From: efb@mentor.cc.purdue.edu (Fred Byon)
Subject: BubbleGum Trek Part 3.3: "The Final Battle (continued)"
Organization: Purdue University Computing Center
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 09:23:18 GMT

PART 3.3 THE FINAL BATTLE (CONTINUED)

PICARD (taps communicator):  Mr. O'Brien, what is going on?

O'BRIEN (through speaker):  Eh, what do you mean, sir?

PICARD:  There was transport activity and a systems override at YOUR station.

O'BRIEN:  There was?

PICARD:  Chief, you ARE aware of your duties, aren't you?

O'BRIEN:  But sir, you just told me to return to my quarters!  And trust me,
Keiko ISN'T pregnant!

PICARD:  WHAT!  I did not tell you to...      

WORF:  Captain, there are now two more additional life forms on the Knight
Saber ship.

DATA:  I have just confirmed that the life forms are indeed from the Enterprise,
sir.

RIKER:  Great!  Now they're kidnapping crewmembers.  It's apparent that these
Knight Sabers can't be trusted.

MCNIKCOL:  What are you talking about, beard-head?  The Knight Sabers wouldn't
pull a stunt like that!

RIKER:  Oh really?  Frankly, there's no way in the world that these are the
Knight Sabers that YOU know!

MCNICKOL:  Don't you ever think straight, Commander?  If Counselor Troi is
really that distracting, then why don't you...

TROI:  Will!

(Riker grabs McNickol's uniform.  Picard and Troi get between them) 

PICARD:  Commodore, another outburst like that and I'll have to ask you to...

(The ship rocks again)

WORF:  Shield power reduced to 39 percent!  Damage being reported in the lower
part of the saucer section!

DATA:  The phaser blast originated from the Borg ship, sir.  Sensors are now
picking up a new wave of BoomerBorgs.

(Borg Ship)

LARGO:  What are you doing?  That really wasn't necessary.

BORG:  ONLY THE BORG SHALL DETERMINE THE BORG'S ACTIONS.  SUCH AN ACTION WAS
NECESSARY FOR A FORM OF OFFENSE.

LARGO:  But you got all the offense in the world with the BoomerBorgs!

BORG:  THERE IS A DEFECT IN THE SELF-DEFENSE ALGORITHM, BEING CAUSED BY YOUR
CREATION, LARGO.  THE DEFECT SHALL BE ELIMINATED; IN THE MEANTIME, WE SHALL
REVERT TO OTHER FORMS OF COMBAT.

LARGO:  Oh, okay.  (to himself)  "Self-defense algorithm?"

(Cut back to outer space, where Linna is doing her best to fend off the BB's)
(She notices that her shield strengh is down to 20 percent)

LINNA:  Sylia, where are you?  Aaaaack! 

(Linna once again gets nailed by a BoomerBorg phaser beam.  She is then
being grabbed and choked by other BB's)

LINNA:  Sylia!  Sylia!  Sylia!  Oh God, Sylia...

(Linna begins to think that it's the end of her, but then she hears phaser
blast and the surrounding BB's disintegrate and release their hold on her.
Linna recovers and sees Sylia in her hardsuit.)

LINNA:  It's about time!

SYLIA:  I didn't forget you!

LINNA:  Where's Nene and Priss?  Did you get them?

(Suddenly, another herd of BB's head toward Linna and Sylia.)

LINNA:  Sh*t!  I don't think I can...

SYLIA:  I'll see if I can...

(Just then, Priss emerges from the Knight Saber ship in hardsuit.  She spots
the herd and fires her own barrage.  Some of them fall to the phaser fire)

SYLIA:  Eh?  I haven't taught her how to use her hardsuit yet... 

LINNA:  Maybe a combat expert doesn't NEED any teaching.  

(Nene then emerges with her hardsuit)

NENE:  Sylia, this feels a lot better and a lot...stronger!

SYLIA:  Nene!  Take that group!

(Nene spots the herd following the Enterprise)

(Cut back to the Big E Bridge)

WORF:  Captain, it appears that the two life forms are wearing similar hardsuit
designs as the other Knight Sabers.

RIKER:  I guess we had two of these Knight Sabers on our ship!

MCNICKOL (sarcastic):  Ooooooooooh, Commander, you're smarter than I thought.
Congratulations!

PICARD:  Commodore, ENOUGH!

(The ship rocks once more as the BB's fire at the Enterprise.) 

WORF:  Shield power down to 19 percent!

DATA:  It is not likely that the Enterprise can withstand another phaser
fire of such magnitude.

PICARD:  Fire back, Mr. Worf!

WORF:  All weapondry offline, Captain!

MCNICKOL:  Oh, great!  I didn't want my life to end on a starship...

PICARD (taps communicator):  Mr. LaForge, get the phaser banks operational
again!

LAFORGE'S VOICE:  Aye, sir!

(They then notice Nene's image on the screen.  She raises her arm in a firing
motion)

WORF:  Captain, the Knight Saber is locking on phasers!

RIKER:  At us?

(Cut to outer space)

NENE:  God, I hope this works...

(Nene fires and the blast nails the BoomerBorgs) 

NENE:  Whee!  It works!  And who says I can't fight?

(Big E)

WORF:  The BoomerBorg herd has been destroyed, Captain.

PICARD:  Is that the last of them, Mr. Worf?

(Just as he asks that, a new bunch emerges from the Borg ship)

RIKER:  They just keep coming...and coming...and coming...

MCNICKOL:  All you need now is a drum and some bunny ears!

(Riker stares at McNickol)

(Cut back to outer space)

SYLIA:  This seems to be TOO easy.  I'd figure that anything that Largo
makes would be hard to destroy...           

LINNA:  Perhaps he underestimated us?        

(Suddenly, Sylia picks up another group heading toward both the four Knight
Sabers and the Enterprise)

SYLIA:  Linna, Priss, Nene!  Let's attack simultaneously!

LINNA, PRISS, NENE:  Gotcha!

(Big E Bridge)

WORF:  Another group of 25 BoomerBorgs heading toward the ship, Captain!

LAFORGE'S VOICE:  Engineering to the bridge!  Phaser banks on line again,
Captain!

PICARD:  Acknowledged!

WORF:  Captain, they are locking on phasers!

PICARD:  Fire back!

(Both the BoomerBorgs and the Enterprise fire at the same time.  The Big E's
fire knock out the herd of BoomerBorgs, while the BB's fire finds its mark
as well)

(Once again, the ship's lights flicker.  Another whirring sound from Worf's
station)

WORF:  Captain, shields are out!

PICARD:  Divert power wherever you can!  

(Meanwhile, we now go to another part of the Enterprise, where Wesley 
Crusher is watch the ongoing battle from his computer terminal)

WESLEY:  Geez, these "Knight Sabers" sure can fight...

(Outer Space)

SYLIA:  Girls, see if you can get their attention!

(Linna, Priss, and Nene fire at the BB herd heading toward them.  They end
up being destroyed.)

PRISS:  This is WAY too easy...

(Another armada heads toward them.  The Knight Sabers fire, but this time
the phasers reflect off shields)

SYLIA:  What the...

NENE:  Uh-oh.  This is what I was afraid of...

(Borg Ship)

BORG:  SELF-DEFENSE PROGRAM ON LINE ONCE AGAIN.  IT TURNS OUT THAT YOUR
SHIELD CAPACITY WAS INCOMPATIBLE.

LARGO:  Oh, so THAT'S why my BoomerBorgs haven't really put up a good fight?

BORG:  CORRECT.  HOWEVER, A VICTORY IS STILL INEVITABLE AT THIS POINT.  YOU
CREATION STILL PROVED USEFUL...SOMEWHAT.

LARGO:  SOMEWHAT?  What do you mean, "somewhat"?  I work my brains out to 
perfect the BoomerBorgs and this is the thanks I get?

BORG:  THANKFULNESS IS IRRELEVANT.

LARGO (another groan):  You guys are the most...PITIFUL people I've ever 
worked with!

BORG:  WE ARE NOT ORGANIC BEINGS.  YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN BEING INSUBORDINATE.

LARGO:  That does it!  I'm getting sick and tired of you calling everything
"irrelevant" and me being "insubordinate"!  I'm gonna make you guys shut
your damn mouths once and for all!

BORG:  STOP!  ILLEGAL ACCESS TO BORG SYSTEMS IS IRELLLLLLLEEEEEEVVAAVVVENT....

(Suddenly, all becomes quiet in the Borg ship)

LARGO:  Hah!  This entire ship is now MINE to control.  No more things being
"irrelevant"!  (evil laugh)  But then again, these Knight Sabers are
irrelevant...

(Enterprise bridge)

WORF:  Captain, the Borg ship is locking on phasers!

RIKER:  What about shield strengh?

WORF:  I have only managed to divert seven percent back to shields!

DATA:  There is a 97.4 percent chance that a Borg phaser blast will 
obliterate the Enterprise.

(Picard can only stare at the viewscreen as the Borg ship looms)

(Back to the Borg Ship)

LARGO (looking through his boomer suit viewscreen):  Heh heh heh.  Victory
will be mine.  I guess I just let the remaining BoomerBorgs take care of
the Knight Sabers and I'll have the GLORIOUS honor of putting the Enterprise,
Starfleet, and the entire United Federation of Planets out of their misery!
(evil laugh)

(cut to outer space)

LINNA:  It's no use!  Phaser fire isn't doing anything!

NENE:  This is from what I heard about Borg Technology...they have the
ability to "adjust" to weapondry in order to protect themselves!

(Suddenly, the BBs surround the Knight Sabers and they starts to suffocate
them)

NENE:  Crap!

LINNA:  F*ck!  I can't breathe!

(Back to the Big E, where the crew sees the ensuing battle)

(Also, Wesley Crusher witnesses the same battle from his quarters)

(Back to outer space)

(The Knight Sabers wiggle and squirm in an effort to escape from the
BoomerBorg's, and then Priss finally manages to yank a BoomerBorg away from
her body.  She throws it toward the rest of the BB herd and some of them
fall apart instantly)

(Now we see Sylia picking something up from the Borg)

SYLIA:  Priss, they're going to fire at the Enterprise!  And they don't have
any shield power!

PRISS:  Really?

(Sure enough, Priss picks exactly what Sylia said on her viewscreen)

(back to the Borg ship)

LARGO:  Good bye, Picard, and the rest of the useless slime of the universe...

(Back to the Big E)

PICARD:  Can we engage warp?

WORF:  Negative, Captain.  Warp capability offline.  

DATA:  At this point, it is not possible to escape any imminent phaser fire.

MCNICKOL:  I guess I'll be seeing you in another place, Leon...

(Outer Space.  Priss stares at her viewscreen, wondering what to do.  At 
first, she thought that it would be better to just let the Borg blow the 
Enterprise out of the stars, considering all the bad memories she had with
crewmembers.  Data, Wesley Crusher, Picard, Guinan, Worf, Troi, McNickol....
McNickol?  A man who she...possibly loved...?)

(Priss then sees a blip from the Borg ship)

(Back to the Enterprise.  Sights of imminent death, except for Data, popped
around the bridge)

PRISS:  NO!  I CAN'T BE SELFISH...!!!

(Priss engages warp two in her hardsuit.  At the same time, a green phaser
beam emits from the Borg ship.  As it is on line to hit the Enterprise,
Priss manages to get in front of it and it hits her instead. Priss lets
out a loud scream of seemingly innocent death.  Her faceplace shatters)

(Inside Priss's hardsuit, Priss sees her viewscreen pop warning messages on
the screen as her mind spins into oblivion and possible death.)  

(Big E)

RIKER:  My God, I don't believe what I just saw...

PICARD:  I...can't believe it myself, Number One...

TROI:  There was...a sense of...compassion there...

MCNICKOL:  See, Riker?  They ARE on our side!

RIKER:  I'm still not convinced, Commodore...

MCNICKOL (angry):  COME ON!!! WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES, DAMMIT!  
 
RIKER:  YOU ARE NOT MY COMMANDING OFFICER, YOU DUMB-AS...

PICARD:  GENTLEMEN!!!!!

(Back to W. Crusher's quarters.  Wesley sees the exact same seqence on his
terminal viewscreen)

CRUSHER:  Hey, wait a minute!  Computer, freeze picture!  Zoom in on
the Knight Saber...

(The picture freezes and zooms into Priss's helmet.  Wesley sees a portion
of the concealed face)

CRUSHER:  Hmm hmm hmm...

(Back to outer space.  The three remaining Knight Sabers continue to struggle
within the remaining BoomerBorgs)

LINNA:  Aaaarrrrgh!!  I'm losing it...

NENE:  I can't....do anything...

(The surrounding BoomerBorgs fire and they all get shocked)

LINNA:  We're gonna be goners if we take another blast like that!

NENE:  I agree.  Unnnnnngggggh, ack...!

SYLIA:  Wait!  Girls, increase phaser intensity and fire!

LINNA:  But what good will that do if they've...

SYLIA:  DO IT!

(All three Knight Sabers do so.  The BoomerBorgs become obliterated and
they protect themselves from any debris)

NENE:  But...how?  If they already adjusted to our arsenal...

SYLIA:  It worked!  That's all that matter!  Nene, you and Linna take care of
any remaining BoomerBorgs, while I take care of Priss!

(Borg Ship.  Largo stares at his viewscreen in disbelief)

LARGO:  NOOO!!!!  Everything is going wrong!!!!  I can't believe that!

(Suddenly, this message appears on Largo's screen:)

		THERE IS APPARENTLY A MAJOR MALFUNCTION IN BORG SELF-DEFENSE
		MECHANISM, CAUSED BY YOUR CREATION, LARGO.  CEASE CONTROL OF
		BORG SYSTEMS AT ONCE OR PREPARE TO BE____

LARGO:  SHUT UP!  I'm in control now, and you dorks know it!  Oh well, I managed
to cripple one of the Knight Sabers, and I still got at least one more trick
up my sleeve...

(Big E)

RIKER:  How did they manage to destroy those BB's if they..."adjusted" to the
phaser fire?

DATA:  There is apparently an undetermined level of incompatiblity with the
BoomerBorgs and the Borg central processing system, thus causing a vulner-
ability among the boomer beings and various other Borg systems.

MCNIKCOL:  Hmmm...that DOES make sense...

WORF:  Captain, shields are back up to 22 percent!  (whirring sound)  The
Borg is once again locking on phasers!

PICARD:  Fire back, Mr. Worf!

(The Borg ship fires.  The Enterprise rocks again, while at the same time,
the E's phaser fire has no effect on the Borg ship)

WORF:  Shield power down to eight percent.

RIKER:  Oh boy, we've been flirting with death for the past fifteen minutes 
now...

MCNICKOL:  And how long have you been flirting with Counsel...

TROI:  Commodore, please!  
  
RIKER:  Thank you, Counselor.

DATA:  Captain, I have done an analysis of the Knight Saber fire.  The photonic
energy within the phaser beams have been...fined tuned somewhat...

RIKER:  Maybe that might explain why they managed to destroy those BB's pretty
easily.  The Borg couldn't readjust...

MCNICKOL:  We should be able to do the same thing...

PICARD:  Agreed!  Mr. Worf, lock on photon torpedoes!

MCNICKOL:  Now you're talking, Captain!

(Borg Ship)

LARGO (panting):  NOW I got you, Enterprise... 

(Back to the Enterprise bridge)

WORF:  They are once again locking on phasers!

PICARD:  FIRE!

(Once again, both the Enterprise and the Borg fire simultaneously.  The
Enterprise gets nailed once again, but this time the Big E's torpedoes
finds it target as a big gaping hole is created within the center of one
of the sides of the Borg cube)

(Big E)

RIKER:  It worked!  

WORF:  Captain, shield power it out!  At this point, 99.2% of possible sources
of power have been exhaused!

PICARD:  Scrap up whatever you can find, Mr. Worf!

(Borg ship)

LARGO (really pissed):  WHAT!  I thought this ship was indestructible!

MESSAGE FROM BORG (pops onto Largo's viewscreen):  
	    	REBUILDING PROCESS INITIATED.  ONCE AGAIN, RELEASE BORG
		SYSTEMS AT ONCE OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES.

LARGO:  NO!  Eat some dung, fat-asses!  I'm not letting you guys go until I
have my glory!

(Largo does some more analysis of the Borg systems)

LARGO:  Hmm...looks like you guys have a transporter system...

(outside)

NENE:  I count about fifty of 'em left, Linna!  If we don't let down our guard
we should be able to handle them!

LINNA:  Keep firing at them, Nene!  Let's hope they don't "adjust" anytime 
soon...

(As they continue to battle, Nene notices a greenish tint transporter beam
engulfing two BoomerBorgs.)

LINNA:  Eh?  I saw two BB's disappear...

NENE:  Wait...the Borg does have the ability to transport...oh no...let's see
if I can transport to the bridge...

(Big E)

WORF:  Captain, there is transporter activity being conducted...here on the
bridge, along with a use of transporter room one!

RIKER:  Do a systems security lock, Mr. Worf!

(Suddenly, two BoomerBorgs appear right on the bridge.  They spot Picard and
grab him by the arms.  Worf yanks out his phaser and fires, but it appears to
have no effect.  One of the BB's fire back and nail Worf in the shoulder. 
He slumps to the floor, wincing in pain)

BOOMERBORG #1:  LOCOTUS, YOU WILL COME WITH US...

PICARD:  NEVER!!!

(Now wee see Nene materialize on the bridge.  She shes Picard being restrained
by two BoomerBorgs.  Nene yanks out a retractable knife from her hardsuit
and takes a swing at the BB's.  They duck and Nene ends up going through the
door of Picard's ready room)

NENE (growls):  Okay, maybe I CAN'T fight....but I'm not gonna throw up now...

(Nene then notes that the BB's are about to beam out, but she then fires a
couple of photon torpedoes from her position on the floor.  They find their
mark, as the Enterprise bridge crew tries to protect themselves from the
ensuing debris)

NENE (to crew):  See ya!

(Nene beams out) 

PICARD (to another bridge security officer):  Ensign, get Mr. Worf to sickbay,
now!

RIKER:  Apparently, Mr. Worf couldn't get that security lock on...(suddenly
remember's Nene's voice)  Where have I heard that voice before?

MCNICKOL:  See?  You don't think straight!

(Riker starts to choke McNickol as we now cut to the Borg ship)

LARGO:  NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!  My plot is being foiled!  This
can't be happenning!

(Largo looks over his remaining armada and wonders what to do)

LARGO:  This is my last chance.  Perhaps NOW is a good time to rekindle a lost
love...

(Back to the Enterprise bridge)

NEW LIEUTENANT IN WORF'S STATION:  Captain, the remaining BoomerBorgs are now
refocusing on the Enterprise! 

PICARD:  Lock on targets with torpedoes!

(Back to Outer Space)

LINNA:  Nene, it looks like they're turning to the Enterprise now!

NENE:  Let's see if we can help the Enterprise out here....

LINNA:  Say, is Sylia still taking care of Priss?

(The Knight Saber ship)

SYLIA:  It's okay, Priss...everything's going to be all right now.

(Priss is still unconscious but now breathing) 

(Suddenly, Sylia picks up some kind of thought process originating from the
Borg ship)

LARGO'S VOICE:  Sylia, my one and only, could it really be you?  After all 340
years, I'd never expect to see you again...

(Sylia suddenly feels a wave of vengeance enter her body.  She then flys out
of the Knight Saber ship still in hardsuit and heads for the Borg ship)

NENE (spotting Sylia):  Where is Sylia going?

LINNA:  Looks like...she's entering the Borg ship!

(Borg ship.  Sylia enters the ship through a crack.  She then notices the
gigantic multitude of humans and human-like beings lined up in rows along
every floor and corridor of the ship.)

SYLIA:  My god...

(Sylia looks up and down from her position.  She then realizes the vast
capabilities that the Borg has)

SYLIA:  All these...things...were actual human beings at one time...or at
least organic...

LARGO:  Correct, my dear.

SYLIA:  What?

(Sylia looks straight ahead and sees Largo, in boomer outfit.  He is on a
raised platform.  Sylia approaches him cautiously)

LARGO:  Sylia Stingray.  It's amazing.  You haven't changed much over the
past 340 years.  I certainly didn't know those hardsuits could sustain life
for that long.

SYLIA:  No, actually we...travelled through time, if you really want to know...

LARGO:  Travelled through time...?  Oh well, it isn't really important how
or when you got here...

SYLIA:  So you really ARE immortal now?

LARGO:  Yes, I believe I already told you that.  A LOOOONG time ago.  
Apparently, you must have doubted me.

SYLIA:  Yes, and I still have...lots of doubts about you.

LARGO:  About...?

SYLIA:  That you think you can...control the universe.

LARGO (laughs):  Sylia, don't be so naive.  You just saw what just happened 
here, and my remaining BoomerBorg troop will take care of the Federation
ship and your precious Knight Sabers!

SYLIA:  If your...BoomerBorgs are so strong, then why did it seem to be...
easy to destroy?

LARGO:  Okay, so there were a few flaws.  Big deal.  But the EFFECT was still
there, and I guess that's all that really matter.  I can always make 
improvements, you know.

SYLIA:  You're not going to get away with this.

LARGO:  Sheesh.  You're just like that Picard fellow on the Enterprise.
I guess anyone who is a leader in this century is stubborn.  If you think I'm
not going to...get away with this, then try telling that to the Borg.  Look,
Sylia.  Look at all these creatures that were organic, who have been now
turned INTO machines and are now controlled under one collective mind.  They
are all inorganics now.  Just like me.  And when you think about it...they
kinda have something in common with you.

SYLIA:  But I can still eat, drink, and converse like anyone else!  Nobody
controls me except for myself! 

LARGO:  Are you sure, my dear, or should I say, my love?

SYLIA:  Apparently, YOU haven't changed much either, considering what I just
saw.

LARGO:  Sylia, you still have a chance.  A chance to become part of total
and complete control of everything that you can imagine.  Become part of me.
We can rule together.  You don't realize how much I love you.

SYLIA:  You are still VERY gross.  Why would *I* love you, considering that
you have continued to make a mockery of my family name!

LARGO:  Ah, so you are still very upset of me killing your distant relative,
Mackey Stingray the Fourth?  Why should he even matter to you?  You probably
don't even KNOW the man...

SYLIA:  That is beside the point, Largo!  It all started when you killed my
father and you had these...ambitions to abuse my father's technology for 
your own tyrannic gain!  And the destruction of the Mega-Tokyo was simply
another example of making sure that NO ONE gets in your way!

LARGO:  Hmmm...how did you know that?  Are you sure you're not a boomer like
me?

(Sylia freezes in her position)

LARGO:  Ah, no big deal.  It is apparent that you are unwilling to join me
through consent.  So I guess I'll have to...force you now.

SYLIA:  Oh no you're....

(Sylia raises her arm to fire a photon torpedo, but nothing happens.  She 
then feels a lot of heat going through her body)

SYLIA:  What the...

LARGO:  Trust me, my love, I don't want to do this to do, but I guess I have
to.  You are feeling a high intensity of heat and ultraviolet radiation that
is capable of doing a number on those Knight Saber componentries that you
devised.

SYLIA (getting hot fast):  So you're going to suffocate me?

LARGO:  Actually, um, no.  I want you to strip out of that hardsuit and
make love to me.  That way...you will understand my passion.  (laughs)

SYLIA:  You CAN'T be serious.  If you're REALLY a machine, then you should
be capable of...um...

LARGO:  Wanna bet?  I can show my..."manhood" to you if you like...

SYLIA:  Oh my god...

(Back to outer space)

LINNA:  Looks like there aren't a lot of the BoomerBorgs remaining....

NENE:  You're right.  They're falling apart pretty easily...

(Back to the Enterprise bridge)

DATA:  There are only twelve BoomerBorgs remaining, Captain.  Systems are 
failing for each one.

RIKER:  Obviously, there was a big flaw in these BoomerBorgs...

PICARD:  Lieutenant, open hailing frequencies to the the Borg and ask if they
wish to surrender.

LIEUTENANT:  Aye, sir.

(Back to the Borg)

LARGO (look at his viewscreen):  No!  They're falling apart now!

SYLIA (getting sweaty):  See!  There IS a big problem with your creation!

LARGO:  SHUT UP!...um, my love!  I don't give up that easily...

(back to the Enterprise)

LIEUTENANT:  Captain, they are locking on phasers again!

(Before Picard can say anything, the ship rocks.  Lights once again flicker)

LIEUTENANT:  Shields are out once again!

RIKER:  Captain, it's pretty obvious that Largo is pulling all the stops now.

MCNIKCOL:  I think we better blow 'em away before they try to finish us off
once and for all...

PICARD:  Agreed!  

DATA:  Captain, there appears to be an unusual source of ultramagnetic heat
originating from the center of the Borg ship.

(They all look at the viewscreen and see a purpulish-red hue coming out of the
ship)

RIKER:  What the heck is going on...

MCNICKOL:  Wait, Captain!  I got an idea!

PICARD:  Which is...?

MCNIKCOL:  Remember the Federation/Klingon peace conference some 70 plus years
ago at Khitomer? 

PICARD:  Yes, yes, get to the point, Commodore...

MCNICKOL:  Kirk's Enterprise used a heat-seeker torpedo to destroy that new
Romulan bird of prey.  If we can get one of those into the heart of the
Borg ship....

(Picard gets the idea)

PICARD:  Make it so!  (taps communicator) Mr. LaForge, prepare a heat-seeker
torpedo and load it into the photon torpedo tube!

DATA:  Captain, the gaping hole within the near side of the Borg ship is
showing signs of regeneration.

PICARD (taps communcator):  Hurry it up, Mr. LaForge!

(Back to the Borg)

SYLIA:  You're really funny, Largo.  And I mean it too.

LARGO:  Heh heh.  Thanks for the complement, my dear.

SYLIA:  It wasn't supposed to be complememt, you slime!

LARGO (groans):  Sigh.  Oh well, you will be my bride whether you like it or
not!  When are you going to get out of your suit?  

SYLIA:  I would rather die than be your wife!

LARGO:  Humph.  Very well, but I will assure you, it will not be a fast, clean
death.  So you might as well f*ck me now.

SYLIA:  I DON'T LOVE YOU!

LARGO:  Are you sure?  I think we have a lot in common... 

(Back to the Enterprise)

LAFORGE (through intercom):  Captain, it's ready!

PICARD:  Acknowledged!

RIKER:  We're gonna have to hope that the Borg didn't adjust already...

PICARD:  This is our last chance, Number One!  (a la Kirk in Star Trek VI)
Fire!

(Cut to an exterior shot, where the heat-seeker torpedo is fired)

(Outer space.  Nene and Linna spot the torpedo and quickly get out of the
way)

LINNA:  That's heading for the Borg!

(Borg ship)

LARGO:  Um, Sylia, do you follow Shakespeare?

SYLIA:  Why should that matter?

LARGO:  I guess I will have to...entice you to...LOVE me.  I can recall one
of my favorite lines..."To be...or not to be.  That is the question."

(Suddenly Sylia picks up the heat-seeker on her viewscreen)

SYLIA:  Well, I can give you an answer...

LARGO:  Which is...

SYLIA:  It's NOT TO BE!  Warp two!

(Sylia manages to escape from Largo's heat prison)

LARGO:  What!  How did you manage...

(Largo then sees the torpedo heading right toward him.  Largo tries to let out
a scream but is unable to)

(The torpedo finds its mark.  It sends out mass energy fluxuations throughout
the entire Borg ship, and part by part, explosions can be seen.  Debris is
flying everywhere)

(Cut to outer space.  We see Sylia scrambling for cover, and likewise for the
other two Knight Sabers)

(Back on the Enterprise)

PICARD:  LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!  REVERSE COURSE!

(Shot of the Big E reversing course.  Meanwhile, the three remaining Knight
Sabers manage to get back to their own ship)

LINNA:  Start this thing up again, Sylia!

(Sylia engages the engines and then zoom off, avoiding any Borg debris)

(After thirty seconds, the Knight Sabers look out the rear viewport and see
only chunks and small parts of the Borg ship.)

NENE:  We did it!  With thanks from the Big E, of course...

SYLIA:  Speaking of which...we need to tail the Enterprise so that we can get
you and Priss back to the ship...

LINNA:  Priss, are you all right?

(Priss is still lying on the floor, still dazed.  She does come around)

PRISS:  What...happened?  Oh God, I'm in heaven now...

NENE:  Priss, you're still okay!

PRISS:  What else could I be?  (plops back to the floor)

(The other Knight Sabers laugh.)

(Back to the Enterprise, where several technicians are working on the damage
caused by the Borg.  Worf is back on his station, after recovering from the
BoomerBorg's phaser blast)

PICARD:  Final casualty and damage report, Mr. Worf?

WORF:  All decks reporting...there have been a total of 22 dead, 59 injured,
and two missing.  Major damage being reported to saucer and warp sections,
mostly in upper decks.

PICARD (in his mind):  Two...missing...?

RIKER:  Amazing that we managed to get out of that alive...well, at least for
most of us...

PICARD:  Agreed.  Largo obviously created something that was MEANT to be
invincible, but apparently the Borg systems were simply too much for him.

WORF:  Captain, the Knight Saber ship is tailing the Enterprise.

PICARD (startled):  Onscreen.

(Picard sees the KS ship)

PICARD:  Hail them, Mr. Worf.

WORF:  Still no response, sir.

RIKER (to McNickol):  See?  Here's why we can't trust them!

MCNICKOL:  I told you...!  They generally work in secret!

WORF:  Captain, once again, there is transporter activity being reported
in transporter room three.  Should I set a lock?

PICARD:  No, Lieutenant.  This should reveal who these Knight Sabers are,
or at least two of them.  (taps communicator)  Picard to O'Brien.

O'BRIEN (through intercom):  Captain, the transporter is being activated
again!

PICARD:  Acknowledged.  Can you identify who is in the buffer?

O'BRIEN:  I'm getting a couple of names right now...AAAAAAAAAAAAGGAGGAGHHH!

PICARD:  Mr. O'Brien!  (no response)  Mr. Worf, assemble a security team
to Transporter Room Three!  If these are the Knight Sabers, put them in
holding!

WORF:  Aye, sir.

(Worf heads out to the turbolift)

MCNICKOL:  What?  You can't be serious, Picard!  Have you already forgotten
what we just saw out there?

PICARD:  All right, then YOU tell me, Commodore.  Why haven't they responded
to our hails and why did they attack the Enterprise?

MCNICKOL:  For the last time, Picard, they work in secret!

PICARD:  Then they should tell us that!  

RIKER:  Frankly, if you ask me, I think they're bounty hunters.

MCNICKOL:  BOUNTY HUNTERS!!!!  WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?!?!?!  THIS ENTIRE
SHIP HAS GONE NUTS!

PICARD:  That does it.  Get off my bridge.

MCNICKOL:  You haven't heard the last of this, Picard.  And you better 
realize that *I* OUTRANK you!

PICARD:  If you feel that I am no longer competent for command of the 
Enterprise, feel free to take command.  But until then, this is MY ship.
Get out.

(McNickol sneers at Picard and enters the turbolift)

(Cut to Transporter Room Three.  O'Brien is still on the floor in pain.
Nene and Priss materialize on the transporter pad)

NENE:  Gosh, I hope I didn't shock Chief O'Brien too bad.

PRISS:  Who cares?  Let's get out of here before someone sees us!

(As they step off the pad, the Transporter Room doors open.  Worf and two
security guards enter, all holding phasers)

NENE:  Oh, um, hello, Mr. Worf!  It was such a nice day, we decided to take
a walk outside in outer space.

WORF:  You are to be put in Federation custody, for being part of the
renegade group known as the Knight Sabers.

NENE:  "Knight Sabers"?  Never heard of 'em.

WORF:  Do not make this hard for me...

(Priss then makes a quick bolt for the security officers and knock them both 
down.  She then lunges at Worf but Worf fires at her, sending Priss to the
floor hard)

(Back to an unknown depth of outer space.  We see what appears to be a
fragment of the Borg ship.  Inside, Largo is still muttering and sputtering
about his defeat)

LARGO:  Curse you, Enterprise!  Curse you, Knight Sabers!  Curse you,
Syli...no, I shouldn't say that!  I...I...love her....dearly...

BORG:  LOOOOVVVVEEE ISSSSSS ANNNNNNN EMOTIOONNNNNNNNNN.

LARGO:  What?  No!!  I thought I shut you guys up already!

BORG:  WEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVEEEE REGAAAAAINNNNNNNNNNNED CONTROLLLLL OFFFF
BORGGGGG SSSSSPEEEEEEEEECHHHHHH, ANNNNNNNNNNDDDD WEEEEEEE HAVVVVEEEE 
COMPLEEEEEEETTTTEED THEEEEEE FINNNNNNAAAALLL ANALLLYYYSSSIIISSS OFFF YOOOOOO.

LARGO:  Uhhhhhh, and...?

BORG:  YOOOOOOOOO ARRRRRRRREEE IRRRRELLLLLLLEEEEVAAAAAANTTTT.

(We then see a small explosion and the fragment disappears in the distant)
 
(SCENE:  Terra (Earth).  Admiral Bennett Kyson is talking to one of his 
officers in the Starfleet Communique Center in San Francisco.)

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Lieutenant, is it true?

LIEUTENANT:  Yes, sir.  Received report from the Enterprise.  The Borg/Largo
combination has apparently been destroyed.

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Wheee!  I can retire in peace!  (to himself)  That is, if
they'll let me retire...

ANOTHER LIEUTENANT:  Admiral Kyson!

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Yes, what do you want?

ANOTHER LIEUTENANT:  Another report from the Enterprise.  They apparently have
two of the mysterious Knight Sabers that Commodore Jeff McNickol was talking
about the other day.

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Um, acknoledged.  I'll pass it along to Starfleet Chief of
Operations. (to himself)  Like as if I REALLY needed to know that...

ADMIRAL ENRIQUE CONTY:  You don't need to, Admiral.  I already know about it.

ADMIRAL KYSON:  What?  (turns around and sees Admiral Enrique Conty of 
Starfleet Chief of Operations)  Ah, Admiral Conty!  What a pleasure to see you
again!  (shakes his hand)  What brings you here today?

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Well, two reasons.  As I said just now, I am pretty aware
of the current situation regarding these "Knight Sabers".  Commodore Jeffrey
McNickol sent me a message saying that he wants a trial of some sort so that
the Knight Sabers can be cleared of any wrongdoing.  I was wondering if you
would like to be part of the trial committee.

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Eh, why me?  I want to retire someday!  Surely there must
be some...younger admirals or somthing...   

ADMIRAL CONTY:  That's the problem.  I can't FIND anyone.  Can't you take
any new experiences in your life?

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Oh....all right!  Since you're my friend I guess I can do it.
When do we leave and where do we go?

ADMIRAL CONTY:  That was the other thing I wanted to talk to you about.  Is
your assistant, Commander Tommy Hwang, here today?

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Yeah Yeah.  Hey, Hwang!  Get your butt over here!

(Commander Tommy Hwang comes over)

COMMANDER HWANG:  Hello, Admiral.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Good day, Commander.  I would like to offer my
congratulations...

ADMIRAL KYSON:  CONGRATULATIONS?  For what?

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Admiral, please don't interrupt. (to Hwang)  You have success-
fully passed the Captain test and I am honored to give you your own command.

COMMANDER HWANG:  ALL RIGHT!  (jumps up and down)

ADMIRAL KYSON:  WHAT!!?!?!?  You're going to give this DORK his own 
command?  (grabs Hwang's collar)  And why didn't you tell me about this?

COMMANDER HWANG:  Hey, you don't need to know everything in my life, sir!

ADMIRAL CONTY:  You are going to be taking command of the the brand new
USS Otaku, registration NCC-0083-A, an armed transport ship.  Are you willing
to accept?

COMMANDER HWANG:  Of course! 

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Okay!  Let me put on this pip on your collar and it will be
official...

(Kyson lets out a scream of anguish)

(Conty puts the pip on Cmdr. Hwang's collar, giving him four pips)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Congratulations, Captain Hwang!

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Thank you, sir.

ADMIRAL KYSON:  You can't be serious!  He is a DORK!  He can't accept authority
any day of the week...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Admiral, as far as I'm concerned, it's a done deal.  (to
Hwang)  Your first mission is to escort myself and Admiral Kyson to the
Enterprise so that we can conduct the "Knight Saber" trial.

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Okay.  When do we leave?

ADMIRAL CONTY:  0700 hours, tomorrow.  Your crew has already been selected,
although at this point we still cannot find a first officer for you, but I'm
sure that problem will be resolved soon.  Again, Congratulations.

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Thank you, sir.

ADMIRAL KYSON:  This is ridiculous!  He is stupid, indecisive, belligerent,
and dumb, all at the same time!  You can't do this to me!

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Sir, trust me, you WILL get a new assistant in due time.  Again,
it's a done deal.  If you don't like it, go write a letter to the Federation
High Council or something...

ADMIRAL KYSON:  BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA
BAKA BAKA BAKA...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  You sound like some video game from the 20th century...

(SCENE:  Back to a stationery-positioned Enterprise)

PICARD (voiceover):  Captain's Log, Stardate 45895.4.  We have received a
message from Starfleet saying that the transport ship "Otaku" is now on
course to rendezvous with the Enterprise so that Admiral Enrique Conty of 
Starfleet Chief of Operations can conduct an investigation in regard to the
supposed innocence of these so-called "Knight Sabers".  Apparently, the idea
for an immediate trial was from Commodore McNickol, who still insists that
these "Knight Sabers" are indeed the "Knight Sabers" from the 21st century. 

(Switch to the Enterprise's brig, where Nene and Priss are sitting on the
floor)

PRISS:  This is all your fault!

NENE:  MY fault?  What are you blaming me for?

PRISS:  If you didn't talk me into joining Starfleet, I'd be on earth being
happy rather than sitting in this cell!

NENE:  But I thought you were BORED on earth!

PRISS:  Oh, yeah...

NENE:  Think of it this way.  We may have kicked Genom's ass for the last time.
And what you did out there was very brave.

PRISS:  Yeah yeah yeah.  Frankly, Genom should be Starfleet's problem, and
not ours.

NENE:  Priss, we can't just sit back and watch, you know!  I mean, realistically
we shouldn't be here in the 24th century, but since we ARE here, we might as
well make sure that...Largo doesn't do what he's been doing.  We all have
different reasons for being Knight Sabers...

PRISS:  Okay, okay, maybe you're right.

(A security guard enters)

GUARD:  Ladies, you have a visitor.

(Commodore McNickol steps in, holding a large bag filled with historical
data)

PRISS:  Jeff!

MCNICKOL:  Hello, Priss.

(Nene sees McNickol for the first time)

NENE:  Um, say, you look like someone I knew...

MCNICKOL:  Oh...sorry, forgot to introduce myself.  I am Commodore Jeff 
McNickol, Federation historian and second in command of Starbase 214.  I am
well aware of the events of the past 24 hours, and I am here to help you.

NENE:  Help us with...what?

MCNICKOL:  Get you two out of here; in other words, clear the Knight Sabers
of any wrongdoing.

NENE:  Well, I never heard of the Knight Sabers, so...

PRISS:  Nene, forget it!  I think he already knows. 

MCNICKOL:  Yes, Priss is right.  The evidence that I got from Picard and
Commander Riker seems irrefutable.  First, Riker figured that it was you,
Miss Romanova, that saved Captain Picard from those "BoomerBorgs" since you
made your voice known to the bridge.  Second, according to the Enterprise
computer, neither one of you were on the ship during the entire time of the
battle, except for Nene's brief appearance on the bridge.  And third, a
Federation cadet managed to make a positive ID on Priss when her helmet 
shattered.

PRISS:  What was the cadet's name?  

MCNICKOL:  I believe it was...Wesley Crusher.

PRISS (angry):  That F*g!  (kicks wall)

MCNICKOL:  Anyway...in about 36 hours there will be a trial that will hopefully
determine your innocence.  However, if nothing comes out of this, then you
two might be in custody for a long time, and Starfleet would just hunt the
other Knight Sabers down. 

NENE:  Wait...technically, you OUTRANK Picard, so why couldn't you just order
him to let us go?

MCNICKOL:  I could have; however, I do not have enough sufficient evidence
on the Knight Saber's secret identites or anything like that, since you
guys have been, um, rather secretive.  Also, Starfleet regulations specifically
state that a senior officer cannot take command of a ship that is already
controlled by a commanding officer, unless that officer is incapable of being
in command.  So that means I can't just tell Picard what to do all the time.
And besides, he's had a lot more experience in Starfleet that I have...

PRISS:  Hey, if you ask me, ol' bald-head has a few screws loose.

MCNICKOL:  Uh, yeah, YOU might think that, but...anyway, I really need some
kind of...testimony about yourselves that can convince everyone in Starfleet
that you are indeed the Knight Sabers that were well known in Mega-Tokyo
in the 21st century.  Frankly, I think you guys already convinced me, and I
want to convince everyone else.

(Nene and Priss look at each other)

NENE:  But...are you going to believe anything we say?

MCNIKCOL:  Trust me, I'll believe anything.

NENE:  Okay.  We were...timed warped to here from the 21st century.

MCNICKOL:  Okay, that's a start.  What else?  

PRISS:  I sang in a popular night club known as "Hot Legs"...

NENE:  And I worked for the AD Police of Mega-Tokyo...

MCNICKOL:  AD POLICE?  Did you say AD Police?

NENE:  Uh, yeah.  A lot of people in the 21st century said we were incompetent
and all that, and I tended to agree...

MCNICKOL:  Hmmmm...and um, can you give me any names of your fellow co-workers?

NENE:  Sure.  Two of my better friends were Daley Wong...

MCNICKOL:  DALEY WONG?

NENE:  ...and a guy with your same last name, Leon.

MCNICKOL:  LEON?  You knew Leon?

NENE:  Very well, as a matter of fact.  He was...good friends with Priss too...
   
PRISS:  Aw, did you HAVE to tell him that?

MCNICKOL:  Priss, was this the "Other McNickol" you were referring to during
our date in the holodeck?

PRISS:  Uh, yeah.  (gets red-face at Nene)

MCNICKOL:  Great!  You know, I think we'll have you two out in no time...

(They both get excited)

(Back to outer space.  The Knight Saber ship is also in stationery position.
Linna is waking up from a nap)

LINNA:  Sylia, how come we haven't moved for the past hour?

SYLIA:  I intercepted a message coming out of the Enterprise.  They have
both Nene and Priss in custody.

LINNA:  Oh, boy.  Guess they aren't the ADP of the universe or anything.

SYLIA:  No, I think the Enterprise has already proven that.  Apparently,
they still have the wrong idea about us.  I guess maybe we've been too 
silent, and we've offered no explanation for your little goof a while back.

LINNA:  So what do we do now?

SYLIA:  In order to clear our names, we'll have to...expose ourselves.
Needless to say, I REALLY don't want to do that, but considering what has
happened over the past several days, I think it's the best way to go.  They've
already figured out Nene and Priss, I presume.  According to the radar/sensor,
there is another Federation ship heading our way, the USS Otaku.  I already
sent out a message to them, and they told me that they're going to conduct
some kind of trial in an effort to clear our names.

LINNA:  But at the expense of revealing our secret...identities?

SYLIA:  Maybe it's for the better.  Admiral Enrique Conty did assure me,
however, that our identities won't spread like wildfire to the other
Federation member worlds or anything.  So it won't be TOTALLY out of the
bag.

LINNA:  I'm sorry, Sylia.  I would normally be more careful...

SYLIA:  That's all right.  Don't worry, Linna, we'll all get out of this...

(Sylia hugs Linna)

(Next Day, 1400 hours.  USS Otaku conference room.  First, we see Admiral
Conty, Admiral Kyson, Commodore McNickol and Commander Riker enter.  Next
Sylia, Linna, Priss, and Nene enter.  Priss and Nene are in uniform, as well
as the other Starfleet officers.  They all sit)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.  This "trial" to be
held on the USS Otaku is to determine the innocence of the all-powerful Mega-
Tokyo mercenary group known as the Knight Sabers.  The panel that will 
determine such an outcome will be myself, Admiral Enrique Conty, Admiral
Bennett Kyson...

(Conty Gestures to Kyson)

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Hulo.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  ...and executive officer of the USS Enterprise-D, Commander
William Riker.

RIKER:  Good day.  (in his mind)  Hmmm, these are some good-lookin' chicks...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  And serving as the...defense council for the Knight Sabers
is Federation Historian and executive officer for Starbase 214, Commodore
Jeffrey McNickol.

(McNickol nods to the Knight Sabers)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Commodore McNickol, please give your report on the history
of boomer technology and the existence of the Knight Sabers.

MCNICKOL:  Be glad to...

(McNickol does the same prsentation as he did with the Enterprise crew.
We now move to the middle part of the presentation)

MCNIKCOL:  ...Mega-Tokyo probably would have been flattened by Genom had it
not been for the all-power mercenary group known as the Knight Sabers...

(Suddenly, Admiral Kyson yawns and plops his head on the table.  He starts to
snore loudly)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Admiral!  ADMIRAL!!!!!

ADMIRAL KYSON (suddenly waking up):  Uhhh uhh uhh....they are GUILTY!

ADMIRAL CONTY (softly):  Please, I would appreciate it if you would pay
attention during the proceedings!

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Sorry... (turns to McNickol)  Hurry it up, you overbloated
buffoon...

MCNICKOL:  Oh great, you haven't forgotten me...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  ADMIRAL!!!!

ADMIRAL KYSON:  All right, all right!  I'm shutting up!

(Now we move on to each individual testimony)

SYLIA:  ...as Commodore McNickol referred to earlier, my father was a pioneer
of boomer technology, and after I learned of my father's assassination...

(Conty and Riker pay close attention, while Kyson suddenly...)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  ADMIRAL!!!!!!!!!!

(later)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  And what did you do for a living, Miss Stingray?

SYLIA:  I owned a little lingerie shop for women...

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Oooooooooooooh, Lingerie!  I must take careful notes....

(Kyson writes the word "LINGERIE" with a pencil on his hand.  Conty and
Riker look at him strangely)

(later again)

RIKER:  And what did you do for a living, Miss Yamazaki?

LINNA:  Well, I taught dance aerobics and I had some experience on the Mega-
Tokyo stock exchange...

ADMIRAL KYSON:  AH, so it was you!

LINNA:  Huh?

ADMIRAL KYSON:  It was you who gave that "USS Hentai" thing to one of my
officers.  He thought there was a "USS Hentai" but I said, "BAKA!  There is
no USS Hentai!"  And then I said...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Um, Admiral, I'm sure we'd love to hear your stories, but let's
stick to the case for now, okay?

RIKER:  Wait, Miss Stingray, did you...tell a false story to get into Federation
space?

SYLIA:  Yes.  At the time, I was not aware of Starfleet's policy on civilian
ships.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Hmmm....

(later again)

RIKER:  Miss Stingray, please explain why you fired at the Enterprise and
refused to respond to any hails.

SYLIA:  First of all, the firing of the Enterprise was a mere accident.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Please elaborate.

SYLIA:  We were searching for the Enterprise since we'd figured that Largo
would come after it.  When it was within viewing range, I asked Linna to 
magnify the picture of the Enterprise to confirm its existence.  Linna 
accidentally pressed a phaser station and a barrage of phasers were accident-
ally fired.

RIKER:  And what about not responding to hails?

SYLIA:  As Commodore McNickol alluded to earlier, the Knight Sabers has had
this policy of being very...private as we can.  We did not wish to expose
ourselves unnecessarily.  During that particular incident, we also figured that
the Enterprise would not believe that it was a "mere accident" considering
the current Largo crisis.

(much later)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  All right, so far I'm sure we all agree that these indeed
are the Knight Sabers, but now, the question arises that whether or not these
are the EXACT SAME Knight Sabers that Commodore McNickol described earlier that
existed in the 21st century.  Commodore, please present your evidence.

MCNICKOL:  Okay.  First, we all heard that Miss Romanova worked for the
AD Police of Mega-Tokyo.  The AD Police primarily existed in the 21st and 22nd
centuries, and as I said earlier, the Knight Sabers existed in the 21st
century.  Miss Romanova claims to be good friends with my distant grandson,
Leon.  I happen to have some old personnel files left over from the old
AD Police days.

(Nene's file pops onto the screen)

MCNICKOL:  I ran a fingerprint test on the fingerprints you see on the file,
and Nene's and the file's match.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Hmmm.....

RIKER:  Hmmm.....

ADMIRAL KYSON:  ZZZZZZ....

MCNICKOL:  As for Priss, she was also a good friend with Leon, and I managed 
to find a VERY old picture of both of them...

(Shot of Leon eating something with Priss)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Hmmmm...

RIKER:  Hmmmm...     

ADMIRAL KYSON:  ZZZZZZ...

MCNICKOL:  I did a digitized scan of the face in the picture and it
matches Priss's complexion, except for maybe a couple of wrinkles.

PRISS:  WHAT!  Hey, I'm not THAT old!

(Nene cracks up)

MCNICKOL:  For Miss Stingray, she said that her brother was the FIRST Mackey
Stingray.  This is straight out of Captain Mackey Stingray the Fourth's
personnel file...

(Shot of the Stingray family tree.)

MCNICKOL:  And as you can see, the tree doesn't lie; there is a Sylia Sting-
ray at the top, next to the first Mackey.  There was no data available,
but there was a picture...

(Picture of Sylia when she was a little younger)

MCNICKOL:  Again, the complexion matches.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Hmmmm...

RIKER:  Hmmmm...     

ADMIRAL KYSON:  ZZZZZZ....

RIKER:  And what about Miss Yamazaki here?

MCNICKOL:  Unfortunately, her family heir does not exist in this century,
and I wasn't able to find any pictures or anything...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  All right, then what could be a possible explanation that
the Knight Sabers made a jump through time?

MCNICKOL:  Miss Stingray said that they were "time-warped".  I sent an
inquiry to command headquarters about any "time travel experiments" that
were made in the past five years.  There were none, but there was an
incident of sort at Starfleet Academy in San Francisco.  Several cadets
decided to be funny and constucted a "blast from the past" time machine, which
was supposed to bring back something from another century.  It was originally
thought that it was defective, but apparently not.
       
ADMIRAL CONTY:  Hmmmm...

RIKER:  Hmmmm...     

(Kyson starts to come around)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  All right, we will take a brief recess and we'll come back
with a verdict...

(Conty, a sleepy Kyson, and Riker leave the room)

(The senior officers come to a lounge of the Otaku and start to discuss the
matter)

(back to the conference room)

PRISS:  Gosh, I hope they're convinced...

MCNICKOL:  I've done all I can.  God, I'd never figure I'd be in the same 
room as the Knight Sabers.

SYLIA:  And I'm sure neither would Leon...  

(Fifteen long minutes later.  The three senior officers return)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  We have reached a verdict; however, it was not a UNANIMOUS
decision....

NENE:  Uh-oh...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  ...based on the fact that Admiral Kyson was...PREOCCUPIED during
most of the proceedings; however, I feel that his ruling would probably have
no basis on the ensuing outcome nevertheless.   
     Based on all the information that has been received by testimony, the
events of the past 72 hours, and the evidence provided by Commodore McNickol,
we have ruled that these are indeed the Knight Sabers of the 21st century 
and therefore we have ruled them "innocent".

(The Knight Sabers get excited)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  HOWEVER...

(They all stop)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  We have also ruled that, as the old cliche goes, that there
is no excuse for ignorance of the rules; therefore, we have decided to 
prevent any obtaination of passage rights into Federation space for any of
you for three months.  During that time, space travel must be granted 
jointly by Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets.

SYLIA:  I guess we should live with that.

ADMIRAL CONTY:  As for the future careers of Starfleet officers Ensign
Nene Romanova and Lieutenant Junior Grade Priss S. Asigiri, it is to my
knowledge that Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise has already revoked
the duty privileges of both officers, and we have ruled that it shall remain
that way until further notice, based on the records of both officers AND
the possible endangerment of any Federation vessel, considering what we all
saw in regard to the Borg and this "Largo".  If either or both officers are
restored of such privileges in the future, it is not likely that they will 
serve again on the USS Enterprise-D.

PRISS:  We'd rather have Sylia as OUR captain!

NENE & LINNA:  YEAH!

SYLIA:  Well, um...

ADMIRAL CONTY (picking up a very large gavel):  By the power rested in me
by Starfleet Command and the United Federation of Planets, I declare this
case dismissed!   
 
(Conty tries to hit the hammer against the wooden plate, but instead nails the
table and it falls apart instantly)

(We now see Captain Hwang enter the conference room)

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Is the case over...what!  Where is my beautiful oak table?

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Ooops, sorry about that, Captain....you know, these Taiwanese 
imports....

COMMERCIAL

(We see Ataru and Lum at an indoor basketball court)

LUM:  I really would like to see you play, darling!

ATARU:  Uhhh...do you REALLY have to?

(We now see Larry Johnson of the Charlotte Hornets)

LARRY JOHNSON:  Hi there, kid!

ATARU:  Uhhhh...hello.  

LARRY JOHNSON:  Come here to shoot some hoops, did ya?

ATARU:  Uh, NO, (looks at Lum) Uh, I mean, YES...

LARRY JOHNSON:  Wanna get into a game?

ATARU:  Uh, NO! (looks at Lum again) Oh, uh, yes!!!

LARRY JOHNSON:  Nah, I don't think you can beat ME...

(Ataru wipes his brow)

LARRY JOHNSON:  ...but I think you can beat my GRAND-MA-MA!  Yo, GRAND-MA-MA!

(We now see Larry J's "Grand-Ma-Ma".  Ataru stands agape)

(Scenes of the game.  "Grand-Ma-Ma" does some awesome dunks and layups over
Ataru, not to mention play very PHYSICAL against the smaller Ataru.  After
the game, Ataru has cuts and bruises and is missing some teeth.)

LUM:  Oooooooh, Darling, you were GOOD!

ATARU (in pain):  I was?

(Insert Converse Logo)

COMMERCIAL 2

(Dennis Leary pops on the screen in leather jacket)

LEARY:  Ya know, I wanted to buy this minute for me to tell y'all about 
Japanese Anime...two words, "Madoka Ayukawa".  She's a doll.  She a fox.
She's sexy.  Heck, there's no one else in the world that can match up to her..

(Cindy Crawford pops up in the background)

LEARY:  Oh yeah, I forgot...anyway, she perfect.  Perfect a lemon merique
pie with whipped cream on top.  She's got the perfect body, perfect legs,
perfect stomach, perfect breas..(bleep sound)  HEY!  What are YOU censoring
me for?
     Now I got two words for that Kyosuke Kasuga..."BIG LOSER".  Always
trying to get Madoka-san but gets that "Hikaru" chick instead.  Well, Mr
Kasuga, everyone knows you are Mr. Big Time big chicken, so you can just
keep Hikaru and let me have Madoka.  Heh heh heh.  Ya know, I think ya
hear me knockin', and I think I'm coming in, and I got both Cindy and
Madoka in my loving arms!  Heh heh, maybe you'd like Cindy...NOT!

(SCENE:  The Enterprise, the Otaku, the USS Fearless and the Knight Saber ship
getting ready to leave)

PICARD (voiceover):  Captain Log's, supplemental.  Well, as the saying goes,
"All's well that ends well".  It turns out that the Knight Sabers are indeed
our allies and they have promised not to be so secretive in the future. 
As much to as relief to me as well as a multitude of other officers, neither
Ensign Romanova or Miss Priss will ever set foot on MY ship again.

(Cut to a corridor, where we see Riker and McNickol is the hallway)

MCNIKCOL:  Commander, I want to apologize about how I behaved earlier.  I
felt that I acted very unprofessional and it really was unwarranted. 

RIKER:  You're forgiven.  I want to apologize myself...

MCNICKOL:  I guess this is one of those times where rank doesn't necessarily
refect your experience.  I've never had my own command, and I guess that
kinda hurts when it comes to being on a ship that is being commanded by
someone who HAD experience.

RIKER (nods):  Maybe you SHOULD have your own command.

MCNICKOL:  I guess I should consider it, but I still have bad feelings about
bossing people around and all that...

RIKER:  Well, although you may be unprofessional in some respects, you're
professional in others.  I thought you handled the Knight Sabers defense
well.

MCNICKOL:  Really?  Thank you, sir.  I guess being a historian is my strong
suit.  It'll probably be my contribution to the Federation for years to come.

RIKER:  Glad to hear it.  Have a safe journey back to Starbase 214.  And
say hi to Admiral Wong for me.

MCNICKOL:  Sure!

(McNickol steps into his quarters.  As he turns on the lights, he sees Priss
naked in the bed)

MCNICKOL:  Um, hi!  What are you doing?  Aren't you guys going to be leaving
with the Otaku soon?

PRISS:  Oh, I was wondering if you could...send me waves of...happiness
like you did the other night...I'm gonna miss you, y'know...

MCNICKOL:  Um, Priss, there was something I needed to tell you.

PRISS:  What?

MCNICKOL:  I'm kinda glad that you told me about Leon...

PRISS:  Why?  I'll probably never see him again...

MCNICKOL:  Well, there is something that...um, happened between you and
Leon in the year 2059.  Get dressed, I'll show you.

PRISS:  Huh?

(Priss puts on a robe and comes over to Jeff's terminal.  He punches up
the McNickol family tree.  He points to Priss the time of Leon's existence
in Mega-Tokyo.  Connected to Leon's name is a woman named "Priss".  Priss
suddenly gets the hint as she looks at it in shock)

MCNICKOL:  And I also have some really old marriage certificates that say
that you and Leon got married in the AD police building and you two had some-
thing like five kids.  Sorry, Priss, but I can't get involved with someone
who's already married!  Besides, you're a family link.  Um, do you have any-
thing to say?  Priss?  Priss?

(McNickol turns around and sees Priss on the floor, face up, eyes closed)

(Switch to the Enterprise bridge.  Picard is in the command chair per usual,
with Worf at secuity)

WORF:  Captain, we are being hailed by the Knight Saber ship.

PICARD:  Well, in order to be fair, we should NOT respond, but I guess since
this current crisis is over...open hailing frequencies, Mr. Worf.

(Sylia Stingray's face pops up on the viewscreen)

SYLIA:  Hello...Picard, is it?

PICARD:  Yes, this is Jean-Luc Picard.  You are Sylia Stingray?

SYLIA (nods):  I've heard...some things about you from Nene and Priss.  A
very...stubborn and...demanding person...

PICARD:  I guess that fits the bill.  I've never imagined that I would be
talking to a direct relative of Mackey Stingray.

SYLIA:  The Fourth, you mean.  How well did you know him?

PICARD:  I've chatted with him a few times.  I never had the...liberty
of knowing him that well.  A very eager person.  Always expected the best
out of his crew.  Too bad what happened to him happened.  He certainly
had the potential.

SYLIA:  The other Knight Sabers brought up the...notion that I would make
a good Starfleet captain.  What do you think?

PICARD:  Well, it would take a lot of hard work, of course.  Normally, you
can't just...become a captain at the snap of your fingers.  (suddenly 
thinks of Q for some reason)  But nevertheless...I presume that you ARE 
planning to stay in this century?

SYLIA:  We're not sure yet.  I'm gonna discuss it with the girls when we
get back to Earth.

PICARD:  You know, somehow...

SYLIA:  Yes?

PICARD:  Somehow, I have this feeling that...we are going to meet again.  
Very soon.
 
SYLIA:  Really?  Well, the feeling is...mutual.

(They both smile at each other)

SYLIA:  Well, I guess I should get ready to leave.

PICARD:  Very well.  Godspeed, and have a safe journey back to earth.

(The viewscreen goes back to stars.  Picard turns around and sees Riker
coming down the ramp)

RIKER (sitting in his chair):  I only caught the tail end of it, sir.

PICARD:  No matter.  Wasn't that personal, anyway.

RIKER:  So we foiled the Borg once more...although it was at the expense of
all those who were assimilated as well as some of our crewmembers.

PICARD:  Yes.  It would be hard for imagine what would've happened if those
Knight Sabers didn't show up.

RIKER:  Agreed.

PICARD:  Say...Number One?

RIKER:  Sir?

PICARD:  Do you think Miss Sylia Stingray would make a good captain?

(Cut to the Knight Saber ship.  The Knight Sabers are getting their things
together.)

SYLIA (looks at her panel):  Oh, we're being hailed by the USS Otaku.

(Sylia presses some keys on her panel and Captain Tommy Hwang's face
pop onto the screen)

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Are you guys ready to go yet?

SYLIA:  Almost.  We're gonna do a last second check.

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Okay, take your time...

(Suddenly, Admiral Kyson appears on the screen with Hwang)

ADMIRAL KYSON (to Hwang):  Hey, hurry up!  I want to go back to Earth!

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Sir, you can't tell me what to do anymore!  This is my
ship!

ADMIRAL KYSON:  I DON'T CARE!  You are a DORK and you know it!

(Now Admiral Conty appears with the other two)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  He's right, Admiral!  Let Captain Hwang do his job!

ADMIRAL KYSON:  How could you promote this first-class GEEZER to Captain!!?!?
He is a...

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Well, how could YOU fall asleep during a court case?

ADMIRAL KYSON:  You're not my friend anymore!  (rolls up his sleeve)

ADMIRAL CONTY:  Oh wow, we're going to see those weak muscles of yours!

ADMIRAL KYSON:  Why you...! 

(They start to fight with fists)

CAPTAIN HWANG:  Ooops.  Could you guys hurry up, perhaps?

SYLIA:  Sure.

(Soon, the Enterprise and the Fearless go in separate directions.  Next,
the Otaku and the KS ship goes off in the same direction)

(Cut to the KS ship)

NENE:  Wow, what an adventure.

PRISS:  I'm not too sure if I'd want to go through all this again...

NENE:  Hey, why not?  We're all used to the 24th century now, or are we?

SYLIA:  I think we need to discuss that when we get back.  Admiral Conty
told me that there is a way to go back in time but generally Starfleet
doesn't support such measures.

LINNA:  So we'll probably have to stay here?

SYLIA:  That what it APPEARS to be the case.  It's kinda hard to say at 
this point...

PRISS:  Actually, I'D like to stay here...

LINNA:  Why?

PRISS:  Jeff knows who I'm supposed to marry in the 21st century...

LINNA & NENE:  WHO?  WHO?  TELL US!

PRISS (reluctant):  Leon.

(Linna and Nene explode in hysterical laughter.  Sylia chuckles as well)

SYLIA:  I'd figure one of you would break one of the Knight Saber regulations
someday...of course, I kinda broke one today, so I guess I'll have to kill
myself...  (smiles)

LINNA:  Anyway, why not, Sylia?  You can be a captain of a Federation
starship, since Starfleet knows who we are...

SYLIA:  I don't know...

NENE:  I can be the first officer, Priss can be security, and Linna can be
the doctor!

LINNA:  Dammit, I'm an aerobics instructor, not a doctor!

(They laugh again)

SYLIA:  In any case, if we do stay here...I have a feeling that we'll probably
have lots more adventures in store.

LINNA:  Agreed.

NENE:  Speaking of which, how about adventures in good eating?  I'm hungry!

PRISS:  Oh no...

LINNA:  Ah, some things never change!  I do have something for you, Nene...

(Linna takes out a medium-sized bowl filled with worms and hands it to
Nene)

NENE:  Uhhh...I've SEEN this before...

LINNA:  It's a Klingon dish called "gagh".  C'mon, try it...

NENE (looks at it):  You know what?

(Priss and Linna stare at Nene)

NENE:  I'm not hungry anymore!

(They laugh again as the Knight Saber ship and the USS Otaku zoom off into
the distance)

                        T H E            E N D

BRIEF EPILOGUE:

Unfortunately, we will never know whether or not Nene ate her "gagh".

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