<black screen>
VO: Sometimes. Sometimes I wonder ...
<the screen suddenly goes white. as the glare fades, a battered starship slides past the camera.>
VO: Where are we going?
<an antique bronze-colored revolver fires, the only thing not blurry in a room covered with smoke.>
VO: Why did I do the things I did?
<a man in a black uniform, with only a small metallic patch on the collar as a symbol of rank. despite being slim and not really that physically imposing, the look in his eyes is hard enough to slice hull plating with. he wears a bronze-colored antique revolver in a hip holster.>
VO: Why didn't I just ... give up ...
<same man, in casual clothes, kneeling in a graveyard with blood on his hands, the revolver from the previous scenes is on the ground beside him.>
VO: ... back then.
<shift to outer space again, a battle between a battlecruiser and two lighter units. both the battlecruiser and on of the attackers seem to be using some sort of grav drive, while the remaining ship apparently mounts reaction drives. the battlecruiser is winning, barely ... or at least seems to be in better shape than the other two ships. scene shift.>
VO: Or then?
<flashes of faces. a blonde-haired woman, a young boy with sightless eyes, a dark haired girl with a distant expression on her face.>
VO: Is a human being's desire to live that strong? Who knows?
<the man, dressed in the black uniform again. standing before some sort of highly decorated officer, as it seems. the officer is talking, grinning and jovial. the man answers him, shruggin, and the officer's face goes from good natured humor to an offended scowl.>
VO: If anyone asks though, I can tell them something that's at least partly true.
<a banner, split in two parts - lower right and upper left. left side shows seven hangmen, black on a red background. the other is plain black.>
VO: I can tell them it was all ... for the money.
<black screen. white small letter in the center. slideshow.>
shining spiral
for the money
<zoom to the man's face, violet eyes behind a pair of round spectacles, looking straight at the camera>
Man: Is it really that bad a reason?
<screen goes black>
---
For whatever reason this came to my mind, it got my mind _off_ Act V stuff and let me focus a bit on Act I again. I've dusted off my Company notes, revised most of them, decided some things about narration and such. The plot of the first part isn't going to be much aside from being a try at military sci-fi, and the main premises got swiped from Ground Control. At least in part.
-Griever
off to scribble