From: andres@cbnewsj.cb.att.com (Andy C) Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek,alt.startrek.creative Subject: The Once and Future Starship - Scene 5 Keywords: ASCII Text / Last Scene Date: 11 Aug 91 17:50:33 GMT Organization: AT&T Bell Labs STAR TREK: "The Once and Future Starship" 8/9/91 - SCENE 5 1. SCENE 5 FADE IN: INT. GUEST QUARTERS Tasha and Castille are sitting in their dimly lit guest quarters when the entry beep sounds. YAR Come in. The door slides open and Data enters the room. YAR Data! (sadly) If you're here to tell us about Star Fleet's decision we already know. DATA No, Tasha, that is not why I have come. I wish to speak to you about your daughter. YAR I was wondering where the two of you disappeared to after the Inquiry Panel. What has she done now, Data? What did she say to you? DATA She wishes to return to the Federation with us, Tasha, and that is not all. (a beat) She seems to feel you will try to stop her, and that you are an evil women. YAR I was afraid something like this would happen. She's an ungrateful and spoiled child. CASTILLE Come on, Tasha. What did you expect? (gestures around the room) CASTILLE (CONT) She sees all this and compares it to the life we have led on the planet all of these years, naturally she'd want to stay here. YAR When I was her age I was graduating from Star Fleet Academy. When I was four years younger than her I was defending myself from rape gangs on a planet gone mad! CASTILLE Nobody is saying you didn't have a harder childhood than any person should ever have to deal with, Tasha. All we are saying is you should want better for Rachel. YAR You know I do, Richard, but I just can't talk to her anymore, she just shuts me out. DATA Rachel said much the same about you, Tasha. I suggested that the two of you seek the assistance of Counselor Troi. Rachel has agreed. Will you meet with her? Tasha looks deeply into Castille's eyes. He nods his head in the affirmative. YAR OK, Data, I'll give it a try. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a rehabilitation colony, I might as well make peace with my daughter. DATA I will arrange it with Counselor Troi. INT. BRIDGE BRIEFING ROOM (OPTICAL) Picard is at the head of the table in the briefing room off the main bridge, Riker is to his right, Worf to Riker's right and Geordie across from Worf. Space, the planet and the Enterprise-C can all be seen out the windows. The mood is tense. PICARD The last thing Admiral Colltear said was that he had received a message from the Klingon High Command regarding this case. Perhaps you could provide some insight into the motives of the Klingons, Mr. Worf. WORF No, Captain. RIKER No, you have no insights, or no you refuse? Worf remains silent, staring across the table to avoid Riker's stare. LA FORGE Worf, I think it's time we let the Captain and Commander Riker in on our little secret. Worf glares across the table at Geordie furious over his statement. He still refuses to speak. Riker looks from Worf to Geordie. Since Worf isn't talking, Riker addresses Geordie. RIKER What's going on here, Commander? LA FORGE Worf asked me to set up a tight beam scrambled channel to a point in the Klingon Empire on a Klingon defense force frequency. He sent them a message of some kind. I don't even know what it was. (a beat) I'm sorry, Worf, but they had to know. PICARD Your brother! You sent him a message, didn't you? WORF Yes. PICARD What did you tell him? WORF I asked him to discretely let the High Command know that the heros of Norendra III still lived and that they were in need of assistance. PICARD I agree with your objectives, Mr. Worf, but your methods are questionable at best. On the other hand, you may have indirectly provided us with just the ammunition we need to vindicate these people. (a beat) I must speak with Admiral Colltear immediately. Picard stands, and as he does so he gives Riker a look that somehow sends the message - you look after these two, they need a little discipline. Picard walks away and exits the room. Worf and Geordie stand as if to leave as well, they get to within a step of the door before Riker speaks. RIKER I don't recall having dismissed anyone! Worf and La Forge stop in their tracks and turn to face Riker. Riker stands, he is on one side of the table, they on the other. Worf snaps to attention. Geordie tries to but he looks like he's forgotten how, he glances at Worf for a hint and then straightens up. Riker strolls around the table to their side and walks around them, his hands joined behind his back. RIKER Mr. Worf, there is a proper chain of command aboard this vessel. It is my duty to see that the ship functions properly and to keep the Captain advised of any activities worthy of his attention. Going behind my back to pull this little stunt is a serious breach of that protocol that will not be tolerated. Worf and LaForge straighten up even more. Riker turns to LaForge. RIKER Mr. LaForge, since you are the senior officer, I have no choice but to hold you accountable for this incident. (a beat) Mr. Worf, you are dismissed! Worf goes to an "at ease" posture then confronts Riker. WORF Commander, Mr. LaForge was not responsible . . . RIKER I said you are dismissed, Mr. Worf! Worf nods and then turns on a heel and exits. LaForge remains at attention. RIKER As for you, Mr. LaForge, I will let the Captain decide whether a written reprimand will appear on your record. I hope you will exercise better judgement next time something like this comes up. (softer) Don't let it happen again, Geordie. You're dismissed. LA FORGE Thank you, Sir. Geordie walks briskly out of the conference room, Riker is left alone, he shakes his head. INT. READY ROOM (OPTICAL) Picard is seated at his desk a forgotten cup of tea sits on the desk in a crystal mug. He turns his terminal and activates it. PICARD Computer, open a priority channel on scramble to Admiral Colltear at Star Fleet Headquarters. Establish real-time connection via the starship Potemkin. Some computer beeps can be heard as the computer fulfills Picard's request. COMPUTER (O.S.) Channel established, Admiral Colltear acknowledges. Admiral Colltear's face appears on the screen. PICARD Admiral, I was wondering if you could give me any additional information regarding the Klingon's message. COLLTEAR Of course, Captain, I was about to contact you. It seems the Klingons have found out about the survivors of what they call the Glorious Battle of Norendra III. They are hailing the survivors as heros and insisting that we treat them as such. PICARD I see, how interesting. COLLTEAR Interesting! Is that all you have to say? Now I have two conflicting sets of priorities, one from our Council and one from theirs! PICARD Indeed. (a beat) May I suggest a course of action, Sir? COLLTEAR Yes, of course, Captain. PICARD Perhaps you should suggest to the Federation Council that it would not be wise to anger the new leadership of the Klingon Empire at this time. (a beat) If you were to accept the interpretation of the Prime Directive that we have established that would allow the Council to divorce themselves from that issue. This will permit them to acknowledge the hero status of the survivors without looking foolish to the Klingons. COLLTEAR That's a very good idea, Captain Picard. This Klingon thing is just what I need to convince the Council. (a beat) I'll advise the Council of the message from the Klingons. Once they have a chance to review our suggestions, I think that they will be willing to let me uphold your Inquiry findings. You may be hearing from me again with a different message from the Council. (a beat) In the meantime, you may notify the survivors that the Klingons have already offered them the free use of the planet they have been living on, which they have renamed Klah'Norendra, or New Norendra. Of course, the family members may return to the Federation aboard the Enterprise. (a beat) I'll be speaking to you again soon, Picard, keep up the good work. Colltear out. The screen goes blank and Picard sits back and smiles. He picks up a half forgotten crystal mug of tea from his desk and takes a sip. INT. TROI'S QUARTERS Troi sits behind her desk, in two comfortable chairs facing her are Tasha and Rachel. TROI Let me tell you a little about what I do. My title is Ship's Counselor, a position that didn't exist in the timeline you are familiar with, Tasha, and one that did not yet exist when your father was in Star Fleet, Rachel. My job is to help the crew and their families cope with the stresses of life aboard ship. (a beat) What I would like to do is get a dialogue going. Rachel, you feel that your mother has somehow ruined your life by forcing the Enterprise-C crew to divert to this planet. Tasha, you feel that Rachel is dreadfully spoiled because she cannot appreciate what you have sacrificed to bring her here and raise her well. RACHEL Oh, she sacrificed! I'm the one who had to give up hope of ever seeing the Federation, of ever benefiting from it! She never gave up a thing, she loves it on that putrid old planet! YAR I gave up the Federation too! I gave up my future, the only friends I had to come back in time and help your father! We didn't expect to survive that battle at all. Surviving, and having all this time with your father and with you, has all been like a gift to me. I would have been happy on any planet, you see I was alive, when all the odds said I should have been dead. RACHEL Sometimes I wish you had all died in that battle! Tasha reaches over and smacks Rachel across the face. YAR Don't ever say that again! What's wrong with you, don't you want to live! RACHEL Yes, mother! I want to live, I want to experience all that life has to offer and I won't be able to until you let go and stop with the martyr routine. I just want to live my own life! TROI Tasha, she's not a child, and you don't have to save the Federation from it's own future anymore. It's time that you left the past behind and allow yourselves to face the future each on your own terms. Tasha looks down, disgusted with herself and the situation. She wonders how it ever got so bad. YAR (apologetic) I'm sorry I hit you, Rachel. I'm sorry you feel I kept you here against your will just to torture you and the others. I guess I haven't exactly been the best mother in the galaxy, but I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I did what I could to keep you healthy and safe, but I couldn't give you the Federation. (a beat) Until now. Rachel slowly realizes what Tasha is saying. Then brightens and smiles. RACHEL You mean I can stay? YAR Of course, I could hardly stop you, you know. You are an adult and a Federation citizen. Besides, I know it would be best for you. I guess I always knew, but just didn't want to let go. (a beat) There are no people your age in our group, no Universities, no wonderfully different aliens. I want you to have all that. You see, I love you, Rachel, I always have and always will. I'll miss you. RACHEL But you can come with me, you and Poppa. You don't have to stay here! YAR We may not be able to stay here either, Rachel, Star Fleet is about to throw the book at us! Just then an intercom tone sounds. PICARD (O.S.) Counselor Troi, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but is Tasha with you? YAR I'm here, Captain. PICARD (O.S.) Ah, Tasha, I have been searching for you. I thought you would like to know that Star Fleet has finally seen the wisdom of your defense and has upheld the findings of the Inquiry Panel. Not only that, but I have been authorized to present you and the other crew members with the Order of the Federation for your accomplishment at Norendra III. The Klingons are also sending a ship to escort you on a victory tour of the Empire culminating with a ceremony on the Klingon home world. You're free, Tasha! Tasha and Rachel look at each other and then stand and hug each other. EXT. SPACE - THE TWO ENTERPRISES (OPTICAL) The ship's continue to orbit the planet. PICARD (V.O.) Captain's Log, Stardate 44638.2. Several of the crew of the Enterprise-C have chosen to return to the Federation with us. Tasha Yar and her husband Richard Castille and some other remaining crew members have opted to remain on Klah'Norendra and to live there when their tour of the Klingon Empire is complete. INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM Worf and Data stand in front of the transporter console. Castille and some other of the "returnees" wait on the platform. O'Brien waits behind the console to transport them down. Yar and Geordie are off to one side speaking in hush tones. Yar approaches Worf. YAR Thank you for what you did for us. WORF I did nothing. YAR Geordie told me about your private call. (a beat) I don't know you, but I understand you were close to the . . . other me. WORF You taught me all I know, and Klingons always repay their debts. Tasha reaches to Worf and grasps his shoulder for a moment and then releases. Worf walks out of the shot. Tasha turns to Data YAR Data, I don't know how to say goodbye to you either. I didn't say goodbye to you when I left last time. (a beat) We owe you our freedom, Data, we couldn't have done it without you. DATA I did what I could, Tasha. (a beat) You can return to the Federation, they would gladly send a transport when your tour of the Empire is completed. YAR Perhaps someday, Data, but Richard and I are set in our ways. We have really grown to love the isolation and simple life we lead. We've had all the adventures we'll ever need. (a beat) Rachel, on the other hand is just starting on hers. She is going to try to get to Earth, will you do me a favor and look after her until she gets there and check on her occasionally. DATA I will, Tasha, I promise to see her safely to Earth. YAR You'd better! (a beat) I may not remember a lot of things from my time on the alternate Enterprise, but I just remembered why we made you her Godfather. Yar hugs Data and gives him a kiss on the cheek. YAR (whispers) Goodbye, and take care, Data. Tasha and the others take up their positions on the platform and beam out. Final shot is of Data as he almost smiles. EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE-D AND C The Enterprise-D gracefully slips out of orbit and leaves the Enterprise-C behind. As they move away the new version of Klingon cruiser from "Reunion" settles into orbit around the planet. The Enterprise then warps away. FADE OUT. END OF SCENE 5. ROLL END CREDITS. THE END