NaNoWriMo 2017: Hellstar-1/2
HELLSTAR-1 EXT. DEEP SPACE Stars in their multitude. The shadowy arc of the galactic plane cuts crazily at an angle, slowly spinning like an unfixed horizon. A ragged SPACESHIP tumbles along with us, rolling, fixed in our view. It's no polished gleaming wonder; instead it's grimy and rough, slipshod and framework-beaten. There's no clear cockpit, just a messy expanse of tangled superstructure like a wall made of cranes. The rear of the ship is ripped off, trailing a few hundred meters behind the front, twisting at a slightly different rate. PILOT (VO) I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be making my cargo on time this run. CRATES spill out of the gap between front and rear, a fist full of different colors but all three spherical tanks within the frame of a rectangular prism. CLOSE ON A CRATE MARKED "INDUSTRIAL EQUIPMENT" SPORTING A BIOHAZARD SYMBOL PILOT (VO) That load of apes for the mines on Proxima wasn't going to make...