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Subject: "Timesync" - Chapter 5
Date: 15 Oct 92 18:40:51 GMT
Organization: Arizona State University

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.
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