Thursday, 11 March 2021
Superman Red/Superman Blue
VERGER
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Wednesday, 10 March 2021
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Tuesday, 9 March 2021
ANNE HUTCHINSON
Monday, 8 March 2021
Evil Robot Hand
Nathan:
These Reevaluations are always a bit of a mixed blessing.
Sad as we lose one of our own.
But also hopeful as we turn towards The Future and -
promote one of our own.
Lilah. You have made a lot of great contributions
and I know you have tried your very, very best...
Lilah:
No!
She scrabbles for her purse,
but Lindsey puts his hands over hers.
Lindsey:
Lilah. Please.
(Lilah stops and looks at him)
They chose me. I'm clearly The Guy.
Nathan Reed:
Yes, you are.
Lindsey to Lilah:
You could've had it.
But you didn't have what it takes.
Lindsey raises his right hand up and Lilah jumps, letting out a little scream as he wriggles his fingers.
Lindsey almost laughing:
An Evil Robot Hand.
I mean, come on, who here does, huh?
(Gets up and motions towards a guy across from him at the table)
Leon doesn't.
Charlie doesn't.
(Ruffles the hair of the guy sitting on Lilah's other side, and looks at Nathan)
You do know you gave me An Evil Robot Hand, right?
(Nathan doesn't move)
I've been writing 'Kill, kill, kill' on everything.
It's crazy. It's crazy.
ANYTHING could happen!
Nathan to the guard
Allen.
Lindsey:
Allen, how are you?
Allen reaches for his gun, but Lindsey slugs him, sending his ear-piece dangling down his neck, and grabs the gun Allan is reaching for and presses it into the guards chest.
Allen raises his hands.
Lindsey:
Uh-oh.
Shoots the guard in the foot while looking at Nathan.
Lindsey:
Uh, that's gonna hurt in the morning!
Allen is hopping around on one foot and Lindsey pushes him to the floor before waving the gun at the people sitting around the table.
Lindsey:
Stop, Evil Hand, stop it.
Fires of a few shots in Nathan's direction shattering some pottery behind him and making Nathan flinch a bit.
Lindsey grinning:
I just can't control my evil hand.
(Walks up to Nathan's end of the table)
Nathan, I'm so proud that you chose me.
(Ruffles Charlie's hair as he walks past him)
Charlie!
If I would have been in your shoes -
I would have chosen Lilah.
(Lilah turns to stare at Lindsey)
Let me tell you why.
Do you have any idea of the hours this chick has logged in? Huh?
The files she has on you guys? Deep stuff.
Ronnie, your stock manipulations,
Nathan's little offshore accounts...
Can you imagine if something were to happen to this girl and those files got back to The Senior Partners?
They'd eat you alive!
(Lilah looks at him with a frown)
She's been working overtime, boys.
She's everything you ever dreamed off.
Lilah is Your Guy. Me -
(leans down on the table next to Nathan, who looks straight ahead)
I'm unreliable. I've got these evil hand issues -
and I'm bored with this crap.
And besides, I'm leaving, so -
if you wanna chase me, be my guest,
and remember (holds up his hand) Evil.
(Knocks on the table with his right hand.)
Charlie.
Lindsey quietly to Lilah as he passes her:
Good luck.
Lilah jumps, putting a hand over her mouth then turns to stare at Lindsey as he walks towards the door.
He gives her a big grin, and waves his right hand in the air.
Lindsey:
Evil.
Lilah stands and stares as the door closes behind Lindsey.
Nathan:
Well. Let's amend the minutes.
Lilah Morgan was promoted.
And, uh, someone call an ambulance.
Berlioz.
Captains log, stardate 50893.5.
The moment I have dreaded for nearly six years has finally arrived.
The Borg, our most lethal enemy have begun an invasion of the Federation, and this time there may be no stopping them.
[Enterprise-E observation lounge]
RIKER:
How many ships?
PICARD:
One, and it's on a direct course for Earth.
It'll cross the Federation border in less than an hour.
Admiral Hayes is mobilising a fleet in the Typhon sector.
DATA:
At maximum warp it will take us three hours twenty-five minutes.
PICARD:
We're not going.
RIKER:
What do you mean,
'We're not going'?
PICARD:
Our orders are to patrol the Neutral Zone, in case the Romulans decide to take advantage of the situation.
TROI:
The Romulans?
DATA:
Captain, there has been no unusual activity along the Romulan border for nine months.
It seems highly unlikely they would choose this moment to start a conflict.
CRUSHER:
Does Starfleet feel we need more shakedown time?
LAFORGE:
Captain, we've been out in space for nearly a year now.
We're ready!
The Enterprise-E is the most advanced starship in the fleet.
We should be on the front line.
PICARD:
I have gone over all this with Starfleet Command.
Their orders stand.
...Number One, set a course for the Neutral Zone
[Picard's quarters]
(classical music is playing SO LOUDLY, it would RATTLE ya ANCESTORS..!! — Riker enters with a PADD.)
RIKER:
Bizet?
Picard:
Berlioz.
What do you have?
RIKER:
We've finished our first sensor sweep of the Neutral Zone.
PICARD:
Oh, fascinating —
Twenty particles of space dust per cubic metre.
Fifty-two ultra-violet radiation spikes and a class two comet.
Well, this is certainly worthy of our attention.
RIKER:
Captain, why are we out here chasing comets?
PICARD:
Let's just say that Starfleet has every confidence in the Enterprise and her crew —
They're just not sure about her Captain.
They believe that a man who was once captured and assimilated by the Borg should not be put in a situation where he would face them again.
To do so would introduce an unstable element to a critical situation
RIKER:
That's ridiculous!
Your experience of the Borg makes you the perfect man to lead this fight.
PICARD:
Admiral Hayes disagrees.
TROI (on intercom):
Bridge to Captain Picard.
PICARD:
Go ahead.
TROI (on intercom):
We've just received word from the fleet.
They've engaged the Borg.
[Enterprise-E bridge]
PICARD:
Data, put Starfleet frequency one four eight six on audio.
DATA:
Aye sir.
FLEET COMMUNICATIONS:
Flagship to Endeavor.
Standby to engage at grid A-fifteen.
...Defiant and Bozeman, fall back to mobile position one.
...Acknowledge.
...We have it in visual range.
A Borg cube on course zero point two one five, speed warp point nine six.
BORG COMMUNICATIONS:
We are The Borg.
Lower your shields and surrender your ships.
We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own.
Your culture will adapt to service us.
Resistance is futile.
FLEET COMMUNICATIONS:
All units open fire.
...They've broken through the defence perimeter.
... Continue to attack.
...We need reinforcements. ...Ninety-six dead and twenty-two wounded on the Lexington.
PICARD:
Lieutenant Hawk.
Set a course for Earth.
HAWK:
Aye sir.
PICARD:
Maximum warp.
...I am about to commit a direct violation of our orders.
Any of you who wish to object should do so now —
It will be noted in my log.
DATA:
Captain, I believe I speak for everyone here, sir, when I say :
...to HELL with Our Orders.
RIKER:
RED ALERT!
All hands to battle stations.
PICARD:
Engage.
O echoing valley,
Where, at the break of day,
I once wandered singing, alas!
Will he ever sing again beneath your great woods,
Poor Hylas?
Rock gently upon your sublime breast,
O mighty sea, the child of Dindymus.
O cool bower,
Beloved refuge
From the fires of the day, alas!
When shall you give back your scented shade
To poor Hylas?
Rock gently upon your sublime breast,
O mighty sea, the child of Dindymus.
O humble dwelling,
Where I received
My mother's farewell, alas!
Will he see your happy poverty once more,
Poor Hylas?
Rock gently upon your sublime breast,
O mighty sea, the child....