EXT-SPACE: A SMALL, UNREMARKABLE PLANET APPEARS IN CENTRE FRAME. SUDDENLY, A
GREAT FLASH RIPPLES OUT FROM THE PLANET. IN THE DISTORTION, APPEARS THE WORDS:
STAR TREK. AS THOSE WORDS APPEAR, THE PLANET BRAKES UP. PAN OVER TO HAVE A
FIERY SHOCKWAVE FILL THE SCREEN. IN THE FLAMES APPEARS THE WORD ARMAGEDDON.
AS THE TITLES DISAPPEARS, DEBRIS FLIES ALL AROUND. CAMERA MOVES FORWARD AND
CROSSES THE WARP THRESHOLD. NOW IN WARP SPACE, A SOVEREIGN CLASS, STARFLEET
SHIP FLIES OVERHEAD. IT IS FOLLOWED BY TWO OTHER STARFLEET SHIPS, ONE AKIRA
CLASS, THE OTHER IS INTREPID CLASS.
CUT TO: LOOKING AT THE SOVEREIGN CLASS SHIP'S SAUCER SECTION. CAMERA MOVES
TOWARDS THE BRIDGE AND MOVES THROUGH THE HULL INTO THE VESSEL'S BRIDGE. AT
THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN APPEARS THE WORDS: "U.S.S REMINGTON, N.C.C-28908"
CUT TO: THE TURBOLIFT DOORS OPENING.
ENTER: CAPTAIN LOUIS MACGREGOR. HE IS A TALL, CONFIDENT MAN WITH BLACK HAIR,
EXCEPT FOR GREYING TEMPLES.
CUT TO: THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR. MACGREGOR SITS DOWN QUICKLY, HE SEEMS DISTRACTED.
TO HIS RIGHT IS LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RIX, THE BOLIAN SECOND IN COMMAND.
RIX: HOW IS SHE?
MACGREGOR: THE DOCTOR CAN'T MAKE HEADS OR TAILS OF, WHATEVER THE
HELL IS GOING ON.
RIX: AT LEAST YOU WON'T BE LOOSING ANY MORE RACQUETBALL GAMES TO HER.
MACGREGOR: NICE TRY RIX, BUT ITS NOT HELPING.
RIX: JUST TRYING TO...
THE SHIP SUDDENLY SHAKES VIOLENTLY.
MACGREGOR: DISENGAGE WARP!
CUT TO: THE THREE SHIPS DISENGAGING FROM WARP.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
TACTICAL OFFICER (T.O): IT APPEARED TO BE SOME KIND OF HIGH INTENSITY, HIGH SPEED
SHOCKWAVE.
CUT TO: BRIDGE OF THE INTREPID CLASS SHIP. CAPTAIN MICHELLE DURHAM IS STANDING IN
THE MIDDLE OF THE BRIDGE. AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN APPEAR THE WORDS: "U.S.S
M.L. KING, N.C.C-47820"
DURHAM: ENSIGN. PLATER, DO YOU HAVE THE SOURCE OF THE SHOCKWAVE?
PLATER: YES CAPTAIN. THE SHOCKWAVE ORIGINATED AT POINT 24 THETA IN THE
RENZILLIA 7 STAR SYSTEM.
DURHAM: THAT'S OUR DESTINATION. CONTACT THE REMINGTON AND THE WOLVERINE,
LET THEM KNOW WE'VE GOT A SOURCE ON THAT SHOCKWAVE.
PLATER: AYE CAPTAIN.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE. THE VIEWSCREEN ACTIVATES. M.L. KING CAPTAIN
MICHELLE DURHAM AND WOLVERINE CAPTAIN LAYCOCK, WHO IS A MAN IN HIS MID 50'S WITH
GREY HAIR AND A CONFIDENT STATURE.
DURHAM: CAPTAINS LAYCOCK AND MACGREGOR.
THIS IN CAPTAIN DURHAM, WE'VE GOT A SOURCE ON THE SHOCKWAVE, HOW SHOULD WE
PROCEED?
MACGREGOR: I THINK WE SHOULD ALL TAKE A LOOK.
LAYCOCK: I AGREE. BUT, MAYBE WE SHOULD GO TO YELLOW ALERT.
DURHAM: AGREED.
CUT TO: WOLVERINE, BRIDGE. FACING THE VIEWSCREEN IS CAPTAIN PAUL LAYCOCK.
CAPTION AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN READS: "U.S.S WOLVERINE, N.C.C-70854."
LAYCOCK: LET'S GO. END TRANSMISSION. LIEUTENANT PARKIN, SET A COURSE
FOR THE RENZILLIA 7 STAR SYSTEM AND MATCH SPEED WITH THE REMINGTON AND M.L.
KING.
PARKIN: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR IS SEATED IN THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR.
MACGREGOR: ENGAGE MAXIMUM WARP.
HELM: ENGAGING.
CUT TO: SPACE. THE THREE SHIPS FLY OVERHEAD, SPEED AWAY AND DISAPPEAR INTO
THREE SEPARATE FLASHES OF LIGHT.
CUT TO: REMINGTON, BRIDGE. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR IS STANDING IN FRONT OF HIS CHAIR
LOOKING AT THE WARPED STAR FIELD THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING HIM.
HELM: NOW ENTERING SYSTEM.
MACGREGOR: CUT WARP, GO TO IMPULSE.
HELM: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: M.L. KING BRIDGE, CAPTAIN DURHAM LOOKS TO HER TACTICAL OFFICER.
DURHAM: GOT ANYTHING?
T.O: CAPTAIN, THERE ARE NO PLANETS.
DURHAM STANDS.
DURHAM: THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE, THERE ARE FIVE PLANETS IN THIS SYSTEM.
T.O: NOT ANYMORE.
MACGREGOR(V.O): CAPTAIN DURHAM, ARE YOU READING THAT THERE ARE NO PLANETS?
DURHAM: WE ARE. OPEN A CHANNEL TO THE WOLVERINE.
T.O: CHANNEL OPEN.
DURHAM: CAPTAIN LAYCOCK, ARE YOU PICKING UP ANY SIGNS OF PLANETARY BODIES?
CUT TO: WOLVERINE, BRIDGE. CAPTAIN LAYCOCK IS TALKING TO HIS TACTICAL OFFICER.
LAYCOCK: NO. NOT EVEN DEBRIS. RECOMMEND WE GO TO RED ALERT.
MACGREGOR(V.O): AGREED.
DURHAM(V.O): GOOD IDEA.
CUT TO: REMINGTON, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: RED ALERT, ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!
V.O: SICKBAY TO BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: MACGREGOR HERE.
SICKBAY(V.O): CAPTAIN, YOU'D BETTER GET DOWN HERE.
MACGREGOR: ON MY WAY. COMMANDER RIX, THE BRIDGE IS YOURS.
RIX: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: REMINGTON, SICKBAY. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR RUNS IN.
MACGREGOR: WHAT'S GOING ON?
THE SHIP'S E.M.H IS A WOMAN IN HER MID 30'S WITH RED HAIR.
DOCTOR: SHE'S CONSCIOUS, WELL SORT OF.
MACGREGOR: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
DOCTOR: COME AND SEE FOR YOURSELF.
THE CAPTAIN AND DOCTOR WALK OVER TO THE MAIN SURGICAL BED. ON IT, LIES A WOMAN
IN RESTRAINTS, SHE IS WRITHING WILDLY. THE CAPTAIN LEANS OVER THE BED. THE WOMAN
STOPS MOVING AND FREEZES COMPLETELY. THE CAPTAIN LEANS OVER FURTHER.
MACGREGOR: SARAH?
NOTHING HAPPENS.
MACGREGOR: SARAH? ITS LOUIS.
SHE REMAINS FROZEN. THE DOCTOR SCANS HER WITH A MEDICAL TRICORDER.
DOCTOR: HEART BEAT RAPID, BLOOD PRESSURE IS THROUGH THE ROOF. BUT
ABSOLUTELY NO NEURAL ACTIVITY.
MACGREGOR: MAYBE SHE...
THE WOMAN'S ARM SHOOTS UP AND GRABS THE CAPTAIN'S NECK. HER HEAD TURNS TO
FACE HIM AND SHE OPENS HER EYES. HER EYES ARE TOTALLY DEVOID OF ANY LIFE. SHE
SPEAKS IN A HOARSE, ALIEN VOICE.
SARAH: THE WEAK WILL PERISH.
HER EYES SLUMP BACK INTO HER HEAD, BUT HER GRIP ON THE CAPTAIN'S THROAT
REMAINS FIRM. THE CAPTAIN PRIES HER HAND FROM HIS NECK AND LETS OUT A GASP OF
RELIEF. THE DOCTOR RETURNS TO SCANNING THE WOMAN.
DOCTOR: CAPTAIN, ACCORDING TO THIS, SHE HAS BEEN DEAD FOR THREE HOURS.
MACGREGOR: I KNOW. THAT WOMAN JUST NOW WAS NOT MY WIFE.
DOCTOR: COMPUTER, RECORD TIME OF DEATH OF LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
SARAH MACGREGOR AS YET UNDETERMINED.
CUT TO: SPACE. THE THREE SHIPS ARE JOLTED BACK AT THE SAME TIME.
PAN OVER TO: THE SYSTEM'S STAR. THE SUN GOES BLACK.
CUT TO: THE BRIDGE OF THE WOLVERINE. EVERYONE GETS A SERIOUS JOLT. SPARKS FLY
AND COMPUTER SCREENS GO BLACK.
CUT TO: M.L. KING BRIDGE, SAME THING HAPPENS.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE, AGAIN, SAME THING HAPPENS.
RIX: CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE! ENSIGN, WHAT WAS THAT?!
ENSIGN: THE SYSTEM'S SUN HAS IMPLODED.
CAPTAIN MACGREGOR ENTERS THE BRIDGE. HE IS WEARY, BUT ATTENTIVE. HE WALKS TO
HIS CHAIR AND SLUMPS DOWN IN IT. HE SEEMS TO BE IN A TRANCE.
RIX: SIR?
MACGREGOR: SHE'S DEAD.
RIX: OH, SIR I'M...
MACGREGOR: STATUS REPORT!
ENSIGN: LONG RANGE SENSORS ARE DOWN, SHIELDS AT 65%, MINOR INJURIES
REPORTED ON ALL DECKS.
MACGREGOR: PREP A PROBE. SET IT'S...
THE WHOLE SHIP SHAKES VIOLENTLY. FIRE ERUPTS FROM ALMOST EVERY WORK STATION.
ONE CREWMAN IS THROWN FROM THE OPS STATION TO THE AREA IN FRONT OF THE
CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
T.O: WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!
RIX: WHO IS IT?!
T.O: UNKNOWN. THERE IS A HULL BREACH THAT EXTENDS FROM THE PORT
IMPULSE ENGINE TO THE TIP OF THE SAUCER.
MACGREGOR: I NEED TARGETS LIEUTENANT!
T.O: LOVE TO HELP SIR, BUT WHO EVER THEY ARE, WE CAN'T SEE THEM!
ALARMS GO OFF ON THE TACTICAL WORK STATION.
T.O: SIR, THE M.L. KING IS HAILING US.
MACGREGOR: PUT THEM THROUGH.
DURHAM(V.O): REMINGTON, WE NEED YOU TO BEAM US OFF! OUR CORE IS ABOUT
TO BREACH!
RIX: GET A LOCK ON THEM!
CUT TO: SPACE. THE M.L. KING HAS BEEN REDUCED TO A HEAP OF FIERY METAL.
AN ORANGE BEAM THAT LOOKS LIKE A LINE OF FIRE STREAKS DOWN TO THE SHIP'S
ENGINEERING SECTION. THE VESSEL IS ENGULFED IN A MASSIVE, ANTI-MATTER EXPLOSION.
CUT TO: BRIDGE OF THE WOLVERINE. CAPTAIN LAYCOCK IS AT THE HELM OF THE SHIP,
MOST OF THE BRIDGE IS TRASHED. THE CREW IS DEAD. HE HAS A GASH ON HIS FOREHEAD
AND A BLOODSHOT EYEBALL.
LAYCOCK: WOLVERINE TO REMINGTON.
MACGREGOR(V.O): REMINGTON HERE.
LAYCOCK: PREPARE TO RECEIVE SURVIVORS.
MACGREGOR(V.O): STANDING BY.
LAYCOCK: COMPUTER, LOCK ON TO ALL PERSONELLE AND BEAM THEM TO THE
REMINGTON.
COMPUTER(V.O): LOCKED.
LAYCOCK: ENER...
CUT TO: SPACE. THE WOLVERINE FLIES APART IN A SHOWER OF FIRE.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: DID WE GET ANYONE?
RIX: NO SIR.
THE SHIP ROCKS VIOLENTLY AGAIN. MACGREGOR RETAINS HIS COMPOSURE.
MACGREGOR: ALL HANDS TO EMERGENCY ESCAPE PODS.
THERE IS A BRIGHT FLASH OF LIGHT THAT ENVELOPES THE ENTIRE BRIDGE.
CUT TO: SPACE. THE U.S.S REMINGTON IS ENVELOPED IN A TORRENT OF BLUE FIRE. A
SMALL SHIP FLIES BY. A BRIGHT ORANGE LIGHT APPEARS IN FRONT OF IT. THE SHIP ENTERS
THE LIGHT AND VANISHES. THE LIGHT DISAPPEARS.
THE CAMERA MOVES FORWARD. IT PICKS UP SPEED UNTIL IT CROSSES THE WARP
THRESHOLD. THE OPENING CREDITS CONTINUE.
END OF CREDITS, CROSS FADE TO: EARTH'S MOON, CAMERA CONTINUES MOVING FORWARD
UNTIL IT REACHES EARTH. CAMERA CONTINUES MOVING DOWN THROUGH EARTH'S
ATMOSPHERE UNTIL IT EMERGES OVER PARIS. CAMERA MOVES OVER THE CITY. CAMERA
CLOSES IN ON A LARGE, TRANSPARENT DOME. IT IS SNOWING OUTSIDE. CAMERA MOVES
INSIDE THE DOME, CAPTION AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN READS: " FEDERATION
OLYMPIC GAMES". CAMERA MOVES IN ON THE CENTRE OF THE DOME, THERE IS A HOCKEY
GAME GOING ON. THE GAME IS AT FACE OFF. THE REFEREE DROPS THE PUCK, AND THE
GAME IS ON.
ANNOUNCER: WHOA! IMMEDIATELY, TAL LLURAN GRABS THE PUCK AND MAKES A
MAD DASH FOR THE NET. NOT VERY LOGICAL IF YOU ASK ME! WHOPS, MICHEALS
SNATCHES THE PUCK FROM TAL LLURAN. WHY OH WHY ARE THE VULCANS MAKING ALL
THE WRONG DECISIONS TODAY?! MICHEALS CONTINUES FOR THE NET. HE PASSES
MACGREGOR!, SMOOTH MOVE! MACGREGOR PASSES TO HODKINSON, HODKINSON TO
CARNEY. CARNEY PASSES IT BACK TO MACGREGOR. MACGREGOR SWOOPS IN FOR THE
NET, HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES!!! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN OVER FIFTY YEARS, EARTH WINS
THE GOLD!!
ON THE ICE THE TERRAN PLAYERS ARE OVERJOYED THEY TEAR OFF THEIR HELMETS AND
THROW DOWN THEIR STICKS.
CUT TO: THE HUMANS AND VULCANS SKATING PAST EACH OTHER, SHAKING HANDS. THE
CAMERA FOLLOWS THE HUMANS INTO THE LOCKER ROOM. CHMPANE BOTTLES ARE BEING
PASSED AROUND AND MUGS ARE BEING FILLED.
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE DOME-NIGHT, SNOWING. THE TERRAN PLAYERS ARE LEAVING THE
DOME. THREE GO TO A WAITING STATION. A FEW SECONDS AFTER THEY ARRIVE, A LONG
TRAIN PULLS UP. THE PLAYERS GET ON.
CUT TO: A LARGE APARTMENT WITH PLENTY OF WOOD FURNISHING. THE LIGHTS ARE DOWN.
A MAN ENTERS THE ROOM.
MAN: LIGHTS, 75%.
THE LIGHTS ILLUMINATE THE ROOM WITH A WARM GLOW. THE MAN SITS IN A LARGE BROWN
LEATHER CHAIR.
MAN: COMPUTER, COFFEE, DOUBLE DOUBLE.
CUT TO: A REPLICATOR. A WHITE MUG APPEARS. THE MAN WALKS OVER AND PICKS IT UP.
CUT TO: THE MAN WALKING OVER TO THE WINDOW. HE LOOKS OUTSIDE. THE SNOW IS STILL
FALLING. THERE ARE A FEW SMALL SHIPS CRUISING BY THE WINDOW. ONE OF THE PILOT
SEES THE MAN AND WAVES. THE MAN WAVES BACK. AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM IS
AN OLDER LOOKING WOODEN DESK WITH A COMPUTER ON IT. THE COMPUTER SCREEN
LIGHTS UP. THE MAN WALKS OVER TO IT. HE LOOKS AT THE SCREEN AND SIGHS. THE
SCREEN READS: "TRANSMISSION FROM STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS TO CAPTAIN MICHAEL
MACGREGOR"
MAN: AUTHORISATION; MACGREGOR, 1390 THETA ROSE.
THE SCREEN SHOWS A MAN IN HIS EARLY 60'S.
MAN 2: MIKE.
MACGREGOR: ADMIRAL NICHOLSON.
NICHOLSON: GOOD GAME TODAY.
MACGREGOR: I THOUGHT IT WAS. WHAT'S UP SIR? I DOUBT YOU CALLED TO OFFER
CONGRATULATIONS.
NICHOLSON: YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL MIKE. IT'S ABOUT LOUIS. WE'VE LOST
CONTACT WITH THE REMINGTON. NOW WE...
MACGREGOR: WHERE?
NICHOLSON: THE RENZILLIA 7 STAR SYSTEM. BUT, IT'S NOT UP TO YOU. YOUR SHIP
ISN'T RUNNING YET.
MACGREGOR: HE'S NOT YOUR BROTHER. BESIDES, MY ENGINEERING CHIEF SAID
THE WARP CORE WORKS, THAT WE COULD BE READY IN A WEEK. I CAN SHAVE THAT TIME
TO FORTY EIGHT HOURS.
NICHOLSON: MICHAEL, THE JUGGERNAUT CLASS IS TOO PRECIOUS TO STARFLEET TO
RISK DAMAGE.
MACGREGOR: LISTEN ADMIRAL, I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THIS SHIP FLY. I DO
TOO. I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER OPPORTUNITY, CAN YOU?
NICHOLSON: I'LL MEET YOU AT THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS. THIS MEANS NO OLYMPIC
FESTIVITIES YOU KNOW.
MACGREGOR: I'LL SURVIVE.
NICHOLSON: NICHOLSON OUT.
THE SCREEN GOES DARK. MACGREGOR STANDS UP. HE WALKS OVER TO A CLOSET. THE
DOOR OPENS. HE REACHES IN AND PULLS OUT A STARFLEET UNIFORM WITH FOUR PIPS ON
THE COLLAR.
CUT TO: SPACE. A STARFLEET RUNABOUT FLIES BY.
CUT TO: INSIDE THE RUNABOUT COCKPIT. LIEUTENANT ANDREW FAWKES IS AT THE
CONTROLS. FAWKES IS A MAN IN HIS MID 30'S WITH AUBURN HAIR. OPPOSITE HIM IS
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DYA TROUSE. TROUSE IS A WOMAN IN HER EARLY 30'S WITH JET
BLACK HAIR BOUND IN A TIGHT BUN. CAPTAIN MICHAEL MACGREGOR ENTERS THE COCKPIT.
MACGREGOR: WHAT'S OUR E.T.A?
FAWKES: ABOUT FIVE MINUTES.
MACGREGOR: GOOD. COFFEE ANYONE?
FAWKES: NOT FOR ME THANKS.
TROUSE: I'LL TAKE SOME.
MACGREGOR: HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?
TROUSE: TWO CREAMS, TWO SUGAR.
MACGREGOR: COMPUTER, TWO COFFEES, DOUBLE DOUBLE.
THE REPLICATOR CREATES THE DRINKS. MACGREGOR PICKS THEM UP AND HANDS ONE
TO TROUSE.
TROUSE: THANKS. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SHIP YET SIR?
MACGREGOR: NO NOT YET. WELL I'VE SEEN THE SPECS, MIGHTY FINE.
FAWKES: YEAH, WELL I'VE BEEN ON BOARD. THE SPECS DON'T PREPARE YOU FOR
THE REAL THING.
MACGREGOR: I BET THEY DON'T.
TROUSE: YOU'D WIN THAT BET.
FAWKES: WHEN WERE YOU ON BOARD.
TROUSE: LAST SUNDAY. I WAS CHECKING OUT THE NEW SICKBAY.
FAWKES: YOU DO KNOW THERE ARE THREE OF THEM, DON'T YOU?
TROUSE: NO.
FAWKES: TWO IN THE SAUCER, ONE IN THE ENGINEERING SECTION.
TROUSE: OH GREAT. I'M IN CHARGE OF THREE MEDICAL BAYS. THAT MEANS TRIPLE
THE PAPERWORK.
MACGREGOR: THAT'S WHY I NEVER GOT INTO MEDICINE.
FAWKES: YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN. YOU'VE GOT MORE PAPERWORK THAN ANYONE
ELSE ON THE SHIP.
MACGREGOR: TRUE ENOUGH.
MACGREGOR LEANS FORWARD AND PEERS OUT THE WINDOWS. HIS ATTENTION BECOMES
HEIGHTENED.
MACGREGOR: IS THAT IT?
TROUSE: YEAH, THERE SHE IS.
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE RUNABOUT. THE SHIP MAKES A PASS TO ENTER A LARGE SPACE
STATION. BUT BEFORE IT DOES, WE CATCH A SMALL GLIMPSE OF THE JUGGERNAUT
YARDS. THEY ARE THREE STUPENDOUS STARSHIP DRY DOCKS. THEY ARE CONNECTED
PARALLELLY. INSIDE THE SECOND DRY DOCK, THERE IS A SHIP THAT ONLY LOOKS SMALL.
THIS IS DUE TO THE RUNABOUT'S PROXIMITY TO THE YARDS, OR LACK OF.
CUT TO: THE RUNABOUT ENTERING THE NEAREST STATION. CAPTION AT THE BOTTOM OF
THE SCREEN READS: " JUGGERNAUT PROJECT LOADING STATION, PLUTO, SECTOR 001."
CUT TO: FAWKES, TROUSE AND MACGREGOR EXITING THE RUNABOUT VIA A SMALL,
TRANSPARENT ACCESS RAMP.
CUT TO: MACGREGOR, TROUSE AND FAWKES ENTERING THE STATION. THEY ARE WALKING
ON TO A PROMENADE.
MACGREGOR: SO, WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME IS THAT THIS SHIP HAS UNMANNED
TACTICAL DRONES AVAILABLE FOR EVERY BECK AND CALL?
FAWKES: PRETTY MUCH.
THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES ALONG THAT LINE AS THE THREE GET ON A LIFT. CAMERA
FOLLOWS THEM UP TO THE SECOND LEVEL. ON THE SECOND LEVEL, THE THREE ARE
JOINED BY LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DAIMAIN WARREN. WARREN STANDS ABOUT AN EVEN
SIX FEET. HE IS OF AFRICAN ETINICITY. HE STRIDES DIRECTLY TO MACGREGOR.
WARREN: CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER. WHAT'S THE GOOD WORD?
WARREN: NACELLES ARE ATTACHED, CORE IS READY TO HEAT UP. GIVE ME ABOUT THREE
DAYS WE'LL BE READY FOR WARP TRIALS.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER, I WANT THAT SHIP READY TO GO IN EXACTLY FORTY EIGHT
HOURS.
MACGREGOR: THAT'S AN ORDER. THE REST OF YOU, PREP YOUR DEPARTMENTS, WE
MIGHT VERY WELL BE HEADING OUT BEFORE THE OLYMPICS ARE OVER.
FAWKES: OH GREAT.
TROUSE: WONDERFUL.
MACGREGOR: GET MOVING. I'VE GOT A MEETING. I'LL SEE YOU ON BOARD.
CUT TO: MACGREGOR ENTERING A LARGE MEETING ROOM. THE ROOM HAS A LARGE
ROUND TABLE IN THE MIDDLE. SEATED AT THE TABLE IS ADMIRAL NICHOLSON. ALSO
SEATED IS ADMIRAL THOMSON, A TALL, ROBUST FIGURE IN HIS LATE 50'S.
THOMSON: GOOD MORNING MICHAEL.
MACGREGOR: SIRS.
NICHOLSON: HAVE A SEAT MIKE.
MACGREGOR SITS DOWN OPPOSITE THE ADMIRALS.
THOMSON: CAPTAIN, ADMIRAL NICHOLSON TELLS ME THAT YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN FIND
THE REMINGTON WITH YOUR SHIP.
MACGREGOR: YES SIR.
THOMSON: AND YOU DO KNOW THAT WE ALREADY HAVE TWO JUGGERNAUT CLASS SHIPS
OPERATIONAL.
MACGREGOR: YES SIR.
THOMSON STANDS.
THOMSON: WHY DO YOU THINK YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE, CAN FIND THE REMINGTON?
MACGREGOR: I HAVE FAMILY ON THAT SHIP.
THOMSON: RIGHT. YOUR BROTHER LOUIS.
MACGREGOR: AND A NEW SISTER-IN-LAW, HE GOT MARRIED LAST WEEK.
THOMSON: WHAT DO YOU THINK ADMIRAL?
NICHOLSON: I THINK HE CAN DO IT.
THOMSON: YOU DO?
NICHOLSON: I DO.
THOMSON: ALRIGHT. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR, PROVIDED YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIP READY
IN FORTY EIGHT HOURS, YOU HAVE OUR AUTHORIZATON TO FIND THE U.S.S M.L. KING,
WOLVERINE AND THE REMINGTON.
MACGREGOR STANDS AND SMILES.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU SIRS.
NICHOLSON: DISMISSED.
MACGREGOR BEGINS TO LEAVE BUT IS STOPPED WHEN ADMIRAL NICHOLSON BEGINS TO
SPEAK.
NICHOLSON: CAPTAIN, DON'T SCREW THIS UP.
MACGREGOR WALKS OUT.
MACGREGOR: (TO HIMSELF): BET YOUR ASS I WON'T.
CUT TO: A LARGE, DOMED REST AREA. MACGREGOR ENTERS. HE WALKS UP A SLIGHT
RAISE. AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM, SEATED AT A TABLE LOOKING AT THE STARS IS
COMMANDER STALAR. HE IS A VULCAN WHO HAS JET BLACK HAIR. HE IS A FULL
COMMANDER. MACGREGOR APPROACHES HIM FROM BEHIND.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER STALAR.
STALAR STANDS.
STALAR: YES CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: SO YOU'RE MY EX-O.
STALAR: SIR?
MACGREGOR: MY SECOND IN COMMAND, NUMBER ONE. I'M CAPTAIN MACGREGOR.
STALAR: MY APOLOGIES CAPTAIN.
THE TWO BEGIN TO WALK AWAY.
MACGREGOR: NO NEED TO APOLOGISE. I DIDN'T KNOW WHO YOU WERE EITHER. I WAS JUST
GUESSING.
STALAR: NOT VERY LOGICAL.
THE TWO ENTER THE STATION'S PROMENADE.
MACGREGOR: HUMANS AREN'T, WE CAN'T HELP IT I GUESS. IT'S JUST OUR NATURE.
STALAR: ARE WE GOING TO THE SHIP SIR?
MACGREGOR: WE SURE ARE. HAVE YOU BEEN ON BOARD COMMANDER?
STALAR: YES SIR, NOT THREE HOURS AGO.
MACGREGOR: I DON'T BELIEVE IT.
STALAR: WHAT'S THAT CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: ALL OF MY SUBORDINATES HAVE BEEN ON BOARD. BUT, I HAVEN'T.
STALAR: IF IT OFFERS ANY REASSURANCES CAPTAIN, YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO
ACCLIMATE.
MACGREGOR: IF YOU CALL FORTY EIGHT HOURS PLENTY OF TIME, YOU'VE HIT THE
JACKPOT COMMANDER.
STALAR: FORTY EIGHT HOURS?
MACGREGOR: THE SHIP IS TO BE READY FOR DEPARTURE IN TWO DAYS.
STALAR: WHY SIR?
MACGREGOR: A RESCUE MISSION.
GREAT FLASH RIPPLES OUT FROM THE PLANET. IN THE DISTORTION, APPEARS THE WORDS:
STAR TREK. AS THOSE WORDS APPEAR, THE PLANET BRAKES UP. PAN OVER TO HAVE A
FIERY SHOCKWAVE FILL THE SCREEN. IN THE FLAMES APPEARS THE WORD ARMAGEDDON.
AS THE TITLES DISAPPEARS, DEBRIS FLIES ALL AROUND. CAMERA MOVES FORWARD AND
CROSSES THE WARP THRESHOLD. NOW IN WARP SPACE, A SOVEREIGN CLASS, STARFLEET
SHIP FLIES OVERHEAD. IT IS FOLLOWED BY TWO OTHER STARFLEET SHIPS, ONE AKIRA
CLASS, THE OTHER IS INTREPID CLASS.
CUT TO: LOOKING AT THE SOVEREIGN CLASS SHIP'S SAUCER SECTION. CAMERA MOVES
TOWARDS THE BRIDGE AND MOVES THROUGH THE HULL INTO THE VESSEL'S BRIDGE. AT
THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN APPEARS THE WORDS: "U.S.S REMINGTON, N.C.C-28908"
CUT TO: THE TURBOLIFT DOORS OPENING.
ENTER: CAPTAIN LOUIS MACGREGOR. HE IS A TALL, CONFIDENT MAN WITH BLACK HAIR,
EXCEPT FOR GREYING TEMPLES.
CUT TO: THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR. MACGREGOR SITS DOWN QUICKLY, HE SEEMS DISTRACTED.
TO HIS RIGHT IS LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RIX, THE BOLIAN SECOND IN COMMAND.
RIX: HOW IS SHE?
MACGREGOR: THE DOCTOR CAN'T MAKE HEADS OR TAILS OF, WHATEVER THE
HELL IS GOING ON.
RIX: AT LEAST YOU WON'T BE LOOSING ANY MORE RACQUETBALL GAMES TO HER.
MACGREGOR: NICE TRY RIX, BUT ITS NOT HELPING.
RIX: JUST TRYING TO...
THE SHIP SUDDENLY SHAKES VIOLENTLY.
MACGREGOR: DISENGAGE WARP!
CUT TO: THE THREE SHIPS DISENGAGING FROM WARP.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
TACTICAL OFFICER (T.O): IT APPEARED TO BE SOME KIND OF HIGH INTENSITY, HIGH SPEED
SHOCKWAVE.
CUT TO: BRIDGE OF THE INTREPID CLASS SHIP. CAPTAIN MICHELLE DURHAM IS STANDING IN
THE MIDDLE OF THE BRIDGE. AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN APPEAR THE WORDS: "U.S.S
M.L. KING, N.C.C-47820"
DURHAM: ENSIGN. PLATER, DO YOU HAVE THE SOURCE OF THE SHOCKWAVE?
PLATER: YES CAPTAIN. THE SHOCKWAVE ORIGINATED AT POINT 24 THETA IN THE
RENZILLIA 7 STAR SYSTEM.
DURHAM: THAT'S OUR DESTINATION. CONTACT THE REMINGTON AND THE WOLVERINE,
LET THEM KNOW WE'VE GOT A SOURCE ON THAT SHOCKWAVE.
PLATER: AYE CAPTAIN.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE. THE VIEWSCREEN ACTIVATES. M.L. KING CAPTAIN
MICHELLE DURHAM AND WOLVERINE CAPTAIN LAYCOCK, WHO IS A MAN IN HIS MID 50'S WITH
GREY HAIR AND A CONFIDENT STATURE.
DURHAM: CAPTAINS LAYCOCK AND MACGREGOR.
THIS IN CAPTAIN DURHAM, WE'VE GOT A SOURCE ON THE SHOCKWAVE, HOW SHOULD WE
PROCEED?
MACGREGOR: I THINK WE SHOULD ALL TAKE A LOOK.
LAYCOCK: I AGREE. BUT, MAYBE WE SHOULD GO TO YELLOW ALERT.
DURHAM: AGREED.
CUT TO: WOLVERINE, BRIDGE. FACING THE VIEWSCREEN IS CAPTAIN PAUL LAYCOCK.
CAPTION AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN READS: "U.S.S WOLVERINE, N.C.C-70854."
LAYCOCK: LET'S GO. END TRANSMISSION. LIEUTENANT PARKIN, SET A COURSE
FOR THE RENZILLIA 7 STAR SYSTEM AND MATCH SPEED WITH THE REMINGTON AND M.L.
KING.
PARKIN: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR IS SEATED IN THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR.
MACGREGOR: ENGAGE MAXIMUM WARP.
HELM: ENGAGING.
CUT TO: SPACE. THE THREE SHIPS FLY OVERHEAD, SPEED AWAY AND DISAPPEAR INTO
THREE SEPARATE FLASHES OF LIGHT.
CUT TO: REMINGTON, BRIDGE. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR IS STANDING IN FRONT OF HIS CHAIR
LOOKING AT THE WARPED STAR FIELD THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING HIM.
HELM: NOW ENTERING SYSTEM.
MACGREGOR: CUT WARP, GO TO IMPULSE.
HELM: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: M.L. KING BRIDGE, CAPTAIN DURHAM LOOKS TO HER TACTICAL OFFICER.
DURHAM: GOT ANYTHING?
T.O: CAPTAIN, THERE ARE NO PLANETS.
DURHAM STANDS.
DURHAM: THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE, THERE ARE FIVE PLANETS IN THIS SYSTEM.
T.O: NOT ANYMORE.
MACGREGOR(V.O): CAPTAIN DURHAM, ARE YOU READING THAT THERE ARE NO PLANETS?
DURHAM: WE ARE. OPEN A CHANNEL TO THE WOLVERINE.
T.O: CHANNEL OPEN.
DURHAM: CAPTAIN LAYCOCK, ARE YOU PICKING UP ANY SIGNS OF PLANETARY BODIES?
CUT TO: WOLVERINE, BRIDGE. CAPTAIN LAYCOCK IS TALKING TO HIS TACTICAL OFFICER.
LAYCOCK: NO. NOT EVEN DEBRIS. RECOMMEND WE GO TO RED ALERT.
MACGREGOR(V.O): AGREED.
DURHAM(V.O): GOOD IDEA.
CUT TO: REMINGTON, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: RED ALERT, ALL HANDS MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!
V.O: SICKBAY TO BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: MACGREGOR HERE.
SICKBAY(V.O): CAPTAIN, YOU'D BETTER GET DOWN HERE.
MACGREGOR: ON MY WAY. COMMANDER RIX, THE BRIDGE IS YOURS.
RIX: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: REMINGTON, SICKBAY. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR RUNS IN.
MACGREGOR: WHAT'S GOING ON?
THE SHIP'S E.M.H IS A WOMAN IN HER MID 30'S WITH RED HAIR.
DOCTOR: SHE'S CONSCIOUS, WELL SORT OF.
MACGREGOR: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
DOCTOR: COME AND SEE FOR YOURSELF.
THE CAPTAIN AND DOCTOR WALK OVER TO THE MAIN SURGICAL BED. ON IT, LIES A WOMAN
IN RESTRAINTS, SHE IS WRITHING WILDLY. THE CAPTAIN LEANS OVER THE BED. THE WOMAN
STOPS MOVING AND FREEZES COMPLETELY. THE CAPTAIN LEANS OVER FURTHER.
MACGREGOR: SARAH?
NOTHING HAPPENS.
MACGREGOR: SARAH? ITS LOUIS.
SHE REMAINS FROZEN. THE DOCTOR SCANS HER WITH A MEDICAL TRICORDER.
DOCTOR: HEART BEAT RAPID, BLOOD PRESSURE IS THROUGH THE ROOF. BUT
ABSOLUTELY NO NEURAL ACTIVITY.
MACGREGOR: MAYBE SHE...
THE WOMAN'S ARM SHOOTS UP AND GRABS THE CAPTAIN'S NECK. HER HEAD TURNS TO
FACE HIM AND SHE OPENS HER EYES. HER EYES ARE TOTALLY DEVOID OF ANY LIFE. SHE
SPEAKS IN A HOARSE, ALIEN VOICE.
SARAH: THE WEAK WILL PERISH.
HER EYES SLUMP BACK INTO HER HEAD, BUT HER GRIP ON THE CAPTAIN'S THROAT
REMAINS FIRM. THE CAPTAIN PRIES HER HAND FROM HIS NECK AND LETS OUT A GASP OF
RELIEF. THE DOCTOR RETURNS TO SCANNING THE WOMAN.
DOCTOR: CAPTAIN, ACCORDING TO THIS, SHE HAS BEEN DEAD FOR THREE HOURS.
MACGREGOR: I KNOW. THAT WOMAN JUST NOW WAS NOT MY WIFE.
DOCTOR: COMPUTER, RECORD TIME OF DEATH OF LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
SARAH MACGREGOR AS YET UNDETERMINED.
CUT TO: SPACE. THE THREE SHIPS ARE JOLTED BACK AT THE SAME TIME.
PAN OVER TO: THE SYSTEM'S STAR. THE SUN GOES BLACK.
CUT TO: THE BRIDGE OF THE WOLVERINE. EVERYONE GETS A SERIOUS JOLT. SPARKS FLY
AND COMPUTER SCREENS GO BLACK.
CUT TO: M.L. KING BRIDGE, SAME THING HAPPENS.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE, AGAIN, SAME THING HAPPENS.
RIX: CAPTAIN TO THE BRIDGE! ENSIGN, WHAT WAS THAT?!
ENSIGN: THE SYSTEM'S SUN HAS IMPLODED.
CAPTAIN MACGREGOR ENTERS THE BRIDGE. HE IS WEARY, BUT ATTENTIVE. HE WALKS TO
HIS CHAIR AND SLUMPS DOWN IN IT. HE SEEMS TO BE IN A TRANCE.
RIX: SIR?
MACGREGOR: SHE'S DEAD.
RIX: OH, SIR I'M...
MACGREGOR: STATUS REPORT!
ENSIGN: LONG RANGE SENSORS ARE DOWN, SHIELDS AT 65%, MINOR INJURIES
REPORTED ON ALL DECKS.
MACGREGOR: PREP A PROBE. SET IT'S...
THE WHOLE SHIP SHAKES VIOLENTLY. FIRE ERUPTS FROM ALMOST EVERY WORK STATION.
ONE CREWMAN IS THROWN FROM THE OPS STATION TO THE AREA IN FRONT OF THE
CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
T.O: WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!
RIX: WHO IS IT?!
T.O: UNKNOWN. THERE IS A HULL BREACH THAT EXTENDS FROM THE PORT
IMPULSE ENGINE TO THE TIP OF THE SAUCER.
MACGREGOR: I NEED TARGETS LIEUTENANT!
T.O: LOVE TO HELP SIR, BUT WHO EVER THEY ARE, WE CAN'T SEE THEM!
ALARMS GO OFF ON THE TACTICAL WORK STATION.
T.O: SIR, THE M.L. KING IS HAILING US.
MACGREGOR: PUT THEM THROUGH.
DURHAM(V.O): REMINGTON, WE NEED YOU TO BEAM US OFF! OUR CORE IS ABOUT
TO BREACH!
RIX: GET A LOCK ON THEM!
CUT TO: SPACE. THE M.L. KING HAS BEEN REDUCED TO A HEAP OF FIERY METAL.
AN ORANGE BEAM THAT LOOKS LIKE A LINE OF FIRE STREAKS DOWN TO THE SHIP'S
ENGINEERING SECTION. THE VESSEL IS ENGULFED IN A MASSIVE, ANTI-MATTER EXPLOSION.
CUT TO: BRIDGE OF THE WOLVERINE. CAPTAIN LAYCOCK IS AT THE HELM OF THE SHIP,
MOST OF THE BRIDGE IS TRASHED. THE CREW IS DEAD. HE HAS A GASH ON HIS FOREHEAD
AND A BLOODSHOT EYEBALL.
LAYCOCK: WOLVERINE TO REMINGTON.
MACGREGOR(V.O): REMINGTON HERE.
LAYCOCK: PREPARE TO RECEIVE SURVIVORS.
MACGREGOR(V.O): STANDING BY.
LAYCOCK: COMPUTER, LOCK ON TO ALL PERSONELLE AND BEAM THEM TO THE
REMINGTON.
COMPUTER(V.O): LOCKED.
LAYCOCK: ENER...
CUT TO: SPACE. THE WOLVERINE FLIES APART IN A SHOWER OF FIRE.
CUT TO: REMINGTON BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: DID WE GET ANYONE?
RIX: NO SIR.
THE SHIP ROCKS VIOLENTLY AGAIN. MACGREGOR RETAINS HIS COMPOSURE.
MACGREGOR: ALL HANDS TO EMERGENCY ESCAPE PODS.
THERE IS A BRIGHT FLASH OF LIGHT THAT ENVELOPES THE ENTIRE BRIDGE.
CUT TO: SPACE. THE U.S.S REMINGTON IS ENVELOPED IN A TORRENT OF BLUE FIRE. A
SMALL SHIP FLIES BY. A BRIGHT ORANGE LIGHT APPEARS IN FRONT OF IT. THE SHIP ENTERS
THE LIGHT AND VANISHES. THE LIGHT DISAPPEARS.
THE CAMERA MOVES FORWARD. IT PICKS UP SPEED UNTIL IT CROSSES THE WARP
THRESHOLD. THE OPENING CREDITS CONTINUE.
END OF CREDITS, CROSS FADE TO: EARTH'S MOON, CAMERA CONTINUES MOVING FORWARD
UNTIL IT REACHES EARTH. CAMERA CONTINUES MOVING DOWN THROUGH EARTH'S
ATMOSPHERE UNTIL IT EMERGES OVER PARIS. CAMERA MOVES OVER THE CITY. CAMERA
CLOSES IN ON A LARGE, TRANSPARENT DOME. IT IS SNOWING OUTSIDE. CAMERA MOVES
INSIDE THE DOME, CAPTION AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN READS: " FEDERATION
OLYMPIC GAMES". CAMERA MOVES IN ON THE CENTRE OF THE DOME, THERE IS A HOCKEY
GAME GOING ON. THE GAME IS AT FACE OFF. THE REFEREE DROPS THE PUCK, AND THE
GAME IS ON.
ANNOUNCER: WHOA! IMMEDIATELY, TAL LLURAN GRABS THE PUCK AND MAKES A
MAD DASH FOR THE NET. NOT VERY LOGICAL IF YOU ASK ME! WHOPS, MICHEALS
SNATCHES THE PUCK FROM TAL LLURAN. WHY OH WHY ARE THE VULCANS MAKING ALL
THE WRONG DECISIONS TODAY?! MICHEALS CONTINUES FOR THE NET. HE PASSES
MACGREGOR!, SMOOTH MOVE! MACGREGOR PASSES TO HODKINSON, HODKINSON TO
CARNEY. CARNEY PASSES IT BACK TO MACGREGOR. MACGREGOR SWOOPS IN FOR THE
NET, HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES!!! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN OVER FIFTY YEARS, EARTH WINS
THE GOLD!!
ON THE ICE THE TERRAN PLAYERS ARE OVERJOYED THEY TEAR OFF THEIR HELMETS AND
THROW DOWN THEIR STICKS.
CUT TO: THE HUMANS AND VULCANS SKATING PAST EACH OTHER, SHAKING HANDS. THE
CAMERA FOLLOWS THE HUMANS INTO THE LOCKER ROOM. CHMPANE BOTTLES ARE BEING
PASSED AROUND AND MUGS ARE BEING FILLED.
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE DOME-NIGHT, SNOWING. THE TERRAN PLAYERS ARE LEAVING THE
DOME. THREE GO TO A WAITING STATION. A FEW SECONDS AFTER THEY ARRIVE, A LONG
TRAIN PULLS UP. THE PLAYERS GET ON.
CUT TO: A LARGE APARTMENT WITH PLENTY OF WOOD FURNISHING. THE LIGHTS ARE DOWN.
A MAN ENTERS THE ROOM.
MAN: LIGHTS, 75%.
THE LIGHTS ILLUMINATE THE ROOM WITH A WARM GLOW. THE MAN SITS IN A LARGE BROWN
LEATHER CHAIR.
MAN: COMPUTER, COFFEE, DOUBLE DOUBLE.
CUT TO: A REPLICATOR. A WHITE MUG APPEARS. THE MAN WALKS OVER AND PICKS IT UP.
CUT TO: THE MAN WALKING OVER TO THE WINDOW. HE LOOKS OUTSIDE. THE SNOW IS STILL
FALLING. THERE ARE A FEW SMALL SHIPS CRUISING BY THE WINDOW. ONE OF THE PILOT
SEES THE MAN AND WAVES. THE MAN WAVES BACK. AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM IS
AN OLDER LOOKING WOODEN DESK WITH A COMPUTER ON IT. THE COMPUTER SCREEN
LIGHTS UP. THE MAN WALKS OVER TO IT. HE LOOKS AT THE SCREEN AND SIGHS. THE
SCREEN READS: "TRANSMISSION FROM STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS TO CAPTAIN MICHAEL
MACGREGOR"
MAN: AUTHORISATION; MACGREGOR, 1390 THETA ROSE.
THE SCREEN SHOWS A MAN IN HIS EARLY 60'S.
MAN 2: MIKE.
MACGREGOR: ADMIRAL NICHOLSON.
NICHOLSON: GOOD GAME TODAY.
MACGREGOR: I THOUGHT IT WAS. WHAT'S UP SIR? I DOUBT YOU CALLED TO OFFER
CONGRATULATIONS.
NICHOLSON: YOU KNOW ME TOO WELL MIKE. IT'S ABOUT LOUIS. WE'VE LOST
CONTACT WITH THE REMINGTON. NOW WE...
MACGREGOR: WHERE?
NICHOLSON: THE RENZILLIA 7 STAR SYSTEM. BUT, IT'S NOT UP TO YOU. YOUR SHIP
ISN'T RUNNING YET.
MACGREGOR: HE'S NOT YOUR BROTHER. BESIDES, MY ENGINEERING CHIEF SAID
THE WARP CORE WORKS, THAT WE COULD BE READY IN A WEEK. I CAN SHAVE THAT TIME
TO FORTY EIGHT HOURS.
NICHOLSON: MICHAEL, THE JUGGERNAUT CLASS IS TOO PRECIOUS TO STARFLEET TO
RISK DAMAGE.
MACGREGOR: LISTEN ADMIRAL, I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THIS SHIP FLY. I DO
TOO. I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER OPPORTUNITY, CAN YOU?
NICHOLSON: I'LL MEET YOU AT THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS. THIS MEANS NO OLYMPIC
FESTIVITIES YOU KNOW.
MACGREGOR: I'LL SURVIVE.
NICHOLSON: NICHOLSON OUT.
THE SCREEN GOES DARK. MACGREGOR STANDS UP. HE WALKS OVER TO A CLOSET. THE
DOOR OPENS. HE REACHES IN AND PULLS OUT A STARFLEET UNIFORM WITH FOUR PIPS ON
THE COLLAR.
CUT TO: SPACE. A STARFLEET RUNABOUT FLIES BY.
CUT TO: INSIDE THE RUNABOUT COCKPIT. LIEUTENANT ANDREW FAWKES IS AT THE
CONTROLS. FAWKES IS A MAN IN HIS MID 30'S WITH AUBURN HAIR. OPPOSITE HIM IS
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DYA TROUSE. TROUSE IS A WOMAN IN HER EARLY 30'S WITH JET
BLACK HAIR BOUND IN A TIGHT BUN. CAPTAIN MICHAEL MACGREGOR ENTERS THE COCKPIT.
MACGREGOR: WHAT'S OUR E.T.A?
FAWKES: ABOUT FIVE MINUTES.
MACGREGOR: GOOD. COFFEE ANYONE?
FAWKES: NOT FOR ME THANKS.
TROUSE: I'LL TAKE SOME.
MACGREGOR: HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?
TROUSE: TWO CREAMS, TWO SUGAR.
MACGREGOR: COMPUTER, TWO COFFEES, DOUBLE DOUBLE.
THE REPLICATOR CREATES THE DRINKS. MACGREGOR PICKS THEM UP AND HANDS ONE
TO TROUSE.
TROUSE: THANKS. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SHIP YET SIR?
MACGREGOR: NO NOT YET. WELL I'VE SEEN THE SPECS, MIGHTY FINE.
FAWKES: YEAH, WELL I'VE BEEN ON BOARD. THE SPECS DON'T PREPARE YOU FOR
THE REAL THING.
MACGREGOR: I BET THEY DON'T.
TROUSE: YOU'D WIN THAT BET.
FAWKES: WHEN WERE YOU ON BOARD.
TROUSE: LAST SUNDAY. I WAS CHECKING OUT THE NEW SICKBAY.
FAWKES: YOU DO KNOW THERE ARE THREE OF THEM, DON'T YOU?
TROUSE: NO.
FAWKES: TWO IN THE SAUCER, ONE IN THE ENGINEERING SECTION.
TROUSE: OH GREAT. I'M IN CHARGE OF THREE MEDICAL BAYS. THAT MEANS TRIPLE
THE PAPERWORK.
MACGREGOR: THAT'S WHY I NEVER GOT INTO MEDICINE.
FAWKES: YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN. YOU'VE GOT MORE PAPERWORK THAN ANYONE
ELSE ON THE SHIP.
MACGREGOR: TRUE ENOUGH.
MACGREGOR LEANS FORWARD AND PEERS OUT THE WINDOWS. HIS ATTENTION BECOMES
HEIGHTENED.
MACGREGOR: IS THAT IT?
TROUSE: YEAH, THERE SHE IS.
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE RUNABOUT. THE SHIP MAKES A PASS TO ENTER A LARGE SPACE
STATION. BUT BEFORE IT DOES, WE CATCH A SMALL GLIMPSE OF THE JUGGERNAUT
YARDS. THEY ARE THREE STUPENDOUS STARSHIP DRY DOCKS. THEY ARE CONNECTED
PARALLELLY. INSIDE THE SECOND DRY DOCK, THERE IS A SHIP THAT ONLY LOOKS SMALL.
THIS IS DUE TO THE RUNABOUT'S PROXIMITY TO THE YARDS, OR LACK OF.
CUT TO: THE RUNABOUT ENTERING THE NEAREST STATION. CAPTION AT THE BOTTOM OF
THE SCREEN READS: " JUGGERNAUT PROJECT LOADING STATION, PLUTO, SECTOR 001."
CUT TO: FAWKES, TROUSE AND MACGREGOR EXITING THE RUNABOUT VIA A SMALL,
TRANSPARENT ACCESS RAMP.
CUT TO: MACGREGOR, TROUSE AND FAWKES ENTERING THE STATION. THEY ARE WALKING
ON TO A PROMENADE.
MACGREGOR: SO, WHAT YOU'RE TELLING ME IS THAT THIS SHIP HAS UNMANNED
TACTICAL DRONES AVAILABLE FOR EVERY BECK AND CALL?
FAWKES: PRETTY MUCH.
THE CONVERSATION CONTINUES ALONG THAT LINE AS THE THREE GET ON A LIFT. CAMERA
FOLLOWS THEM UP TO THE SECOND LEVEL. ON THE SECOND LEVEL, THE THREE ARE
JOINED BY LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DAIMAIN WARREN. WARREN STANDS ABOUT AN EVEN
SIX FEET. HE IS OF AFRICAN ETINICITY. HE STRIDES DIRECTLY TO MACGREGOR.
WARREN: CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER. WHAT'S THE GOOD WORD?
WARREN: NACELLES ARE ATTACHED, CORE IS READY TO HEAT UP. GIVE ME ABOUT THREE
DAYS WE'LL BE READY FOR WARP TRIALS.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER, I WANT THAT SHIP READY TO GO IN EXACTLY FORTY EIGHT
HOURS.
MACGREGOR: THAT'S AN ORDER. THE REST OF YOU, PREP YOUR DEPARTMENTS, WE
MIGHT VERY WELL BE HEADING OUT BEFORE THE OLYMPICS ARE OVER.
FAWKES: OH GREAT.
TROUSE: WONDERFUL.
MACGREGOR: GET MOVING. I'VE GOT A MEETING. I'LL SEE YOU ON BOARD.
CUT TO: MACGREGOR ENTERING A LARGE MEETING ROOM. THE ROOM HAS A LARGE
ROUND TABLE IN THE MIDDLE. SEATED AT THE TABLE IS ADMIRAL NICHOLSON. ALSO
SEATED IS ADMIRAL THOMSON, A TALL, ROBUST FIGURE IN HIS LATE 50'S.
THOMSON: GOOD MORNING MICHAEL.
MACGREGOR: SIRS.
NICHOLSON: HAVE A SEAT MIKE.
MACGREGOR SITS DOWN OPPOSITE THE ADMIRALS.
THOMSON: CAPTAIN, ADMIRAL NICHOLSON TELLS ME THAT YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN FIND
THE REMINGTON WITH YOUR SHIP.
MACGREGOR: YES SIR.
THOMSON: AND YOU DO KNOW THAT WE ALREADY HAVE TWO JUGGERNAUT CLASS SHIPS
OPERATIONAL.
MACGREGOR: YES SIR.
THOMSON STANDS.
THOMSON: WHY DO YOU THINK YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE, CAN FIND THE REMINGTON?
MACGREGOR: I HAVE FAMILY ON THAT SHIP.
THOMSON: RIGHT. YOUR BROTHER LOUIS.
MACGREGOR: AND A NEW SISTER-IN-LAW, HE GOT MARRIED LAST WEEK.
THOMSON: WHAT DO YOU THINK ADMIRAL?
NICHOLSON: I THINK HE CAN DO IT.
THOMSON: YOU DO?
NICHOLSON: I DO.
THOMSON: ALRIGHT. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR, PROVIDED YOU CAN GET YOUR SHIP READY
IN FORTY EIGHT HOURS, YOU HAVE OUR AUTHORIZATON TO FIND THE U.S.S M.L. KING,
WOLVERINE AND THE REMINGTON.
MACGREGOR STANDS AND SMILES.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU SIRS.
NICHOLSON: DISMISSED.
MACGREGOR BEGINS TO LEAVE BUT IS STOPPED WHEN ADMIRAL NICHOLSON BEGINS TO
SPEAK.
NICHOLSON: CAPTAIN, DON'T SCREW THIS UP.
MACGREGOR WALKS OUT.
MACGREGOR: (TO HIMSELF): BET YOUR ASS I WON'T.
CUT TO: A LARGE, DOMED REST AREA. MACGREGOR ENTERS. HE WALKS UP A SLIGHT
RAISE. AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM, SEATED AT A TABLE LOOKING AT THE STARS IS
COMMANDER STALAR. HE IS A VULCAN WHO HAS JET BLACK HAIR. HE IS A FULL
COMMANDER. MACGREGOR APPROACHES HIM FROM BEHIND.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER STALAR.
STALAR STANDS.
STALAR: YES CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: SO YOU'RE MY EX-O.
STALAR: SIR?
MACGREGOR: MY SECOND IN COMMAND, NUMBER ONE. I'M CAPTAIN MACGREGOR.
STALAR: MY APOLOGIES CAPTAIN.
THE TWO BEGIN TO WALK AWAY.
MACGREGOR: NO NEED TO APOLOGISE. I DIDN'T KNOW WHO YOU WERE EITHER. I WAS JUST
GUESSING.
STALAR: NOT VERY LOGICAL.
THE TWO ENTER THE STATION'S PROMENADE.
MACGREGOR: HUMANS AREN'T, WE CAN'T HELP IT I GUESS. IT'S JUST OUR NATURE.
STALAR: ARE WE GOING TO THE SHIP SIR?
MACGREGOR: WE SURE ARE. HAVE YOU BEEN ON BOARD COMMANDER?
STALAR: YES SIR, NOT THREE HOURS AGO.
MACGREGOR: I DON'T BELIEVE IT.
STALAR: WHAT'S THAT CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: ALL OF MY SUBORDINATES HAVE BEEN ON BOARD. BUT, I HAVEN'T.
STALAR: IF IT OFFERS ANY REASSURANCES CAPTAIN, YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO
ACCLIMATE.
MACGREGOR: IF YOU CALL FORTY EIGHT HOURS PLENTY OF TIME, YOU'VE HIT THE
JACKPOT COMMANDER.
STALAR: FORTY EIGHT HOURS?
MACGREGOR: THE SHIP IS TO BE READY FOR DEPARTURE IN TWO DAYS.
STALAR: WHY SIR?
MACGREGOR: A RESCUE MISSION.