Note:  
I have updated the email address and website for John Pietrzak
in this Star Trek Next Generation / Babylon 5 parody.
If you have a copy of the alternate version that features Q 
swimming through space, please contact me.  John Pietrzak has 
lost all copies of that version.
Rex Tincher  24 September 2000


parody4

From: john@pietrzak.org (John P Pietrzak)

After months of preparation, I'm happy to announce that version 2.1 of
a B5 parody I wrote a while back is now ready for public consumption.
Many thanks go to Patricia Swan, whose expertise and unflagging effort
have made this version possible.  (She completely reformatted the whole
text and added necessary material to make it comply with actual TV
script format.)

Again, so far as I know, parodies are allowed on r.a.s.t.B5; please
send nastygrams to john@pietrzak.org, if I'm wrong about this (or if
you wish me to discontinue the practice in any case).  At any rate, the
following spoof shouldn't have any real story ideas within it.  I hope
you enjoy it.

John

----
                IT CAME FROM THE BLACK SPACE LAGOON

                                (TNG vs. B5)

                                (Version 2.1)

                                (By John Pietrzak
                                 john@pietrzak.org
                                 http://www.pietrzak.org/)

Version 1.1 fixed many spelling and grammar errors, and added 
a fourth act to the parody. ( First uploaded to Net: 6/26/95)

Version 2.1 has been revised and formatted as a one-hour 
dramatic television script by Patricia A. Swan (zafaran@aol.com,
76571.2671@compuserve.com)


                                DISCLAIMER

This parody involves a crossover between Star Trek, the Next 
Generation somewhere around season six or seven, and Babylon 5 
near the end of season 2; be warned that many SPOILERS may (and 
do) reside in it for either show.  This text may violate the 
story idea rule; read at our own risk, post only if allowed to 
do so.  If you do actually attempt to read this whole thing, let 
me note that it takes a little time to get to the humorous bits; 
the first few scenes are relatively serious.  Let me also mention 
from the start that I have a slight bias towards Babylon 5; 
however, I've included most of my favorite pet peeves from that 
show, so there should be something for everyone. But in particular, 
the dialogue for the B5 characters will sound somewhat more 
authentic.  All right, for those few people who have actually 
read this far down in the disclaimer, let me say that you are 
given the right to do anything you want with this document:  copy 
it, post it, say that you wrote it, sell it for profit, fold, 
spindle, mutilate, etc.

Enjoy.

                                                John Pietrzak (9/5/95)


                                FORMATTER'S NOTES

If you wish to print this out with the page breaks in the proper 
positions you have a couple of choices.  Either delete all the page 
breaks I inserted in the file and print it with a page length of 54 
lines, replace each one with a ^L or whatever the manual page break 
is for your text processor, or just ignore the fact that they're 
there at the bottom of the page and print with a page length of 55 
lines.  This formatting assumes that you are using a true 10 cpi font 
on a dot-matrix or daisy wheel printer, or 11 point Courier in either 
True Type or ATM Type 1 fonts, but please be sure to double check 
that this holds true for your system and proof your page breaks before 
you commit this to the printer because the printout runs about 40 pages.

                                                Patricia A. Swan (9/4/95)
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                                TEASER




FADE IN:

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

                                PICARD (v. o.)
                Captain's Log, stardate #####.#.  
                In the course of a routine 
                sector mapping expedition, we 
                detected what appeared to be a 
                severe subspace anomaly.  As if 
                the very fabric of space itself 
                were ripped apart.  We have
                entered the region where it 
                occured, in hope of determining 
                what caused the anomaly.

INT.  MAIN BRIDGE  

We are on the main bridge of the Enterprise.  PICARD, 
RIKER, DATA, and WORF are at their normal stations.

                                PICARD
                        (beat)
                Data, any signs of what might 
                have caused the anomaly?

                                DATA
                None so far, sir.

The SOUND OF ALARMS suddenly ring out on the bridge.  
All eyes look towards the MAIN VIEWER, where a 
curious spinning blue vortex has appeared.

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

The Enterprise stares down the throat of the vortex, 
as a huge something-or-other appears out of it.  Is 
it a ship?  Is it a being?  Hard to tell.

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

                                PICARD
                Hail them, Mr. Worf.

                                WORF
                No answer to our hails, sir.

                                                        CONTINUED:

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CONTINUED:

                                DATA
                They are on a collision course.

                                RIKER
                Shields up!

                                WORF
                Shields are not responding!

                                PICARD
                        (hitting comm badge)
                Geordi, what's happening?

                                LA FORGE (V.O.)
                I'm not sure sir, we've got some 
                sort of power drain down here.

                                DATA
                Confirmed.  By my readings, 
                we've lost warp power, and we're 
                down to 40.9325% of impulse 
                power.

                                PICARD
                Can we maneuver out of the way?

                                DATA
                Not quickly enough, sir...

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

The being towers over the ship.  At the very last 
moment, it turns to enter a curious spinning yellow 
vortex, barely clearing the ship's hull in the 
process.  The Enterprise also slides into the vortex, 
and all three disappear, leaving an empty region of 
space.





                                END TEASER









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                                ACT ONE




FADE IN:

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

WE SEE the Enterprise sitting in a region of swirling 
red and black clouds.

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

Picard, Worf, Data, and Riker are at their regular 
stations.

                                PICARD
                Status?

                                WORF
                Warp power is off-line.  Shields 
                are down, impulse power at 10 
                percent...

                                DATA
                Approximately 10.5763 percent.

                                WORF
                        (frowning at Data)
                And, we are running on emergency 
                life support.

                                PICARD
                Data, what just happened?

                                DATA
                It would appear that we have 
                passed through some sort of 
                interspacial gateway, into 
                another region of subspace.  
                Sensors indicate space here 
                holds a non-Euclidean geometry.

                                PICARD
                What exactly does that mean?

                                DATA
                Space is really, really, weird 
                here, sir.

                                PICARD
                Ah, thank you, Mr. Data.
                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

                                LA FORGE (V. O.)
                We've got a problem, Captain.

                                RIKER
                        (under his breath)
                Always a master of 
                understatement...

                                PICARD
                        (hitting comm badge)
                Go ahead, Mr. La Forge.

                                LA FORGE (V. O.)
                Sir, we don't have enough power 
                left to reconstitute our 
                dilithium crystals; in fact, 
                unless we can find some external 
                power source, we'll lose 
                antimatter containment in about 
                6 hours.

                                DATA
                Approximately 6.298534 hours.

                                PICARD
                Do what you can, Geordi.

                                WORF
                I'm detecting some sort of 
                beacon, sir.

                                DATA
                Confirmed.  It may serve as a 
                marker for an exit from this 
                region.

                                PICARD
                Can we reach it?

                                DATA
                Given current power levels, we 
                could reach it in 15.64338 
                minutes.

                                PICARD
                Set a course for it, maximum 
                speed.  Engage.

EXT. BABYLON 5 (CGI)

Establishing shot of the station.
                                                        CUT TO:
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INT.COMMAND AND CONTROL

Command & Control on board Babylon 5.  IVANOVA is 
present, as are a GROUP OF PEOPLE working in the six-
foot-deep pit in the center of the room.  

(You sort of have to wonder how much Earth Dome 
shells out for the neck and back strain problems 
of these people, with the way they have to crane 
their necks to see anything.)

The Jumpgate activates.

                                IVANOVA
                What the hell?  Nothing's 
                scheduled through the gate at 
                this time.

                                ORIGINAL TECH #1
                        (Marianne Robertson)
                Commander Ivanova, it's big!

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

Enterprise passes through the jumpgate with the usual 
SOUND OF THUNDEROUS BOOMING and SPECIAL EFFECTS.

INT. COMMAND AND CONTROL

Ivanova taps her link.

                                IVANOVA
                Ivanova to Captain Sheridan.

After a slight pause

                                SHERIDAN (V. O.)
                Sheridan here.

                                IVANOVA
                Captain, you'd better come up 
                here.  We've got an unscheduled 
                ship through the gate, and it 
                has a configuration I've never 
                seen before.  
                        (beat)
                It also looks a lot more solid 
                than anything I've ever seen 
                before.  It's as if it weren't 
                computer generated...

                                                        CONTINUED:


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PAGE BREAK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
INT. MAIN BRIDGE

                                PICARD
                Have we returned to our own 
                universe?

                                DATA
                Unlikely, sir.  I am unable to 
                detect any Starfleet subspace 
                relays.  However, I do detect a 
                large artificial construction 
                nearby.

                                PICARD
                On screen.

A view of the Babylon 5 station appears on the main 
view screen.

                                DATA
                I detect 251,948.3952 life forms 
                on board.  The station is 
                8.43829 kilometers in length.  
                It performs one rotation every 
                53.2958 seconds.  At present 
                speed, we will reach the station 
                in 4.93285 minutes.

                                PICARD
                Data, you aren't just making up 
                these numbers off the top of 
                your head, are you?

                                DATA
                No sir, I employ a highly 
                intricate heuristic pseudo-
                random number generator 
                to make them up.

                                PICARD
                Oh, well, all right then.  What 
                kind of technology do they have?

                                DATA
                They appear to have a level of 
                technology which is significantly
                inferior to our own.  However, 
                they are generating a sufficient 
                amount of energy to solve our 
                immediate problem.

                                                        CONTINUED:


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PAGE BREAK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONTINUED:

                                PICARD
                All right, then; we shall ask 
                these beings to provide us with 
                the energy we need.  Remember 
                the Prime Directive: If at all 
                possible, do not allow any of 
                the natives to learn of our 
                superior technology.  But of 
                course discover and record as 
                much of their technology as you 
                can.

Sly grins appear on the faces of the bridge crew.

INT. COMMAND AND CONTROL

SHERIDAN has arrived, and Ivanova is describing the 
situation to him.

                                SHERIDAN
                What the hell?

                                IVANOVA
                Yes, it seems to be true; they 
                are from a different universe.  
                They appear to be mostly human, 
                but you can tell from one look 
                at that ship that they have 
                technology well beyond our own.

                                SHERIDAN
                And they need _our_ help?

                                IVANOVA
                They say their ship is crippled.  
                But there's no way to tell from 
                out here; it doesn't bear a 
                scratch.  They probably can't 
                afford the special effects costs 
                to give it dents and pock marks.

                                SHERIDAN
                All right, this -is- neutral 
                territory.  So long as they come 
                in peace, we have to accept 
                them.  Have Garibaldi take a 
                transport over to ferry their 
                "away team" into the station.  
                In the meantime, I'll prepare 
                                (more)

                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

                                SHERIDAN (cont.)
                one of my welcoming speeches 
                lifted directly from ones other 
                people spoke hundreds of years 
                ago.

INT. ENTERPRISE SHUTTLE BAY (CGI)

A B5 transport sits wedged inside of it.  The shuttle 
bay doors slide open.

INT. COCKPIT, B5 TRANSPORT

GARIBALDI, Picard, and Data are seated in the 
cockpit.

                                GARIBALDI
                What the hell?

                                DATA
                        (to Garibaldi)
                I am intrigued, sir; that phrase 
                has appeared many times now in 
                the transmissions sent between 
                your staff and ours.  It would 
                appear that you use a great deal 
                of "colorful metaphors" in your 
                speech.

                                GARIBALDI
                It's just that, you've opened 
                the shuttle bay doors, but I'm 
                still reading an atmosphere 
                outside of this transport.

                                PICARD
                It's simply being held in place 
                by a force fi-
                                (more)

Data shakes his head.

                                PICARD (cont.)
                Oh.  Well, that is, there's a 
                barrier of transparent alu-
                                (more)

Data shakes his head.

                                                        CONTINUED:


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CONTINUED:

                                PICARD (cont.)
                None of that either, eh?  Let's 
                see, a hologram?
                                (more)

Data nods his head.

                                PICARD (cont.)
                That's it, it's a hologram of 
                what is outside the shuttle bay 
                doors.  They are actually still 
                closed.

                                GARIBALDI
                Yeah.  -Right-.

                                PICARD
                        (quietly, to comm badge)
                Shut off the force field!

EXT. ENTERPRISE(CGI)

Shot of the transport leaving shuttle bay.  The 
exhaust from the reaction drive of the transport 
leaves dirty streaks and marks over each part of the 
Enterprise it touches.  (Apparently the special 
effects don't cost as much in this universe.)

INT. CUSTOMS AREA, B5

Sheridan, Ivanova, and the CUSTOMS OFFICER are on 
hand to greet Picard, Worf, Data, CRUSHER, Riker, 
TROI, and an ANONYMOUS STARFLEET ENSIGN.

                                SHERIDAN
                Welcome to Ba-

                                CUSTOMS OFFICER
                I'm detecting a large power 
                source!

                                PICARD
                Worf, I told you, no phasers.

                                WORF
                But Captain...

                                PICARD
                Lieutenant Worf, you will hand 
                me that phaser, now.

                                                                CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

Worf retrieves a dustbust- that is, a phaser from 
under his sash.

                                PICARD
                Anonymous Starfleet Ensign, 
                please put this back on the 
                transport.

                                ANONYMOUS STARFLEET
                                ENSIGN
                Yes, sir.

Picard hands phaser to Anonymous Starfleet Ensign.  
The cameo over, Anonymous Starfleet Ensign is never 
seen in either universe again.

                                SHERIDAN
                As I was saying, wel-

                                CUSTOMS OFFICER
                Reading a smaller power source!

                                CRUSHER
                What, you mean this?  It's just 
                my medical tri...  Uhm, that is, 
                it's my Pocket Simon.  You know, 
                that game with the flashing 
                lights?

                                CUSTOMS OFFICER
                I assume you can't use it as a 
                weapon.

                                CRUSHER
                No, of course not.

                                DATA
                Actually, if you connected the 
                leads of its ODN relays to the 
                EPS conduit in order to create a 
                cascade effect ...
                                (more)

Crusher surreptitiously kicks him in the shins.

                                DATA (cont.)
                the buildup of omicron particles 
                                (more)

Crusher surreptitiously kicks him higher in the leg, 

                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

finally reaching the desired point.  Data switches 
off.

                                CRUSHER
                No, it can't be used as a 
                weapon.

                                SHERIDAN
                Well then, good.  I always try 
                to practice Sheridan's Rule 
                Number 36: If you fight, fight 
                with unarmed opponents.  If you 
                can't, lure them into a 
                minefield.  Anyway, welcome to 
                Babylon 5.

The entire Enterprise group finally makes it through 
customs, dragging Data along with them.

                                IVANOVA
                Is there anything wrong with the 
                pasty-skinned fellow there?

                                PICARD
                Nothing that a thousand-ton 
                press couldn't fix.  He's our 
                android.  We'll switch him back 
                on momentarily.

                                IVANOVA
                Android?  As in, robot?  I never
                thought I'd live to see a robot 
                on Babylon 5, with the way 
                Straczynski talks about them.

                                SHERIDAN
                Well, it's like my great-great-
                great-great grandfather always 
                said, "Life is like a box of 
                chocolates..."

INT. LONG STATION CORRIDOR

Picard, Riker, Worf, Data, Troi, and Crusher are 
walking along one of those amazingly long B5 
hallways.

                                PICARD
                It appears that there are 
                                (more)

                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

                                PICARD (cont.)
                several alien races on board 
                this station, some at a level of 
                technology which rivals our own.

                                RIKER
                Captain, we were there when 
                Sheridan explained that, you 
                don't have to repeat it.

                                PICARD
                Yes, but the audience wasn't 
                there, Commander.

                                RIKER
                        (sheepishly)
                Oh.  Right.

                                PICARD
                As I was saying, many of these 
                races have ambassadors.  We will 
                visit each of these ambassadors 
                first, in hopes of acquiring the 
                power we need without breaking 
                the Prime Directive.
                                (more)

A sly grin appears on the faces of the crew for a 
moment.

                                PICARD (cont.)
                There also appears to be a 
                seedier side to this station.  
                Will, because of your special
                aptitude for seedy situations, 
                you will explore that area.

                                RIKER
                Great!

                                PICARD
                Troi will go with you as 
                chaperon.

                                RIKER
                Awww.

The group continues walking in silence for a moment.

                                                        CONTINUED:


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PAGE BREAK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONTINUED:

                                CRUSHER
                        (looking around)
                This is an amazingly long 
                hallway.

                                TROI
                Are you feeling claustrophobic, 
                Beverly?

Another moment passes.

                                DATA
                I estimate we have traveled 
                118.3452 feet so far.

                                PICARD
                Thank you, Data.

Another moment passes.  The group looks awkwardly at 
each other.

                                WORF
                None of our sets are this big.  
                If I had known how long this 
                scene was going to last, I'd 
                have pushed to get some 
                dialogue.  How far does this go?

The group starts moving more quickly through the 
twisting corridor, but it goes on and on.  Several of 
them start looking for doorways they can open or some 
way to climb over the walls; Picard makes a motion 
facing the camera, passing his hand across his neck 
in a slicing manner.

INT. AMBASSADOR G'KAR'S QUARTERS

G'KAR, NA'TOTH, Pi'card, W'orf, Da'ta, and Cru'sher 
are present.

                                G'KAR
                Let me see.  You're saying that 
                you want me to help you locate a 
                source of power for your ship.
                                (more)

Enterprise people all nod.

                                G'KAR (cont.)
                And yet, you don't want to give 
                                (more)
                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

                                G'KAR (cont.)
                me anything in return?
                                (more)

Enterprise people all nod.

                                G'KAR (cont.)
                But how can this be?  You see, 
                alliances are based upon mutual 
                benefit; if you can do nothing 
                to aid my people, then I can do 
                nothing for yours.

                                PI'CARD
                But it would be against the 
                Prime Directive for us to give 
                your race anything useful...
                                (more)

Sly grins appear on the faces of all the Enterprise 
people.

                                PI'CARD (cont.)
                Is there perhaps something we 
                can do for you personally?  We 
                don't have a great deal of time.

                                DA'TA
                I estimate 3.23498 hours, 
                Cap'tain.

                                PI'CARD
                Thank you, Da'ta.

                                G'KAR
                Perhaps, if you allowed me to 
                negotiate privately with Doc'tor 
                Cru'sher for, say, 
                        (beat)
                an hour or so...

                                PI'CARD
                Certainly not!
                                (more)

Pi'card looks at Cru'sher.  Cru'sher remains silent.

                                PI'CARD (cont.)
                Be'verly?
                                (more)

                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

Cru'sher has a contemplative look on her face.  
Pi'card motions to W'orf and Da'ta, who grab Cru'sher 
by the arms and pull her out of  the room.

                                PI'CARD (cont.)
                It would appear that we can do 
                nothing to persuade you.  Wait, 
                doesn't she have anything to say 
                about this?

Pi'card points to far corner of room.

                                G'KAR
                Oh, you mean Na'Toth?  No, ever 
                since the beginning of this 
                season, she seems to have become 
                a completely different Narn.  
                Weak and frail.  She no longer 
                gets many lines.

                                NA'TOTH
                        (annoyed)
                Hey!

                                G'KAR
                See what I mean?  That's all she 
                gets to say in this entire 
                episode.

                                PI'CARD
                Well, thank you for your time, 
                Ambassador.

Pi'card exits room, disappearing from the view of the camera,
but remains within earshot.

                                PI'CARD (V. O.)
                Be'verly, I can't believe you'd 
                even consider it.

                                CRU'SHER (V. O.)
                It's not like we're married, 
                Je'an-L'uc.

                                PI'CARD (V. O.)
                Oh, that's right, we aren't yet, 
                are we.  All this time travel 
                and dimension hopping gets 
                confusing at times.

                                                        CUT TO:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PAGE BREAK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
INT. ZOCALO

Riker is standing next to the stall with all the 
cheap-o jewelry behind which they always put the 
camera.  The area is thick with HUMANOIDS and noise.  
Troi is nowhere to be seen.

                                RIKER
                        (muttering under his 
                        breath)
                Finally!  I have to get rid of 
                this bright red uniform.  It 
                stands out in all this drab, 
                dark, and dirty scenery...

MORDEN is standing in the shadows near Riker.

                                MORDEN
                What do you want?

                                RIKER
                What?  Who are you?

                                MORDEN
                A friend.  I was informed that 
                you might be in need of help.
                        (beat)
                What do you want?

                                RIKER
                Well, we're attempting to return 
                to our own universe...

Morden appears to meditate for a moment.  Curious 
subtle SOUNDS occur around him.

                                MORDEN
                I believe that my associates and 
                I may be able to help you.  On 
                the condition that you do not 
                reveal our existence to the 
                others here.

                                RIKER
                Of course; it would be against 
                the Prime Directive
                                (more)

A sly grin passes over Riker's face.

                                RIKER (cont)
                to disrupt the local political
                                (more)
                                                        CONTINUED:
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CONTINUED:

                                RIKER (cont.)
                situation, but we would also
                require you to keep anything you
                learn about us secret as well.

                                MORDEN
                Done and done.

As Riker confers with with his comm badge in a NEAR 
INAUDIBLE MUTTER, Troi appears out of the crowd and 
moves in his direction. Then she suddenly notices Morden 
(or, perhaps, something in the general direction of 
Morden), and a look of horror passes over her face; she 
collapses in front of Morden.

                                RIKER
                        (to Morden, after noticing 
                        Troi, and with a surprised 
                        and worried look on his 
                        face)
                What happened?

                                MORDEN
                        (thinking quickly)
                I'm not sure; I've noticed that 
                women tend to throw themselves 
                at my feet.

                                RIKER
                Oh; well, I guess I can 
                understand that.





                                END ACT ONE















~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PAGE BREAK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                                ACT TWO




FADE IN:

INT. AMBASSADOR MOLLARI'S QUARTERS

MOLLARI, COTTO, Picard, Data, Worf, and Crusher are 
present.

                                MOLLARI
                Well, come in, come in!  Vir, 
                get these nice people a drink.

                                PICARD
                We can't stay long, Ambassador.  
                As I stated in my message, we 
                are searching for a source of 
                power for our ship, but we 
                cannot give you any of our 
                technology in return.

                                MOLLARI
                Yes, yes, look; I have no need 
                for your trinkets.  But an 
                empire such as our own requires 
                capital to function, eh?  
                Perhaps there is some small way 
                for you to defray the cost of 
                generating the power you 
                require?

                                PICARD
                        (thinking a moment)
                Perhaps we could repli... uhm, 
                supply you with an amount of 
                gold or diamonds?

                                MOLLARI
                Ah, good!  This is acceptable.  
                Come, let us drink together to 
                celebrate our new friendship.

                                RIKER (V. O.)
                        (via Crusher's comm badge)
                Doctor Crusher, please come down 
                to Medlab 1.

                                CRUSHER
                What's the problem, Commander?

                                                        CONTINUED:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PAGE BREAK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONTINUED:

                                RIKER (V. O.)
                Deanna appears to have fainted 
                upon sight of a man called 
                Morden.

                                MOLLARI
                She is a telepath, yes?  Ah, 
                that Morden.  The telepaths drop 
                like flies around him.  It's 
                really quite amazing he's kept 
                so well hidden, what with the 
                number of them running around on 
                this station.

                                CRUSHER
                        (into comm badge)
                I'll be there right away.

Crusher leaves the room.

                                PICARD
                        (nosing his drink)
                Wait, does this drink contain 
                alcohol?  Perhaps there is 
                something more I could offer 
                you, known as Synthale.  It has 
                all the taste of alcohol, but 
                none of the side effects.

                                MOLLARI
                Wha-at?  You wish for me to 
                drink non-alcoholic beverages?  
                Thief of happiness!  Assassin of 
                joy!

                                PICARD
                But...

                                MOLLARI
                Leave me!  You will get no 
                source of power from me.  Out! 
                Out!

Picard, Worf, and Data are hustled out the door.

INT. MEDLAB 1

Troi is lying on the bed with FRANKLIN passing his 
medical device of the week over her.  Riker is 
looking on.

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                                FRANKLIN
                What the hell?

                                RIKER
                We've already done that joke.

                                FRANKLIN
                        (petulant)
                But I haven't had a chance to 
                say it yet!

                                RIKER
                        (sighs)
                All right.  Anyway, what's 
                wrong, doctor?

                                FRANKLIN
                From these readings, the patient 
                is only partly human...

                                RIKER
                That's because she's half-
                Betazoid.

                                FRANKLIN
                        (worried)
                Well, I have had some limited 
                experience with this sort of 
                genetic hybridization, but it 
                would be helpful if you could 
                have your own doctor on hand.

                                RIKER
                        (nodding)
                I notified her almost fifteen 
                minutes ago, but without the use 
                of the trans... um, with the 
                transportation system you have 
                on this station, it could take a 
                while for her to arrive.

Medlab door opens and a slightly queasy Crusher steps 
in.

                                CRUSHER
                I'm sorry it took so long to get 
                here, I had to take that "core 
                shuttle".  Without our 
                artificial gr... uh, it's been a 
                                (more)

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                                CRUSHER (cont.)
                long time since I've been in 
                such low gravity, and with the 
                way this station constantly 
                spins...

                                RIKER
                Beverly, Deanna is in some sort 
                of coma.

                                FRANKLIN
                With her partially alien 
                physiology, I didn't want to 
                perform any invasive actions 
                without consulting you first.

Crusher surreptitiously passes her tricorder over 
Troi's prone body.

                                CRUSHER
                She appears to be in shock, from 
                some powerful telepathic 
                stimulus.  It would be a good 
                idea to have someone else with 
                Troi's special abilities take a 
                look at her.
                        (beat)
                Doctor, you wouldn't happen to 
                have a voluptuous female 
                telepath on board running around 
                in clothing that requires a 
                shoehorn to get out of?

                                FRANKLIN
                Well, now that you mention it...

                                CRUSHER
                Good, have her take a look, and 
                call me if you have any 
                problems.  I'm going back to the 
                ship, to lie down in some 
                perfect one G gravity without 
                this horrible coriolis effect...

Crusher sways a bit as she makes her way out of the 
room.

INT. AMBASSADOR DELENN'S QUARTERS

DELENN, LENNIER, Picard, Data, and Worf are present.

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                                PICARD
                As a member of a highly advanced 
                race, surely you will be able to 
                give us the help we need.

                                DELENN
                        (with a beatific 
                        expression)
                The concept of self-sacrifice is 
                very important to my people.  It 
                is our duty to do all that we 
                can in service to those in need.

                                PICARD
                Then you will give us access to 
                a Minbari power supply?

                                DELENN
                        (with a pained 
                        expression)
                I cannot.  If I were to reveal 
                the power of our side too early, 
                the great darkness would 
                discover our weakness, and sweep 
                us away before our preparations 
                were complete.

                                PICARD
                Could you at least explain to us 
                this great darkness?  Of course, 
                we can't give you anything you 
                might be able to use against it, 
                that would be against the Prime 
                Directive,
                                (more)

Picard, Data, and Worf grin in a sly manner.

                                PICARD (cont.)
                but it would help explain your 
                race's particular problem.  You 
                see, all aliens in Trek 
                characterize some specific facet 
                of humanity's flaws.  You know, 
                Ferengis are the evils of 
                capitalism, Klingons are the 
                stupidity of warfare, 
                Cardassians are heartless spies, 
                that sort of thing.

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                                DELENN
                        (looking into the 
                        distance)
                Well, billions of years ago, 
                there were...

                                DATA
                Captain, I estimate we have 
                2.52345 hours left.

                                PICARD
                Thank you, Data.  I'm sorry, 
                Ambassador, could you give us a 
                quick synopsis?

                                DELENN
                        (look of concentration)
                Lets see; the shadows are our 
                ancient enemy; humans have a 
                great destiny; and I have 
                genetically modified myself to 
                become part Human, and part 
                Minbari.

                                DATA
                Interesting; so you share my 
                own desire to learn more of 
                humans and human emotions.

                                DELENN
                        (humorous look)
                No, I have far too much emotion 
                already.  In truth, my desires 
                lie closer to those of your 
                Lieutenant Worf; I wish to serve 
                as a bridge between two 
                different cultures.

                                WORF
                        (to Data)
                Hah.  So there.

                                DATA
                But, but, that can't be.  I'm 
                much more important than Worf!

                                PICARD
                        (annoyed)
                Mr. Data, perhaps you should go 
                                (more)

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                                PICARD (cont.)
                help Mr. La Forge on the 
                Enterprise.

Data stalks out of the room, sulking.

                                PICARD (cont.)
                        (under his breath)
                Strange, I could have sworn he 
                doesn't implant that emotion 
                chip until later in this time 
                line.

INT. MEDLAB 1

Troi is lying on a bed.  Franklin, WINTERS, and Riker 
are present.

                                WINTERS
                Given her condition, this will 
                have to be a deep scan.

                                RIKER
                Is there any danger?

                                WINTERS
                There is no physical danger from 
                the procedure, but it may cause 
                her some discomfort.  I'll be 
                touching memories buried deep 
                within her.

Winters removes her gloves, grasps Troi's hand, and 
stares intently into her face.  After the obligatory 
period of ODD SPECIAL EFFECTS, Troi wakes up.

                                TROI
                Oh, it was horrible!

                                WINTERS
                Don't worry, it's all over now.

Troi hugs Winters, sniffling quietly on her shoulder.  
Winters puts her arms around Troi, hugging her in 
return.  This goes on for a few moments.

                                TROI
                Thank you, Talia.

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                                WINTERS
                It's all right, Deanna.  Look, 
                why don't we go to my quarters 
                for a drink.


Troi and Winters leave Medlab, hand in hand.

                                RIKER
                I'm not sure I like the way they 
                were looking at each other.  
                There was something, well,
                        (beat)
                -unnatural- about it.

Franklin has a sly smile on his face as he sizes up 
Riker with his eyes.

                                FRANKLIN
                Unnatural in what way?

Riker beats a hasty retreat from Medlab.

INT. AMBASSADOR KOSH'S QUARTERS

KOSH, Picard, and Worf are present.  Picard and Worf 
are wearing those silly plastic B5 face masks.

                                PICARD
                So, Ambassador, can you help us?

                                KOSH
                 Yes.

                                WORF
                Then you will give us the energy 
                we need?

                                KOSH
                 No.

                                PICARD
                But you just said...

Sheridan walks in, wearing another of those silly 
plastic face masks.

                                SHERIDAN
                You sent for me, Ambassador?  
                                (more)

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                                SHERIDAN (cont.)
                Will this be another lesson in 
                how to fight Shadows?


                                KOSH
                        (indicates Picard and 
                        Worf)
                 Great power 
                is achieved through small 
                actions of kindness.

                                SHERIDAN
                Oh, it was no problem to come 
                see you, I'm off duty right now 
                anyway.

                                KOSH
                        (somewhat annoyed)
                 Quenching the 
                thirst of others can help slake 
                your own desire.

                                SHERIDAN
                        (finally noticing Picard 
                        and Worf)
                Oh, hello there!  Are you two 
                thirsty, then?  Come with me, I 
                know just the place...

The three start leaving the room.

                                KOSH
                        (very annoyed)
                 The 
                Enterprise could help you fight 
                the Shadows, you twit!

                                SHERIDAN
                        (as he goes through door)
                Yes, Ambassador, I'll try and 
                make an enterprise out of 
                fighting Shadows.  Anyway, as I 
                was saying, we've got this great 
                restaurant.  I'm scheduled to 
                meet Ivanova there in a few 
                minutes...

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INT. CORRIDOR

WE SEE Ambassador Kosh frustratedly banging his upper 
sensory device against the wall of his quarters as 
the door closes.

INT. ENTERPRISE CORRIDOR

Riker and Morden are present.  Morden is handing 
Riker a SMALL PLOT DEVICE as they walk.

                                MORDEN
                As I was saying, activate this 
                device once you enter 
                Hyperspace.  We'll find you, 
                Commander.  We'll find you.

                                RIKER
                And then what will you do?

                                MORDEN
                Why, lead you to your final 
                destination, of course.

                                RIKER
                Well, I'd better get you back to 
                the station now.

                                MORDEN
                Fine, now that my associates and 
                I have managed to get on board 
                your ship, there's no need for 
                me personally to remain.
                                (more)

Riker and Morden pass out of the view of the camera.

                                MORDEN (cont.)
                        (V. O.)
                Wait, where is the rest of the 
                hallway?

                                RIKER (V. O.)
                What do you mean?  That's all 
                the stretch of corridor we've 
                ever needed.  Besides, this way 
                we save money for our special 
                effects.





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                                ACT THREE




FADE IN:

INT. FRESH AIR RESTAURANT

Sheridan and Ivanova are seated at a table in the 
"Fresh Air" restaurant with Picard and Worf.

A bottle of Zima is situated prominently in the 
center of the table, but those seated are studiously 
ignoring it, as if in hope that it will disappear.

Worf is guzzling down purple liquid from an extremely
large tumbler.

                                WORF
                        (finishing beverage)
                Ah, a Warrior's Drink!

                                SHERIDAN
                        (wearing his famous grin)
                But, to continue our discussion:  
                with all due respect, Captain, 
                orange juice tastes a lot better 
                than tea, and it's better for 
                you, too.

                                PICARD
                        (wearing his own 
                        particular grin)
                But it's the caffeine in my Tea, 
                Earl Gray, Hot which gives me 
                that extra kick I need to get 
                going.

                                SHERIDAN
                With all due respect, it's the 
                addiction to the caffeine which 
                makes you drink it.

                                PICARD
                Yes, well, I can imagine what 
                drinking down mass quantities of 
                pulp fiber must do to your own 
                digestive system.

Worf begins looking somewhat queasy.

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                                IVANOVA
                With all due respect, sirs, 
                aren't we getting a little off 
                the subject?  You were saying 
                that you need some help with your 
                ship, and you're running out of 
                time?

                                DATA (V. O.)
                        (via Picard's comm badge)
                We have 1.26589 hours left, sir.

                                PICARD
                        (hitting comm badge)
                Thank you, Data.  Yes, we need 
                an external source of power to 
                recrysta... ahem, to fix our 
                engines.  But more importantly, 
                Commander Ivanova, is that an 
                alcoholic beverage you're  
                drinking?

                                IVANOVA
                        (annoyed)
                What about it?  With all due 
                respect, I'm off duty. Besides, 
                I prefer to think of it as 
                potato juice.

Worf is looking very distracted.

                                PICARD
                Perhaps we have something that 
                might be useful to you, known as 
                Synthale.  It's a substance that 
                we replic... uh, that is, we 
                make which tastes like alcohol 
                but without the side effects.

                                IVANOVA
                You mean
                        (beat)
                you actually -drink- Near Beer?!
                That is, with all due respect, 
                sir.  Even Garibaldi prefers 
                water!

Worf quietly mentions something to Sheridan.

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                                SHERIDAN
                        (spoken respectfully)
                With all due respect, there's 
                one back there.

He gestures towards the back of the restaurant.  The 
klingon lurches off in that direction.

                                PICARD
                Oh, is there a restroom back 
                there?  How convenient.  You 
                know, we only have one on the 
                Enterprise, and it's quite a 
                long trek to reach it from 10-
                forward.  And once you arrive, 
                the queue can take forever...

EXT. OUTSIDE THE ZERO-GEE SECTION OF B5 (CGI)

A short while later [Data: approximately 1.143452 
hours later.] [Thank you, Data.] outside of the zero-
g section of Babylon 5, with the Enterprise floating 
nearby, and a long, thin cable running between the 
two.  WE ZOOM IN to the point where the cable nearly 
meets the Enterprise.

Three small figures are floating along side the hull.  
WE CAN JUST BARELY SEE an electrical socket on the 
hull of the ship.  There is also a socket at the end 
of the extension cor-- uhm, that is, cable.

EXT. SECTION OF ENTERPRISE HULL (CGI)

                                DATA
                        (wearing only his normal 
                        uniform)
                0.93952 minutes until 
                containment breach occurs, sir.

                                PICARD
                        (wearing a bulky space 
                        suit)
                Thank you, Data.  So, where can 
                we find a gender changer in 
                under a minute?

                                SHERIDAN
                        (wearing a bulky space 
                        suit)
                It's not our fault that we use a 
                                (more)
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                                SHERIDAN (cont.)
                different cabling standard than 
                you do.

                                DATA
                Sir, I believe I may be able to 
                use my body as a conductor, if I 
                stick my fingers into both 
                sockets.

                                PICARD
                Be careful, Data.

BRIGHT, COLORFUL, NOISY SPECIAL EFFECTS cover Data's 
upper body, eventually causing HIS HEAD TO POP OFF 
and go shooting into space.

                                SHERIDAN
                Is he going to be all right?

                                PICARD
                Oh, yes.  We'll just have to go 
                retrieve his head and tack it 
                back on.  You'd be amazed how 
                many times we've pulled stunts 
                like this before.

                                SHERIDAN
                So anyway, in return for helping 
                you in your hour of need, you're 
                saying you'll promise complete 
                non-interference, leaving us to 
                whatever fate the Great Maker 
                has in store for us?

                                PICARD
                        (with a sly grin)
                That's the beauty of the Prime 
                Directive.

                                SHERIDAN
                I guess that's fair.

The SOUND of a Vorlon in agony is HEARD FAINTLY in 
the distance.





                                END ACT THREE

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                                ACT FOUR




FADE IN:

INT. READY ROOM, ENTERPRISE

Picard, Riker, LA FORGE, Data, Crusher, Troi, and 
Worf are present.  The ship has been repaired, and is 
preparing to leave.

                                PICARD
                Can we trust this "Morden?"

                                RIKER
                I'm not sure we have a choice.

                                LA FORGE
                It could take years for us to 
                find the right exit from 
                "Hyperspace," if it's even 
                possible.  Our sensor logs 
                indicate it's a polydimensional 
                Baruchian sub-space interface 
                with a non-Euclidean 
                structure...

                                PICARD
                        (cutting him off)
                So what you're saying is that 
                there's no way to navigate 
                through it?

                                LA FORGE
                It might be possible, Captain; 
                by phase-inverting the lateral 
                sensor array in coordination 
                with a modulated stream of 
                anomalon particles emitted by 
                the main deflector dish, we 
                could polarize the sub-space 
                interface boundary in order to 
                quantum stabilize it.

                                DATA
                Interesting theory, Geordi; 
                after doing this, one could 
                sequentially rank the stabilized 
                interface nodes through the use 
                of Tinellian identification.

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                                LA FORGE
                Right, Data!  And then, all we 
                need to do is apply an inverted 
                warp field along the polarized 
                boundary to reverse the 
                intrinsic spin of the local 
                anti-neutrinos...

As La Forge continues, Picard leans over to speak 
quietly to Riker, whose eyes seem to have glazed 
over.

                                PICARD
                Well, Number One, it looks like 
                we won't be needing Mr. Morden.

                                RIKER
                        (snapping out of it)
                I suppose not; although I don't 
                know whether yet another deus ex 
                machina solution will draw in as 
                many viewers as Mr. Morden could 
                have.

                                PICARD
                        (to all)
                Dismissed.

Everyone else runs out of the room, as La Forge and 
Data continue to level mesmerizing blasts of 
TECHNOBABBLE at each other.

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

Picard, Riker, Data, Worf, and La Forge are present.  
Picard, Riker, and Worf have glazed looks in their 
eyes.

                                DATA
                but we will have to run a level 
                3 diagnostic on the starboard 
                power coupling before routing 
                the EPS conduit through it.

                                LA FORGE
                I'll have to take the lateral 
                sensor array off line then; but 
                we could compensate using the 
                manual overrides...

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CONTINUED:

                                PICARD
                        (groggily)
                Would you two mind
                        (yawns groggily)
                taking this
                        (bigger yawn)
                discussion down to engineering?

Picard slumps forward in his chair, asleep.

INT. ENGINEERING

La Forge and Data continue their "technical 
discussion."

                                LA FORGE
                so, if I reroute manual sensor 
                control through this panel, I 
                can induce a feedback loop into 
                the tyrolian matrix.

                                DATA
                You will need to interrupt the 
                matrix' ODN pathways...

In the background, AN ENGINEERING ENSIGN slumps 
forward on his console, activating a button.  An 
ALARM GOES OFF, and sprinklers begin showering water 
throughout engineering.

                                PICARD (V. O.)
                        (via intercom)
                Would you two mind taking this 
                discussion off the ship?

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

Picard, Riker, and Worf are present.

                                RIKER
                We'll never make it back to our 
                own universe this way.  Those 
                two will talk us right into 
                oblivion.

                                PICARD
                Perhaps we should call in the 
                help of your Mr. Morden after 
                all.

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                                RIKER
                Right!  Now, where did I put 
                that little device...

                                PICARD
                Don't tell me you've lost it 
                already.

                                RIKER
                Well, if anyone had thought to 
                include some pockets in these 
                uniforms, I wouldn't have this 
                problem.

                                WORF
                We are being hailed, sir.

                                PICARD
                On screen.

                                SHERIDAN
                        (on screen)
                Captain, you'll have to take 
                those two crewmen of yours back 
                on board your ship.  I'm getting 
                reports from the Zocalo that 
                people are actually collapsing 
                just from listening to them 
                talk.

                                PICARD
                        (worried)
                But if you could only give them 
                a few more minutes, they might 
                finally finish their 
                discussion...

                                SHERIDAN
                        (aggravated, on screen)
                Well, that's too bad, you're 
                getting them back anyway.  And 
                if you don't want to listen to 
                them, you know what you can do!

Picard and Riker look at each other.

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

Picard, Riker, Data, and Worf are present.  ON THE 
VIEWSCREEN is a region of swirling red and black 
clouds.
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Data is continuing his discussion with La Forge over 
his comm badge.  Curiously, all of the bridge staff 
other than Data have their fingers stuck in their 
ears and are humming -REALLY- loud.

                                LA FORGE
                        (over comm badge)
                Now, Data!

Data moves his hands over his console.

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

The Enterprise is sitting in a region of swirling 
red and black clouds.  LOTS OF SPECIAL EFFECTS occur
around the ship.  Finally, A JAGGED HOLE APPEARS IN 
SPACE, and the Enterprise moves through it, ending up 
in a conventional star-filled region of space.

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

                                DATA
                        (checking console)
                Captain, we have returned to the 
                point in space where we first 
                encountered the anomaly.  
                        (beat)
                Captain?

Captain Picard sits in his chair, blissfully humming 
away.






                                END ACT FOUR














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FADE IN:

INT. ENGINEERING

La Forge is finally beginning to relax.  In one 
corner of the room, he notices a BLACK, VAGUELY 
SPIDER-SHAPED BEING manipulating a small plot device 
with it's forelegs.

                                LA FORGE
                Hey, you!  What are you doing?
                                (more)

The being looks at La Forge and freezes for a moment.  
Everyone else in the room looks at La Forge in 
confusion.  The being suddenly sprints for the exit 
with a surprising burst of speed.

                                LA FORGE (cont.)
                Stop!
                        (hits comm badge) 
                Intruder Alert!

Other crewpeople are looking all over the room, 
seeing nothing.

INT -- MAIN BRIDGE -- DAY

                                WORF
                I can detect no foreign life 
                forms aboard, sir.

                                DATA
                Captain, there is a ship 
                appearing directly ahead of us.

                                PICARD
                Full stop!

EXT. ENTERPRISE (CGI)

A LARGE, BLACK SPIKY SHIP with coruscating, doggy-nose
patterns moving across its surface, gradually WAVERS 
into being before the Enterprise.

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INT. MAIN BRIDGE

                                PICARD
                Hail them!

                                WORF
                They are ignoring our hails.

                                DATA
                Transporter room 3 in use sir.

                                PICARD
                Override transporter controls!

                                DATA
                Too late, sir.

EXT. ENTERPRISE

The black ship passes close to the Enterprise before 
it fades out of existence.

INT. MAIN BRIDGE

                                PICARD
                Can we maintain a lock on it?

                                DATA
                No, sir; sensors no longer 
                detect any sign of the ship.

                                WORF
                Captain, I'm reading several 
                unauthorized attempts over the 
                last thirty minutes to access 
                restricted data within the 
                central computer core.  If the 
                intruder did manage to access 
                that information...

                                PICARD
                Then he may know everything 
                there is to know about Starfleet 
                by now.  And we've shown him and 
                his race exactly how to move 
                from their dimension to our 
                own...

Suitably creepy Chris Franke MUSIC SWELLS AS WE

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