CUT TO: MACGREGOR AND STALAR WALKING INTO A WAITING AREA. IN THE ROOM THERE
ARE COUCHES AND CONTROL MONITORS. ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE ROOM ARE WINDOWS
THAT EXTEND FROM THE CEILING TO FLOOR. THROUGH THE WINDOWS, ONE CAN SEE THE
CELESTIAL BODY THAT THE STATION ORBITS, SHARON, PLUTO'S MOON. FURTHER OUT, ONE
CAN SEE PLUTO ITSELF AND THE STRUCTURE THAT ORBITS IT. ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF
THE ROOM ARE THREE LARGE, CIRCULAR DOORS. MACGREGOR AND STALAR WALK
TOWARDS ONE. THE DOOR OPENS AND THE TWO GO THROUGH. INSIDE THE SMALL TRANSIT
POD IS A COUCH THAT WRAPS ALL AROUND THE REAR CABIN. AT THE FRONT IS A SMALL
CONTROL PANEL WITH A CHAIR IN FRONT OF THE PANEL. STALAR SITS IN THE CHAIR.
STALAR: SECURING HATCH.
THE BACK DOORS CLOSE.
STALAR: RELEASING CLAMPS. COMPUTER, SET COURSE FOR THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS.
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE POD. THE POD CRUISES AWAY FROM THE STATION.
CUT TO: INSIDE THE POD, STALAR STANDS.
MACGREGOR: SO WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE SHIP COMMANDER?
STALAR: AN EFFICIENT VESSEL CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: WHAT'S HER TOP SPEED?
STALAR: WITH ALL DUE RESPECT SIR, SHOULDN'T YOU OUGHT TO KNOW THAT?
MACGREGOR: I HIT MY HEAD DURING A HOCKEY GAME. ENLIGHTEN ME.
STALAR: THE JUGGERNAUT CLASS MAXES OUT AT APPROXIMATELY WARP 9.998.
MACGREGOR: WHOA.
STALAR: WHOA INDEED. THE SHIP ALSO POSSESSES A DUEL WEAPONS MATRIX.
MACGREGOR: WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
STALAR: THE PROCESS ENDED LAST WEEK.
MACGREGOR: STARFLEET ENGINEERS, COTTA LOVE 'EM.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, THE POD CRUISES OVERHEAD. THERE IS A GOLDEN LIGHT COMING
FROM IN FROM OF IT. THE LIGHT IS COMING FROM THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS. THERE IS A
SHIP IN ONE OF THE DRY DOCKS. IT IS MASSIVE. ABOUT 45 DECKS THICK, ALMOST 900
METRES LONG.
CUT TO: INT-POD. MACGREGOR IS DUMBFOUNDED AS HE LOOKS AT THE SHIP.
MACGREGOR: NO WONDER IT'S CALLED JUGGERNAUT CLASS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE POD GLIDES OVER TOP THE SHIP. OVER THE HUGE NACELLES,
THE INCREDIBLY LONG ENGINEERING SECTION. THE POD CONTINUES OVER THE SAUCER
SECTION. THE POD GOES OVER THE REGISTRY NUMBER. THE SHIP IS CALLED
U.S.S ENTERPRISE, N.C.C-1701-F.
CUT TO: INT-POD.
STALAR: CAPTAIN, WOULD YOU PREFER TO DISEMBARK AT THE ASSEMBLY MATRIX OR
THE THE SHIP.
MACGREGOR: OH GOD, THE SHIP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE POD VEERS OFF TO THE LEFT. IT FLIES SLOWLY, ABOUT 10
METRES, OVER THE SAUCER. IT MOVES TO BECOME PARALLEL WITH A DOCKING PORT ON
THE SHIP'S STARBOARD SIDE. THE POD BACKS UP AND MAKES CONTACT WITH THE HATCH.
CUT TO: INT-POD. MACGREGOR AND STALAR WALK TO THE DOORS AT THE BACK.
MACGREGOR HESITATES IN OPENING THE DOOR.
MACGREGOR: YOU KNOW SOMETHING COMMANDER?
STALAR: WHAT IS THAT SIR?
MACGREGOR: I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS A LONG TIME AGO.
MACGREGOR OPENS THE DOORS. HE AND STALAR ENTER AN AIRLOCK. THE AIRLOCK
DOORS OPEN. MACGREGOR TAKES HIS FIRST STEPS ON BOARD THE HIS ENTERPRISE.
MACGREGOR AND STALAR ARE WALKING THROUGH VERY BUSY CORRIDORS. MACGREGOR
IS OVERCOME WITH GLEE, BUT ONLY SHOWS A LITTLE SMIRK. HE CAN NOW COMPARE
HIMSELF TO THE PREVIOUS COMMANDERS OF THIS SERIES OF STARSHIPS STEEPED IN RICH
HISTORY AND TRADITION. ARCHER, KIRK, PICARD AND NOW MACGREGOR THE NAMES THAT
ARE FIRMLY ACCOCIATED WITH ENTERPRISE. MACGREGOR AND STALAR CONTINUE DOWN
THE HALLWAYS UNTIL THEY REACH A TURBOLIFT. STALAR ACTIVATES THE CONTROL.
MOMENTS LATER, THE DOORS OPEN, THE TWO MEN ENTER.
STALAR: BRIDGE SIR?
MACGREGOR: UH, YES. BRIDGE.
STALAR: COMPUTER, BRIDGE. ARE YOU FEELING ALRIGHT SIR?
MACGREGOR: FINE COMMANDER. JUST A LITTLE SPELLBOUND.
STALAR: WELL CAPTAIN, I WOULD PUT ON A FACE OF SERENITY IF I WERE YOU.
THE TURBOLIFT STOPS. DOORS OPEN TO THE SHIP'S BRIDGE. THE BRIDGE IS A LARGE
ROOM IN THE SHAPE OF A PERFECT CIRCLE. THE MAIN COLOURS OF THE BRIDGE, AND REST
OF THE SHIP, ARE MAROONS, REDS, GOLDS AND BROWNS. AT THE OPPOSITE END OF THE
ROOM IS A LARGE VIEWSCREEN THAT SHOWCASES THE DRYDOCK THE SHIP IS INSIDE OF.
AT THE CENTER OF THE ROOM ARE THE COMMAND CHAIRS, ONE ON THE RIGHT FOR STALAR,
ANOTHER ON THE LEFT FOR TROUSE. SANDWICHED BETWEEN THEM, AND ABOUT 1/2 FOOT
HIGHER, THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR. THE CHAIR IS A GOLDEN BROWN LEATHER WITH HIGH TECH
CONTROLS ON THE ARMS. ABOUT 15 FEET IN FRONT OF THE COMMAND TRIAD, AND ABOUT
1/2 FOOT LOWER THAN TROUSE'S AND STALAR'S SEATS, IS THE SHIP'S HELM. SEATED AT
THE HELM IS LIEUTENANT LUCY CHAVEZ. GOLDEN BROWN HAIR WITH HAZEL EYES. SHE
SEES MACGREGOR WALK IN AND IMMEDIATELY SPEAKS UP.
CHAVEZ: CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE!
EVERYONE STOPS WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND STANDS AT FULL ATTENTION.
MACGREGOR: AS YOU WERE.
EVERYONE GOES BACK TO WORK. CHAVEZ NERVOUSLY APPROACHES MACGREGOR.
CHAVEZ: CAPTAIN MACGREGOR.
MACGREGOR: LIEUTENANT...
CHAVEZ: CHAVEZ SIR, LIEUTENANT FIRST CLASS LUCY CHAVEZ SIR.
MACGREGOR: RIGHT, TOP OF YOUR CLASS AT THE ACADEMY RIGHT?
CHAVEZ: YES SIR. IF I MAY CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: YES LIEUTENANT?
CHAVEZ: I THINK YOU'RE A KICK ASS HOCKEY PLAYER SIR.
MACGREGOR:THANK YOU LIEUTENENT.BETTER GET BACK TO WORK.
CHAVEZ: AYE SIR.
MACGREGOR LOOKS AT STALAR WHO HAS BEEN TINKERING WITH THE TACTICAL CONTROLS.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER?
STALAR: YES SIR.
MACGREGOR: WHO IS IN COMMAND OF THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS?
STALAR: AN ENGINEERING CAPTAIN BY THE NAME OF BURKE.
MACGREGOR: HAS HE BEEN INFORMED OF THE ENTERPRISE'S NEW DEPARTURE TIME?
STALAR: I DO NOT BELIEVE SO SIR.
MACGREGOR: I NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HIM. LIEUTENANT CHAVEZ.
CHAVEZ: YES SIR?
MACGREGOR: CONTACT THE HARBOUR MASTER, FIND CAPTAIN BURKE. HE'S IN CHARGE OF
OPERATIONS HERE.
CHAVEZ: AYE SIR.
CHAVEZ ACTIVATES HER CONTROL PANEL.
CHAVEZ: HARBOUR MASTER, THIS IS ENTERPRISE, DO YOU READ?
HARBOUR MASTER (V.O): ACKNOWLEDGED ENTERPRISE. WHAT CAN WE DO FOR YOU?
CHAVEZ: CAPTAIN MACGREGOR WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH CAPTAIN BURKE.
HARBOUR MASTER (V.O): I'LL GET HIM. HE'LL BE WITH YOU IN A MINUTE. HARBOUR MASTER
OUT.
CHAVEZ: ACKNOWLEDGED, ENTERPRISE OUT.
CHAVEZ SWIVELS AROUND IN HER CHAIR TO FACE THE CAPTAIN.
CHAVEZ: SIR, CAPTAIN BURKE WILL BE WITH YOU IN A MINUTE.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU LIEUTENANT.
CHAVEZ GOES BACK TO WORK. MOMENTS LATER, THE VIEWSCREEN ACTIVATES. A MAN IN
HIS MID 40'S WITH BALDING HAIR APPEARS. MACGREGOR TURNS TO LOOK AT HIM.
MACGREGOR: CAPTAIN BURKE?
BURKE: THAT'S ME. WHAT'S UP?
MACGREGOR: SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS CAPTAIN, BUT ENTERPRISE NEEDS TO BE
UNDERWAY IN UNDER FORTY EIGHT HOURS.
BURKE: WELL IF THAT'S THE CASE, I HOPE YOU CAN FUNCTION WITH BARELY A SKELETON
CREW.
MACGREGOR: WE'LL DO OUR BEST.
BURKE: ALRIGHT CAPTAIN, SHE'LL BE OUT IN TWO DAYS. BUT WITH JUST THE BARE
NECCESITIES.
MACGREGOR: WELL WE'LL HAVE TO SERIOUSLY STOCK UP ON MEDICAL SUPPLIES.
BURKE: WHAT EXACTLY?
MACGREGOR: THE WHOLE NINE YARDS CAPTAIN. EVERYTHING. LASER SCALPELS,
HYPOSPRAYS...
BURKE: THANK YOU CAPTAIN. PREPARE TO RECEIVE YOUR SUPPLIES WITHIN TWO HOURS.
BURKE OUT.
MACGREGOR: THANKS. ENTERPRISE OUT.
BURKE'S FACE DISAPPEARS FROM THE VIEWSCREEN. MACGREGOR TOUCHES HIS COMM
BADGE.
MACGREGOR: MACGREGOR TO FAWKES.
FAWKES (V.O): FAWKES HERE SIR.
MACGREGOR: ANDY, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT A LITTLE WEAPONS TEST?
CUT TO: FAWKES STANDING IN ONE OF THE ENTERPRISE'S TORPEDO BAYS. IT IS A LONG
AND WIDE ROOM WITH METAL PLATING FOR FLOORBOARDS.
FAWKES: SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
MACGREGOR (V.O): HOW ABOUT THE TACTICAL DRONES?
FAWKES: WORKS FOR ME.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. A VULCAN TACTICAL SHIP EMERGING FROM WARP SPACE. THE
SHIP LOOKS LIKE A VERY SLEEK PAIR OF NEEDLE-NOSED PLIERS.
CUT TO: INT-VULCAN BRIDGE.CAPTION READS: VULCAN TACTICAL VESSEL T'MARA
COMMANDER SAL TURAN IS STANDING AND SCRUTINISING THE VIEWSCREEN.
CAMERA PANS TO SEE WHAT THE COMMANDER IS LOOKING AT. THE SCREEN IS SHOWING
WHAT LOOKS LIKE A BRIGHT ORANGE HURRICANE RIGHT IN THE SHIP'S PATH.
SAL TURAN: ANALYSIS SUB-COMMANDER RAEL?
RAEL: IT APPEARS TO BE A QUANTUM SINGULARITY. ENERGY OUTPUT IS EXTREME.
SAL TURAN: RELAY OUT SENSOR READINGS TO THE HIGH COMMAND.
RAEL: YES COMMANDER. SENSOR READINGS ARE NOW BEING TRANSMITTED.
SAL TURAN: VERY GOOD.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SINGULARITY WIDENS AND BECOMES BRIGHTER. ALSO, MORE
SINGULARITIES BEGIN TO APPEAR.
CUT TO: T'MARA BRIDGE.
SAL TURAN: REPORT.
RAEL: THERE ARE NOW APPROXIMATELY TWENTY SINGULARITIES, AND MORE ARE
APPEARING.
SAL TURAN: CONTINUING TO TRANSMIT?
RAEL: YES. THE HIGH COMM...
THE BRIDGE IS VIOLENTLY ROCKED BACK AND FORTH.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ALIEN SHIPS BEGIN POURING OUT OF THE SINGULARITIES. THE
CLOSEST, AND LARGEST SINGULARITY GROWS EVEN WIDER. THEN, A MASSIVE CRAFT EXITS
THE APERTURE. IT IS BROWN AND COPPER COLOURED WITH YELLOW COLOURED ENERGY
VEINS ALL ALONG IT'S HULL. IT IS ABOUT FORTY KILOMETRES IN LENGTH. WHEN IT HAS
FULLY EXITED, IT IS PURSUED BY EVEN MORE, MUCH SMALLER SHIPS.
CUT TO: T'MARA BRIDGE. SAL TURAN IS TRYING TO STAND UP, BUT SHE IS HAVING
DIFFICULTY DOING SO. THE BRIDGE ITSELF IS TRASHED. SCREENS ARE BLOWN OUT, CREW
MEMBERS ARE LYING DEAD. THE FLOOR IS STAINED WITH GREEN BLOOD. SAL TURAN AND
RAEL ARE THE ONLY TWO ALIVE. FOR SOME REASON HOWEVER, THEY BOTH LOOK VERY
FRIGHTENED.
SAL TURAN: WHAT...WHAT HAPPENED?
RAEL: UNKNOWN.
SAL TURAN: IS THE VIEWSCREEN FUNCTIONAL?
RAEL: I... I CAN'T...
RAEL GRIPS HIS HEAD TIGHT AND SCREAMS IN ANGUISH. SAL TURAN RUSHES OVER BEFORE
HE TOPPLES OVER. SAL TURAN IS BEGINNING TO LOOSE HER HEAD AS WELL. SHE IS
OBVIOUSLY FIGHTING FOR CONTROL OVER HER EMOTIONS, AND LOOSING.
SAL TURAN: SUB COMMANDER!! COMPUTER, ACTIVATE VIEWSCREEN!
THE SCREEN ACTIVATES. THE IMAGE IS QUITE DISTORTED, BUT ONE COULD MAKE IT OUT.
THE SUPER SHIP, 40 KM LONG, IS LOOMING RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE T'MARA. ON THE SUPER
SHIP IS AN APERTURE, WITH A DIAMETER OF ONE KILOMETRE, THAT IS OPENING.
CUT TO: RAEL'S EYES. THEY FLASH OPEN, BUT ARE PITCH BLACK.
RAEL: THE WEAK WILL PERISH.
RAEL'S ARM SHOOTS UP AND GRABS SAL TURAN'S THROAT. SAL TURAN'S SCREAMS ARE
CUT OFF BY THE STRENGTH OF RAEL'S GRASP. SAL TURAN'S EYES BLEED AND HER NECK
SNAPS. RAEL DOESN'T LET GO.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE VULCAN SHIP IS BEING DEVOURED BY THE SUPER-SHIP. AFTER
THE VULCAN VESSEL DISAPPEARS FROM SIGHT, THE SUPER-SHIP AND ALL OF THE SMALL
SHIPS LEAVE THE AREA.
CUT TO: EXT-SAN FRANCISCO, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS, DAY.
CUT TO: INT-STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS. A YOUNG HUMAN MALE, AN ENSIGN IN HIS MID
TWENTIES, IS RUNNING DOWN A CROWDED HALLWAY. HE ENTERS A SMALL WAITING AREA
WHERE A HUMAN FEMALE, RANK: 1ST LIEUTENANT, IS SEATED AT A RECEPTION DESK.
ENSIGN: IS SHE IN?
LIEUTENANT: YES. DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?
ENSIGN: WHAT?
LIEUTENANT: MEETINGS WITH THE ADMIRAL ARE ON AN APPOINTMENT ONLY BASIS.
ENSIGN:(TO HIMSELF) DAMMIT. (OUT LOUD) COULD YOU PLEASE GIVE HER THIS. IT'S
PRIORITY ONE.
THE ENSIGN GIVES THE LIEUTENANT A PADD.
LIEUTENANT: THANK YOU ENSIGN. DISMISSED.
THE ENSIGN LEAVES. THE LIEUTENANT RISES AND ENTERS A LARGE OFFICE. THE OFFICE IS
SPARSELY DECORATED. THERE IS A LARGE WINDOW, THROUGH WHICH ONE CAN SEE THE
GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. THERE IS A LARGE SCREEN AT THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE OFFICE,
ON WHICH IS THE EMBLEM OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS. IN FRONT OF THE
WINDOWS IS A DESK WITH THREE LARGE CHAIRS IN FRONT OF IT, AND ONE BEHIND THE
DESK. THE CHAIR BEHIND THE DESK IS TURNED TOWARDS THE WINDOWS.
LIEUTENANT: ADMIRAL?
THE CHAIR TURNS TO FACE THE LIEUTENANT. SEATED IN THE CHAIR IS
ADMIRAL KATHRYN JANEWAY. SHE IS A CONFIDENT LOOKING WOMAN IN HER MID 60'S. SHE
HAS GREYING HAIR, BUT NOTHING ABOUT HER AGE REMOVES ANY AURA OF POWER AND
RESPECT.
JANEWAY: YES LIEUTENANT?
LIEUTENANT: MESSAGE FROM VULCAN ADMIRAL.
JANEWAY: THANK YOU LIEUTENANT.
JANEWAY TAKES THE PADD AND DISMISSES THE LIEUTENANT. JANEWAY RISES AND GOES
OVER TO A REPLICATOR.
JANEWAY: COFFEE, BLACK.
THE REPLICATOR CREATES THE DRINK AND JANEWAY TAKES IT AND SIPS. SHE BEGINS TO
WALK OVER TO HER DESK WHILE READING THE PADD. SHE LOOKS UP FROM THE PADD.
SHE PUTS THE PADD AND COFFEE ON HE DESK AND TAKES A MOMENT TO GAZE OUT THE
WINDOW. SHE DOES NOT LOOK AT THE CAMPUS, OR BRIDGE, OR CITY. SHE IS LOOKING AT
THE PLANET THEY ARE ALL ON. SHE REGAINS HER COMPOSURE. SHE GOES AND
ACTIVTATES A COMM PANEL ON HER DESK.
JANEWAY: LIEUTENANT BURROWS, GET ME ADMIRAL NICHOLSON.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. SIX SMALL SAUCERS ARE HOVERING IN ORBIT AROUND PLUTO. IN THE
BACKGROUND IS A DEFIANT CLASS STARSHIP.
CUT TO: INT-DEFIANT CLASS BRIDGE. CAPTION APPEARS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN:
"U.S.S VIGILANCE, N.C.C-90874" CAPTAIN JENNIFER DAVIDSON, A WOMAN IN HER LATE 30'S
WITH STRIKING RED HAIR, IS SEATED IN THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR. CAPTAIN MICHAEL
MACGREGOR IS STANDING BESIDE HER. LIEUTENANT ANDREW FAWKES IS STANDING AT A
LARGE WORKSTATION AT THE BACK OF THE ROOM.
DAVIDSON: ALL RIGHT CAPTAIN, WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
MACGREGOR: THANKS JENN. ANDY, LIGHT EM' UP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SAUCERS POWER UP.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: ARE THE DERALCTS SET UP?
FAWKES: YES SIR. ONE WITH SHIELDS UP, THE OTHER WITHOUT.
MACGREGOR: ALRIGHT ANDY, RELEASE THE HOUNDS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE THREE SAUCERS SPEED TOWARDS A DELALICT STARFLEET
VESSEL.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: MR. FAWKES, ASSIGN THEM ATTACK PATTERN ALPHA.
FAWKES: AYE.
FAWKES ENTERS THE COMMAND.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SAUCERS FORM A SPHERE AROUND THE DERALICT. THE SAUCERS
PROCEED TO LAUNCH A MASSIVE BARRAGE OF PHASER AND QUANTUM TORPEDO FIRE.
THE SAUCERS BACK AWAY AS THEY DO THIS. THE DERALICT FLIES APART IN A SHOWER OF
FIRE.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: NEXT TARGET.
FAWKES ENTERS THE NEW COMMAND.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SAUCERS SPEED AWAY TOWARDS ANOTHER DERALICT SHIP. THE
SAUCERS OPEN FIRE. THIS TIME, THE WEAPONS FIRE HIT THE SHIP'S SHIELDS. THE SAUCERS
MOVE TO THE SHIP'S VENTRAL SIDE. THEY OPEN FIRE AGAIN. THIS TIME HOWEVER, THE
WEAPONS FIRE PUNCHES THROUGH THE SHIELDS AND DESTROYS THE SHIP.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE. MACGREGOR TURNS TO CAPTAIN DAVIDSON.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU JENN FOR THE USE OF YOUR BRIDGE.
DAVIDSON: ANYTIME MIKE.
MACGREGOR LOOKS TO FAWKES.
MACGREGOR: ALRIGHT ANDY, SEND EM' BACK TO ENTERPRISE.
FAWKES AND HIS TEAM DISCONNECT THE CONSOLE.
FAWKES: ENTERPRISE, LOCK ON TO THE DRONE CONSOLE.
CHAVEZ(V.O): ENTERPRISE HERE. WE HAVE TRASNPORT LOCK CONFIRMED, AWAITING
ORDERS.
FAWKES: ENERGIZE.
THE CONSOLE BEAMS AWAY. AS IT IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEAMING AWAY, FAWKES AND HIS
TEAM LEAVE THE VIGILANCE'S BRIDGE. MACGREGOR BEGINS TO LEAVE AS WELL, BUT IS
STOPPED BY CAPTAIN DAVIDSON.
DAVIDSON: HEY MIKE, LET'S CATCH UP SOMETIME.
MACGREGOR: CAN WE DO IT ON MY SHIP THIS TIME?
DAVIDSON: NO PROBLEM.
MACGREGOR SMILES SLYLY AND ENTERS THE TURBOLIFT.
MACGREGOR: TRASPORTER ROOM.
THE TURBOLIFT DOORS CLOSE. AFTER THEY DO, DAVIDSON LOOKS AT HER SENIOR
OFFICERS, WHO ARE ON THE VERGE OF BURSTING OUT IN LAUGHTER.
DAVIDSON: GET BACK TO WORK.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, TRANSPORTER ROOM. MACGREGOR, FAWKES AND FAWKES'
TEAM MATERIALISE ON THE TRANSPORT PADS.
MACGREGOR: ALRIGHT ANDY, MAKE SURE YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING THAT A STARFLEET
SECURITY FORCE WILL EVER NEED. WE'VE GOT ONLY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS BEFOR WE
LEAVE.
FAWKES: UH, I'M PRETTY SURE I HAVE ALL I'LL NEED.
MACGREGOR QUICKLY TURNS TO FAWKES.
FAWKES: BUT I'LL MAKE SURE.
MACGREGOR BEGINS TO LEAVE THE ROOM.
FAWKES: HEY, JOIN ME FOR A DRINK WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOME TIME?
MACGREGOR: SURE, IF I HAVE THE TIME.
FAWKES: WORKS FOR ME. ALRIGHT GUYS, LET'S GO.
FAWKES AND HIS TEAM LEAVE THE TRANSPORTER ROOM. MACGREGOR IS RIGHT BEHIND
THEM WHEN HE RECIEVES A CALL.
CHAVEZ(V.O): CAPTAIN, ADMIRALS NICHOLSON AND THOMSON ARE ON BOARD, THEY ARE
REQUESTING THAT YOU JOIN THEM IN THE OBSERVATION LOUNGE.
MACGREGOR: ACKNOWLEDGED LIEUTENENT. MACGREGOR OUT.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, BRIDGE. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR ENTERS, UNNOTECED BY ALL,
EXCEPT CHAVEZ. CHAVEZ RISES, BUT MACGREGOR STOPS HER BEFORE SHE CAN SAY,
"CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE." MACGREGOR CONTINUES TO MOVE AT A BRISK PACE TOWARD A
PAIR OF TYPICAL SIZED DOORS AT THE REAR OF THE BRIDGE. THE CAPTAIN WALKS
THROUGH THE DOORS. HE ENTERS A SEMI-CIRCULAR ROOM WITH WINDOWS THAT EXTEND
FROM THE FLOOR AT THE OPPOSITE END ALL THE WAY OVER MACGREGOR'S HEAD. DOWN
ONE LEVEL, IS AN OVULAR CONFERENCE TABLE WITH ROOM FOR TEN PEOPLE TO SIT.
SEATED ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE TABLE ARE ADMIRALS THOMSON AND NICHOLSON.
THOMSON: HAVE FUN WITH YOUR HOUNDS CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: I DID INDEED.
NICHOLSON: SORRY TO HAVE TO DO THIS CAPTAIN, BUT WE'RE CHANGING YOUR MISSION
A BIT.
MACGREGOR: YOU'RE KIDDING.
NICHOLSON: I WISH WE WERE.
NICHOLSON TAPS HIS COMM BADGE.
NICHOLSON: TRANSPORTER ROOM, ENERGIZE.
ARE COUCHES AND CONTROL MONITORS. ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE ROOM ARE WINDOWS
THAT EXTEND FROM THE CEILING TO FLOOR. THROUGH THE WINDOWS, ONE CAN SEE THE
CELESTIAL BODY THAT THE STATION ORBITS, SHARON, PLUTO'S MOON. FURTHER OUT, ONE
CAN SEE PLUTO ITSELF AND THE STRUCTURE THAT ORBITS IT. ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF
THE ROOM ARE THREE LARGE, CIRCULAR DOORS. MACGREGOR AND STALAR WALK
TOWARDS ONE. THE DOOR OPENS AND THE TWO GO THROUGH. INSIDE THE SMALL TRANSIT
POD IS A COUCH THAT WRAPS ALL AROUND THE REAR CABIN. AT THE FRONT IS A SMALL
CONTROL PANEL WITH A CHAIR IN FRONT OF THE PANEL. STALAR SITS IN THE CHAIR.
STALAR: SECURING HATCH.
THE BACK DOORS CLOSE.
STALAR: RELEASING CLAMPS. COMPUTER, SET COURSE FOR THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS.
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE POD. THE POD CRUISES AWAY FROM THE STATION.
CUT TO: INSIDE THE POD, STALAR STANDS.
MACGREGOR: SO WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE SHIP COMMANDER?
STALAR: AN EFFICIENT VESSEL CAPTAIN.
MACGREGOR: WHAT'S HER TOP SPEED?
STALAR: WITH ALL DUE RESPECT SIR, SHOULDN'T YOU OUGHT TO KNOW THAT?
MACGREGOR: I HIT MY HEAD DURING A HOCKEY GAME. ENLIGHTEN ME.
STALAR: THE JUGGERNAUT CLASS MAXES OUT AT APPROXIMATELY WARP 9.998.
MACGREGOR: WHOA.
STALAR: WHOA INDEED. THE SHIP ALSO POSSESSES A DUEL WEAPONS MATRIX.
MACGREGOR: WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?
STALAR: THE PROCESS ENDED LAST WEEK.
MACGREGOR: STARFLEET ENGINEERS, COTTA LOVE 'EM.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, THE POD CRUISES OVERHEAD. THERE IS A GOLDEN LIGHT COMING
FROM IN FROM OF IT. THE LIGHT IS COMING FROM THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS. THERE IS A
SHIP IN ONE OF THE DRY DOCKS. IT IS MASSIVE. ABOUT 45 DECKS THICK, ALMOST 900
METRES LONG.
CUT TO: INT-POD. MACGREGOR IS DUMBFOUNDED AS HE LOOKS AT THE SHIP.
MACGREGOR: NO WONDER IT'S CALLED JUGGERNAUT CLASS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE POD GLIDES OVER TOP THE SHIP. OVER THE HUGE NACELLES,
THE INCREDIBLY LONG ENGINEERING SECTION. THE POD CONTINUES OVER THE SAUCER
SECTION. THE POD GOES OVER THE REGISTRY NUMBER. THE SHIP IS CALLED
U.S.S ENTERPRISE, N.C.C-1701-F.
CUT TO: INT-POD.
STALAR: CAPTAIN, WOULD YOU PREFER TO DISEMBARK AT THE ASSEMBLY MATRIX OR
THE THE SHIP.
MACGREGOR: OH GOD, THE SHIP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE POD VEERS OFF TO THE LEFT. IT FLIES SLOWLY, ABOUT 10
METRES, OVER THE SAUCER. IT MOVES TO BECOME PARALLEL WITH A DOCKING PORT ON
THE SHIP'S STARBOARD SIDE. THE POD BACKS UP AND MAKES CONTACT WITH THE HATCH.
CUT TO: INT-POD. MACGREGOR AND STALAR WALK TO THE DOORS AT THE BACK.
MACGREGOR HESITATES IN OPENING THE DOOR.
MACGREGOR: YOU KNOW SOMETHING COMMANDER?
STALAR: WHAT IS THAT SIR?
MACGREGOR: I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS A LONG TIME AGO.
MACGREGOR OPENS THE DOORS. HE AND STALAR ENTER AN AIRLOCK. THE AIRLOCK
DOORS OPEN. MACGREGOR TAKES HIS FIRST STEPS ON BOARD THE HIS ENTERPRISE.
MACGREGOR AND STALAR ARE WALKING THROUGH VERY BUSY CORRIDORS. MACGREGOR
IS OVERCOME WITH GLEE, BUT ONLY SHOWS A LITTLE SMIRK. HE CAN NOW COMPARE
HIMSELF TO THE PREVIOUS COMMANDERS OF THIS SERIES OF STARSHIPS STEEPED IN RICH
HISTORY AND TRADITION. ARCHER, KIRK, PICARD AND NOW MACGREGOR THE NAMES THAT
ARE FIRMLY ACCOCIATED WITH ENTERPRISE. MACGREGOR AND STALAR CONTINUE DOWN
THE HALLWAYS UNTIL THEY REACH A TURBOLIFT. STALAR ACTIVATES THE CONTROL.
MOMENTS LATER, THE DOORS OPEN, THE TWO MEN ENTER.
STALAR: BRIDGE SIR?
MACGREGOR: UH, YES. BRIDGE.
STALAR: COMPUTER, BRIDGE. ARE YOU FEELING ALRIGHT SIR?
MACGREGOR: FINE COMMANDER. JUST A LITTLE SPELLBOUND.
STALAR: WELL CAPTAIN, I WOULD PUT ON A FACE OF SERENITY IF I WERE YOU.
THE TURBOLIFT STOPS. DOORS OPEN TO THE SHIP'S BRIDGE. THE BRIDGE IS A LARGE
ROOM IN THE SHAPE OF A PERFECT CIRCLE. THE MAIN COLOURS OF THE BRIDGE, AND REST
OF THE SHIP, ARE MAROONS, REDS, GOLDS AND BROWNS. AT THE OPPOSITE END OF THE
ROOM IS A LARGE VIEWSCREEN THAT SHOWCASES THE DRYDOCK THE SHIP IS INSIDE OF.
AT THE CENTER OF THE ROOM ARE THE COMMAND CHAIRS, ONE ON THE RIGHT FOR STALAR,
ANOTHER ON THE LEFT FOR TROUSE. SANDWICHED BETWEEN THEM, AND ABOUT 1/2 FOOT
HIGHER, THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR. THE CHAIR IS A GOLDEN BROWN LEATHER WITH HIGH TECH
CONTROLS ON THE ARMS. ABOUT 15 FEET IN FRONT OF THE COMMAND TRIAD, AND ABOUT
1/2 FOOT LOWER THAN TROUSE'S AND STALAR'S SEATS, IS THE SHIP'S HELM. SEATED AT
THE HELM IS LIEUTENANT LUCY CHAVEZ. GOLDEN BROWN HAIR WITH HAZEL EYES. SHE
SEES MACGREGOR WALK IN AND IMMEDIATELY SPEAKS UP.
CHAVEZ: CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE!
EVERYONE STOPS WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND STANDS AT FULL ATTENTION.
MACGREGOR: AS YOU WERE.
EVERYONE GOES BACK TO WORK. CHAVEZ NERVOUSLY APPROACHES MACGREGOR.
CHAVEZ: CAPTAIN MACGREGOR.
MACGREGOR: LIEUTENANT...
CHAVEZ: CHAVEZ SIR, LIEUTENANT FIRST CLASS LUCY CHAVEZ SIR.
MACGREGOR: RIGHT, TOP OF YOUR CLASS AT THE ACADEMY RIGHT?
CHAVEZ: YES SIR. IF I MAY CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: YES LIEUTENANT?
CHAVEZ: I THINK YOU'RE A KICK ASS HOCKEY PLAYER SIR.
MACGREGOR:THANK YOU LIEUTENENT.BETTER GET BACK TO WORK.
CHAVEZ: AYE SIR.
MACGREGOR LOOKS AT STALAR WHO HAS BEEN TINKERING WITH THE TACTICAL CONTROLS.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER?
STALAR: YES SIR.
MACGREGOR: WHO IS IN COMMAND OF THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS?
STALAR: AN ENGINEERING CAPTAIN BY THE NAME OF BURKE.
MACGREGOR: HAS HE BEEN INFORMED OF THE ENTERPRISE'S NEW DEPARTURE TIME?
STALAR: I DO NOT BELIEVE SO SIR.
MACGREGOR: I NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH HIM. LIEUTENANT CHAVEZ.
CHAVEZ: YES SIR?
MACGREGOR: CONTACT THE HARBOUR MASTER, FIND CAPTAIN BURKE. HE'S IN CHARGE OF
OPERATIONS HERE.
CHAVEZ: AYE SIR.
CHAVEZ ACTIVATES HER CONTROL PANEL.
CHAVEZ: HARBOUR MASTER, THIS IS ENTERPRISE, DO YOU READ?
HARBOUR MASTER (V.O): ACKNOWLEDGED ENTERPRISE. WHAT CAN WE DO FOR YOU?
CHAVEZ: CAPTAIN MACGREGOR WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH CAPTAIN BURKE.
HARBOUR MASTER (V.O): I'LL GET HIM. HE'LL BE WITH YOU IN A MINUTE. HARBOUR MASTER
OUT.
CHAVEZ: ACKNOWLEDGED, ENTERPRISE OUT.
CHAVEZ SWIVELS AROUND IN HER CHAIR TO FACE THE CAPTAIN.
CHAVEZ: SIR, CAPTAIN BURKE WILL BE WITH YOU IN A MINUTE.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU LIEUTENANT.
CHAVEZ GOES BACK TO WORK. MOMENTS LATER, THE VIEWSCREEN ACTIVATES. A MAN IN
HIS MID 40'S WITH BALDING HAIR APPEARS. MACGREGOR TURNS TO LOOK AT HIM.
MACGREGOR: CAPTAIN BURKE?
BURKE: THAT'S ME. WHAT'S UP?
MACGREGOR: SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS CAPTAIN, BUT ENTERPRISE NEEDS TO BE
UNDERWAY IN UNDER FORTY EIGHT HOURS.
BURKE: WELL IF THAT'S THE CASE, I HOPE YOU CAN FUNCTION WITH BARELY A SKELETON
CREW.
MACGREGOR: WE'LL DO OUR BEST.
BURKE: ALRIGHT CAPTAIN, SHE'LL BE OUT IN TWO DAYS. BUT WITH JUST THE BARE
NECCESITIES.
MACGREGOR: WELL WE'LL HAVE TO SERIOUSLY STOCK UP ON MEDICAL SUPPLIES.
BURKE: WHAT EXACTLY?
MACGREGOR: THE WHOLE NINE YARDS CAPTAIN. EVERYTHING. LASER SCALPELS,
HYPOSPRAYS...
BURKE: THANK YOU CAPTAIN. PREPARE TO RECEIVE YOUR SUPPLIES WITHIN TWO HOURS.
BURKE OUT.
MACGREGOR: THANKS. ENTERPRISE OUT.
BURKE'S FACE DISAPPEARS FROM THE VIEWSCREEN. MACGREGOR TOUCHES HIS COMM
BADGE.
MACGREGOR: MACGREGOR TO FAWKES.
FAWKES (V.O): FAWKES HERE SIR.
MACGREGOR: ANDY, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT A LITTLE WEAPONS TEST?
CUT TO: FAWKES STANDING IN ONE OF THE ENTERPRISE'S TORPEDO BAYS. IT IS A LONG
AND WIDE ROOM WITH METAL PLATING FOR FLOORBOARDS.
FAWKES: SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
MACGREGOR (V.O): HOW ABOUT THE TACTICAL DRONES?
FAWKES: WORKS FOR ME.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. A VULCAN TACTICAL SHIP EMERGING FROM WARP SPACE. THE
SHIP LOOKS LIKE A VERY SLEEK PAIR OF NEEDLE-NOSED PLIERS.
CUT TO: INT-VULCAN BRIDGE.CAPTION READS: VULCAN TACTICAL VESSEL T'MARA
COMMANDER SAL TURAN IS STANDING AND SCRUTINISING THE VIEWSCREEN.
CAMERA PANS TO SEE WHAT THE COMMANDER IS LOOKING AT. THE SCREEN IS SHOWING
WHAT LOOKS LIKE A BRIGHT ORANGE HURRICANE RIGHT IN THE SHIP'S PATH.
SAL TURAN: ANALYSIS SUB-COMMANDER RAEL?
RAEL: IT APPEARS TO BE A QUANTUM SINGULARITY. ENERGY OUTPUT IS EXTREME.
SAL TURAN: RELAY OUT SENSOR READINGS TO THE HIGH COMMAND.
RAEL: YES COMMANDER. SENSOR READINGS ARE NOW BEING TRANSMITTED.
SAL TURAN: VERY GOOD.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SINGULARITY WIDENS AND BECOMES BRIGHTER. ALSO, MORE
SINGULARITIES BEGIN TO APPEAR.
CUT TO: T'MARA BRIDGE.
SAL TURAN: REPORT.
RAEL: THERE ARE NOW APPROXIMATELY TWENTY SINGULARITIES, AND MORE ARE
APPEARING.
SAL TURAN: CONTINUING TO TRANSMIT?
RAEL: YES. THE HIGH COMM...
THE BRIDGE IS VIOLENTLY ROCKED BACK AND FORTH.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ALIEN SHIPS BEGIN POURING OUT OF THE SINGULARITIES. THE
CLOSEST, AND LARGEST SINGULARITY GROWS EVEN WIDER. THEN, A MASSIVE CRAFT EXITS
THE APERTURE. IT IS BROWN AND COPPER COLOURED WITH YELLOW COLOURED ENERGY
VEINS ALL ALONG IT'S HULL. IT IS ABOUT FORTY KILOMETRES IN LENGTH. WHEN IT HAS
FULLY EXITED, IT IS PURSUED BY EVEN MORE, MUCH SMALLER SHIPS.
CUT TO: T'MARA BRIDGE. SAL TURAN IS TRYING TO STAND UP, BUT SHE IS HAVING
DIFFICULTY DOING SO. THE BRIDGE ITSELF IS TRASHED. SCREENS ARE BLOWN OUT, CREW
MEMBERS ARE LYING DEAD. THE FLOOR IS STAINED WITH GREEN BLOOD. SAL TURAN AND
RAEL ARE THE ONLY TWO ALIVE. FOR SOME REASON HOWEVER, THEY BOTH LOOK VERY
FRIGHTENED.
SAL TURAN: WHAT...WHAT HAPPENED?
RAEL: UNKNOWN.
SAL TURAN: IS THE VIEWSCREEN FUNCTIONAL?
RAEL: I... I CAN'T...
RAEL GRIPS HIS HEAD TIGHT AND SCREAMS IN ANGUISH. SAL TURAN RUSHES OVER BEFORE
HE TOPPLES OVER. SAL TURAN IS BEGINNING TO LOOSE HER HEAD AS WELL. SHE IS
OBVIOUSLY FIGHTING FOR CONTROL OVER HER EMOTIONS, AND LOOSING.
SAL TURAN: SUB COMMANDER!! COMPUTER, ACTIVATE VIEWSCREEN!
THE SCREEN ACTIVATES. THE IMAGE IS QUITE DISTORTED, BUT ONE COULD MAKE IT OUT.
THE SUPER SHIP, 40 KM LONG, IS LOOMING RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE T'MARA. ON THE SUPER
SHIP IS AN APERTURE, WITH A DIAMETER OF ONE KILOMETRE, THAT IS OPENING.
CUT TO: RAEL'S EYES. THEY FLASH OPEN, BUT ARE PITCH BLACK.
RAEL: THE WEAK WILL PERISH.
RAEL'S ARM SHOOTS UP AND GRABS SAL TURAN'S THROAT. SAL TURAN'S SCREAMS ARE
CUT OFF BY THE STRENGTH OF RAEL'S GRASP. SAL TURAN'S EYES BLEED AND HER NECK
SNAPS. RAEL DOESN'T LET GO.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE VULCAN SHIP IS BEING DEVOURED BY THE SUPER-SHIP. AFTER
THE VULCAN VESSEL DISAPPEARS FROM SIGHT, THE SUPER-SHIP AND ALL OF THE SMALL
SHIPS LEAVE THE AREA.
CUT TO: EXT-SAN FRANCISCO, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS, DAY.
CUT TO: INT-STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS. A YOUNG HUMAN MALE, AN ENSIGN IN HIS MID
TWENTIES, IS RUNNING DOWN A CROWDED HALLWAY. HE ENTERS A SMALL WAITING AREA
WHERE A HUMAN FEMALE, RANK: 1ST LIEUTENANT, IS SEATED AT A RECEPTION DESK.
ENSIGN: IS SHE IN?
LIEUTENANT: YES. DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?
ENSIGN: WHAT?
LIEUTENANT: MEETINGS WITH THE ADMIRAL ARE ON AN APPOINTMENT ONLY BASIS.
ENSIGN:(TO HIMSELF) DAMMIT. (OUT LOUD) COULD YOU PLEASE GIVE HER THIS. IT'S
PRIORITY ONE.
THE ENSIGN GIVES THE LIEUTENANT A PADD.
LIEUTENANT: THANK YOU ENSIGN. DISMISSED.
THE ENSIGN LEAVES. THE LIEUTENANT RISES AND ENTERS A LARGE OFFICE. THE OFFICE IS
SPARSELY DECORATED. THERE IS A LARGE WINDOW, THROUGH WHICH ONE CAN SEE THE
GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. THERE IS A LARGE SCREEN AT THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE OFFICE,
ON WHICH IS THE EMBLEM OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS. IN FRONT OF THE
WINDOWS IS A DESK WITH THREE LARGE CHAIRS IN FRONT OF IT, AND ONE BEHIND THE
DESK. THE CHAIR BEHIND THE DESK IS TURNED TOWARDS THE WINDOWS.
LIEUTENANT: ADMIRAL?
THE CHAIR TURNS TO FACE THE LIEUTENANT. SEATED IN THE CHAIR IS
ADMIRAL KATHRYN JANEWAY. SHE IS A CONFIDENT LOOKING WOMAN IN HER MID 60'S. SHE
HAS GREYING HAIR, BUT NOTHING ABOUT HER AGE REMOVES ANY AURA OF POWER AND
RESPECT.
JANEWAY: YES LIEUTENANT?
LIEUTENANT: MESSAGE FROM VULCAN ADMIRAL.
JANEWAY: THANK YOU LIEUTENANT.
JANEWAY TAKES THE PADD AND DISMISSES THE LIEUTENANT. JANEWAY RISES AND GOES
OVER TO A REPLICATOR.
JANEWAY: COFFEE, BLACK.
THE REPLICATOR CREATES THE DRINK AND JANEWAY TAKES IT AND SIPS. SHE BEGINS TO
WALK OVER TO HER DESK WHILE READING THE PADD. SHE LOOKS UP FROM THE PADD.
SHE PUTS THE PADD AND COFFEE ON HE DESK AND TAKES A MOMENT TO GAZE OUT THE
WINDOW. SHE DOES NOT LOOK AT THE CAMPUS, OR BRIDGE, OR CITY. SHE IS LOOKING AT
THE PLANET THEY ARE ALL ON. SHE REGAINS HER COMPOSURE. SHE GOES AND
ACTIVTATES A COMM PANEL ON HER DESK.
JANEWAY: LIEUTENANT BURROWS, GET ME ADMIRAL NICHOLSON.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. SIX SMALL SAUCERS ARE HOVERING IN ORBIT AROUND PLUTO. IN THE
BACKGROUND IS A DEFIANT CLASS STARSHIP.
CUT TO: INT-DEFIANT CLASS BRIDGE. CAPTION APPEARS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN:
"U.S.S VIGILANCE, N.C.C-90874" CAPTAIN JENNIFER DAVIDSON, A WOMAN IN HER LATE 30'S
WITH STRIKING RED HAIR, IS SEATED IN THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR. CAPTAIN MICHAEL
MACGREGOR IS STANDING BESIDE HER. LIEUTENANT ANDREW FAWKES IS STANDING AT A
LARGE WORKSTATION AT THE BACK OF THE ROOM.
DAVIDSON: ALL RIGHT CAPTAIN, WHENEVER YOU'RE READY.
MACGREGOR: THANKS JENN. ANDY, LIGHT EM' UP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SAUCERS POWER UP.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: ARE THE DERALCTS SET UP?
FAWKES: YES SIR. ONE WITH SHIELDS UP, THE OTHER WITHOUT.
MACGREGOR: ALRIGHT ANDY, RELEASE THE HOUNDS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE THREE SAUCERS SPEED TOWARDS A DELALICT STARFLEET
VESSEL.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: MR. FAWKES, ASSIGN THEM ATTACK PATTERN ALPHA.
FAWKES: AYE.
FAWKES ENTERS THE COMMAND.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SAUCERS FORM A SPHERE AROUND THE DERALICT. THE SAUCERS
PROCEED TO LAUNCH A MASSIVE BARRAGE OF PHASER AND QUANTUM TORPEDO FIRE.
THE SAUCERS BACK AWAY AS THEY DO THIS. THE DERALICT FLIES APART IN A SHOWER OF
FIRE.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: NEXT TARGET.
FAWKES ENTERS THE NEW COMMAND.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SAUCERS SPEED AWAY TOWARDS ANOTHER DERALICT SHIP. THE
SAUCERS OPEN FIRE. THIS TIME, THE WEAPONS FIRE HIT THE SHIP'S SHIELDS. THE SAUCERS
MOVE TO THE SHIP'S VENTRAL SIDE. THEY OPEN FIRE AGAIN. THIS TIME HOWEVER, THE
WEAPONS FIRE PUNCHES THROUGH THE SHIELDS AND DESTROYS THE SHIP.
CUT TO: INT-VIGILANCE, BRIDGE. MACGREGOR TURNS TO CAPTAIN DAVIDSON.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU JENN FOR THE USE OF YOUR BRIDGE.
DAVIDSON: ANYTIME MIKE.
MACGREGOR LOOKS TO FAWKES.
MACGREGOR: ALRIGHT ANDY, SEND EM' BACK TO ENTERPRISE.
FAWKES AND HIS TEAM DISCONNECT THE CONSOLE.
FAWKES: ENTERPRISE, LOCK ON TO THE DRONE CONSOLE.
CHAVEZ(V.O): ENTERPRISE HERE. WE HAVE TRASNPORT LOCK CONFIRMED, AWAITING
ORDERS.
FAWKES: ENERGIZE.
THE CONSOLE BEAMS AWAY. AS IT IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEAMING AWAY, FAWKES AND HIS
TEAM LEAVE THE VIGILANCE'S BRIDGE. MACGREGOR BEGINS TO LEAVE AS WELL, BUT IS
STOPPED BY CAPTAIN DAVIDSON.
DAVIDSON: HEY MIKE, LET'S CATCH UP SOMETIME.
MACGREGOR: CAN WE DO IT ON MY SHIP THIS TIME?
DAVIDSON: NO PROBLEM.
MACGREGOR SMILES SLYLY AND ENTERS THE TURBOLIFT.
MACGREGOR: TRASPORTER ROOM.
THE TURBOLIFT DOORS CLOSE. AFTER THEY DO, DAVIDSON LOOKS AT HER SENIOR
OFFICERS, WHO ARE ON THE VERGE OF BURSTING OUT IN LAUGHTER.
DAVIDSON: GET BACK TO WORK.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, TRANSPORTER ROOM. MACGREGOR, FAWKES AND FAWKES'
TEAM MATERIALISE ON THE TRANSPORT PADS.
MACGREGOR: ALRIGHT ANDY, MAKE SURE YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING THAT A STARFLEET
SECURITY FORCE WILL EVER NEED. WE'VE GOT ONLY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS BEFOR WE
LEAVE.
FAWKES: UH, I'M PRETTY SURE I HAVE ALL I'LL NEED.
MACGREGOR QUICKLY TURNS TO FAWKES.
FAWKES: BUT I'LL MAKE SURE.
MACGREGOR BEGINS TO LEAVE THE ROOM.
FAWKES: HEY, JOIN ME FOR A DRINK WHEN YOU'VE GOT SOME TIME?
MACGREGOR: SURE, IF I HAVE THE TIME.
FAWKES: WORKS FOR ME. ALRIGHT GUYS, LET'S GO.
FAWKES AND HIS TEAM LEAVE THE TRANSPORTER ROOM. MACGREGOR IS RIGHT BEHIND
THEM WHEN HE RECIEVES A CALL.
CHAVEZ(V.O): CAPTAIN, ADMIRALS NICHOLSON AND THOMSON ARE ON BOARD, THEY ARE
REQUESTING THAT YOU JOIN THEM IN THE OBSERVATION LOUNGE.
MACGREGOR: ACKNOWLEDGED LIEUTENENT. MACGREGOR OUT.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, BRIDGE. CAPTAIN MACGREGOR ENTERS, UNNOTECED BY ALL,
EXCEPT CHAVEZ. CHAVEZ RISES, BUT MACGREGOR STOPS HER BEFORE SHE CAN SAY,
"CAPTAIN ON THE BRIDGE." MACGREGOR CONTINUES TO MOVE AT A BRISK PACE TOWARD A
PAIR OF TYPICAL SIZED DOORS AT THE REAR OF THE BRIDGE. THE CAPTAIN WALKS
THROUGH THE DOORS. HE ENTERS A SEMI-CIRCULAR ROOM WITH WINDOWS THAT EXTEND
FROM THE FLOOR AT THE OPPOSITE END ALL THE WAY OVER MACGREGOR'S HEAD. DOWN
ONE LEVEL, IS AN OVULAR CONFERENCE TABLE WITH ROOM FOR TEN PEOPLE TO SIT.
SEATED ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE TABLE ARE ADMIRALS THOMSON AND NICHOLSON.
THOMSON: HAVE FUN WITH YOUR HOUNDS CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: I DID INDEED.
NICHOLSON: SORRY TO HAVE TO DO THIS CAPTAIN, BUT WE'RE CHANGING YOUR MISSION
A BIT.
MACGREGOR: YOU'RE KIDDING.
NICHOLSON: I WISH WE WERE.
NICHOLSON TAPS HIS COMM BADGE.
NICHOLSON: TRANSPORTER ROOM, ENERGIZE.