This script is the first volume of a comic series and serves primarily to lay out a full understand of the series protagonist Wel-Atta for the audience by following his life from youth to being a young adult as the galaxy changes drastically around him.
EXT. ZYGERRIAN PALACE-LANDING PAD-DAY
The new Imperial ship lands on the pad extending from the
grounds of the Zygerrian palace, high above the markets.
The PRIME MINISTER approaches the ship, met by an IMPERIAL
Hail Imperials, what might be the
purpose of your visit?
We are here to discuss new terms on
behalf of the Emperor. Zygerrian
services has been unappreciated for
I couldn’t agree more, seems there
is hope for a strong galaxy under
new Imperial guidance after all.
The Prime Minister waves the Imperial convoy towards the
INT. ROYAL PAVILION-DAY
Intricate grating on the ceiling and walls filters dramatic
sunlight into the luxurious private garden it surrounds.
WEL-ATTA (5) is a Zygerrian with angled horns and curly hair.
He picks through the exotic plants with a tablet in one hand.
GEVEK (4) is of the same species, with unkempt claws and a
more jagged look. He claws at the delicate carvings without
care for blemishes left by his upward struggle.
Wel-Atta wanders to the far edge of the pavilion, laying down
and sticking his arms through the grating to get his tablet
to capture plants that had sprouted beyond the enclosure.
Footsteps cause Wel-Atta to peek out from under the flora. He
perks up at seeing the stranger but slinks from view when he
sees Prime Minister just behind the Ambassador.
The plant Wel-Atta was following extends into the walkway and
the Imperial Ambassador pauses to grind a bud with their heel
For the sake of your people’s
future, I truly hope one of your
heirs is suitable to the Academy.
I already have an offering in mind,
you’ll understand when you meet him
The pair turn towards the pavilion entrance and Wel-Atta
scrambles from the brush back to Gevek.
Gevek tumbles from his half-hearted climb as the two adults
enter to inspect the two royals. Wel-Atta watches from the
edge, half obscured by the garden’s flora.
Gevek and Wel-Atta I’ve been told?
Children as young as you are
positioned to take hold of an
incredibly different galaxy and as
born leaders you have a duty.
Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?
Ambassador frowns at Gevek, and glances at Wel-Atta.
It takes courage to seize the
future, and I’d hope to see that
the Zygerrian royalty would not be
washed away by the tides of time.
You worry too much. I think you’d
find your eh, ‘Imperial ethic’ in
that one there.
Wel-Atta bristles as Prime Minister directs the Ambassador to
him, moving to place a stern hand on his shoulder.
PRIME MINISTER (CONT’D)
He’d fit in better with your lot
then he does with our royal breed.
Wel-Atta creases his brow, fixated on the ground before
slowly lifting his gaze to meet the Ambassador’s.
The Ambassador in turn analyzes him with a calculating glare.
Wel-Atta shrugs off his father’s hand and steps towards the
Imperial Ambassador. He mimics the Ambassador’s body language
I would be honored to deliver a
strong future to my people, in
whatever way best suits me.
Ambassador grins, and the Prime Minister nods eagerly.
Wel-Atta hurriedly follows the Ambassador when they exit the
pavilion. He doesn’t react to Gevek’s pouty look.
When Wel-Atta exits, Gevek turns to his father with a sour
glare. The Prime Minister chuckles heartily.
Oh lighten up son, I’ve just
cleared your path to succession! I
knew I’d make you a proper King one
way or another. An inconvenience
rid of and Imperial favor secured.
EXT. ZYGERRIAN PALACE-BALCHONY-DAY
The Imperial Ambassador strides through the open air hallway
balconies of the Zygerrian Palace, not slowing for the child
struggling to keep up with their strides.
Are you taking me to leave?
The Ambassador slows to turn and see Wel-Atta standing in
place, trying to pose himself authoritatively.
That will be necessary yes, the
Empire asks difficult things of all
of us for-
I don’t care, I want to leave.
The Ambassador looks at the child with new interest.
Interesting. You will fit in nicely
at the Imperial Academy young one.
INT. IMPERIAL ACADEMY-DAY
As Wel-Atta steps into the lofty speech hall of the Imperial
Academy, his head swivels around to see as much of his
surroundings as he can. He wears a formal white uniform.
Adults in Imperial uniforms line the walls, watching the
crowd of students. Ambassador is among them.
The sound of speakers directs the crowd’s attention to the
main stage of the hall, the speaker’s outfit more decorated.
On this day, the Imperial Academy
welcomes it’s first student body.
Wel-Atta glances around him, taking peeks at his new peers.
One student does the same, and Wel-Atta makes eye contact
with a human boy his age with blond hair and dark eyes.
Wel-Atta grins at him, the student gives a small wave.
INT. ACADEMY HALLS-DAY
Here you will learn the Imperial
values that keep our galaxy orderly
Wel-Atta rushes down the hall with many tablets in tow, and
he excitedly grabs the boy by the shoulder.
I’m Wel-Atta of Zygerria! From
orientation! What’s your name?
The boy is initially flustered but responds in a snap.
I’m Hux, hailing from Corusant.
What’s you next class?
INT. ACADEMY LIBRARY-NIGHT
The Empire asks much of it’s
leaders, peace throughout the
galaxy demands as much.
Wel-Atta stands in front of a group of students, talking with
wild gestures in front of a hologram. He hastily scrawls
notes and diagrams onto a board for the other students.
Most the group looks uneasy but Hux stares intently and
offers occasional responses to break up Wel-Atta’s monologue.
The two play off each other casually, the rest of the group
just having to sit there and watch Hux encourage Wel-Atta.