Reel 2: 053—01
EXT. SPACE, ABOVE PROXIMA B
The AstroBug is silhouetted against Proxima Centauri.
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INT. ASTROBUG, COCKPIT
Working at her station, Baxter is fuming, still unable to get over her previous irritation. Corey can’t help but laugh.
COREY " I need to apologize. When I was little, I called the folks in hibernation ‘popsicles’. Guess it stuck. Can you forgive me? "
BAXTER " Sure. I’ll work on a nickname for you too. Mine won’t be as cute. "
COREY " Fair enough. "
BAXTER " Ugh. I feel like shit. (tugging on her outfit) This thing is making it worse. "
OMNI " A stim-suit can be taxing as it rebuilds your muscles. Do you need an adjustment to your medication? "
BAXTER " No, Omni, I’m good. Thanks. "
OMNI " I have the interface tapped into the primary shield node. "
BAXTER " What’s our status? "
An onscreen graphic represents the shield network. It transmits a series of powerful radio waves creating a dome of energy that deflects simulated flares from Proxima Centauri.
OMNI " The shield’s been active for two years. It should be generating an E-M field strong enough to deflect the star’s flares. But, at present, it’s only ten percent effective.
BAXTER " Effective? According to this, rad-levels are damn-near off the scale. "
The shield array is transmitting, but large gaps flash red.
OMNI " Yes. Thirty-five nodes are currently nonfunctional. "
BAXTER " Okay. So, what are you waiting for?"
BAXTER (pointing at the screen) " Run a full diagnostic! "
OMNI " Oh, yes. I’ve been doing that for the last fifteen minutes. I’m also collaborating with my clone on the AeroFox for input and analysis. "
BAXTER " Perfect. "
Baxter yawns. Onscreen, the shield code shows random ERRORS.
OMNI " The subroutines that regulate power flow are disabled. "
BAXTER " What the hell? The back-ups are offline too. "
OMNI " I’m going to re-install the O-S. "
Suddenly, Omni rages with a bizarre outburst.
OMNI (CONT’D) " No... This is not... NO! "
BAXTER " What's wrong?! "
OMNI " Frag... Fragmentation! "
Omni’s INTERFACE flashes wildly.
Alert KLAXONS fill the cabin. The lights switch to RED EMERGENCY mode!
COREY " Omni? Omni, respond! "
Without warning, the ship bucks wildly. Instruments go crazy.
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INT. ASTROBUG
Corey fights with the controls.
COREY " The R-C-S is firing! The controls aren't responding! "
There’s nothing but static as the ship’s rotation increases.
EXT. SPACE, ABOVE PROXIMA B
The AstroBug’s thrusters fire wildly. The ship’s main engines suddenly activate, sending it blasting toward the planet!
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DYSON (OVER SCENE) You know... You guys keep calling this planet 'Proxima b'.
INT. AEROFOX, COCKPIT
As Clarke works at her console, a mischievous expression crosses Dyson’s face as he ponders the previous conversation.
DYSON " Its real name is 'Persephone'. "
CLARKE " Persephone? Since when? "
DYSON " Since I changed it. "
Suddenly, over the speakers, Corey’s voice is heard. It’s unintelligible! Clarke’s eyes widen. She activates her comm.
CLARKE " AstroBug, come in. Do you read me? "
Dyson pulls up a telescopic view on his monitor. He gasps.
DYSON " Oh, my god. "
He sees the AstroBug spinning out of control as it plummets toward the planet below. Clarke accesses the same feed.
CLARKE " Jim! What the hell is going on?! "
The ship dwindles to a speck on the horizon in the telescopic view. It disappears as it heads for the edge of the planet.
DYSON " They're nearly over the horizon! "
CLARKE " Dammit! Something's wrong with their comms. OH, can you project where they're headed? "
OH generates a COURSE PROJECTION on their displays.
OH " Based on their course, they'll intersect the planet just beyond the terminator on the night side. "
CLARKE " Are they going to crash? "
OH " Jim’s a good pilot. However, it looked like he didn’t have control. "
Clarke glances at the image of her family, making a decision.
CLARKE " We're going after them. "
DYSON " We’re up at a Lagrange Point! It’ll take hours to get down there. "
Clarke plots a course on her navigation computer.
CLARKE " Not if we use a direct route. "
DYSON " That's insane. "
CLARKE " Maybe. But it’s not impossible. "
Clarke points to calculations on her screen.
CLARKE (CONT'D) " I want to plot a series of burns. One to drop us from orbit. Two to increase our descent velocity. Three a final braking thrust to slow us for atmospheric entry. "
OH " I'm not sure this is a good idea. "
DYSON " You’re putting both ships in jeopardy! I say we stay in orbit. Figure out the AstroBug’s condition. Then contact Odyssey. "
CLARKE " Kyle, please... Shut up. "
DYSON " Wow. Okay then. "
CLARKE " Prep the ship for landing. "
Dyson looks genuinely hurt as he taps buttons on his console.
DYSON (activating systems) " You're the boss, boss. "
OH " Engines are good to go. "
CLARKE Initiating the first burn... Now.
Clarke closes her eyes and presses a FLASHING RED button.