CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR AND JANEWAY ENTER THE ROOM AS WARREN
ENTERS VIA THE TURBOLIFT.
WARREN: CAPTAIN, THE BEST THAT I CAN DO IS FORTY-FIVE MINUTES, MINIMUM.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU COMMANDER, GET ON IT.
WARREN: RIGHT BOSS. (SIGNALS AN ENSIGN) PHILLIPS, I NEED A HAND.
MACGREGOR(TO CHAVEZ): LIEUTENENT, I NEED STARFLEET RESTRICTED AUDIO SIGNAL
00487 ON AUDIO.
JANEWAY: WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
MACGREGOR: THERE IS AN OLD PIRATE SUBSPACE RELAY STATION NEAR THAT SYSTEM THAT
STARFLEET KEEPS IN ORDER FOR THESE TYPES OF EMERGENCIES, I'M TRYING TO ACEESS
ITS PIRATE TRANSMISSION SCANNERS. DO IT LIEUTENENT.
CHAVEZ: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. AN OLER LOOKING, ALIEN, UNMMANED STATION POWERS UP.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE.
CHAVEZ: DONE SIR.
A LOUD SOUND OF STATIC FILLS THE AIR.
CHAVEZ: I'LL CLEAN THAT UP.
CHAVEZ WORKS SOME CONTROLS. THROUGH THE AUDIO CLUTTER, A HUMAN VOICE CAN BE
HEARED.
VOICE: HERE TH...CO... ALL UN... IRE!...
CHAVEZ WORKS FURIOUSLY TO CLEAR THE STATIC. SHE SUCCEEDS. THE VOICE IS THAT OF
ADMIRAL NICHOLSON.
NICHOLSON(V.O): ALL UNITS, OPEN FIRE!!
DEEP CONCERN WASHES OVER JANEWAY'S FACE.
JANEWAY: OH GOD NO.
CUT TO: INT-PERCEPHONIE BRIDGE.THE ROOM SHAKES VIOLENTLY. SPAKS AND SHRAPNAL
FLY AS MONITERS EXPLODE. NICHOLSON IS IN A RAGE.
NICHOLSON: ARE OUR FUCKING SHIELDS UP GODAMMIT?!!!
TACTICAL: YES SIR, THEIR WEAPONS ARE TEARING RIGHT THROUGH THEM!!
NICHOLSON: AND OUR WEAPONS?!
THE ROOM SHAKES HARD AGAIN.
TACTICAL: NO EFFECT!
NICHOLSON LOOKS AT THE VIEWSCREEN. ON IT, A MASSIVE WAVE OF BIO-SHIPS SWARMING
THEIR POSITION. THEY ALL FIRE AT ONCE AND THERE IS A BRIGHT FLASH.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE TOP OF THE PERCEPHONIE'S SAUCER EXPLODES WHEN THE
BARRAGE OF ALIEN FIRE HITS IT. ON THE FEW UNDAMAGED SECTIONS, ESCAPE PODS ARE
BEING LAUNCHED. HOWEVER, ALIEN FIRE IS PICKING OFF THE PODS ONE BY ONE AS THEY
ESCAPE THE FLAMING SHIP. THE BIO-SHIPS LAUNCH ANOTHER WAVE OF FIRE, THIS TIME
AT THE SHIP'S STARDRIVE SECTION. THE U.S.S PERCEPHONIE EXPLODES IN A GLOBE OF
BLUE FLAMES. THE REST OF THE FLEET SUFFERS THE SAME FIREY END.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. EVERYONE CAN HEAR THE SCREAMS OF AGUISH AND
FEAR AND ARE ANGRY AND FRIGHTEND AT THEIR INABILITY TO DO ANYTHING. AND
SUDDENLY, ALL THE VOICES STOP. JANEWAY LOOKS TO MACGREGOR.
JANEWAY: I'M GOING TO CONTACT STARFLEET COMMAND.
MACGREGOR BARELY ACKNOWLEDGES HER AS SHE LEAVES.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE STARSHIP SANTA MARIA HAS SUFFERED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE
ALL OVER, BUT IS CONTINUING THE FIGHT ALONG WITH TWO COBRA CLASS SHIPS, ONE
VIPER CLASS, AND FOUR SERPENT CLASS SHIPS, ALL OF WHOM ARE BADLY DAMAGED. THEY
ARE BEGINNING TO SWARM AROUND THE SUPER SHIP. NONE OF THE SMALLER BIO-SHIPS
ARE FIRING AT THE STARFLEET VESSELS.
CUT TO: INT-SANTA MARIA BRIDGE. MEDICS ARE TREATING THE WOUNDED, OF WHICH
THERE ARE MANY. PANELS ARE BLOWN OUT AND SINGED FROM SMALL FIRES THAT ARE
GOING UNMONITERED. ADMIRAL THOMSON IS STANDING OVER THE OPS WOKSTATION AT THE
FRONT OF THE BRIDGE. HE HAS A DEEP GASH ON HIS HEAD THAT IS BLEEDING DOWN HIS
FACE. HE BEGINS TO WALK BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE BRIDGE.
THOMSON: WHAT'S OUR STATUS?
TACTICAL: HULL BREACHES ON DECKS 39 THROUGH 15 AND 13 THROUGH 4. SHEILDS ARE
AT 84%. OR POWER RESERVES ARE MOSTLY DRAINED AND WE'RE CAPABLE OF DOING JUST
FULL IMPULSE.
THOMSON: ISSUE A GENERAL ORDER, ABANDON SHIP, INSTRUST THE REMAINDER OF THE
TASK FORCE TO DO THE
TACTICAL: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ALL THE SHIPS LAUNCH THEIR ESCAPE PODS AS THEY APPROACH THE
SYSTEM'S STAR. SEVERAL BIO-SHIPS GO AFTER AND START DESTROYNG THE PODS. THEN
ALL THE BIO-SHIPS FLY OFF AND GO TO WARP.
CUT TO: INT-SANTA MARIA BRIDGE. ONLY THOMSON OPS AND TACTICAL REMAIN. THE
CARPETS ARE STAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE WOUNDED. THOMSON LOOKS AT THE
VIEWSCREEN AND IS PERPLEXED BY THE ALIENS' GROUP BEHAVIOUR.
TACTICAL: ADMIRAL, I'M SHOWING A MASSIVE SPIKE IN THE SUPER-SHIP'S POWER
OUTPUT.
THOMSON: ANALYSIS.
TACTICAL: THEY'RE POWERING UP A REALLY REALLY BIG GUN.
THOMSON:(TO HIMSELF)OH SHIT. (OUT LOUD) CONTACT THE OTHERS! TELL EM' TO BUG
OUT!!
TACTICAL: AYE...
SHE IS CUT OFF BY A SUDDEN AND VIOLENT SHAKE OF THE SHIP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SUPER-SHIP HAS FIRED DIRECTLY AT THE STAR'S SURFACE.
THE STAR BEGINS TO COLLAPSE. THE STARFLEET SHIPS BEGIN TO MOVE OFF BUT ARE TOO
SLOW. THE STAR QUICKY IMPLODES, SENDING A TRANSLUCENT ORANGE WALL OF ENERGY
OUTWARDS. THE STARFLEET SHIPS ARE CAUGHT IN THE WAVE AND ARE VAPOURIZED. AFTER
THE WAVE PASSES, ALL THAT IS LEFT OF THE STAR IS A SMOLDERING BLACK CINDER.
THE SUPER BIO-SHIP MOVES AWAY UNSCATHED BY WHAT IT HAS DONE. IT QUICKLY JUMPS
TO WARP, LOOKING FOR THE NEXT TARGET.
ENTERS VIA THE TURBOLIFT.
WARREN: CAPTAIN, THE BEST THAT I CAN DO IS FORTY-FIVE MINUTES, MINIMUM.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU COMMANDER, GET ON IT.
WARREN: RIGHT BOSS. (SIGNALS AN ENSIGN) PHILLIPS, I NEED A HAND.
MACGREGOR(TO CHAVEZ): LIEUTENENT, I NEED STARFLEET RESTRICTED AUDIO SIGNAL
00487 ON AUDIO.
JANEWAY: WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
MACGREGOR: THERE IS AN OLD PIRATE SUBSPACE RELAY STATION NEAR THAT SYSTEM THAT
STARFLEET KEEPS IN ORDER FOR THESE TYPES OF EMERGENCIES, I'M TRYING TO ACEESS
ITS PIRATE TRANSMISSION SCANNERS. DO IT LIEUTENENT.
CHAVEZ: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. AN OLER LOOKING, ALIEN, UNMMANED STATION POWERS UP.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE.
CHAVEZ: DONE SIR.
A LOUD SOUND OF STATIC FILLS THE AIR.
CHAVEZ: I'LL CLEAN THAT UP.
CHAVEZ WORKS SOME CONTROLS. THROUGH THE AUDIO CLUTTER, A HUMAN VOICE CAN BE
HEARED.
VOICE: HERE TH...CO... ALL UN... IRE!...
CHAVEZ WORKS FURIOUSLY TO CLEAR THE STATIC. SHE SUCCEEDS. THE VOICE IS THAT OF
ADMIRAL NICHOLSON.
NICHOLSON(V.O): ALL UNITS, OPEN FIRE!!
DEEP CONCERN WASHES OVER JANEWAY'S FACE.
JANEWAY: OH GOD NO.
CUT TO: INT-PERCEPHONIE BRIDGE.THE ROOM SHAKES VIOLENTLY. SPAKS AND SHRAPNAL
FLY AS MONITERS EXPLODE. NICHOLSON IS IN A RAGE.
NICHOLSON: ARE OUR FUCKING SHIELDS UP GODAMMIT?!!!
TACTICAL: YES SIR, THEIR WEAPONS ARE TEARING RIGHT THROUGH THEM!!
NICHOLSON: AND OUR WEAPONS?!
THE ROOM SHAKES HARD AGAIN.
TACTICAL: NO EFFECT!
NICHOLSON LOOKS AT THE VIEWSCREEN. ON IT, A MASSIVE WAVE OF BIO-SHIPS SWARMING
THEIR POSITION. THEY ALL FIRE AT ONCE AND THERE IS A BRIGHT FLASH.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE TOP OF THE PERCEPHONIE'S SAUCER EXPLODES WHEN THE
BARRAGE OF ALIEN FIRE HITS IT. ON THE FEW UNDAMAGED SECTIONS, ESCAPE PODS ARE
BEING LAUNCHED. HOWEVER, ALIEN FIRE IS PICKING OFF THE PODS ONE BY ONE AS THEY
ESCAPE THE FLAMING SHIP. THE BIO-SHIPS LAUNCH ANOTHER WAVE OF FIRE, THIS TIME
AT THE SHIP'S STARDRIVE SECTION. THE U.S.S PERCEPHONIE EXPLODES IN A GLOBE OF
BLUE FLAMES. THE REST OF THE FLEET SUFFERS THE SAME FIREY END.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. EVERYONE CAN HEAR THE SCREAMS OF AGUISH AND
FEAR AND ARE ANGRY AND FRIGHTEND AT THEIR INABILITY TO DO ANYTHING. AND
SUDDENLY, ALL THE VOICES STOP. JANEWAY LOOKS TO MACGREGOR.
JANEWAY: I'M GOING TO CONTACT STARFLEET COMMAND.
MACGREGOR BARELY ACKNOWLEDGES HER AS SHE LEAVES.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE STARSHIP SANTA MARIA HAS SUFFERED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE
ALL OVER, BUT IS CONTINUING THE FIGHT ALONG WITH TWO COBRA CLASS SHIPS, ONE
VIPER CLASS, AND FOUR SERPENT CLASS SHIPS, ALL OF WHOM ARE BADLY DAMAGED. THEY
ARE BEGINNING TO SWARM AROUND THE SUPER SHIP. NONE OF THE SMALLER BIO-SHIPS
ARE FIRING AT THE STARFLEET VESSELS.
CUT TO: INT-SANTA MARIA BRIDGE. MEDICS ARE TREATING THE WOUNDED, OF WHICH
THERE ARE MANY. PANELS ARE BLOWN OUT AND SINGED FROM SMALL FIRES THAT ARE
GOING UNMONITERED. ADMIRAL THOMSON IS STANDING OVER THE OPS WOKSTATION AT THE
FRONT OF THE BRIDGE. HE HAS A DEEP GASH ON HIS HEAD THAT IS BLEEDING DOWN HIS
FACE. HE BEGINS TO WALK BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE BRIDGE.
THOMSON: WHAT'S OUR STATUS?
TACTICAL: HULL BREACHES ON DECKS 39 THROUGH 15 AND 13 THROUGH 4. SHEILDS ARE
AT 84%. OR POWER RESERVES ARE MOSTLY DRAINED AND WE'RE CAPABLE OF DOING JUST
FULL IMPULSE.
THOMSON: ISSUE A GENERAL ORDER, ABANDON SHIP, INSTRUST THE REMAINDER OF THE
TASK FORCE TO DO THE
TACTICAL: AYE SIR.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ALL THE SHIPS LAUNCH THEIR ESCAPE PODS AS THEY APPROACH THE
SYSTEM'S STAR. SEVERAL BIO-SHIPS GO AFTER AND START DESTROYNG THE PODS. THEN
ALL THE BIO-SHIPS FLY OFF AND GO TO WARP.
CUT TO: INT-SANTA MARIA BRIDGE. ONLY THOMSON OPS AND TACTICAL REMAIN. THE
CARPETS ARE STAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE WOUNDED. THOMSON LOOKS AT THE
VIEWSCREEN AND IS PERPLEXED BY THE ALIENS' GROUP BEHAVIOUR.
TACTICAL: ADMIRAL, I'M SHOWING A MASSIVE SPIKE IN THE SUPER-SHIP'S POWER
OUTPUT.
THOMSON: ANALYSIS.
TACTICAL: THEY'RE POWERING UP A REALLY REALLY BIG GUN.
THOMSON:(TO HIMSELF)OH SHIT. (OUT LOUD) CONTACT THE OTHERS! TELL EM' TO BUG
OUT!!
TACTICAL: AYE...
SHE IS CUT OFF BY A SUDDEN AND VIOLENT SHAKE OF THE SHIP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE SUPER-SHIP HAS FIRED DIRECTLY AT THE STAR'S SURFACE.
THE STAR BEGINS TO COLLAPSE. THE STARFLEET SHIPS BEGIN TO MOVE OFF BUT ARE TOO
SLOW. THE STAR QUICKY IMPLODES, SENDING A TRANSLUCENT ORANGE WALL OF ENERGY
OUTWARDS. THE STARFLEET SHIPS ARE CAUGHT IN THE WAVE AND ARE VAPOURIZED. AFTER
THE WAVE PASSES, ALL THAT IS LEFT OF THE STAR IS A SMOLDERING BLACK CINDER.
THE SUPER BIO-SHIP MOVES AWAY UNSCATHED BY WHAT IT HAS DONE. IT QUICKLY JUMPS
TO WARP, LOOKING FOR THE NEXT TARGET.