Copyright 2000 ---- Robert Baer Jr. The Space Rovers -- "A Call to Arms" DISCLAIMER Road Rovers characters, names, situations and the Road Rovers universe are the property of Warner Bros. I, nor this script/story are connected with Warner Bros. in any way, shape or form. This document may not be publicized or reproduced in any way, shape or form. It must remain fully intact and may not be altered in anyway. It is strictly used for not-for-profit entertainment purposes only, and is not intended to infringe on any Copyrights. This story is written by Robert Baer Jr and the characters Fydo, Boomer, Rasputin, Saundra, Alexander, Grunt, Daisy, Abdullah, Bob, Cactus Jake, Marie, Francis, Calypso, Sheena, Bruno, Molly, Deborah, Lady, Orchid, Dot, Luigi, Sophia, Lao Zi, Su Li, Claudia, Numbia, Sno-wie, Derby and Poncho are all Robert Baer Jr's creations, copyright pending, 1999, Cobber is a creation of Mike Browner. The Space Rovers -- "A Call to Arms" The scene is the galley around noonish. Many of the Space Rovers are having lunch, among them, seated at the same table, are Orchid, Dot, Poncho, Numbia, Cobber and Sheena. SHEENA (excited): HOORAY!!! It's fish stick day! I LOVE fish sticks! Don't you agree, darling? COBBER (sadly): Well, they're alright, I guess..... NUMBIA (turns to Cobber): Cobber, is something wrong? DOT (smiles): We're your friends, we'd like to help! PONCHO (nods): Si, lay it on the line, amigo! COBBER (sadly): Well, don't take this the wrong way, mates, I do enjoy being here in space with all of you. But so far, the only dangerous mission I've been on is the time this morning that I was chased out of the engine room by that raving female Russian wolfhound, what is her name? NUMBIA (chuckles): That's Molly, short for Molotov, and like the name implies, she can have an explosive temper! COBBER (defensive): Can I help it if Grunt sent me to Engineering for a security sweep? That hot-headed lady started calling me an 'invader' and threw tools at me! I was lucky to get out of there without injury! SHEENA (dreamily): If you 'ad gotten hurt, I'd get to keep you in sick bay! Hmmmmmm COBBER (shakes head): Now, don't get any ideas, Sheena! I love you, but I don't wanted to get bushwacked just so I'll have to get treated by the medical staff... NUMBIA (eating a fish stick): Ok Cobber, I think I understand what you're saying PONCHO (turns to Numbia): What, what is he saying, senorita? NUMBIA (sternly): On earth, you and the Road Rover elite always went on exciting and darling missions, so far aboard the Canius Minor, things have been too quiet for you, correct? COBBER (points at Numbia): Exactly, Numbia! I want action! I want excitement! SHEENA (sadly): And being with me is not exciting enough for you? COBBER (takes Sheena's hand): Darling, please don't misunderstand me. I truly love being together with you, but I crave adventure, I want to do more during this temporary assignment than tote a laser rifle and inspect the decks. Now do you understand, my love? SHEENA (nods): I think I do, Cobbie! DOT (turns to Cobber): I've served on this ship for a long time, and let me tell you something, peace and quiet are not easy to come by. Usually, we are on dangerous missions, like the time that .... The sound of Bruno on the PA system interrupts Dot. BRUNO (on PA system, alarms sounding): Battle Stations! All hands to battle stations! This is NOT a drill, repeat, this is NOT a drill! All senior officers report to the bridge. Cobber, Aurora and Bob report to the bridge. Battle Stations, all hands to battle stations..... PONCHO (stands up): There's your action, senior Cobber! SHEENA (stands up): I must report to sick bay! COBBER (stands up): See you later, Sheena! Cobber and Sheena kiss as the galley empties, all of the Space Rovers are reporting to their duty stations. The scene shifts to the bridge, where surrounding Persia are Grunt, Whitey, Bruno, Cactus Jake, Saundra, Boomer and Alexander all at their assigned duty stations. Cobber, Sno-wie and Bob enter through the elavator. PERSIA (sternly): Whitey, what is our current status? WHITEY (looks at monitor): We are heading towards Bacnol Yur at warp seven. I estimate we will arrive there in two point four hours at our current rate of speed. PERSIA (turns to Bruno): Get me Lt Molly in Engineering! BRUNO (pushing buttons): I have her now, Captain! PERSIA (speaking into mic): Molly, we need more speed! MOLLY (on speakers): Captain, I'm working on it! We've had a few couplings blow and they're under repair now, and .... PERSIA (into mic): And I want our invisibility shield up NOW! MOLLY (on speakers): I can't do that, ma'am, all of my staff is helping Francis and Marie with the engines! FLASH (on speakers): We can do it, Captain! DAISY (on speakers): Yeah, we'll have that thing workin' before a hounddog can scratch a flea! MOLLY (on speakers, in the background): You two are driving me CRAZY! PERSIA (into mic): Molly, let Daisy and Flash get the invisibilty shield up, we're heading into a war zone and I don't want to reveal ourselves until we know what we're dealing with! Have Lao Zi report to Flash's and Daisy's lab. Tell him to stand by at the matter transporter controls! MOLLY (gruffly): Aye, aye, Captain! Molly out. COBBER (looks at Persia): Beggin' your pardon, Captain, but what in the bloomin' world is goin' on here! PERSIA (turns to Cobber): A few minutes ago, we received a faint distress call from a First Minister Carrel on the planet Bacnol Yur. She claims her planet is under attack from the Pronates. BOB (interrupting): Captain, Bacnol Yur has recently applied for membership to the Jurrassian Alliance. The Pronates are a evil, warrior race of conquerers. They've never invaded Alliance space before. If they're following their usual routine, first, they use their long range weapons to destroy several key strategic areas of the planet. Next, they issue an ultimatum, 'surrender or perish'. With their 'Dominator' device, they can wipe out half of a planet's surface with one blast! Most planets surrender, they dare not challenge the Pronate flagship, the "Jarkarta". PERSIA (distressed): Bruno, tell Molly to push our engines to the limit! We have to stop the Pronates! BOB: Captain, may I suggest that we send a subspace message to Jurrassia? The Pronates usually jam all frequencies in their attack zones. ALEXANDER (nods): Bob is right, Captain, we'll need all the help we can get! PERSIA (shouts): Bruno, open a channel to Jurrassia, advice King Rhinon of our situation! BRUNO (nods): Aye, Aye, Captain! SAUNDRA (looking at monitor): Captain, looks like Molly's done it, we're at warp nine! BOOMER (looking at monitor): I think she'll get a little more out of these engines! WHITEY (looking at monitor): Captain, we're still at least an hour and a half from Barcol Yur. SNO-WIE (smiles): Captain, what can we do to help? PERSIA (points): For the moment, sit down. (turns to Bob) Bob, can you tell us anything else about the Pronates? BOB (sadly): Their leader is a ruthless space warrior named Mun Kidda. He and his mate Weol Dir rule the Pronate Order. The Pronates are known to be brutal fighters, their warriors are among the most feared in the galaxy. BOOMER (turns to Bob): Why haven't the Jurrassians attempted to stop him? BOB (sadly): Because Mun Kidda has never attacked any Alliance members. We have a non-aggression policy which states pledges non-interference with the affairs of non-member planets. PERSIA (growls): Fortunately, we Space Rovers have a code of conduct also, we help ANYONE who is in distress. (turns to Whitey): Whitey, what is our current status? WHITEY (looks at monitor): We are now traveling at warp nine point seven, we'll reach the planet in less that forty minutes PERSIA (shouts): All senior officers will meet with me in my ready room, Bruno, you have the comm. Cactus Jake, take over helm control. Sno-wie, take over communications, Cobber, you're with me! We need to come up with a battle plan, and fast! The scene is the bridge, a half hour later. Persia's last log entry plays in the background as the crew prepares to engage the Pronates. PERSIA (recorded earlier): Captain's log, supplemental. The Canius Minor is at full battle readiness. We are now in scanning range of the planet, and true to Bob's information, some of Barcol Yur's military and civilian government buildings have already been destroyed. We can safely assume that they've already reached the ultimatum stage. We arrived in the area undetected, thanks to our invisiblilty shield. No Pronate ground forces have appeared on the planet's surface yet, and their shields are down. I'm sending a small team of security personnel secretly over to the Jarkarta with hopes that they will sabotage the Dominator device before they can use it on the helpless people of Barcol Yur. I have teams standing by ready to fly to the planet if neccessary to assist in their defense. End entry. The scene shifts aboard the Pronate flagship Jarkarta. In the main control room, seated on what looks like two golden thrones, are Mun Kidda and Weol Dir. The Pronates are humanoid, with blue skin and pointy ears. MUN KIDDA (laughs): Well, time's almost up, my dear! Let's see if that old fool is going to comply! Mun nods and one of his soldiers brings Carrel, First Minister of Barcol Yur, unto the front viewing screen. MUN KIDDA (smiles): Your time is up, old female! What is your answer? Will you surrender, or will we begin blasting? CARREL (defiantly): Our people will never surrender to you or your mob of bandits! WEOL DIR (whispers to Mun): I don't like this, something's not right here. Maybe they've sent for help! MUN (whispers back): How can they? We're jamming all freqencies and ..... wait a minute (outloud): Carrel, we know all about your new allies and ... CARREL (surprised): But how could you know about the Space Rovers? MUN (jumps up): AHA!!!! So, it's the Space Rovers that are helping you! Enough talk, we're going to destroy your planet NOW! Have a nice day! WEOL DIR (scared): The Space Rovers, those are those hero dogs from the other side of the universe! MUN (shouts): Lock the Dominator on the planet's surface and prepare to fire! VOICE FROM ABOVE (loudly): I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate! MUN (turns, surprised): Who said that? Show yourself! VOICE FROM ABOVE (loudly): Me chums and I are going to stop you, bubblehead! WEOL (stands up): Who dares defy our authority? VOICE FROM ABOVE (loudly): WE DO!!! With that, Cobber, Grunt, Sno-wie, Deborah, Francis and Rasputin become visible, all with laser weapons drawn. MUN (shouts out): Soldiers, attack the invaders! WEOL (running towards a control panel): I'll fire the Dominator myself! Cobber, Grunt and the others open fire on the Pronate soldiers, they fire back, but Deborah's force field protects all of the Rovers. While the 'firefight' is going on, Weol sits down behind a console and activates the terrible Dominator weapon. At first, the machine functions normally, but soon the control panel begins to shoot out sparks, and it's lights begin to flash on and off randomly. Weol gets so angry that she rips the side panel off of her workstation, to discover a tiny Chiwhawha and a green garter snake running through the panels. WEOL (screams): WE HAVE CREATURES IN OUR COMPUTER SYSTEMS! COBBER (laughs): Looks like they found Numbia and Poncho! FRANCIS (fires laser): We, we! And it looks like they did the job! Yes? WEOL (picks up a iron rod): I'll smash those two insects! As Weol swings the iron rod, the green snake transforms back into Numbia, she grabs one end of the rod and flings Weol against the wall. MUN (turns to look): WEOL!!!!! GUARDS, DESTROY THE INTRUDER! Then Numbia transforms into a huge, saber tooth tiger. She roars loudly, scaring all of Mun's soldiers into running for their lives. MUN (surprised): Where are you cowards going? Come back and defend your leader! NUMBIA (booming voice): Guess they didn't want to join me for lunch! How about you? You and the lady look rather tasty to me! This pronouncement causes Weol Dir to faint and Mun Kidda to tremble in fear. Cobber uses this opportunity to contact the Canius Minor. COBBER (on wrist communicator): Cobber to Canius Minor, come in! PERSIA (on speaker): This is Captain Persia, report, Lt Commander! COBBER (on wrist communicator): Our mission was a bloomin' success! We have the terrible twosome in custody. MUN KIDDA (shouts out): I'll call for my fleet! You have no right to hold me, you're interferring in official Pronatian affiars! PERSIA (on speaker): Is that Mun Kidda I hear in the background? COBBER (on wrist communicator): Yes, Captain, it's him alright! PERSIA (on speaker): Go to a communication console, I want to speak with him ship to ship! COBBER (sits down and pushes some buttons): Got it, Captain! On the front viewing screen appears the image of Persia. Mun Kidda struggles over to it and rants. MUN KIDDA (furious): Look, you dog faced tyrant! Release me and my crew now, or I'll summon my fleet of warships to destroy all of you! You Space Rovers have no right to stop me from conquering this world! PERSIA (shakes head): You're wrong, Mun Kidda, because the Jurrissian Alliance council has just met in emergency session and approved Borcal Yur's application for membership, effective immediately. There is a fleet of Jurrissian vessels headed this way, and in the name of the Jurrassian Alliance I place you, your mate and your crew under arrest! MUN KIDDA (ranting): You can't do this to me! My loyal subjects will rise and attack you! PERSIA (giggles): We already told your loyal subjects all about what happaned here today! You'll be happy to know that they threw you and your evil government out of power! MUN KIDDA (falls to his knees screaming): NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COBBER (laughs): This blue bloak's actin' like a baby! Maybe I should toss him a blankie and a bottle! The other Space Rovers laugh. The scene switches to the surface of Barcol Yur, several hours later. Delegations from the Jurrassian Alliance and the Space Rovers meet with First Minister Correl. CORREL (shaking hands): Captain Persia, you and your brave crew have saved my planet, how can I ever repay you? PERSIA (smiles): We were just glad to help, Correl CORREL (smiles): Some of the planet is in ruins, but at least we're alive and free! ZELDOR (smiles): First Minister, I'm Commander Zeldor of the space vessel Degalo. Several of the peoples that comprise the Jurrassian Alliance are on their way here, to help you rebuild your beautiful world! CORREL (smiles): Many thanks, my huge reptile friend! To show our graditude, we invite all of you to a evening feast! It is our tradition to reward legendary heroes with food and drink, won't you all join us? PERSIA (smiles): First Minister, we accept your wonderful invitation! ALEXANDER (smiles): I'll contact our ship and tell them the good news! ZELDOR (smiles): I'd love to join you, sir, but I must report back to Jurrassia now. Besides, my crew would eat you out of house and home! Goodbye, Correl, and welcome to the Alliance! As Correl waves to the huge dinosaur, Sheena takes Cobber by the hand and walks towards a grassy meadow. SHEENA (smiles): Well, Cobbie, how did you like this for excitement? COBBER (smiles): Yes, now THIS is what I signed on for! We saved an entire planet from being destroyed, that's exciting! SHEENA (looks into Cobber's eyes): Well, conquering hero, now it's time for me to reward you! COBBER (looks around): Sheena, how are you gonna do that? SHEENA (grabs Cobber): Like this! Sheena gives Cobber a long, passionate kiss. She holds him so long that he falls to the ground. COBBER (wide grin): Maybe we should go save planets more often! Sheena laughs as the two get back on their feet and rejoin the others. The scene shifts to Persia's office, many hours later. It is late, but she is recording another log entry. PERSIA (into mic): Captain's log, supplemental. Today, we have saved an entire planet from total destruction. The evil Mun Kidda and his mate Weol Dir are in custody aboard the Degalo, headed for Jurrassia for sentence and punishment. Corral treated all of us to a wonderful feast to show her graditude for our assistance. I believe that Barcol Yur will make an excellent addition to the Jurrassian Alliance. Special commendations go to Lt Commander Cobber, and Numbia and Poncho, both of whom I hereby promote to the field rank of Ensign. I feel that my actions in this situation were warranted. As far as I'm concerned, anyone who calls out for help will be answered, by the Space Rovers! End entry. --------------------------------------------------------------------