14 INT. DS9 – MATTHIAS’S OFFICE
Matthias and Vaughn are still studying. Matthias turns her computer for Vaughn to see again. He peers at it...
No, I’m afraid not. Fal-tor-pan
is “the refusion,” for putting
a person’s katra back in their
body if it was removed too soon.
But isn’t it the same basic
principle? They’re both about
removing the katra from the
mind that doesn’t want it, and
putting it somewhere else.
Maybe. I don’t know.
Vaughn sits back with a sigh, thoughtful.
Counsellor, you’re part Vulcan.
Do you hold to this idea of the
katra as a person’s “soul”?
Telepathy is one of those weird
phenomena that defies categor-
ization. You think it’s all a
matter of synaptic displacement
and neuro-chemical differentials,
and then it goes and confuses
you by refusing to follow the
normal scientific rules.
Kind of like the wormhole aliens
versus the Bajoran Prophets.
I suppose. I can’t say if I have
a soul or not. So I certainly
can’t say if I have a katra.
I’ve worked with Vulcans on and
off for most of my professional
life. I have enormous respect for
their intellect, their loyalty,
the strength of their convictions.
But I never could get a handle on
this contradiction between the
logical, empirical side of them,
and the mystical, ritual side.
I guess they just don’t see it as
a contradiction. There’s plenty
of empirical evidence that they
have telepathic abilities. It’s
only logical to incorporate that
into their culture.
Vaughn ponders. Still not entirely convinced.
Kira to Vaughn.
Come to my office, Commander.
We have a problem.
On Vaughn’s worried reaction...
15 INT. DS9 – KIRA’S OFFICE
Kira and Vaughn stand watching the wall-screen, which shows a live feed from the Infirmary, as Taran’atar lies on the bio-bed. Bashir and co continue to work, and we can still see security bodies nearby.
How can there not be any L’Haan
in this universe? It doesn’t
make sense. There’s always a
double of everybody!
One of Captain Sisko’s reports
suggested there was no alternate
of young Jake. The degree of
similarity between us is already
so statistically unlikely as to
be verging on impossible. It
has to break down somewhere.
I guess. But why did it have
to be now?
So what do we do?
Maybe Sevak can help after all.
Won’t that just leave him with
the same problem?
Vulcans are used to repressing
things. But even T’Prynn had an
almost complete mental breakdown
eventually. And believe me, she
was no soft target. What chance
does a Jem’Hadar have?
He seems to have it under control
Yes. He does, doesn’t he?
Vaughn stares at the screen, at Taran’atar.
16 INT. DS9 – INFIRMARY
The door opens, and Ro enters from the Promenade. She’s carrying a small metallic canister, but trying to subtly keep it hidden behind her hand, not draw attention to it.
Ro stops, watches Taran’atar on the bio-bed. She’s still on edge. Etana notices her, steps out of the surgical suite and into the main room to talk to her. As she does, Ro makes sure to keep the metal canister hidden from sight.
Laren? You need anything?
Oh... no. Just thought I’d come
in and check on him. How’s it
going in there?
Taran’atar’s neural patterns
show all the classic signs of
telepathic activity. Vaughn
I almost wish he wasn’t.
You should get back to work.
Etana knows that Ro is uncomfortable, but knows equally that she doesn’t want to talk about it. She nods and heads back into the surgical suite.
Once everyone’s backs are turned, Ro moves quietly but quickly towards the Infirmary’s pharmacy storage area. She finds a row of metal canisters identical to the one she’s carrying, gently removes one that’s towards the back, and replaces it with the one she’s carrying.
That done, she semi-hides the new canister in her grip, and tries to control her nerves enough to walk out of there without looking suspicious. She glances again towards the surgical suite as she walks – their backs are still all turned. They haven’t noticed. She gets out of there while she can.
17 INT. DS9 – MAIN OPS CENTRE
Cenn is hovering around the science console, working closely with Shar. They both look up with worry as Kira and Vaughn exit onto Ops.
Captain! Umm... I’m sorry, I
can’t explain it...
Explain what, Major?
Lieutenant ch’Thane has managed
to find our objective. We have
a contact for L’Haan.
Why didn’t you find it before?
I really don’t know, sir. I swear
to the Prophets, I went through
those databases down to the last
quad of information. There was
nothing there. But when I asked
Shar for help... he found it
straight away. It’s right here.
Vaughn frowns again – that’s curious. Something weird is going on here. But he keeps his own counsel for now.
So? Where is she?
The Vulcan citizen database
lists L’Haan as a statistical
analyst working for the local
government in Shi’al Province.
It doesn’t matter who found it.
Good work, both of you. Now get
on the comms and get her here.
Yes, sir. Should I explain
exactly why we need her?
Kira glances to Vaughn – he subtly shakes his head.
Not all of it. Just enough to
convince her, nothing more.
18 INT. DS9 – TARAN’ATAR’S QUARTERS
Vannis paces back and forth in the room, anxiously waiting for something. After a few moments, the computer bleeps.
Vannis is relieved – at last. The screen on Taran’atar’s desk changes to reveal the smiling face of WEYOUN.
Vannis – a delight to hear from
you as always. Do you have a
report for the Founder?
A very important one, Weyoun.
I do not appreciate the delay.
The Founder’s time is his own
to do with as he wishes. He
has many tasks demanding his
attention, as you well know.
Of course I know. But this
particular report will be of
primary interest to him, I am
certain. It involves his...
The Founder is not available
to speak to you, Vannis. You
may deliver your report to me,
or not at all.
Vannis purses a little. Sucks a lemon. There’s definite tension here, as the two Vorta subtly compete over who’s the better servant to the Founders.
Very well. First Taran’atar has
become afflicted with a mental
deficiency that prevents him
from performing his function
here. I seek the Founder’s
permission to terminate him and
take over the mission myself.
Taran’atar is the Founder’s
favourite, Vannis, you are quite
correct about that. You and I do
not have to understand why to
accept that it is so. I think
you will be disappointed.
That is the Founder’s decision
to make, not yours, Weyoun.
The Founder made his decision
when he gave Taran’atar this
mission in the first place.
Circumstances have changed. He
deserves to have all available
information in case he wishes to
change his mind, don’t you think?
Annoyed pause. Weyoun knows she’s right.
Submit your report. I will pass
it on to the Founder, and let
you know his decision.
Vannis taps keys on the panel in front of her.
I am sending the details to you
now. Make sure to emphasise to
the Founder the part about how
Vulcans are apparently capable
of telepathically affecting a
The Founder already knows that,
Vannis. He’s known for a while.
What he means is, “I knew, and you didn’t. Ha.”
Why was I not informed?
If the Founder had wished you
informed, you would have been.
As I recall, the Founder was
not the one who passed along
Weyoun smiles, nakedly insincere as always. Then he cuts the connection. Vannis is left to hiss in frustration.
19 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE - ESTABLISHING
A small Vulcan-design transport vessel, a shuttle of the kind seen in TNG 5x08 “Unification II” approaches the station and settles gently onto the docking ring.
20 INT. DS9 – SECURITY CELLS AREA
Station log, stardate 55238,
Captain Kira Nerys recording.
Taran’atar is back in the cell, behind a force field. He’s pacing back and forth, irritated, and generally acting more like Taran’atar than he has in a while.
21 INT. DS9 – PROMENADE
Doctor Bashir has confirmed
Commander Vaughn’s hypothesis.
Counsellor Matthias has pulled
together her best guess for the
Vulcan rituals. And L’Haan is
on her way.
From this point on, we will refer to the version of L’Haan we have seen so far – the one in Taran’atar’s head – as MU-L’HAAN (as in “Mirror Universe”). The one from this universe will be RU-L’HAAN (as in “Real Universe”).
The Promenade airlock rolls open, and a clutch of people step out. Among them is RU-L’Haan. She looks identical to her MU counterpart, but this woman is shy, reserved and demure. The kind of woman who wouldn’t say boo to a goose. She looks around a little nervously. She’s never done anything like this before, and it’s all a bit overwhelming. She goes to one of the information boards, reads it, to try to find out where she’s supposed to go.
Over the above:
22 INT. DS9 – SECURITY OFFICE
I only hope between them they
can help. If we lose Taran’atar,
Bajor could lose the alliance
with the Dominion. And that’s
something we can’t afford.
RU-L’Haan enters the security office, ready to meet Ro... but she stops and cocks an eyebrow as she realizes Ro isn’t there. The room is deserted.
23 INT. DS9 – RO’S QUARTERS
Ro enters her quarters, glancing over her shoulder again to make sure she’s not noticed. She quickly rushes to her bed, kneels down and rummages underneath it. She comes back with the metal canister from the Infirmary.
I can’t help thinking about
Iliana Ghemor. She had someone
else’s memories forced on her
as well – mine.
Shaking slightly with nerves, Ro opens the canister lid. Inside are several smaller containers – the type that fit into hyposprays, filled with drugs to be injected.
She pulls one of them out, trots to the bathroom. She opens the cabinet, grabs the empty hypospray, jams the new drug cartridge into it, and pushes the injector to her neck. She sighs, breathes deeply and gets her nerves under control as she feels the painkiller flowing into her.
I think that’s part of what
drove her insane.
END OF ACT TWO