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SCENE 4H-10

INT. FIGHTER COCKPIT

Sylveste’s fighter.


VESANT [over the comm]

Dak, you’re too close to keep the ion wake clear. Loosen up!


RANDOM SQUADRON MEMBER #1 [over the comm]

Loosening up, roger.


Sensor alert.
SYLVESTE

CAG, I’m getting some strange readings at bearing three-one-one. Permission to break formation and investigate.


VESANT

Permission granted. Take a buddy with you. Valentine, fall in with Mister Sylveste!


JUBAL VALENTINE [over the comm]

Yes’m!
Valentine’s fighter accelerates out of formation and falls in with Sylveste’s as he angles up toward the anomaly, which he scans.


SYLVESTE

Definitely getting some more debris. Same Borg alloy.


VESANT [over the comm]

Enough mass to account for the mothership? Maybe at least a sphere?


SYLVESTE

Not even close, ma’am. Another scout, at best.

(another sensor alert)

Ma’am, I’m detecting a body in the wreckage.


VESANT [over the comm]

Borg?
SYLVESTE

Too much radiation. We’ll have to bring it aboard.
Beat.
VESANT [over the comm]

I’ll call the captain.


SYLVESTE

(to self), seeing something else in the sensor readout)

Hold on a minute...
VALENTINE [over the comm]

Sarge? What is it?


SYLVESTE

More ion trails. A lot more.

(blink)

Zat, you might want to ask the captain to get over here.



SCENE 4H-11

INT. TIRCH MIR – LIVING AREA


DOVAN

Understood, Miss Vesant. Tirch Mir out.

(SFX: he closes a comm channel and stands up)

Melissa, I need you to prep the kitchen area for autopsy and possible restraint.

SHARP

Why would I need to restrain him if he’s already dead?

DOVAN

Dead Borg have a nasty habit of regenerating back to life. ‘specially when you unfreeze them.


SHARP

Are they really dead at all, then?


DOVAN

They died the moment they were assimilated. Anything after that’s just a sick joke.

(he checks inside a storage locker)

Climbing ropes. Will these do?


SHARP

They’ll do.

(SFX: her arm swipes across a kitchen table, knocking pots and pans and plates to the ground)

Sterilize this table and tell me what’s going on.


DOVAN

This appears to have been some kind of staging ground. There are dozens of ion trails, some weeks old. They may have even hollowed out a rogue asteroid as a headquarters; the Renegades are investigating.


SHARP

Okay, we’re ready.


Dovan hits his combadge.
DOVAN

Dovan to Vesant. Energize.


The corpse Sylveste discovered last scene beams onto the table. It’s a dead body.
SHARP

Hunh.


(beat)

Didn’t you say...?


DOVAN

(just as confused)

That he’d be a Borg? I’m as surprised as you are.
SHARP

This man is not a Borg.


DOVAN

(duh)


Is that your expert opinion, Doctor?
SHARP

You were right about him being dead, though. One for two’s not bad.

(blink)

Note the pronounced ridges at the corners of his eyes. He’s Benkaran. It’s hard to tell if he was killed by the weapons fire or the exposure to space.


DOVAN

Weapons fire? What weapons fire?


SFX: She grabs his head and tilts it back so Dovan can see clearly.
SHARP

See these scorch marks along his left cheek? Disruptor burns, probably from a console in his cockpit that overloaded when his shields failed.


DOVAN

We found him in the wreckage of a Borg ship. That’s... not how they work.


SHARP

Believe your own lyin’ eyes, then. I have an autopsy to do.

SFX: She starts the autopsy.

DOVAN

But what do the Benkarans have to do with the Borg? Or the Mapstone? This doesn’t make any sense.


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

Sylveste to Tirch Mir.


Dovan hits his combadge and steps away to the other side of the cabin, letting Sharp do her work.
DOVAN

Go ahead.


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

Sir, someone was using this asteroid as a base, but I don’t think it was the Borg.


DOVAN

Yeah, I’m getting a lot of that right now.


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

Temperature is all wrong, no regeneration alcoves, I see common areas with refrigerators and food on the table... if they’re Borg, they can’t be part of the Collective.


DOVAN

I’d love to ask them. Where are they now?


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

One of the clusters of ion trails has a different warp signature from the others. It looks like this second group was responsible for the destruction of the ship we found... and, after they left, there are no more ion trails in this area.


DOVAN

So we follow them.


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

That would be my recommendation, sir. Course will take us into space claimed by the Perenalthorias Union.


DOVAN

They’re supposed to be peaceful, but now I’m not so sure. Hit it. Dovan out.

(beat)

Well, it looks like this might not be a suicide mission after all.


SHARP

Try not to sound so disappointed.



SCENE 4H-12
INT. TIRCH MIR COCKPIT
MAJOR [over the comm]

(finishing a funny story)

...Of course, it couldn’t last. Ten minutes later, Commander J’naya walked in and asked, (doing his best Kestra/Irish voice) “Wait, how far did you say to Rigel Two?”
LORHROK

Ha! Good one!

MAJOR [over the comm]

It’s not up to Leftenant Yubari’s standards, but—

LORHROK

Say no more, Major. Leftenant Yubari’s stories are in a class by themselves. That was still a good prank.


MAJOR [over the comm]

Thank you, sir. Then I have your official approval to do it again?


LORHROK

Nice try. You just want to give Kestra somebody else to shoot at.


MAJOR [over the comm]

I plead the Seventh Guarantee, sir.


LORHROK

Y’know, Major, I appreciate the check-in, but you don’t have to keep me company all night. I’m not an invalid.


MAJOR [over the comm]

Sir, with respect, you currently can’t stand up. Sir.


LORHROK

You don’t need legs to pilot a shuttle, Major. Besides, you have a whole squadron to worry about.


MAJOR [over the comm]

(just a tiny bit rueful)

Ha. The truth is, sir, Renegade Squadron has no use for me. Chief Vesant has her pilots well in hand. I could use the company more than you, sir.
LORHROK

She’s a natural leader, then?


MAJOR [over the comm]

Sir, I’m not certain how much of this is the chief’s doing and how much was Mister Rol’s.


Beat.
LORHROK

Major, you served with Bev, didn’t you? Before he came to the Excelsior.


MAJOR [over the comm]

(uncomfortable but professional)

Our paths crossed, sir.
LORHROK

You respected him.


MAJOR [over the comm]

Sir... I’m not really at liberty to discuss it, sir.


LORHROK

You’re forgetting, Major: my sigma clearance is higher than yours, now.

(beat)

Unless you don’t want to discuss it.


Beat.
MAJOR [over the comm]

(suddenly)

I tried to have him relieved of duty.
LORHROK

You what?

MAJOR [over the comm]

I went over his head. Petitioned Director Mak directly. Denied. Brahms and Rol were too close.

(beat)

Look, I don’t care what you think of the mission. I’ve refused missions that crossed the line; sometimes more. But you have to decide.

LORHROK

He didn’t?


MAJOR [over the comm]

Mister Rol was a time bomb. Hated the mission and everyone he worked with – himself most of all. That put us all at risk.


LORHROK

Do you know why he kept doing them?


MAJOR [over the comm]

Hmph. There were some pretty outlandish rumors, but Captain Siresh made it simple.


LORHROK

Sharvah Siresh agreed with you about Bev?


MAJOR [over the comm]

Apparently, Mister Rol fell in love during the Dominion War. Then, she betrayed the Federation.


LORHROK

You mean, she turned her back on Starfleet’s ideals?


MAJOR [over the comm]

No, I mean she was helping the Dominion win.

(beat)

I don’t think Mister Rol ever recovered.


LORHROK

You never raised your concerns with me or Captain Dovan.

(blink; realizes he isn’t sure about Dovan)

Wait, did you?


MAJOR [over the comm]

I never needed to. By the time I got back from Gevinon, Ensign Rol was a model officer. He always seemed sad, even when he was laughing... but sad isn’t dangerous. I suppose he finally decided.


LORHROK

He chose to leave that world behind.


MAJOR [over the comm]

Suppose that’s one way of looking at it.


LORHROK

What’s another?


MAJOR [over the comm]

He died fighting to keep the Borg from learning Starfleet secrets--and, somehow he succeeded. He couldn’t have done that eight years ago. Doesn’t sound to me like a man who doubted the mission a[nymore.]


SFX: The Tirch Mir drops from warp into normal space.
Interrupted.
LORHROK

Hold, Major. We just lost warp power.


SFX: The fighter squadron, eight ships strong, also starts dropping out of warp, for the same reason.
MAJOR [over the comm]

So did the whole squadron. We’re being interdicted. Major to Renegades!


But Vesant is already on the line.

VESANT [over the comm]

Renegades! Defense pattern Omicron! Protect the Tirch Mir at all costs! Sylveste, where the hell did that come from?

LORHROK [intercom filter]

Captain to the cockpit.


MAJOR [over the comm]

Tirch Mir, plot an escape course.
LORHROK

Major, [we’re not leaving you behind.]


MAJOR [over the comm]

Tirch Mir, you are lightly shielded and carrying the captain. If the Borg move in, we’ll have only seconds.
Lorhrok lays in a course while the fighters maneuver into defensive positions around him.
VALENTINE [over the comm]

Sensor contact!


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

I have them, too! Two ships moving to intercept at high warp!


VESANT [over the comm]

Does that mean we have engines, too?


Lorhrok’s running more commands on the console, fruitlessly.
LORHROK

No! Maker! They must have some kind of bypass!


VALENTINE [over the comm]

Here they come!


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

Set phasers to modulating frequencies!


VESANT [over the comm]

Don’t fire until Borg ID confirmed!


Two ships drop out of warp. They are both markedly not Borg.
VALENTINE [over the comm]

Contact!
SYLVESTE [over the comm]

They’re not Borg! ID is... (checks his computer) ID is unknown, but they’re not Borg.
LORHROK

We’re being hailed on all frequencies.


SFX: Hailing frequencies open.
WARDEN #1

This is Nygean patrol frigate calling unidentified vessels. You have entered restricted airspace. State your intent.


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

They’ve locked weapons.


VESANT [over the comm]

Those are nice ships, but we can beat them.

LORHROK

No! No provocations!

(SFX: he opens the intercom)

This is First Officer Aleczahnder Lorhrok of the United Star Ship Excelsior. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration.

Beat. Silence. Radio crackles.
VALENTINE [over the comm]

What are they waiting for?


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

They’re talking it over.


WARDEN #1 [over the comm]

Respectfully, Excelsior, my superiors are skeptical that eight long-range fighters and one shuttlecraft, however impressive, are adequate to sustain a “mission of exploration.”


The cockpit door swishes open somewhere in that line, and Dovan walks in.
LORHROK

We were attacked by the Borg. Our wing was launched to pursue them.


Beat.

DOVAN


Sorry, I was held up.
LORHROK

Captain. Will you be taking the microphone?


DOVAN

(shaking his head)

No, looks like you got this.
WARDEN [over the comm]

Respectfully, Excelsior wing, you don’t look like much of a match for the Borg, either.


DOVAN

(muttering to self, sarcastic)

Good eye.
WARDEN [over the comm]

Say again, Excelsior?


LORHROK

Uh, disregard previous message, Nygean patrol. I was, uh, clearing my throat.

(we can hear him glaring at Dovan)

We wouldn’t risk our starship, but, in the Federation, we don’t let an attack like that go unanswered.


WARDEN [over the comm]

...hm, I suppose that’s compatible with our intelligence on the Federation. Alright. (to his bridge crew) Nivosh!


SYLVESTE [over the comm]

They’re powering down weapons.


VESANT [over the comm]

Stand by, Renegades.


LORHROK

Nygean patrol, we’ve been pursuing the Borg on this course for over a day. Have they passed through your airspace?


WARDEN #1 [over the comm]

Ha. Now that you mention it, I think I know just the Borg you’re talking about.


DOVAN

So you have seen them.

WARDEN #1 [over the comm]


Seen them, Excelsior! (chuckle) They’re on that planet at this very moment – in one of my jail cells!
LORHROK

I beg your pardon?




SCENE 4H-13
EXT. PLANET SURFACE

Trees and birds and stuff. Maybe a waterfall.


DOVAN

Captain’s Log, supplemental. Obviously, we have to see for ourselves what the Warden meant.


They are walking along a path through the woods, not unlike the woods in “Day at the Park”. (Lorhrok is hovering in his space wheelchair, as in DS9: “Melora”.)
WARDEN

And if you look out just here... yes... see? This is the only spot on the planet where you can see the Sunset Falls and the Sunrise Falls at the same time.


LORHROK

It’s beautiful. But aren’t you worried about escapes?


WARDEN

There are transport inhibitors across the planet, patrols in orbit and atmosphere, and a shield grid over the entire facility. The only danger in an escape attempt is the danger the inmates pose to themselves.


DOVAN

Still, forgive me for saying so, Warden, but the Nygeans have a reputation for being rather... severe... with their prisoners. It’s a bit odd seeing such an... open... environment at a high-security prison complex.


WARDEN

Oh, our reputation for law and order is well-earned, Captain. I’m afraid you labor under a misapprehension. This prison is only Security Level 2. No one who poses that kind of a threat is incarcerated here.


DOVAN

Wait. Let me hear that again. You keep captured Borg in a low-security prison?


WARDEN

Well, that’s a strong term, but I’ll let you see for yourself.


They arrive at a metal door. The Warden pulls out an ID card, which she flashes at the automated sensors.

WARDEN

Access Warden, Voice Scan Sample, Code One-Twelve-Four-Negative, Destination Cell Eleven Five.

The computer beeps in an alien way, and beams them all away in an alien transporter.
SCENE 4H-14
INT. CELL BLOCK
The Warden immediately starts walking down an echoey concrete hallway.
WARDEN

Of course, even a low-security Nygean prison uses transporter access to control prisoner flow, which generally makes escape a moot point. We’re now eight meters underground.

(SFX: he stops walking)

Ah, here we are, captain. Your Borg.


She presses a button and a shutter on the wall rises, not unlike a garage door. There’s a prisoner in a cage there, who stands up and walks over to the bars.
BREZIK

Warden? Not feeding time. Who’s the blue guy?


WARDEN

Some of your victims, Brezik! Why don’t you get acquainted?


DOVAN

He doesn’t seem very, um...


LORHROK

Borg? He’s not Borg.


BREZIK

(chuckling in a scoundrelly fashion)

Yeah, fooled you, tho, dint I?
WARDEN

Brezik is the leader of a little band of confidence tricksters and pirates. Typical Benkaran riff-raff, but this was a bit more involved than his usual schemes.


BREZIK

Yeah, right, all I do is, uh, liberate a few little surplus scout ships from the army depot, rig ‘em up to look all, like, Borg. Find a trade route, drop by, everybody sees “Oh no, Borg” and skives off like a buncha mewling kittens.


LORHROK

You were pretending to be Borg.


WARDEN

Most governments in the Perenalthorias Union adopt a policy of absolute avoidance toward the Borg. After all, chasing the Borg is suicide!


BREZIK

We get whatever cargo they chute in the getaway, even split between the boys, no harm done, righ?

(blink)

And if my worthless brother Tochick han’t got in that bar fight [and rolled over on us, we’d still be raking it in now.]

Interrupted.

WARDEN

Then we would have caught you some other way, Brezik. You people don’t have the brains for real crime.


DOVAN

But... how did you know?


BREZIK

Know what, Blueskin?


DOVAN

The artifact! How did you know it was on the Patroclus?

BREZIK

I have none idea what you’re talking about.


DOVAN

The Iconian artifact? That you tried to steal from us!


BREZIK

(grinning incredulously, “what’s the matter with this guy?” kinda grin)

Blueskin, didn’t your nursemaid ever tell you? The Iconians are a myth!
LORHROK

You really didn’t know?


BREZIK

I dint, an I still don’t. You want I should pay you back for it? (mockingly) I’m in here the next eight years, so it could take me a little while.


DOVAN

I need to sit down.


WARDEN

Right over there, Captain.


The bench is just a few steps away.
DOVAN [already walking]

Thanks.
LORHROK

Mister Brezik, you didn’t get the artifact from us. We managed to hold on to it.
BREZIK

Well then what’d you come all the way out here for? It’s like I said, no harm done, right?


WARDEN

(a touch impatient)



Did you lose anything of value, Lieutenant?
LORHROK

Yeah. A friend.


BREZIK

(cussing; “oh f**k I am screwed!”)

Oh raznock.
WARDEN

(surprised)

Um, pardon. Can you explain that a little, please? For the record.
BREZIK

Why did you fight back, you stupid raznock?
LORHROK

Because our cargo could have threatened the galaxy if it’d fallen into Borg hands!

BREZIK

They’re the only ones who fought, Yedara! I didn’t know it was them! The only ones, I swear!

WARDEN

You were given the chance to admit other crimes at trial, Brezik. You swore to the court you never fired a live shot until Nygean Enforcement raided your base.


LORHROK

(scoffs)
WARDEN

So, what exactly happened, Lieutenant?
LORHROK

I’m not sure. I lost consciousness. My shipmates pulled me out of the burning wreckage of our ship after we crash-landed—


BREZIK

That wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know he got hurt!


LORHROK

—and I’ve been in this wheelchair ever since. My co-pilot, who got the artifact and me home in one piece... (quavering juuust a little) burned to death in the cockpit.


Beat.
BREZIK

(genuinely shocked)

He... died?
WARDEN

That’s murder.


BREZIK

It is not, Yedara! You know me! I’m not a murderer!


WARDEN

You didn’t used to be. (to Lorhrok) Can you document this?


LORHROK

The flight recorder was lost, but we have extensive forensics. And, I was a witness.


BREZIK

Yadera, no! He’s... it’s not like that!


WARDEN

This interview is finished, Brezik.


He presses a button and the shutter descends again.
BREZIK

Stop. Warden! WARDEN!


Too late. The shutter clicks closed on his last word, and the corridor is silent again.
Beat.
DOVAN

(bleak, almost to himself)

Then he died for nothing. An empty death. The artifact...
LORHROK

...probably doesn’t mean anything.


WARDEN

My government will formally request all data be copied to the Justice Ministry and Brezik’s lawyer by nightfall. Justice will be served, Captain, I promise you.


DOVAN

Some low-life with a generic name and a bumpy forehead. After surviving the Anbar, after Brahms, the bluegills, the Mapstone, the Uhura Incident... it’s some punk we’ll never see again?

WARDEN

I’m sorry, but I have to ask you both: assuming he is found guilty, how should Brezik be punished?

LORHROK

Well, wouldn’t that be up to the jury?


WARDEN

Vekto valek k'vadim.” Under Nygean law, once a criminal is convicted, his victims determine the punishment.


DOVAN

What’s the typical punishment for murder?


WARDEN

Death.


(blink)

Humane, of course. Completely painless.


LORHROK

Oh, no.
DOVAN

Hm.

(blink)


Well, the Federation’s Prime Directive prevents us from interfering. If capital punishment is the norm here, we may be obliged to accept that.
LORHROK

(appalled)

Captain!
DOVAN

You’d like a word in private, Number One?


WARDEN

I’ll be... just down the corridor if you need me.


The Warden scurries away.
LORHROK

(low voice)

And since when did you start caring about the Prime Directive?
DOVAN

(low voice)

I’m a Starfleet captain; I swore an oath.
LORHROK

No, this is you looking for an excuse to get revenge.


DOVAN

The man in there killed Ensign Rol. In a premeditated ambush. For nothing!


LORHROK

Not everyone gets to have a death that “means” something, Captain! Sometimes people just die, because life is stupid, and cruel, and much too short. Good people die for nothing every day.


Beat.
DOVAN

That’s... that isn’t enough, Alecz.


LORHROK

I’m sorry. It’s all I have. We all choose our own illusions, to help cope with death. Yours aren’t mine.


DOVAN

No. I don’t know which of us is right, but we can’t both be wrong. Either it is meaningless or it isn’t. We owe Bev better than... than this.


LORHROK

And you think you’ll fix it by killing that man?

(blink)

Maker, Alcar, you knew all these things about Bev, but you didn’t understand a thing about him, did you?

DOVAN

Oh, and you did?


LORHROK

Maybe not. He was... more complicated than I think any of us knew. But I know enough to do this.

(shouting)

Warden!
The warden comes jogging back.


WARDEN

Then you’ve decided?


LORHROK

Warden, what’s the minimum prison sentence for murder?


WARDEN

Well... strange question; strictly speaking, there is no lower limit for murder. However, the arbiters’ council strongly recommends not less than thirty-eight years’ confinement.


LORHROK

Then we want thirty-nine years of confinement.


WARDEN

Oh, um... I’ll make a note.


She does so, while Dovan questions:
DOVAN

Lieutenant?


LORHROK

This “Brezik” knows how to survive in prison. He’ll pass the first thirty-eight years in peace. But year thirty-nine... the year he knows he could have gotten out, but didn’t, because I added one extra year. He’ll never know why, but it will haunt him.

(beat)

He’ll think more about his crime during that last year than he will in all the other years combined.


WARDEN

An... interesting perspective, Lieutenant.


LORHROK

As an old friend of mine used to say, “Wheels within wheels.”


DOVAN

“...within wheels,” as I recall.


LORHROK

Nah. I’m not that good yet.



SCENE 4H-15
EXT. SPACE

Excelsior flies by on impulse.


NEEVA

Operations log, supplemental. Shuttlecraft Tirch Mir and escort returned to shuttlebay without incident and are undergoing standard maintenance. Expedited requisition log for this stardate: one-quarter ton additional foodstuffs, mixed; a variety of flowers native to Setlik III, five dozen bouquets; and one photon torpedo tube, one point nine meters long, warhead removed. End log.

INT. EXCELSIOR – CORRIDOR

Neeva and Lorhrok are walking side by side.


LORHROK

Do you think it went well?


NEEVA

I don’t know. I thought it was good. But I’ve never been to a human one before.


LORHROK

But nobody talked about who he really was. Brahms, the murders. Are we trying to remember Alex Rol, or just the slices of him we liked?


NEEVA

I hope, at my funeral pyre, they pray for the person I became--not the one I started out as.


Beat. They walk a little further in silence.
LORHROK

(a feeling just bursting through the dam)

I miss him so much.
NEEVA

I know.
Another beat.


LORHROK

When I was the Bringer, it didn’t matter that so much death was pointless. I was above it all. I was Death.


NEEVA

I wouldn’t be so sure that Bev Rol did anything pointlessly. Even die.


LORHROK

What do you mean?


SFX: Neeva’s door swishes open, overlapping Lorhrok’s line and interrupting the overall train of thought.
NEEVA

Well, this is my stop. Have a good night, Alecz. Call me if you need to talk.


LORHROK

Actually, Neeva...

(blink)

I’ve lost a lot of people this year. The last thing I want tonight is to be alone.


NEEVA

I understand. I could stay up for a drink in the Delta Lounge. C’mon.


LORHROK

No, I mean... I care about you, and it’s time I admitted to myself how much. If all this’s taught me one thing, it’s that I am a fool for leaving you here at your door every night.


[CONTINUED]

NEEVA


You don’t want to leave?
Very short beat.
LORHROK

(smiling sheepishly)

If it helps, I make a really good breakfast.
NEEVA

Oh, Alecz. I made up my mind weeks ago.

(blink)

Come on in. I’ll get you that drink.


MUSICAL CROSS-FADE

SCENE 4H-16

INT. FIGHTER MUZTAG

Days ago, before the start of the episode.


Rol is in the cockpit, under fire from the “Borg” ships... and firing back. The cockpit has already started burning with the fire that will eventually kill Rol.
Various alarms are sounding, of course, and the shuttle is zooming in all sorts of directions as it evades incoming fire (sometimes unsuccessfully). We need MORE of this zooming. Use the Vindicator files.
COMPUTER

Warning: plasma fire in main cockpit. Evacuate the cockpit.


Rol’s hands fly over the keys as he executes another maneuver, and asks:
ROL

Alecz?
COMPUTER

Lieutenant Alecz Lorhrok is unconscious in rear compartment. Vital signs are stable. No immediate danger.

(blink; a klaxon beeps to emphasize the point)

Main cockpit will be automatically sealed in ten seconds. Repeat: evacuate the cockpit.
ROL

You can’t just order me around like that.

(beat; he considers)

We can still stop this.


His hands fly over the keys as he tries to reroute command functions to another part of the ship.
COMPUTER

Error: command functions cannot be rerouted from main cockpit due to unknown damage. Pilot must remain in cockpit. Warning: plasma fire in main cockpit. Evacuate the cockpit.


ROL

(sigh)


(contemplative pause, mostly so the fact that the lines come from different episodes is less obvious)

Nothing gold can stay.


After another moment (I’m guessing; not really sure how long it will take for ten seconds to pass), the fighter’s cockpit door, which sounds like a Defiant or NX-01 door rather than the usual swish doors, slowly closes, audibly sealing him in.
Meanwhile, Rol fumbles with something, not talking. He inserts something into a slot.

COMPUTER

A new device has been inserted in chip slot one-A. One audio file found. Name: “Daily Reminder.”

ROL

Computer, subject the data chip in slot one-A to playback on my monitor.

COMPUTER

(SFX: beeps affirmatively, despite everything)

Affirmative.
NOTE: Sometime during the playing of his recording, the real Rol dies. We hear it. There’s an explosion, a cry, his head hits the console. The last words play out anyway.
ROL

Rol, Entry Five-Thirteen. As a result of a recent conversation, I have adopted a new mission objective.

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I don’t know whether I can take down General Brahms. I don’t know whether I can take down myself.



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I don’t know whether I should.

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I don’t know whether two complete conversions can be held in the span of a single lifetime. I don’t know whether history will judge me a saint or a devil for what I am about to do.


All I know is that, if the Federation stands for anything, then I must act, and let history worry about the consequences.
For the first time in many years, I do think the Federation stands for something.
In fact, I think it stands for everything.
[slowly; reciting Starfleet Oath’s final line]

May the Great Bird of the Galaxy be my witness and my guide.


-END-

CLOSING CREDITS

Use the end credits from S2EA “The Line,” which features Michael singing “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”


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