Inside the tank, the cannon fires.
Mariposa drives sitting on a book while Mishil works the gunnery sights and Nocturne loads another shell (all loud over the engine). Yorick watches, fixed sideways to the wall by the suction stand.
Nocturne - "I get that seeing a
random fuzzy picture of maybe you with some giant robots is really fucking weird, but
honestly. Who cares !? That's all it is ! And it's not even that high on the
weird scale in my book or hers so what's really bothering you ?"
She seals the barrel and smacks Mishil hard on the back.
She seals the barrel and smacks Mishil hard on the back.
Mishil - "Fuck ! Doesn't
need to be that hard." She fires. "It's not just that ... it's ...
I've never actually felt like I belong anywhere. In like any time period in any place and
that picture ... it made more emotional sense to me than anything I've felt in a very long time ... except you. ... Kind of."
Nocturne - "Kinda !?" Loads and preps. Smacks Mishil hard on the back.
Mishil - "I swear to fucking god I'm going to ..."
Mishil - "I swear to fucking god I'm going to ..."
Mariposa - "I understand !" (cannon fires) "I already have the answers all my own and only. But it really doesn't help to know, when knowing only means you know you shouldn't be at all."
...
Mishil - "... fuck ..."
...
Mishil - "... fuck ..."
...
Nocturne - "That's fucking awesome."
Both - "What ?!"
Nocturne
- "I'm actually the normallest person in this tank. I'm the only one
here who even belongs in this fucking universe. I love you guys ..."
She finishes the load and pulls the seal.
...
Mariposa - "I think that actually caused me physical pain."
Mishil - "Yeah that really does sting a bit."
Yorick looks to the side with concern ...
Yorick looks to the side with concern ...
...
Nocturne - "Yeah ..." She slaps Mishil hard on the back (dirty look back), "Cheer up y'adorable damned freakazoids ! We're loaded and locked. Now lets roll these fools and go home."
Cannon fires.
~ 1923 ~
(B&W with yellowed tint like a silent with music and cartoonish)
A
man in a grey suit with a thin pointy mustache exits the patent office,
smiling over the papers and directly into the street. He looks up, wide
eyes.
(placard)
~ The Maiden's Tale ~
~ The Maiden's Tale ~
~
(exaggerated) The maiden and the man waving their arms and
arguing in the car as it bobs side to side). The police chase behind,
over packed and wobbing, shooting wildly in all directions.
(see Keystone)
The
mustached man turns to run, his legs like spinning wheels while the maiden and the man try to wave him
aside. They chase through streets and traffic, the man cartoonishly
fast and twirling his legs, always too stupid to be out of the way until
finally they turn off different directions at a T intersection.
Breathing hard against a wall, he looks up. The city planner's office. His eyes light up with a smile, he straightens his tie and walks in.
Breathing hard against a wall, he looks up. The city planner's office. His eyes light up with a smile, he straightens his tie and walks in.
~
They park their car among others in front of the bank, the police drive
past shooting not seeing. They run inside. Inside the bank, the man
shoots his gun in the air and everyone's hands go up.
~ Snap-shots flashes and cheers.
~ Snap-shots flashes and cheers.
The
mustached man walks out of the city planner's smiling over his new map,
out into the middle of the street. He looks up. Eyes go wide.
~
The maiden and the man fuck while the man drives fighting to keep
control. Swaying side to side, money bags bouncing in the backseat,
police
bobbing and shooting behind.
The
mustached man flees through the traffic, their car swerving after.
After a chase he leaps to an intersecting trolley, safe.
(song fades out with the car's distance, police shooting behind)
He breathes ...
Walks to pay the driver directly and turns back for the seats and poles. The passengers watch the police shooting after the maiden and the man, then at him uncomfortably. He joins the rest as they whisper watching from the seats.
He leans standing on the pole.
Walks to pay the driver directly and turns back for the seats and poles. The passengers watch the police shooting after the maiden and the man, then at him uncomfortably. He joins the rest as they whisper watching from the seats.
He leans standing on the pole.
Through
the city, he dabs the sweat from his brow, ignores the stares until an
uncomfortable smile and nod. A glance out the window, he hops off at
the (same) bank as the trolley clangs away.
He
enters and sees the aftermath of the robbery, scene turning to color at
the door. He looks to the man at the loan desk. He shrugs and shakes
his head.
"We got nothin'."
~ while just the other day ... ~
Pragmatism
- Tapping the crusted keys at the engineering console, he pulls a
rolled up potato chip bag from his pocket and removes a flash drive from
it. Plugs it in and taps around ... "Well ... we
have an operating system ... and a virtual environment for the autopilot
to plot coordinates."
Strophius
- Looking at the potato chip bag suspiciously, "We'll still need that active singularity ... this one was installed only for
demonstration and speaking of which, how did you get that data past your core's interference ?"
Nocturne - "Flash data is solid state. Non magnetic. Just a lot of tiny hard switches in a mylar bag."
Pragmatism
- "And a few did get flipped in the boom, but we've got what we need. I
think. One functional option left for the Op-Sys ... but the jump drive registers as a printer. Solitaire's
broken but the emulators still work for virtual triangulation plotting. How's that
planetary data look ?"
Strophius - "The probe collected everything we need to jump anywhere around this sun,
but only. They wiped everything clean before archiving the ship ...
but can this ... 'operations controller' ... network so many sub-systems
?"
...
Pragmatism - "Sure !"
The monitor clicks on with a tube start sound, Windows 2000 boots.
The monitor clicks on with a tube start sound, Windows 2000 boots.
('American Horse' by The Cult)
Nocturne - "What about the autopilot ?"
Strophius - Watching a spider drone walk by with suspicion, "I think he's hiding among the spiders. ... He's never liked me."
Outside, a laser light scan of the museum crumbled around the ship, a broken wall fallen over it's hull at its entry. Surrounded by props and other exhibits of its era among dinosaur bones to decorate a forgotten 'space history' museum, the section mostly devoted The Brotherhood Wars. The machines and craft appear pulled apart forcefully and devoured. Scan complete, clicks off.
...
Inside mechanical arms, encrusted swing out to operate the monitors and stations light beneath the moss. Repair drones pry panels, bending them open and entering.
Through the inner hull a munitions works, scrapping all non-essential for shells. Well reinforced, and crawling with drones. Mismatched beams and plates suggest their origin from other museum works and craft over the eras long after buried.
(The fall of this civilization occurred when Zeu killed Chronu 25,000 years ago, the museum shelled in the preceding crossfire. While the Decibel had already been decommissioned by Chronu long before this, as a danger to his temple.)
Engines fire smoke, filling the museum floor before burning away the relics. The ramp closes, crimping around the debris of a lost pillar.
A vertical barrage strikes the ceiling while horizontal takes the walls and other displays. As it rises through the destruction, it bombs the floor beneath, caving the remaining structure away.
It rises until most debris fallen off, then jumps away.
A man stands watching, smoking a pipe at the nearby camp as the dirt from the explosions hits him in the face from the cavern once leading to, others gathering around.
Puffs, "Well ... I guess that makes it go time then."
A flock of small black birds gathers in swarming flight overhead. Waves like starlings as he watches with curiosity, then gone.
__
Juliet walks through the carney stands and into a passing mist where a man steps out for harm. With her glare a stiltwalker steps over and lashes his throat dragging him off with a tip of his hat with the smokey passing.
Ahead she watches as all rebuilds to suit her wishes as some passers-by seem malleable and others not, more curious and watching. A woman real catches her watching with a discerning eye and then a smile and bow, backing from her path.
__
The Decibel exits jump over the Voyager probe, descending from safe distance with extending claws to grab it and pull it into the bay (note here it's filmed very much like the 'space bird').
A claw pulls debris from the clamped ramp before the ship jumps again, Nibiru scout-ships approaching. They stop to examine the debris, spotlights shining.
__
Juliet walks as the world forms around her, hiding her eyes from the people around, walking faster until returning to the bridge. One last look across, the carnival completed in brass works and steam, a perfection to her eyes and no one watching.
__
The Decibel exits jump over the Earth and dips for entry. Visual to virtual mapping recorded as the holo-mapper clicks stuttering on.
Two American fighters move to intercept as forward mapping on the holo registers their AF base and jumps away.
In a hard gust it ports in over the 'AF Boneyard', knocking aside the aircraft wrecks in a circle in the burst. Ports out and back to knock them away further before settling to the ground, lights going out.
__
Juliet turns to cross back over, seeing a little white mouse with red eyes watching her from the middle of the path. A squeak. As she peers closer it doesn't run, so she kneels to pet it before it skitters up her arm and over her shoulder.
Strophius - Watching a spider drone walk by with suspicion, "I think he's hiding among the spiders. ... He's never liked me."
~ Juliet Firebird ~
Outside, a laser light scan of the museum crumbled around the ship, a broken wall fallen over it's hull at its entry. Surrounded by props and other exhibits of its era among dinosaur bones to decorate a forgotten 'space history' museum, the section mostly devoted The Brotherhood Wars. The machines and craft appear pulled apart forcefully and devoured. Scan complete, clicks off.
...
Inside mechanical arms, encrusted swing out to operate the monitors and stations light beneath the moss. Repair drones pry panels, bending them open and entering.
Through the inner hull a munitions works, scrapping all non-essential for shells. Well reinforced, and crawling with drones. Mismatched beams and plates suggest their origin from other museum works and craft over the eras long after buried.
(The fall of this civilization occurred when Zeu killed Chronu 25,000 years ago, the museum shelled in the preceding crossfire. While the Decibel had already been decommissioned by Chronu long before this, as a danger to his temple.)
Engines fire smoke, filling the museum floor before burning away the relics. The ramp closes, crimping around the debris of a lost pillar.
A vertical barrage strikes the ceiling while horizontal takes the walls and other displays. As it rises through the destruction, it bombs the floor beneath, caving the remaining structure away.
It rises until most debris fallen off, then jumps away.
A man stands watching, smoking a pipe at the nearby camp as the dirt from the explosions hits him in the face from the cavern once leading to, others gathering around.
Puffs, "Well ... I guess that makes it go time then."
A flock of small black birds gathers in swarming flight overhead. Waves like starlings as he watches with curiosity, then gone.
__
Juliet walks through the carney stands and into a passing mist where a man steps out for harm. With her glare a stiltwalker steps over and lashes his throat dragging him off with a tip of his hat with the smokey passing.
Ahead she watches as all rebuilds to suit her wishes as some passers-by seem malleable and others not, more curious and watching. A woman real catches her watching with a discerning eye and then a smile and bow, backing from her path.
__
The Decibel exits jump over the Voyager probe, descending from safe distance with extending claws to grab it and pull it into the bay (note here it's filmed very much like the 'space bird').
A claw pulls debris from the clamped ramp before the ship jumps again, Nibiru scout-ships approaching. They stop to examine the debris, spotlights shining.
__
Juliet walks as the world forms around her, hiding her eyes from the people around, walking faster until returning to the bridge. One last look across, the carnival completed in brass works and steam, a perfection to her eyes and no one watching.
__
The Decibel exits jump over the Earth and dips for entry. Visual to virtual mapping recorded as the holo-mapper clicks stuttering on.
Two American fighters move to intercept as forward mapping on the holo registers their AF base and jumps away.
In a hard gust it ports in over the 'AF Boneyard', knocking aside the aircraft wrecks in a circle in the burst. Ports out and back to knock them away further before settling to the ground, lights going out.
__
Juliet turns to cross back over, seeing a little white mouse with red eyes watching her from the middle of the path. A squeak. As she peers closer it doesn't run, so she kneels to pet it before it skitters up her arm and over her shoulder.