Beyond the edge of space lies a terror that defies reality, waiting in the silence of the Event Horizon.
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**Prologue: The Silence Before**
In the void where light seldom trespasses and silence reigns supreme, the Event Horizon had whispered its last known coordinates to the cosmos before succumbing to the infinite darkness. It was a vessel heralded as mankind’s most ambitious endeavor, a ship designed not just to traverse the stars but to conquer the very fabric of space and time. Yet, on its maiden voyage, it vanished, leaving behind a legacy of questions that festered in the hearts of those who dared to dream of the stars. The world mourned, speculated, then gradually moved on, relegating the Event Horizon to the realm of tragic legends and cautionary tales of human hubris.
But the universe, vast and unyielding, does not forget, and sometimes, it whispers secrets back to those who listen.
**Chapter 1: The Call to the Abyss**
In 2047, humanity had stretched its fingers further into the cosmos, yet the disappearance of the Event Horizon remained an open wound. It was against this backdrop that the crew of the Lewis and Clark found themselves summoned to a briefing room that hummed with a palpable tension, the gravity of their mission etched on the faces of the officials who awaited them.
Captain Miller, a seasoned astronaut whose eyes held stories of wonders and horrors glimpsed in the depths of space, surveyed his crew. They were an eclectic mix of scientists, engineers, and soldiers – each handpicked for their expertise and their ability to confront the unknown. Beside him stood Dr. William Weir, the architect of the Event Horizon, a man whose brilliance was overshadowed only by the tragedy that had become synonymous with his creation. His face, gaunt and haunted, bore the weight of unanswered questions and a desperate hope for redemption.
The room fell silent as the briefing commenced, the tale of the Event Horizon unfurling once more. Seven years ago, it had embarked on its maiden voyage to test the experimental gravity drive, a marvel of engineering that promised to fold space itself, making distant galaxies within reach. Its disappearance had been sudden, a ghost ship lost to the void without a trace, until now.
The officials revealed that a distress signal, unmistakably from the Event Horizon, had been detected emanating from the orbit of Neptune. The implications were staggering, the possibilities terrifying. The Lewis and Clark was to locate the ship, assess its condition, and recover any survivors. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of exhilaration and dread. To venture into the abyss on a rescue mission was one thing; to confront a mystery that had swallowed a ship whole was another.
As the briefing concluded, Captain Miller addressed his crew, his voice steady, imbued with the resolve that had seen them through the darkest corners of the solar system. “This is not just another mission,” he said, locking eyes with each of them. “We’re standing on the edge of the unknown. What we find out there might change everything. We stick together, we watch each other’s backs, and no matter what happens, we bring our people home.”
The crew dispersed, the weight of their task settling in their bones. Dr. Weir lingered, his gaze lost in the haunting imagery of the Event Horizon displayed on the screen. It was a beacon, calling him to the darkness, to the masterpiece of his life now intertwined with a nightmare.
Preparations for departure unfolded with military precision, the Lewis and Clark bristling with activity as supplies were loaded, and systems checked. The crew moved with a sense of purpose, the kind born from the realization that they were about to tread where few dared.
As the ship detached from the docking bay, leaving the comforting glow of Earth behind, Captain Miller stood on the bridge, his crew arrayed before him, faces set in determination. The vastness of space stretched out, stars twinkling like the eyes of the universe watching in silent anticipation.
The Lewis and Clark ignited its engines, a beacon of humanity’s indomitable spirit, and surged forward. Ahead lay the abyss, the lost ship, and the shadows that had claimed it. The journey had begun, a dive into the heart of darkness in search of answers, in search of the Event Horizon.
Yet, as they ventured further from the light, a chilling truth awaited them, one that whispered of horrors unseen, of madness, and of a darkness that hungered. The silence before was but a prelude to the symphony of nightmares that lay ahead, a reminder that some mysteries were never meant to be unraveled.
The abyss gazed back at them, and the voyage into the unknown had only just begun.
Chapter 2: Through the Void
The vast, cold expanse of space stretched endlessly in all directions, a silent witness to the passage of the rescue vessel Lewis and Clark. Its mission was as daunting as it was vital: to locate and recover the Event Horizon, a starship that had vanished without a trace seven years prior on its maiden voyage. The crew aboard the vessel was a mix of seasoned astronauts, scientists, and engineers, each handpicked for their expertise and their ability to handle the unknown.
Commander John Miller stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the dark void ahead. He was a man who had spent the better part of his life exploring the outer reaches of space, yet the thought of what lay ahead sent a chill down his spine. The disappearance of the Event Horizon was not just a mystery; it was a dark blot on the history of space exploration, a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of their world.
As the Lewis and Clark neared the last known coordinates of the Event Horizon, the mood among the crew shifted from one of anticipation to apprehension. The ship’s communication officer, Lieutenant Peters, reported strange anomalies in the signals they were receiving. Static-filled transmissions punctuated by eerie silences made it difficult to determine if they were getting closer to their target or if they were merely chasing shadows.
Dr. William Weir, the designer of the Event Horizon and a key member of the rescue mission, remained enigmatic, his gaze often lost in thought. The ship he had created was his life’s work, a vessel designed to travel faster than light by creating a shortcut through the fabric of space-time. The implications were groundbreaking, but so were the risks. As they drew nearer, his demeanor grew increasingly agitated, a man torn between the hope of finding his creation and the fear of what they might discover.
The crew’s first sign that they were close came not from their instruments but from a visual anomaly that appeared directly in their path. A distortion in space, like a mirage, shimmered before them, and through it, they caught their first glimpse of the Event Horizon. It was a sight that took their breath away, the lost ship floating like a ghostly apparition against the backdrop of a distant nebula.
The approach was fraught with unexplained phenomena. Instruments flickered on and off, and the ship’s lights dimmed as if an unseen force was sapping their power. The closer they got, the more pronounced the disturbances became, culminating in a moment where time itself seemed to stand still. For a heartbeat, the crew experienced a silence so profound it was as if the universe itself had paused.
Breaking the spell, Commander Miller ordered a full systems check, his voice a beacon of calm in the growing storm of uncertainty. One by one, the crew reported in, their voices tinged with unease. Despite the anomalies, the Lewis and Clark was holding steady, a testament to the resilience of human engineering.
The decision was made to dock with the Event Horizon, a maneuver fraught with risk given the unpredictable conditions. The docking process was a tense ballet of precision flying by Miller, guided by the steady hands of his crew. When the airlock sealed with a hiss, signifying a successful connection, a collective sigh of relief was quickly swallowed by the realization of what came next.
They were to board the Event Horizon, to step into a ship that had become a legend, a cautionary tale of human ambition clashing with the unknown. The airlock door stood before them like the gateway to another world, one that promised answers but also hinted at untold horrors.
Commander Miller gathered his crew, his eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. “What lies ahead is unknown,” he said, his voice steady. “But whatever we find, we face it together. Our mission is to recover the Event Horizon and uncover the truth of what happened. Stay sharp, stay together, and keep communication open. We’re venturing into the unknown, but we do so with the hope of bringing back knowledge that could benefit all of humanity.”
With a final nod, he turned to the airlock door, the first to cross the threshold into the Event Horizon. The rest of the crew followed, each step taking them deeper into the mystery that had haunted the spacefaring community for seven years.
As the door closed behind them, sealing them within the confines of the ship, a palpable sense of foreboding filled the air. They were no longer just astronauts on a rescue mission; they were explorers on the edge of the abyss, peering into the depths of a darkness that threatened to engulf them.
The Lewis and Clark had brought them through the void, but now they were truly alone, isolated in a place where the rules of the known universe no longer seemed to apply. Ahead of them lay the heart of the Event Horizon, and with each step, they moved closer to unraveling the mystery of its disappearance—or being consumed by it.
Chapter 3: Ghost Ship
The Lewis and Clark drifted silently towards the derelict vessel, its hull a specter against the infinite darkness of space. The crew, seasoned yet visibly tense, prepared for boarding. Lieutenant Miller, the mission commander, eyed the Event Horizon through the viewport, its silhouette a haunting reminder of the mission’s grim nature.
“Alright, team,” Miller began, his voice steady, betraying none of the unease that gnawed at his gut. “We don’t know what we’re walking into. Stay sharp, stay together. Our goal is to secure the ship, retrieve any survivors, and gather intel on what happened here.”
As they docked, the transition from the familiar confines of the Lewis and Clark to the eerie, vacant corridors of the Event Horizon felt like crossing into another realm. The air was stale, heavy with silence, the only sound their footsteps and the occasional creak of the ship settling, as if it were alive and aware of the new presence within its walls.
The crew split into two teams, one led by Miller, the other by Dr. Weir, the ship’s designer, who had insisted on joining the mission. Weir’s knowledge of the ship’s layout and systems was invaluable, yet his demeanor was distracted, almost obsessed, as if the ship called to him.
As Miller’s team advanced through the corridor, the dim emergency lighting cast long shadows, turning every corner into a potential threat. Peters, the technician, attempted to access the ship’s logs, but the systems were unresponsive, the screens flickering with static as if resisting her attempts.
“Something’s not right here,” Cooper, the engineer, muttered, his light sweeping across the walls, revealing scratches that marred the metal surfaces, too erratic to be accidental, too deliberate to be anything but a sign of desperation.
The deeper they ventured, the more the ship seemed to resist, doors sealing shut behind them, lights flickering, guiding them deeper into its bowels. It was as if the ship had a will of its own, herding them towards its dark heart.
In the medical bay, they found the first evidence of the previous crew’s fate. Instruments scattered, vials of blood still fresh on the counters, and in the center of the room, a logbook, its pages filled with frantic scribbles, diagrams of incomprehensible symbols, and the repeated phrase, “It sees inside us.”
The hallucinations began shortly after. Peters saw her son, lost to her years ago, calling to her from the shadows, his voice a whisper that tugged at her heart. Smitty, the pilot, heard the laughter of an old friend, one who had died on a mission they’d flown together, the sound chilling his blood.
Miller ordered a retreat, but the ship had other plans. Corridors twisted, doors that should lead back to the Lewis and Clark opened into other parts of the Event Horizon, trapping them in a labyrinthine nightmare.
Dr. Weir’s team fared no better. They found the engine room, the heart of the Event Horizon, where the gravity drive, a device meant to bend space itself, loomed like an altar to unknown gods. Weir was drawn to it, his eyes reflecting the swirling lights of the core, speaking in tongues as if reciting a liturgy to awaken the slumbering horror within.
The drive activated, a howl of energies unleashed, and for a moment, the veil between realities thinned. Visions assaulted them, hellish landscapes of fire and brimstone, creatures of pure malice lurking in the shadows, and among them, the crew of the Event Horizon, twisted by unspeakable tortures.
Panic set in. Djelic, the security officer, opened fire on shadows that danced just beyond the reach of their lights, his screams echoing down the corridors as he was consumed by madness.
Miller managed to rally his team, their retreat a desperate scramble through the shifting geometry of the ship. They were pursued not by physical entities, but by their own fears, manifesting as tangible threats.
When they finally breached the airlock back into the Lewis and Clark, the relief was palpable, but short-lived. They were not alone; something had followed them, a presence that filled the air with dread, a whisper in the dark that promised their ordeal was far from over.
As the airlock sealed behind them, Miller realized the truth: the Event Horizon was not just a ship; it was a gateway, and they had unwittingly opened the door. The horrors of the previous journey were not confined to the past; they were unleashed anew, waiting in the shadows, hungering for the light.
The mission had changed. It was no longer about salvaging a lost ship; it was about survival, about closing the door they had opened and escaping the nightmare that lay beyond the Event Horizon.
**Chapter 4: The Lure of the Dark**
The cold, unforgiving void of space enveloped the Event Horizon, a ship that had once been humanity’s pinnacle of technological ambition, now a derelict mausoleum drifting in the outer reaches of the solar system. The crew of the Lewis and Clark, seasoned yet unprepared for what awaited them, had boarded with a mix of scientific curiosity and trepidation. What they found was beyond the realms of their worst nightmares.
The ship was a labyrinth, its corridors twisted in ways that defied the crew’s understanding of architecture and physics. It was as if the Event Horizon itself was a creature, breathing and watching them with unseen eyes. The air was stale, filled with the echo of whispers that seemed to come from the walls themselves. Captain Miller, leading the expedition, felt the weight of unseen eyes upon him, a pressure that gnawed at the edge of his sanity.
As the crew delved deeper into the heart of the ship, Dr. Weir, the designer of the Event Horizon, explained the theory behind the gravity drive – a revolutionary engine capable of creating an artificial black hole, bending space-time itself to bridge vast distances across the universe in a blink of an eye. The crew listened, mesmerized and horrified in equal measure, as Weir described how the ship could fold space, traversing the fabric of reality to reach the stars.
But the Event Horizon had reached something else, something that was not meant to be found. The ship’s logs, initially thought to be corrupted, began to reveal their secrets through garbled, haunting messages. It was as if the ship had journeyed beyond the known universe, touching the very essence of darkness itself. The crew’s technical officer, Peters, managed to restore a fragment of a video log, which showed the previous crew in their final moments – not as men and women, but as twisted, mutilated shadows, consumed by an unseen force.
The crew of the Lewis and Clark struggled to comprehend the implications. The Event Horizon had become a gateway, a door to a dimension of pure chaos and malevolence. It was a place where the laws of physics, time, and morality no longer applied, where the human mind was broken and reshaped by the sheer, incomprehensible horror of what lay beyond.
As they ventured towards the engine room, the air grew colder, and the ship seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The gravity drive, a sphere suspended in the center of the room, was surrounded by rings that spun with a hypnotic, otherworldly energy. It was here, Weir explained, that the boundary between universes had been breached. The crew, standing before the drive, felt a sense of dread that went beyond fear; it was as if they were standing on the precipice of an abyss, looking into the eyes of madness itself.
Captain Miller ordered the drive to be dismantled, hoping to sever the connection with the dark realm the Event Horizon had touched. But the ship had other plans. The lights flickered, and shadows danced across the walls, whispering secrets in a language that twisted the soul. One by one, the crew began to experience visions – not hallucinations, but vivid, terrifying glimpses of their deepest fears and regrets. It was as if the ship fed on their despair, growing stronger with every moment of terror.
Lieutenant Starck, the ship’s navigator, saw her children, calling to her from the darkness, their voices twisted into cries of anguish. Peters was tormented by visions of her son, lost to an illness that had left a gaping wound in her heart. Smitty, the engineer, was confronted by the ghosts of his past, taunting him with his failures and igniting his guilt into a raging inferno.
As the crew succumbed to the visions, Captain Miller realized that the Event Horizon was not just a ship; it was a sentient being, a predator that lured its prey into the dark with the promise of infinite knowledge and power. But the price of that knowledge was madness, and the power it offered was the ability to destroy one’s own soul.
In a desperate attempt to save his crew from the brink of insanity, Miller ordered a retreat to the Lewis and Clark. But the Event Horizon would not let its victims escape so easily. The ship’s corridors twisted and shifted, trapping them in a maze of horror and despair. It was then that Miller understood the true nature of the darkness that the Event Horizon had unleashed: it was not a place or a creature, but the embodiment of fear itself, a mirror that reflected the darkest corners of the human mind.
The crew, battered and broken, fought their way through the ship, each step taking them deeper into the heart of darkness. And as they neared the escape pods, they realized that the journey back to the Lewis and Clark was not just a physical battle, but a fight for their very souls.
In the end, as they stood on the threshold between the Event Horizon and the cold embrace of space, they understood that the lure of the dark was not just the promise of forbidden knowledge, but the seduction of oblivion, the desire to be consumed by the abyss and be freed from the burden of existence. And in that moment of clarity, they made their choice, knowing that some doors, once opened, can never be closed.
Chapter 5: Echoes of the Past
The silence of the Event Horizon was oppressive, a weight that pressed on the minds of the Lewis and Clark’s crew with an almost physical force. It was a silence made up of countless whispers, of screams swallowed by the void, of the soft, skittering sounds of unseen movements in the dark. It was a ship that had become a crypt, its halls echoing not with the lives of its crew, but with their deaths.
Dr. Weir, the designer of the Event Horizon, moved through the corridors with a haunted look in his eyes. The darkness seemed to cling to him, wrapping around his thoughts like tendrils of smoke. He was drawn inexorably towards the ship’s core, towards the engine that was his greatest creation—and perhaps his greatest mistake. The rest of the rescue team, led by Captain Miller, followed, their lights piercing the gloom, revealing glimpses of chaos and carnage that defied explanation.
The ship’s logs were stored in the central computer, a labyrinthine database that chronicled the Event Horizon’s journey into the unknown. Accessing the logs required navigating through layers of encryption, a task that fell to Lieutenant Starck, the Lewis and Clark’s communications officer. As she worked, her fingers flying over the keyboard, the rest of the crew explored the surrounding rooms, each step taking them deeper into the heart of the mystery.
It was Peters, the medical officer, who found the first playback. The screen flickered to life, revealing the face of the Event Horizon’s captain, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. He spoke of stars not seen from Earth, of the beauty of the universe laid bare. But as the log continued, his tone shifted. He spoke of dreams that were not dreams, of whispers in the dark, of a presence that watched from beyond the veil.
The crew of the Lewis and Clark listened in silence, the weight of the captain’s words pressing down on them. The video ended, but the sense of unease it provoked lingered, a cold hand on the back of their necks.
Starck managed to bypass the final layer of encryption, granting them access to the last entries. The screen was filled with static at first, then cleared to show the main deck of the Event Horizon, the crew gathered as if for a meeting. What followed was a descent into madness captured on digital media. The crew turned on one another, their faces twisted in rage and terror, their actions driven by some unseen force. The violence escalated, culminating in a scene of such brutality that several members of the rescue team turned away.
The recording ended abruptly, leaving the room in silence. The implications were clear: whatever had happened to the Event Horizon, it was more than a simple malfunction or error in judgment. It was as if the ship had passed through hell itself, bringing something back with it.
Captain Miller turned to Dr. Weir, his voice tight with controlled anger. “You said the ship was a breakthrough in science, a way to expand humanity’s reach. But you never mentioned this.”
Weir’s face was pale, his eyes haunted. “I didn’t know,” he whispered, though whether in denial or realization, none could say.
The crew was left with more questions than answers. What had the Event Horizon encountered in the void? What force had driven its crew to such extremes of violence? And, most importantly, was that force still present, lurking in the shadows of the ship, waiting for them?
As they pondered these questions, the ship seemed to come alive around them. The lights flickered, casting long shadows that twisted and writhed like living things. The air grew colder, and the sense of being watched, of being hunted, grew stronger.
They realized then that the horror of the Event Horizon was not confined to the past. It was very much alive in the present, woven into the very fabric of the ship. And as they stood in the darkness, surrounded by the echoes of the dead, they understood that they were not alone.
The journey into the heart of the Event Horizon had only just begun.
Chapter 6: The Heart of Darkness
The air within the Event Horizon had grown thick, charged with an electric tension that seemed to pulsate through the steel corridors. The dim lighting flickered, casting long shadows that danced like specters, mocking the dwindling sanity of the crew. Dr. William Weir, his eyes reflecting a haunted knowledge, led the remaining members toward the core of the ship, where the experimental gravity drive awaited, its secrets veiled in darkness and terror.
The gravity drive, a marvel of human engineering, had been designed to bend space-time, creating a wormhole through which vast distances could be traversed in mere moments. But as they approached, it became evident that the drive had tapped into something far beyond human comprehension, a realm of existence that defied the laws of physics as they knew them.
Captain Miller, his resolve hardened by the loss of his crew and the horrors they had encountered, moved with a purposeful stride. He was driven by a singular goal: to disable the drive and prevent the malevolent force that had claimed the Event Horizon from reaching Earth. But with each step, the ship seemed to resist, its corridors narrowing, the air growing colder, as if it were alive, aware of their intentions.
The hallucinations had intensified, preying on their deepest fears and darkest memories. Peters, the medical officer, was tormented by visions of her son, his legs mangled, calling out to her with a voice filled with pain and accusation. Smith, the engineer, heard the laughter of his younger sister, lost to him years ago in an accident he blamed himself for. Each vision served to fracture their resolve, isolating them in their own personal hells.
But it was Dr. Weir who seemed to be the most affected. The ship whispered to him, voices from the abyss that promised knowledge and power, urging him to embrace the darkness. His obsession with the gravity drive had consumed him, blinding him to the terror it unleashed. As they neared the core, his demeanor changed, his gaze becoming distant, as if he were seeing beyond the veil of reality.
The core itself was a cathedral to the unknown, its walls inscribed with symbols that seemed to shift and change, impossible geometries that defied understanding. The gravity drive pulsed at its heart, a sphere surrounded by rotating rings, emitting a light that was not light, darkness that was not darkness. It was the source of the ship’s power, and its curse.
Captain Miller and his crew stood at the threshold, the gravity drive before them, a gateway to oblivion. The air vibrated with an unseen energy, a hum that resonated in their bones. It was then that the ship struck, its assault not of flesh, but of mind. Visions assaulted them, a torrent of horrors, each more terrifying than the last, designed to break their will.
Miller saw his crew, not as they were, but as twisted, mutilated versions of themselves, accusing him of abandoning them to their fate. Peters was trapped in a never-ending cycle of watching her son die, unable to save him. Smith was surrounded by fire, the laughter of his sister turning to screams.
And Dr. Weir, he saw the Event Horizon, not as a ship, but as a living entity, its hunger infinite, its darkness absolute. It offered him a place at its side, a chance to explore the realms beyond, to become something more than human.
The crew, battered by the assault, found strength in each other, their shared suffering forging a bond that pushed back against the darkness. With a final, desperate effort, they activated the drive’s self-destruct mechanism, a countdown beginning, its ticking a heartbeat leading to their end.
But the ship was not done with them. It fought back, the very walls shifting, trying to separate them, to isolate them in their nightmares. Miller and his crew battled through, driven by a determination that bordered on madness, a refusal to succumb to the terror that sought to consume them.
As the countdown reached its final moments, Dr. Weir, his mind lost to the ship’s influence, confronted them, his humanity stripped away, a servant of the darkness. A struggle ensued, a battle not just for survival, but for the soul of humanity.
With seconds to spare, the drive was destroyed, the ship’s connection to the other realm severed. But victory came at a cost. The Event Horizon, its purpose unfulfilled, imploded, collapsing into itself, leaving nothing but a void where it once existed.
Captain Miller and his crew, what remained of them, were left adrift in the cold vastness of space, their ship damaged beyond repair. They had prevented a horror beyond imagining from reaching Earth, but at a price. They were changed, marked by their experience, haunted by what they had seen and done.
As they awaited rescue, they understood that some doors, once opened, can never be truly closed. The darkness they had encountered lingered at the edges of their minds, a reminder of the fragility of sanity, the thin veil that separates reality from madness.
The Event Horizon was gone, but the heart of darkness beat on, within them, a whisper in the void, an echo of the horrors that lie beyond the bounds of human understanding.
**Chapter 7: Fracture**
The darkness of space outside the Event Horizon seemed a tranquil sea compared to the storm raging within its steel walls. The crew of the Lewis and Clark, once unified in purpose, now found themselves splintered, their minds fraying at the edges under the relentless assault of their own nightmares made manifest. Trust, that fragile thread binding them, had begun to unravel as the ship whispered its insidious doubts into each ear, sowing discord.
Commander Miller, his face a mask of determination that could not fully hide the weariness in his eyes, tried to rally his crew. “We need to stick together,” he implored, his voice echoing in the dimly lit corridor, “Whatever this ship is, whatever it’s doing to us, we can’t let it win.”
But his words fell on ears deafened by fear. Peters, the engineer, her eyes haunted by the vision of her son’s twisted form, murmured to herself, barely audible. “It’s everywhere… we can’t escape it.” She had been the backbone of their technical operations, but now she was a shadow, her mind ensnared by the loss she had experienced and the guilt that the Event Horizon seemed to amplify.
Smith, the pilot, paced like a caged animal, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a jittery edge. “How do we fight something we can’t even see? That gets inside our heads?” He threw his hands up in exasperation, his voice cracking.
Cooper, always the optimist, tried to inject some levity, a forced grin on his face. “Maybe it just needs a hug, you know? Show it some love.” But his joke landed in the heavy air, untouched. Even he could not deny the dread that clung to their skins like a second layer.
Weir, the scientist who had designed the Event Horizon’s experimental engine, stood apart, his gaze unfocused, as if listening to a voice only he could hear. The others watched him warily, unsure of his mental state. He had been the most affected, his creation turning into their nightmare. The guilt weighed heavily on him, twisting his rational mind into a labyrinth of madness.
The tension reached a boiling point when Murphy, the communications officer, accused Weir of hiding the truth about the ship’s capabilities and its previous mission. “This is your fault!” he shouted, his finger jabbing in accusation. “You knew what this ship could do, what it did, and you said nothing!”
Weir’s response was cold, detached. “I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known.” His voice was eerily calm, a stark contrast to the chaos around him. “The ship has shown us wonders, horrors, but it’s just a tool. It’s how we use it.”
“That’s easy for you to say!” Murphy retorted, his voice rising. “You haven’t seen what it showed me, what it took from me!”
The argument escalated, voices overlapping, each crew member spilling their pent-up fears and anger. The ship seemed to feed on their discord, the lights flickering in rhythm with their rising tempers.
It was then that the unimaginable happened. Amidst their bickering, a shape coalesced from the shadows, a manifestation of their collective terror. It was formless, yet its presence was undeniable, a pressure on their minds that threatened to crush them.
Miller, seizing command despite the fear that clawed at his own heart, shouted for silence. “Enough!” His voice, imbued with the authority of countless missions, cut through the turmoil. “This is what it wants. To turn us against each other.”
The apparition hovered, a silent observer to their fracturing sanity.
“We’re not going to let it win,” Miller continued, his gaze sweeping over his crew, each member caught in their own private hell. “We are going to shut this thing down, and we’re going to do it together.”
The decision was made to confront the heart of the darkness, the ship’s engine room, where the boundaries of reality had been breached. Their plan was desperate, born of the primal urge to fight against the encroaching darkness. They would attempt to reverse the engine’s process, to close the gateway that had been opened, though none could say what the consequences might be.
As they made their way to the engine room, the ship seemed to resist, corridors shifting, hallucinations assaulting them at every turn. Each step was a battle, not just against the physical obstructions, but against the fear that sought to paralyze them.
In the engine room, the air thrummed with unseen energy, the core of the Event Horizon pulsating like a dark heart. The crew, standing on the precipice of the unknown, faced not just the physical task of manipulating the engine’s mechanisms, but the psychological warfare waged by the ship itself.
In a moment of unity, they set their plan into motion, each member playing their part amidst the cacophony of the ship’s protests. The engine roared to life, its sound a scream in the void, as reality itself seemed to warp and buckle around them.
The outcome was uncertain, the line between success and annihilation razor-thin. But in that moment, the crew of the Lewis and Clark stood together, a fragile island of sanity in a sea of madness, their resolve the only light in the encroaching darkness.
As the engine’s scream reached a crescendo, reality folded in upon itself, and then there was silence. The ship, the void, the very fabric of space seemed to hold its breath.
What lay on the other side of that silence, none could say. But for the crew of the Lewis and Clark, caught in the heart of darkness, the only way out was through, together.
**Chapter 8: Into the Beyond**
The dim glow of the control panels barely pierced the pervasive darkness of the Event Horizon’s bridge. What light there was seemed to recoil from the shadows, as if the darkness itself was a living, breathing entity. The surviving members of the Lewis and Clark crew stood amidst the chaos, their faces etched with exhaustion, fear, and a determination born of desperation. They had seen too much, lost too much, to turn back now.
Dr. Weir, once a man of science, now the very embodiment of the horror that had consumed the ship, had been cast into the abyss of space, his final screams echoing in their minds. But even with him gone, the ship remained, a malevolent force that whispered promises of madness and death.
Captain Miller, the de facto leader, his eyes hollow from the visions the ship had forced upon him, spoke first. “We can’t let it return to Earth,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of their grim resolve. “We have to destroy it, here and now.”
Peters, the medical technician, nodded in agreement, though her hands trembled uncontrollably. She had seen the darkness take her son, a hallucination so real that it had almost lured her to her death. Now, with her reality forever shattered, she sought vengeance, not just for herself, but for all who had suffered at the hands of the Event Horizon.
Cooper, the rescue technician, always the optimist, had tried to find light in the darkest corners of the ship. But even his spirit had been broken by the relentless terror. Still, he stood ready, understanding the necessity of their final act.
DJ, the ship’s doctor, had been dissected by his own fears, laid bare by the ship’s manipulations. His recovery was a miracle, driven by the sheer will to survive. Now, he prepared to face the ultimate test of that will.
Together, they formulated a plan. The gravity drive, the heart of the Event Horizon, the source of the nightmare, would be their target. They would initiate the drive, create a singularity, but this time, they would ensure it could never be closed. The ship, and the malevolent force it harbored, would be sucked into a black hole of its own making, torn apart by the very power it sought to wield.
The journey to the core was a descent into madness. The ship seemed to sense their intent, throwing illusions and phantoms at them, each more terrifying than the last. Loved ones, long dead, beckoned them into the shadows; visions of their darkest fears attempted to break their resolve. But they pressed on, united by a single purpose: to end the nightmare.
Reaching the core, they initiated the gravity drive, the alien machinery coming to life with an unholy light. The ship trembled, groaning like a living thing in its death throes. They had only moments before the singularity would consume them.
In those final seconds, time seemed to stretch into eternity. Each crew member faced their own reckoning. Peters saw her son one last time, not as the twisted vision the ship had used to torment her, but as the loving memory she would carry in her heart forever. Cooper found a moment of peace, a calm amidst the storm, a reassurance that their sacrifice would not be in vain. DJ faced his own mutilation, not with horror, but with acceptance, understanding that even in his darkest moment, he had remained himself. And Miller, the captain who had led them through hell, saw the Event Horizon for what it truly was: a prison of their own fears, one that they were about to escape.
As the singularity reached its peak, the crew made their final stand. Hand in hand, they faced the void, their spirits unbroken, their resolve unwavering. And then, with a burst of light that outshone the stars themselves, the Event Horizon was gone, swallowed by the black hole it had created.
Silence fell upon the vast expanse of space, the darkness receding, if only for a moment. The nightmare was over, the horror vanquished, but at a cost that could never be forgotten. The survivors of the Lewis and Clark, bound by their shared ordeal, looked upon the place where the Event Horizon had once existed, knowing that they had faced the abyss and emerged victorious.
But victory came with its own burden. They had glimpsed beyond the veil of reality, touched the darkness that lay beyond the stars, and been forever changed by it. As they set a course for home, they knew that some doors, once opened, can never be fully closed. They carried with them not just the scars of their ordeal, but a warning: that some mysteries are not meant to be solved, some horizons not meant to be crossed.
And so, as they journeyed back to the safety of Earth, they left behind the echoes of the Event Horizon, a testament to their courage, and a reminder of the cost of venturing into the beyond.
Some scenes from the movie Event Horizon written by A.I.
Scene 1
### Screenplay: Event Horizon – Awakening
**FADE IN:**
EXT. SPACE – THE LEWIS AND CLARK – DAY
A sleek rescue vessel, the Lewis and Clark, glides silently against the backdrop of stars. Its destination unknown, its purpose shrouded in mystery.
CUT TO:
INT. LEWIS AND CLARK – BRIEFING ROOM – DAY
The crew, a mix of seasoned astronauts and scientists, gather around a holographic display. CAPTAIN MILLER, a stern yet compassionate leader, addresses the team.
CAPTAIN MILLER
(to the crew)
In 2040, humanity achieved what was once thought impossible. The Event Horizon, our first ship capable of faster-than-light travel, disappeared without a trace. Our mission is to find her and bring her home.
DR. WEIR, the ship’s designer, steps forward, revealing haunting images of the Event Horizon.
DR. WEIR
(solemnly)
The Event Horizon was my masterpiece. She was designed to explore the farthest reaches of our universe. Instead, she vanished into the unknown. We must uncover what happened.
LIEUTENANT STARCK, the ship’s second-in-command, scans the crew, noting their unease.
LIEUTENANT STARCK
(determined)
We’ve trained for anomalies, for the unexpected. Whatever the Event Horizon has become, we’ll face it together.
The crew exchanges determined looks, a silent agreement forming among them.
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EXT. SPACE – THE LEWIS AND CLARK – DAY
As the Lewis and Clark accelerates, the stars stretch into lines, the ship disappearing into the void.
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INT. LEWIS AND CLARK – CORRIDOR – DAY
The crew moves through the ship, each lost in thought. TECHNICIAN PETERS, a young but brilliant engineer, speaks up, breaking the silence.
TECHNICIAN PETERS
(quietly, to anyone listening)
What if the Event Horizon found something out there? Something… waiting.
COOPER, the ship’s pilot, laughs off the tension.
COOPER
(jokingly)
Then we’ll invite it for dinner. Just hope it’s not hungry for astronauts.
The crew chuckles, the mood lightening for a moment.
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INT. LEWIS AND CLARK – BRIDGE – DAY
The crew takes their positions, preparing for the final approach. Captain Miller stands at the forefront, eyes fixed on the void ahead.
CAPTAIN MILLER
(steadfast)
Whatever darkness the Event Horizon has encountered, we’ll bring her light. For humanity, for science, for those we’ve lost. Engage.
The Lewis and Clark surges forward, disappearing into the abyss as the screen fades to black.
### FADE OUT.
**END OF CHAPTER 1 SCENE**
Scene 2
**Screenplay Title: “Event Horizon: The Abyss Beyond”**
**Scene: Through the Void**
**INT. LEWIS AND CLARK – BRIDGE – NIGHT**
*The bridge is dimly lit, filled with the hum of computers and the soft beeping of the navigation system. CAPTAIN MILLER, a seasoned astronaut in his late 40s with a calm demeanor, stands before a holographic display of space, showing their trajectory towards the Event Horizon’s last known coordinates. DR. WEIR, the ship’s designer, in his early 50s, slightly disheveled but brilliant, is by his side, visibly anxious. The rest of the crew, LT. STARCK, COOPER, PETERS, SMITH, and JUSTIN, are at their stations, focused on their tasks.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(to the crew)
Alright, team, we’re approaching the coordinates. Stay sharp, we don’t know what we’re dealing with yet.
**DR. WEIR**
(under his breath)
She’s out there… somewhere.
**LT. STARCK**
(checking her console)
Captain, we’re starting to get some unusual readings from the instruments. Magnetic fields are fluctuating wildly.
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(frowning)
On screen. Let’s see what we’re walking into.
*The main screen flickers and displays the chaotic magnetic readings. Suddenly, a ghostly image of a ship appears, then vanishes.*
**COOPER**
(startled)
Did you all see that?
**PETERS**
(adjusting her sensors)
There was a blip, but it’s gone now. Could be a glitch.
**DR. WEIR**
(intensely)
No, that’s her. The Event Horizon. She’s reaching out to us.
**SMITH**
(sarcastic)
Great, a ghost ship. That’s all we need.
*The ship suddenly shakes, lights flicker. Everyone braces themselves.*
**JUSTIN**
(worried)
We’re hitting some sort of gravitational waves. It’s like… space is bending around us.
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(steadying himself)
Ride it out. Keep your eyes on the screens. Whatever’s out there, we need to see it before it sees us.
**DR. WEIR**
(more to himself)
It’s not what’s out there… It’s what’s in there.
*The turbulence subsides. Everyone exhales, relieved but tense.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(To Dr. Weir)
Doctor, you better start talking. What exactly did you build?
**DR. WEIR**
(eyes haunted)
A doorway, Captain. But I’m beginning to fear where it leads.
*The screen flickers again, and this time, the image of the Event Horizon stabilizes, ominous and silent against the backdrop of stars.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(resolute)
There she is. Prepare to dock. Whatever this ship has been through, we’re about to find out.
*The crew looks at each other, a mix of fear and determination in their eyes as the Lewis and Clark approaches the ghostly vessel.*
**CUT TO BLACK.**
—
*This scene sets the stage for the chilling mystery and eerie atmosphere that will define the rest of the screenplay, as the crew of the Lewis and Clark embarks on a mission that will test their sanity and their very souls.*
Scene 3
### Screenplay: Event Horizon – “Ghost Ship”
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – MAIN CORRIDOR – DAY**
*The Lewis and Clark crew, led by CAPTAIN MILLER, steps into the eerie silence of the Event Horizon’s main corridor. The walls are lined with frost, and the lighting flickers ominously. DR. WEIR, the ship’s designer, follows closely, visibly anxious.*
**MILLER**
*(scanning the area)*
This place is a tomb.
**COOPER**
*(nervously joking)*
Yeah, but a really big tomb. You know, with possibly undead space mummies.
*The crew ignores COOPER’s attempt at humor, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.*
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – BRIDGE – DAY**
*The crew enters the bridge, finding controls smeared with dried blood, but no bodies. LT. STARCK, the second in command, accesses the ship’s log.*
**STARCK**
*(frustrated)*
The logs are encrypted. It’s going to take time to crack this.
**DR. WEIR**
Let me. This was my design, after all.
*WEIR starts working on the logs. The rest of the crew explores the bridge, uneasy.*
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – MEDICAL BAY – DAY**
*SMITH and PETERS find the medical bay. Instruments are scattered everywhere. Blood coats the walls and operating table.*
**PETERS**
*(horrified)*
What happened here?
*SMITH notices something on the ground, picks it up – it’s a human tooth.*
**SMITH**
Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – CORRIDOR – DAY**
*The crew regroups, walking through another corridor. Suddenly, CAPTAIN MILLER stops dead in his tracks, staring ahead.*
**MILLER**
Did you see that?
**WEIR**
See what?
*MILLER moves forward to inspect but finds nothing.*
**MILLER**
I thought I saw… never mind. Let’s keep moving.
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – ENGINE ROOM – DAY**
*The crew finally reaches the engine room. The gravity drive, a massive, spinning orb, sits in the center, dormant but menacing.*
**DR. WEIR**
*(in awe)*
The heart of the Event Horizon. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?
**MILLER**
*(grim)*
She’s a nightmare. What happened here, Weir?
*WEIR looks at the gravity drive, then at MILLER, his expression unreadable.*
**DR. WEIR**
I wish I knew, Captain. I wish I knew.
*The crew looks around the engine room, the weight of the unknown pressing down on them. The scene fades as their flashlights reveal more bloodstains leading into the shadows.*
**FADE OUT.**
—
*This scene sets the tone for the horror and mystery that permeates the Event Horizon, introducing the audience to the initial exploration of the ghost ship and the unsettling discoveries that await the crew.*
Scene 4
### Screenplay: Event Horizon – The Dark Frontier
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – ENGINE ROOM – NIGHT**
*The dimly lit, cavernous engine room of the Event Horizon hums with an eerie, unnatural energy. The core of the experimental engine pulsates with a dark light. CAPTAIN MILLER, DR. WEIR, and LT. STARCK stand before it, dwarfed by its magnitude, their faces etched with a mix of fascination and fear.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(gravely)*
This is it, the heart of the beast.
**DR. WEIR**
*(almost whispering, entranced)*
It’s beautiful… The Event Horizon was designed to explore the very fabric of the universe, to go beyond the boundaries of human experience.
**LT. STARCK**
*(nervously)*
And into what? This doesn’t feel like science. It feels… darker.
*A sudden, low vibration emanates from the core, catching them off-guard. A series of haunting, indistinct whispers fill the air, sending chills down their spines.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(determined)*
Whatever this ship has touched, it brought something back with it. Dr. Weir, how do we shut it down?
**DR. WEIR**
*(distracted, almost in a trance)*
Shut it down? The possibilities this represents…
**LT. STARCK**
*(interrupting, firm)*
Possibilities? Look around, Doctor. This isn’t discovery, it’s a nightmare.
*As they argue, the core flares, projecting ghostly images of the previous crew enduring unspeakable horrors. The visions are brief but terrifying.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(shaken but resolute)*
No more deaths. We end this now. Dr. Weir, I need you to find a way to shut it off.
*Dr. Weir reluctantly nods, tearing his gaze from the core. The whispers grow louder, almost pleading, as they start to devise a plan.*
**CUT TO:**
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – CORRIDOR – NIGHT**
*The team cautiously moves through the ship’s corridor, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on them. Each turn feels like a descent further into darkness.*
**LT. STARCK**
*(whispering to Captain Miller)*
Do you think we can really trust the ship’s tech to get us out of here?
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(grimly)*
We have to. It’s not just about us anymore. Whatever this thing is, we can’t let it reach Earth.
*The corridor seems to stretch endlessly, the shadows playing tricks on their eyes. Suddenly, a loud bang echoes through the metal walls, halting their progress.*
**DR. WEIR**
*(startled, then regaining composure)*
This ship is testing us, playing with us. But we can’t let it win.
*The team presses on, the weight of their mission and the darkness of the Event Horizon bearing down on them.*
**CUT TO:**
*The scene fades out, leaving a sense of impending doom and the question of whether they can truly escape the horrors that the Event Horizon has unleashed.*
### FADE OUT.
Scene 5
### Screenplay: Event Horizon – Echoes of the Past
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – CORRIDOR – NIGHT**
*The flickering lights cast long shadows as CAPTAIN MILLER and DR. WEIR move cautiously through the corridor. The silence is oppressive, the tension palpable.*
**DR. WEIR**
*(whispering)*
This is where the logs are stored. If there’s any explanation, it’ll be here.
*They reach a door labeled “Data Core”. DR. WEIR inputs a code, and the door slides open with a hiss.*
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – DATA CORE – CONTINUOUS**
*The room is filled with screens and data banks. DR. WEIR heads straight to a console and starts typing rapidly.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(impatiently)*
What are we looking for?
**DR. WEIR**
Anything that can tell us what happened here.
*The screen flickers and a video log starts to play. The CREW of the Event Horizon appear, visibly distressed, their eyes hollow.*
**EVENT HORIZON CREW MEMBER #1**
*(on screen, panicked)*
It’s in the ship with us… we can’t escape it…
*Suddenly, the screen scrambles, showing brief flashes of horror – screams, blood, and an indescribable darkness.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(horrified)*
What the hell was that?
*DR. WEIR is pale, shaken.*
**DR. WEIR**
The ship… it passed through something… something otherworldly. It brought something back with it.
*They hear a noise behind them and turn sharply. Nothing there. They look back at the screen, but it’s now showing static.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(determined)*
We need to get off this ship. Now.
**DR. WEIR**
*(obsessed)*
No, there’s more here. We need to understand, to see what they saw.
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(grabbing DR. WEIR)*
That madness took them, and it won’t take us. We’re leaving.
*They exit the Data Core, but as they leave, the screen flickers back to life, showing an unknown, terrifying dimension, whispering promises of knowledge and power.*
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS**
*As they make their way back, the ship seems to come alive with whispers and shadows dancing just out of sight. DR. WEIR keeps glancing back, drawn to the darkness they’re trying to escape.*
**DR. WEIR**
*(muttering to himself)*
What are you?
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(urgently)*
Weir! Focus. We need to survive this.
*They continue, but it’s clear the ship isn’t done with them yet. The echoes of the past cling to them, a haunting reminder of the horror that awaits those who delve too deep into the unknown.*
**FADE OUT.**
Scene 6
### Screenplay: Event Horizon – The Heart of Darkness
**INT. EVENT HORIZON – ENGINE ROOM – NIGHT**
*The engine room is bathed in an eerie glow, casting long shadows that seem to move of their own accord. The core of the engine pulses with a dark energy, its hum resonating through the metal walls. DR. WILLIAM WEIR, the creator of the Event Horizon, stands in awe, his eyes reflecting the sinister light.*
*CAPTAIN MILLER, hardened and skeptical, confronts WEIR, his voice a mixture of fear and determination.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(urgently)*
Weir, whatever this thing is, it’s not just a ship. It’s alive, feeding on us. We need to shut it down, now!
*WEIR, entranced by the core, turns slowly to face MILLER, a twisted smile on his lips.*
**DR. WEIR**
But don’t you see, Miller? It’s magnificent. It’s a gateway to unimaginable power, to places beyond our wildest dreams.
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(angrily)*
It’s a gateway to hell! We’ve lost half the crew already. We’re not explorers of the beyond; we’re just trying to survive this nightmare.
*An ominous rumbling shakes the room. LT. STARCK, the ship’s navigator, enters, her face pale with terror.*
**LT. STARCK**
Captain, the ship… it’s changing. The corridors, they’re shifting. It’s like it’s trying to trap us here.
*The core pulses faster, its light growing more intense. WHISPERS fill the air, the voices of the lost crew, seductive and menacing.*
**DR. WEIR**
*(to Miller, hypnotically)*
Join us, Miller. Embrace the darkness. It’s the only way.
*MILLER steps forward, gripping a makeshift weapon. His eyes are determined, a man pushed to the brink.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(defiantly)*
No. We end this, here and now.
*The scene builds to a climax as MILLER charges at WEIR, the whispers crescendo into screams. The engine core explodes in a blinding flash of light, throwing them back.*
*Silence. The light fades, revealing MILLER and STARCK, battered but alive. WEIR is gone, consumed by his creation.*
**LT. STARCK**
*(in disbelief)*
Is it over?
*MILLER looks around the now quiet engine room, the darkness receding.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
*(grimly)*
For now. Let’s shut this thing down for good and get the hell out of here.
*They move to the engine controls, their actions deliberate. The ship groans as if in protest, but slowly, the sinister glow fades to black.*
**FADE OUT.**
Scene 7
### Screenplay: Event Horizon: Fracture
**FADE IN:**
INT. EVENT HORIZON – MAIN CORRIDOR – NIGHT
*The flickering lights cast long shadows as DR. WILLIAM WEIR, late 40s, disheveled and on edge, paces back and forth. CAPTAIN MILLER, early 40s, authoritative and composed, stands firm, confronting Weir.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(urgently)
Weir, you’ve seen what this ship does. It’s not just metal and wires. It’s alive, feeding on us.
*Weir stops pacing, his gaze distant yet fixated on some unseen horror.*
**DR. WEIR**
(whispering)
It showed me things, Miller. Things you can’t imagine. It’s not the ship; it’s what lies beyond it.
*LT. STARCK, late 30s, pragmatic and focused, interjects, holding a makeshift weapon defensively.*
**LT. STARCK**
And what? We just give in to it? There has to be a way to fight it, to disconnect the core.
*Weir laughs, a sound devoid of any humor.*
**DR. WEIR**
(dismissive)
Disconnect? You don’t disconnect from hell.
*Suddenly, the ship groans ominously, as if in response. The crew members glance nervously around.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(sternly)
We’re not giving up. Weir, you designed this… thing. You must know how to stop it.
*Weir’s expression shifts, a mix of realization and despair.*
**DR. WEIR**
(softly)
There is one way. But it requires a sacrifice. A soul for a soul.
*The crew exchanges uneasy looks, understanding the gravity of Weir’s words.*
**LT. STARCK**
(determined)
Then we draw straws. No one gets left behind, not without a fight.
*Miller nods in agreement, a determined resolve setting on his features.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(earnestly)
We all knew the risks coming here. If it means stopping this nightmare, so be it. Prepare the core. Weir, you guide us.
*Weir nods reluctantly, the weight of his creation’s consequences bearing down on him.*
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INT. EVENT HORIZON – ENGINE ROOM – NIGHT
*The engine pulses with an eerie glow, the core’s hum resonating through the room. The crew, tense and prepared for what comes next, stands ready.*
**CAPTAIN MILLER**
(to the crew)
Whatever happens, remember why we’re here. For Earth. For humanity.
*The crew members, despite their fear, nod in solidarity.*
**DR. WEIR**
(solemnly)
Once I start this, there’s no turning back. Are we ready?
*Miller gives a final nod, and Weir begins the process to disable the core, his hands steady yet filled with trepidation.*
**CUT TO BLACK.**
### END OF SCENE
