We see a black screen and this appears…
“A soldier is vigorous and unrelenting and has no fear of death which makes him a disposable hero.”
We hear the sound of a man grunting along with the sound of Foreigner’s “Jute Box Hero” playing over loud speakers. We hear the man shout out…
I can do this! I can fucking do this! Come on! WOO-AH!
INT. WEIGHT LIFTING ROOM
We see a tall muscular man bench pressing weights. His muscles are bulging and sweat gushes through his pours. This man of steel is…
MIKE GALLAGHER aka DECAPITATOR, Sergeant Major, early forties, former member of the The Hunter Squad. He is now a burned out steroid craving, weight lifting junkie. His body is covered with tattoos and battle scars with arms as large as tree stumps.
He lifts the barbell over his head as he belches out a loud yell. He drops the barbell and it hits the floor with a BOOM!
~breathes heavily, drenched with sweat and we see that he is full of anger as his eyes give us a bone chilling glare.
There’s the old saying that it’s always darkest before the dawn.
CU on his eyes just before we…
…an EXPLODING mushroom cloud of fire.
Well, I never believed that.
The image of the explosion switches to a city in ruins.
Since the dawn of time there was always evil. Over forty million people died after The Omega Wars ended the second world war. The survivors had to struggle through the nuclear winter.
EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT
The city streets are plagued with fall out ash.
I suppose this isn’t the first time the world has been shrouded by darkness.
A few stragglers are roaming the streets and trudging their way through the ash.
The radiation from the explosion caused mutations to occur in many of the survivors… allowing them to gain abnormal abilities. But this didn’t protect them from the nightmare that started The Omega Wars.
We see silhouettes in the distance, marching down the streets. Human stragglers emerge from the rubble and begin to disperse.
Once the Mindmelders appeared on the scene the world was never the same. They sent out armies of soldiers called Slave-Seekers. They were captured humans under the hypnotic trance of a Mindstem and trained to become soldiers to seek out human survivors.
An army of…
~march down the street. Each Slave-Seeker has a Cephalopod-like creature called a “MINDSTEM” sealed to the back of their heads. They are armed with Mortar Rifles and…
which are snared onto metal chain leashes. The animals are double headed Dimetrodons with a three foot long arch emerging from their dorsal. The animals are the size of a large dog and very ferocious.
They used creatures called Synapsids to track down humans stragglers.
The Slave-Seeker releases the…
which snarls and chases after a fleeing straggler. The creature bites the person in the leg. The fleeing straggler yelps in pain just before
shackles the victim.
This is how the Mindmelders capture their victims for enslavement. And it only got worse.
EXT. HUMAN ENSLAVEMENT CAMP – NIGHT
Human captives are standing in line with several Slave-Seekers standing guard. They are equipped with ferocious Synapsids just in case any prisoners try to escape.
They took human slaves and placed them under mind control by using Mindstems as a source for brain boxing the human prisoners.
The organism is placed onto the back of a human prisoner’s scalp. The organism uses two fangs and sinks them into the back of the prisoner’s skull.
The Mindstems eject venom from their fangs which allow the toxin to infect the human brain, transforming the victim into a slave. It soon got to the point where the world’s government signed a treaty with the Mindmelders. The treaty was to allow them to leave innocent people alone and to use convicted criminals who suffered from violent behavior for experimentation.
INT. GOVERNMENT OFFICE – DAY
A Cephalopod-like alien stands near a desk as a government leader signs a piece of paper.
But this didn’t stop the Mindmelders from turning our nations into one dictatorship called The Global Republic. The Mindmelders gave our government some of their advanced weapons and the chance for The Mindmelders to help rebuild some of our cities in exchange for the criminals used for experimentation.
INT. MACHINE FACTORY – NIGHT
Slave-Seekers watch over the area armed with guns and Synapsids. They stand guard, watching the enslaved humans construct a mysterious structure made from metal.
The human slaves were forced to work day and night to build a secret weapon… something far beyond our wildest nightmares. A secret that will change the world and not for the better.
The Mindmelders take orders from a tall figure dressed in German military attire and a dark cloak.
BLOOD-REAPER, a tall genetically engineered vampire with an ashen complexion, plagued with spider-like veins spreading throughout his facade. He is dressed in a German military garment from the nineteen forties with a large Swastika on his left arm.
We soon found out that the Mindmelders worked for a sinister army only known as The Destructors. The Mindmelders were only puppets in their scheme.
CUT BACK TO:
INT. LOCKER ROOM – SHOWER – PRESENT
Decapitator soaks in the shower. The water trickles down his bruised and tattooed body.
That’s where my team and I come in. The Excel Force. They’re the closest thing to a family that I have left.
Decapitator shuts his eyes until we hear a girl’s voice shout…
Steve, you in here?
Decapitator opens his eyes.
I can hear the shower running! You better not be doping!
Decapitator turns off the shower and exits. He wraps a towel around his waist.
INT. LOCKER ROOM – CHANGING AREA – CONTINUOUS
A teenage girl leans against a locker with her arms folded across her chest.
SAMANTHA GALLAGHER, aka ATOMIC, Staff Sergeant, late teens, Decapitator’s daughter and a member of The Excel Force team. She has the ability to produce blast waves when her temper rises.
And that is my daughter. My better half. She’s all I have left in this world.
Decapitator walks by her.
So what’s going on? Checking up on me?
Atomic gives her father a questionable look.
Since when did the father become the child and the daughter become the parent?
I just worry about you. Are you clean?
I swear on my daughter’s grave.
Atomic is not too pleased by that bad joke.
Samantha, look… it was a joke… a bad joke. Sorry.
Look, Keshaw wants us all to meet in The Strategic Command Center.
Decapitator makes his way to a toilet stall.
Just tell him I’ll be right there… gotta’ take Johnny Football to the Super Bowl first.
Atomic looks confused. It takes her a moment but she gets the joke.
A little too much info.
Just tell ~ol’ boy I’ll be right there. Gotta’ drop my other child off at the pool.
The Decapitator walks to the stall and closes the door.
And I better not see you getting intimate with that boy.
Atomic produces a look of irritation.
Or ~Psy… what ever the hell he calls himself.
Yeah. That kid’s a freakin’ loon. Just got out of a mental institution. He’s reckless and has a death wish. I don’t even know why Keshaw brought him on this team. He’s just going to drag us down.
I’ll see you out there.
(waving her hand in front of her face)
Besides it’s starting to smell.
INT. EXCEL TEAM HEADQUARTERS – STRATEGIC COMMAND CENTER – MOMENTS LATER
The Decapitator walks into the room. ~He tosses a white que ball into the air while puffing on a cigar.
We see the rest of the team who have yet to be introduced.
GENERAL KESHAW, leader of the Excel team, an alien with a seven foot body frame and a three foot serpent-neck. He resembles a Sauropod but stands erect like a humanoid.
TRENT MONROE aka BLOWTORCH, Command Sergeant Major, mid-thirties, amputee and former soldier who has fought through many battles. He is wheel chair bound.
PLASIOUS, first sergeant, a gill person and a genetic defect able to breathe through water and other harsh conditions. Plasious contains both genders in one body.
And last but not least…
MICHAEL KEEGAN aka PSYCHOSHOCK, twenty, wreck less, cocky and crazy. He expels electric shocks of energy through his eyes and hands and is able to create force fields and not to mention that he is Atomic’s main squeeze.
They are standing around a large
~in the center of the room which projects the image of…
GENERAL, JOHN SHRAEDER, early 60′s, war-torn face plagued with a blind dilated eye and scar across his face. He is lead General over every resistance unit.
Keshaw stands near the projector talking to the image of John Shraeder.
… our time would be put to better use if we did a search and rescue on their enslavement camp. God only knows how far along they are with creating this secret weapon.
You have your orders. Shraeder out.
Keshaw coils his long neck and produces an agitated grunt. He turns to the others.
You heard him. We have our orders.
Glad you can finally join us.
Had to drop my kiddies off at the pool. Sorry I’m late.
So what’s this next shindig?
Hostage situation. Several Mindstemmed humans have taken people hostage.
When can you get the Drop-Ranger up and running?
Whenever everyone’s ready.
(blowing out smoke)
Well if shit like this is going down. I’m ready for anything.
INT. EXCEL TEAM HEADQUARTERS – PREPARATION CENTER – MOMENTS LATER
Decapitator straps a sheath to his back which contains his weapon of choice which is an ax he refers to as “Baby Girl.” He pulls the ax from the sheath and examines the weapon, rubbing the blade.
You know how many enemies I killed with this?
Yeah… yeah… you already told me. It’s all you brag about. That and the collection of bronzed heads you keep on your trophy shelf.
Blowtorch wheels himself over to a podium containing two cybernetic legs, placed inside a cylinder on top of the podium. Inside the cylinder the legs are recharging from a power charger.
INSERT – POWER CHARGER SCREEN
which reads: CHARGE COMPLETE. READY TO USE.
Would you grab my legs for me, Decap.
Sure. No problem.
It’s just they make it so damn high. How’s an old crip such as myself suppose to reach that damn thing. I have no fuckin’ legs.
(holds up his left cybernetic arm)
I barely have any arms.
Decapitator gives him a somber look just before he grabs the legs from the power charger. He hands them to Blowtorch.
I’ll give you one thing, Trent… you’re brave to put your life in the hands of a machine.
Hey, I don’t like it as much as you do. I don’t even like machines… don’t trust em.’ But I don’t think I have a choice in the matter besides…
Blowtorch straps the…
onto his stumps. We see flashing green, red and blue lights indicating that they’re fully activated.
… these bad boys allow me to do something I love doing.
And what was that?
Blowtorch rises from his wheel chair.
To kick ass, staple nuts to a wall and take names later.
Well you still do that. Only better with all of this…
The Decapitator points to Blowtorch’s cybernetic appendages.
I don’t like em’ but Shraeder forces me to use em’. Son-Of-A-Bitch says that it’s the only way I’ll see combat. Otherwise my ass will be rotting, collecting disability.
And that would be a bad thing?
I don’t know what I would I do with myself all day besides masturbate to internet porn until my dick fell off.
Sounds like a life I could enjoy.