A Junky And His Bounty

A Junky And His Bounty

Animation Script | Short | Scifi

 FADE IN:

SUPER: “2187, A.D.”

EXT. MARS INTERGALACTIC SPACEPORT – NIGHT

An enormous, metallic biodome hovers over the dormant volcano, Olympus Mons. A variety of spacecraft swarm in and out of a singular opening atop the craft, each flashing blue as they drop in and out of warp space.

INT. MARS INTERGALACTIC SPACEPORT – NIGHT

A honeycomb of docking ports line the interior walls of the biome. Elevator cars glide in every direction between the landing pads as spacecraft float lazily across the dome.

A buzzing metropolis spans the floor of the biodome. A network of trams connect the many buildings. A single glowing, neon sign rises above the rest of the metallic towers. It reads: “LAST CHANCE DINER.”

INT. LAST CHANCE DINER – NIGHT

EMBER STRYKER, 37, scruffy bounty hunter in mismatched military fatigues, saunters into the diner, scans the crowd, and lights a smoke.

He pushes a few buttons on his wrist device and touches his ear piece. A R.A.P. sheet appears via hologram in front of him.

U.N. OFFICIAL (V.O.)

(female voice)

Conrad Ghandi lost his piloting gig and pension a few months back. Disappeared from the grid. Reappeared here yesterday. Reports pin him as the delivery man for a shipment of illegal bionics to Earth.

EMBER

And why the fuck do I care?

U.N. OFFICIAL

Because if you don’t, then the scales will be unfairly tipped in favor of the Resistance, which cuts your drug supply from us.

Ember kills the hologram, pulls a small capsule of nano-caine from his breast pocket, and inhales it. His irises pucker, nostrils flare. Movement catches his eye from the back of the diner.

CONRAD GHANDI, 38, lithe gentleman in a trench coat, locks eyes with Ember then slips out the far door.

EMBER

Shit! He just got away!

U.N. OFFICIAL (V.O.)

Well, go after him!

Ember readies a pistol, but before he can move RONAN BROJA, 41, heavy set, slightly armored Intergalactic Marshall pries himself from the a booth at the far end of the diner to bar his path.

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