SHADOW OF THE CONDOR
BY JOHN M. T'LUSTACHOWSKI
SNAKE MOUNTAIN. EXT. NIGHT
START WITH A LONG PAN OF THE MOUNTAIN RANGE, THEN SEVERAL LOUD EXPLOSIONS. WE THEN SEE THE WARBIRD ARC OVERHEAD INTO VIEW, FIRING ON THE NIGHTMARISH SPIRE. LASERS AND FLAK CANNONS ALL RETURN FIRE, AS WE SEE SEVERAL AIRCRAFT CLOSE IN.
SNAKE MOUNTAIN TAKES SEVERAL HITS, AND A FEW LARGE EXPLOSIONS SHAKE THE DARK MONUMENT. GUNS CONTINUE TO STROBE THE AIR PIERCING THE NIGHT. THICK PLUMES OF SMOKE RISE FROM THE AREAS HARDEST HIT.
CUT TO THE COCKPIT WHERE WE SEE A VERY ANGRY TYLER LINING UP ANOTHER FACE SHOT AT SNAKE MOUNTAIN.
Payback time, Skeletor!
Now that I know where to find you!
WE CUT TO HIS RADAR AS A SERIES OF BLIPS APPEAR. THE COMPUTER DRAWS A QUICK OUTLINE SKETCH OF 3 FRIGHT FIGHTERS ESCORTING A DOOMBUSTER BOMBER.
O.k. boys! Come and get it!
THE WARBIRD ARCS AT THE APPROACHING SQUADRON. LASERS ARC PAST THE WINDOW AS THE WARBIRD FLIES THROUGH THE TIGHT FORMATION, BLASTING THE FLIGHT LEADER HEAD ON.
AS THE WARBIRD COMES AROUND, IT LINES UP ANOTHER SLOW TURN FRIGHT FIGHTER AND BLOWS IT OUT OF THE SKY.
TYLER THEN TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO THE HULKING BOMBER ON APPRAOCH TO LAND. WE CUT TO THE WAISTGUNNERS P.O.V. AS HE FIRES HIS HEAVY GUN AT THE WARBIRD COMING IN FROM THE REAR.
WE CUT CLOSE UP TO THE WARBIRD'S MULTI-BARREL CANNON AS IT FIRES CONVENTIONAL ROUNDS AT THE BOMBER.
ITS WING ENGINE BURSTS INTO FLAME, AS HE SEES THE BOMBER LIMP ASIDE AND VEER OFF.
Now, if there are no more interruptions…
Watch the birdie!
CUT TO EXT. CLOSE UP OF TYLER'S CAMERA AS IT TAKES X-RAY PHOTOGRAPHS OF SNAKE MOUNTAIN.
CUT TO THE WARBIRD AS IT BREAKS OFF, AND HEADS BACK SOUTH TO CASTLE GREYSKULL. WE HOLD ON THE SMOLDERING SNAKE MOUNTAIN FOR A MOMENT LONGER.
CUT TO THE WARBIRD AS IT LANDS IN THE OPEN HEAD OF CASTLE GREYSKULL. AS THE DOME CLOSES, FADE.
INT. CASTLE GREYSKULL. DAY.
IN THE WARNIRD HANGAR, TYLER EMERGES FROM THE COCKPIT AND CLIMBS DOWN. HE THEN OPENS THE CAMERA CYLINDER AND REMOVES THE FILM FOR PROCESSING.
WE FOLLOW TYLER INTO A RED LIGHT DARKROOM, WHERE HE TOSSES IN THE FILM, AND SHIFTS IT AROUND IN THE CHEMICAL PAN. AFTER A FEW MINUTES, WE SEE HIM HANGING THEM ON THE LINE TO DRY.
CUT TO TYLER, AS HE TAKES THEN IN A FOLDER TO ZOAR'S LAB DOWNSTAIRS. HE SITS AT THE COMPUTER TERMINAL AND TYPES A FEW KEYS. NEXT TO HIM IS THE PARTIALLY DISASSEMBLED ROBOT, FAKOR, HOOKED UP TO TYLER'S MACHINES.
AS TYLER SIPS THE CUP OF COFFEE, HE EXAMINES THE SCREEN. HE LOOKS AT THE X-RAY PHOTOGRAPHS.
O.K. chuckles, what can you tell me about the lay out of the dump?
THE COMPUTER ENHANCES THE PHOTOS, SHOWING ACCESS TUNNELS, ARMORED SHELTERS, POWER CONDUITS, AND OF COURSE WEAPON INSTALLATIONS.
Pretty well defended.
This isn't going to be as easy as I thought…
I thought I smelled coffee.
I made you a cup. It's over on the counter.
Cream no sugar.
What are you doing?
Our little friend here is going to be the second biggest mistake Skeletor ever made.
And what was the first?
He got me mad at him.
Where did you get these photos?
I stopped by Snake Mountain to thank him for you-know-who, here.
I lucked out that the Warbird had X-Ray film loaded in the camera from the test flight.
Unfortunately I can't get any of that stuff anymore.
When did you go there?
You were still asleep.
'Bout an hour ago.
(LOOKING DEEP INTO HIS EYES)
Let's just say, I've been having trouble sleeping recently.
Then perhaps now is not the ideal time to tell you…
Tell me what?
Orko coming over?
ZOAR SITS ON HIS LAP, AND WRAPS HER ARMS AROUND HIS NECK. SHE SMILES DOWN AT HIM.
I have a…surprise for you.
From the Mysterious Sorceress of Greyskull, huh?
This ought to be good!
No, it might help to just think of me as a woman…
Well, that's easy enough.
What is it?
ZOAR SMILES AND IS ABOUT TO BUST OUT LAUGHING. UNABLE TO SPEAK, SHE BEGINS SWAYINGHER ARMS, LIKE A CRADLE. IT SINKS IN.
In the Spring.
Are you sure…I mean…you're sure…right?
Of course I'm sure!
I don't need to be the Sorceress to figure this one out!
Oh Angel, I love you!
And I'm so proud of you!
I love you too, John…
So we're going to have a little Sorceress girl here running around, huh?
I mean, we're going to keep her, right?
You're not going to like quote some Greyskull Law that we have to give her away or anything, right?
No. The child shall be ours alone.
And do you know what the best part is…?
I don’t know the mystic explanation for it, but you have done something unprecedented. And I am going to be the first Sorceress in the history of Castle Greyskull to bear a son.
Another little Tyler runnin' around!
Are you sure, Angel?
Again with the 'are you sures'!
YES! I am certain!
We're going to have a son.
Oh…what are we going to call him?
We need a name…
I think we have some time for that!
What about after my father…Robert Tyler?
You never told me much about your past…
What kind of man was he?
I…don't remember too much about him.
His F-4 was shot down over Viet Nam in 1972.
All I have are childhood memories…
There's an old saying, that in peace, sons bury their fathers.
In war, fathers bury their sons…
That name is unsuitable.
It carries with it, too many painful memories, my love.
How about your middle name?
All right, that sounds pretty good…
I love you.
SNAKE MTN. INT. DAY.
WE PAN TOWARDS THE HANGAR BAY, AS GLEAMING SPOTLIGHTING REFLECT OFF THE PARTIALLY ASSEMBLED PLANE. THE TWIN FUSELAGE FIGHTER LOOKS LIKE AN EVIL TWIN BROTHER OF THE WARBIRD, AS DOZENS OF SKELETOR'S BEST TECHNICIANS CONTINUE THE ASSEMBLY.
WE SEE BANDS OF HIGH-DENSITY AMMUNITION BEING LOADED INTO THE CANNON BAYS AS THE SKELETAL WINGS ARE LOWERED INTO PLACE. WELDERS ARE ATTACHING ARMOURED PLATES AS SPARKS FLY.
AS WE TRACK THE CAMERA DOWN ALONG THE OPEN COCKPIT, WE SEE THE CHROME NAME OF THE PLANE.
WE THEN CUT TO A GRAINY, JERKY, COMPUTER-ENHANCED IMAGE OF THE WARBIRD, AS A MISSILE FOLLOWS IT, AND IT BURSTS INTO FLAMES.
WE THEN CUT BACK TO TRAP-JAW STRAPPED TO A LARGE COMPUTER SIMULATION. HONING HIS SKILLS.
Good shooting, Trap-Jaw!
You downed the Warbird in only fifteen seconds!
I can do it in ten…
Reset the computer.
That was maximum difficulty!
This Tyler-guy ain't gonna know what hit 'im!
I have no intention of underestimating him.
Start the simulation…NOW!
AGAIN WE CUT TO CHOPPY ANIMATION AS THE WARBIRD IS BLASTED FROM THE FRONT AFTER ONLY A FEW SECONDS OF FLIGHT TIME. FADE.
CASTLE GREYSKULL. EXT. DAY.
THE DOME OF CASTLE GREYSKULL IS OPENED AS TYLER LIES UNDERNEATH THE WARBIRD CLOSING UP THE CAMERA DOME. HE HEARS HIGH-HEELED BOOTS.
Hand me the seven-sixteenth, will you Angel?
Here you go, darling!
Oh! Hiya, Teela.
I thought you were Zoar!
I assume she told you the good news?
Yes, isn't it wonderful?
Where is she?
She's still downstairs working on a
She should be up in a few minutes.
I have to talk to her!
I'm so happy for you both!
I'm kind of looking forwards to the little bambino myself!
Is there something else on your mind?
I…kind of…think I should tell this to the Sorceress.
No offense, but it's a girl thing…
Or…actually…maybe you would be a better choice to tell this too.
I mean, you're a man, right?
'Last time I checked!
I'm sorry, but, Sorcerer, be honest with me: Am I…pretty?
You're kidding, right?
No, I'm serious.
Do you think I'm pretty?
What are they out of mirrors over in Palace Eternia?
Of course you are! You're beautiful!
You…really mean that?
You feel like telling me what this is really about, Teela?
Well for the longest time, I've always had…feelings for Adam…
I mean Prince Adam…
Well, I just don't feel like I know how to get him to notice me anymore.
I mean, I'm not getting any younger. I don't know what to do.
I don't want him to think I'm after him because he's the Prince, because I'm not. I just want him to take some real interest in me.
Teela, first off, you're kind of hard NOT to notice!
And secondly, all I can recommend for getting noticed, is simply being alone together more.
Go out for walks, picnics, dinner.
No, I've tried all that.
It never works out…
No, I don't mean with your father and with Orko! I mean alone together.
When I was courting Zoar I made a point of it to be alone together.
That's when you can begin to express how you really feel.
Yes, that's good advice.
Oh I'm so happy for you!
Actually, I'm really quite envious!
Why, thank you, Teela.
Do you really think it'll work?
Not if you don't try…
You're right, Sorceress.
I'll make a dinner-date with him for tonight.
I know a quiet place near the coast.
It'll be perfect…
Oh, and Teela, one more thing: Lose the battle-armor!
Wear a nice dress! Speaking from experience, a guy can not resist a nice dress!
Or so I heard!
See you later.
Goodbye, both of you!
I'll let you know how it turned out.
And good luck!
*AHEM!* Now, then…Just what nice dress couldn't you resist…?
That was six hundred years ago…
Oh, by the way…breakfast is ready…
I'll be right there.
INT. SNAKE MOUNTAIN DAY.
CUT TO THE HANGAR OF SNAKE MOUNTAIN. AS WE SEE A CLOSE UP OF FINAL ASSEMBLY. THE AIRBRUSH SPRAYS THE DEADLY SUPER-FIGHTER WITH RED ENAMEL PAINT.
WE THEN SEE TECHS AS THEY BRING IN THE HEAT-SEKKING MISSILES, AND ATTACH THEN TO THE CONDOR'S WING. THEY CLOSE THE GUN HATCHES, DUPLICATING THE WARBIRDS MULTI-BARREL CANNON PERFECTLY.
ENTER TRI-KLOPS, TRAP-JAW, AND SKELETOR.
I still think that this is unwise: We should wait until more of these planes are ready.
Then attack in force.
We don't have that kind of time.
If Tyler is attacking Snake Mountain Proper, we risk losing everything if we wait.
My squadron will be nearby if you get in over your head.
Maybe we can flush him out.
I still think you are making a mistake…
I have plenty of experienced pilots.
I need you here, developing those Nuclear weapons.
You are not expendable, Trap-Jaw…
I am as ready as I'll ever be.
Further preparation would only be a delay at this point.
I must face him…Alone.
He deserves me.
You sound as though you admire him…
Indeed I do.
Good luck, Commander.
Pre-launch countdown will commence in thirty minutes.
The First wave will be the Fighters.
We want to gain their attention, so we'll hit Kaitain first.
When they respond…and they will, you will be in position.
With this plane, you'll be on equal footing with the Warbird.
But you will have surprise on your side.
See you there.
I have never been one to believe in luck.
So I will not wish it upon you.
You are my best commander.
You will succeed.
Thank you, Lord Skeletor.
SKELETOR ACTUALLY DOES TRAP-JAW THE HONOR OF SHAKING HIS HAND, BEFORE TURNING AWAY AND HEADING TO THE COMMAND CHAMBER. TRAP-JAW CONSIDERS HIS HAND FOR A MOMENT, AND WATCHED SKELETOR DEPRT. THEN HE SNAPS A SMART MILITARY SALUTE, AS HE DONS HIS HELMET, AND CLIMBS UP THE LADDER TO HIS WAITING PLANE.
WE TRACK THE CAMERA BACK TO THE COMMAND ROOM, BEHIND A LARGE SHATTER-PROOF PLANE OF GLASS, AS SKELETOR WATCHES THE CONDOR SLOWLY TAXI TOWARDS THE OPEN HANGAR DOORS.
You are my best…you will succeed…
Did you say something, Skeletor?
HOLD THE CAMERA ON SKELETOR AS HE WATCHES SILENTLY.
WE CUT TO AN EXTERIOR SHOT OF THE HANGAR BAY, AS TRI-KLOPS FRIGHT FIGHTERS TAKE-OFF, TWO BY TWO. AS THREE PAIRS OF FIGHTERS LINK UP, LAIDENED WITH BOMBS, THEN CUT BACK INSIDE.
WE NOW SEE THE CONDOR'S IMMENSITY, ITS WINGSPAN IS JUST SMALL ENOUGH TO FIT THROUGH THE MASSIVE DOOR. IT LOOKS THINNER AND MEANER THAN THE WARBIRD, AS IT TURNS TO LAUNCH POSITION. CUT TO AN INTERIOR SHOT OF TRAP-JAW AS HE HITS A FEW SWITCHES INCREASING THE POWER. THEN AS HE SLIDES THE THROTTLE FORWARDS, THE WHINE OF THE ENGINES TURNS INTO A NEAR DEAFENING ROAR.
ALL THE TECHNICIANS RECOIL AT THE SOUND. EVEN EVIL-LYNN, BEHIND THE GLASS COVERS HER EARS IN PAIN. SKELETOR STANDS MOTIONLESS, AS THE GROUND CREW CLEARS HIM TO LAUNCH.
THE CONDOR'S ENGINES FLARE A YELLOW GYSER OF FIRE, AS THE GRACEFUL WEAPON LEAPS INTO THE AIR. IT ARCS OVERHEAD FROM SNAKE MOUNTAIN, AND SOARS INTO THE CLOUDS. WE THEN SEE HER QUICKLY CATCH UP WITH TRI-KLOPS AND HIS SQUADRON. THE MAMMOTH AIRPLANE SPIRALS A VICTORY ROLL, AS TRAP-JAW SALUTES HIM FROM OUT HIS WINDOW, THEY TALK OVER THEIR RADIOS.
I never felt so much power! I'm actually fightin' it to stay this slow!
How's she handling?
Like a dream! And I'm only at about a third power.
Close up formation: We've just crossed the border.
I copy. I've just picked up a blip. About 500 miles out.
Your radar can see that far?
It's one of Randor's transports. A Free Trader.
Let's go have some fun.
Arming lasers, assume attack formation.
EXT. SKY. DAY.
WE CUT TO AN ENORMOUS, BLOATED CARGO SHIP. AS IT SLOWLY LUMBERS ALONG. IT IS AN OLD, DIRTY LOOKING WHALE OF A SHIP. WE CUT TO THE TINY WINDOWS UP FRONT, WHERE THE BRIDGE IS.
This is free trader Gilgamesh: Over quadrant K-21.
We are under attack! Does anybody copy?
This is Gilgamesh…
THE NEXT INSTANT, THE FRIGHT FIGHTERS COME IN, AND FIRE ON THE SLOW MOVING HULK. THEY WHIZ BY WITH DIZZYING SPEED.
WE CUT TO TRI-KLOPS POV AS HE FLIES PAST THE MASSIVE TRANSPORT FIRING AS IT GOES BY. FROM HERE WE GET TO SEE
JUST HOW BIG THIS SHIP REALLY IS. THE LASER SCORCH THE SURFACE, AS A PAIR OF SMALL TURRETS TRY TO RETURN FIRE.
CUT BACK TO THE DISTANCE, AS WE SEE SMALL EXPLOSIONS BREAKING OUT, AND A THICK, BLACK CLOUD OF SMOKE TRAILING IT, AS THE TINY FRIGHT FIGHTERS PRESS THE ATTACK.
CUT TO THE TOP AS ONE OF THE TORRETS IS HIT AND EXPLODES.
THEN BACK TO THE BRIDGE.
This is Free Trader Gilgamesh! Calling anyone!
Laser turrets not responding! This is Gilgamesh…
Forget it, Son!
It's over! Everyone to the escape pod!
AS THE FIGHTERS CONTINUE TO HIT THE GIGANTIC SHIP, WE SEE A SMALL RECTANGULAR ESCAPE SHIP JETISON FROM THE FRONT AND HEAD DOWN. THEN THE FIGHTERS BREAK OFF AS THE MUCH LARGER CONDOR CLOSES IN.
Are they away?
Let them go.
We want them to report.
All fighters break off. Let's see what this thing can do…
CUT TO AN EXTERIOR SHOT, AS THE CONDOR CLOSES IN FROM BEHIND, AND FIRES ITS HEAVY LASERS AT THE BURNING TRANSPORT. THE BURST SETS OFF A SERIES OF EXPLOSIONS THAT CONSUME THE GILGAMESH.
Scratch one free trader!
CUT BACK TO SKELETOR IN SNAKE MOUNTAIN AS HE LISTENS INTENTLY TO THE RADIO. THE VOICES ARE CRACKLING, AND HIS MONITORS SHOW NOTHING BUT STATIC. STAY WITH SKELETOR AS WE HEAR:
Close up formation, Tri-Klops: I've picked up another group of signals.
I see them.
About a hundred miles out.
Looks like enemy fighters out of Davon.
Confirmed, Fright-Fighter One:
Four Wind Raiders, and one Talon.
Prepare to engage.
CUT TO WIND RAIDERS AS THEY ASSUME STANDARD FLIGHT FORMATION. THEY HAVE THE ENEMY ON THEIR SCOPES. THE PILOTS ARE HELMETED ETERNIAN GUARDS.
WIND RAIDER PILOT
Talk to me Evans…What have we got?
Roger, I got 'em.
Seven aircraft, fifty miles out. Closing fast.
Six Fright Fighters and one Command ship.
WIND RAIDER PILOT
Roger, Talon One.
I'm gonna disperse us to take the Fright Fighters head on.
You got the leader. Raider Four, out.
Negative contact with Gilgamesh…
Alright, steady boys, here they come!
THE CONDOR LEAPS PAST THE TALON LIKE A BLUR OF MOTION LONG BEFORE THE FRIGHT FIGHTERS COME ANWHERE NEAR ENGAGING RANGE. IT THEN COMES BACK AROUND.
What the hell is that?
WIND RAIDER PILOT
It flew by us, like we were standing still!
Cut the channel all wings.
Davon patrol, engaging prototype aircraft.
WIND RAIDER PILOT
What the hell is it?
CUT BACK TO THE CONDOR AND TRAP-JAW'S P.O.V. AS HE WHIPS THE PLANE AROUND, AND BEGINS TO SHOOT THE SLOWER MOVING TALON IN THE REAR.
THE TALON TRIES TO PULL AWAY, BUT THE CONDOR EASILY KEEPS PACE, AND CONTINUES TO FIRE ITS RAPID-FIRE GUN INTO THE TALON UNTIL SMOKE APPEARS.
HAVING DISPATCHED THE WING-LEADER, TRAP-JAW BRINGS THE CONDOR TO BEAR ON THE EVEN SLOWER WIND RAIDER PATROL-CRAFT.
AS THEY TRY TO DISPERSE, TWO ARE PICKED OFF WITH ALMOST PITIFUL EASE. THE OTHER TWO TRY TO RUN, BUT BY NOW TRI-KLOPS AND HIS PLANES HAVE ARRIVED.
WIND RAIDER PILOT
Get down! Now!
THE FRIGHT FIGHTERS FIRE THEIR LASERS AND BLOW ONE OF THE ONES RUNNING OUT OF THE SKY. THEN AS THE LAST ONE TRIES TO ESCAPE, SEEING THE FRIGHT FIGHTERS IN THE DISTANCE SIGHS IN RELIEF. THEN HE GLANCES UP IN TERROR, AS HE IS SUDDENLY COVERED IN THE SHADOW OF THE CONDOR.
FADE TO WHITE.
EXT. GAP OF DAVON. DAY
WE CUT TO ETERNIAN DEFENSES AT THE GAP OF DAVON. AS PANIC ENSURES. RANDOR’S MEN IN ATAK TRAKS AND BATTLE RAMS PEPPER THE SKY WITH FIRE, AS THE ENEMY FRIGHT-FIGHTERS FLY OVERHEAD, DROPPING THEIR BOMBS.
SEVERAL TANKS AND GROUNDED AIRCRAFT EXPLODE, AS LARGE FIRES BEGIN TO ERUPT EVERYWHERE. MEN ON THE GROUND BEGIN TO FLEE AND PANIC.
CUT BACK TO TRAP-JAW IN HIS FIGHTER AS HER STRAFES A SLOW MOVING ATAK TRAK ON THE GROUND.
And where do you think you’re going?
CUT TO THE EXTERIOR SHOT, AS THE TANK EXPLODE. THEN TO AN EXTREME CLOSE UP OF TRAP-JAW’S EYES.
And where do you think you’re going?
CUT TO THE EXTERIOR SHOT, AS THE TANK EXPLODES. THEN TO AN EXTREME CLOSE UP OF TRAP-JAW’S EYES.
Come on, Tyler.
Where are you?
CUT BACK TO THE EXTERIOR AS THE GROUNDED PLANES BURN AND EXPLODE. THROUGH THE SMOKE, WE SEE THE ETERNIAN ROYAL BANNER SLOWLY FALL
FADE TO BLACK
CASTLE GREYSKULL. INT. DAY.
UNAWARE OF THE ENSUING CONFLICT, TYLER SITS AT HIS COMPUTER TERMINAL EXAMINING FAKOR'S VAST MEMORY FOR ANY INFORMATION THAT CAN AID HIM AGAINST SKELETOR.
You've been at this for hours…
What are you hoping to find?
Anything about Skeletor we can…
What is it?
Just a minute…
Oh my, God…
TYLER LEAPS TO HIS FEET, AS ZOAR LOOKS AFTER HIM, THEN TURNS TO THE COMPUTER MONITOR. ON THE SCREEN IN A SPLIT-SCREEN ARE SCHEMATICS OF THE WARBIRD, AS WE PAN INTO THE FLASHING RADIATION SYMBOL IN THE LOWER RIGHT CORNER.
What does it mean?
What are you doing?
TYLER IS PREPARING THE WARBIRD FOR DEPARTURE.
ZOAR IS NEAR PANIC, AS SHE WATCHES HIM INTENSELY PREPARING FOR BATTLE. AS SHE LOOKS AT HIM IN FEAR, THE COMMUNICATOR BUZZES. BOTH STOP, AND ARE SILENT FOR A MOMENT AS IT CONTINUES TO BUZZ. ALMOST IN SHOCK, ZOAR ANSWERS, AS WE SEE DUNCAN.
Sorceress, can you hear me?
What is wrong?
Is the Sorcerer there? We have a crisis situation! We've lost contact with a Free Trader over Kaitain an hour ago.
Thirty minutes ago, Davon patrol was attacked and destroyed by Fright Fighters and an unconfirmed report of a new secret weapon.
Ten minutes ago, Davon surveillance was bombed.
Can you assist us, Sorcerer?
We've captured a robot-assassin of Skeletor's.
It seems to have accessed my database.
With it, they may have been able to duplicate the Warbird-
That's not the worst of it.
If they have duplicated the Warbird, they may have been able to figure out its power source.
We can not let Skeletor develop Thermo-Nuclear Weapons.
Then that plane must be destroyed at once…
That’s not good enough.
We have to destroy his base, his facilities, his notes, and computer records.
I'll prepare the Wind Raider Core…
Under no circumstances launch anything against that plane.
Muster all the Bombers you've got to hit Snake Mountain, as soon as I give the all clear.
But surely we must…
I must face him….alone.
It's not your fault…
TYLER EXCHANGES A HARD GLANCE, AND KISSES HER CHEEK, DRYING A TEAR, AS HE CLIMBS INTO HIS WARBIRD AND SLOWLY BEGINS TO LIFT OFF. ZOAR TURNS BACK TO THE MONITOR IN FEAR.
Duncan, have you contacted Adam?
Perhaps He-Man can…
Adam and Teela aren't here. They left an hour ago.
I don't know where they went, but they left their communicator.
I hope they're alright…
FADE TO WHITE
EXT. SKY. DAY
CUT TO TYLER IN HIS WARBIRD, AS HE PASSES A SQUADRON OF RETREATING WIND RAIDERS. WE THEN CUT TO INTERIOR OF COCKPIT, AS HE TALKS WITH DUNCAN OVER HIS COMMUNICATIONS SYSTEM.
Roger, I see him. Six Fright-Fighters and one prototype.
About two hundred and fifty miles out.
Can you confirm its power source?
AS THE SORCERER IDENTIFIES THE CONDOR WITH HIS COMPUTER, WE SEE THE SMALL TELL-TALE NUCLEAR SYMBOL FLASHING IN THE CORNER…
CUT TO: EXTERIOR SHOT OF WARBIRD AS IT ACCELERATES.
CUT BACK TO THE ENEMY SQUADRON AS TRAP-JAW AND CREW PICK UP ON THE WARBIRD. FIRST WE CUT TO THE CONDOR, AS TRAP-JAW'S COMPUTER DRAWS THE WARBIRD, AND HE WARNS OFF HIS MEN.
Condor One to Snake Mountain Command: Sighted U.S.S. Warbird in quad K-24.
All Fright-Fighters return to base.
Trap-Jaw, no! Wait!
We still have twenty minutes of fuel left.
At least let us…
Return to base immediately- THAT'S AN ORDER!
All Fright-Fighters, form up on my wing.
Returning to base. Tri-Klops has the lead.
Good luck, Commander.
THE FRIGHT-FIGHTERS PEEL OFF AND HEAD FOR HOME, AS THE CRIMSON CONDOR ACCELERATES INTO THE CAMERA. THE FRIGHT-FIGHTERS DISAPPEAR IN THE DISTANCE.
It's between us alone now….
CUT BACK TO WARBIRD ONE, AS TYLER ARMS HIS WEAPONS. A WARNING BUZZER ALERTS HIM AS THE CONDOR CROSSES THE CRITICAL RANGE LINE OF 120 MILES. WE CUT TO TYLER AS HE SELECTS HIS AIM-54 PHOENIX MISSILE. WE CUT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE WARBIRD AS THE WHITE MISSILE, AS REALISTICALLY DRAWN AS POSSIBLE SLIDES OUT OF ITS METALLIC DEN.
Missile one armed.
Gridlocked 120 miles.
AS TYLER LAUNCHES THE IMMENSE PHOENIX MISSILE AT HIS TARGET WE CUT BACK TO THE RADAR SCREEN. AS WE SEE A SIMILAR DOT LAUNCH FROM TRAP-JAW'S PLANE! THE TWO MISSILES CROSS EACH OTHER'S PATH, AND CONTINUE TOWARDS THE CLOSING PLANES.
He even duplicated my weapons!
Phoenix missile locked on me!
Only one chance…
TYLER SWITCHES TO HIS 100mm LASER CANNONS. WE CUT TO A CROSSHAIR ON HIS HEADS UP DISPLAY, AS HE LOCKS ON THE INCOMING MISSILE.
THE WARNING KLAXON BLARES, AS TYLER LOCKS ON THE LASER, AND BLOWS THE MISSILE UP. THERE IS A BRIGHT ORANGE FLASH, AS THE WARBIRD FLIES THROUGH THE CONCUSSION BLAST. AS THE FIREBALL FADES, CUT BACK TO THE RADAR, AS WE SEE TRAP-JAW HAS ALSO EVADED THE FIRST ATTACK!
BY NOW THE PLANES ARE AT VERY CLOSE RANGE, AND WE SEE A BLACK BLUR WHIZ PAST THE CANOPY, AS TYLER DIPS THE WARBIRD'S WING TO PURSUE.
Well done, Commander.
It is almost a pity I must crush so skillful an artist.
So worthy an opponent.
CUT TO CONDOR, AS IT FIRES A SMALL SIDEWINDER AIM-7 MISSILE. AS A HEAT-SEEKER, IT ARCS TO THE WARBIRD.
I should've known!
He's locked a heat seeker on me…
TYLER DARTS THE WARBIRD AROUND, AS WE SEE THE TRAIL OF SMOKE IN THE BACKGROUND. THEN CUT BACK TO THE COCKPIT, AS TYLER HITS HIS CENTER CONSOLE FLARE TOGGLE SWITCH.
FROM THE REAR OF THE WARBIRD, THREE GLOWING FLARES SHOOT DOWNWARD, AND THE MISSILE IS INSTANTLY ATTRACTED TO THE HEAT. IT EXPLODES A MOMENT LATER.
NOW TYLER GOES ON THE OFFENSIVE. AS HE TURNS UP AND AROUND, HE IMMEDIATELY GOES TO GUNS.
THE WARBIRD CATCHES THE CONDOR ACROSS ITS LEFT WING. THE SHELLS STITCH HOLES IN A LINE ALONG THE WING.
BOTH PLANES SPIRAL AND ARC DOWNWARDS. BOTH BREAK OFF IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. THE ENTIRE HORIZON ROTATES 360 DEGREES.
SUDDENLY THERE IS LASER FIRE FROM BELOW THE WARBIRD, AS TYLER'S WING IS HIT. FIRE BURSTS FROM THE WING, AS THE PLANE IS MOMENTARILY THROWN OUT OF CONTROL.
CUT BACK TO TYLER AS HE VIOLENTLY GRABS THE CONTROL STICK, AND JERKS IT BACK AND FORTH TO RETURN CONTROL.
THEN CUT BACK TO TYLER AS HE SCANS THE SKY ABOVE HIM. HE LOOKS AT THE BLAZING SUN.
This guy's good!
I lost him in the sun…
SUDDENLY, THE CONDOR LUNGES IN FROM THE SUN, GUNS BLAZING.
CUT TO THE WARBIRD, AS THE CANNON CUTS ACROSS THE FUSELAGE, AND SHATTER THE GLASS CANOPY. TYLER IS HIT AND IS BLEEDING.
That's quite a compliment, coming from you, Tyler.
WE CUT BACK TO TYLER AS HE BRINGS THE SMOKING WARBIRD AROUND TO BEAR, AND FIRES HIS LASERS AT TRAP-JAW. BUT WE SEE HIM STRUGGLING TO AIM THROUGH HIS WOUNDS. THE THREE BURSTS OF LASER FIRE MISS THE CONDOR.
TRAP-JAW BRINGS HIS PLANE TO COUNTER-ATTACK.
CUT BACK TO TYLER, BEATEN AND BLOODIED IN THE WARBIRD. POWER IS FAILING, AND THE WARBIRD'S CRITICAL WARNING SCREEN IS LIT LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE. A WARNING BUZZER GOES OFF AGAIN AS THE WARBIRD'S RADAR PICKS UP THE INCOMING MISSILE.
Wounded badly…side's burning.
Tasting blood-Another missile locked on me.
Radar lock is gone. Laser's inoperative.
Engine one is out. Too weak to teleport.
CUT TO CLOSE UP OF THE WOUNDED SORCERER, AS HE SLUMPS BACK IN PAIN. HE HEAVES A HEAVY SIGH.
FADE TO WHITE
AN INSTANT LATER THE MISSILE HITS THE TOP OF THE WARBIRD, JUST BEHIND THE COCKPIT. THE PLANE EXPLODES INTO HUGE SEGMENTED CHUNKS. THE FUSELAGE SPLITS INTO THREE AND IS CONSUMED IN A FIREBALL. THE WINGS BLOW APART AND SPIN AWAY IN FLAMES. THE ENTIRE FIERYCONFLAGERATION HEADS DOWNWARDS IN A TRAIL OF BURNING SMOKE. LARGE GLOWING PIECES OF DEBRIS SPIN DOWN WITH THE WRECKAGE, AS THE CONDOR SPIRALS A VICTORY ROLL IN THE BACKGROUND.
Condor One to Snake Mountain.
Mission accomplished. Returning to base.
Over and out.
AS THE CONDOR FLIES OFF INTO THE SUNSET, WE FOLLOW THE BLACK PILLAR OF SMOKE RISING FROM THE WARBIRD'S FINAL RESTING PLACE, AS WE TRACK THE CAMERA DOWNWARDS.
IN THE FINAL SEQUENCE, WE TRACK THE CAMERA OVER THE SMOLDERING PIECES OF DEBRIS ON THE GROUND, AS WE HEAR THE MOURNFUL HOWL OF THE WIND.
AS WE TRACK ALONG THE GROUND, WE COME UPON TYLER'S BLOOD-STAINED FEATHERY HEADCREST, AS IT LIES ON THE GROUND, REFLECTING THE DYING FIRELIGHT.
TYLER'S VOICE (O.S.)
VERY SLOWLY FADE TO BLACK.
Coming in two weeks...
Tyler is defeated, the Warbird is destroyed. Eternia is at the mercy of Skeletor, who has learnt the secret of Atomic Power. Can He-Man and the heroic warriors defeat Skeletor, or will Eternia be ruled by evil?
SHADOW OF THE CONDOR PART II