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May 17, 1998
The Home for Wayward Stories 
Sometimes, as a writer, you find you’ve written something with little or no audience.  A specialized something, that might be of wider appeal, but then again, might not.

And when you’ve done that, well, heck, that’s what the Internet is for, right?  I mean, something has to fill up all those web pages.

It is in this spirit that I now present a story written especially for my friends Alden and Cheryl, in celebration of their recent nuptials.  They’re Star Trek fans, like me, so I thought they would appreciate this script-format story I like to call, Star Trek: Second Contact.

Enjoy!


     FADE IN:

     EXT. SPACE

     The Enterprise-E approaching Earth at high impulse speed. 

     INT. ENTERPRISE BRIDGE

     The crew is at stations, PICARD, RIKER, TROI under the 
     "horseshoe," WORF at security with DR. CRUSHER nearby, DATA 
     at Operations.  We're at Red Alert, and mood is tense.

                           PICARD
               Local time, Mr. Data.

                           DATA
               Ten hundred hours, thirty seven 
               minutes, April 25th ... 1998.

                           CRUSHER
               Seems like we were just here.

                           PICARD
               Doctor?

                           CRUSHER
               Earth ... in the past, I mean. 

                           TROI
               In a sense, we were.

                           DATA
               If there has been further Borg damage 
               to the timeline, this is the most 
               likely target.

                           RIKER
               But how could they have still affected 
               our future?  I thought everything 
               went off without a hitch?  Zefram 
               Cochrane made his warp flight, and 
               first contact with the Vulcans.

                           DATA
               Apparently, a Borg nano-probe 
               continued on back through the 
               timestream.  Although we were able 
               to negate all of the damage done in 
               Cochrane's era, further damage was 
               done by the probe when it reached 
               this era.  That wiped out the results 
               of our actions.

                           WORF
               An effective back-up plan.  If we 
               hadn't been notified of the changes 
               when we returned to our era, it might 
               have succeeded.

                           DATA
               Correct.  That is why this return 
               trip back in time was necessary.

                           PICARD
               So in order to restore the timeline, 
               we must correct whatever damage is 
               being done by the probe here?

                           DATA
               That is correct, sir.
                    (off-panel)
               Sensors are detecting unusual 
               metaphasic readings, coming from the 
               western hemisphere -- in the old 
               United States of America.

                           CRUSHER
               That sounds about right.

                           TROI
                    (realizing)
               The wedding!

                           DATA
               Precisely, Counselor.  The probe has 
               apparently zeroed in on the most 
               significant historical event recorded 
               on this date. 

                           PICARD
               Picard to Engineering, Geordi, we 
               need more speed.

     INT. ENGINEERING

     LAFORGE is working hard on a console, and various crew people 
     scurry around behind him.

                           LAFORGE
               I'm working on it, Captain.  The 
               impulse engines are running at 105% 
               ... but I think I can push her up to 
               110.  I can have us in standard orbit 
               within seven minutes.

                                                        INTERCUT:

                           PICARD
               That doesn't leave much time for the 
               Away Team.

                           LAFORGE
               Best I can do, Captain.  We could 
               attempt a long-range transport.

                           DATA
               There is the possibility of reflecting 
               a transporter beam off of high-
               frequency electromagnetic satellite 
               already in planetary orbit.  Doing 
               so would allow us to begin the away 
               mission within three minutes.

     Picard agrees with Data's plan, and stands to issue commands.

                           PICARD
               Very well, Mr. Data.  Number One, 
               assemble your team in the Transporter 
               Room.

     Riker stands and starts to exit.

                           RIKER
               Doctor, Deanna, Worf -- let's go.

     Crusher, Troi, and Worf follow Riker in to a turbo-lift, and 
     exit.  Picard moves close to Data.

                           PICARD
               Every ounce of speed you can muster, 
               Data.  We have to reach Earth in 
               time.

                           DATA
               It will be close, but the Away Team 
               should have plenty of time to complete 
               their mission.

                           PICARD
               I hope so, Data.
                    (quietly)
               For all of our sake.

                                                          CUT TO:

     INT. CORRIDOR

     Riker, Troi, Crusher and Worf are moving briskly.  Riker is 
     issuing last-minute instructions.

                           RIKER
               You all know the mission parameters.

                           TROI
               "No deviation from the timeline.  
               Avoid contact with natives from this 
               century.  Stay "on mission" at all 
               costs."

                           CRUSHER
               What's the cover story again?

                           RIKER
               We are caterers at the wedding.

                           WORF
                    (with distaste)
               Caterers?

                           RIKER
               Yes, Mr. Worf ...

                                                          CUT TO:

     INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

                           RIKER
               Caterers!

     As they arrive, a team of N.D. personnel hand them white 
     jackets and smocks, your typical catering uniform.

                           CRUSHER
               Okay, this should cover up our 
               uniforms, but what about Worf ...

     She turns to see Worf, who has covered his Klingon forehead 
     with a giant, floppy chef's hat.  Crusher and Troi do their 
     best not to laugh.  Worf looks distinctly unhappy.  Riker is 
     all business.

                           RIKER
               Ready?

     They move up on to the pads.  Troi stands next to Worf, still 
     stifling a laugh at the sight of this imposing figure in a 
     chef's hat.

                           WORF
                    (quietly)
               Not a word, Counselor.  Not a word.

                           RIKER
               Energize.

     The dematerialization effect begins, and the away team fades 
     out.

                                                          CUT TO:

     EXT. TEMPLE -- CONTINUOUS

     Riker, Troi, Crusher and Worf beam in.  They've arrived in 
     the back alley behind a Buddhist Temple, on a street in late 
     20th Century Earth.

                           RIKER
               Counselor, come with me.  Worf, you 
               and the doctor sneak around that 
               way, and look for the bride and groom.  
               We need to know where they are at 
               all times.

                           WORF
               Right.

                           RIKER
               And Worf?

                           WORF
               Yes, Commander?

                           RIKER
               Bon apetit.

     Worf doesn't get the cooking reference, as Crusher grabs his 
     arm and pulls him away.  Troi and Riker are all smiles as 
     they head in the opposite direction.

                           TROI
               That hat!

                           RIKER
               Best the computer could come up with 
               on short notice.

                           TROI
               Do you think we've made it in time?

                           RIKER
               We'll know shortly.

     They've arrived at the front of the temple.  Several well-
     dressed guests are walking in through the front, signing a 
     guest book, chatting, catching up.  It's the same scene you'd 
     see at just about any wedding.

                           TROI
                    (pointing)
               That looks like the groom's family.  
               The groom has got to be around here 
               somewhere.

                           RIKER
               Why don't we ask?

                           TROI
               A direct approach?  I like it.

     EXT. TEMPLE ENTRANCE -- CONTINUOUS

     A well-dressed couple, JAMES and SANDRA BAGNALL, are greeting 
     people as they arrive.  Riker and Troi approach from behind.

                           RIKER
               Excuse me, sir?

                           JAMES
               Yeah?

                           RIKER
               We're looking for the groom.

                           JAMES
               Yeah, Alden.  He's around here 
               somewhere.  If he didn't forget.

                           SANDRA
               I think he's adjusting his dickey.

                           JAMES
                    (softly)
               That's not too surprising.

                           TROI
               Can you point us toward his dressing 
               room?

                           SANDRA
               Sure, Sweetie, you just go inside, 
               make a left, and have the monks take 
               you the rest of the way.

                           RIKER
               Thank you both.

                           JAMES
               Huh?

                           RIKER
                    (a little louder)
               I said, thank you!

                           JAMES
               Yeah, great.

     Riker and Troi move off. 

                           SANDRA
                    (swatting him)
               Jim!
                    (a beat)
               Why are there caterers here?

                           JAMES
               I ain't paying for them.

     INT. TEMPLE ENTRANCE -- CONTINUOUS

     Riker and Troi move into the temple.

                           TROI
               I don't believe we just met them.

                           RIKER
               Certainly not the first time we've 
               met historical figures, but you never 
               quite get over the thrill.

                           TROI
               Just think, Will, those are the great, 
               great-grandparents of ...

                           RIKER
               I know, I know.  We've got to stay 
               focused, though.  We've got to get 
               to Alden before ...

     A loud EXPLOSION is from the back of the temple.  Riker and 
     Troi share a look of alarm, and start running toward the 
     source.

                                                          CUT TO:

     INT. TEMPLE KITCHEN

     Smoke fills the room.  Worf's white smock and chef's hat are 
     covered with soot.  He's holding a burned-out bowl and charred 
     spoon, and it's obvious this is the source of the explosion.  
     Crusher is waving a hand, trying to move the smoke away.

                           CRUSHER
               Worf, I don't think that was supposed 
               to happen.

                           WORF
               I do not understand.

                           CRUSHER
               You said you knew how to make a simple 
               souffle, something that would make 
               people think we really were caterers.

                           WORF
               I do!  I simply failed to anticipate 
               the interaction of these primitive 
               ingredients.

                           CRUSHER
               And the source of ignition?

                           WORF
                    (pondering)
               It must have been my phaser.

                           CRUSHER
                    (alarmed)
               Your phaser?

                           WORF
               To sear the crust!  You don't expect 
               me to serve raw Gah'Mack lu-Chuk?

     A temple monk enters the room.

                           MONK
               Excuse me, why are you using these 
               facilities?

     Crusher and Worf both look a bit confused.

                           WORF
               We are ... caterers.

                           MONK
               Yes, but there is no food being served 
               here today.  The reception is being 
               held elsewhere.

                           CRUSHER
               But we thought ... I mean ...

                           WORF
                    (again, with menace)
               We are caterers!  We will cater when 
               and where we wish!

     The monk backs off, moving slowly out of the room.

                           MONK
               Of course.  My mistake.  Continue to 
               ... cater.

                           WORF
               We shall!

     The monk is gone, and this time, Crusher can't hold back a 
     laugh.  Worf looks at her sternly, but eventually crumbles, 
     and the smallest Klingon smiles escapes.  Troi and Riker 
     come BURSTING in the door, and survey the scene.

                           RIKER
               What happened?

                           CRUSHER
               Oh, your usual kitchen accident.  
               Worf set off a small explosion while 
               attempting to sear the Gah'Mack lu-
               Chuk.

                           RIKER
               Oh, really?

     Troi laughs.

                           TROI
               Happens all the time.

                           RIKER
               Any progress?

                           CRUSHER
               Well, we did find out one important 
               fact our intelligence report seemed 
               to overlook.

                           RIKER
               What's that?

                           CRUSHER
               No caterers at the temple.  The 
               reception is being held at a nearby 
               restaurant.

     Worf looks at the sooty mess he's become.

                           WORF
               You mean, all this was unnecessary?

                           CRUSHER
               Technically, yes.

                           TROI
               But you do look cute in that hat.

     Worf growls.  Riker taps his combadge.

                           RIKER
               Away team to Enterprise.

                                                        INTERCUT:

     INT. BRIDGE -- CONTINUOUS

                           PICARD
               Go ahead, Commander.

                           RIKER
               Bad news sir.  There's no caterers 
               at the wedding.

                           PICARD
               You mean, they've been replaced?

                           RIKER
               No sir, there are NO caterers.  The 
               reception is being held at a nearby 
               restaurant.

                           PICARD
               Then the damage to the timeline might 
               be more extensive than we thought.  
               Continue your investigation.  Picard 
               out.

     The away team look worriedly at each other.

                           CRUSHER
               We still haven't located the bride 
               or the groom.  If it's not a terrible 
               catering mishap that derails the 
               time-line, then what?

                           TROI
               Well, this is a wedding, right?

                           WORF
               Correct.

                           TROI
               Then perhaps the Borg nano-probe is 
               somewhere else close to the bride or 
               groom.

                           RIKER
               A probe that small could lodge almost 
               anywhere ...

                           TROI
               But at a wedding, it would most likely 
               be in ...

                           WORF
               The rings!

     Riker grabs Worf's shoulder.

                           RIKER
               We'll find the groom, and check out 
               her ring.

                           CRUSHER
               We'll track down the bride.  She's 
               got to be here somewhere.

     They quickly move away.

     INT. DRESSING ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER

     A nervous groom, ALDEN BAGNALL, is adjusting his tuxedo.  
     He's alone in the room, when there is a knock at the door.

                           ALDEN
               Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna marry her, 
               just give me a minute.

     Worf and Riker enter, still in the catering outfits.

                           RIKER
               Excuse me, Alden, is it?

                           ALDEN
               Yeah, who are you?

                           WORF
               We are ... caterers!

                           ALDEN
               Well, thanks, but my stomach is just 
               barely hanging in there as it is.  
               No last second snacks for me.

     He looks at their outfits.

                           ALDEN
               Are you guys ... you know ... 
               Buddhists?

                           RIKER
               Yes, yes we are.

                           ALDEN
               Buddhist caterers?

                           WORF
                    (menacing)
               That is what we said! 

                           RIKER
                    (quickly)
               And, we've come to perform a ... uh 
               ... Buddhist Catering Ritual on your 
               wedding ring.

                           ALDEN
               My ring?  You mean the one I'm giving 
               to Cheryl?

                           RIKER
               Yes, may we see it, just for a moment?

     Alden fumbles through a pocket in his tuxedo, and produces 
     the ring.

                           ALDEN
               'Kay.
                    ("Okay")

     He hands the ring to Worf, who holds it waist-high.  Riker 
     brings his hands up underneath his caterer smock, concealing 
     a tricorder.  It starts to hum and chirp, as Riker scans the 
     ring.

                           ALDEN
               That's the ritual?

                           RIKER
               Oh, yes, the ritual.  Worf?

     Worf is startled.

                           WORF
               Yes?

                           RIKER
                    (smiling)
               Perform the ritual.

                           WORF
                    (through clenched 
                    teeth)
               I think it would be better if you 
               did so.

                           RIKER
               Oh, I insist.

     Worf realizes he's not getting out of this.

                           WORF
                    (improvising)
               Ring, ring ... ring of fire.  Let 
               the warriors of your house come forth.  
               Let their blood and their honor 
               sanctify this union.

     Worf is really getting in to it now, warming to the task. 

                           WORF
               From Kahless' Forge to your hand ... 
               the circle of honor must never be 
               broken ...

                           RIKER
                    (interrupting)
               I think that's enough!

                           ALDEN
               I'll say!

                           RIKER
               Thank you for your time.  And ... 
               good luck.

                           ALDEN
               Thanks.

     Alden returns to preening in the mirror.  Worf and Riker 
     exit.

     INT. HALLWAY -- CONTINUOUS

     Outside Alden's dressing room, Riker quickly removes the 
     tricorder from under his smock.

                           WORF
               Well?

     Riker studies the readings.

                           RIKER
               Six percent silver, 40 percent pewter, 
               a good amount of aluminum and three 
               percent zirconium.  No sign of Borg 
               technology.

                           WORF
               Then that must mean it's in the other 
               ring!

                                                          CUT TO:

     INT. WOMEN'S DRESSING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

     A bride, CHERYL IKEMIYA, is being attended to by her MOTHER.

                           MOTHER
               You look so beautiful!

                           CHERYL
               Mom ...

                           MOTHER
               I can't help it.  You truly are the 
               world's most beautiful bride.

                           CHERYL
                    (sniffles a bit)
               We're going to be crying a lot this 
               morning, aren't we?

                           MOTHER
                    (joining her in 
                    sniffles)
               I think so.

     They hug, as a knock sounds at the door.

                                     MOTHER
                         It's not time yet!  We've got another 
                         five minutes!

     The door squeaks open, and Troi and Crusher walk through.

                           TROI
               We're sorry to disturb you, but 
               there's an environmental health issue 
               we need to investigate.

                           MOTHER
               My daughter is getting married in 
               just a few minutes.  Can't it wait?

                           CRUSHER
               We're sorry for the intrusion, it 
               will just take a second.

     Crusher flips open her tricorder.

                           CHERYL
               What's that?

                           TROI
               It's a scanning device, to read the 
               level of lead oxide in the room.  
               You don't have any metals in here 
               now, do you?

                           CHERYL
               Just this ring ...

     She takes Alden's wedding band off of the table in front of 
     her.  Crusher's tricorder emits a new series of high-pitched 
     warning beeps.

                           CRUSHER
               Deanna! 
                    (points to tricorder 
                    face)
               Look at this!

     Troi moves to take a look.

                           TROI
               Oh no ...

                           MOTHER
                    (concerned)
               What is it?

                           TROI
               May we ... borrow that ring for a 
               moment?

     Both Cheryl and her mother look somewhat shocked.

                           CHERYL
               Um ... okay.  But I need it in just 
               a few minutes.

     Cheryl holds out the ring in the palm of her hand.  Troi 
     takes it quickly and throws it to the floor.

                           TROI
               Now!

     In one move, Crusher reaches under her smock and pulls out 
     her phaser, FIRING at the ring, the bright burst of the weapon 
     filling the room.  Cheryl and her mother SCREAM, and stagger 
     back from the blast.  Immediately, the ring emits a separate 
     energy discharge, a bright blue streak which erupts from 
     within.  Whatever was in there has been destroyed.  The ring 
     itself remains remarkably intact.  Crusher scans it again 
     with her tricorder.

                           CRUSHER
               Nothing.  It's gone.

                           CHERYL
                    (shaken)
               What's gone?

                           TROI
               Um ... the dangerous fume build-up 
               we were talking about.

                           CRUSHER
               You could have passed out during the 
               ceremony!  It's a good thing I had 
               my pocket sterilization kit with me.

                           MOTHER
               That ... was a pocket sterilization 
               kit?

                           CRUSHER
               Oh, sure.  You'd be amazed at what 
               they issue us for field work these 
               days.

     Troi is now simply staring at Cheryl.

                           TROI
               You're very lucky, you know?

                           CHERYL
                    (surprised)
               What?

     Crusher grabs Troi by the arm, steering her toward the door.

                           CRUSHER
               Okay, time for us to go!  Our work 
               here is done.

     She pushes Troi out the door.

                           CRUSHER
               Have a lovely wedding.

                           MOTHER
               We will.

     And Crusher and Troi are gone, leaving the Ikemiyas to 
     themselves.  Without saying a word, they hug again.

     INT. CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS

     Crusher taps her combadge.

                           CRUSHER
               Crusher to Riker.  We've neutralized 
               the Borg nano-probe.  It had attached 
               itself to a beryllium imperfection 
               in the ring.

                           RIKER'S COM VOICE
               Good work, Doctor, return to the 
               Enterprise immediately.  We'll see 
               you there.

     Troi and Crusher look around to make sure no one is watching.

                           TROI
               Are you sure we couldn't stay for 
               the wedding?  I love weddings ...

     Crusher gives her a look, and hits her communicator.

                           CRUSHER
               Crusher to Enterprise, two to beam 
               up ... 
                    (looking at Deanna)
               Now!

     The dematerialization effect begins, and they FADE OUT.

                                                          CUT TO:

     INT. TEMPLE WEDDING AREA -- LATER

     The wedding is in progress.  Cheryl and Alden are in position, 
     exchanging rings.  Alden leans close to Cheryl as he places 
     the ring on her hand.

                           ALDEN
                    (softly)
               You know, this ring was blessed by 
               Buddhist caterers.

     She puts his ring on to his hand. 

                           CHERYL
               Well, mine had to be cleared with 
               the Health Department.

                           ALDEN
                    (somewhat worried)
               Huh?

                           CHERYL
               We'll chat at the reception.

                           ALDEN
               I  hope so.

     He looks warily at the ring.

                                                          CUT TO:

     INT. BRIDGE -- CONTINUOUS

     The main viewscreen is displaying the wedding in progress, 
     and all of our Enterprise crewmembers are watching intently, 
     as the ring ceremony comes to an end.

                           WORF
               The transmission of this signal is 
               coming from low-level camcorder 
               radiation at the site.  We're 
               intercepting the data as it's being 
               recorded on to the magnetic tape. 

                           PICARD
               Very good, Mr. Worf.
                    (surveys the scene)
               Well, that just about does it.  It 
               seems the timeline is back on course.

                           RIKER
               Data, could you show us that alternate 
               history once again?

                           DATA
               Yes, Commander.

     He works a few buttons on his panel, and the viewscreen 
     changes to show a recording, very poor quality, of the same 
     ring ceremony we have just seen.

                           DATA
               This was automatically downloaded 
               into our computers from a 
               chronologically guarded Temporal 
               Fluctuation Detection Matrix installed 
               by Federation scientists working 
               with the Guardian of Forever.

                           TROI
               The Guardian of Forever?  You mean 
               that big, doughnut-shaped thing 
               Captain Kirk and Mister Spock used 
               to travel back to the 1930's?

                           DATA
               Precisely.  It now maintains a copy 
               of the "correct" timeline in its 
               "memory," for lack of a better term, 
               and is designed to notify ships 
               returning from the past if a temporal 
               distortion has occurred.

     The scene being played out on the screen is much different.  
     When Alden's ring is put on, he writhes in pain, falling to 
     his knees.

                           DATA
               As you can see, if we had not 
               destroyed the Borg nano-probe, it 
               would have become activated when it 
               came in to close proximity to Alden's 
               finger.

     On the recording, we can see the dreaded BORGIFICATION EFFECT 
     starting to take place, with tubes and metallic parts shooting 
     out of Alden's head and body.

                           DATA
               His enhanced blood pressure due to 
               the stress of become married triggered 
               the probe in the alternate timeline.

     The Borg effect is now complete, and an hideous-looking ALDEN 
     BORG is now beginning to assimilate people in the front row 
     at the ceremony.

                           PICARD
               Horrific.

                           DATA
               Yes sir.  According to the Guardian, 
               had we not intervened, this Alden 
               Borg would have begun assimilating 
               humans in mass quantities.  The 
               Federation would never have been 
               born.  Humanity as we know it would 
               not exist.

     On the screen, the Alden Borg assimilates a screaming Cheryl, 
     then turns, and heads for James and Sandra.

                           PICARD
               That's enough of the alternate 
               history, Mr. Data.

                           DATA
               Yes sir.

     Data presses a few buttons, and the normal starfield 
     reappears. 

                           RIKER
               And all because the Borg knew enough 
               about Earth history to target this 
               wedding.

                           PICARD
               Yes, well, as a back-up plan, it's 
               pure, evil, Borg brilliance.  If the 
               nano-probe doesn't completely turn 
               Alden in to a Borg, it at least 
               disrupts the wedding, making him 
               ill, and perhaps ruining the day.

                           TROI
               A ruined wedding is a tough foundation 
               to build a future on ... no pun 
               intended. 

                           CRUSHER
               That would reverberate down through 
               the timeline ... causing tension and 
               mistrust.

                           RIKER
               No children for Alden and Cheryl ... 
               no grandchildren ...

                           LAFORGE
                    (finishing the thought)
               And no great-grand children!  
               Especially not Morgan Masako Bagnall 
               Junior!

                           DATA
               Precisely.  Without Morgan Masako 
               Bagnall Junior to invent a sustained 
               reaction intermix chamber, Zefram 
               Cochrane would never have been able 
               to build the first warp ship.

                           RIKER
               And as we've seen ... no first warp 
               ship, no Federation.

     The viewscreen returns to a real-time shot of the happy, non-
     Borg Alden and Cheryl leaving the temple. 

                           PICARD
               Well, let's set a course for home 
               Data.  Thanks to those two ... I do 
               believe our future is secure at last.

                           DATA
               Temporal calculation complete.  Course 
               plotted for home.

     Picard stands and takes one last look at the happy couple on 
     his viewscreen.  Riker moves to stand near him.

                           PICARD
               There are times I wonder if I've 
               made the right choices in life, Will.

                           RIKER
               Sir?

                           PICARD
               Look at them.  Look at how happy 
               they are.  And we know what the future 
               has in store for them ...

                           RIKER
               We've had some pretty fantastic 
               adventures on the Enterprise, sir.

                           PICARD
               But none so rewarding, perhaps, as 
               the one those two have just set off 
               on.

     Riker contemplates this.

                           PICARD
               Mr. Data ... engage!

     EXT. SPACE

     A temporal "hole" forms in the sky, and the Enterprise leaps 
     forward in a sparkling pattern of a thousand rainbow colors, 
     stretching to infinity as the ship jumps to warp.

                                                        FADE OUT:

                               THE END

      

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