PART ONE: “Red Skar”Low deck. Near a dark corner by the restroom.MALIKE (whispering to himself):
“Damn… I didn’t kill him, but he’s wounded.”He peels off the black tactical mask.
Takes a moment to admire it.MALIKE:
“This mask is fire... but not right now.”He changes back into waiter gear, wiping blood off his hand.MALIKE (to himself):
“Okay, okay, okay… we good.”Back to the chaos of the kitchen.KITCHEN STAFF (shouting):
“On your left! Move!”MANAGER (struggling with boxes):
“New guy! Help me out! I’m not babysitting you IN SPACE, am I?!”MALIKE (cool):
“No, sir.”Suddenly—an ALARM BLARES.
Red emergency lights flash. Lockdown mode.VOICE (from the ballroom):
“The Captain’s hurt!!”People rush to the center ballroom. Malike blends into the crowd.The Captain lies on the floor. Chest scorched.
A strange red-glowing scar burns across his uniform.COMMANDER (drawing weapon):
“LOCK IT DOWN! THE KILLER IS STILL ON THIS SHIP!”CAPTAIN (coughing blood):
“He’s... wearing a hooded black mask… with a red skar on it.
He’s trying to stop this mission from landing…”
Malike jolts as his manager grabs his shoulder.MANAGER:
“Cops wanna talk to the kitchen staff. They’re taking us to the escape pod room.”Malike nods, sweating inside. If they find out—it’s over.They arrive. A cop already has a line cook pressed to the wall.COP 1 (grabbing Malike’s arm):
“Up against the wall!”COP 1 (staring him down):
“What’s that on your shirt?!”MALIKE (stone-faced):
“Wine. It’s my first day.”All staff get lined up.COP 2 (shouting):
“If we find the killer—you won’t even make it to trial.
We’ll flush you out the airlock ourselves!”PEW!
A red beam blasts through the cop’s back.
A chef stands with a smoking laser pistol.MALIKE (in his head):
“Shit. He really did it.
Straight to the back… clean hole.
I might need to get that off him later.”CHAOS.
Screams. Lasers fly. Walls scorch. Civilians hit. Malike ducks behind cover as blasters fire across the room.BOOM!
An explosion rocks the upper deck.
Power goes out. In the dark… a glow. Malike puts the Red Skar mask back on.
The signature streak lights up like red lightning.
Red Skar slips into a vent.
Below—people run. Screaming. Sirens.He drops out in the gravity room.
A long, thin bridge stretches through weightless space.Across it stands the chef—pistol reloaded.CHEF:
“You’re the assassin…”RED SKAR:
“I need that pistol.”The chef FIRES.
Red Skar dodges and charges.FLASH.
SLASSSHHHH!The chef collapses.
A jagged red scar across chest and back.RED SKAR (picking up the pistol):
“Thanks.”Lights flicker. Sirens scream. The countdown to planetary launch continues…TO BE CONTINUED.