PYRE (coldly, gritting his teeth) “Hmm funny. First time flying is going into the prison.”     

        IGNIS (quietly) “I wonder where they are sending us…”     

        PYRE (closeup shot from below looking up at Onyx) “Prisoners of the Climate Machine,” she began, her tone carrying both authority and empathy. “You have been silenced, watched, and controlled. But you are more than this. You are not cogs in their machine. We are human, and together, we are unstoppable.”     

ONYX “This place thrives on isolation,” Onyx continued. “It keeps you afraid, alone, powerless. But look around you. Thousands of you stand shoulder to shoulder. Together, you are stronger than they could ever imagine. It’s time to rise.”     

PYRE “Whoever did this,” Pyre muttered, “they just gave us a chance.”     

IGNIS (with a serious look) “Let’s not waste it,” Ignis replied.     

TYLER Tyler, the sage, stood atop a crate, his calm voice carrying over the crowd. “We’ve been kept in darkness,” he said. “But now we see. This machine is not invincible. It is as fragile as the lies that built it. Together, we will break it.”     

PYRE “This was your plan?” Pyre asked, a note of incredulity in his voice.     

OYNX “Not all of it,” Onyx admitted. “But it’s working.”     

OYNX “I’m opening the bay doors,” she called. “Get everyone aboard the shuttles.”     

TYLER Tyler approached her, his expression serene. “You gave them hope,” he said. “That’s all they needed.”     

OYNX “It’s a start,” Onyx replied.