X-FADE TO. EXT-BAJOR,day: Looking down on a lush, green gully from high above. There are several small cirrus clouds hanging around. Below is a sparsely populated rural area. Small houses and cottages connected by dirt roads scatter the land. Also, in and around the homes, are several small lakes and large ponds. Suddenly, a fast moving figure zooms down towards the planet a breakneck speed.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV The image seen is through a visor with computerised readouts monitoring speed, altitude, heart rate etc...
(V.O)
Ready down there?
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE, day: A tall woman with a short but stylised haircut stands looking up. She is wearing dress pants, polished shoes and a black tee shirt. She also has a pair of advanced binoculars. This is Commander DYA TROUSE, of the ENTERPRISE.
TROUSE
Yeah, I'm ready. Hey did anyone ever explain to you how to use one of those suits?
(V.O)
I'll figure it out when the time comes.
TROUSE
Well the time is fast approaching.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV: The altitude indicator reads 10km, 9.9, 9.8, etc...
(V.O)
Yeah I can see that.
TROUSE (V.O)
Well, slow the hell down.
(V.O)
NO!
TROUSE (V.O)
Why not?!
(V.O)
Turn the beacon on Dya or this chat will end sooner than later.
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse removes the binoculars. She leans over and activates a switch on a little black box on the shore. She goes back to looking through the binoculars.
TROUSE (V.O)
Its on.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV: A small red light begins blinking in the upper left corner of the visor.
(V.O)
I see it, thanks.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV-TROUSE: She sees the diver racing towards her.
TROUSE:
You're coming in too sharp.
(V.O)
I'm fine.
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse looks over at the lake. She looks back into the binoculars.
TROUSE
I beg to differ.
(V.O)
What?
TROUSE
I said "I beg to differ".
(V.O)
Yes, but what about?
TROUSE
You're headed right for the lake.
(V.O)
No I'm not.
TROUSE
Yes you are.
CUT TO: FIRST PERSON POV, DIVER: The readout on the visor is warning him that he has ten seconds before impact.
(V.O)
Oh crap.
TROUSE
You bet.
(V.O)
I'm going for it.
TROUSE
Oh boy, you are insane.
(V.O)
Get outta there.
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse removes the binoculars from her eyes and throws them down. She makes a mad dash away from the lake. The diver can now be seen by her naked eyes. He is nearly to the water's surface. Trouse leaps into the air as the diver strikes the water feet first. Time slows to a near frozen image. The diver is creating a massive displacement wave beneath himself. He has nearly forced all the water out of the lake when his suit emits a large cocoon of blue energy. The diver ploughs into the cocoon and rests safely. Time resumes normally and the displaced water charges back into the lake. The man is now at the bottom. Trouse is a little ways away when she wearily gets to her feet. She is completely soaked. She limps to the lakeshore. She looks out over the water. The diver breaks the surface and whips off his helmet. He is MICHAEL MACGREGOR. Trouse gets an infuriated gleam in her eyes.
TROUSE
You asshole!!!
CUT TO. LAKESHORE, TEN MINUTES LATER: MacGregor has changed out of his skydiving suit into a pair of grey slacks and white tee shirt. Trouse is behind a tree changing her shirt. MacGregor finishes putting on a pair of sandels when he comes over to that tree.
MACGREGOR
I know what you're thinking.
TROUSE
Yeah, what's that? That you brazenly disobay a direct medical order to receive thrapy after your brother's death. Or how about grief? I never one saw you at any of the memorials for the colonies, fleets, planets. Oh, and lest not forget your little emotional outbust on that alien that every Betazoid in the quadrent felt.
EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse finishes changing. She steps out from behind the tree now wearing a long sleeved exercise shirt. She forcefully walks to MacGregor.
TROUSE
Listen, this is what you are going to do.
MACGREGOR
Now wait one minute,
TROUSE
You are going to finish this conference, then get back on board the Dionyesus go back to Earth and get some serious psychotharapy because I am really sick of your whole daredevil phase you're going through right now.
MACGREGOR
Dya, the last thing I want or need is some stiff telling me I need to cry more.
TROUSE
I don't think its a matter of tears Mike, I think its a matter of sanity.
MACGREGOR
What the hell are you babbling about?
TROUSE
What am I babbling about?
MACGREGOR
Just tell me Doc.
TROUSE
Oh, I intend to. In the past thirteen months you have done nothing but stunt after stunt. And nearly every time you end up in my sickbay. Why Michael? Just paraphrase it for me.
MACGREGOR
Ever since I was in the presence of that creature I have had no other thought than invincability, power, mentally and physiclly. I feel the incecent need to push myself to the brink.
TROUSE
The brink of what?
MACGREGOR
Corporial being, insanity, I honestly couldn't say.
TROUSE
Well, I still don't get it. Listen, why don't we go back to the city, avoiding the desire to break speed records, and finish this induction.
MACGREGOR
Nothing like welcoming the most pious people in the galaxy into the Federation.
TROUSE
Nothing like it.
EXT-LAKESHORE: MacGregor and Trouse begin to walk down a dirt road.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV The image seen is through a visor with computerised readouts monitoring speed, altitude, heart rate etc...
(V.O)
Ready down there?
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE, day: A tall woman with a short but stylised haircut stands looking up. She is wearing dress pants, polished shoes and a black tee shirt. She also has a pair of advanced binoculars. This is Commander DYA TROUSE, of the ENTERPRISE.
TROUSE
Yeah, I'm ready. Hey did anyone ever explain to you how to use one of those suits?
(V.O)
I'll figure it out when the time comes.
TROUSE
Well the time is fast approaching.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV: The altitude indicator reads 10km, 9.9, 9.8, etc...
(V.O)
Yeah I can see that.
TROUSE (V.O)
Well, slow the hell down.
(V.O)
NO!
TROUSE (V.O)
Why not?!
(V.O)
Turn the beacon on Dya or this chat will end sooner than later.
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse removes the binoculars. She leans over and activates a switch on a little black box on the shore. She goes back to looking through the binoculars.
TROUSE (V.O)
Its on.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV: A small red light begins blinking in the upper left corner of the visor.
(V.O)
I see it, thanks.
CUT TO. FIRST PERSON POV-TROUSE: She sees the diver racing towards her.
TROUSE:
You're coming in too sharp.
(V.O)
I'm fine.
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse looks over at the lake. She looks back into the binoculars.
TROUSE
I beg to differ.
(V.O)
What?
TROUSE
I said "I beg to differ".
(V.O)
Yes, but what about?
TROUSE
You're headed right for the lake.
(V.O)
No I'm not.
TROUSE
Yes you are.
CUT TO: FIRST PERSON POV, DIVER: The readout on the visor is warning him that he has ten seconds before impact.
(V.O)
Oh crap.
TROUSE
You bet.
(V.O)
I'm going for it.
TROUSE
Oh boy, you are insane.
(V.O)
Get outta there.
CUT TO. EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse removes the binoculars from her eyes and throws them down. She makes a mad dash away from the lake. The diver can now be seen by her naked eyes. He is nearly to the water's surface. Trouse leaps into the air as the diver strikes the water feet first. Time slows to a near frozen image. The diver is creating a massive displacement wave beneath himself. He has nearly forced all the water out of the lake when his suit emits a large cocoon of blue energy. The diver ploughs into the cocoon and rests safely. Time resumes normally and the displaced water charges back into the lake. The man is now at the bottom. Trouse is a little ways away when she wearily gets to her feet. She is completely soaked. She limps to the lakeshore. She looks out over the water. The diver breaks the surface and whips off his helmet. He is MICHAEL MACGREGOR. Trouse gets an infuriated gleam in her eyes.
TROUSE
You asshole!!!
CUT TO. LAKESHORE, TEN MINUTES LATER: MacGregor has changed out of his skydiving suit into a pair of grey slacks and white tee shirt. Trouse is behind a tree changing her shirt. MacGregor finishes putting on a pair of sandels when he comes over to that tree.
MACGREGOR
I know what you're thinking.
TROUSE
Yeah, what's that? That you brazenly disobay a direct medical order to receive thrapy after your brother's death. Or how about grief? I never one saw you at any of the memorials for the colonies, fleets, planets. Oh, and lest not forget your little emotional outbust on that alien that every Betazoid in the quadrent felt.
EXT-LAKESHORE: Trouse finishes changing. She steps out from behind the tree now wearing a long sleeved exercise shirt. She forcefully walks to MacGregor.
TROUSE
Listen, this is what you are going to do.
MACGREGOR
Now wait one minute,
TROUSE
You are going to finish this conference, then get back on board the Dionyesus go back to Earth and get some serious psychotharapy because I am really sick of your whole daredevil phase you're going through right now.
MACGREGOR
Dya, the last thing I want or need is some stiff telling me I need to cry more.
TROUSE
I don't think its a matter of tears Mike, I think its a matter of sanity.
MACGREGOR
What the hell are you babbling about?
TROUSE
What am I babbling about?
MACGREGOR
Just tell me Doc.
TROUSE
Oh, I intend to. In the past thirteen months you have done nothing but stunt after stunt. And nearly every time you end up in my sickbay. Why Michael? Just paraphrase it for me.
MACGREGOR
Ever since I was in the presence of that creature I have had no other thought than invincability, power, mentally and physiclly. I feel the incecent need to push myself to the brink.
TROUSE
The brink of what?
MACGREGOR
Corporial being, insanity, I honestly couldn't say.
TROUSE
Well, I still don't get it. Listen, why don't we go back to the city, avoiding the desire to break speed records, and finish this induction.
MACGREGOR
Nothing like welcoming the most pious people in the galaxy into the Federation.
TROUSE
Nothing like it.
EXT-LAKESHORE: MacGregor and Trouse begin to walk down a dirt road.