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INT. COMMAND

Her knees tucked under her chin, Patricia sits and looks
up at the air duct.

FRANKLIN (O.S.)
What you waiting for?

Patricia slides across the floor away from Franklin.

PATRICIA
Jesus!

Franklin walks from the shadows.  Blood smeared over his
clothes.

He arches his neck and looks up to the duct.

FRANKLIN
You know he’s probably not coming back?

Patricia slowly stands.  Her eyes never leave Franklin’s.

PATRICIA
I heard something but I’m not sure what?

She looks at Franklin.

PATRICIA
Are you hurt?

Franklin rubs at the front of his clothes.

FRANKLIN
I’m fine, Elliot’s not so.

PATRICIA
Elliot?

Franklin advances on Patricia.

FRANKLIN
The King’s dead, baby.

Patricia backs in to a corner.

Franklin looks up at the duct.

FRANKLIN
Where’s he gone that was so important?

PATRICIA
He said he was going to storage.  I don’t know why.

FRANKLIN
Maybe I should go look for him, or should I stay here
and hold your hand?

Patricia glances up to the duct.

FRANKLIN
Don’t wait up?

He hoists himself up and through the air duct.

INT. SPACEPORT

The star pulses red light.

Jenna sits up to her waist in blood.  Her eyes rolled back,
trance like she sways slowly.

Marty rests a hand on her head.

MARTY
The pain will be worth it my dear.  Our Son will rule the world
and beyond.  We have created a new dawn and a new…

Jenna’s head snaps back and a deathly groan emits from her
throat.

Marty takes a step back.

MARTY
It is time.

Foam spews forth from her mouth and Jenna begins to convulse.

INT. STORAGE

DeSean stands frozen.   His chest pounds.

He looks down at the dead Imps.

DESEAN
Fuck’s going on?

He grabs another suitcase, flips it open and spews the
contents across the floor.

DESEAN
It’s not here, it’s not fucking here.

A bang in the air duct.

DeSean slowly looks up.  With his eyes trained on the
open duct he reaches down and grabs the pipe.  A pair
of green eyes look back at him.

He tightens his grip on the pipe and readies his stance.

An Imp shoots out and slashes DeSean across the face.
It darts behind a number of boxes.

DeSean flinches and presses his hand against the ripped
flesh on his cheek.

DESEAN
Mother fu…

The Imp crawls on to a box and looks at DeSean.  It jumps
at him.

DeSean swings the pipe and hits the Imp.  It bounces off
the wall and lies still.

He slowly near and strikes down at the stricken Imp.  In a
flash it races up the wall and clamps its claws around DeSean’s
head.  It sinks its claws deep in to his skull.

INT. COMMAND

Patricia paces back and forth.  She pauses under the duct and
worriedly looks up.

A beep and the door to the engineering corridor slides open.

She ducks for cover.

Leon and Burt enter.  The door closes behind them.

BURT
Where is everyone?

Leon shrugs.

He slowly takes a few steps in to the room, pushes Leon in
front with his Halex.

LEON
Perhaps they’re already at the shuttles?

BURT
Perhaps.

Patricia hides behind a console.  She sneaks around it as
Burt and Leon pass.  With her eyes on the two men, she
trips and falls with a bang.

Burt and Leon spin.

BURT
Who’s there?  I have a weapon.

He holds the Halex out.

Patricia looks down at the remains of Elliot.  She screams
and rolls clear.

BURT
Stand up.  What you doing behind there?

PATRICIA
Don’t shoot.

She slowly stands.

BURT
Get over here.  Don’t you know we’re evacuating?

Patricia nods.

PATRICIA
Is that where you’re heading?

BURT
It is where we are all heading unless you want your insides
on the outsides.  Best get your ass along with me and this
shower of shit.

He pokes Leon with the Halex.

PATRICIA
I can’t, I have to wait for DeSean.

She points to the duct.

BURT
Your funeral, lady.

He turns to Leon.

BURT
Let’s go.

Burt walks to the door.  Leon remains by Patricia.

LEON
I’ll stay with her.

Burt groans.  He raises his weapon.

BURT
You got no choice, asshole.  Let’s go.

LEON
No.

Burt shakes his head.

BURT
Fine.  I don’t give a rat’s about you or the friggin’ artifact
but if you’re not at the shuttle in an hour then you’re fucked.

LEON
Adam said we had at least two hours.

BURT
Did he?  That’s not what I heard.

Burt scans his tab and the door opens.  He exits.

INT. STORAGE

DeSean wrestles the Imp free.  It tears a large piece of flesh
from his face as he does.

He tosses the frantic Imp to the ground and grabs the pipe.

INT. AIR DUCT

Franklin struggle’s his frame through the confined space.  He
peers down through the grate.

FRANKLIN'S P.O.V.

DeSean fights the Imp.

AIR DUCT

Franklin drops through the grate.

INT. STORAGE

The Imp claws at DeSean’s stomach.  It tears through clothes
and flesh.

Franklin sends a kick to the Imp.  It bounces off the wall.

He stomps down on its head until turns to pulp.

FRANKLIN
Looks like you needed a hand?

He looks over DeSean, who clutches at his wounds.  His face
pale and his breathes short.

FRANKLIN
What you been looking for?

DeSean looks back with empty eyes.

Franklin crashes his boot in to DeSean’s face.

DeSean lets out a wimper.  Another boot, then another and
another.

Franklin stops.  DeSean’s face is a bloody mess.

Franklin picks up the pipe and brains DeSean to death.

INT. SPACEPORT

Jenna spews froth and convulses.

Marty watches with awe.

Bubbles ripple the blood around Jenna’s submerged crotch.
She screams and falls silent.  Her head drops to her flesh less
chest, her breath slow and faint.

MARTY
He’s here.

The door springs open and blood pours out.  

BURT (O.S.)
What the hell!

Burt slowly enters and freezes at the sight before him.


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INT. STORAGE

Franklin stands over DeSean’s lifeless corpse, basking in his victory.

He pulls a black detonator with eleven switches from his jacket and marvels at its design.

FRANKLIN
(To DeSean’s body)
Yep. Somehow, I just didn’t have it in me to let you destroy what we held so sacred, short-lived as it may be.

Franklin puts the detonator back in his jacket and readies the pipe.

In a flash, he lets all his fury out and bashes DeSean’s skull seven times.

FRANKLIN
Much better.

Franklin straightens his jacket and hair then casually strolls towards the door, pipe in-hand.

INT. SPACEPORT

Burt looks out at the horrific scene before him.

Marty takes a step towards Burt with an ear to ear grin.

BURT
What... the fuck?

MARTY
‘Evening, Mr. Bell.
(To Jenna)
Isn’t it wonderful when they just come to you and save you the trouble?

Jenna hisses at Burt.

MARTY
Mind your manners, my queen. You’re supposed to be cordial to people just before they die.

Marty bursts out laughing.

MARTY
I don’t know who made up that bullshit rule.

BURT
Who the fuck are you, Marty?

MARTY
Would you like the long version or the short one? And, please tone down the vulgarities when my precious Jenna in within earshot. She’s very sensitive.

Jenna hisses at Burt, more threatening this time.

Burt raises his shotgun and aims it directly at Marty.

MARTY
Usually I don’t take being insulted personally. I’m making an exception this time.
(Dead serious)
Drop the fucking gun.

INT. COMMAND

Franklin strolls in, covered in blood. He watches Patricia and Leon from afar.

FRANKLIN
Those are tough little bastards, I’m telling ya.

PATRICIA
Franklin?

FRANKLIN
No, it’s Abraham Lincoln. ‘Course it’s me.

PATRICIA
Did you find DeSean?

FRANKLIN
Oh, yeah. His ass was being feasted on by a bunch of these little monster things.

The word “monster” doesn’t sit well with Leon.

LEON
What? Monsters are in... monsters?

FRANKLIN
I don’t fucking know, man. They were these little short things, some had green eyes, some yellow and these long-ass claws. But, you know, they met Mr. Pipe here and that was it for them.

PATRICIA
Do you know if he found what he was looking for?

FRANKLIN
Does it matter? The problem’s been taken care of. This, I can promise you.

Patricia runs past her.

They watch as she makes her way towards Storage.

FRANKLIN
What’s the deal with her?

LEON
I don’t have a clue. What about these monsters? Where did they come from?

FRANKLIN
Your guess is as good as mine. But, with how fucked up this place is, I’m not the least bit surprised to see them.

LEON
No? You’re not surprised by little demon monsters with yellow eyes?

FRANKLIN
Not really.

Leon looks towards the Spaceport door.

LEON
Do you think that asshole Burt made it--

Before he can finish his question, Franklin clocks Leon in the face with the pipe.

Leon falls to the ground, bleeding from his left temple.

FRANKLIN
No one gets off this rock but me.

INT. STORAGE

Patricia runs in, finds DeSean’s mauled body on the ground.

She flips him over and sees all the cuts made by the Imps but looks confused by the bashed in skull.

A realization overcomes her face.

Patricia looks around for some kind of weapon but can’t find any as her eyes shift towards Command.

INT. COMMAND - MOMENTS LATER

Patricia creeps in to avoid detection but see no one.

Finally, she spots Leon on the ground by the door.

Patricia runs over to his aid.

PATRICIA
Leon, are you okay?

LEON
I... I see two of your pretty smile and I believe I’ll have a massive headache in a few hours but I’m okay.

PATRICIA
He murdered DeSean.

LEON
I should’ve never trusted that son of a bitch.

PATRICIA
Franklin?

LEON
DeSean. It doesn’t matter now, though.

PATRICIA
Where is he?

LEON
He’s gonna take off from the spaceport.

Leon opens his jacket and reveals his .45 in a shoulder holster to Patricia.

LEON
You have to stop him.

PATRICIA
I can’t take that.

LEON
You have to.

Patricia apprehensively takes the gun from his holster.

INT. SPACEPORT

Burt continues to point the shotgun at Marty’s chest.

MARTY
Take your best shot, Burt. Take all your best shots.

Marty walks towards Burt at a snail’s pace.

Burt fires a shot at Marty which instantly heals. He fires round after round at the approaching Marty to no effect.

MARTY
You humans like to think you’re so superior when you’re nothing to me. Less than a nuisance.

Burt runs out of bullets and drops the shotgun to the ground. His expression turns to dismay.

Marty grabs Burt by the throat, lifts him up against the wall.

INT. COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY

Patricia sees Franklin walking towards the Spaceport door.

PATRICIA
Stop.

Franklin stops at the sound of her voice. He slowly turns to find her pointing the gun at him.

FRANKLIN
You should have just bought my story. This would have gone so much smoother for both of us.

Patricia looks highly uncomfortable holding the gun.

PATRICIA
Why did you kill him? What was he looking for?

FRANKLIN
Ah. The eternal question.

Franklin hand eases towards his jacket.

FRANKLIN (CONT’D)
Just this.

Franklin reaches into his pocket, quickly pulls out a black object.

Patricia shoots Franklin six times, on instinct, before he falls to the floor.

The detonator lies at Franklin’s side.

Patricia eases over to Franklin’s body and inspects the detonator.

INT. SPACEPORT

Marty’s eyes shift to the sound of the gunshots.

MARTY
The thing that never ceases to amaze me about you humans is how willing you are to kill each other. You don’t even need help from me.

Marty throws Burt clear across the room.

Burt lands next to a large window overlooking the Mars landscape.

He glances down at a series of piping where several dozen yellow bricks labelled “Composite-4 Plastic Explosive” are hidden away.

Marty briskly makes his way to Burt as Burt stands and stares Marty down.

BURT
That all ya got? Throw me like you mean it, you limp-wristed fuck.

Marty grabs hold of Burt and flings him back across the room.

Burt’s body slides into the metal door. His coughs up blood on the ground.

INT. COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY

Patricia picks up the detonator and cautiously looks around, debates whether or not to flip a switch.

She flips one of the switches.

INT. SPACEPORT

Behind Marty, the wall of C-4 EXPLODES, sends him flying.

The wall and window crumbles as the oxygen in the room begins to escape.

Burt pulls out his tab and struggles to make it to his feet. He takes a deep breath and swipes his tab.

The door opens as he got into

COMMAND TO SPACEPORT HALLWAY

where Patricia looks dumbfounded by the explosion.

PATRICIA
Burt, are you okay?

BURT
We gotta get the fuck outta here!

The door closes behind him as the two of them run into

COMMAND

where they find Leon with his hand covering the wound on his head.

Burt runs past Leon but Patricia stops.

BURT
Patricia, let’s go!

PATRICIA
We’ve got to bring Leon.

Burt stops and looks at Patricia.

BURT
Fuck Leon.

PATRICIA
(Dominating)
We’re not leaving him!

BURT
(Defeated)
Hurry up.

Patricia helps Leon to his feet as the three of them run to

ENGINEERING

where they stop to catch their breath.

BURT
How the hell did you blow that up?

PATRICIA
I found this detonator on Franklin. I think he killed DeSean because he was going to destroy the facility.

LEON
If you blew up the spaceport, how are we ever going to get out of here?

Burt and Patricia share a worried look as they glance at Leon.

INT. SPACEPORT

Marty stands up and looks over at Jenna.

MARTY
I love this fresh air.

A smile overcomes his face.


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COMMAND CENTER

Patricia holds up her hand.

Burt and Leon shut up and wait for it.

PATRICIA
If we haven't seen them, they're dead.

She scrutinizes Burt then Leon.

PATRICIA
We either hide and hope for a ship.

Burt and Leon eyes brighten.

PATRICIA
Or we can wait to be killed.

The men don't like this proposal.

PATRICIA
Or we can go back to the space port
and make damn sure whatever Marty and
Jenna are up to is stopped now.

Burt rubs his neck where Marty choked him.

BURT
Marty will pay for Jenna.

Leon touches his head.

LEON
I too wish for the payback.

PATRICIA
Find weapons. A Halex or five, lyzers,
mag tech .38s. You two security types
should be able to do that?

Patricia lips curl up.

PATRICIA
And keep an eye out for ALAN.

SPACE PORT

The damaged dome looms overhead.

Marty extends his arms as the escaping oxygen roars past.

MARTY
This is wonderful!

Jenna crouches close, purrs.

Emergency panels seal the damaged area. Marty loses his smile.

MARTY
ALAN?

Marty shrugs, turns his attention to a very pregnant Jenna.

MARTY
Hungry?

Jenna salivates, focusing on Marty.

MARTY
Hunting. Agreed.

COMMAND CENTER

A table full of weapons and drugs: Double halexes, mag-tech
38s, lyzers, pouches of sneeze and purple rain.

BURT
We have everything you asked for.

LEON
And this... voila!

Leon presents the tool cutter array from the tail of a Pex
mounted on a reinforced medical gurney.

Patricia nods her approval.

PATRICIA
Load up.

Burt and Leon exchange looks. Patricia sighs.

PATRICIA
Hit them hard, hit them fast. Kill the
queen then the asshole. Drugs may
confuse them.

LEON
Apres vous.

MANUFACTURING

Automated machinery assembles parts on to an unrecognizable
chassis. Small mechanical spiders scurry about.

SPACE PORT

Patricia bursts into the port weapons drawn.

Most of the doors are locked down.

Burt and Leon search for their targets clearing each open
door.

BURT
Where are they?

Jenna jumps them from behind. Knocks all three down.

MARTY
The prey comes to us!

Patricia leaps to her feet. Burt is quicker.

BURT
Jenna!

Jenna hesitates.

BURT
You got your revenge on Adam!

Leon groans as he pulls himself up. Patricia signals Leon. He
nods and heads towards the cart.

BURT
Isn't that enough?

Patricia signals to Burt. She moves her hand around her
stomach as if she's pregnant. Burt nods.

BURT
You're going to be a mother. Should be
a ripper of a kid judging by the size
of your belly.

Jenna roars defensively and holds her belly protectively.

Marty steps closer. He smiles devilishly.

MARTY
He's your dinner.

Patricia urges Leon to work faster with the Pex tools. Leon
throws her two pouches.

BURT
Jenna, I loved you.

Burt holds his heart. Jenna is puzzled.

MARTY
It won't work. She's mine until she
dies.

Patricia jerks.

PATRICIA
She's going to die during birth.

Behind her back, Patricia pokes holes in the pouches.

MARTY
You worked it out. You'll be dead in a
few moments so it really doesn't
matter.

Jenna tilts her head toward Marty then Burt. She stares into
Burt's eyes.

Patricia throws the two pouches at Marty and Jenna.

All hell breaks loose.

Marty sneezes and can't stop. His sneezes flame out of his
nostrils. He aims for Patricia.

Patricia rolls out of the way.

PATRICIA
Shoot! Burt. Leon.

Burt draws two mag-techs from behind his back.

Jenna's eyes go dull from the purple rain.

Burt lets his guns fall. He can't do it.

Leon fires a laser cutter. The narrow beam slices Jenna in
half. She and the demon spawn die in mid breath.

MARTY
Damn you all!

Marty's sneeze engulfs him in a fireball.

CORRIDOR

Patricia, Leon and Burt run.

Mechanical spiders spell out the word ALAN on the bulkhead. The spiders urge the runners to come with them.

PATRICIA
You two follow the spiders. I got an idea.

Burt watches as she speeds away. Leon grabs his shoulder.

SPACE PORT

Marty grieves over his slain queen and offspring.

MARTY
(whispers)
Patricia.
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SPACE PORT

Marty cries over his slain queen and offspring.

Patricia looks over him, his sneezing begins to disappear.

CORRIDOR

Leon stands, his hand on Burt’s shoulder. He examines his Megtech
as Burt grabs his throat and pushes him against the
wall.

BURT
You fuck. Finally, we’re alone! You
think your father can save you now?

Leon tries to speak.

LEON
(struggling)
My father has nothing to do with
this you asshole.

BURT
He has everything to do with this!
You did nothing to get onto this
base, nothing! It took years for me
to get to this position.

Leon smirks.

LEON
Is that why you’ve been dealing
drugs with Jenna since you came to
this god forsaken place?

Burt lessens his force.

BURT
Fuck you!

LEON
I would kill you now if I could...
But I feel the pleasure would be
better if we’re back on Earth so I
could destroy everything you have.

BURT
Soon.

The spiders begin to scurry away. Burt pushes Leon to the
ground, takes his meg-tech then walks toward the spiders.
Leon coughs multiple times, then follows him, furious.

LEON
(whispers)
I’ll kill you, cocksucker...

SPACE PORT

Marty begins to cry at the sight of Jenna and the Imp-like
dead baby.

MARTY
Jenna, my Queen!

He looks at Patricia.

MARTY (CONT’D)
What have you done?

He tries to jump for her but his energy is drained.

PATRICIA
Think for a second! There are only
four of us left, our focus is to
get off this base, nothing--

She’s cut off as an Imp suddenly falls from an air duct,
spazzing out, steam coming from his face. He falls, dead.

MARTY
My sweet Jenna was supplying the
energy for us to survive. Why did
you kill her? Don’t you realize?
This was the evolution of our
species! This was the only way for
us to survive!

Patricia slaps him across the face.

PATRICIA
That doesn’t matter now, all we
need to do is find out how the hell
we’re getting out of here. Come on,
we’re running out of air.

Marty slowly gets to his feet, heart broken.

COMMAND - COMMANDER FARTHING’S OFFICE
The spiders scurry across the ground, heading under
Farthing’s table.

Leon and Burt burst through the door, following them.

BURT
What the hell?

LEON
Are you going to check under it or
not?

BURT
Go fuck yourself.

Burt cautiously walks to the table and examines it. He begins
to push the table but it’s no use. He tries again.

LEON
If you need my help you can ask.

Burt looks to him, sighs.

BURT
Come here and help.

LEON
That’s right, asshole.

Leon walks to it. They both push together. The table budges
and begins to creak as it finally topples to reveal a metal
panel. Suddenly, it hisses. Smoke emerges. Burt and Leon take
a step back, off the panel and onto the carpet.

The panel begins to rise, the duo’s eyes widen. It’s a pod,
one seat inside and a screen behind it. The screen buzzes and
comes to life.

ALAN
Greetings Burt Bell and Leon
Napier. How are you?

BURT
Alan?

ALAN
That is me. Do you need assistance?

LEON
That pod? What’s it for?

ALAN
A method for one human to go back
to Earth. Can only be used for
emergencies.

BURT
How are you still functional? Alan
was infected with a virus.

ALAN
As I said, Emergency use. Jeremy
had created me specifically for
situations like this.

Burt suddenly realizes.

BURT
Alan, did you just say that pod
only fits one person?

ALAN
This is correct, Burt.

Burt looks at Leon. Leon’s heart suddenly sinks. He looks at
Burt’s meg-tech. Burt smiles as he pulls it out.

BURT
One person?

LEON
Burt... Burt! Don’t do this. We are
able to fit two people in there,
even three if we squish together.

ALAN
Although that is possible, the tank
does not have sufficient air supply
for more than one person.

BURT
You heard him.

LEON
We can take air tanks in there.
Alan?

ALAN
If enough air tanks are taken in,
it may be possible.

LEON
See?

Burt laughs.

BURT
Get on your knees and beg, bitch.

Leon does as told, anger welling up in his eyes.

LEON
Please...

Burt laughs again like a maniac.
LEON (CONT’D)
What about the others?

BURT
Fuck the others! You wouldn’t
believe how long I’ve been wanting
to do this.

LEON
Burt! Listen to me.

BURT
No. You listen to me.

Burt aims the meg-tech.

BURT (CONT’D)
It was nice knowing you asshole.

LEON
Fuck yo--

Burt shoots, Leon’s brain splatters all over the pod’s glass.

Off screen, Patricia’s gasp.

Burt looks behind him to see a defeated Marty and Patricia.

They stare at the horror.

BURT
It’s not what it looks like.

PATRICIA
Oh my god...

Marty looks at the pod.

ALAN
Estimated time until base
implosion, ten minutes and thirtyfive
seconds.
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INT. COMMAND
Patricia looks down at Leon�s body, then up at Burt.

PATRICIA
What have you done?

BURT
He had it coming.

She takes an angry step towards him, but Burt raises his weapon.

PATRICIA
Are you going to shoot me Burt?

BURT
You heard Alan, only one of us is getting off this rock. And I have the gun.

PATRICIA
You son of a bitch!

Marty laughs. Burt and Patricia look at him.

MARTY
Oh, you're not going anywhere.

Marty sticks to fingers in his mouth and blows a loud WHISTLE towards the corridor.

The five remaining imps emerge from Engineering and charge them.

PATRICIA
Oh shit.

Marty cackles.

Burt locks eyes with the imp in the center of the charging pack. Its snarls at him.

BURT
Oh, fuck you!

Burt raises his Mag-tech and shoots the beast down, hitting it right between the eyes.

PATRICIA
Burt!

BURT
Come on!

Burt raises his gun at the next imp. But its too fast. The beast leaps into the air and tackles Burt to the ground. His mag-tech falls away, landing at Patricia's feet.

Another imp charges at her. She scrambles for the gun. The beast leaps into the hair, its jaws aimed at her face. She raises the gun screaming and shoots the beast in the neck.

It's dead body lands in a heap at her feet.

Burt SCREAMS as the remaining three imps tear into him.

Patricia aims the gun at one of them and FIRES.

CLICK!

Out of bullets.

PATRICIA
Shit!

Burt is thrashing. The imps snapping jaws, filled with jagged, blood-stained teeth go for Burt's throat. He raises a defensive arm and the creature chomps down, just below his elbow.

He lets out of a howl of pain.

Another imp goes for his belly, the other bites down on the back of his leg.

The creature violently jerks its head back and forth, ripping and tearing a big chuck of his calf right off his leg. Blood spills.

BURT
Fuck you!

Burt is able to roll over on top of the imp gnawing into his forearm.

He gets the beast into a headlock and snaps it neck.

BURT
Patricia, do something!

PATRICIA
I can't! Shit!

Burt continues to scream and thrash, trying to fight the beasts.

Patricia looks about frantically for a weapon. Nothing to do but watch.

Suddenly her face lights up.

PATRICIA
Alan?

ALAN
Yes Patricia?

PATRICIA
Do something for Christ's sake!

ALAN
As you wish.

Suddenly hundreds of the mechanical spiders come out of the floor and swarm the remaining imps.

The beasts let out screeching howls of pain as their bodies are covered by a swarm of nano-spiders.

They are completely devoured in seconds.

MARTY
No! Stop this at once!

Marty pulls the artifact from his pocket.

Patricia runs over to Burt. He's bleeding from everywhere.
His belly is ripped open, exposing his guts.

She cradles his head, blood spills from his mouth.

BURT
(Strained, choking on blood)
The fuckers.

Burt pulls something from his pocket, balls it in his palm. Patricia sees this.

PATRICIA
You saved my life. Thank you.

He fights out a few words in his final choking breath.

BURT
Go fuck yourself.

And like that, he's gone.

Patricia looks up at Marty, his eyes glowing red.
His hand that holds the artifact, burning in flame
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Patricia backs away from Marty, eyes fixed on the strange fire
around his hand.

MARTY
You’ll make an excellent Queen, Patricia.

PATRICIA
Over my dead body.

Marty grins. He thrusts the fire at her—

But nothing happens. Marty frowns, tries again. The flame
sputters and dies.

Patricia’s foot touches the empty Mag-Tech.

PATRICIA
What’s the matter? Can’t get it up?

MARTY
No! It’s mine!

Marty yells at the ceiling, the walls, all around him.

MARTY
The power is mine! Mine!

The artifact glows brighter. Marty howls in pain and drops it,
his hand burned.

Patricia scoops up the gun and runs, ducks behind a cabinet.

PATRICIA
Alan? Kill that son-of-a-bitch.

ALAN
I’m sorry, my programming prohibits me.

PATRICIA
Cut the crap! If he gets off this rock a whole
lot of humans are going to die!

MARTY
Don’t you worry, my pet. I’m not going
anywhere without you.

Marty kneels next to the artifact, looking at it longingly. He
might have been speaking to it.

MARTY
(whisper)
Let me finish it.

Patricia waits but Alan doesn’t respond. She grits her teeth—

And runs straight for Marty, clubs him across the head with
the gun.

Marty falls over, dazed.

Patricia raises her boot and drives it down on his head—

PATRICIA
I’m so—
(stomp)
--fucking—
(stomp)
--tired—
(stomp)
--of being
(stomp)
--pushed around—
(stomp)
--by you—
(stomp)
--fucking—
(stomp)
--men!

Stomp, stomp, STOMP!

Marty lifts his head to look at her, a stream of blood running
down his face from his cracked skull.

He grins at her, a flash of white teeth through the red.

MARTY
You kick like a girl.

Patricia SCREAMS! Bashes him with the gun, over and over
again, blood spattering across her face and arms, beats down
on him until she can’t raise the gun any more.

Marty’s face is nothing but pulp, head caved in, teeth
scattered in the blood pooled on the floor.

Patricia collapses, gasping for breath.

She slowly comes around, starts to breath normally again.

She drops the blood-soaked gun. It clatters on the floor.

ALAN
Pardon me, Ms. Hemsworth, but I’m
detecting structural fatique at your
location.

Patricia hangs her head and laughs quietly.

PATRICIA
Well, gee, Alan, that’s because this
base has gone to shit.

She picks herself up, careful not to slip in all the blood.

PATRICIA
This was supposed to be an easy
assignment, you know? Get away
from Earth, from my brother, be a
part of something that really matters.

She heads for the escape pod.

PATRICIA
But no! Fucking politics and god-
damn conspiracy has to destroy
everything. Again!

The artifact pulses, catching her eye. She stares at it.

PATRICIA
Fuck it.

Patricia climbs into the escape pod. Buckles herself in.

PATRICIA
Tell me something, Alan. Put those
deducing algorithms to work and
lay it on me.

She spools up the engine.

PATRICIA
Is the human race as fucked as it
seems?

ALAN
I’m afraid—

PATRICIA
I know, you can’t answer that. Don’t mind
me, I’m just engaging in a little self-pity.

Patricia keys commands into the console, leaving blood
smears on the screens.

Behind her, a parade of spiders carry the artifact into the
pod.

PATRICIA
Engines spooled and ready. Alan, upload your matrix.

ALAN
Uploading.
(beat)
You handled yourself quite well,
Ms. Hemsworth.

PATRICIA
Yeah, right. Burt handled himself.
Saved me from those beasts.
(beat)
Marty should have torn me apart.

ALAN
Upload complete. Sealing hatch.

A transparent dome slides up from one side of the
pod and extends over Patricia until it locks into the
other side.

Patricia eyes the canopy warily.

PATRICIA
I hate these things.

She presses a button and the pod drops onto a set
of electromagnetic rails running through--

INT. TUNNEL BENEATH BASE.

The pod accelerates like a bullet, pressing Patricia
hard into her seat back, shooting the pod down the
track, until—

EXT. MARTIAN LANDSCAPE

The pod launches skyward from a nearby crater. The
engine fires and the pod rockets for space.

INT. ESCAPE POD

ALAN
Marty was going to hurt you.

PATRICIA
Yes, to make me his Queen.
Queen of what?

Through the canopy, to the left, the 14-mile high volcano
Mons Olympus rises from the surface like a planetary
pimple.

ALAN
Of a long-dormant species.

The pod suddenly dips and straight for the volcano.

PATRICIA
Alan, we’re off course!

ALAN
We couldn’t allow you to be
harmed.

PATRICIA
What do you mean, ‘we’?

Light fills the pod from behind her seat, pulsing and
thrumming. Patricia disengages the buckles and looks
over the seat back and sees the artifact, spiders crawling
all over it.

ALAN
We are the collective consciousness
housed in this artifact.

Patricia’s eyes widen in fear and realization.

PATRICIA
You took over Alan.
(beat)
So what’s the deal with the demon-
looking things?

ALAN
What did you expect? Little green
men?

The volcano’s crater fills the view. The pod hurtles towards
it without slowing.

PATRICIA
So you come back and then
what?

ALAN
We take back what's rightfully
ours.

PATRICIA
What's that?

ALAN
Earth.

PATRICIA
And you're going to use me
to do it?

Patricia grits her teeth.

PATRICIA
Sorry, I’m not anyone’s bitch.

Patricia heaves herself over the seat, lunges for the artifact—

EXT. MARTIAN LANDSCAPE

The pod disappears into the crater, swallowed by deep
shadows.

EXT. COMMAND

Wind blows dust across the exterior walls of the Command
Center.

An army of mechanical spiders crawls through the dirt and
up the walls.

INT. SPACEPORT

Spiders haul debris away from the floor.

More spiders pour over the walls, repairing the structure
with astonishing speed.

A PEx lumbers through carrying a large piece of equipment.
The pilot seat is empty.

INT. DARK ROOM

Commander Farthing sits in front of a viewscreen, the only
light in the dark room.

FARTHING
Commander Farthing to Earth Command.
I’m pleased to report we’ve resolved our
communication problems. We still have
some bugs to work out—

He indicates the dark around him.

FARTHING
--but most of our systems are back
online. I credit Dr. Cvetko’s ingenuity
for getting our systems back so quickly.
I hope you weren’t too concerned for us.

Farthing holds up the artifact, no longer glowing.

FARTHING
I’m also please to report complete success
in our primary mission. Mr. Worth is
dealing with dispatching the prisoner
population, as per mission orders.

Farthing sits back, smiling hugely.

FARTHING
It’s time for extraction. See you in
thirty.

The viewscreen dims. As it does—

Farthing removes the FMD. It’s Patricia. Her eyes glow red.

All around her, glowing red eyes light up in the dark.

THE END


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