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Act 1, Chapter 1
Fossil Hunters
Dyrus sends Zig, Beht and Gorrik to go hunting for Spectrobe fossils. The three of them track down Kamtoga for answers on where to locate some.
1, SPACE
A view of the Kaio System.
DYRUS (V.O): Just over a month ago, these two space officers wound up here in the Kaio system. It was a pretty lucky accident since they cleared off a good majority of the Krawl with their Spectrobes n’ whatnot, knowing how they eat up our planets here… And now that they’ve done their work and gone on back to their homestar, us Kaio dwellers can continue our lives as normal.
2, DYRUS’ CAMP - DAY
Inside Dyrus’ office. Dyrus paces around and Zig, Beht and Gorrik sit on the couch.
SUBTITLE: Dyrus’ Camp, Menahat
DYRUS(CONT’D): Now, not that I knew much of him, but over 30 years ago, I grew up knowing a Spectrobe Master. He was a friend of this guy named Kamtoga.
ZIG: A friend of who?
DYRUS: Hm… You can ask that eccentric, skinny explorer. I heard him speak of the man once or twice.
BEHT: What, Neal? I mean no disrespect – heh heh, really! – but that dumb-luck explorer could be anywhere.
DYRUS: Then, you ask one of the workers here about him.
BEHT: (Under his breath) Whew, fat chance.
GORRIK: (To Dyrus) Yep! Got it! So, why d’you want us to meet this Kamtoga guy, anyway?
DYURS: Why? Well, I want him to give you the best location for finding some of those Spectrobe fossils. And since there’s no real threat of Krawl here, what use do Spectrobes have now? You give ‘em to me, you do the math. Now, go!
GOONS: You got it, Boss!
3, KAMTOGA’S CAMP - NIGHT
Auroras fill up the sky and snow sprinkles all around. The camp is empty, but the lights inside of the cabins are lit. Neal sits in the snow, all tied up with rope. Gorrik and Beht confront him.
GORRIK: Alrighty, little explorer! Is this really the right place?
NEAL: I-It is! I promise!
BEHT: Well, it better be. ‘Cause you won’t like what we’ll do to you if we found out you lied, heh heh…
GORRIK: Yeah! We’ll treat you the way the boss treats us when we’re disobedient! And lemme tell ya! It’ll hurt ya! Pain ya! Make you a bedwetter for three weeks straight, yo!
NEAL: R-Really, this is it! You’ll probably find a big, beardy guy in one of the houses – that’s Kamtoga!
ZIG: Probably, eh? Which one?
NEAL: S-Second to the left…
ZIG: Hm. If ya say so.
BEHT: (Reminiscing) Ahh… This is just like back in the Great Desert. Nostalgic, eh Neal?
NEAL: H-Haha… Y-Yeah…!
ZIG (O.S): Hey, listen here!
Zig listens through the door
ZIG: Sounds like someone hittin’ a sandbag in there. Thats some big n’ beardy activity, alright. Beht! It’s time!
BEHT: You’re the boss!
Inside Kamtoga’s room, Kamtoga punches his sandbag. Beht looks fearfully through the door’s crack. He knocks on the door.
The door slides open. Beht fixes his posture.
BEHT: Ahem… Hey there, Mr Kamtoga.
KAMTOGA: Oh, hello? Well! I wasn’t… expecting any visitors today. What brings you here, young fella?
BEHT: Well, I heard a thing or two about you from an explorer… Neal was his name.
KAMTOGA: Neal, you say? You actually managed to catch him? Hahaha!
BEHT: I guess you could say that… Anyways, he told me you knew about these Spectrobe creatures. That you’ve had some hands-on experience with them back in the day.
KAMTOGA: Did he, now?
BEHT: Yeah. And I’m curious to know all about them. Guess you could call me a history enthusiast. What’ve you got?
KAMTOGA: Come inside. We’ll chat there.
Back outside of Kamtoga’s house, Gorrik sits down with Neal. By the door, Zig stands guard, trying to listen to Beht and Kamtoga inside.
GORRIK: WOW, Neal! How does a skinny nerdling like you even do that, yo?
NEAL: I dunno. Now that I think of it… that really does make me seem crazy!
Zig starts to look annoyed.
GORRIK: If you were able to hang onto a cliff for that long, you must have INSANE upper-body strength! It makes me almost jealous. Green with envy!
NEAL: Actually, I was being held by a rope, which was the one holding onto the cliff. It still hurt a lot, but – oh! – that view at the end of it all!
Zig looks a little more annoyed.
GORRIK: Oh Neal! I thought you were just some dumb, nerdy explorer but you sure are quite the storyteller.
NEAL: R-Really? Me? Gosh! Nobody ever listens to my stories.
ZIG: (Whispering) Like damn schoolboys, them.
GORRIK: Hey Zig! I think this Neal guy would make a great addition to the team! Don’tcha think? Yeah?
ZIG: Hell no.
GORRIK: Aww… How come?
ZIG: It’s– …Man’s a disaster magnet. We’d be dead in a week if he stays with us any longer!
GORRIK: That’s too bad! Neal seems cool!
ZIG: (Sigh) Y’know Gorrik, I was damn right to leave ya to stall them space officers back then. I just knew you’d get distracted with this guy!
GORRIK: You DO have a point. But, how about we see how Neal feels about joining in?
Zig crosses his arms.
GORRIK: Say, Neal! Does a life of treasure hunting, spying, and stealing sound good to you? Sure, you might end up with a criminal record, and a beatdown every two days, but you get to work for the most amazing boss in the galaxy! It’s the deal of a lifetime!
NEAL: N-No thanks.
GORRIK:: Welp, guess that’s his answer, then! Bummer! What a real letdown!
ZIG: (Sigh) Finally. Now, you two better shut up! I’m tryin’a listen out for what’s goin’ on in there.
GORRIK: Alrighty!
Zig brings his ear close to the door.
BEHT (O.S): Fossils huh? You know where they might be found?
KAMTOGA (O.S): Ah… Now that’s tough. Ya need a Spectrobe of your own to do the searching.
BEHT (O.S): Well, that’s no good, is it? What kind of areas would you find them buried in, then?
KAMTOGA (O.S): Basically anywhere, ‘slong as there’s dirt. …Let me show you.
Zig’s face lightens up.
ZIG: It’s time!
From inside Kamtoga's room… Kamtoga opens the door. Behind him, Beht fist pumps lightly.
Oh really, now? You sure you can’t just dig them up yourself?
KAMTOGA: And why in the world would you do that?
NEAL:
…
ZIG: .
KAMTOGA: You’d be better off with cops ‘round here than with me, son. Best you leave while you still can.
Kamtoga cracks his knuckles.
BEHT: (To Zig) Look, this guy smacked down whole Krawl armies 30 years ago. Maybe we don’t stand a chance.
…
BEHT: (Whispering) Psst! Hey Zig, I REALLY don’t think we’ll cut it against this guy!
ZIG: Ah man, you might actually be right. We’re bruised up enough already. Let’s scram!
BEHT: Yessir. Gorrik, you’re on your own!
Zig and Beht run away.
GORRIK: HUH?! Aww c’mon, don’t leave! You guys’re just scared!
Blah blah
DYRUS: So, the three of you imbeciles have the audacity to waltz back into my office, having returned with damn all, except for a couple of lousy bruises!
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