Showing posts with label Purpose. Show all posts
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Sunday 17 October 2021

Stay Where Thou Art












Captain's log, stardate 41153.7. 
Our Destination is Planet Deneb Four, 
beyond which lies the great 
unexplored mass of The Galaxy. 

My Orders are to examine Farpoint, 
a starbase built there 
by the inhabitants of that world. 

Meanwhile, I am becoming 
better acquainted 
with my new command, this 
Galaxy Class USS Enterprise. 

I am still somewhat in awe 
of its size and complexity. 
As for my crew, 
we are short in several 
key positions, 
most notably a first officer, 
but I am informed that 
a highly experienced man, 
one Commander William Riker, 
will be waiting to join Our Ship 
at our Deneb Four destination.

[Bridge]

PICARD
You will agree, Data, that 
Starfleet's orders are... difficult

DATA: 
Difficult? Simply, 
'Solve The Mystery 
of Farpoint Station.' 

PICARD: 
As simple as that. 

TROI
Farpoint Station. Even The Name 
sounds mysterious. 

PICARD: 
It's hardly simple, Data, 
to negotiate a friendly agreement 
for Starfleet to use The Base 
while at the same time snoop around 
finding how and why the life form there built it. 

DATA: 
Inquiry. The word 'snoop?' 

PICARD: 
Data, how can you be programmed 
as a virtual encyclopedia of human information 
without knowing a simple word like 'snoop'? 

DATA: 
A Possibility : A Kind of Human Behaviour 
I was not designed to emulate. 

PICARD: 
It means 'to Spy', 'to Sneak'. 

DATA: 
Ah! To seek covertly, to go stealthily, 
to slink, slither --

PICARD: 
Exactly, yes. 

DATA: 
Glide, creep, skulk, 
pussyfoot, gumshoe. 

TROI: 
Captain, I'm sensing a powerful mind. 

(Collision alert sounds

TORRES: 
Something strange on the detector circuits. 

(A massive barrier appears in front of them in space

DATA: 
It registers as solid, Captain. 

TROI: 
Or an incredibly powerful forcefield. 
But if we collide with either it could be very -- 

PICARD: 
Shut off that damned noise. 
Go to Yellow Alert. 

WORF: 
Shields and deflectors up, sir. 

(The barrier ripples like chain mail

PICARD: 
Reverse power, full stop. 

TORRES: 
Controls to full stop, sir. 
Now reading full stop, sir. 

(There's a flash of light, and an Elizabethan era soldier appears, complete with breast plate and plumed hat

Q.: 
Thou are notified that Thy Kind 
hath infiltrated The Galaxy too far already. 
Thou art directed to return 
to Thine Own Solar System immediately

PICARD: 
That's quite a directive. 
Would you mind identifying 
What You Are? 

Q.: 
We call ourselves The Q. 
Or Thou Mayst Call Me That. 
It's all much the same thing. 

(The same force barrier stops two people exiting the turbolift

Q .: 
I Present My Self to Thee as a fellow Ship's Captain, 
that Thou Mayst better understand me.
 
Go Back whence Thou camest. 
(to Helmsman
Stay Where Thou art! 

(And the helmsman is frozen solid, phaser in hand)

PICARD
Data, call medics. 

TROI: 
He's frozen! 

PICARD
He would not have injured You -- 
Do You recognise this, the stun setting? 

Q: 
Knowing Humans as Thou Dost, Captain, 
wouldst Thou be captured helpless by Them

Now, Go Back 
or Thou Shalt 
Most Certainly Die.

Captain's log, supplementary -- 
The frozen form of Lieutenant Torres 
has been rushed to sickbay. 

The Question, Now, is 
The Incredible Power 
of The Q.-Being. 

Do We Dare Oppose It?

[Bridge]

Q. : 
Captain, thy little centuries go by so rapidly. 
Perhaps thou will better understand this. 

(A flash of light and he is wearing a 20th century US military uniform, with a cigarette in his hand

Q.
Actually, The Issue at stake is Patriotism --
You must return to Your World 
and put an end to The Commies. 

All it takes is A Few Good Men. 

PICARD : 
What? That nonsense 
is centuries behind Us. 

Q.
But You can't deny that 
You're still a dangerous, 
Savage, Child-Race. 

PICARD: 
Most certainly I deny it. 
I agree we still were 
when humans wore costumes like
that, four hundred years ago. 

Q. : 
At which time you slaughtered millions 
in silly arguments about 
How to Divide The Resources 
of Your Little World. 

And four hundred years before that
You were murdering each other 
in quarrels over tribal God-Images. 

Since then,there are no indications 
that Humans will ever change. 


PICARD
But even when we wore costumes 
like that we'd already started 
to make rapid progress. 

Q: 
Oh yeah? You want to review your rapid progress? 

(Flash, and a change into a padded suit

Q. : 
Rapid progress, to where Humans learned 
to Control Their Military with drugs

WORF
Sir, sickbay reports 
Lieutenant Torres's 
condition is better. 

Q.
Oh, concern for one's fellow comrade --
How touching. 

WORF
And now a personal request, sir. 
Permission to clean up the bridge. 

TASHA
Lieutenant Worf is right, sir. 
As Security Chief I can't just stand here and let --

PICARD: 
Yes you can, Lieutenant Yar. 

Q. : 
(taking a snort of something
Oh, better. And later, on finally 
reaching Deep Space, 
Humans of course found Enemies 
to fight Out There, too

And to broaden those struggles 
You again found allies for still more murdering. 

The Same Old Story
all over again. 

PICARD
No. The Same Old Story is The One 
We're meeting now
Self-righteous life forms 
who are eager not to learn
but to Prosecute
to Judge anything 
They don't understand 
or can't tolerate. 

Q. : 
What an interesting idea : 
Prosecute and Judge
Suppose it turns out we understand 
You Humans only too well. 

PICARD: 
We've no fear of what the true facts about us will reveal. 

Q. : 
Facts about You? Splendid, splendid, Captain! 
You're a veritable 
Fountain of Good Ideas. 

There are preparations to make, 
but when we next meet, Captain, 
We'll proceed exactly 
as You suggest. 

(A flash and He is gone

WORF: 
Sir, respectfully submit, 
Our only Choice is to Fight. 

TASHA
Fight, or Try to Escape. 

PICARD: 
Sense anything, Commander? 

TROI: 
It's Mind is much Too Powerful. 
Recommend, We Avoid Contact. 

PICARD
From This Point, 
No Station aboard, 
repeat No Station
for any reason will 
make use of 
transmitted signals 
or intercom. 

We'll Try and Take Them 
by Surprise. 

Let's see what this 
Galaxy-class Starship can Do

(to Worf

Lieutenant, inform Engine Room 
to prepare for maximum acceleration. 

WORF
Aye, sir. 

PICARD: 
Records search, Data -- 
Results of detaching saucer-section 
at high-warp velocity. 

DATA
Inadvisable at any 
Warp Speed, sir. 

PICARD: 
Search Theoretical. 

DATA: 
It is possible, sir. 
But absolutely no 
margin for error. 

PICARD: 
Using print-out only, notify all decks 
to prepare for maximum acceleration. 

Now hear this, Maximum
You're entitled to know, 
means that We'll be 
pushing Our Engines 
well beyond safety limits. 

Our Hope is to surprise 
whatever That is Out There
try and outrun it. 

Our only other option is to 
tuck tail between our legs and 
Return to Earth as They demand. 

(Worf makes his trip to Engineering and back

WORF: 
Engine Room ready, sir. 

TROI: 
The Board shows Green, Captain. All Go. 

PICARD: 
Stand by -- Engage

(They swoop along and past The Barrier, which then turns into a ball and chases them

WORF: 
Velocity, Warp 9.2. 

DATA: 
Heading 351 mark 11, sir. 

PICARD: 
Steady on that. 

TASHA: 
The Hostile is now Giving Chase, sir. 
Accelerating fast. 

WORF
We're now at Warp 9.3, sir, 
which Takes Us past 
The Red Line, sir. 

PICARD: 
Continue accelerating. 
Counsellor, at This Point, 
I'm open to guesses about 
What We've just met. 

TROI: 
It it felt Like Something Beyond 
what We'd consider A Life Form. 

PICARD: 
Beyond? 

TROI: 
Very, very advanced, sir
or certainly very, very different

WORF: 
We're at 9.4, sir. 

TASHA: 
Hostile is now beginning 
to overtake Us, sir. 

PICARD: 
Are You Sure? 

DATA
Hostile's velocity is already 
Warp 9.6, sir. 
Shall I put Them on the main viewer? 

PICARD: 
Reverse angle. 

DATA: 
Magnifying viewer image. 

TASHA
Hostile's velocity is 9.7, sir. 

PICARD: 
Worf, inform The Engine Room 
We need more

DATA: 
Engine Room attempting 
to comply, sir, 
but They caution Us... 

PICARD
Go to Yellow Alert. 
Arm aft photon torpedoes. 
Place them on ready status. 

TASHA: 
Torpedoes to ready, sir. 

TASHA: 
Hostile now at Warp 9.8, sir. 

WORF
Our Velocity is only 9.5, sir. 

DATA
Projection, sir -- We may be able 
to match Hostile's 9.8, sir. 
But at extreme risk

TASHA: 
Now reading The Hostile 
at Warp 9.9, sir. 

PICARD: 
Now hear this. 
Print-out message, urgent, 
all stations on all decks. 
Prepare for emergency saucer sever. 
You will command the saucer section, Lieutenant. 

WORF
I am a Klingon, sir. 
For me to seek escape when 
My Captain goes into battle —

PICARD
You are a Starfleet officer, Lieutenant. 

WORF
Aye, sir. 

PICARD
Make The Mark, Data. 
Note in Ship's log 
that at this StarTime, 
I'm Transferring Command to 
The Battle Bridge. 

(Picard, Data, Yar and Troi 
leave the Bridge to unnamed crew)


Captain's log, StarDate 41153.7
Preparing to detach saucer section. so that families and the majority of the ship's company can seek relative safety while the vessel's stardrive, containing The Battle Bridge and main armaments
will turn back and confront the mystery that is threatening us.

[Battle Bridge]
(Families of various races make their way along corridors as the bridge crew settle into a more compact Bridge)

PICARD: 
Lieutenant, Your Torpedoes must detonate 
close enough to the hostile 
to blind it at the moment we separate. 

TASHA: 
Understood, sir. 

TROI: 
All decks acknowledging, sir. 
PICARD: 
Worf, this is the Captain.

[Bridge]

PICARD : 
At the moment of separation, 
we will reverse power just enough 
to get your saucer section out ahead and clear of us. 

WORF: 
Understood, Captain.

[Battle Bridge]

TASHA
Torpedoes away, sir. 

(Eight red dots shoot out from the stern

PICARD: 
Begin Countdown. Mark. 

DATA: 
Starship separation in six, five, 
four, three, two, one. 

(Gracefully, the huge saucer lifts away from the body of the ship

DATA: 
Separation is Successful, sir. 


(The main body does a hand-brake turn and heads back to their pursuer. The torpedoes detonate.

TASHA
Torpedoes have detonated, sir. 

PICARD: 
Let's come to a stop. 
Reverse power. 

DATA: 
Reverse power. 
Decelerating. 

PICARD: 
Dead Stop. 
We'll hold this position 
and wait for Them. 

TROI: 
That will bring them here in just minutes, sir. 

TASHA
Will we make A Fight of it, Captain? 
If We can at least damage Their Ship 
we'll have a chance 

PICARD
Lieutenant, are You recommending 
we fight a life form that can do 
all those things? 

I'd Like to Hear Your Advice. 

TASHA : 
I Spoke before I Thought, sir. 
We should look for some way 
to distract Them from 
going after The Saucer. 

O'BRIEN
All forward motion stopped, sir. 

PICARD
Thank you, Conn. 
Commander, Signal The Following, 
in All Languages 
and on All Frequencies. 

We Surrender

State that We are not asking 
for any terms or conditions. 

TROI: 
Aye, sir. 
All language forms and frequencies. 

Wednesday 29 June 2016

Serve the Black Dot

You were warned :

"Blessèd R The Meek, 4 They Shall Inherit The Earth"



You were told :

"Serve The Servants, o yeah"

She hides Her true power....

Melchizedek, The Dark Messenger
The Black Muse



Serve The Black Dot.

Or She Will Eat U....

Marge Gunderson had one of these on her head....




Thanx 4 the Good Weather
There is a Tropical Storm out 2 sea and She's gathering speed....

Melchizedek, The Dark Messenger

This my calling in Life, while I am Here, in The World - 


I am a Priest Forever in the Order of Melchizedek.

I know my place. This is my purpose.



Have an ice cream.

It's nearly Sundae.