Story:Star Trek: Four Years War/Battle of Sector 223/Act One

ACT ONE

FADE IN

EXT-SPACE

Procyon emerges from warp and approaches a battlegroup of Federation vessels.

INT-PROCYON MAIN BRIDGE

Transparent viewer shows the Federation Battlegroup.

LT. MASON (Amazed): Whoa that's what I call a large battlegroup of starships.

Commander T'Lar chimes in.

LTCMDR. T'LAR: Comprised of heavy cruisers, frigates, destroyers, and dreadnoughts.

Smith chimes in.

LTJG. SMITH: Captain we're being hailed by the USS Century, under the command of Fleet Captain Maria Branson.

Both Captain Taylor and Commander Branson looks at each other.

CAPT. TAYLOR: On screen Lieutenant.

She inputs commands into the communications console.

LTJG. SMITH: Hailing frequencies open Captain.

Fleet Captain Branson appears on the transparent viewer.

FLEET CAPT. BRANSON (On viewer): Captain Taylor welcome to Federation battlegroup Alpha.

CAPT. TAYLOR: Sorry we're late ma'am we had a run in with a pair of D7 battlecruisers.

FLEET CAPT. BRANSON (On Viewer): Just glad you're here assume formation and await further orders Century out.

Hail ends.

CAPT. TAYLOR: Ensign put us in formation with the fleet, and try not to hit anyone.

ENS. CARLSON: Aye, Captain.

Ensign Carlson inputs commands into the helm.

EXT-SPACE

The Procyon enters formation within the formation.

INT-PROCYON MAIN BRIDGE (RED ALERT)

At Red Alert, Mason is at Tactical, Carlson at the Conn, T'Lar at Ops -- Branson is giving a series of rapid-fire orders from the Command Area. Various N.D's as needed.

CMDR. BRANSON: Mister Mason coordinate fire with the Saladin tactical officer.

Lieutenant Mason inputs commands into the tactical station.

LT. MASON: Target locked.

CMDR. BRANSON: Fire!

Lieutenant Mason presses the fire button on the tactical console, as Lieutenant Commander T'Lar chimes in.

LTCMDR. T'LAR: Target is destroyed.

CMDR. BRANSON: End simulation sequence and secure from drill.

Red Alert ends and Branson studies a read-out.

CMDR. BRANSON (continuing, to all): Beta shift, your response time was seven percent slower than gamma shift --

Everyone on the Bridge reacts to this disappointing news.

CMDR. BRANSON: Coordinate with your department heads, we'll try again the next chance we get.

CUT TO: INT-MAIN ENGINEERING

CMDR. BRANSON (Com voice): Need a report from all departments by 1800 hours Branson out.

LTCMDR. WILLIAMS: You heard him everyone, I need that report.

INT-PROCYON MAIN BRIDGE

CMDR. BRANSON (Sighs): T'Lar anything on long range scanners?

T'Lar checks the sensors.

LTCMDR. T'LAR: Negative on long-range scans Commander.

Carlson chimes in.

ENS. CARLSON: Maybe their taking a lunch break?

Smith chimes in.

LTJG SMITH: Sir transporter room has reported that Captain Taylor has beamed back from the Century.

CMDR. BRANSON (Smiles): Well that's good and thank you Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Mason chimes in.

LT. MASON: Sir our shields just went up.

Branson looks confused.

CMDR. BRANSON: I didn't give an order to raise them Lieutenant.

Then a huge jolt rocks the ship as klaxons blare and lights and console screens flicker.

CUT TO: EXT-SPACE

The fleet is being peppered by unknown objects.

(END OF ACT ONE, FADE OUT)