WARCHILD

By
Edwin L.
FADE IN:
EXT. SPACE
The eternal darkness of space sprinkled by billions of
stars. Tranquil. Silent. In the distance, a SPECK sails
through space steadily.
We SNAP ZOOM on the speck to reveal a SPACE SHIP ON
FIRE! Descending rapidly. The ships two thrusters BREAK
OFF in a silent explosion!
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. COCKPIT - SPACE SHIP - SAME
Chaos. The cockpit shudders violently. An alarm blares
while a red light pulsates. The controls spark. A 13
year-old-boy, wearing a spacesuit and helmet, is strapped
into a pilots chair - this is WARCHILD.
WARCHILD
(girly screech)
AAaaaaah!! Ffuuuccccckkkk!!
EXT. SPACE - SAME
The ship hurls towards an EARTH-LIKE PLANET, leaving the
darkness of space and entering the planets blue atmosphere.
INT. COCKPIT - SPACE SHIP - SAME
WARCHILD
Cricket, do something!
Cricket, the ships A.I., responds with a robotic voice.
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Initiating emergency landing
protocol. Prepare for crash
landing.
WARCHILD
Crash landing?! Oh no no no
aaahhhh!!!
2.
EXT. JUNGLE - SAME
The ship plummets rapidly towards a vast, lush jungle,
leaving a white gash in the blue sky. It disappears below
the treetops. A loud boom is heard. The jungles birds
take flight.
EXT. CLEARING - JUNGLE - SAME
A large clearing surrounded by the jungles trees. The
shattered space ship lies in a smoky crater at the end of a
long dirt furrow.
Debris surrounds the crashed space ship. Small fires
burn. The ships door hisses open. Warchild clambers out.
WARCHILD
Ugghhh....my ass...and my balls...
He plops down onto the dirt, then rolls over onto his back,
sprawling out and catching his breath.
WARCHILD
Im alive...
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Glad to hear it.
On his wrist, a mounted computer comes to life, blinking and
emanating Crickets voice.
CRICKET
(O.S.)
And, uh...I do believe youve
soiled yourself, sir.
Warchild lifts his head, his chin meeting his chest, and he
notices hes covered in dirt.
WARCHILD
Oh, I did.
(he sits up and brushes the
dirt off)
Better?
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Yes, sir. Ive taken the liberty
of analyzing the atmosphere, and my
readings indicate that it is, in
fact, breathable.
3.
WARCHILD
Airright.
Warchild rips off his helmet, tossing it aside, revealing a
handsome face. He takes a deep breath and jumps to his
feet. He turns to look at the wrecked, burning ship.
WARCHILD
(re: ship)
Eeesh, it doesnt look too hot does
it?
CRICKET
(O.S.)
The ships on fire, sir.
WARCHILD
You know what I mean. Is it
salvageable?
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Its beyond repair, Im afraid.
WARCHILD
Ugh. He is gonna be so pissed.
CRICKET
(O.S.)
He, sir?
WARCHILD
You know who.
FLASHBACK TO:
INT. CHECHICOS OFFICE - DAY
A door hisses open and Warchild, wearing a white shirt and
white pants, steps into a big, pristine office with a
minimalist design. Behind a large white desk sits CHECHICO
(50). He is stern and athletic with a long scar diagonally
across his face. Hes also dressed in all white.
CHECHICO
Have a seat.
He does. Chechico pulls a file from his drawer, tossing it
on his desk.
4.
CHECHICO
Warchild, Ive been reviewing your
progress reports, and Ive gotta
say Im impressed.
WARCHILD
Yeah?
CHECHICO
Yes. You are no longer Master
Ungers second worst student.
WARCHILD
Oh good. Because I have been
trying harder and--
CHECHICO
--Youre now his worst
student. According to his report
youre failing every
course. Lowest scores in your
class. How youve managed that, I
dont know, considering one of your
classmates is a space chimp from
planet Prime.
WARCHILD
Well that guy is a teachers
pet. Literally. Master Unger has
a cage for him and everything.
CHECHICO
Whatever the case may be. Hes
recommended we send you off world
to a special school for special
children.
WARCHILD
Oh...that doesnt sound too bad.
CHECHICO
Its special ed, son. Its for
dumb kids.
WARCHILD
Oh. I see.
CHECHICO
You will take my ship and report
there tomorrow. Dont be late.
5.
WARCHILD
(defeated)
Sure.
Warchild rises, moving towards the door.
CHECHICO
And Warchild.
WARCHILD
(glancing back at Chechico)
Yes?
CHECHICO
I want my ship back in one piece,
you hear me? Not even a scratch.
WARCHILD
Yes, father.
BACK TO PRESENT
Warchild, still in the jungle clearing, turns to look at the
smoking ship. Suddenly, the ships damaged wing breaks off,
hitting the ground with a loud CLAANG.
WARCHILD
Dammit. So whats the plan
Cricket?
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Our best course of action is for me
to send a distress signal. It will
limit my capabilities but--
WARCHILD
Just do it.
CRICKET
(O.S.)
As you say, sir.
WARCHILD
You know Fathers gonna think I did
this on purpose, right? To avoid
that stupid school for dumb
kids. He already knows Im dumb,
calling him for help will make
think Im just a big-
BOCK, BOCK, BOCK, BEGOWWWWK! Warchild jolts. He turns to
see a six-legged, six-eyed FOWLSUK, a chicken-like creature,
bobbing her way towards him.
6.
In a split-second, Warchild draws his BLASTER and shoots -
ZZZRRYOOM - an ORANGE BEAM strikes the fowlsuk - she
explodes!! Chunks of gore fly. Feathers descend slowly,
swaying.
WARCHILD
What the fuck was that thing?!
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Well, sir, why dont you put it
back together, so I can tell you.
WARCHILD
It was horrible looking.
Suddenly, a PACK OF FOWLSUCKS explode out of the tall grass,
charging Warchild.
Warchild aims his blaster - CLICK CLICK - its empty.
WARCHILD
My blaster?! Cricket!
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Sir, weapons are down, allow time
for recharging.
WARCHILD
(taking steps back)
What do I do what do I do?
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Why not try running?
WARCHILD
Right.
Warchild runs for the treeline...the fowlsuks giving chase.
He dashes through the tall grass...dodging a boulder here
and there...
He jumps over a small trench and into-
EXT. JUNGLE - SAME
Warchild sprints through the jungle, dodging and clambering
over toppled trees.
7.
He runs through a shallow stream, splashing. He stops,
glancing back - no fowlsuks. He leans his back against a
tree, catching his breath.
WARCHILD
That was close.
PRRrrrrPRRrrrPRRrrr. Warchild notices the vibrating
sound. He glances up and sees a big BUNTUKAT! A purple,
panther-like creature with ram-like, curved horns. Warchild
jumps back and screams. The Buntukat jumps
down. RRRAAAWWWWWRRRR!
Warchild is paralyzed with fear. The Buntukat crouches
down, ready to pounce.
Suddenly, a BLONDE GIRL, wearing dirty rags, jumps down,
holding a spear! She fends off the Buntukats attack with
her spear. The Buntukat swipes at her. Warchild cowers in
fear behind her.
BLONDE GIRL
(re: Buntukat)
Akunu Nanu Na!! Na!!
The Blonde Girl thrusts the spear at the Buntukat, piercing
its neck. It roars and retaliates by biting her spear,
breaking it. The Blonde Girl tosses the spear at the
Buntukat. And puts her hands up ready to fight.
CRICKET
(O.S.)
Sir, your blaster! Its charged.
WARCHILD
Huh? Oh yeah, okay!
Warchild aims his blaster - ZZZRRYOOM - the orange beam rips
into the creatures skull, blowing it up. Its gore and
blood paint the jungle.
The Blonde Girl turns to face Warchild, covered in the
Buntukats green, slimy blood. Shes wide eyed and slack
jawed. Her eyes narrow on his blaster. Warchild stares at
her, amazed.
WARCHILDS POV - SLIME COVERED BLONDE GIRL
He checks her out: starting with her blonde hair, her big
green eyes, her soft lips, her slender neck and narrow
shoulders, her breasts, her flat stomach, back to her
breasts again, then past her stomach to her legs.
BACK TO SCENE
8.
Warchild is stunned.
WARCHILD
What are you???
TO BE CONTINUED...