JIROUX
I know you think highly of me Sir, I really do. But why, why for the love of God are you hitting me with this kind of schedule?
MACGREGOR
Two reasons, one, we leave soon. And two, because you're the man.
MacGregor and his gang leaves the room. Trouse stays with Jiroux.
TROUSE Think good thoughts. You're in his good book now Commander.
Trouse leaves. Jiroux begins to follow.
JIROUX With this schedule, I wonder what being on his shit list is like.
CUT TO. INT-TERRA NOVA SPACE STATION, PROMENADE: This area is much like an open office space on three levels. With people, starfleet and independant contracters, walking about their business. Though, there is a sense of tension in the station. People are muttering about war and the Romulans. The fully assembled main command crew walks out of a pair of doors on to the second level and into a swarm of people.
MACGREGOR Alright, Dya, get to the ship and prep your staff. Andy, you do the same.
Fawkes and Trouse head to a lift that leads to the lower level and, in turn, an airlock. Jiroux, Stalar and MacGregor stay on the station. Out one of the windows, the U.S.S WALES leaves the area and heads back to Earth.
MACGREGOR
Alright, you two, get what you need from the station, beat up the commander if needs be. But we have to leave in 12 hours.
JIROUX
Where'll you be if we need you?
MACGREGOR
I'll be in a meeting. You have your orders.
Jiroux and Stalar go about their business. MacGregor keeps walking around the station until he reaches a pair of doors against the outer wall on the second level. He punches in a code and the doors unlock and open.
CUT TO. INT-OFFICE: MacGregor enters. Admiral Styles is waiting for him. MacGregor steps right up to him with an air of agression.
MACGREGOR
It's not the Romulans is it?
STYLES
You're right. Betazoid anscetry is hard to sneak past.
MACGREGOR
Thank God for my Grandmother.
STYLES
I say the same thing every time I think of her.
MACGREGOR
Dad, what the hell are you holding from me?
Styles walks to a window with a view of Pluto, the structures on the surface and the stars behind it. He thinks for a moment.
STYLES It's your job to, not only prove the Romulans aren't responsible, but also get their support.
MacGregor walks close to Styles.
STYLES
I know your Maquis mindset tells you to distrust what I'm saying, but rest assured Michael I am not lying.
MACGREGOR
I know. Belive me, I'd be the first to know if you were.
They face eachother.
STYLES Trust Janeway, she's on your side Michael.
MacGregor pays no heed to his father's advice.
STYLES Would an Admiral go against policy and build a fleet for warr if she didn't think it was right? No. She loves the Federation, she loves Earth. You love Earth, and have a love hate relationship with the Federation. All in all, you two have the same goal. Bringing word to the Federation about a threat they don't belive in. It's your job son, I know you're the right guy to see it though to the end.
Styles begins to leave the room when, near the door, he turns to MacGregor.
STYLES Oh, and Janeway is going to be on Romulus waiting for you so, look you best.
Styles leaves. MacGregor is left standing in the room by himself.
CUT TO. INT-SHUTTLECRAFT, COCKPIT: Jiroux and Stalar are seated at the controls. MacGregor enters. He sits behind the two with a cup of coffee. He seems anxious.
MACGREGOR
Are you two set?
STALAR
We are sir.
MACGREGOR
Then let's meet our baby.
CUT TO. EXT-STATION: The shuttle unlocks from the station and moves off at a steady pace. The heading puts their projected course towards the dark side of Charon, Pluto's moon. The shuttle clears the main shipyards.
CUT TO. EXT-SPACE: Three Vulcan tactical ships are out on manuvers. They are needle nosed plyer shaped ships about 300M long. All are bronze coloured ships.
CUT TO. INT-VULCAN SHIP, T'YARRA: The bridge is a calm, but business oriented envionment. There are no chairs. All crewmembers are standing. The captain is a woman who, if she were human, would be in her late thirties. She has an air of discomfort surrounding her even though years of supression have squeezed out all known emotions. This is Captain LOYA. She looks out over her crew.
LOYA
Status.
CREWMAN
We are maintaining full impulse power heading 556. 987. All systems functioning at full capacity.
LOYA
The boarder?
CREWMAN
No activity captain.
The captain paces for a moment. She then turns to her crew.
LOYA I am going to the engine room, sub commander C...
Loya and the rest of her crew are rocked off their feet as their ship rocks for no apparent reason. After the shaking stops, Loya stands. She is unschathed by the action. Her crew also stands. Though they may be Vulcans, they seem unnerved.
LOYA
Status.
CREWMAN
Unknown captain. Estimates predict a massive subspace disturbance. A fracture in the fabric of space if you will.
LOYA
Where?
The crewman checks his consoles.
LOYA
WHERE!
CREWMAN
Everywhere.
At that moment, all power is lost in the ship. Loya begins to wince. She looks around in fear and anger.
LOYA What is this!
She sees some of her crew turn to eachother in menacing ways. As though they're setting out to kill eachother. Loya fights for control over her emotions to no real avail.
LOYA You're a Vulcan. Control yourself. Control, control, control...
Some of her crew are now attacking eachother. Throwing punches and kicks. Some have begun stranging eachother.
CUT TO. EXT-SPACE: The three Vulcan ships are without power and adrift. All around them, small points of orange light appear. Then, a shadow looms over the three ships.
CUT TO. INT- T'YARRA, BRIDGE: The violence has escalated. Now, people are just outright killing eachother with broken glass. Green Vulcan blood stains the bulkheads. Loya makes it to a communication station.
LOYA This is a general distress call from the Vulcan ship T'YARRA. We've encountered a massive subspace disturbance that seems to affect our emotional control. Not unlike Trellium D in effects, but... YHAAAA!
Loya staggers back from the console with one eye less. Her first officer stands behind her, face spattered in green, holding her eye in his right hand. Loya seems to feel no pain as she rushes the man. She snatches up a piece of broken metal and stabs the man in the face, throat and stomach over and over and over.
CUT TO. EXT-SPACE: The looming shadow over the three ships is revealed to be a cylindically shaped ship over 700KM long. It is a mass unlike any other. A small part of the bow opens and three tenticals whip out. They latch on to the Vulcan ships and draw them in. The portal closes and the mass moves away. In it's wake are a growing number of smaller ships of the same design ethic. Not one is more than 100M long, golden coloured. Hundereds of thousands of these smaller ships exit from the points of light that lead to nowhere. All begin to follow the mothership.