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ZkinandBonez said:

Included with the Millennium Falcon set however is a man called Tasu Leech

Yet another silly TFA name to add to the list of silly TFA names. Is that the sixth one, now? Seventh?

You could even say, now there are two of them! 

INT. MANTILLES – APARTMENT COMPLEX/KIRK’S APARTMENT – DAWN

In the early hours of the Mantillian dawn, as the first dull rays of sunlight begin to filter in through the small, one-room apartment’s window blinds, James Kirk – dressed in black jackboots, trousers, and undershirt – stands over a small suitcase, loading his few possessions – a couple microtapes, an ancient pre-Eugenic Wars family Bible, a thin sheaf of family photos, and one hand-written letter – into it.

KIRK: Computer.

COMPUTER: Ready.

KIRK: Close out my account here.

COMPUTER: Done.

Closing the suitcase, Kirk walks over to a chair and pulls a Starfleet jacket – gold instead of gray – off of it. As he pulls it on and zips it closed, we can tell by the rank pin secured to his left breast and the braids embroidered on his sleeves that he is no longer a colonel; he has been promoted to the rank of captain.

Returning to his suitcase, he picks it up then leaves the apartment without a single look back.

EXT. FEDERATION TEACHING HOSPITAL – DAWN

Stepping out of a taxi, Kirk finds himself standing before the Federation Teaching Hospital, a short but wide building with a pristine exterior of whitewashed walls and sparkling clean windows.

Approaching the hospital, Kirk climbs the steps to the front entrance.

SUPERIMPOSE: THESE ARE THE VOYAGES …

INT. FEDERATION TEACHING HOSPITAL/REGENERATION WARD – DAWN

Entering the ward, Kirk makes his way over to a long, transparent regeneration tank. Lying inside the tank, immersed up to his neck in a green regenerative gel, is the Andorian Thelin; though his burns have healed, he remains unconscious, in a deep coma.

Sitting down in a chair beside the tank, Kirk locks a pained gaze upon his subordinate.

KIRK: They keep telling me you’ll wake up soon. I hope it’s true. You’ve been here too long, and it isn’t fair. (beat) They also claim you can’t hear me because of the drugs, but they’re wrong. I don’t care if they think I’m nuts to talk to you. (beat) I saw it all going wrong at Ghioghe. I still can’t believe Sieren could make a mistake like that. I saw – this is going to sound weird, Thelin, I know it, but I saw the pattern of what was happening. I knew that if everyone would calm down for thirty seconds, if all the commanders held their fire for another minute, the crisis would pass. But it didn’t happen that way. (shakes his head) Lord, I admired Sieren. (beat) I saw the pattern, I knew how to fix it, but I couldn’t do anything and it all went wrong. Is that how it was for Sieren? Is that how it would have been for me, if I had been in command? Efros could have turned out just the same, but it didn’t. We came out of that one covered in glory and holding a peace treaty. Was that just good luck?

Kirk rises from his chair.

KIRK: It’s alright. Sleep, get well. I have to leave for Starbase 95 soon to begin my assignment on the Enterprise, but I’ll check in to see how you’re doing as often as I can, my friend. I promise.

At that moment, Christine Chapel, a handsome blonde woman dressed in a blue nurse’s uniform, enters the room, a clipboard-sized PADD cradled under her right arm.

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: Good morning, Captain.

Kirk doesn’t seem to hear her.

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: Captain?

Finally noticing her, the captain turns around to acknowledge the young nurse.

KIRK: Sorry, Ms. Chapel. I’m still not used to being addressed to as “captain”. Good morning.

The nurse approaches the captain.

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: The biotelemetry on Maj. Thelin is very encouraging. I thought you’d like to know.

KIRK: Then why doesn’t he wake up?

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: He will. (beat) When he’s ready.

Chapel calls the information on Thelin’s current medical condition up on her PADD, then hands the device over to Kirk. Accepting it, he reads it over.

KIRK: (smiles) I see he has the heart of an eighteen-year-old.

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: (grins) Yes – in a jar on his closet shelf. (beat) He will be alright, Captain. I promise you that.

KIRK: Thank you, Ms. Chapel.

Deactivating the PADD, the captain hands it back to the nurse.

KIRK: (cont’d) Ms. Chapel …

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: Yes, Captain?

KIRK: Would you do me a favour?

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: If I can.

KIRK: I know it isn’t supposed to make any difference, but I keep remembering the time before I woke up. I could hear things – or thought I could hear – but I couldn’t open my eyes and I didn’t know where I was or what had happened to me. While Thelin’s still asleep, could you … talk to him? Tell him he’s going to be alright ….

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: (touches Kirk’s arm reassuringly) Of course I will.

KIRK: Thank you. (beat) I’m supposed to report to Starbase 95 soon. I’d like to leave a note --?

CHRISTINE CHAPEL: You can use the office in back.

INT. FEDERATION TEACHING HOSPITAL/REGENERATION WARD/OFFICE – DAWN

As Kirk steps into the office, he finds two individuals, engaged in conversation, standing there, their backs turned to him. Both female, one is a near-Human doctor with radiant blue-green eyes and silver hair while the other is a young Human woman with short blond hair

SILVER HAIRED DOCTOR: (cont’d) No, of course not. It’s just – (notices Kirk standing there behind them) Why, Capt. Kirk! How nice to see you looking so well!

The blonde – CAROL MARCUS – spins around upon hearing that name.

CAROL MARCUS: Jim!

KIRK: Hello, Carol.

SILVER HAIRED DOCTOR: (to Carol) Talk to you later.

The doctor leaves so the two Humans can converse in private.

CAROL MARCUS: How are you feeling, Jim?

KIRK: (ignores her question) It’s wonderful to see you. I have to leave soon. Can we … I’d like to talk to you. Would you have a drink with me?

CAROL MARCUS: It’s too early in the day for a drink, Jim ….

KIRK: Oh, of course!

CAROL MARCUS: (cont’d) But I will go for a walk with you.

EXT. PARK – DAY

Mantilles’ sun has risen high in the western sky, and it casts its red rays down over the beautiful orange foliage of the park.

Kirk and Carol walk together along a narrow dirt path, hand-in-hand.

CAROL MARCUS: We are still friends, I hope.

KIRK: I hope so, too.

CAROL MARCUS: Are you sleeping any better?

Kirk hesitates too long before answering.

KIRK: I’m sleeping fine.

CAROL MARCUS: If you want to talk about it ….

KIRK: (flustered) No, I don’t want to talk about it! (more gently) No, I don’t want to talk about it.

They soon reach a small lake. As they take a seat on a bench close to the shore, a number of small, violet cephalopods rise out of the water and begin to flail their short tentacles about in search of a handout.

CAROL MARCUS: (looking upon the cephalopods) We always forget to bring them anything. How many times have we walked here? We always meant to bring them some bread, but we never did.

KIRK: We had … other things on our minds.

CAROL MARCUS: Yes ….

KIRK: (frustrated) Carol, there’s got to be someway --!

He cuts himself off when he notices her tense up.

CAROL MARCUS: Such as what?

KIRK: We could … we could get married.

She turns to face him.

CAROL MARCUS: What?

KIRK: Let’s get married. Come with me to Starbase 95. Gen. Noguchi could perform the ceremony.

CAROL MARCUS: But why marriage, for heaven’s sake?

KIRK: That’s the way we do it in my family.

CAROL MARCUS: Not in mine. (beat) And anyway, it still wouldn’t work.

KIRK: It’s worked for quite a number of millennia. (beat) Carol, I love you. You love me. You’re the person I’d most want to be with if I were stranded on a desert planet. We have fun together – remember when we went to the dock and snuck on board the Majel for our own private tour – (notices her strange expression) It’s true.

CAROL MARCUS: Yes, it’s true, and I have missed you. The house is awfully quiet without you.

KIRK: (smiles hopefully) Then you’ll do it?

CAROL MARCUS: (shakes her head) No. We talked about this too many times. No matter what we do, it wouldn’t make any difference. I can’t be with you and you can’t be with me.

KIRK: But I could. I could transfer to headquarters –

CAROL MARCUS: Jim ….

The pretty young woman takes both of Kirk’s hands in hers and gazes deeply into his eyes.

CAROL MARCUS: (cont’d) I remember how you felt when you found out you were getting command of the Enterprise. Do you think anyone who loved you would want to take that away from you? Do you think you could love anyone who tried?

KIRK: (voice breaking) I love you. I don’t want to lose you.

CAROL MARCUS: I don’t want to lose you, either, but I lost you before I ever met you. (a tear runs down from her eye) I can get used to the quiet. I can’t get used to having you back for a few weeks at a time and losing you over-and-over-and-over again.

KIRK: (miserable) I know you’re right. I just ….

Tears running down both their faces, they kiss for the final time. Carol then holds him to her, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as he weeps.

CAROL MARCUS: (crying) I love you, too, Jim, but we don’t live on a desert planet.

There was some discussion on this topic sometime back in this thread:

http://originaltrilogy.com/forum/topic.cfm/Implied-starting-date-of-the-Empire-from-OT-dialogue/topic/17700/

That thread focused on the OT, though, and didn't really delve into the EU. IMO, the early EU was somewhat inconsistent in regards to the timeframe of the Empire's formation. Some writers -- like Zahn -- went with a c. 50 BBY date, while others seemed to go with a shorter c. 18 BBY date.

timdiggerm said:

Maybe after you read the book for awhile, the style grows on you.

Like a vine on a wall.

Or a malignant tumour. 

RicOlie_2 said:

"He won't have but a second''?! How did this book make it through editing?

I doubt they even bothered sending it to an editor. 

Ryan McAvoy said:

This Studio-Canal release of 'Escape from new york'...

Badly upscaled from the DVD, then DNR'd, then sharpened, so it actually looks much lower resolution than the DVD. Such a disaster that Amazon just gave me my money back without even asking me to bother returning the disc. By far and away the worst BR I've seen to date.

Just looking at that atrocious cover convinces me its a shoddy release. 

Well, how about it? Let's get a revolver, a single bullet, and go for a spin! I'm sure we'll have a blast!

FADE IN

On Ghioghe, a roughly Earth-sized planet covered in large mauve landmasses and medium-sized turquoise oceans.

Glowing with an almost eerie radiance in the pitch black of space, its sun burning chartreuse in the distance, Ghioghe has in its orbit thirteen starships; three of these ships – the Federation-class dreadnought Entente, the Detroyat-class heavy destroyer Sardaukar, and the Newton-class starship Lydia Sutherland – belong to the United Federation of Worlds while the remaining ten – an assortment of sinister-looking frigates, corvettes, and destroyers – belong to Ghioghe’s native race.

The two sides are locked in battle, and the Federation ships – outnumbered, outgunned – are losing the fight.

INT. LYDIA SUTHERLAND/BRIDGE

Buffeted by weapons’ fire from the enemy vessels, the starship rattles violently. Though they try to hold on to a facade of cool-headedness, the officers of the bridge crew grow visibly anxious as the odds fall further and further out of their favour.

Seated in the command chair, dressed in the shiny black jackboots, black trousers, green undershirt, and gray jacket of a Starfleet commanding officer, is COLONEL JAMES R. KIRK. Well-built, handsome, with a square jaw and dark blond hair, Kirk is a Human male who glows with an intense, fierce determination which belies his young age of thirty-one years.

KIRK: Ens. Cojji, go to 090-mark-90! Lt. Rlad, target the corvette’s portside engines and fire phasers, maximum power!

Located directly ahead of the command chair are the navigation, tactical, and helm stations. Behind these stations sit three individuals – a gracile Andorian male; a stocky Tellarite male; and a Human female – all dressed in uniforms similar to Kirk’s safe for beige undershirts in place of green. Cojji and Rlad – the Human and Tellarite, respectively – obey their commanding officer with silent acknowledgement.

EXT. SPACE – GHIOGHE

As the Lydia Sutherland moves into position, twin azure beams flash out from the starship’s forward phasers, converging upon the portside engines of the blade-shaped corvette directly before them. Within seconds, the port engines go critical and explode, sending the craft into a spin which sends it careening into another Ghioghe corvette, demolishing both with a brilliant explosion.

Before the Sutherland can reorient itself, two Ghioghe destroyers – one coming down from above, the other up from below – zero in on the Newton-class starship and open fire with their energy weapons. Six purple beams slam into the starship’s deflector shields, overwhelm them, and then slice on through the forward section.

INT. LYDIA SUTHERLAND/BRIDGE

With showers of sparks, several control panels explode. Several officers, caught in the blast, are blown out of their seats. The lights aboard the bridge begin to flicker erratically.

KIRK: Damage report!

Unfortunately for the colonel, most of the bridge crew now lie strew about the bridge deck unconscious, dying, or dead; the science officer – a semi-Human with iridescent scales – can be counted among the latter third.

Pressing a button set into one of his chair’s armrests, Kirk activates the red alert and klaxons begin to blare throughout the ship. Getting up from his seat, Kirk then quickly moves forward to the navigation, tactical, and helm stations. Rlad and Cojji – bodies charred black from the blasts – are dead, but Thelin – the Andorian – while covered in severe burns of his own, seems to have escaped the brunt of the explosion and remains breathing.

Bringing up his left arm, Kirk activates the comcorder secured to his wrist.

KIRK: (into comcorder) Medical personnel, report to the bridge! We have injured here!

EXT. SPACE – GHIOGHE

The two Ghioghe destroyers, having reoriented themselves, move in upon the Lydia Sutherland again, opening fire with their purple beams. This time the beams cut into the engines of the ship.

INT. LYDIA SUTHERLAND/BRIDGE

With a terrific explosion, violent shocks resound through the length of the ship into the bridge. Thrown clear off his feet, Kirk is sent forward into the forward viewscreen. Hitting the transparent aluminum surface at an odd angle, he then collapses to the deck, face bloody and eyes closed. The internal lighting and artificial gravity then go out as the ship’s power fails.

EXT. SPACE – GHIOGHE

With one of their own hopelessly crippled, the Entente and Sardaukar decide now is the time to hightail it out of the system.

Coming to the Sutherland’s aid, the Entente passes over the Newton-class starship like an avenging angel, training its phaser banks on the two Ghioghe destroyers; opening fire, the Federation-class dreadnought decimates the ships completely.

Catching the Lydia Sutherland in its tractor beam, the Entente, along with the Sardaukar, turn away from the enemy fleet and head away from the planet. Once they have cleared some distance, the three Federation craft jump to the safety of warp.

INT. LYDIA SUTHERLAND/TRANSPORTER ROOM

At the back end of the room, built into its own alcove, is the ship’s transporter. Consisting of two separate components – a round pad set in the floor and a round projector set in the ceiling – it is connected to its own generator, leaving it ready for operation even though the rest of the Sutherland’s systems have gone dead.

A large tube of blue energy suddenly manifests within the transporter. Energized particles quickly pool within the tube, coalescing into sixteen distinct shapes. The radiant shapes – all more-or-less humanoid – lose their glow as they become conventional matter. With the transport process completed, the tube dissipates, leaving a rescue party of SIXTEEN STARFLEET PERSONNEL – all dressed in hermetically sealed environment suits – standing there with various medical equipment on hand.

Without gravity to hold them in place, the new arrivals begin to float up from the pad. Reaching for their suits’ controls, they activate the magnetic soles in their boots and are immediately pulled back down. They then activate the lamps attached to their helmets to bring some light to the dark interior.

Bringing up their left arm, one of the suited figures presses another of their suit’s controls; in the blink of an eye, a rectangular holographic display covered in technical readouts springs to life from a small projector affixed to their wrist.

PARTY MEMBER #1: Atmospheric readings are normal; the hull wasn’t compromised, at least not on this section of the ship.

PARTY LEADER: We needn’t take any chances. Leave your helmets on. (beat) Signal the Entente and tell them to send the next party through. There’re a lot of injured people here that need our assistance.

Stepping off the transporter pad, the rescue party moves out to explore the rest of the ship.

INT. LYDIA SUTHERLAND/BRIDGE

Pulling open the bridge door, the party members step inside, where they find the bridge crew members – the dead and the barely alive – floating about like prone, motionless ghosts. Moving inward, taking care to locate and administer aid to the survivors, they soon come upon the form of Col. Kirk himself.

FADE OUT

BEGIN OPENING CREDITS

FADE IN

On a black starfield.

Travelling through this starfield, we pass by several exotic planets and colourful nebulae until we finally come to focus on the Constitution-class starship USS Enterprise.

KIRK: (V.O.) The Delta Sector: a vast expanse of space bordered on three sides by the United Federation of Worlds, Klingon Empire, and Romulan Star Empire; lightly charted and largely unexplored, it is the latest great frontier of the known galaxy. My name is James R. Kirk, and I am the captain of the Federation starship Enterprise. Our five-year mission: to patrol our border with the sector, to offer aid and assistance to our outlying outposts and colonies, to curb the schemes and machinations of our enemies, and to ultimately go where no man has gone before.

The Enterprise vanishes from sight as it goes to warp.

STAR TREK

Starring

WILLIAM SHATNER as CAPT. JAMES R. KIRK

GARY LOCKWOOD as MAJ. GARY MITCHELL

LEONARD NIMOY as MAJ. S’POCK

PAUL FIX as DR. MARK PIPER

JAMES DOOHAN as MAJ. MONTGOMERY SCOTT

NICHELLE NICHOLS as 1ST LT. NYOTA UHURA

GEORGE TAKEI as 1ST LT. HIKARU SULU

JEAN SIMMONS as 1ST LT. HADIA RUAN

and GRACE LEE WHITNEY as YN. JANICE RAND

END OPENING CREDITS

For a couple years now – ever since I finished watching Star Trek: TOS for the first time – I’ve had the desire to create my own reboot for the Star Trek Universe. This isn’t because I think the show or its movies suck – far from it, in fact – but because I felt that the series, for all its good characters and stories, never really realized its full potential, hampered as it was by storytelling conventions and technological limitations of 1960s television.

Since I was only recently acquainted with the ST Universe at the time, I didn’t feel comfortable writing the first story in a ST reboot right then and there; I was afraid I’d fail in doing the characters justice without a proper handle on their voices. I’m still afraid I’ll fumble the ball, so to speak, but the desire to start upon this reboot has been growing ever-stronger for months now, so I feel I have to make this first attempt or I’ll explode.

The name of this story is “These Are the Voyages”, and it is to be the pilot episode of this reboot series. I’m using two separate stories – the novel Enterprise: The First Adventure and the comic “All Those Years Ago …” – as sources of inspiration for the plot, but ultimately I hope it will be its own story.

My end goal is to write five 13-episode seasons for ST: TDS and, eventually, move on to reboots for TNG and DS9. Since I’m operating alone, that’s going to be a daunting task, so I probably won’t get that far. Nothing ventured, though, nothing gained …

^You better be referring to the Sulu picture, mister, 'cause my avatar is the most beautiful thing in this or any world.

^LOL

I don't know why little children would be posting on YouTube in the first place.

In any case, I'd hope said children would have better manners than Supermartyoh's examples.

JEDIT: And just so we're all clear, I don't really advocate lobotomizing individuals, not even obnoxious Internet morons. Putting them over the knee and beating their rears raw with a wooden paddle is much more constructive*.

*The Internet morons, that is, not children or mentally disabled individuals.

^All the more reason YouTube should be designed to automatically detect and lobotomize* anyone trying to create an account who doesn't have a third grade reading level or higher.

*Or block -- whichever one's more ethically sound.

Leonardo said:

"Why the slave outfit? I don't have any answers"

Well maybe because it was in the bloody movie you cretin.

What's the matter with these people??? They were alive when "Return of the Jedi" came out, this doesn't compute!

He was obviously too cool for those silly Spock movies, so he never bothered seeing it back in the day (or any day after, for that matter). 

EyeShotFirst said:

Facebook and twitter are the most bland and outright ugly websites in the popular realm of the internet, yet people stare at those ugly interfaces for hours.

"Not I".

RicOlie_2 said:

There are too many well-known good books to read to bother reading through the mess of the EU and nuEU just to enjoy the occasional good one (not that they're mostly bad, just mostly mediocre).

Indeed. Looking back on all the lame/crappy SW novels and comics I've read lately, I find myself scratching my head as to why I've been pushing Ray Bradbury, C. S. Lewis, Isaac Asimov, and Richard Matheson -- authors whose works I'm very interested in reading -- aside for uninspired tripe like that.

After I read The Han Solo Trilogy, The Lando Calrissian Adventures, and Timothy Zahn's last three SW novels, I think I'm going to end my exploration of the Expanded Universe. There's just no fun to be had with it anymore.

Supermartyoh said:

I do have to say though, some of the moronathons here (from the trolls and elbows) are LOL worthy!

Someone finally finds me LOL worthy ...

Note to Disney: get the above made into a movie YESTERDAY.

It's not ugly, just alternatively beautiful*.

*From an alternate point of view.

Everyone's right about everyone being right about everything.

team_every

Well, I just skimmed through part of that Aftermath excerpt, and it felt like I was reading a bad R. L. Stine novel dictated by William Shatner.

Any lingering hopes I had of the nuEU turning out better than the old are now having their last rites read to them.

I don't know about any of the novels, but the Rogue Squadron comics showed the Coruscanti insurrectionists being rounded up and shot by stormtroopers.

Why anyone would stick an active lightsaber in their mouth is beyond me.