Star Trek Generations Page #3

Scotty, Kirk and Chekov all take their seats. The journalists take

positions on the opposite side of the Bridge. Harriman moves to the

command chair and the rest of the Bridge crew go to their stations.

HARRIMAN:

(to all)

Prepare to leave spacedock. Aft thrusters ahead one quarter, port and

starboard at station keeping. (beat) Captain Kirk, I'd be honored if you

would give the order to get underway.

KIRK:

No, no. Thank you.

HARRIMAN:

Please, I insist.

All eyes on Kirk- he has little choice. He stands uncomfortably. There

is a moment of anticipation.

KIRK:

(to all)

Take us out.

Everyone breaks into applause. Kirk sits down in acute embarrassment and

annoyance.

CHEKOV:

(sotto)

Very good, sir.

SCOTTY:

(sotto)

Brought a tear to my eye.

CUT TO:

11 EXT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFX-I) 11

The great ship majestically leaves the dock and heads out into open

space,passing directly overhead.

12 INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE12

A short time later. Harriman turns to his guests.

HARRIMAN:

Well, we've just cleared the asteroid belt. Our course will take us

outbeyond Pluto and then back to spacedock. Just a quick run around the

block. (beat) If we have time, we'll conduct a few tests of the warp-

Suddenly the communications console starts to beep. The COM OFFICER hits

a few commands in response.

COM OFFICER:

(to Harriman)

We're picking up a distress call, Captain.

This grabs everyone's attention.

HARRIMAN:

On speakers.

We hear the voice of a crewmember who sounds panicked and urgent.

COM VOICE:

(fritzed)

This is the transport ship Lakul. We're caught in some kind of

energydistortion. We can't break free... need immediate help... it'

tearing us-

The voice is drowned out by static. The SCIENCE OFFICER checks something

on his console. The journalist with the holo-camera turns on his light

and pans it around to capture the action.

SCIENCE OFFICER:

The Lakul is one of two ships transporting El-Aurian refugees to Earth.

Harriman blinks a couple of times, surprised at this unexpected turn of

events. Kirk watches him intently. Harriman clears his throat, then

turns to Demora.

HARRIMAN:

Can you locate them?

DEMORA:

The ships are bearing at 3-1-0 mark 2-1-5. Distance: three light years.

HARRIMAN:

Signal the closest starship. We're in no condition to mount a rescue. We

don't even have a full crew aboard.

The NAVIGATOR checks his console.

NAVIGATOR:

We're the only one in range, sir.

The holo-camera light is shined on Harriman as he shifts in his seat,

hesitant to take the plunge. Kirk is drumming his fingers impatiently on

his leg. Finally, Harriman takes a breath and straightens his jacket a

bit.

HARRIMAN:

Well, then, I guess it's up to us. (to Demora) Helm, lay in an intercept

course and engage at maximum warp.

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