Obviously, I am not a script writer, I am mostly a prose guy… but here is the next pilot scene I wrote during the early phase of the project
Upon the end of the first interplanetary war, the leaders of the New World Order issue a challenge to invited pilots who fought in the war. The winning pilot will be the first one to learn a new wave of mecha, training recruits. However, the challenge is a fight to the death, a “mecha hunger games”.
*After watching footage of the One World Military unveiling a new mecha*
Will: Did you see that? That’s some real money right there.
Daryl: Yeah but is it worth your life?
Will: Now that the war’s over, what’s a draftee like me gonna do anyway?
Daryl: I found a job man, I’m sure you will too.
Will: I don’t want to, Daryl. I want to be a pilot. I want to pilot that crazy thing.
Daryl: It would be pretty cool to be the guy flying the Beacon.
Will offers: I could use an engineer.
Daryl: Come on, man. You have no idea how the thing is going to operate and you’re already asking me to mod it?
Will: Remember what you did to my Four-Wing before I even knew I was the pilot?
Daryl: As I recall, you almost blew up the mess hall.
Will: So, I got carried away. I wanna enter this thing. I’ll buy a stock tourney mech and you can do your magic to it!
Daryl: You haven’t even been invited to compete!
Will: I got the email from my Sergeant this morning… I’m already in!
Daryl: So there’s no stopping you… then… what do you need?
Will: I figured I’d buy a single-thruster unit with a small body. Try and stealth my way through.
Daryl: Stealth… with a mech…
Will: I need a 1500 meter cannon, a high-intensity photon blade. Maybe get a couple of gauntlets for it… or even just build some knuckle dusters. A good electro-weapon would be nice.
Daryl: Slow down, slow down! You can get like one or two of those things at most.
Will: Well, I definitely need the cannon. We’ll figure the rest out later.
Daryl: Go buy your mech first. Let’s see what we have to work with.
Will: This is going to be so exciting, I can’t wait to fight again!
Daryl *under his breath*: Fight to the death again.