Copyright Scott Hume 1992 In Counselor Troi's cabin, we see her sleeping as the camera dol

Copyright Scott Hume 1992 In Counselor Troi's cabin, we see her sleeping as the camera dollies around her bed. We shift our point of view to the Bridge where Data and a small complement of Bridge crew work. Suddenly a 'shudder' happens, causing the sensors to start 'going off.' We cut to Troi's cabin, and she wakes with a start bolt up-right in bed. On the Bridge, Data orders... DATA: Mr. Tomkins, please deactivate alarm audio. Lt. Selagua, what is the cause of the sensor alarm. SELAGUA: Whatever 'hit' the ship, Mr. Data, registers as a seismic shock wave affecting the 'fabric' of space. Doors to the Turbolift open and Picard in his sleeping attire emerges. PICARD: Report, Mr. Data. DATA: A shock wave of undetermined origin registering 7.1 on the Richter Scale came in contact with the ship, Captain. PICARD: Lt., ask Sick Bay for casualty reports- Turbolift doors open and Troi enters the Bridge wearing a long robe. PICARD: Counselor - I appreciate your concern for the situation, but your presence is not needed...as of yet. TROI: There is an intruder aboard the Enterprise, Captain, and what we experienced is the physical shock of his arrival. I sense we could be in grave danger! Music rises to climax, fade to black, and begin opening credits. After we come back from commercials... We see a man looking confused who stumbles along a corridor. Two security guards see him, pull weapons, and command: "Stay where you are...hands at your sides." "I won't put up any fight." We cut to a view of the man behind the electronic field door of the Brig. Picard, Riker, Troi and Crusher are outside the door looking in. PICARD: Well, Counselor, it appears we have your intruder. TROI: I know this sounds strange, but I feel that he is not a threat. RIKER: You're right...that does sound strange. PICARD: Go on- TROI: I sense that the man feels a sense of helplessness and panic. This is defintely not a situation that he is under control of. Oddly enough, it is an experience he has had before. RIKER: Who ARE you?! MAN: I'm Dr. Stephen A. Becherell. I'm time-sensitive. What time is this? PICARD: We're time-sensitive, too...it's 0-330. STEPHEN: I MEANT, what YEAR is it? PICARD: (gives date in which Star Trek-TNG is taking place) STEPHEN: That's a little farther than usual. I wish I knew where he was... I just can't seem to focus. We cut to Dr. Crusher's Office in Sick Bay. CRUSHER: I wondered what he meant when he said that he was time-sensitive, so I checked it with the computer. Jean-Luc, listen to this: computer: replay medical prognosis of "Time-Sensitivity," and cross-relate entry of "Time-Sync Device." COMPUTER: Time Sensivity...a physiogenic abnormality in the brain cortex in an extremely small portion of humans which was discovered during the later half of the Twentieth Century by the Royal British Conservatory of Medicine. The condition exists as a dual organic dysfunction in which the areas of the brain which control psychic ability hyperfunction and are linked to emotional perception centers. In the presence of fear, stress or violent emotional states, victims will often physically transport themselves for a short period of time to different time and space coordinates. Nearly all victions return to original time and space coordinates after the emotional state is subsided, unless the subsequent disorientation is too violent. Early victims responded to enzamatic treatments mixing L-Dopamine and L-Lysene with small concentrations of L-Trophotamine. Currently, victims are provided with a Time Sync Device which monitors current emotional state and produces a varied Alpha and Beta Wave Sequence during times of perceptable stress. PICARD: Interesting. So we have a sick man here- CRUSHER: More than that. Computer, who was the inventor of the Time Sync Device. COMPUTER: The Time Sync Device was invented by Dr. Stephen A. Becherell. Crusher and Picard look 'freaked,' as we fade to black with appropriate music and continue to a set of commercials. Fade onto view of Enterprise going through space. Voice over: PICARD (V.O.): Captain's log, stardate 4318.247. The Enterprise has received Dr. Stephen A. Becherell, inventer of the little-known, Timesync (medical) Device. The unit serves to re-orient victims of the Time-Sensivity Disorder to their own time and place or origin. Dr. Crusher has confirmed the diagnosis personally with Dr. Becherell and with Starfleet Medical. We now must find out what to do with this renowned traveller. In Briefing Room: PICARD: Dr. Becherell, I must ask, why you, the inventor of the Timesync Device should find yourself aboard the Enterprise. BECHERELL: Captain, I don't want to bore you with the details- RIKER: Bore us, please. BECHERELL: Very well. You see, I am more than just the inventor of the Time- sync Device, and a sufferer of the affliction. (He gets up and paces.) You see, when the Royal Conservatory found the condition, the scientific commun- ities of most of the major countries went to work to find a cure. CRUSHER: But, there is no cure. BECHERELL: That's right. But, Timesync Device is a way to CONTROL the problem. RIKER: Why don't you wear one? BECHERLL: I do, but it was taken off me just before I experienced the emotional state that brought me here. TROI: It must have been a violent emotion. BECHERELL: Have you ever looked down the barrel of an armed phaser cannon set on "high?" TROI: And that emotion caused you to experience lack of timesync...and come forward in time to the Enterprise? PICARD: What I don't understand, is why you're not going back to your own time. Dr. Crusher tells me, it's like a sling-shot effect once the emotion has subsided. BECHERELL: I have asked Dr. Crusher to inject me with a course of Thrionium- Citrate-77. This is a stimulant which will keep my emotional trigger level high enough so that I can stay here on aboard the Enterprise long enough to as for your help. PICARD: What do you want from us? BECHERELL: I need to go to Earth to pick up another Timesync Device. That's the first thing. They DO have Timesync Devices on Earth, don't they, Dr. Crusher? CRUSHER: According to Starfleet Medical, the schematics are still available, and they can have one ready when we arrive in three days at maximum warp. PICARD: Couldn't we fashion one here, based on the schematics? RIKER: It's not IMPOSSIBLE, is it, Geordi? LAFORGE: Maybe, not. I'll give it a try. PICARD: But, Dr. Becherell, that's all fine and well, but what I want to know, is WHY you want to stay here, and what help you REALLY need. BECHERELL: Once I developed the Timesync Device, we found out that with some minor modifications, it could be used in reverse...'normal' people could use it for time travel...historical research, etc. Once you passed through an extensive security check, you would be issued a Timesync Device for a short period of time. The procedure worked fine, until someone passed through all security checks of credentials, psychological profiles, and interests. Captain, it's that person who I seek to bring back to my time...to bring to justice! PICARD: Who is this person? BECHERELL: Lorieli Llewellyn. Almost immediately after she went on her original mission, we noticed 'things' happening. The first thing that happened was my medical and physics degrees changing. Instead of having graduated from MIT and New York School of Medicine, both degrees changed to read that I graduated from Harvard. Not an inequitable switch, but somewhat disarming at least. Many others of my key staff experienced similar changes. THEY knew what the past SHOULD have been, but EVERYONE else seemed to have quickly FORGOT. TROI: That would seem to be very unsettling. BECHERELL: QUITE unsettling, Counselor. Then, we noticed the structure of certain industries began changing...owners, mission statements, publics served. Why when the Public Broadcasting Service in America began showing "Caligula" every evening - (looks briefly at Picard). PICARD: What is it, Doctor? BECHERELL: Nothing, Captain...as I was saying, by THAT time, we knew something had gone wrong, and I was chosen to go after her. And so Captain, I need to get back on Lorieli's trail...or the stream of time and events as we know it could hang further in the balance between the experience of what we now know, the the oblivion which we could experience. Lorieli Llewylln MUST be stopped before she destroys REALITY! Fade to commercial with ominous horns... PICARD (V.O.): Captain's log, stardate 4318.251. We are approaching Earth to obtain a Timesync Device for Dr. Becherell. Lt. Commander LaForge, however, almost has his version of the device completed...almost. In Engineering: BECHERELL: No, no, no! Geordi-that isn't right. If you have the emiter set that high, you'll put me asleep! TROI: Stephen, I know you're feeling stress, but Geordi LaForge is the best and most innovative chief engineer aboard any Starfleet vessel. Either he will be able to complete the device with components available on the Enterprise, or we will be near Earth within a few hours. BECHERELL: I know, Counselor, but it concerns me that the tolerances be exact. If a transducer is off one-quarter of a level of operational output, I could easily find myself lunching with Ghengis Khan. TROI walks out of Engineering smiling, and BECHERELL smiles as well. We see the Enterprise arriving near Earth. We then cut to the Captain's Ready- Room in which PICARD is sipping tea. A "tweedle-dimp" is heard from the com panel, and the computer says: COMPUTER: Priority transmission from Starfleet Command. PICARD: On desk viewer. We cut to the desk viewer, and see the Starfleet logo replaced by the image of Admiral Robert Adamson. PICARD: Robert...what do I owe the pleasure of this priority transmission? ADAMSON: Jean-Luc, this concerns your passenger, Dr. Stephen Becherell. PICARD: Yes (takes a sip of tea)...what about him? ADAMSON: It seems there's another reason for him to be on Earth besides merely picking up another Timesync Device. We pull back to reveal LORIELI LLEWELLYN holding a phaser on ADAMSON. ADAMSON: Jean-Luc...I can't ask you to beam down, but I seem to be forced into asking for Dr. Becherell to come down personally. This is not a Kobayashi Maru Manuever, Captain. I'll expect Dr. Becherell here in one hour. Starfleet out. Cut to Starfleet Command office of ADAMSON. LLEWELLYN puts phaser down, but still pointed at ADAMSON. LLEWELLYN: Very good, Ad-mir-al. I'm so- glad you decided to co-op-er-ate. I'd hate to go back in time and mess with your life. Although, the idea does seem to EXCITE me. (She laughs, and ADAMSON looks uncomfortable.) We cut to view of the Enterprise briefly, and then to PICARD striding onto the Bridge. PICARD: Red alert. Dr. Becherell to the Bridge. TROI: Captain, I sense wanton deception and guile in this situation, Captain. I urge extreme caution, considering possible ramifications... PICARD: Oh, we will be cautious, Counselor. (To RIKER, and then to rest of the Bridge Crew): It seems that (BECHERELL enters Bridge)...Dr. Becherell's nemeisis has attacked Admiral Adamson at Starfleet Command, and is holding him hostage until we release Dr. Becherell to her. BECHERELL: Captain, surely you won't- PICARD: Don't worry, Doctor. I have no intention of turning you over to this person. She is an obvious terrorist. RIKER: Couldn't Dr. Becherell be seen on the Bridge during any visual communication, Captain? That would allow him to be beamed down. We see BECHERELL looking uncomfortable. PICARD: (to com panel on chair) Mr. O'Brian- O'BRIAN: O'Brian here, Captain. We cut to a transporter room. PICARD (V.O.): Lock onto our visitor, Dr. Becherell. If anyone else tries to beam him off the Bridge without MY approval, intercept that attempt. O'BRIAN: Aye, Captain. We cut back to the Bridge. PICARD: Open hailing frequencies to Admiral Adamson at Starfleet Command. We see ADAMSON and LLEWELLYN on screen. LLEWELLYN looks shocked. PICARD: Admiral - we will comply with your request, but only to a point. (PICARD gets out of chair, and starts walking.) I and a contingency of my senior staff and several security officers will beam down. However, Dr. Becherell will stay on board the Enterprise. LLEWELLYN: No! Get him here now! ADAMSON: Jean-Luc...I'm sorry. (Off-to-side) Energize. BECHERELL: No! BECHERELL starts to dematerialize from the Bridge, but the 'effect' takes longer than usual. LLEWELLYN looks uncomfortable. LLEWELLYN: Well- where IS he?! PICARD: Safe...in another area of my ship. Raise shields. We'll see you in one hour. Picard out. LLEWELLYN looks greatly angered and 'huffs.' We fade to commercial with 'triumphant' horns. The Enterprise orbits the Earth, as Picard says: PICARD: Ship's log, stardate 4318.372. The situation regarding our passenger, Dr. Stephen Becherell, has grown worse. The person whom Becherell has sought through time and space has taken captive Admiral Robert Adamson at Starfleet Command Headquarters. We are in serious need of options. In Briefing Room: GEORDI: I've completed the Timesync Device for Dr. Becherell. PICARD: Fine. GEORDI: And-it-should-work-both ways. RIKER: Both ways? GEORDI: Not only will it keep Dr. Becherell here in our time and space, but he will also be able to use it as a self-initiated time/space transport unit... BECHERELL: ...in exactly the same way Lorieli Llewellyn used it under the false pretenses that got her where she is now. WORF: We still have a hostage situation in progress. PICARD: Agreed. Dr. Becherell, would you consent to assisting us in releasing the admiral, and at the same time stopping Llewellyn? BECHERELL: Consent? ...You have my BLESSINGS! Cut to views of Engineering and Bridge...acivity of equipment being put in. PICARD (V.O.): Enterprise log, stardate 4319.62. We now have a plan which will be able to liberate Admiral Adamson as well as allow Dr. Becherell to apprehend Lorieli Llewellyn. The Enterprise will use the Sun's gravety to go back in time to a point in time just before the admiral was taken hostage. PICARD: Mr. Data, begin time travel calculations and feed directly to the ship's navagational computers. Helm control will be at your disposal. Commander Riker, Counselor Troi, Mr. Worf and two security officers will join us at Starfleet Command when we arrive earlier this morning (Picard pauses for a second drinking in the paradox). Dr. Becherell will be joining us. (Into intercom): Dr. Crusher. CRUSHER (V.O.): I'm here, Captain...with Dr. Becherell. PICARD: Good- Cut to Sick Bay. PICARD (V.O.): Dr., is the Timesync Device working. CRUSHER and BECHERELL (in union): Yes, Captain. (both look sheepish) Cut to PICARD on Bridge who looks slightly amused. Cut back to Sick Bay. CRUSHER: He's on his own chemically, and the Timesync Device appears to be working. PICARD: Try it, Dr. Crusher. CRUSHER: But, Captain- Cut to Bridge. PICARD: An admiral's life is at stake. Test the device, Doctor. DATA: If I might suggest, Captain, a test can be constructed which will evoke sudden fear in the mind of Dr. Becherell. PICARD: Dr. Crusher, could you please ask Dr. Becherell to wait outside of Sick Bay for a moment? CRUSHER: Certainly, Captain. We cut to Sick Bay to see Dr. Becherell exit Sick Bay. CRUSHER: He's out, Captain. We cut back to Bridge. PICARD: Now, Mr. Data, how could we create a condition of fear that would provide a suitable test. DATA: By taking the turbolift system off-line and then accellerating the specific car that Dr. Becherell gets into towards the speed of free-fall, then suffient fear, if not momentary terror, could easily be created. PICARD: How safe would a free-fall be for a human? GEORDI: Speed would not necessarily be the issue. We could turn the lights to an almost imperceptable level. The speed would then be minimal in relation to the feelings experienced. TROI: Captain, this is a human being...a visitor to the Enterprise at that! We should NOT be doing this! PICARD: Do you see any other alternative? (He looks around Bridge.) I see no other alternatives. Mr. Data, when you complete your time travel calculations- DATA: They are completed, Captain. PICARD: ...if you would assist Lt. LaForge in isolating the proper car, and operating it under the desired conditions. I want the car to begin its acceleration the moment the doors close. Dr. Crusher, have you been listening? CRUSHER: Unfortunately, Captain. I, too share Counselor Troi's concerns. Cut to Sick Bay. PICARD (V.O.): So noted, Doctor. Please track Dr. Becherell with your long- range medical scanners, Doctor to ascertain if any physical or mental harm is incurred. Cut to Bridge. DATA: We are ready, Captain. PICARD: Dr. Crusher, send Becherell to the Bridge. Cut to Sick Bay. CRUSHER: They want you on the Bridge for a test of the Timesync Device. BECHERELL: Very well... BECHERELL exits, and we cut to Bridge. PICARD: You ARE SURE that this is SAFE, Mr. LaForge. LAFORGE: Auto-safety controls lock on if manual control exceeds turbolift tolerances, Captain. PICARD: Looks like it's going to be a bumpy ride. (Sits in chair). Make it so, gentlemen. Cut to BECHERELL getting into turbolift. Doors slam shut. Lights dim. Car jerks and accelerates, throwing BECHERELL to the floor. Cut to Bridge. GEORDI: It's a nasty ride, Captain. CRUSHER (V.O.): Bio-scanners still show Becherell's life-signs. Pulse rate is increased. Breathing is uneven. I'm also picking up an 70% increae in Alpha brainwaves, Captain. Cut momentarily to inside of turbolift car as it changes directions. Cut to Sick Bay with CRUSHER looking over a wall read-out. CRUSHER: Pulse is increased to 190 over 75. Breating still uneven. Alpha brainwaves are off-the-scale. Cut to extreme close-up of BECHERELL sweating in fear. Cut to Bridge. PICARD: Doctor Crusher, is he still in the car? CRUSHER (V.O.): Yes, Captain. PICARD: End the test. Normalize turbolift system. Dr. Crusher to the Bridge. Turbolift doors open, BECHERELL falls out. Fade to black with ominous music. Cut in Star Trek animated logo and spirited music. Commericals. BECHERERLL gets up from floor of Bridge panting: BECHERELL: It looks like it works, Captain. PICARD turns; everygbody gets busy. PICARD: Mr. Data, you will control helm based on your time travel calculations. Stand ready to engage. Dr. Becherell, set your Timesync Device so that you arrive at 7:55 am, Pacific Zone Earth Time at the main lobby of Starfleet. Mr. Data, you will make sure the Enterprise arrives a few minutes ahead of Dr. Becherell, who we will meet a few minutes after he arrives. Understood, gentlemen? DATA: Understood, Sir. The Enterprise will arrive unobtrusively over the southern hemisphere at 7:50 am, Pacific Zone Earth Time. Orbit will then commence at the outer limits of transporter range, Captain. PICARD: Excellent, Mr. Data. Dr. Becherell...do you know what to do. BECHERELL: I've seen the schematics of the building comples at Starfleet, and I should have no problem finding Admiral Adamson's office. PICARD: Good. Mr. Data...engage ship for time travel. We see the Enterprise go past the outer planets of the Solar System, turn around, and begin accelerating towards the sun. Cut back to Bridge. DATA: Captain, we are beginning breaking control maneuvers. Thrusters on line. (to intercom) All hands, secure for potentially violent control manueuvers. We now see the Enterprise turning around the Sun, and "zooming off." PICARD: Position, Mr. Data. DATA: Cronometer reads 6:30 am...6:37 am...6:55 am...7:02am- PICARD: Mr. Data-merely stabalize into orbit approximately 7:45 am. DATA: Yes, Sir. Arrival at 7:42 am, Sir. Orbit established. We see the Enterprise fade into orbit around the Earth with a warp-like effect. On the Bridge: PICARD: Dr. Becherell, would you- BECHERELL vanishes. RIKER: It would appear the Doctor wanted to make a hasty exit. PICARD: Indeed, Number One. (getting up to leave) And, if you, Mr. Worf, Counselor Troi, and two security guards will join me in Transporter Room Three, we will do likewise. Cut to early morning at Starfleet Command. PICARD, RIKER, WORF, TROI and two red-shirts materialize. PICARD: Let's go in. They enter a spacious lobby, resplendent with various miniature planets, etc. The only only noise heard besides their steps echoing on the floor, a fountain is heard. The lights dim momentarily and a slight breeze blows. BECHERELL falls/fades onto the carpet. His device says: "Timesync established.) DATA: Dr. Becherell...you are on schedule. PICARD: Shall we? (They move forward.) They pass through several corridors and doors. RIKER: Sure is deserted at this hour. TROI: There are a few life-forms here already. PICARD: Most of the executive staff don't arrive till mid morning. Only a few clerical personell are here in right now (they arrive at Admiral Adamson's door, and hear voices...), except for Admiral Adamson and an uninvited 'guest.' BECHERELL: Captain, a diversion might be in order. PICARD: Agreed. Set your device to put you in there a few seconds from now. Phasers on 'stun.' Dr.- BECHERELL sets the controls of his device. A 'voice' in the device goes: DEVICE: Timesync...timesync...time- (BECHERELL vanishes). All burst in as LLEWELLYN points her phaser on BECHERELL as he appears. WORF: Put the weapon down! LLEWELLYN points the phaser at Worf. BECHERELL runs up to LLEWELLYN, grabs what looks like a 'wrist watch' from her wrist, and she screams: LLEWELLYN: Noooooo! (She vanishes.) Cut back to the Enterprise circling the Earth. PICARD (V.O.): Captain's log, 4321.181. Lorieli Llewellyn, the time-traveling terrorist who attacked and held hostage, Admiral Adamson of Starfleet, has been stopped, and sent to...time and space unknown. Cut to the Bridge. BECHERELL: Thank you, Captain, for all the help that you have given me. PICARD: Where exactly will this Lorieli Llewellyn end up? BECHERELL: No way of knowing, but at least now we can begin undoing the damages to time that she has done. Goodbye. BECHERELL sets his device, and vanishes as the lights dim momentarily. TROI: I wonder where she will go. WORF: Whereever, or whenever it will be, I hope it will be a fitting punishment. Cut to an interior scene in the stadium (Roman Empire). Two men pass a cage in which Llewellyn is in with other people. MAN #1: I hope the lions will be mercifully quick in their destruction. Oh, Centurian, where ARE those Christians being held. MAN #2: Directly behind you, Magistrate. Directly behind you. Close-up through the bars of LLEWELLYN who screams. Fade to black. Comercials. Ending. "Timesync," a Star Trek - The Next Generation proposed story, by Scott Hume. Copyright, 1992. No conection with Paramount Pictures or Gulf Western Industries is implied. Story is meant as proposed submission, and may only be used as such, so as not to infringe on rights of author.