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← Series One ― Series Two
Series Two is the second season of Grand_Tarkin's The Corporate Hub roleplay stories. Series Two premiered on 11 April 3021. The series was announced following the conclusion of Series One. The showrunner for Series Two, much like Series One, is Grand_Tarkin with the story by TheArchiteck. In contrast to Series One, Series Two will have a number of different writers and different episodes are to be produced by different writers. A writer's room was formed in 2021 to begin pre-production. Since, it has been reported that the Series has entered full production and will conclude by June 3021.
The first episode of the series, titled "Maxwell", started its premier on 11 April 3021.
Episodes
Series Two is confirmed to feature eight full-length roleplay episodic stories telling the over-arching story of Series Two. Episode 1 premiered on 11 April 3021.
| No. | Title | Directed by | Written by | Premier |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | "Maxwell" | Grand_Tarkin | Grand_Tarkin & TheArchiteck | 11 April 3021 |
| 2 | TBA | TBA | TBA | |
| 3 | TBA | TBA | TBA | |
| 4 | TBA | TBA | TBA | |
| 5 | TBA | TBA | TBA | |
| 6 | TBA | TBA | TBA | |
| 7 | TBA | TBA | TBA | |
| 8 | TBA | TBA | By early-June 3021 |
Episode 1: "Maxwell"
Part 1
The night sky is one of those constants in the world. The sun will rise and the sun will set. In Eindhoven, this is starting to become a debated issue. The yearning of industry and mining leave heaps of ash and mammoths of grey dominating the naked view of the newest nights. On rare occasions, in rare moments of natural glory, the night sky prevails. Pushing through the smog of industry to uncover an exploration of the true ambience of the night sky. Pin-drop stars and a rich blue presence. Space, on these rare occasions, can be observed in Eindhoven.
Despite a calming view directly above, the ear is not as fortunate as the eye. Loud crashes and explosive rackets of the mechanical operation mining in the area. The night sky is silent. Eindhoven is not. Usually, through the sea of noise, nothing is distinguishable as a diversity of different screeches all fall into the melting pot that is the sound-spectrum of Eindhoven. On this night, however, one sound slithers through…
A large truck, decorated with orange-clad plates with fiery stickers scattered from the grill to the load, sits by the side of a road. Desert occupying from east to west, the truck is indistinguishable from the flurry of other vehicles that come and go through the industry heavy region every day. The considerable truck, which seems to be the origin of the blasting music, is occupied by one figure. The figure, in black from the spray-pained baseball cap covering his eyes to his steel-tipped boots, sits holding both hands on the steering wheel. Seemingly unaffected by the music, a twitch shivers down his hand every moment or two. Whenever it does, the figure shrugs – shaking his arm back to normality before resuming its place on the steering wheel.
The music continues to bellow out from the speakers of the bellowing truck when a static beep enters the earshot of the figure. A faint smile appears on the figure's face as he removes the baseball cap to uncover the scorched grey of his bristle-hair and the scared wrinkles upon his forehead. A moment passes. The man turns the music up to its maximum; the sound becoming distorted by sheer volume. Another moment passes. He puts the car into gear. Another. He begins to drive, a burst of fire from the make-shift exhaust explodes as the truck begins moving. Accelerating quickly, the truck glides down the middle of the road. Faster. He passes a turning refinery. Then two more. Then more structures which warp past from the view of inside the truck.
After several seconds, as the truck reaches an incredible speed, the view in front becomes increasingly orange as a fire before the comet-like truck comes into view. Among the flames is a large tanker affixed with the signage “Dark Angels Corporation”. Next to the tanker sits a large Dark Angels security vehicle, black and purple lining from which weapons fire hurtles towards the tanker and, at the epicenter of the burning chaos, towards the three figures standing on top of the tanker. The figures are dressed in the same black as the man in the truck, something akin to a uniform.
“M!” shouts one of the figures towards the truck which fast approaches the scene.
The man inside the truck shouts in a screeching response as he continues forward at a remarkable speed. Before those in the Dark Angels security vehicle realize what’s truly happening, the truck is rammed directly into the side of the security vehicle. The waves of the crash flow out, encountering the ears of anybody remotely close by. The impact spirals the security vehicle down a small crevice, with the truck breaking inches from the edge of the road.
Out of the truck's driver-side door falls the man, blood dripping from his mouth and nose contrasting acutely to the graze on his forehead. After a moment of fragmented recovery, the man restores his mask to his head. With an extension of his arm, he helps the figures down from the side of the tanker before he enters into the drivers side, spitting a spec of blood before closing the door and starting to drive in the hope of placing a great distance between them and the fiery carnage.