Post by Cali on Feb 1, 2010 4:40:18 GMT 1
INTRO MUSIC:
C-SEC IS FILMED ON LOCATION WITH THE BRAVE AND PRESTIGIOUS MEMBERS OF CITADEL SECURITY. ALL SUSPECTS ARE GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY.
EPISODE 1 . SEASON 1
-ACTION-
INTERIOR - CUSTOMS CHECKPOINT H128
CONSTABLE DORI T’MORTIX - NOVEMBER, 2171
(Asari Constable Dori paces along the customs line in the spaceport, sporting an electric charged truncheon which she spins about her hand. Behind her are several detection devices and luggage going through concessions.)
DORI: I’ve worked in the presidium my first four years in C-Sec keeping protestors under control, giving cabs some jump starts, flushing out vagrants, that sort of thing. Uhh…
(Dori rubs the appendages on her head, looking timid. She circulates her thoughts to bring on her next words.)
DORI: The only arrest I’ve ever made was a Krogan who was skinny dipping in the lake. Bastard had a good lawyer and the case was dropped.
(Dori shifts her weight as she glances at a human male who takes his bag, puts his shoes back on. He walks past her and they both exchange glances and smiles and he walks away.)
(There is another very long pause. The patrons are mostly going through other monitoring detectors. She clears her throat.)
DORI: Okay. This is the most boring job on the Citadel. The only reason I’m here is because people think the Customs Divisions is a low stress job for a sixty-eight year old Asari like me. God, I wish I aged faster like humans so I can get transferred to Enforcement.
(She pauses and massages her face with her free hand.)
DORI: Why are you even filming the first episode on the Customs Division?
CAMERAMAN: Well, the producer thought it was the best plan to shed some light on Customs since it’s an important and overlooked job on the-
DORI: It’s not important at all. They need to have well programmed synthetics to do this crap! This doesn’t even qualify as bureaucracy. It’s pure stillborn elcor s- *BLEEP*
(Two minutes go by. An elcor rumbles by, Dori not making eye contact due to a silent regret of the last comment she made. She spins her truncheon and drops it, sighing and not picking it up.)
CAMERAMAN: We’re almost done with the segment, just about a minute left.
(Dori blinks and picks up her truncheon.)
DORI: Constable Orlick! Come here for a second.
(A turian constable walks closer to him, she taps him on the shoulder and points to the opposite flank of the checkpoint.)
DORI: I think I saw a guy jump borders sneak by with a messenger bag.
ORLICK: Wha-where?
DORI: (Quickly scanning for a random person, fixing on a Salarian.) There! That guy!
(Dori and Orlick quickly make their way down, the cameraman rushing forth.)
ORLICK: (Into comlink) Constable Orlick. Possible ten-fifty-one at Checkpoint H128. Get a Spec-Res squad up here and focus on a crimson skinned salarian male.
(Dori and Orlick arrive near the Salarian, who rears in shock.)
SALARIAN: Gah! Wha- what’s the problem officers?
ORLICK: Put your hands up, face the detector and spread your legs.
SALARIAN: What did I do?
ORLICK: (Notice that the Salarian has no messenger bag). Errr…
(Orlick looks at Dori with a blank stare. Orlick then reaches for his communicator-)
(Dori then yanks the pistol from Orlick’s hip, then Karate chops him in the side of the neck, flooring him. She proceeds to toss the weapon to the Salarian, who flinches, but catches it.
DORI: (In Communicator) OFFICER DOWN! SPECIAL RESPONSE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!
SALARIAN: No! Wait! I didn’t-
(Salarian goes down in a blaze of sniper and assault rifle fire from Special Response teams.)
DORI: (To Cameraman) Thank me later for saving your ratings.
CAMERAMAN: ……………………………okay……………………. Thanks…………..
C-SEC IS FILMED ON LOCATION WITH THE BRAVE AND PRESTIGIOUS MEMBERS OF CITADEL SECURITY. ALL SUSPECTS ARE GUILTY UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY.
EPISODE 1 . SEASON 1
-ACTION-
INTERIOR - CUSTOMS CHECKPOINT H128
CONSTABLE DORI T’MORTIX - NOVEMBER, 2171
(Asari Constable Dori paces along the customs line in the spaceport, sporting an electric charged truncheon which she spins about her hand. Behind her are several detection devices and luggage going through concessions.)
DORI: I’ve worked in the presidium my first four years in C-Sec keeping protestors under control, giving cabs some jump starts, flushing out vagrants, that sort of thing. Uhh…
(Dori rubs the appendages on her head, looking timid. She circulates her thoughts to bring on her next words.)
DORI: The only arrest I’ve ever made was a Krogan who was skinny dipping in the lake. Bastard had a good lawyer and the case was dropped.
(Dori shifts her weight as she glances at a human male who takes his bag, puts his shoes back on. He walks past her and they both exchange glances and smiles and he walks away.)
(There is another very long pause. The patrons are mostly going through other monitoring detectors. She clears her throat.)
DORI: Okay. This is the most boring job on the Citadel. The only reason I’m here is because people think the Customs Divisions is a low stress job for a sixty-eight year old Asari like me. God, I wish I aged faster like humans so I can get transferred to Enforcement.
(She pauses and massages her face with her free hand.)
DORI: Why are you even filming the first episode on the Customs Division?
CAMERAMAN: Well, the producer thought it was the best plan to shed some light on Customs since it’s an important and overlooked job on the-
DORI: It’s not important at all. They need to have well programmed synthetics to do this crap! This doesn’t even qualify as bureaucracy. It’s pure stillborn elcor s- *BLEEP*
(Two minutes go by. An elcor rumbles by, Dori not making eye contact due to a silent regret of the last comment she made. She spins her truncheon and drops it, sighing and not picking it up.)
CAMERAMAN: We’re almost done with the segment, just about a minute left.
(Dori blinks and picks up her truncheon.)
DORI: Constable Orlick! Come here for a second.
(A turian constable walks closer to him, she taps him on the shoulder and points to the opposite flank of the checkpoint.)
DORI: I think I saw a guy jump borders sneak by with a messenger bag.
ORLICK: Wha-where?
DORI: (Quickly scanning for a random person, fixing on a Salarian.) There! That guy!
(Dori and Orlick quickly make their way down, the cameraman rushing forth.)
ORLICK: (Into comlink) Constable Orlick. Possible ten-fifty-one at Checkpoint H128. Get a Spec-Res squad up here and focus on a crimson skinned salarian male.
(Dori and Orlick arrive near the Salarian, who rears in shock.)
SALARIAN: Gah! Wha- what’s the problem officers?
ORLICK: Put your hands up, face the detector and spread your legs.
SALARIAN: What did I do?
ORLICK: (Notice that the Salarian has no messenger bag). Errr…
(Orlick looks at Dori with a blank stare. Orlick then reaches for his communicator-)
(Dori then yanks the pistol from Orlick’s hip, then Karate chops him in the side of the neck, flooring him. She proceeds to toss the weapon to the Salarian, who flinches, but catches it.
DORI: (In Communicator) OFFICER DOWN! SPECIAL RESPONSE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!
SALARIAN: No! Wait! I didn’t-
(Salarian goes down in a blaze of sniper and assault rifle fire from Special Response teams.)
DORI: (To Cameraman) Thank me later for saving your ratings.
CAMERAMAN: ……………………………okay……………………. Thanks…………..