Star Trek Generations Page #4

Kirk fidgets in his chair, itching to get in on the action- his

instincts taking over. Scotty shoots him a side-long glance.

SCOTTY:

Is there something wrong with your chair, Captain?

Kirk gives him a look.

13 EXT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFX-I) 13

The ship snaps into warp.

14 INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE14

A few minutes later. Demora is watching her console.

DEMORA:

We're within visual range of the energy distortion, Captain.

HARRIMAN:

On screen.

15 INCLUDE VIEWSCREEN (VFX-I) 15

Which now shows a huge ribbon of crackling energy directly ahead of the

Enterprise-B. Everyone reacts to the bizarre sight.

CHEKOV:

What the hell is that?

DEMORA:

(off console)

I've found the transport ships.

15AINCLUDE VIEWSCREEN (VFX-I) 15A

The viewscreen now shows two transport ships trapped like insects in the

violent torrent of energy. The ships are being buffeted and thrown about

by large tendrils of crackling energy.

DEMORA:

(cont'd)

Their hulls are starting to buckle under the stress- they won't survive

much longer.

The ship suddenly shakes. The Navigator works his console.

NAVIGATOR:

We're encountering severe gravimetric distortions from the energy

ribbon.

HARRIMAN:

We'll have to keep our distance. We don't want to get pulled in, too.

Harriman frowns at the screen, trying to figure out what to do. Kirk can

barely contain himself- to him the answer is obvious. He blurts out the

answer.

KIRK:

Tractor beam...

Scotty quickly elbows him in the side- this isn't Kirk's ship. Kirk

shuts up.Harriman glances at Kirk.

HARRIMAN:

We don't have a tractor beam.

KIRK:

You left spacedock without a tractor beam?

HARRIMAN:

It won't be installed until Tuesday. (beat) Ensign Sulu, try generating

a subspace field around the ships. That might break them free.

DEMORA:

Aye, sir.

When Kirk hears this order, he shakes his head slightly and mouths the

word "no" under his breath. He knows that won't work.

DEMORA:

(shakes her head)

There's too much quantum interference, Captain.

Harriman frowns again, trying to come up with another solution, but it

isn't easy- it's his first day in command; his ship is under-manned and

ill-prepared. It's a nightmare come true. Kirk is itching to get in on

this, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair- but he restrains

himself.

HARRIMAN:

What about=8A venting plasma from the warp nacelles? That might disrupt

theribbon's hold on the ships.

NAVIGATOR:

Aye, sir. Releasing drive plasma.

A tense beat. Harriman glances over at the journalists, then glances

over at Kirk. Kirk goves him a pained smile, trying to be encouraging

even though he knows this is not the right course of action.

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