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EXT. The camara flies in from the ocean across the ruins of burning city. Beyond the city is a large encampment of dismounted troops. The encampment is punctuated by large bonfires, joyous music and general carousing. Clearly a celebration is in progress. The camera pans across the encampment to a large white tent placed on a rise on the edge of a tropical forest. The flap of the tent is lifted and a tall, white-haired man is military attire is standing behind a large camp table covered with maps. An aide enters...
LIEUTENANT: General Washington, sir, news has just arrived from our Spanish allies. The simian city on the eastern side of the peninsula has been captured. The war is over!
GEN WASHINGTON: *sighing* Well, that's it then. Please send my compliments to the Spanish commander.
LIEUTENANT: Yes, sir.
GEN WASHINGTON: Have any survivors from the simian city been recovered?
LIEUTENANT: No, sir. Not yet sir. But we still have several patrols out with orders to round up and bring in any prisoners. Some may not be back 'til morning.
GEN WASHINGTON: Very good Alex, keep me informed. *walking around the table, and looking out the door of the tent across the encampment to the smoldering ruins of the city to the west* Do we have any idea yet where these inexplicably clever apes originated?
LIEUTENANT: None yet, sir, but the English reported finding some strange artifacts when they captured what appeared to be the simian capital in the far north. Some of the things they are reporting hardly make sense – buildings made of strange metals and a room that is there, but is not there... it’s all rather odd.
GEN WASHINGTON: Hmm... perhaps we should go investigate this ourselves... Have the general staff assemble at 0600. We need to discuss demobilizing the army, anyway; we might as well discuss a trip to the simian capital.
LIEUTENANT: Yes, sir. Very good, General.
CUT TO EXT. OF TENT. The camara pans several hundred yards up the slope to the top of the ridgeline above the encampment. A Shadowy figure peers out from the thick foliage overlooking the ruined city and the celebrations of the victorious army.
It is:
CHA-KA: Humani nichi. Humani omu tusasa. Ne groomah wani ama Chimpahs on Pakuni.
CHA-KA: Humani chi Chimpahs; killah amurani Cha-ka’s. Cha-ka doroka humani mebisasa.
The little Pakuni fingers a shiny hunk of metal that hangs from his neck on a string:
CHA-KA: Wusachi Chaka killah humani. Cha-ka wir wo revengeah!!
The camera pans back to a view overlooking the ruined city and the sea beyond. A rustling of leaves is heard, and an eerie green light begins to illuminate the surrounding foliage. The glow intensifies, building into a bright flash. There is a loud *crack*, followed by silence, and a gradual return of forest sounds.
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