Copyright 2007 - Kristen Coughlan Space Rovers (Constellation) - "Wer-Vil's Story" DISCLAIMER Road Rover names, character, situations and the Road Rover universe are the property of Warner Bros. I, nor this script/story have any connection with Warner Bros. in any way, shape or form. This document is meant solely for not-for-profit entertainment and may not be reproduced or publized in any way, shape or form. This story in not meant to infringe on any copyrights. This story is written by Kristen Coughlan and Robert Baer Jr. All characters (unless otherwise stated here) are creations of Robert Baer Jr 1999-2007. Trip, Promise, Aero, Maisy, Hang, Sango and Mei-Ling are creations of Kristen Coughlan. The Space Rovers (Constellation) concept was created by Kristen Coughlan. Millie, Angie, Serge, Esmerelda, Gizmo, Teba, Huslu,Anton and Olita are joint creations of Kristen Coughlan and Robert Baer Jr. Space Rovers (Constellation) - "Wer-Vil's Story" The scene opens in Wer-Vil's quarters. He is typing a report for Ki-Alla, on the computer. Wer-Vil (typing) Wer-Vil's report, Ki-Alla, here is my account of how I ended up in the Beta Quadrant . . . The scene opens in the orbit aroung Graum 7. Wer-Vil is in a test ship with two other Willians. WER-VIL (pushing buttons): We're almost ready for the test flight, doctor CHO-REN (sternly): Please, don't call me doctor all the time. Just call me Cho-Ren, I'm a member of this crew just like you are. JUR-CAX (gets in his seat): Final adjustments to Barium matrix complete, sir WER-VIL (smiles): Alright, let's get clearance from the space command center and begin the countdown Cho-Ren presses some buttons as Jur-Cax contacts the space command. WER-VIL (smiles): If this new engine works, it will be a breakthrough in space technology CHO-REN (nods): Yes, the labor of many months the three of us put into it JUR-CAX: We got clearance to leave. CHO-REN (nods): Very well, release all moorings and launch Wer-Vil presses some buttons and the ship begins to take off. JUR-CAX (pushing buttons): Going to warp four when we clear the atmosphere CHO-REN (nods): Confirmed, All systems are ready WER-VIL: Atmosphere is now clear. CHO-REN (nods): Course laid in, warp four initiated As the ship goes to warp, a whirling wormhole moves toward it's path WER-VIL (stunned): What is that thing? JUR-CAX (shouts): I don't know and I don't want to find out CHO-REN (shouts): Quickly, steer around it! WER-VIL (shouts): Too late! Brace for impact! CHO-REN (shouts) We are being sucked in! The ship soon disappears into the wormhole, causes both to vanish instantly Wer-Vil pilots the ship through the wormhole as Jur-Cax is trying to contact the homeworld. CHO-REN (points): Somethings wrong with our navigational computer. It's saying it cannot recognize this region of space WER-VIL (pushing buttons): That thing we passed thru must've been a wormhole JUR-CAX: If that's true, then where in the name of Kaduba are we? WER-VIL (turns to Jur-Cax) Can you pick up any communications from any ships or planets. CHO-REN (pushing buttons): Negative, sending out universal greeting on all channels Behind from one of the planets two ships appear. They have the K'Tob symbol on the side. JUR-CAX (sternly): Guys, two alien ships approaching WER-VIL (happy): Looks like they heard are greeting! CHO-REN (sternly): But I wonder if they're friendly? Maybe we better run WER-VIL (sternly): And go WHERE? Hey, this is a first contact, what can go wrong? One of the ships fires at the Willian ship. CHO-REN (sternly) Maybe that. . . JUR-CAX (shouts): Evasive action! WER-VIL (frantic): Better go to warp! CHO-REN (pushing buttons): Warp engines offline! WER-VIL (shouts): C'mon doc, do something! JUR-CAX (shouts): The warp drive is fused! No way we can repair it! JUR-CAX (looks on screen) One of the ships is contacting us. WER-VIL: On Screen. MIL'DWA (on screen): I am Captain Mil'dwa of the K'tob Federation. Surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded! WER-VIL (calmly): Sir, we are travellers who are lost in this part of space. We're not your enemy, we want to be friends and... MIL'DWA (upset): No more talking! Surrender now or we destroy your vessel! The ship shakes. CHO-REN (shaken) We are caught in a tractor beam. JUR-CAX (pushing buttons): We can't break free! WER-VIL (sighs): We have no choice, signal our surrender JUR-CAX (sighs sadly) Yes, Wer-Vil. CHO-REN (slams fist on the console): Oh Kicilspan! WER-VIL (sternly); Better watch your language, it'll get us all in trouble The Willian craft is pulled into the larger K'Tob ship. As soon as ship is inside, K'Tob troops enter the Willian ship. CHO-REN (hands in the air): I want my lawyer from Graum 7! A soldier hits her with the butt of his laser rifle. Cho-Ren falls to the floor in fear and holds the back of her head where they hit her. SOLDIER (sternly): Any more requests? Wer-Vil and Jur-Cax shake their heads "no." The soldiers bind their hands with energy cuffs and then lead them out as the ship's captain enters. MIL'DWA (evil grin): Welcome to the K'tob Federation, furry slaves! WER-VIL (stunned): Slaves? JUR-CAX (points): Our friend needs medical attention MIL'DWA (angry, hits soldiers): FOOLS! How many times have I told you not to damage the females! (evil grin): That decreases their trade value JUR-CAX (stunned) Trade?! MIL'DWA (nods): Of course! All lower forms of life are our slaves! (stares at Cho-Ren): And females are prized because they have so many ... (wider grin) uses WER-VIL (upset): HEY! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO THAT TO... Soldier punches Wer-Vil and he falls to the floor CHO-REN (dazed): What.... what's going on here? Cho-Ren sees Wer-Vil on the floor. CHO-REN (stunned) Wer-Vil! MIL'DWA (sternly): Enough foolishness! Take the female to the preparation room! Send the two males to the ship's doctor for examination. We have to get them certified for the big slave auction tommorrow Cho-Ren stuggles as she is lifted and taken away. WER-VIL (stuggles against the solders) Cho-Ren . . . JUR-CAX (struggling): Doctor Cho-Ren! MIL'DWA (stunned): SO! The female is a doctor? Well well, that's changes things. She will remain here until we determine if her knowledge will be useful to us. Take the others away! Wer-Vil and Jur-Cax are taken to the lower levels of the ship. SOLDIER (to Mil'dwa) Sir, The furry lifeforms mentioned their planet. MIL'DWA (evil grin): They did? I've never seen their kind before, perhaps they can tell us where their home world is so we can raid it! SOLDIER (nods) The female said it was Graum 7. MIL'DWA (shouts): Nagivator, tell me where Graum 7 is located! NAGIVATOR (on comm) We have no record of a Graum 7. MIL'DWA (upset): Interigate the two male slaves, make them tell you where the planet is! SOLDIER (nods) Should we also search their ship? MIL'DWA (angry): Of course, you fool! Download their computer banks, see if it has any new technology we can sell After an hour, the three Willians are put in cages in one of the cargo holds on the ship. JUR-CAX (sad) I will never see my mate and cubs again . . . WER-VIL (sad): Or home again for that matter CHO-REN (sighs): Well, at least I won't be sold into an harem. I convinced them that I have intelligence so I could be sold to a science facility JUR-CAX (sad): They dismantled our ship! Even if we escape these cages, there's no place to go WER-VIL (sad) And all of us will be split up . . . CHO-REN (nods): Whatever we do, we cannot lose hope. Wer-Vil looks sadly at Cho-Ren. WER-VIL (sad) They are probably looking at our databanks . . . In the conferance room of the ship, the soldiers are telling Mil'Dwa what they found. SOLDIER (blunt) Their species are called Willians. Their planet, Graum 7 is several lightyears away. It is a pleasure planet for several species. They are ruled by a female by the name of Ki-Alla. Their species worship a being named Fydo. MIL'DWA (sternly): Several light years away? Are you certain of this? SOLDIER (nods) Yes, sir. They must have come through that wormhole when the scientists were testing the device taken from the craft of the two furry beings that escaped at the slave auction a few years ago. SOLDIER #2: We also have star charts and information of the other species of the region of space they came from. MIL'DWA (upset): But what good are they to us? (nods): So they were telling the truth after all, about falling through the wormhole. That does us little good unless we can generate it to be stable. SOLDIER #2 (sternly): But sir, according to their records, the wormhole that brought them here was a random natural occurance. MIL'DWA (stern) So it wasn't the generator that brought them here . . . Our leader wants that generator to be fuctional. Tell those scientists to work harder . . . SOLDIER #2 (salutes): I obey! In the storage room, the soldiers are forcing Wer-Vil, Cho-Ren, and Jur-Cax to their feet and leads them to a shuttle. SOLDIER (stern) You are going to the auctions now, furry ones. WER-VIL (struggles): NO! CHO-REN (struggles): You can't do this to us, we're Willian citizens. JUR-CAX (struggles): We have rights! SOLDIER (angry): KEEP QUIET OR YOU WILL NO LONGER LIVE! The Shuttle lands on small planet and the three Willians are taken into a large building. There are other alien slaves up for bidding. Many are sad, some of angry. WER-VIL (whispers): What a freak show this is.... SOLDIER (kicks him): No talking! Keep moving! Cho-Ren is taken to the stage first. Shackles are attached to her legs and wrists. WER-VIL (shouts): CHO-REN!!! JUR-CAS (shouts): NO!!!! A soldier beats both of them with a club. AUCTIONEER (shouts) And now, we have a new species of alien for bidding! She is called a Willian and she is a doctor. What are my opening bids? The Auctioneer looks up at the electronic bidding display board WER-VIL (looks up): See how they are bidding on her? JUR-CAX (growls): They seem to be having a bidding war for her AUCTIONEER (shouts) Look at this! The high bid is 400,000 K'tars and still climbing!Suddenly, a bid for 1 million K'tars flashes on the board, all bidding then stops AUCTIONEER (shouts) Sold to Getas Battle Games. CHO-REN (gulps) Battle Games? A large alien comes to the stage to claim Cho-Ren. WER-VIL (swallows hard): What IS that? JUR-CAX (scared): I don't know, but I sure hope it's not Cho-Ren's master GETAS (grins) I needed a new doctor for my business. CHO-REN (stunned): What....business is that? SOLDIER (slaps her): Speak ONLY when spoken to, slave! Getas' guards grab Cho-Ren. As they take her away as Jur-Cax is forced to the stage. AUCTIONEER (shouts) And now, we have a other Willian for bidding! It is a male and he is a scientist. What are my opening bids? JUR-CAX (looks up at the display, mumbles): I'm not getting half the bids Cho-Ren got AUCTIONEER (shouts) Sold to K'Tob Science Lab. WER-VIL (sad, to himself): I can't believe this! I'm stuck in this strange quadrant without a ship and my only two friends here have just been sold and taken away from me Jur-Cax struggles as he is taken off the stage and Wer-Vil was force on it. AUCTIONEER (shouts) And now, we have a last Willian for bidding! It is a male and he is a pilot and scientist. What are my opening bids? WER-VIL (closes eyes): I don't even want to see this AUCTIONEER (shouts) Sold! To the Riconite mines. WER-VIL (sad): This is all a bad dream Two guards take Wer-Vil away to a transport. WER-VIL (looking out the window): I'll find you both someday....... I will....... The scene switches back to Wer-Vil's quarters on the Constellation. WER-VIL (writing) After the mines I was later sold to a Kattella ranch. On the third time on the auction block, I met Mauler. After being sold to a female Tryliki, the SRS Constellation saved us. Every day I remember my two lost comrades. I hope they are still alive and safe. How I wish they were here with me now...... I've told Commander Fetch about them, Ki-Alla, and he told me the crew will try their best to locate them on their journey home . . .(lowering head): But in this vast universe, what are the chances of us finding them? ----------------------------------------