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USS Exeter

Lights, Cameras… 2021-12-30

Lights, Cameras… USS Exeter • 2021-12-30 • ID 8138

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Exeter Compile 55
Dates: 06/15/21 to 06/25/21
Mission: Lights, Cameras….Action
Days Covered: 2
Compiled by: Jackie

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Mission: Lights, Camera…Action?
Day: 2
Stardate: 2446.01.02/2025,06.40
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(Trip’s Mindscape - The White Space- CO, Captain Trip Williams and Addison Queen/A.Q.
-Time unimportant)
(Trip’s Mindscape - The White Space- CO, Captain Trip Williams and Quella -Time
unimportant)
(Toronto, Canada, Powell Residence – ACFO Trinity Frost/Darcy Powell – 0530)
(Toronto, Canada - Woodbine Beach Park- Tristan Steele -0535)
(Toronto, Canada - Woodbine Beach Park- CO, Captain Trip Williams -0536)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
– 0645)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin
– 0645)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
– 0647)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin
– 0647)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, gatehouse – ACFO Trinity Frost/Darcy Powell – 0650)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup C – ACFO Trinity Frost/Darcy Powell – 0710)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0716)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity
Frost/Darcy Powell – 0716)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0717)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity
Frost/Darcy Powell – 0718)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0719)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lt(jg) Trinity
Frost/Darcy Powell – 0720)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0721)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity Frost/
Darcy Powell – 0722)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0723)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D – 2O/CEO Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna
Hegilsdottir – 0807)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D –Richard Evans/Ire Williams– 0809)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr Keira Merek / Anna
Hegilsdottir – 0810)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0830)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer A- CTO/3O Lieutenant Commander Ravok /
Kyle Ravine- 0835)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer A- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver
Bader-Pagitt - 0836)
(Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios - Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes -
0837)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer - CTO/3O LieutenantCommander Ravok / Kyle
Ravine- 0838)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer A- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver
Bader-Pagitt - 0839)
(Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios -Declan Dupree- 0839)
(Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios - Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes -
0840)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios – Lt Greta Smith/Donna Mills & Richard Evans/Ire
Williams – 0845)
(Toronto Canada- Pinewood Studios- Exeter set- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 08:55)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios – Lt Greta Smith/Donna Mills – 0855)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios – Trailer - Richard Evans/ Ire Williams– 0857)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios. Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin 0900)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Trailer of Ire Williams - Spectre CMO Andrew Williams -0900)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Trailer of Ire Williams – Richard Evans/ Ire Williams -0904)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 09:15)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Bridge Set, Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin 0915)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 09:25)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios, Makeup E - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
09:26)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios, Makeup E - COO LtJG Paul Sleeford/Saul Pickford 09:27)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, The Bridge Set CTO/3O Lieutenant Commander Ravok/
Kyke Ravine –0957)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios, Makeup E - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
09:26)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 09:58)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, The Bridge Set CTO/3O Lieutenant Commander Ravok/
Kyke Ravine –0959)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios - Maxine/Emily Rose - 10:00)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 10:00)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s- Maxine/Emily Rose - 10:02)
(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford / Saul Pickford 10:03)
(Toronto-Canada- Pinewood Studios- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 10:10)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Wardrobe- Tristan Steele - 1020)

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(Trip’s Mindscape - The White Space- CO, Captain Trip Williams and Addison Queen/A.Q.
-Time unimportant)

"Well then James, I guess it's time I introduce myself."

Trip turned around as the scene around him changed from the beach to a room filled to eternity
with nothing but a vast white nothingness.

“Addison?” He said confused, “Or Faith, or whoever, what are you doing here? Wherever here
is.”

"Here?" She motioned around her. "This is your mindscape. This is the place which stages your
thoughts, ferments your fears and gives shape to your desires." She looked around her with a
simple smile on her face. "It's bigger than I thought it would be." She added
"What the hell are you talking about?" He barked back.

“Don’t be snippy Trip, it was a compliment, you wouldn’t believe how tiny some peoples
mindscapes are, this is...spacious, perhaps not as roomy as Ailynn’s would be but let's be honest,
can you imagine how whiney and neurotic it would be in her head? Nooo, this is nice here, I like
it.” she smiled pleasantly.

"Ok, but seriously, where is Rae, why the hell are we here, and who in the hell are you?"

Addison smiled, a cheeky, knowing smile. "Rae is inside you, she always was and always will be.
In the same way that your presence comforted her as she died, part of her psyche stayed inside
you. A symbiosis...of sorts."

"And as for my other question? Who are you?"

"Patience. Time here has no meaning answers will come." She chided. "We are here because the
time has come for us to meet properly, and this is the best place for it. Shall we sit?" She
motioned to a table behind Trip that hadn't been there moments before. It was one from the
starlight lounge.

"No." He said defiantly. "I'm not playing games. Every second I'm in here, my body is on
autopilot. So I ask again Addison, if that's who you really are, who are you, what have you done
to me, and where is my crew?"

"You aren’t really here, more correctly you are but time in your body isn't moving. We have all
the time in the world. Anyway. Your crew is safe, happy and if they allowed themselves they'd be
having more fun than they did back on Risa."

“I don’t care about how much fun they could have, I care about their safety. Did you do this to
them? Who are you, Damnit, answer me! I’m tired of these games.”
"You haven't figured it out by now? I'm actually disappointed in you Mon Capitaine"

“No….” he paused, mental wheels turning. “You can’t be him. You’re not Q, he doesn’t galavant
in forms so….well you know…”

"Sensual? Deliciously attractive? No he doesn't, he is however not the only one. He calls himself
Q, however he has a grandiose opinion of himself. I too am a Q."

He looked at her puzzled trying to keep up. “So then who are you, if you are not the Q.”

She smiled. "I am Addison Queen, and have been since I joined your crew. A...Q…?" She raised
an eyebrow in amusement before picking up a glass of wine off the table And sipped it.

In a flash of light, her clothing then changed into a red Starfleet uniform complete with captain’s
pips. With a devious smile she walked up to Trip and placed her hand seductively on his face.

"However...if you are after something more exotic you can call me Quella."

(reply none)
(Trip’s Mindscape - The White Space- CO, Captain Trip Williams and Quella -Time
unimportant)

"However...if you are after something more exotic you can call me Quella."

“Quella, huh, so what are you some bored adolescent Q? Messing with me and my crew, because
what, you find us entertaining, or you just want to mind $#%@ us all? Or is this about exploring
something else?”
Quella sighed, draining the wine and putting the glass down. “Firstly, wind the temper in or
you’ll be stuck in this room forever. Second, let’s talk, like actual adults.” She took a step forward
and their surroundings changed to a dusty road, surrounded on all sides by mile after mile of
featureless desert.

“Great, not only do you have me trapped in someworld where I’m some pro wrestling actor, you
can change the scenery of whatever my mindscape is too.”

“I’m assuming by your earlier reaction that you have come across or at least heard stories about
the one that calls himself Q?”

“Well the most famous of your continuum, the one we call Q, is well known for harassing many
important Starfleet captains. Frankly I thought I wasn’t special enough, or at least hoped I
wasn’t, to deal with one of your kind.”

Quella laughed pleasantly. “Youngest Captain in Federation history, and you thought no one
would notice.” She smiled. “Insofar as our race is ancient, I may be termed an adolescent, in the
same way that you may be termed a grown man, it’s technically true, but the actuality is more
complex.”

“Well, do enlighten me.” Trip said flippantly.

“As you appreciate, however, our race is and was all powerful, if that’s the right expression.”

“Godlike, and all that jazz, yeah heard it before. All powerfully annoying is what I’d say.”

Again she smiled. “We evolved to the point of knowing all, able to do largely anything we could
set our minds to, that level of knowledge however gets boring. Once you look around you and all
looks the same then any feature is interesting.” She pointed. “Over there, about a mile away, that
cactus is taller than the others, I wonder why?”
“Well if I was a therapist, and since you are the one who created this visage, I’d say you're
projecting a desire. Why else would you create this world so you could wake up in my bed?”

“Oh please, were it that easy I’d have just clicked my fingers back on Risa. No, you and your ship
got my attention, for many reasons. The first, I’ll admit was a little more carnal than is perhaps
proper, but that wasn’t actually the initial attraction that was as they say, an added bonus.”

“So what was your interest, might I ask, since my physical form is a bonus to you.”

“Your ship is making waves Trip, casting a large wake. The level of sheer talent you have aboard
is interest enough to one like me, others have noticed too, we’ll get to that. How is your
daughter?”

“Ronnie? You leave her the @#$@ out of this. I assume she is fine, but I don’t know where she
is, unless….we’re all there aren’t we. In Toronto, you jacked the whole crew and plopped us right
into Canada.”

“The TV show idea was one of my more unusual ones I’ll confess. Yes, they’re all there, and
they’re all as safe as they would be were they still on the Exeter. Arguably safer. Ronnie is
completely safe.”

“And my son?”

“You saw the scans. That really happened, the Doctor that saw Ashlyn is one of the best in the
business. Your son is completely safe, unharmed and unfazed, I may be a lot of things, playing
games maybe, but I’m not a monster.”

“No, you just kidnapped my entire crew, dropped us in some, what, pocket dimension?”
“It’s not a great way of putting it, pocket reality perhaps, it gets sort of complicated.”

“And then erased our memories, override who we are, separate us from our families. For what?
What purpose? To mess with us? To sleep with me? To test us? To be your little toy box?”

Quella recalled the string of questions. “Mostly no, partly, sort of yes, no.” She sighed. “A couple
of years ago, by your standard, I was walking down this very road, had been for a couple of
decades, longer maybe. We as a group keep an eye on certain things, and most of us try not to
get involved, the wane of the Federation came to mind. Then, the Mars base reopened, and all of
a sudden talk in the Federation was all about this group of raw Ensigns who had turned the tide,
who seemed to be weaving the fate of the Federation around them. It certainly got my
attention.”

“So we piqued your interest, because we were young, ambitious, and gave a crap?”

“Partly yes, I was curious, so I went local, I became Addison Queen, and managed to get myself a
job on your ship. At first I confess, it was purely scientific, scouting, but then I began to
appreciate what it was that made you all special, you and your crew were the ‘taller cactus’
forgive the expression. I grew to genuinely adore working with you all, then a number of things
happened. Some are selfish, others not so much. I’ll confess an attraction, I wanted to see if I
could get you to rev my engine, and I think had other things not been happening I could have,
but anyway.” She smiled, a smile of a happy memory. “The murderer forced my hand. I didn’t
see that coming, they pushed me in a direction I didn’t want to go.”

“So you aren’t as omniscient as you pretend to be, or you just didn't want to interfere. So the
murders, did you have anything to do with that?”

“Preservation of the timelines. I can’t interfere that much, having amusements is one thing, but
actually putting a hand in and altering things is beyond dangerous. This time though a whole
heap of things have all happened, and I didn’t know they all had a nexus on the Exeter.”
“So then why did you bring us to your pocket reality?”

“Look, I desire amusements, a great deal of amusement, and the TV Show was a decent way of
me getting what I wanted, at least in part. The larger, bigger picture is that it was to buy you
time. Time that you didn’t have.”

“Time for what?

“I grew to truly love all of you, I got to live out the fantasy of just being a small cog in people's
lives, if I hadn't pulled you out, it would have started already.”

“Time for what?” Trip repeated.

“The Queen’s gambit”

(reply none)

(Toronto, Canada, Powell Residence – ACFO Trinity Frost/Darcy Powell – 0530)

Trinity awoke slowly partly glad to see morning’s embrace, though the feeling was tainted
by the disappointment that she was still seemingly back in the year 2025. She had spent
the last day trying to figure out where she was, how she had got there and where was the
rest of the crew, and indeed the Exeter herself.

“Morning Baby.”

~Ah yes.~ That had complicated things. It seemed that she, or more correctly Darcy,
shared her life with a man who could only be described as...Insufferable.

He wasn’t intrinsically unpleasant, he was kind, caring, well spoken, on paper he should be
a real catch for her, her life should have been idyllic and maybe it was for Darcy, they
seemed happy looking in the pictures that she’d seen. Trouble was, although Trinity had
always wanted those things, she’d been alone for so long that her natural reaction was to
push an awful lot away, especially when her suitor or suitress was as clingy as this idiot
seemed to be.

‘Just woken up? Here, have a coffee that I’m going to sit right next to you and witter away
while you try and drink it. Leaving the room? Where are you going? Hey! We could play that
boardgame together this afternoon, after a walk by the lake. This evening we’ll get dinner at
that restaurant, and I’ll sit right next to you instead of on the opposite side of the table like
a normal human.’

It was stifling, and Trinity wanted to drown him in the bath that he seemed to decide that
he needed to take while she was trying to have a quiet wee and read a magazine that she
had found on her bedside table.

Clingy, was not the word. Dimly, Trin wondered if there was an opposite to Stokholm
Syndrome that made you feel an increasing levels of annoyance culminating in actual
physical murder on someone that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

Although Trinity doesn’t hunt, Trinity also likes being left alone.

“Morning.” She said pleasantly.

“I thought that we could get breakfast on the way, and I could walk you to the gate.”

~Frak’s sake~

“It isn’t my first day at school.” Trinity’s patience was running thin. This was why she didn’t
date.

“Oh...Okay. Anyway, there’s coffee for you.” He motioned to the mug. “So I know that this
is your place and all, but I wondered about moving the furniture a bit?”
Trinity shuddered. She knew that this wasn’t her life, and that he was just trying to do the
whole couple thing, but she had a lot to do, and couldn’t concentrate with all this nonsense.

Getting out of bed and sipping the admittedly rather good coffee, she opened a couple of
drawers and grabbed underwear and clothes that she’d seen the night before and went into
the bathroom where she showered and dressed quickly before any thoughts about joining
her occurred to him.

Trinity went back through to the bedroom, skintight blue jeans and a white t-shirt, she
grabbed the shoulder bag that she’d found contained a purse, money, a pair of sunglasses
that her...Darcy’s boyfriend said were ‘vintage 80s ray ban aviator’, whatever the hell that
meant. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand that she’d spent a couple of hours figuring
out yesterday, and a heavy leather aviator jacket out of her wardrobe, it had the emblem
for the Honey Badgers on the back, which made her smile in the most profound way.

Lastly she pulled on a pair of calf length boots, and shouldered her bag.

“My place yeah?”

“Yeah?” His face told it all, he knew what was coming.

“When I get back tonight you’re out of here. You’re sweet but annoying. It’s over. Sorry.
Leave the keys. She picked up his phone and seeing it was unlocked deleted her number. I
am really sorry.” She then turned and left the flat, stepping out onto the pavement, walking
with a bounce in her step, her luxuriant auburn hair ablaze in the morning sun.

(Reply none)

(Toronto, Canada - Woodbine Beach Park- Tristan Steele -0535)

As Tristan looked up he was all alone. However what he was sure was the pounding in his head
had stopped. "Well that was #$$#@*&^ weird." He said to himself as he picked himself up from
the beach. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew if it came back he would leave work
early for a catscan.
"Seriously" he said to himself, dusting sand off of his legs, "That was one of the weirdest
moments of my life. What a way to start season two."

Tristan smiled and took a deep breath. "Time to finish the run."

As he began running again, he felt better than he did before. No pounding, no voices. Just calm
and silence. However as he continued running down the beach, Tristan didn't realize that he was
being watched.

(reply none)
(Toronto, Canada - Woodbine Beach Park- CO, Captain Trip Williams -0536)

"Rae?" Trip said as he looked up at the young orion woman standing there in front of him. She
looked exactly the same way she did the day she died in 2443.

"Yeah Trip, it's me."

Trip stood up and looked at her. "But how is that possible. You died, I felt it, we were in
telepathic contact, I felt every damn thing. And where the hell am I, last thing I remember was I
was losing it, I felt like I wasn't sure what was real or not, and then nothing. What is going
on....am I dead."

She smiled, went up to him and reached out and helped him to his feet. "You aren't dead, buy
your trapped in your own mind. Something is overwriting your perception your reality." She said
as she pointed to Tristan as he dusted off his legs.

"Wait, that's me!"

"Yes, like I said you're buried in your mind, but I was able to pull out a representation of you.
That is Tristan, he's you physically, but with a mind altered to accept this reality."

"Okay...." he said not sure what to believe. "Am I dreaming?"
"No...this is real and that is your body running on the beach, with a different consciousness and
we are in your mind, but I was able to pull your consciousness out enough to talk, to try and
wake you up."

"But how are you here?"

"I'm a piece of Rae that stayed with you when she died....just like a piece of you died with her. A
piece that led to your emptiness, a piece that led to your...."

Trip paused...."My lowest point."

"I've been with you. all this time, part of you. Keeping you safe, pulling at your brain when you
needed protection."

"Like....when...."

"Yes, I'm the part of you that stopped you from pulling that trigger after I died. The part of you
that pushed you to live. The part of you that pushed you to move on, the part of you that gave
you the courage to ask out Ash, the part of you that makes sure you call your sister. The part of
you that pushes you to live, to be brave to be happy."

"I...ummm.....are you really my Rae?"

"I don't know. I may just be a part of your psyche that has taken of this identity, this personality.
Maybe I am a part of her, maybe I'm a remnant of her stuck in your mind. I don't know."

"Its....good to see you."

"Trip.... you need to wake up. You need to..."

At that moment Tristan's form was moving further and further down the beach, as Trip and Rae,
in a sort of Astral form, floated slowly behind him. However in a flash of green light Rae's form
dissappeared and another being appeared in front of Trip and looked at him.

"Well then James, I guess it's time I introduce myself."
(reply none)
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
– 0645)

Matthew sighed “So we are amongst the few who have some idea about what’s going on. So
we need to somehow find the Captain or other senior crew who hopefully realise what has
happened and try and work out some way of changing things back. Although I’m not sure if
the technology is there to help in anyway”.

Ailynn nodded. “Leave the Captain to me, at the moment he has no memory of being Trip…”

She was interrupted by two other people entering the room, one male, one female, they
were giggling amongst themselves, and each stood behind Fuller and herself, the male
behind Ailynn.

“Morning Miss Knight. How are we?”

Ailynn traded a glance with Matthew, but smiled and looked up. “I’m good, and please, just
Gabbie, you here to do hair and make up and stuff?”

“That’s me” He said, “We’ll have you ready for the set in short order. I have to say this is so
exciting, my sister is like totally jealous.”

Ailynn smiled, but kept still. “Oh?”

“Honey, she totally wants your legs and cheekbones.” He tilted the chair back, then started
to comb her hair through and weave it into a tight french braid. “Total Ailynn babes.” He
said, Ailynn objected slightly to ‘honey and babes’ but let it slide.

“So Matthew,” She said, closing her eyes as the foundation was applied. “There’s a couple of
scenes coming up between your character and Kiera and Ravok. See if you can catch up
with them and get on the same page. Also, our the Ops Chief…”

(Reply Fuller/Franklin)

“Saul...Saul Pickford. Eyes now...Don’t move, you are a total pro at this Gabs.”
“Done it a bit” she said with humour, though didn’t smile.” she paused, restarting her train
of thought. “Yeah so catch up with Saul too. You guys should have a lot of screen time
together, so make sure that again, you’re on the same page and you’re comfortable. I
remember how it was in my first load of episodes, you can feel lost.” She was talking to
him, she hoped in the guise of a supporting colleague, but she hoped he understood the
orders underneath her words. ~liaise with the other Command Officers and your Section
head~

(Reply Fuller/Franklin)

“If there’s anything you need I’ll be about, don’t hesitate to call me” She gestured to her
phone. “I need to catch up with Tristan to nail down a briefing scene.”

(Reply Fuller/Franklin)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios,
Makeup E – Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin – 0645)

Ailynn nodded. “Leave the Captain to
me, at the moment he has no memory of being Trip…”

Matthew nodded as he realised it might
be best if someone who had been on Exeter for longer handled the Captain and
potentially the more senior officers. He was about to speak when two people
entered seeming to be laughing at some private joke. He found himself flinching
slightly when the female stood behind him.

“Morning Miss Knight. How are we?”

Ailynn traded a glance with Matthew,
but smiled and looked up. “I’m good, and please, just Gabbie, you here to do
hair and make up and stuff?”

“That’s me” He said, “We’ll have you
ready for the set in short order. I have to say this is so exciting, my sister
is like totally jealous.”

Ailynn smiled, but kept still. “Oh?”
“Honey, she totally wants your legs and
cheekbones.” He tilted the chair back, then started to comb her hair through
and weave it into a tight french braid. “Total Ailynn babes.” He said.

Matthew listened as Ailynn mentioned
how he could potentially approach some of the others. He nodded in agreement,
yes that sounded the best way to go about it.

“Sounds
good to me, I’ll try and work in a way to convince them I’m not totally crazy
when I start talking about alternate bodies and the like, in some ways I still
find it hard to believe myself”

(Reply
Bracken/Knight)

“Yeah so catch up with Saul too. You
guys should have a lot of screen time together, so make sure that again, you’re
on the same page and you’re comfortable. I remember how it was in my first load
of episodes, you can feel lost.”

Matthew was lost for a moment as he
struggled to catch up with where she was going but then realised she was trying
to tell him what to do without alerting the make up people to what was going
on.

“If there’s anything you need I’ll be
about, don’t hesitate to call me” She gestured to her phone. “I need to catch
up with Tristan to nail down a briefing scene.”

“I’ll head out now to prepare for my scenes,
maybe I might get time before we start to chat to the others”.

He nodded his thanks to the make up person and headed for the door. Turning back to look
at Ailyn he smiled slightly.

“Looking forward to working with you again. Now where do I find more of that coffee?”

(Reply Bracken/Knight)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup E – FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
– 0647)
“Sounds good to me, I’ll try and work in a way to convince them I’m not totally crazy when I start
talking about alternate bodies and the like, in some ways I still find it hard to believe myself”

“Good Idea, just a few words to ascertain whether it’s them or their actor persona.” She carried
on. “

“Yeah so catch up with Saul too. You guys should have a lot of screen time together, so
make sure that again, you’re on the same page and you’re comfortable. I remember how it
was in my first load of episodes, you can feel lost.”

Matthew looked at her, perhaps puzzled for a moment or then nodded.

“If there’s anything you need I’ll be about, don’t hesitate to call me” She gestured to her
phone. “I need to catch up with Tristan to nail down a briefing scene.”

“I’ll head out now to prepare for my scenes,
maybe I might get time before we start to chat to the others”.

He nodded his thanks to the make up person and headed for the door. Turning back to look
at Ailyn he smiled slightly.

“Looking forward to working with you again. Now where do I find more of that coffee?”

Ailynn smiled. “That was from the Tim Hortons a mile or two up the road, My PA brought it,
there’s a drinks trailer over the way though, coffee’s okay, not quite as good as that, but
better than the replicated crap that we get.”

(Reply Fuller)

“Take care Ensign, this place has a habit of luring you in. Caution is the better part of
valour. Dismissed.” She winked.

(Reply Fuller)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios,
Makeup E – Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin – 0647)

“That was from the Tim Hortons a mile
or two up the road, My PA brought it, there’s a drinks trailer over the way
though, coffee’s okay, not quite as good as that, but better than the
replicated crap that we get.”

Matthew nodded in response, “I’ll head
for the trailer then, I might need it to help me be able to talk to the others”.

He paused as she spoke again.

“Take care Ensign, this place has a
habit of luring you in. Caution is the better part of valour. Dismissed.” She
winked.

Matthew started to raise his hand in
salute but then realised where he was and turned it into a wave of some kind
and headed off. First the coffee trailer and then to find the others. But where
to start, he couldn’t remember who had interacted the most with since joining
Exeter.

(Posted by Matt)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, gatehouse – ACFO Trinity Frost/Darcy Powell – 0650)

A short ride by bus late, drawing numerous whispered glances from other passengers,
Trinity stepped confidently down the road, carrying a large coffee, her hair catching the
morning light breeze. Sipping at her drink she reached the gates, manned even at this time
of the morning.

“Morning!” She called, pulling her pass out of her bag, and putting it around her neck. “How
are we?” Having spoken to a number of people yesterday, she was beginning to remember
faces, though names were still a work in progress.

(Reply any at gate)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Makeup C – ACFO Trinity Frost/Darcy Powell – 0710)

Trinity entered the trailer that she had been led towards, and placed her coffee down on the
counter, removing her sunglasses and jacket, hanging it up on the hook by the large mirror,
and putting the glasses back in the case in her bag. She then sat down, picking up her
coffee taking a deep drink of it, and then spoke to the room’s other occupant after a sigh
and a glance to her right.

Seeing that it was Ensign Hammerfield, an Engineer that she’d crossed paths with a few
times she smiled. Trinity was a highly technical Pilot, but since her time at the helm of the
Exeter, had done far fewer of her own work, She’d found Janice a very competent Engineer.

“Sooo...They going for the critical mass of ginger in the trailer or what?”

(Reply Hammerfield)

She smiled. “So what gives Jan; how are you doing?”

(Reply Hammerfield)

(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0716)

“Sooo...They going for the critical mass of ginger in the trailer or what?”

Janice looked over to her side seeing Trinity they had met a few times before on the
Exeter, “Tell me about it. Any more in here and we might just open up a singularity to the
kingdom of ginger itself.” She glanced up at the person currently doing her makeup,
“You know... if you tell anyone that - we’ll need to kill you.”
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She smiled. “So what gives Jan; how are you doing?”

Janice raised her eyebrow she hasn’t managed to meet any of the other crew they
seemed to recall anything that she could except for Sleeford. She took being called Jan
as a good sign that Trinity might well be in the same situation but decided to be rather
careful with her language as was with Sleeford.

“You know... I spent the yesterday with a bunch of kids. The Janice Hammerfield fan
club. Some charity event im told. They really seem to look up to me for some reason.”
She waved her hand in front of her face as the artist started to spray her hair avoiding
eating some of the fumes before letting out a small couple of coughs. “They gave me
my rifle to take some pictures with them but the thing felt... off. Far to light and plastic
feeling. How about you? Anything out of the norm for you today?”

(Reply Frost)

(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity
Frost/Darcy Powell – 0716)

“I saw those kids, very cute.” She was guided back into her chair by the hairdresser.
“MmmHmm I would kill for hair your colour Miss Powell.” The hairdresser said, with a
smile and a southern drawl as she teased a couple of knots that had worked their way
in.
“You kidding? Hair this colour does not match anything…” Trinity laughed gently,
enjoying the pampering, She turned back to Janice. “Today no, but I saw the Bridge
yesterday and everything feels wrong. Nothing works. Spoke to few people, some just
weren’t themselves.” She knew that the makeup team would be listening, but they’d be
used to the chatter, somehow Trinity knew that what was said in here went with a code
of silence, gossip from the makeup room was a no-no.

(Reply Hammerfield)

“We need to try to figure out what’s happening, have you caught up with any of the
Command team? I saw the FO yesterday but she looked like crap, like someone had
torn her heart out you know?”

(Reply Hannerfield)

(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0717)

“You kidding? Hair this colour does not match anything…” Trinity laughed gently. She
turned back to Janice. “Today no, but I saw the Bridge yesterday and everything feels
wrong. Nothing works. Spoke to few people, some just weren’t themselves.”

Janice tilted her head gently back at artist currently fumbling with her hair, “Can you give
us five – thanks,” She waiting till the door closed shut before continuing, “You too... Im
so relieved. I’ve been coy in mentioning it to a few people – least they think I’m losing
my mind and decide to put me in some padded cell.”
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“We need to try to figure out what’s happening, have you caught up with any of the
Command team? I saw the FO yesterday but she looked like crap, like someone had
torn her heart out you know?”

“Jezz... I hope she’s okay,” Janice raised her brow, “I met Sleeford – hes in the same
boat as us. He looked a bit rough for it but I think having a chat calmed him down a bit. I
also met... Nesha,” Pausing for a moment she let that sink in for Trinity, “That’s right –
and she is acting like this is all normal. Huh... I suppose acting is a poor choice of word.
She believes from what I can tell that this is right – If that makes sense. Not sure how
you put it together though – I watched her die.”

(Reply Frost)

“You’re right. Ive not had much luck looking into things. Im trying my best not to destroy
my – Ava’s life here. What I would give for a working tricorder right now. I went to pull
some tech apart last night to try get something that might help – but then I realised I
was kinda hampered by a lack of tools. Whats your thoughts on it all?”

(Reply Frost)

(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity
Frost/Darcy Powell – 0718)
“Jezz... I hope she’s okay,” Janice raised her brow, “I met Sleeford – he's in the same
boat as us. He looked a bit rough for it but I think having a chat calmed him down a bit. I
also met... Nesha,” She paused as the words sank in; “That’s right – and she is acting
like this is all normal. Huh... I suppose acting is a poor choice of word. She believes
from what I can tell that this is right – If that makes sense. Not sure how you put it
together though – I watched her die.”

“I remember, the business with the murders was a lot to get over.” Trinity sighed. “I can’t
get to grips with how odd all this is. It isn’t just that, but everyone is human, and I mean
everyone. The number of people that remember being on the Exeter for real is
incredibly low though. Most are utterly sold on this TV show thing.”

“You’re right. I've not had much luck looking into things. Im trying my best not to destroy
my – Ava’s life here. What I would give for a working tricorder right now. I went to pull
some tech apart last night to try get something that might help – but then I realised I
was kinda hampered by a lack of tools. Whats your thoughts on it all?”

“Well…” She blushed slightly. “Might have already destroyed Darcy’s life, I kicked her
boyfriend out this morning. He was annoying and clingy.” Trinity shrugged, she knew
that she should be bothered by it, but she really wasn’t.

(Reply Hammerfield)

Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0719)

“Well…” She blushed slightly. “Might have already destroyed Darcy’s life, I kicked her
boyfriend out this morning. He was annoying and clingy.” Trinity shrugged.

“Really now... lets hope Darcy approves – if there even is a Darcy,” The action seemed
a bit rash from her perspective but saying that she hadn’t been buttoned down with
someone who supposedly wanted to spend their life with you. A dog was quite sufficient
for that emotional connection for her.
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“Maybe, I need space though. As to the tools, they must have stuff like that here, I saw
loads of workers moving the sets around, and fixing stuff. There must be a place where
they keep all their kit. See if you can borrow what you need, we could do with even a
really basic way of scanning things. If you can’t borrow it, just buy the stuff using your
handheld device, you can purchase anything you need, bought my coffee with it this
morning. Maybe you can rig some kind of crude scanner up, perhaps have a chat with
Kiera?”
“Not a bad idea – Ill say this you’ve picked up on a lot of this stuff a bit quicker than me,”
being fair though she had spent most of yesterday doing what Ava would have been,
“Took me far longer than id like to admit to understand just how to get some of the stuff
to work.”

(Reply Frost)

“If this is a film studio – maybe they have some robotics equipment about I might be able to co-opt?
Would also depend if Keira is on the same page as us – not bumped into her yet,” she nodded looking
back at herself in the mirror. “Not Ava – Janice.” She turned her head back round, “Sorry – every so often
I just need to remind myself. Once we are done with whatever is planned for today ill take a look about
the studio. Gotta be something I can use.”

(Reply Frost)

(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lt(jg) Trinity
Frost/Darcy Powell – 0720)

“Not a bad idea – I'll say this you’ve picked up on a lot of this stuff a bit quicker than
me,” being fair though she had spent most of yesterday doing what Ava would have
been, “Took me far longer than id like to admit to understand just how to get some of the
stuff to work.”

Trinity shrugged. “Been on my own since I was 19, gives you a slant on life. I spent
yesterday just thinking and experimenting with things.”
“If this is a film studio – maybe they have some robotics equipment about I might be able to
co-opt? Would also depend if Keira is on the same page as us – not bumped into her yet,” she
nodded looking back at herself in the mirror. “Not Ava – Janice.” She turned her head back
round, “Sorry – every so often I just need to remind myself. Once we are done with whatever is
planned for today i'll take a look about the studio. Gotta be something I can use.”

Nodding, Trinity spoke gently. “There must be loads of things that you could use, not my
field, I’m a good aeronautics engineer, but building things like that from scratch is not
my forte. That’s more your and Commander Merek’s field obviously.”

(Reply Hammerfield)

“Not sure, We probably need to start convening in bigger groups, divvy out tasks and
the like. I’m not much use unless we steal a fighter and you need a pilot.” She smiled in
amusement.

(Reply Hammerfield)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0721)

"Well... its all kinda the same when your break it down – but I understand your point. I
just need some time to have a really good rummage about and see what I can get a
hold of. I guess that’s something for me to figure out. You got any plans?”
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“Not sure, We probably need to start convening in bigger groups, divvy out tasks and the like. I’m not
much use unless we steal a fighter and you need a pilot.” She smiled in amusement.

“Hey well you never know. I hear that stars get special treatment – maybe you have
your own private jet parked out back,” Janice gave her a small wink.

(Reply Trinity)

“If you come across anything that might look useful to make some scanner I’d be
grateful if you could pass it onto me. Ill – try figure something out....” Janice looked over
to Trinity and her face sank a little, “Is.. is it bad that in some way I want Ava’s life?”

(Reply Trinity)

“I mean don’t get me wrong – im a straightforward practical kinda gal. Yet some part of
me I guess would prefer not being shot at,” she gave a small smile back and shook her
head, “Dont worry – im not about to loose my grip on who I am now I know you Sleeford
are in the same boat.”

(Reply Trinity)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACFO Lt(jg) Trinity Frost/
Darcy Powell – 0722)

“Hey well you never know. I hear that stars get special treatment – maybe you have
your own private jet parked out back,” Janice gave her a small wink.
Trinity laughed, and pushed her hair back out of her eyes. “That would be so cool.”

Turning slightly to Janice, Trinity shook her head. “No I don’t think so, I can totally
understand. You kind of falling for this place?” She asked gently.

“Pretty much.” She answered. “I feel the same thing. I could totally have gone for
whatshisname had he not have been so horribly clingy; I mean I couldn’t go for a wee
on my own.” She shuddered at the still raw memory, Trinity was incredibly self sufficient,
and in many matters of her life, very solitary. “As to your scanner, I’ll keep my eyes open
of course, must be a way to do it with what we have access to. It’s going to be a cow to
actually make it work.”

(Reply Hammerfield)

(reply Hammerfield)
(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Makeup Trailer C – ACEO Lieutenant Janice
Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0723)

“Pretty much.” She answered. “I feel the same thing. I could totally have gone for
whatshisname had he not have been so horribly clingy; I mean I couldn’t go for a wee
on my own.” She shuddered. “As to your scanner, I’ll keep my eyes open of course,
must be a way to do it with what we have access to. It’s going to be a cow to actually
make it work.”

"Of that I have no doubt – but I appreciate the help,” Janice nodded. Trinity was right –
making some type of actual working scanner would be difficult. Maybe she could narrow
things down if she knew more about what to look for. Then again is she knew what to
look for why would one need a scanner to being with. “I’ve been trying to roll with whats
been coming out here – not sure if that’s best or not. Seems to be the best source of
information I have right now. Thoughts?”
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“Hmm. Not sure. I think for the moment keep our heads down, play along with whatever
scenario this is, film whatever scenes we’re asked to. We don’t know yet if it’s part of
whatever trap this is or the way out. So until we, or Command have figured it out then
it’s best not to make waves and play along.” She answered.
“Agreed – well who ever it is seems to know a lot about us. I find that rather
disconcerting,” pausing a bit Janice looked over at her and cocked her eye a bit, “Wait a
minute – the guy you gave the boot. Sorry to pry but did it feel like he was trying to hard
to be a perfect match for you?”

(reply Trinity)

“A lifetime of being pampered and having him stuck to you – yea – you’d probably be bored stiff,” Janice
thought for a bit more, “If this all made up and if someone knows us. If mister right was off for you –
maybe they have the information but how to express it is off? Sorry I think aloud sometimes.”

(reply Trinity)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D – 2O/CEO Lt. Cmdr. Keira Merek / Anna

Hegilsdottir – 0807)

The artist gently guided Keira’s head back into a head rest. “Lay back, dear.” She said, a lever was pulled
and Keira was very nearly dropped back into a more reclined position.3

“Ravok has contacted a few others of the crew.” Keira said. “From what he had determined some
members of the crew are with us, and others believe that they are the actors they appear to be.”

(Reply Ire)

“What are you two talking about, have you gone loco?” The second of Keira’s team asked.
“Just going over lines, sweetie.” Keira assured her.

“I guess.” She said before leaving the room giving the anti-inflammatory a chance to work.

Once the crew left for a short break, Keira spoke again. “It seems to me we are in some sort of alternate
past, it’s not clear how we got here, but as far as I’m concerned the Prime Directive, and to an extent the
Temporal Prime Directive still applies, until we learn exactly how we got here, if it’s a simulation or if we’ve
actually in some version of our own past.”

(Reply Ire)

“Ravok has met more than I have. I have no knowledge of the status of the Captain or First Officer. That
should be one of our priorities.” Keira said. “It seems a human version of Doctor Methor is our gate guard.
He seemed to have no knowledge of being himself. He kept asking about being written into a plot.”

(Reply Ire)

Ire was able to finish, but Keira was not able to respond before the make-up crew walked back in.

“It should be working now, hon!” She announced pulling the cold cloth off of Keira’s face. “Go ahead and
sit up.” The chair was re-adjusted to accommodate a sitting position.

As Keira did so the teams assembled to begin applying prosthetics, ears for Keira and nose ridge for Ire.
(Reply Ire, any)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D –Richard Evans/Ire Williams– 0809)

“Ravok has contacted a few others of the crew.”

Ire nodded.

“From what he had determined some members of the crew are with us, and others believe that they are
the actors they appear to be.”

Ire controlled his face and voice even though his emotions screaming inside him.

“I see.”

~So, this is happening to more then just me. Ow thank the profits. But what about Jennifer and how will
this affect me and Greta~

He realised that Keira was speaking to him again and listened to what she was saying.

“It seems to me we are in some sort of alternate past, it’s not clear how we got here, but as far as I’m
concerned the Prime Directive, and to an extent the Temporal Prime Directive still applies, until we learn
exactly how we got here, if it’s a simulation or if we’ve actually in some version of our own past.”

“That’s going to be fun getting a visit from temporal investigations when we get back.”

He paused.

“If this is a simulation it’s a good one. It dose feel a bit strange version of our own past.”

“Ravok has met more than I have. I have no knowledge of the status of the Captain or First Officer. That
should be one of our priorities.”

“It seems a human version of Doctor Methor is our gate guard. He seemed to have no knowledge of being
himself. He kept asking about being written into a plot.”

He looked over at Keria.
“Okay so it seams that only some people are affected, and some are not. We will need to be careful who
we talk to as it maybe seen to others that we are acting out of normality for this..”

Ire paused for a moment before speaking

“.. what ever this is.”

He saw that Keira was about to reply but the make-up crew walked back in but stopped.

“It should be working now, hon!”

“Go ahead and sit up.”

He looked over at her again and saw the Merek he knew looking back at him. He needed to ask some
normal conversation so that the make-up staff would not get too worried.

“Do we know when we are going to be on set today?”

(Reply Merek)

“I hope we get some good parts today. Especially are we are up this early.”

(Reply Merek)

(Reply Merek, any)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Make-up Trailer D – 2O/CEO, Lt. Cmdr Keira Merek / Anna
Hegilsdottir – 0810)

“Do we know when we are going to be on set today?” Ire asked.
“As soon as we are done here presumably.” Keira answered as the makeup artists swarmed the pair.
Applying the pointed pinnae on Keira and the nasal ridges on Ire. “Until they start the camera running, I
plan on finding Kyle to run some lines before principle filming starts.”

“I hope we get some good parts today. Especially are we are up this early.”

“Agreed.” Keira said simply. “I got a peek at the script, this episode is supposed to be the crew reliving
some of our biggest regrets and mistakes. Invariably mine will have to do with something back at the
academy, Keira supposedly spread herself way too thin. As such she got grades that weren’t the greatest.
Maybe even her try out to the fighter wing, the confrontation between herself and Commander Sinclair
was supposedly very tense.” ~It was when I lived it the first time.~ “I guess it’s up to me to make it that
way. What about yourself?”

(Reply Ire, any)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0830)

EXT. THE STREETS
It is nightfall. The skies are a haunted orange hue and the streets covered in mist. A lone
figure emerges from the mist, HEINRICH KRUZE, holding a briefcase. He’s being followed.

He turns a corner and stops. He can feel he’s being followed. He turns and sees THE
PANDA.

THE PANDA
Doctor Kruze, what a surprise.

HEINRICH KRUZE
You’ve been following me.
THE PANDA
We need to talk, you’ve been incognito.

HEINRICH KRUZE
I said all I need to say.

THE PANDA
The Boss is upset. He’s losing one of his best suppliers.

HEINRICH KRUZE
Yeah, well, tough shit.

THE PANDA
Is that what I’m supposed to tell him?

HEINRICH KRUZE
You can tell him you lost me.

HEINRICH KRUZE takes a PHASER out of his coat pocket. THE PANDA smirks.

THE PANDA
You wouldn’t.

HEINRICH KRUZE fires the PHASER, stunning the PANDA. He throws it to the ground,
stares for a beat, and walks off briskly.

HEINRICH KRUZE (NARRATION)
I finally did it. I cut my ties. But the guilt remains.

As much as Heinrich wanted to give the writer a piece of his mind and take it all the way up to the
executive producer, that would have to wait. Right now finding Lieutenant Commander Ravok was most
important. But Heinrich had a bad sense of direction under the best of circumstances, let alone on a
Hollywood lot in a past he hardly knew. He wandered the lot looking for Trailer A, a task that ought to
have been easier than it was managing to be. After a few minutes of walking aimlessly among hangers
and trailers he pulled a worker aside.

“Sir, do you know where Trailer A is?” He asked.

The man stared at him blankly, “Aren’t you supposed to be on set?”

“I’ll get on set as soon as I check on Trailer A.”

“Uh, sure. It’s at the end of that row of trailers there.”

“I passed that!” Heinrich said, incredulous.

“Yeah, probably. See you on set.”

Heinrich walked down to the Trailer and knocked before entering.

“Lieutenant Is that you?” Heinrich asked.

(Reply Ravok)

“I’m Ensign Heinrich Kruze, Paul Sleeford sent me over here. Told me you might be able to tell me
something, anything, about what the hell is going on.”

(Reply Ravok)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer A- CTO/3O Lieutenant Commander Ravok /
Kyle Ravine- 0835)

Ravok heard a knock on the trailer door.

“Lieutenant Is that you?” Heinrich asked.
~ Lieutenant? Its Lieutenant Commander ~

" Lieutenant Commander actually. Come in " Ravok replied. The man's face seemed familiar, but
Ravok had not had the chance to meet him.

“I’m Ensign Heinrich Kruze, Paul Sleeford sent me over here. Told me you might be able to tell
me something, anything, about what the hell is going on.”

" Shut the door and lock it. " Ravok said gesturing to a chair for Kruze to sit down in.

( reply Kruze.)

Ravok sat down and looked at Ensign Kruze.
" From what I gathered Ensign. We are in a complex simulation of an altered history of pre-
warp Earth . Some of the crew have retained their memories while others seem to be either
completely altered or part of the simulation itself. "

( reply Kruze)

" The chief Science officer Lieutenant Cortez was fine with full retention of her memories and
personality, something happened and she became altered by this reality. Everything that was
her is now gone. That's all I have so far. " Ravok said, invested in Kruze's response.

( reply Kruze)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer A- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/
Oliver Bader-Pagitt - 0836)
“Shut the door and lock it.” Ravok said. Heinrich looked out to make sure there was no
one around, and locked the door.

“All clear.” Heinrich said as he sat down on the chair Ravok was gesturing toward.

Ravok sat down and looked at him. "From what I gathered Ensign. We are in a complex
simulation of an altered history of pre- warp Earth. Some of the crew have retained their
memories while others seem to be either completely altered or part of the simulation
itself.”

Heinrich needed a moment to take it in. A simulation would make more sense than time
travel. But why would some have memories and others not? There was much that
wasn’t adding up.

“I see.” Was all he could muster.

"The chief Science officer Lieutenant Cortez was fine with full retention of her memories
and personality, something happened and she became altered by this reality. Everything
that was her is now gone. That's all I have so far.”

“I can confirm that. I was just with Cortez, or should I say Genevieve. She wouldn’t stop
talking about you, or at least she couldn’t stop talking about Kyle Ravine.”

(Reply Ravok)

“You know, that gets me thinking. I went on a date last night.”
(Reply Ravok)

“I, I don’t know how to say this other than to just say it.” Heinrich gulped. “I believe she
is your sister. An Amber Ravine.”

(Reply Ravok)

(Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios - Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes -
0837)

After a moment reading the message, Genevieve sat back in her chair and thought.

~something isn't right. Kyle never ran from me before. All that talk last night about getting back
to the ship and calling me Erin? He's different. Scared and Kyle is never scared. Unless you
count clowns.

This is something else. He's not him. But he is. My Kyle is in there somewhere. I can sense him.
I need to see what this guy says but… if he's having some sort of episode then I will stand by
him. Whatever he needs. Whether it be me, time or just to get away. He's been so involved in
this show that he's losing himself.~

Opening her eyes, she picked up her phone, began walking towards the security entrance to the
studio and typed a message as she walked, "Come to the studio entrance. The guys will let you
though. I'll be on the other side."

(Reply any)
(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer - CTO/3O LieutenantCommander Ravok / Kyle
Ravine- 0838)
“I can confirm that. I was just with Cortez, or should I say Genevieve. She wouldn’t stop talking
about you, or at least she couldn’t stop talking about Kyle Ravine.” Kruze said.

Ravok nodded his head.
" Apparently that is who I am supposed to be. Some Australian actor and set designer. Kyle and
Genevieve are engaged."

“You know, that gets me thinking. I went on a date last night.”

" I'm glad this place is working out well for someone Ensign , but what about it ?"

“I, I don’t know how to say this other than to just say it.” Heinrich gulped. “I believe she is your
sister. An Amber Ravine.”

Ravok shook his head.
" Not my sister, Maybe Kyle's sister. I am an only child. This simulation is masterfully crafted,
tempting and promising in every way. "

( reply Kruze)

" I told Lieutenant Sleeford to spread the word to as many people as he could to meet back here
at noon. The schedule has everyone clear from 1200 to 1300 for a break. That will be the
perfect time to pull our collective resources and individual reconnaissance
that we have gathered so that we can make a planned effort to escape this place. " Ravok
informed him.

( reply Kruze)

(Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios -Declan Dupree- 0839)
"Excuse me miss," Declan said as he ran up to Genevie. "Don't go in there, you don't want to go
in there."

(reply Cortez)

Declan adjusted his jacket. He was a tall man, roughly 6 foot 3, with a somewhat frightening
build. Made even more frightening by his disheveled appearance, with a long unruly beard and
long tangled hair. He was wearing a jacket with three or four holes. His general demeanor
seemed deranged and he had a certain stench about him.

"The world isn't right, this world isn't right."

(reply Cortez)

"You aren't right. Nothing is as it is. Don't go in there you can't fight it in there. She's coming."

(reply Cortez)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Trailer A- aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze/ Oliver
Bader-Pagitt - 0839)

"Not my sister, Maybe Kyle's sister. I am an only child.” Heinrich breathed a sigh of relief. "This
simulation is masterfully crafted, tempting and promising in every way.”

“It certainly is, I think I could like getting to be an actor.”

"I told Lieutenant Sleeford to spread the word to as many people as he could to meet back here
at noon. The schedule has everyone clear from 1200 to 1300 for a break. That will be the
perfect time to pull our collective resources and individual reconnaissance that we have
gathered so that we can make a planned effort to escape this place. “

Heinrich nodded, “Sounds good to me, sir. I am supposed to be filming this morning. But I’m
currently fighting with a writer.”

(Reply Ravok)

“Well, have you seen the script? It’s a load of nonsense.

(Reply Ravok)

(Toronto, Canada - Outside PinewoodStudios - Lieutenant Erin Cortez/Genevieve Rhodes -
0840)

"Excuse me miss. Don't go in there, you don't want to go in there."

Lifting her head up, Genevieve's eyes grew a little wide at the sight of the man in front of her. He
was tall, dishevelled and was more than a little intimidating.

Taking a step back from him, she looked at him and smiled, "A little hard when I've already
been in there. I was coming out here to collect someone I need to see." She paused for a
moment as she looked at this man. She could tell he was agitated and took a breath before
continuing,

"What's wrong?"

"The world isn't right, this world isn't right."
"Okay. Listen, why don’t you just calm down and tell me what's the problem?

"You aren't right. Nothing is as it is. Don't go in there, you can't fight it in there. She's coming."

Genevieve flinched just a touch as he said nothing was as it is. The memory of Kyle saying that
he was his character on the show flashed into her mind.

"Wait…. What do you mean nothing is right?"

(Reply Dupree)

"Okay… who is she? Who's coming?"

(Reply Dupree)

As he talked, Genesaw out of the corner of her eyes the security guard walking towards them
and raised her hand slightly to indicate she was fine and for them to step back.

(Reply Dupree, any)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios – Lt Greta Smith/Donna Mills & Richard Evans/Ire
Williams – 0845)

Ire walked through the studio lot trying to work out where to go next. He was in his uniform
which was reassuringly familiar but it was not made from the normal materials and felt off
somehow as well. He saw some on in Star fleet uniform heading towards a large building and
followed them. He went through the door and through a confusing, winding path until he
suddenly found himself stepping onto the bridge. A familiar figure moved through a door at the
other side of the bridge.
~Greta~

He moved after her but did not hurry as to alarm any one. He saw her turn a corner and hurried
to catch up but was blocked by people coming the other way carrying big metal boxes. He
stepped aside to let them pass before entering a larger area that was hustling and bustling with
people in civilian and starfleet uniforms.

~Where is she, Where is she~

He scanned the crowds trying to find her

Standing off to one side, she closed her eyes. Seeing Ire had caught her off guard. ~is it Ire or
just the actor who plays him? ~ She thought to herself.

An image flashed into her mind of their first kiss back in his room after the incident on Trill. She
felt the kiss, the emotion of the moment and then, the memory changed slightly as a voice
shouted "Cut!"

Opening her eyes, the emotion of not knowing which was real and which wasn't was telling on
her face as she looked again for him

He found her looking at him across the crowd of people. He looked at her and felt himself
wanting to run across the room and hold her in his arms. The feeling of joy and happiness that
he had found her was almost overwhelming. He took one step before he stopped himself.

~What if this is not his Greta. What if she is an actress like some of the others~

She drew a breath as she caught sight of him across the crowd. Seeing him looking at her, she
stared for a second not knowing what to do.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded slightly. ~Oh please understand. ~ she thought to herself as
she spotted someone leaving a trailer and looked at him, she nodded towards the door that had
been left open.

He saw her nod towards a trailer and understood what she meant. He began to work his way
through the crowd.

~If this is not my Greta then. I am going into a trailer with another woman. What about Jennifer
and Annabell? How would that affect them if they thought that Richard was spending time alone
in a trailer with another actress? I know that Ire is in love with Greta but Richard is married to
Jennifer and is Annebell’s father and for better or worse I am in this place.~

He stopped at the trailer’s door with his hands on the door handle.

~But if I do go in and she is my Greta then she may understand more about what is going on
here~

He paused with doubt and indecision going through his mind.

~I am not Richard, I am Ire. I need to remember that~

He pulled open the door and stepped into the trailer.

As the door opened and he stepped in, her heart jumped a little. Still unsure about who she
was, the sight of him in the doorway erased any doubt from her mind. Smiling softly, she wiped
a slight tear from her eyes as she said, quietly, "is it you?"

He looked at her trying to keep his emotions in check but failing. He turned to close the door to
give him a few seconds to try and compose himself before he looked back at her.

“Yes.”
Biting her lip, she stepped forward a little and stopped. "Ire… what's going on… " she stopped,
realising that this was a chance that she hadn't had for a while and looked down, not at him.

Taking a breath, she looked back up at him, shame for her actions before new year written all
over her face. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

He stepped forward and hugged her. Feeling relief at holding her so close.

“I have no idea what is happening. I fell asleep at new Year's party and then I find myself here
as this person called Richard Evans.”

Feeling his arms around her, something so familiar yet somehow alien to her at the same time,
she buried her head on his chest and stayed quiet for a moment.

"I… remember new year but I know that I have been teaching dancing to kids here. It's like I
have two sets of memories. Both fighting against each other. Right now, this feels right but alien
too." She paused and looked up at him, wanting to kiss him but didn't.

"Ire, incase something happens, I'm sorry."

He paused for a moment looking at her.

“Sorry about what?”

Stepping back from him, she turned away, sighed and said, "I… reacted badly to you. You went
through something, something bad and all I did was not support you. You needed space and
I… I slapped you. I realise how wrong that was and I… don't know if you can ever forgive me…"
her voice tailed off as she stayed facing away from him.

“I should be the one who is apologising. I was the one who pushed you away. I was hurting yes
but that doesn't excuse my actions. You were only trying to help.”
"No. You did nothing wrong. I should have…" she turned back and looked at him, tears welling
in her eyes, "I miss you.."

He nodded and felt the tears in his own eyes.

“I know I have missed you too.”

Looking at him, she stepped close to him, her hand reaching for his and then she pulled it back,
"Are you really you?"

“Yes I am really Ire. Are you really Greta?”

"I think so. I mean I know what I feel right now.." she paused as she realised how close to him
she was.

“I feel the same. I have missed you so much.”

Looking into his eyes, something deep in her was screaming at her to do two things. Both
diametrically opposite. One voice said run, don’t do anything. The other said that she should…

Leaning up, she looked deep into his eyes and kissed him gently.

He held her closer as he kissed her back.

(Reply none)

(Toronto Canada- Pinewood Studios- Exeter set- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 08:55)

After leaving Dr Kruze to find Ravok, Paul wandered around , looking at the various structures that sat in
place, holding back the laughter. This was not the Exeter, but a weird, shoddy facsimile. Running his hand
over the wall Paul felt the rough texture of cheap plywood. Walking away he shook his head. Seeing
members of the crew doing various strange things Paul decided to leave and continue his search.

Entering a long quite side corridor, with offices leading off with names like ‘Lead writer”, ‘Director” and so
on. Coming to a wall of pictures Paul stopped and looked.

Studying the pictures Saul could see why Tristan Steele and Gabrielle Knight had been drafted in to play
the captain and first officer, looking along the row the one of him at some party with a blond on his arm,
he looked younger, a lot younger, reading the date under the picture he was shocked to see it was dated
‘June 2019’ six years ago, before the world went crazy, before the plague that killed over a quarter of the
entire planets population, he’d been one of the lucky ones, he’d been sick, had spent three months on a
ventilator, only to find after his wife and only child hadn’t made it. Saul had taken that badly, very badly.
When the call came to star as Paul Sleeford he spent weeks deliberating on taking the part. It was only
when his agent told him bluntly that no one else wanted him anymore, that Saul signed the contract,
along with the clause for his weekly sobriety test, one failed result then Sleeford would be killed off and
Saul out on his ear.

Reading the small plaque under the picture he smiled at the memory, ‘ TV Choice awards 2018.
Nominated for best supporting actor in a daytime drama.’ Yvonne had liked really Glamourise that night,
took the shine off several of the bigger stars.

Taking out his phone he checked the time, 09:05. He was supposed to do something at 09:00 but couldn’t
remember what, there was a nagging doubt he was supposed to call someone but he couldn’t remember
who..

(Posted by Alistair)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios – Lt Greta Smith/Donna Mills – 0855)

Opening her eyes, Donna looked up at Richard and blinked a moment.

"Richard?"
(Reply Ire)

"What…. I was looking for my dance shoes…"

(Reply Ire)

Stepping back from him, Donna knew she was flustered and knew something had happened but
wasn't sure what. Smiling, she spotted her shoes on the table near her.

"Ah, there they are."

(Reply Ire)

"I should go. Hopefully we get some scenes together this season that don't end up with having
to do twenty takes because you kept laughing."

(Reply Ire)

Walking towards the door of the trailer, Donna opened it and sighed, "See you around Richard.
Say hi to the family for me."

(Reply Ire)

Stepping out, Donna closed the door behind her, walked a few steps away and, subconsciously,
put her finger on her lips as she walked away.

(Reply Ire)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios – Trailer - Richard Evans/ Ire Williams– 0857)
"Richard?"

~Richard not Ire~

He paused for a moment trying to remember her other name.

“Yes Donna?”

"What…. I was looking for my dance shoes…"

He looked around the trailer and spotted something that did not look like normal shoes
near a table.

“I think that they are here.”

He saw her step back from him looking flustered but smiled as she saw her shoes.

"Ah, there they are."

Ire nodded

"I should go. Hopefully we get some scenes together this season that don't end up with
having to do twenty takes because you kept laughing."
Ire nodded politely.

“Yes that would be good.”

He saw her going out through the trailer door as she paused before she stepped
through.

"See you around Richard. Say hi to the family for me."

“Thank you I will.”

Greta stepped out and the door closed with Ire inside. He sat down hard on a nearby
chair.

“What is going on. One moment she is Greta the other she changes into Donna. This
place is crazy.”

(Reply Greta, any)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios. Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin 0900)

Matthew left the makeup trailer and decided to start looking for Commander Ravok, maybe he would at
least be able to give him some ideas of how to proceed next, assuming he knew where or who he was.
Taking a detour via the coffee cart, yep not as good as the stuff he had just had in the trailer but still
useful. He started walking towards where he thought he had to go. He waved down someone who looked
like they knew where they were just to double check and realised he was going in the complete wrong
direction. Turning he finally made his way to where the bridge of the exeter was supposed to be, taking a
deep breath he walked in.
(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, Bridge Set, Ensign JG Matthew Fuller/Martin Franklin 0915)

Entering the large doors he stopped and stared at the layout before him. There was an old saying that
had been handed down his family line, "looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, then it is a duck". He tried to
run that through his head.."looks like the bridge, feels like the bridge...." but he couldn't finish, it wasn't the
bridge of the Exeter. He sighed and moved forward noticing as he did so 2 people standing near the
command chair. The one facing him looked very familiar.

Stepping forward he cleared his throat, "Commander Ravok? This is Ensign Matthew Fuller of
Operations. This might sound strange if you're not who I hope you are, or you think I'm crazy but I serve
on the real Exeter with you".

He paused and waited for a reply hoping that the Commander and the other person didn't think he was
crazy.

(Reply Ravok)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Trailer of Ire Williams - Spectre CMO Andrew Williams -0900)

A tall, thin man with sad eyes approached a trailer. He was looking for someone and he was told that this
is the place where he could find them. How he got here, he didn't know. The last thing he remembered
was being in the subspace river, there was a flash of light, then he woke up on earth, in the past, in a life
not his own, with a voice telling him, find, Ire. He didn't really know who this Ire was supposed to be, only
that.....well it was someone he needed to find.A desire, a driving, a voice. Find him, he needs you. You
need him.

The man approached the door of the trailer and waited for it to open. As soon as it did he looked at the
man behind the door. Looked at Ire.

"Hello son."
(reply Ire)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios, Trailer of Ire Williams – Richard Evans/ Ire Williams -0904)

The man approached the door of the trailer and waited for it to open. As soon as it did he looked at the
man behind the door. Looked at Ire.

Ire looked up as there was a knock at the door of his trailer. He paused for a moment thinking that it could
be Greta or Donna again. He realised that he had waited for too long and the person might go away. He
stood up, opened the door and paused.

~What is he doing here. No, it’s not him. It cannot be he is dead along with everyone else. This must be
Richard Evans’s father. He cannot be mine but if it is maybe mother is her as well.”~

"Hello son."

~By the prophets it sounds just like him~

“Hal…”

His words chocked in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

~Get a grip Ire~

“Hallo....father.”

(Reply Williams)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 09:15)

Paul stood in the parking lot outside the offices and took a deep breath, for several seconds he wanted to
stay here, find a wife and raise a family. The longing was so great it had hurt. He closed his eyes and took
another breath. Slowly releasing it he counted to ten and opened his eyes. Walking away from the office
block Paul headed inside the large hanger.

Seeing a woman waving what appeared to be a large white sheet, walked briskly towards him.

“Saul Pickford, your going to be the death of me, your late for wardrobe, their having kittens in there,”

Seeing the half smile on her face, Paul was not sure if she was joking or deadly serious, hanging his head
he mumbled a suitable apology and followed behind the woman as she walked through a large set of
double swing doors. Stopping dead he saw rack of uniforms, from crewman all the way through fleet
admiral, each in their own bag, further on where Cardassian, Ferengi, Vulcan, Klingon and the odd
Romulan, walking past he reached out to feel the nearest Klingon uniform and laughed.

~That wouldn’t stop a fly, let alone a blade~

Following the woman to a small curtained off cubical he waited while she pulled back the vivid orange
print material.

“Found him outside. Bloody actors. Come along ‘Mr Pickford’ “

Glaring at the woman, Paul walked in to find a young woman and a middle aged man waiting.

“Right get those things off,Stella bag his gear and tag it, make sure you give him a receipt, can’t have
what happened last year repeated.”

The man gave out orders in a rapid, quick fire manner, reminiscent of his old drill sergeant, stripping to his
underwear Paul, was handed a pair of black pants, pulling them on he stopped halfway, the feel was
wrong.

Leaving wardrobe wearing the worst set of clothes he’d ever worn Paul wandered back towards the
trailers where he’d met with Ravok earlier.

Running his fingers over the sleeve of his ‘uniform’ top he frowned, the material was too course, the
colour wrong, it was too dull, the boots where too tight and the small sheath in his belt was missing, along
with the one in his right boot. Opening the door to the trailer Paul found it empty. Looking at the small
page taped to the wall it seemed to be a schedule of some sort, listing who was in what trailer at what
time.

~Bracken is in trailer E or she was at around 06:30 this morning. ~

Closing the door behind him Paul walked towards the trailer where ‘Commander Bracken’ should be.
Knocking on the door he waited.
(Reply Bracken)

Opening the door Paul walked in an stopped in front of the closed door.

“Commander?”

(Reply Bracken)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 09:25)

Paul stood with his back to the door, watching the woman in front of him.

“Before we go on, I have one question, a few months ago during an away mission, you did something that
for want of better words left a nasty taste in your mouth. What was it?”

(Reply Bracken)

Paul let out the breath he’d been holding, “Thank god. Lieutenant Sleeford reporting for duty ma’am.”

(Reply Bracken)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios, Makeup E - FO Cmdr Ailynn Bracken/Gabrielle Knight
09:26)

Closing the door behind him Paul walked towards the trailer where ‘Commander Bracken’
should be. Knocking on the door he waited.

Ailynn looked up toward the door, wondering if this was the call to set that she had been waiting
for. There seemed to be a lot of waiting around in this TV business, the inefficiency was
annoying her. “Enter” She called.

Opening the door Paul walked in an stopped in front of the closed door.

“Commander?”
A sense of relief washed over her temporarily. “Lieutenant Sleeford.” She nodded in reply.

Paul stood with his back to the door, watching the woman in front of him.

“Before we go on, I have one question, a few months ago during an away mission, you did
something that for want of better words left a nasty taste in your mouth. What was it?”

Ailynn nodded, there had been many of these events in the last couple of months, but one still
haunted her. “I killed a man. Actually not just a man, and I didn’t just kill him, I damned his soul
for eternity.” There had been a few people that had been around when she’d had to do that, and
her trauma was no real secret. She was at heart a medic. First do no harm.

Paul let out the breath he’d been holding, “Thank god. Lieutenant Sleeford reporting for duty
ma’am.”

“At ease. It’s good to see you Paul. Everyone I’ve met so far hasn’t been themselves. How are
you holding up?”

(Reply Sleeford)

Ailynn nodded an agreement, with a sigh. “The Captain is acting like he has no idea who Trip is.
Others too have no recollection of the Exeter being real; it’s all a TV show to them. Your
thoughts?”

(Reply Sleeford)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios, Makeup E - COO LtJG Paul Sleeford/Saul Pickford 09:27)

“At ease. It’s good to see you Paul. Everyone I’ve met so far hasn’t been themselves. How are
you holding up?”

Paul shrugged, "To be honest commandeer, I'm a little scared. No ... worried is a better
description. I've spoken to Janice Hammerfield, she seems o.k. a little distrustful of others,
Ravok is angry, I don't know if its his Romulan heritage or if hes had enough. Other then those
two, I found Doctor Kruze and sent him to see Lieutenant Commander Ravok, your the only
other person I've spoken to, so far."

"I'll be honest Commander I woke up yesterday thinking it was a holodeck simulation, this
morning I thought maybe Q was involved, now I'm not so sure, I wonder if this is some sort of
game played by some entity, which one, I don't know, from the discussions myself and Ravok
have had, it seems we're pre WW3, all the event leading to it haven't happened, which means,
no Phoenix flight, no first contact ..and so on. star fleet doesn't yet exist."

Paul fell silent as the implications of what he'd just said sank in, if Starfleet didn;t exist the
possibility that the crew didn;t exist would cause more headaches if he thought about it for long.

"The thought did occur to me if we're here then are the people we've replaced on the Exeter?"

(Reply Bracken)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, The Bridge Set CTO/3O Lieutenant Commander Ravok/
Kyke Ravine –0957)

After meeting with commander Bracken Ravok made his way to the bridge set. Once there he
looked around in disbelief. He stood at the tactical station and touched the screen on the
terminal. There was no tactile feedback pulsation on his fingers tips from the terminal, no
noises, no change in the display. In the darkened screen of the tactical station he says his
reflection, a face that resembled his own, but it was made of special effects makeup. He had
been steadily reaching his boiling point , but the feelings he felt were becoming too much. He
was finding himself experiencing a more primal form of his emotions, perhaps this was normal
for homosapiens to feel things in such a way.
He backed away from the terminal in disgust. The fake eyebrows, the false pointed ears made
him feel like an imposter, a mockery even. Suddenly a woman's voice spoke from behind him.

" How's your makeup holding up? "

The voice sounded familiar, he turned around and saw a face he'd thought he would never see
again. It was Nesha, his dead cousin. Her face now human in appearance, her strong Romulan
features removed.

Ravok backed up in shock.
" You're dead."

She looked at him and laughed with a hint of confusion. " I'm dead ? You're the one who locked
mom and dad in a backroom at the convention center yesterday, plus you didn't return a single
phone call " She said stepping toward him. Something about his words reverberating within her.

Ravok held his hand up, backing away down the slight ramp toward the center of the bridge. "
Get away from me. I'm warming you."

" What the hell is wrong with you ?" She asked, stopping and resting her hands on the tactical
console.

" I've had enough of this. I'm serious. I'm beyond done with this S#!+. First I wake up in bed with
my best friend, then some imposters show up claiming to be my parents, one of them even
bearing the face of my dead mother and now….you. "

She walked towards him. " Seriously Kyle calm down. Your acting ins…"

Ravok stepped toward her. " SHUT UP!!! There is nothing you hear me ? NOTHING that will
make me listen to a single word whatever or whoever you are has to say. Nesha died."

She shook her head. " Kyle please stop ." She pleaded ,reaching out to touch him.

Ravok quickly snatched her arm and pulled her towards him, gripping her wrist with force.
" Consider this a merciful warning. If you talk to me again or even try to touch me. I will kill you. "
He said sternly and threw her arm to the side.
She grabbed her wrist as tears welled up in her eyes. After a brief painful glance she took off
running from the bridge set.

Ravok paced for a few steps in anger. Stopping eight in front of the command chair.

" SOMETIMES A CHAIR IS A CHAIR !" He said loudly as he grabbed the headrest and forcibly
flipped the captain's chair forward.

Ravok reached in his pocket and clicked on the name Saul in his contacts.
He held the device up to his ear.

( reply Sleeford)

" It's me, I can't do this anymore…."

( reply Sleeford)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 09:58)

Paul had left the First Officer and had spent thirty minutes wandering around the set looking for
Matt Fuller, hopefully between them and the small team he had forming in his mind, they could
figure out what the heck was going on.

The sound of dogs barking made him look round puzzled, seeing nothing he felt his left hand
pocket vibrating.

~What the…~

Reaching into the pocket he pulled out a vibrating, barking phone.

~Who set up their device like this. ~

Seeing the mane on the screen Paul pressed the small green button under the name, holding the
phone to his ear he spoke.

“Sleeford”

" It's me, I can't do this anymore…."
“Ok Commander, two things, take a deep breath and tell me where you are. “

(Reply Ravok)

“Okay, stay there, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”

Closing the call Paul made his way to the sound stage where the bridge, brig, engineering and
OPs office sets where, approaching from where the veiwscreen should be Paul stepped through
the hole, seeing Ravok at the tactical station and three worried looking stagehands in the
corner, shooting Ravok glances. Walking over Paul smiled.

"Can you give us a couple of minutes guys!"

Holding his hand to his face he wobbled it back and forth, like someone shaking a glass, the two
elder looked at Ravok and nodding knowingly, as all three walked off set Paul approached the
station. Stopping in front of Ravok he held up his hand and extended his fore finger level with
the tip of his nose.

"Commander, focus on my finger", Looking Ravok in the eyes Paul continued, "You are
Lieutenant Commander Ravok ir'Darmond Lathuel tr'Shara Third officer and Chief Tactical
officer on the USS Exeter. "

Paul held up his middle finger and placed it next to his fore finger, "Your engaged to be married
to one of the prettiest women on the ship, although what she sees in an ugly git like you I don;t
know."

Placing his ring finger with the other two Paul continued, "you have a daughter you dote on,
again how anyone as so damn ugly like you can father a pretty little thing like that I'll never
know."
Placing his little finger with the others Paul continued on, "Your friends with the captain, and Ire
Williams the Chief pilot. Two men you would die for."

Placing the hand on Ravok shoulder Paul squeezed, "Since I joined this crew on Mars, I've
come to value you as a friend. when we get back, you, me, Ire are taking over that Tellerites bar
and anyone else that want to come are free to do so and we're going to drink it dry. Now
commander we have a job to do. We need to find Mr Fuller, Kiera and find out why we're all
here and more importantly how to get home and if Q pokes his head out of a wall and starts to
laugh I'm going to go all Sisko on him. "

(Reply Ravok)

Smiling Paul pulled his jacket straight and laughed.

"Commander I'm fully aware insubordination is a six week stint in the brig. You can drag me to
any brig you like, when we get home, but first lets get there... Come on"

(Reply Ravok)

(Toronto, Canada, Pinewood Studios, The Bridge Set CTO/3O Lieutenant Commander Ravok/
Kyke Ravine –0959)

Ravok stood there as Sleeford walked on to the set.

"Can you give us a couple of minutes guys!"

Stopping in front of him, Sleeford held up his hand and extended his fore finger level with the tip
of his nose.

"Commander, focus on my finger", Paul directed.
"You are Lieutenant Commander Ravok ir'Darmond Lathuel tr'Shara Third officer and Chief
Tactical officer on the USS Exeter. "

Paul held up another finger as he seemed to be counting points , "You're engaged to be married
to one of the prettiest women on the ship, although what she sees in an ugly git like you I don;t
know."

Paul raised another finger in his count
"you have a daughter you dote on, again how anyone as so damn ugly like you can father a
pretty little thing like that I'll never know."

Placing his little finger with the others Paul continued on, "Your friends with the captain, and Ire
Williams the Chief pilot. Two men you would die for."

" I know Paul, I know. " Ravok replied softly

Placing the hand on his shoulder shoulder Paul squeezed slightly
"Since I joined this crew on Mars, I've come to value you as a friend. when we get back, you,
me, Ire are taking over that Tellerites bar and anyone else that want to come are free to do so
and we're going to drink it dry. Now commander we have a job to do. We need to find Mr Fuller,
Keira and find out why we're all here and more importantly how to get home and if Q pokes his
head out of a wall and starts to laugh I'm going to go all Sisko on him. "

Ravok knew Paul was right , Although He felt that Paul had not fully understood what he meant ,
by saying he couldn't do this anymore.
Ravok wasn't losing himself, he was however feeling the overwhelming urge to snap everyone
out of playing the part.
" Commander Bracken is still herself, effectively making her the ranking officer. She had said
that I should warn the others and remain in contact with her.I should warn you though Making
any sort of drastic move outside of commander Bracken's guidelines would be considered
insubordination."

Smiling Paul pulled his jacket straight and laughed.

"Commander I'm fully aware insubordination is a six week stint in the brig. You can drag me to
any brig you like, when we get home, but first lets get there... Come on"

( reply Sleeford)

Just as Ravok was going to respond to Sleeford, in walked yet another dead person. It was
Maxine.

"I seem to have found you again Sleeford. Of course you do stick out like a sore thumb. You
were oh so much fun to play with. Are you ready for round two?"

( reply Sleeford)

Ravok backed away with caution.
" Paul…" He exclaimed, keeping his eyes on Maxine. Images of the holodeck flashed through
his mind. Memories of Maxine's crimes that haunted him came to the forefront of his
consciousness.

( reply Sleeford, Maxine ifw)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studios - Maxine/Emily Rose - 10:00)

As Emily walked through the set of Star Trek Exeter, she couldn't help but feel out of place. She was a
young actress, who was saddled with the name of a possessed girl from a Hollywood movie. Emily
thought of adopting a stage name, but she felt like her first name Emily, combined with her last name
Rose, well made her seem dignified. Of course she wondered if the reason why she got cast a lot as
villains or possessed women in horror movies was because of her name. Walking by she saw Saul
Pickford and Kyle Ravine, two of the regulars. Due to a last minute rewrite, she was called in to share a
scene with Saul Pickford. She got the notice late the night before and took a red eye from Vancouver to
Toronto. She was looking forward to revisiting Maxine. Walking up slowly to prank Saul she stealthily
slinked behind him; and with her Empress Maxine voice she cackled and smiled.

"I seem to have found you again Sleeford. Of course you do stick out like a sore thumb. You were oh so
much fun to play with. Are you ready for round two?"

(reply Sleeford)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s-COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 10:00)

" Commander Bracken is still herself, effectively making her the ranking officer. She had said
that I should warn the others and remain in contact with her.I should warn you though Making
any sort of drastic move outside of commander Bracken's guidelines would be considered
insubordination."

Smiling Paul pulled his jacket straight and laughed.

"Commander I'm fully aware insubordination is a six week stint in the brig. You can drag me to
any brig you like, when we get home, but first lets get there... Come on"

" Paul wait" Ravok said, stopping him. " I am fine. I'm not losing myself. I am just becoming
increasingly fed up with this place. I saw my dead cousin, Nesha and my dead birth mother.
Commander Bracken is being swept off her feet by Ryelle. This place is using dead people as
emotional pawns. "
Paul thought about what Ravok had said, if that was an acceptable explanation, then his
drunken, abusive birth father was still alive, making his mothers life a living hell. Which in turn
meant his sister had not married and his two nephews didn’t exist.

“I understand, at least I think I do, but why here, why now? What is someone or something trying to prove,
what’s the gain and why dead relatives ….”

Just as Ravok was going to respond to Sleeford, in walked yet another dead person. It was
Maxine.

"I seem to have found you again Sleeford. Of course you do stick out like a sore thumb. You
were oh so much fun to play with. Are you ready for round two?"

Paul stopped mid sentence and gritted his teeth, that voice had caused so much pain and
anguish, so much death and destruction, the voice that haunted his nightmares, not that he’d
admit to it to the counselor, the voice that had taunted him as Maxine had killed his friends.
Clenching his fingers, Paul pulled his palm back for a strike, turning ready to strike, Paul saw in
an instant a youthful face, full of mischief, with no malice at all, turning the punch way, nearly
wrenching his shoulder with the effort, Paul swore. Looking at the young woman he took a deep
breath and fired both barrels.

"DAMN IT GIRL. DON'T SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT. You'll give someone a bloody
heart attack "

" Paul…"

(Reply Maxine iyw)

Tuning back to Ravok, Paul closed his eyes and counted to ten. Opening them he shook he
head.
"For a second I thought.....Damn I thought I was still on the holodeck and it was all her wicked
game"

(Reply Ravok)

(Reply Ravok and Maxine ify)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s- Maxine/Emily Rose - 10:02)

"DAMN IT GIRL. DON'T SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT. You'll give someone a bloody
heart attack "

" Paul…"

"I was just trying to be silly. Didn't realize you were wound up so tight this morning."

Tuning back to Ravok, Paul closed his eyes and counted to ten. Opening them he shook he
head.

"For a second I thought.....Damn I thought I was still on the holodeck and it was all her wicked
game"

Tapping on Saul's shoulder she smiled. "Saul, you do realize that was all pretend right, and episode. I
mean yeah, Maxine was fun to play. But like she was just a character. She wasn't even that bad of a
person until after the...." Maxine paused. "Oops, don't want to give away any secrets. Studio might have
my head.

(reply Sleeford, Ravok)
"Anyways, Kyle, I hope you don't mind, I was hoping to borrow Saul for a bit. They added new pages to
the script and he and I have a few scenes together, I was hoping to go over them with him."

(reply Ravok)

"anyways, I'll be over at craft services, Saul if you want to run lines, just meet me there."

(reply Sleeford)

Emily then smiled and made her way over to the Crafts services table.

(reply sleeford, ravok)

(Toronto Canada-Pinewood Studio’s- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford / Saul Pickford 10:03)

Tapping on Saul's shoulder she smiled.

"Saul, you do realize that was all pretend right, and episode. I mean yeah, Maxine was fun to play. But
like she was just a character. She wasn't even that bad of a person until after the...." Maxine paused.
"Oops, don't want to give away any secrets. Studio might have my head.

Paul looked the young girl and raised his eyebrows, “Until after? Never mind I think I know anyway”

He remembered Maxine when she first boarded the ship, just like the girl standing before him, then
someone had got to her, changed her into a killer, someone with nothing but hatred towards the
federation.”

"Anyways, Kyle, I hope you don't mind, I was hoping to borrow Saul for a bit. They added new pages to
the script and he and I have a few scenes together, I was hoping to go over them with him."

(reply Ravok)

"anyways, I'll be over at craft services, Saul if you want to run lines, just meet me there."

Making a noncommittal nod Paul made a vague promise to go and see her. Watching her go Paul
shuddered.

“That was just plain scary, we both know those events happened, we both know Maxine was killed by Ire.
This place is beginning to give me the creeps”
(Posted by Alistair)

(Toronto-Canada- Pinewood Studios- COO LTjg Paul Sleeford/ Saul Pickford 10:10)

Paul left Ravok talking with Matt Fuller and made his way over to where Emily said she was heading, in
truth he was a little intrigued, he knew the real Maxine had for want of better words dissolved on the
holodeck, with accompanying twinkling sounds, like the old wind chime his mother had over the porch

Approaching where Maxine stood, Paul slipped into old habits, stopping he studied his, he wanted to say
prey, but the context on this world was wrong. Standing there watching he saw no resemblance of the
Maxine he was familiar with, the young woman seemed like any of the young females he’d seem,
excitable, full of life, walking over he stopped behind her.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

(Reply Maxine)

Pointing to a small table Paul smiled.

“More comfortable sitting down I think, coffee?”

(Reply Maxine)

(Toronto, Canada - Pinewood Studios lot - Wardrobe- Tristan Steele - 1020)

As Tristan sat down in wardrobe waiting to be attended to, he couldn't help but feel like something was
off. He wondered if it had something to do with the voices he heard earlier. Of course what he didn't know
is that deep inside his mind was a battle for his very soul. How could he know? As far as he knew he was
always Tristan Steele, this world was real. He was a false set of memories, in a false reality, piloting the
body of Trip Williams. Trip Williams, whose consciousness was currently speaking with Quella, the
architect of this reality. The same Quella who was masquerading around this world in a physical form as
Faith Morgan, Tristan's live in girlfriend.

So of course Tristan was feeling off, as deep in his mindscape was a discussion that he had no idea was
taking place. He was being bogged down by a weight that he did not know was there, just that he could
feel it. Still, costume fitting would be a welcome distraction.

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