Dialog and scene directions for a cancelled game project:
INT. PRISON HULK – CORRIDOR
The hulk is an old battleship converted to be a prison ship. We see an empty corridor of rusting metal and FOUR PAIRS OF BOOTS WALKING.
INT. PRISON HULK – CELL
A pool of light. A solitary figure in a solitary wooden chair. Hulking shadows in the background suggest a larger space, filled with equipment.
ZACH ARCHER sits tied to the chair. We can tell he’s a pilot by his uniform. He’s tall and lean, with rugged good looks. If he were conscious he’d be a cocky, wise-cracking son-of-a-bitch.
But right now Archer’s in a bad way. He’s out cold. His face is bloody and bruised – clearly he’s been roughed up. His head lolls on his chest.
Two shadows fall across him.
Good afternoon, Lieutenant Archer …
Archer lifts his head groggily, seeking the origin of the voice.
… or is it morning? You’re not really sure, are you?
GENERAL KREEL steps forward, a flicker of satisfaction on his thin lips. He’s a ramrod of a man, tall and cold, wearing a starched gray uniform.
Standing behind Kreel is his second-in-command, ONYA. Her uniform is a black flight suit that looks as though it was designed by someone with a leather fetish. She’s smirking too. Two uniformed technicians are in the background.
I’ve found that in a place like this, time can lose its meaning. Days can pass in the blink of an eye. Or an instant can feel like an eternity.
Archer shakes off his grogginess.
… Kreel? I’m not … telling … you anything … .
Of course not. There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know. This isn’t an interrogation, lieutenant … .
Kreel motions to one of the technicians. The technician throws a switch and a strange piece of equipment descends from the darkness above. It’s mounted on long multi-jointed arm, like a dentist’s drill, and terminates in an ugly-looking needle. The second tech steps forward and takes hold of the needle. Archer’s eyes widen.
… this is torture … .
Kreel crosses in front of Archer, blocking him from view. The camera drifts up toward the ceiling of the cell, up through a tangle of pipes and wires, up into the darkness …