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Subject: Star Drek: The Next Degeneration
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EPISODE I: "Close Encounters at Midpoint"
[ SCENE: The transporter room. The Captain and Security Chief
are waiting for a emissary to beam up from the planet they are
currently orbiting. ]
Alien: [on transporter pad] "I wish to speak to the captain of
this vessel."
Captain: "I am Captain Hugh Lett Packard. I will escort you to
your quarters... and this is my Chief of Security
Fishermans Wharf."
Alien: "Is security really necessary? I assure you I mean no..."
Captain: "Merely a standard procedure. We had a slight incident
last episode, something to do with some new particle of
the week'. Ever since then security has been
heightened. It wouldn't have prevented the incident,
but it makes me feel better."
[ Suddenly the camera man tilts the camera, everyone in the room
leans to one side, and annoying alarms begin to sound. ]
Captain: [ Touches a smiley-faced button on his uniform, causing
an annoying computer generated whining noise. ]
"Bridge, what's going on up there?!"
Voice of
Striker: "We ran into another vessel, Captain. Mr. LaFarce
was driving again. You know he's blind as a bat."
Voice of
LaFarce: "Sorry Captain, I was just..."
Captain: "Mr. LaFarce, have you considered transferring to
Engineering? I think you would be more... uh...
helpful there."
Voice of
LaFarce: "Right."
Captain: "Mr. LaFarce..."
Voice of
LaFarce: "Sorry..." [with emphasis] "'Right SIR'."
Captain: "Thank you Mr. LaFarce." [to striker:] "I'll be on the
bridge shortly, Number Thirteen."
Voice of
Striker: "Yes sir."
[ Packard, Wharf, and the Alien step towards the door. A stage
hand pulls a couple of ropes connected to an intricate pulley
system and the door slides open. ]
Captain: [to wharf:] "Please escort our visitor to his quarters,
I'm needed on the bridge."
Wharf: "Aye, sir."
[ SCENE: The bridge. About 10 crew members are at their stations
looking busy bye randomly pushing buttons and hoping to get the
result they want without having to check the manual. Striker
is in the commander's chair. To his left is Counselor Diana
Finkelsnort, a half-human half-betatester who has the ability
to read creatures' emotions, which usually disturbs her and
scares the willies out of Striker. LaFarce is in the
navigator's, wearing some funky sunglasses he picked up on
Maclom-ten. ]
Striker: "Report to Engineering, Mr. LaFarce."
LaFarce: "Yes sir."
[ LaFarce goes off to engineering and an unknown extra takes his
place. Packard comes onto the bridge.]
Captain: [to striker:] "Ok, Number Thirteen, what's going on
here."
Striker: "Mr. LaFarce was at the helm. I was paying attention
to Diana's particularly alluring clothing, and the next
then I know, we rear ended another ship."
Captain: "Have you identified it yet?"
Striker: [Staring at Diana again, slightly smiling] "It seems to
be from a well known trader on Talmar-six..."
Captain: "Charles, I mean 'have you identified the ship?'"
Striker: [Looking back at Packard] "Oh, uh, yes sir. We ran the
plates and found out it is the Static Klingon ship
'Snuggles'."
Captain: "The Static Klingons?! Have you hailed them yet?"
Striker: "No sir. The incident seems to have knocked out their
communications."
Output: [Who for some reason is now on the bridge] "We are being
hailed, sir."
Captain: [Now smiling brightly] "Oh... well... tell them 'thank
you' Mr. Output."
Output: "No sir... the Static Klingons are attempting
communication with us."
Captain: "Diana?"
Diana: "I sense no deception from them. I really think they ARE
trying to communicate."
Captain: "Very well. Open a channel Mr. Output." [To no one in
particular] "I am Captain Hugh Lett Packard of the
Federated StarShip..."
[ The front view screen suddenly flashes to life, showing the
picture of a Static Klingon. ]
Klingon: "I know who you are, Packard. I am Captain Durasel.
You've made a BAD mistake, Packard! Now face the
consequences!"
Captain: "I'm sure there's a way we can work this out. My
insurance will cover..."
Klingon: "Not this time, Packard. Now all the galaxy will
find out what bad drivers the Federation has, and your
name will be specifically mentioned."
[ The screen goes back to a starfield. ]
Striker: "We can't allow this to happen! Load forward torpedo
tubes!"
Captain: "No, Chuck. There's another way."
Striker: "I agree, Commander, but we haven't found a way to use
this week's particle yet, and I feel this is a perfect
opportunity."
Striker: [angrily] "Captain, may I see you in your ready room?"
[ Packard nods, and they both enter a door conveniently placed
on the bridge into the Captain's ready room. ]
Striker: [still angrily] "How many names do you have for me
anyway?!"
Captain: "Now's not the time for this Charles. The a situation
that requires out immediate attention. Talk to me
later after filming is done."
Striker: [still obviously annoyed] "Aye sir."
Output: [over the intercom] "Captain, the Static Klingons are
preparing to send an editorial to the Galactic Press."
Striker: [to Packard, calmed down now] "Durasel wasn't kidding,
was he?"
Captain: "No, he wasn't. I once met Duracel at a conference
about Kenmore waves on Clorox-two. Once he starts
something, he keeps going, and going, and going..."
Striker: "So what do we do about it?"
Captain: "That depends. What's this week's particle."
[ Striker picks up a copy of the script lying on the table. ]
Striker: "It seems to be... Grapenut Particles."
Captain: "Hmmm... Maybe Output can help us." [ He presses his
smiley-faced button, again causing the computer
generated whining noise. ] "Come to my ready room,
Mr. Output."
[ The door slides open and Output enters. ]
Output: "You called, sir?"
Captain: "Yes, Output. What do you know about Grapenut
Particles?"
Output: "They are small particles that are so hard that, thus
far, no-one has been able to split them sir."
Striker: "Is there any way we can use them against the Static
Klingons?"
Output: "Not likely sir. They are only used as a food source
for..."
[ Wharf's voice erupts over the intercom. ]
Wharf: "Sir... incoming vessel!"
Captain: "I'll be right there!"
[ Packard, Striker, and Output walk briskly onto the bridge. On
the screen is the Static Klingon ship 'Snuggles' , dwarfed by
the awesome craft approaching - a giant cubical ship!]
Wharf: "It's the Borg ship, Rubic, sir!"
[ Suddenly, the front view screen changes, showing the interior
of the 'Rubic'. ]
Captain: "My GOD! It can't be..."
[ Wharf scowls violently, his hand hovering over the fire button
that would launch a barrage of torpedoes at the Rubic. Dr.
Susan Cruncher enter onto the bridge, intent on telling off
Striker for his violation of the Prime Directive with a
tribe of Amazon women on Borax-three two episodes ago, when
she suddenly notices the view screen which everyone is intently
staring at. ]
Dr. Cruncher: [With deep fear in her voice] "NO! This can't be
happening!"
Captain: "Mr. Output, can you confirm what we are looking at?"
[ Output examines the viewscreen, which shows a picture of a
haphazard pile of intertwined electronics and hairballs. ]
Output: "Either the Borg have somehow assimilated the giant cat
species of Narcilus-Six, or..."
Wharf: [Growling, but confident] "They've assimilated Tribbles,
sir!"
Output: "Confirmed, sir."
Striker: "I've always wondered what happened to them after the
old series."
Dr. Cruncher: "But no-one would have guessed..."
Captain: "Perhaps we can use this to our advantage. Mr. Output,
send a galaxy wide warning message about out situation.
That should keep the Static Klingons' article off the
front page."
Striker: "That will only delay them, Captain."
Captain: "But that should give us enough time to handle both
situations."
Output: "Sir, the Rubic is coming closer."
Captain: "Pull back slowly and tell me their reaction."
Output: "They are ignoring the Static Klingons' ship and heading
directly towards us... but sir, the 'Snuggles' seems to
be being pulled along by the Rubic."
Captain: "A tractor beam?"
Output: [puzzled] "Negative, sir."
[ Leslie Cruncher, Dr. Cruncher's son, steps off the Turbolift
where he had been waiting for his mother. ]
Leslie: "I know what's going on, Captain!"
Captain: [to Dr. Cruncher:] "Susan, I told you to keep that brat
off the bridge! You know I hate kids, and this one
makes me look bad. He keeps showing how just one kid
can jeopardize my Starship, and how no-one on my crew
can fix it! But he can, of course! I swear, over half
of the attempts to take over this ship are his fault:
making my security look laxed! I don't know why I just
don't..."
Leslie: "But I can help, sir! I did a research paper last week
on why Static Klingons and Tribbles hate each other. I
got an 'A' on it, of course, due to the fact that..."
Striker: [annoyed] "Get on with it, Mr. Cruncher!"
Leslie: "Yes, sir. As I was saying, I found the reason they hate
each other. It seems that when Tribbles collect
together, they build up a static charge which is
opposite of the one that the Static Klingons generate."
Captain: "Mr. Output?"
Output: "That would explain the 'Snuggles' behavior, sir."
Striker: "So it's being pulled along like a magnet?"
Output: "Yes, sir."
Captain: "That seem to explain it then. Leslie... get the hell
off my bridge!"
[ Two security officers "escort"Leslie off the bridge. Dr
Cruncher follows, giving Striker a scowl as she leaves.
Counselor Finkelsnort gets up and goes with her. ]
[ SCENE: The Turbolift. A small cylindrical room attached to the
bridge that has a small, colored window with lights behind it
on a rotary, giving the occupants the notion that they are
moving. Leslie goes to his quarters to finish his experiment
on creating supernovas from starships. The security officers
go to 10-backwards, the Bar and Lounge on the ship, to get a
couple of Synthabrewskis and discuss why so many in security
get killed every episode while the bride crew, who do most the
dangerous work, are generally unscathed. Dr. Cruncher
conveniently stays on the turbolift giving Diana enough time
to deliver her lines.
Diana: "Back on the bridge, I sensed some hostility towards
Striker. Would you care to talk about it?"
Dr. Cruncher: "I'd rather not. I don't suppose you noticed
the Captain's hostility towards Leslie?"
Diana: "Well, you know the captain. Speaking of Leslie, I've
always wondered why you named him that."
Dr. Cruncher: "Well, it was my husband, actually."
Diana: "He named Leslie?"
Dr Cruncher: "No.. I was pregnant with Leslie when my good for
nothing husband left me! He's never called or
written or anything! That's when I found out
all men are pigs from Gundar-ten and deserve to
be shot with a phaser cannon! Anyway, I was hoping
for a girl, but I got Leslie instead, so I made the
best of it."
Diana: "I thought your husband was captured by the Rumulans and
thrown in a prisoner of war camp."
Dr. Cruncher: "Sure... but that's no excuse for not visiting once
in a while."
[ Now that the useless character development scene is over, we
return to the bridge where Packard and his crew are trying to
solve a crisis...]
Packard: [to Striker] "... and that's final! I want you to shave
off that stupid beard!"
Striker: "But, Captain, our rating have gone up since I grew it.
To shave it off now would be a disaster, with the
season finale coming up."
Packard: "Fine... keep it for now. But next season I want you
clean shaven. Is that understood?"
Striker: "Aye, Sir."
Output: "Captain, the Rubic is hailing us."
Captain: "On screen."
[ Again, the front viewscreen shows the interior of the Ruic.
But this time, it is focused on a particular spot where a
large number of assimilated Tribbles have gathered into a
large ball. ]
Voice from
Rubic: "We are the Quibbles. Surrender at once. Resistance is
futile. Calculus is irrelevant. Lower your shields and
prepare to be boarded."
[ Before anyone could even raise an objection to the comment
about calculus, the screen switches back to an outside view
of the Rubic, still dragging the Static Klingon Warbear
'Snuggles' along. ]
Striker: "I wonder what their motives are that they are following
us and ignoring the Static Klingons?"
Captain: [presses his smiley faced button again] "Counselor
Finkelsnort to the bridge."
Output: "Captain, I respectfully think that the Counselor will
not be much help in this situation. Recall that she had
trouble reading the Borg's emotions..."
Captain: [privately to output] "Yes, I recall. Episode 56 'A Cry
for Better Ratings'. I was actually calling her here to
keep Striker busy and preventing him from making obvious
observations."
Output: "Were not Commander Striker and the Counselor courting at
one time?"
Captain: "Yes, Charles and Diana were once an item. We keep
getting letters suggesting that they get back together
again..."
Wharf: "Captain, the Rubic is firing shield disrupters at us."
Captain: "Shield Disruptors?! Since when did they get those?"
Wharf: "The writers came up with the idea this morning and threw
it in the script."
Captain: "You'd think that they would at least inform ME. After
all, I AM the Captain."
Wharf: "Shields at 80% ... 60% ... 40% ..."
Captain: "Rather than reading numbers, Mr. Wharf, have you
considered returning fire?"
Wharf: "Aye, sir... firing photon torpedoes"
[ Temporary scene switch to the outside of the ship, showing 4
brightly glowing balls heading for the Rubic. They impact and
explode, but seem to cause no damage. The scene switches back
to the bridge. ]
Wharf: "Minimal effect, sir."
[ Suddenly Leslie jumps out of the turbolift onto the bridge. ]
Leslie: "Captain, I know why the Rubic is attacking us!"
Captain: "Security to the bridge, set phasers to broil!!!"
[ Two security officers dash onto the bridge and start to drag
Leslie off the bridge. ]
Leslie: [struggles and yells just before the turbolift door
closes:] "They're after our cargo!"
Output: "Sir, Leslie has a point. Recall when I was explaining
about Grapenut Particles to you and Commander Striker."
Captain: "Yes."
Output: "I was attempting to explain that Grapenut Particles are
only used as a primary food source for the Tribble farms
on Malox-five..."
Captain: "Why didn't you explain this earlier?!"
Output: "It was not in the script, sir"
[ The captain touches his smiley faced button once again. ]
Captain: "Mr. LaFarce, load our cargo onto the trasnporter pad...
immediately!"
Striker: [takes his eyes off Diana long enough to address the
captain] "You're just going to give it to them?!"
Captain: "Actually, I'm going to solve two problems at once."
Voice of
LaFarce: "The cargo's on the pad, sir."
Captain: "Good, now set transport coordinates for the 'Snuggles'
and energize!"
[ The scene switches to cargo bay one. The camera man gets there
just in time to catch the disappearing containers on the
transport pad, and a different computer generated whining noise
that dissipates as the cargo does. ]
[ The scene changes again to the inside of the 'Snuggles'. A
computer generated whining noise gets louder as the cargo
starts to appear. Then there is a yelp of surprise as the
camera man, who has just finished thumbing through the script
to find out what happens next, realizes that he is in
imminent danger. ]
Wharf: "The Rubic's assault has stopped. They are focusing now
their attention on the 'Snuggles', sir."
[ On the screen, the Rubic can be seen chasing the Snuggles.
Even though the Snuggles' engines are at Warp 9, it is still
being pulled towards the Rubic. ]
Captain: [With some concern] "Take us out of here, Mr. Output!"
[ Warp drive is engaged just as the music reaches a climax, which
is also precisely coordinated with an enormous explosion,
leaving behind only ship debris and small clumps of fur
floating in space. The music slowly dies down and the scene
changes back to the bridge. ]
Striker: "It seems we've succeeded, sir."
Captain: "There's one more thing I need to do, Number Thirteen.
You have the bridge." [ Packard presses the smiley
faced button again. "Mr. LaFarce to my ready room."
[ The scene changes to Packard's ready room. Packard is sitting
at his desk and LaFarce enters through the door. ]
Captain: "Mr. LaFarce, may I ask you a favor?"
LaFarce: "Sure, Captain. What do you need?"
Captain: "How are you at programming Federation computers?"
LaFarce: "That's one of my best areas... helped me get into
Starfleet."
Captain: "Excellent! We're going to be stopping at Excedrin-
four. I want you to beam down to the Starfleet
Testing Facility and program the computers to admit
ANYONE, even if they TRY to fail."
LaFarce: "Aye, sir."
[ LaFarce leaves and Packard pushes his button once again. ]
Captain: "Leslie Cruncher, I've scheduled you to take the
Starfleet Academy Entry exams on Excedrin-four."
[ Packard smiles smugly. The scene changes once more to the
outside of the ship. The end theme music starts to play,
and just before the ship jumps into warp, the camera pans
over its distinctive bumper sticker which states "Don't
Drink and Derive". The ship disappears and the credits
begin to roll. ]
Creator: Robert Fentiman
Writer: Robert Fentiman
And special thanks to my friends for a couple revision ideas!
Disclaimer: All resemblances of characters depicted in here
to people either living, dead, or otherwise, in completely on
purpose. If you're willing to admit that these characters
resemble you or any of your relatives or friends, you are in
dire need of help.