June’s Exodus (Part 2)
Junesong (Johnathan Bennington)
Not registered with WGAw, or
copyrighted in any way.
Written with Celtx
INT. THE SUNDOWNER HOLDING CELLS - MID-MORNING
Junesong is sitting in his cell. He’s just awoken from
something that he still can’t determine if it was a dream or
reality. The only light comes from dull orange glowing
strips along the walls, and the crackling sound of
laser-bars can be heard.
There’s no answer, but the sound of a body stirring causes
his head to snap to the source. Can’t see much in the dim
light of the reflector strips and laser bars. Calls out
He ain’t here kid. Hadn’t been here
since a little after you conked
Wh... Where’d he go..?
I dunno. We was all asleep, like
you’s, but when we woke up, he
wa’n’t there. Me and some of the
fellas was talkin’, and we was
thinkin’ he got took, like all dem
Junesong’s face goes blank.
CUT-IN:IMAGES OF HEAVILY ARMED GUARDS BEATING TREVEN AND
DRAGGING HIM FROM HIS CELL, COMPLETE WITH AUDIO
Unbased thoughts of what happened to his friend flash in his
mind. Anger swells inside him, noticeably
Treven... I swear I’ll avenge you
Hey. Stand back, and be ready to
fight if I need you to. This ends
What?! Is you crazy, kid? That
guard’ll rips us a new one!
W... Wait... Guard? Only one?
Wel yeah, kid. Most of us ain’t
here in the best of health, or by
our own will. There’s only three
people’s aboard this ship. The
navigator, the pilot, and the
guard. Most of the defenses here’s
is automated machines, y’know’s.
Junesong is having trouble getting over this revelation.
Prods the Prisoner for more information, Prisoner is
unawares beyond what he’s said. Determined look of planning
comes across Junesong’s face.
Wake all the other prisoners. Tell
them to gather what food they can
find, and pass it along to me.
Ha! Is you’s crazy, kid? Like
they’d ever give you their only
Reaches through the laser bars, grabs the prisoner by his
collar and elevates him, looking into his eyes.
You have to trust me. Just do it,
and we’ll be rid of this place
forever. Don’t do it, and we all
die. Starting with you.
Alright, alright! I’ll do’s the
best I can, kid! But I ain’t’s
makin’ no promises! Ain’t none of
us seen no one’s try to do not’in’
here, and some of us been here for
It takes some convincing, and the sound of hushed whispering
fills the holding cells. Soon the prisoner in the
neighboring cell has amassed a small feast of dried, stale
bread, rodents charred in the lasers, and (a rarity) canned
beans, fruit, and vegetables.
Alright. Stand back.
Junesong cups his hands, pointing them at the metallic strip
on the ceiling that the lasers protruded from.
If this leaves me as drained as
when I linked to Treven, this food
will only scratch the surface of my
hunger. But I have to try.
Kuma.... Shin... REIIIIIIII!
With the last syllable, a small ball of deep violet light
forms in his hands, launching continuously into the strip.
We hear electronic crackling. Grows in intensity along with
the blast. The light fills the cells, and for the first time
June gets a good look around. The horrible stench that had
been lingering since he arrived is finally explained. Some
of the prisoners aren’t even alive. Emaciated corpses,
twisted into horrible shapes, lay in various states of decay
all around him. He closes his eyes. After several moments,
there’s a mechanical powering down, and the bars fizzle out.
Junesong falls to his knees, exhausted, and begins eating is
What are you, kid?! Some kinda
wizards or some’in’?
Run. Hide. You haven’t seen
The prisoners take his advice, most of them being unaware of
his plan, thinking he was an enemy rather than a savior.
INT. THE SUNDOWNER CONNECTING CORRIDOR A - NOON
An hour or so has passed since Junesong’s assault on the
confinement bars. An alarm is sounding in the background. He
has several scratches, a few deep cuts. This section of the
ship is well lit, and we see robotic guards laying in heaps
around him, some malfunctioning, some outright destroyed. He
is breathing heavily. A tall, muscular man approaches him,
matching automatic handguns drawn.
You think you’re the first one to
try this? Those holding cells used
to be kind of a nice place before
rebellious punks like you destroyed
them over the years.
Junesong’s mostly calm expression flashes quickly to anger.
He leaps toward the guard, kneeing him in the chest, and
landing on top of him in the same position.
Just how many years, exactly?
A... About... Ten. We take on
clients... Who need us to
transport... Illegal... Goods. Stop
it, you’re crushing me!
You’re crushing their spirits!
Grinds his knees into the man’s chest. Hears a crack, and
leaps off, landing several yards from his victim. The man
struggles to his feet. Aims his pistols. A barrage of fire.
When the smoke clears Junesong has several bullet wounds
along his arms. No major damage. Grins arrogantly.
Junesong begins charging the Kumashinrei. The man lets out a
terrified grunt. Drops his guns. Turns to run. Just as he
makes it to the connecting corridor leading to the three
escape pods, he’s engulfed in the same violet energy that
destroyed the laser grid. We hear a blood-curdling scream.
When the light fades, a charred, blackened skeleton is all
that remains. Junesong picks up the matched guns, continues
onward, anger and determination burning inside of him.
INT. THE SUNDOWNER COCKPIT - EARLY AFTERNOON
Junesong is now visibly damaged. Blood and gashes cover his
face and arms, and his new outfit is already stained and
ripped. He’d have to make it a point to find a new set upon
his return. He’s standing in a small room, with two cowering
androids, an icer, and a hydian. An intense combat ensues,
Junesong barely holding his own against the twin android
Elite guards. They attack in unison, like two halves of a
whole. He manages to offset the balance of one, interrupting
their momentum, making the rest an easy battle. His hand
pierces through the just of the first, ripping out a handful
of mechanical bits in a crack of electricity. Delivers a
solid roundhouse to the face of the second. It’s head is
sent rolling across the room. He draws his confiscated
weapons, aiming at the navigator and the pilot.
P-p-pl-please don’t kill us! We’re
just trying to make a living!
Make a living by selling lives? No.
But, I’m not going to kill you.
What do you want? We’ll do
Set a course for Vitae City, Earth.
The Navigator reads off several sets of coordinates while
punching them in, making several mistakes with his shaky
hands. After some time, and many corrections, an electronic
voice reads off the destination.
(shaky, no long crying)
Cl-clear for redirection,
Cleared. No predictable
The pilot presses a large green button, and the ship begins
to reorient itself.
Are there healing tanks aboard this
The pilot pulls up a 3D map of the ship, with the specified
area glowing in blue.
Set tank A to a hybernative state,
timed to drain after the ship
And one more thing. Does the ships
autopilot land itself?
Uh, y... Yes sir.
The camera focuses in on Junesong’s face. There are two loud
shots heard. He comes over the ships intercom.
Attention passengers, this is your
new captain speaking. Our course
has been redirected to Earth, and
our estimated time of arrival is
approximately three days. All
in-house defense systems have been
disabled, and the mess hall and
galley are now open. And thank you,
for flying Junesong Intergalactic.
A faint cheer is heard resounding throughout the hull of The
Sundowner, as Junesong heads off to the healing bay...