Star Trek Generations Page #3

DEMORA:

(urgent)

The Lakul's hull integrity is down to twelve percent, sir.

Harriman looks over at Kirk, who has remained quiet during this entire

sequence only through great effort and out of deference to the young

captain. This is a delicate moment- Harriman doesn't want to look

incapable, but at the same time, he needs help.

HARRIMAN:

Captain Kirk, I would appreciate any suggestions you might have.

Kirk is out of his chair like a cork out of a bottle. He moves down to

stand next to Harriman.

KIRK:

(sotto)

First, move us within transporter range and beam those people to the

Enterprise.

Harriman looks at him with surprise.

HARRIMAN:

What about the gravimetric distortions? They'll tear us apart.

KIRK:

(gently)

Risk is part of the game if you want to sit in that chair.

Kirk gives him a supportive look. Harriman buckles down and grimly looks

at the image on the screen.

HARRIMAN:

Helm, close to within transporter range.

Kirk glances at the cameraman, who's still shining the light on them

all.

KIRK:

And second, turn that damned thing off.

The cameraman turns off the light.

CUT TO:

16 EXT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFX-I) 16

The ship edges in yet closer to the crackling ribbon. The tendrils from

the ribbon lash out at the ship, just missing it.

17 INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE17

As before.

DEMORA:

We're within range, sir.

HARRIMAN:

(to lieutenant)

Beam them directly to Sickbay.

CHEKOV:

(concerned)

How big's your medical staff?

HARRIMAN:

(embarrassed)

The medical staff doesn't arrive until Tuesday.

Chekov turns to the two journalists.

CHEKOV:

You and you. You've just become nurses. Let's go.

Chekov and the journalists EXIT to the turbolift.

DEMORA:

Main Engineering reports fluctuations in the warp plasma relays.

SCOTTY:

Bypass the relays and go to auxiliary systems.

The LIEUTENANT is having problems at the aft console.

LIEUTENANT:

Sir, I'm having trouble locking onto them. They appear to be in some

sort of temporal flux.

Kirk turns to Scotty.

KIRK:

Scotty?

Scotty quickly moves to look at the transporter console.

SCOTTY:

What the hell...

Kirk moves to him.

SCOTTY:

Their life signs are are phasing in and out of our space-time continuum.

KIRK:

Phasing? To where?

Scotty begins to work.

NAVIGATOR:

Sir! Their hull's collapsing!

18 EXT. SPACE- THE LAKUL (VFX-I) 18

The ship is destroyed by an energy tendril.

19 INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE19

All eyes on Scotty.

SCOTTY:

I got forty-seven of them (beat, grim) out of one hundred fifty.

Suddenly the ship is rocked violently. Klaxons and alarms start to wail

and the lights flicker on and off. A bulkhead explodes, sending metal

fragments screaming across the Bridge and killing the Navigator. Scotty

quickly takes over the dead man's console.

KIRK:

Report!

DEMORA:

We're caught in a gravimetric field emanating from the trailing edge of

the ribbon.

HARRIMAN:

All engines, full reverse!

20 EXT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B & RIBBON (VFX-I)20

The ship is turning sideways into the wake of the ribbon, but cannot

break away. It is clearly being pulled along, out of control. Tendrils

leap up from the ribbon, lashing against the ship.

21 INT. ENTERPRISE-B- SICKBAY 21

The room is filled with the survivors of the Lakul. They are all members

ofthe El-Aurian race- humanoid and dressed in distinctive clothing. The

survivors are in various states of shock. Many sit on the floor, staring

into middle distance. Some lie on tables, unconscious. Others are

mumbling incoherently to themselves. Chekov and the journalists are

moving from person to person trying to get control of the situation as

the ship is rocked and flung about. Chekov has a tricorder.

SURVIVORS:

(incoherent, overlapping)

The colors are touching me. I'm caught in the glass. Help me...I can see

the seconds...Over here...

CHEKOV:

It will be all right. We're going to take care of you.

He looks at the tricorder.

CHEKOV:

(off tricorder)

Only minor injuries so far. (beat) But it looks like they're all

suffering from some kind of neural shock.

One journalist moves past a man sitting on a biobed with a dazed look on

his face. He has a nasty looking wound on one side of his face. (We will

learn later that this man is named DOCTOR SORAN.)

The journalist is about to turn away when suddenly Soran grabs him

roughly- clearly a man of great strength- and pulls him close. Soran's

eyes are suddenly wild, crazed.

SORAN:

Why, why?

JOURNALIST:

It's all right. You're safe=8A you're on the Enterprise.

SORAN:

No, I have to go... I have to get back. You don't understand! Let me go!

Soran begins to attack the journalist, but before he can do any real

damage, Chekov injects Soran with a hypospray and Soran falls

unconscious.

JOURNALIST:

What was he talking about?

Suddenly a woman with her back toward us stumbles nearby. Chekov quickly

grabs her arm and catches her before she falls.

CHEKOV:

Easy there...

The woman turns around and we see her face for the first time- it's

GUINAN. She seems dazed and confused. Chekov smiles at her warmly.

CHEKOV:

It's going to be okay. Here, just lie down.

As he guides Guinan onto a table

22 INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE (VFX-I)22

Energy ribbon on viewscreen.

DEMORA:

Inertial dampers failing.

SCOTTY:

Engines not responding!

Harriman is gripping the arms of his chair with one hand. His face

pales.

HARRIMAN:

(quiet)

I didn't expect to die my first day on the job.

Kirk tries to buck up the young captain.

KIRK:

(sotto)

The first thing you learn as captain is how to cheat death. (beat, then

louder) Scotty?

SCOTTY:

(outraged)

There's just no way to disrupt a gravimetric field of this magnitude!

DEMORA:

Hull integrity failing.

Kirk looks at Scotty expectantly for a moment.

SCOTTY:

(cont'd)

But I do have a theory...

KIRK:

I thought you might.

SCOTTY:

An anti-matter discharge directly ahead=8A it might disrupt the field

long enough for us to break away.

KIRK:

A photon torpedo?

SCOTTY:

Aye.

KIRK:

(quickly, to Demora)

Load torpedo bays, prepare to fire on my command.

Demora turns to him.

DEMORA:

Captain, we don't have any torpedoes.

Kirk glances at Harriman.

KIRK:

Don't tell me...Tuesday.

Harriman nods, a little embarrassed. The shaking gets worse.

SCOTTY:

Captain, it may be possible to simulate a torpedo blast using a

resonance burst from the main deflector dish.

KIRK:

(onto the idea)

Where are the deflector relays?

DEMORA:

Deck 15, section 21-alpha.

HARRIMAN:

(to Kirk)

I'll go. You have the Bridge.

Harriman heads for the turbolift, and there is a moment as Kirk is

sorely tempted to take command of the ship and sit in the Captain's

chair one more time. But he pulls himself back before Harriman can exit.

KIRK:

No=8A a captain's place is on the Bridge of his ship. (beat) I'll take

care of it.

Harriman nods in acknowledgement. Kirk heads for the turbolift.

KIRK:

(on the move, to Scotty)

Keep her together until I get back.

SCOTTY:

(matter of fact)

I always do.

Kirk smiles as the turbolift doors slide shut.

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