Title: Omega Squad: Hell Week
FADE IN:
EXT. CORELLIA TRAINING FACILITY - DAYA vast range of stark terrain under the harsh, relentless sun of Corellia. Dust clouds billow as four figures run, sweat-drenched faces grim with determination. The training facility looms in the background, a compound of imposing steel and glass designed for elite military precision.
CLOSE ON: LT. BREN ALAZAR
Bren, commanding officer of Omega Squad, stands at the edge of the training compound. His stern expression and intensely focused gaze reflect his fiery determination. His reputation precedes him—anger a second nature, tempered by inspiration.
LT. ALAZAR
(into headset)
Push it harder! This is not a stroll in the park! If you want to wear that Omega insignia, you better be ready to bleed for it!
CUT TO: OMEGA SQUAD MEMBERS
CHIEF PETTY OFFICER BREN TANTOR - "RAPHAEL"
A mountain of muscle, focused on leading the rigors of the assault course. His steady hands and fierce blue eyes hold an unshakeable resolve.
BAXTER
An eager candidate, a gun slung across his back. He shines with enthusiasm, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he constantly pushes the bounds of his training, wielding his sharpshooting skills like a kid in a candy store.
EXT. OBSTACLE COURSE - DAY
Bren Alazar watches as the candidates struggle through an array of obstacles—rope climbs, mud pits, and walls meant to push them to their limits. Every misstep draws his ire.
LT. ALAZAR
(shouting)
You think this is a game? You think the galaxy will give you a break if you fall behind? Get up! No excuses!
CUT TO: BAXTER
Eyes wild with excitement, Baxter falls into the mud but bursts into laughter as he pushes through. He races ahead, finding joy in the chaos.
BAXTER
(shouting back)
Can't let you down, sir! Not when I've got my eyes on the prize!
TANTOR
(rolling his eyes, seriousness palpable)
Focus, Baxter. Winning isn't about fun; it's about survival.
BAXTER
(throwing a mock salute)
Yes, sir! But why can't you have a little fun while kicking someone's ass?
EXT. GROUND COMBAT SIMULATOR - LATER
Candidates take turns in the combat simulation chamber, where holographic enemies appear to test their tactical skills. The buzzing atmosphere is laced with the sounds of blaster fire and shouting.
INT. COMBAT SIMULATION CHAMBER - DAY
Bren watches closely from the observation deck, noting each candidate's response times and decision-making.
LT. ALAZAR
(into headset)
Alright, candidates. Time to separate the wheat from the chaff. We're simulating an ambush. You're on your own. Start now.
Moments pass as the candidates scramble into positions. BAXTER takes aim with precision, while TANTOR methodically surveys the chaotic landscape.
CUT TO: SIMULATION SCREEN
As the simulation begins, holographic enemy combatants spring to life. Candidates respond with determination, but it's BAXTER who stands out, efficiency and enthusiasm infused in every shot.
BAXTER
(laughing as he picks off targets)
I'm not just hitting targets—I'm ready for a real fight!
LT. ALAZAR
(leaning into microphone)
This is not just about shooting. It's about strategy. If you can't think on your feet, you might as well sign your own death warrant.
The simulation intensifies, and TANTOR shouts commands, rallying his teammates. His calm demeanor inspires confidence amidst chaos.
TANTOR
Stay low! Cover fire! Watch your flanks!
EXT. TRAINING FACILITY – NIGHTFALL
The sun dips below the horizon, casting a fiery glow. The candidates, exhausted and covered in sweat and dirt, gather around a campfire.
Bren paces before them, the flickering flames casting an intimidating silhouette.
LT. ALAZAR
Tomorrow, we enter the final phase. You know what that means. Only four of you will join Omega Squad. Prove to me—you have what it takes—don't leave anything on the field!
BAXTER
(smirk)
Does that mean I can finally get my Omega tattoo?
Laughter breaks out, but Bren remains unamused, his stern demeanor resuming as he locks eyes with each candidate.
LT. ALAZAR
Seriousness! This isn't a joke, Baxter! One mistake could destroy the life of each of you and the lives of everyone counting on you.
INT. TRAINING GROUNDS - FINAL DAY - DAWN
The final test—a rapid-fire series of challenges designed to push the remaining candidates beyond their limits.
In quick succession, the candidates tackle each obstacle: climbing, shooting, strategizing—every minute detail observed by Lt. Alazar.
The pressure mounts, sweat mingling with dirt as the sun rises higher.
MONTAGE OF ACTION SEQUENCES: WHILE DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS
- BAXTER scales a wall, unfazed by the height.
- TANTOR leads a group through mental obstacles, coordinating movements flawlessly.
- Each candidate faces their fears while pushing through pain.
As the dust settles, Bren announces the four candidates who have earned their spots with Omega Squad.
LT. ALAZAR
(voice raised)
Congratulations to those who persevered! Baxter! Rallen! Maddus! Yamuna! You can now stand next to Tantor! You've earned what was once just a dream. You're on Omega Squad now!
BAXTER cheers, dancing in elation, while TANTOR nods solemnly. The others just wanted to go to bed.
LT. ALAZAR
But remember! The real fight begins now. You will be tested every day. Omega is not just a name; it's a symbol of resilience!
FADE OUT.
FADE TO BLACK.
TEXT ON SCREEN: "In the face of adversity, they became the Omega."
