Starship Farragut (2007) s01e01 Episode Script

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Brought in to Quintilis.
Come in, Quintilis.
Brought in to Quintilis.
Come in, Quintilis.
Quintilis here.
This is Captain Jennings.
We still can't seem to contact Survey
Data.
We're not having much better luck up here,
Commodore.
Captain, Commander Nash here.
Haven't my modifications made any
difference?
Negative, Number One.
Scanners are only functioning at 15%
efficiency.
How about the tricorders?
About the same.
Wait a minute.
Look at this, Commodore.
We're getting some really strange energy
readings down here.
We're getting the same thing up here.
Look, Jennings.
We need to coordinate this situation.
Commodore, look out!
Commodore?
Commodore!
Number One!
What the hell is going on down there?
Transporter Room, lock onto their signal!
200,000 kilometers to port, sir!
Look!
Dear God!
Shields!
Evasive maneuvers!
Shuttlecraft Sagan to Farragut.
Arrival in two minutes.
Acknowledge, Sagan.
Shuttle bay doors are open.
Proceed on course.
Zicklin.
Hey, Captain.
Welcome aboard.
Thank you.
Permission to come aboard, Admiral.
Come.
R.T.
Hello, Jack.
It's good to see you.
Good seeing you.
I've been up to my neck in Starfleet brass
all day.
Where's Mike?
You know her.
She's probably already in engineering.
Better watch out, Captain,
before she decides to
disassemble and rebuild
the Farragut's engines.
That's funny.
What?
When you said Captain, I almost expected
Captain Wilcox to come strolling down.
Well, you better get used to it.
Just don't expect me to call you sir.
I used to call you sir, Commander.
Been decorating?
Yeah, it's a gift from Captain Alvarez.
Captain Carter.
Always remember who she was named for.
Take good care of her, and she'll always
bring you home.
My best to you and your crew.
Captain Emilio Alvarez, USS Farragut,
retired.
Huh.
I'd always thought he was that old
military man.
By-the-book kind of guy.
Never expected him to be a sentimental
type.
Things change when you lose your legs in
an accident.
Bridge to Captain Carter.
Carter here.
Captain, I have a Code One priority
message for you.
Priority One?
While in space, Doc?
Send it through.
Identified.
Carter, John T.
4735 Gamma.
Access approved.
Admiral Wainwright!
Congratulations, Jack.
Sorry I haven't called earlier.
No problem, Admiral.
I wish this was just a courtesy call.
I hate to put you on the spot,
but what do you recall about me?
The Atoma 3.
The Atoma 3 is an uninhabited planet near
the Cleon border.
Recently, I heard that
Starfleet was concerning
the establishment of a
permanent outpost there.
We were.
Several days ago, a survey
team aboard the Quintilis
was sent there to scout
out locations for that base.
We lost communications with them three
hours later.
Long-range scans show that the large
debris field that we feel is the.
Quintilis, and the survey team headed by
Commodore Broughton is unaccounted for.
Commodore Richard Broughton?
The same.
If the Quintilis was destroyed,
things don't look good for the Commodore.
Cleons don't take prisoners.
It's possible the Cleons are used on this
planet as a base of special operations,
although we're not quite too sure why
they'd risk crossing the border.
Intelligence indicates that they're
currently working on a new weapon,
and we believe they're doing so on the
Atoma 3.
Admiral, First Officer Tackett here.
Do we know what type of weapon we're
talking about here?
We're not ruling anything out.
Information from some Orion spies
indicates it's on a planetary scale.
Jack, I know you just got on board, but
I need you to move on this immediately.
Find out what happened with the Quintilis
and the Commodore's team.
And if the Klingons are using the planet
to test out this new weapon, destroy it.
Good luck, gentlemen.
Wainwright out.
Looks like our test driver has to wait.
Carter to bridge.
We're ready here, Captain.
Recall all short-leave
parties, and have the available
replacement crew report
on board immediately.
Yes, sir.
Carter to Smithfield.
Carter to Smithfield.
Yeah, Jack?
Mike, I'll need warp speed as soon as
we're out of space dock.
Aye, sir.
We're ready.
Put me on ship-wide.
Go ahead, sir.
Attention all hands.
This is Captain Carter.
A situation has arisen
on the Klingon border,
and the Farragut has
been ordered to investigate.
By order of Starfleet Command, we'll be
departing space dock as of ten hundred hours.
All department heads,
report duty rosters to.
Commander Tackett no
later than ten thirty hours.
I know that our full crew
complement has not yet
arrived, and many of
you are new to this ship.
But I need you to be prepared for whatever
we may encounter.
Report to your stations, and prepare for
extended shifts.
Cleared personnel will be briefed en
route.
All shore leave is cancelled.
Hell, as soon as the moorings are clear,
set course for the diatomic system.
Warp factor six.
What's the chief of security's name again?
Prescott.
Mr. Prescott, report to the briefing room
in fifteen minutes.
Carter out.
What do they call this?
Baptism by fire?
Let's just hope we don't get burned.
R.T., this is what we need to do on group.
I need you to get down to the phasal
control room.
Make sure there's
Captain's log, stardate four six two five
point one.
Captain John T.
Carter reporting.
After abruptly leaving space dock,
I boarded the Farragut, the Diatoma III,
and the Epsilon star group.
Long range scans have verified that the
debris field in orbit was the Quintilis.
While my crew continues analyzing the
wreckage, I am leading a landing party to
search for Commodore Broughton's
missing survey team, and to
investigate the possibility
of a Klingon weapons facility.
I have ordered the
Farragut to leave orbit, and
search the other planets
in the system for survivors.
It's doubtful, but we have to hope for the
best.
Tactical analysis, Mr. Prescott.
Sir, these are the precise landing coordinates
for Commodore Broughton's survey team.
Since Starfleet lost contact with
Quintilis three hours later, we can begin
our search within a small radius of this
area.
According to regulations, the Commodore
would have begun his search
If I knew the Commodore,
he wasn't likely
to be following Starfleet
survey guidelines.
He would have been playing it by ear.
Now, the Farragut won't be back for another
four hours, so we're on our own until then.
Let's split up into two groups.
You take Mr. Baker, and go that way.
Mike and RT, you go with me.
With all due respect, sir.
Starfleet regulation one zero zero.
Six seven point two three clearly states
no commanding officer
I'll take that under advisement.
Sir?
You have your orders, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
Baker?
Alpha 17.
You're a little hard on him, Jack.
I'm not used to having regulations quoted
back to me.
Not because you're anything like
Broughton.
Let's stay focused.
Starship Farragut.
Ships log.
Lieutenant Ellison Bell reporting.
We have continued
scanning the quintile -less
debris to determine
what destroyed the ship.
Our science department has determined that
it wasn't self-destruct, and have found
some unusual energy
patterns emanating from the
wreckage of a type we have
never encountered before.
The patterns are similar to some sort of
high-density particle beam.
From the debris we have
been able to scan, it doesn't
appear that they released
their distress buoy.
This means that whatever destroyed them
must have happened pretty quickly.
We are preparing to break orbit and scan
the star system for quintile-less survivors.
All right, R.T.
Ship's personnel falls within your
purview.
What can you tell me about my new security
chief?
Seems like a real stick in the mud.
You mean we won't be inviting him to poker
Friday night?
Well, he's the ideal security officer.
Expert marksman.
Great on tactics.
And he's part of the team developing the
Phaser 3 prototype.
That's not what I meant.
What can you tell me about him?
Okay.
Well, he's been on the Farragut since he
graduated.
You mean this is the only ship he's served
on?
Yeah.
Done pretty well here, too.
He was weapons officer and number two
security officer.
There was one other thing, however.
He led the security team when Captain
Alvarez had his accident.
That could explain things a bit.
What do you mean?
Well, after what happened
to Alvarez, he might just be
a little bit overprotective
of his commanding officer.
He wouldn't want history to repeat itself.
I can respect that, but he could lay off
on the rules lawyering.
Mike's right.
Besides, he was Alvarez's protege.
Seems a lot like his old man, too.
He knew Prescott's father?
Knew him.
Sure did.
So did you.
Professor Hank Prescott, Starfleet
Academy.
Military history.
Funny, I never made the connection.
That's the first time I met Jim Kirk in
Professor Hank's class.
I wasn't a big fan of it, but Jim liked it
a lot.
Well, you never were one for memorizing
names and dates.
Alright, let's go.
Here, let me help you.
I can take care of myself, thank you.
So I recall.
They said they were over this.
I gotta say, Jack, I was
surprised you picked a
lieutenant like Prescott
to be your security chief.
Wainwright wouldn't let me select my whole
crew.
He strongly suggested I select Lieutenant
Prescott.
Besides, his promotion papers are on my
desk.
You didn't get to pick your whole crew?
How'd you get lucky enough to get us,
then?
Bad Karma.
Bad Karma?
I've been meaning to ask you something.
Go ahead.
How do you think Broughton will react when
he finds you to be his rescuer?
I'm sure he'll handle it.
The poison grace for which he's notorious.
Alright, what am I missing here?
You mean you never told RT?
What a shame.
I'm shocked.
I generally avoid rehashing the unpleasant
past.
That's why you're gloating.
Go ahead, Mike.
Spin your yarn.
Why, thank you, sir.
You see, Robert.
Jack was an ensign, green out of the
academy.
He met the Commodore at Starbase 7.
That meeting didn't go well.
That's an understatement.
The Commodore will be an admiral by now,
Jack.
Shh!
You guys alright?
Never better.
Guess that answers the question,
are there any Klingons?
RT, I need you to jam their communications
reports.
Damn!
Reinforcements!
Crossfire!
Get ready!
On my way!
C'mon!
I'm coming!
Let's go!
Alright.
That's a good one.
You're not a Klingon, are you?
Earth-ers.
Commander Krug will be pleased.
More prisoners to interrogate.
I hope these are sturdier than the last
ones.
Humans are much too-.
I'm surprised, but glad to see you,
Lieutenant.
I thought I'd order you-Look out!
They never asked for my weapon.
Sir?
Next time, don't shove so hard.
Yes, sir.
All clear, sir.
Excellent work.
Sir.
Lieutenant.
You didn't answer my question.
Sir?
Not that I'm ungrateful, mind you, but I
thought I'd order you to go the other way.
Yes, sir.
You did.
Then why did you-The regulations, sir.
Explain.
Mr. Baker and I spread out within visual
range, allowing us to scan the opposite
side of the grove, and
also allowing myself to stay
within a regulated distance
of my commanding officer.
Search pattern Alpha 17, sir.
This way I was obeying regulations and
your orders at the same time, sir.
That's a sufficiently thorough
explanation.
That's what I aim for, sir.
You don't need to call me sir all the time.
Captain will do fine.
Yes, sir, Captain.
Tactical analysis, Mr. Baker.
All clear, Captain.
All the hostiles were on this side of the
trees.
Very well.
Okay.
RT, I need you to get back down to the
beam down point.
Try to contact the Farragut.
Let Starfleet Command
know of our situation and
that we're still trying
to find the Commodore.
Will do.
Take Baker with you.
Sir.
Before you say anything, Lieutenant,
you're with me.
Mike, I need you as well.
I'm going to need your
help to try to figure out
what to do if we find this
Klingon weapon facility.
No problem, Captain.
All right.
Let's go.
Hey.
Be careful.
You too.
Lieutenant, I've been meaning to tell you
something.
I studied under your father at Starfleet.
Yes, sir.
He was a great teacher.
Yes, he was.
Thank you, sirs.
I'm sorry to hear what happened to him.
His great loss to Starfleet.
You have my deepest sympathy.
I've read Kirk's report, sir.
Commander, the landing site is over there.
Oh!
You can't
Oh!
Everybody stop!
Captain's log.
Supplemental.
We have found the Klingon weapons
facility, but it's not a factory.
It's a single, massive weapon.
If this is what destroyed the
Quintilis, then Federation ships
could never get close enough
to defend the Klingon border.
So far, there are no signs of Commodore
Broughton or his landing party.
From our encounter with the Klingons,
I fear the worst.
Tricobalt actinolite.
Tricobalt what?
Tricobalt actinolite.
It's an extremely rare crystalline mineral
that acts like an energy amplifier.
I remember we found some rare element
during the initial survey, but the
crystals were of insufficient size for
mining.
True, but this mountain is so full of
Tricobalt actinolite particles that
conceivably one could use the mountain
itself like a giant power booster.
It would explain why
the Klingons would cross
the border and annex
this planet for the weapon.
Mike, you've got to find me a way to
destroy this thing.
We know it's cloaked, but if it has the
energy reserves you're talking about,
it may have shields as well.
We may not be able to destroy it from
orbit.
Over here, sir.
Find me that Achilles' heel.
Tell me what I want to know.
I've nothing else to tell you.
You'll get nothing from me.
Commander.
I told you I was nothing.
Not to be disturbed.
I am well aware of the Federation's
starship in this sector.
As soon as we have generated enough
power, we will My apologies, Commander.
But what I was trying to
tell you was that we have not
received the proper communication
from two of our outposts.
Lose something, Krug?
I will derive great pleasure from watching
your throat spout a river of blood.
Then kill me now, because I have nothing
else to tell you.
We shall see.
You two, stay here.
I'm going to check on the guard posts.
A word, please.
Return to the weapon.
Make sure it's completely powered up in
time.
Nice job security you have here.
D'you understand?
A warm.
Air.
It's a ventilation shaft.
It's a back door, sir.
Excellent, Lieutenant.
You need a hand here, Lieutenant.
Let's blast it.
Yes, sir.
I'll be damned.
Human female.
Waste of my time.
So much for stealth.
Sorry, sir.
You don't do anything halfway, do you?
Not usually, sir.
Target to Farragut.
Target to Farragut.
Maybe we can boost the signal.
AIDES!
Thanks for the help.
Sorry, I had my hands full, sir.
You'll shine me that move sometime.
Yes, sir.
Hello, Commodore.
Jack Carter is my rescuer?
Good lord, what's this world coming to?
Commander?
What?
Captain?
Captain?
They gave you a starship?
The Farragut.
The Farragut?
She's a fine ship.
It's not the ship I have a problem with.
I love to keep reminiscing, Commodore,
but we gotta keep moving.
Alright, alright, alright.
Let's find Mike and get out of here.
I'd stop moving now, Earthers.
You must be Krug.
Commander Krug.
And you must be Ah, I almost forgot.
I don't care.
Drop your weapons.
Perhaps we could step outside and look up.
I've sent the remainder
of my crew back to the
weapon, and in a few
minutes it will be fully powered.
Then we can watch your starship explode in
the afternoon sky.
Afterwards, if the Commodore will not give
me the location of other Federation
planets rich in tricobalt actinolite, I shall
return to your weak
female and personally
Weak female?
Female my ass!
Nice work, Lieutenant Commander.
We gotta get the Commodore out of here.
Mike, did you have any luck?
You bet I did.
Jack, this whole complex.
This weapon.
It's a model.
A prototype.
You mean there's more than one?
Well, sort of.
This one's non-functional.
The real weapon is in orbit.
But we didn't see it when we entered the
system.
That's the interesting part.
The Klingons are using their energy
reserves to generate a cloaking force.
This facility is generating that field as
well.
That's why they couldn't attack the
Farragut earlier.
Like the cloak on Klingon
ships, they have to decloak to
fire, but they need to build
up sufficient energy first.
Unfortunately, we need them to decloak in
order to target our weapons.
Can we find a way to knock out the power
generator from down here?
Thanks to Klingon engineering,
I found a few flaws in the design.
A phaser on overload could blow out one of
the main power couplings, causing an
energy buildup that would take out this
whole mountain of energy.
We need to blow this
coupling, and the entire
power grid will collapse
like a house of cards.
It'll be one heck of a big bang.
Okay, you three get out of here.
I'm going to take care of this.
Excuse me.
I'm with you, sir.
Lieutenant, you've got yourself a deal.
Broughton, go with Lieutenant Commander
Smithfield.
Hopefully, R.T.
has contacted the Farragut by now.
Excuse me, but I'm
the ranking officer here,
and I will decide what
plan of action we take.
Sorry, Commodore, we don't have time for
another one of your fact-finding missions.
Mike, once Prescott and I destroy that
cloak, beam us out as soon as you can.
Excuse me Captain,
But we can benefit more
if we take the weapon
and learn his secrets.
Now, prepare your men for a
boarding party No sir, we will not.
I am under direct orders from Admiral
Wainwright.
Well I'm in command here, and to hell with
Wainwright's orders.
Commodore, you have been beaten and
tortured.
In my opinion, you are medically and
psychologically unfit for command.
Mike, once you return
to the Farragut, have
security escort the
Commodore directly to sickbay.
He is not to set foot on my bridge.
I'm in command here, Carter.
Mike, that's an order.
I'll have your command for this,
Carter, if it's less than I ever do.
I suppose you're going to quote
regulations to me on this one.
According to regulations, I cannot comment
on a conversation I did not witness.
There's hope for you yet, Lieutenant.
For you too, sir.
What's up with the dagger?
Gift for a friend, sir.
Alright, let's do this.
Attack at the Farragut.
Emergency beam out.
Attack at the Farragut.
Emergency beam out.
Attack at the Farragut.
Attack at the Farragut.
Emergency beam out.
Sound of grenades.
Attack at the Farragut.
Attack at the Farragut.
Emergency beam out.
Here it is.
Blue, red, yellow.
Sir?
Alright.
That'll work.
This is it.
Alright, let's get the hell out of here.
Carter to Farragut!
Carter to Farragut!
Jack, we reach you.
Mike, get us the hell out of here!
Shields up, Mr. Prescott!
Captain, I'm friends!
Aye, sir!
There it is.
Magnified.
What is it doing?
It's.
Powering up.
Getting ready to fire.
Mr. Prescott, target that device.
Let's send it back to hell.
All weapons locked on target, sir!
Fire.
All.
Hands, brace for impact!
Captain's log.
Stardate 4625.9.
Although the Klingons killed the rest of
the survey team, we were able to rescue.
Commodore Broughton and destroy the
Klingon weapon.
We have placed marker boxes on the target.
Magnified, Sergeant.
All units, the Klingon weapon is ready.
All units, item center, get out of here.
Yes, sir!
We have broken in.
Oh, start the engine.
All units, get ready to accept the Klingon
weapon.
Yes, sir!
All units, get ready to accept the Klingon
weapon.
Good, sir.
Well, I guess that's not unexpected.
Perhaps.
But I have a feeling that isn't the last
we'll see of him.
Probably not.
But look, you're due
back at space dock to
complete your refit and
get the rest of your crew.
Take my advice.
Worry about that first.
The rest of this stuff is just going to
work out.
Thanks, Jim.
Oh, and there's just one more thing.
Please thank your Lieutenant Prescott for
the little gift.
Although I'm not exactly sure what he
means by it.
Neither do I.
Thanks for everything.
No problem.
Godspeed, Jack Carter.
Kirk out.
Come.
Mind if we come in?
Please.
Please.
You know, they say
that the first day on the
job is a good Gauge
of how it'll go every day.
Thanks, Mike.
How's Baker?
Well, Doc Holley said that he should be
fit for full duty in a couple more days.
She did ask that he stay off of landing
party detail for a while.
I noticed that he recently finished his
qualifications for navigation.
I'll see to it.
So, the game is five card stud, no wild.
Ante up.
I'm glad you two are here with me.
We wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Come.
Are you ready, sir?
Sorry, folks.
I've got a training session with
Lieutenant Prescott.
I can't believe you're going to give up a
good poker game.
For combat training?
Evidently, the Lieutenant and I have a few
things to teach each other.
Are you ready, Hank?
It's Henry.
Captain.
How about that chokehold?
It's a form of martial arts based
on an Andorian fighting my.
Way of life!
Link me to the Never
gave my life up I did what I'm
supposed to and the responsibility
isn't in the Lord's hands.
A little pause