Copyright 2000 --- Robert Baer Jr. The Space Rovers -- "War in the Heavens -- Part 2" 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 Otto, Starlight, Fydo, Boomer, Rasputin, Saundra, Alexander, Grunt, Daisy, Abdullah, Bob, Cactus Jake, Marie, Francis, Calypso, Sheena, Bruno, Molly, Deborah, Orchid, Porta, Dot, Luigi, Sophia, Willfong, Lao Zi, Su Li, Claudia, Sno-wie, Numbia, Hojo, Shamansta, Derby and Poncho are all Robert Baer Jr's creations, copyright pending, 1999 - 2000. The Space Rovers -- "War in the Heavens -- Part 2" Persia, upon hearing the news that she has been relieved of command, rushes into the elavator. The others on the bridge as so stunned, they don't know what to do. WHITEY (looks at Alexander): It would appear that you are in charge, acting Captain Alexander GRUNT (furious, shakes head): GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! GROWL!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! ALEXANDER (nods): Permission granted, Grunt Grunt rushes into the elevator after Persia, he searches for her in the galley, her quarters, the lounge, but cannot find her. Meanwhile, on the bridge... BOOMER (growls): It's not fair! Captain Persia is right, the Jurrassians are our friends! CACTUS JAKE (nods): I agree! Taint right to take the ship away from her! WHITEY (sternly): But the Master has given the order, we must obey ALEXANDER (grabs a book and leafs through it): Maybe not, Whitey SAUNDRA (surprised): What's that book you're reading? ALEXANDER (continues to leaf through): It's the Space Rover manual, I do believe.... YES! Here it is! WHITEY (confused): Here WHAT is, Commander? ALEXANDER (smiling): Our way out of this mess! We gotta find the Captain! SAUNDRA (looking at control panel): Alexander, someone is atempting to open the shuttle bay doors! ALEXANDER (sternly): Close them! SAUNDRA (typing): I can't shut them, the manual overrides have been locked out ALEXANDER (growls): PERSIA!!! (turns to Bob): Bob, teleport the Captain back up here! BOB (nods): Aye aye, sir! Bob closes his eyes and focuses, in an instant, Persia is standing before them. PERSIA (growls): What are you doing? Let me leave the ship! Zeldor and his crew could be dead by now! ALEXANDER (shakes head): There's no way your shuttle would be a match for the Imzomans, Captain! PERSIA (confused): Captain? Aren't you forgetting, old man, I'm not the Captain anymore! You are in command! ALEXANDER (looks at Bruno): I don't think I can do that, Captain. Bruno, I need to have that last message from the Master confirmed, will you play it on the front viewer, please? BRUNO (nods, smiles): Aye aye, sir! (lets his hand pass through his control panel and quietly removes an data chip): Er.. Commander, we have a slight problem. I am unable to retrieve the previous message you requested! WHITEY (looks at monitor): It's true! The message retrieval system is malfunctioning. ALEXANDER (winks at Bruno): Alright then, call Earth and have the Master confirm the orders himself! BRUNO (lets his hand pass through the panel and quietly removes another chip): Nyet, Commander! Something is wrong, I cannot transmit on that frequency.. WHITEY (looking at monitor): Ensign Bruno is correct, the communication array is in need of immediate repair! ALEXANDER (smiles): According to the Space Rover manual, page one hundred thirty seven section four, any unconfirmed order is considered to be null and void. (grin): Oh dear, I suppose that means that the Master's last order is void, since we cannot confirm it! PERSIA (shakes head): Old man, I know what you are trying to do but .... ALEXANDER (sternly): Hey, regulations are regulations, Captain, I cannot disobey the Space Rover manual, can I? (points to the Captain's chair) Besides, our Jurrassian friends need help, Captain! BOOMER (smiles): Captain, hyperspace drive activated! Grunt returns to the bridge, sees Persia, and hugs her tightly. GRUNT (crying): PER...SIA!!!! PERSIA (struggling): Down boy, down! I need you to stand by the weapons console! GRUNT (nods): GRRRRRRRRRRRRR GROWL!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! PERSIA (rolls eyes): You're welcome, and yes, I seem to still be in command here! ALEXANDER (turns to Bruno): Repairs on the communications array will have to wait.... we're on a rescue mission! BRUNO (nods and grins): Da! WHITEY (looks at monitor): We will be there in fifteen minutes. Captain, now I have a more detailed scan of the area! PERSIA (nods): On front viewer! (sees it): We maybe too late! The Degalo is surrounded by four Imzoman vessels! (points): The Degalo has sustained heavy damage! We have to act fast! The scene switches to the bridge of the Degalo, where Commander Zeldor, the green stegasaurus, is trying to fight unto the bitter end against the Imzomans. He is surrounder by Ensign Yorkle (brontosaurus), Ensign Klowet (T-Rex), Sub-Commander Delia (female pterodactyle) and Leiutenant Anders (Utah Raptor). ZELDOR (angry): Current status, Yorkle! YORKLE (shakes head): Force fields are gone, all weapons systems and communication systems down, our warp drive is damaged, hull breeches on decks three thru six. Fifteen casualities, twenty seven crew members injured. KLOWET (looks at Zeldor): Commander, they'll calling us again! ZELDOR (mock happiness): Oh goody! (angry): on screen... Now on the screen is the yellow furred leader of the Imzoman Squadron, Admiral Coldhart. COLDHART (laughing): Give it up, lizards! One more volley of laser fire will finish your worthless vessel! Surrender now, and I may let all of you live.... as Imzoman slaves! ZELDOR (roars): I'd rather die first! COLDHART (nods): Very well, we aim to please! Farewell, Commander! ZELDOR (angry): I can't understand this, why do you want war with us? COLDHART (growls): WE WANT PERSIA AND HER SPACE ROVERS!!! They ruined one of our mining operations, stopped our takeover of Graum and destroyed one of our finest attack vessels, the Q-BO! Let your death serve as a warning to your leaders that WE MEAN BUSINESS!! Zeldor turns to his crew as the screen goes blank. ZELDOR (shouting): Well, it's been a pleasure serving together, but I guess we're about to die... ANDERS (looking at monitor): WAIT!! Commander! Scanners are picking up five... no .... seven.... wait... ten... YES!! Ten Jurrassian Vessels that are coming in firing! The four Imzoman vessels are now under attack by four of the ten oncoming Jurrassian vessels. The scene switches to the bridge of Coldhart's flagship. COLDHART (shocked); NO! The rest of their fleet is light years from here! (looks at monitor): All ten enemy ships are of the exact make of the Degalo! Evasive manuevers, NOW!! Meanwhile, back on board the Degalo.... ZELDOR (shocked): How can this be? The rest of the fleet is too far from here! Our comm system is down and ... Suddenly, arriving before Zeldor in a bright flash of light are Bob, Whitey, Numbia, Poncho, Marie, Deborah and Francis. ZELDOR (shocked): Space Rovers??? I must be dreaming! Where is you ship? WHITEY (sternly): No time for explanations, we must hurry! We need to repair your warp drive first! ANDERS (smiles): That's very generous, but what can you tiny creatures do? BOB (sternly): A lot more than you think, Leiutenant! Bob begins to glow and instantly grows into his full brontosaurus form. Numbia and Poncho morph into giant versions of themselves, they take Whitey, Marie, Francis and Deborah in their huge hands and follow Bob to the engine room. KLOWET (turns to Zeldor): Coldhart is hailing us again! ZELDOR (smiles): On screen! COLDHART (sternly): So, your friends have arrived, but first, I'm blowing the Degalo to space dust! The four Imzoman ships fire at the Degalo, and are shocked to see their shots absorbed by a force field COLDHART (shocked): Zeldor! I know your force field generators are down! How are you doing this? ZELDOR (shakes front foot at screen): We're not giving up! Stick around and watch my brother Jurrassians blow YOU out of the comsos! COLDHART (angry): I don't know how you've done this, Zeldor, but we'll be back! I guarantee it! The four Imzoman ships all suddenly go to warp and disappear. Commander Zeldor and his crew cheer and hug one another. ZELDOR (happy): It's a miracle! Delia, hail the flagship of that fleet, I must thank the commander who saved our lives! DELIA (points at front viewer): Look! Instantly, the ten Jurrassian vessels vanish, revealing four Space Rover shuttlecraft and the Canius Minor. ZELDOR (huge grin): PERSIA!!! That sly space dog! Hail her! PERSIA (on screen): Commander Zeldor! It's good to see you again! ZELDOR (nods): It's always a pleasure to see you, Captain! I must know, how did you singlehandly produce a fleet of warships? PERSIA (smiles): Well, our scientists Daisy and Flash took Ensign Lao ZI and hooked him up to a illusion applifying machine. He was also able to make the images send out fake life sign and power readings as well. Four of our shuttlecraft were hiding in four of the images, those were the four that attacked the Imzoman fleet! As for your force fields, you can thank Ensign Deborah for that, that's one of the reasons why I sent her over to you! ZELDOR (happy): Amazing! Simply amazing! PERSIA (sternly): I would suggest that we both get out of this sector of space before the Imzomans discover that your 'fleet' is a hoax! ZELDOR (sadly): Our warp drive is down.... Numbia, Poncho, Bob, Whitey, Francis and Marie walk back in. WHITEY (sitting on top of Bob's head): Commander Zeldor, your warp drive, weapons and communications systems have been repaired! BOB (smiles): And the others also fixed all of the hull breeches! ZELDOR (turns around to the monitor): Captain Persia, I can't thank you enough! PERSIA (smiles): You already have, old friend! As soon as we beam out people back to our ship, let's head back towards Jurrassia! ZELDOR (nods): Agreed, Captain! The scene now switches to the Canius Minor, two hours later. Boomer, Saundra, Alexander, Bob, Bruno, Cactus Jake and Whitey are all seated at their assigned stations. Persia sits in the captain's chair while her last log entry plays in the background of her mind. PERSIA (recorded entry): Captain's log, supplemental. Unable to confirm the orders of my dismissal, I continue to serve as Captain of this vessel. Our rescue mission of the Degalo was a success. Although their ship had suffered fifteen casualities, at least we managed to prevent the Imzomans from destroying it completely. Whitey and the repair team I sent to the Degalo did a great job of restoring all of her damaged systems, Ensign Deborah also helped care for the Jurriassian wounded, many of her 'patients' were ten to twenty times larger than she is, but she still managed to treat their wounds.... BRUNO (turns to Persia): Captain, incoming message from Prime Minister Roberto! PERSIA (nods): On screen! ROBERTO (on screen): Captain Persia, King Rhinon wishes to express his thanks for rescuing the Degalo! PERSIA (nods): It was our pleasure, Prime Minister! ROBERTO (smiles): So far, the war with the Imzomans is going well for the Alliance! They fought the Pronates to a draw in the Gleebar region, the Willians defeated another task force that was heading towards Graum. Even the Mataxians were attacked by the Imzoman! BOB (shouts, waves): HI DAD!!! ROBERTO (on screen, big grin); Hi son! Captain, the Master contacted us, said that you were no longer in command and that Alexander had been ordered to return your ship to Earth, is this true? Persia and Alexander look at each other, unsure of what to say to Roberto. ROBERTO (on screen, sadly): Well, I must tell you that your Master told us that he's sending another vessel out here to stop you from participating in the war any more. Persia, you and your entire crew are now considered 'fugitives' from Road Rover justice and you will be facing court martial the minute you ever set foot on the Earth again. Persia looks sadly over at Alexander, she tries to hold back her tears, but is unable to do so. PERSIA (weeping): That means.... we're totally alone. I've brought this on to all of us.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------- to be continued....