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The young red-shirts of a deep-space ship are forced to assume command after all of the senior officers succumb to a strange – and fatal – ailment.
The new captain and first officer, his adopted vulcan sister, race to exit the anomaly, and the neutral zone, before everyone contracts the illness, or they are blown apart by Romulans.
The young red-shirts of a deep-space ship are forced to assume command after all of the senior officers succumb to a strange – and fatal – ailment.
The new captain and first officer, his adopted vulcan sister, race to exit the anomaly, and the neutral zone, before everyone contracts the illness, or they are blown apart by Romulans.
The young red-shirts of a deep-space ship are forced to assume command after all of the senior officers succumb to a strange – and fatal – ailment.
The new captain and first officer, his adopted vulcan sister, race to exit the anomaly, and the neutral zone, before everyone contracts the illness, or they are blown apart by Romulans.
WIDE PAN. An old man lies dead on the floor. A vulcan woman crouches over him, checking his pulse. The captain sits in his chair, bleeding from a head wound. CAPTAIN He's dead? VULCAN Yes. CAPTAIN None of this makes any sense. Your analysis, Commander? The vulcan stands. She looks down at the man once more, and then moves around the body. She glances at the helm, which is now unattended. Bending over, she types a command. COMPUTER (V.O.) Autopilot is engaged. The woman straightens up and looks at the captain. He wipes the blood dripping down his forehead and then smiles at her. CAPTAIN Thanks, Commander. Sometimes I forget this ship can't actually fly herself. As moves back to her computer station, she is forced to step over another dead body, a gray-haired man. She continues without glancing down. VULCAN I suppose that is why they made you captain. The captain laughs. The vulcan reaches the science console and bends over it, looking into the view finder. After a moment, she straightens up and addresses the captain. VULCAN It appears my initial hypothesis was correct. The interference the communication officer noted 2.73 hours ago is actually an isotropic wave frequency. CAPTAIN And that is that supposed to mean? 2. There is a pause as the Vulcan types. VULCAN My calculations indicate all carbon-based life forms will be extinguished within the next four hours, unless evasive action is taken to remove us from the disturbance. The bridge is rocked by turbulence. The vulcan falters, unsteady on her feet. A computerized beeping sounds. COMPUTER (V.O.) Auto-pilot has disengaged. The captain stands and moves to the helm. As the camera follows him, another dead body is revealed, an old woman. The captain glances at her, a pained expression on his face. He leans over and hits a button on the console. CAPTAIN Computer, reengage autopilot. COMPUTER (V.O.) Auto-pilot system failure. He looks from the screen to a young woman with red-hair, standing just to the right of the turbo-lift doors. The camera pans around the bridge, and the audience sees the bridge is completely empty. CAPTAIN (to the young woman) Ensign, take control of the ship's steering. You've done this before, haven't you? The young woman nods uncertainly and moves slowly toward the helm. Her breath hitches as she passes by a dead body. CAPTAIN (CONT'D) Ensign, I need you to start steering this ship now. The woman sits down and takes control of the steering. ENSIGN WALTERS Bearings, sir? CAPTAIN Commander, have you charted a course to get us out of this isotropic - whatever? 3. VULCAN Yes, captain. Ensign, bearing 114 v 2092. Continue on this course and we should be free from the disturbance in approximately one point two-three hours. The ensign nods once and enters the bearing into the computer. CLOSE UP of her hands, shaking as she manipulates the controls. CAPTAIN Maximum warp, Ensign. VULCAN I would not advice that, captain. CAPTAIN Belay that, Ensign. Remain at warp two. (turning to the Vulcan) And just why not? VULCAN It is highly probable that anything above Warp 3 would cause a chain reaction in the warp core. The -- CAPTAIN (interrupting) Oh no. The captain doubles over and lets out a long groan, like a woman in labor. When he straightens up, his face is red and splotchy, with a distinct sheen of sweat. CAPTAIN Your recommendation? VULCAN Captain, I believe that the singularity is beginning to affect you. Calculating your age at 43.423 of your earth years, versus Commander Brookfield's approximate age of 56.728 -- CAPTAIN (Wryly) Approximate? There is a pause, and the ship is rocked by another wave of spacial turbulence. 4. VULCAN I give you less than ten minutes until total incapacitation. CAPTAIN And what about you, Commander? You're older than I am by what, three decades? VULCAN (With a raised eyebrow) Approximately 2.970 decades, sir. While it appears that vulcan physiology is slightly more resilient to the phenomenon, I estimate less than a half an hour until I am also rendered incapacitated. CAPTAIN By incapacitated, we're talking dead, right? Just to be clear. The vulcan inclines her head slightly in confirmation. CAPTAIN (CONT'D) Great, thanks for that. I thought it was logical to not obfuscate the truth in order to spare feelings. VULCAN At no point did I ever attempt to 'obfuscate,' sir. My words were chosen carefully in order to reflect a more pressing matter than simply your death: the command of the ship. The captain grips the armchairs tightly, his face twisting. The pain passes. He regains some control and looks over at his first officer fondly. CAPTAIN I love you too, wife of mine. VULCAN (Raising an eyebrow) Your orders, captain? CAPTAIN (Beat) We've got to do everything in our power to get out of this -- 5. whatever it is -- as soon as possible. Before everyone on this ship that is actually qualified to run it is dead. He smiles at the vulcan. CAPTAIN (CONT'D) Or, as you would say, 'incapacitated'. VULCAN Agreed. We-- Just then, the vulcan is knocked off her feet by a particularly violent shaking of the ship. She slams forward against the science console with a loud crack and disappears out of view. CAPTAIN Commander? He attempts to rise, but is unable, and settles back with a grimace of pain. CAPTAIN Commander, are you able to respond? Please respond. That's a direct order. Electrical noises are the only things that answer him. He looks toward the front view screen, his face set with grim determination. CAPTAIN Ensign -- what is your name? The red headed girl is staring off-camera in the direction behind the science console. She is pale, her mouth wide open, and she when she looks back at the captain, it's as if she had forgotten he was there. ENSIGN WALTERS Autumn. Oh, Autumn Walters. She looks off screen again. The captain doubles over, his face red, and he lets out a long groan of pain. When he speaks, it is with hesitation that comes not from indecision but from a lack of oxygen. CAPTAIN How old are you, Ensign Walters? 6. ENSIGN WALTERS Just turned nineteen last month, sir. CAPTAIN (nodding) Good, good. Do you think that you can continue to pilot this ship? Have you been taught how to plot courses? The ensign looks back at the captain, her eyes wide. ENSIGN WALTERS Sir -- I -- She looks around the bridge, which is in complete disarray. There are dead bodies of the command crew lying on the floor. After a moment, she realizes that she is possibly one of the only people left on board that actually can pilot a warp ship. CAPTAIN Ensign? She turns to face the captain. Her face is hard, and there is hardly a trace of her previous trepidation -- just around her eyes, which are still wet with tears. ENSIGN WALTERS (with a definitive nod) Yes, sir. I can do it. The captain grins (wide, toothy) giving the audience an idea of what kind of captain this man had been. He doubles over in pain again, but this time, he does not straighten up. His hand, bright red, moves to the arm rest and, with great difficulty, pushes a button. He takes a deep breath, and manages to straighten himself up once more. CAPTAIN ON SCREEN (struggling) This is your captain speaking. We will remain on Red Alert until we exit this -- disturbance. Everyone that still can walk is to report to the bridge, immediately. Including all medical personal. On the double. He groans, loudly, covering his face and shuts off the intra-ship communication. 7. ENSIGN WALTERS C-captain? CAPTAIN I've still got some fight in me, Ensign. Just keep my ship moving in the right direction. The doors to the bridge burst open, revealing a tall young man, handsome, who comes bursting onto the bridge. CAPTAIN You never did learn that you're supposed to ask permission to come aboard, Ensign. His grin belies his scolding. JACK PEARSALL Dad! What's going on? Everyone just started dropping dead. Engineering's a mess -- I don't think we'll even be able to manage warp one pretty soon. The young man looks around, taking in the desolation of the bridge. JACK PEARSALL (CONT'D) Where's mom? He looks at his father, who glances briefly over his son's shoulder to the science console, then looks back and shakes his head once, negatively. JACK PEARSALL Shit. CAPTAIN How old are you, Jack? You know how bad I've always been with numbers. That was the real reason I married your mother, you know. The joke falls flat, and they look at each other with a strained expressions. A young vulcan woman enters the bridge and looks around expressionlessly. Her eyes pause on the science console briefly before returning to look at her captain. JACK PEARSALL I'm twenty-six. 8. T'LARA More precisely, twenty six point seven two four, Captain. My adopted brother is point eight one two Earth years my senior; I am twenty five point -- The captain interrupts with a laugh. He quickly doubles over with a grimace of pain and a hacking cough. Jack moves toward him instinctively. He grabs his shoulder and raises him up so that he is again sitting straight in his chair. JACK PEARSALL Dad? Are you going to be okay? The captain begins to cough again. When he finishes his coughing fit, he leans over and spits blood over the arm of his chair. T'LARA No. Jack turns to glare at T'Lara, who returns to the look with calm certainty. Then the captain begins an even louder coughing fit, and she betrays her emotions slightly by also moving toward him. JACK PEARSALL Your orders, sir? Just then, several other young crew members, all wearing red shirts, make their way on the bridge. With clear effort, the captain straightens to address all of them. CAPTAIN Is this everyone? T'LARA Confirmed. It appears that everyone under thirty has reported for duty, sir. He turns to look at his adopted daughter with a smile. CAPTAIN Good. By the time we get out of this disturbance, everyone over thirty will probably be dead. My wife -- our science officer -- theorized that we have about an hour left at warp two, though it could be longer if we can't continue at warp two. 9. Slowly, the captain makes eye contact with each member of the crew. CAPTAIN (CONT'D) I'm afraid I don't even know all of your names -- this mission has barely begun -- I expected to have the next five years to get to know you. But I don't. I'm just going to have to go all old school monarchy. Jack, I'm promoting you to Captain. JACK PEARSALL (startled) But -- I'm an engineer -- CAPTAIN (to the rest of the crew) He's the best engineer in Starfleet. He's also been flying ships since he was in diapers -- figuratively, T'Lara -- and has grown into such a fine man that, even though he is not mine by blood, I am proud to call him my son. I know you'll be in good hands. JACK PEARSALL (humbled) Thank you, Dad. CAPTAIN Also, as my daughter is the smartest, most level-headed person in Starfleet, I'm promoting her to second in command, and chief science officer. T'LARA (with a very faint grin) Logical. CAPTAIN Ensign Autumn Walters will take over as First Helmsman. Can anyone else fly a space ship? Hesitatingly, a few people raise their hands. CAPTAIN (CONT'D) Report to Helmsman Walters for 10. your assignments immediately. Wait--you. The captain looks at one of them, a young black man, and speaks to him directly. CAPTAIN Ensign Randal de Cordoba, isn't it? RANDAL DE CORDOBA (stepping forward) Yes, captain. CAPTAIN I remember your file. You're an engineer, correct? I seem to remember that you had a thesis get published, on.. The captain doubles over, obviously in pain, and is unable to continue speaking. JACK PEARSALL Yes, dad, he did -- a new warp physics interpretation. (Nods once) He's good. CAPTAIN (still doubled over) I'm going to have to make this fast. You're chief engineer, de Cordoba. Anyone with tactical and defensive training? We're in the neutral zone. Soon, we'll have company. A young brunette woman steps forward. ALICE MARTINEZ I do, sir. I did more than a rotation at the academy. I had four years with -- CAPTAIN Don't have time for resumes. 'Chief tactical officer' is all yours. ALICE MARTINEZ Thank you, sir. 11. CAPTAIN Next. Anyone speak more than five languages? And can operate the communicator? CALLUM BLACK Yes, sir. I'm fluent in at least fifteen, and -- CAPTAIN No. Resumes. Job's yours. Now, any doctors? No one steps forward, and the young crew members look around at each other in dismay. T'LARA If I recall correctly, Ensign Roslyn Stewart is a nurse, with some years of experience on the USS BALANCE in deep space. A young black girl, seemingly younger than all of the others, steps forward. ROSIE STEWART It's Rosie. Both my parents are -- were -- doctors. They always kept me in sick bay with them, and I did have some formal schooling as a nurse. The captain, apparently taking all his energy to breath, seems to no longer be paying attention. Jack's hand rests on his shoulder. T'Lara turns to address Rosie. T'LARA Your age? ROSIE STEWART Seventeen. As of next week. T'LARA appraises the other red-shirts, then turns back to address Rosie. T'LARA You have the most experience and training, therefore you are the most logical choice. T'LARA looks expectantly at her father, but blood is dribbling down his chin and he is obviously only being held up by his son's hand. She transfer her gaze to her brother, who nods. 12. JACK PEARSALL Chief medical officer, then. Go to sick bay and get any medical supplies you might need. The CAPTAIN slumps over, suddenly, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling blankly. He's dead. JACK looks at him and then removes his hand slowly from his father's shoulder. JACK PEARSALL (pointing to the two largest guys in the room) You and you -- help me with him. They hurry forward and move the captain from the chair. They place him gently against the wall. Jack brushes his palm over his father's face, closing his eyes. Then he turns and heads back to the group. It is with a look of grim determination that Jack takes his seat in the captain's chair. T'LARA (softly) Your orders, captain? JACK PEARSALL Everyone, report to your stations. Anyone with engineering experience, follow de Cordoba to down engineering. Keep us in warp two as long as possible. He looks solemnly over at his father, then to the science console, then to his crew. JACK PEARSAL (CONT'D) Or I think I'll be next. RANDAL DE CORDOBA Yes, sir. He salutes briefly and then hurries out, followed by a handful of people. JACK PEARSALL Anyone with any sort of medical training at all should follow CMO Stewart to the medical bay for supplies. No one moves to follow ROSIE out of the room. When she reaches the turbo lift, she pauses and looks at the captain 13. expectantly. JACK PEARSALL (CONT'D) Fine, people. Rosie, belay that just a minute. LARA, I'm going to need you and whoever else you want in the science department to try to figure out what is going on with this -- disturbance -- and let me know if there is anyway to halt its progress. Just, figure it out, okay? T'LARA Right away, sir. She looks at the remaining crew members critically. She points to three of them. T'LARA You three, follow me. As she walks up to the science console, she glances down briefly at the form of her mother. Something very subtle shifts in her expression; she becomes more determined. She glances at JACK and their eyes meet briefly. Jack turns and addresses the remaining red-shirts. JACK PEARSALL Seriously, now. I need people in medical trying to figure this out. I don't care if all you've done is put a bandaid on a scratched knee. If you don't completely pass out at the sight of blood: get moving! And, yes, that's an order! A few people break from the crowd and head toward the turbo lift. They look around at each other nervously and then the door closes behind them. JACK PEARSALL (CONT'D) (to the few remaining) Everyone else: take whatever positions you think you're the best suited to -- not just the ones you like the best, or we'll all end up dead. The rest of them disperse and head to various command positions on the bridge. A few sit reluctantly, hesitatingly. A few sit with determination. 14. JACK PEARSALL (CONT'D) Ensign -- sub commander? -- Walters, report? AUTUMN WALTERS We remain on course, sir. I briefly had to adjust for some spacial turbulence, but our course appears to have smooth sailing for at least the next few minutes. JACK PEARSALL Good, good. Keep her flying in the right direction. AUTUMN WALTERS (grimly) Yes, sir. JACK, now CAPTAIN, presses a button on the armrest of the chair. JACK PEARSALL Engineering, report? What's going on down there, de Cordoba? DE CORDOBA (V.O.) Sir, we seem to be holding at Warp 2.3. I've actually got Nguyen on TOP of the warp engine, doing a manual bypass of the -- JACK PEARSALL I'm sure I'll be very interested in the details later. Just keep us going! Camera pans from the captain's chair around the bridge, everyone is working furiously at their station. On the viewfinder, a large ship drops out of warp in front of them. CALLUM BLACK Sir, the ship's Romulan. They're hailing us. JACK PEARSALL Shit. All right, everyone look super calm. Like we know what the hell we're doing. Callum, keep trying to reach Starfleet -- on secure channels only, using code. 15. CALLUM BLACK Yes, sir. JACK PEARSALL (grinning grimly) On screen.