The Matrix:
Resurrection!
We open to the Gardens: A place where hero's are laid to forever peace. Never to take part in the war of Humans versus ruthless Machines. There is a peace for now. But how long can any peace last with hate so great for the other and vice-versa.
We now look upon a lone figure. His dark bald head glistens in the poor light.
He is standing there truly alone: ship less, crew less, with only an operator and another ship less, but not crew less, caption to guide him through the darkness.
It is that very person who come to meet him in this hollow ground.
Man: Niobe, thank you for coming.
Niobe: Anytime Morpheus, Anytime.
Morpheus: You know why I called you here.
Niobe: Neo.
Morpheus: Precisely. Niobe. I know he's out there.
Niobe: And what makes you think that?
Morpheus: Consider what has happened: In the month since the machines backed off. We are on the verge of being able to venture back into the Matrix and freeing minds again. And I intend to be at the forefront.
Niobe: And how do you intend to do that? You have no ship, no crew, nothing!
Morpheus: Damn it Niobe! You don't have to point out the obvious!
Loudspeaker: Attention all captions, The council will convene in the Dome of Truth at 15:30. That is fifteen minutes from now.
Morpheus: Duty calls.
We open to the Chamber of Truth: a place where decisions are made and judgments are passed on a daily basis. Here Councilor Zemere makes a grand announcement.
Zemere: This mourning at 11:23, we received a message from the machines stating that if we desire to return to the Matrix we are to free a maximum 2 souls per month with a cap of 20 per year.
Voice from the crowd: How the hell are we going to do that with only one ship!
Second Voice: I believe I can remedy that.
Hamann: This is our new Quartermaster Deke. It is to my understanding that he has an announcement to make.
Deke: Yes, thank you Councilor, as of yesterday; We have a yet unnamed ship ready for launch immediately. The only thing that needs is a crew to operate it.
Zemere: Yes captain Morpheus, you wish to speak.
Morpheus: Yes Councilor, as you are all aware. The only reason that we are still alive is because of Neo. It is by Neo's grace that were spared by the machines. Your guess is as good as any body's. But I ask leave to search the Matrix for Neo and to reestablish contact with the Oracle.
Zemere: But how can you do that? You have no crew, only an operator to assist you.
Morpheus: I am well aware of the situation Councilor. But I believe that I have two willing to accompany me.
Zemere: And these two people would be?
Morpheus: Beta and Panther. Inexperienced, yes but they are strong and loyal.
Zemere: I am guessing they know the task and the risks.
Morpheus: Yes Councilor.
Zemere: Then you have our leave to prepare your departure. This Council is hereby adjourned.
Everybody begins exiting toward their respective tasks. Each with the knowledge that this decision could very well be the grain of sand that when placed just so. Brings an avalanche of death and destruction that will not/cannot be stopped at any price. Other then the total annihilation of Zion.
But one figure with more hope in her heart then most, approaches the black domed savior seeker.
Niobe: Morpheus wait!!
Morpheus: What is it Niobe? I don't have much time.
Niobe: Do you really think that you can find him? Neo I mean.
Morpheus turns around. A splash of serene determination masks his face.
Morpheus: There are some things in this world Niobe, that never change...
Niobe: ... and some things that do. Yes I get it now.
Morpheus: I must go now. But know this: No matter how long passes you will always have a place in my heart.
Niobe: I know.
Morpheus and Niobe embrace each other with the fact looming in their hearts that Zion's
lives and held together by a absurdly thin thread. And right now Morpheus has that thread in his hand while only half knowing he holds the scissors in the other.
The lights grow dark, the air grows warm, and one figure leaves the other in darkness for the time. To return in good time, or not at all.
We shift now deeper into Zion's structure. To where people free form the Matrix rest themselves for any amount of time they can grasp. In particular we focus on the dwelling of Link and Zee; Two partners who never find peace with the others doings but still have a mutual respect for one another.
Zee: You can't do this Link. Not again!
Link (packing clothes): I have to, I owe it to him, We owe it to him. He saved us it's only fair that we save him.
Zee: You don't even know if he's alive!
Link: Morpheus thinks that if they had a lick of sense. They'd plug him back into the Matrix. And that's where Morpheus and the rest of this crew are heading.
Zee: Morpheus this, Morpheus that! Come on Link grow a pair!
Link walks strait up to Zee's face. Looks at her for a second then all of a sudden slaps her.
Link: Don't you dare talk to me like that that. Morpheus saved this city and the sooner you realize that the better. Now I'm going bye.
Zee finally takes her hand off her face. Glances down at her hand. A look of solemn disgust painted on her face. She closes her eyes, takes a breath then sits down on the bed.
Zee: Fine go. But just to let you know: I might not be here when you get back.
Link (closing the door): Like I give a damn!
Once the door closes Link leans against his former home. Tilting his head to the ceiling.
Link: What have I done.
Link then gathers himself and walks down in a somber retreat...
...The dock: still a shadow of it's former self. The rebuilding process barely underway even after the weeks of this so-called "peace". But one dock stands ready for the launch of a new ship. Still unnamed, it stands ready. A lone figure runs up the ramps as fast as his feet can carry him. He is greeted by three people. On the left there is Beta: A short, skinny blond whose firm features gave an air of confidence while under the surface it was obvious she was scared shit-less. On the right was Panther: A stocky man who had muscles and knew how to use them. His face unreadable. The only thing that could be told of him was that duty came first and everything else second.
Morpheus: You're late.
Link: Sorry sir. I had some...uh... personal problems.
Morpheus: Will they effect the mission?
Link: No sir, of course not.
Morpheus: Then we begin our mission.
Link: Um... sir? What's the name of this beauty?
Morpheus: the Messiah: for Neo. Everybody ready?
Everybody at once: Yes Captain.
Morpheus: We're off.
The crew of the Messiah board their ship. As the ship leaves the dock. It's hover pads buzzing. A small cluster of people have come to see them off. Everybody hopes, dreams , contempt and despair lie in that ship. The real question is: which one will come to fruit and at what time...