[On a shore in Africa, Woodwinds land with amphibious ships and begin to slaughter armed civilians with red paint on their face screaming. The Woodwinds easily mow down the civilians.]
Woodwind Trooper: These weren't soldiers, they were civilians. People.
Woodwind Squad Leader: They were rebels, as much as the Low Brass, only more foolish.
[A female member of the armed civilians limps towards the Woodwinds with a flare in her hand, surprising the enemies on the shore.]
Rebel: This is not our grave.
Squad Leader: Stop. Hold right there.
Rebel: This may be our sacrifice.
Squad Leader: Hault. Not one more step or we will fire!
Rebel: But you, this is your grave.
Squad Leader: Fire!
[The Woodwinds on the shore open fire on the single rebel. As the rebel's corpse falls, the flare falls from her hands and begins to light the entire shore.]
Squad Leader: Run!
[The floor under the enemies were wet with napalm and so burn their bodies to ash and molten flesh and bone. Cut to Wolf walking onto the bridge of the Mongrel with K in his hand.]
Wolf: ... the Pompeian forces tried to retreat but the Cesarean cavalry pestered them and held them back, when the Pompeians tried to cross the river, the cavalry blocked their advance, so they surrendered, and time later, after this defeat, all of Pompey's forces in Spain also surrendered.
K: Huh, so that's why Caesar is your favorite.
Wolf: That's why Caesar is my favorite.
K: I still think Hannibal is better.
Wolf: ... and that's why your not in charge.
K: Hey...
Wolf: What?
K: Haley is calling.
Wolf: Put him up.
[Commander Haley comes on screen.]
Haley: Sir. We've intercepted information that the Woodwinds are setting up for a full scale push back in Africa and Eastern Europe.
Wolf: May I ask who ordered this retaliation?
Haley: I've heard he's your favorite person, Admiral Sitton.
Wolf: K, get Teague.
K: Yes sir.
Wolf: Commander I need you to send a battalion immediately to my forces on the ground, and in exactly an hour we will begin a decisive attack on one of the three remaining Points.
Haley: Yes, sir.
K: Sir, Teague is on screen.
[Teague's picture is off but can be heard.]
Teague: *whispering* Sir.
Wolf: Teague, sitrep on your situation.
Teague: Sir, my squad was ambushed while sweeping the Dreadnought for the Admiral. We managed to find the Admiral and have him with us, but sir the Hunters are near, we are about half a mile East from the downed ship. Sir we need support or immediate extraction.
Wolf: Squad Leader we will organize a transport ship and reinforcements to your location, just hold tight.
Teague: Thank you sir.
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Marching Fleet
Science FictionThis is a show script inspired heavily by many different classic franchises like Star Wars, Star Trek, Battlestar: Galactica and Halo. The story is a military sci-fi action show with a bit of drama in between and some fantasy elements later on and a...
