Guys somehow I feel this won't get off the ground so I'm opting out of doing a script.
But we need you.
Okay NEXT PERSON PLEASE.
For your consideration... 3 scenes from a
potential script... one specifically chosen to intrigue
Teacake.
ACT IV:
Scene Seven
Voyager Bridge : All the senior staff are present... except Janeway. Day 10. 8 am
B'Elanna: (raging!) This is Insane! I can't believe you two are going along with this!
Chakotay: (loudly) Believe it, Lieutenant! Now prepare the Aerowing - she's launching Tomorrow at 0 900 hours.
Paris: (jumps up from the conn) Now wait a minute! B'Elanna's right. NOTHING's changed since yesterday when you and Tuvok BOTH signed our petition... what gives?
Tuvok: (unperturbed) "Nothing Gives", Mr Paris. New data has caused us to refine our positions, nothing more.
Kim: (scoffs) New data! What new data? Everything we've learned from our probes and subsequent away missions to the Array have CONFIRMED it's a death trap!
Tuvok: Not necessarily, Mr. Kim. The Captain & I have modified Lt Torres' portable containment shield generator to be used on the Array. That, with the modified environmental suit, and the new radiation vaccines from the Doctor, will give the Captain sufficient protection.
Seven: (brusquely) I wish to see these shield generator specifications.
Tuvok: That would serve no useful purpose... but they are in the tactical database. Review them if you wish... but be aware... the Doctor has already signed off on this mission... she IS leaving.
Seven: (anger?) We shall see.
(Seven exits)
Chakotay: The Captain's made her decision. -- I don't like it any more than you, but we must abide by it...
Paris: (walks up till he's in Chakotay's face) Since when?
B'Elanna: (joins Tom) This isn't like you, Chakotay.
Paris: Exactly! The man who defied Janeway over the Equinox crew? Who had to be relieved of command and confined to quarters???? Since when do YOU back down when she makes a CLEARLY wrong headed decision?
Chakotay: (anger rising) ENOUGH, Paris!
(looks to Tom) You have your orders. If you can't follow them... then I'll strip you of your rank and confine you to the brig!
Kim: (chin jutting out) And if we ALL refuse?
Tuvok: (threatens calmly) We can turn the entire of deck 7 into a brig if we need to....
B'Elanna: (disgusted) I don't believe this is happening...
Chakotay: BELIEVE IT!
(turns in circles to make eye contact with every member of the bridge crew) One way OR another... you WILL be arriving in the Alpha quadrant Tommorrow.
(stops to stare down Paris) Will it be piloting the Conn, Mr Paris... or as a passenger under lock and key? Decide. Now.
Scene Eight
SickBay. The Doctor is humming a folk tune as he works. Day 10. 9:20 am
(Seven enters)
Seven: (lays a padd upon his desk) This data is flawed. Explain.
EMH: (looks down at the padd) I'd love to... but you're going to have to give me more info than that.
Seven: (impatiently) Tuvok said the modified portable shield generator, along with your new vaccines and the environmental suit will protect the Captain from the effects of Radiation poisoning on the Array. My calculations indicate all it will do is delay death from 1 week to 4 weeks.
EMH: (looks uninterested) Indeed?
Seven: Why did you sign off on this mission, if you knew this plan is flawed?
EMH: (turns to pick up some blood samples) If you look closely, I never said the plan was sufficient... only that it was substantially improved over the original.
Seven: (spits out her words) SEMANTICS! I thought you were above such lies. How could you allow yourself to be used in this way? To DECEIVE this crew and your Captain?!
EMH: (pride mixing with anger at her impudence) I Resent that accusation, Seven! The Captain has NOT been deceived in any way by this report, THAT I CAN assure you!
Seven: (won't budge) Then why would she accept an assignment that means her certain death?
EMH: (reaches to put the blood samples in the analyzer.) You'll have to ask her yourself. I'm not at liberty to discuss it.
Seven: (begins to walk away, but turns to toss one further accusation) More semantics, Doctor?
EMH: (he snaps) Not semantics! Ethics!
Seven: (sneers) Since when is it ethical to LIE, Doctor?
EMH: (sneers back with equal deadliness) One would THINK, after working for 4 years with a Vulcan... that you'd have learned the difference between lieing... and refusing to tell the truth.
Seven: (harshly) Hiding behind Vulcan philosphy now? It seems beneath you.
EMH: (walks forward until he has Seven by the arm and has escorted her the rest of the way to the sickbay doors) Then how about hiding behind "Doctor - Patient" privilege?
(doors swish open) NOW GO! -- I have WORK to do!
(The EMH steps back from the doors, allowing them to close on Seven.)
Scene Nine
Janeway's quarters. Day 10. 10:15 am . Janeway is packing.
(Door Chimes)
(Seven Enters)
Seven: (she's upset, and it shows) Captain? I have analyzed the schematics on the portable shield generator you and Tuvok have modified....
(Seven is struggling to gain her composure. Janeway ignores her failure)
Janeway: (still packing, says simply) And you've detected a flaw.
Seven: (surprised, control slipping further, She can simply croak out a single word) Yes.
Janeway: (going through her cabinet until she finds the Romulan Ale) You've discovered that it is only going to provide partial protection... and that I've "maybe" 6 weeks to live if I go through with this.
Seven: (tortured, whispers...) Four.
Janeway: (stops, looks down at the nearly full trunk, then over at Seven) Not even as long as I thought. Seems like a waste... packing so much for such a short trip.
Seven: (is in agoney) Captain.....
Janeway: (can't look at her pain. Swallows and sighs.) You haven't told anyone yet... I hope.
Seven: (confused, tries to walk closer to look in Janeway's eyes.) No.... I....
Janeway: (interrupts) Good.
(Janeway walks over to her bookcase and studies the titles stamped on the bindings)
Janeway: I'd appreciate it if you'd help us keep up the subtrefuge for a few more hours....
(she picks out 8 volumes.) I know... it would be easier to download everything in my library onto 1 simple padd, but I soooooo like the feel of a book in my hands when I read it.
(As Janeway carries them to her trunk, she finally looks up at Seven... and is appalled at what she sees. A tear has escaped from Seven's right eye.)
Janeway: Seven...?
Seven: (half whispers, half confesses) Captain. ... I .... know.
Janeway: (becomes wary) Know? Know what?
Seven: (lifts a padd) I accessed your medical file this morning.
Janeway: (reaction is instantaneous and incensed!) SEVEN! You had No Right, NO RIGHT! Do you hear me!
Seven: (flinching in pain with every rebuke, she pleads) Captain....
Janeway: (stalks away, and then back at the woman) How Dare you!
Seven: (does not shrink away from the Captain's tirade, although she can't duplicate it) Why didn't you tell us? Tell ... SOMEone?
Janeway: (looks down at the books in her hands, and throws them into the trunk with a great crash) Tell? What's to tell?
(she turns her back on Seven and walks over to the viewport.) "Good morning crew. I'm sorry to inform you... but 6 years ago your Captain contracted the phage. The Doctor was able to expand it's usual dormant phase but that phase has now ended. We expect her to fall ill within 4 - 6 months, and without replacement parts she's expected to die within 6 - 9 months."
(Janeway turns back to Seven) Is that what you want me to tell 140 men & women I've come to know and love these last 7 years...
(Janeway walks back to the trunk. She lowers the lid and locks it before standing back up to face the young woman) Believe me, Seven, its better for all concerned if we let them think I died a glorious death saving their lives... than for me to remain on board this ship
(looks about fondly) sitting behind a biohazard field in sickbay... accepting condolences as I whither away. Never knowing if my crew will EVER get home.
Seven: (control non-existant) And what about those of us who canNOT face either scenario?
Janeway: (she walks up to her protege) Seven....
(Janeway reaches up to wipe the tears from Seven's cheek) Death is a fact of life......
(Janeway looks embarrassed, and brings her hand down to her side.) You will adapt.
Seven: (gasping in remembered pain, Seven cries out and backs away from Janeway.) Noooo... that is what "One" told me before HE died in my arms.....
(tears take over the ex-drone and she collapses upon the couch.)
Janeway: (appalled at what she's done, sits next to Seven and puts her arms around the quaking shoulders. Soon she is rocking her, like she was a six year old child again.) Oh God, Seven. I'm so sorry, forgive me. Forgive me... I swear I didn't mean to hurt you...you weren't to know... Oh god....
Shushhhh, I'm so sorry...
Shusshhh... it's going to be alright, you'll see... shushhhh ... You're going to get through this....
Yessss, You're going to be alright.... No matter what happens.... You're going to be fine... trust me....
Shushhh.....
Seven: (turns to hide her tears by burying her face in Janeway's shoulder.) How... How will I do this... without you?
Janeway: (laughs gently as she continues to rock) I asked my mother that... when my father died. "How were we going to go on?" She told me "that" was what children and relationships were for... When we lose someone we love.... our parents... our spouse.... We have to take that love for them and put it somewhere else. Seven.... Anika.... I learned to put it into my crew... and into you. You will put it into Icheb, and Mezoti, and Azan... and Rebi.
Seven: (unconvinced) I wish now that you had never rescued me from the Borg Queen... if love hurts this much.
Janeway: (chuckling though her own tears) No you don't, Seven. It's
because love can FEEL this much, that makes it
so powerful. More powerful even, than the Borg... or the Phage... or time & space itself.
(brushing back her own tears, Janeway bends down to whisper) You'll see, Annika. You'll see.... I promise.