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furries in space

               PLOT Category of Capture and Escape. A young girl, Julie
               Rayne is caught up in a changing world and finds the courage
               to adapt and fight for her friends.



               FURRIES IN SPACE

               By R L Schliff



               EXT -- DEEP SPACE

               Against a vast curtain of pinpoints of light something
               resembling a brown snail crawls forward. At second glance
               it's a Bronze star ship, thousands of little windows spiral
               around it. Much smaller opalescent rocket ships swarm it like
               flies.



               EXT -- DEEP SPACE --MOMENTS LATER

               A sleek one-person vessel with a faint leopard paint job
               appears suddenly, bringing up the rear.

                                                                 CUT TO



               INT -- ONE-PERSON VESSEL - CONTINUOUS

               The snail ship ahead is kept in view through the one-person
               ship's oval view ports. A spotted cat's paw flicks an
               overhead switch. A young female voice (JULIE) speaks.

                                   JULIE (V.O.)
                         The ocelot reached over her spotted
                         head and flicked the switch that
                         took her ship out of hyperdrive
                         into normal space.



               (WORDS BEING TYPED) COMPUTER SCREEN
                             (previous words already on
                              screen new words appear
                              as they are typed)
                         Engaging her cloaking device she
                         slowly stalked the Dhorkian
                         starliner like her ancient
                         ancestors pursuing a parrot. As
                         soon as they left this system,
                         she'd call in the other raiders. It
                         was her first time on point and she
                         wasn't going to blow it!
                         Following just out of scanner
                         range, she thought back to how she
                         wound up here. She was just an
                         average student in most of her
                         classes at university except
                         ancient literature of the days when
                         brave creatures, never knowing what
                         they'd find, ventured to the next
                         unknown horizon. That she devoured
                         like a starving cat...



               EXT - RAYNE RESIDENCE - EARLY EVENING

               A wide low car pulls up in front of an A-frame two-story
               house on a modern residential street  and HONKS THREE TIMES
               pauses and HONKS TWICE. O.C., From inside the house A series
               of KNOCKS are heard. Then the sound of a DOOR OPENING then
               LOUDER TYPING. An older female speaks.

                                   LISA (O.C.)
                         Julie, you still writing your space
                         pirate story? The truth is the
                         overpaid, over-armed, trigger happy
                         spacefleet slaughtered a bunch of
                         disorganized brigands and gave them
                         no chance to fight back or
                         surrender.

                                   JULIE (O.C.)
                         I know sis, from a safe distance--
                         If there were any left around here
                         they'd be villains, thieves and
                         rapists. Put a lid on it, Lisa!
                         It's fiction, I'm making it up!



               INT - JULIE RAYNE'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER

               Bedroom of a geeky college girl. Well worn stuffed animals,
               piles of books and cd's and tapes. Socks and shirts and lacy
               undergarments draped over chairs and shelves and wadded up on
               bed. A backpack and a clear plastic tote bag are filled to
               overflowing on the bed. JULIE (an anthropomorphic ocelot) 20,
               wears big round wire rim glasses that magnify her light green
               eyes. She has her reddish brown hair in a shag cut shoulder
               length. Her nose is jet black. Her figure is well padded.
               She's sitting at her computer, wearing denim shorts. She has
               her head and one arm through a black t-shirt with a design on
               the front. Julie's older sister LISA is just inside the
               doorway. She's in her late 20's, wears a knee length black
               skirt and button down white shirt. Her long red hair is
               combed neatly, with a part down the middle.

                                   LISA
                         OK kitten, I came to say your
                         friends are outside.-- Remember,
                         today's Friday. Stephie, Francine
                         and you are driving to Steenbok
                         City for Doc-con. Are you even
                         packed?

               Julie finishes getting dressed and Picks up a shoulder bag
               stuffed mostly with books.

                                   JULIE
                         Ya, got everything I need right
                         here-- And put a lid on that
                         'kitten' crap... I'm 20 and in
                         college! They still prefer Bilail
                         and Azreal from their Goth days.

               Lisa Helps Julie get the backpack on. Now you can see the
               design on the shirt, it's a stylized rocket with the logo
               "DOC LONG" on it.

                                   LISA
                         OK then, I think Ash Reel is
                         honking for you.--

               She brushes something off Julie's shirt and acts maternal.
               Lisa follows Julie out of the room.

                                   LISA (CONT'D)
                         If you'd like  to hear some good
                         writing, tune in the "State of the
                         World" address at 8:00 PM. I helped
                         compose it.



               EXT - DOORWAY OF RAYNE RESIDENCE- MOMENTS LATER

               Julie is outside and Lisa is in the doorway.

                                   JULIE
                         Ya, Lisa dear, I'll listen to
                         another boring political speech
                         about how everything is fine and
                         peaceful on Geode for another
                         year...

                                   LISA
                             (sardonically)
                         George has a surprise that the
                         spacefleet and arms dealers are not
                         going to like.

               Julie turns her back on home and family and heads for the
               car.



               INT - PROFESSOR FOSTER'S SEDAN -CONTINUOUS

               The car, A '67 SAFELY [like a VW bug only wider], has plush
               bench seats covered in fake tan fur. Prof. Foster's niece
               AZREAL, (a goth fossa {Cryptoprocta ferox - brown civet cat})
               sits in the driver's seat. Azreal's fur is smooth, thick and
               reddish brown. Her hair is jet black. She's slim, lithe and
               shy. BILAIL, (a punk fennec/vixen {Fennecus zerda}), is in
               the back seat. Her fur is yellowish, except where it's dyed
               with purple lightning bolts and orange stars on her belly and
               legs. Her hair is short, green and spiky. Almost every inch
               of her ears has a stud, charm or earring. Julie jumps into
               the front seat of the car and tosses her bags at Bilail
               playfully.

                                   JULIE
                         Shall we depart on our great
                         adventure ladies?

                                   AZREAL
                             (eastern European accent)
                         Ve haf to stop my aunt's office....

                                   JULIE
                         Accent, Accent Stuffy!

                                   AZREAL
                         Zorry... Sorry. I'm getting better.
                         We have to stop by my maternal
                         parental's place of business first.
                         She wants us to take some research
                         papers to her colleagues in
                         Steenbok City.

               The car starts off and Julie leans over the seat to get
               something out of her bag: her con badge on a lanyard.

                                   BILIAL
                         Hey, Jar, how come you're not
                         volunteering to help run the con
                         this year?

                                   JULIE
                         Put a lid on it, Last year I was
                         stuck at the registration table
                         while Roger Wilmont was on stage
                         and missed seeing him in person.

               Julie faces front, makes a production out of putting on her
               con badge and looks mad. As the car moves along, private
               houses give way to apartments and then office buildings.
               Azreal pulls up in front of a glass and steel structure with
               a statue of a black swan out front. CHARLTON (jackalope -
               jackrabbit with prong horns. Mythic creature of the SW US)
               stands at the curb with a large manila envelope.



               EXT S. T. A. R. T. LABS OFFICES

               Azreal rolls down her window and Charlton, her aunt's
               assistant and husband, hands her a bulky brown envelope.

                                   CHARLTON
                         Howdy Stuffy... Azreal, Here ya go
                         this here is the envelope your aunt
                         wants you to bring Professor
                         Krazner in Steenbok City. He'll
                         meet y'all at the hotel. Only give
                         it to him, no one else.
                             (beat)
                         If someone approaches you and says
                         he's indisposed tell them you'll
                         wait till he's disposed again. If
                         you can't deliver it for any
                         reason,
                             (turns to other girls)
                         and you gals listen too now...

                                   JULIE
                         Now we're secret agent girls, femme
                         fatale couriers on a life and death
                         mission.
                             (to Charlton)
                         Ya, sure if it was that important
                         you'd send it by FED UPS.

                                   CHARLTON
                         ...it's a folder, on the cover is a
                         swan emblem. Embossed. If you stick
                         a claw into the swan and push
                         upward the contents will turn to
                         grits and not a soul will ever read
                         it.

                                   AZREAL
                         You mean like this Doctor Forte?
                         Azreal sticks a claw in the
                         envelope with an innocent look

                                   CHARLTON
                         Maybe professor foster thinks it's
                         safer to send it with 3 shallow fan
                         girls that nobody'd figure would
                         have anything important on them.

                                   BILAIL
                         Pretty big words from a bunny this
                         close to 3 carnivores. Ladies do we
                         have time to hunt "cwazy wabbits?"

               Bilail growls showing a mouth full of little sharp fangs.

                                   JULIE
                         Not today, but when we get back...

               Julie purrs also showing lots of teeth.



               EXT. ON RAMP TO QUICKWAY

               Super: Southbound Interstate 7:45 PM

               They queue up for the quickway to Steenbok City. Azreal eases
               her '67 Safely onto a round edged pallet which in turn is
               eased into the south bound traffic stream like one more
               corpuscle in an endless bloodstream.



               INT. THE CAR MOMENTS LATER

               The girls lower all the seats to make a plush carpeted
               platform bed, turn on the roof mounted vid screen. The girls
               lay back and relax for the three hour trip to their exit.



               INT. THE CAR

               The vid screen shows 8:00 PM in the lower right corner.
               Bilail is pissed when right in the middle of her favorite
               Phucking Phasers video it's preempted for George's "State Of
               The World Address" GEORGE STEENBOK (ratel {Honey Badger,
               mellivora capensis}, looking like he's been stuffed into a
               three piece pinstripe suit, dominates the vid.

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         ...thirty years ago my father, our
                         beloved former leader Steenbok,
                         unified the planet. In the 10 years
                         since his death, I have tried to
                         finish his work.

               George looks sincere.

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         Today I have taken the last step in
                         freeing Geode from the expense of a
                         spacefleet! Our world is now a
                         member-- a tax-paying member I
                         might add of the galactic empire.

               A map of imperial space appears behind him.

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         The Imperial fleet is bigger and
                         better equipped then we are. The
                         Geode spacefleet has served our
                         planet well and the empire has not
                         only offered to buy our well
                         maintained starships, repair
                         facilities...

               Pictures of space ships flash on the screen. A tiny
               illustrated ship marked



               GEODE SPACE FLEET

               stands next to a ship 10 times as big marked



               IMPERIAL NAVY.

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         ...take any of our brave
                         spacewarriors into the imperial
                         fleet and after some retraining
                         post them at the same ranks they
                         hold now. No longer will 20% of
                         your yearly income go to support
                         our military.

                                   BILAIL (O.C.)
                         Like the military is just going to
                         pack it in.

                                   JULIE (O.C.)
                         They'll have to, unless....

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         My next project, believe it or not
                         is to put myself out of work. --
                         With instant web access, the need
                         for representative government is
                         slowly becoming obsolete.

               The government website appears on screen. Then a white rabbit
               typing in his opinion on some issue.

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         ...next year, I hope to announce
                         the dissolution of the world
                         counsel in favor of an global
                         online forum in which any citizen
                         who has an opinion can have an
                         equal voice. Once that's set up, my
                         father's dream of a truly united
                         Geode will have come to pass.

               A picture of Johan steenbok (older grayer wider version of
               George) on the vid.

                                   GEORGE (ON VID SCREEN)
                         Thanks for your attention. I would
                         like to thank my press secretary,
                         Ms. Rayne and Roger Wilmont for
                         putting my thoughts into such
                         eloquent words and Doctor Enoch
                         Long for his continuing efforts
                         negotiating on our behalf with the
                         Empire.

               Julie sits up.

                                   JULIE
                         Ya, That sounds like Lisa's words.
                         She's a good non-fiction writer but
                         Mr. Wilmont, the main speaker at
                         our con? He writes speeches too?

               No one answers. Bilail is blasting "Screw the Oxen here come
               the Phucking Phasers" in her headphones and Azreal is
               sleeping on Julie's shoulder. The engine's off, the windows
               are closed. It gets warm in the car, so the girls strip down
               and sleep cuddled together



               INT. THE CAR - LATER

               The alarm sounds to tell them their exit is coming up. They
               put the seats back up and drive to the hotel in their undies.



               EXT. STEENBOK CITY

               On a busy street in downtown Steenbok City Bilail leans out a
               window and flashes her furry breasts at the pedestrians.



               INT. PROFESSOR'S CAR

               Azreal slips her dress on over her head and Julie gets
               dressed before they reach the hotel.



               EXT. HOTEL MAIN ENTRANCE

               Bilail waits till they pull up at the main entrance gets out
               and slowly puts her shorts and tee on while the staff and
               other guests gawk.



               INT. HOTEL MOMENTS LATER

               Ornate lobby of lush hotel. DESK CLERK looks down his nose at
               the 3 slightly rumpled girls.

                                   JULIE
                         Rayne, party of three. We have a
                         reservation. 2 double beds and a
                         cot. Here's the confirmation. Party
                         floor right?

                                   DESK CLERK
                         No worries, No worries at all! Well
                         maybe one... we don't have any cots
                         left. Two of you ladies will have
                         to sleep together.

                                   BILAIL
                         Hey, No sweat cobber. Come here
                         luv!

               Bilail grabs Azreal pulls her face down and starts to French
               kiss her passionately. Azreal turns bright red all over. It
               shows through her fur. Azreal stands her ground stoically.

                                   AZREAL (V.O.)
                         If she vants to play at beink a
                         dyke, fine. If I fight she'll just
                         do it longrrrrrrr.

               Shortly they break the clinch and both grin at the desk
               clerk's startled look. Azreal walks up to the desk

                                   AZREAL
                             (whispers in clerks ear)
                         Any messages for a Ms. Foster?

                                   DESK CLERK
                         Yes ma'am! Right here.

               He leans across the desk and hisses



               DESK CLERK CONT'D

               If you want to try it with a male. I get off at 1:00 AM. Meet
               me in the bar.

               Azreal, who's 20, gives her most wide-eyed, little girl look.

                                   AZREAL
                         You poor thing! I get off all the
                         time! In the bar you say... Can I
                         go in there I'm only sixteen?

                                   DESK CLERK
                         Gulp! Never mind miss Foster. What
                         about you Ms. Rayne I know you're
                         over 19 you paid with a credit
                         card.

               Before Julie can answer, DREAMAR, a muskrat girl with tons of
               badges and ribbons, runs up.

                                   DREAMAR
                         Julie it's me Dreamar! Did you guys
                         come by car? The staff car broke
                         down and Roger Wilmont and his
                         publisher's rep are at the airport
                         waiting... can you go pick them up?

                                   JULIE
                         Ya! I sure could, you gals settle
                         in I'll be right back!

               Julie grabs the parking stub out of Azreal's paw and dashes
               for the front door. Zoom!

                                   AZREAL
                         She never wanted to drive my car
                         before ..... wonder if she has a
                         license?



               INT. HOTEL ROOM

               The bellhop meets them at their room with bags and after
               Bilail flashes him, he mimes he'd prefer cash. When he
               leaves, the girls each flop on different beds.

                                   AZREAL
                             (reads her note aloud)
                         "Ms.
                         Foster (Jr.),Please join me in the
                         steam room at Midnight. Come alone
                         and bring the binder. Uncle Olley"

               Azreal neatly folds the note.

                                   AZREAL (CONT'D)
                         That sounds like Dr. Krazner
                         auntie's colleague now in S.C. At
                         the Hexagon.



               CLOSE UP OF PHOTO

               A picture of  Prof. Foster, Azreal, Charlton and DR. KRAZNER
               (a white rat) in front of  a grand marble building (like a
               courthouse)



               INT. HOTEL ROOM CONTINUOUS

               She examines the envelope. Looks at her watch. 11:45. Bilail
               has her headphones on and doesn't even notice when Azreal
               leaves the room.



               INT. HOTEL - HALLWAYS AND ELEVATORS

               It takes Azreal a while to thread through the maze of the
               hotel and find the health spa. Her hair is jet black, long
               and straight and her bangs are cut straight across her
               forehead. She wears a short black-lace dress with thigh high
               stockings with alternating horizontal red and white stripes.



               INT. HEALTH SPA ON THE ROOF

               A harp SEAL male wearing sweat pants and a white tee shirt
               eyes her suspiciously from behind a counter. The analog clock
               behind him reads 11:59 PM

               SEAL

               Can I help you miss? Are you a guest?

                                   AZREAL
                         Yeah. Is Dr. Krazner here? --
                         ...supposed to meet him in steam
                         room.

                                   SEAL
                         Third door on the left. The ladies
                         changing room is first on the
                         right. -- Room number please?



               INT. GIRLS HOTEL ROOM -- SIMULTANEOUS

               Bilail takes off her headphones. Pulls out a chain with a
               Laminated card on it:
               ALL ACCESS BACKSTAGE PASS: PHUCKING PHASERS
               "SCREW THE OXEN HERE COME THE PHUCKING PHASERS" 
               TOUR PEOPLE'S CONCERT HALL, STEENBOK CITY 

               She puts it around her neck, Glances at the digital clock on
               the night table that reads 12:05 AM, and leaves the room.



               EXT. STEENBOK CITY AIRPORT NIGHT

               Julie, behind the wheel of the Foster's car, careens over
               sidewalks, runs over traffic cones and finally drives up onto
               to the sidewalk in front of ROGER Wilmont and GREGORY
               Mendeliev. Roger is a balding, husky, short hedgehog
               {erinaceus europaeus} in a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts,
               wearing sunglasses at night. Gregory is a peccary (dicotyles
               tajacu) in an impeccable tan business suit. Julie rolls down
               the window.

                                   JULIE
                         Mr. Wilmont? Your ride's here.
                         Driving seemed much easier in the
                         manuals.

                                   ROGER
                         You see Greg, There's people that
                         drive worse than me-- Thank you
                         miss.......?

                                   JULIE
                         Rayne, Julie Rayne. I think you
                         know my sister Lisa?

                                   ROGER
                         Yes! Not in the archaic sense,
                         more's the pity.

                                   JULIE
                             (quoting)
                         "...and Bastet knew her consort and
                         she begat..." "To know me is to
                         love me"

                                   GREGORY
                         Spare me! If it's all the same to
                         you Mizz Rainy, I'll drive. I for
                         one would like to arrive alive.



               INT. GEORGE'S BEDROOM "PEOPLE'S PALACE" -- SIMULTANEOUS

               Ornate well-appointed bedroom suite with embossed velvet
               wallpaper, Original oil paintings, and a purple satin covered
               canopy bed. GEORGE, is sitting on the bed, talking on the
               phone.

                                   GEORGE
                         Oh, Lisa it's you. What a relief.
                         I've been fielding angry calls from
                         'Titans of industry' offering me
                         everything they can think of and
                         Admirals offering to kill me every
                         way they can think of.

                                   LISA (V.O.)
                             (on phone)
                         Citizen you've done a very brave
                         thing. Your father would have been
                         proud. You accomplished two of the
                         things he left unfinished...

                                   GEORGE
                         Last year we found new homes for
                         the last furrs displaced by the war
                         of unification. It took 20 years...

                                   LISA (V.O.)
                             (on phone)
                         ...and with tonight's speech you
                         not only lifted our biggest tax
                         burden but ended the last vestige
                         of slavery on Geode. No Military
                         equals no F. U. R. N. s. Those poor
                         young girls and boys forced to
                         serve as companions for soldiers
                         and brainwashed into being docile
                         little servants and...

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. BATTLECRUISER "BATTLE OF BACTAVIA" -- SIMULTANEOUS.

               Long cigar-shaped Space ship with multiple gun turrets,
               cannons and a forest of antennae/ray guns. It's painted in a
               faint tiger-stripe pattern



               INT. VIP CABIN ON BOARD BATTLECRUISER -- SIMULTANEOUS.

               LENNY, George's younger, thinner brother in a military
               uniform dripping with too many medals, gold braid, epaulets
               and embroidery, Slams down the phone being held by BUN, a
               female white rabbit wearing a skimpy purple thong bikini and
               kneeling by his desk. She has a shiny, purple, plastic collar
               around her neck. She also has one black eye and a round nick
               in one ear. The cabin is very much like George's bedroom
               except the bed is bolted to the floor and the pictures are
               copies imbedded in the walls. GRAND ADMIRAL MULLER, a serval
               ({leptailarus serval} medium sized spotted cat with longish
               ears) in a less fancy uniform, is in the doorway.

                                   LENNY
                         Damn, Damn and double damn! I can't
                         get through to George ta tell him
                         what an idiot he's being. We need
                         the spacefleet. I love the
                         Spacefleet. The spacefleet is the
                         only thing that can save us from
                         the invasion of the magic  white
                         bunnies! Right Bun, Bun?

                                   BUN
                         Yes, master Leonard.

                                   GRAND ADMIRAL MULLER
                         Citizen Lenny, my good and dear
                         friend, I have a better Idea. We'll
                         send a courier. Let us show him one
                         of the brave sons of Geode he wants
                         to either unemploy or send off to
                         fight in foreign wars...



               INT. STEAM ROOM HEALTH SPA

               Azreal in a towel, carrying the still unopened envelope,
               feels her way through the thick, moist fog.

                                   AZREAL
                         Dr. Krazner.
                             (pause)
                         Uncle Olley? You in here?

               As her eyes adjust to the dimness, she sees a lighted timer
               on the wall that reads 12:15 AM and a figure seated on a high
               bench. It's wearing one towel with another wrapped around its 
               neck.

                                   AZREAL (CONT'D)
                         Uncle Olley is that you? Say
                         something. You're scaring me...

               She reaches out to him and he falls over. His eyes are wide
               open, his tongue is out and there are bruises on his neck.
               She listens for a heartbeat and tries C.P.R. Nothing. She
               runs through the fog/steam and hits a wall. She feels along
               it till she finds the door, but it's stuck or locked. She
               slumps to the floor and opens the envelope.

                                   AZREAL (CONT'D)
                         Poor Uncle Olley. What in Himmel is
                         zo important?

               She holds the folder close to her face and starts to read.



               INT. BACKSEAT OF CAR MINUTES LATER

               Roger and Julie sit close together. He has one palm resting
               on her knee and is speaking softly. Julie is very excited.

                                   ROGER
                         ......so I fixed up Natalie,
                         Captain Fenkirk, as best I could
                         and carried her back to the ship.
                         Doc Long had her back on her feet
                         in no time and we were outta there.

                                   JULIE
                         Wow, Mr. Wilmont...

                                   ROGER
                         Call me Roger. Julie isn't it?

                                   JULIE
                         Ya, you don't just write about
                         those adventures, you actually live
                         them right alongside Doc Long.

               Julie stares starry eyed at Roger and puts a hand on his
               knee.

                                   ROGER
                         Well I do embellish things a bit. I
                         try to make the story come out more
                         interesting than it was when I
                         lived it. My latest is about this
                         cute little brown civet girl we
                         helped reunite with her lost
                         family. We had to fight the local
                         bureaucracy every step of the way.
                         Much harder than opposing guns and
                         knives.

                                   JULIE
                         You saved Stephie Foster from the
                         relocation camps? She's at the con!
                         Calls herself Azreal. She's my
                         bosom buddy. I can't wait to read
                         your version of her story. She
                         doesn't like to talk about it much.

               Roger puts his arm around Julie's shoulders and his mouth up
               to her ear.

                                   ROGER
                             (whispering)
                         Make a deal with you. Greg keeps
                         taking away my booze. Bring me a
                         bottle of...

                                   JULIE
                         ...Volpone Reserve. I've read ALL
                         your books. Doc drinks Aldebran
                         brandy, not to often, and Natalie
                         drinks warm sake...

                                   ROGER
                             (whispering)
                         ...Sssh, keep it down please.
                         Anyway if you sneak a bottle up to
                         my room, I'll show you the galleys.

               Julie hugs Roger from the side, licks his neck, realizes what
               she's done and lets go.

                                   JULIE
                         Deal!
                             (whispering)
                         Deal.

               Roger looks happy.

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