12x22d - "Destiny, pt 4: Grace" by lvsxy808
Summary:

 

The Borg may be gone, but what does a devastated Federation do now?

 

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Categories: Expanded Universes, Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Crossovers Characters: Crusher, Beverly, Dax, Ezri, Doctor, The, Ensemble Cast - DS9, Ensemble Cast - TNG, Ensemble Cast - VOY, Ensemble Cast - Multiple, Kira Nerys, Paris, Tom, Quark, Riker, William, Seven of Nine, Sisko, Benjamin, Torres, B'Elanna, Tuvok, Worf
Genre: Drama
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: DS9 Season 12 - 'Destiny'
Chapters: 6 Completed: Yes Word count: 10362 Read: 4163 Published: 01 Apr 2019 Updated: 01 Apr 2019

1. Teaser by lvsxy808

2. Act One by lvsxy808

3. Act Two by lvsxy808

4. Act Three by lvsxy808

5. Act Four by lvsxy808

6. Act Five by lvsxy808

Teaser by lvsxy808

TEASER

 

FADE IN: 

 

1 EST. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - DAY

 

It is still winter, but the cloud cover has cleared, and the day looks brighter. 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(clears throat)
Hmm-hmm. 
(taps microphone)
Is this thing on? 

 

A chorus of polite but subdued chuckles. 

 

2 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

President BACCO stands at the podium. Behind her along the back wall stand her closest advisors - Admiral AKAAR, chief of staff PIÑIERO, deputies PHIRI and Z4 BLUE. Bodyguard WEXLER keeps a close eye on his charge, while press liaison JOREL pouts at someone else daring to use his podium. 

 

Bacco looks out across the room. It is packed - despite recent events, it seems like every journalist and reporter in the entire Federation has turned up for this briefing. 

 

Now that it comes time to speak, Bacco’s attempt at humour quickly falls away. Her hands are shaking, but she lifts her chin and straightens her back. 

 

BACCO
Citizens of the Federation.
Members of the Council, honoured
ambassadors and guests... this day
has been a long time coming. It is
my pleasure and my honour to be
able to bring you this good news.
The Borg threat... is over. 

 

The ROAR of applause and celebration is deafening. Bacco basks in the sound for a moment, but then Jorel steps forward and employs one his standard glowers of disdain, and the crowd eventually settles back down.

 

BACCO
The officers and crews of four
Starfleet vessels have done what
so much of our marshalled might
could not. 

 

3 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT

 

The four Starfleet ships in question all settle into Earth orbit, given a clear path through the busy field of refugee vessels bringing the natives home. Enterprise, Aventine, Titan and finally a patched-together Voyager

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
A joint effort by the starships
Enterprise, Aventine, Titan and
Voyager has turned the tide,
bringing an end not just to the
Borg’s invasion of our space, but
to the tyranny and oppression of
the Borg throughout this galaxy.

 

4 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

Bacco continues her speech to the Federation’s press... 

 

BACCO
(continuing)
In keeping with all the finest
traditions of Starfleet, these four
crews accomplished this feat not
through violence or brute force,
but through compassion. 

 

5 INT. ENTERPRISE - BRIDGE

 

JEAN-LUC PICARD stands and watches the main viewscreen, as it shows the curve of the familiar blue-green-white world below, and Enterprise’s three sister ships nearby.

 

He turns back to the bridge, in which his first officer WORF is busy organising everyone, handing out assignments, doing his job patiently and flawlessly. Picard feels lucky and grateful to have such a crew beneath him. Over this: 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continued)
They took a chance on their better
angels, reached out to a new ally,
and in so doing transformed the
Borg Collective into something
benign, perhaps even noble. 

 

6 EXT. FEDERATION PARK - DAY

 

SEVEN OF NINE wears her elegant white-furred winter coat, sitting on a glorified deck chair in front of the gleaming white memorial to Kathryn Janeway that dominates this part of the graveyard. Over this: 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continued)
I am reliably informed that across
the Milky Way, trillions of drones
have been liberated, their free
will restored. 

 

Seven turns her left hand over and back again, looking at it in quiet curiosity. She lifts the hand to feel the skin around her left eye. Both are bare of Borg implants - just smooth blemish-free skin. How does she feel about that? 

 

7 INT. VOYAGER - BRIDGE

 

CHAKOTAY sits in the command chair on his ship’s damaged, darkened bridge. Around him the remaining senior officers - PARIS running the helm, LASREN at ops, VORIK at the engineering console - are celebrating their safe return. 

 

Paris slaps Vorik on the back in congratulations. CAMBRIDGE shakes the Vulcan’s hand in wry acknowledgement of their accomplishment, against all his pessimism. Over this: 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continued)
This outcome might feel inadequate
to those among us who want revenge
on the Borg. I understand fully, I
assure you. There is no minimising
the tragedy we have endured.

 

Cambridge turns back to look at Chakotay, and sees that their captain remains as haunted and heartbroken as ever.

 

8 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

Even Bacco herself has to pause and gather her nerves in order to have the courage to say what she has to say next. 

 

BACCO
(continuing)
I am also told, according to even
our most conservative estimates,
that more than sixty-three billion
citizens of the Federation, the
Klingon Empire, the twin Romulan
states and other non-allied worlds
were slaughtered by the Borg
during this invasion. 

 

9 EXT. SPACE - ANDOR ORBIT

 

The debris of the battle in orbit of Andor remains - it has only been a matter of days. As the only ship to survive the battle, the Galaxy-class Venture, soars past us, we see the horribly damaged surface of the Andorian homeworld below.

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
Sixty-three billion lives cut short.
The mind boggles at the scope of
it. Such a horrific crime against
sentience seems to demand a
proportional response. 

 

10 INT. VENTURE - SICKBAY

 

A Galaxy-class sickbay, as seen throughout TNG. As the work to save the lives of the wounded continues, BENJAMIN SISKO stands out of the way, watching, refusing to leave. 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
But we must move beyond hatred
and vengeance. The Borg Collective
as we knew it no longer exists, and
we must remember that those who
carried out its atrocities were
themselves victims, slaves taken
from their worlds and families. 

 

Looking past the medics and their patients, Sisko spies one figure lying unconscious upon a bio-bed, no-one working on him because there is nothing they can do - ELIAS VAUGHN. 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
Now the force that controlled them
is dissolved, and its emancipated
drones have vanished to points
unknown. There is, quite simply,
no-one left to blame. 

 

11 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

Bacco tries to portray a confidence she does not feel... 

 

BACCO
(continuing)
In the aftermath of catastrophe
on this scale, the prospect of
rebuilding appears daunting. Some
might even say it’s impossible to
ever recover. I say it is not only
possible, it is essential.

 

12 INT. TITAN - TUVOK’S QUARTERS

 

TUVOK kneels on the deck before a meditation lamp, staring into the flame and desperately trying to calm his thoughts. 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
We will rebuild those worlds we
lost. We will heal these wounds. 

 

Behind him, at the door of the darkened room, DEANNA TROI stands, with Tuvok’s wife T’PEL greeting her. They speak MOS, trying to discuss Tuvok’s condition with sensitivity. Finally Troi accepts there is nothing she can do right now, and she leaves. T’Pel turns back to her husband... 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
We will reach out not only to our
own wounded people, but to our
allies and neighbours, and even to
those who have called themselves
our rivals or our enemies. 

 

As T’Pel places a hand on his shoulder in quiet comfort, Tuvok does not react.

 

13 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

As Bacco continues, her power grows, voice strengthening as her subject turns to the future. The crowd are with her.

 

BACCO
(continuing)
We will not shrink from the
challenge of raising back up what
the Borg have knocked down. We
will honour the sacrifices of all
those who died to defend us, by
creating a future that they would
have been proud of. We will also
rebuild Starfleet, to guarantee
that all we have gained, through
so much suffering and sacrifice,
shall be defended and preserved.
(beat)
The Federation will rise anew.

 

This time the CLAPPING and CHEERING and STOMPING of feet are thunderous, and this time they will not be stopped. Bacco allows it - it’s good for the people to feel good.
As she begins to feel encouraged herself at last... 

 

 

BLACK OUT

 

 

END OF TEASER

Act One by lvsxy808

ACT ONE

 

FADE IN: 

 

14 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT

 

Focusing on the Enterprise, although the other three ships are still there... 

 

15 INT. ENTERPRISE - CONFERENCE ROOM

 

WORF sits at the head of the table, handing out assignments to his senior staff - CRUSHER (medical), CHEN (contact), KADOHATA (ops), CHOUDHURY (security), ELFIKI (science), LaFORGE (engineering) and HEGOL (counselling). No Picard. 

 

WORF
I made every effort to accommodate
your requests, but you remain
Starfleet officers. Therefore I
have designed a rotating schedule
allowing as many as possible to
take leave, while not neglecting
the maintenance and repair of
the Enterprise. Your assignments. 

 

Worf hands padds out to those sat nearest, who pass them down the line until they all have one. Inspecting them...

 

LaFORGE
Taurik said he’s fine to run
engineering for a while, so I’m
heading home to spend time
with my sister in Mogadishu. 

 

KADOHATA
Me too. Well, not to Mogadishu,
obviously, but to Cestus Three. 

 

CRUSHER
The captain and I will be staying
with his sister-in-law in LaBarre.
Tropp can run sickbay on his own. 

 

LaFORGE
What about you, Worf?

 

WORF
It is my intention to join Chancellor
Martok on the Klingon homeworld.
I am a member of his house... plus
it is a chance to visit Alexander.
After that... 

 

He trails off without finishing, because he is looking at Choudhury, who sits staring at the padd in her hand, not speaking. She has no home or family left to go to. Nearby, Counsellor Hegol seems to have noticed the same thing. 

 

HEGOL
I am happy to stay aboard the
Enterprise for the time being.
I know that Bajor is safe, and
I dare say my services will be
more keenly required here. 

 

ELFIKI
Commander... I see you’ve got a
full week here with none of the
regular command staff on duty. 

 

WORF
(glower)
You yourself are on duty, are you
not, Lieutenant?

 

ELFIKI
But I’m not command staff. You’d
need someone with that authority. 

 

CHEN
That’d be me. 

 

All but Worf turn to look at Chen, the youngest and least experienced officer at the table. 

 

CHEN
Yes, me. Don’t look so surprised,
all of you. I’ve got no family to
visit. I ran away from my mom as
soon as I could and I never even
met my dad. I’m more use here.

 

WORF
Lieutenant Chen has the captain’s
full confidence. 

 

Faces around the room suggest a wry “Okay, if you say so.” Worf glowers to make sure no-one vocalises their concerns. 

 

WORF
You have your schedules. Those
of you who are taking leave, you
may do so as of now. Dismissed. 

 

The company gets to their feet and heads for the doors. Choudhury is one of the last to go. Worf calls out... 

 

WORF
Lieutenant Choudhury...

 

She hesitates. Once they are alone, Worf steps closer... 

 

WORF
Jasminder... are you certain you
would not prefer me to join you? 

 

CHOUDHURY
I appreciate the offer, Worf. But I
don’t need you to hold my hand. 

 

Not unkindly, she pats him on the arm and leaves the room. 

 

16 EST. DEEP SPACE NINE

 

The Cardassian space station, with the Defiant and the Da Vinci docked, and freighters coming and going. 

 

17 INT. DS9 - MAIN OPS CENTRE

 

The door from the commander’s office opens, and RO and GOMEZ emerge into Ops, heading towards the transporter. 

 

RO
It’s been good having you here,
Sonya. And good luck with your
new mission. 

 

GOMEZ
Don’t need luck. We’re miracle
workers, remember? 

 

With a shared smile, Gomez steps onto the transporter. 

 

RO
Mister Candlewood, please beam
Captain Gomez to the Da Vinci

 

CANDLEWOOD
Aye, sir. 

 

CANDLEWOOD works his console. Gomez waves goodbye to Ro, NOG and TENMEI, and then she is gone in a transporter beam. Ro heads down to the central ops table, run by CENN. 

 

RO
Major, give the Da Vinci full
clearance to the wormhole. 

 

NOG
Why, what’s their new mission?

 

RO
Something very important and
prestigious, Lieutenant. Not to
mention a long time coming. 

 

CENN
Docking clamps released, Da Vinci
is on her way. 

 

They all look up to the VIEWSCREEN, which shows Da Vinci pulling away from the station, looping out into open space, and diving into the blue-white mouth of the WORMHOLE. 

 

CANDLEWOOD
Commander! I’ve got the latest
reports from Starfleet Command. 

 

TENMEI
Don’t tell me - it was all a mis-
understanding, and the Borg are
coming to obliterate us after all. 

 

The attempt at gallows humour falls flat, as Candlewood’s face reveals that the message is not good news. 

 

RO
What is it, John? 

 

CANDLEWOOD
Casualty reports. Confirmed deaths
of Starfleet officers. Vessels known
to have been destroyed. 

 

Ro approaches Tenmei and takes hold of her hand. Then she looks up at Candlewood, and says what neither wants to say. 

 

RO
Search the list, Lieutenant. Three
names - Vaughn, Sisko, ch’Thane. 

 

Grasping the solemnity of the task, Candlewood does. A few moments of silence... he looks up in delighted amazement. 

 

CANDLEWOOD
They’re not there.

 

NOG
You’re sure? Check again.

 

CANDLEWOOD
They’re not there, Nog.

 

TENMEI
(happy tears)
They’re alive. They’re alive. 

 

CENN
Thank the Prophets. 

 

As Tenmei runs to share a relieved HUG with Candlewood and Nog, Ro gives Cenn a curious look... 

 

18 INT. VENTURE - SICKBAY

 

Beginning on ELIAS VAUGHN, lying unconscious on a bio-bed. 

 

ROGEIRO (o.s)
He is alive... strictly speaking. 

 

Open out to reveal ROGEIRO stood by the bed with SISKO. The latter is shut down, receiving Rogeiro’s report blankly. 

 

SISKO
But...? 

 

ROGEIRO
But... Doctor Ibelna says that
Captain Vaughn is all but brain
dead. His injuries mean he won’t
survive without life support.

 

SISKO
I’ll have to tell his daughter. 

 

ROGEIRO
One other thing, sir. The reports
of destroyed ships.. there were
some Andorian refugee vessels. 

 

Sisko turns to look across the sickbay, still populated by patients and medics, but the urgency has passed. Sitting on his own against the wall, staring into the middle distance, is SHAR. He is even more emotionally wounded than Sisko. 

 

SISKO
Lieutenant ch’Thane’s family?

 

ROGEIRO
No bodies found, but the ship they
were registered to is on the list.
Shar already lost his mother and
his mentor in the Borg attack on
Laikan. This will kill him. 

 

Sisko turns away. He can’t look, it’s all too much. Rogeiro attempts to cheer him up, not knowing Sisko’s own issues... 

 

ROGEIRO
But the reports say neither Earth
nor Bajor were attacked at all. 

 

SISKO
(distant)
And I wasn’t there.

 

ROGEIRO
Sir...? 

 

SISKO
I begged Zenkar to send me to
Earth or Bajor. He refused. 

 

ROGEIRO
Yes. And both worlds survived. 

 

SISKO
Apparently. And I stayed here, at
Andor... and now a people who were
already on the edge of extinction
have seen millions more killed.
Including everyone Lieutenant
ch’Thane cared about. 

 

ROGEIRO
I don’t see the connection, sir. 

 

SISKO
Maybe not. But I do. 

 

With a brain-dead Vaughn on one side, and an emotionally devastated Shar on the other, Sisko feels the weight of crushing guilt. Somehow, this was all his fault. 

 

19 EST. BAJOR - SISKO’S HOUSE

 

The personal dwelling on Sisko’s private land in Kendra. 

 

20 INT. SISKO’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

 

REBECCA plays with her bodyguard-babysitter JASMINE on the living room floor. In the archway to the kitchen, out of earshot, stand KASIDY and KIRA, wearing her prylar’s robes.

 

KIRA
He’s safe, Kas. You saw the report
Major Cenn passed on - Benjamin’s
name was not on the list. You still
have your husband, and Rebecca
still has her father. 

 

KASIDY
I know. I know. I’ll just feel better
when I can see him, and touch him,
and really know he’s safe. You know?

 

KIRA
You know Starfleet. There’ll be
meetings and discussions and
debriefs for weeks, most likely.
He’ll be home as soon as he can.

 

KASIDY
You must be very happy. 

 

KIRA
What do you mean?

 

KASIDY
Your prayer vigils. The whole planet’s
saying it’s because of you that the
Borg turned back.

 

KIRA
Look, Kas... I don’t care about
publicity or being famous. In
fact, I’d much prefer to not have
either. That’s not why I did it. 

 

KASIDY
I know, Nerys, I wasn’t accusing
you of anything. But... you do
have a tendency to push yourself
to the front of situations. 

 

KIRA
(chuckle)
I think that’s less about wanting
fame than it is an “if you want it
done right, do it yourself” kind
of thing. I’m working on it. 

 

There’s the TRILL of an alert - somebody is calling them. Everyone is suddenly tense, assuming it must be bad. Jasmine gets up and heads over to her jacket hanging by the door, digs in the pocket and pulls out a Bajoran combadge. 

 

JASMINE
This is Sergeant Tey. 

 

ROCHAN (comm)
Sergeant, it’s Major Rochan from
Shikina. Is Prylar Kira with you? 

 

JASMINE
She is. Is there a problem? 

 

ROCHAN (comm)
The Kai wants to see her in her
chambers as soon as possible.

 

JASMINE
(off Kira’s nod)
Understood. She’ll be there. 

 

Jasmine taps the line closed, and all eyes turn to Kira, who has no idea what this could be about. 

 

KIRA
I guess I’m in trouble again. 

 

KASIDY
You want me to go with you? 

 

KIRA
I can handle them. You just keep
an eye on this precious girl. 

 

Ruffling Rebecca’s hair on the way out, Kira waves goodbye to Kasidy and Jasmine, and EXITS. Kasidy remains standing, worrying about everything - Kira, Sisko, Rebecca... 

 

 

BLACK OUT

 

 

END OF ACT ONE

Act Two by lvsxy808

ACT TWO

 

FADE IN: 

 

21 EXT. KLINGON GREAT HALL

 

Heavy spiked boots and a ceremonial cane STOMP their way hesitantly up a slight incline of rubble and dust. As the figure reaches the top, we travel up the body to reveal...

 

...that it is CHANCELLOR MARTOK. The battle-scarred old warrior leans on the cane, his left leg still splinted with long strips of metal scavenged from his damaged ship. He turns slowly to look around, and sees... 

 

...the FIRST CITY of Qo’noS, utterly devastated. Blasted husks of buildings, smoking wreckage and crashed vehicles. He CHOKES from the dust and filth in the air.

 

MARTOK
This is worse even than Praxis.
Seven major cities destroyed...
six members of the High Council
lost in battle... all others missing
in action. 

 

Beside him, WORF wears his Starfleet uniform. 

 

WORF
As of this moment... you are the
High Council. A tempting thought. 

 

MARTOK
The call of ambition is powerful,
I do not deny it. But I will not be
that man. That will not be my
legacy. You have casualty reports?

 

WORF
Preliminary numbers only.

 

MARTOK
Tell me. 

 

WORF
Seventy-seven million, worldwide. 

 

Staring around at the destruction, Martok CHUCKLES. 

 

WORF
Is something amusing, Chancellor? 

 

MARTOK
I was just thinking... that this is
the second time since I became
chancellor that the Great Hall has
been levelled. I could be wrong,
but I think I am the only leader
of the Council to make that claim.

 

WORF
I must take my leave.

 

MARTOK
So soon? 
(off Worf’s 
awkwardness)
Ah - there is a woman. Do not be
ashamed of your passions, Worf.
Jadzia would want you to be happy,
and she looks upon us all with
pride from Sto-Vo-Kor. And, if the
tales are true, then her successor
has brought more honour than the
House of Martok has ever known. 
(beat)
Still, I will tell you something,
Worf... This is no victory. No
songs will be sung of this day. 

 

As the two friends stare out at the destruction... 

 

22 EXT. STARFLEET ACADEMY

 

As seen in numerous previous episodes and movies. 

 

23 INT. STARFLEET ACADEMY - CORRIDOR

 

SEVEN OF NINE strides purposefully down the corridor, in a smart business suit and carrying a folder under her arm. She is trying to get on with her day as if nothing changed. 

 

ICHEB (o.s.)
Seven! 

 

Seven turns sharply, and sees ICHEB running to catch up to her. He is wearing a cadet uniform, and like her, the metal adornments on his face have disappeared. As he nears, Seven gazes at this in shock. Icheb misconstrues her look... 

 

ICHEB
Oh, sorry - Professor Hansen. 

 

SEVEN
Icheb... are you alright? Your
face, your implants...

 

ICHEB
I see the same thing happened
to you. What did it feel like?

 

SEVEN
(glances around, 
evasive)
I do not wish to discuss it. 

 

DOCTOR (o.s.)
Seven! 

 

Exasperated, Seven turns the other way and sees the DOCTOR approaching. This is the ‘real’ Doctor now, not the newborn Doctor that was treating Chakotay.

 

DOCTOR
Excuse me - Professor Hansen. 

 

SEVEN
What can I do for you, Doctor? 

 

DOCTOR
Seven... you’ve been through a
profound change. Both of you have.
Why haven’t you come to see me? 

 

SEVEN
My transformation was courtesy of
the Caeliar - reportedly the most
advanced race ever encountered
by the Federation, and progenitors
of the Borg. I have no intention of
allowing Starfleet to indulge their
inevitable paranoia about the Caeliar
by subjecting me to invasive
medical tests. Neither does Icheb.

 

DOCTOR
Seven - it’s me. I can help. 

 

SEVEN
Do not trouble yourself, Doctor.
I will adapt. 

 

It is clear Seven will not be swayed - there is no-one more stubborn, even when she is so clearly scared and worried. The Doctor can only sigh, and brings up a PADD, deeply troubled by the contents of it. 

 

DOCTOR
Well anyway... I have another
reason to talk to you. Have you
seen this? It’s the destroyed
vessels report. 

 

SEVEN
I have been otherwise occupied.

 

DOCTOR
I still can’t believe it. I’ve been
trying to find a way to talk to
him about it, but - 

 

ICHEB
Talk to who, Doctor? 

 

DOCTOR
Commander Paris. 

 

SEVEN
I was under the impression Mister
Paris was currently at Starfleet
Medical, watching over Mister Kim.
Would you not have seen him? 

 

DOCTOR
I know where he is, Seven. It’s
facing him I can’t quite manage.
I’m sure it’ll be months if not
years before we know everyone
who’s died, but... 

 

SEVEN
Doctor, please come to the point. 

 

The Doctor has been prevaricating, not wanting to face it. 

 

DOCTOR
This morning, there was a report
of shuttle debris found in sector
22093, an unregistered shuttle. 

 

SEVEN
I’m sorry, Doctor, but I still do
not understand the relevance. 

 

DOCTOR
It’s B’Elanna and Miral. It was
their shuttle. That sector saw
heavy fighting between the Borg
and the Klingons, and they must
have got caught in the crossfire.

 

Silence as everyone absorbs that. Seven speaks softly... 

 

SEVEN
B’Elanna and Miral are dead? 

 

ICHEB
Are you sure it’s them? Someone
might have made a mistake... 

 

DOCTOR
Their names are on the list. That
means someone must have identified
whatever was left... I have to tell
Mister Paris, but it’s hard enough
delivering such bad news to
strangers, and Mister Kim’s in a
coma, Tuvok’s on Deneva, I have
no idea where Chakotay is - 

 

SEVEN
I believe I may have an idea to
help, Doctor. Come with me. 

 

Grateful, the Doctor follows as Seven strides on down the corridor. Icheb is left to chase after them in confusion. 

 

ICHEB
Wait - where’s Chakotay? 

 

Seven and the Doctor walk on without answering... 

 

24 EST. ORCAS ISLAND - FROM THE AIR

 

The small group of islands off the North-Western coast of the USA, tucked into the complex series of peninsulas and waterways between Seattle and Vancouver. While there are some small settlements, it is mostly forest and woodland. 

 

25 EXT. ORCAS ISLAND - FOREST

 

The forest is dense and the RAIN is cold and determined, but CHAKOTAY trudges on. Dressed in hardy adventurer’s gear, he fights his way through the underbrush until he reaches a CLEARING in the trees, and a view. 

 

He pauses for a moment to gaze out across the slopes down to the sea, the endless ocean beyond the tree lines, the mountains visible far in the distance. He takes his time - he might as well, since this is going to be his home. 

 

Hefting his rucksack onto his back - survival gear by which a man might live alone in the wilderness for who knows how long - Chakotay turns and forges on into the forest. 

 

26 EXT. DENEVA - PLANET SURFACE

 

A HAND scoops up a palm-full of grey-brown dust, then lets it slip through the fingers back down to the ground. The greasy mixture clings to the skin. 

 

Tuvok stands back up, wiping off his hands on his trousers. He sees his wife T’Pel, who is looking across the blasted ground to the slow parade of mourners of various species. 

 

T’PEL
Why did we come here, husband?
Starfleet told us that nothing of
Deneva had survived, and that
there would be no remains or
relics to recover. 

 

TUVOK
I wished to see this for myself. 

 

T’PEL
We should return to Titan now. 

 

TUVOK
No. I am not ready yet. 

 

T’PEL
There is nothing else for us to
find or do here. Staying longer
serves no purpose. 

 

TUVOK
I do not wish to explain myself,
T’Pel. I will remain here while I
reflect on what has happened.
I would prefer that you stay
with me, but if you wish to
depart, I will not stop you. 

 

Both Vulcans gaze across the heath to the quietly milling crowds, all looking in vain for something to reclaim. A passing wind picks up the dust, kicks it around them. 

 

T’PEL
If you are pondering the details
of our son’s death, I would urge
you to consider that most likely,
it was swift and entailed only
fleeting pain. 

 

TUVOK
The specifics of his demise are
not important. I question his
choice not to escape with Ione
when it was still possible. 

 

T’PEL
Elieth was fully committed to the
service and protection of others.
If he and Ione stayed behind,
they must have considered it
to be the logical choice.

 

TUVOK
I can see no logic in this, T’Pel.
My son... is dead.

 

Tuvok returns to staring into the dusty ground... 

 

27 EST. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - DAY

 

The classic New Orleans restaurant on a bright if cold day. 

 

28 INT. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - DAY

 

The atmosphere is jubilant, with diners filling every table and several more sat at the bar waiting their turn. JOSEPH SISKO holds court as he always does, greeting everyone and generally being the life of the party. 

 

JOSEPH
My son is alive! Did you hear? The
bad guys are gone, and my son the
Starfleet legend is safe and well. 

 

As Joseph continues to move from table to table, checking that everyone is happy with their food and life in general, JAKE and RENA stand together in the kitchen, watching through the service hatch with delighted bemusement. 

 

JAKE
Only last night he was sat out
on that patio, with a drink in his
hand, waiting for death. Now
look at him go.

 

RENA
It’s good to see him so happy. 

 

JAKE
And how are you feeling now? 

 

RENA
I’m feeling great! The Prophets
have saved us all, the Emissary
remains with us, my husband has
an exciting new career beginning
in a few weeks and this jambalaya
is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. 

 

JOSEPH
Damn right it is. 

 

Joseph has passed through into the kitchen. He tears off his apron and rests against the counter for a moment. 

 

JAKE
Y’okay, Grampa? 

 

JOSEPH
I’m fine, just a little... over-
excited, I guess. Don’t you - 

 

His knees BUCKLE, and Joseph plummets to the floor, sending a pan tumbling with a loud CLANG. Rena YELPS in shock. 

 

JAKE
Grampa! 

 

Jake rushes to his grandfather, who is on the floor and clasping his hands to his chest, eyes wide in fear. Out in the restaurant, customers are getting to their feet, having heard the sound. In desperation, Jake turns back to Rena. 

 

JAKE
Call a doctor! NOW! 

 

 

BLACK OUT

 

 

END OF ACT TWO

Act Three by lvsxy808

ACT THREE

 

FADE IN: 

 

29 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR

 

TREIR calls the results at the dabo table...

 

TREIR
Dabo! 

 

...and the crowd CHEERS loudly and enthusiastically. The bar is packed full with Starfleet officers on their breaks, Bajoran civilians, and guest aliens, and all CELEBRATING. 

 

Among them is TENMEI, raising her glass and cheering along with the dabo winners - strangers, but she is in a good mood. Sat opposite her is NOG, who is less celebratory. 

 

NOG
The bar hasn’t been this busy
in weeks. 

 

TENMEI
Your uncle must be happy. 

 

Nog looks across to the bar, where QUARK is running his empire with pride and passion, in his element. 

 

NOG
Guess so. Oh by the way, the Da
Vinci
came back through. They’re
on their way to Earth now.

 

TENMEI
Wish I could have got a chance
to check it out before they left. 

 

NOG
Me too. But they’re on a clock. 

 

A SIP of their drinks, another SHOUT of “Dabo!” from the table, and then Quark is there, cheering along with them. As the winners move off into the crowd and back to the bar to spend their winnings, Quark turns to Nog and Tenmei. 

 

NOG
You’re in an unusually generous
mood, uncle. 

 

QUARK
Fifty-fifth Rule, Nog. 

 

And then he’s on his way. Nog is less than convinced. 

 

TENMEI
Which one’s fifty-fifth again? 

 

NOG
“Take joy from profit, and profit
from joy.” But I think he’s really
back on the thirty-ninth again. 

 

TENMEI
And which one’s that? 

 

NOG
“Never tell your customers more
than they need to know.” 

 

TENMEI
What do you mean? 

 

NOG
That list of destroyed ships...
the Nagus’s personal shuttle
wasn’t on it. 

 

TENMEI
That’s a good thing, isn’t it? 

 

NOG
No... because at least that would
have let us know for sure. As it
is, my uncle has no idea if his
moogie is alive or dead. And I
don’t know if mine is either. 

 

Tenmei turns again to look at Quark, who is heading towards the bar’s store-room... 

 

30 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR - STORE ROOM

 

Quark enters the store room, heading straight for a crate of bottles. He grabs one in each hand... but then stops. 

 

And for a moment, the mask slips. All the joy and happiness was an act. In fact he’s deathly worried for his family. 

 

Then he raises the mask again, turns and heads back out into the bar. As he passes through the door, he raises the bottles in his hands and BRANDISHES them victoriously, to the cheers of the nearby crowd. The door closes behind him. 

 

31 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR

 

Tenmei watches Quark emerge with the bottles held high.

 

TENMEI
I guess it’s like John said.
Everything’s a performance.
Deep down, it’s all fake. 

 

NOG
Where is John anyway? 

 

32 INT. DS9 - CANDLEWOOD’S QUARTERS

 

CANDLEWOOD lifts a box off an anti-grav, carries it over to the coffee table, and places it down. Then he stands and stretches his back out - it’s hard work, this lifting lark. 

 

HETIK comes over and takes John by the waist, massaging his boyfriend’s sore back muscles and leaning in to place a kiss on the back of his neck. John relaxes into it. 

 

Then Hetik goes to pick up another box, lifts it over his head effortlessly, and takes it into the bedroom. John watches with an annoyed pout at how easy he makes it look. 

 

When Hetik emerges from the bedroom, he heads to a space they have made on one side of the living room, which features Hetik’s Bajoran PRAYER MANDALA.

 

Hetik stops for a moment before it, not praying exactly but just appreciating. John joins him, and they stand with arms around each other, gazing into the swirling patterns. The two men KISS comfortably - the plague passed them over. 

 

Hetik moves to grab another box from the anti-grav, and lugs it into the bedroom. Checking that his boyfriend is out of sight, John quickly steps to the front door...

 

...and touches the mezuzah set up on the doorpost. Better safe than sorry.

 

33 INT. TITAN - KERU’S QUARTERS

 

A PHOTO of Lt Sean Hawk (TNG “First Contact”) rests on a shelf. A hand reaches in to pick it up - KERU’s. The burly Trill security chief gazes wistfully at the image of his boyfriend, lost in battle against the Borg years before. 

 

There is no anger anymore, no accusation. With the end of the Borg, Keru can let go of all that, and just enjoy the happy memories. He places the photo back on the shelf, and turns to TORVIG, who watches with quizzically cocked head. 

 

Months ago, the mechanical arms and electronic eyepieces enhancing the diminutive cybernetic kanger-ostrich Choblik engineering cadet reminded Keru too much of the Borg. Now they have worked through their differences and are friends. 

 

Keru pats Torvig affectionately on his furry back, and the two EXIT his quarters into the corridor. 

 

34 INT. TITAN - CREW LOUNGE

 

The door of the Titan’s crew lounge opens, and Keru and Torvig ENTER together - to find the room packed with other people. Here mill dozens of Titan’s crew, of all shapes and sizes and colours and species and genders.

 

Keru and Torvig move into the crowd, who are to a body craning to get a glimpse out of the large picture window at the front of the lounge. The view reveals the Earth below, with Enterprise, Aventine and Voyager in view, as well as the throng of smaller ships moving in and out of orbit. 

 

XIN RA-HAVREII stands looking out at this view, stroking his long white moustache. At the sense of someone new, Ra-Havreii turns... to see MELORA PAZLAR pushing carefully through the crowd in her armature suit. 

 

RA-HAVREII
Good morning, Melora. 

 

PAZLAR
Good morning, Xin. Room for one
more up front?

 

Ra-Havreii glares at the young CATULLAN man next to him... the man moves, allowing Pazlar to step up to the window. The crowd forces the pair in close and intimate. 

 

RA-HAVREII
I thought you hated crowds. 

 

PAZLAR
I do. But I hate missing out even
more. And they had to shut down
my holo-presence network for repairs. 

 

RA-HAVREII
Oh, really? ...That’s a shame. 

 

PAZLAR
I have a theory about the holo-
presence system, you know. 

 

RA-HAVREII
Really? Do tell. 

 

PAZLAR
I think it’s proof that you’re in
love with me. 

 

RA-HAVREII
(choke, splutter)
Ridiculous! I mean... well, love
is, um, such a strong word,
and we’ve hardly - that is - 

 

PAZLAR
Simmer down, Commander. It’s not
the least enticing idea I’ve heard
lately. And some of your past
conquests have assured me that
you know how to be gentle. Which
is important to a girl like me. 

 

Ra-Havreii smiles almost shyly - she has been talking about him with others. About sex. He’s quite flustered. 

 

RA-HAVREII
I confess I find your invitation
almost irresistible, Melora...

 

PAZLAR
Almost? 

 

RA-HAVREII
But... before I surrender to my
passions, and to yours... it’s
vital that I be honest with you. 

 

PAZLAR
About what? 

 

RA-HAVREII
Well, about me. I am... deeply
attracted to you, Melora, and in
ways I haven’t felt about someone
for a long time. But I’m afraid
it’s simply not in my nature
to be, well... monogamous. 

 

PAZLAR
(soft chuckle)
Who’s asking? Let’s just see how
our first date goes, okay? 

 

RA-HAVREII
Okay. Sounds like a plan. 

 

CHRISTINE VALE’s voice comes over the comm system...

 

VALE (comm)
Attention Titan personnel. Muster
starboard for passing honours. 

 

The gathered crowd pushes even closer to the window, trying with all their might to see around corners to the right. 

 

VOICE (o.s.)
Here they come! 

 

Finally into view emerges the Da Vinci. And behind it, the Sabre-class vessel is dragging by means of tractor beam...

 

...the NX-02 Columbia, excavated from the desert planet in the Gamma Quadrant and brought home at last to Earth. 

 

Da Vinci angles itself to present the battered and beaten, but still holding together, centuries-old ship to the many eyes they know are watching this momentous occasion.

 

PAZLAR
Wow... look at that. Sometimes
videos don’t do history justice.

 

RA-HAVREII
(sniffle)
Welcome home, old girl. 

 

As the gathered crowd continues to gaze in awe... 

 

35 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT

 

Da Vinci and Columbia move slowly into orbit, the two smaller ships joining their larger sisters... 

 

36 EXT. DENEVA - PLANET SURFACE

 

CHOUDHURY crouches down to the dusty, oily, grimy surface, scanning what remains of the ground with a tricorder.

 

CHOUDHURY
Close enough. 

 

She stands back up, and turns to WORF. 

 

WORF
Are you sure? 

 

CHOUDHURY
All of Deneva’s a cinder. One patch
of dirt serves as well as any other.
We should get started. 

 

She turns back to the tools she brought with her, and grabs a SHOVEL, handing another to Worf with a smile. 

 

CHOUDHURY
Thank you for doing this with me.
For coming back from Qo’noS. 

 

WORF
Once I had checked on my family,
I could not leave you to face
yours alone. I am honoured that
you would allow me to be here.

 

CHOUDHURY
Ready? 

 

Worf smiles, and they begin to DIG into the ground. After a few minutes of hard labour, they have excavated a pit. They set down the shovels and grab more supplies - she a PACKAGE of chemicals and he a DRUM of water. Both go into the pit. 

 

Finally Choudhury reaches for the final ingredient - a tiny SAPLING of a tree. Worf holds it upright while Choudhury shovels the soil back around it. Then they stand back to observe their work. Choudhury has tears in her eyes. 

 

CHOUDHURY
It’s so... it’s so tiny. 

 

WORF
It is a beginning. 

 

Worf holds Choudhury to him, and they gaze upon the tree... 

 

37 EXT. EARTH - MOGADISHU

 

GEORDI LaFORGE angrily pushes his way through a crowd. We hear the sounds of a SOCCER GAME - but one for school kids. These people are the kids’ parents, cheering eagerly. But Geordi is not - he is trying to escape. 

 

His sister, ARIANA, follows urgently through the path he created, carrying a pair of drinks from the concessions. 

 

ARIANA
Geordi! If that was my kid scoring
a goal and you made me miss it... 

 

He ignores her and forges ahead, until he reaches the top of a hill which looks out over the city of MOGADISHU. There he stops, and Ariana finally catches up to him, handing him his drink then using her spare hand to fix her headdress.

 

ARIANA
Hey - I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

 

LaFORGE
Yes you did. You’ve always hated
Starfleet, you never hid it.

 

ARIANA
Not Starfleet itself. Just the
fact that both parents and my
brother joined it - and I never
got to see any of them. 

 

LaFORGE
It looks the same as always,
doesn’t it? So normal, like
nothing happened. You would
have no idea, seeing this, how
close we came to losing it all.

 

ARIANA
Well that’s not fair. You weren’t
here when things were at their
worst. Wasn’t much normality then. 

 

LaFORGE
Didn’t take you long to go back to
soccer games and picnics, did it?

 

ARIANA
What are we supposed to do? Cover
ourselves in sackcloth and ashes
and beg the universe for mercy?
Life goes on, Geordi. 

 

LaFORGE
For you. Never mind the billions
of people who weren’t so lucky. 
(beat)
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.

 

ARIANA
(sigh)
You need to stop beating yourself
up, Geordi. And you need to stop
feeling guilty.

 

LaFORGE
I... what? That’s ridiculous.
I don’t feel guilty... 

 

ARIANA
I know you better than that,
Geordi. You survived the
Borg when billions died. You
survived the Dominion, Tezwa,
the Remans. You outlived
mom. You outlived Data... 

 

LaFORGE
That’s stupid... I shouldn’t
feel guilty for living... 

 

ARIANA

No... you shouldn’t.

 

The tears are coming to Geordi’s artificial eyes. Ariana gathers her big brother into her arms and holds him. 

 

ARIANA
I’m proud of you, big brother, for
putting on that uniform and going
out there so that we can all live
here safely and have picnics and
play soccer. But I’m also very,
very grateful that you get to
come back every once in a
while and share it with us. 

 

 

FADE OUT

 

 

END OF ACT THREE

Act Four by lvsxy808

ACT FOUR

 

FADE IN: 

 

38 EST. STARFLEET MEDICAL

 

As seen in VOY 7x25 “Endgame, pt 1”... 

 

39 INT. STARFLEET MEDICAL - PRIVATE ROOM

 

HARRY KIM lies unconscious on a bio-bed, all manner of hi-tech health-monitoring devices attached to him. TOM PARIS sits by the bed, balefully watching his injured friend. He is worn out, exhausted both physically and emotionally. 

 

The door to the room creeps open, and Paris looks up... 

 

...to see his mother, JULIA PARIS (last seen VOY 10x11 “Post Mortem”), poking her head into the room. She had been planning on staying strong for his sake, but the moment her son’s arms are around her, the TEARS come full force. 

 

JULIA
My son... I’m so sorry. It’s too
much to bear... How is Harry? 

 

PARIS
They’re going to wake him up
tomorrow. His parents were
here only an hour or so ago,
and Libby an hour before that... 

 

JULIA
Good, that’s good. Tom... do you
know why I’ve come? 

 

An awkward pause. Paris can’t look his mother in the eyes. 

 

PARIS
I think so. It’s the casualty
reports, isn’t it? 
(Julia nods)
Is it about dad? Because - 

 

JULIA
It’s not about your father. 

 

PARIS
Then what is it? 
(no response)
Damn it, mom, say something.

 

JULIA
B’Elanna and Miral are dead. 

 

Paris looks at his mother like she just spoke Sinnravian to him, but his legs know the truth - the strength goes from them and he staggers to the seat. His mother holds him up long enough to get him settled. 

 

JULIA
Debris from B’Elanna’s shuttle was
discovered. Both their names were
on the list. Tom, I’m so sorry. 

 

Suddenly Tom is out of the seat and across the other side of the room, putting distance between them.

 

PARIS
It’s... I mean, that’s it, right? 

 

JULIA
Tom?

 

PARIS
That’s the only proof you have?
Their names on a list?

 

JULIA
Seven of Nine and your Doctor
friend showed me. They confirmed
the remnants of the shuttle, and
identified it as B’Elanna’s. 

 

PARIS
Show me. I wanna see it. 

 

JULIA
Are you sure? 

 

PARIS
I wanna see it, mom. 

 

Reluctantly, Julia digs in her purse and pulls out a PADD, hands it to her son. He reads its contents... and his face hardens, unreadable. Neither sad nor angry. In fact almost relieved - it’s proof, and he can accept it now. 

 

JULIA
Tom... your father loved you. And
he loved B’Elanna, and Miral. He
never meant what he said to you
that night. 

 

PARIS
I know... 

 

JULIA
He was terribly disappointed, of
course, that you two broke up. But
he shouldn’t have blamed you. He
knew there was more to it than
that, he’s just so stubborn - 

 

PARIS
Mom, I know. He told me. He sent
a message, just before... He said
he was sorry. He said... everything
I needed to hear. 

 

Julia is overwhelmed to hear this about her husband - that he did the right thing at the end. She pulls Tom close and holds her son to her breast, lets him weep. 

 

JULIA
You’re so like him, you know that? 

 

PARIS
Like dad? 

 

JULIA
He would have been so proud of
you, of what you’ve done, leading
your crew through this savagery.
It’s what he would have done. 

 

PARIS
Thanks, mom. 

 

40 EXT. BAJOR - ESTABLISHING

 

The central monastery in Ashalla... 

 

41 INT. SHIKINA MONASTERY – KAI’S OFFICE

 

The door opens, and Major ROCHAN shows Prylar KIRA in. She enters and stops in shock - because not only is Kai PRALON sitting behind her desk, but also OPAKA, YEVIR, SOLIS and BELLIS are sitting or standing around the room. 

 

PRALON
Prylar Kira. Thank you for coming. 

 

KIRA
Of course, Eminence. Is there a
problem? 

 

PRALON
Not at all - quite the opposite.
This is a time for celebration.

 

KIRA
I don’t understand. What happened?

 

OPAKA
You happened, Nerys. It was
you who led the vedeks into the
streets. Who brought peace and
love to the people of Bajor when
they needed it most.

 

YEVIR
The Emissary chose well. 

 

Everyone gathers around Kira, who is a little stunned at the attention. Bellis just looks on from afar, pondering.

 

PRALON
That is why we have decided that
this is the only suitable reward. 

 

Pralon reaches into a drawer in her desk, and pulls out an EARRING, of the very elaborate type worn by vedeks. 

 

PRALON
We welcome you to walk with the
Prophets... Vedek Kira Nerys. 

 

KIRA
But your Eminence... I didn’t do
what I did for a reward. 

 

SOLIS
We know, Nerys. That is what makes
the reward so richly deserved. 

 

YEVIR
And everyone in this room agrees
that this is so. 

 

Kira can’t help but look askance at Bellis, whom everyone knows has disapproved of her. Yevir notes the glance... 

 

YEVIR
(continuing)
Everyone in the room. 

 

Bellis accepts Kira’s mistrust without protest - he knows he deserves that and worse. 

 

Turning back to Pralon, Kira reaches out and gingerly takes the earring from the kai’s hand. She can hardly believe it. 

 

But as she nervously, almost jokingly raises it to her ear to see how it feels, the others all congratulate her... 

 

42 INT. DS9 - COMMANDER’S OFFICE

 

The door opens, and Major CENN enters from Ops. RO has been hovering anxiously by her desk, waiting for him, and now stands nervously at his arrival. 

 

RO
Major. Thanks for coming. 
(gestures 
to couches)
Shall we? 

 

Cenn follows Ro to the couch area and sits, but Ro remains standing, pacing. Clearly she has something on her mind. 

 

CENN
Commander... what’s going on?

 

RO
Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.
I’m just... gonna talk for a while,
okay? And I need you to just
listen, and not interrupt. Just
let me get it out.

 

A curious comment, but Cenn accepts it and settles back into the couch, signalling he will listen quietly. She nods and goes back to pacing a little, finding where to start. 

 

RO
Alright. The Borg are gone. No-one
disputes that, we’ve all seen the
visual records. Seems pretty clear
to me that we have these Caeliar
to thank for it. But you, Nath, Kol,
Nerys... every Bajoran as far as I
can tell... ever since it happened
you’ve all been thanking the
Prophets for saving you. 

 

CENN
Well - 

 

Ro points at him and hisses a sharp, angry “zip it” sound, and Cenn falls back into silence. Ro continues to pace. 

 

RO
Now, every neurone in my brain
is telling me that’s ridiculous.
There is no possible coherent path
from A to B to C, that can explain
how anything the Prophets or the
Bajorans did had anything to do
with stopping the Borg. It was
pure coincidence that they turned
back right at the edge of Bajoran
space, and I think it’s silly to try
to read anything into that. 

 

Cenn purses a little but holds his tongue as he promised. 

 

RO
But here’s the thing. Vedek Bellis
said it would happen. He came here
and demanded that Starfleet leave,
because the Prophets would protect
Bajor. And you said the same. You
said the Prophets didn’t need
Starfleet to protect Bajor, they
were going to do it themselves. 
(beat)
And from that perspective, I can’t
deny that it looks like you were
right. Oh, I can come up with all
the rational justifications about
seeing what you want to see and
interpreting everything through
your personal worldview... but I
keep coming back to that point.
That for you - and for everyone
else here, apparently - what you
expected to happen, what you had
faith would happen... did happen.

 

Cenn looks back at her calmly, peacefully, because she’s right - he did have faith, and it was rewarded.

 

RO
In fact, Bellis actually left me a
message a few minutes ago. I let
the system take it ‘cause I didn’t
fancy another slanging match right
now... but he actually apologised
for the way he spoke to me. 
(off Cenn’s surprise)
I know! That’s the biggest miracle
yet if you ask me. I didn’t think he
had it in him, and I was damn sure
I didn’t have it in me. But somehow...
he managed it. And that got me
thinking about Kira. About how she
got the whole damn planet praying,
the whole system, and it didn’t
matter if you were orthodox or
Ohalavar or not religious at all
- everyone prayed together. 
(beat)
And again I thought - well, what
difference is that gonna make? And
maybe it made no difference to the
Borg or the Caeliar. But you know
who it did make a difference to?

 

Cenn smiles - she seems to be getting it. 

 

RO
(continuing)
The Bajoran people. Maybe everyone
else already got this, but I don’t
think it really matters if there’s
any metaphysical consequences to
praying or not... because it’s not
about that. It’s the psychological
consequences, the sense of unity
that comes from everyone doing the
same thing for the same reasons.
(beat)
And who knows, maybe it does have
some physical, measurable effect
on hormones or brain chemistry or
something - that’s for Bashir to
worry about. All I know is, from
watching Kira, from watching the
Bajoran civilians on the station,
from watching you... it works. 

 

Ro stops pacing and turns to face Cenn directly. 

 

RO
Now, don’t get overexcited. I’m
not saying I’ve suddenly come
over all religious. It’s just... I see
a whole planet of people working
together like that, all believing
the same thing, and then rejoicing
when it seemed like everything
they believed came true. A whole
planet of people who understand
something I apparently don’t. And,
can that many people all be wrong? 

 

Finally, Ro sits, taking the couch opposite to Cenn, placing herself level with him. 

 

RO
I’ve never felt that... surety.
That connection. So I guess
what I’m saying is... I’d like you
to talk to me now... about the
Prophets. Will you do that? 

 

Cenn leans forward, closing the distance between them. It’s everything he ever hoped for - of course he will. 

 

 

FADE OUT

 

 

END OF ACT FOUR

Act Five by lvsxy808

ACT FIVE

 

FADE IN: 

 

43 EST. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - DAY

 

Bringing us back to the centre of Federation government. The SOUND of cheers and applause, the press room’s response to Bacco’s speech, still sounds over the top... 

 

44 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

President Bacco has allowed the people their moment to celebrate, but at length she holds up a hand to forestall them, and they fall silent. 

 

BACCO
One more thing. Although Starfleet
will be needed for recovery and
reconstruction, and to render aid
to anyone who needs it, we will
also renew our commitment to its
mission of peaceful exploration,
diplomatic outreach, and open
scientific enquiry. 

 

45 INT. TITAN - BRIDGE

 

A hive of activity as the Titan repairs and prepares. VALE stands at the centre of the organised chaos, while her crew of varied species works around her. Vale watches them all with satisfaction, all her conflicts about this job gone. 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continued)
If not for the Luna project,
exemplified by the Titan and its
mission to put words into action
by showing the galaxy what we are
made of, we might not be here
today. Therefore that mission will
resume immediately - to seek out
new worlds and new civilisations,
and to offer, to those who are
ready, our hand in friendship. 

 

46 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

President Bacco continues her speech...

 

BACCO
(continuing)
There are those who might doubt
our ability to do all of these
things at once. To them I say,
don’t underestimate the United
Federation of Planets. Just because
we suffered the brunt of injuries
in this conflict, don’t assume
we are weak or vulnerable. 

 

47 INT. STARFLEET MEDICAL - PRIVATE WARD

 

PARIS sits still watching over the unconscious KIM. But in his hand, he holds the padd upon which his mother brought the news of B’Elanna and Miral’s death. Over this... 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
With patience and courage, this
can become a time of hope. 

 

Paris looks at the padd, at the news upon it... and SMILES. 

 

48 EXT. SPACE

 

B’Elanna’s two-person slipstream shuttle ZOOMS through open space at high impulse... 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
As long as we remain united...

 

49 INT. SLIPSTREAM SHUTTLE

 

Inside the small shuttle, the same report appears on another PADD held in another hand...

 

OPEN OUT to reveal it is B’ELANNA TORRES, alive and well. Her three-year-old daughter MIRAL sits playing nearby, as the ship around them is almost completely automated. 

 

BACCO (v.o.)
(continuing)
...we will emerge from these dark
and hideous days into a brighter
tomorrow, and we will do so wiser,
stronger and safer than we were. 

 

Smiling at the news of her own death - her and Paris’s plan worked - B’Elanna sets the padd aside and turns back to her joyful daughter, joining the game as the shuttle flies on.

 

50 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM

 

Back to the speech...

 

BACCO
(continuing)
That future will not come about
quickly or easily. But until it
does, never flinch, never
weary, and never despair. 
(beat)
Thank you, and good day. 

 

Finally Bacco steps back from the podium, as the room explodes into more APPLAUSE and CHEERS. Bacco looks at her press liaison JOREL, who points to the panel on the podium. 

 

JOREL
The switch is right there, ma’am. 

 

BACCO
I would never deprive you of the
pleasure, Jorel. 

 

Smiling his thanks, Jorel presses the button... and all the journalists and reporters disappear, their holographic images dissipating. Bacco is left with just her advisors. 

 

BACCO
Thank God that’s over with. 

 

PIÑIERO
It was a wonderful speech, ma’am.
It’s what people needed to hear. 

 

BACCO
It’s what I needed to hear. The
Borg are gone, sure. But now
everything else is up for grabs. 

 

AKAAR
There is certainly the potential
for a period of instability. 

 

BACCO
Instability? We’ve got a dead zone
for a hundred light years around
the Azure Nebula. More than forty
percent of the fleet is destroyed.
Sixty-three billion people are
dead, and our economy’s about to
implode. We’re long past unstable,
Leonard. It’s a whole new ball
game... and we have no idea who’s
playing, or what the rules are.

 

PIÑIERO
That’s what keeps the job
interesting, ma’am. 

 

Bacco gives a faux-withering look at her friend, and then the gathered company turns to file out of the room. 

 

51 INT. ENTERPRISE - CAPTAIN’S LOUNGE

 

A private dining room for the exclusive use of the ship’s commanding officer and his guests. PICARD stands from the table, raising his champagne flute. 

 

PICARD
A toast. May our friendships, like
fine wine, only improve with time’s
advance, and may we always be
blessed with old wine, old friends,
and young cares. Cheers. 

 

Around the table Crusher, Riker, Troi, Dax and Bowers all lift their own glasses and join the toast. 

 

RIKER
Hear, hear. 

 

They all drink, and Picard settles back into his seat. Dax scoops up a small mouthful of chocolate mousse. 

 

DAX
What an amazing dinner. Thank you
for inviting us.

 

TROI
I did try to invite Captain Chakotay
and Commander Paris, but their
ship’s counsellor said they were
both otherwise occupied. 

 

PICARD
A shame. Every commander deserves
to be treated at least once to a meal
in the captain’s lounge. Not only is
the cuisine exquisite, but the view
is spectacular.

 

They all turn to look out the window, at the view of the Earth below them, and the sky filled with ships - the Columbia central among them.

 

RIKER
They really knew how to make
‘em back then, didn’t they?

 

DAX
I think they make ‘em just fine
now, thank you very much.

 

TROI
It is amazing, though. To think of
how much of our history was shaped
by the fate of that one ship.

 

BOWERS
Like the butterfly effect. One
decision today can spell life or
death for billions a hundred years
from now. You just never know.

 

CRUSHER
True. Maybe the universe is more
like the subatomic realm than we
normally think. Full of invisible
effects and unseen consequences.
What do you think, Jean-Luc?

 

PICARD
I think perhaps you’ve all had
enough champagne.

 

They LAUGH - and it feels good to be able to laugh again after such a seemingly endless time of horror and misery.

 

BOWERS
There’s one thing that still
bothers me.

 

RIKER
What’s that, commander?

 

BOWERS
I feel like we didn’t really do
anything. Captain Hernandez
and the Caeliar saved us, while
we just stood and watched.

 

Picard shakes his head and smiles. He can understand why someone might see it that way, but he doesn’t.

 

PICARD
No. We did far more than that.
The Federation saved itself, Mister
Bowers, by doing what it always
does. We worked together - even
when some of us tried not to, too
damaged to see what was necessary.
We pooled our resources. We built
alliances. We took all our gifts and
wove them into a tapestry so
beautiful that it inspired the gods
themselves to come down from
Olympus and fight by our side. We
survived - and not by sinking to
the enemy’s level, but by raising
them up to ours. And... I think we
could all use a little redemption
from time to time.

 

RIKER
Not to repeat myself... but hear hear. 

 

Riker raises his glass again. Crusher is gazing at her husband with love and adoration - this is why she fell in love with him. Dax folds and sets down her napkin, and stands from the table. The others follow her example. 

 

DAX
Sorry to eat and run, but we have
to get back to the Aventine by
1900. We’re expecting new orders
from Starfleet Command. 

 

PICARD
An exploration mission, perhaps?

 

DAX
No such luck. Admiral Nechayev
said the Aventine will be needed
to help with rescue and recovery
efforts for at least the next few
months. Seems like a waste of a
perfectly good slipstream drive if
you ask me. Now that it’s fully
online, I was hoping we’d get to
visit a new galaxy or something.

 

RIKER
A new one? Do you mind if we
finish exploring this one first?

 

Dax stretches up to peck Riker affectionately on the cheek. 

 

DAX
Don’t be silly, Will. That’s what
Starfleet has you for.

 

Chuckles around the room. Dax turns to Picard.

 

DAX
Captain, it’s been a pleasure and
an honour. I hope our paths get
to cross again some day.

 

PICARD
I’m certain they will. But next
time, you’re buying dinner.

 

DAX
You’re on.

 

With polite nods and handshakes all around, Dax and Bowers EXIT the room. Beverly shakes her head in amusement.

 

CRUSHER
She’s something else, alright.

 

TROI
She’s remarkably sure of herself.

 

PICARD
She can’t help it - she’s a Dax.

 

CRUSHER
(gentle warning)
And I’m a Howard.

 

TROI
And I’m a daughter of the Fifth
House, heiress to the Sacred
Chalice of Rixx, and the Holy
Rings of Betazed.
(pause of horror)
And I’m turning into my mother.

 

RIKER
(mutter)
God, I hope not.

 

TROI
What was that?

 

RIKER
(polite smile)
Nothing, dear.

 

TROI
Mmm-hmm.

 

PICARD
(change the subject)
Does Titan have new orders yet?

 

RIKER
Nope. We’re moving to McKinley
Station tomorrow at 0800 for some
upgrades and refits. We’ll find out
what’s next once we’re done with
repairs. I love a surprise.

 

The two women share a knowing glance and a shake of heads.

 

CRUSHER
Listen to you two. You talk like
the biggest things in your lives
are light years away.

 

TROI
Did you forget your new assign-
ments closer to home already?

 

Now the two men exchange a glance - of mock dread.

 

RIKER
Parenthood...

 

PICARD
...the final frontier.

 

CRUSHER
(to Troi)
Have you picked out a name yet?

 

TROI
No. You?

 

CRUSHER
No. It’s been a matter of some...
contention.

 

TROI
I know the feeling.

 

Feeling that it’s perhaps best to get out of there before it gets any worse, Riker turns to Picard, shakes his hand.

 

RIKER
We should go. Don’t tell me to be
careful.

 

PICARD
I wouldn’t dream of it. Be bold.

 

RIKER
That sounds more like the Captain
Picard I know. Good to have you
back, sir.

 

A backslap of comradeship and another cheek-peck, and Riker and Troi are on their way.

 

PICARD
Au revoir, mes amis.

 

And they EXIT. With a sigh of satisfaction, Picard heads to the window. Crusher joins him, takes his hand. Everything feels right, now. Debts settled, promises kept. He’s free.

 

CRUSHER
What will you do in a universe
without the Borg, Jean-Luc?

 

Picard gazes into space, gives the question due thought.

 

PICARD
I’ll hope that our son is born
healthy. I’ll hope that we can be
good parents. I’ll hope that he
can grow up in a galaxy at peace.
(beat, smile)
That’s what I’ll do. I’ll hope.

 

As we pass over Picard and Crusher and THROUGH the window, gazing at the curve of the Earth and the glittering blanket of stars above it...

 

 

FADE OUT

 

 

END OF SHOW

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