DS9 12x22d – "Destiny, pt 4: Grace"

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    TEASER


    FADE IN:


    1 EST. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - DAY


    It is still winter, but the cloud cover has cleared, and the day looks brighter.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (clears throat)
    Hmm-hmm.
    (taps microphone)
    Is this thing on?​


    A chorus of polite but subdued chuckles.


    2 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    President BACCO stands at the podium. Behind her along the back wall stand her closest advisors - Admiral AKAAR, chief of staff PIÑIERO, deputies PHIRI and Z4 BLUE. Bodyguard WEXLER keeps a close eye on his charge, while press liaison JOREL pouts at someone else daring to use his podium.

    Bacco looks out across the room. It is packed - despite recent events, it seems like every journalist and reporter in the entire Federation has turned up for this briefing.

    Now that it comes time to speak, Bacco’s attempt at humour quickly falls away. Her hands are shaking, but she lifts her chin and straightens her back.


    BACCO
    Citizens of the Federation.
    Members of the Council, honoured
    ambassadors and guests... this day
    has been a long time coming. It is
    my pleasure and my honour to be
    able to bring you this good news.
    The Borg threat... is over.​


    The ROAR of applause and celebration is deafening. Bacco basks in the sound for a moment, but then Jorel steps forward and employs one his standard glowers of disdain, and the crowd eventually settles back down.


    BACCO
    The officers and crews of four
    Starfleet vessels have done what
    so much of our marshalled might
    could not.​


    3 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT


    The four Starfleet ships in question all settle into Earth orbit, given a clear path through the busy field of refugee vessels bringing the natives home. Enterprise, Aventine, Titan and finally a patched-together Voyager.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    A joint effort by the starships
    Enterprise, Aventine, Titan and
    Voyager has turned the tide,
    bringing an end not just to the
    Borg’s invasion of our space, but
    to the tyranny and oppression of
    the Borg throughout this galaxy.​


    4 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    Bacco continues her speech to the Federation’s press...


    BACCO
    (continuing)
    In keeping with all the finest
    traditions of Starfleet, these four
    crews accomplished this feat not
    through violence or brute force,
    but through compassion.​


    5 INT. ENTERPRISE - BRIDGE


    JEAN-LUC PICARD stands and watches the main viewscreen, as it shows the curve of the familiar blue-green-white world below, and Enterprise’s three sister ships nearby.

    He turns back to the bridge, in which his first officer WORF is busy organising everyone, handing out assignments, doing his job patiently and flawlessly. Picard feels lucky and grateful to have such a crew beneath him. Over this:


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continued)
    They took a chance on their better
    angels, reached out to a new ally,
    and in so doing transformed the
    Borg Collective into something
    benign, perhaps even noble.​


    6 EXT. FEDERATION PARK - DAY


    SEVEN OF NINE wears her elegant white-furred winter coat, sitting on a glorified deck chair in front of the gleaming white memorial to Kathryn Janeway that dominates this part of the graveyard. Over this:


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continued)
    I am reliably informed that across
    the Milky Way, trillions of drones
    have been liberated, their free
    will restored.​


    Seven turns her left hand over and back again, looking at it in quiet curiosity. She lifts the hand to feel the skin around her left eye. Both are bare of Borg implants - just smooth blemish-free skin. How does she feel about that?


    7 INT. VOYAGER - BRIDGE


    CHAKOTAY sits in the command chair on his ship’s damaged, darkened bridge. Around him the remaining senior officers - PARIS running the helm, LASREN at ops, VORIK at the engineering console - are celebrating their safe return.

    Paris slaps Vorik on the back in congratulations. CAMBRIDGE shakes the Vulcan’s hand in wry acknowledgement of their accomplishment, against all his pessimism. Over this:


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continued)
    This outcome might feel inadequate
    to those among us who want revenge
    on the Borg. I understand fully, I
    assure you. There is no minimising
    the tragedy we have endured.​


    Cambridge turns back to look at Chakotay, and sees that their captain remains as haunted and heartbroken as ever.


    8 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    Even Bacco herself has to pause and gather her nerves in order to have the courage to say what she has to say next.


    BACCO
    (continuing)
    I am also told, according to even
    our most conservative estimates,
    that more than sixty-three billion
    citizens of the Federation, the
    Klingon Empire, the twin Romulan
    states and other non-allied worlds
    were slaughtered by the Borg
    during this invasion.​


    9 EXT. SPACE - ANDOR ORBIT


    The debris of the battle in orbit of Andor remains - it has only been a matter of days. As the only ship to survive the battle, the Galaxy-class Venture, soars past us, we see the horribly damaged surface of the Andorian homeworld below.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    Sixty-three billion lives cut short.
    The mind boggles at the scope of
    it. Such a horrific crime against
    sentience seems to demand a
    proportional response.​


    10 INT. VENTURE - SICKBAY


    A Galaxy-class sickbay, as seen throughout TNG. As the work to save the lives of the wounded continues, BENJAMIN SISKO stands out of the way, watching, refusing to leave.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    But we must move beyond hatred
    and vengeance. The Borg Collective
    as we knew it no longer exists, and
    we must remember that those who
    carried out its atrocities were
    themselves victims, slaves taken
    from their worlds and families.​


    Looking past the medics and their patients, Sisko spies one figure lying unconscious upon a bio-bed, no-one working on him because there is nothing they can do - ELIAS VAUGHN.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    Now the force that controlled them
    is dissolved, and its emancipated
    drones have vanished to points
    unknown. There is, quite simply,
    no-one left to blame.​


    11 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    Bacco tries to portray a confidence she does not feel...


    BACCO
    (continuing)
    In the aftermath of catastrophe
    on this scale, the prospect of
    rebuilding appears daunting. Some
    might even say it’s impossible to
    ever recover. I say it is not only
    possible, it is essential.​


    12 INT. TITAN - TUVOK’S QUARTERS


    TUVOK kneels on the deck before a meditation lamp, staring into the flame and desperately trying to calm his thoughts.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    We will rebuild those worlds we
    lost. We will heal these wounds.​


    Behind him, at the door of the darkened room, DEANNA TROI stands, with Tuvok’s wife T’PEL greeting her. They speak MOS, trying to discuss Tuvok’s condition with sensitivity. Finally Troi accepts there is nothing she can do right now, and she leaves. T’Pel turns back to her husband...


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    We will reach out not only to our
    own wounded people, but to our
    allies and neighbours, and even to
    those who have called themselves
    our rivals or our enemies.​


    As T’Pel places a hand on his shoulder in quiet comfort, Tuvok does not react.


    13 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    As Bacco continues, her power grows, voice strengthening as her subject turns to the future. The crowd are with her.


    BACCO
    (continuing)
    We will not shrink from the
    challenge of raising back up what
    the Borg have knocked down. We
    will honour the sacrifices of all
    those who died to defend us, by
    creating a future that they would
    have been proud of. We will also
    rebuild Starfleet, to guarantee
    that all we have gained, through
    so much suffering and sacrifice,
    shall be defended and preserved.
    (beat)
    The Federation will rise anew.​


    This time the CLAPPING and CHEERING and STOMPING of feet are thunderous, and this time they will not be stopped. Bacco allows it - it’s good for the people to feel good. As she begins to feel encouraged herself at last...


    BLACK OUT


    END OF TEASER
     
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    ACT ONE


    FADE IN:


    14 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT


    Focusing on the Enterprise, although the other three ships are still there...


    15 INT. ENTERPRISE - CONFERENCE ROOM


    WORF sits at the head of the table, handing out assignments to his senior staff - CRUSHER (medical), CHEN (contact), KADOHATA (ops), CHOUDHURY (security), ELFIKI (science), LaFORGE (engineering) and HEGOL (counselling). No Picard.


    WORF
    I made every effort to accommodate
    your requests, but you remain
    Starfleet officers. Therefore I
    have designed a rotating schedule
    allowing as many as possible to
    take leave, while not neglecting
    the maintenance and repair of
    the Enterprise. Your assignments.​


    Worf hands padds out to those sat nearest, who pass them down the line until they all have one. Inspecting them...


    LaFORGE
    Taurik said he’s fine to run
    engineering for a while, so I’m
    heading home to spend time
    with my sister in Mogadishu.

    KADOHATA
    Me too. Well, not to Mogadishu,
    obviously, but to Cestus Three.

    CRUSHER
    The captain and I will be staying
    with his sister-in-law in LaBarre.
    Tropp can run sickbay on his own.

    LaFORGE
    What about you, Worf?

    WORF
    It is my intention to join Chancellor
    Martok on the Klingon homeworld.
    I am a member of his house... plus
    it is a chance to visit Alexander.
    After that... ​


    He trails off without finishing, because he is looking at Choudhury, who sits staring at the padd in her hand, not speaking. She has no home or family left to go to. Nearby, Counsellor Hegol seems to have noticed the same thing.


    HEGOL
    I am happy to stay aboard the
    Enterprise for the time being.
    I know that Bajor is safe, and
    I dare say my services will be
    more keenly required here.

    ELFIKI
    Commander... I see you’ve got a
    full week here with none of the
    regular command staff on duty.

    WORF
    (glower)
    You yourself are on duty, are you
    not, Lieutenant?

    ELFIKI
    But I’m not command staff. You’d
    need someone with that authority.

    CHEN
    That’d be me.​


    All but Worf turn to look at Chen, the youngest and least experienced officer at the table.


    CHEN
    Yes, me. Don’t look so surprised,
    all of you. I’ve got no family to
    visit. I ran away from my mom as
    soon as I could and I never even
    met my dad. I’m more use here.

    WORF
    Lieutenant Chen has the captain’s
    full confidence.​


    Faces around the room suggest a wry “Okay, if you say so.” Worf glowers to make sure no-one vocalises their concerns.


    WORF
    You have your schedules. Those
    of you who are taking leave, you
    may do so as of now. Dismissed.​


    The company gets to their feet and heads for the doors. Choudhury is one of the last to go. Worf calls out...


    WORF
    Lieutenant Choudhury...​


    She hesitates. Once they are alone, Worf steps closer...


    WORF
    Jasminder... are you certain you
    would not prefer me to join you?

    CHOUDHURY
    I appreciate the offer, Worf. But I
    don’t need you to hold my hand.​


    Not unkindly, she pats him on the arm and leaves the room.


    16 EST. DEEP SPACE NINE


    The Cardassian space station, with the Defiant and the Da Vinci docked, and freighters coming and going.


    17 INT. DS9 - MAIN OPS CENTRE


    The door from the commander’s office opens, and RO and GOMEZ emerge into Ops, heading towards the transporter.


    RO
    It’s been good having you here,
    Sonya. And good luck with your
    new mission.

    GOMEZ
    Don’t need luck. We’re miracle
    workers, remember?​


    With a shared smile, Gomez steps onto the transporter.


    RO
    Mister Candlewood, please beam
    Captain Gomez to the Da Vinci.

    CANDLEWOOD
    Aye, sir.​


    CANDLEWOOD works his console. Gomez waves goodbye to Ro, NOG and TENMEI, and then she is gone in a transporter beam. Ro heads down to the central ops table, run by CENN.


    RO
    Major, give the Da Vinci full
    clearance to the wormhole.

    NOG
    Why, what’s their new mission?

    RO
    Something very important and
    prestigious, Lieutenant. Not to
    mention a long time coming.

    CENN
    Docking clamps released, Da Vinci
    is on her way.​


    They all look up to the VIEWSCREEN, which shows Da Vinci pulling away from the station, looping out into open space, and diving into the blue-white mouth of the WORMHOLE.


    CANDLEWOOD
    Commander! I’ve got the latest
    reports from Starfleet Command.

    TENMEI
    Don’t tell me - it was all a mis-
    understanding, and the Borg are
    coming to obliterate us after all.​


    The attempt at gallows humour falls flat, as Candlewood’s face reveals that the message is not good news.


    RO
    What is it, John?

    CANDLEWOOD
    Casualty reports. Confirmed deaths
    of Starfleet officers. Vessels known
    to have been destroyed.​


    Ro approaches Tenmei and takes hold of her hand. Then she looks up at Candlewood, and says what neither wants to say.


    RO
    Search the list, Lieutenant. Three
    names - Vaughn, Sisko, ch’Thane.​


    Grasping the solemnity of the task, Candlewood does. A few moments of silence... he looks up in delighted amazement.


    CANDLEWOOD
    They’re not there.

    NOG
    You’re sure? Check again.

    CANDLEWOOD
    They’re not there, Nog.

    TENMEI
    (happy tears)
    They’re alive. They’re alive.

    CENN
    Thank the Prophets.​


    As Tenmei runs to share a relieved HUG with Candlewood and Nog, Ro gives Cenn a curious look...


    18 INT. VENTURE - SICKBAY


    Beginning on ELIAS VAUGHN, lying unconscious on a bio-bed.


    ROGEIRO (o.s)
    He is alive... strictly speaking.​


    Open out to reveal ROGEIRO stood by the bed with SISKO. The latter is shut down, receiving Rogeiro’s report blankly.


    SISKO
    But...?

    ROGEIRO
    But... Doctor Ibelna says that
    Captain Vaughn is all but brain
    dead. His injuries mean he won’t
    survive without life support.

    SISKO
    I’ll have to tell his daughter.

    ROGEIRO
    One other thing, sir. The reports
    of destroyed ships.. there were
    some Andorian refugee vessels.​


    Sisko turns to look across the sickbay, still populated by patients and medics, but the urgency has passed. Sitting on his own against the wall, staring into the middle distance, is SHAR. He is even more emotionally wounded than Sisko.


    SISKO
    Lieutenant ch’Thane’s family?

    ROGEIRO
    No bodies found, but the ship they
    were registered to is on the list.
    Shar already lost his mother and
    his mentor in the Borg attack on
    Laikan. This will kill him.​


    Sisko turns away. He can’t look, it’s all too much. Rogeiro attempts to cheer him up, not knowing Sisko’s own issues...


    ROGEIRO
    But the reports say neither Earth
    nor Bajor were attacked at all.

    SISKO
    (distant)
    And I wasn’t there.

    ROGEIRO
    Sir...?

    SISKO
    I begged Zenkar to send me to
    Earth or Bajor. He refused.

    ROGEIRO
    Yes. And both worlds survived.

    SISKO
    Apparently. And I stayed here, at
    Andor... and now a people who were
    already on the edge of extinction
    have seen millions more killed.
    Including everyone Lieutenant
    ch’Thane cared about.

    ROGEIRO
    I don’t see the connection, sir.

    SISKO
    Maybe not. But I do.​


    With a brain-dead Vaughn on one side, and an emotionally devastated Shar on the other, Sisko feels the weight of crushing guilt. Somehow, this was all his fault.


    19 EST. BAJOR - SISKO’S HOUSE


    The personal dwelling on Sisko’s private land in Kendra.


    20 INT. SISKO’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY


    REBECCA plays with her bodyguard-babysitter JASMINE on the living room floor. In the archway to the kitchen, out of earshot, stand KASIDY and KIRA, wearing her prylar’s robes.


    KIRA
    He’s safe, Kas. You saw the report
    Major Cenn passed on - Benjamin’s
    name was not on the list. You still
    have your husband, and Rebecca
    still has her father.

    KASIDY
    I know. I know. I’ll just feel better
    when I can see him, and touch him,
    and really know he’s safe. You know?

    KIRA
    You know Starfleet. There’ll be
    meetings and discussions and
    debriefs for weeks, most likely.
    He’ll be home as soon as he can.

    KASIDY
    You must be very happy.

    KIRA
    What do you mean?

    KASIDY
    Your prayer vigils. The whole planet’s
    saying it’s because of you that the
    Borg turned back.

    KIRA
    Look, Kas... I don’t care about
    publicity or being famous. In
    fact, I’d much prefer to not have
    either. That’s not why I did it.

    KASIDY
    I know, Nerys, I wasn’t accusing
    you of anything. But... you do
    have a tendency to push yourself
    to the front of situations.

    KIRA
    (chuckle)
    I think that’s less about wanting
    fame than it is an “if you want it
    done right, do it yourself” kind
    of thing. I’m working on it.​


    There’s the TRILL of an alert - somebody is calling them. Everyone is suddenly tense, assuming it must be bad. Jasmine gets up and heads over to her jacket hanging by the door, digs in the pocket and pulls out a Bajoran combadge.


    JASMINE
    This is Sergeant Tey.

    ROCHAN (comm)
    Sergeant, it’s Major Rochan from
    Shikina. Is Prylar Kira with you?

    JASMINE
    She is. Is there a problem?

    ROCHAN (comm)
    The Kai wants to see her in her
    chambers as soon as possible.

    JASMINE
    (off Kira’s nod)
    Understood. She’ll be there.​


    Jasmine taps the line closed, and all eyes turn to Kira, who has no idea what this could be about.


    KIRA
    I guess I’m in trouble again.

    KASIDY
    You want me to go with you?

    KIRA
    I can handle them. You just keep
    an eye on this precious girl.​


    Ruffling Rebecca’s hair on the way out, Kira waves goodbye to Kasidy and Jasmine, and EXITS. Kasidy remains standing, worrying about everything - Kira, Sisko, Rebecca...


    BLACK OUT


    END OF ACT ONE
     
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    ACT TWO


    FADE IN:


    21 EXT. KLINGON GREAT HALL


    Heavy spiked boots and a ceremonial cane STOMP their way hesitantly up a slight incline of rubble and dust. As the figure reaches the top, we travel up the body to reveal...

    ...that it is CHANCELLOR MARTOK. The battle-scarred old warrior leans on the cane, his left leg still splinted with long strips of metal scavenged from his damaged ship. He turns slowly to look around, and sees...

    ...the FIRST CITY of Qo’noS, utterly devastated. Blasted husks of buildings, smoking wreckage and crashed vehicles. He CHOKES from the dust and filth in the air.


    MARTOK
    This is worse even than Praxis.
    Seven major cities destroyed...
    six members of the High Council
    lost in battle... all others missing
    in action.​


    Beside him, WORF wears his Starfleet uniform.


    WORF
    As of this moment... you are the
    High Council. A tempting thought.

    MARTOK
    The call of ambition is powerful,
    I do not deny it. But I will not be
    that man. That will not be my
    legacy. You have casualty reports?

    WORF
    Preliminary numbers only.

    MARTOK
    Tell me.

    WORF
    Seventy-seven million, worldwide.​


    Staring around at the destruction, Martok CHUCKLES.


    WORF
    Is something amusing, Chancellor?

    MARTOK
    I was just thinking... that this is
    the second time since I became
    chancellor that the Great Hall has
    been levelled. I could be wrong,
    but I think I am the only leader
    of the Council to make that claim.

    WORF
    I must take my leave.

    MARTOK
    So soon?
    (off Worf’s
    awkwardness)
    Ah - there is a woman. Do not be
    ashamed of your passions, Worf.
    Jadzia would want you to be happy,
    and she looks upon us all with
    pride from Sto-Vo-Kor. And, if the
    tales are true, then her successor
    has brought more honour than the
    House of Martok has ever known.
    (beat)
    Still, I will tell you something,
    Worf... This is no victory. No
    songs will be sung of this day.​


    As the two friends stare out at the destruction...


    22 EXT. STARFLEET ACADEMY


    As seen in numerous previous episodes and movies.


    23 INT. STARFLEET ACADEMY - CORRIDOR


    SEVEN OF NINE strides purposefully down the corridor, in a smart business suit and carrying a folder under her arm. She is trying to get on with her day as if nothing changed.


    ICHEB (o.s.)
    Seven!​


    Seven turns sharply, and sees ICHEB running to catch up to her. He is wearing a cadet uniform, and like her, the metal adornments on his face have disappeared. As he nears, Seven gazes at this in shock. Icheb misconstrues her look...


    ICHEB
    Oh, sorry - Professor Hansen.

    SEVEN
    Icheb... are you alright? Your
    face, your implants...

    ICHEB
    I see the same thing happened
    to you. What did it feel like?

    SEVEN
    (glances around,
    evasive)
    I do not wish to discuss it.

    DOCTOR (o.s.)
    Seven!​


    Exasperated, Seven turns the other way and sees the DOCTOR approaching. This is the ‘real’ Doctor now, not the newborn Doctor that was treating Chakotay.


    DOCTOR
    Excuse me - Professor Hansen.

    SEVEN
    What can I do for you, Doctor?

    DOCTOR
    Seven... you’ve been through a
    profound change. Both of you have.
    Why haven’t you come to see me?

    SEVEN
    My transformation was courtesy of
    the Caeliar - reportedly the most
    advanced race ever encountered
    by the Federation, and progenitors
    of the Borg. I have no intention of
    allowing Starfleet to indulge their
    inevitable paranoia about the Caeliar
    by subjecting me to invasive
    medical tests. Neither does Icheb.

    DOCTOR
    Seven - it’s me. I can help.

    SEVEN
    Do not trouble yourself, Doctor.
    I will adapt.​


    It is clear Seven will not be swayed - there is no-one more stubborn, even when she is so clearly scared and worried. The Doctor can only sigh, and brings up a PADD, deeply troubled by the contents of it.


    DOCTOR
    Well anyway... I have another
    reason to talk to you. Have you
    seen this? It’s the destroyed
    vessels report.

    SEVEN
    I have been otherwise occupied.

    DOCTOR
    I still can’t believe it. I’ve been
    trying to find a way to talk to
    him about it, but -

    ICHEB
    Talk to who, Doctor?

    DOCTOR
    Commander Paris.

    SEVEN
    I was under the impression Mister
    Paris was currently at Starfleet
    Medical, watching over Mister Kim.
    Would you not have seen him?

    DOCTOR
    I know where he is, Seven. It’s
    facing him I can’t quite manage.
    I’m sure it’ll be months if not
    years before we know everyone
    who’s died, but...

    SEVEN
    Doctor, please come to the point.​


    The Doctor has been prevaricating, not wanting to face it.


    DOCTOR
    This morning, there was a report
    of shuttle debris found in sector
    22093, an unregistered shuttle.

    SEVEN
    I’m sorry, Doctor, but I still do
    not understand the relevance.

    DOCTOR
    It’s B’Elanna and Miral. It was
    their shuttle. That sector saw
    heavy fighting between the Borg
    and the Klingons, and they must
    have got caught in the crossfire.​


    Silence as everyone absorbs that. Seven speaks softly...


    SEVEN
    B’Elanna and Miral are dead?

    ICHEB
    Are you sure it’s them? Someone
    might have made a mistake...

    DOCTOR
    Their names are on the list. That
    means someone must have identified
    whatever was left... I have to tell
    Mister Paris, but it’s hard enough
    delivering such bad news to
    strangers, and Mister Kim’s in a
    coma, Tuvok’s on Deneva, I have
    no idea where Chakotay is -

    SEVEN
    I believe I may have an idea to
    help, Doctor. Come with me.​


    Grateful, the Doctor follows as Seven strides on down the corridor. Icheb is left to chase after them in confusion.


    ICHEB
    Wait - where’s Chakotay?​


    Seven and the Doctor walk on without answering...


    24 EST. ORCAS ISLAND - FROM THE AIR


    The small group of islands off the North-Western coast of the USA, tucked into the complex series of peninsulas and waterways between Seattle and Vancouver. While there are some small settlements, it is mostly forest and woodland.


    25 EXT. ORCAS ISLAND - FOREST


    The forest is dense and the RAIN is cold and determined, but CHAKOTAY trudges on. Dressed in hardy adventurer’s gear, he fights his way through the underbrush until he reaches a CLEARING in the trees, and a view.

    He pauses for a moment to gaze out across the slopes down to the sea, the endless ocean beyond the tree lines, the mountains visible far in the distance. He takes his time - he might as well, since this is going to be his home.

    Hefting his rucksack onto his back - survival gear by which a man might live alone in the wilderness for who knows how long - Chakotay turns and forges on into the forest.


    26 EXT. DENEVA - PLANET SURFACE


    A HAND scoops up a palm-full of grey-brown dust, then lets it slip through the fingers back down to the ground. The greasy mixture clings to the skin.

    Tuvok stands back up, wiping off his hands on his trousers. He sees his wife T’Pel, who is looking across the blasted ground to the slow parade of mourners of various species.


    T’PEL
    Why did we come here, husband?
    Starfleet told us that nothing of
    Deneva had survived, and that
    there would be no remains or
    relics to recover.

    TUVOK
    I wished to see this for myself.

    T’PEL
    We should return to Titan now.

    TUVOK
    No. I am not ready yet.

    T’PEL
    There is nothing else for us to
    find or do here. Staying longer
    serves no purpose.

    TUVOK
    I do not wish to explain myself,
    T’Pel. I will remain here while I
    reflect on what has happened.
    I would prefer that you stay
    with me, but if you wish to
    depart, I will not stop you.​


    Both Vulcans gaze across the heath to the quietly milling crowds, all looking in vain for something to reclaim. A passing wind picks up the dust, kicks it around them.


    T’PEL
    If you are pondering the details
    of our son’s death, I would urge
    you to consider that most likely,
    it was swift and entailed only
    fleeting pain.

    TUVOK
    The specifics of his demise are
    not important. I question his
    choice not to escape with Ione
    when it was still possible.

    T’PEL
    Elieth was fully committed to the
    service and protection of others.
    If he and Ione stayed behind,
    they must have considered it
    to be the logical choice.

    TUVOK
    I can see no logic in this, T’Pel.
    My son... is dead.​


    Tuvok returns to staring into the dusty ground...


    27 EST. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - DAY


    The classic New Orleans restaurant on a bright if cold day.


    28 INT. SISKO’S RESTAURANT - DAY


    The atmosphere is jubilant, with diners filling every table and several more sat at the bar waiting their turn. JOSEPH SISKO holds court as he always does, greeting everyone and generally being the life of the party.


    JOSEPH
    My son is alive! Did you hear? The
    bad guys are gone, and my son the
    Starfleet legend is safe and well.​


    As Joseph continues to move from table to table, checking that everyone is happy with their food and life in general, JAKE and RENA stand together in the kitchen, watching through the service hatch with delighted bemusement.


    JAKE
    Only last night he was sat out
    on that patio, with a drink in his
    hand, waiting for death. Now
    look at him go.

    RENA
    It’s good to see him so happy.

    JAKE
    And how are you feeling now?

    RENA
    I’m feeling great! The Prophets
    have saved us all, the Emissary
    remains with us, my husband has
    an exciting new career beginning
    in a few weeks and this jambalaya
    is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

    JOSEPH
    Damn right it is.​


    Joseph has passed through into the kitchen. He tears off his apron and rests against the counter for a moment.


    JAKE
    Y’okay, Grampa?

    JOSEPH
    I’m fine, just a little... over-
    excited, I guess. Don’t you - ​


    His knees BUCKLE, and Joseph plummets to the floor, sending a pan tumbling with a loud CLANG. Rena YELPS in shock.


    JAKE
    Grampa!​


    Jake rushes to his grandfather, who is on the floor and clasping his hands to his chest, eyes wide in fear. Out in the restaurant, customers are getting to their feet, having heard the sound. In desperation, Jake turns back to Rena.


    JAKE
    Call a doctor! NOW! ​


    BLACK OUT


    END OF ACT TWO
     
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    ACT THREE


    FADE IN:


    29 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR


    TREIR calls the results at the dabo table...


    TREIR
    Dabo!​


    ...and the crowd CHEERS loudly and enthusiastically. The bar is packed full with Starfleet officers on their breaks, Bajoran civilians, and guest aliens, and all CELEBRATING.

    Among them is TENMEI, raising her glass and cheering along with the dabo winners - strangers, but she is in a good mood. Sat opposite her is NOG, who is less celebratory.


    NOG
    The bar hasn’t been this busy
    in weeks.

    TENMEI
    Your uncle must be happy.​


    Nog looks across to the bar, where QUARK is running his empire with pride and passion, in his element.


    NOG
    Guess so. Oh by the way, the Da
    Vinci
    came back through. They’re
    on their way to Earth now.

    TENMEI
    Wish I could have got a chance
    to check it out before they left.

    NOG
    Me too. But they’re on a clock.​


    A SIP of their drinks, another SHOUT of “Dabo!” from the table, and then Quark is there, cheering along with them. As the winners move off into the crowd and back to the bar to spend their winnings, Quark turns to Nog and Tenmei.


    NOG
    You’re in an unusually generous
    mood, uncle.

    QUARK
    Fifty-fifth Rule, Nog.​


    And then he’s on his way. Nog is less than convinced.


    TENMEI
    Which one’s fifty-fifth again?

    NOG
    “Take joy from profit, and profit
    from joy.” But I think he’s really
    back on the thirty-ninth again.

    TENMEI
    And which one’s that?

    NOG
    “Never tell your customers more
    than they need to know.”

    TENMEI
    What do you mean?

    NOG
    That list of destroyed ships...
    the Nagus’s personal shuttle
    wasn’t on it.

    TENMEI
    That’s a good thing, isn’t it?

    NOG
    No... because at least that would
    have let us know for sure. As it
    is, my uncle has no idea if his
    moogie is alive or dead. And I
    don’t know if mine is either.​


    Tenmei turns again to look at Quark, who is heading towards the bar’s store-room...


    30 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR - STORE ROOM


    Quark enters the store room, heading straight for a crate of bottles. He grabs one in each hand... but then stops.

    And for a moment, the mask slips. All the joy and happiness was an act. In fact he’s deathly worried for his family.

    Then he raises the mask again, turns and heads back out into the bar. As he passes through the door, he raises the bottles in his hands and BRANDISHES them victoriously, to the cheers of the nearby crowd. The door closes behind him.


    31 INT. DS9 - QUARK’S BAR


    Tenmei watches Quark emerge with the bottles held high.


    TENMEI
    I guess it’s like John said.
    Everything’s a performance.
    Deep down, it’s all fake.

    NOG
    Where is John anyway?​


    32 INT. DS9 - CANDLEWOOD’S QUARTERS


    CANDLEWOOD lifts a box off an anti-grav, carries it over to the coffee table, and places it down. Then he stands and stretches his back out - it’s hard work, this lifting lark.

    HETIK comes over and takes John by the waist, massaging his boyfriend’s sore back muscles and leaning in to place a kiss on the back of his neck. John relaxes into it.

    Then Hetik goes to pick up another box, lifts it over his head effortlessly, and takes it into the bedroom. John watches with an annoyed pout at how easy he makes it look.

    When Hetik emerges from the bedroom, he heads to a space they have made on one side of the living room, which features Hetik’s Bajoran PRAYER MANDALA.

    Hetik stops for a moment before it, not praying exactly but just appreciating. John joins him, and they stand with arms around each other, gazing into the swirling patterns. The two men KISS comfortably - the plague passed them over.

    Hetik moves to grab another box from the anti-grav, and lugs it into the bedroom. Checking that his boyfriend is out of sight, John quickly steps to the front door...

    ...and touches the mezuzah set up on the doorpost. Better safe than sorry.


    33 INT. TITAN - KERU’S QUARTERS


    A PHOTO of Lt Sean Hawk (TNG “First Contact”) rests on a shelf. A hand reaches in to pick it up - KERU’s. The burly Trill security chief gazes wistfully at the image of his boyfriend, lost in battle against the Borg years before.

    There is no anger anymore, no accusation. With the end of the Borg, Keru can let go of all that, and just enjoy the happy memories. He places the photo back on the shelf, and turns to TORVIG, who watches with quizzically cocked head.

    Months ago, the mechanical arms and electronic eyepieces enhancing the diminutive cybernetic kanger-ostrich Choblik engineering cadet reminded Keru too much of the Borg. Now they have worked through their differences and are friends.

    Keru pats Torvig affectionately on his furry back, and the two EXIT his quarters into the corridor.


    34 INT. TITAN - CREW LOUNGE


    The door of the Titan’s crew lounge opens, and Keru and Torvig ENTER together - to find the room packed with other people. Here mill dozens of Titan’s crew, of all shapes and sizes and colours and species and genders.

    Keru and Torvig move into the crowd, who are to a body craning to get a glimpse out of the large picture window at the front of the lounge. The view reveals the Earth below, with Enterprise, Aventine and Voyager in view, as well as the throng of smaller ships moving in and out of orbit.

    XIN RA-HAVREII stands looking out at this view, stroking his long white moustache. At the sense of someone new, Ra-Havreii turns... to see MELORA PAZLAR pushing carefully through the crowd in her armature suit.


    RA-HAVREII
    Good morning, Melora.

    PAZLAR
    Good morning, Xin. Room for one
    more up front?​


    Ra-Havreii glares at the young CATULLAN man next to him... the man moves, allowing Pazlar to step up to the window. The crowd forces the pair in close and intimate.


    RA-HAVREII
    I thought you hated crowds.

    PAZLAR
    I do. But I hate missing out even
    more. And they had to shut down
    my holo-presence network for repairs.

    RA-HAVREII
    Oh, really? ...That’s a shame.

    PAZLAR
    I have a theory about the holo-
    presence system, you know.

    RA-HAVREII
    Really? Do tell.

    PAZLAR
    I think it’s proof that you’re in
    love with me.

    RA-HAVREII
    (choke, splutter)
    Ridiculous! I mean... well, love
    is, um, such a strong word,
    and we’ve hardly - that is -

    PAZLAR
    Simmer down, Commander. It’s not
    the least enticing idea I’ve heard
    lately. And some of your past
    conquests have assured me that
    you know how to be gentle. Which
    is important to a girl like me.​


    Ra-Havreii smiles almost shyly - she has been talking about him with others. About sex. He’s quite flustered.


    RA-HAVREII
    I confess I find your invitation
    almost irresistible, Melora...

    PAZLAR
    Almost?

    RA-HAVREII
    But... before I surrender to my
    passions, and to yours... it’s
    vital that I be honest with you.

    PAZLAR
    About what?

    RA-HAVREII
    Well, about me. I am... deeply
    attracted to you, Melora, and in
    ways I haven’t felt about someone
    for a long time. But I’m afraid
    it’s simply not in my nature
    to be, well... monogamous.

    PAZLAR
    (soft chuckle)
    Who’s asking? Let’s just see how
    our first date goes, okay?

    RA-HAVREII
    Okay. Sounds like a plan.​


    CHRISTINE VALE’s voice comes over the comm system...


    VALE (comm)
    Attention Titan personnel. Muster
    starboard for passing honours.​


    The gathered crowd pushes even closer to the window, trying with all their might to see around corners to the right.


    VOICE (o.s.)
    Here they come!​


    Finally into view emerges the Da Vinci. And behind it, the Sabre-class vessel is dragging by means of tractor beam...

    ...the NX-02 Columbia, excavated from the desert planet in the Gamma Quadrant and brought home at last to Earth.

    Da Vinci angles itself to present the battered and beaten, but still holding together, centuries-old ship to the many eyes they know are watching this momentous occasion.


    PAZLAR
    Wow... look at that. Sometimes
    videos don’t do history justice.

    RA-HAVREII
    (sniffle)
    Welcome home, old girl.​


    As the gathered crowd continues to gaze in awe...


    35 EXT. SPACE - EARTH ORBIT


    Da Vinci and Columbia move slowly into orbit, the two smaller ships joining their larger sisters...


    36 EXT. DENEVA - PLANET SURFACE


    CHOUDHURY crouches down to the dusty, oily, grimy surface, scanning what remains of the ground with a tricorder.


    CHOUDHURY
    Close enough.​


    She stands back up, and turns to WORF.


    WORF
    Are you sure?

    CHOUDHURY
    All of Deneva’s a cinder. One patch
    of dirt serves as well as any other.
    We should get started.​


    She turns back to the tools she brought with her, and grabs a SHOVEL, handing another to Worf with a smile.


    CHOUDHURY
    Thank you for doing this with me.
    For coming back from Qo’noS.

    WORF
    Once I had checked on my family,
    I could not leave you to face
    yours alone. I am honoured that
    you would allow me to be here.

    CHOUDHURY
    Ready?​


    Worf smiles, and they begin to DIG into the ground. After a few minutes of hard labour, they have excavated a pit. They set down the shovels and grab more supplies - she a PACKAGE of chemicals and he a DRUM of water. Both go into the pit.

    Finally Choudhury reaches for the final ingredient - a tiny SAPLING of a tree. Worf holds it upright while Choudhury shovels the soil back around it. Then they stand back to observe their work. Choudhury has tears in her eyes.


    CHOUDHURY
    It’s so... it’s so tiny.

    WORF
    It is a beginning.​


    Worf holds Choudhury to him, and they gaze upon the tree...


    37 EXT. EARTH - MOGADISHU


    GEORDI LaFORGE angrily pushes his way through a crowd. We hear the sounds of a SOCCER GAME - but one for school kids. These people are the kids’ parents, cheering eagerly. But Geordi is not - he is trying to escape.

    His sister, ARIANA, follows urgently through the path he created, carrying a pair of drinks from the concessions.


    ARIANA
    Geordi! If that was my kid scoring
    a goal and you made me miss it...​


    He ignores her and forges ahead, until he reaches the top of a hill which looks out over the city of MOGADISHU. There he stops, and Ariana finally catches up to him, handing him his drink then using her spare hand to fix her headdress.


    ARIANA
    Hey - I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.

    LaFORGE
    Yes you did. You’ve always hated
    Starfleet, you never hid it.

    ARIANA
    Not Starfleet itself. Just the
    fact that both parents and my
    brother joined it - and I never
    got to see any of them.

    LaFORGE
    It looks the same as always,
    doesn’t it? So normal, like
    nothing happened. You would
    have no idea, seeing this, how
    close we came to losing it all.

    ARIANA
    Well that’s not fair. You weren’t
    here when things were at their
    worst. Wasn’t much normality then.

    LaFORGE
    Didn’t take you long to go back to
    soccer games and picnics, did it?

    ARIANA
    What are we supposed to do? Cover
    ourselves in sackcloth and ashes
    and beg the universe for mercy?
    Life goes on, Geordi.

    LaFORGE
    For you. Never mind the billions
    of people who weren’t so lucky.
    (beat)
    I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.

    ARIANA
    (sigh)
    You need to stop beating yourself
    up, Geordi. And you need to stop
    feeling guilty.

    LaFORGE
    I... what? That’s ridiculous.
    I don’t feel guilty...

    ARIANA
    I know you better than that,
    Geordi. You survived the
    Borg when billions died. You
    survived the Dominion, Tezwa,
    the Remans. You outlived
    mom. You outlived Data...

    LaFORGE
    That’s stupid... I shouldn’t
    feel guilty for living...

    ARIANA
    No... you shouldn’t.​


    The tears are coming to Geordi’s artificial eyes. Ariana gathers her big brother into her arms and holds him.


    ARIANA
    I’m proud of you, big brother, for
    putting on that uniform and going
    out there so that we can all live
    here safely and have picnics and
    play soccer. But I’m also very,
    very grateful that you get to
    come back every once in a
    while and share it with us.​


    FADE OUT


    END OF ACT THREE
     
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    ACT FOUR


    FADE IN:


    38 EST. STARFLEET MEDICAL


    As seen in VOY 7x25 “Endgame, pt 1”...


    39 INT. STARFLEET MEDICAL - PRIVATE ROOM


    HARRY KIM lies unconscious on a bio-bed, all manner of hi-tech health-monitoring devices attached to him. TOM PARIS sits by the bed, balefully watching his injured friend. He is worn out, exhausted both physically and emotionally.

    The door to the room creeps open, and Paris looks up...

    ...to see his mother, JULIA PARIS (last seen VOY 10x11 “Post Mortem”), poking her head into the room. She had been planning on staying strong for his sake, but the moment her son’s arms are around her, the TEARS come full force.


    JULIA
    My son... I’m so sorry. It’s too
    much to bear... How is Harry?

    PARIS
    They’re going to wake him up
    tomorrow. His parents were
    here only an hour or so ago,
    and Libby an hour before that...

    JULIA
    Good, that’s good. Tom... do you
    know why I’ve come?​


    An awkward pause. Paris can’t look his mother in the eyes.


    PARIS
    I think so. It’s the casualty
    reports, isn’t it?
    (Julia nods)
    Is it about dad? Because -

    JULIA
    It’s not about your father.

    PARIS
    Then what is it?
    (no response)
    Damn it, mom, say something.

    JULIA
    B’Elanna and Miral are dead.​


    Paris looks at his mother like she just spoke Sinnravian to him, but his legs know the truth - the strength goes from them and he staggers to the seat. His mother holds him up long enough to get him settled.


    JULIA
    Debris from B’Elanna’s shuttle was
    discovered. Both their names were
    on the list. Tom, I’m so sorry.​


    Suddenly Tom is out of the seat and across the other side of the room, putting distance between them.


    PARIS
    It’s... I mean, that’s it, right?

    JULIA
    Tom?

    PARIS
    That’s the only proof you have?
    Their names on a list?

    JULIA
    Seven of Nine and your Doctor
    friend showed me. They confirmed
    the remnants of the shuttle, and
    identified it as B’Elanna’s.

    PARIS
    Show me. I wanna see it.

    JULIA
    Are you sure?

    PARIS
    I wanna see it, mom.​


    Reluctantly, Julia digs in her purse and pulls out a PADD, hands it to her son. He reads its contents... and his face hardens, unreadable. Neither sad nor angry. In fact almost relieved - it’s proof, and he can accept it now.


    JULIA
    Tom... your father loved you. And
    he loved B’Elanna, and Miral. He
    never meant what he said to you
    that night.

    PARIS
    I know...

    JULIA
    He was terribly disappointed, of
    course, that you two broke up. But
    he shouldn’t have blamed you. He
    knew there was more to it than
    that, he’s just so stubborn -

    PARIS
    Mom, I know. He told me. He sent
    a message, just before... He said
    he was sorry. He said... everything
    I needed to hear.​


    Julia is overwhelmed to hear this about her husband - that he did the right thing at the end. She pulls Tom close and holds her son to her breast, lets him weep.


    JULIA
    You’re so like him, you know that?

    PARIS
    Like dad?

    JULIA
    He would have been so proud of
    you, of what you’ve done, leading
    your crew through this savagery.
    It’s what he would have done.

    PARIS
    Thanks, mom.​


    40 EXT. BAJOR - ESTABLISHING


    The central monastery in Ashalla...


    41 INT. SHIKINA MONASTERY – KAI’S OFFICE


    The door opens, and Major ROCHAN shows Prylar KIRA in. She enters and stops in shock - because not only is Kai PRALON sitting behind her desk, but also OPAKA, YEVIR, SOLIS and BELLIS are sitting or standing around the room.


    PRALON
    Prylar Kira. Thank you for coming.

    KIRA
    Of course, Eminence. Is there a
    problem?

    PRALON
    Not at all - quite the opposite.
    This is a time for celebration.

    KIRA
    I don’t understand. What happened?

    OPAKA
    You happened, Nerys. It was
    you who led the vedeks into the
    streets. Who brought peace and
    love to the people of Bajor when
    they needed it most.

    YEVIR
    The Emissary chose well.​


    Everyone gathers around Kira, who is a little stunned at the attention. Bellis just looks on from afar, pondering.


    PRALON
    That is why we have decided that
    this is the only suitable reward.​


    Pralon reaches into a drawer in her desk, and pulls out an EARRING, of the very elaborate type worn by vedeks.


    PRALON
    We welcome you to walk with the
    Prophets... Vedek Kira Nerys.

    KIRA
    But your Eminence... I didn’t do
    what I did for a reward.

    SOLIS
    We know, Nerys. That is what makes
    the reward so richly deserved.

    YEVIR
    And everyone in this room agrees
    that this is so.​


    Kira can’t help but look askance at Bellis, whom everyone knows has disapproved of her. Yevir notes the glance...


    YEVIR
    (continuing)
    Everyone in the room.​


    Bellis accepts Kira’s mistrust without protest - he knows he deserves that and worse.

    Turning back to Pralon, Kira reaches out and gingerly takes the earring from the kai’s hand. She can hardly believe it.

    But as she nervously, almost jokingly raises it to her ear to see how it feels, the others all congratulate her...


    42 INT. DS9 - COMMANDER’S OFFICE


    The door opens, and Major CENN enters from Ops. RO has been hovering anxiously by her desk, waiting for him, and now stands nervously at his arrival.


    RO
    Major. Thanks for coming.
    (gestures
    to couches)
    Shall we?​


    Cenn follows Ro to the couch area and sits, but Ro remains standing, pacing. Clearly she has something on her mind.


    CENN
    Commander... what’s going on?

    RO
    Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.
    I’m just... gonna talk for a while,
    okay? And I need you to just
    listen, and not interrupt. Just
    let me get it out.​


    A curious comment, but Cenn accepts it and settles back into the couch, signalling he will listen quietly. She nods and goes back to pacing a little, finding where to start.


    RO
    Alright. The Borg are gone. No-one
    disputes that, we’ve all seen the
    visual records. Seems pretty clear
    to me that we have these Caeliar
    to thank for it. But you, Nath, Kol,
    Nerys... every Bajoran as far as I
    can tell... ever since it happened
    you’ve all been thanking the
    Prophets for saving you.

    CENN
    Well - ​


    Ro points at him and hisses a sharp, angry “zip it” sound, and Cenn falls back into silence. Ro continues to pace.


    RO
    Now, every neurone in my brain
    is telling me that’s ridiculous.
    There is no possible coherent path
    from A to B to C, that can explain
    how anything the Prophets or the
    Bajorans did had anything to do
    with stopping the Borg. It was
    pure coincidence that they turned
    back right at the edge of Bajoran
    space, and I think it’s silly to try
    to read anything into that.​


    Cenn purses a little but holds his tongue as he promised.


    RO
    But here’s the thing. Vedek Bellis
    said it would happen. He came here
    and demanded that Starfleet leave,
    because the Prophets would protect
    Bajor. And you said the same. You
    said the Prophets didn’t need
    Starfleet to protect Bajor, they
    were going to do it themselves.
    (beat)
    And from that perspective, I can’t
    deny that it looks like you were
    right. Oh, I can come up with all
    the rational justifications about
    seeing what you want to see and
    interpreting everything through
    your personal worldview... but I
    keep coming back to that point.
    That for you - and for everyone
    else here, apparently - what you
    expected to happen, what you had
    faith would happen... did happen.​


    Cenn looks back at her calmly, peacefully, because she’s right - he did have faith, and it was rewarded.


    RO
    In fact, Bellis actually left me a
    message a few minutes ago. I let
    the system take it ‘cause I didn’t
    fancy another slanging match right
    now... but he actually apologised
    for the way he spoke to me.
    (off Cenn’s surprise)
    I know! That’s the biggest miracle
    yet if you ask me. I didn’t think he
    had it in him, and I was damn sure
    I didn’t have it in me. But somehow...
    he managed it. And that got me
    thinking about Kira. About how she
    got the whole damn planet praying,
    the whole system, and it didn’t
    matter if you were orthodox or
    Ohalavar or not religious at all
    - everyone prayed together.
    (beat)
    And again I thought - well, what
    difference is that gonna make? And
    maybe it made no difference to the
    Borg or the Caeliar. But you know
    who it did make a difference to?​


    Cenn smiles - she seems to be getting it.


    RO
    (continuing)
    The Bajoran people. Maybe everyone
    else already got this, but I don’t
    think it really matters if there’s
    any metaphysical consequences to
    praying or not... because it’s not
    about that. It’s the psychological
    consequences, the sense of unity
    that comes from everyone doing the
    same thing for the same reasons.
    (beat)
    And who knows, maybe it does have
    some physical, measurable effect
    on hormones or brain chemistry or
    something - that’s for Bashir to
    worry about. All I know is, from
    watching Kira, from watching the
    Bajoran civilians on the station,
    from watching you... it works.​


    Ro stops pacing and turns to face Cenn directly.


    RO
    Now, don’t get overexcited. I’m
    not saying I’ve suddenly come
    over all religious. It’s just... I see
    a whole planet of people working
    together like that, all believing
    the same thing, and then rejoicing
    when it seemed like everything
    they believed came true. A whole
    planet of people who understand
    something I apparently don’t. And,
    can that many people all be wrong?​


    Finally, Ro sits, taking the couch opposite to Cenn, placing herself level with him.


    RO
    I’ve never felt that... surety.
    That connection. So I guess
    what I’m saying is... I’d like you
    to talk to me now... about the
    Prophets. Will you do that?​


    Cenn leans forward, closing the distance between them. It’s everything he ever hoped for - of course he will.


    FADE OUT


    END OF ACT FOUR
     
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    ACT FIVE


    FADE IN:


    43 EST. PALAIS DE LA CONCORDE - DAY


    Bringing us back to the centre of Federation government. The SOUND of cheers and applause, the press room’s response to Bacco’s speech, still sounds over the top...


    44 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    President Bacco has allowed the people their moment to celebrate, but at length she holds up a hand to forestall them, and they fall silent.


    BACCO
    One more thing. Although Starfleet
    will be needed for recovery and
    reconstruction, and to render aid
    to anyone who needs it, we will
    also renew our commitment to its
    mission of peaceful exploration,
    diplomatic outreach, and open
    scientific enquiry.​


    45 INT. TITAN - BRIDGE


    A hive of activity as the Titan repairs and prepares. VALE stands at the centre of the organised chaos, while her crew of varied species works around her. Vale watches them all with satisfaction, all her conflicts about this job gone.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continued)
    If not for the Luna project,
    exemplified by the Titan and its
    mission to put words into action
    by showing the galaxy what we are
    made of, we might not be here
    today. Therefore that mission will
    resume immediately - to seek out
    new worlds and new civilisations,
    and to offer, to those who are
    ready, our hand in friendship.​


    46 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    President Bacco continues her speech...


    BACCO
    (continuing)
    There are those who might doubt
    our ability to do all of these
    things at once. To them I say,
    don’t underestimate the United
    Federation of Planets. Just because
    we suffered the brunt of injuries
    in this conflict, don’t assume
    we are weak or vulnerable.​


    47 INT. STARFLEET MEDICAL - PRIVATE WARD


    PARIS sits still watching over the unconscious KIM. But in his hand, he holds the padd upon which his mother brought the news of B’Elanna and Miral’s death. Over this...


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    With patience and courage, this
    can become a time of hope.​


    Paris looks at the padd, at the news upon it... and SMILES.


    48 EXT. SPACE


    B’Elanna’s two-person slipstream shuttle ZOOMS through open space at high impulse...


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    As long as we remain united...​


    49 INT. SLIPSTREAM SHUTTLE


    Inside the small shuttle, the same report appears on another PADD held in another hand...

    OPEN OUT to reveal it is B’ELANNA TORRES, alive and well. Her three-year-old daughter MIRAL sits playing nearby, as the ship around them is almost completely automated.


    BACCO (v.o.)
    (continuing)
    ...we will emerge from these dark
    and hideous days into a brighter
    tomorrow, and we will do so wiser,
    stronger and safer than we were.​


    Smiling at the news of her own death - her and Paris’s plan worked - B’Elanna sets the padd aside and turns back to her joyful daughter, joining the game as the shuttle flies on.


    50 INT. PALAIS – PRESS ROOM


    Back to the speech...


    BACCO
    (continuing)
    That future will not come about
    quickly or easily. But until it
    does, never flinch, never
    weary, and never despair.
    (beat)
    Thank you, and good day.​


    Finally Bacco steps back from the podium, as the room explodes into more APPLAUSE and CHEERS. Bacco looks at her press liaison JOREL, who points to the panel on the podium.


    JOREL
    The switch is right there, ma’am.

    BACCO
    I would never deprive you of the
    pleasure, Jorel.​


    Smiling his thanks, Jorel presses the button... and all the journalists and reporters disappear, their holographic images dissipating. Bacco is left with just her advisors.


    BACCO
    Thank God that’s over with.

    PIÑIERO
    It was a wonderful speech, ma’am.
    It’s what people needed to hear.

    BACCO
    It’s what I needed to hear. The
    Borg are gone, sure. But now
    everything else is up for grabs.

    AKAAR
    There is certainly the potential
    for a period of instability.

    BACCO
    Instability? We’ve got a dead zone
    for a hundred light years around
    the Azure Nebula. More than forty
    percent of the fleet is destroyed.
    Sixty-three billion people are
    dead, and our economy’s about to
    implode. We’re long past unstable,
    Leonard. It’s a whole new ball
    game... and we have no idea who’s
    playing, or what the rules are.

    PIÑIERO
    That’s what keeps the job
    interesting, ma’am.​


    Bacco gives a faux-withering look at her friend, and then the gathered company turns to file out of the room.


    51 INT. ENTERPRISE - CAPTAIN’S LOUNGE


    A private dining room for the exclusive use of the ship’s commanding officer and his guests. PICARD stands from the table, raising his champagne flute.


    PICARD
    A toast. May our friendships, like
    fine wine, only improve with time’s
    advance, and may we always be
    blessed with old wine, old friends,
    and young cares. Cheers.

    RIKER
    Hear, hear.​


    Around the table Crusher, Riker, Troi, Dax and Bowers all lift their own glasses and join the toast. They all drink, and Picard settles back into his seat. Dax scoops up a small mouthful of chocolate mousse.


    DAX
    What an amazing dinner. Thank you
    for inviting us.

    TROI
    I did try to invite Captain Chakotay
    and Commander Paris, but their
    ship’s counsellor said they were
    both otherwise occupied.

    PICARD
    A shame. Every commander deserves
    to be treated at least once to a meal
    in the captain’s lounge. Not only is
    the cuisine exquisite, but the view
    is spectacular.​


    They all turn to look out the window, at the view of the Earth below them, and the sky filled with ships - the Columbia central among them.


    RIKER
    They really knew how to make
    ‘em back then, didn’t they?

    DAX
    I think they make ‘em just fine
    now, thank you very much.

    TROI
    It is amazing, though. To think of
    how much of our history was shaped
    by the fate of that one ship.

    BOWERS
    Like the butterfly effect. One
    decision today can spell life or
    death for billions a hundred years
    from now. You just never know.

    CRUSHER
    True. Maybe the universe is more
    like the subatomic realm than we
    normally think. Full of invisible
    effects and unseen consequences.
    What do you think, Jean-Luc?

    PICARD
    I think perhaps you’ve all had
    enough champagne.​


    They LAUGH - and it feels good to be able to laugh again after such a seemingly endless time of horror and misery.


    BOWERS
    There’s one thing that still
    bothers me.

    RIKER
    What’s that, commander?

    BOWERS
    I feel like we didn’t really do
    anything. Captain Hernandez
    and the Caeliar saved us, while
    we just stood and watched.​


    Picard shakes his head and smiles. He can understand why someone might see it that way, but he doesn’t.


    PICARD
    No. We did far more than that.
    The Federation saved itself, Mister
    Bowers, by doing what it always
    does. We worked together - even
    when some of us tried not to, too
    damaged to see what was necessary.
    We pooled our resources. We built
    alliances. We took all our gifts and
    wove them into a tapestry so
    beautiful that it inspired the gods
    themselves to come down from
    Olympus and fight by our side. We
    survived - and not by sinking to
    the enemy’s level, but by raising
    them up to ours. And... I think we
    could all use a little redemption
    from time to time.

    RIKER
    Not to repeat myself... but hear hear.​


    Riker raises his glass again. Crusher is gazing at her husband with love and adoration - this is why she fell in love with him. Dax folds and sets down her napkin, and stands from the table. The others follow her example.


    DAX
    Sorry to eat and run, but we have
    to get back to the Aventine by
    1900. We’re expecting new orders
    from Starfleet Command.

    PICARD
    An exploration mission, perhaps?

    DAX
    No such luck. Admiral Nechayev
    said the Aventine will be needed
    to help with rescue and recovery
    efforts for at least the next few
    months. Seems like a waste of a
    perfectly good slipstream drive if
    you ask me. Now that it’s fully
    online, I was hoping we’d get to
    visit a new galaxy or something.

    RIKER
    A new one? Do you mind if we
    finish exploring this one first?​


    Dax stretches up to peck Riker affectionately on the cheek.


    DAX
    Don’t be silly, Will. That’s what
    Starfleet has you for.​


    Chuckles around the room. Dax turns to Picard.


    DAX
    Captain, it’s been a pleasure and
    an honour. I hope our paths get
    to cross again some day.

    PICARD
    I’m certain they will. But next
    time, you’re buying dinner.

    DAX
    You’re on.​


    With polite nods and handshakes all around, Dax and Bowers EXIT the room. Beverly shakes her head in amusement.


    CRUSHER
    She’s something else, alright.

    TROI
    She’s remarkably sure of herself.

    PICARD
    She can’t help it - she’s a Dax.

    CRUSHER
    (gentle warning)
    And I’m a Howard.

    TROI
    And I’m a daughter of the Fifth
    House, heiress to the Sacred
    Chalice of Rixx, and the Holy
    Rings of Betazed.
    (pause of horror)
    And I’m turning into my mother.

    RIKER
    (mutter)
    God, I hope not.

    TROI
    What was that?

    RIKER
    (polite smile)
    Nothing, dear.

    TROI
    Mmm-hmm.

    PICARD
    (change the subject)
    Does Titan have new orders yet?

    RIKER
    Nope. We’re moving to McKinley
    Station tomorrow at 0800 for some
    upgrades and refits. We’ll find out
    what’s next once we’re done with
    repairs. I love a surprise.​


    The two women share a knowing glance and a shake of heads.


    CRUSHER
    Listen to you two. You talk like
    the biggest things in your lives
    are light years away.

    TROI
    Did you forget your new assign-
    ments closer to home already?​


    Now the two men exchange a glance - of mock dread.


    RIKER
    Parenthood...

    PICARD
    ...the final frontier.

    CRUSHER
    (to Troi)
    Have you picked out a name yet?

    TROI
    No. You?

    CRUSHER
    No. It’s been a matter of some...
    contention.

    TROI
    I know the feeling.​


    Feeling that it’s perhaps best to get out of there before it gets any worse, Riker turns to Picard, shakes his hand.


    RIKER
    We should go. Don’t tell me to be
    careful.

    PICARD
    I wouldn’t dream of it. Be bold.

    RIKER
    That sounds more like the Captain
    Picard I know. Good to have you
    back, sir.​


    A backslap of comradeship and another cheek-peck, and Riker and Troi are on their way.


    PICARD
    Au revoir, mes amis.​


    And they EXIT. With a sigh of satisfaction, Picard heads to the window. Crusher joins him, takes his hand. Everything feels right, now. Debts settled, promises kept. He’s free.


    CRUSHER
    What will you do in a universe
    without the Borg, Jean-Luc?​


    Picard gazes into space, gives the question due thought.


    PICARD
    I’ll hope that our son is born
    healthy. I’ll hope that we can be
    good parents. I’ll hope that he
    can grow up in a galaxy at peace.
    (beat, smile)
    That’s what I’ll do. I’ll hope.​


    As we pass over Picard and Crusher and THROUGH the window, gazing at the curve of the Earth and the glittering blanket of stars above it...


    FADE OUT


    END OF SHOW
     
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