INT. AEROFOX, COCKPIT

Clarke disconnects her restraints.

INT. AEROFOX, COCKPIT

Clarke disconnects her restraints.

With the ease of a superhero, she jumps out her seat.

[She observes the situation acting quickly.]

[She jumps down.]

[Clarke lands on the floor.]

She snatches a fire extinguisher from the wall.

[Clarke begins hosing down the fire, spraying foam across the flames.]

[She finishes off the fire.]

Baxter and Niven look on as she brandishes it like a weapon, dousing the flames.

Clarke makes her way to the science station and hits a switch to shut down the alarms. Everyone is stunned by the sequence of events.

A bizarre silence fills the cabin, occasionally interrupted by the sound of howling wind and distant thunder. Clarke leans back against the console and closes her eyes for a moment to simply relax and listen.

She reopens them and looks up at Niven. Lightning flashes in the window above him.

CLARKE: “Niven, can you access to flight systems?”

Niven scans his station, and throws up his hands.

NIVEN: “Barely.”

CLARKE: “Shut her down.”

He flicks a sequence of switches. The whine of engine pumps can be heard powering down.

NIVEN: “Engines off. Drive safe.”

The crew can finally take a minute to breathe. Baxter slowly stirs. She has difficulty raising her arms.

BAXTER: “Feels like someone parked a truck on me.”

NIVEN: (clutching his stomach) “It’s… It’s the gravity. About thirty percent more than Earth.”

CLARKE: “You’re tough, Baxter. You can handle it.”

BAXTER: “Easier said than done. Maybe if I’d had time to train for this crap!”

An angry Clarke attempts to run a diagnostic of the AeroFox.

CLARKE: “I can guarantee none of us want to be here either.”

Through his fog of pain, Niven pipes up with muted humor.

NIVEN: “Well, actually… I don’t mind–“

CLARKE: “Dude. Just shut up and get down here. Both of you.”

A frustrated Baxter and a shaken Niven trigger their manual releases. Their chairs disengage and drop to the lower level.

INT –

[Baxter releases the straps holding her in her seat.]

Clarke stands tall in the high gravity. Baxter observes with contempt. She rises, placing shaky feet on the floor.

BAXTER: “Am I crazy, or did we hit something on the way down?”

NIVEN: “You’re not crazy.”

CLARKE: “We need to do a damage assessment.”

NIVEN: “Hard without a computer.”

Niven remains in his seat, clearly in severe pain. His jovial mood is gone.

Omni’s voice catches the crew off guard.

OMNI: “The computer is here… At least part of me is.”

Clarke walks to the computer interface. She accesses it.

CLARKE: “What happened?”

OMNI: “Whatever caused the data corruption in the shield jumped to my systems.”

BAXTER: “And then you missed all the fun.”

OMNI: “A cascading discharge must have affected navigation.”

OMNI: “I apologize for any inconvenience.”

Leaning against the bulkhead, Baxter laughs at the absurdity.

CLARKE: “What did you mean by ‘part of you’?”

ONMI: “I can speak and share information. However, my systems are unreliable. Regardless, I’ll attempt to run a diagnostic.”

CLARKE: “Good. Baxter and I will go outside to check the damage.”

BAXTER (looking at Niven): “Before anyone goes E-V-A, maybe we should–“

CLARKE: (interrupting) “Come on… Less talk. More action. Let’s just get on with it!”

Baxter’s patience with the young commander is wearing thin.

BAXTER: “Watch it, kiddo. You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

CLARKE: “Fine. Sorry.”

BAXTER:(to Niven) “I was going to suggest giving you a once-over with the auto-doc.”

Niven rolls to his side, attempting to sit up straight.

Clarke notices the damaged medical station. A black scar cuts across its face.

She walks over to check it out.

CLARKE: “Not gonna happen.”

NIVEN: “No worries. I’ll be fine.”

BAXTER: “You sure?”

NIVEN: (waving her off) “Yeah, yeah. Focus on the ship.”

Baxter can tell he’s lying, but decides to let it go.

[Niven grimaces in pain.]

OMNI: “I’ve just rerouted systems to backup power.”

OMNI: “However, I’m unable to do the diagnostic. You have to go outside.”

Clarke’s had enough. Time to go.

CLARKE: “Omni, give me access to the envirosuits.”

Clarke and Baxter’s chairs quickly rise.

BAXTER: “You’re really dragging me out there?”

Clarke turns to Baxter and nods.

She then quickly accesses a clear panel in the floor that contains a sleek spacesuit.