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# Commercial 3 > _EPILOGUE/PROMO_ < **FADE IN:** INT. KERBEROS COMMON ROOM Our crew is standing near the viewport window. Moon is visible. TOM Hey, all you space guys and space gals! You can get ready for the Academy too! Commodore Arkwright has authorized us to set up a Solar Guard Junior Corps! ASTRO That's right, Tom! All they have to do is send in two box-tops from any Kellogg's cereals, a piece of paper with their name and address, and two first-class postage stamps! ALFIE In a few weeks, they will receive an official Junior Corps membership certificate with their name, and it will be signed by Commodore Arkwright and Captain Fuerte! They will also receive a crew pin just like the ones we just received, unmistakably identifying them to their schoolmates as official Junior Corps members. NING And they'll get a full-color photo of the *Polaris* crew signed by us. If the kid's picture doesn't break the camera, that is. ASTRO Ahh, go blow your j... TOM Ha ha

DISSOLVE TO: EXT. THE DOMED ANDERS OBSERVATORY FACILITY Overlay Title: **Anders Observatory, Luna.** DISSOLVE TO: INT: ANDERS PATROL OFFICE Hours later. Fuerte and Arkwright are finishing a video conversation. ARKWRIGHT So, it looks like someone sabotaged their power modules? FUERTE I guess so, but I can't think why someone would want to ruin a cadet flight. If they wanted everyone to die, there are better ways than hacking a module. ARKWRIGHT We are putting an forensic tech team on the *Vulcan* immediately. Maybe we will find some answers. In any case, Vickie Lee sustained a minor concussion. It looks like she is going to be just fine. Both crews did a great job. ANNUNCIATOR sounds (different from Kerberos). FUERTE And speaking of the crew, I have some business with them now. ARKWRIGHT All right, Esteban. We will talk later. Arkwright out. FUERTE (calling) Enter. Our people enter. TOM *Polaris* Unit reporting, Sir! FUERTE At ease, cadets. You have

FADE TO: INT. VULCAN COMMAND CABIN Dialogue note: all dialogue in these scenes is filtered through spacesuit radios. T.J. (looking out window) They've extended their docking tube. Cassie, get ready on that airlock. CASSIE (O.S.) I've got it, T.J. INT. VULCAN BUNK AREA LEE (moaning) Ohh, rings of Saturn, what a stupid accident! Is everyone else all right? ZAHRA Take it easy, Captain, everyone is fine, and help is on the way. Just float here and relax. INT. VULCAN AIRLOCK DOOR CASSIE Their docking tube is secure. TOM (O.S.) *Vulcan*, we're in the airlock. We've brought you a present. CASSIE Equalizing pressure ... ready. Cassie opens the airlock, turning a wrenchlike tool at the side. CASSIE (CONT'D) Welcome aboard! Tom floats in through the airlock. A moment later, the cylindrical power module slowly floats in. TOM That's enough push, Astro, no hurry on moving this thing. Tom stands on a floor maglock, and hugs the module as it floats in, putting it onto

# ACT III > _ACT THREE_ < **FADE IN:** INT. POLARIS COMMAND CABIN It is seconds later. All hands, including Fuerte, look at Ning in consternation. TOM Wrong? Is there a malfunction? NING (working console) Let me check... no, the problem isn't with the *Polaris*. But we've lost telemetry and communication from the *Vulcan*, and tracking shows them in a ballistic orbit. (beat) Zero thrust. ALFIE (also checking) In their present orbit, they will enter Earth's atmosphere in approximately three point two hours. FUERTE Contact Kerberos station, cadet Mă, and confirm your tracking information. NING Sending query now. Yes, Captain, their tracking and telemetry matches ours. ALFIE If they still show a single tracking blip, the ship may well be structurally intact. A total power failure could result in a loss of communication and thrust, however. ASTRO What, losing all three power modules? That's crazy! TOM We can't let them just drift there, can we? FUERTE No, Cadet; and

=== # Commercial 2 >_COMMERCIAL BREAK #2_< **FADE IN:** INT. ARKWRIGHT'S OFFICE Commodore Arkwright is eating a late breakfast: a bowl of Kellogg's Corn Flakes (box visible). ANNUNCIATOR is heard. DISPATCHER (V.O.) (filtered) Commodore Arkwright? You asked to be notified when the new cadets launched. ARKWRIGHT (sighing, and punching a button) I am having breakfast, crewman; a good breakfast is important. And Kellogg's Corn Flakes give you more punch 'til lunch. Oh, all right. What is the problem? Throughout the Dispatcher dialogue, Arkwright continues to eat his cereal. DISPATCHER (V.O.) No problems, Sir. The *Vulcan* launched at oh eight eleven; the *Polaris* launched at oh eight twenty-eight. Both ships are acquiring lunar orbit; the *Polaris* is in a higher acceleration path. ARKWRIGHT (gulping down a spoonful of flakes) Thank you, Dispatch. Keep me posted if there is a change. I just have one more question. DISPATCHER (V.O) What is that, Commodore? ARKWRIGHT Do

INT. POLARIS COMMAND CABIN Crew is seated at their respective stations. Fuerte is in a seat as well. TOM All stations, report! Astrogation? NING Departure orbit confirmed with Kerberos Control, course to Luna ready to implement, all clear ahead. TOM Engines? ASTRO All power modules showing full power, main thrusters ready to fire on your command. TOM Tech? ALFIE All subsidiary systems showing green across the board. TOM *Polaris* ready for launch, Captain. FUERTE Sounds good from here, Cadet. You may launch when ready. NING You have comm to Kerberos, Tom. TOM Kerberos Control, this is *Polaris*. We are ready to depart to orbit two three zero slash zero five. DISPATCHER (V.O.) (filtered) Confirmed, *Polaris*. (beat) First flight, Cadet? TOM (grinning) Affirmative, Control. Can you tell? DISPATCHER (V.O.) I thought so, yes. Trust me, you'll always remember this flight, no matter how many times you go out there. All right. Mag-launch will engage in fifteen

=== # ACT II >_ACT TWO_< **FADE IN:** EXT. KERBEROS STATION CAMERA ZOOMS to launch bay exit port FADE TO: INT. LAUNCH BAY The *Polaris* is in the foreground. Ning is already present as Tom and Astro enter. ASTRO So, Rattison and his group got a ship too? TOM Yeah, they'll be on the *Vulcan* with Captain Lee. Hi, Ning. NING You finally decided to wake up, I see. What took you? Late breakfast? ASTRO Oh, blow your jets, Ning. It's only oh seven forty. TOM (amused) 'Blow your jets'? Ning, I think you're a bad influence on this boy. I guess you wanted to get your hands on the nav station; so have you looked at it yet? NING Don't we have to wait for Captain Fuerte? Alfie enters just as Ning says this. ALFIE See if the airlock will open for us. If the lock codes respond, we then perforce have permission to enter. They walk around to the aft hatch as Astro quietly mouths, 'perforce?' with a puzzled look. Ning operates the hatch, and it opens. All enter. .SERIES

=== # Commercial >_COMMERCIAL BREAK #1_< > FADE IN: .STAR FIELD BACKGROUND The PEP Cereal arm outline is drawn in over the field. FADE TO: INT. LABORATORY CLOSE ON Astro's bent arm as he lowers it onto a lab table. CAMERA PULLS BACK to show him ready to arm-wrestle Eric, as members of Unit 40 (Eric's unit) and Unit 42 watch. NING All right, ready? Countdown! Three... two... one... GO! The two cadets struggle; Eric looks surprised not to be making headway. After a few seconds, Astro wins the match. ALFIE Well done, Astro! I was certain that you would prevail! NING (gesturing towards Tom) If the Boy Scout over there didn't disapprove of betting, you would owe me another hour of scrub duty, Eric. And I only bet if it's a sure thing. Eric just looks glum and stares at Astro as he flexes his arm. Meanwhile, Tom walks into foreground and addresses the CAMERA. During his speech, product pictures appear over the left half of the screen. TOM Hey, pre-cadets! You know

CUT TO: INT. FUERTE'S OFFICE Fuerte is sitting at his desk; perhaps pictures of Group 42 appear on his desk display. ANNUNCIATOR is heard. FUERTE Enter. The cadets enter and stand at attention before Fuerte's desk. Fuerte rises from his chair. TOM (saluting) Group 42 reporting as ordered, Sir! FUERTE (returns the salute) At ease, cadets. He seats himself again, and looks at the desk display, a finger scanning the information. FUERTE (CONT'D) Group 42. Thomas Corbett, Alphonse Higgins, Mă Ning, and Alan Stroh, correct? Well, cadets, you know that only the highest ranking groups can continue for officer training here at the Solar Academy. Our people nod, their faces expressionless. Fuerte does some manipulation on his desk screen. FUERTE (CONT'D) Cadet Corbett, your score was excellent. You handled the simulation with originality and skill; and your factual knowledge of ship systems and operations was in the upper percentiles. Cadet Mă, your simulation score was very