ATLANTIS STORY MAP & OPERATION HOMEPAGE

BRITISH PETROLEUM - CH.4

Atlantis has been the subject of countless films, as has Nazi gold and oil polluting our oceans, but never have all these elements come together under one roof as a submarine movie. Aiming for a screenplay 90-110 pages max.

TERRAMENTALS WARN OIL COMPANIES TO STOP OPERATIONS OR ELSE, THEY REFUSE

No longer law abiding citizens Redan Simdo leads the Terramentals on their first daring mission to stop oil drilling operations in the North Sea using the borrowed Royal Navy submarine, HMS Neptune. Before that undertaking, the crew familiarize themselves with their Astute submarine. The Fox takes over the vessel's computers with his own software. From that point on, operating the giant steel coffin is child's play.

The newbie submariners are on a steep learning curve. They set course to round Scotland, via the Belfast strait, past the Outer Hebrides, skirting Kirkwall and into the North Sea. On the way they dive and surface several times, to become reasonably proficient. Using the latest Spearfish torpedoes and targeting system, it is almost impossible to miss a stationary object like an oil rig.

NORTH SEA THE ULTIMATUM

All too soon the activist round on the defunct Piper and active Claymore rigs, spoiled for choice. They contact the operators by radio, giving fair warning that they are in the North Sea with a nuclear submarine, and will knock out their oil producing platforms, if they are not shut down immediately, with a promise to switch assets to develop hydrogen generation and storage infrastructure. Red allowed plenty of time for the rig operators to evacuate their crews and seal valves. Indeed, urging them to do so.

The HMS Neptune knifed silently beneath the wrinkled skin of the North Sea, steel hull gliding through the deep like a hunting leviathan. No longer a blade in His Majesty’s arsenal, the Astute-class submarine now belonged—if only for a time—to the Terramentals.

In the command deck, lit only by the low red glow of operational lighting, Redan Simdo stood at the helm with a steady gaze. The air around him pulsed with tense electricity; not fear, but purpose. Just months earlier, he and his comrades had been inmates and outcasts, convicted criminals in the eyes of a broken system. Now they commanded the deadliest mobile weapon in the northern hemisphere.

Bartram “The Fox” Fox muttered quietly to himself as he tinkered with the interface console. He had long since overwritten the vessel’s primary operating system with his own streamlined control software. It responded to him with childlike obedience. The submarine’s defenses, guidance systems, and weapons platforms now operated under his command.

“She listens to us now,” Fox said, barely glancing up. “I even gave her a new name.”

Red raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“The Kraken. Figured it fit the mood.”

Red cracked the faintest smile before turning back to the glowing sonar display. To their portside, the dark silhouette of the Claymore platform loomed like a skeletal giant, all steel ribs and floodlit walkways.

Behind him, Bobby Dallas and Zera Masken stood shoulder to shoulder, their tension masked by silent resolve. Zinzi Diana, fierce-eyed and sharp, knelt over the torpedo targeting interface, a hand poised above the firing command.

Their route around Scotland had been treacherous—a trial by sea and steel. Surfacing and diving, again and again. Learning sonar calibration, propulsion balance, sonar buoy evasion. Everything they needed to strike surgically. And now they were ready.

Redan activated the comms channel, voice level and precise.

“This is an open transmission to operators of the Claymore and Piper platforms. We are presently in the North Sea. We are in control of a fully armed Royal Navy submarine. You have thirty minutes to cease all oil production activity and begin immediate evacuation. We will not repeat this message.”

The signal was intentionally routed through press channels—BBC, Independent TV—then relayed by Reuters and Associated Press, flooding global networks within minutes. Newsrooms around the world scrambled to verify the impossible.

Inside BBC headquarters, veteran reporter Jill Bird caught the transmission on a monitor feed. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as the voice echoed with unwavering clarity. Her producer’s voice buzzed into her earpiece: “This could be another Piper Alpha, Jill. Live with it, if you can.”

Back aboard the Kraken, Red watched the signal fade. The waiting began.

At oil firm HQs across Europe, boardroom laughter echoed like a death knell. BP executives sneered. Shell directors mocked. Repsol Sinopec dismissed the threat outright, confident their contracts and covert protections made them untouchable.

“Do they actually believe they’re in a bloody Bond film?” quipped one offshore executive, swirling scotch in a crystal glass.

Back in the sub, Red’s eyes narrowed as a reply finally crackled to life through the static.

“You listen here, whoever you think you are,” came the gruff voice of an industry rep. “We’re protected from the top. You don’t know who you’re dealing with. Go fuck yourself.”

A burst of laughter followed. Long, guttural, dismissive.

Redan didn’t flinch. “Suit yourselves,” he said quietly. “Ten minutes remaining to reconsider. That’s enough time to notify your hedge funds, maybe explain to your shareholders why you gambled with their billions.”

The laughter fell away like a cut line.

At the five-minute mark, the radio was silent. Then, another voice entered the channel, not from the oil platforms, but from a BBC helicopter now hovering just east of Balmoral rig.

“This is Jill Bird, BBC World Service,” came the calm, clipped tone. “Mr. Terramental, is it?”

“Speaking.”

“I think the world would like to understand: why are you doing this?”

Red’s voice was steady. “Eighteen months ago, we staged a peaceful protest against oil pollution in these waters. We were beaten by Scotland Yard. Framed in court. One of our team was sexually assaulted while in custody. We have the evidence, but no one cared. The state shut every legal path to redress.”

Jill’s voice returned, more subdued. “You say you were framed?”

“We were targeted,” Red replied. “The courts are compromised, medals for verdicts. Appeals denied before they begin. We were stripped of every lawful means to be heard. So now—we act.”

There was a pause. Then, with chilling precision, Redan called out:

“One minute remaining.”

Jill Bird swallowed hard. “Is this really necessary?”

Red’s voice came again, almost wistful. “Do you remember Piper Alpha?”

There was no answer.

Jill did remember the courtroom fiasco at the Old Bailey. She knew they were telling the truth. She recalled the Deepwater Horizon, a virtual repeat of Piper Apha.

“Ten seconds,” he said softly.

Fox’s fingers moved without a word. Zinzi Diana’s hand moved to the interface, locked on Claymore. Torpedo tubes hummed with energy.

“Fire tubes one and two.”

Two white streams burst forward into the water—silent missiles of vengeance slicing toward the rig. Jill’s voice crackled in disbelief.

“We can see them—we can see the torpedoes—oh my God, they’re headed straight for the Claymore platform—”

Unknown to most observers, Repsol Sinopec had taken the Terramentals’ warning seriously, quietly evacuating the rig and shutting down its underwater valves. It had been a last-minute call—but a wise one.

The explosion painted the sky in hellish orange, a ball of flame crowned with oily smoke that twisted into the wind like a devil’s plume. The detonation—though technically controlled—was a spectacle of warning. A roar of earth’s fire against earth’s theft.

“This is Jill Bird, BBC World Service,” came the breathless final report, now broadcast to millions. “The oil rig is gone. The Terramentals have made good on their threat. It appears… they weren’t bluffing.”

Deep below the surface, the crew of the Kraken shifted. Some smiled faintly. None celebrated.

“Change course,” Redan said.

“To where?” Fox asked.

Red looked straight ahead into the radar screen, the bright shapes of other rigs still scattered across it like pieces on a board.

“Next target,” he said. “We let them know—we’re not ghosts. We’re storms.”

167 DEAD & NO PROSECUTIONS - Incredible to think that with such loss of life, the CPS would not push to gain a conviction. The obvious charge of Corporate Manslaughter springs to mind. Such as with the Network Rail case, and rail maintenance firm Balfour Beatty. Where six of their senior employees were to face manslaughter charges over the October 2000 Hatfield rail crash, it was announced, 9 July 2003.

MI6 Nick Johnson Sir Rodney Dunbar Dirty Harry
Scotland Yard HMS Neptune Sir Rodney Dunbar First Sealord

The eco extremists warn the operators of a BP rig in the North Sea, to abandon drilling operations or face the music. BP refuse. They torpedo the Claymore rig, followed by three others, then make their escape, knowing the Royal Navy will send out destroyers.

Disillusioned eco activists are imprisoned by the British, for peacefully protesting in London about unrealistically low fines for oil spills in the North Sea, demonstrating strictly in accordance with their Article 9 and 10 Human Rights. They are targeted by fossil fuel industry fraudsters, who bribe police officials and court judges to secure a conviction, with the backing of corrupt ministers of state who have undeclared personal investments in oil drilling companies: Amoco, BP, Shell, Total. That sets in motion a train of events, where, having been framed, the ever more determined environmentalists build a mini-sub, fast enough and especially equipped, to sink or capture Astute, Aukus and US Seawolf class submarines. Having captured HMS Neptune, the Terramentals torpedo a BP owned rig, also destroying two others (Shell), with the looming threat to target all 150 plus, operating in the North Sea. The oil producers are temporarily forced to shut down production, as a result of the significant media coverage and public outrage on realization of the pollution. The UN asks John Storm to provide a geodata survey on the environmental damage. 

PROPOSED STORY MAP BY CHAPTER (90-110 pages) - ORDER CAN BE CHANGED: DRAFT SCREENPLAY

ACT 1.

CHAPTER 1.   PROTESTS - Peaceful North Sea oil pollution protestors are framed and imprisoned, by a corrupt judicial system. 

CHAPTER 2.   PREDATOR - On release the Terramentals & smuggler Jorges Dicaprio, complete a mini-sub capable of sinking submarines.

CHAPTER 3.   PHOENIX - Terramentals locate & hijack HMS Neptune in Irish Sea, Cumbria, using the Predator mini-sub - knocking out the crew.

CHAPTER 4.   BRITISH PETROLEUM - Terramentals warn North Sea rig operators to stop. Claymore rig is torpedoed, Royal Navy respond.

CHAPTER 5.   BBC WORLD SERVICE - Jill Bird reports Terramentals rig attacks, world shocked at pollution cover up. Charley Temple investigates.

CHAPTER 6.   UNEP SOS - The UNEP ask John Storm to survey North Sea for oil pollution. Elizabeth Swann detects HMS Neptune radiation leaks.

CHAPTER 7.   RADIATION ALERT - John & Dan twig radiation from HMS Neptune possible serious reactor damage. Must warn Terramentals.

ACT 2.

CHAPTER 8.   STEALTH MODE - Storm spots Astute sub, Swann in stealth mode, detected as John warns extremists of sub radiation leakage.

CHAPTER 9.   CHANGE OF COURSE - Terramentals change course, heading for the Straits of Gibraltar. Not believing radiation warning.

CHAPTER 10. U-BOAT 986 - Evading Swann, HMS Neptune navigates off transport lanes. Swann picks up magnetic signature of U-Boat 986.

CHAPTER 11. SENATE, UK & EU DEBATE - Sub hijacking & rig destruction, alarm bells around world. Deepwater Horizon shivers down spines.

CHAPTER 12. REACTOR LEAK - Terramentals realise John telling truth, as radiation rector damage detection system HMS Neptune triggers.

CHAPTER 13. RESCUE TOW - John rescues Terramentals. MI6 order Neptune sinking. MOD knew reactor dangerous, want evidence gone.

CHAPTER 14. LISBON PORT - Terramentals & Storm, shut Neptune's reactor. Tow, stricken submarine to Lisbon, prevent MI6 sinking evidence.

ACT 3.

CHAPTER 15. ROV ATLANTIS - Swann returns U-Boat stealth mode at night, to avoid tracking. Surveys site, discovers Atlantis & Nazi gold.

CHAPTER 16. TREASURE TROVE - John reveals gold find & threatened. US Linc Truman support. PM, Ed Thomas, & Sealord, royal support.

CHAPTER 17. BLUE SHIELD - Cleopatra alerts Blue Shield, Newcastle University, potential Atlantis find, suggests UNESCO world heritage site.

CHAPTER 18. GOLDEN OFFER - Claimants reward John U-Boat gold find. Agrees 1% cover costs 9% to Blue Shield surveys. UNESCO grateful.

CHAPTER 19. GREEN MOBILITY - Galvanized to action UK hit green H2 button, John gets grants low income families, Jill Bird, news item.

CHAPTER 20. IMO IS GO - The International Maritime Org green H2 & methanol, certification. USA in. China India stay with coal, gas & oil.

CHAPTER 21. AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL - John & George amnesty, pirate caselaw & video proof set up. Harry & Johnson charged treason.

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