JUNO STEEL AND THE PROMISED LAND (PART ONE)
SOUND: RAIN. TRAIN ARRIVES, CREAKS TO A STOP. DOOR CLANKS OPEN.
CONDUCTOR:
Ah, good evening, Traveler. And welcome… to The Penumbra. Take your seat, please, take your seat.
MUSIC: STARTS.
SOUND: DOOR CLANKS SHUT.
The junction lies just ahead, Traveler. If you’ll allow me just a moment.
SOUND: TRAIN WHISTLE.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, next stop? Hyperion City.
SOUND: TRAIN MOVING.
A career of ending cases has made Detective Steel very aware of what a closing should feel like. And this case should be a closing. With the mayor cornered and the clues gathered, the mystery that has dogged Detective Steel for months should be in its final act. But the end of any story is only the beginning of another; and, for that matter, the prologue, epilogue, and table of contents for a dozen more, some of which run deeper and deadlier than Detective Steel is prepared for.
SOUND: TRAIN BRAKES. DOOR CLANKS OPEN, RAIN.
Our next stop: Juno Steel and the Promised Land.
ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.
***
MUSIC: STARTS.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
It was two hundred years ago when the day came that Erin Marshall D’Arc decided the world just wasn’t worth saving anymore.
Can’t blame her, really. D’Arc had seen the worst humanity had to offer: a squabble on some other planet turned into a galaxy-spanning barroom brawl, the beginning of the war that would be humanity’s self-destructive story for the next two centuries. And, if you asked most people at the time, they’d probably tell you it was the beginning of the end, too.
Faced with that – the creeping panic that everything’s about to end, or worse, like we’ve all just proved that everything should end – D’Arc came to the only conclusion left: the world just wasn’t worth saving anymore. So, she decided to go make one that was worth saving.
You’re probably wondering how I know all that. But when you’re at my level, beating back ancient aliens and political assassinations, uncovering centuries-old conspiracies is just part of the job. Hell, maybe you’ve heard of me: my name is Juno Steel, I’m a private eye—
ALESSANDRA STRONG:
Private eye, yeah, I get it. I am too. Not exactly impressed.
JUNO:
Not impressed? I uncover a conspiracy two hundred years dead, and you’re not impressed?
STRONG:
I never heard of it.
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.
JUNO:
Of course you’ve never heard of it. That’s called a “hook,” Alessandra; first you start off with something big and eye-catching to get people in the door, and then—
STRONG:
Alright, fine, it was real pretty, Steel. You’re a poet and an inspiration or whatever. But you didn’t answer my question. How did you know I needed all that money?
JUNO:
Oh, sure. So you want to talk about your apartment?
STRONG:
My apartment– how did you know?
MUSIC: ENDS.
JUNO:
Then we can get back to Erin Marshall D’Arc and the Free Dome later. Let’s talk about your apartment.
Bottom line: you need money because you want to buy your apartment, and you need it now because your landowner’s selling it out from under you at the end of the month. And I know that because you’re not alone: the fact of the matter is that people have been getting kicked out of their apartments in Hyperion City for months – maybe even as far back as the last time you and I worked together. The letter you got from the company that owns your place looks a lot like a letter a lot of people have been getting, from places named things like Babbling Brook Realty. A couple of cops I was working with the other day were both getting calls from Clearskies Real Estate; your bogeymen are from Crystal Falls Housing. And I’ll admit, that part Rita got for me.
STRONG:
So this is all connected, somehow?
JUNO:
I can’t get any specific paper trail, but real estate isn’t the only thing getting bought and sold in this city: so are real estate owners. Within the past year all those corps I just mentioned have all been bought by the same conglomerate.
STRONG:
And you think Mayor Pereyra’s behind it.
JUNO:
I do.
STRONG:
Proof?
JUNO:
Oh cool, you’ve got some? Maybe in that big backpack of yours? That’d be great.
STRONG:
Steel—!
JUNO:
I don’t have any, Alessandra. If I did, we wouldn’t be down here. I don’t know exactly how all this connects; I just know that it does. Because just over a month ago, Pilot’s piranha-faced right-hand crony was working for Babbling Brook Realty, trying to make their end of these evictions go off without a hitch. That connects Babbling Brook to Pilot. And just a few days ago she helped Pilot rob the Museum of Colonized History to get a map leading down here – which means all of this is connected. Somehow.
And also, the closer we’ve gotten to this little adventure in the subway, the faster the selling’s been happening. Oldtown’s getting hit the hardest, but so are the Boiler and Satan’s Diner. In poor neighborhoods, the evictions are spreading out in clusters. And now we’re after Pereyra, and where do they go?
STRONG:
Underneath Oldtown.
JUNO:
See? There’s definitely a connection in there, somewhere. We just gotta find out what it is.
STRONG:
Okay. I think I’m following along. The mayor is trying to kick me out of my apartment. Why not? Everything else is going wrong. Why the hell not?
But that’s… I don’t know, normal mayor stuff? Barely a politician goes through Town Hall without trying some sort of con, and compared to the last few, real estate’s pretty tame, honestly. What the hell’s that got to do with the old subway system?
JUNO:
Well, I was gonna tell you, but then you interrupted me.
STRONG:
That story about… what’s-her-name from 200 years ago?
JUNO:
What’s-her-name was what’s-her-named Erin Marshall D’Arc. And I told you, she was the first Free Domer.
STRONG:
You keep saying that. Fr-free Domer… why does that sound familiar—
Oh, no. You’re kidding me. Steel!
JUNO:
Could you do me a favor and just un-remember that for a second? I was really hoping I’d have time to make it sound convincing.
STRONG:
The Free Dome?! Really? You dragged me down into the subway because you want to look for Martian Atlantis?
JUNO:
No.
STRONG:
Good, because—
JUNO:
I dragged you down here because Pilot is looking for Martian Atlantis. Also, I always thought of it more like an El Dorado or a Floating City of Jupiter’s Eye kind of thing.
STRONG:
Yeah, neither of which exist! I like knowing what I’m getting myself into, Juno, and you just told me I have to prep for a fairy tale! A lost city!
JUNO:
Look, what do you care? If Pilot’s wrong, then hey, this is a short case after all. They take their Free Domer codex that I guess just exists for no reason, head to a dead end somewhere down here, we nab ‘em, and we’re done.
STRONG:
That’s not the problem. I don’t care what Pilot thinks. I care what you think.
JUNO:
I haven’t said anything about what I—
STRONG:
No, but it’s all over your face.
(SIGHS)
Listen, Juno, if I’m edgy it’s because that’s the only way I’ve figured out how to survive. Okay? You figure out what you’re getting into, and you prepare for it. And all these tall tales or whatever, they just distract you from seeing what you actually have to prep for.
JUNO:
So you ignore the evidence all around you instead. Nice.
STRONG:
What evidence? We haven’t seen anything except abandoned stations and busted-up old subway cars. There is nothing. Down. Here.
SOUND: ELECTRONIC BUZZES & BLIPS.
What the hell—?
VOICE 1 (FROM SPEAKER):
There’s nothing– down here.
Please– turn back. There’s nothing for you here. Go away. Please, turn back. Turn back.
SOUND: BUZZING ENDS.
JUNO:
(AFTER A PAUSE)
So that’s basically confirmation, right?
STRONG:
Fine. Tell your stupid story. But I’m not convinced yet.
JUNO:
Ooookay. So. Erin Marshall D’Arc.
MUSIC: STARTS.
She was an engineer drafted into working on Solar military weaponry back in the start of the war. And back then that was bad news: it was a free-for-all, kill-where-the-tech-takes-you kind of thing, and working on the sort of weapons they had back then… tended to loosen people’s screws a little. A lot, actually.
And D’Arc was feeling it. All that pressure, all that panic. It just made her want to run away, find someplace where she wouldn’t have to kill anyone anymore, find someplace she could really be free. Just one problem: that place didn’t exist.
STRONG:
So she built it. The Free Dome. Right, I get it.
JUNO:
She didn’t just build it, Alessandra. Where the hell would she? Mars only has a couple cities and a few desert outposts ‘cause the radiation will bake you like a potato if you stay out there for more than a few hours, and Domes can’t be built just anywhere. So if you want a new city, you’ve got to figure out how to build a place to build it. You have to invent a better Dome.
STRONG:
Which is impossible.
JUNO:
D’Arc did it. She stole the tech from the military—
STRONG:
Oh, give me a break.
JUNO:
—escaped into the old subway system, and built the Free Dome! There was an investigation, Alessandra. It was in the papers two hundred years ago. They never found her!
STRONG:
You were a cop, Steel. You’re telling me you’ve never been sent on a wild goose chase before?
JUNO:
I mean, yeah, but—
STRONG:
Okay, so someone named Erin Marshall D’Arc committed some crazy-unlikely crime and then ran away. Of course it turned into a whole urban legend thing: it’s exciting, and it sounds impossible, so why not throw in a few more impossible things for good measure?
But this is just a story, Juno. You can’t just make a new Dome anywhere. If you could, Mars wouldn’t be ninety percent desert. The conditions have got to be perfect, or something.
JUNO:
Yeah, well, I bet whoever invented neon got told that a lot, too. “You can’t have light when it’s dark outside!” “Yeah, well look at this.”
STRONG:
They figured out light before neon.
JUNO:
What I’m saying is it’s not impossible, alright? If that tech really is down here and we stop Pilot from getting it? It would be huge! Losing your home would never be a problem again – there’d be so much open space you could live anywhere.
MUSIC: ENDS.
STRONG:
Again: really nice story. Will be great if all that’s true. But I’ve got stuff to do that doesn’t include dying. So I’ll help you nab the mayor, which is all you’re paying me to do, but I’m not gonna go on some underground treasure-hunt without prepping ahead of time, just ‘cause you got attached to an adventure story.
JUNO:
(PFFT)
You-you-you have stuff to do? What the hell kind of stuff is more important to you than keeping people in their homes?
STRONG:
I’m engaged, Juno.
JUNO:
Oh.
Got engaged in… seven months, huh? That’s… fast.
STRONG:
We were in the Solar Military together years ago. I thought she was dead, but… the paperwork finally went through and a bunch of PoWs just got released from the former Outer Rim. She was one of them, and she found me. Seems kind of rude to die after all that.
JUNO:
Cool. Cool.
Is she… uh, nice?
STRONG:
Not really.
JUNO:
Oh.
STRONG:
She’s smart, though. And tough. And ambitious. And funny. I like funny, as it turns out. I like pretty, too.
JUNO:
That’s great.
Wow, that’s, uh… really great. So you got your happy ending, then.
STRONG:
Except for the whole about-to-be-homeless thing, I feel pretty good about it, yeah. But. my point is it’s not an ending. More of a happy middle.
JUNO:
“Happy middle.”
(SNORTS)
STRONG:
That wasn’t a joke.
JUNO:
Yeah, it was. Nobody tells stories about happy middles. Well, not unless they’re about to end horribly, anyway.
STRONG:
You know, this is exactly what’s wrong with the way you think, Juno.
JUNO:
Just one thing?
STRONG:
It’s always heroic sacrifices and blazes of glory with you. Taking that stupid pill, this case in the subway, your big “woe is me” speech when you and I—
JUNO:
I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. The reason there aren’t any stories about happy lives that stay happy is because they’re boring.
STRONG:
As stories, yes. But damn it, life isn’t just some story, okay? Death and suffering are not impressive. Dying’s easy: you’ve only got to do it once. You can never stop surviving. You’ve got to get up and do it all day, every day. That’s what’s hard.
JUNO:
Hard doesn’t mean the same thing as worthwhile. Running on a treadmill’s hard, but at the end you still haven’t gotten anywhere.
STRONG:
Just… let’s drop it, okay? I didn’t want to talk about this with you anyway. God, I forgot how depressing you are.
JUNO:
At least we agree on something.
Hang on, stop, stop.
STRONG:
What? Do you want to look for fantasy-land or not?
JUNO:
The Theia’s been tracking Pilot and the Piranha’s footsteps, but here they just… end.
STRONG:
So your cyber-eye is busted, too. Great.
JUNO:
I don’t think so.
Last case I was on where footsteps just stopped like this, there was…
SOUND: CLICK. DOOR CREAKS OPEN.
Bingo. Still think it’s just a story?
STRONG:
Yeah.
SOUND: INTERCOM BLIP. STATIC.
VOICE 2 (FROM SPEAKER):
Testing, testing. This thing on?
JUNO:
Who the hell is that?
VOICE 2 (FROM SPEAKER):
Where are my goddamn headphones… Test! That’s better.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Listen, I probably only have a few seconds before her recording cuts in. The old lady might’ve had her head in the clouds, but she could write a hell of a security protocol. I can’t delete a second of her audio, and—
SOUND: BUZZ, JINGLE STARTS.
—oh GOD damn it, it’s about to start – okay, don’t listen a word she tells you, it’s all outdated—
SOUND: JINGLE ENDS.
VOICE 3 (FROM SPEAKER):
Seekers of the Free Dome. Those of you who believe a better life can be made out there, away from the greed, the war, the disease. My new neighbors. Welcome.
VOICE 2 (FROM SPEAKER):
Just ignore her! And go through the stupid tube, that’s all she’s gonna say at the end of this shpiel anyway. Marshall out.
SOUND: INTERCOM BLIP.
VOICE 3 (FROM SPEAKER):
I am Erin Marshall D’Arc, and I am the founder of your new home: the Free Dome. Please. Come through the passage and join us. Everyone is welcome. Together, we can make a paradise on Mars. I know we can. We’ll be waiting for you, neighbors.
SOUND: STATIC ENDS.
JUNO:
Alessandra?
STRONG:
No thanks. I think you can go first.
JUNO:
Don’t mind if I do.
SOUND: GRUNTS, RUSTLING.
STRONG:
You see anything up there, Steel?
JUNO:
About to find out.
SOUND: THEIA BEEP.
THEIA:
Command received. Commencing full environment scan and database research.
Electromagnetic sequencing shows machinery within the walls. Recently active. Heat signatures appear to resemble those of password pads most commonly in use circa one hundred and seventy-two years ago. They have been. Deactivated.
JUNO:
(QUIETLY)
Wow, that was a hell of an update. Barely need to do any of the detecting on my own anymore.
STRONG:
What was that? I can’t hear you.
THEIA:
The tunnel will end in twenty feet. An entry button has been detected. Please be advised that the material appears to be. Of a different composition. Than the doors we’ve passed.
JUNO:
Thank you, Theia.
THEIA:
You are. Welcome.
STRONG:
(QUIETLY)
Now he’s having conversations with himself. You can’t have one normal case, can you, Strong? It’s always super-drug gang wars this and doomsday cults that—
JUNO:
I’m hitting it. Get ready.
SOUND: CLICK. INTERCOM BLIP, STATIC.
VOICE 2 [MARSHALL] (FROM SPEAKER):
So, look: my old lady probably just blew you some smoke about the Free Dome being for everyone, or whatever. She had a lot of big ideas like that. It’s why she never got nearly as much done as she said she was going to. But, lookit: I spent a whole childhood watching her mess our Free Dome up, and I’m not gonna let it happen again. I’m Marshall Erin D’Arc. Her kid. Boom! There’s a twist. You think you’re gonna get Good Cop and there’s Realist Cop, here to make you earn your keep.
But hey, you heard that? I’m not Bad Cop; I’m Realist Cop. Also: not a cop. This is a metaphor. But, I’m gonna drop the flowery language for a sec and get real with you, because that’s what Realist Cop does. Gets. Real.
‘Cause Ma? Might’ve had all that crap about everyone being her neighbor or whatever, but guess what? She’s dead. Marshall only takes the best, the brightest, the most loyal. So if you want in on paradise? You better be able to prove you can help make it paradise. I’ve got a full slate of tests lined up for you, and if you can pass ‘em, welcome to utopia. If not? Welcome to fertilizer. Alright, go ahead. Press the button. Come on in. What are you waiting for? Press it.
STRONG:
(AFTER A PAUSE)
Steel? He said press it.
JUNO:
Hang on.
STRONG:
Please tell me you’re having second thoughts. It’d imply some first thoughts that until right now, I wasn’t convinced existed.
JUNO:
It’s just a hunch, but… the recording didn’t cut. Wait a second.
MARSHALL D’ARC (FROM SPEAKER):
(AFTER A PAUSE)
Ha ha! See? That’s test one. Test of Patience. You press that button, BOOM! Shrapnel. Pieces. But you listened to me, and you listened to my codex. Nice. Nice.
Now, is that true, that I was gonna kaboom ya? You don’t know. But you sure as hell aren’t about to test it, are ya? Call that test two, the Trust-Test. BAM, I’m knockin’ these out. Eat it, Erin!
(PANTS)
She’s got another message for ya in the next room. Just ignore her, hit the button by the tracks, and wait for the pod. Might take a while ‘cause, y’know, she built it. Marshall out.
SOUND: INTERCOM BLIP, STATIC ENDS.
JUNO:
Now do you believe—
STRONG:
Just press the button and let’s go.
JUNO:
If you say so.
SOUND: CLICK. GEARS WHIRRING, THEN CLUNK.
Oh… huh. That’s not great.
STRONG:
What? What is it?
PIRANHA:
For an abandoned subway this place makes a whole lot of noise, don’t it?
JUNO:
That’s… worse.
PILOT PEREYRA:
You might as well check on it. The pod isn’t here yet.
PIRANHA:
Me? How come I—
PEREYRA:
Do I look like the spooky noise-checking type? You begged to come along. Show a little gratitude.
STRONG:
Damn it! Steel, get us out of here!
JUNO:
(STRAINING)
I’m trying, but the door… didn’t open all the way!
SOUND: METAL CREAKING.
PEREYRA:
Besides, this is… I just want to check this out by myself for a minute. I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time, buddy. You can respect that. …Bye now.
PIRANHA:
Fine.
(GROWLS)
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.
STRONG:
Can you close it, then?
JUNO:
It’s a smooth piece of metal, Alessandra, what do you want me to grab it with, my teeth?
STRONG:
Just stop whining and move aside!
SOUND: METAL CREAKS, GRUNTING.
PIRANHA:
Whole damn place is falling apart…
STRONG:
(GRUNTS)
PIRANHA:
(GASPS)
The hell was that?
STRONG:
(WHISPERING)
Move, Steel! Behind the support column, go!
SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.
PIRANHA:
Anybody out there?
SOUND: PANTING.
If you don’t come out quiet, I’m gonna make you and every one of your fingers I don’t bite off regret it, see?
SOUND: GUN COCKING. INTERCOM BLIP, STATIC.
MARSHALL (FROM SPEAKER):
I’m Marshall Erin D’Arc. BOOM!
SOUND: REPEATED CLUNKS & MOTOR WHIRRING.
BOOM– BOOM– BOOM– BOOM– BOOM– BOOM– (CONTINUOUSLY LOOPS IN BACKGROUND)
PIRANHA:
Oh, son of a…
Y’know, for keepers of some kinda ancient supertechnology the Free Domers couldn’t build a bunker worth a damn. Now this door’s broken, too.
PEREYRA:
Well, fix it. It’s giving me a headache.
PIRANHA:
Yes, your highness.
Ey, shaddup, you—
(GRUNTS)
SOUND: BANG. RECORDING SKIPS.
I said shaddup!
(GRUNTS)
SOUND: MORE BANGS. RECORDING SKIPS, THEN CUTS OUT. MOTOR DIES.
And unless you want some more’a that you’ll stay quiet. Creep.
PEREYRA:
The man you’re threatening is about a hundred years dead, pal. You haven’t lost it on me, have you?
PIRANHA:
(GROWLS)
Could’ve sworn I heard something.
PEREYRA:
Hearing things, huh? When we get back I’ll take you out to a nice padded cell I know. My treat.
(CHUCKLES)
PIRANHA:
(GROWLS)
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.
(QUIETLY)
Just you wait, Pereyra. This ain’t the only mouth my boot’s gonna close… Close yours so hard it falls off its hinges, see…
JUNO:
That… was close.
(CLEARS THROAT)
That was pretty slick, Strong. Glad I brought you with me.
STRONG:
Yeah, well, you should be. Wanna see if we can get a closer look?
JUNO:
Fine. You lead the way this time.
STRONG:
I was planning on it.
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
The columns on the pillars said “Oldtown Station.”
I didn’t even know Oldtown had a station. The room we were in was all faded paint and old posters, advertising movies I’d never heard of with actors centuries dead wearing fashions I’d never seen before – a world long gone. This place was so old it must’ve already been ancient history when Erin D’Arc set the Free Domers up in here.
We climbed to a second floor landing to get an angle on Pilot and the Piranha, standing over by the tracks. Pilot was sizing up the place like they were thinkin’ about moving in. The Piranha was tapping her fingers on the desk, looking like she still had something in her serrated craw about all that noise.
PIRANHA:
What the hell is taking so long? You sure that stupid pod is coming?
PEREYRA:
Give it time. Wine improves with age. Engines, not so much.
Lot of space in this subway. I wonder why I never built anything down here. Some housing or something.
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.
PIRANHA:
People lose their marbles if they live under Martian ground too long. Radiation burns, brainswell…
PEREYRA:
Probably cost more to tear all this down than you’d ever make on it anyway.
PIRANHA:
Yeah, well, onto bigger and better things or whatever.
(COUGHING)
Where the hell is it? Damn dust’s got my asthma up.
SOUND: DISTANT HUM APPROACHING.
PEREYRA:
Well, look at that. Saddle up, pal, because I think our ride is just about here.
SOUND: BUZZ, JINGLE PLAYS. STATIC.
VOICE 3 [ERIN D’ARC] (FROM SPEAKER):
Thank you for waiting, new neighbors. In a galaxy gone so bitter, so violent, safety and peace are our highest priorities. We hope you understand.
PIRANHA:
(SNORTS)
ERIN (FROM SPEAKER):
Now, if all of you will please step up to the pod, it will bring you straight to your new home.
SOUND: STATIC ENDS.
PIRANHA:
Damn it. Stupid door’s busted, just like everything else…
SOUND: STATIC.
ERIN (FROM SPEAKER):
The journey to the Free Dome takes some time, and so for your safety, these doors will not open until all initiates within the station stand before the pod.
SOUND: STATIC ENDS.
STRONG:
Steel… I’ve got a bad feeling about this…
JUNO:
You and me both.
SOUND: STATIC.
ERIN (FROM SPEAKER):
Currently – two – initiates stand before the door. Would the remaining – two – initiates please step forward?
SOUND: STATIC ENDS.
JUNO:
Uh-oh.
PIRANHA:
(GROWLS)
You’re kidding me.
PEREYRA:
Shhh! Let’s just… hang on. Why don’t we step into my office for a second?
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.
PIRANHA:
Into your what? Oof!
STRONG:
I can’t make out what they’re saying. Steel?
JUNO:
If I can’t see their lips, the Theia can’t help. Besides, I don’t think we need to hear ‘em to know what they’re talking about. Pilot’s thinking there are two more people in here. Only reason they’d have to keep their voices down.
STRONG:
Damn, damn, damn.
Alright. We’ve got to pull the plug on this thing, Steel.
JUNO:
What? Why?
STRONG:
Because the price for going deeper, as it turns out, is giving up the only edge we have. So: no thanks.
JUNO:
You’re scared of them? Alessandra, they’re harmless!
STRONG:
Harmless? You told me she tried to kill someone by blowing up their cat!
JUNO:
Yeah, well, do you see any cats right now?
STRONG:
Knock it off. You do not go deeper behind enemy lines unless you have an actual plan – and you don’t. You don’t even know what’s in there!
JUNO:
There’s a pod! She just said there was a pod!
STRONG:
And then what?
I know you want to rush in and make this a big hero story or whatever, but guess what? Going out in a blaze of glory still means going out. And that’s not on the table with me.
Okay. I think this is the plan: we go down there together to scope out the situation. Then we each head around the monitor they’re hiding behind and cut off their exits, stun the two of them, take their weapons, and high-tail it out the front door with two sleepy crooks over our shoulders before this place finds another way to break.
JUNO:
But… can’t we just… wait and see what happens? A little longer?
STRONG:
You might be alright with gambling with your life, Steel, but I’m not. I’ve got someone who needs me. Now let’s move.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
So we split up. And I felt bad for Alessandra, going off into the dark alone. At least I had backup.
THEIA:
Scanning for footprints.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
The Theia outlined every bootstep and heelstep our targets had taken, and for a second it was nonsense, just a big golden scribble. But even that could be taken care of.
SOUND: THEIA BEEP.
THEIA:
Command received. Organizing footprints based on order of creation.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
It was like looking at flashing signs, highlighting footprint after footprint, reliving old steps. They started in the dark corner we’d seen Pilot and the Piranha duck into, then slid out, separated, and the Piranha’s big bootprints went straight through an office doorway right beside me.
Miracles of modern technology: an eye that solves mysteries for you. She was in there, laying out a trap for us. But, with the Theia boosting my reaction time, Piranha-face didn’t stand a chance. I pressed myself up against the door, closed my hand on the knob, and called in the troops.
THEIA:
Sight focused. Pulse accelerated. Fast-twitch muscle fibers boosted to maximum percent. Action recommended in three. Two. One.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
I threw open the door. For just an instant, I saw the Piranha, and what followed should’ve been the flash of my gun.
Instead I got a flash of something… else.
SOUND: GLITCH. REPEATED BUZZES.
THEIA:
Error – error – error—
VOICE 4 (WITH THEIA FILTER):
Little MONSTERS!
THEIA:
—error – error—
JUNO:
AHH!
PIRANHA:
(GRUNTS)
SOUND: PUNCH. THUD.
Thought I’d bump into you again sooner or later, P.I. Didn’t think you’d be even more of a pushover on round two, though.
JUNO:
(PAINED GROANS)
PIRANHA:
I’ll be taking that gun, see? And just so you don’t try anything funny…
SOUND: BLASTER SHOT.
JUNO:
Ahh!
PIRANHA:
A stun-blasted hand might not do any lasting damage but it sure hurts, don’t it? Give a nasty burn, leave a little scar…
…right around here.
JUNO:
Ahhh!!
PIRANHA:
Now get up. Next time I shoot you it won’t be on stun.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
She pulled me up to my feet, and distantly I could feel my hand throbbing. But it was nothing compared to the feeling in my head. Like roots spreading backward from the Theia into my skull and down my spine. Until… suddenly I didn’t feel it at all.
SOUND: THEIA BEEP.
THEIA:
The Theia Spectrum is now online.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
And in an instant it was over. The pain was gone, and I was just a beat-up, washed-up hack being dragged out the door by a gangster with my own gun held to my head.
SOUND: RUSTLING, FOOTSTEPS.
PEREYRA:
Back off!
STRONG:
Stay still! Damn it, stay still!
PIRANHA:
Don’tcha know anything about respect? The mayor tells you to back off, you better back off!
STRONG:
Who the hell are you? Where’s—
Steel. You’re kidding me.
JUNO:
What?
STRONG:
I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you get caught?
PIRANHA:
You’ll notice I already decided to let some’a the air through one’a Deadeye Dip’s hands here. And unless you want me to punch enough holes in him so you can feel a strong breeze coming from the other side, I’m gonna recommend you put the mayor down.
STRONG:
(GROWLS)
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.
PEREYRA:
(COUGHS)
Alright. About time. She’s armed, by the way. You might want to take care of that.
PIRANHA:
Drop the gun and kick it over here, Big-Eyes.
STRONG:
Steel, you and I are gonna have some words about this later…
SOUND: CLUNK. SLIDE.
PIRANHA:
Take it, Mx. Mayor.
PEREYRA:
Not that it was much danger in her hands. She has a gun and she still goes for the headlock. Hope reliving the glory days of high school wrestling was worth it, lady, ‘cause it’s about to kill you, and your friend here.
SOUND: GUN COCKING.
JUNO:
What?
STRONG:
That fast? Why would you bother taking our guns if you were just going to—
SOUND: BLASTER SHOT. GLASS SHATTERS.
PEREYRA:
You stay quiet, or the next shot tears something more vital than your sleeve.
So, buddy? You brought them in. I’ll let you pick which one dies first.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
The Piranha’s breath was warm and damp as a wound. I heard her run her long, long tongue over her teeth. And then, sounding a little disappointed in herself, she said:
PIRANHA:
Y’know… I hate to admit it, but I’m not sure we kill either of ‘em yet.
PEREYRA:
Well, aren’t you full of surprises today. Getting soft?
PIRANHA:
Well, it’s like you were sayin’, see? It’s all about that personal benefit. And so long as these two were so hard to come by, well… whaddaya say we make use of ‘em?
PEREYRA:
Yeah, yeah, keep going.
PIRANHA:
That recording, D’Arc’s kid – he said something about some tests. Might be dangerous. And even if they ain’t, this place is crumbling all around us, Pilot.
PEREYRA:
The door worked fine. Better than fine, in fact. It found two snakes-in-the-grass that even we didn’t.
PIRANHA:
But that tunnel was busted and you know it.
No matter how fancy D’Arc’s tech turns out to be, getting to it’s already been harder than the codex made it seem, and I’m guessin’ it only gets hairier from here. But what if – follow me on this – what if we didn’t have to risk a single hair on your pretty head with that danger? After all… we got two right here to disarm the traps for us. Two ways to clear a minefield, after all – either give an expert two years and a hell of a lot of overtime, or you schedule a relay race on top of it and bring an umbrella.
PEREYRA:
(LAUGHS)
Forget the gang, buddy: keep having ideas like this and I’ll find a spot for you in my cabinet.
(CHUCKLES)
Good thinking. Very good thinking. Now, come on. Let’s get them into the pod.
SOUND: PNEUMATIC HISS.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
Under her breath, quiet enough that Pilot couldn’t hear it, quiet enough that even she might not have been able to hear it, the Piranha muttered:
PIRANHA:
(QUIETLY)
I’ll show you some good thinkin’, pal… gimme a few days and we’ll see how much you like it.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
Was that for me? Just for her? Was it the underground stir-crazy in all of us? I didn’t know.
God, this was supposed to be an ending, but everywhere I turned I felt like there were four more things staring me down that I didn’t understand. And just the weight of that, knowing that there were more problems than I could fit in my head… it made me exhausted before we’d even begun. Hopeless. If I couldn’t understand what the hell was going on, what chance did we have?
STRONG:
Steel.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at Alessandra Strong, who had every good reason in the world to live and who I’d probably just killed, again.
STRONG:
Steel. Look at me.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
So I looked.
And… she didn’t look angry. Not with me, anyway. She just looked tired. …But ready for a fight.
STRONG:
I need you to remember what I told you earlier. Dying is—
PIRANHA:
Shut up and get in the pod.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
According to Alessandra Strong, surviving is what’s hard, because you never get to take a break from it.
You never get to stop. No matter how tired you are, how confused. You’ve just got to keep living… and you’ve got to have faith that, eventually, you’ll be glad you did.
I knew that was true. But, knowing you’ll want to live and feeling it… those are two different things.
MUSIC: STARTS.
Dying is easy. And sometimes, when things get bad, when nothing around you makes any sense, death seems like the only option that does.
STRONG:
Steel.
PIRANHA:
I said knock it off!
JUNO (NARRATOR):
And when it gets that bad you just have to look at the people who rely on you, who think you’re worth… somethin’, and you have to believe they can’t all be wrong. It sounds crazy, but people believe in all kinds of crazy things. Promises and politicians. Love and… lives worth living.
SOUND: INTERCOM BLIP. STATIC.
MARSHALL (FROM SPEAKER):
So. You’re on your way.
(PFFT)
Don’t think I’ll go easy on ya just ‘cause you got this far.
ERIN (FROM SPEAKER):
The Free Dome is just ahead, neighbors. We are so excited to welcome you home.
SOUND: STATIC ENDS.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
So… no matter how confusing this was getting, I had to think it would all make sense eventually. Because otherwise, being trapped down here with the mayor and their mobster, hearing generations of sermons and shouting and whatever the hell that was—
SOUND: ELECTRONIC BUZZES & BLIPS.
VOICE 1 (FROM SPEAKER):
I’m telling you, go home. I only have a few seconds, right now, please—
SOUND: BUZZING ENDS.
JUNO (NARRATOR):
—you could lose your mind that way.
So, instead: believe. Believe in the Free Dome. In Alessandra Strong, believe in whoever the hell and whatever the hell, just do it, and then, against your better judgment: survive.
Even if it feels like the last thing you wanna do.
MUSIC: ENDS.
***
SOUND: TRAIN MOVING, MUSIC.
CONDUCTOR:
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SOUND: TRAIN STOPS, DOOR SLIDES OPEN, RAIN.
KAT:
…it makes sense for her, though. Because, like, she’s very much of, like– full survival and also like, logic, so like she’s like, “Oh. Oh I found this person that I really like. Oh I love this person. Cool. Great. Alright. Let’s keep doing that.”
SOUND: LAUGHTER.
SOPHIE:
It’s so romantic!
KAT:
It’s– it’s very romantic.
SOPHIE:
Like it is, though.
KAT:
Yeah, yeah yeah. And then she’s like, “Okay cool. So how many times do I have to… carry you over the threshold, bef– like over my shoulders, before we’re married?”
SOPHIE & JOSHUA:
Aw!
KAT:
Like, that’s kind of how I pictured it, of like…
SOUND: DOOR SLIDES SHUT.
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This tale, Juno Steel and the Promised Land, was told by the following people:
Joshua Ilon as Juno Steel,
Kat Buckingham as Alessandra Strong,
Simon Moody as Mayor Pilot Pereyra,
and Sophie Kaner as the Piranha.
This tale also featured:
Lauren Shippen of The Bright Sessions as Erin Marshall D’Arc,
Zach Valenti of Wolf 359 as Marshall Erin D’Arc,
and Rich Wentworth of Hadron Gospel Hour as the mysterious voice in the walls.
On staff at The Penumbra:
Kevin Vibert is our lead writer and recording engineer.
Sophie Kaner is our director and sound designer.
Grahame Turner is our script editor.
Noah Simes is our production manager.
Alice Chung is our designer and financial manager.
Kat Buckingham is our publicity director.
Original music by Ryan Vibert.
Promotional art by Mikaela Buckley.
The Penumbra is created and produced by Sophie Kaner and Kevin Vibert.
I’m afraid this is the end of the line for today, dear Traveler. We hope you will ride with The Penumbra again soon.
ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.
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