Sun Jul 29, 2007 2:59 pm
Freelancer game script?
Hey there, I'm new to this forum but I have played Freelancer through three or four times. I can't get enough of it! One thing I was wondering was whether or not it is possible to find and read the script. Not the Modding Script, but thuswise.
Ext. Cityscape, Planet Manhatten, Day.
V.O: President Jacobi has asked the LSF to investigate the sudden destruction of Freeport 7. No word yet on whether it was accidental or a deliberate attack.
(A news-scan appears of the rescue ship gradually lowering itself to the landing pad, the logo of the Colony News Service appears in the lower right corner)
V.O: The first handful of suvivors arrived on Manhattan this morning.
(Three men disembark from the rescue ship. One is onscreen too briefly to be seen clearly. Another is a shifty looking character with a scar over one eye and is smoking a cigarrete. The last is Edison Trent, Freelancer. He inhales, either in relief of his survival or anticipation on this prosperous world. Two men bearing the insignia of Cryer Pharmaceuticals bound up to Trent, a hoversled following in their wake)
First medic: We're here from Medical. Is there anyone seriously injured?
Trent (motioning over his shoulder toward the resuce ship): One. Inside.
(As the two Medics bound off, Trent surveys his surroundings. Manhattan, the capital of Liberty, is a sea of spacescrapers that streches with bewildering abundance in all directions, decorated by an infinite lattice of lights, nav beacons and advertising. Crosshatching the skyline are Starfliers, Patriots, Defenders and Rhinos going here and there and there and here and everywhere in between. As Trent finishes his cursory examination of his new surroundings, the two Medics return. Their hoversled is laden with a bald man, lying prone and his head bound with gauze. Oddly enough, they're moving much slower than earlier. Trent, seeing this, races up to the Medics).
Trent: Make sure he lives. He owes me some Credits.
Second Medic (disgusted): Your concern is touching. We'll do everything we can, it may take a while.
(The two Medics continue to saunter off the Landing Deck, leaving Trent to his own devices. The scarred, smoking man, appears on screen seemingly watching Trent. He turns around, taking a long drag from his cigarette and walks off. The rescue ship, its task complete, lifts off and departs as the newscast resumes.)
V.O: Officially, the Liberty Security Force maintains there is no proof Freeport 7's destruction was deliberate. But, sources inside the LSF say they suspect the dangerous criminal organization, The Order. We will keep you up to date as the story develops.
Does anyone know if a script such as that for Freelancer can be extracted from a Freelancer file or downloaded from somewhere or whatever? If anyone could answer that, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks in advance.
I can't remember the last time I beheld such a vision of loveliness. ~Tobias
Oh, brother!
~Juni
Ext. Cityscape, Planet Manhatten, Day.
V.O: President Jacobi has asked the LSF to investigate the sudden destruction of Freeport 7. No word yet on whether it was accidental or a deliberate attack.
(A news-scan appears of the rescue ship gradually lowering itself to the landing pad, the logo of the Colony News Service appears in the lower right corner)
V.O: The first handful of suvivors arrived on Manhattan this morning.
(Three men disembark from the rescue ship. One is onscreen too briefly to be seen clearly. Another is a shifty looking character with a scar over one eye and is smoking a cigarrete. The last is Edison Trent, Freelancer. He inhales, either in relief of his survival or anticipation on this prosperous world. Two men bearing the insignia of Cryer Pharmaceuticals bound up to Trent, a hoversled following in their wake)
First medic: We're here from Medical. Is there anyone seriously injured?
Trent (motioning over his shoulder toward the resuce ship): One. Inside.
(As the two Medics bound off, Trent surveys his surroundings. Manhattan, the capital of Liberty, is a sea of spacescrapers that streches with bewildering abundance in all directions, decorated by an infinite lattice of lights, nav beacons and advertising. Crosshatching the skyline are Starfliers, Patriots, Defenders and Rhinos going here and there and there and here and everywhere in between. As Trent finishes his cursory examination of his new surroundings, the two Medics return. Their hoversled is laden with a bald man, lying prone and his head bound with gauze. Oddly enough, they're moving much slower than earlier. Trent, seeing this, races up to the Medics).
Trent: Make sure he lives. He owes me some Credits.
Second Medic (disgusted): Your concern is touching. We'll do everything we can, it may take a while.
(The two Medics continue to saunter off the Landing Deck, leaving Trent to his own devices. The scarred, smoking man, appears on screen seemingly watching Trent. He turns around, taking a long drag from his cigarette and walks off. The rescue ship, its task complete, lifts off and departs as the newscast resumes.)
V.O: Officially, the Liberty Security Force maintains there is no proof Freeport 7's destruction was deliberate. But, sources inside the LSF say they suspect the dangerous criminal organization, The Order. We will keep you up to date as the story develops.
Does anyone know if a script such as that for Freelancer can be extracted from a Freelancer file or downloaded from somewhere or whatever? If anyone could answer that, I'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks in advance.
I can't remember the last time I beheld such a vision of loveliness. ~Tobias
Oh, brother!
~Juni