INT. HOLOGRAPHIC DISPLAY OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM

Lyle activates a holographic display of the solar system. A
box magnifies the eighth planet, Neptune, revealing a flashing
red dot in its orbit.

INT. UMBRELLA OFFICE

LYLE
At oh-three-hundred this morning,
TDRSS picked up an automated
navigation beacon broadcasting at
two minute intervals in Neptune orbit.

Lyle hands Birkin a stack of hardcopy data. Birkin reads the
data with growing excitement.

BIRKIN
Incredible... These are the same
coordinates before the ship
disappeared... this, this happened?
This isn't some kind of hoax?

HOLLIS
I wouldn't bring you here on a hoax.
Houston confirms the telemetry and
I.D. codes.

BIRKIN
(excited)
It's the Spencer Space Station. She's come
back.

Hollis answers drily.

HOLLIS
That ship was lost in deep space,
seven years ago. If the Titanic sailed
into New York harbor, I'd find it
more plausible.
(beat)
Houston wants Aerospace to send out
a search and rescue team, investigate
the source of the transmission. If
it really is the Spencer Space Station,
they'll attempt a salvage.
(beat)
We need you to prepare a detailed
briefing on the ship's systems for
the salvage crew...

BIRKIN
A written briefing can't possibly
anticipate the variables on a mission
like this. I have to go with them.

Lyle looks at Birkin, stunned by the request.

LYLE
Dr. Birkin, you have no experience
with salvage procedures.

BIRKIN
I designed the ship's propulsion
system. I am the only person capable
of evaluating the performance of the
gravity drive. You can't send a Search
and Rescue team out there alone and
expect them to succeed. That would
be like... like sending an auto-
mechanic to work on the shuttle.

LYLE
I can understand your desire to redeem
your reputation, Dr. Birkin, but it
doesn't factor into this.

BIRKIN
This is not about my reputation!
This is not about me at all!
(beat, passionate)
The Spencer Space Station was created for
one reason: to go faster than light.
Imagine mankind exploring new solar
systems, colonizing new worlds. Seven
years ago, we didn't just lose the
ship and the crew. We lost the dream.
(beat, quiet and
relentless)
I have to go.

HOLLIS
It's not that simple.
(off of Birkin's
expression)
Lyle, play the recording for Dr.
Birkin.

LYLE
Navigation Control tried to hail the
vessel. This was the only response.

Lyle presses a button on Hollis' desk. An unholy GARBLE rips
from office speakers: STATIC and NOISE and INHUMAN VOICES.
Alone, each sound would raise the hair on your neck. Together,
they are unbearable.

The sound mercifully cuts off to STATIC. Lyle stops the tape.

Birkin sits there, stunned.

LYLE
Since the initial transmission,
there's been no further contact.
Just the beacon, every two minutes.

BIRKIN
The crew? Could they still be alive?

LYLE
The ship had life support systems
for eighteen months. They're been
gone seven years.

BIRKIN
Someone sent that message. Admiral,
you have to put me on that ship.

Hollis stares at Birkin, judging the man with his eyes.

HOLLIS
It's against my better judgement,
but I'll run this by the Man
downstairs. You'll know my decision
by the end of the day.

BIRKIN
Thank you.

HOLLIS
Don't thank me, William. I'm not doing
you any favors.

Birkin leaves. The door closes behind him.

LYLE
You're not seriously considering
sending him?

HOLLIS
You don't just dismiss William Birkin.
The man held Oppenheimer's chair at
Princeton. If the Spencer Space Station had
worked, he would have gone down in
history as the greatest mind in
physics since Einstein.

LYLE
The official inquiry blamed Birkin's
design for the ship's loss.

HOLLIS
That doesn't mean a damn thing. They
were looking for a scapegoat and
Birkin fit the bill. But he's not
responsible for what happened to the
ship.

LYLE
Does he know that?

HOLLIS
What's on your mind?

LYLE
He doesn't belong on this mission.
Responsible or not, he blames himself.
He's too close to it.
(beat)
And then there's his wife.

HOLLIS
It's been two years since she died.
He's over it.

LYLE
Some things you don't get over.

Beat.

HOLLIS
I want our best people on this.
Where's Miller?

LYLE
The Alpha and Bravo just returned
from patrol in the asteroid belt,
she's docked in bay four.

CUT TO:

EXT. UMBRELLA STATION/EXT. ALPHA AND BRAVO

The Alpha and Bravo pulls away from Umbrella station, turns
towards the depths of space. It is a tough-looking spacecraft,
all engine.

why is this thread still open?

paparoachfans sig tells it all, its all stolen, it is all taken from the movie "event horizon," with name changes, except one part that uses Dr Weir instead of birkin, which weir is the original and birkin is the substitute name. I guess they missed one! hahaahaa

Ban

Dude, seriously is this out the book?

I might of remembered some of the dialouge.

What book? I typed it myself.

But the one thing that you are forgetting here, Chris... is that this is the MORTAL KOMBAT FAN ART fourm, not the Resident Evil, not the plagerized Stephen King story, MORTAL KOMBAT.

You don't understand, why not you just leave, please beacuse other people's threads with their OWN work aren't being replied that much due to the fact that you keep spamming the whole thread with your work that isn't MK related.

I just thought you like to know that, and don't flood my inbox again, because you're only hurting yourself by doing that.

CHEERS!

What is "beacuse"?

CHEERS!

See, if you literally just ignore him, you'll give him enough rope.
As if he hasn't had enough already...

What the heck is this? In all honesty, I'm just getting fed up of you flooding the forums with your threads, whether or not they even are 100% plagiarized. Constantly bumping your own works with useless posts as well doesn't help your cause, so I see no reason for you to be here anymore.