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[WAR DRUM INTRO – FAST TEMPO, Building Cadence] Boom… boom… boom-boom… Boom… boom… boom-boom… Steel sang under boots in the hangar bay light, A fighter split open—then spilled out night. Not fire, not smoke, not some dying flare— A man in black armor hung in the air. [Drums intensify, Tempo Increases] The craft screamed off. He stayed behind. A lone boarding shadow with purpose in mind. Felicity saw him and went cold inside— ________________________________________ [Spoken – Female, panic] “That can’t be him… Maxmillion killed him… he died.” ________________________________________ [DRUM BREAK – Cadence Chant] Left. Right. Left-right-kill. Left. Right. Unbreakable will. ________________________________________ [BREAKDOWN] Heraldry doesn’t lie, stamped clean and stark: A white peryton shining in the bloodlit dark. Wyatt Staples rose like a verdict made flesh— He didn’t rage. He didn’t boast. He moved like gravity, close to close. ________________________________________ CHORUS – FULL DRUM LINE White stag rising — break the sky. Board the hull and let it die. No retreat and no remorse — Iron blood and forward force. Bridge or grave — we take it all. Hunter standing. Traitors fall. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. Boom. ________________________________________ He stripped a helmet, found the chit, Swapped his own—then the map lit. No prayers for mercy. No speech for fear. Only a route: bridge room near. Direct path chosen, shortest line— Hunter’s logic. Cold design. ________________________________________ [DRUM BUILD – Fast marching tempo] Auxilia rushed, a dozen in flight— Commoners pushed to the front like shields, Nobles tucked safe where the pressure yields. Further ahead, a quarrel formed— Two factions snarling, corners stormed. One escape pod. One thin hope. Two groups arguing at the end of a rope. Wyatt didn’t bargain. Wyatt didn’t speak. He found the locker—grenade bandolier— Pulled five pins like cutting a wire, Tossed them down like thrown-down fire. ________________________________________ [DRUM DROP – silence beat — then impact] The ship shuddered. The lights flinched. Arguments stopped. Every throat cinched. When smoke rolled back like curtain drawn— He walked through wreckage. Finished what spawned. ________________________________________ CHORUS – HARDER White stag rising — hear the tread. Steel remembers every dead. No debate and no delay — Hunter clears a bloody way. Bridge or grave — we take command. Iron will in iron hand. ________________________________________ On the bridge, screens showed nightmare stride. “Close the blast doors!” Casmir cried— But haywire mines had eaten the board. Wyatt shot the camera dead. Hardline means bridge. Bridge means head. ________________________________________ “You’re not Marine,” a leader said. “I’m commoner. Endure.” Drop your weapons. Hide and live. They chose it. He vanished. Storm in his eyes. ________________________________________ [HALF-TIME DRUM – slower, heavier] A noble lay dying, sword through gut— Wyatt stopped—against his cut. Spent biofoam. Bought some time. “It won’t save him.” Then he ran. Because mercy weighs. And he had chosen violence. ________________________________________ CHANT BREAK – CROWD RESPONSE Leader: WHO BOARDS ALONE? Crowd: HE BOARDS ALONE. Leader: WHO TAKES THE BRIDGE? Crowd: HE TAKES THE BRIDGE. Leader: WHAT MARK BURNS WHITE? Crowd: THE PERYTON BRIGHT. Drums roll into combat tempo. ________________________________________ Twelve Marines. Barricade formed. Turrets watched the kill-lane stormed. No cover. No trick. No easy stride. Combat stimulant burning rain— He slid like a blade through narrowing lane. Ten blue trails cut death parade. Forty signatures stacked in hate. Captain spoke of duty and fate. “A duel,” he said, “to spare them all.” ________________________________________ DRUM SILENCE – fists on deck They traded blows like thunder rain. Time compressed to bright-hot pain. Bridge doors opened. Trap undone. Casmir waiting. Sword held high. Wyatt answered. Single shot. Arm gone. Speech not. ________________________________________ No ritual dance. No noble trance. Just consequence. Leg gone. Heir withdrawn. ________________________________________ Felicity stepped with trembling breath— Hidden blade. A final death. He caught her arm before it bit. Bone cracked sharp beneath his fist. Arm bent wrong. Blood and spit. ________________________________________ [Spoken – Male, Strong] “Your surrender has been noted.” ________________________________________ FINAL CHORUS – MAX DRUMS + FULL CHOIR White stag rising — mark the hull. Predator patient. Merciless. Full. No crown stands and no throne saves — Steel decides the fate of knaves. Bridge is taken. Banner pure. Common blood — but iron sure. ________________________________________ Royal Marines stormed through haze. Armor stained. Eyes like blaze. White stag still clean and cold. He looked once more at broken throne— ________________________________________ [Spoken – Male, Strong