Phoenix - Episode 2 "Medicine" Part 1/2

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Phoenix continues his job as a mercenary. Allan faces a difficult decision. Zotoleum continues his plans against the final fights.

Submitted: December 17, 2014

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Phoenix Season 1
Episode 2 - ‘Medicine’
 
(Cut to right when Zotoleum had smiled from the previous episode. The mysterious man behind him is still there.)
 
MAN:
Our agent on the inside has said that they went through a lot of resources to obtain this bounty hunter. Allan really believes that he can be their turning point. 
 
(Cut to the back of Zotoleum’s chair. We barely see a side of his face.)
 
ZOTOLEUM:
(laughs) They can’t win this war. Allan’s finally really started to grasp for straws. We won this war years ago, don’t you think?
 
MAN:
I agree.
 
ZOTOLEUM:
Once you win a war, the other side can’t win, because they already lost. Do you see my logic?
 
MAN:
I uh, think I’m following.
 
ZOTOLEUM:
Hahahah, I’m just busting your balls, admiral. 
 
(The admiral quietly nods)
 
ZOTOLEUM:
Have our agent keep a close eye on this Phoenix…just to keep track of his every move.
 
MAN:
So you don’t want him killed?
 
ZOTOLEUM:
No. We discussed plan B, and I’m willing to go through with it. They have Phoenix, let them believe…it’ll make their downfall easier and simpler.
 
(Phoenix wakes up in his cell, laying on the floor. He’s pale and sickly, and sweating. He coughs and staggers as he pushes himself up. Not wearing anything, we see all of his tattoos- his stomach and arms are covered in them. Mostly shapes and images with words and sentences in other languages, and in the middle of his stomach is an arrow-shaped tattoo pointing down. He continues to breath harshly, but casually walks back upstairs.)
 
(We see Allan again in his office, sitting in front of his desk. He’s talking with his assistant/advisor, Simmon Sanders. Simmon is this tall, muscular alien with gray skin. Wearing casual pants and shoes, he otherwise wears moss green armor plating on the upper half of his body, including his face- which has a mask covering it completely. It’s green and has a big line in the middle, with 2 slanted black shapes like sunglasses. He also has a brown afro.)
 
ALLAN:
How long until we should start worrying?
 
SIMMON:
If he’s as big of a deal as you are keep saying he is, I’d give him at least a few days to join. 
 
ALLAN:
I’m not sure if we have a few days.
 
SIMMON:
You want him to want to be here. The more voluntary, the better. Allan, if you don’t mind me asking. I’m your advisor, I have to know the details of what’s happening in this. How do you know this bounty hunter is-
 
ALLAN:
I’ve read reports, and seen a lot of footage. His fire bending, if used properly, could take down…hundreds, possibly thousands of bringers at a time. Without even killing them. Now that’s a useful weapon.
 
SIMMON:
It doesn’t mean we’re going to win. Or that we’re any closer than before.
 
ALLAN:
It isn’t just that. It’s my gut feeling.
 
SIMMON:
Have you considered what we talked about? Allan, surrendering might…might make things a little better, than if we don’t.
 
ALLAN:
We are going to fight until we’re all dead. This is what we do, Simmon. There’s an opening.
 
SIMMON:
After all this time…. there hasn’t been.
 
ALLAN:
There is. You give up too easily. That’s your defining flaw.
 
SIMMON:
I’m just practical. Besides, isn’t that what you hired me for, to bring you down from the high horse you occasionally ride on?
 
ALLAN:
No. I just have fun trying to bring you up there with me. Now, you go off and do whatever it is you do in your free time.
 
SIMMON:
That’s sleeping…a little bit, and sometimes eating.
 
ALLAN:
Give me a break. I’m going to go see Mody about his injuries.
 
SIMMON:
So, they both almost died in that attack?
 
ALLAN:
Yeah. Phoenix saved them.
 
(Cut to Mody teaching his classrooms on guns.)
 
MODY:
Fighting’s crazy. It’s not like the movies. It’s actually worst than that. In a battle between two armies, like this one we‘re in now, everything is fast, and quiet, the bullets fly and the bodies drop. You hold your machine gun, and shoot every target in your sight. 
(Starts walking around his classroom holding a machine gun) And when it gets really bad, when everyone around you becomes bloody mist, sometimes you get lucky. In a split second, you’ll be covered in the blood of your friends, and the other side will think you’re dead. You use that to your advantage, kill some more of them, then they kill you. And it happens to someone else. Rinse, repeat. If you want to stay alive, you have to be perfect. Huh, being perfect goes with being a final fight in general. You can’t make a mistake without paying some kind of price.
 
CHILD:
What happens when you make a mistake?
 
MODY:
Well, that depends.
 
(Phoenix is shown drinking a water, then a part of an energy drink, as he starts doing exercises. He does push-ups. His phone rings. He’s calm but alerted, expecting this call. He gets up and walks to the futuristic phone and answers.)
 
PHOENIX:
Hello?
 
(We see an alien that’s tall, tan brown, wearing a suit and sunglasses somewhere else with a phone. He has semi-long hair and his face is close to a human’s.)
 
ALIEN:
Phoenix, hi. 
 
PHOENIX:
What?
 
ALIEN:
Still up for tomorrow?
 
PHOENIX:
I got everything ready, the senator will be a dead man the second he is alone. I better get the other half of the payment after it happens, otherwise you’ll be my next bounty.
 
ALIEN:
Relax kid, was that first half of the payment not sweet enough? Or did you already spend it all?
 
PHOENIX:
No, just think this will be the only time I don’t take it all up front. 
 
ALIEN:
We want to be able to trust you, but that trust has to be earned.
 
PHOENIX:
Ask anyone. I don’t need to earn trust when it comes to killing someone. He’ll be dead. And he won’t go out easy, just like you wanted. And don’t call me again.
 
ALIEN:
I thought this was a secure line?
 
PHOENIX:
It is.(hangs up)
 
ALIEN:
(puts phone down) Heh, I like him.
 
(Allan is seen in a small medical room with Mody, examining his gunshot wounds)
 
ALLAN:
You got lucky, but it’s still going to take some time to heal. Don’t run, jog, or walk fast. Keep your body still at all times.
 
MODY:
You got it.
 
ALLAN:
These are pretty bad wounds…are you sure-
 
MODY:
Yeah. Just fix them up as best as you can. I’m sore but it’ll be fine.
 
ALLAN:
You know, eventually we’re going to near the age when only my types of healing with be administered…
 
MODY:
I don’t want any of your super medicine.
 
ALLAN:
You’re stubborn.
 
MODY:
Don’t want to take shit that will make me live forever. That ain’t the Pokus way. And it ain’t my way. (walks away as Allan just sits in the medical room)
 
(Allan is sitting in another room as 59 hovers in)
 
59:
Allan, I’ve discovered what Phoenix is up to. Tomorrow, he is going to take out a well-known senator in the city Exocen.
 
ALLAN:
Exocen? Damn, that’s only about 50 miles away.
 
59:
This senator, Senator Quaff, is very corrupt and deep into various criminal businesses. My reasoning, based off of the information I found, is that Phoenix is being paid by someone the Senator enraged. 
 
ALLAN:
That’s interesting. And you don’t know who this is?
 
59:
No, I wasn’t able to find that out.
 
ALLAN:
Hmm. (sits down) Well, we could let him kill the senator. 
 
59:
But that is a critical violation of our code. A final fight’s rules explain that when anyone is in danger, no matter how criminal or dangerous-
 
ALLAN:
59, you dumb robot. How do I explain this to you. If the senator’s into some things they shouldn’t be, we might as well let him be killed. I’m sorry, but if we prevent it, we’ll just get in the way. We want Phoenix to join us, not hate us. Besides, it’s probably too late at this point. If he was already paid, he’ll be in a lot of danger if he doesn’t carry it out.
 
59:
But we can’t just let the senator die, even under the circumstances.
 
ALLAN:
Yes we can. It has to happen. 59, I don’t like doing this, but let him carry it out.
 
59:
But this is-
 
ALLAN:
Don’t question me! Now thank you, I have other matters to attend to.
 
(59 leaves as Allan continues working, then abruptly slams his hands on his keyboard)
 
(Cut to day time, at a large building in a city. A lot of different aliens/citizens are walking around. We then see Phoenix standing on a high roof top holding a sniper riffle. Wearing a red shirt and gray pants as usual, and his black hair stuck up like a cone, he looks around casually and then uses his scope to look on the ground where a lot of aliens are in a big crowd, awaiting something important. 
Suddenly a shuttle hovers by and stops, and exiting the shuttle is SENATOR QUAFF. He’s a human, mid 30s, and has brown hair tied up in a pony tail. He’s holding hands with his wife and waving at the crowd as he walks down a line into the building Phoenix is on top of, 2 body guards with him the whole way. He walks up to a podium in front of the building and begins talking on a microphone.)
 
QUAFF:
Hello, ladies and gentlemen. And everything else!
 
(the audience laughs)
 
QUAFF:
No, no, seriously, it’s funny, it really is, because the more cross-species intercourse and more multiplication of races…well, at some point I might have to say “Hello everything” Yeah….”hello everything” It doesn’t quite have the same catch to it.
 
(audience laughs again)
 
QUAFF:
Now, as you all know, the final fights have been waging war with the bringers for generations. The fights have been a huge financial supporter for me, and I’ve been a help to them. But things are starting to look grim. They’re nearing the loss. And I know that a lot of citizens want that to happen, they anticipate it, but not I, and hopefully not all of you. We have to stand together and do everything we can to help the fights continue their battles. There’s still hope. So let’s not give up. I’m senator Quaff, and thank you. (smiles and leaves the microphone as the audience cheers)
 
(Phoenix looks down at himself in a brief moment of guilt, remembering the school and the day before. He shakes it off and starts walking on the roof, but then twitches and his hand starts to shake uncontrollably. He struggles and looks at it.)
 
PHOENIX:
No….no.
 
(the shaking stops, and Phoenix closes his fist confidently and walks away)
 
(The Senator walks into his office and sits in his desk. He puts his feet up on it and relaxes. There are 3 (hot alien girls with him.)
 
ALIEN GIRL #1:
So, how did your speech go today?
 
QUAFF:
Hahahah, they loved it like they always do. I swear, I could be naked and spit at my audience, and they wouldn’t bat an eye. Who would really believe that load of crap, anyway? 
 
ALIEN #2:
I thought it was a good speech.
 
QUAFF:
Well it had to be a good speech my dear, because the number 1 rule of being famous is you gotta lie about everything. It’s not my fault, I didn’t make those rules. If they even think you’re anything other than perfect, you’ll be on the front page of every magazine in Walmart.
 
ALIEN #2:
So, you don’t really believe in the final fights.
 
QUAFF:
(laughs) Of course not. They should’ve lost years ago, but they’re finally out of steam. 
 
ALIEN #3:
(massages Quaff’s shoulders) (to alien 2) Why do you always have to ask him so many questions?
 
ALIEN #2:
I’m just curious. 
 
QUAFF:
No, I like it. Ah, right there. (points at alien 2)She’s the inquisitive one.
 
ALIEN #3:
Babe, what’s going to happen when the war ends?
 
QUAFF:
Well it’s going to be bad no doubt. It’ll hit hard, but I’ll be safe. And I’ll make sure you’re all safe. Maybe my wife too, if she can learn to get along with all of you. We’ll all be one big happy, sexually aggressive family.
 
ALIEN #1:
Hehe, I like that.
 
(A guard opens the door in front of them)
 
GUARD:
Sir, there’s a group of women that are holding signs and asking that you make a donation to them. Something about poverty.
 
QUAFF:
Ha, a donation! Tell them they missed the big line on the other side of the building.
 
GUARD:
But sir, there isn’t a big-
 
QUAFF:
It’s sarcasm. Tell them what I said. 
 
GUARD:
Yes sir.(leaves)
 
QUAFF:
Maybe the women will learn sarcasm. Use it to be more successful in life, get their precious donation. (pulls a cork out of a bottle)
 
(We see Phoenix above the roof again. It’s night time. He takes out a pistol and loads it. Suddenly, a cell phone he has buzzes.)
 
(We see the alien employer that hired him, on the phone. Another alien is talking to him.)
 
OTHER ALIEN:
Shouldn’t he be in the middle of the job?
 
EMPLOYER:
I just want to see how he’s doing.
 
(Phoenix looks angrily at the phone, realizing who it is, and slams it on the ground and steps on it. Cut back to the alien.)
 
EMPLOYER:
…..hmm, I don’t think he’s going to answer.
 
(We see Quaff walking in another room alone. He closes the door and is combing his hair as Phoenix jumps down from the ceiling and stands beside him)
 
PHOENIX:
Hello.
 
QUAFF:
Waah! (turns around quickly and sees Phoenix)
 
PHOENIX:
How are you, senator?
 
QUAFF:
What the hell- how did you get in here?! GUARDS!
 
PHOENIX:
Shut up. I already knocked them out like, 2 hours ago. Unless you want me to do the same to your wife, you don’t want to yell. Speaking of which, I took a look in the bedroom. She’s very pretty. Maybe I should’ve fingured her pussy while she was asleep, but I wasn’t sure if she’d mind. Most girls can’t resist me, but there’s always the occasion.
 
QUAFF:
Wh- who the fuck are you?
 
PHOENIX:
Well, I’m a bounty hunter that was hired to kill you. 
 
QUAFF:
W-what?!
 
PHOENIX:
Yeah. Quinlin Yas. Do you know who that is? You must because you cheated him out on money you were supposed to give him. I didn’t ask about the details, you know, because that’s a waste of time. I don’t waste time. I’m dying, did you know that?
 
QUAFF:
N-no, I- I don’t know who you are! Just please, give me a phone, I’ll talk to Mr. Yas.
 
PHOENIX:
Hey, shh. Anyway, I’m dying, like, because I have this thing. It’s a very rare illness. I have a demon…monster, that’s living in me. It kills me slowly. I call it “Demon”. I change into it, my body, face, everything. When it comes out, all it wants to do is kill. It’s always trying to come out. I keep it in, and the only way I can do that, is by satisfying it. Doing things that are even worst.
 
QUAFF:
I…I recognize you.
 
PHOENIX:
(grins) Oh really?
 
QUAFF:
You’re…you’re Phoenix.
 
PHOENIX:
Yeah.
 
QUAFF:
There…listen, there must be something I can do. Whatever they’re paying you, I can- 
 
PHOENIX:
Did you not listen to a single fucking word I just said? It’s not about the money.
 
QUAFF:
I-
 
(Phoenix quickly punches Quaff in the neck, as Quaff grabs his throat in pain but is unable to make any sounds. Phoenix casually walks around, circling him)
 
PHOENIX:
I just severed your vocal cords, you’re not able to say anything. (kicks the back of Quaff’s legs, shattering them and causing Quaff to fall to the floor in pain) Both of your legs are shattered. A few centuries ago, you’d be a paraplegic and your girlfriends would have to be doing all the riding. (kicks Quaff in the face) Now, normally I’d just kill you, (pauses) but they told me to make it bad. (cut to black as he starts beating Quaff to death)
 
(Cut to Phoenix back on the roof. It’s still night time and he’s covered in Quaff’s blood, casually smoking a cigarette. He stops and raises his hand up that was shaking earlier, and it’s still. He smiles at it, and walks off.)
 
(Cut to Mody in his classroom, alone. He’s looking at his shotgun in pride as Kyle walks in.)
 
KYLE:
Sup bro, how are those injuries?
 
MODY:
Fine. Hurt. 
 
KYLE:
Ah, but I imagine you’d like pain or something.
 
MODY:
It builds character. And um, don’t call me bro around my students.
 
KYLE:
I didn’t. Are any of thou students in thou classroom?
 
MODY:
Even I know that ain’t proper Shakespeare. Heard any news on the war?
 
KYLE:
We just lost another station. They retreated. One of my friends was there, I’m….waiting to hear if she survived or not.
 
MODY:
Oh, I’m sorry.
 
KYLE:
Eh. I’ll feel better just knowing that everyone we know that’s died, didn’t die in vain.
 
MODY:
That’s what everyone hopes.
 
KYLE:
We should be out there.
 
MODY:
We did our time. Held our stations. Allan wants us to teach. Train others. We’re making a difference that way.
 
KYLE:
Yeah, it just doesn’t seem like it. Are you happy Allan made you come here?
 
MODY:
If I liked everything he made me do, he probably wouldn’t be a good leader. Anyway, enough of that talk. It’s depressing. How did your class go today?
 
KYLE:
Oh fine, the girls love me, the boys are jealous of my good looks, and I’m pretty sure I might’ve actually teached a little, too. Eh, nothing wrong with trying new things.
 
MODY:
On second thought, let’s go back to discussing wars and deaths.
 
(Phoenix arrives to the Employer’s base of operations, who’s with a few guards and other co-workers.)
 
EMPLOYER:
Wow. Excellent work. I transferred the full amount to your account as promised, plus a little extra for a job well done. Some bounty hunters in the past have proven to be less…well, let’s just say that when I want someone’s death to look bad, I’m not asking for you to drag them through a lawn mower, that’s trying too hard. Just the basic slow painful death. 
 
(the co-workers smile in agreement) 
 
PHOENIX:
Oh, well how’s this? (pulls out gun and shoots everyone in the room in the head except for the employer. The employer freaks out and starts backing away)
 
EMPLOYER:
What the hell?! What?! What the hell are you doing?!
 
PHOENIX:
You think I haven’t done my research? You think your methods would not come back to bite you in the fucking ass? (shoots employer in the leg)Your real name is Stonnis Ki’lk Lare. You’ve hired 6 bounty hunters in the past to carry out jobs like these, then when you transfer the money, you kill them when they least expect it. Work secretly with a bank contractor, and get the money right back. You sleazy mother fucking bitch. I did my research, cross-referenced pictures of you. Did you really think you could  you get away with this? DID YOU?!(shoots him several more times as he screams in pain) 
 
EMPLOYER:
uhhh…uhhh…
 
PHOENIX:
(shoots him in the head several times)
 
(He then looks at all of the bodies and starts laughing. Then he screams and starts beating the employer’s head to a pulp. He sits there for a moment, and then casually gets up and walks to a fridge in the room, opening and seeing a lot of beers.)
 
PHOENIX:
Typical. (grabs one and starts drinking it)
 
(Cut to Phoenix drunk and dizzily walking out holding all of the beers he can. He barely steps over a corpse)
 
(Cut to Phoenix walking in his house. It’s still broken and messy. He looks around and laughs a bit. He walks around and thinks about Paula. Cut to flashes of her smiling at him and them holding hands. Cut to them talking.)
 
PAULA:
Do you think we’re ever going to escape one day?
 
PHOENIX:
Yeah. We’ll figure it out. Probably.
 
PAULA:
Yeah, I think so too. But if we don’t make it out, if we die, just know that……
 
PHOENIX:
We won’t.
 
PAULA:
Ok.
 
(Phoenix begins crying and laughing hysterically, and then begins hitting the walls and throwing things everywhere. He continues to destroy the inside of his house. He then falls to the floor and sits against it. After sitting there for a moment, he stands up and walks out of the house and into his shuttle)
 
(Cut to Allan in his lab. He’s sitting solemnly watching news reports on Quaff’s death on several screens in front of him, 59 hovering beside him)
 
ALLAN:
You were right 59.…I should’ve done something.
 
59:
It is too late now. Besides, I considered your statement “dumb robot” an illogical misconception.
 
(The doors open behind them and Kyle and Mody walk in.)
 
KYLE:
Sir.
 
ALLAN:
(ahem) Yes, what do you need?
 
(Phoenix walks in the room)
 
PHOENIX:
Alright…I’m in.
 
ALLAN:
Phoenix? Well, great! I-well, we can get your started tomorrow. And-
 
PHOENIX:
One condition.
 
ALLAN:
Sure.
 
PHOENIX:
I need you to help me find someone.
 
ALLAN:
What’s their name?
 
PHOENIX:
Har.
 
(Cut to Phoenix, Allan, Kyle and Mody standing in another room, talking)
 
ALLAN:
So…just so I understand, Har was the Jolen that held you and the other children in the prison camp. And he’s responsible for beating and torturing all of the children there. Even killing. (nods to himself)
 
(Phoenix just stands there and looks down as Allan talks)
 
PHOENIX:
That’s right.
 
ALLAN:
Alright, we can do this for you. You say you’ve been trying to find him for a few years, now?
 
PHOENIX:
Yeah. Haven’t been able to find a single goddamn trace of him, except for one thing. About a year ago, an investigator that I hired, trying to track him down, discovered a data sheet with Har’s name and description on it. It was at a hospital, for a head injury. He came alone, and had only been there a few hours. I talked to the doctors, saw camera footage. It was him. Besides that, nothing. He knows I’m after him, and he’s doing a good job of hiding. 
 
ALLAN:
Ok, well that’s something. We’ll help you kill him. I’m assuming that’s your plan, right?
 
PHOENIX:
Of course it is. Every day, every second he’s alive, I feel sick to my stomach. He has to die for everything he did. I shouldn’t have to explain myself.
 
ALLAN:
Ok, fair enough.
 
MODY:
I’m on the case.
 
KYLE:
Hey guys, uh, um, Phoenix, just want to say, I understand the circumstances, and what he did to you, but isn’t this all a little extreme?
 
ALLAN:
Right now, extreme is all we have. You have our full cooperation. I’ll use all of my resources and have a few fights personally investigate, including Kyle and Mody, if you both want to.
 
KYLE:
Uh, sure, we’ll help. 
 
PHOENIX:
Now look, don’t take forever. I want results. 
 
ALLAN:
And you’ll have them, but it’ll take time. At least give me a month. 
 
PHOENIX:
That’s a long time. 
 
ALLAN:
Do you want it to be quick, or thorough? That’s what I thought. Fortunately for you, we’re your best chance of ever finding him. And in the meantime, you will commit to becoming a final fight. Do we have a deal?
 
PHOENIX:
Sure. I’ll learn your stuff and fight your battles. But…my disease.
 
ALLAN:
We’ll help you with that. I have some doctors who can help. You won’t hurt someone on accident again.
 
PHOENIX:
Ok. But just know that I don’t trust doctors.
 
ALLAN:
You’ll be in good hands. 
 
(Cut to Sally, combing her hair in a bright room in front of a mirror, with the necklace given to her last episode. She looks blankly at the mirror. One of her friends, an alien named K’Lek, walks by her)
 
K’LEK:
You look beautiful.
 
SALLY:
An aquelian should always try to be.
 
K’LEK:
Should I guess who gave you that necklace?
 
SALLY:
My fiancé, of course!
 
K’LEK:
Wow. Another 8 months until the wedding and he’s already buying you gifts. I have to say, I’m a bit jealous. Of course, autos aren’t my type.
 
(Sally nods and continues to stare at herself in the mirror)
 
(Cut to Sally walking around in the school in the day-time. Her phone goes off and she answers it. Allan is calling her.)
 
SALLY:
Hello?
 
ALLAN:
Sally, it’s Allan.
 
SALLY:
Oh! H-hi, Allan! What can I do for you? 
 
ALLAN:
Well, I have a proposition for you. First of all, I just wanted to say again, congratulations on becoming a final fight last week. You’re the first aquelian to ever become one. It’s a wonderful accomplishment.
 
SALLY:
Oh thank you. I had help. Kole supported me through it, and everything, hahaha. 
 
ALLAN:
Well, it’s good timing, because it just so happens that we’ve gotten a new recruit, and I had you in mind for training him.
 
SALLY:
Y-you want me to become a guide?
 
ALLAN:
Yes. It’s for a human, by the name of Phoenix. You might’ve heard of him. Ex-bounty hunter. He has a terminal illness, but we’re working towards using it to our advantage. 
 
SALLY:
Wow..ok.
 
ALLAN:
And just to warn you, he can be a little…volatile. But he will be a good apprentice, and he doesn’t like anyone that hurts girls. You both can watch after each other. So…are you up for it?
 
SALLY:
Yes! Yes! Hell and heaven, of course! Um, I just, this is great. I’ll have to be prepared.
 
ALLAN:
It’ll start in 3 days. And thank you for taking this off my hands.
 
SALLY:
Alright, you’re welcome. And don’t worry! I’m sure we’ll work together just fine.
 
ALLAN:
I trust you Sally, there’s a reason I picked you for this task. Anyway, I have a lot to do. Have a good day.
 
SALLY:
And same to you, sir.
 
(They end the call and Sally cheerfully keeps walking)
 
(Cut to Phoenix, Mody and Kyle in a room discussing Har. Phoenix hands Kyle a folder of papers and a data pad as Kyle examines it)
 
MODY:
And this is all you have of him?
 
PHOENIX:
Yeah.
 
KYLE:
He looks fairly normal, for a volen. A little big. 
 
PHOENIX:
At least you don’t have to hear him talk.
 
MODY:
What do you know about him, personality-wise?
 
PHOENIX:
I put everything I could think of in those folders. He’s ruthless, a psychopath, borderline schizophrenic. In the prison, he would have these mood swings. He’d be absolutely bat-shit crazy sometimes, calm other times, and then in-between. He was a war veteran for 6 years. Found that out from Deckapedia. He worked under Zotoleum and the other final fights. He used to be an assassin, like me, before moving on to enslaving us.
 
MODY:
Damn, you have done your homework.
 
PHOENIX:
Well, I want him dead.
 
KYLE:
What else do you know?
 
PHOENIX:
Whenever he wanted something, he got it. No questions asked. He was under Zotoleum’s wing and did a lot of favors for him. Stuff years ago, I don’t think they’ve contacted each other since then. He could be the one protecting him, though. Zotoleum liked Har. Har is…was….very dangerous.
 
KYLE:
Hmm, I’m surprised I’ve never heard of this guy before.
 
PHOENIX:
Well, just because you’ve never heard of him, doesn’t mean he’s not one of the most dangerous men you’ve ever heard of.
 
MODY:
We’re calling him a man, now?
 
PHOENIX:
You know what I mean.
 
KYLE:
Ok, well, that’s good enough for me to start on. Mody, I’m going to start searching databases and records. Feel free to get on a computer and see what you can find. 
 
MODY:
I’m going to talk with some of my old contacts who might know a thing or two about this guy. They’ve hidden a lot of aliens who need to hiding from someone, and they owe me a favor.
 
(Mody and Kyle both start to leave the room)
 
PHOENIX:
Could I help?
 
KYLE:
Maybe in 2 years, when you become certified.
 
(they both exit)
 
PHOENIX:
Heh…don’t bet on it. 
 
(Cut to the sight of a dark, misty battle ground. Hundreds of aliens are laying in piles, injured, bloody. Lots of them missing arms and legs, and other parts as doctors and robots are moving around as fast as they can. We see a tall green alien in an army suit walking around, examining the carnage. This is GLEGAR.)
 
GLEGAR:
This is worst than it should be. 
 
(Cut to Glegar walking, holding a machine gun. He’s with other aliens that are holding guns. These are the final fights and soldiers fighting for them. An alien walks to Glegar)
 
ALIEN:
This isn’t a good camp site.
 
GLEGAR:
It’s fine.
 
ALIEN:
No it’s not. They’ll run through and mow us down.
 
GLEGAR:
Shhh.(He hears something ahead and listens closely. Suddenly, the sounds of an army running gets really loud)
 
GLEGAR:
BRINGERS!
 
(Glegar and the other aliens charge against the Bringers. Laser shots and bullets are flying everywhere as aliens drop down and blood is spraying in all directions. Glegar fights for a few seconds before he is blown to pieces by bullets)
 
(Cut to Zotoleum sitting in his chair in the ship. His advisor is standing beside him. Zotoleum calmly drinks a cold cup of coffee)
 
ZOTOLEUM:
You know, I’ve lived for quite a while, and sometimes I still feel young. Young, as in inexperienced. 
 
ADMIRAL:
Sir?
 
ZOTOLEUM:
What’s wrong with me, admiral? I’ve done all these things, killed so many. I’ve lived for thousands of years, and yet…it’s unsatisfying. I mean…what the fuck does it take. What do I have to do to fucking feel like I’ve really accomplished something.
 
ADMIRAL:
Well, sir, if I may.
 
ZOTOLEUM:
Go ahead.
 
ADMIRAL:
Well, you might have been alive now for thousands of years, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t have many many, many more thousands to look forward to. I wouldn’t press on being so anxious, I would just try to live in the present.
 
ZOTOLEUM:
Hmm, that’s good advice. I should enjoy the present…enjoy…every little moment…as it happens. Every…second. Alright, bitches, bitches! Bitches! Where are my bitches!
 
(The admiral nearly freaks out, alerted)
 
ADMIRAL:
I’ll have them sent to you right away, sir!
 
ZOTOLEUM:
See to it that you do, I want to get laid. Just fuck something, anything, but preferably my bitches. That’s what they’re good at.
 
(Cut to Sally in a fancy house where she lives. She’s walking around near her bed and her bathroom, and her fiancé, KOLE AUTO, is near her. Sally is humming and stops when she sees him. He‘s thin and gray, and is wearing a blue suit. His face looks like a mosquito,


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