Avatar Page #5
One of the dozers has rotating SLASH-CUTTER, a vicious
spinning head, mounted on a hydraulic arm, that hogs through
the enormous tree trunks in a spray of wood-shrapnel.
The heavy machines are escorted by AMPSUITS. COLONEL
QUARITCH, on foot, leads a squad of troopers wearing
breathing masks and carrying almighty big AUTOMATIC WEAPONS.
A BANSHEE -- a fearsome aerial predator -- HURTLES from
above, diving toward them on wings 3 meters across. We get a
glimpse of glassy fangs before --
P-P-POOM! Quaritch cranks off three rapid SHOTS with his
massive sidearm, and the creature drops with a SHRIEK.
It crashes near them and Quaritch FIRES two more well placed
rounds. The newbies stare at the thing's barracuda teeth.
QUARITCH:
For you pogues, this is a banshee. A
small one. See, they like it when I
bring fresh meat out here. And this
clearcutting really stirs up the hornet's
nest. So keep your head on a swivel. If
it moves, shoot it. If you're not sure
it's moving -- shoot it! If it looks like
a bunch of flowers you want to take home
to Sally Rottencrotch -- SHOOT IT!
What're you gonna do?
TROOPERS:
Shoot it, sir!
QUARITCH:
Outstanding. Let's roll.
22.
Quaritch leads his squad into the gloom of the forest, his
eyes scanning. Flanking the squad, LYLE WAINFLEET drives an
AMPSUIT, his massive feet CRASHING through the underbrush.
As his gaze comes down, he sees something ahead of him on the
trail -- an intricate TOTEM of woven sticks, bones and
feathers hanging across the trail like an orb-weaver's web.
He tears it down with the barrel of his rifle, and stomps it
into the mud as he moves on.
INT. AVATAR LONGHOUSE - DUSK
Jake sits on a wooden bed in a long hut of tropical-style
construction -- beamed ceiling, open sides covered by screen.
Around him the other avatars are bedding down for the night,
pulling insect netting around their cots. In one hand, Jake
holds the end of his long braided QUEUE of hair.
CLOSE ON the queue -- the ends of the hair writhe slowly with
their own life, like tendrils of a sea creature.
JAKE:
That's kinda freaky.
GRACE switches off the overheads.
GRACE:
Lights out amigos. See ya' at dinner.
Jake sits in the twilight, listening to the SCREECHES and
HOOTS from the forest. Finally he lies down, CLOSING HIS
EYES and --
INT. LINK ROOM - NIGHT
ECU HUMAN JAKE -- his eyes OPEN.
Jake blinks, disoriented, as Max opens the upper clamshell of
his link unit.
In the next chair Grace sits up, yawning and cracking her
neck as the scared tech runs to her with a lit cigarette.
GRACE:
(looking down)
Damn. Same old sack a' bones.
JAKE struggles with the dead weight of his legs as he hauls
himself out of the unit.
CUT TO:
23.
INT. COMMISSARY - EARLY MORNING
JAKE sits with GRACE, NORM and the other avatar "drivers",
while around them miners, troopers and other base personnel
wolf their breakfasts. Grace is engaged in a heated
conversation with another SCIENTIST.
Jake, isolated from the conversations around him, notices --
PILOT TRUDY CHACON approaching, dressed in her flight suit.
She's a rock-hard former Marine with thousands of flight
hours out in the badlands.
TRUDY:
Sully -- Colonel wants to see you in the
Armor Bay.
Jake gives Norm a puzzled glance and pivots from the table.
He wheels away, led by Trudy.
TIGHT ON GRACE, scowling as she watches him go.
CUT TO:
INT. ARMOR BAY - MORNING
JAKE AND TRUDY enter the ARMOR BAY, passing TILT-ROTORS under
repair. There are the heavily armed SCORPIONS as well as
several SA-2 SAMSON work-horses outfitted with door guns and
rocket pods.
JAKE:
You guys're packing some heavy ordinance.
TRUDY:
Yeah, `cause we're not the only thing
flyin' around out there. Or the biggest.
I'm gonna need you on a door gun, I'm a
man short.
JAKE:
Yeah, no problem.
She extends her fist and he taps it with his.
TRUDY:
See ya on the flight-line, zero nine.
(she points)
He's down there.
Jake rolls his chair along the central gallery of the Armor
Bay, passing rows of AMPSUITS standing in service racks.
Techs clamber over the `suits, loading ordinance with cranes
and lifts.
24.
At the end of the row is a makeshift GYM area. QUARITCH is
bench-pressing massive plates.
QUARITCH:
This low gravity makes you soft.
(pushing the last rep)
You get soft, Pandora will sh*t you out
dead with zero warning.
Quaritch racks the bar and sits up, sweating but not winded.
QUARITCH:
I pulled your record, Corporal. Venezuela
-- that was some mean bush. Nothing like
this here, though. You got heart kid,
coming out here.
JAKE:
I figured -- just another hellhole.
Quaritch chuckles appreciatively, claps him on the shoulder.
The CHIEF MECHANIC yells from the nearest AMPSUIT --
MECHANIC:
That servo's in, Colonel, if you want to
try it.
Quaritch crosses to the `suit, with Jake following.
QUARITCH:
I was in First Recon a few years ahead of
you. More than a few. Two tours in
Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here
and --
He points to his scarred face.
QUARITCH:
They could fix this if I rotated back.
But you know what? I kinda like it.
Reminds me every day what's out there.
Besides, I can't leave --
He looks out, as if he can see through the wall to the tree-
line.
QUARITCH:
This is my war, here.
Quaritch climbs the `suit and reaches into the cockpit,
throwing some switches. The `suit's gas-turbine spools up
with a rising WHINE.
25.
QUARITCH:
The avatar program is a joke -- buncha
limpdick scientists. But we have a
unique opportunity here, you and I. A
recon Marine in an avatar body could get
me the intel I need, on the ground, right
in the hostiles' camp.
The WHINE is now a roaring WHOOSH as the `suit trembles with
power. The air boils above the exhaust vents.
Quaritch reaches in and operates the controls, flexing one
huge hand. He nods to the waiting mechanic --
QUARITCH:
Looks good.
(to Jake)
I need you to learn about these savages,
gain their trust. Find out how I can
force their cooperation, or hit `em hard
if they don't. Maybe you can keep some
of my boys from going home like you. Or
bagged-and-tagged.
JAKE:
(NODDING)
That sounds real good, Colonel. So -- am
I still with Augustine?
QUARITCH:
On paper. You walk like one of her
science pukes, you quack like one, but
you report to me. Can you do that for
me?
Jake nods. Quaritch brings the `suit to life. He steps
forward and pivots smoothly.
He balances the two ton machine on one foot while sweeping
the arms in strong, graceful arcs. Jake realizes he is doing
a WU-SHOO KATA. A flawless display of strength and control.
He's impressive, and Jake is impressed. Quaritch is the kind
of man he respects -- focused, hard. Determined.
QUARITCH:
Look, son -- I take care of my own. Get
me what I need, I'll see you get your
legs back when you rotate home. Your real
legs.
He raises the `suit's hand, and slams the canopy shut like
the visor of a helmet. Jake watches Quaritch walk past, huge
feet CLANGING -- KUNG! KUNG! KUNG!
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