1 INT. PRISON CELL
Dark stone walls, bare of any identifying marks. A single high window, out of reach of human hands, but still barred. It lets in weak and watery light, the only light in the room. PAN DOWN from this window, until we find...
VAUGHN and RO. Both are dressed in the rough and dirty civilian clothes they wore in 10x16 “I Will Survive,” and both look like they’ve been through a fight. They sit on the ground, backs against opposite walls of the cell.
(still not sure)
Just goes to show, doesn’t it?
You never can tell. Although,
to be fair to the admiral,
“working with” isn’t strictly
accurate. He doesn’t consider
himself a member. Doesn’t
believe in their policies. He
just recognizes that they have
certain resources and techniques
that can be useful in extreme
circumstances. He likes to think
he’s using them, rather than the
other way around. They’re happy
to let him have his illusions.
Ro shakes her head, having trouble accepting what Vaughn is teaching her.
I always thought, if there was
any admiral up to their neck in
Section 31, it wouldn’t be Ross.
It would be Akaar if anyone.
I know you have your past with
LJ. But I really do think you
judge him unfairly.
He ruined my life.
He thought you betrayed him.
Capellans take that kind of
thing very seriously.
It wasn’t my fault.
He doesn’t know that. He has no
idea Section 31 even exists.
But he’s, like, seven hundred
years old. One of the highest
ranking admirals there is.
Yes. He’s also a true believer
in the virtue and honesty of
the Federation. And I’ve worked
very hard to make sure he stays
that way. Someone has to have
that confidence in the system,
in the values the Federation is
based on. I’d hate for everyone
to be as cynical as me.
What about people like Nechayev?
You said she was pushing for a
more aggressive stance towards
the Dominion. Section 31 want
to keep us as enemies as well.
True. Nechayev often has to think
like them, make similar decisions.
But even the head of Starfleet
Intelligence has to answer to a
panel of other admirals, to the
C-in-C, and through them to the
President and Federation charter.
Thirty-One claims to get their
authority from the charter, but
in reality, they answer to no-
one but themselves.
So you and Batanides decided to
give them their answer.
Marta’s only been one of us for
about six years. I’ve been in
it for almost three decades.
But she’s in charge.
She is the admiral. I suppose
in effect it’s more like Marta
and I work together, what with
my greater experience. But she
has final say. Conversely, since
she’s higher profile, she’s more
vulnerable. Hence why I’m taking
point on this mission, not her.
Besides... it’s my fault we’re
in this mess in the first place.
What do you mean?
L’Haan. I’m the one who called
her in. I practically handed
Taran’atar right over to them.
I had my suspicions. I didn’t
do anything about them. Not
until it was too late.
Why didn’t you?
Because I didn’t want to think I
was right. I wanted to believe
that I was out of that life for
good. I’d started this whole new
life on DS-Nine. Exploration,
family... peace. I liked that.
Well, now you’ve got Bashir.
You’ve got me. You can be out
of it, if you want.
Nice thought. But it doesn’t
work like that.
Bashir wants to help, you know.
You haven’t forced him to do
anything he doesn’t want to.
What I’ve learned about Bashir
is that he loves an adventure.
A daring mission with little
chance of success... he could
never resist. I knew he’d agree
to it. He made it easy for me.
Are you going to use my issues
to get to me?
Do I need to?
There’s a clanking noise, a jangling and clunking of heavy metal. Vaughn looks towards the prison cell’s cold steel door. The small eye-level hatch slides open.
Ah. Here we are.
The worried face of BASHIR appears at the hatch, peering in. Vaughn and Ro get to their feet, brush themselves down. The heavy metal door swings open, and Bashir stands there.
Commander? Lieutenant? You
Fine, Doctor. All part of the
plan. We’ve been expecting you.
Part of the plan?
Well, yes. The easiest way to
get into the heart of Section 31
was to get them to bring us in.
Getting beaten up was part of
Look, it worked, didn’t it?
Aren’t you risking your cover
letting us out?
I don’t think it’s a problem.
Mister Cole is nowhere around.
He’s not? Where is he?
No idea. I haven’t seen him in
days. He left me going over
some intelligence files. That’s
why it took me so long to find
you and get you out. Sorry.
Vaughn stops to ponder. Why isn’t Cole around?
Is that bad?
I don’t know. Have you managed
to track L’Haan down yet?
I’m afraid not. I tried every-
thing short of asking Cole “Hey,
where’s L’Haan?” I’m probably
hampered by having to look like
I’m on his side, but still, it’s
frustrating. All this time and
we’re no closer to our goal.
We don’t have much more time
left, Doctor. The Ascendants
For all we know, they might have
already hit while we’ve been in
here. Deep Space Nine and Bajor
could be rubble right now.
Don’t say that. Don’t tempt fate.
L’Haan... where is she?
As Vaughn creases up his lined, old face with worry...
2 ON L’HAAN
The Vulcan woman L’HAAN rests calmly, her eyes closed in peaceful meditation. The light of a candle flickers on her face, but we don’t yet see her surroundings.
There’s a small, rhythmic beep – a computer indicator. She slowly opens her eyes, brings herself out of meditation. She turns to her side, and we see a comm panel beside her.
The comm panel is of Cardassian design. L’Haan works its controls, receives a message in Vulcan script. She reads what it says with restraint and composure. Turns back to her meditation lamp, looking just the tiniest bit eager.
PULL BACK slowly. We see where L’Haan is sitting – a bare, disused industrial area, with rusty machines and pulleys and pistons and trolleys. She’s alone here.
PULL BACK further, as we recede through the body of the construct, seeing more and more industrial machinery in our way. Finally we PULL BACK through a grimy porthole...
3 EXT. DEEP SPACE NINE
...and find ourselves pulling away from the outer skin of Deep Space Nine. The porthole was in one of the engineering sections in the lower core area. We continue to PULL BACK, gradually seeing the entire station, with the Defiant
on the docking ring and freighters moving elsewhere...
END OF TEASER