Los Plantiera (formerly known as the Los Reservia)
10:45 pm - December 23
Corneria
A spectacle array of strobe lights, light up the night skies of Corneria.
The hatches to the roof of the Los Planteria were wide open. Accommodating 40,000 citizens of the city.
The Los Planteria (formerly a reservoir for Corneria) was turned into an indoor stadium for the local citizens after careful recycling & reserving of water on the planet - turned the reservoir into a tourism attraction and common stadium home for many concerts and the local football team. The Cornerian Coyotes.
The cityscape was taking into the ruckus as - Angelica Phillips - a very popular, 32-year-old female wader bird was performing on stage.
The camera zooms into the festive.
Real Emotion from Final Fantasy X-2 plays in the background.
The camera pans in, even further up in the rafters of the Los Planteria.
We are introduced to two new characters.
"Hey, Preston. Do you need any help with that?" A blue seagull spoke.
Julian Zamora's Bio
Age: 33
Height: 5 foot 11
Occupation: Basketball Player
Species: Blue Seagull
Preston's best friend for 15 years since High School. Met on a bus ride from a school and instantly clicked, right away.
"No, no. I'm fine." A black skimmer bird said tilting a camera directly in the front of Angelica Phillips performing.
Preston Pantoliano's Bio
Age: 33
Height: 6 foot 1
Occupation: Photographer / Yearbook Editor
Species: Black Skimmer
A young boy, not grown up yet with ambition to fulfill his further need for love and willpower to be famous.
"I got it, Julian. I just need some-" Preston said struggling to move the camera light.
"Dude, let me help you." Julian said helping Preston, moving cables out of the way.
The cables were in the way, preventing the camera Preston was filming with, where it could be best filmed.
Julian was the shorter of the two but, was the stronger pair and lifted the cables out of the way with no problem.
Preston immediately locked the camera in position and was about to hit the record button.
"You know Preston, if you actually ate something and didn't spend your time focusing..." Jon, a purple octopus said, standing next to Preston and Julian.
"It's fine. I didn't get hurt. Nobody got hurt. Jon..." Preston said turning his black and white skin over to Jon.
Jon was a purple octopus and security guard for the event.
Jon Artera's Bio
Age: 39
Height: 6 foot 0
Occupation: Security Guard
Species: Octopus
"Well, fine Preston. If you actually did, you would have more friends and more money in your account." Jon deadpanned.
Preston and Julian promptly ignored him.
"So...are you ready?" Julian replied.
"The guitar solo is about to start. I'll start it early." Preston said, pressing the big "REC" button on the camera.
"I'm surprised you boys are together. Preston does the work and knows how to do everything but, eat..." Jon mocked the two.
"Dude, what's your deal?" Julian said, shaking his white feathers to Jon.
"Show time. Let's go girl." Preston said with a smile, looking at Angelica commencing her performance.
The opening verse to Real Emotion plays.
"What can I do for you!?"
The crowd howls and screams in delight as Angelica Phillips performs.
Angelica Phillips's Bio
Age: 32
Height: 5 foot 8
Occupation: Singer
Species: Purple Wader
"Far beyond the hazy borders of my heart...I could see a place that's something's like this." Angelica started.
Front Los Planteria Parking Lot
The camera zooms out of her performance, close to the parking garage of the Los Planteria.
Two characters obstructed by the shadows of their Arwings, pull into stadium.
"So...this is the place." Static said.
"I used to play here. They won't see this thing coming." Wreckle replied.
"Like a b-" Static pondered.
"Don't even finish that sentence. Let's just do what our boss ordered us to do." Wreckle added.
"Okay, Wreck. You seem to be smarter than just a dumb jock." Static retorted.
"Just...shut it okay?" Wreckle replied.
"Fine." Static replied, with a pfft sound from his lips.
"You need to be armed." Static said, handing a gun over to Wreckle.
"Okay, okay." Wreck said, with Static passing two guns in his hands.
"You don't need me to reinstate business here, do I? Just do what your told." Static stated.
A hefty sigh is heard.
"Trust me. What the boss says, goes." Static added.
"I know, I know." Wreck said, not making eye contact with him, as he glared at the white strobe lights for a second.
"This is perfect." Static said with a smile.
"Okay, Stanley." Wreck said repeating himself.
"Okay, failed football prospect." Static retorted.
We finally get a reveal of the two characters outside in the front parking lot of the stadium.
Wreckle "Wreck" Gora
Age: 39
Species: Red Panda
Static "Stanley" Myers
Age: 42
Species: Grey Coyote
"Stanley..." A mumbled voice, on speaker was heard from a cell phone Static was carrying.
"Yes, boss?" Static asked, replying to the voice.
"Is the plan coming together?" The unknown man's replied was heard over the speak.
"Yes, it's about to go down." Wreck replied, interrupting Stanley talking to the other.
"Why did you cut me off like that?" Static said, putting a finger on the red panda.
"Look, let's just do what the boss ordered us to do." Static replied, looking through his guns and promptly ignoring his teammate.
"Whatever." Static sighed in response.
"I'm sorry. I can't call you Stanley but, the boss can?" Wreckle asked.
"Okay, fine. Whatever Wrecks." Static said, getting out guns of his own.
"All the things I see...in those hazy dreams...can't compare to what I see at night..." Angelica continued singing, to her heart's content.
"Hmmph..." Preston said, turning his back to see flashers on in the parking lot.
"What's wrong, dude?" Julian said patting Preston on the back.
"Someone left their lights on." Preston replied.
"...One of them just opened a door..." Julian said, glancing at
Two more ships swoop into the parking lot.
"It looks like..." Preston said, looking aghast as two more, Arwing like ships land in the parking lot.
"Trouble." Julian said, bugging out his eyes.
"Not even a greeting hug or anything..." Preston said, observing two more figures talk to Stanley and Wreck.
"And though...I know...the world of real emotion has surrounded me. I won't get into it now." Angelica sang.
"I know that forward is the only way my heart will go." Angelica continued singing.
"Something's not right..." Preston said, observing the foursome talking.
"Let's go check it out." Julian said patting Preston on the back.
"I'll try to call security." Preston said, sighing racing from the rafters of the stadium to the parking lot.
"Let's go." Julian said, nodding in response to Preston.
"Your voice calling out to me...you'll never be alone. What can I do for you...What I can do for you..." Angelica said, continuing to sing.
The camera pans back out the parking lot again.
"Okay, boys. Are you ready to do this?" A tall, 5-foot 11 chimera, black and brown coyote replied.
"Uh...yeah. Yeah, we are Stacy." Wreck replied staring at her.
"Good." Stacy replied with a smile.
Stacy Kleiberg's Bio
Age: 40
Species: Chimera (black and brown fur) Coyote
"You look great, Stas." Stanley replied.
"Thank you. Now boys...on a scale of 1 to 10..." Stacy said, adjusting her low rider pants.
"10!" Stanley exclaimed.
"Hey! I was going to say that." Wreck said, gawking a look to Stan.
"Yeah, right." The fourth voice uttered.
"Hi, Candice." Stacy said smiling over to her.
Candice Longmeyer's Bio
Age: 41
Species: Coydog
"I brought the ammunition." Candice said.
"Where's Kurt at?" Stacy asked.
"In position. The back of the stadium." Candice replied to her, while shuffling through her bags.
"Perfect." Stanley said looking over to Wreck, Stacy and Candice with an evil grin.
"It's show time. I'm going to enjoy this mayhem." Candice said, letting out an evil chuckle.
Elevator Shaft
The camera pans out a shot with Preston and Julian in a elevator.
"The forefront of this, doesn't sound good, Preston." Julian replied to his best friend.
"I know. I doubt those guys in the parking lot will scamper away, if we simply tell them to leave." Preston sighed in response.
Silence for a split second.
"...You think, they'll kill us?" Preston giving a worried look to Julian.
"I love you man; I'm not going to lose you like this. I'm sure we'll be fine. After all...we both weigh 100 pounds." Julian said, hugging Preston.
"Well, I guess they won't see anything worthy out of killing us." Preston sighed in response.
"Security?" Julian said to Preston, as the number from the elevator went down from 45 to 44 to 43.
"They're not doing their job." Preston sighed in response, trying to get a response from them over the phone.
The camera pans out in the very back of the stadium.
Kurt had arrived.
"This will be fun. This will be the last night that girl will ever be alive. Heh heh heh." Kurt said, with a British, Jason Statham voice.
Kurt Cusa's Bio
Age: 41
Species: Tan Coyote (British accent akin to Jason Statham)
"And if worse comes to worst..." Kurt said to himself, opening a case.
Kurt opened the case.
"I have this." Kurt said.
It was Krystal's staff.
"Long live the Coyote Pack." Kurt said to himself, getting armed.
The camera pans over to the luscious, blue stadium.
Water effects began falling over Angelica Phillips's performance. The show was almost over.
"And though, I know, the world of real emotion has surrounded me...I won't give into now...I know...that forward is the only way, my heart will go." Angelica sang.
Preston and Julian reached at the ground floor of the stadium.
Ground Floor Of The Los Planteria
"Okay, let's make our way to our arwings." Preston said, running alongside to Julian.
"We parked pretty much close to them." Julian replied.
"Hopefully, they won't notice us." Preston stated.
"We take it to them, through the air. We'll be fine." Julian added.
"Me and Julian have never fought once. Not once. We always got along. Not much in the way of words of encouragement but, that's what I liked about him." Preston said the previous quote to himself, in a thought bubble.
Stadium Rafters
The camera once again, panned out over the stadium with Angelica wrapping up her performance.
"What can I do for you...what I can do for you...I can't hear you. I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Angelica sang.
Sick guitar closing solo, as an unknown man was on stage with her.
White fireworks light up the stadium, through the open rafters.
"I don't get paid enough money for this...hmmm...?" Jon Artera, the octopus security guard in the rafters said to himself.
Jon Artera noticed the camera, that Preston left on was still recording the event.
Jon turned his attention over to where Stanley, Wrecks, Candice and Stacy were.
Jon left from where he was at and made himself over to the parking lot.
"Thank you...Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming here tonight. It was the last event for our tour, before our Christmas break." Angelica said.
There were various Christmas decor on the lower levels of the stadium.
Higher levels of the stadium were covered with various colors of Christmas garland.
"And I hope all of you have a Merry Christmas and thank you for coming here tonight. Thank you to all of kind-hearted fans. Thank you!" Angelica exclaimed.
The chorus of fans in attendance screamed in delight, over the spectacular performance.
"Thank you all for coming. I love you Corneria! I hope this won't be the last you hear from me!" Angelica screamed into the microphone.
The scene changed half-way through Angelica's speech to Kurt Cusa.
"Oh, it will be." Kurt said.
"KURT!" An unknown voice called out in the distance to him.
"SSSSSHHHH! Keep it down!" Kurt whispered.
"Sorry." The figure said, exposing more of himself to the viewers at home.
Yarathl "Harold" Harrison's Bio
Age: 42
Species: Tan Colored Crocodile (the loudmouth of The Coyote Pack)
"Are you ready?" Kurt asked, getting impatient with him.
"Let's do this." Harold replied.
10th Floor Of The Los Planteria
The camera switches vantage points again - this time to Jon Artera running through corridor after corridor, of the stadium.
"No point in screaming, there's people...outside...just have to hunker low as possible...no point in getting of the elevator." Jon said, pacing down to the ground floor.
Jon was running as fast as he could. Taking every possible shortcut, he could downstairs.
Jon knocked over a kid, by accident.
"HEY!" The mother uttered to Jon.
"Sorry, kid. I have to hurry...I have to hurry..." Jon said, swiping out his security keys to lower parts of the stadium.
"Man, 40,000 fans and they have no idea what's going on." Jon said to himself, continuing to run as fast as he could.
Intense heartbeat sound effects played in the background.
To the fans.
To Preston and Julian running to the front parking lot of the stadium.
To Stanley, Wrecks, Candice and Stacy being armed.
To Angelica.
To Jon Artera, the security guard.
To the ground floor.
The fans were parting away from the event. Christmas Day was just around the corner.
Yarathal "Harold" Harrison and Kurt Cusa barge open a set of double doors with guns.
"HOWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLL!" Harold let out an obnoxious Coyote howl.
A whole group of families, kids and adults froze in fear - staring at the two.
"IT'S TIME TO TRASH THIS PARTY! IT'S NOW A TREPEDIOUS PARTY!" Harold exclaimed
Harold shot in the air.
Panic ensued.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Harold let out, another Coyote laugh and continuing firing his gun in the air.
Chaos implodes immediately as the screen faded to black.