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From: petitc@vccnw07.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Horse of a Different Color (Part 1 of 4)
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[Fade in as we see the Enterprise, regally decorated, slow out of warp]
Picard: King's Personal Diary. Stardate 31428.3. We are en route to
Star Castle 7, for minor repairs, and to celebrate the Christmas
holiday tradition.
[Picard turns off the computer, and walks onto the Bridge. A subspace message
is coming in]
Picard: Onscreen.
[We see a man bent over in front of the console. People are running around
in the background, screaming. There seems to be a general air of chaos which
hangs heavy on this station]
Caller: David Granspiel to the Enterprise. Come in Enterprise.
Picard: We have received your communication. What's the matter?
David: We're being taken over. It's almost too late. I....
[The screen blinks off, showing the familiar starfield]
Picard: Navigator, do we know where that signal was coming from?
Navigator: Yes, your majesty. It was coming from our tower in the Beta
Gamma cluster.
Picard: Then set our course for the Beta Gamma cluster, full speed.
Navigator: It is done, your majesty.
[We see the Enterprise warp out of the current space]
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Picard: King's Personal Diary. We are now en route to the Beta Gamma
cluster, where we believe something terrible has happened to our
Tower located there.
[Picard's comm panel beeps urgently. He walks over to it and activates it]
Navigator: Your majesty, we have reached the Beta Gamma cluster, and are near
the location of the transmission.
Picard: Are there any signs of life?
Navigator: There are none, your majesty. Also, there doesn't even seem to
be a Tower there, anymore.
Picard: WHAT?!?
Navigator: It looks like the ground where we built the Tower hasn't been
disturbed for a thousand years.
Picard: Thank you, Navigator.
[Picard closes the comm panel, and walks out onto the Bridge]
Picard: Do you have any more information about what happened below, now that
we're closer to the Tower's previous location?
[A man in curious-looking robes is sitting at a panel. He answers]
Man: Your majesty, there seems to be a small fluctuation in the space-time
continum below.
Picard: A fluctuation?
Man: Yes, your majesty.
Picard: I believe we should go ashore with a landing party to discover more
about what has happened below. Duke Data, Viscount Laforge, and
Lady Deanna, I'd like you to come ashore with me.
[Deanna Laforge and Data say]: We'd be honored, your majesty.
[We see the four people beam down in a familiar effect. There is a glowing
blue disk that is almost throbbing with energy. It is spinning, looking like
someone dumped a can of blue paint into a tornado. In the center of the storm,
we can see a small, fuzzy scene]
Picard: Examine that portal with your Glasses. Do you see anything else about
this vortex?
[Deanna, Data and Laforge pull out what look like small crystal balls, encased
within a firm, black case, and point the balls at the vortex]
Data: Your majesty, it seems to be a distortion of both space and time. It
does not appear stable.
[Just then, an earthquake shakes the planet's surface. The ground begins to
open up]
Picard: Get us back on board NOW!
Operator: We can't, your majesty. Magnetic interference prevents us from
activating the Gangplank.
[As the splitting continues, it reveals a seething inferno of fire just beneath
them. Picard thinks and quickly makes the only reasonable choice]
Picard: Into the vortex.
[Data, Deanna and Laforge all say]: WHAT?!?
Picard: Either we take our chances with the vortex, or certainly die.
[Picard jumps into the vortex. Data, Deanna and Laforge follow seconds later,
getting in just as the ground under their feet disappears]
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From: petitc@vccnw07.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Horse of a Different Color (Part 2 of 4)
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[We see Picard, Deanna, Laforge and Data complete their jumping motion and
land in a thick bank of snow. Big Ben is chiming overhead, and a cool wind
is blowing past them. A group of poorly-clad children are running past and
laughing]
Kid #1 [to Picard]: Your majesty, could we please have just a few farthings
for our supper?
Picard: I'm terribly sorry, my lad, but I don't have any farthings to give.
Kid #1: B-But kings are always rich, aren't they?
Picard: I'm afraid we aren't always.
Kid #2 [to Kid #1]: You're wasting your time. 'e's no gentleman.
Kid #1 [to Kid #2]: I guess you're right.
[The two kids run off, looking for other people to beg from]
Laforge: Your majesty, perhaps we should try to change clothes, before we get
confused with the royality of this time period.
Deanna: Viscount Laforge is right. I sensed sadness and hostility from those
children. Finding someone dressed as royality, but unwilling to help
them live certainly reenforces their feelings of hatred towards the
king of this region.
Picard: You're both right. But, we don't have any money with us. You know
we haven't used gold coinage, except in displays, for centuries.
Laforge: I know, your majesty. But, perhaps, we could try to get jobs.
Picard: What did people DO in this time period, Viscount Laforge?
Laforge: I don't know, your majesty. But Data might know.
Picard: Data?
Data: Your majesty, I believe (if my information is correct), that we are in
what was called London, England, during the mid to late 19th century.
If I remember correctly, people were blacksmiths, butchers, bakers, and
candlestick makers.
Picard: Certainly people did more things than that.
Data: They did, your majesty, but those are all the jobs I believe we could
perform. Also, the last three I guessed from an ancient story, which
was called a fairy tale.
Picard [amused]: A fairy tale?
Data: Yes, your majesty.
[Amused snickers arise from the entire crew]
Data: I fail to see what you all find so amusing.
[Everyone but Data bursts out laughing. This attracts some attention from a
Bobby (local policeman)]
Bobby: `ere now, what's going on?
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[He stops for a second, then stares at the richly ornamented garments that they
are wearing]
Bobby: Your majesty. I had no idea!
Picard: It's quite alright, my good fellow. You're doing a fine job. Carry
on.
Bobby: Thank you, your majesty.
[The Bobby leaves the scene. Then Picard notices a local tavern.]
Picard: Maybe we can get some help in there. Let's go.
[The landing party enters a small tavern. It has a faint atmosphere of dirt-
iness, but nothing specific. The bar stools have worn wood, and faded velvet
covers. Many small tables are crammed into the tavern, making movement between
them nearly impossible. The tavern is practically empty, except for a few
regulars. A few candles glow faintly overhead, stuck in mock chandiler holds]
Picard [whispers to Data]: Duke Data, what do I do in here?
Data: I believe, your majesty, you go up to the large bar and ask for a drink.
Picard: Is there anything particular you could recomment from this time
period?
Data: I believe that Rum was a good choice, your majesty.
Picard: Thank you, Duke Data.
[Picard walks up to the bar. He gets odd stares from the regulars, as well
as from the barkeep]
Picard: Sir, I believe I would like to order a drink.
Guy #1: 'ere now, list'n two the way 'e talks! [He bursts out laughing]
"Siiiir, Aye belIIEEEEEEve AAAYYE woood lIIIIIk twoooooo ooorrr
drrrrr aaa dreenk." [He laughs even harder, and a few of the
other regulars also start laughing]
Barkeep: What would suit you?
Picard: A rum.
Guy #2: A rum. Listen to the lad. [Bursts out laughing]
Kiddie drinks!
[At this point, Picard seems quite upset. He turns to them, his face a nice
shade of pink, and says]
Picard: SILENCE!!
[Everyone quiets down quickly, and two of the guys cower in fear]
Picard: Now, I am your king, and I DEMAND to be treated as such.
Guy #1: Aw, we didn' mean nothin' by it. Just having a little fun.
Picard: That's not my idea of 'fun.'
Guy #1 [muttering]: Alright, alright.
Guy #1 [to himself]: Royality has no sense of humor.
Picard: Oh, one last thing.
Barkeep: Yes, what is it now?
Picard: What day and year is today?
Barkeep: Are you serious?
Picard: I am.
Barkeep: It's 1890, the year of Our Lord, and the date is December 24th.
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From: petitc@vccnw07.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Horse of a Different Color (Part 3 of 4)
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Picard: Thank you for your assistance.
[He leaves before the drink comes.]
Barkeep: Wait! What about the drink?
Picard: Oh, that. Well, I couldn't pay for it anyways.
[As Picard and others leave, we see a livid barkeeper pour the rum back into
the barrel with shaking hands]
Data: That was most helpful, your majesty.
Deanna: What do we do now?
Picard: I think our first task is to find a way back to where we came from.
Data: You mean I should go back to Dr. Soong's labratory, your majesty?
[Picard sighs]
Picard: No. I mean back to the Enterprise.
Data: Oh. Sorry, your majesty.
[We hear a wry chuckle from Laforge]
[As Picard and co cross the street, they are nearly run over by a horse-drawn
carriage.]
Driver: Whoa! Will you please be more careful next time, people. You were
almost killed.
[Picard looks quite amazed]
Picard: Sorry, old chap. I shall try to be more---
[The driver examines Picard's regal robes]
Driver: My god! It's the King!
[The Driver gets down off his carriage, and gets on his knees. Also, a few
passers-by do the same]
Picard: I would really just like some help.
Driver: What do you want, your majesty?
Picard: I'd like some money.
Driver: YOU? The King? Asking a pauper for money?
Picard: Yes.
Driver: Well, I can't offer you any money, but I can offer you my hospitality.
Picard: By that, you mean?
Driver: I mean you and your friends are all invited to a Christmas dinner.
Picard: Thank you. We would be honored to attend.
Driver: No. WE would be honored if you attended.
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[Fade into a small but well-kept house. Thick stone walls separate it from its
neighbors. It is largely wooden, with a thatched roof. Picard, Deanna,
Laforge and Data are all sitting down around a small table which is located
in the center of the dining room. Small plates are being passed around, with
slabs of plum pudding on them]
Picard: I must say, you prepare an excellent meal, mister?
Driver: Drevenshire, your majesty.
Picard: Well, Mr. Drevenshire, thank you for your hospitality.
[Deanna, Laforge and Data all say, in turn]: Yes, thank you.
[Everyone shakes Mr. Drevenshire's hand, and leaves. As they leave, the snow
starts to pick up its intensity slightly]
Data: Your majesty, perhaps we should find lodging for the night.
Picard: Indeed we should. Laforge, do you see any good places nearby?
Laforge: No, your majesty. But, I do see a barn right at the edge of town.
At least we wouldn't have to pay to sleep there.
Picard: I concur. An excllent idea, Vicsount Laforge.
[We see Picard and friends march out to the edge of town. All the while, the
snowfall is getting more intense, until, by the time they reach the edge of
town, it is a virtual blizzard. The barn is large, but unkempt. One of the
doors is missing, and the other lays up against the barn, not hinged on. But,
Picard and friends enter, and see a small lantern hanging on a nail embedded
in the barn's wall. They light the lamp, and see a pile of hay on top of the
barn.]
Data: Perhaps we should sleep there, your majesty.
Picard: Ok. Let's go.
[They all climb up a rickety ladder, and burrow deep into the hay. It is
fairly warm, and blocks most of the draft that rages through the barn. They
extinguish the lantern, and go to sleep. Hours later, the snow has stopped,
and a bright blue light fills the barn. Laforge wakes up first]
Laforge: What's that?
[He looks up at the light, but sees nothing. Then, he begins shaking Picard]
Laforge: Your majesty, wake up!
[Picard shakes his head, still groggy with sleep]
Picard: What is it? Oh!
[Data and Deanna wake on short order. They all leave the barn door, and try to
leave the area. But, a force field envelops the barn---they can't leave.
They see a tiny red light form in the center of the bright blue light. It
grows bigger, and bigger]
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[After a few seconds, the light jumps out, tumbles to the ground, and takes
human form]
Picard: Who are you?
Form: Don't you recognize me?
[Picard looks carefully at the beard, big tummy, and red outfit, but recognizes
nothing]
Picard: No.
Data: Your majesty, I believe I recognize this life form's current appearance.
Picard: What IS IT, Duke Data?!?
Data: It---He was called, I believe, Santa Claus---supposedly the source of
Christmas.
Santa: No, no. I'm no more the source of Christmas than the Easter Bunny is.
Data: Easter bunny?
Picard: Later, Data.
Deanna: I heard about Santa Claus while I was growing up.
Picard: But you grew up on Betazid?
Deanna: I did have a human father, remember? He told me about Santa.
[Santa lets out a jolly laugh]
Santa: At least someone around here recognizes me.
Data [whispers to Picard]: Your majesty, my Glass doesn't register 'Santa'
as even existing here.
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From: petitc@vccnw07.its.rpi.edu (Christopher Jon Petit)
Subject: Horse of a Different Color (Part 4 of 4)
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Picard [whispers to Data]: But, then what is he really?
Data: I couldn't even begin to say, your majesty.
[We see Santa Claus talking to Troi]
Santa: So, my little girl, what would you like for Christmas.
Troi: I'm not exactly a little girl...Santa.
Santa: What do you want me to call you, then? All people are my children.
Troi: I'd prefer you call me a lady.
Santa [laughing slightly]: Ok, then. So, my little LADY, what would you like
for Christmas.
Troi: I want to be returned to my home.
Santa: You mean Betazid?
Troi [astonished and frightened]: How did you know that?
Santa: I know everything. Don't you remember that?
Troi: Who are you?
Santa: You yourself said I am Santa Claus.
Troi: No, you LOOK like Santa. That doesn't mean you are him.
Santa: How could I prove myself to you?
Troi: Bring us home, back to the Enterprise.
Santa: But, little lady, I can't do that...yet.
Troi: What do you mean?
[At this point, Santa disappears in a twinkle of lights and the blue light
disappears into the darkness]
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Picard: Well, Lady Deanna, it looks as if we are on our own.
Troi: What should we do, your majesty?
Picard: I just don't know.
[We see an old man stagger near the barn. He collapses. Picard goes over to
help him]
Picard: Are you alright, old chap?
Man: I...I think so.
Picard: What's wrong?
Man: Not sure...Feel dizzy...
Picard: Just rest, my good man.
[The old man falls asleep]
Picard: Duke Data, what does your Glass indicate about this man? What's his
problem?
[Data points the Glass at the old man. He pulls it back and stares at it for
a few seconds, then replies]
Data: It indicates, your majesty, that he is dying.
Picard: But, dying of what?
Data: His blood seems to be lacking some key elements. Red blood cells, to
be precise.
Picard: Is there anything we can do?
Data: I don't know, your majesty.
LaForge: Your majesty, we could try a blood transfusion.
Picard: But we don't have the right equipment.
LaForge: We could still do it.
Picard: But that would mean that whoever gives the blood will almost certainly
die. I can't ask that of anyone.
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LaForge: Your majesty, I'll give this man blood.
Picard: Do you have the same blood type?
LaForge: According to the Glass, we do.
Picard: You're sure you want to do this?
LaForge: Positive. We can't let this man die. Let's go.
[A few minutes later, we see Geordi lying down on a stack of hay in the barn,
as well as a siphon and bucket. The siphon is connected to a needle, which is
stuck inside Geordi's arm. Blood is coursing through the siphon into the
bucket]
Troi: How do you feel, Geordi?
LaForge: A little weak, but otherwise fine.
[The bucket is filled. Now, we see the needle being removed, and a torniquet
being applied to Geordi. The flow of blood from the cut left by the needle is
not slowing down, however]
Picard: Do something! Viscount LaForge won't last long if he loses any more
of his blood!
[Nobody can do anything. After a few minutes, the floor is filled with blood,
and the flow finally stops. Picard is angry and hurt. He turns to look at the
old man]
Picard: Why didn't you help?
Man: It wasn't my place to help.
Picard: Not your place!
Man: Yes.
Picard: Then whose place IS it?!
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[We see a small blue light appear from nowhere. It spirals upwards, growing
larger and larger, until it is human sized. Then, it takes form as Santa
Claus]
Santa: Mine.
Picard: Why didn't you help sooner!
Santa: It wasn't time.
Troi: When WILL it ever be time?
Santa: Now, it is the time.
Picard: It's too late, now.
Santa: No. Tonight, Viscount Geordi LaForge has shown kindness, and has been
the true meaning of Christmas. He gave his life, so that this 'old
man' may live. But, it was not his place to die. At least not yet.
[We see a blue light envelop Geordi's body. When it fades, he is sitting up,
in perfect health. The blood on the floor is gone. Picard turns back around
to face Santa]
Picard: I don't know how to thank---
[Santa disappears. A few seconds later, Picard and crew reappear on the
Enterprise]
Picard [disoriented]: That was quite a ride.
LaForge: That it was, your majesty.
Data: Where shall we head for next, your majesty?
Picard: Let's head home.
[We see the Enterprise jump to warp]
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January 11, 1993.
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