Fade In: Ext. Space: A small ship cruises in low over a planet at night.
Cut To. Int-Ship, cockpit: A man with a well coiffed haircut sits in the pilot's seat. The Pilot activates the ship's communications.
PILOT
You have the merchandise?
(V.O)
Yeah. Its all here.
PILOT
Excellent. Meet me on the roof, I'll be there in five.
(V.O)
I'm already there.
Int-Cockpit: The Pilot deactivates the communications.
Cut To. Ext-City, night: There is a massive downpour at the moment. The ship cruises over the buildings. It lines up for a landing at the tallest one.
Cut To. Ext-Rooftop, night: The ship lands. A Tall Man in a dark coat walks up to the ship. A small hatch on the ship opens. The Pilot gets out.
MAN
Good evening.
PILOT
That remains to be seen.
MAN
You armed?
PILOT
Are you?
MAN
Yeah. How about we go inside and frisk each other?
PILOT
Let's just go inside.
Ext-Rooftop: The two men move to an elevator. They enter and go down three levels. They are still about forty levels above ground.
Cut To. Int-Restauraunt: The only lights on in the room are on the bar, and they don't provide much illumination. In the middle of the room are six, keg sized, cylinders with Starfleet markings. The Pilot takes out a scanning device. When he activates it, a blue light washes over his face illuminating several scars.
MAN
I can assure you, its 100% pure.
PILOT
Through encounters with Romulans, Cardassians, Ferengi, time and experience has taught me not to trust.
Int-Restaurant: The Pilot scans all the cylinders top to bottom.
The Man looks around anxiously. The Pilot picks up on his anxiety.
PILOT
What are you worried about?
MAN
Nothing.
PILOT
Nothing?
MAN
Yeah. Don't worry about it.
PILOT
I wasn't aware that there was anything to worry about.
MAN
They're isn't.
PILOT
Okay, this conversation is going nowhere fast. Where did you get this.
Int- Restaurant: The Pilot stops scanning.
MAN
I can't tell you.
PILOT
Why not?
MAN
He sad he'd make me wish I was dead.
PILOT
Who'd he work for?
MAN
He said he was an unofficial representative of the Federation.
PILOT
Why would a representative of the Federation want this stuff in our hands.
MAN
I honestly couldn't say. So come on, you want the stuff or not?
Int-Restaurant: The Pilot thinks briefly.
PILOT
Sure, I'll take it.
Int-Restaurant: The Pilot hands the Man a PADD. After he and the Pilot enter some commands, the Pilot attaches a small device to each tank. The Man looks suspicious.
PILOT
Transport enhancers.
Int-Restaurant: The Man nods. The Pilot looks out to the darkness of the room.
PILOT
Okay guys, we're not being gypped.
Int-Restaurant: Three men with large particle weapons decloak. They are all dressed like mercenaries, each with a pair of side arms and knives.
PILOT
Like you said, don't worry about it. I just wanted to have some insurance in place in the event that you tried to mess with me.
MAN
Dominion cloaking technology?
PILOT
I was in the war.
MAN
Alright. You know who to avoid while you're in possession of this stuff right?
PILOT
Everyone?
MAN
Pretty much. Especially the Federation.
PILOT
Why the honourable mention?
MAN
They might find out.
PILOT
Who's "they"?
MAN
I'm the only one who was supposed to have this. If they find out that I gave it to you we're both toast.
PILOT
Who are "they"?
MAN
I can't tell you. Just keep yourself off the Federation's scanners would you.
PILOT
Boy, tell me who "they" are or I will beam your dick right off your body.
Int-Restaurant: The Man takes the Pilot over to the bar.
MAN
I don't know who or what they really are, but I've heard rumours.
PILOT
Rumours, like what?
MAN
That there's a secret organisation within the Federation dedicated to its protection by any means it sees fit.
PILOT
Sounds like Section 31.
MAN
Maybe. But all I'm saying is that these people wanted me to have it. And I don't want it.
PILOT
Well, it should pull in a hefty price on the Black Arms market.
Int-Restaurant: There is a loud scream followed by gargling. The two men pull out weapons and sprint to investigate. When they arrive at the barrels, two of the three mercenaries are lying on the floor, their eyes blown out and blood pouring from their ears. The two men immediately point their guns at eachother.
PILOT
What's going on here?
MAN
You tell me, they're your boys.
(V.O)
They're no one's boys, boys.
MAN
Who's that?
(V.O)
I am everyone and everywhere. I am what you people fear the most. I am the embodiment of change.
Int-Restaurant: A Dark Figure appears against the windows in a flash of lightning. The men take aim on the figure and fire. The figure puts out his hands. The pulses of energy part and fly right back at their sources. The two men are torn to pieces. The Dark Figure smiles. He moves over to the tanks. He runs his hand over each of them.
DARK FIGURE (V.O)
The tools of Exodus. Its a bit overwhelming, don't you think?
(FEMALE V.O)
Hey, whatever works for you.
DARK FIGURE (V.O)
This works for me.
(FEMALE V.O)
Ready to go Walter?
WALTER (V.O)
Sure am. Energise.
Int-Resataurant: The tanks beam away.
WALTER (V.O)
Hannah, got a lock on me?
HANNAH (V.O)
Sure do. Just say when.
Int-Restaurant: Walter smiles. He puts his hand out. The window shatters. Walter runs towards the open window. He leaps out. Camera follows him down. He has not lost his smile. When he is about five seconds from hitting the ground, he turns over and looks skyward.
WALTER
Beam me up!!!
Ext-Building: Walter beams away. Some of the particles hit the cement making a bright blue cloud before totally disappearing.
Cut To. Int-Ship, cockpit: A man with a well coiffed haircut sits in the pilot's seat. The Pilot activates the ship's communications.
PILOT
You have the merchandise?
(V.O)
Yeah. Its all here.
PILOT
Excellent. Meet me on the roof, I'll be there in five.
(V.O)
I'm already there.
Int-Cockpit: The Pilot deactivates the communications.
Cut To. Ext-City, night: There is a massive downpour at the moment. The ship cruises over the buildings. It lines up for a landing at the tallest one.
Cut To. Ext-Rooftop, night: The ship lands. A Tall Man in a dark coat walks up to the ship. A small hatch on the ship opens. The Pilot gets out.
MAN
Good evening.
PILOT
That remains to be seen.
MAN
You armed?
PILOT
Are you?
MAN
Yeah. How about we go inside and frisk each other?
PILOT
Let's just go inside.
Ext-Rooftop: The two men move to an elevator. They enter and go down three levels. They are still about forty levels above ground.
Cut To. Int-Restauraunt: The only lights on in the room are on the bar, and they don't provide much illumination. In the middle of the room are six, keg sized, cylinders with Starfleet markings. The Pilot takes out a scanning device. When he activates it, a blue light washes over his face illuminating several scars.
MAN
I can assure you, its 100% pure.
PILOT
Through encounters with Romulans, Cardassians, Ferengi, time and experience has taught me not to trust.
Int-Restaurant: The Pilot scans all the cylinders top to bottom.
The Man looks around anxiously. The Pilot picks up on his anxiety.
PILOT
What are you worried about?
MAN
Nothing.
PILOT
Nothing?
MAN
Yeah. Don't worry about it.
PILOT
I wasn't aware that there was anything to worry about.
MAN
They're isn't.
PILOT
Okay, this conversation is going nowhere fast. Where did you get this.
Int- Restaurant: The Pilot stops scanning.
MAN
I can't tell you.
PILOT
Why not?
MAN
He sad he'd make me wish I was dead.
PILOT
Who'd he work for?
MAN
He said he was an unofficial representative of the Federation.
PILOT
Why would a representative of the Federation want this stuff in our hands.
MAN
I honestly couldn't say. So come on, you want the stuff or not?
Int-Restaurant: The Pilot thinks briefly.
PILOT
Sure, I'll take it.
Int-Restaurant: The Pilot hands the Man a PADD. After he and the Pilot enter some commands, the Pilot attaches a small device to each tank. The Man looks suspicious.
PILOT
Transport enhancers.
Int-Restaurant: The Man nods. The Pilot looks out to the darkness of the room.
PILOT
Okay guys, we're not being gypped.
Int-Restaurant: Three men with large particle weapons decloak. They are all dressed like mercenaries, each with a pair of side arms and knives.
PILOT
Like you said, don't worry about it. I just wanted to have some insurance in place in the event that you tried to mess with me.
MAN
Dominion cloaking technology?
PILOT
I was in the war.
MAN
Alright. You know who to avoid while you're in possession of this stuff right?
PILOT
Everyone?
MAN
Pretty much. Especially the Federation.
PILOT
Why the honourable mention?
MAN
They might find out.
PILOT
Who's "they"?
MAN
I'm the only one who was supposed to have this. If they find out that I gave it to you we're both toast.
PILOT
Who are "they"?
MAN
I can't tell you. Just keep yourself off the Federation's scanners would you.
PILOT
Boy, tell me who "they" are or I will beam your dick right off your body.
Int-Restaurant: The Man takes the Pilot over to the bar.
MAN
I don't know who or what they really are, but I've heard rumours.
PILOT
Rumours, like what?
MAN
That there's a secret organisation within the Federation dedicated to its protection by any means it sees fit.
PILOT
Sounds like Section 31.
MAN
Maybe. But all I'm saying is that these people wanted me to have it. And I don't want it.
PILOT
Well, it should pull in a hefty price on the Black Arms market.
Int-Restaurant: There is a loud scream followed by gargling. The two men pull out weapons and sprint to investigate. When they arrive at the barrels, two of the three mercenaries are lying on the floor, their eyes blown out and blood pouring from their ears. The two men immediately point their guns at eachother.
PILOT
What's going on here?
MAN
You tell me, they're your boys.
(V.O)
They're no one's boys, boys.
MAN
Who's that?
(V.O)
I am everyone and everywhere. I am what you people fear the most. I am the embodiment of change.
Int-Restaurant: A Dark Figure appears against the windows in a flash of lightning. The men take aim on the figure and fire. The figure puts out his hands. The pulses of energy part and fly right back at their sources. The two men are torn to pieces. The Dark Figure smiles. He moves over to the tanks. He runs his hand over each of them.
DARK FIGURE (V.O)
The tools of Exodus. Its a bit overwhelming, don't you think?
(FEMALE V.O)
Hey, whatever works for you.
DARK FIGURE (V.O)
This works for me.
(FEMALE V.O)
Ready to go Walter?
WALTER (V.O)
Sure am. Energise.
Int-Resataurant: The tanks beam away.
WALTER (V.O)
Hannah, got a lock on me?
HANNAH (V.O)
Sure do. Just say when.
Int-Restaurant: Walter smiles. He puts his hand out. The window shatters. Walter runs towards the open window. He leaps out. Camera follows him down. He has not lost his smile. When he is about five seconds from hitting the ground, he turns over and looks skyward.
WALTER
Beam me up!!!
Ext-Building: Walter beams away. Some of the particles hit the cement making a bright blue cloud before totally disappearing.