The Battle of Ferrionine

[Warewolf]

The year is 2203ZAC; the bloodiest fighting in 200 years is going on in the Western Continent of Zi. Civil unrest through the Nation of Zion (formally the Democratic Republic of Ferrionine) is to blame. Five years ago during the elections of Ferrionine, Dieter von Warewolf (a strong, natural leader and Zoid pilot backed by the Helic Republic) ran against Helmut Zion (a man so evil that his is compared by his peers as to being the incarnation of the devil) for the chair of Supreme Lord of the Factions of Ferrionine. To the surprise of the populous of Zi, Zion defeated Warewolf but only by one vote. Soon after Zion was elected, he cut off all communication to the Republic and for his ego renamed the nation after himself. Next he assembled the finest Zoid pilots and had an army that rivaled that of the Republic. After this Zion broke all connections to the other factions and lived at peace for a while until this day in the year 2203ZAC the start of the Battle of Ferrionine.
this is just the intro

[Warewolf]

July 17, 2203ZAC: Alkali Base, Alkali Territory: 1100 hours

Maximilian Alkali: “Hey Steward, did you read this article in the paper?”
James Steward: “What one sir?” Steward sips his coffee.
Alkali: “They found the core of the Deathsaurer!” Steward sips out his coffee.
Steward: “WHAT!?”
Alkali: “I’m serious, look.” Steward reads the article.
Steward: “Well I’ll be…” *WOOSH* * BANG* Both Steward and Alkali are thrown form their chairs.
Steward: “WHAT THE…”
Alkali: “WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!” Alkali gets up, runs and hits the alarm.
PA: “All units we are under attack. This is not a drill. All units you are cleared to engage at will.”
Hanger
Alkali: “Captain, how many units are we up against?”
Captain McCool: “25-30 large Zoids sir.”
Alkali: “We don’t have the firepower for this. McCool, send a message to Dieter von Warewolf for additional firepower.”
McCool: “Yes sir”
Alkali: “I just hope he forgave me for the elections five years ago.”

[Tilly]

I wouldn't use script format-it doesn't allow for much description or anything like that. Well, not unless it's written like an actual script, complete with cues/actions, notes, and the like...

[Warewolf]

i am going to leave a lot of clues in the speaking parts about all that had happend to lead up to now.

[Warewolf]

July 17, 2203ZAC: Warewolf Base, Warewolf Sector: 1103 hours

Warewolf: “Ok Johnny this is for all or nothing.”

Johnny: “Dieter, you already beat me 25 times today on that thing, give the simulator a rest.”

Warewolf: “Hey it will help improve your Zoid battling skills. Please, I’m doing this for your own good.”

Johnny: “Why don’t you challenge Chris?”

Warewolf: “He is busy right now.” Johnny looks a Chris.

Johnny: “He is reading a book.”

Warewolf: “So.” Johnny’s face turns bright red with anger.

Johnny: “Alright, I’ll do it, just no CPC and wipe that stupid smirk of your face.”

Warewolf: “I copy that, but the smirk stays. Also never fight in anger, you’ll just make stupid mistakes”

Ivan walks in to the room.

Ivan: “I make meal. Time to eat!”

Johnny: “Good, I’m hungry.”

Warewolf: “Yea me too.”

Ivan: “Chris you come too.” Chris angrily slams the book shut.

Chris: “Fine.”

Printer starts beeping.

Warewolf: “Hey what is this? It’s a message from Alkali Base.”

Chris: “What, is the backstabber dead?”

Warewolf: “Negative, he wants our help.” Warewolf scratches his head. “Zion attacked!? Massive casualties… being made an example of for not supporting contact breaks form the Republic…hope you forgave me old friend.”

Chris: “He doesn’t deserve any help form anyone. It might be a trick.”
Warewolf: “Who knows?”

Johnny and Ivan look out of the window.

Johnny: “Look at that storm Ivan. Its big.”

Ivan: “That is not a storm Johnny. That is Alkali Base!”

[tiny5th]

ive been thinking of doing a fic, and i really like the way this looks in script format, sounds interesting so far

[Warewolf]

thanx, i try to do things a little different than everyone else.

[Warewolf]

the story will continue after the Arms Race.