The following is the first act and the next 4 acts will follow ....
The teaser was posted yesterday.
All this is copyright - Corinne Cullen Hawkins, all rights reserved.

Feedback is welcome and encouraged.  This script was written before
learning that Wesley was leaving the show.  Submitted in November 1990
and came back rejected in March.

            STAR TREK: "Inheritance" - ACT ONE

FADE IN

EXT. SPACE - ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

enroute to Gama III at warp speed.

INT. PASSENGER QUARTERS

Nahj is looking around the room, curiously. Wesley is watching him. The
luggage is left unpacked on the floor by the door, where it was dumped
on arrival. Nahj finally heads for the computer terminal and starts
accessing Starfleet history. He scans it at the same rate Data would
use--ultra fast. He finishes the text within seconds. Wesley is
astounded.

          NAHJ
(swivels around in chair, carefree and excited)
How lucky you are to be a part of all this.  Will you show me the rest
of the ship now?  I want to see all of it.

          WESLEY
How did you do that?

          NAHJ
(genuinely puzzled)
Do what?

          WESLEY
Scan the databank so quickly. I thought only Data was able to process
information so fast--at least I did until today.

          NAHJ
It's not difficult.
(getting excited again)
I could teach you. It's like a trick, a mind exercise. You clear your
mind, make it an open receptacle. Then you can process computer
information, or anything else at that speed. Nevik taught me, and I'll
teach you.

Wesley is thunderstruck at Nahj's nonchalance and eager to start right away.

          WESLEY
Now?

          NAHJ
Would you show me the ship first?

          WESLEY
Of course.
(talking while they exit)
Wait'll you see engineering. This ship is the fastest in
Starfleet...and I can show you my new program in the Holodeck....

CUT TO:

INT. - OBSERVATION LOUNGE

Nevik and Picard are relaxing, looking at the stars and just getting
into a good talk.

          NEVIK
How do you put up with that Doctor clucking all over you?

          PICARD
Dr. Crusher takes her duties seriously.

          NEVIK
I see no reason for this protective attitude. I'm getting old--that's
all. It happens to most.

          PICARD
While you're on this ship the Federation is responsible for your
welfare. That is a responsibility none of us take lightly.

          NEVIK
(smiling)
Your solicitude does you justice. I've been whining like an old man,
which is just what I am. Now. Weren't you going to offer me some of
that delicious vice of yours? Earl Grey tea, wasn't it?

          PICARD
(to food dispenser)
Two teas, Earl Grey, black.
(carries the tea to where the two are sitting)

CUT TO:

INT. - SICKBAY

Nahj is sitting on a biobed, dangling his legs over the edge, impatient
to leave.  Beverly is finishing a scan, checking her readings. She
looks up.

          BEVERLY
That's all, Nahj.

          NAHJ
(indifferent, a little bored)
I can go now?

TROI enters sick bay. Beverly nods dismissal at Nahj and he leaves.

          TROI
You are concerned.

          BEVERLY
(beings pacing)
I've checked all the information Starfleet has on Navaron
physiology--it isn't much. Nothing on this brainstorm phenomenon Nevik
insists is part of their normal aging process.Take a look at this.

Beverly keys in wall computer and display shows a larger than life-size
brain graphic with its electrical activity. A large fissure cuts
through left and right brain, slightly askew of center and jagged, like
a lightning bolt. The electrical activity is extremely high--a
bombardment that does not let up.)


          BEVERLY
This is Magister Nevik's brain activity. This fissure between left and
right brain is widening. That, together with the extremely high
electrical activity, may be causing his brain storms. I don't know for
sure, but I do know this: If that fissure widens two millimeters more,
he will die.

          TROI
And Nahj?

          BEVERLY
His brain activity is within normal parameters except for the high
electrical rate. His synapses fire at a rate most humanoids achieve
only under artificial stimulation. I can't determine if there is a
connection between the brain fissure and the unusual axon-synapse
rate--but I suspect there is more to this brainstorm phenomena than
aging.

CUT TO:

INT. - OBSERVATION LOUNGE

Picard and Nevik are still talking.

          PICARD
Have your views about joining the Federation changed any since the last
time we met?

          NEVIK
Fifteen years by your reckoning.
(half sighs, half harrumphs)
No. You know the problem.

          PICARD
The Prime Directive.

          NEVIK
We would not be on this mission, or any of our missions, if we followed
the  prime directive.  I'm surprised the Federation agreed to transport
us, considering our objective.

          PICARD
It is unusual, but not without precedent.

          NEVIK
Renar, now that's a lovely planet.
(shrewdly)
It doesn't still rankle, does it?

          PICARD
Rankle? No. But it does puzzle me how you do it.  No twist, no
distortion in the Renar culture suggests an intervention took place.
Yet you most assuredly saved them from nuclear destruction.

          NEVIK
They live and prosper...a most pleasing outcome.

          PICARD
You take every factor into consideration in your interventions in a way
we never could. The results are astounding. The Federation could learn
a lot from you.

          NEVIK
(shakes his head slowly)
The prime directive is a good rule, such wisdom in races so young gives
me much hope. The Federation should stick to it....But for us
Navarons--it will never do. Our whole purpose, to aid younger cultures
with their growing pains...  (puts cup down) but you've heard all this
before.

CUT TO:

INT. - TEN FORWARD

DATA enters. Ten Forward is moderately busy. GUINAN is behind the bar,
fiddling with an authentic antique keg.

          GUINAN
Data..,
(gestures for him to join her)
You're just what I need--a little dutch boy.

          DATA
Little dutch boy?

          GUINAN

(attempting to tighten spigot screws, readjust the spigot, but not
having any success)
This keg has been nothing but trouble since I picked it up at Starbase
164. First the barrel leaked, now the spigot.  Makes you wonder if
craftsmanship is dead.

          DATA
Little dutch boy?

          GUINAN
Here. Stick your finger in the spigot. That'll hold it. I need a radial
spanner from engineering to fix this. I won't be long.

Data puts his finger in the spigot and stops the drip. He watches Guinan start
to leave.

          DATA
Could not the replicator...?

But Guinan is already gone.

PAN TO:

Nahj, Wesley and two young female ensigns are sitting at a table, very
chummy and happy. A glowing sphere is in Nahj's open palm. He's just
explained how to use the mechanism to contact anyone in the galaxy by
enhancing and amplifying thought patterns through subspace. The
starfleet officers are half-impressed, half dubious.

          NAHJ
(hands the sphere to one of the women)
Here. You try it.

          FIRST ENSIGN
(laughs a little nervously)
Who shall I contact?

          WESLEY
Anyone. Your mother, father, sister, friend.

          SECOND ENSIGN
How about that cute engineer on Starbase 164?

          FIRST ENSIGN
Okay. My mother.
(she closes her eyes, holding the sphere in her fist. It changes color
as she concentrates. After a few moments she opens her eyes.)
My mother said to be sure and wear a raincoat on Denebi IV. (beat) It
rains a lot there.

The whole group breaks into laughter.

          NAHJ
Your mother will remember the experience as a pleasant fantasy, or a
dream if she was asleep. But between people who understand the process,
the Lirda opens up instantaneous communication across infinite
distances. (beat) Nevik has a greater one--he can contact all the
Navarons at once with it.

          FIRST ENSIGN
(now totally sold on communication device)
Starfleet could use technology like that. It would open up tremendous
possibilities...

          NAHJ
This is nothing. A toy. We have tools that go far beyond this. Nevik
has a sensory amplification device, the Pharangar, that opens up every
mode of perception--to infinity. When he wears it, he can learn
anything he wants. He can know anything in the universe--for him there
are no secrets.  And when I pass phahr-quar I shall inherit that
helmet.

The three starfleet officers are totally enthralled by what Nahj is
telling them. They can imagine themselves having such powerful
knowledge.

          NAHJ
(continuing)
But I'd gladly give it up to hang around with people like you.

That breaks the spell. They all laugh and the tension that had built up
with the demonstration of the sphere is dispelled.

(to Wesley, serious and earnest, a little conspiratorial)
Come with me and I'll show you that trick I mentioned earlier.

The two young men rise and nod good-bye to ensigns one and two. As they
pass the bar, Wesley notices Data has his finger in the spigot of the
keg.

          WESLEY
Plugging the dike?

Data thinks a moment and nods.

CUT TO:

INT. - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

Picard is sitting at his desk, accessing computer terminal.

          PICARD
Computer, show me all data entries on Navaron activities in the last
fifteen years.

The computer screen shows listing of half dozen entries. Two refer to
Magister Nevik.

          PICARD
Tell me full entries 2.7 and 2.8

          COMPUTER
Navaron history entry 2.7. Stardate 34824.7. While on a mission to
Romulan planet Alpha Tao III, Genderia, apprentice to Magister Nevik,
contracted a virulent form of the Navos plague and died. She was
twenty-nine at the time and preparing for full Magister rank. This
calamity necessitated the need for another Magister apprentice.

Navaron history entry 2.8. Stardate 34924.1 Nahj Caputon of the
Regendra cluster-family was invested as Magister apprentice at the age
of seven. His registered sensory, communication, and intelligence
quotient is in the top ninety-nine percentile of Navaron children
tested. He is the only one to attain the sensory-communication index of
1.99.

There is a chime.

          PICARD
Enter.

Troi walks in and stands at Picard's desk, a questioning look on her face.

          PICARD
I'd like your impressions of Magister Nevik and his apprentice.

          TROI
Nahj is very intelligent and his training has made the most of his
abilities. He is lonely and eager for approval. He swings between
arrogant self-confidence and insecurity.

          PICARD
And Nevik?

          TROI
Nevik is harder to read. His mind control is extraordinary.I sense from
him great wisdom, gentleness, compassion. But there is something more
underneath that. Something worries him.

          PICARD
His mission to Gama III?

          TROI
No. He is worried about something more personal. Something about
himself. I don't know how to put it into words--it's more than a
worry--it's anxiety, fear--I don't have words for it.

          PICARD
Dr. Crusher told me of her preliminary findings. He could be concerned
about his precarious health.

Troi suddenly experiences tremendous pain. Picard stands and moves
toward her as he reacts to the pain on her face.

          PICARD
What is it?

          TROI
(struggling for words)
I...don't know.  I feel a great internal struggle--much pain, anxiety.

          PICARD
Where? Who?

          TROI
I don't know. Its power is greater than anyone on the ship could be
generating.

CUT TO:

INT. - PASSENGER QUARTERS

Nevik is alone in his quarters. The room is dim and a candle burns in a
ritual holder on the table. The Magister is wearing a translucent
helmet which covers his head and face--the Pharangar. His hands are
tense and white-knuckled.

CUT TO:

EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)

We see what Nevik is experiencing--an energy field in space, a radiant,
thin fog with random flashes. (As the story progresses the fog becomes
thicker and the flashes more frequent.)

                                   FADE OUT

END OF ACT ONE
STAR TREK: "Inheritance" - ACT ONE