Heavy Metal Page #6

It is now almost a flying skeleton. For the first time, we

see that it is heading for an island. A figure detaches itself

from the machine and plummets away.

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THE PILOT:

He falls, terror-stricken, through space. Finally his chute

opens. A slimy creature still clings to his gloved hand. He rips

off the glove and throws it and the creature away.

PILOT:

(struggling)

Jesus H. Christ!

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THE ISLAND:

The approaching smoking plane bellies onto the sea, bounces,

then skims along the wave tops, careening up onto the beach,

where it twists around crazily before coming to a lopsided

stop. The machine faces us head-on and we see a glow coming

from what's left of No. 3 engine. The camera zooms in rapidly

to a green ball stuck in engine No. 3.

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THE PILOT:

He has landed, and is undoing his parachute harness. He looks

around incredulously. The island is a junkyard - a veritable

graveyard of aircrafts. There are many aircrafts, both old

wrecks and futuristic-looking ones lying everywhere. Skeletal

corpses are still left in some of the wrecks. The camera pans

to the remains of one machine. It is an old American Lockheed

Electra. It glints dull in the half light of dawn. Painted

on its side are two names; "Amelia Earhart" and "Fred Noonan".

The camera continues to move through this panorama of metallic

junk until it stops on a long chrome rod sticking up out of

a pile of scrap.

Tilting up to the sky we see the clouds part as two gargantuan

metal arms emerge and descend down toward the junkpile. The

metal arms reach the chrome rod, grip it tightly, and begin to

lift it up.

WWe follow as the cylinder is pulled higher and higher, finally

coming to a stop in front of a giant eyeball. The camera pulls

back to reveal that the eyeball belongs to AUSTIN GRIMALDI,

who carefully scrutinizes the orange diode held tightly in his

needlenose pliers.

AUSTIN:

Got it.

Satisfied that this is the piece he had lost in the machine,

he begins to re-solder it in place. Behind him, a LITTLE

GIRL with red hair comes into the room and walks up to him.

LITTLE GIRL:

It's broken again, isn't it Daddy?

AUSTIN:

(concentrating)

Yes dear. But Daddy's fixing

it. (hums)

LITTLE GIRL:

(watching)

How come it's always breaking?

AUSTIN:

I don't know, sweetheart. Mmmmhmm.

LITTLE GIRL:

When it's fixed, will you make more

funny pictures for me?

AUSTIN:

Honey, why don't you go play with

your toys and let Daddy finish his

work, okay? Mmmm ...

LITTLE GIRL:

Okay.

The LITTLE GIRL wanders around to the other side of the machine,

as AUSTIN flips a switch. Once again the glass sphere sparkles

and the holographic screen lights up. AUSTIN uses a tool to

fine-tune the holograph and an image begins to materialize;

the glass gates of Kraan.

As the image becomes clearer, the camera pulls closer and closer

to the holograph screen.

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THE GATES OF KRAAN

The Council's voices still ringing in her head, TAARNA flies

in over the demolished gates. Below her, the once-beautiful

city lies in ruins.

Gliding overtop the deserted streets, she sees a column of

smoke rising through the wrecked dome of the building in the

town's center. As she watches the smoke rise, she pulls hard

on the reins, and heads her bird up.

The camera follows as she rides in through the shattered dome

down to the Council Chambers below.

Corpses of the Councilmen are strewn everywhere. In the

center of the room, a large pile of ancient books and

manuscripts lie smouldering. Reaching the floor, TAARNA

dismounts and starts to look around. At the head of

the marble table sits the ELDER - dead. In front of him,

a roll of parchment lies on the table. TAARNA opens it.

Carefully painted on the parchment is a circle of mountains,

their tops glowing green.

TAARNA looks at it, and puts it in her sack. Then she notices

that the ELDER is clutching something in his hand. Prying

his stiff fingers apart, she finds a blood-stained medallion

just like the one her attacker wore on his chain.

Looking at the dead ELDER, TAARNA grips the medallion tightly

in her hand.

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OUTSIDE THE COUNCIL BUILDING

TAARNA flies back out through the shattered dome and surveys

the city below. All is quiet and dark, except for a green glow

coming from a second-floor window. Curious, she flies over,

pulls up beside the window, and climbs in.

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GIRL'S BEDROOM

Entering, TAARNA sees the slimy silk-like cocoon on the bed.

The basket of fruit still sits on the floor. From

within the webbing, the green ball is glowing brightly.

TAARNA looks at the parchment in her sack, then at the glow

coming from the cocoon. Cautiously, she approaches the cocoon,

sword drawn.

Suddenly a hand from within the cocoon grabs the ball and

shoots forward, ripping through the webbing and holding the

ball up to TAARNA's face. The hand belongs to a hideously

ugly witch, who emerges from the cocoon, cackling through

snake-like fangs.

WITCH:

Behold! The Sphere of Uluhtec!

Look upon it, Taarna. Look upon

it with fear. For in its glow lies

the end of heaven - the beginning of

hell. Take it Taarna. Feel death

in your hands. For death is upon

you. And as you perish ... so dies

your race!

The witch's eyes go green.

WITCH:

(screaming)

Take it !!

She hurls tha ball at TAARNA, who dodges it. The ball sails

past her, out the window. Then TAARNA, sword raised, leaps

at the WITCH, slicing through her in rapid strokes.

The WITCH cackles and crumbles into dust, but her green eyes

stay suspended in the air, and her cackle echoes through

the room.

TAARNA backs away, climbing out the window, onto her bird. As

she flies off, she sees the WITCH'S green ball high above her,

rising into the clouds and disappearing.

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SPACE:

The WITCH'S green ball zooms through space, as Earth appears

in the distance. Then another object comes into sight. Getting

closer we see that is is a modern winged rocketplane of no

determinable nationality, soaring high above Earth. The green

meteorite passes, briefly bathing the rocketplane in its glow.

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