Scene 2 – Farewell

EXT. OPEN HATCH OF THE ARGO CDX – RECREATION SATELLITE – ORBIT OF ROGIA

Hydraulics hiss, the hatch slides open. Gusts of air stream in from the hangar. A veiled figure in gray clothing, face hidden deep within the hood, descends the cruiser’s ramp and sets foot on the dock. ORION remains for a moment at the top of the ramp. His silhouette is illuminated by the interior lighting of the ARGO CDX as he turns once more to address the passenger. ORION:

„ Here we are, as requested. It was my pleasure to accompany you aboard the ARGO CDX, and I’m glad we made the journey without any major turbulence.”

His facial expression shifts almost instantly from that of the friendly captain to a more serious, nearly concerned one.

„ Even though I couldn’t quite figure you out during our voyage, there must be a reason why you were invited to appear at the Pantheon. Don’t judge a book by its cover, and I believe you know how to estimate what or whom you are about to face. But let me tell you this: Rogia is a stormy planet, as turbulent as its people—just like the last person I dropped off here before. He was very energetic and didn't hesitate to tell me about his ambitions, groundbreaking research, and inventions. Yet whenever he spoke of his final experiment, his expression darkened, and in his lowered gaze, I saw a deep-rooted fury. A bit creepy and too hyper for my taste. For comparison, I preferred your company much more. In any case, stay cautious.”

The figure nods in quiet agreement and perhaps in gratitude before moving on. The hiss of the hatch echoes as it closes again. The first maintenance mechs are approaching just approaching and sweep past the figure to take care of the ARGO CDX. As the figure turns their gaze aside, the planet Rogia reveals itself between the drifting vortexes of its atmosphere. Vast continental islands, with their luminous metropolises, emerging from the ocean like fragments of a shattered world. And the question arises: (From the inner coat pocket, an invitation is drawn, marked with an abstract, butterfly-like and already broken seal.)

„Which butterfly, with the beat of its wings, might be responsible for the global uproar?“