CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE ENTERPRISE GLIDES PAST ON IMPULSE. IT IS FOLLOWED BY
ONE SOVREIGN CLASS SHIP AND TWO WARBIRDS DECLOAK ON EITHER OF THE ENTERPRISE'S
SIDES.
MACGREGOR (V.O): CAPTAIN'S LOG, SUPPLEMENTAL. THE REPAIRS TO THE ENTERPRISE
ARE PROCEEDING MORE RAPIDLY AND SMOOTHLY WITH THE ARRIVAL AND ASSISTANCE OF
TWO ROMULAN WARBIRDS AND THE STASHIP JOHNATHAN ARCHER, WHICH ADMIRAL JANEWAY
IS PREPARING TO TAKE COMMAND OF. THE CREW HAS A NEW RESOLVE THAT I HAVEN'T
SEEN SINCE MY DAYS ON VOYAGER. AND LIKE A THOUSAND OTHER COMMANDERS ON A
THOUSAND OTHER BATTLEFIELDS, I TOO WAIT FOR THE DAWN.
CUT TO: MACGREGOR AND JANEWAY WALKING DOWN A CORRIDOR. A LINE OF SECURITY
OFFICERS PASS THEM AND MACGREGOR SAYS A FEW WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT TO THEM
BEFORE RETURNING TO TALK WITH JANEWAY.
JANEWAY: HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU WHAT A FINE COMMANDING OFFICER YOU ARE CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU ADMIRAL. I LEARNED FROM THE BEST.
JANEWAY: WHAT FLEET WILL THE ENTERPRISE LEAD?
MACGREGOR: THIRTEENTH.
JANEWAY: LUCKY YOU.
MACGREGOR: I DON'T BELIVE IN LUCK. I BELIVE IN ABILITY, FAITH, AND, SIMPLY
PUT, JUST WANTING IT MORE.
JANEWAY: FAITH IN WHAT?
MACGREGOR: FAITH IN ONE'S CREW, FAITH IN ONE'S SHIP. BUT MOSTLY, FAITH IN
ONE'S ORIGINS.
JANEWAY: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
MACGREGOR:IN OUR CASE, IN ONE'S HUMANITY, OUR UNCANNY ABILITY TO RESIST.
MACGREGOR AND JANEWAY ENTER A TRANSPORTER ROOM. JANEWAY STEPS ON TO THE PAD.
JANEWAY: WELL, I STILL DON'T GET IT. BUT I HOPE IT WORKS FOR YOU.
MACGREGOR: HOW ABOUT FAITH IN HOPE.
JANEWAY: I THINK I GET IT.
MACGREGOR: I HOPE SO.
MACGREGOR TURNS TO THE TRANSPORT OPERATOR.
MACGREGOR: ENERGIZE.
JANEWAY BEAMS AWAY. MACGREGOR LEAVES.
CUT TO: INT-SICKBAY. FIVE OF THE FIFTEEN BIO-BEDS ARE OCCUPIED BY COMATOSE
PATIENTS, INCLUDING DR.TROUSE. MACGREGOR ENTERS. HE SPOTS TROUSE AND WALKS
BRISKLY TOWARDS HER BUT HE NEARLY RUNS INTO A WOMAN IN A DOCTOR'S UNIFORM WITH
HER RED HAIR DONE TIGHT IN A BUN.
MACGREGOR: ARE YOU THE E.M.H?
E.M.H: I AM.
MACGREGOR: HOW'S DY... DR.TROUSE?
THE E.M.H WALKS OVER TO TROUSE.
E.M.H: NO CHANGE SIR.
MACGREGOR LOOKS AT TROUSE MOUNINGLY.
MACGREGOR: MY I HAVE A MOMENT ALONE PLEASE DOCTOR?
E.M.H: BY ALL MEANS. AND THANK YOU FOR REFERRING TO ME AS "DOCTOR". YOU'RE THE
ONLY PERSON WHO DOESN'T TREAT ME LIKE A TRICORDER.
MACGREGOR: PLEASE?
E.M.H: OF COURSE.
SHE LEAVES HIM WITH TROUSE. MACGREGOR LEANS IN AND TAKES HER HAND.
MACGREGOR: GOD I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO TELL ME HOW THE HELL I'M GONNA PULL
THIS STUNT OFF. YOU ALWAYS KNEW THE RIGHT WORDS, PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU
LITERALLY KNEW MY EVERY THOUGHT. DYA, I MAKE THIS PLEDGE TO YOU AND THE REST
OF THE ALPHA QUADRENT; I SWEAR ON MY LIFE, WE WILL WIN.
CUT TO-INT ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR ENTERS VIA TURBOLIFT. THE ALERT LIGHTS
ARE STILL FLASHING BUT THE NORMAL WORKING LIGHTS HAVE BEEN RESTORED. SOME
BULKHEAD HAVE BEEN CHARRED FROM FIRES. MOST OF THE MONITERS IN THE ROOM ARE ON
LINE BUT SOME ARE STILL SMASHED OR FLICKERING OR DARK. MACGREGOR WALKS TO HIS
SEAT AND STANDS IN FRONT OF IT AND LOOKS TO FAWKES WHO IS WORKING WITH AN
ENSIGN AT THE TACTICAL DRONE CONTROL STATION.
MACGREGOR: LIEUTENENT FAWKES, WHAT'S OUR REPAIR STATUS.
FAWKES: WELL, EXCEPT FOR WARP ENGINES, ALL MAIN SYSTEMS ARE BACK ON LINE, AND
ALL HULL BREACHES HAVE BEEN TEMPOARALY SEALED.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU LIEUTENENT.
MACGREGOR SITS IN HIS SEAT. MACGREGOR PRESSES A BUTTON ON HIS ARMREST.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER WARREN, HOW'S EVERYTHING ON YOUR END?
WARREN(V.O): TERRIFIC BOSS. WE'RE ABOUT TO BRING THE WARP DRIVE BACK ONLINE.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE ENGINERRING. ON ONE OF THE UPPER LEVELS, CREWMEN ARE
REPAIRING THE HOLE THE ALIEN MADE. MANY SPARKS ARE FLYING OFF THEIR WORK. ON
THE MAIN LEVEL, WARREN IS STANDING AT A WORKSTATION DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE
CORE. THERE ARE ENGINEERING OFFICERS FLANKING HIM AS WELL. WARREN LOOKS TO THE
YOUNG FEMALE ENSIGN TO HIS RIGHT.
WARREN: ENSIGN, BRING THE ANTI-MATTER INJECTORS ONLINE ON MY MARK.
ENSIGN: AYE SIR.
WARREN LOOKS TO THE YOUNG VULCAN MALE ENSIGN TO HIS LEFT.
WARREN: AND I WANT YOU TO BRING THE DEUTIRIUM INJECTORS ONLINE ON MY COMMAND.
ENSIGN: AYE.
WARREN: ALRIGHT CAPTAIN, I'M RE-INITIALIZING THE CORE AS WE SPEAK.
MACGREGOR(V.O): THANK YOU, KEEP ME ABREST.
WARREN: WILL DO. ALRIGHT, CORE HAS BEEN RE-INITIALIZED, ENSIGNS, MARK.
BOTH ENSIGNS ACTIVATE SEVERAL CONTROLS ON THEIR STATIONS.
ENSIGN(MALE): COMMENCING DEUTIRIUM INJECTION.
ENSIGN(FEMALE): COMMENCING ANTI-MATTER INJECTION.
WARREN: CORE'S STABLE. MATERIEL PULSES SHOULD HIT DILYTHIUM...
AT THAT MOMENT, THE CORE BEGINS TO FUNCTION AS IT NORMALLY SHOULD.
WARREN:...NOW.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIGE. MACGREGOR SMILES.
MACGREGOR: GOOD WORK DAMIAN.
WARREN(V.O): THANKS BOSS.
THE VIEWSCREEN ACTIVATES AND JANEWAY'S FACE APPEARS. THE IMAGE AND AUDIO IS
SLIGHTLY DISTORTED.
JANEWAY: I TAKE IT YOU'RE READY TO GO NOW?
MACGREGOR: CERTAINLY AM ADMIRAL.
JANEWAY: GOOD.
CUT TO: INT-U.S.S JOHNATHAN ARCHER, BRIDGE, A TYPICAL SOVREIGN CLASS BRIGE
STRUCTURE. JANEWAY IS STANDING IN FRONT OF THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR, THE FLANKING
CHAIRS ARE EMPTY. SHE ACTIVATES A CONTROL ON THE ARM OF HER CHAIR.
JANEWAY: JANEWAY TO ALL HANDS,
SHE LOOKS TO THE TACTICAL OFFICER.
JANEWAY: OPEN A CHANNEL TO THE ROMULANS AND KLINGONS.
THE TACTICAL OFFICER WORKS HIS CONTROLS.
TACTICAL OFFICER: CHANNEL OPEN ADMIRAL.
JANEWAY: AND TO OUR ALLYS.
THE FOLLOWING SPEECH IS JUXAPOSED WITH IMAGES OF THE FEDERATION CREWS OF THE
ENTERPRISE, JOHNATHAN ARCHER AND THE BRIGES ON THE ROMULAN AND KLINGON
VESSELS.
JANEWAY: IN A FEW HOURS, WE WILL BECOME ENGAGED IN THE LARGEST BATTLE IN THE
HISTORY OF OUR CONJOINED EMPIRES. THE OUTCOME OF THIS EVENT WILL EITHER SECURE
A PROSPEROUS FUTURE, OR TOTAL ANNIHILATION OF EVERY SINGLE HUMAN, VULCAN,
KLINGON, ROMULAN, BOLIAN, FERENGI, THOLIAN, EVERYONE. THIS IS A CONFLICT THAT
WE CANNOT, NOR WILL NOT LOSE.
CUT TO: INT-JONATHAN ARCHER, JANEWAY SITS IN HER SEAT.
JANEWAY: WE'RE GOING TO WAR.
SHE LOOKS TO HER TACTICAL OFFICER.
JANEWAY: CLOSE THE CHANNEL TO THE OTHER VESSELS.
SHE PUSHES A BUTTON ON HER ARMREST.
JANEWAY: RED ALERT, ALL HANDS...
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE. MACGREGOR IS SITTING IN HIS SEAT. THE ALERT KLAXONS
SOUND OFF AGAIN.
MACGREGOR: BATTLE STATIONS.
CUT TO: INT-KLINGON BRIDGE. THERE ARE KLINGON WARRIORS MOVING ABOUT, SLAPPING
EACH OTHER ON THE BACKS. THE CAPTAIN IS IN HIS SEAT AND THE KLINGON CHANCELLOR
IS ON A LARGER SEAT ABOVE THE CAPTAIN. THE ATMOSPHERE INSIDE THIS ROOM IS ONE
OF EAGER ANTICIPATION AND JOYOUS REVELRY.
DUR'PEK: HELM! SET COURSE FOR SECTOR 001!
CUT TO: INT-ROMULAN WARBIRD BRIDGE. THE COMMANDER IS PACING BEHIND THE HELM.
THE ATMOSPHERE IN THE ROOM IS ONE OF COLD, CALCUATING BUSINESS.
ROMULAN COMMANDER: MAXIMUM WARP HELM, EN...
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS STILL SITTING IN HIS SEAT.
MACGREGOR: ...GAGE.
CUT TO: CHAVEZ WORKING THE CONTROLS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ALL OF THE SHIPS MOVE OFF. THEIR WARP ENGINES POWER UP AND
THEY FLY OFF INTO WARP SPEED, CROSSING THE THRESHOLD AT VARYING TIMES.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE SICKBAY, LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN AT TROUSE. ECHOS OF
JANEWAY'S SPEECH CAN BE HEARED AS WELL AS THE LAST FEW THINGS MACGREGOR SAID
TO HER. AS THIS THESE VOICES ARE HEARED, THE CAMERA GETS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO
HER EYES. THE CAMERA MOVES FORWARD SUDDENLY AND QUCKLY INTO HER HEAD. VOICES
OF VARIOUS PEOPLE SAYING MANY MANY DIFFERENT THINGS AT ONCE CAN BE HEARD. THE
VOICES NEVER CEASE AS THEY GET LOUDER AND LOUDER. THE CAMERA MOVES QUICKLY
THROUGH HER BRAINS AND FLIES OUT, THROUGH HER SKULL, THROUGH THE BULKHEADS OUT
INTO SPACE. BY NOW THE VOICES ARE SCREAMING. THE CAMERA FLIES THOUGH WARP
SPACE. AFTER ABOUT FIVE SECONDS, THE CAMERA ENTERS THE ALIEN FLEET. THE VOICES
CALM DOWN AND USELESS INFORMATION IS BEING REPLACED BY INFORMATION ABOUT
SHEILD MODULATIONS, WEAPONS STATUS, CREW COMPIMENTS, SHIP CLASSES. ALL THIS IS
HEARED THROUGH HUMANS, KLINGON, FERENGI, ROMULAN ETC... VOICES. THE CAMERA
MOVES INTO THE SUPER-SHIP. THE VOICES BECOME MORE ORDERED AND CALM. THE CAMERA
MOVES THROUGH THE SHIP SO FAST ONE CANNOT REALLY SEE ITS INTERNAL STRUCTURE.
THE VOICES MELD INTO ONE, CALM, ALIEN VOICE THAT ONE CANNOT TELL IF IT IS MALE
OR FEMALE. THE CAMERA ENTERS A LARGE STRUCTURE INSIDE OF WHICH ARE A SERIES OF
TENDRILS THAT ARE PULSATING WITH ENERGY. THE TENDRILS ARE ATTACHED TO A
MASSIVE ALIEN BEING. THE ALIEN VOICE FADES. THE LIGHING IN THE CHAMBER IS
POOR. ONE CANNOT REALLY SEE THE ALIEN BEING, ONLY ITS SIZE IS DEFINITIVE. THE
CAMERA CLOSES IN ON THE BEING'S FACE. ITS EYES FLSH OPEN. THEY ARE A VIVID,
ORANGE COLOUR THAT SILHOUETTES THE BEING'S ODDLY SHAPED PUPILS. THE ALIEN
VOICE IS HEARED AGAIN.
ALIEN: THE WEAK WILL PERISH.
ONE SOVREIGN CLASS SHIP AND TWO WARBIRDS DECLOAK ON EITHER OF THE ENTERPRISE'S
SIDES.
MACGREGOR (V.O): CAPTAIN'S LOG, SUPPLEMENTAL. THE REPAIRS TO THE ENTERPRISE
ARE PROCEEDING MORE RAPIDLY AND SMOOTHLY WITH THE ARRIVAL AND ASSISTANCE OF
TWO ROMULAN WARBIRDS AND THE STASHIP JOHNATHAN ARCHER, WHICH ADMIRAL JANEWAY
IS PREPARING TO TAKE COMMAND OF. THE CREW HAS A NEW RESOLVE THAT I HAVEN'T
SEEN SINCE MY DAYS ON VOYAGER. AND LIKE A THOUSAND OTHER COMMANDERS ON A
THOUSAND OTHER BATTLEFIELDS, I TOO WAIT FOR THE DAWN.
CUT TO: MACGREGOR AND JANEWAY WALKING DOWN A CORRIDOR. A LINE OF SECURITY
OFFICERS PASS THEM AND MACGREGOR SAYS A FEW WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT TO THEM
BEFORE RETURNING TO TALK WITH JANEWAY.
JANEWAY: HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU WHAT A FINE COMMANDING OFFICER YOU ARE CAPTAIN?
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU ADMIRAL. I LEARNED FROM THE BEST.
JANEWAY: WHAT FLEET WILL THE ENTERPRISE LEAD?
MACGREGOR: THIRTEENTH.
JANEWAY: LUCKY YOU.
MACGREGOR: I DON'T BELIVE IN LUCK. I BELIVE IN ABILITY, FAITH, AND, SIMPLY
PUT, JUST WANTING IT MORE.
JANEWAY: FAITH IN WHAT?
MACGREGOR: FAITH IN ONE'S CREW, FAITH IN ONE'S SHIP. BUT MOSTLY, FAITH IN
ONE'S ORIGINS.
JANEWAY: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
MACGREGOR:IN OUR CASE, IN ONE'S HUMANITY, OUR UNCANNY ABILITY TO RESIST.
MACGREGOR AND JANEWAY ENTER A TRANSPORTER ROOM. JANEWAY STEPS ON TO THE PAD.
JANEWAY: WELL, I STILL DON'T GET IT. BUT I HOPE IT WORKS FOR YOU.
MACGREGOR: HOW ABOUT FAITH IN HOPE.
JANEWAY: I THINK I GET IT.
MACGREGOR: I HOPE SO.
MACGREGOR TURNS TO THE TRANSPORT OPERATOR.
MACGREGOR: ENERGIZE.
JANEWAY BEAMS AWAY. MACGREGOR LEAVES.
CUT TO: INT-SICKBAY. FIVE OF THE FIFTEEN BIO-BEDS ARE OCCUPIED BY COMATOSE
PATIENTS, INCLUDING DR.TROUSE. MACGREGOR ENTERS. HE SPOTS TROUSE AND WALKS
BRISKLY TOWARDS HER BUT HE NEARLY RUNS INTO A WOMAN IN A DOCTOR'S UNIFORM WITH
HER RED HAIR DONE TIGHT IN A BUN.
MACGREGOR: ARE YOU THE E.M.H?
E.M.H: I AM.
MACGREGOR: HOW'S DY... DR.TROUSE?
THE E.M.H WALKS OVER TO TROUSE.
E.M.H: NO CHANGE SIR.
MACGREGOR LOOKS AT TROUSE MOUNINGLY.
MACGREGOR: MY I HAVE A MOMENT ALONE PLEASE DOCTOR?
E.M.H: BY ALL MEANS. AND THANK YOU FOR REFERRING TO ME AS "DOCTOR". YOU'RE THE
ONLY PERSON WHO DOESN'T TREAT ME LIKE A TRICORDER.
MACGREGOR: PLEASE?
E.M.H: OF COURSE.
SHE LEAVES HIM WITH TROUSE. MACGREGOR LEANS IN AND TAKES HER HAND.
MACGREGOR: GOD I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO TELL ME HOW THE HELL I'M GONNA PULL
THIS STUNT OFF. YOU ALWAYS KNEW THE RIGHT WORDS, PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU
LITERALLY KNEW MY EVERY THOUGHT. DYA, I MAKE THIS PLEDGE TO YOU AND THE REST
OF THE ALPHA QUADRENT; I SWEAR ON MY LIFE, WE WILL WIN.
CUT TO-INT ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR ENTERS VIA TURBOLIFT. THE ALERT LIGHTS
ARE STILL FLASHING BUT THE NORMAL WORKING LIGHTS HAVE BEEN RESTORED. SOME
BULKHEAD HAVE BEEN CHARRED FROM FIRES. MOST OF THE MONITERS IN THE ROOM ARE ON
LINE BUT SOME ARE STILL SMASHED OR FLICKERING OR DARK. MACGREGOR WALKS TO HIS
SEAT AND STANDS IN FRONT OF IT AND LOOKS TO FAWKES WHO IS WORKING WITH AN
ENSIGN AT THE TACTICAL DRONE CONTROL STATION.
MACGREGOR: LIEUTENENT FAWKES, WHAT'S OUR REPAIR STATUS.
FAWKES: WELL, EXCEPT FOR WARP ENGINES, ALL MAIN SYSTEMS ARE BACK ON LINE, AND
ALL HULL BREACHES HAVE BEEN TEMPOARALY SEALED.
MACGREGOR: THANK YOU LIEUTENENT.
MACGREGOR SITS IN HIS SEAT. MACGREGOR PRESSES A BUTTON ON HIS ARMREST.
MACGREGOR: COMMANDER WARREN, HOW'S EVERYTHING ON YOUR END?
WARREN(V.O): TERRIFIC BOSS. WE'RE ABOUT TO BRING THE WARP DRIVE BACK ONLINE.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE ENGINERRING. ON ONE OF THE UPPER LEVELS, CREWMEN ARE
REPAIRING THE HOLE THE ALIEN MADE. MANY SPARKS ARE FLYING OFF THEIR WORK. ON
THE MAIN LEVEL, WARREN IS STANDING AT A WORKSTATION DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE
CORE. THERE ARE ENGINEERING OFFICERS FLANKING HIM AS WELL. WARREN LOOKS TO THE
YOUNG FEMALE ENSIGN TO HIS RIGHT.
WARREN: ENSIGN, BRING THE ANTI-MATTER INJECTORS ONLINE ON MY MARK.
ENSIGN: AYE SIR.
WARREN LOOKS TO THE YOUNG VULCAN MALE ENSIGN TO HIS LEFT.
WARREN: AND I WANT YOU TO BRING THE DEUTIRIUM INJECTORS ONLINE ON MY COMMAND.
ENSIGN: AYE.
WARREN: ALRIGHT CAPTAIN, I'M RE-INITIALIZING THE CORE AS WE SPEAK.
MACGREGOR(V.O): THANK YOU, KEEP ME ABREST.
WARREN: WILL DO. ALRIGHT, CORE HAS BEEN RE-INITIALIZED, ENSIGNS, MARK.
BOTH ENSIGNS ACTIVATE SEVERAL CONTROLS ON THEIR STATIONS.
ENSIGN(MALE): COMMENCING DEUTIRIUM INJECTION.
ENSIGN(FEMALE): COMMENCING ANTI-MATTER INJECTION.
WARREN: CORE'S STABLE. MATERIEL PULSES SHOULD HIT DILYTHIUM...
AT THAT MOMENT, THE CORE BEGINS TO FUNCTION AS IT NORMALLY SHOULD.
WARREN:...NOW.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIGE. MACGREGOR SMILES.
MACGREGOR: GOOD WORK DAMIAN.
WARREN(V.O): THANKS BOSS.
THE VIEWSCREEN ACTIVATES AND JANEWAY'S FACE APPEARS. THE IMAGE AND AUDIO IS
SLIGHTLY DISTORTED.
JANEWAY: I TAKE IT YOU'RE READY TO GO NOW?
MACGREGOR: CERTAINLY AM ADMIRAL.
JANEWAY: GOOD.
CUT TO: INT-U.S.S JOHNATHAN ARCHER, BRIDGE, A TYPICAL SOVREIGN CLASS BRIGE
STRUCTURE. JANEWAY IS STANDING IN FRONT OF THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR, THE FLANKING
CHAIRS ARE EMPTY. SHE ACTIVATES A CONTROL ON THE ARM OF HER CHAIR.
JANEWAY: JANEWAY TO ALL HANDS,
SHE LOOKS TO THE TACTICAL OFFICER.
JANEWAY: OPEN A CHANNEL TO THE ROMULANS AND KLINGONS.
THE TACTICAL OFFICER WORKS HIS CONTROLS.
TACTICAL OFFICER: CHANNEL OPEN ADMIRAL.
JANEWAY: AND TO OUR ALLYS.
THE FOLLOWING SPEECH IS JUXAPOSED WITH IMAGES OF THE FEDERATION CREWS OF THE
ENTERPRISE, JOHNATHAN ARCHER AND THE BRIGES ON THE ROMULAN AND KLINGON
VESSELS.
JANEWAY: IN A FEW HOURS, WE WILL BECOME ENGAGED IN THE LARGEST BATTLE IN THE
HISTORY OF OUR CONJOINED EMPIRES. THE OUTCOME OF THIS EVENT WILL EITHER SECURE
A PROSPEROUS FUTURE, OR TOTAL ANNIHILATION OF EVERY SINGLE HUMAN, VULCAN,
KLINGON, ROMULAN, BOLIAN, FERENGI, THOLIAN, EVERYONE. THIS IS A CONFLICT THAT
WE CANNOT, NOR WILL NOT LOSE.
CUT TO: INT-JONATHAN ARCHER, JANEWAY SITS IN HER SEAT.
JANEWAY: WE'RE GOING TO WAR.
SHE LOOKS TO HER TACTICAL OFFICER.
JANEWAY: CLOSE THE CHANNEL TO THE OTHER VESSELS.
SHE PUSHES A BUTTON ON HER ARMREST.
JANEWAY: RED ALERT, ALL HANDS...
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE. MACGREGOR IS SITTING IN HIS SEAT. THE ALERT KLAXONS
SOUND OFF AGAIN.
MACGREGOR: BATTLE STATIONS.
CUT TO: INT-KLINGON BRIDGE. THERE ARE KLINGON WARRIORS MOVING ABOUT, SLAPPING
EACH OTHER ON THE BACKS. THE CAPTAIN IS IN HIS SEAT AND THE KLINGON CHANCELLOR
IS ON A LARGER SEAT ABOVE THE CAPTAIN. THE ATMOSPHERE INSIDE THIS ROOM IS ONE
OF EAGER ANTICIPATION AND JOYOUS REVELRY.
DUR'PEK: HELM! SET COURSE FOR SECTOR 001!
CUT TO: INT-ROMULAN WARBIRD BRIDGE. THE COMMANDER IS PACING BEHIND THE HELM.
THE ATMOSPHERE IN THE ROOM IS ONE OF COLD, CALCUATING BUSINESS.
ROMULAN COMMANDER: MAXIMUM WARP HELM, EN...
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS STILL SITTING IN HIS SEAT.
MACGREGOR: ...GAGE.
CUT TO: CHAVEZ WORKING THE CONTROLS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. ALL OF THE SHIPS MOVE OFF. THEIR WARP ENGINES POWER UP AND
THEY FLY OFF INTO WARP SPEED, CROSSING THE THRESHOLD AT VARYING TIMES.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE SICKBAY, LOOKING STRAIGHT DOWN AT TROUSE. ECHOS OF
JANEWAY'S SPEECH CAN BE HEARED AS WELL AS THE LAST FEW THINGS MACGREGOR SAID
TO HER. AS THIS THESE VOICES ARE HEARED, THE CAMERA GETS CLOSER AND CLOSER TO
HER EYES. THE CAMERA MOVES FORWARD SUDDENLY AND QUCKLY INTO HER HEAD. VOICES
OF VARIOUS PEOPLE SAYING MANY MANY DIFFERENT THINGS AT ONCE CAN BE HEARD. THE
VOICES NEVER CEASE AS THEY GET LOUDER AND LOUDER. THE CAMERA MOVES QUICKLY
THROUGH HER BRAINS AND FLIES OUT, THROUGH HER SKULL, THROUGH THE BULKHEADS OUT
INTO SPACE. BY NOW THE VOICES ARE SCREAMING. THE CAMERA FLIES THOUGH WARP
SPACE. AFTER ABOUT FIVE SECONDS, THE CAMERA ENTERS THE ALIEN FLEET. THE VOICES
CALM DOWN AND USELESS INFORMATION IS BEING REPLACED BY INFORMATION ABOUT
SHEILD MODULATIONS, WEAPONS STATUS, CREW COMPIMENTS, SHIP CLASSES. ALL THIS IS
HEARED THROUGH HUMANS, KLINGON, FERENGI, ROMULAN ETC... VOICES. THE CAMERA
MOVES INTO THE SUPER-SHIP. THE VOICES BECOME MORE ORDERED AND CALM. THE CAMERA
MOVES THROUGH THE SHIP SO FAST ONE CANNOT REALLY SEE ITS INTERNAL STRUCTURE.
THE VOICES MELD INTO ONE, CALM, ALIEN VOICE THAT ONE CANNOT TELL IF IT IS MALE
OR FEMALE. THE CAMERA ENTERS A LARGE STRUCTURE INSIDE OF WHICH ARE A SERIES OF
TENDRILS THAT ARE PULSATING WITH ENERGY. THE TENDRILS ARE ATTACHED TO A
MASSIVE ALIEN BEING. THE ALIEN VOICE FADES. THE LIGHING IN THE CHAMBER IS
POOR. ONE CANNOT REALLY SEE THE ALIEN BEING, ONLY ITS SIZE IS DEFINITIVE. THE
CAMERA CLOSES IN ON THE BEING'S FACE. ITS EYES FLSH OPEN. THEY ARE A VIVID,
ORANGE COLOUR THAT SILHOUETTES THE BEING'S ODDLY SHAPED PUPILS. THE ALIEN
VOICE IS HEARED AGAIN.
ALIEN: THE WEAK WILL PERISH.