Dingo Fett, Bounty Hunter
Chapter 3: A Mission, Part 2
EXT. STAKIT-STATIV-KASTET, DRAAGONS OPERATIVE BASE, DAWN
Some dudes dressed in bulletproof dino-ish uniforms are working on some computers. Draagon enters, he's a tall humanoid half dinosaur, in a armoured suit.
DRAAGON: Is everything going as planned, Commander?
Commander Kommanda walks over to Draagon.
KOMMANDA: Yes, lord Draagon, Sir. In a matter of minutes our Death Canon is armed and aimed.
DRAAGON: Good, Commander, soon the Galactic Senate shall crumble at my feet, and the world will se the dawn of the Reign of Draagon.
KOMMANDA: Sir, why are you telling me this?
DRAAGON: Shut up, Commander. By the way have you seen Partey?
KOMMANDA: Yes Sir, he's over there.
Kommanda points at a point where a human with his hair and beard coloured purple is standing and dancing to the music from a Ghetto Blaster. He is Partey, Draagons apprentice.
DRAAGON: (Yells) Partey!
Partey doesn't react. Draagon uses the power of the Force to blow up the Ghetto Blaster.
PARTEY: What the Hell did you do that for Draggy? It was the newest hit from the Universal Annihilation.
DRAAGON: I don't care if it was Chancellor Valorums funeral tunes, I don't wanna hear such crappy music while working on my Death Canon of Doom.
KOMMANDA: Sir, we have an incoming ship, near sector 7B.
DRAAGON: What? One Ship? Not an entire fleet?
KOMMANDA: A ship! Yes! No!
DRAAGON: It must be some kind of kamikaze-pilot. Shoot him!
KOMMANDA: With what?
DRAAGON: With the Death Canon of Doom, what else?
KOMMANDA:
But Lord Draagon, Sir, the Death Canon is a planet-devastating blast. If hitting a ship this close to our base, it would annihilate.
DRAAGON: Shut up, I'll do it myself.
Draagon ignites his red lightsaber, walks out on the landing area of the base, and throws his saber at a dot in the distance.
KOMMANDA: (Standing and watching with supervision-goggles) Nice hit Sir. But that was a pigeon, the real ships over there.
DRAAGON:
Nuts, now I've gotta go get my lightsaber back, wait here. And kill the pilots if the ship lands.
KOMMANDA: With what Sir, the only weapon we have is the Death Canon.
DRAAGON: What kind of (bleep)head renegade base doesn't have a single weapon.
KOMMANDA: Your renegade base, Sir.
DRAAGON: I could've lived without that, Commander.
TO BE CONTINUED.
EXT. STAKIT-STATIV-KASTET, DRAAGONS OPERATIVE BASE, DAWN
Some dudes dressed in bulletproof dino-ish uniforms are working on some computers. Draagon enters, he's a tall humanoid half dinosaur, in a armoured suit.
DRAAGON: Is everything going as planned, Commander?
Commander Kommanda walks over to Draagon.
KOMMANDA: Yes, lord Draagon, Sir. In a matter of minutes our Death Canon is armed and aimed.
DRAAGON: Good, Commander, soon the Galactic Senate shall crumble at my feet, and the world will se the dawn of the Reign of Draagon.
KOMMANDA: Sir, why are you telling me this?
DRAAGON: Shut up, Commander. By the way have you seen Partey?
KOMMANDA: Yes Sir, he's over there.
Kommanda points at a point where a human with his hair and beard coloured purple is standing and dancing to the music from a Ghetto Blaster. He is Partey, Draagons apprentice.
DRAAGON: (Yells) Partey!
Partey doesn't react. Draagon uses the power of the Force to blow up the Ghetto Blaster.
PARTEY: What the Hell did you do that for Draggy? It was the newest hit from the Universal Annihilation.
DRAAGON: I don't care if it was Chancellor Valorums funeral tunes, I don't wanna hear such crappy music while working on my Death Canon of Doom.
KOMMANDA: Sir, we have an incoming ship, near sector 7B.
DRAAGON: What? One Ship? Not an entire fleet?
KOMMANDA: A ship! Yes! No!
DRAAGON: It must be some kind of kamikaze-pilot. Shoot him!
KOMMANDA: With what?
DRAAGON: With the Death Canon of Doom, what else?
KOMMANDA:
But Lord Draagon, Sir, the Death Canon is a planet-devastating blast. If hitting a ship this close to our base, it would annihilate.
DRAAGON: Shut up, I'll do it myself.
Draagon ignites his red lightsaber, walks out on the landing area of the base, and throws his saber at a dot in the distance.
KOMMANDA: (Standing and watching with supervision-goggles) Nice hit Sir. But that was a pigeon, the real ships over there.
DRAAGON:
Nuts, now I've gotta go get my lightsaber back, wait here. And kill the pilots if the ship lands.
KOMMANDA: With what Sir, the only weapon we have is the Death Canon.
DRAAGON: What kind of (bleep)head renegade base doesn't have a single weapon.
KOMMANDA: Your renegade base, Sir.
DRAAGON: I could've lived without that, Commander.
TO BE CONTINUED.