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Reeling from the loss of her ship, Artemis gets a chance at revenge. Meanwhile, Grace grows uncomfortable with her newfound responsibilities.
Written & Created by Paul Walsh With:
Síona Stokes as Grace Molloy
Lauren Grace Thompson as Artemis Lex
Paul Walsh as Luke Molloy
Sophie Hughes as Maggie Molloy &
Kathryn Stanley as Galaxy Burger Cashier
Music: The Chase by Joshuaempyre
Featured Trailer- Hughes & Mincks: Ghost Detectives
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Transcripts
Voiders: Part 2
Artemis Lex (A) On the phone: Oh is that so Mr. Mammon? Well, my father would roll in his grave if he heard about this! The Lex family have been clients of yours for over 20 years!
Unintelligible Phone Chatter
A: Yes well...consider us another on your long list of ex-clientele. Oh yes Mr. Mammon, I went there!
UnIntelligible Phone Chatter
A: I sincerely hope you don't kiss Mrs. Mammon with that mouth!
UnIntelligible Phone Chatter
A: And a good day to you sir!
She hangs up the phone...growls for a second and roars:
A: You Prick! You fucking Prick! You greedy....Avaricious...Disaster-Monger! I spend 500, 000 on a premium, gold standard, ironclad, insurance policy for The Retribution, and now they're saying it won't be honoured!
Maggie Molloy(M): Ah, sher what else would you expect? I once got refused a payout for a car I wrecked...just because I had no licence...or tax...and my policy was out of date! Ridiculous.
L: What did they say?
A: Apparently the cover is void because of 'Lack of Qualified Staff During Accident'. But we weren't even on the ship!
L: And how bad is the ship?
A: It's gone. Completely destroyed.
M: Oh no.
A: I know, I'm ruined.
M: No! I left my favourite spanner on board! Goodbye Mr. Twisty...you're in tool heaven now.
Grace approaches
Grace Molloy (G): Just had a word there with the cashier. Klan by the name of the War Dogs were responsible for attacking the Dock. They're stationed at a wrecked frigate about 10 Light Minutes from here...they do this all the time apparently...for fun.
L: How's your ship?
G: Who Betsy? She's grand. They only attack the more valuable ships apparently, feck the rich kind of thing....oh, sorry.
A: It's okay...doesn't matter now. I'm finished.
M: Have you nothing left?
A: That ship cost me most of my inheritance...one which I can never recover now.
G: Did you not get it insured?
L: Ah, don't...just don't.
A: I sold my houses, my cars...all of my assets. All that's left is is a few hundred thousand in my reserve account.
M: So...does that mean we won't get a severance package?
L: Maggie!
M: What? I have bills too you know!
G: Right well...I suppose I'll be off. Ms. Lex...good luck with everything. Maggie...message me when you get pregnant and/or divorced and Luke...again, if I see you...I'll kill you.
A: Have you bed and board on Betsy...Ms. Molloy?
G: Ehh, that depends on who's asking.
A: I may need to arrange transport back to Hera Prime...I'll pay you of course.
G: I dunno...I still have some...finding to do...you know?
A: I'll pay you:G: And I'm found...let's go.
L: What about us?
G: What about you?
L: Grace...you wouldn't leave your new Sister-In-Law stranded on the outskirts of humanity would you?
G: [sighs] You're right...c'mon Maggie.
M: Yes! I can't pay you now...but I can take a look at your engine, see what needs fixing. Although I'll be needing a new spanner.
G: Okay, just....don't blow us all up, okay?
M: I can't guarantee that.
L: Well look at that...My Sister and my Wife...bonding. Let's go lads.
G: Ehh, where d'ya think you're going?
L: With you?
G: I said I'll take Maggie...Not you.
L: But...we're married.
G: I'm not taking you.
M: Luke you're divorced.
L: That's not how it works.
G: It's okay Luke, just get a job here. Marry the Manager...pop out a few sprogs. It would've worked for me apparently.
L: Please Grace...we're family.
G: Like a wart is a freckle. [sighs] Fine! But you're staying in the Cargo Hold.
L: Grand, just...don't fire me out the airlock.
G: I won't make any promises. Now, grab your stuff...I want to get out of here before that Klan decides to come back for the smaller vessels.
A: [Defeated] Oh... it would appear I've left all of my things on The Retribution.
M: I have some clothes if you're in need Artemis?
A: Oh, let's not heap on the humiliation Margaret.
....
The four are stood at the hatch Threshold to Grace's ship, The Nightjar.
She opens the door
G: Wipe your feet...I'm pretty sure I saw rat poo on the floor in that restaurant. Ms. Lex your room is up the steps, straight ahead. Lads the cargo hold is down there and to the right. Make yourselves comfortable.
A: This is the ship?
G: Yep. The Nightjar. Now, I know it's not The Retribution-
A: It's not even petty tit-for-tat Ms. Molloy.
M: I thought it was called Betsy?
G: Yeah well she's like a Racehorse isn't she? Nobody'll take me seriously if they're contracting work from the S.S. Betsy...The Nightjar gives her a shroud of mystique.
L: Nightjar sounds like a medical condition. I've a dose of the Nightjars doctor!
G: It's a bird you clown.
Tin can gets kicked over
G: Mind the rubbish. I would've cleaned but...to be fair you've all been heaped on me so...
L: Ah Grace you're not still drinking this stuff are you?
G: Tropical Storm Energy Drink? Eh, yeah.
L: It's lethal!
G: So's chasing down Galactic Murderers.
L: Yeah...You have me there.
M: Awh I love this stuff. You know I once built a Graphite-Moderated Plutonium Reactor on a six pack of those before. It melted down shortly after but...Hey, for those brief few minutes I was powering all of Fermanagh on Nuclear Fission.
A: Ms. Molloy...as your client...I would ask that you refrain from consuming any more of these beverages while I am aboard.
G: Ah what?
A: I would just feel more confortable if you were in retention of all of your faculties while in command of this...ship. Irrespective its size and significance...You understand?
G: Hey now Betsy can fly. She may not be as powerful as The Retribution...and she may not have the arsenal...or the weaponry...or a gun atall...but she's nimble.
A: Noted. Now, will you refrain from these stimulants?
G: Yeah alright...but trust me I work better with them.
Computer Beep
A: War Dogs!
G: Shit...coming back for a second helping. Maggie, prep the engines!
M: On it!
Maggie runs to the edge of the room
M: Where are they exactly?
G: Down that Hallway, last room at the end!
M: Okay!
Maggie leaves the cockpit
G: Luke...man the Navigational Panel.
L: Feck...I haven't done that in years!
G: If you could do it when you were 12 you can do it now! Ms. Lex...please, I need to get at the controls.
A: I can fly, if you'd rather take a more...Commanding role?
G: Eh no, I'd rather fly my ship thanks.
Artemis moves, Grace takes control
A: I flew The Retribution here. Just so you're aware.
G: Okay, good to know.
A: I can fly. I've been training for this since I was a teen.
G: Great, when this is over...buy a ship and fly it.
M: [Through Radio] We're good to go Grace!
G: Give me Max for two seconds! Luke, plot a course.
L: Ehh...[Random Beeping Noises]
A: They're naught but seconds away!
G: Raise shields Ms. Lex.
A: Already have Commander.
G: Don't call me that! Luke-
L: I'm trying! [Positive beep] Yes! Thank Christ! Plot set!
Engine Spools
G: Locks disengaged! Let's go!
They take off from Galaxy burger as the War Dogs close in
Engine spools down
G: [Breathes out] Okay, that little jump should be enough.
Computer beeps
A: They're...they're following us.
G: What? Why? We didn't do anything!
L: Ehh...
G: What did you do?
L: It was an accident!
A: Mr. Molloy?
L: [sighs]
Computer beeps
L: Look at the screen.
G: "Haha better luck next time, suck our"... [angrily] Oh Luke!
A: 'Suck our Capital B, equal sign, equal sign, equal sign, capital D'. I don't...oh, it's a penis.
G: I will kill you...slowly.
L: I didn't mean to send it, I just wrote it out for the laugh...I pushed the send button by accident.
M: Are we safe?
G: No. Your husband goaded them, they're after us.
M: I want a divorce again!
L: I'm sorry!
G: There'll be plenty of time for slaps once we evade these fuckers! Maggie, give it everything!
L: There's an Asteroid field nearby, maybe we can lose them there!
A: They've jumped into our sector! They're bearing down...raising shields.
G: Set a course and disengage auto-pilot once we reach the boundary.
Engine Spools
G: Hit it!
Engine fires
A: Grace you can't fly through an Asteroid field at full speed without a second Pilot!
G: I can try! Disengage auto...I've got full control.
Ship crashes
A: Collision. Shields at 87%.
Another crash
A: Direct collision...shields at 56%.
Another crash
A: 23%...we can't keep this up commander.
G: Yes we can [Crash] and stop calling me that!
A: 12%! Split the controls now or we die Grace.
L: We can't slow down they're right behind us!
A: Grace!
G: Fine! Splitting controls! I hope you know what you're doing!
A: Taking controls.
G: Oh my god...you can fly!
A: I told you.
G: No...jesus christ...I think you're better than me!
L: [Gasps] One of their ships just blew up! They can't keep up!
G: How...how are you this good?
A: I told you...I practiced.
L: Another one gone! They're killing themselves trying to get us!
G: We're about to clear the field!
A: How many left Mr. Molloy?
L: Just the flagship!
A: Ms. Molloy, do you see that gap between the two asteroids?
G: The slowly closing one? Think we can make it?
A: I think we can! Maggie...push it!
M: Wooo!
L: The Chieftain's following!
G: This is going to be close!
L: Ahhhh!
They bisect the closing asteroids...The War Dog attempts to go through but is split in half by the crushing collision.
A: We're clear!
G: Oh my god!
L: Fuck...me. Phew...that's one of those things...that had to be seen to be believed. Like, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen...I'm just so glad I saw it-
G: Luke!
L: Yeah?
G: The Flagship?
L: Oh feck [Computer beep] He made it through.
G: Bollocks, fire up the engines!
L: Well, when I say that...I mean he made it through, but his ship is fecked.
G: Patch me through.
Silence
G: Luke?
L: Give me a minute...I need to find the feckin...comms button...
G: Top right.
L: I knew that.
Console static, Chief Kanus appears on the monitor
Chief Kanus: You...how did you-
G: To whom am I speaking?
CK: Chief Kanus...Leader of Klan War Dog.
G: Chief Anus...my friend here has a bit of a grievance with you, Artemis?
A: Mr. Kanus...You destroyed my ship during your raid on Galaxy Burger...I trust you've none in terms of renumeration?
CK: Renu...what?
L: Money...ya dickhead.
CK: I'd rather die.
G: Looks like that's going to happen. His Core's going critical. I'm raising shields.
A: Mr. Kanus...you have destroyed what is possibly the most important goal of my entire life. It seems fitting that that action should lead to the end of your existance.
CK: I'd do it all again.
A: I'm sure you would. If your name is any indication...then how can I be all that furious against the actions of a wanton cur.
L: I'm detecting massive amounts of Gamma rads...or at least the computer is telling me it is.
[Ship rumbles]
G: He's gone.
A: That's it then. If you'll forgive me...I feel rather melancholic presently. I may retreat to my new abode for some...reflection. Ms. Molloy...I did not hate our flight together...were circumstances less grim...I might say I enjoyed it.
G: Thanks...I think.
Artemis leaves, Maggie returns
M: Holy shit! That was fucking crazy! They were all like 'Pew Pew' and were like 'Feck you lad here's an asteroid up your arse'!
L: Maggie?
M: Sorry! I drank some of Grace's energy drink!
L: Oh no.
G: Did you build another nuclear reactor?
M: Just a little one!
G: Shit, Luke grab the extinguisher!
....
Grace appears at the door to Artemis' room
G: Knock knock.
A: Come.
G: You alright Ms. Lex?
Artemis tries to conceal that she has been crying
A: [sniffs] Grace...I think you can call me Artemis by now.
G: Okay...Artemis. Are you okay?
A: Yes just...coming to terms with things.
G: Okay well...listen, when I spoke to the cashier at Galaxy Burger...she mentioned that Kanus had a bounty of 10, 000 on his head. We should head back and claim it. You keep it, as payment for my brother lying to you. Use it toward a new ship...and crew.
A: That's very kind Grace. But I won't be needing it. I've learned my lesson, so to speak. I'll live off the remains of my wealth back on Hera Prime. I'll leave the adventuring to those with the stomach for it.
G: You're giving up?
A: Yes. [sighs] This was all but a fantasy. The training, the planning. I've thought about this for 20 years...the day when I'm ready. It became all consuming...It's the reason why I lost the company. I was too busy looking at the stars...to see the knives drawn behind me. I convinced myself that losing Lexacorp was a blessing...one less shackle keeping me aground. I used it to spur me, impetous to enact my master plan. Instead, I was just lashing out, embittered and angry...and scared in the dark. I'm no warrior...I'm no hero. I'm just...an Appolite with a deathwish.
G: Okay...Artemis? You can fly, and well I might add.
A: Do you know the story of Shepards Pass Grace?
G: Well yeah...It was a huge deal when it happened.
A: Then you know what he did. The Headmonger...More than made up for his name. He took the heads of each of my family members...Including my little brother.
G: And you survived...Escaped in fact...Good going considering who you were up against.
A: Don't let the media fool you Grace...I didn't escape...I ran. Once I'd freed myself I made for the nearest escape pod...I never even tried to save my family...I never even thought about little Henry...I was too afraid.
G: How old were you?
A: Seven...but does it matter?
G: You were seven Artemis...nobody can blame you for being scared.
A: I shouldn't be alive. I should have gone with them.
G: Yeah well, maybe there's a reason you didn't. Maybe all of this was meant to happen, maybe you were meant to come here, meet me...and have this conversation.
A: What are you saying?
G: I'm saying, [sighs] look, I'm not saying we're going to sail head-on into Krassus and his army...but what I am saying is...that I want to help, and the first thing we should do...is pick up that bounty back at Galaxy Burger. Maybe grab another Dodo burger because it's weirdly grown on me.
A: You're sure?
G: Yeah, I think they put drugs in the sauce because I'm craving another one.
A: No...I mean about us?
G: Yeah...you won me over. Let's be bounty hunters.
A: [Laughing] You've made me tremendously happy Ms. Molloy.
G: Yeah well, before you throw a party...There's a few things we need before we start taking out the Galaxies most wanted.
A: Such as?
G: First and foremost...We need a Gunslinger.
End