Scene 4.04 - A Call From Command
ANIMATION STYLE 2
EST: EXT. The L.S.D. Indica, docked in port - Night.
FADE IN
CG - PUBLIC TELEVISION FONT
CG: Episode #69 - J.T. A-Go-Go
DISSOLVE CG
INT. The L.S.D. Indica
CG: (Lower third:) December 24, 2969, Neon City, Luna
(JOHN THOMAS is playing virtual-reality golf with seriously-antique and very-fragile wooden-and-bamboo golf clubs, eyeing an antique ball resting on a custom-made tee imbedded in a Scottish, historically accurate appearing Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden course. ROD, a rather formidible man, is the caddy -- not a cart in sight. An adjacent bar flourishes nearby, and LOTS OF HISTORICALLY-FINE BABE EXTRAS in hardly-revealing, tartan-bedazzled, Victorian dress look on attentively -- across a polite chain -- barring them from the course, of course. The crowd watching applauds enthusiastically -- considering what an enthusiastic golf-clap may sound like --as JOHN THOMAS finishes the par-5 hole with a fantastic hole-in-one -- the ball hitting the cup echoes beautifully, and close-ups and reaction shots abound. Give it all the bells and whistles.)
CG/CHROMA KEY REPLAY BOX: (Flash:) MAGNIFICENT PENETRATION!
(Various symbols and scrolls hover about, scoring the game, hole-in-one, 420 yards, showing JOHN THOMAS’ perfect trajectory and adding overall color to the scene, it is immediately obvious that the set is actually manufactured, and it isn’t old Earth after all, only a deluxe, holographic, video game.)
ELIZA
Perfect! A hole in one! Hole 17, Par 5. You’re in first place, John Thomas, 21 under par.
(The computer moans in her own special way.)
MUSIC UP
ROD
Much better, John, now that you're really keeping that arm straight.
JOHN THOMAS
It seems your lessons are beginning to pay off, Rod. Thanks for the time.
(He smiles. Pause. Golf panorama suddenly disappears, to be replaced by a sophisticated bridge of a starship in port -- alarms sounding outside and within the craft.)
JOHN THOMAS (Cont’d)
Looks like this game will have to wait, we’ve got a red alert from Central Command! (Shouting across room:) Dick, put it through!
DICK
(Pause.) Coming through now, Kaptain...
CENTRAL COMMAND
Kaptain Kool, we need your help. We've detected Dr. Diablo's Orb of Doom on our scanners.
WILLIE
Diablo! I thought she was-
ROD
(Muttered, aside to WILLIE:) Dead women pay no debts...
CENTRAL COMMAND
She's heading to Earth. We don't know what she's up to, but you can count on the fact that she's up to no good. We need you and your team to investigate.
JOHN THOMAS
Roger that. (Drops last club back into bag.) We'll be glad to. (Zips ball pouch quickly.) We’ve dealt with her before.
WOODY
(To JOHN THOMAS:) We’re going to Earth? You know it’s a no-fly zone. We’re gonna need clearance, Chief.
CENTRAL COMMAND
We're sending you the coordinates of Diablo's trajectory and projected final destination. Good luck gentlemen, we know you won't let us down. Central Command out.
JOHN THOMAS
Willie, round one, activate the Kronitron, our superpowers could use a bump-up.
WILLIE
No problem, Jon-Tom. I'm on it.
VOICE OVER: YOUNG SINGER
MUSIC UP
(The Kronitron activates and morphs the seven into super heroes via smoke.)
MUSIC UP: FULL
YOUNG SINGER V.O.
Kaptain Kool, he's got all the power, to fight a world of destruction!
PATCH
Bark!
(PATCH stands on the stem-portion of the Kronitron during the sequence and gets a favorable cosmic contact while the others get juiced and heavy-lidded, then all become suddenly buzzed and ready to defend the solar system, even if only in a general sort of way...)
JOHN THOMAS
Come along, Patch, we might need your help, sure as money. (PATCH responds.) Woody, round two, fire up the Indica!
WOODY
Roger that, Chief. Starting countdown sequence now.
LS: EXT. STARSHIP INDICA
DISSOLVE
LS: EXT. ORB OF DOOM
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