13x20 - "Disinformation" (2 of 4) by lvsxy808
Summary:

 

Bajor’s history with Cardassia complicates the Federation’s attempt to ally with them...

 

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Categories: Expanded Universes, Deep Space Nine Characters: Bashir, Julian, Ensemble Cast - DS9, Ensemble Cast - Multiple, Garak, Elim, Kira Nerys, Sisko, Benjamin
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: DS9 Season 13 - 'Typhon Pact'
Chapters: 7 Completed: Yes Word count: 9544 Read: 2769 Published: 15 May 2021 Updated: 15 May 2021

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

7. Meanwhile... by lvsxy808

Teaser by lvsxy808

TEASER

 

FADE IN:

 

1 INT. AENAR UNDERGROUND CITY

 

Picking up immediately after the end of 13x19, with a view of the vast underground complex built right into the icy walls of the cave, once inhabited by the now-extinct Aenar.

SHAR, NOG and TENMEI stare at this view in awe from their icy ledge, while their guide ZH’YEMRE stands by proudly.

 

TENMEI
So the Aenar died out centuries
ago... because they were more
concerned with maintaining their
culture than their numbers?

SHAR
We thought they died out centuries
ago. They were rediscovered in the
twenty-second century, but even
then they refused to mingle with
other Andorians. The end of the
ice age drove them back into their
underground cities in the Northern
Wastes where they could stay cold.
To my knowledge, the last Aenar
died about a hundred years ago.

ZH’YEMRE
Most of their cities that we knew
about were destroyed in the Borg
attack. Ironically, this one was
only rediscovered because of
the Borg attack.

NOG
Shar, this is amazing. Look at all
that room. It’s the perfect place
to house millions of refugees.

TENMEI
Not to mention an object lesson in
not letting pride lead to suicide.

 

Shar smiles, hope filling his face for the first time in what feels like years. It’s beautiful.

 

SHAR
It is more than both those things,
my friends. There are a myriad of
theories as to what caused my
people’s reproductive problems in
the first place. Climate change,
pollution, sin before Uzaveh, or
even that we were never meant
to exist in the first place.
(beat)
But one theory holds that in the
ancient past, when we mixed openly
with the Aenar, both populations
were plentiful. It was only once
society and geography separated
us that our numbers began to fall.

TENMEI
You mean... Aenar interbreeding
added something to your genome
that you couldn’t live without.

SHAR
Perhaps. Doctor zh’Yemre, the city
looks well enough preserved. Have
you found any Aenar remains?

ZH’YEMRE
We’ve barely started excavating.
But you’re right, it is perfectly
preserved. There’s no reason to
think there wouldn’t be remains
buried under the ice somewhere.

NOG
Then you can take samples...

TENMEI
Add them back into your genome...

SHAR
And save our entire species.

 

The three young Starfleet lieutenants throw their arms around each other in elated hugs, WHOOPING with joy. A moment of sheer ecstasy, the path to salvation revealed.

Tenmei even starts jumping up and down in excitement...

...her boots SLIP on the ice, she almost goes tumbling...

...but her friends steady her, and she is saved.

They all LAUGH, overflowing with emotional catharsis.

 

2 EXT. ANDOR - NORTHERN WASTES - EVENING

 

The ice and snow covered mountains in the extreme north of the planet. The narrow path from the tiny settlement and the parked runabout, leading into the mountains and caves with the sheer drop cliff along one side.

And along that path, three unidentified FIGURES creep, all dressed in cold weather gear that completely obscures their identities while leaving plenty of room to fight, and to fire the heavy weapons they are all carrying...

 

BLACK OUT

 

END OF TEASER

Act One by lvsxy808

ACT ONE

 

FADE IN:

 

3 EXT. SPACE - ARGAYA ORBIT

 

PAN across the three Cardassian Galor-class warships as their weapons systems power up...

...then across the convoy of largely defenceless passenger cruisers, with only the Defiant to protect them...

 

4 INT. DEFIANT - BRIDGE

 

Cmdr RO settles comfortably into her command chair...

 

RO
Red alert. Battle stations.

 

The Defiant goes to RED ALERT. CANDLEWOOD at sciences...

 

CANDLEWOOD
Commander! There’s a comm signal
coming in - I think...

RO
(not the time!)
Is there or isn’t there, John?

CANDLEWOOD
There is, but it’s not for us. It’s
from the surface to Mogad.

RO
Then how are we reading it? Did
you tap into their comms?

CANDLEWOOD
I didn’t need to. There’s a sub-
channel with our transponder code.

RO
(grin)
Nice work, Nath. On speakers.

 

Candlewood works the panels, and the COMM comes to life with the voices of the two Cardassians - MOGAD and MACET. The Defiant’s bridge crew silently listen as they talk...

 

MOGAD (comm)
(cutting in
mid-argument)
- not our concern! Let Starfleet
take care of their own vagrants,
we should not do it for them.

MACET (comm)
(threatening)
Cardassia has signed an agreement
to allow those colonists to settle on
Argaya, Mogad. And as a servant
of Cardassia, you will abide by it...
or face the consequences.

MOGAD (comm)
(sneer of disdain)
I barely recognise the Cardassia
you are asking me to serve, Macet.
Dukat may have been a madman
but at least he didn’t let Starfleet
drive him like a riding hound.

MACET (comm)
Do you want to go back to the days
of Dukat, Mogad? To the days when
disloyal citizens would disappear
in broad daylight, fates already
sealed, and no-one would raise
a voice for fear of suffering the
same? I would be happy to oblige.

 

Mogad does not reply, seething silently. Ro smiles.

Alerts on ALECO’s tactical console - he checks, gets Ro’s attention. Ro turns to Candlewood, does the ‘cut-throat’ gesture. Candlewood gets the message, cuts the signal.

 

ALECO
All three ships have now powered
down their weapons arrays again,
and Gul Mogad is hailing.

 

Ro smothers her grin of smugness, settles into her seat.

 

RO
On screen.

 

VIEWSCREEN

 

...shows MOGAD, likewise schooling his features even though he is clearly unhappy about what he is being forced to do.

 

MOGAD (screen)
Commander Ro. Given the current
cordial relationship between our
two governments, we have decided
to be magnanimous. You and your
fleet may remain in the Argaya
system while my...
(covers sneer)
...superiors request clarification
on the terms of our agreement.

RO
(poker face)
We thank you for your generosity,
Gul Mogad. And the colonists?

MOGAD (screen)
They are in no danger. However I
must request that they not beam
to the surface just yet - we are not
sufficiently prepared for them.

RO
I see. I would ask, Gul, that you
conclude your preparations, and
your clarifications, as soon as
possible. My people are eager
to take advantage of your very
kind offer to take care of them.

 

Mogad nods stiffly and cuts the signal. Ro thoroughly enjoyed how much Mogad hated having to do that.

She gets up from her chair, heads for the EXIT...

 

RO
Alright - I need to go talk to Starfleet
Command. John, you’ve got the bridge.

 

Candlewood intercepts her half way...

 

CANDLEWOOD
Actually, Commander, I wondered
if I might have ten minutes to
make a call of my own...?

 

He wants to talk to Hetik - and Ro is feeling indulgent.

 

RO
Fine. Vel - you’ve got the bridge.

 

Ro EXITS one way, Candlewood gratefully EXITS the other.

 

5 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE

 

Currently without Defiant or passenger liners...

 

6 INT. DS9 - CANDLEWOOD’S QUARTERS

 

Candlewood appears on a comm screen, talking to HETIK...

 

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
I’m sorry, babe. Looks like this
mission is gonna take longer than
I thought. The Cardassians are
playing hard to get. But I’ll be
home as soon as I can, promise.

HETIK
What does that mean - hard to get?

 

Candlewood pauses, thrown - that’s not the part he expected Hetik to question.

 

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
Oh - I just mean they’re messing
about with letting the colonists
beam down to Argaya or not.
Don’t worry, it’ll all work out.

HETIK
I did tell you this was a bad idea
from the start. And now see.

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
Oh, don’t let’s start this again.
It’s just a misunderstanding, Ro’s
talking to Starfleet right now.

HETIK
Uh-huh. What about the refugees,
where are they right now? They’re
still stuck on the convoy ships,
am I right?

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
Well, yeah, but...

HETIK
Cardassians will never care about
people in need, John. Not their
own, and certainly not ours.

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
Macet’s trying to change that.

HETIK
And how’s that going for him? It’s
an uphill battle, isn’t it? I wish
him all luck, John, I really do.
But I have no faith it’ll work.

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
Look, I’m supposed to be on the
bridge anyway. Can we put a pin
in this until I get back?

HETIK
Just don’t expect me to change my
mind. Stay safe, John. Love you.

CANDLEWOOD (screen)
Love you too.

 

The signal drops. Hetik sits at the computer desk in their shared quarters... why can’t John see how wrong this is?

 

7 EXT. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - DAY

 

The centre of Federation government in Paris...

 

8 INT. PALAIS – PRESIDENT’S OFFICE - DAY

 

President BACCO stands from her desk, smoothes her clothes. The door is opened by her personal security agent WEXLER...

...and GARAK strolls amiably in, placid and smiling.

 

GARAK
Madam President. A pleasure as always.

BACCO
Mister Ambassador. Thank you for
coming at such short notice.

GARAK
Not at all, I’m at your disposal.

 

She gestures him to the guest chair - they both sit.

 

BACCO
Really. Then perhaps you can
indulge me with an explanation
for what the hell is going on in
the Argaya system right now?

 

Garak smiles demurely - he will not rise to Bacco’s bait.

 

GARAK
To what exactly are you referring,
Madam President?

BACCO
Mister Ambassador, neither of us
are stupid, and witty repartée
does no good for those colonists.

GARAK
I always rather thought it was
its own reward.

BACCO
The Federation made this agreement
to settle refugees in the Lyshan,
Solarion and Argaya systems in
good faith. The Cardassian Union
does not appear to be holding up
its end of the bargain.

GARAK
The agreement remains in place, I
assure you. My people simply need
a little more time to... iron out the
wrinkles before we proceed.

BACCO
That’s not what I heard. Commander
Ro’s report said that one of your
Guls threatened to open fire on
a convoy packed with civilians.
I’m no lawyer but that sounds an
awful lot like a war crime to me.

GARAK
It would be disturbing, no doubt,
had anything actually happened.
Fortunately for us all, it didn’t.

BACCO
(sigh, change tack)
Mister Garak... we’ve spent the
last year doing favours for each
other. We gave you those systems.

GARAK
In return for our support in your
conflict with the Borg, yes.

BACCO
It was everyone’s conflict, don’t
mistake that. You were helping
yourselves as much as us. And yet
we still gave you those systems.

GARAK
Are you now about to suggest
we owe you a favour?

BACCO
Maybe more than one. We did just
send one of our ships into enemy
territory to help you extract an
undercover spy.

GARAK
Which in turn helped you to avoid
a war with the Tzenkethi. We both
benefitted and suffered equally
for those agreements.

BACCO
Sounds like a solid basis for an
alliance to me.

GARAK
(sly smile)
It’s well known that human hearing
is more acute than a Cardassian’s.

BACCO
So that’s it - no home for those
refugees, no chance of Cardassia
joining the Khitomer Accords.

GARAK
Ah - now I’m afraid you’re hearing
things that aren’t there, ma’am.
I’ve said no such thing. I’m only
asking for time for Cardassia to
resolve some trivial minutiae.

BACCO
Those people don’t have a lot
of time left, Ambassador.

GARAK
Perhaps. But unless you allow us
to take care of those minutiae I
mentioned first, they may have
even less time than you think.

 

Off Bacco’s unhappiness with that...

 

9 EXT. ANDOR - NORTHERN WASTES - NIGHT

 

Re-establishing the Andorian arctic, now at night...

 

10 INT. ANDORIAN ICE TUNNEL

 

Shar, Tenmei, Nog and zh’Yemre now have their heavy winter coats back on, and they trudge along the ice-packed tunnel away from the Aenar city back towards open air. Tenmei has her tricorder out, and is inspecting its readings.

 

TENMEI
Forgive me for making the obvious
pun, but if these readings are
right, then what we just saw in
there is the tip of the iceberg.

ZH’YEMRE
You’re right. There’s a lot more
of the city still buried in ice.

SHAR
I’ve seen images of the Aenar city
discovered in the twenty-second
century. They are not identical.

ZH’YEMRE
We think this place must predate
that city by almost a thousand
years. Definitely pre-industrial
by any modern measure, but
they didn’t let that stop them.

TENMEI
(puts away
tricorder)
Well, my main priority right now
is to get back to that runabout
and have a nice hot cup of tea.

NOG
I can call ahead and get the ship
warming up for you if you want.
(taps badge)
Nog to Rio Grande - begin pre-
flight procedures.

 

No response from the Rio Grande. A moment. Nog tries again.

 

NOG
Rio Grande, respond.

TENMEI
Could the weather be interfering?

NOG
Starfleet tech is a little more
robust than that, Prynn.

ZH’YEMRE
None of our equipment should
be blocking your comms either.

 

They reach a turn in the tunnel, all take the curve...

...and from the dark opening of the tunnel ahead of them comes three bright PHASER SHOTS, aiming right for them.

The phaser beams SCREECH and REBOUND off the ice walls, BLINDING them with reflected light.

 

NOG
Back! Get back!

 

The three Starfleet officers’ training kicks in - they grab hold of zh’Yemre and pull her back behind the corner.

 

ZH’YEMRE
What’s going on?

SHAR
We’re under attack.

 

BLACK OUT

 

END OF ACT ONE

Act Two by lvsxy808

ACT TWO

 

FADE IN:

 

11 INT. ANDORIAN ICE TUNNEL

 

Shar, Tenmei, Nog and zh’Yemre take cover around the corner of the tunnel, as more PHASER BEAMS screech and ricochet...

 

TENMEI
Is that the only way out of here?

ZH’YEMRE
I’m afraid so.

NOG
We’ll have to fight our way out.

 

Nog reaches into his coat, pulls out his own PHASER. Shar immediately moves to stop him...

 

SHAR
No, Nog. Remember what Minister
ch’Lhren said - if we hurt them,
even in self-defence, they’ll just
use it as propaganda against us.

TENMEI
We need to get to the runabout.
But how? We can’t beam straight
to it without a comm connection.

SHAR
Prynn - give me your tricorder.

 

Tenmei wrestles out her tricorder, hands it to Shar. He rips off his gloves so his hands can move more quickly.

 

SHAR
Raise your hoods and goggles, and
be ready to run. Don’t stop until
you reach the runabout.

ZH’YEMRE
Leave me, I’ll only slow you down.

SHAR
This tunnel will be no safer soon.

 

Shar sees that the other three have done as he instructed. He feels no need to do it himself - he can handle it.

He works the tricorder, and like in 12x05 “Trial and Error” an ear-piercing SQUEAL is emitted, echoing and amplifying off the icy walls. They cringe and shudder from the noise.

The tunnel SHAKES, ice cracking and crumbling, flakes falling to the ground. The phaser bolts stop...

 

SHAR
Now!

 

All four run for their lives... around the corner, towards the dark EXIT, the tunnel collapsing in on itself...

 

12 EXT. ANDOR - NORTHERN WASTES - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

 

...and out into the open night air, past two of the FIGURES on their knees, struggling to function through the horrific NOISE coming from the tricorder still in Shar’s hand...

TENMEI in the lead along the terrifyingly narrow path...

SNOW and stinging ICE shards making visibility near-zero...

NOG in the middle, unable to not look at the terrifyingly steep cliff to one side even as he runs after Tenmei...

SHAR in the rear, helping zh’Yemre along with one hand, the other holding out the tricorder like a warding charm...

The environment SHAKING at the vomit-inducing SQUEAL, the path disintegrating, getting narrower all the time...

The RUNABOUT appearing through the snow, home safe...

But the third FIGURE is holding position next to it. He raises his big heavy weapon, ready to fire...

Tenmei DROPS to the snowy ground, using her extreme sports skills to SKID along the ice on the edge of her boots...

...and KICKS the figure’s legs out from under him, his shot going wild into the snowstorm...

...and he goes TUMBLING over the edge of the cliff, YELLING in horror as he falls, all sight of him lost in the snow...

Tenmei watches him go, appalled...

Nog reaches the runabout hatch, works the controls...

And Shar and zh’Yemre are the first ones through. Nog helps Tenmei up off the ground, and they enter too...

 

13 INT. RUNABOUT - COCKPIT

 

Inside, Tenmei finds Shar already working feverishly on the emergency transporter controls at the rear of the cockpit.

 

TENMEI
Shar... one of them fell...

SHAR
I know. Just get us in the air.
Nog, the cargo hold - I need a
makeshift brig, quickly.

 

Tenmei runs to the helm, starts work. Nog runs off-screen to the rear. zh’Yemre staggers to a seat, out of the way...

...and Shar is still working with pinpoint focus...

 

14 EXT. ANDOR - NORTHERN WASTES - NIGHT

 

The runabout LIFTS AWAY from the cracking ground-ice, now supporting itself on thrusters and in no danger...

The two FIGURES by the tunnel entrance, one unconscious from a fallen ice chunk, the other looking up at the rising runabout in disgust, their mission failed...

...and they both DEMATERIALISE in a transporter beam...

The third FIGURE, free-falling down the side of the sheer mountainside, SCREAMING all the way...

...and he too DEMATERIALISES in mid-fall...

 

15 SHAR

 

...working the transporter controls. He shouts urgently...

 

SHAR
Nog! Are you ready? I can only
hold three people in transporter
suspension for a few moments...

 

16 NOG

 

...quickly swapping isolinear chips and shunting machinery. He steps out the way, presses a control - a FORCEFIELD pops into place covering a small cubicle area...

 

NOG
Yes! Do it!

 

17 SHAR

 

...hits one last control victoriously...

 

18 NOG

 

...watches as the three FIGURES rematerialise into his makeshift brig in various undignified poses. The one who was falling THUDS to the deck with an audible OOF.

 

NOG
They’re safe. Prynn, get us back
to the capital.

 

19 BACK TO SCENE

 

Tenmei PULLS the runabout up through the storm, and they are on their way. Shar finally turns to zh’Yemre...

 

SHAR
Doctor zh’Yemre, I must apologise.
It seems we might have destroyed
the entrance to your expedition.

 

But the civilian scientist is just looking at the Starfleet officers with amazement and stunned admiration.

 

ZH’YEMRE
We dug it once, we can dig it again.
The city itself is safe. But you, all
of you...
(no words)
...I have never seen anything like
it. Starfleet is truly remarkable.

TENMEI
I only wish more of your people
felt the same way, Doctor.

 

20 EXT. ANDOR - NORTHERN WASTES - NIGHT

 

The runabout flies UP, trying to escape the snowstorm...

 

21 EXT. SPACE - ANDOR ORBIT

 

The Galaxy-class Robinson in standard orbit over Andor...

 

22 INT. ROBINSON - MAIN ENGINEERING

 

SISKO guides CH’LHREN, the Presider’s security minister, on a tour of the ship - and he would just as soon be anywhere else. As they pore over the Master Systems Display...

 

CH’LHREN
Starfleet computer technology has
always been very impressive.
(off Sisko’s look)
I was not always the Presider’s
minister of security, Captain -
in fact I was once a Starfleet
computer specialist myself.

SISKO
Ah yes, aboard the Trinculo during
the Dominion War. My security
chief provided me with your file.

CH’LHREN
Correct - although I would stress
that my role in that conflict was
nothing memorable. Certainly not
compared to your illustrious self.

SISKO
Every member of Starfleet plays
a vital role, Minister ch’Lhren -
especially computer specialists.
(gestures around)
Most of this wouldn’t work without
the right computers, much less the
people who take care of them.

CH’LHREN
Regardless, that part of my life is
behind me. I serve the people of
Andor now. It seemed the thing
to do after all that’s happened.

SISKO
Yes... Starfleet has seen a lot of
resignations, lots of people going
home to help with rebuilding.

CH’LHREN
But not yourself?

 

Sisko darkens, turns inside with thoughts of Kasidy...

 

SISKO
No. I’m better off here.

CH’LHREN
In the interests of preparing you
for the conference, I must inform
you that there are many Andorians
who feel the Federation failed us
during the Borg attacks.

 

On Sisko as he remembers...

 

FLASHBACK - 12x21 “FRIENDLY FIRE”

 

Mid-battle over Andor...

 

SISKO
All hands, brace for impact!

 

Sisko is thrown to the deck as a fragment of Borg cube IMPACTS the New York right on the bridge dome...

 

FLASHBACK - 12x21 “FRIENDLY FIRE”

 

He sees Vaughn’s ship heading straight for the Borg ship...

 

SISKO
Elias... no! Pull up!

 

FLASHBACK - 13x01 “THE RECOVERY POSITION”

 

Sisko stands over Vaughn’s brain-dead body in sickbay...

 

SISKO
It’s started, Elias.

 

BACK TO SCENE

 

The Andorian seems honest, guileless. But under a mask of perfect calm, Sisko is a roiling mass of guilt and anger.

 

SISKO
(haunted whisper)
Starfleet did everything we could.
You know what the Borg were like.

CH’LHREN
Indeed I do, Captain. But there are
those among my people who feel
that Starfleet gave up on certain
planets because it believed they
were beyond saving.

SISKO
(colder and colder)
More than a dozen ships sacrificed
themselves over this world. I’m not
sure how anyone could view that
as giving up on Andor.

CH’LHREN
(helpless shrug)
I’m afraid that chaos breeds all
manner of perspectives.

 

Does this guy want to get punched? Sisko is on the edge...

 

SISKO
I’m sorry, Minister. I need to check
in with the bridge.

CH’LHREN
If I’ve given offence -

SISKO
It’s nothing like that. I simply lost
track of time. Excuse me...

CH’LHREN
Of course, Captain. There is much
here to hold my interest.

 

Sisko half-bows, and gets the hell out of there.

 

 

23 EXT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA BUILDING - EVENING

 

Returning us to the new Andorian capital building...

 

 

24 INT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA - CH’LHREN’S OFFICE

 

Later that day, ch’Lhren ENTERS his office, a small window-less box without the frippery of the Presider’s rooms. He locks the door behind him, moves smoothly to his desk, and enters the keypad combination to unlock the first drawer.

Inside the drawer is another box, another keypad. ch’Lhren types in a code, then leans over and lets the box SCAN his eye. It beeps affirmatively and pops open.

Inside the box is a small portable computer, non-Starfleet, deliberately generic and untraceable. He types entries into it, waits as it performs a sensor sweep...

 

SCANNING... SCANNING... 
NO COVERT DEVICES DETECTED

 

Satisfied, ch’Lhren types more entries into the computer.

 

CONNECTING... 
CONNECTING...

 

25 FLASHBACK - EARLIER

 

ch’Lhren watches Sisko walk out of Main Engineering, eager to escape... exactly as ch’Lhren intended.

Covering a sly smile, ch’Lhren turns back to gaze upon the Master Systems Display, now without any Starfleet officer to make sure he doesn’t touch anything he shouldn’t.

In the guise of reading the panels, he slips a HAND under the console, reaches into a shadowed corner where passing eyes will never spot it, and attaches a tiny round DEVICE.

ch’Lhren strolls away quite calmly. But beneath the master console, a RED LIGHT blinks three times and then goes dead.

 

26 BACK TO SCENE

 

ch’Lhren’s computer displays...

 

CONNECTION ESTABLISHED... 
ACCESS GRANTED

 

The small screen becomes a standard Starfleet LCARS display and quickly floods with information, reams and reams of computer data, all under the label USS ROBINSON NCC 71842.

ch’Lhren sits back, reads the data, and smiles...

 

BLACK OUT

 

END OF ACT TWO

Act Three by lvsxy808

ACT THREE

 

FADE IN:

 

27 EXT. SPACE - ARGAYA ORBIT

 

The Cardassian ships, the Defiant, and the convoy...

 

28 INT. ARGAYA BASE - PUBLIC AREA

 

A general reception area. A XEPOLITE female, UWO, stomps unhappily into the room. EVIK turns at her arrival...

 

UWO
What the hell is Starfleet doing?

EVIK
Miss Uwo, I assure you that I am
just as frustrated as you.

UWO
I doubt that, Mister Evik. I have
been separated from my cousins on
Bajor for months. I came here with
you expecting to find them waiting
with open arms. But now I hear
they are forbidden to beam down?

EVIK
Not forbidden, just delayed. I’m
working closely with Legate Macet,
and I know that Commander Ro is
in contact with Starfleet Command.

UWO
(sarcastic)
Oh well, I’m sure everything will
be fine, then. Because Starfleet
never fails.

 

Evik does not appreciate that tone, but keeps his temper...

 

EVIK
Starfleet may fail, Miss Uwo, but it
always tries its best.

UWO
The obliterated Xepolite homeworld
begs to differ.

EVIK
You’re being unfair.

UWO
Very possibly. But there are a lot
of people in this galaxy who are
tired of being at Starfleet and the
Federation’s mercy. You should
keep that in mind, Mister Evik.

 

Uwo turns and stomps back out of the room again, leaving Evik worried about yet more unhappy people...

 

29 INT. DEFIANT - READY ROOM

 

Ro alone behind the desk, Admiral AKAAR on the screen...

 

RO
What is taking so long, Admiral?

AKAAR (screen)
The president is currently using
all the diplomatic pressure at her
disposal to resolve the situation.

RO
(roll eyes)
“Diplomatic pressure” - great. I
remember Starfleet’s “diplomatic
pressure” over the Cardassians’
invasion of my homeworld. How
about you get off your thrones
and do something, instead?

AKAAR (screen)
(blank, even)
I might remind you, Commander,
that the freedom afforded to you
by our personal relationship is
not infinite. Please take care
with your tone.

 

Ro bites her tongue, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath.

 

RO
I’m sorry, Admiral. You’re right.
But there are people, real actual
people sealed up in tin cans here
while Cardassia and the Federation
play their diplomatic games.
They just want to go home.

AKAAR (screen)
The president is keenly aware of
that, Ro.
(tiny smile)
Neither she nor I require a mere
commander skipping over multiple
links in the chain of command to
tell us what we already know.

 

Ro knows enough to recognise when Akaar is actually making a joke, not dressing her down for once. She shrugs...

 

RO
As Quark would say, what’s the
point of having contacts if you
don’t use them?

 

Off Akaar’s distinctly subtle amusement...

 

30 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR

 

QUARK on the rampage, thundering towards the bar...

 

QUARK
Where have you been? You’re late!

 

HETIK steps behind the bar, checks a padd for any updates. For once, he will not submit - he gives it back full force.

 

HETIK
Don’t start with me today, Quark.
I am not in the mood.

 

Before Quark can launch into a top-level tirade in front of the lunch crowd, TREIR is there, pushing them apart.

 

TREIR
Hey hey hey - opposite corners.
Remember you’re in public.
(shoos Quark 
away)
Go.

 

Quark actually does as Treir tells him, reluctantly. Treir takes an equally reluctant Hetik by the arm and drags him to the quiet corner behind the bar, by the storeroom.

 

TREIR
What the hell was that?

HETIK
Nothing. I just don’t need Quark’s
usual crap right now.

TREIR
And I’m not buying it. Try again.

 

Hetik relents - he may as well confide in someone.

 

HETIK
John’s not coming back, not yet.
The Defiant’s having trouble with
the Cardassians. And... we had
another stupid fight.

TREIR
I’m sorry. But you’ve had fights
before, you always get through
it okay in the end.

HETIK
I know... but I keep thinking
about it, making myself angrier.
Why can’t he see what a bad idea
this whole Cardassian thing is?

QUARK (o.s.)
Maybe you just miss him.

 

They turn, caught out - Quark is stood at the break in the bar, listening in. But he is not mad - he sympathises.

 

HETIK
Of course I do, but -

QUARK
Then maybe that’s why you’re angry
at him, so you don’t have to think
about how much danger he’s in.

 

Treir looks to Hetik - maybe he’s right.

 

QUARK
When I’m worried about Laren... or
Nog... it helps to pretend I’m mad
at them. But deep down I know
it’s fear talking. Laren’s out there
facing off with Cardassians, Nath
went and threw himself into a
pile of traumatised refugees with
nothing but his damn principles to
protect him... and Gint only knows
where my nephew is right now.

 

Turns out, the three bar employees are all as worried and miserable as each other...

 

31 EXT. ANDOR - ATMOSPHERE PROCESSING PLANT

 

A large industrial COMPLEX built into the ground, near to an area of devastation caused by the Borg. Multiple PIPES extrude from the round, flat base and into the land around it, although not into the dead area - there is no point.

In the centre of the base stands a TOWER reaching up into the grimy sky, and at the top of this tower are several MOUTHS to suck in dirty air and blow out clean air.

 

32 INT. ATMOSPHERE PROCESSING PLANT - CONTROL ROOM

 

Like a starship’s main engineering - a dizzying array of control consoles, and the sense of machinery rising up into the tower far above them, and sinking down deep into the earth below. This is local Andorian tech, not Starfleet.

Nog is proudly showing Tenmei around, with the help of the local Andorian project supervisor, CH’PERINE. We can see a dozen other Andorian EXTRAS working in the background. 

 

NOG 
(points)
So the intakes at the top suck in
all the dirty air and feed it down
into the body of the tower.

CH’PERINE
The filtration units in the tower
itself are layered back and forth
repeatedly, so the huge surface
area can remove as many impurities
as possible. Then the clean air is
pumped back up and out the tower.

NOG
(points again)
Meanwhile the impurities are sent
down into the processing plant and
reprocessed into raw energy to be
fed out to the local communities.

CH’PERINE
So we’re providing power as well
as cleaning the atmosphere.

TENMEI
Very nice. It’s impressive work,
Supervisor ch’Perine.

CH’PERINE
Commander Nog and his team were
an invaluable help. If not for his
suggestion to install dynamic mode
power conversion modules to manage
the inconsistent energy flow, the
project would have never got off
the ground, so to speak.

NOG
(to Tenmei)
I got the idea from DS-Nine - we
have to use dynamic modules so the
Starfleet, Cardassian, Bajoran and
anybody else’s tech don’t explode
as soon as we plug them in.
(to ch’Perine)
But that was a last minute fix,
your team did all the hard work.

TENMEI
(grin)
Alright alright, don’t fight - you’re
both brilliant.

 

Suddenly, every SCREEN around the entire facility dissolves into a mass of STATIC... before going completely dark.

 

TENMEI
Well, that’s not good.

 

Nog and ch’Perine try various consoles - nothing.

 

ANDORIAN COMPUTER 
(male voice)
Attention. Unauthorised computer
system access, high clearance
memory. Terminate control mode.

CH’PERINE
What?!

TENMEI
We’re under attack again? Can your
security be overridden like that?

CH’PERINE
Not without specific authorisation
and decryption keys.

NOG
Well, it looks like somebody’s got
them. I’m completely locked out.

 

A new ALARM sounds. ch’Perine runs to check a display of old-fashioned, uncomputerised readouts - they are moving quickly from blue (safe) to red (very much not safe).

 

CH’PERINE
Uzaveh... the power conversion
modules are offline. There’s an
overload in progress.

NOG
That’s a lot of stored power. If it
blows, it’ll be catastrophic.

TENMEI
The Treishya would really blow
up this entire plant just to spite
us? Is there no way to stop it?

CH’PERINE
Not in the three minutes we’ve got
until critical. Even the emergency
discharge circuits are offline -
that shouldn’t even be possible!

ANDORIAN COMPUTER
Attention. System overload in
progress. Evacuate the facility
immediately. This is not a drill.

NOG
Sounds like a good idea to me.
(taps combadge)
Nog to Rio Grande - emergency
evacuation. Transport all life-
forms in the atmospheric plant
aboard, then raise shields.

STARFLEET COMPUTER 
Working.

 

As the ALARM continues and the HUM of machines grows...

...all the background Andorian extras DEMATERIALISE...

...followed by Nog, Tenmei and ch’Perine.

 

33 INT. RUNABOUT - COCKPIT

 

Parked on the ground outside the processing plant. Tenmei moves to her pilot station again, while Nog and ch’Perine both work on other panels...

 

CH’PERINE
Everyone is accounted for.

NOG
Prynn, get us out of here - we’ve
got less than three minutes.

TENMEI
This is getting ridiculous...

 

But as she starts to power up the engines...

 

CH’PERINE
Wait! Stand by...

TENMEI
Stand by?! It’s gonna explode!

 

But ch’Perine is checking the readouts in disbelief...

 

CH’PERINE
No, the overload has been aborted.
The conversion modules and the
discharge circuits are both back
online... and the core temperature
is returning to normal.

NOG
(off his own
consoles)
Checking... confirmed. But now
there’s a transporter-blocking
field around the entire plant.

 

Tenmei gets up from her pilot station, now that there is no longer an emergency. She is putting it together...

 

TENMEI
I guess that explains why they
didn’t block our comms this time
- they never wanted to kill us and
blow up the plant at all. They just
wanted to get us out of it so they
could have it to themselves.

CH’PERINE
So it would appear. Who the hell
do these people think they are?

 

An ALERT on Nog’s console - he checks it...

 

NOG
Looks like you’re about to get an
answer to that, Supervisor.

 

Off ch’Perine’s and Tenmei’s looks, Nog taps a control, and a VOICE, electronically processed to disguise it, issues...

 

VOICE (comm)
We are the Treishya, guardians of
Andor. We assume that sacred trust
in place of a government unwilling
to do what is necessary to protect
our people and their identity. For
too long we have been led by those
who insert themselves into matters
which are not their concern and
which they can never understand.

 

Reactions from Nog and Tenmei...

 

VOICE (comm)
Outworlders, our message to you is
simple. We do not want you here.
We did not ask for your help, and
we will survive quite well without
it. Leave us, and do not return.
If you choose not to do as we ask,
then know that we will do what is
necessary to make you leave. Any
casualties that result from this
...will be on your own heads.

 

Off everyone’s reactions...

 

BLACK OUT

 

END OF ACT THREE

Act Four by lvsxy808

ACT FOUR

 

FADE IN:

 

34 EXT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA BUILDING - MORNING

 

The next morning, two separate CROWDS of Andorian EXTRAS stand in the square outside the capital building.

Andorian Guard members are keeping them under control and in two separate groups - one advocating for the Federation, the other against it. Over this...

 

VOICE (comm, v.o.)
We do not believe our demands
are unreasonable. We simply ask
that Starfleet uphold one of the
Federation’s founding principles
- the right to self-determination.

 

35 INT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA - PRESIDER’S OFFICE

 

Sisko, ROGEIRO and Presider SH’THALIS sit around the coffee table in the seating area, unhappily listening while a device on the table plays the Treishya’s announcement.

 

VOICE (comm)
Of course, we cannot be surprised
if Starfleet will not abide by its
own promises. In recent times the
Federation has allied itself with
parties who value such principles
not at all. The Klingons, whose
history is rife with violence and
conquest. The Ferengi, who count
the value of sentient life in bars of
gold-pressed latinum. Even as I
speak, the Federation twists out
of shape to ingratiate itself with
Cardassia, against whom it fought
a bloody war barely a decade ago.
How can we trust an organisation
that so easily throws aside its
own most closely held values?

 

The listeners grow more annoyed with every word...

 

VOICE (comm)
The Federation may well offer us
life, but what is the cost of this
gift they see fit to bestow upon
us? Are you prepared to pay that
price? If not, then stand ready,
children of Andor, because the day
of reckoning is fast approaching.

 

The message ends, and the listeners glower in response.

 

ROGEIRO
How can anyone be so stupid as to
believe this? Anyone who’s taken
a children’s history class can see
what this guy is trying to do.

SH’THALIS
Do not discount the power of
passionate rhetoric, Commander.
And don’t think there aren’t
people outside right now who
are eating up every word of it.

SISKO
Then I have to suggest cancelling
the conference, Presider. I have
no doubt the Treishya will try to
disrupt it - they’ve already made
three attacks against facilities
where Starfleet and Andorians
are working together. They’ve
warned us worse is on the way.

CH’LHREN (o.s.)
That would be a mistake.

 

They turn to see ch’Lhren, who has been standing at the window watching the protestors. Now he turns to them...

 

CH’LHREN
Commodore th’Deminesh questioned
the Treishya prisoners from those
incidents. They insist they have
no intentions of harming anyone.

ROGEIRO
Their actions to date do not
support that assertion, Minister.

CH’LHREN
It’s a disinformation campaign,
Commander. Nothing more. They
are simply trying to elicit sympathy.

ROGEIRO
They’re trying to provoke us into
hurting them, so they can claim
the moral high ground - just what
you’ve been insisting we not do.

CH’LHREN
(cold smile)
Then instruct your officers to
control themselves, Commander.

SISKO
Presider, if you won’t cancel the
conference, then could we at least
move it aboard the Robinson, where
we would have greater control?

CH’LHREN
That seems to me to be going to
the opposite extreme.

SISKO
(glower)
Minister ch’Lhren, I was speaking
to the Presider.

SH’THALIS
Threlas has a point, Captain. To
cancel the conference outright
would seem like capitulating to
terrorists. But to move it aboard
the Robinson would seem like
Starfleet interference. They’ve
manoeuvred us very cleverly. No,
the conference will go ahead, and
it will do so here, on Andor.

 

This is not a solution Sisko is happy with, but sh’Thalis is resolute. ch’Lhren smiles enigmatically...

 

36 EXT. BAJOR - VANADWAN MONASTERY - DAY

 

Establishing the monastery clinging precariously to the top of the mountainside...

 

37 INT. VANADWAN MONASTERY - HOSPICE ROOM - DAY

 

VAUGHN lies in bed, as unconscious as ever, while his life support machinery softly beeps and hums around him.

OPAKA sits by his side, a book in her hands but forgotten for the moment - she is gazing sadly upon Vaughn’s body.

 

FLASHBACK - 9x10 “FRAGMENTS AND OMENS”

 

Vaughn and Opaka stroll contentedly down a flowered path...

 

FLASHBACK - 9x10 “FRAGMENTS AND OMENS”

 

Vaughn takes Opaka’s hand, not wanting her to go...

 

FLASHBACK - 10x21 “INTO THE FIRE”

 

Vaughn caresses Opaka’s face, then they gently kiss...

 

BACK TO SCENE

 

Opaka smiles faintly at these memories. A moment to decide, then she puts aside her book and stands, moves to Vaughn’s side... and reaches out to grasp his earlobe.

She closes her eyes, breathes, concentrates...

...and an amazed SMILE spreads across her face. She lets go and stands back, surprised but happy at what she sensed.

The door CREAKS open, and Vedek KIRA enters quietly.

 

KIRA
Sulan? Everything okay in here?

OPAKA
Nerys, please come in. And yes,
everything is okay.

 

Kira is intrigued by Opaka’s beatific, serene smile in the circumstances, but she lets it go - she has business here.

 

KIRA
Do you have a moment? I wanted
to talk to you - about Raiq.

OPAKA
How is our expectant mother?

KIRA
I think... scared. But you know
how she is - it always comes out
as anger.

 

Opaka smiles, nods - they are used to the Ascendant by now.

 

KIRA
She asked for you specifically.

OPAKA
For me?

KIRA
You’re the first Bajoran she ever
met. You took care of her, nursed
her back to health. Now she wants
you to be her midwife. I think...
she trusts you.

OPAKA
Please tell Raiq... that I would be
honoured to assist at the rebirth
of the Ascendant race.

KIRA
Great! Thanks, Sulan. I was afraid
if I sent Ransel in there again
they’d end up killing each other.
(beat)
You know... it is ironic...

OPAKA
What is?

KIRA
That you and I were the first two
Bajorans Raiq ever met, the ones
she focused all her hatred on as
enemies of the Ascendants.

OPAKA
(nods)
The warrior and the priest. The
two sides of the Ascendant soul.

KIRA
And now we’re the two she trusts
most in the entire galaxy.

OPAKA
And to think some say the Prophets
don’t have a sense of humour.

 

Kira and Opaka smile together at the turns of fate.

 

OPAKA
And what of Vexh? How does his
impending fatherhood appeal?

KIRA
(sigh)
I honestly can’t say. He doesn’t
seem to care about... anything.
It’s all pointless to him. I guess
he’d accepted there weren’t going
to be any more Ascendant babies.

OPAKA
Don’t discount him yet, Nerys.
Becoming a parent is a profound
experience - it changes one’s
entire perspective in a second.

KIRA
Well... I wouldn’t know.

 

With a smile, Kira leaves. Opaka turns back to Vaughn...

 

38 EXT. SPACE - ANDOR ORBIT

 

The Galaxy-class Robinson in standard orbit over Andor...

 

39 INT. ROBINSON - SCIENCE LAB

 

SHAR and BASHIR work together in a dimly lit room, where displays reveal page after page of complex data and genetic information. Shar is hunched over the screen, intent...

 

BASHIR
You do realise that sitting in
such an awkward position for
extended periods of time is
bad for the spinal column...?

 

Shar looks up - had almost forgotten anyone else was there.

 

SHAR
I’m sorry, Doctor. The work is
very absorbing.

BASHIR
There I certainly agree with you.
Professor zh’Thiin’s research is...
well, it’s extraordinary.

SHAR
Given the circumstances, I’d say
that extraordinary is exactly
what’s required.

BASHIR
Oh, absolutely. But some of this
stuff is over even my head.

 

That catches Shar’s attention at last - he sits back and looks at Bashir, who seems frustrated and defeated.

 

SHAR
I don’t understand, Doctor. I
assumed your experience in
genetic engineering would be
greater than most, given your
own status.

BASHIR
Honestly, I would have thought so
too, Shar. But... it’s where she
charts her new protocols that
I get lost. Look at this...

 

Shar gets up to join Bashir, who brings up a GRAPHIC of a dense, multi-coloured double helix with tags to point out various bit of interesting information. Bashir points...

 

BASHIR
This is one of the simulations zh’Thiin
created to test her theories on
inserting new recombinant DNA
sequences into a sample of
Andorian genetic code.
(points)
These are the new sequences here
- a hybrid of Andorian DNA with a
new code intended to fill the gaps
left by genetic deficiencies after
fertilisation. It’s all recorded in
great detail in her notes. But
there’s a small but noticeable gap
between these simulations, and
the protocol she actually used
on live volunteers. You worked
with Doctor sh’Veileth - does
any of this look familiar to you?

 

Shar makes over the screen, flicks through a few pages...

 

SHAR
It is almost two years since I
left that project to return to
Starfleet. And the Borg attacked
in the meantime - perhaps the
relevant notes were destroyed.

BASHIR
No, that’s not it - the gap comes
within the last six months.

SHAR
Perhaps it was simply inspiration
born out of desperation, then.

BASHIR
Maybe... but wouldn’t you think
she’d want to document that? We’re
talking about saving your entire
species from extinction, Shar - if
it works, she’d want to remember
how she got there, surely.

SHAR
But the new protocols do work -
the reports show that the trial
subjects are developing with
no detectable defects.

BASHIR
Yes, whereas previous protocols
produced results only marginally
better than the Yrythny therapy.
Such a leap is... incredible.

 

Shar sits back to consider what Bashir is saying...

 

SHAR
Are you suggesting that Professor
zh’Thiin is employing an untested
procedure on live patients?

BASHIR
I don’t think it’s that simple. There’s
no denying the effort she expended
postulating, documenting and
testing her theories. It’s just
this one gap that bothers me.

SHAR
Perhaps she’s simply overcautious.
You did say she had access to the
Federation’s library of banned
genetic research.

BASHIR
But what if she exhausted all that
information without a solution?
What would be her next step?

SHAR
I suppose... she’d seek out other
parties. As long as she doesn’t
violate any laws it’s not illegal, or
even unethical, to look outside
the Federation for help.
(beat)
Doctor... is there some reason you
haven’t approached the professor
directly with your concerns?

BASHIR
I don’t want to come off as if I’m
accusing her of anything. Right
now, it’s just a puzzle with a
missing piece. I need more data,
then I’ll know what to do.

 

Bashir begins typing quickly into the computer, requesting that more data. Shar moves back to his own computer...

 

40 EXT. STARFLEET COMMAND - NIGHT

 

The familiar complex in San Francisco, late at night...

 

41 INT. ADMIRAL AKAAR’S OFFICE

 

The private space of the Starfleet C-in-C. Akaar is working late, reading endless reports. But his screen suddenly changes, revealing an urgent ALERT...

 

INFORMATION REQUEST RECEIVED
ACCESS TO SHEDAI DATA FORBIDDEN
CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL ACTIVATED

 

As Akaar sits staring at this appalling development...

 

BLACK OUT

 

END OF ACT FOUR

Act Five by lvsxy808

ACT FIVE

 

FADE IN:

 

42 EXT. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - MORNING

 

The sun is just peeking out over the Paris skyline...

 

43 INT. PALAIS – PRESIDENT’S OFFICE - MORNING

 

President Bacco has barely had time to wake up before Akaar hits her with the latest problem...

 

BACCO
The who?

AKAAR
The Shedai, Madam President.

BACCO
Never heard of ‘em.

AKAAR
I have, but only in passing. The
Shedai were apparently an ancient
and powerful civilisation that
flourished more than one-hundred
thousand years ago in the part of
space we call the Gariman sector.

 

Bacco’s dour expression makes clear she is none the wiser. Akaar pushes a padd across the desk to her - a space map.

 

AKAAR
We call it the Gariman sector now,
mostly out of a desire to deflect
and reduce the history surrounding
that region. But I’m fairly sure
everyone knows we are actually
talking about the Taurus Reach.

BACCO
(awake now)
The Taurus Reach? You mean what
the Tholians have been whining
about for years?

AKAAR
Indeed. A hundred years ago, the
Taurus Reach was the focal point
of a top secret Starfleet research
effort unlike anything seen before
or since. It was called Operation
Vanguard, and it was conducted
under the highest, most tightly
controlled security measures ever
utilised. An entire exploration and
colonisation program was deployed
in that region for the sole purpose
of covering up the missions being
conducted there.

BACCO
What does any of this have to
do with why you’re here?

AKAAR
The reason for this undertaking
was the discovery in 2263 of an
artificial DNA strand, millions of
times more complex than any-
thing on record. A blueprint not
just for life but for civilisations
- for entire worlds, and the
life-forms to populate them.

BACCO
Created by these... Shedai?

AKAAR
Apparently so. The official files on
Starfleet’s efforts to acquire and
understand Shedai technology,
particularly this so-called meta-
genome, are shrouded in secrecy.
However, it seems someone recently
- if inadvertently - attempted to
access that information.

BACCO
That someone being Doctor Bashir
of Deep Space Nine.

AKAAR
Correct, ma’am - although he is
currently detached to the Robinson
at Andor, preparing for Professor
zh’Thiin’s fertility conference.

BACCO
Okay, so he’s working on genetic
engineering - but isn’t that the
whole reason we sent him there?

AKAAR
Yes, ma’am, but -

BACCO
Then I don’t see the problem. Send
him what he asked for, just with
the classified bits redacted out.
He never needs to know.

AKAAR
That is already underway, ma’am -

BACCO
Wait - I see what I’m missing now.
You’re worried about why he asked
for that data in the first place.

AKAAR
I don’t believe Doctor Bashir is
doing anything against Starfleet’s
interests or security. He’s simply
exhausting all possible avenues of
research. But I must wonder how
he knew what questions to ask -
even the search terms are classified.

BACCO
Isn’t he supposed to be a super-
genius or something? Maybe he
just figured it out.

AKAAR
The formulae he included were
too specific for that possibility.

BACCO
Alright, so... what are your actual
concerns here, Leonard?

AKAAR
That someone, either by accident
or design, has access to data so
dangerous that Starfleet felt the
need to secure it within multiple
layers of compartmentalisation and
disinformation, each requiring a
different authorisation that only
your office and mine are capable
of granting. This information was
buried deeply for a reason, ma’am.
If someone is trying to dig it up,
I’d like to know who - and why.

 

Bacco sits back and rubs her temples - she gets it now.

 

BACCO
You know, Leonard, there are times
when I really can’t wait for the
next person to come in here and
boot me out so I can go home.

AKAAR
I take it Agent Wexler continues
to thwart your efforts to build an
escape tunnel beneath the Palais?

BACCO
Every night.

 

Bacco chuckles. Akaar offers his tiny smile of amusement...

 

44 INT. ROBINSON - BRIDGE

 

Rogeiro sits in the centre chair, the regular crew around him - UTELN, PLANTE, SIVADEKI. The turbolift door opens, and BASHIR and SHAR enter. Rogeiro turns to greet them...

 

ROGEIRO
Gentlemen. Were you able to
solve your little mystery?

BASHIR
I’m afraid not, Commander. The
central archives sent me some of
what I requested, but not all.

ROGEIRO
Is that cause for concern?

SHAR
Not necessarily. I still cannot
believe Professor zh’Thiin
would do anything illegal.

BASHIR
She already said that all options
were on the table, Shar. Maybe
she wasn’t kidding.

 

Suddenly an alert on UTELN’s tactical horseshoe...

 

UTELN
Commander... long-range sensors
are detecting a vessel entering
the Andorian system.

ROGEIRO
(cautious)
Identification?

UTELN
It’s unarmed... but sensors have
identified it as... Tholian.

 

Rogeiro stands sharply - this is an unwelcome development.

 

ROGEIRO
Is the captain still down on the
surface with the Presider?

UTELN
Yes, sir.

ROGEIRO
Contact them immediately.

 

45 EXT. SPACE - ANDOR ORBIT

 

The Robinson is already in orbit, but as we turn to see...

...a THOLIAN SHIP drops out of warp and cruises to a stop, the usual arrowhead shape seen most recently in ENT.

 

46 INT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA - PRESIDER’S OFFICE

 

Sisko, sh’Thalis and ch’Lhren watch this on a large display screen. Rogeiro’s voice comes through the comm...

 

ROGEIRO (comm)
Confirming the vessel is unarmed.
It has deflector shields, but they
aren’t operational. Sensor profile
suggests it’s a diplomatic vessel.

SH’THALIS
The Tholians sent someone to
talk? They are not known for
talking, as a rule.

SISKO
They’re not known for joining
forces with alien empires either,
as a rule. Apparently things
have changed.

 

They continue to watch, disquieted. Even ch’Lhren is thrown - this was not a part of his plans.

 

47 INT. ROBINSON - BRIDGE

 

Rogeiro remains standing. Suddenly an ear-piercing SQUEAL fills the bridge, not unlike Shar’s trick with the tricorder - Uteln has to SHOUT to be heard over it.

 

UTELN
It’s an open hailing frequency,
sir. They’re not sending to us -
they’re sending to all of Andor.

ROGEIRO
Put it through, Lieutenant.

 

Uteln works his panels... and the SQUEAL drops, replaced by an image on the VIEWSCREEN...

...of a THOLIAN without its environment suit - NRESKENE. An angular, crystalline shape in orange-red hues, wavy with the heat of its ship’s Venus-like atmosphere. The metallic shriek of its voice is translated into a robotic monotone.

 

NRESKENE (screen)
People of Andor. I am Nreskene,
special emissary of the Tholian
Assembly. I come to you in peace,
with information of great import
to all your citizens. It is our
hope to establish a new era of
cooperation with our interstellar
neighbours. To this end, we have
contacted your Professor zh’Thiin
to provide her with scientific data
to help the Andorian people.

 

Shar and Bashir react... Rogeiro notices...

 

SHAR
It seems I was wrong.

BASHIR
This is where she got her data -
from the Tholians?

ROGEIRO
From a member of the Typhon Pact.

 

Nreskene isn’t finished - they turn back to watch him...

 

NRESKENE (screen)
This information has been in our
possession for almost a century,
but was suppressed by our Ruling
Conclave until recently. It was
found in the Taurus Reach, and was
created by a race known as Shedai.

ROGEIRO
Lieutenant ch’Thane, search all
databases for the word Shedai.

SHAR
Aye, Commander.

 

Shar turns to his science station, quickly starts searching for information. The rest continue to watch...

 

48 INT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA - PRESIDER’S OFFICE

 

Where Sisko, sh’Thalis and ch’Lhren are also watching...

 

NRESKENE (screen)
It did not take us long to see the
potential in this information, and
that it could be used to help the
Andorians, whose difficulties we
have known about for some time.

CH’LHREN
(mutter to self)
This is why I have been saying it
should be a private matter...

NRESKENE (screen)
What was also intriguing was the
fact that the Federation has held
this same data for just as long.
Indeed it was a Starfleet vessel
that discovered it a century ago.

 

Sisko’s eyes flare at that...

 

49 EXT. PARLIAMENT ANDORIA BUILDING - DAY

 

...and the crowds of protestors outside the Parliament are none too happy to hear it either. They are getting worked up, and the Guards are having trouble controlling them...

 

NRESKENE (comm)
While the Federation has given the
Andorian people a great deal of
help, they have evidently avoided
offering this particular data. Given
its obvious potential, as proven
by Professor zh’Thiin’s success,
we can only wonder why.

 

50 INT. ROBINSON - BRIDGE

 

Rogeiro grits his teeth...

 

NRESKENE (screen)
Perhaps they are unwilling to help
one of their most long-held allies
in their hour of need. Only their
leaders can confirm or deny that.
However, the Tholian Assembly
has no such hesitation. Therefore,
as our first act of goodwill, we
publicly acknowledge our role in
Professor zh’Thiin’s research, and
pledge to continue our support, in
the hope of bringing about a true
and lasting solution to Andor’s
problems. We await your response.

 

The image of the Tholian drops, replaced by that of his ship in orbit. Rogeiro, Shar, Bashir all react...

 

ROGEIRO
Mister Uteln... package a copy
of that message and prepare to
send it to Starfleet Command.

UTELN
Aye, sir.

SHAR
You might also want to set ship’s
phasers to stun the whole planet.

 

Off Shar’s trepidation for what is to come...

 

FADE OUT

 

END OF SHOW

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TNG 18x20 - “ROUGH BEASTS OF EMPIRE”

Via an old Gorn friend of President Bacco’s, Spock leaks his intelligence back to Starfleet that suggests Empress Donatra may have been behind his attempted assassination, as well as his own doubt in that data. In response, Akaar sends Enterprise to speak with Donatra. As a Klingon, Worf is forbidden to join Picard, but Choudhury and Chen’s recent experience pretending to be Romulans helps to smooth things over. Donatra denies any knowledge or involvement in the attack on Spock, but she does let slip her belief that her Imperial Romulan State is probably doomed. Tal’Aura has been winning the propaganda war against her, claiming that she does not really want the Romulan nations reunited. With little other choice, Donatra publicly calls for a summit to discuss reunification with Tal’Aura. The Praetor accepts, but only if Donatra comes to Romulus in person. Picard offers to transport her safely aboard Enterprise, but Donatra insists on going on one of her own ships...

 

TTN 2x20 - “TIME LOCK”

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VOY 11x20 - “BACK WHERE I BELONG”

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