Alien Resurrection script recital/competition! UPDATE! 06 NOV 2017

Hillard - Darlin' it is done

Hillard- Darlin', it's done.

Simultaneous posts- they're going to happen. Great minds think alike.

(Elgyn replies in the same calming voice)

Don't cut thrust till six hundred meters.  Give 'em a little fright.

(He then runs his his hand over his mates curves in her face and shoulder and barely missing her chest.  She's very attractive, plus she's his mate.  Life is good.  They just need to get this money from this sketchy job from the military in an unrestricted area of space.  He thinks this should be easy,... but you can never tell.)

Elgyn- Christie,! Rise and shine. We're docking.

Engine room: 

Elgyn enters, turning down the music that is blasts from a box in here (Nine Inch Nails)

He leans downs, looks under a prodigious block of machinery - part of the Betty's Engine. Lying on a gurney-like steel dolly, working under the machine is Vriess, Chief Mechanic

Elgyn - How's it looking? 

Vriess- Like shit. Like old, worn out, oxidized shit. Hand me that iron.

(Love this movie and i need to check that NIN referense).

(Elgyn hands him an old, compact soldering iron.)

(Elgyn starts to loose his calm demeanor after hearing that.)

Is she in shape to get us out of the territories?

(He thinks to himself again, "You never can tell...")

Vriess- Well, if we can lay over for a couple of days, and the Army is generous with their spare parts, I can give you a definite maybe.

(I'm riding on hopes...again.)

Elgyn: Great. 

We're coming in now.

(Elgyn rises from his crouch and yells at the top of his lungs.)

Call!!!!!

Call- What?

Elgyn- We're docking. Are the cargo trucks secured?

(Call feels like she is being blamed for not securing the cargo trucks when she did before liftoff on the trip to this island of a ship.)

Call replies, "I checked 'em an hour ago." 

(Call analyzes Elgyn's facial expression and she's a little confused at Elgyn's concern and his paranoia question.)

Elgyn- I don't want them so much as rattled. Any leakage, I take it out of your hide.

(Call ignores her analysis of Elgyn and stays serious.)  

She replies without a doubt in her mind, "Trust me, boss."

Elgyn laughs at that remark and replies, "Not my style."  He then exits the engine room.

Christie- What's our status?

Elgyn replies to his buddy in a respectful and direct manner, "We're coming in.

Elgyn than adds a little smirk, "Time to enjoy a little of the general's hospitality."

Christie (looking disappointed but un surprised)- Oh great. Army food.

(After Christie's reminder, the smirk on Elgyn disappears...almost.  Elgyn enjoys free food.)

Elgyn replies, "It'll keep us till we can get the family wagon up to spec.  Assuming the natives are friendly."

Elgyn - It'll keep us till we can get the family wagon up to spec. Assuming the natives are friendly. 

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Christie- We expecting any trouble?

(as Christie assembles is attached arm-guns...)

Elgyn: From Perez?  I doubt it.  Still, let's be ever vigilant.

(He thinks again, "You never can tell...."

("Especially when your a pirate," he thinks to himself._

(Johner drops a knife on Vriess' leg)

Call- No!

(Hello dk! Glad to join the fun!)

VRIESS continues working, humming to himself. Completely oblivious. Johner laughs as Call looks at him furiously.

Call - What is wrong with you?

Johner starts acting like he didn't do anything wrong.  He then takes a swig of his liquor and mumbles something, "Just a little target practice.  Vriess isn't complaining."

Vriess-Goddamnit!Johner you son of a bitch!

Johner- Oh, come on, you didn't feel a thing.

(Call is pissed as s#!t! She replies with voice slightly raised.  Johner is a little intimating... Still, Call's face easily says how pissed she is over that knife incident.)

"You are an inbred motherfucker, you know that?"

 (She didn't have to think hard for her reply since Johner looks like he's been part of some inbredding childhood.  It could also be because of his long lasting stand as a space pirate.  That's something Call can respect in way.  You don't live long in this lifestyle unless your good.  Either way, whether Johner is ugly or part of some piece of trash childhood, which is highly likely in today's world (that's if you want to acknowledge it), he's still a piece a $#!t personality wise. That f^cK&r.)

Johner- I'll take that knife back now.

Call - Where do you want it? 

Call stares at Johner, she is really pissed now

Vriess replies, "Call.  Forget it.  He's been sucking down too much homebrew."

JOHNER

Don't push me, little Annalee.  You hang with us a while, you'll learn
I'm not the man with whom to f##k.

(Johner than exits the cargo bay after Call broke the knife.  Johner left with his ego hurt, but he still swaggered his self-imposed courage.  I guess hitting a thin, pretty girl just wouldn't be right...even for Johner.)

Vriess states to Call in the safety of Johner not being around, "We really have to start associating with a better class of people.  Vriess's mind starts to wonder on what that would mean and then he replies, "Get back in the grid, give me a sequence run." (Dilemma diverted.)

(The crew arrives at the security check point)

Soldier- No projectile weaponry is allowed on board the vessel, Sir.

Johner (opens jacket as the sensor goes off)  - Moonshine, my own. Way more dangerous.

The "mistaken" solder then replies, "Sorry, sir."

Elgyn then fires back, "What do you think we're going to hijack the vessel?  All six of us?" (Elgyn couldn't resist being a smarta$$.  He just couldn't let something like this slide by without him knowing exactly what the military is thinking.  After all, they work for the government.  It's good push a few of their buttons, then you can figure out where you can stand and what they got on you, if anything.  You can only trust them only as far as the button goes down.)

Vriess comes abreast of the soldier.

VRIESS

Wanna check the chair? (he asks sarcastically as the soldiers glove metal detector wails and flashes madly)

CHRISTIE: This place is really clean.

Johner- Hey, you You got any whores on this vessel? Any loose women with bad eyesight? (LOL!)

PEREZ: I think you'll find our accomodations somewhat spartan. Although the cook sets a good table.