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ACT TWO

 

FADE IN:

 

10 EXT. BAJOR - ASHALLA STREETS - DAY

 

The shanty towns as seen in 13x03 “Troublemaker”. Less populated than before, with only a few refugees remaining in the Starfleet issue plasteel temporary shelters.

 

11 INT. REFUGEE SHELTER

 

Kira and Rochan stand in the doorway of one temp shelter. The same two alien teenage boys stand before them, sullen with heads down and shoulders sagged. An older woman of the same species, MERIM, wears a look of motherly disapproval.

 

MERIM
What do you say?

JANS
(mutter)
Sorry.

MERIM
Tebla?

TEBLA
I’m sorry too.

ROCHAN
I accept the apology, boys. I hope
I won’t have any more trouble?

 

Both boys, JANS and TEBLA, continue to look at their feet.

 

MERIM
Well? Answer the major.

JANS / TEBLA
No sir.

MERIM
Alright. Go and help your sister
get washed up for dinner. Go on.

 

The two boys slump off towards the back of the shelter. Merim turns to Kira and Rochan, embarrassed.

 

MERIM
I’m sorry, Major, Vedek. I’ll keep
them in line, I promise. And I’ll
pay for the damage. Somehow.

KIRA
Don’t worry about that, Merim. I
know this is hardly the best place
to raise a family. We’re all doing
the best we can, you included.

MERIM
I appreciate that, Vedek.

KIRA
Please, call me Nerys.

MERIM
Nerys, then. Thank you.

 

Kira and Rochan turn and leave. Merim sighs tiredly...

 

12 EXT. REFUGEE CAMP - DAY

 

Kira and Rochan emerge into the narrow, cluttered space between the shelters, and pick their way through...

 

KIRA
We have to do something to stop
this before it gets any worse.

ROCHAN
Perhaps I should station officers
here, just to keep the peace.

KIRA
No, they don’t need armed soldiers
cracking down on them. Authority
figures hovering over you never
helps, it only makes it worse.

 

They walk on, unsure what the solution could be...

 

13 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE

 

Re-establishing. All three ships are still present...

 

13 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR

 

The place is pretty busy, with more Starfleet officers than usual (from the Mjolnir), fewer refugees (although SEBRIGAR the Nausicaan is still around), and even some CARDASSIAN soldiers from the Trager at the dabo table (TREIR spins the wheel so that Hetik doesn’t have to deal with Cardassians).

Eventually we come upon Ro, sat at the bar with a drink in her hands. QUARK leans across the bar, hearing her woes.

 

QUARK
If you hate each other so much,
why are you working so hard
to impress him?

RO
Because I want him to see that I’m
not the screw-up he thinks I am.
Not anymore, anyway. And we don’t
hate each other... I don’t think.

QUARK
Well, you certainly don’t like
each other.

RO
We used to. But after Garon Two...

 

Unwilling to elaborate, she takes a healthy slug of her drink instead. Quark stands back to inspect her.

 

QUARK
I guess it’s understandable you’d
have father issues, considering...

 

Ro looks up sharply, instinctively annoyed... but then realises he’s probably right, and lets it go.

 

AKAAR (o.s.)
Ambassador Quark.

 

Ro jerks in her seat at the familiar voice, drink sloshing. AKAAR stands behind her, as stern and expressionless as ever. Quark covers his smirk and responds smoothly.

 

QUARK
Admiral Akaar. Welcome back to
my establishment.

 

Like he did the Cardassian greeting for Macet, Akaar does the Ferengi greeting for Quark - wrists together, fingers apart, a slight bow. Quark preens at the sign of respect.

 

AKAAR
A pleasure to be here, Ambassador.
My time on the station is limited,
but I was hoping we might find a
moment to discuss the Federation’s
invitation to the Ferengi Alliance
to join the Khitomer Accords.

QUARK
(sly smile)
I thought you were here to talk to
the Cardassians, not the Ferengi.

AKAAR
One takes one’s... opportunities
where one can, Ambassador.

 

Quark is impressed - not only with Akaar’s use of Ferengi-specific terminology, but with his refusal to rise to the bait Quark laid out. Clearly, Akaar is good at his job.

 

QUARK
I’m sure that can be arranged,
Admiral. I’ll check my book
and get back to you.

AKAAR
I’d appreciate that, Ambassador.
(nod to Ro)
Commander.

 

Then he turns and leaves, with no more acknowledgment of Ro’s presence than that. Quark turns back to Ro...

 

QUARK
Didn’t seem so bad to me.

RO
Yeah? Then why is he checking on
me? I’m off duty, it’s no business
of his who I spend my time with.

QUARK
Yeah... us convicted criminals
need to stick together, right?

 

Ro again looks up sharply... is Quark right?

 

15 MACET

 

is one of the Cardassian officers at the dabo table. While Treir SPINS the wheel and his officers GROAN at the loss, Macet is rather paying attention to the exchange between Ro and Akaar. It’s clear there is no love lost between them...

 

16 INT. DS9 - HABITAT RING CORRIDOR

 

Admiral Akaar strides along the corridor, his gigantic form having to duck slightly to get under the bulkhead archways. He reaches a particular set of quarters, presses the CHIME.

 

TENMEI (o.s.)
(muffled)
Just a minute!

 

A moment, and then the door opens to reveal TENMEI, out of uniform but still presentable. She reacts with surprise...

 

TENMEI
Oh! Admiral... I wasn’t expecting
you. Did you need something?

AKAAR
I apologise for disturbing you,
Lieutenant. May I come in?

TENMEI
Ummm... yeah. Yeah, of course.

 

Tenmei steps aside to let the enormous admiral in - he has to duck his head again to avoid bonking it on the lintel.

 

17 INT. DS9 - TENMEI’S QUARTERS - LIVING ROOM

 

As Akaar enters, Tenmei sees that the room is a bit of a mess again, and she starts rushing around to tidy it up.

 

TENMEI
Sorry about the mess, Admiral.
I wasn’t expecting company.

AKAAR
Please relax, Lieutenant. This is
not an inspection. In fact, it is
a personal visit. I was told your
father is staying with you...

 

Tenmei does stop, absorbs the solemnity of the moment.

 

TENMEI
I assume you know what happened?

AKAAR
I do. And I’m sorry. Has there been
any improvement?

TENMEI
...No.

 

And that’s all there is to say on that. Tenmei rallies...

 

TENMEI
Well! He’s just through here.

 

Tenmei leads the way to the bedroom, Akaar following.

 

18 INT. DS9 - TENMEI’S QUARTERS - BEDROOM

 

VAUGHN lies on the bed, old and grey and thin as paper, surrounded by life support machinery. Akaar takes a deep breath to steady himself at the sight.

 

TENMEI
Not a pretty sight, is it?

AKAAR
No, but a necessary one. One that
calls a man to pause and think.

 

Akaar takes a seat by Vaughn’s bedside. Takes in the books, the guitar, all the ways she has kept her father company.

 

TENMEI
I’ll leave you alone.

AKAAR
There is no need, Lieutenant. In
fact I’d rather you stay.
(beat)
Each time your father and I met,
I would raise a toast - “To old
friends”. He would reply... “And
getting older all the time.”

TENMEI
Doctor Bashir doesn’t seem to
think he’ll be making that toast
again any time soon.

AKAAR
And he is only one of millions
across the galaxy. Each of them
someone’s captain, someone’s
father... someone’s friend.

 

Akaar realises he has turned maudlin, and also rallies...

 

AKAAR
Forgive me, Lieutenant. But to see
the man I knew in such a condition
brings it all home... in a way my
lofty position rarely allows me.
(darkens again)
Indeed, some seem to believe I am
incapable of such feelings at all.

TENMEI
(gently)
Admiral, I’m not just an officer.
I’m also your friend’s daughter.
If you need someone to talk to -

AKAAR
(stiffens)
I appreciate that, Lieutenant, but
it would not be appropriate for
me to discuss your commanding
officer behind her back -

 

He stops as he realises he has already let too much out.Quite furious with himself, he stands abruptly.

 

AKAAR
My apologies, Lieutenant. I’ve
taken too much of your time
already. Excuse me.

 

And he strides for the exit. Tenmei tries to call him back.

 

TENMEI
Admiral -

 

But we hear the HISS-CLUNK of the door. He is gone. Tenmei sits back down with an exhausted slump...

 

TENMEI
What the hell was that about?
(to Vaughn)
I bet you know, don’t you?
(soft chuckle)
Yeah, that’s what I thought. Not
like you would have told me even
when you weren’t brain-dead.

 

As Tenmei continues to sit with her father...

 

FADE OUT

 

END OF ACT TWO



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