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[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 5

Scene: Anderson and the Crew are in the tank.

Scene: Exterior as they move away from the plane, cargo included.

Anderson: Boy are you guys a sight for sore eyes.

Ogone: An order 37 is an order 37.  Not going to let something that important slide.  We're dying and we're losing; humans for humans you know.

All: Amen.

Cotter: We have a bogie on our six Commander.

Ogone: Let me look.

Scene: Bandits launch another rocket at the tank.  It is still moving but shakes and is a hole.

Gunny: They broke my tank! (Takes out gun and begins to fire)

Ogone: Change our facing! Bring her around!

Gunny: Bringing the gun around!

Ogone: Change direction first!

Gunny: They put a hole in my..our tank!

Ogone: Bear around! Now!

Scene: The bandits open fire on the tank and have it surrounded.  Heavy machine gun fire commences as they change facing, but it doesn't matter.

Scene: Interior Tank - bullet fire richottes around inside the tank and kills Ogone.

Anderson gets in the command chair.

Anderson: The cargo is at NNE 2 clicks north.

Scene: The crew all look at each other.   Lyons looks at Anderson and then the others, who look back with a moment of doubt.  Then she nods and Gunny kicks it into gear.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 4

Scene: Captain Andrew is stumbling across the tundra in his coat.  He is carrying a backpack.  The wind rips across the grass and looks unbelievably cold but is thirsty.  He takes out a cantine and pours the last of it in his mouth.  He tries his radio but gets nothing but static.

Scene: Captain Andrew continues moving across the Tundra.  The sun has advanced in the sky and the wind died down.  Now it is getting unbearably hot and he is sweating.

Andrew: God Damn it mother nature! Make up your mind!

He takes out the radio and listens.  Weird clicks and alien howls move in the bioground as he hears bioroid transmissions and dives to the ground, looking around in fear.

Scene: More time passes.  He is crawling at this point.  The sun is setting and the wind has already started up again.  Frost is starting to collect and as he looks around he sees no sign of shelter.  He checks the radio.

Commander Ogone (From the Radio): Responding to the Order 37.  Over.  We have a lock on the pilot and the cargo.

Scene: Andrew gets a lock on the tank with his radio and is pleased.  He finds the energy to get up and slowly run toward the Tank.

Status

Not doing NaNoWrMo.

I'm just not ready.  I got sort of lucky w Heir to Sunfire in that I had three awesome off the shelf characters and a demi story I'd wanted to tell for some time.  In Fruitloop and Frankenstein, I have one of the characters ready; some interesting supporting characters, hints at a villain and not anything on one of the primaries.  Can't start 2500 like that and have it not be crap; at the least NOT for a historical fantasy; so back to my original plan of next year.  Should be fun.  If the Heliotropic book works out even REMOTELY well, then I am thinking of two more books like it in a trilogy of demi anthologies of hybrids of stories by Terrans (voices in my head) and real people along with two 50000 novels in each.  Moreover, at the moment any way, it looks to be fun.

I cannot say the same about Eternally East.  I am FINALLY ready to start the final stages on Forever West to print, but it has been a bear. Honestly? I think the biggest reason is; Forever West is a TC Ricks story; I write as Rhombs Ticks now.

No new word on Spiders in the Sugar Factory but I'm sure I'll have news soon.

Seven Timelines moves along.  The Wordswap I have w Bill Maxwell is finally showing fruit and it appears we'll have a kickoff w Cassie, myself and he in a week or two.  My first bit for him should be done this weekend.

I should finish Order 37 script for Jay this weekend as well.

I will slowly begin producing more content for the blog; likely notes, writing experiemnts and research for Fruitloop and Frankenstein and Heliotropic encylcopedia...but I have another project in mind that is...fun which is the whole reason I'm considering a trilogy of anthologies.  Quite frankly an experiment that large is the kind of thing I can go out on a bang with....Forever West is likely to never go anywhere; though we'll see...time for it to fend for itself in print.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 3

I just learned this will be called Order 37, so I'll try to refer to that in future drafts.

Scene: Captain Muerto Poderosa is walking through the desert.  He spots a scorpion on the ground.

The Scorpion raises its stinger menacingly and extends its claws.  Muerto nods in respect, smiling and then continues walking through the desert.  He is listening to heavy metal music through headphones.

Command (Voice Over): Attention all humans in sector 457-72.  This is a general order 37.  Repeat, this is a General Order 37.  By the Treaty of Mel's Diner; all human factions are required to respond.  Critical supplies for Desolation Base have been downed.  Coordinates being broadcast.  Repeat, coordinates being broadcast, Order 37.

Scene: Muerte checks his watch, then checks his compass.  He looks at the sun and looks back in the general direction of the scorpion as if asking a question.  Then he shrugs, smiles and runs off in the direction of the downed plan.

[Script] Sentinel Chronicles - November Project - Act 2 - Scene 2

Scene: Tank Crew in the Northern Wastes is on routine patrol.

Sgt Cotter: Nothing on radar sir, but I'm still convinced Grindface has some kind of jamming tech.

Gunny: That's bullshit.

Commander Ogone: Better to assume they do.

Ltn Lyons: Like we assume your girlfriend is real?

Commander Ogone: You'll get to meet her, I promise.

Gunny: You better.

Sgt Cotter: I dunno, I kind of like the rumors that the Commander has his own personal harem out here.

Gunny: Do I look like a harem girl?

Ltn Lyons: No accounting for taste.

Commander Ogone: Can we not talk about my sex life while on patrol in the middle of the wastes, thanks?  I don't ask what you do on leave.

Gunny: You don't wanna know.

Ltn Lyons: He would if he knew what I do on leave.

(Commander Ogone sighs, his crew laughs.)

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