Star Trek: First Contact

Locutus.

I am Locutus of Borg.

Resistance is futile.

Authorization, Picard 4-7-alpha-tango.

- Admiral.

- Catch you at a bad time, Jean-Luc?

No, of course not.

I've just received a disturbing report

from Deep Space Five.

Our colony on Ivor Prime

was destroyed this morning.

- Long-range sensors have picked up...

- Yes, I know. The Borg.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50893.5.

The moment I have dreaded

for nearly six years has finally arrived.

The Borg, our most lethal enemy, have

begun an invasion of the Federation,

and this time,

there may be no stopping them.

- How many ships?

- One.

And it's on a direct course for Earth.

They will cross the Federation border

in less than an hour.

Admiral Hayes is mobilizing a fleet

in the Typhon sector.

At maximum warp,

it will take us three hours, 25 minutes...

- We're not going.

- What do you mean, we're not going?

Our orders are

to patrol the Neutral Zone

in case the Romulans decide

to take advantage of the situation.

The Romulans?

Captain, there has been

no unusual activity

along the Romulan border

for the last nine months.

It seems highly unlikely they would

choose this moment to start a conflict.

Does Starfleet feel

we need more shakedown time?

Captain, we've been out in space

nearly a year now. We're ready.

The Enterprise-E is

the most advanced starship in the fleet.

We should be on the frontline.

I have gone over all this with

Starfleet Command. Their orders stand.

Number One, set a course

for the Neutral Zone.

- Bizet?

- Berlioz. What do you have?

We finished our first sensor sweep

of the Neutral Zone.

Fascinating.

Twenty particles of space dust

per cubic meter,

fifty-two ultraviolet radiation spikes

and a class-2 comet.

This is certainly worthy of our attention.

Captain, why are we out here

chasing comets?

Let's just say that Starfleet

has every confidence

in the Enterprise and her crew.

They're just not sure about her captain.

They believe that a man who was once

captured and assimilated by the Borg

should not be put in a situation

where he would face them again.

To do so

would introduce an unstable element

to a critical situation.

That's ridiculous.

Your experience with the Borg

makes you the perfect man

to lead this fight.

Admiral Hayes disagrees.

- Bridge to Captain Picard.

- Go ahead.

We've just received word from the fleet.

They've engaged the Borg.

Mr. Data, put Starfleet frequency 1-4-8-6

on audio.

Aye, sir.

Flagship to Endeavor,

stand by to engage at grid A-15.

Defiant and Bozeman,

fall back to mobile position one.

Acknowledged.

We have it in visual range. A Borg cube

on course 0 mark 2-1-5, speed warp...

We are the Borg. Lower your shields

and surrender your ships.

We will add your biological

and technological distinctiveness

to our own.

Your culture will adapt to service us.

Resistance is futile.

All units, open fire. Remodulate shield...

They've broken through

the defense perimeter...

...toward Earth. Pursuit course...

The cube is changing course.

Defiant, continue to attack.

Flagship to Starfleet Command.

We need reinforcements.

Casualty report is coming in...

...96 dead, 22 wounded

on the Lexington.

Lieutenant Hawk, set a course for Earth.

- Aye, sir.

- Maximum warp.

I'm about to commit

a direct violation of our orders.

Any of you who wish to object

should do so now.

It will be noted in my log.

Captain, I believe I speak

for everyone here, sir, when I say

to hell with our orders.

Red alert! All hands to battle stations!

Engage.

- Report!

- Main power is off-line.

We've lost shields and

our weapons are gone.

Perhaps today is a good day to die.

Prepare for ramming speed!

Sir, there's another starship coming in.

It's the Enterprise.

The Defiant's losing life support.

Bridge to Transporter Room 3.

Beam the Defiant survivors aboard.

Captain, the Admiral's ship

has been destroyed.

What is the status of the Borg cube?

It has sustained heavy damage

to its outer hull.

I am reading fluctuations

in their power grid.

Onscreen.

Number One,

open a channel to the fleet.

Channel open, sir.

This is Captain Picard of the Enterprise.

I'm taking command of the fleet.

Target all of your weapons

onto the following coordinates.

- Fire on my command.

- Sir.

The coordinates you have indicated

do not appear to be a vital system.

Trust me, Data.

The fleet's responded, sir.

They're standing by.

Fire.

- Mr. Hawk, pursuit course. Engage.

- Aye, sir.

What?

I can hear them.

I have a patient here

who insists on coming to the Bridge.

Welcome aboard

the Enterprise-E, Mr. Worf.

Thank you, sir.

- The Defiant?

- Adrift but salvageable.

- Tough little ship.

- Little?

Mr. Worf, we could use some help

at tactical.

You do remember how to fire phasers?

Sensors show chronometric particles

emanating from the sphere.

- They're creating a temporal vortex.

- Time travel.

Data, report.

We appear to be caught

in a temporal wake.

Captain. Earth.

The atmosphere contains

high concentrations of methane,

carbon monoxide and fluorine.

- Life-signs?

- Population, approximately 9 billion.

All Borg.

- How?

- They must've done it in the past.

They went back and assimilated Earth,

changed history.

But if they changed history,

why are we still here?

The temporal wake

must have somehow protected us

from the changes in the timeline.

- Sir, the vortex is collapsing.

- Hold your course, Mr. Hawk.

We must follow them back,

repair whatever damage they've done.

- Come on.

- Good night, Eddie.

Go home.

You're gonna regret this tomorrow.

One of the things you should

have learned about me by now

is that I don't have regrets.

- Come on, Lily. One more round.

- Z. Z, you had enough.

I'm not going up in that thing

with a drunken pilot.

I sure as hell

am not going up there sober.

What is that?

That is the constellation Leo.

No. That.

- It's an ECON!

- After all these years?

We gotta get to the Phoenix.

To hell with the Phoenix.

- Help! Help!

- Hurry! Move out! Move!

This way! Zefram!

Report.

Shields are down, long-range sensors

are off-line, main power's holding.

According to our astrometric readings,

we are in the mid-21st century.

From the radioactive isotopes

in the atmosphere, I would estimate

we have arrived approximately

Makes sense. Most of the major cities

have been destroyed,

very few governments left,

- No resistance.

- Captain.

Mr. Worf, quantum torpedoes.

- Ready, sir.

- Fire.

They were firing at the surface.

Location?

Western hemisphere,

North American continent.

Looks like a missile complex

in central Montana.

Missile complex.

The date.

Data, I need to know the exact date.

April 4th, 2063.

- April 4th, the day before first contact.

- Precisely.

Then the missile complex must be

where Zefram Cochrane is building

his warp ship.

That's what they came here to do,

stop first contact.

How much damage, Lieutenant?

Can't tell.

Long-range sensors are still off-line.

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