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DS9 12x22b – "Destiny, pt 2: Omega"

TEASER


FADE IN:


1 EST. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - NIGHT


Night-time in Paris. Despite the brightness of the shining artificial colours, there is a sense of darkness. One of the busiest cities in the galaxy feels... empty. None of the usual bustle of air traffic or partying tourists.

The 15-storey centre of Federation government straddles the river Seine. We CLOSE IN on the broad picture window on the top floor, which seems dark from the outside...

As we move closer, we PASS THROUGH the window into...


2 INT. FEDERATION PRESIDENT’S OFFICE - NIGHT


Inside, the room is no brighter than outside. President NAN BACCO stands in darkness, staring out of the window at the Seine and the Champs Elysées, lit only by the lights of the city and the pale watery moon outside.

A small ALERT sounds. Bacco harrumphs and plods over to her desk, thumbs a button.


BACCO
What is it, Sivak?

SIVAK (comm)
Admiral Akaar and Ms Piñiero are
here, Madam President. They insist
upon presenting their midnight
briefing.

BACCO
Fine. It might be the last one
they ever make, so they might
as well enjoy it. Show them in.
(thumbs off comm)
Computer, lights up one third.​


The lights do as they are told, just in time for the office doors to open and security agent WEXLER to show AKAAR and PIÑIERO in, before closing the door behind them again.

As Akaar enters, Bacco looks him up and down, takes note of his perfectly crisp uniform and tight ponytail of hair.


BACCO
How do you do it?

AKAAR
Madam President?

BACCO
You’ve been awake for the past
two days straight, just like the rest
of us. But while Esperanza and I
look like we’ve been busy chasing
a fart through a bag of nails, you
look like you just stepped out of
a replicator. Explain yourself.

AKAAR
Good genes?

BACCO
You’re not endearing yourself to
me, Leonard.

AKAAR
My apologies, Madam President.

BACCO
Bring me some good news, and
maybe we’ll call it even.

AKAAR
We have some, but not much.
Thirty-six minutes ago, the Romulan
warbird Verithrax sacrificed itself
to stop the Borg’s attack on a
Federation world - Ardana.
Casualties are still appallingly
high, but were it not for the
heroism of the Verithrax’s crew,
our losses would have been total.

BACCO
Which Romulan fleet was the
Verithrax loyal to?

PIÑIERO
Donatra’s.​


Bacco takes a moment to absorb that - it’s a big deal.


BACCO
Has there been any reaction from
the Romulan Star Empire?

PIÑIERO
No, but Praetor Tal’Aura may not
have heard the news yet. For that
matter, Donatra herself might not
even know.

BACCO
Then make sure we’re the ones
to tell her. Please send an official
expression of gratitude on behalf
of myself and the Federation to
Empress Donatra.​


Piñiero nods and makes a note on a padd.


BACCO
Anything else?

PIÑIERO
Secretary Iliop reports that most
of the Federation Council has been
ferried off-world, along with all of
your cabinet... excepting the
admiral and myself.

BACCO
So when are you leaving?

PIÑIERO
I’ve told you before, I leave when
you leave. Not a moment sooner.​


Their regular banter, now in an infinitely worse context. Bacco turns to look out of the window again, at the city.


BACCO
Six-hundred-million people have
left Earth in the last six days.

AKAAR
That’s correct, Madam President.

BACCO
FNS are saying that some of the
busiest cities on the planet are
like ghost towns. London, Tokyo,
New York, Mumbai... Paris.

AKAAR
Perhaps that is for the best,
Madam President. A Borg attack
fleet is now eighty-four minutes
from Earth, and our perimeter
defence groups have been unable
to slow its approach. As we feared
earlier, the Borg have completely
adapted to the transphasic
torpedo, and whatever had them
firing at each other has stopped.​


Bacco turns back to face her two closest advisors head-on.


BACCO
Admiral, is there any reasonable
possibility that Starfleet can halt
the incoming Borg fleet?

AKAAR
(grudging)
No.

BACCO
Then order all remaining vessels
in Sector 001 to break off and
disperse. Stop wasting ships and
lives. Redeploy your forces to
protect the refugee convoys.​


The most admiral-y admiral we have ever known desperately wants to protest this order from his commander in chief. But instead Akaar pauses and takes a deep breath.


AKAAR
Yes, Madam President.

BACCO
Esperanza, do the people still here
on Earth, Luna and Mars know
what the admiral just told us?

PIÑIERO
They do, Madam President.

BACCO
And how are they coping with it?
Panic? Riots?

PIÑIERO
Not a single one, ma’am. There
are silent, candle-lit vigils being
held all over the planet.
(sniffles away tears)
Outgoing data is spiking as people
send farewell messages to family
and friends. I guess the world is
ending with a bang and a whimper.

BACCO
Not with a whimper, Esperanza.
With dignity.​


She turns to look out of the window again, swelling with pride at how her people are conducting themselves.


AKAAR
I should excuse myself and relay
your orders to Starfleet Command,
Madam President.

BACCO
Of course, Admiral. Thank you.​


Akaar turns smartly and heads to the door - Wexler seems to know just when to open it to let him out.

Now left alone with her old friend, Piñiero steps closer to Bacco at the window, wiping away more silent tears.


PIÑIERO
We still have eighty minutes until
the Borg arrive, ma’am. Would
you like to make a final address
to Earth and the Federation?

BACCO
(sad smile)
No. Why ruin a perfectly good
apocalypse?​


The two old friends gaze out of the window at the darkness.


FADE OUT


END OF TEASER
 
ACT ONE


FADE IN


3 EXT. SPACE – AZURE NEBULA


Enterprise, Aventine, Titan and Voyager hold position near to one another among the roiling currents of the blue-gas nebula, which is causing the debris from the three-hundred destroyed vessels of the blockade fleet to tumble and roll.


4 INT. ENTERPRISE - CONFERENCE ROOM


Beginning on Captain RIKER of the Titan, sat on one side of the long conference table in this crossways-arranged room, with the nebula visible through the window behind him.


RIKER
(w/ disbelief)
The Caeliar created the Borg?​


Sat opposite him, Columbia captain HERNANDEZ responds. Meanwhile Captain Picard of the Enterprise sits at the head of the table, with Captain DAX of the Aventine next to Hernandez, and Commander PARIS of Voyager next to Riker.


HERNANDEZ
I don’t think it was intentional.
It was basically a botched version
of the process that created me.
Inyx told me when he infused my
body with catoms that it could go
badly wrong in one of two ways.
I might just be liquified -

DAX
That’s what happened to the three
crewmen who were killed by the
Caeliar we found on the Columbia.

HERNANDEZ
- or it could turn me into a
mindless automaton.

PARIS
Which is what created the Borg.

DAX
Think of it as a bad joining.
(off Hernandez’
questioning look)
Sometimes, when a Trill symbiont
is incompatible with its new host,
it creates a persona so terrible
that the only proper response
is forced separation.​


Hernandez works the controls on the conference table, and a pair of HOLOGRAMS are generated over the table - one shows the familiar image of a BORG NANOPROBE, the other the smoother, more naturalistic shape of a CAELIAR CATOM.


HERNANDEZ
The similarities between Borg
nanoprobes and Caeliar catoms are
too profound to be a coincidence.
They’re the same technology...
it’s just that the nanoprobes
have been badly corrupted.

PICARD
Your evidence is compelling,
Captain. But how does it help
us or the Federation in the
time we have left?

DAX
We have a plan.

PICARD
You had a plan several hours ago.
It nearly cost Captain Hernandez
her life.

DAX
(bristling)
It also saved five planets and cut
the Borg invasion force in half.

PICARD
But if the Borg had assimilated
her Caeliar technology -

RIKER
But they didn’t, and there’s no
point arguing about something
that didn’t go wrong.​


Not liking Dax’s smug air, he turns his annoyance on her.


RIKER (cont)
Neither does the limited success
of one reckless plan mean we
should blindly embrace another.​


With everyone suitably chastened, Riker settles back down.


RIKER (cont)
That said, we should at least
hear what they have in mind.

PICARD
Very well.​


Dax looks at Hernandez - go ahead, it was your idea.


HERNANDEZ
It’s simple. I’m proposing we end
their invasion of the Federation
by luring them all back here to
us, at the Azure Nebula.

PICARD
And how do you propose to do that?

DAX
By tempting them with a bait they
can’t resist - the Omega molecule.​


Picard’s disbelief in this plan is unprofessionally clear.


PARIS
Captain, we’ve had experience with
Omega. It’s incredibly unstable.
And how do we create it without
any boronite? The nearest source
is two-hundred light years away.

HERNANDEZ
We’re not going to make Omega.
We’re going to bring it to us.
More precisely, we’re going to
make the Caeliar bring it to us.

RIKER
What do they have to do with it?​


Hernandez works more controls on the table, replacing the images of the nanoprobe and the catom with a new image - an OMEGA MOLECULE (as seen in VOY 4x21 “The Omega Directive”).


HERNANDEZ
Particle Zero-One-Zero. I read
about it in your files - the Borg
worship it as the epitome of
perfection. I knew I’d seen it
somewhere before, so I bypassed
your security protocols and took
a look. And then it all made sense.​


As all the captains watch the Omega molecule turn slowly above the conference table, Hernandez continues...


HERNANDEZ
All the Caeliar’s massive power,
their incredible technology, it’s
all powered by Omega molecules.
The shell around their planet is
to block the Omega emissions. But
if I can get them to bring Axion
here, without all that shielding,
it’ll be a beacon for the Borg.

PARIS
She’s right. When we found just a
tiny amount of Omega in the Delta
Quadrant, it was like a religious
experience for Seven of Nine.

DAX
Now we know why. It’s what they
came from. And it’s exactly what
they’ve hungered for all these
millennia. They can’t resist.

PICARD
And then, once the Borg armada
converges on us... what then?

HERNANDEZ
We let the Caeliar deal with them.​


Picard gets up and steps away, clearly agitated.


PICARD
Your last plan was reckless. This
one is insane. Have you considered
the risks? Never mind if the Borg
manage to assimilate catoms. What
if they gain control of an Omega
generator? They’d have unlimited
power to wreak havoc wherever they
please. And if they were to lose
that control, an explosion of that
magnitude would destroy subspace
for millions of light-years in every
direction. Warp flight as we know
it would cease to exist.

DAX
Yes, it’s dangerous. We know that.
It’s also our best bet at saving
the Federation while there’s still
a Federation to save.

HERNANDEZ
And the Caeliar may be pacifists,
but they’re not suicidal. They
won’t let the Borg assimilate
them or hijack their technology.

PICARD
What makes you so certain? You
said yourself the Caeliar are the
progenitors of the Borg. What if
they see them as a kindred race?

DAX
Actually, we’re counting on it.

RIKER
(befuddled)
Come again?

DAX
We’ve been going about this all
wrong. We’ve been trying to match
strength against strength. That’s
never going to work with the Borg.

HERNANDEZ
The key to securing the Caeliar’s
help is to change our mission.
The Borg don’t need to be wiped
out. They need to be saved.

PICARD
Are you mad? The Borg are laying
waste to entire worlds, and you
want us to save them?

HERNANDEZ
I’m disappointed, Captain. You of
all people should understand. You
know by experience what it’s like
to be smothered in that nightmare.
Now imagine trillions of beings
like yourself, all trapped in that
same hell. They’re slaves, Jean-
Luc, and we might have the power
to release them from that.

DAX
I think that as Starfleet officers -
as sentient beings - we owe it to
them, and to ourselves, to try.​


Picard draws himself up, looks out at the nebula.


PICARD
As you so eloquently pointed out,
Captain, we hold the same rank.
I can’t compel you not to pursue
this course of action. You ignored
my advice once before. I expect
you’ll do so again. So be it.

DAX
If only it were that simple. This
time I actually need your consent.

PICARD
Why?

DAX
Aventine’s subspace transmitter
got fried when the Borg hit us
with our shields down. Voyager’s
and Titan’s are too damaged to
be repaired in time. We need
the Enterprise’s transmitter.

PICARD
So if I refuse, this plan cannot
proceed? Then consider it vetoed.​


Dax looks ready to argue. Hernandez looks dejected. Paris looks out of his depth. Riker takes a deep breath.


RIKER
Captains, Commander... could you
give us the room, please?​


Arching an eyebrow, Dax gets up silently. Hernandez turns off the holo-display, then she and Paris follow Dax. Riker sits back in his chair and waits for his mentor to speak.


PICARD
I take it you disagree with my
decision, Will.

RIKER
Frankly, yes. If the Caeliar can
help unmake the Borg, we can end
this without more bloodshed and
save the Federation. Isn’t that
what we should be aiming for?

PICARD
I’m not sure the Borg Collective
deserves such mercy.

RIKER
Maybe not. But what about the
individuals trapped inside the
Collective? Do they deserve it?

PICARD
Perhaps. I don’t know.

RIKER
What’s really bothering you, Jean-
Luc? You don’t sound like yourself
- not like the man I served under,
looked up to, for fifteen years.

PICARD
(sigh)
Beverly, Geordi, Worf, now you.
Who was this man you all claim
to have known? I thought it was
me, but I keep hearing otherwise.

RIKER
The man I knew wasn’t afraid to
take the high road. He wouldn’t
let fear make him choose certain
defeat over a shot at victory, just
because it might mean mercy for
an enemy that had hurt him.

PICARD
Is that what you think this is?
A vendetta? Or a phobia? I
wonder if you ever knew me
at all, then.

RIKER
Fine, keep pushing me away. But
I’ve seen what the Caeliar can do,
and I think Hernandez is right. If
anyone can stand up to the Borg,
it’s them. Voyager faced the Borg
more than any of us, and Paris is
still on board. I also agree with
Dax. If we can end this war and
save the people assimilated by
the Collective, we have a duty
as Starfleet officers to try.

PICARD
And if they’re wrong, we unleash
the greatest horror this galaxy
has ever seen.

RIKER
So we hasten the inevitable. The
Borg are less than two hours from
Earth. Could the plan backfire?
Absolutely. But we can’t let that
chance paralyse us. It’s time for
a leap of faith.

PICARD
You’re talking about hope.

RIKER
Yes, I am.

PICARD
We’ll need more than hope to
fight the Borg.

RIKER
True. But without it, we might as
well just give up now. Fight for
hope, or give in to despair. The
choice is yours, Jean-Luc. Let
me know what you decide.​


Riker gets up and departs the room, leaving Picard standing alone in his ready room, wondering how he has ended up being so alone...


FADE OUT


END OF ACT ONE
 
ACT TWO


FADE IN


5 EXT. VENICE - DAY


PAN across the Ponti degli Scalzi on a beautiful summer’s day. Tourists amble over the bridge, ferries cruise along the canal, water laps gently at the bank sides.

About a hundred feet along the south bank sits a small osteria named La Zucca. We have seen it before, in VOY 10x11 “Post Mortem”. It is fairly quiet today.

One table is occupied by a man, sat alone with his back to us. An open bottle of wine sits on the table, one glass full, the other empty. Across the table from him rests a small circular mirror, surrounded by tiny stones.

As we focus in on the small mirror, it REFLECTS a hand reaching in to stroke the edge, along the stones.


JANEWAY (o.s.)
When in doubt, look here.​


CHAKOTAY looks up in quietly desperate relief, and sees JANEWAY smiling down at him, wearing a light summer dress.


CHAKOTAY
You came...

JANEWAY
I promised I would.​


Chakotay tries to get to his feet to be gentlemanly for Janeway, but she forcibly points him back into his seat. He obeys, with a grin. She sits opposite him.


JANEWAY
(re mirror)
I remember when you first tried
to give me this.

CHAKOTAY
You refused to accept it.

JANEWAY
It... meant too much. It wasn’t
the time or place then.

CHAKOTAY
And now?

JANEWAY
...I came, didn’t I?​


Chakotay picks up the bottle and pours her glass of wine.


CHAKOTAY
You know, once Voyager was finally
allowed back in the Terran system,
and I heard about what had been
going on... I was afraid...

JANEWAY
That I hadn’t made it? When have
you ever known me to put my mind
to something, and it not happen?​


He picks up his glass, she picks up hers.


CHAKOTAY
When will I learn - nothing stops
Kathryn Janeway?​


CLOSE UP on the glasses, as they cheers them together.

But then we PASS OVER the glasses, to the surging crowds on the other side of the canal. And as we slowly ZOOM IN on the point directly opposite Chakotay and Janeway’s table...

We see Voyager’s Ops manager, Lieutenant Kenth LASREN, in the crowd. He is shouting out loud, cupping his hands to his mouth to make himself heard. But he cannot be heard - there is only the sound of the crowds and the canal.

Lasren jumps up and down, waving his hands, shouting across the canal to get Chakotay and Janeway’s attention. But they only have eyes for each other, and Lasren is quickly lost in the crowds as they continue to fill the space.

ZOOM IN on Lasren, gritting his teeth in frustration...


6 INT. VOYAGER - SICKBAY


Lasren sits directly in front of Chakotay, who hasn’t moved from his own seat in a corner of Voyager’s dark and damaged sickbay. Lasren’s big black Betazoid eyes blink, and he pulls back out of Chakotay’s mind with a sigh.


LASREN
I can’t get through. He’s there,
but it’s like he’s deliberately
keeping me at a distance. He
doesn’t want anyone to reach him.​


Lasren turns to Paris, who stands a bit away. Counsellor CAMBRIDGE lurks nearby, arms folded angrily.


CAMBRIDGE
I still say this is a horrible
invasion of privacy.

PARIS
You’re right, Counsellor, it is.
But Voyager needs its captain,
especially for what Dax and
Hernandez are cooking up. Maybe
Chakotay could actually persuade
Picard to go through with it.

CAMBRIDGE
(derisive grunt)
You don’t know Picard very well,
do you? The man can be as stubborn
as a bull’s backside when he’s of
a mind for it. But we were talking
about Chakotay.

PARIS
If what Lasren says is right, he’s
locked himself away in his own
mind. That can’t be healthy. As a
counsellor you should know that.

CAMBRIDGE
It’s my job to tell you how to do
your job, Commander, not vice
versa. The best counselling allows
the patient to choose his own
therapy. Like I said, this is what
Chakotay needs now, apparently.
I’m not saying we let it go on
forever. But I think he’ll come
out when he’s ready. Not before.​


Paris reluctantly accepts that. Not like he has any other choice. Turning away from Chakotay and Lasren, Paris steps through into another area of sickbay...

...where HARRY KIM lies unconscious on a bio-bed, the early prototype DOCTOR working over him.


PARIS
Any changes, Doctor?

DOCTOR
I’d alert you if there were. But it
seems Lieutenant Kim is being
remarkably resistant to my -

PARIS
Keep me apprised. I’ll be on
the bridge.
(calls out)
Lasren, you’re with me.​


Lasren steps away from Chakotay and follows Paris out of sickbay. The Doctor joins Chakotay and Cambridge, muttering with barely suppressed annoyance...


DOCTOR
“Keep me apprised.” I just said
I’d alert him. And anyway, I’m a
doctor, not a messaging service -

CAMBRIDGE
Doctor, in your medical opinion,
is there anything more you can do
for Lieutenant Kim and Captain
Chakotay at this time? Any reason
the automated systems can’t be
trusted to keep an eye on them?

DOCTOR
No, but I don’t -

CAMBRIDGE
Computer, terminate emergency
medical hologram.

DOCTOR
(indignant)
Now, wait just a -​


But too late - the Emergency Medical Hologram dissolves out of existence, and Cambridge is left alone with his captain. He pulls up the chair Lasren was using, places it close to Chakotay’s side, and just sits in companionable silence.


7 EST. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - NIGHT


Returning us to the centre of Federation government...


8 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


Another hologram is being projected from the emitters placed all around the otherwise deserted room. It shows Bajoran first minister ASAREM, standing at the press podium and giving a speech for all of Bajor, all the Federation.


ASAREM
I speak to my people now - to
those who have remained at
home with us, and to Bajorans all
across known space, wherever you
may be. I pray you remain safe.​


Under the above, we PAN slowly around until we see only one seat occupied - by Bacco’s press liaison KANT JOREL. The irascible Bajoran glares blankly at the shivering hologram.


ASAREM
(continuing)
I am honoured to have been your
First Minister these last years, and
I am proud of what Bajor has
become. But even in these dark
times, we must not lose hope...​


9 INT. VENTURE - SICKBAY


A Galaxy-class Starfleet sickbay, as seen throughout TNG. BEN SISKO stands out of the way, watching equally blankly as medical personnel (nurse NI-JALIKREII among them) work feverishly to save a room full of groaning patients.


ASAREM (v.o.)
For it is only when we lose hope
that we are truly lost. Our faith
in the Prophets has sustained
us through countless trials,
and it will sustain us now.​


Utterly untouched by hope or faith, Sisko looks across the room to a bio-bed, upon which rests ELIAS VAUGHN. He is unconscious, so still as to appear dead if not for the life sign readings blinking away at a worryingly low level.


10 INT. SISKO’S HOUSE - DAY


KASIDY YATES stands at her back door, looking out through the glass to the garden. Her daughter REBECCA is out there, bundled up nice and warm as she and her minder JASMINE TEY run around in the snow, happily exchanging snowballs.

Kasidy turns and walks back towards the living room...


ASAREM (v.o.)
It is for this reason that I urge
all of us, every Bajoran, to
follow the example of our Vedek
Assembly, of Kai Pralon, of Ranjen
Opaka, and of Prylar Kira Nerys,
the right hand of the Emissary...​


Kasidy reaches the mantlepiece over the fire, and looks at the PICTURE of the three Sisko men - Ben, Jake, Joseph...


ASAREM (v.o.)
(continuing)
...who even now have taken to
the streets, ensuring that all of
us feel the love of the Prophets.​


Kasidy is not feeling the love of the Prophets right now.


11 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


Back to Jorel, who sits watching the hologram of Asarem...


ASAREM
(continuing)
Please, pray with us, my children.
Wherever you are, whomever you
worship... pray with us. And may
we all walk with the Prophets.

JOREL
End transmission.​


The hologram dissolves, revealing another face behind it - KRIM, the Bajoran council member. Jorel jerks in shock.


JOREL
Aah!

KRIM
A pleasure to see you too, Jorel.

JOREL
Kosst it, Aldos! What in fire are
you still doing here?

KRIM
I could ask you the same question.

JOREL
Where else have I got to go? The
rooms at home are just as cold and
empty as the rooms here, so what’s
the difference? And I don’t much
like the idea of being the fool
who has to hold the first press
conference after armageddon.

KRIM
It occurs to me, Jorel, that as two
Bajorans who have spent most of
our time in this building for the
last year... we have spent little
of that time together.​


Jorel gets up and walks away, his back to his press podium.


JOREL
Socialising isn’t my area.

KRIM
I think it’s more than that. I’ve
even heard gossip among the Palais
staff that you’re... afraid of me.

JOREL
(turns back)
It’s not you I’m afraid of.
(gestures to the
air between them)
It’s... her.

KRIM
Wadeen? Why be afraid of her?

JOREL
Oh, I don’t know, maybe it has
something to do with the fact
that she thinks I betrayed her.

KRIM
By taking this job at the Palais?
Ridiculous. Wadeen has only good
things to say about you, Jorel.

JOREL
Well, that would make her unique
in this galaxy if it were so.

KRIM
I assure you, you have nothing
to fear from Asarem Wadeen.

JOREL
The man who divorced her thinks I
shouldn’t be afraid of her? That’s
advice I’m guaranteed to ignore.
And you still haven’t told me what
in fire you’re doing here. All the
councillors should be long gone.​


Krim finally moves a little, stepping down off the stage and towards Jorel. He is a military man in a diplomatic role - neither of which lends itself towards emotionalism. But he feels the need in this circumstance.


KRIM
I came here, Jorel... because I
thought we might take the First
Minister’s advice, together.

JOREL
(taken aback)
You... want to pray? With me?

KRIM
As I said, we are both Bajoran.

JOREL
But you’re a soldier.

KRIM
And you’re a...
(tightly)
...”press liaison”. But I believe
that in this instance... we are
very much the same.​


Krim holds his hand out, hoping that the grumpy old newsman will take it. Jorel frowns a moment longer, unsure if he dare admit to this weakness...

...but then he takes Krim’s hand, and the two wizened old Bajorans leave the press room together.


FADE OUT


END OF ACT TWO
 
ACT THREE


FADE IN


12 EST. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - NIGHT


The deserted streets of New Orleans. The famous restaurant is shut down tight for the night.


13 INT. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - BEDROOM - NIGHT


JAKE SISKO turns over in bed, reaches out to slip an arm around his wife. But she is not there. Confused, he looks up... and sees a silhouette, barely visible in the dark.

RENA is in a nightshirt, standing before a Bajoran prayer mandala with her hands in the traditional pose. Gently, quietly, Jake slips out of bed and pads across the floor to join her. When she glances at him, her eyes are wet.


RENA
Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.

JAKE
You didn’t.
(wipes her
tears away)
Can I do anything?​


Rena half-shrugs - what could he possibly do? Then a SOUND comes from downstairs - the CLINK of glasses.


RENA
I guess we’re not the only ones
who couldn’t sleep.

JAKE
I should check on him...

RENA
Go ahead. I’ll be here.​


He pecks her gently on the cheek, and turns to exit the room. She turns back to her prayers...


14 INT. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - NIGHT


Jake creeps quietly down the stairs. The restaurant is deserted as it should be, but a small light is on over the bar, and the drinks cabinet has been opened. Jake hears the sound of a drink being poured, and follows it...

...to find JOSEPH sitting alone at a table on the patio, lifting a healthy-sized glass of whisky to his lips.


JAKE
Grampa... it’s late. And cold.
You should be in bed.

JOSEPH
Told you before, Jake. The only
time you should be in bed -

JAKE
- is when you’re sleeping, dying,
or making love to a beautiful
woman. I know. But -

JOSEPH
They’re on their way. President
sent away our forces, so ain’t
nothin’ gonna stop ‘em. And I’ll
be damned if they gonna get
here and find me resting in my
bed. So I’m gonna sit here,
enjoy a large scotch... and wait.

JAKE
But I just thought... if we went
to sleep, we’d never -

JOSEPH
That’s a no, Jake. Go on and
be with your wife. Go on now.​


Seeing that the old man will not be swayed, Jake cradles his grandfather’s head, placing a tender kiss upon it. Joseph indulges the affection for a moment... then Jake turns and heads back up the stairs. Joseph watches him go.


JOSEPH
Be with her... while you can.​


Then he turns back to look up into the night sky, sipping his whisky.


15 EXT. MYLEA STREETS - DAY


Rebecca Sisko has Kasidy by one mittened hand and Jasmine by the other, and she is pulling them both along eagerly.


REBECCA
Come on, mommy! Hurry up!

KASIDY
What’s the rush...​


But Rebecca will not be stopped, and Kasidy and Jasmine must just catch up. Jasmine looks wryly to Kasidy...


JASMINE
Get out of the house, you said.
Maybe she’ll tire herself out.​


Kasidy faux-glowers at her friend. As they are dragged on, they look around, and see that every Bajoran EXTRA in sight is holding the hand of another, hands raised to shoulder height. Kasidy frowns in confusion - what’s going on?

They come to the small courtyard in front of the bakery shop owned by Rena’s aunt MARJA. Here a larger group of Bajorans have gathered, all holding hands and smiling.


REBECCA
What’s going on, mommy?

KASIDY
I’m not sure, sweetheart.​


A GASP from the crowd - among them are Rena’s friends HALAR and PARSH (seen DS9 9x03 “Waiting for the Mist to Clear”).


HALAR
Prophets... the Emissary’s wife.
Look, everybody! The Emissary’s
wife has come to join us!​


The crowd steps forward, hoping to meet the religious icon. Quickly but subtly, Jasmine pulls Rebecca closer to her - all these strangers are a recipe for danger. Kasidy smiles her thanks, and tries to remain polite for the crowd.


KASIDY
No no, I just came to -

KIRA (o.s.)
Kas?​


Kasidy looks up in surprised relief to see that KIRA, in her prylar robes, has emerged from the bakery shop itself.


KASIDY
Nerys! Oh thank god.

KIRA
Come on, people. Step back, give
the lady some room.​


The crowd return to their praying, encouraged by Kasidy’s presence, letting Kira sweep through towards the Siskos.


KASIDY
Nerys, what’s going on here? We
just came to get some fresh air,
get out of the house, but -

KIRA
(proud, excited)
They’re praying, Kas. All over the
planet, people are coming together
to pray for Bajor’s safety.

JASMINE
Asarem asked everyone to pray.

KIRA
Pralon, Opaka, Yevir - hell, even
Bellis - they’re bringing everyone
together. It’s wonderful, Kasidy.
It’s just what we needed, all of
us. Will you join us?

KASIDY
Nerys, you know I have the utmost
respect for your beliefs, but I -

KIRA
You don’t have to believe in the
Prophets, Kas. Just be with us. It
would mean a lot to these people.

REBECCA
(bouncing)
Can we, mommy? Please?​


Kasidy is still unsure. She looks to Jasmine...


JASMINE
Who could it hurt?​


Though she is still not certain, Kasidy nods her assent. Kira gently takes her hand, making a chain - Kira to Kasidy to Rebecca to Jasmine - and on to the rest of the Bajorans gathered. Halar looks like she could burst from excitement.

And as Kasidy looks on, they all begin to silently pray...


16 INT. DS9 - MAIN OPS CENTRE


Major CENN emerges from the commander’s office. He has just received another Starfleet report. He looks around at his officers - EVIK at tactical, CANDLEWOOD at sciences, NOG at engineering. He doesn’t want to burden them all with it. He moves to the tactical console, confers with Evik.


CENN
Lieutenant Commander Evik. All
tactical systems ready?

EVIK
As they were ten minutes ago,
Major. Please try to relax.

CENN
Relax?! You’re not serious.

EVIK
In situations like these, I always
try to breathe deeply and meditate
to myself. It’s the best way to
avoid mistakes made in haste.

CENN
I’ve been meaning to ask you...
(re tactical console)
You’re in control of a fleet’s worth
of weapons here. How does that
fit in with your dedication to
pacifism and negotiation?

EVIK
Experience has shown that there is
no negotiating with the Borg. No
guiding them towards a peaceful
resolution. Weapons are all we
have. Which is not to say I don’t
regret that we have come to this.​


Cenn nods sad understanding, heads down the steps. Across Ops, a side door opens and HETIK enters. Candlewood is instantly alert to his arrival, and slips away to meet him.


CANDLEWOOD
What’s wrong? Are you okay?

HETIK
I’m fine, John. I’m going to the
shrine, join the prayers. I just
wanted to see you first.

CANDLEWOOD
I wish I could join the services,
and be with you. But I have to -

HETIK
I know. It’s okay. I understand.
I just... wanted to see you.​


Candlewood is touched, staring into his boyfriend’s eyes. They touch foreheads, a quick kiss, and then Hetik is gone. Candlewood returns to his station, and sees that Nog was watching the whole thing. His friend nods acknowledgment. Candlewood looks around and he comes to a decision.


CANDLEWOOD
Major... may I make a suggestion?

CENN
Certainly, Lieutenant. What is it?

CANDLEWOOD
Right now, Prylar Kira is leading
prayer vigils all across Bajor.
The Bajoran civilians here on
the station are doing the same.
I was just thinking... I wouldn’t
want you to feel left out.

CENN
I appreciate the thought, Mister
Candlewood. But I’m not sure
it’s appropriate. This is a place
of business, not of prayer.

EVIK
Forgive me for arguing, Major...
but communal activities at a time
of stress have been shown to have
a positive effect on team morale.

CANDLEWOOD
That... plus I was kinda hoping
you might let me join in myself.​


Cenn is in charge here, but these people have just given him the excuse to do what he really wanted to all along.


CENN
If you insist.
(to all Ops)
Everyone... in so far as it does
not interfere with your duties, I
would like to invite anyone who
wishes to... to pray with us.​


Cenn raises his own hands into the traditional pose, and looks up to the small windows, out at the stars. At the tactical console, Evik does the same. Candlewood stands and clasps his hands together over his heart, bows his head.

From the engineering station, Nog watches all of this. Several of the extras around Ops have taken their own religious poses as they begin to pray as well. Nog has no religious faith to adhere to...

...so he reaches for the MARAUDER MO FIGURINE that his mother gave him (DS9 12x12 “Life of a Statesman”), which he had brought with him to Ops. He clings to it, thinking of his mother, not knowing if she is alive or dead.


17 INT. DEFIANT - BRIDGE


ALECO, the Bajoran Starfleet ensign at tactical, has his hands likewise in the traditional pose. TENMEI observes from helm - she doesn’t understand it, but she accepts it.

Tenmei and BASHIR converse quietly, sensitively. Aleco continues to pray. Commander RO observes all three of them from her command chair, silently reacting.


TENMEI
I heard these prayer vigils are
all over Bajor now. Everybody’s
saying it was Kira’s idea.

BASHIR
I spoke briefly to Philippa - to
Counsellor Matthias. She said
she was going to join Sibias in
the station shrine.

TENMEI
Kristen and Kol are doing the
same. I can see why the Bajorans
are praying... but I don’t get why
the humans are joining them. They
don’t believe in the Prophets.

BASHIR
I suppose it all comes down to an
old Earth saying - “there are no
atheists in a foxhole”.​


Ro hears this - but how does she feel about it?

There is an ALERT from Bashir’s console - he checks it, then turns back to Ro.


BASHIR
Major Cenn has forwarded the
latest reports from Starfleet.

RO
Feed it into the map, Doctor.​


Bashir sets about doing so...


INSERT - THE SCREEN


The small screen on the panel beside Ro’s chair shows the MAP, with its field of red spreading across the Federation.


BACK TO SCENE


Ro observes this dispassionately. Tenmei can’t help asking.


TENMEI
What does it say?

RO
By current estimates... the Borg
will cross into the Bajor sector
within one hour. And they are
slightly less than one hour...
from Earth itself.​


Off Ro, Tenmei and Bashir’s reactions to that...


FADE OUT


END OF ACT THREE
 
ACT FOUR


FADE IN


18 EXT. SPACE - AZURE NEBULA


Focusing on the Enterprise-E, specifically the small row of windows part way down the back of the saucer section.


19 INT. ENTERPRISE - CHAPEL


A multi-faith room, subtle and understated but with symbols and decor appropriate to a wide variety of religions, both human and non-human. The windows show the nebula outside, still with the graveyard of the blockade fleet tumbling.

Security chief CHOUDHURY stands before a small Hindu shrine, gazing into a tiny symbolic flame. Also in the room is Counsellor HEGOL, who stands before the Bajoran mandala with hands in the traditional pose. Both are silent.

At the sense of another body entering the room, they both turn, and see Picard hovering awkwardly.


CHOUDHURY
Captain. Is everything alright?

PICARD
Quite alright, Lieutenant. I was
just looking for... somewhere to
think in peace.

HEGOL
We don’t often see you in here.

PICARD
I’m not generally a religious
person. On the other hand...

CHOUDHURY
Understood. I’ll leave you to it.

PICARD
You’re not leaving on my account,
I hope.

CHOUDHURY
It’s okay, Captain. I’m not really
supposed to be here anyway. Hindu
tradition states that the family
of the deceased is impure for a
period of thirteen days after
the... cremation. I should go.​


Half-bowing politely, Choudhury gathers herself and leaves the room. Hegol looks back at the Bajoran prayer mandala.


HEGOL
Lieutenant Choudhury was here to
mourn her family. I’m still praying
that mine can be saved.

PICARD
Please, don’t let me interrupt.

RIKER (o.s.)
Can I interrupt instead?​


Picard turns in surprise to see Riker. Hegol knew he was there, and now politely excuses himself.


HEGOL
(nods to each)
Captain. Captain.​


Hegol leaves. Picard turns away from Riker, not looking for another confrontation. Riker is patient but determined.


PICARD
I haven’t made my decision yet, Will.

RIKER
I know - I spoke to Worf. But I
didn’t expect to find you in the
Enterprise’s multi-faith chapel.

PICARD
You said I needed to find faith.
Well, here I am. But all I’ve
found so far is confusion.

RIKER
About what?​


Picard seethes for a moment, before turning on his friend.


PICARD
How could you abandon Deanna?
You left her behind, Will.

RIKER
(tensing)
I did what I had to do.

PICARD
I’m not sure I could have chosen
duty over Beverly so easily.

RIKER
I never said it was easy. But I’ve
seen you make decisions like that
before. Nella Darren, for one.

PICARD
That was different. I wasn’t
married to Nella, and she
wasn’t pregnant. Beverly is.​


The guilt comes back full force upon Riker, and he has to clench his fist against it. Picard sees the reaction, and instantly returns to being Riker’s friend and confidant.


PICARD
What is it? What have I said?

RIKER
We’ve been trying to start a
family. It was hard. We thought
we’d done it. But it... Deanna...
we had a miscarriage.

PICARD
Mon dieu. I’m so sorry, Will.

RIKER
We tried again. The new embryo
is deformed, and it’ll miscarry too
- it’s only a matter of time. But
Deanna won’t terminate it, even
though it could kill her. And I
think it’s my fault.

PICARD
How is any of that your fault?

RIKER
I should have said ‘enough!’ and
put an end to the whole thing.
It’s my job to protect her. And
when she needed me most, I left
her behind, alone, on the other
side of the goddamn galaxy!​


Riker has to turn away and pace. Picard approaches quietly.


PICARD
Have you tried talking to anyone
about this?

RIKER
Yeah, I talked to Chris. What a
mistake that was.

PICARD
Not an easy subject for a captain
to discuss, even with a trusted
first officer.

RIKER
(deep breath)
So now you know what’s eating
me alive. Are you ready to tell
me what’s bothering you?​


Now it is Picard’s turn to pace, as he ponders what to say.


PICARD
I’d always told myself that I
didn’t want a family, didn’t need
one. Certainly there were fleeting
moments, days when I’d wonder...
but I never took them seriously.
Not until Robert and René died.
(swallows lump)
Even then, I was afraid. I should
have reached out to Beverly right
then and made up for lost time.
But I hesitated... and I almost lost
her. That’s what it took for me to
see what she meant to me.​


Picard sniffles away tears. Riker knows how big a thing it is that Picard is letting anyone hear him say these things.


PICARD
So I let her into my life. And I
curse myself daily for not having
done it sooner. But when she
suggested we have a child, I
panicked. The idea terrified me.

RIKER
Why?

PICARD
I was afraid it would be tempting
fate. And no sooner did Beverly
and I conceive our son... than the
Borg began their final invasion.
After all these years, I indulged
myself with one selfish act... and
condemned countless others to
suffer and die for my mistake.

RIKER
You can’t be serious. You don’t
really believe the Borg invaded
because you conceived a child?

PICARD
Of course not! But it’s not about
logic, or reason, or causality. It’s
about creating new life, and then
being afraid you’ll have to watch
it die. And even if we stop this
invasion, what then? What of the
next one, Will? Must my son live
with this menace every day of
his life? When will it end?

RIKER
It will end when we end it. You
came here looking for faith. Well,
have faith in us. You said we’d all
been telling you we didn’t recognise
the man you’d become. That’s
because we all know who you are.
And if we trust you... surely that
means you can trust yourself.​


Off Picard’s desperate confusion...


20 INT. ENTERPRISE - BRIDGE / READY ROOM


Picard stands in the open doorway of his ready room, his back to the bridge, which continues about its business. The ready room has been stripped back to its bulkheads. Picard feels the heavy footsteps of WORF approaching...


PICARD
Yes, Worf?

WORF
Commanders LaForge and Kadohata
are completing their modifications
to the subspace transmitter and
the main deflector. Both systems
will be online in two minutes.

PICARD
Very well. Have we heard from
Titan or Aventine?

WORF
Titan has locked the coordinates
of the Caeliar’s home system.
Aventine has provided the software
to generate and maintain a sub-
space micro-tunnel stable enough
for a high-complexity comm signal.

PICARD
(turns to Worf)
Is Captain Hernandez ready?

WORF
Almost. Lieutenant Chen will help
Commander Pazlar to monitor the
link to the Caeliar from Titan.
When they signal ready, we
can initiate the soliton pulse.​


Picard nods his acceptance of that, then walks back to his bridge command chair. Worf follows and takes the XO chair.


PICARD
Any news from Starfleet Command?

WORF
The Borg attack fleet is thirty
minutes from Earth and Mars.
Captain, I have a question...
about Admiral Akaar’s orders.

PICARD
I take it you don’t approve.

WORF
It would not be my first choice.

PICARD
The idea of running away doesn’t
sit well with me either, but the
admiral may be right. Once
Earth falls... this war is over.

WORF
And what will become of us?

PICARD
To be truthful, I haven’t really
thought that far ahead.

WORF
We have nowhere to run. Neither
can we remain here indefinitely.
If we cannot flee, and we cannot
hide, logic dictates we attack.

PICARD
Channeling Ambassador Spock again?

WORF
I am merely stating the facts.

PICARD
Be that as it may, we won’t be
doing any of those things just
yet - not until we see the results
of our current undertaking.​


They both settle back, staring at the viewscreen which shows the damaged Titan, Aventine and Voyager...


21 EXT. SPACE – AZURE NEBULA


Focusing on the Titan, specifically the sensor pod...


22 INT. TITAN - STELLAR CARTOGRAPHY


Lt Cmdr MELORA PAZLAR floats in ZERO-G in the centre of the room, her hands manipulating various holographic controls. Behind her while she works, Hernandez and the Enterprise’s perky young contact specialist T’RYSSA CHEN float likewise.


CHEN
Eight-hundred-and-sixty years!
Wow! You must have learned so
much about the Caeliar in that time.

HERNANDEZ
Sometimes I think I’ve barely
scratched the surface.
(to Pazlar)
Commander, are we ready yet?

PAZLAR
Sorry, Captain - working fast as I
can. T’Ryssa, have you calibrated
the alpha wave receiver?

CHEN
Yup, did it.
(back to Hernandez)
What about little Caeliar? After
they became synthetic, did they
stop having babies? If they’re
zero-growth population, is it by
choice? Do they still have sex?

HERNANDEZ
Lieutenant. I’ll answer your
questions, except for the last
one, on one condition - that you
stop asking them until we’re done
here. Can you manage that?

CHEN
Deal.​


Pazlar exchanges a look with Hernandez - only a minute longer, I promise. Meanwhile Chen twirls about in zero-G, ending up perpendicular to the others, just for the larks.


HERNANDEZ
When we met the Caeliar, they
numbered in the billions. Since
they were immortal, they figured
that was enough. But when the
Cataclysm destroyed Erigol, ninety-
eight percent of the species was
killed. There’s only the fifty-two
million on Axion left now.​


Pazlar finishes the last of her adjustments.


PAZLAR
We’re ready. Captain, would you
like to test the interface?​


Hernandez nods, and floats herself into the centre of the room, taking Pazlar’s place while the Elaysian science officer moves to a console. Hernandez concentrates...

...and the holographic controls all reset, SWIRLING around the three women, until settling back down where they were.


HERNANDEZ
Feels good.

PAZLAR
Alright. I’m signalling Enterprise
and letting them know we’re ready.​


Chen grins up at Hernandez, crossing her fingers for luck.


CHEN
Fingers crossed.

HERNANDEZ
Lieutenant, do you make a special
effort to confound expectations
about your Vulcan heritage?

CHEN
Actually, yes.

HERNANDEZ
Don’t try so hard.

PAZLAR
Stand by. Enterprise is generating
the soliton pulse now...​


As they await the results...


23 EXT. SPACE – AZURE NEBULA


The Enterprise’s main deflector GLOWING with power...


24 INT. TITAN - STELLAR CARTOGRAPHY


The holographic controls are aflame as the Columbia captain reaches out across the depths of space with her mind...


25 HERNANDEZ


CLOSE on her face, as she experiences all of this...


26 EXT. SPACE


The stars, and we MOVE through them, faster, faster, until we break THROUGH the continuum of space itself into...


27 INT. SUBSPACE TUNNEL


We are Hernandez’s own perception flying through the blue tunnel. We break back out of this into normal space...


28 EXT. SPACE


The Caeliar’s new home system, a sun completely surrounded by a spherical metal shell, a planet in the same condition. We zoom on towards the planet, THROUGH its metal shell...


29 EXT. NEW ERIGOL - PLANET SURFACE


RUSHING across the lush surface, until we see AXION, the glittering city-ship hovering above the ground. We rush towards it, THROUGH its gleaming metal-crystal walls...


30 INT. AXION


We zoom across and above and through the inexplicable alien architecture, towards the crystal PYRAMID of the Caeliar’s QUORUM, their centre of government. THROUGH the walls...


31 INT. CAELIAR QUORUM


...where the governing council of the Caeliar sit in rows, looking down to the central floor, where stands INYX, Hernandez’s friend and companion among the Caeliar.

And as we rush towards him, into EXTREME CLOSE-UP, the Caeliar male GASPS in surprised recognition and relief.


INYX
Erika...​


32 INT. TITAN - STELLAR CARTOGRAPHY


Hernandez smiles warmly, glad to be back with her friend...


HERNANDEZ
Hello, Inyx.​


BLACK OUT


END OF ACT FOUR
 
ACT FIVE


FADE IN


33 INT. CAELIAR QUORUM


The Caeliar Quorum is silent, staring in awe and confusion at the projection of Erika Hernandez standing on the floor of their government hall, next to their own Inyx.


HERNANDEZ
As long as I have your attention,
I’d like to apologise for my fly-
by-night exit. I would have left
a note, but there wasn’t time.​


The leader of the Quorum, ORDEMO, glowers down at her.


ORDEMO
Your sarcasm remains as blunt as
ever. No matter. Even if you were
sincere, mere words would hardly
repair the damage you’ve caused.

HERNANDEZ
Still exaggerating, I see, Ordemo.

INYX
For once, Ordemo has understated
the matter. The feedback pulse
you created to free Titan caused
significant harm to the apparatus.​


But by Inyx’s look and tone, he is not annoyed at her - if anything, he is secretly impressed and proud of his friend.


HERNANDEZ
I won’t bother to beg forgiveness.
That’s not why I’m here. I’ve come
to ask for your help - and to tell
you why you should give it.

ORDEMO
You refer to the hostilities which
currently threaten your homeworld?

HERNANDEZ
That’s part of it.

ORDEMO
Then you’re wasting your time.
We don’t meddle in the affairs
of others, you know that.

HERNANDEZ
I do. But I’m not asking you to
help Earth - not directly. I’m
asking you to help the Borg.

INYX
Erika... the Borg are a brutal,
rapacious culture. Why would
you wish us to aid them?

HERNANDEZ
Because you created them.
And in a way, so did we.​


Hernandez sends IMAGES through the telepathic connection...


34 MONTAGE


Lightning-fast clips from TTN 1x16 “Whatever It Takes”, VOY 10x20 “Dodo” and VOY 10x21 “Alpha”, showing...

-- The destruction of Erigol, the many city-ships trying to escape through subspace tunnels, only three succeeding

-- The city-ship Mantilis crashing to the surface of the frozen Delta Quadrant world of Arehaz

-- The surviving crew of Columbia, freezing and starving, taking desperate refuge in an icy cave

-- The twinkling blue lights of the devolved Caeliar descending on the humans, ready to consume them


35 END MONTAGE - BACK TO SCENE


The horror spreads throughout the Quorum. They cannot deny the truth of these images, they are in all their heads.


INYX
Mantilis... it must have survived
the Cataclysm.

HERNANDEZ
With humans and Caeliar onboard.
They tried to unite for survival, but
instead of fusing strengths, it
amplified the ugliest parts of both
species. Your paranoia and need
for conformity got tangled up with
human barbarism and violence.
It was a recipe for disaster.

INYX
No, Erika... it’s nothing less than
a complete abomination.

HERNANDEZ
The Borg Collective has abducted
trillions of sentient life forms over
the past several thousand years,
and laid waste to vast swathes of
the galaxy. But I promise you, the
drones are not to blame. We are.
And I’m going to need your help
to make it right.

ORDEMO
What, precisely, are you asking
of us, Erika?

HERNANDEZ
Bring Axion here to me, and I’ll
explain everything in person.

ORDEMO
And if we refuse?

HERNANDEZ
Then you can stay hidden and
afraid, until the Borg find you.
And mark my words, Ordemo
- they will find you.​


As the gathered Caeliar consider her words...


36 EXT. SPACE


A DOZEN Borg Cubes zoom through space... They pass JUPITER, identifiable by its unique cloud patterns, and keep going.


AKAAR (v.o.)
The Borg fleet has passed Jupiter.​


37 INT. PALAIS - MONET ROOM


Bacco sits at the end of the conference table, beneath the portraits of her predecessors. Admiral Akaar sits along one side, with Piñiero, Seven of Nine, and Jorel also present. Secretary SIVAK and bodyguard WEXLER hover nearby.


AKAAR
(continuing)
Four minutes to Earth orbit.​


Bacco doesn’t respond. She stares along the table length.


BACCO
Why do you think Zife kept that
painting in here?​


Baffled, they all turn to look where she is looking - at the reason for this room’s name. The Monet classic “Bridge Over a Pool of Water Lilies” hangs on the opposite wall.


PIÑIERO
Ma’am... the Earth is minutes away
from obliteration. Is this really the
time to discuss Min Zife’s interior
decorating choices?

BACCO
Well, we won’t be able to discuss
them in four minutes time, will
we? This used to be just another
meeting room before the Dominion
War. Then Zife came along and
had it rebuilt top to bottom, with
every fancy gizmo he could find.
But he left that painting right
there. I’m just curious why.
(to Seven)
Miss Seven? Any thoughts?​


Pleasantly surprised at the proper use of her chosen name, Seven deigns to consider the painting.


SEVEN
Its placement opposite the chair
of the president suggests it was
retained for his benefit. Perhaps
he found it helped him to focus.

AKAAR
I served under President Zife, and
I know exactly why it’s there. It
was a reminder - to himself, and
to the rest of us - that this is what
is at stake if we fail. It was one
of his first decrees as president,
when everyone else in this
building was obsessed with
strategies and casualty reports.
He left that painting there to
remind us why we fight.​


Bacco nods, sharing a small smile with Piñiero. Right at the end of everything, Zife is somewhat redeemed.

Akaar places a hand to his ear, listening to a report. Then he turns back to Bacco.


AKAAR
Ninety seconds until the Borg are
within firing distance of Earth,
Madam President.

BACCO
(deep breath)
Thank you, Admiral.​


38 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT


The Borg cubes split, spreading out into a wide formation to cover as much of the Earth as possible. The dark shapes swarm across the familiar blue-green-white world...


BORG VOICE (v.o.)
Attack continuing. The Federation
must be destroyed. All life on
Earth must be eradicated. All
other directives are suspended...​


39 INT. ENTERPRISE - BRIDGE


Picard sits in his command chair, downcast, not expecting anything good to happen. And then it does...

The viewscreen suddenly WHITES OUT, forcing the crew to flinch back and cover their eyes.

Picard looks up in quiet amazement, hope threatening to force its way through his despondency...


40 INT. AVENTINE - BRIDGE


Dax is conferring with Kedair and Bowers at the tactical console when their own gigantic viewscreen WHITES OUT. She turns to the screen, a grin of victory filling her face...


DAX
Yes!​


41 INT. VOYAGER - BRIDGE


The darkened and damaged Voyager bridge is suddenly bleached out with overwhelming white light. LASREN pokes his head up from behind the Ops console in confusion...

Paris appears in the broken-open doorway of the ready room, and we can see that the same white light is shining in through the ready room’s windows. It’s everywhere.


PARIS
What the hell now...?​


42 INT. TITAN - BRIDGE


Riker stands from his chair, staring into the light. It’s what they wanted, but now it’s here, he’s a little daunted.

Every screen suddenly goes BLANK, and then is overtaken by the OMEGA SYMBOL - a white Ω on a black background.


HACHESA
Captain...

RIKER
That’s okay, Commander. This is
what we were expecting. Bridge to
Captain Hernandez - they’re here.​


43 INT. TITAN - STELLAR CARTOGRAPHY


Still floating in Titan’s holo-tank, Hernandez smiles wide, the white light shining on her face as well.


HERNANDEZ
Oh... I know, Captain.​


44 EXT. SPACE - AZURE NEBULA


The WHITE LIGHT is shining out of a RIP in space, creating silhouettes of our famous four Starfleet ships. Then the rip tears wider open than even before...

...and the Caeliar city-ship of AXION emerges from it and into the Azure Nebula, more than dwarfing all four ships.

Its sheer size and force makes the space of the nebula rock and wave, causing the lingering debris of the destroyed blockade fleet to tumble away...


45 INT. AXION - OMEGA GENERATOR ROOM


As seen in TTN 1x21 “Almost Perfect”. A huge hollow sphere in the depths of the Caeliar city, with a WHITE SUN hanging in the centre of it - a giant OMEGA MOLECULE.


46 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT


The Earth, surrounded by a dozen Borg cubes...


47 INT. BORG CUBE


The four-sided viewscreen suspended in the central cavern, surrounded by rows and rows of Borg drones on all sides, and it shows the image of an OMEGA MOLECULE.


BORG VOICE
Particle Zero-One-Zero detected.
Directive Omega in effect.

BORG QUEEN (v.o.)
Converge on the energy source.
All other priorities and directives
are rescinded. Assimilate Particle
Zero-One-Zero at any cost.​


48 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT


Every Borg cube immediately SURGES out of orbit, flying back the way they came without a second thought.


49 EXT. SPACE


Another battle elsewhere in space, as a dozen Starfleet ships harry a Borg cube and a sphere. The two Borg vessels immediately stop firing back and go to warp...


50 INT. PALAIS - MONET ROOM


Seven of Nine GASPS, shoving her chair back abruptly. Bacco looks at her confused, but Seven is suddenly miles away...

Then Akaar jerks back from his chair as well, in a most un-Akaar-like way, concerned and confused at the latest report coming into his earpiece. He rushes to a computer console tastefully incorporated into the wall.

Bacco purses at all this undignified last-minute chaos...


BACCO
Admiral, it’s been more than
ninety seconds. Either Starfleet
forgot how to count, or the Borg
decided to be extra-rude at the
last moment and make me wait
for my apocalypse. So which is it?

AKAAR
I don’t believe it...​


Akaar looks back at Bacco, mouth agape and eyes wide.


AKAAR
Madam President... our scans at
this time indicate that all ships in
the Borg armada have reversed
course, including those at Earth.
They are now heading at maximum
speed... towards the Azure Nebula.​


Bacco, Piñiero and Akaar are all astonished. Seven is still feeling the Omega. Jorel raises his hands into the standard shape, and begins to happily pray...


JOREL
Oh, praise the Prophets... praise
the Prophets...​


51 EXT. SPACE - BORG FLEET


Cube after sphere after probe zooms through space, left to right, all getting there as fast as they can.


52 EXT. SPACE - AZURE NEBULA


The Caeliar city-ship looms over the four Starfleet ships.


53 INT. ENTERPRISE - BRIDGE


Every screen except the main viewscreen shows the Ω symbol. The main viewscreen shows what it can of the Caeliar city-ship - only a thin slice of its mid-section, so much bigger is it than the Enterprise.


KADOHATA
Main computer bypasses operating
as expected, Captain. The Omega
Directive is not hindering normal
operations.

PICARD
Thank you, Commander. All scans of
the Caeliar ship are to be treated
as classified information, to be
reviewed only on my authority.

KADOHATA
Understood, sir.​


From the seat beside Picard, Worf leans in confidentially.


WORF
Captain... once the Caeliar have
Hernandez back in their custody,
they might reverse their course
and abandon us to the Borg.

PICARD
Possibly... though the departure
of the Caeliar is hardly the worst
outcome in this scenario. I’m more
worried about the risk of the Borg
assimilating Caeliar technology.​


An alert on Choudhury’s tactical console...


CHOUDHURY
Incoming reports from Starfleet
Command, Captain. The entire
Borg armada has reversed course.

WORF
They are converging on us?

CHOUDHURY
Aye, sir.​


Picard receives these reports stoically...


PICARD
Then we’re surrounded.​


Off Picard’s grim mien...


BLACK OUT


END OF SHOW
 
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