CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE SICKBAY. ALL THE BEDS ARE FULL. PEOPLE ARE EVEN BEING

TREATED ON THE FLOOR. THERE ARE TWO VULCANS IN THE ROOM ALSO. THEY ARE

THRASHING AROUND WILDLY TRYING TO CAUSE DAMAGE BECAUSE THEY HAVE LOST ALL

EMOTIONAL CONTROL. THEY ARE HOWEVER, RESTRAINED TO THE BEDS THEY ARE LYING

ON. STALAR MATERIELISES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT IN FRONT OF PROUSE. SHE BENDS DOWN

AND SCANS HIM WITH A TRICORDER.

PROUSE: SAME AS THE OTHERS. RESTRAIN HIM TO A BED, WE'LL PERFORM TESTS LATER.

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, SICKBAY. MACGREGOR AND JANEWAY ENTER.

MACGREGOR: HOW'S EVERYTHING DOC?

PROUSE: NOT TOO GOOD CAPTAIN. LOTS OF WOUNDED, SO MANY THAT ALL THE

SICKBAYS ARE FILLED BEYOND CAPACITY. NINE PEOPLE HAVE DIED SO FAR.

MACGREGOR SULKS HIS HEAD AND QUIETLY CURSES. HE LIFTS HIS HEAD BACK UP AND

STARES AT PROUSE.

MACGREGOR: CAN I LEAVE THE ADMIRAL WITH YOU?

PROUSE: YEAH, BUT SHE'LL HAVE TO WAIT A LITTLE WHILE BEFORE I CAN TREAT HER.

JANEWAY: DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO DOCTOR, I'M PATIENT.

A PAIR OF ORDERLIES TAKE JANEWAY TO A N EMPTY PART OF THE FLOOR AND GIVE HER A

BLANKET. MACGREGOR LEAVES THE ROOM.

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, HALLWAY. MACGREGOR IS WAKLING AT A VERY BRISK PACE. HE

TAPS HIS COMM BADGE.

MACGREGOR: MACGREGOR TO THE BRIDGE, MR.FAWKES, GET A GUN WE'RE GOING

HUNTING.

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, ENGINEERING. COMMANDER WARREN IS MOVING AROUND THE

ROOM, WORKING AT DIFFERENT STATIONS AT A VERY QUICK RATE TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH

THE REPAIR ORDERS. AT ONE POINT, HE STOPS TO HELP ANOTHER ENGINEER WITH HER

PROBLEM WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT AGAIN. NOW, ONE CAN ONLY SEE THE ROOM WHEN

THE ALERT LIGHTS LIGHT UP THE DARKNESS, OR WHEN THE CORE PULSES WITH A NEON,

PURPLE GLOW. WARREN AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM DRAW THEIR WEAPONS.

WARREN MOVES CAUTIOUSLY TO THE WALL AND ACTIVATES A PANEL. THE WALL OPENS UP.

INSIDE THE SMALL ALCOVE IS A TYPE II PHASER, A COMPRESSION RIFLE, A TRICORDER AND

A NIGHT VISION MONOCLE. WARREN REMOVES THE MONOCLE AND THE COMPRESSION

RIFLE. HE PUTS THE MONOCLE ON AND ACTIVATES IT.

CUT TO: FIRST PERSON VIEW THROUGH WARREN'S EYES. IT IS A VERY SHARP, GREEN

RENDERING OF ENGINEERING.

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE, ENGINERRING. EVERYONE GETS A NIGHT VISION MONOCLE AND

COMPRESSION RIFLE. SUDDENLY THERE IS LOUD, METALLIC SCREECH AND A GARGLED

SCREAM FROM ONE OF THE LEVELS ABOVE.

CUT TO: FIRST PERSON, THROUGH WARREN'S EYES. THERE IS A RED SHAPE THAT SEEMS

TO BE FALLING TOWARDS HIM. AS IT GETS CLOSER, ONE CAN SEE THAT IT IS A HUMAN

CORPSE. THE BODY CRASHES DOWN IN FRONT OF WARREN, SPRAYING HIM AND ANYONE

NEAR HIM WITH BLOOD. AFTER ABOUT TEN SECONDS OF SILENCE, THE WARP CORE SHUTS

DOWN. WARREN LOOKS UP AND SEES A DARK SHAPE WORKING AT A CONTROL PANEL. HE

TURNS TO THE PEOPLE NEAREST TO HIM.

WARREN(WHISPERING): PEOPLE, ON THE THIRD LEVEL UP AT WORKSTATION THIRTEEN.

EVERYONE LOOKS UP.

WARREN(WHISPERING): SHOOT TO KILL.

THEY ALL TAKE AIM.

WARREN: FIRE!!!

A BARRAGE OF WEAPONS FIRE LIGHTS UP THE ROOM. LIKE LIGHTNING, EVERYONE CAN SEE

CLEARLY FOR A SPLIT SECOND. DURING THAT TIME, THEY SEE THE INTRUDER. IT LEAPS ON

TO A HIGHER LEVEL UP, AND EVRYONE KEEPS FIREING. IT SLAMS THROUGH A BULKHEAD

AND DISAPPEARS. THE SHOOTING STOPS. WARREN TAPS HIS COMM BADGE.

WARREN: WARREN TO MACGREGOR.

MACGREGOR(V.O): GO AHEAD COMMANDER.

WARREN: SIR, THE INTRUDER WAS JUST IN ENGINEERING. IT KILLED ONE OF MY STAFF AND

SHUT DOWN THE CORE.

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE CORRIDOR. MACGREGOR IS STRIDING DOWN THE HALL WITH

FAWKES AND A SECURITY TEAM OF ABOUT A DOZEN MEN AND WOMEN.

MACGREGOR: IS IT STILL THERE?

WARREN(V.O): NO SIR, IT TORE THROUH A BULKHEAD ON THE STARBOARD SIDE. SIR, I

THINK ITS TRYING TO MAKE ITS WAY TO THE NACELLE.

MACGREGOR: THANK YOU COMMANDER, MACGREGOR OUT. ALRIGHT LAIDIES AND GERMS,

LIEUTENENT FAWKES AND MYSELF ARE GOIN' OUTSIDE, THE REST OF YOU, GO TO THE

STARBOARD ACCESS SHUTE TRY TO HEAD IT OFF. MOVE!

SECURITY CREWMAN: SIR, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, WHY ARE YOU GOING OUT.

AT THAT MOMENT, THE SHIP SHUDDERS SLIGHTLY. MACGREGOR TURNS TO LOOK AT THE

CREWMAN.

MACGREGOR: BECAUSE IT IS NOW OUTSIDE. WE'RE GOING TO FORCE IT INTO A CONFINED

AREA WHERE YOU ARE GOING TO NEUTRALIZE IT.

CREWMAN: AYE SIR.

MACGREGOR: MOVE!

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE AIRLOCK. MACGREGOR AND FAWKES HAVE MOSTLY GEARED UP

FOR THE VACCUM OF SPACE. THE SUITS ARE SILVER COLOURED WITH BLUE STATUS

READOUTS ON THE WRISTS. THE MEN HAVE YET TO DON THEIR HELMETS HOWEVER. THEY

HAVE EQUIPPED THEMSELVES WITH ONE TRICORDER EACH, TWO TYPE II PHASERS EACH

AND THEY ARE IN THE PROCESS OF CHARGING THEIR COMPRESSION RIFLES. AFTER SOME

LAST MINUTE CHECKS, THEY PUT ON THEIR HELMETS. THEY ARE MOSTLY TRANSPARENT

EXCEPT FOR SOME ATMOSPHERIC RECYCLING GEAR ON THE BACKS. AFTER THAT IS DONE,

THEY PICK UP THEIR RIFLES.

MACGREGOR: WELL ANDY, LET'S GO HUNTING.

CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ON THE ENTERPRISE'S ENGINEERING HULL. MACGREGOR AND FAWKES

STEP ON TO THE HULL RIGHT IN FRONT OF A SHUTTLE BAY. THEY BEGIN MOVING TOWARDS

THE STARBOARD NACELLE.

FAWKES: LAST ONE TO BAG IT BUYS THE WHOLE BRIDGE CREW DRINKS.

CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE SICKBAY. MOST OF THE WOUNDED HAVE BEEN TREATED. THE

MOST MINOR INJURIES ARE BEING LOOKED AT BY TROUSE'S STAFF. THE DOCTOR HERSELF

IS SITTING AT HER DESK IN HER OFFICE. THE ROOM IS A MODERATELY LARGE SPACE, NOT

YET DECORATED. IT IS DOMINATED BY A LARGE DESK WITH TWO CONSOLES ON IT. BEHIND

THE DOCTOR ARE THREE BIO-STATUS DISPLAYS. TROUSE IS WORKING AT ONE OF THE

CONSOLES ON HER DESK. SHE RUBS HER EYES AND YAWNS. SHE LIES BACK IN HER CHAIR

AND CLOSES ON HER EYES. CAMERA SLOWLY ZOOMS IN ON HER EYES. TROUSE'S EYES

HAVE BEEN FLUTTERING EVER SINCE SHE CLOSED THEM. THE SOUND OF DISTANT

WEAPONS FIRE CAN BE HEARED. THE DOCTOR'S BREATING SPEEDS UP. THE WEAPONS GET

LOUDER AND LOUDER. UPON THE SOUND OF A MASSIVE EXPLOSION TROUSE OPENS HER

EYES. THE CAMERA QUICKLY PANS BACK TO SHOW HER SITTING ON THE SAUCER OF THE

ENTERPRISE IN THE MIDDLE OF A HUGE BATTLE. FEDERATION, KLINGON AND ROMULAN

SHIPS ARE ALL FIRING AT A COMMON TARGET, ONE THAT SHE CANNOT YET SEE. FIREY BLUE

WEAPONS FIRE SHOOTS OUT FROM BEHIND HER. THE BLASTS PENETRATE THE SHEILD ON

MOST OF THE FRONTLINE FEDERATION, KLINGON AND ROMULAN SHIPS CAUSING SERIOUS

DAMAGE. THE SOURCE OF THE SHOTS BECOME CLEAR AS THEY BEGIN TO CLOSELY

ENGAGE THE ALPHA QUADRENT SHIPS. THEY ARE COMING FROM ALIEN BIO-SHIPS,

THOUSANDS OF THEM. THE ENTERPRISE MOVES TO AVOID ONE WHILE CHASING ANOTHER.

A PLANET CAN BE SEEN IN THE DISTANCE, EARTH. THE ENTERPRISE TAKES ANOTHER HIT

TEARING THE SAUCER APART AND SENDING THE SHIP ADRIFT. THERE IS A SUDDEN FLASH OF

BLINDING LIGHT FROM THE SUN. THE STAR GOES DARK QUICKLY. THEN ALL THE BIO-SHIPS

SPEED AWAY. THERE IS A BRIGHT TRANSLUCIANT ORANGE SPHERE EXPANDING TOWARDS THE FLEET AND PLANET. SOME SHIPS WARP AWAY BUT MOST ARE ADRIFT, ALONG WITH THE

ENTERPRISE. TROUSE SEES THAT THE SHIP ISN'T MOVING AND YELLS SOMETHING THAT IS

INAUDIBLE. SHE TRIES AGAIN WITH BETTER RESULTS.

TROUSE: MOOOVVVEEE!!!!!!!

NOTHING HAPPENS. THE ENTERPRISE BEGINS TO LAUNCH ESCAPE PODS. EARTH IS

ENGULFED BY THE ENERGY SPHERE. IT FLIES APART IN A HAISE OF FIREY DUST. SO DOES

THE FLEET. ENTERPRISE IS THE LAST TO GO. THE BLAST HITS TROUSE AS SHE IS

SCREAMING;

TROUSE: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

CUT TO INT-ENTERPRISE SICKBAY OFFICE, VIEWING TROUSE OVERHEAD AS OTHER

DOCTORS, NURSES AND ORDERLIES ARE TRYING TO WAKE HER UP.

CUT TO-EXT ENTERPRISE, STARBOARD NACELLE. MACGREGOR AND FAWKES ARE STARING

UP THE PYLON AT THE NACELLE. FROM THEIR PERSPECTIVE IT IS MASSIVE AND THEY BOTH

WHOLE HEARTEDLY APPRICIATE ITS SIZE. BUT THEY BEGIN SWEEPING IT WITH THEIR EYES.

MACGREGOR(TO HIMSELF): ALRIGHT, IF I WERE AN ALIEN SUPER BEING FROM ANOTHER

DIMENTION WITH THE INTELLECT OF EVERY VULCAN THAT HAS EVER LIVED SINCE THE

BEGINNING OF TIME, WHERE WOULD I BE?

FAWKES HAS OVERHEARD THE CAPTAIN'S LITTLE SPEECH.

FAWKES: THE BUSSARD RAMSCOOP. IF I WERE IN ITS PLACE, I'D TRY TO DISRUPT THE

FLOW OF HYDROGEN INTO THE NACELLE HOPING THAT IT WOULD OVERLOAD.

MACGREGOR: MAKES GOOD SENSE.

CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. MACGREGOR AND FAWKES ARE ABOUT 3/4 THE WAY UP THE PYLON

AND NEARLY VERTICAL.

MACGREGOR: TIERD YET ANDY?

FAWKES: YEAH, AS A MATTER OF FACT I AM. DAMN, I NEED A SHOWER.

AT THAT MOMENT, THE TWO GUYS ARE POUNCED UPON BY THE ALIEN, IT HAD BEEN RIGHT

ABOVE THEM THE WHOLE TIME. THE TWO MEN ARE THROWN DOWN THE PYLON ABOUT

TWENTY FEET. THE ALIEN AIMS ITSELF TO POUNCE AGAIN. MACGREGOR AND FAWKES TAKE

AIM WITH THEIR RIFLES, BUT ARE TOO LATE. THE ALIEN HAS LEVELED MACGREGOR SO FAST

THAT FAWKES COULDN'T SHOOT IT IN MID FLIGHT. MACGREGOR WRESTLES WITH THE ALIEN

FOR A BREIF WHILE AND WINS BY USING THE LACK OF GRAVITY TO THROW IT CLEAR OF HIM.

THE ALIEN GLIDES DOWN THE HULL AND USING ITS CLAWS, STOPS ITSELF. IT PREPARES FOR

A FINAL ATTEMPT. MACGREGOR AND FAWKES RAISE THEIR RIFLES AND FIRE. THE ALIEN

TAKES MOST OF THE SHOTS IN THE CHEAST AND A FEW IN THE HEAD. IT FLIES BACK AND

SCAMPERS UP THE PYLON AT BREAK NECK SPEED AND DISAPPEARS ON THE OTHER SIDE

OF THE PYLON. MACGREGOR NOTICES WHERE IT HAS GONE AND ACTIVATES A COMM LINE.

MACGREGOR: MACGREGOR TO BRIDGE.

CHAVEZ(V.O): CHAVEZ HERE SIR.

MACGREGOR: LIEUTENENT, ARE THE IMPULSE ENGINES WORKING YET?

CHAVEZ(V.O): YES SIR, FULLY CHARGED.

MACGREGOR: ON MY WORD, GO TO FULL IMPULSE POWER. UNDERSTOOD?

CHAVEZ(V.O): AYE SIR.

MACGREGOR'S EYES HAVE NEVER LEFT THE PYLON. HE CONTINUES TO WATCH UNTIL HE

SEES THE ALIEN MOVING.

CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE ALIEN HAS NEARLY HEALED ITSELF. IT REACHES AROUND AND

SEES MACGREGOR AND FAWKES.

CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. FAWKES AND MACGREGOR ARE LYING DOWN ON THE HULL. THEY

EACH PRESS A CONTROL ON THEIR WRISTS AND THEN THE SUITS COVER THEM WITH

ARMOURED PLATING THAT FASTENS THEM TO THE HULL. THEIR VISORS ALSO BECOME

OPAQUE.

MACGREGOR: NOW LIEUTENENT!!

AS THE ALIEN BEGINS TO MOVE, THE IMPUSE ENGINE THAT IS ON THE AFT FACING SIDE OF

THE PYLON ACTIVATES INSTANTLY VAPOURIZING THE ALIEN.

CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, CLOSE ON MACGREGOR AND FAWKES.

MACGREGOR: BRIDGE, LOCK ON TO OUR SIGNALS AND BEAM US INSIDE.

A FEW SECONDS LATER, THE TWO MEN DEMATERIELIZE.