CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE ALIEN FLEET DROPS OUT OF WARP.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS ORBITING CHARON (PLUTO'S MOON).
SHUTTLES, RUNABOUTS, SMALL STARSHIPS ARE FLYING TOWARDS EARTH AS FAST AS THEY
CAN. ESCAPE PODS ARE BEING LAUNCHED FROM THE SPACE STATION ORBITING PLUTO.
CUT TO: INT-JUGGERNAUT LOADING STATION. STARFLEET AND CIVILIAN PERSONELLE ARE
RUSHING IN A TOTAL PANIC TO THE ESCAPE PODS AND STARSHIPS. CAPTAIN BURKE IS
RUNNING ALONG THE PROMINADE WITH THREE SECURITY OFFICERS. BURKE STOPS AND
FACES THE SECURITY OFFICERS.
BURKE: RENYOLDS I WANT ALL OF THESE PEOPLE OFF THE STATION IS TEN MINUTES. AND
KEEP EVERYONE CALM!
RENYONLDS: AYE SIR!
THE YOUNG LIEUTENENT AND THE OTHER TWO RUN OFF LEAVING BURKE IN THE MIDDLE OF
THIS PANDIMONIUM.
WOMAN'S VOICE(V.O): OPS TO CAPTAIN BURKE.
BURKE: BURKE HERE ENSIGN LEE!
LEE(V.O): YOU'D BETTER GET UP HERE.
BURKE: ON MY WAY.
CUT TO: INT-STATION CONTROL ROOM. STARFLEET OFFICERS ARE SCRAMBLING FRANTICLLY
TO CONTEND WITH THE EVACUATION. THE ROOM ITSELF IS BUILT ON TWO DISTINCT
LEVELS. THE UPPER LEVEL CONTAINING MOSTLY SIT DOWN WORKSTATIONS AND THE LOWAR
LEVEL CONTAING MOSTLY SIT DOWN WORKSTATIONS ENCIRCLING A LARGE "POOLTABLE"
DISPLAY. THE CEILING IS MOSTLY A TRANSPARENT DOME THROUGH WHICH ONE CAN SEE
PLUTO. ALSO, THERE IS A HUGE VIEWSCEEN AT THE FRONT OF THE ROOM. BURKE ENTERS
THE ROOM ON THE TOP LEVEL THROUGH A TURBOLIFT DOOR PERPENDICULAR TO THE MAIN
VIEWSCREEN. HE WALKS BRISKLY TO THE EDGE OF THE UPPER LEVEL.
BURKE: REPORT.
LEE COMES UP BESIDE BURKE FROM THE LOWER LEVEL.
LEE: CAPTAIN. THE ALIEN FLEET HAS DROPPED OUT OF WARP.
BURKE: WHERE?
LEE: JUST WITHIN SENSOR RANGE ON OUR SIDE OF THE COMET FIELD.
BURKE: STATUS ON DEFENCE SYSTEMS?
LEE CHECKS A NEARBY CONSOLE.
LEE: SHEILDS AT FULL, WEAPONS STANDING BY. U.S.S HARRIS, BELAROPHON AND
TECUMSEH ARE ALL STANDING BY.
AN ENSIGN FROM BELOW SPEAKS UP.
ENSIGN: SIR! THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS ARE UNDER ATTACK!
BURKE: WE'VE GOT ABOUT TWO MINUTES.
HE TAPS HIS COMM BADGE.
BURKE: RENYOLDS, WHAT'S THE STATUS OF THE EVACUATION?!
RENYOLDS(V.O): JUST LAUNCHING THE LAST SHUTTLES SIR.
BURKE: LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE DONE. BURKE OUT.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS ARE NOW IN LARGE, FIREY, PIECES SOME
OF WHICH ARE FALLING DOWN TO CHARON. THE ALIEN SHIPS ARE SWARMING AROUND THE
DEBRIS, STILL FIREING AT THE LARGEST OF THE FRAGMENTS AND ANY ESCAPE PODS.
CUT TO: INT-STATION CONTROL ROOM. THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING THE FIREY
DESTRUCTION THE ALIENS HAVE CAUSED. BURKE IS CRESTFALLEN AND RED WITH RAGE.
BURKE: FUCK!!!
RENYOLDS(V.O): SIR, EVERYONE'S OFF!
BURKE: GREAT, NOW GET YOU AND YOUR TEAM OFF AND GO TO THE U.S.S FRANKLIN,
THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY TO EARTH. BURKE OUT.
THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING THE ALIEN FLEET MASSING TOWARDS THE STATION. THROUGH
THE WAVES OF SHIPS, ONE CAN SEE THE VIOLENT END OF THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS AND
THE SUPER BIO-SHIP. THE ENSIGN FROM BELOW SPEAKS AGAIN.
ENSIGN: CAPTAIN, THEY'RE IN RANGE.
BURKE: ALL HANDS BRACE!!
THE WHOLE ROOM SHUDDERS VIOLENTLY AND EVERYONE IS THROWN OFF THEIR FEET.
SPARKS FLY AND THE LIGHTS FLICKER. THROUGH THE TRANSPARENT DOME ONE CAN SEE
THE ALIEN FLEET FLYING OVERHEAD.
CUT TO:EXT-SPACE. THE STATION HAS SEVERAL LARGE HULL BREACHES ALREADY AND THE
THREE STARSHIPS WHO WERE GOING TO DEFEND THE STATION HAVE BEEN DESTROYED. IN
THE DISTANCE, HOWEVER, THE FRANKLIN IS GOING TO WARP IN THE DIRECTION OF
EARTH.
CUT TO: INT-STATION CONTROL ROOM. BURKE TRIES TO STAND BUT IS THROWN OFF HIS
FEET BY ANOTHER BLAST. HE ROLLS ON TO HIS BACK AND LOOKS UP AT THE DOME. THE
STARS HAVE BEGUN TO SPIN AND PLUTO GOES IN AND OUT OF SIGHT, THE STATION IS
SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL. HIS EYES WIDEN AS A BIO-SHIP FLIES RIGHT FOR HIM. IN
A LAST ATTEMT AT CONTEMPT, HE GIVES THE SHIP THE FINGER. THEN THE ROOM
EXPLODES AROUND HIM.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE STATION'S TOP 1/4 EXPLODES, FOLLOWED BY THE REST OF IT.
MOST OF THE DEBRIS IS ABOUT THE SIZE OF A LARGE SHUTTLE. THE ALIEN FLEET
SLOWLY CONTINUES INTO THE SYSTEM.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS SITTING SOLOMLY IN HIS CHAIR
STARING AT THE WARPED STARFIELD ON THE VIEWSCREEN. CHAVEZ'S CONTROLS BEGIN TO
BEEP.
CHAVEZ: SIR, I'M RECIVING A GENERAL DISTRESS CALL FROM THE U.S.S FRANKLIN.
MACGREGOR: WHERE ARE THEY?
CHAVEZ: HALFWAY TO EARTH, TRAVELLING AT WARP ONE. SIR, THEY'RE IN SECTOR 001.
MACGREGOR: ARE THEY NUTS, LET'S HEAR IT.
(MALE V.O): THIS IS THE FEDERATION STARSHIP FRANKLIN. AN ALIEN FLEET WITH
EXTREMLY HOSTILE INTENTIONS IS MOVING TOWARDS THE PLANET EARTH. THE FLEET HAS
JUST DESTROYED THE SATURN RESEARCH FACILITY AND THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS. THEY ARE
CURRENTLY ON COURSE FOR THE JUPITER ST...(CUTS TO STATIC)
EVERYONE ON THE BRIDGE NOW WEARING EXPRESSIONS OF DEEP CONCERN. MACGREGOR
LOOKS TO TOBAL.
MACGREGOR: E.T.A ON EARTH?
TOBAL: TEN MINUTES SIR.
MACGREGOR: LIEUTENENT FAWKES, STATUS?
FAWKES: EVERYTHING'S NOMINAL.
MACGREGOR PRESSES A BUTTON ON HIS ARMREST.
MACGREGOR: ALL HANDS, THIS IS THE CAPTAIN. WE WILL BE ENGAGING THE ENEMY IN
APPROXIMATELY TEN MINUTES, REPEAT, TEN MINUTES. MACGREGOR OUT.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, EARTH'S ORBIT. THE ENTIRE EASTERN HEMISPHERE IS SURROUNDED
BY VESSELS FROM ALL ALPHA AND BETA QUADRET POWERS, KLINGONS, ROMULANS,
STARFLEET, CARDASSIANS, BREEN. EVEN BAJORANS, FERENGI AND SOME THOLIANS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, MOON'S ORBIT. FIVE WARP THRESHOLD FLASHES APPEAR AND THE
TWO WARBIRDS, THE MARTOK, THE JOHNATHAN ARCHER AND THE ENTERPRISE DISENGAGE
FROM WARP. THEY QUICKLY MOVE TOWARDS THE FLEET SURROUNDING EARTH.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, EARTH'S ORBIT. THE FIVE SHIPS ASSERT THEMSELVES INTO
POSITION. THE OTHER VESSELS BEGIN TO FORM DELTA SHAPED FORMATIONS.
IN FRONT OF THE FLEET, TWO MORE SHIPS DECLOAK. ONE MASSIVE KLINGON WARSHIP AND
ONE POWERFUL LOOKING ROMULAN WARSHIP. THEY TAKE UP POSITIONS AT THE HEATS OF
THE DELTA WAVES THAT ARE COMPRISED MOSTLY OF THEIR RESPECTIVE RACE'S VESSELS.
CUT TO: INT-STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS,WAR ROOM, NIGHT. THE ROOM IS MOSTLY DARKEND
EXCEPT FOR THE MANY WORKSTATIONS, VIEWSCREENS AND ALERT LIGHTS. IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE ROOM IS A LARGE TACTICAL DISPLAY OF THE SOL SYSTEM. THROUGH A PAIR OF
DOORS AT THE BACK OF THE ROOM ENTERS THE PRESIDENT OF THE FEDERATION. SHE IS
ESCORTED BY SEVERAL STARFLEET SECURITY PERSONELLE AND CIVILIAN AIDS. A
STARFLEET ADMIRAL WHO WAS WORKING WITH A LIEUTENENT AT THE OTHER END OF THE
ROOM COMES OVER TO GREET THE PRESIDENT. THE ADMIRAL REACHES THE PRESIDENT AND
THEY SHAKE HANDS.
PRESIDENT: ADMIRAL BEAUCHAMP.
BEAUCHAMP: MADAM PRESIDENT.
THEY MOVE TO THE TACTICAL DISPLAY.
PRESIDENT: SO HOW ARE WE DOING?
BEAUCHAMP: WE'VE ASSEMBLED ANYONE WHO VOLUNTEERED INTO FIFTY-SEVEN ATTACK
WINGS.
PRESIDENT: HOW MANY ARE FEDERATION?
BEAUCHAMP: TWENTY-ONE.
PRESIDENT: WHAT'S THEIR TACTICAL STATUS?
BEAUCHAMP: THEY'RE READY FOR ACTION.
PRESIDENT: GOOD. ADMIRAL, COULD YOU PUT ME IN SIMULTANEOUS AUDIO CONTACT WITH
EACH VESSEL?
BEAUCHAMP: CERTAINLY CAN MADAM PRESIDENT.
HE GOES OVER TO A WORKSTATION SEATED AT WHICH IS A YOUNG FERENGI ENSIGN. HE
SPEAKS WITH HIM BREIFLY, THEN GOES BACK TO THE PRESIDENT.
BEAUCHAMP: ALRIGHT, YOU'RE ON.
THE FOLLOWING IS TO BE JUXAPOSED WITH IMAGES OF THE FLEET AND THEIR CREWS.
PRESIDENT: THIS IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS. WE ALL
KNOW WHY WE ARE HERE TODAY, TO DECIDE THE FATE OF THE GALAXY. WE ARE HERE TO
PUT AN END TO THIS ALIEN THREAT. WE ARE HERE TO WIN THE DAY. WE HAVE NO CHOICE
BUT TO EMERGE VICTORIOUS FROM THIS CONFLICT. THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION.
FAILURE MUST NOT EVEN BE CONSIDERED TODAY. TODAY IS THE DAY FORMER ENEMIES
STAND UNITED AGAINST A MERCILESS FOE. TODAY, TOGETHER, WE WILL EXERCISE OUR
RIGHT TO CONTINUE TO EXIST FOR THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF YEARS TO COME. IF
ONE HAS NOT COME HERE TODAY TO FIGHT, ONE HAS COME HERE TODAY TO BE PROTECTED
BY OUR BRAVE WARRIORS IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE. REMEMBER THESE WORDS BRAVE SOULS,
FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!
THE CREWS OF THE FLEET BREAK OUT INTO GREAT APPLAUSE AS DO THE PEOPLE IN THE
WAR ROOM. THE PRESIDENT SMILES.
PRESIDENT: LET'S DO IT!
SHE TURNS TO BEAUCHAMP.
PRESIDENT: CLOSE THE CHANNEL.
THE ENSIGN WHO OPENED IT CLOSES IT.
ENSIGN: CHANNEL CLOSED.
THE PRESIDENT TURNS TO THE TACTICAL TABLE.
PRESIDENT: LIGHT IT UP.
BEAUCHAMP WORKS SOME CONTROLS ON THE TABLE. THE TABLE LIGHTS UP AND AN
ANATOMICALLY CORRECT, YET SLIGHTLY TRANSPARENT, HOLO-IMAGE OF EARTH APPEARS.
THE IMAGE ZOOMS IN ON THE ALLIED FLEET IN ORBIT OF EARTH. THE FEDERATION
VESSELS ARE BLUE, KLINGON: RED, ROMULAN: GREEN, CARDASSIAN: GOLD, BREEN:
VIOLET. THE OTHERS, FERENGI, THOLIAN, BAJORAN, ARE BRONZE.
PRESIDENT(QUIETLY): GOD SPEED GOOD PEOPLE.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS PACING IN FRONT OF HIS SEAT.
CHAVEZ LOOKS UP AT HIM AND HE STOPS PACING.
CHAVEZ: SIR, WE'VE JUST LOST CONTACT WITH THE UTOPIA PLANITIA YARDS.
MACGREGOR: WHAT ABOUT THE MARTIAN COLONIES?
SHE LOOKS AT HER WORKSTATION.
CHAVEZ: THEY WEREN'T TOUCHED.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS.
BEAUCHAMP: WHY NOT?
CUT TO: INT-JOHNATHAN ARCHER BRIDGE.
JANEWAY: BECAUSE THEY'LL GET IT WHEN THEY GET THE SYSTEM.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: MAKES A WORLD OF FRIGHTENING SENSE.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS. THE PRESIDENT BEGINS TO WALK
AROUND THE HOLO-TABLE. SHE GETS HALFWAY AROUND THE TABLE WHEN SHE STUMBLES.
SHE FALLS TO THE FLOOR HOLDING HER HEAD. HER AIDS COME TO HELP HER AND
SECURITY TEAMS MOVE INTO A CIRCLE AROUND HER. SHE IS CLUTCHING HER HEAD AND IS
SPASIMING WILDLY AS SHE SCREAMS,
PRESIDENT: GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!
BEAUCHMAP RUNS TO HER. HE HOLD UP HER HEAD AND LOOKS INTO HER EYES. THEY ARE
ROLLED NEARLY ALL THE WAY UP INTO HER HEAD. HE TURNS AROUND AND FACES INTO THE
ROOM.
BEAUCHAMP: DOCTOR! WE NEED A DOCTOR HERE NOW!!
HE LOOKS BACK AT THE PRESIDENT.
BEAUCHAMP: WHO DO YOU WANT OUT?
THE PRESIDENT REGAINS SOME SANITY.
PRESIDENT: SOMETHING, ALIEN.
SHE FALLS OVER SPASIMING IN BEAUCHAMP'S ARMS. HE LOOKS BACK INTO THE ROOM.
BEAUCHAMP: WHERE IS MY GODAMMED DOCTOR?!!
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR LOOKS TO FAWKES.
MACGREGOR: E.T.A OF ENEMY FLEET?
FAWKES: ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS. BEAUCHAMP AND A DOCTOR STAND UP.
DOCTOR(WHISPERING): GOOD NEWS IS, SHE'S ALIVE.
BEAUCHAMP(WHISPERING): BAD NEWS?
DOCTOR(WHISPERING): BAD NEWS IS SHE'S SERIOUS COMA CASE.
HE AND THE DOCTOR BEGIN TO WALK TO AN AREA OF THE ROOM VOID OF PEOPLE, NEAR
THE WINDOWS OVER LOOKING THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY AT NIGHT. NOW THE MEN ARE
SPEAKING SOFTLY.
BEAUCHAMP: CAN YOU DO ANYTHING?
DOCTOR: NOT A THING. I'VE BEEN GETTING REPORTS OF THESE KINDS OF CASES WHERE A
TELEPATH SLIPS INTO A COMA FOR BO REASON SINCE THIS CRISIS BEGAN.
BEAUCHAMP: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING DOC?
DOCTOR: I, AND MANY OTHER MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS, AM SAYING THAT THE ALIENS ARE
HAVING AN OVERPOWERING MENTAL EFFECT ON TELEPATHINC RACES. MOST OF THE
BETAZOID PEOPLE ARE IN COMAS AND OVER A QUARTER OF THE VULCAN POPULATION HAS
GONE INSANE.
BEAUCHAMP: ALRIGHT. NO-ONE OUTSIDE THIS ROOM IS TO BECOME AWARE OF THE
PRESIDENT'S MISFORTUNE.
DOCTOR: WHY?
BEAUCHAMP: SHE IS THE STRENGTH OF THE FEDERATION. DID YOU SEE HOW SHE WOUND UP
EVERYONE? THESE PEOPLE NEED ALL THE HELP THEY CAN GET. AND IF THAT MEANS
SHEILDING THEM FROM A HARSH TRUTH, SO BE IT.
DOCTOR: BUT IF IT IS THE ALIENS CAUSING THIS, SHOULDN'T DESTOYING THEIR FLEET
END THE COMAS? LISTEN, THOSE PEOPLE ABOVE NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE PRESIDENT, TO
FIGHT FOR HER SURVIVAL.
BEAUCHAMP: COME WITH ME.
CUT TO: EXT-STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS, ROOFTOP, NIGHT.
DOCTOR: ALRIGHT, SOMETHING SMELLS BAD AND I THINK IT MAY BE YOU ADMIRAL.
BEAUCHAMP: DO YOU KNOW WHAT A RABBLE-ROUSER IS?
DOCTOR: I'M A DOCTOR, NOT A DICTIONARY.
BEAUCHAMP: IN THIS CASE, YOU ARE A POTENTIAL RABBLE-ROUSER AND I CANNOT ALLOW
YOU TO ROUSE THE RABBLE.
BEAUCHAMP'S ARM TRANSFORMS INTO AN ALIEN ARM THAT FIRES OUT AND GRABS THE
DOCTOR BY THE NECK. HE LIFTS THE DOCTOR OFF HIS FEET AND HOLDS HIM HIGH ABOVE HIM.
DOCTOR: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
BEAUCHAMP: AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, YOUR GALAXY IS ALREADY AS GOOD AS PURGED.
BEAUCHAMP SQUEEZES THE DOCTOR'S NECK UNTIL HE HEARS A SATISFYING SNAP. HE
LOOSENS HIS GRIP AND THE DOCTOR FALLS TO THE GROUND. BEAUCHAMP WALKS BACK TO
THE COMMAND CENTRE AS HIS ARM REVERTS TO ITS HUMAN FORM.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET COMMAND.BEAUCHAMP ENTERS THE ROOM VIA A FLIGHT
OF STAIRS AT THE BACK. HE QUICKLY WALKS TO THE HOLO-TABLE.
BEAUCHAMP: PEOPLE, LISTEN UP.
EVERYONE QUIETS DOWN.
BEAUCHAMP: ALRIGHT, THIS IS RUMOR CONTROL. THE PRESIDENT OF THE FEDERATION HAS
FALLEN INTO A COMA. AS OF NOW, YOU ARE ALL UNDER ORDERS TO KEEP THIS
INFORMATION IN THIS ROOM. NO-ONE IS TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE OF HER MISFORTUNE.
UNDERSTOOD?
HE LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM AND GETS A FEELING OF CONSENT.
BEAUCHAMP: GOOD. OKAY, BACK TO WORK WE'VE GOT A WAR TO WIN.
HE LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM AGAIN THIS TIME WEARING A FACE THAT REEKS OF
CONTEMPT.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE FLEET IS STANDING IMMOBILE, WAITING FOR THE ENEMY.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS SITTING IN HIS SEAT HAUNCHED OVER,
STARING AT THE VIEWSCREEN.
MACGREGOR(TO HIMSELF): I HATE WAITING.
THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING THE MOON AND AN EMPTY STARFIELD. EVERYONE ON THE
BRIDGE IS STARING AT THE SCREEN. SUDDENLY, ALARMS SOUND ON FAWKES' STATION. HE
LOOKS AT MACGREGOR.
FAWKES: HERE THEY COME.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS ORBITING CHARON (PLUTO'S MOON).
SHUTTLES, RUNABOUTS, SMALL STARSHIPS ARE FLYING TOWARDS EARTH AS FAST AS THEY
CAN. ESCAPE PODS ARE BEING LAUNCHED FROM THE SPACE STATION ORBITING PLUTO.
CUT TO: INT-JUGGERNAUT LOADING STATION. STARFLEET AND CIVILIAN PERSONELLE ARE
RUSHING IN A TOTAL PANIC TO THE ESCAPE PODS AND STARSHIPS. CAPTAIN BURKE IS
RUNNING ALONG THE PROMINADE WITH THREE SECURITY OFFICERS. BURKE STOPS AND
FACES THE SECURITY OFFICERS.
BURKE: RENYOLDS I WANT ALL OF THESE PEOPLE OFF THE STATION IS TEN MINUTES. AND
KEEP EVERYONE CALM!
RENYONLDS: AYE SIR!
THE YOUNG LIEUTENENT AND THE OTHER TWO RUN OFF LEAVING BURKE IN THE MIDDLE OF
THIS PANDIMONIUM.
WOMAN'S VOICE(V.O): OPS TO CAPTAIN BURKE.
BURKE: BURKE HERE ENSIGN LEE!
LEE(V.O): YOU'D BETTER GET UP HERE.
BURKE: ON MY WAY.
CUT TO: INT-STATION CONTROL ROOM. STARFLEET OFFICERS ARE SCRAMBLING FRANTICLLY
TO CONTEND WITH THE EVACUATION. THE ROOM ITSELF IS BUILT ON TWO DISTINCT
LEVELS. THE UPPER LEVEL CONTAINING MOSTLY SIT DOWN WORKSTATIONS AND THE LOWAR
LEVEL CONTAING MOSTLY SIT DOWN WORKSTATIONS ENCIRCLING A LARGE "POOLTABLE"
DISPLAY. THE CEILING IS MOSTLY A TRANSPARENT DOME THROUGH WHICH ONE CAN SEE
PLUTO. ALSO, THERE IS A HUGE VIEWSCEEN AT THE FRONT OF THE ROOM. BURKE ENTERS
THE ROOM ON THE TOP LEVEL THROUGH A TURBOLIFT DOOR PERPENDICULAR TO THE MAIN
VIEWSCREEN. HE WALKS BRISKLY TO THE EDGE OF THE UPPER LEVEL.
BURKE: REPORT.
LEE COMES UP BESIDE BURKE FROM THE LOWER LEVEL.
LEE: CAPTAIN. THE ALIEN FLEET HAS DROPPED OUT OF WARP.
BURKE: WHERE?
LEE: JUST WITHIN SENSOR RANGE ON OUR SIDE OF THE COMET FIELD.
BURKE: STATUS ON DEFENCE SYSTEMS?
LEE CHECKS A NEARBY CONSOLE.
LEE: SHEILDS AT FULL, WEAPONS STANDING BY. U.S.S HARRIS, BELAROPHON AND
TECUMSEH ARE ALL STANDING BY.
AN ENSIGN FROM BELOW SPEAKS UP.
ENSIGN: SIR! THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS ARE UNDER ATTACK!
BURKE: WE'VE GOT ABOUT TWO MINUTES.
HE TAPS HIS COMM BADGE.
BURKE: RENYOLDS, WHAT'S THE STATUS OF THE EVACUATION?!
RENYOLDS(V.O): JUST LAUNCHING THE LAST SHUTTLES SIR.
BURKE: LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE DONE. BURKE OUT.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS ARE NOW IN LARGE, FIREY, PIECES SOME
OF WHICH ARE FALLING DOWN TO CHARON. THE ALIEN SHIPS ARE SWARMING AROUND THE
DEBRIS, STILL FIREING AT THE LARGEST OF THE FRAGMENTS AND ANY ESCAPE PODS.
CUT TO: INT-STATION CONTROL ROOM. THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING THE FIREY
DESTRUCTION THE ALIENS HAVE CAUSED. BURKE IS CRESTFALLEN AND RED WITH RAGE.
BURKE: FUCK!!!
RENYOLDS(V.O): SIR, EVERYONE'S OFF!
BURKE: GREAT, NOW GET YOU AND YOUR TEAM OFF AND GO TO THE U.S.S FRANKLIN,
THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY TO EARTH. BURKE OUT.
THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING THE ALIEN FLEET MASSING TOWARDS THE STATION. THROUGH
THE WAVES OF SHIPS, ONE CAN SEE THE VIOLENT END OF THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS AND
THE SUPER BIO-SHIP. THE ENSIGN FROM BELOW SPEAKS AGAIN.
ENSIGN: CAPTAIN, THEY'RE IN RANGE.
BURKE: ALL HANDS BRACE!!
THE WHOLE ROOM SHUDDERS VIOLENTLY AND EVERYONE IS THROWN OFF THEIR FEET.
SPARKS FLY AND THE LIGHTS FLICKER. THROUGH THE TRANSPARENT DOME ONE CAN SEE
THE ALIEN FLEET FLYING OVERHEAD.
CUT TO:EXT-SPACE. THE STATION HAS SEVERAL LARGE HULL BREACHES ALREADY AND THE
THREE STARSHIPS WHO WERE GOING TO DEFEND THE STATION HAVE BEEN DESTROYED. IN
THE DISTANCE, HOWEVER, THE FRANKLIN IS GOING TO WARP IN THE DIRECTION OF
EARTH.
CUT TO: INT-STATION CONTROL ROOM. BURKE TRIES TO STAND BUT IS THROWN OFF HIS
FEET BY ANOTHER BLAST. HE ROLLS ON TO HIS BACK AND LOOKS UP AT THE DOME. THE
STARS HAVE BEGUN TO SPIN AND PLUTO GOES IN AND OUT OF SIGHT, THE STATION IS
SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL. HIS EYES WIDEN AS A BIO-SHIP FLIES RIGHT FOR HIM. IN
A LAST ATTEMT AT CONTEMPT, HE GIVES THE SHIP THE FINGER. THEN THE ROOM
EXPLODES AROUND HIM.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE STATION'S TOP 1/4 EXPLODES, FOLLOWED BY THE REST OF IT.
MOST OF THE DEBRIS IS ABOUT THE SIZE OF A LARGE SHUTTLE. THE ALIEN FLEET
SLOWLY CONTINUES INTO THE SYSTEM.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS SITTING SOLOMLY IN HIS CHAIR
STARING AT THE WARPED STARFIELD ON THE VIEWSCREEN. CHAVEZ'S CONTROLS BEGIN TO
BEEP.
CHAVEZ: SIR, I'M RECIVING A GENERAL DISTRESS CALL FROM THE U.S.S FRANKLIN.
MACGREGOR: WHERE ARE THEY?
CHAVEZ: HALFWAY TO EARTH, TRAVELLING AT WARP ONE. SIR, THEY'RE IN SECTOR 001.
MACGREGOR: ARE THEY NUTS, LET'S HEAR IT.
(MALE V.O): THIS IS THE FEDERATION STARSHIP FRANKLIN. AN ALIEN FLEET WITH
EXTREMLY HOSTILE INTENTIONS IS MOVING TOWARDS THE PLANET EARTH. THE FLEET HAS
JUST DESTROYED THE SATURN RESEARCH FACILITY AND THE JUGGERNAUT YARDS. THEY ARE
CURRENTLY ON COURSE FOR THE JUPITER ST...(CUTS TO STATIC)
EVERYONE ON THE BRIDGE NOW WEARING EXPRESSIONS OF DEEP CONCERN. MACGREGOR
LOOKS TO TOBAL.
MACGREGOR: E.T.A ON EARTH?
TOBAL: TEN MINUTES SIR.
MACGREGOR: LIEUTENENT FAWKES, STATUS?
FAWKES: EVERYTHING'S NOMINAL.
MACGREGOR PRESSES A BUTTON ON HIS ARMREST.
MACGREGOR: ALL HANDS, THIS IS THE CAPTAIN. WE WILL BE ENGAGING THE ENEMY IN
APPROXIMATELY TEN MINUTES, REPEAT, TEN MINUTES. MACGREGOR OUT.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, EARTH'S ORBIT. THE ENTIRE EASTERN HEMISPHERE IS SURROUNDED
BY VESSELS FROM ALL ALPHA AND BETA QUADRET POWERS, KLINGONS, ROMULANS,
STARFLEET, CARDASSIANS, BREEN. EVEN BAJORANS, FERENGI AND SOME THOLIANS.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, MOON'S ORBIT. FIVE WARP THRESHOLD FLASHES APPEAR AND THE
TWO WARBIRDS, THE MARTOK, THE JOHNATHAN ARCHER AND THE ENTERPRISE DISENGAGE
FROM WARP. THEY QUICKLY MOVE TOWARDS THE FLEET SURROUNDING EARTH.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE, EARTH'S ORBIT. THE FIVE SHIPS ASSERT THEMSELVES INTO
POSITION. THE OTHER VESSELS BEGIN TO FORM DELTA SHAPED FORMATIONS.
IN FRONT OF THE FLEET, TWO MORE SHIPS DECLOAK. ONE MASSIVE KLINGON WARSHIP AND
ONE POWERFUL LOOKING ROMULAN WARSHIP. THEY TAKE UP POSITIONS AT THE HEATS OF
THE DELTA WAVES THAT ARE COMPRISED MOSTLY OF THEIR RESPECTIVE RACE'S VESSELS.
CUT TO: INT-STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS,WAR ROOM, NIGHT. THE ROOM IS MOSTLY DARKEND
EXCEPT FOR THE MANY WORKSTATIONS, VIEWSCREENS AND ALERT LIGHTS. IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE ROOM IS A LARGE TACTICAL DISPLAY OF THE SOL SYSTEM. THROUGH A PAIR OF
DOORS AT THE BACK OF THE ROOM ENTERS THE PRESIDENT OF THE FEDERATION. SHE IS
ESCORTED BY SEVERAL STARFLEET SECURITY PERSONELLE AND CIVILIAN AIDS. A
STARFLEET ADMIRAL WHO WAS WORKING WITH A LIEUTENENT AT THE OTHER END OF THE
ROOM COMES OVER TO GREET THE PRESIDENT. THE ADMIRAL REACHES THE PRESIDENT AND
THEY SHAKE HANDS.
PRESIDENT: ADMIRAL BEAUCHAMP.
BEAUCHAMP: MADAM PRESIDENT.
THEY MOVE TO THE TACTICAL DISPLAY.
PRESIDENT: SO HOW ARE WE DOING?
BEAUCHAMP: WE'VE ASSEMBLED ANYONE WHO VOLUNTEERED INTO FIFTY-SEVEN ATTACK
WINGS.
PRESIDENT: HOW MANY ARE FEDERATION?
BEAUCHAMP: TWENTY-ONE.
PRESIDENT: WHAT'S THEIR TACTICAL STATUS?
BEAUCHAMP: THEY'RE READY FOR ACTION.
PRESIDENT: GOOD. ADMIRAL, COULD YOU PUT ME IN SIMULTANEOUS AUDIO CONTACT WITH
EACH VESSEL?
BEAUCHAMP: CERTAINLY CAN MADAM PRESIDENT.
HE GOES OVER TO A WORKSTATION SEATED AT WHICH IS A YOUNG FERENGI ENSIGN. HE
SPEAKS WITH HIM BREIFLY, THEN GOES BACK TO THE PRESIDENT.
BEAUCHAMP: ALRIGHT, YOU'RE ON.
THE FOLLOWING IS TO BE JUXAPOSED WITH IMAGES OF THE FLEET AND THEIR CREWS.
PRESIDENT: THIS IS THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS. WE ALL
KNOW WHY WE ARE HERE TODAY, TO DECIDE THE FATE OF THE GALAXY. WE ARE HERE TO
PUT AN END TO THIS ALIEN THREAT. WE ARE HERE TO WIN THE DAY. WE HAVE NO CHOICE
BUT TO EMERGE VICTORIOUS FROM THIS CONFLICT. THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION.
FAILURE MUST NOT EVEN BE CONSIDERED TODAY. TODAY IS THE DAY FORMER ENEMIES
STAND UNITED AGAINST A MERCILESS FOE. TODAY, TOGETHER, WE WILL EXERCISE OUR
RIGHT TO CONTINUE TO EXIST FOR THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF YEARS TO COME. IF
ONE HAS NOT COME HERE TODAY TO FIGHT, ONE HAS COME HERE TODAY TO BE PROTECTED
BY OUR BRAVE WARRIORS IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE. REMEMBER THESE WORDS BRAVE SOULS,
FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!
THE CREWS OF THE FLEET BREAK OUT INTO GREAT APPLAUSE AS DO THE PEOPLE IN THE
WAR ROOM. THE PRESIDENT SMILES.
PRESIDENT: LET'S DO IT!
SHE TURNS TO BEAUCHAMP.
PRESIDENT: CLOSE THE CHANNEL.
THE ENSIGN WHO OPENED IT CLOSES IT.
ENSIGN: CHANNEL CLOSED.
THE PRESIDENT TURNS TO THE TACTICAL TABLE.
PRESIDENT: LIGHT IT UP.
BEAUCHAMP WORKS SOME CONTROLS ON THE TABLE. THE TABLE LIGHTS UP AND AN
ANATOMICALLY CORRECT, YET SLIGHTLY TRANSPARENT, HOLO-IMAGE OF EARTH APPEARS.
THE IMAGE ZOOMS IN ON THE ALLIED FLEET IN ORBIT OF EARTH. THE FEDERATION
VESSELS ARE BLUE, KLINGON: RED, ROMULAN: GREEN, CARDASSIAN: GOLD, BREEN:
VIOLET. THE OTHERS, FERENGI, THOLIAN, BAJORAN, ARE BRONZE.
PRESIDENT(QUIETLY): GOD SPEED GOOD PEOPLE.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS PACING IN FRONT OF HIS SEAT.
CHAVEZ LOOKS UP AT HIM AND HE STOPS PACING.
CHAVEZ: SIR, WE'VE JUST LOST CONTACT WITH THE UTOPIA PLANITIA YARDS.
MACGREGOR: WHAT ABOUT THE MARTIAN COLONIES?
SHE LOOKS AT HER WORKSTATION.
CHAVEZ: THEY WEREN'T TOUCHED.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS.
BEAUCHAMP: WHY NOT?
CUT TO: INT-JOHNATHAN ARCHER BRIDGE.
JANEWAY: BECAUSE THEY'LL GET IT WHEN THEY GET THE SYSTEM.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE.
MACGREGOR: MAKES A WORLD OF FRIGHTENING SENSE.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS. THE PRESIDENT BEGINS TO WALK
AROUND THE HOLO-TABLE. SHE GETS HALFWAY AROUND THE TABLE WHEN SHE STUMBLES.
SHE FALLS TO THE FLOOR HOLDING HER HEAD. HER AIDS COME TO HELP HER AND
SECURITY TEAMS MOVE INTO A CIRCLE AROUND HER. SHE IS CLUTCHING HER HEAD AND IS
SPASIMING WILDLY AS SHE SCREAMS,
PRESIDENT: GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!
BEAUCHMAP RUNS TO HER. HE HOLD UP HER HEAD AND LOOKS INTO HER EYES. THEY ARE
ROLLED NEARLY ALL THE WAY UP INTO HER HEAD. HE TURNS AROUND AND FACES INTO THE
ROOM.
BEAUCHAMP: DOCTOR! WE NEED A DOCTOR HERE NOW!!
HE LOOKS BACK AT THE PRESIDENT.
BEAUCHAMP: WHO DO YOU WANT OUT?
THE PRESIDENT REGAINS SOME SANITY.
PRESIDENT: SOMETHING, ALIEN.
SHE FALLS OVER SPASIMING IN BEAUCHAMP'S ARMS. HE LOOKS BACK INTO THE ROOM.
BEAUCHAMP: WHERE IS MY GODAMMED DOCTOR?!!
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR LOOKS TO FAWKES.
MACGREGOR: E.T.A OF ENEMY FLEET?
FAWKES: ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS. BEAUCHAMP AND A DOCTOR STAND UP.
DOCTOR(WHISPERING): GOOD NEWS IS, SHE'S ALIVE.
BEAUCHAMP(WHISPERING): BAD NEWS?
DOCTOR(WHISPERING): BAD NEWS IS SHE'S SERIOUS COMA CASE.
HE AND THE DOCTOR BEGIN TO WALK TO AN AREA OF THE ROOM VOID OF PEOPLE, NEAR
THE WINDOWS OVER LOOKING THE SAN FRANCISCO BAY AT NIGHT. NOW THE MEN ARE
SPEAKING SOFTLY.
BEAUCHAMP: CAN YOU DO ANYTHING?
DOCTOR: NOT A THING. I'VE BEEN GETTING REPORTS OF THESE KINDS OF CASES WHERE A
TELEPATH SLIPS INTO A COMA FOR BO REASON SINCE THIS CRISIS BEGAN.
BEAUCHAMP: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING DOC?
DOCTOR: I, AND MANY OTHER MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS, AM SAYING THAT THE ALIENS ARE
HAVING AN OVERPOWERING MENTAL EFFECT ON TELEPATHINC RACES. MOST OF THE
BETAZOID PEOPLE ARE IN COMAS AND OVER A QUARTER OF THE VULCAN POPULATION HAS
GONE INSANE.
BEAUCHAMP: ALRIGHT. NO-ONE OUTSIDE THIS ROOM IS TO BECOME AWARE OF THE
PRESIDENT'S MISFORTUNE.
DOCTOR: WHY?
BEAUCHAMP: SHE IS THE STRENGTH OF THE FEDERATION. DID YOU SEE HOW SHE WOUND UP
EVERYONE? THESE PEOPLE NEED ALL THE HELP THEY CAN GET. AND IF THAT MEANS
SHEILDING THEM FROM A HARSH TRUTH, SO BE IT.
DOCTOR: BUT IF IT IS THE ALIENS CAUSING THIS, SHOULDN'T DESTOYING THEIR FLEET
END THE COMAS? LISTEN, THOSE PEOPLE ABOVE NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE PRESIDENT, TO
FIGHT FOR HER SURVIVAL.
BEAUCHAMP: COME WITH ME.
CUT TO: EXT-STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS, ROOFTOP, NIGHT.
DOCTOR: ALRIGHT, SOMETHING SMELLS BAD AND I THINK IT MAY BE YOU ADMIRAL.
BEAUCHAMP: DO YOU KNOW WHAT A RABBLE-ROUSER IS?
DOCTOR: I'M A DOCTOR, NOT A DICTIONARY.
BEAUCHAMP: IN THIS CASE, YOU ARE A POTENTIAL RABBLE-ROUSER AND I CANNOT ALLOW
YOU TO ROUSE THE RABBLE.
BEAUCHAMP'S ARM TRANSFORMS INTO AN ALIEN ARM THAT FIRES OUT AND GRABS THE
DOCTOR BY THE NECK. HE LIFTS THE DOCTOR OFF HIS FEET AND HOLDS HIM HIGH ABOVE HIM.
DOCTOR: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?
BEAUCHAMP: AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, YOUR GALAXY IS ALREADY AS GOOD AS PURGED.
BEAUCHAMP SQUEEZES THE DOCTOR'S NECK UNTIL HE HEARS A SATISFYING SNAP. HE
LOOSENS HIS GRIP AND THE DOCTOR FALLS TO THE GROUND. BEAUCHAMP WALKS BACK TO
THE COMMAND CENTRE AS HIS ARM REVERTS TO ITS HUMAN FORM.
CUT TO: INT-WAR ROOM, STARFLEET COMMAND.BEAUCHAMP ENTERS THE ROOM VIA A FLIGHT
OF STAIRS AT THE BACK. HE QUICKLY WALKS TO THE HOLO-TABLE.
BEAUCHAMP: PEOPLE, LISTEN UP.
EVERYONE QUIETS DOWN.
BEAUCHAMP: ALRIGHT, THIS IS RUMOR CONTROL. THE PRESIDENT OF THE FEDERATION HAS
FALLEN INTO A COMA. AS OF NOW, YOU ARE ALL UNDER ORDERS TO KEEP THIS
INFORMATION IN THIS ROOM. NO-ONE IS TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE OF HER MISFORTUNE.
UNDERSTOOD?
HE LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM AND GETS A FEELING OF CONSENT.
BEAUCHAMP: GOOD. OKAY, BACK TO WORK WE'VE GOT A WAR TO WIN.
HE LOOKS AROUND THE ROOM AGAIN THIS TIME WEARING A FACE THAT REEKS OF
CONTEMPT.
CUT TO: EXT-SPACE. THE FLEET IS STANDING IMMOBILE, WAITING FOR THE ENEMY.
CUT TO: INT-ENTERPRISE BRIDGE. MACGREGOR IS SITTING IN HIS SEAT HAUNCHED OVER,
STARING AT THE VIEWSCREEN.
MACGREGOR(TO HIMSELF): I HATE WAITING.
THE VIEWSCREEN IS SHOWING THE MOON AND AN EMPTY STARFIELD. EVERYONE ON THE
BRIDGE IS STARING AT THE SCREEN. SUDDENLY, ALARMS SOUND ON FAWKES' STATION. HE
LOOKS AT MACGREGOR.
FAWKES: HERE THEY COME.