- seventeen years ago]
(We are gazing at those Fire Plains that T'Pol
took Trip to see before she got married. Underground, a man is
squeezing himself through tunnels that have at least been modified by
people, judging by the shapes of the openings. He finds a box with the
bust of a male carved on top of it, and begins to gently brush off the
dust of the ages to reveal an inscription.)
Admiral Maxwell Forrest's Personal Log. I've
arrived on Vulcan, hopeful that the High Command is finally ready to
conduct joint missions with Starfleet.
[United Earth Embassy]
SOVAL: Admiral, the High Command will tell you its
decision at the proper time.
FORREST: After all we've been through, I'd rather hear the good news
SOVAL: The High Command hasn't included me in their discussions.
FORREST: They're not telling their own Ambassador to Earth what they're
planning? Welcome to the club.
SOVAL: Admiral, I know you find our reluctance to share technology and
FORREST: I can think of a few stronger words than that.
SOVAL: We don't know what to do about humans. Of all the species we've
made contact with, yours is the only one we can't define. You have the
arrogance of Andorians, the stubborn pride of Tellarites. One moment,
you're as driven by your emotions as Klingons, and the next, you
confound us by suddenly embracing logic.
FORREST :I'm sure those qualities are found in every species.
(They pass through the retina scanner at the Embassy security check.)
SOVAL: Not in such confusing abundance.
FORREST: Ambassador. Are Vulcans afraid of humans? Why?
SOVAL: Because there is one species you remind us of.
SOVAL: We had our wars, Admiral, just as humans did. Our planet was
devastated, our civilisation nearly destroyed. Logic saved us. But it
took almost fifteen hundred years for us to rebuild our world and
travel to the stars. You humans did the same in less than a century.
There are those on the High Command who wonder what humans would
achieve in the century to come, and they don't like the answer.
FORREST: We're not the Klingons. We only want to be your partners. To
do what the nations of Earth have learned to do. To work together in
SOVAL: Unfortunately, the future of relations between our worlds is not
mine to control.
(There's a dull thud sound. Max looks back then suddenly grabs Soval
and pushes him to the floor as the dust from an explosion billows
towards them and the building starts to fall apart. Then there is a
second explosion, and the top of the Embassy is blown off.)
[Launch bay two]
(I'm just guessing from the numbers 3 and 4 on the
floor and the hinges on the sections which imply that they open
Wherever on Enterprise it is, right now it's a basketball court for the
(She catches the ball but her shot is deflected to a stationary Phlox,
who easily puts it through the hoop.)
TUCKER: That's another game. Twenty one to two.
HOSHI: Time to switch sides again, Doctor.
PHLOX: Certainly. This is a most enjoyable sport. Reminiscent of Octran
T'POL: Captain, I've just spoken with Starfleet Command.
PHLOX: Except we're fully clothed, which is probably for the best.
Captain's starlog, supplemental. Enterprise has
arrived at Vulcan as ordered. Three days after the bombing of Earth's
embassy, the death toll stands at forty three, and I have lost my
friend, Admiral Forrest. Vulcan authorities still have no lead on who's
ARCHER: I'm sorry to keep you from your family, but
I'm going to need you on the investigation full-time.
T'POL: That's where I prefer to be.
ARCHER: Your mother and husband will understand?
(They arrive at the airlock and Archer works the console.)
T'POL: My mother hasn't responded to my communiqués. It's not unusual
for her to become lost in her work. As for my husband, our arrangement
V'LAS: Captain Jonathan Archer, I regret we meet under such tragic
T'POL: I'd like to introduce Administrator V'Las.
ARCHER: Administrator. I wasn't told to expect the head of the High
SOVAL: Captain Archer, all of Vulcan grieves with you today.
ARCHER: Twelve Vulcans died in the blast, Ambassador.
V'LAS: To that end, this is Stel, Chief Investigator of our Security
STEL: (a young man) Captain, we now have suspects.
ARCHER: Andorians? Why would they attack our
STEL: To create conflict between Earth and Vulcan.
SOVAL: They do consider us allies who stand against them.
ARCHER: So far, we've done our best to remain neutral, and the
Andorians know that. They have nothing to gain by attacking us.
T'POL: You have other suspects?
ARCHER: I've never heard of that species.
T'POL: Actually, they're a small group of Vulcans. They follow a
corrupted form of Surak's teachings.
ARCHER: Surak I've heard of. He's the father of Vulcan logic.
V'LAS: Even after eighteen hundred years, we consider him the most
important Vulcan who ever lived.
ARCHER: So why would these Syrrannites want to attack our embassy? It's
hardly an act of logic.
SOVAL: They've been vocal about their opposition to government, but
STEL: Over the past year their leader, a dissident named Syrran, has
become a dangerous zealot.
V'LAS: Captain, I trust you to keep this matter confidential. We don't
share it lightly. But recently, on our world, there have been instances
of violence against non-Vulcans. Though we have no conclusive proof,
there are signs that Syrrannites might be responsible.
ARCHER: Is there any evidence connecting Syrrannites to the bombing?
SOVAL: Your embassy is officially considered to be on Earth soil. We've
preserved the site for you to investigate.
V'LAS: If evidence is there, the Chief Investigator and I feel
confident you'll find it.
ARCHER: I intend to.
[United Earth Embassy]
TRAVIS: Lieutenant, here's the junction room.
(They pick their way carefully through the twisted wreckage, using
torches and scanners.)
TRAVIS: Schematics say the secondary security bank's right in there.
REED: Still in one piece.
TRAVIS: There's a weak power signature under this mess.
REED: It's probably an emergency light running on batteries. Well,
there's something here. Some kind of surveillance recorder.
(Travis lifts a piece of debris to reveal a device.)
REED: The timer might be broken, but that bomb's armed. Don't move. The
slightest vibration might set it off. Reed to Enterprise. I need an
emergency transporter lock. Two to beam up on my mark.
HOSHI [OC]: Acknowledged.
TRAVIS: Why not beam the bomb out of here?
REED: If there's a gravity switch, it'll detonate in the matter stream.
HOSHI [OC]: Enterprise to Reed. The transporter's locked. Do you need
REED: Negative, Enterprise. Stand by.
(He puts the open communicator on his shoulder, like a phone.)
REED: I'm going to attempt to scan it.
REED: Yeah. If I had designed that bomb, I'd rig it to go off the
instant a sensor beam made contact. Look on the bright side. If it
detonates, we'll never know. Steady. There's Vulcan DNA on these
controls. So much for blaming Andorians. Boosting scan resolution.
(The lights on the device start flashing.)
TRAVIS: That can't be good.
REED: Oh, damn. Enterprise, mark. Enterprise!
(And they're beamed away in the nick of time.)
(Archer, T'Pol and Stel enter.)
PHLOX: According to the Vulcan Genome Registry, the DNA on the bomb's
controls was left by this woman. T'Pau.
(The image of a young woman is on his overhead monitor.)
ARCHER: Since you had her DNA on record, does that mean she's been
T'POL: The Registry records DNA from all Vulcans at birth.
ARCHER: Do you know anything about her?
STEL: T'Pau is a well-known Syrrannite.
ARCHER: All right. We've got a solid start. Now we need to find her.
STEL: Captain, T'Pau is Vulcan. The Security Directorate will take
charge of the investigation.
ARCHER: Of course. Vulcan sovereignty. Lieutenant Reed and Commander
T'Pol will work with you.
STEL: Their assistance isn't required.
ARCHER: Chief Investigator. Forty three people died in the bombing.
Twelve Vulcans and thirty one humans. We want her as much as you do.
STEL: This is now a Vulcan security operation. We'll inform Ambassador
Soval of any developments that concern you.
(The place has been turned into a temporary morgue,
with flag draped coffins laid out in rows of seven. Archer walks to the
third one in on the second row from the door and places his hands on
it. The bay doors open and close again.)
SOVAL: His death is a loss to both our worlds.
ARCHER: If you're lost, Ambassador, I can direct you to your shuttle.
SOVAL: He saved my life in the explosion. He could have saved himself.
ARCHER: He always put the mission first.
SOVAL: The last time we spoke, he was anticipating the prospect of
joint missions. Humans and Vulcans working together.
ARCHER: We have to make that possible, despite the High Command.
SOVAL: It makes no sense to think the Syrrannites are responsible for
ARCHER: We have DNA evidence.
SOVAL: Recheck everything, Captain, question everything, and don't let
them keep you on Enterprise. The answers you need are on Vulcan, and
however far you have to take this investigation, you have my support.
KOSS: It is agreeable to see you.
(They touch fingers.)
T'POL: What is the purpose of your visit?
KOSS: Does a husband need a purpose to visit his wife?
T'POL: Your message was cryptic.
KOSS: By necessity. The Syrrannite threat has brought new security
measures into effect. Private communications are no longer private.
T'POL: You have something to tell me that the authorities shouldn't
KOSS: Something to give you. Your mother asked me to deliver it
personally. She told me that it's been in your family for generations,
and now it's your turn to care for it.
(He hands over a box containing an IDIC - a circle intersected by a
triangle, with a stone at the centre.)
T'POL: Why didn't she give this to me herself?
KOSS: The new security conditions. They've forced your mother into
hiding to avoid arrest.
T'POL: My mother?
KOSS: She's a Syrrannite.
ARCHER: A Syrrannite? And she never told you?
T'POL: What's important is that she's disappeared like the others
facing unjustified arrest.
ARCHER: Like T'Pau.
T'POL: No, there's a difference. My mother wants me to find her.
(She shows him the medallion.)
T'POL: It's called an IDIC.
ARCHER: Looks old.
T'POL: It's been modified.
(She presses something and the central stone projects a holographic
T'POL: This is a desert called the Forge. The route's the one Surak
ARCHER: Eighteen hundred years ago?
T'POL: Syrrannites follow the same path today, seeking enlightenment.
ARCHER: And you think your mother is somewhere along that path?
T'POL: She told Koss this was a family heirloom, but I've never seen it
ARCHER: She didn't want Koss to know about the map. With any luck, we
can use this to find your mother, and T'Pau.
TUCKER: Captain, have you seen the reports on this
place? It's a hellhole.
ARCHER: (in casual clothes) It's a Vulcan desert. I expect it'll be
TUCKER: It's got electrical sandstorms. Geomagnetic instabilities so
bad, technology won't work. So, no communicators, no scanners, no
phase-pistols. We can't even beam you into it. You're going to have to
ARCHER: I'll be careful. You've got Enterprise. You and Malcolm keep
the investigation going up here, and whatever the Vulcans tell you,
believe the opposite.
(They arrive at the transporter alcove.)
ARCHER: Present company excepted. Ambassador.
SOVAL: Captain, Commander. This shows the gaps in our satellite
surveillance, when beam-ins can't be detected.
(He hands over a data module.)
TUCKER: I'm thinking we're not exactly cleared to have this.
SOVAL: Have what, Commander? All I see is a Starfleet data module.
TUCKER: Right. Captain, what if something goes wrong down there?
ARCHER: It already has. Energise.
(T'Pol and Archer beam down to Vulcan.)
(The sand glares white and the rocks are pink
beneath the orange sky.)
T'POL: This site is called Gateway, where Surak supposedly began his
journey into the Forge.
ARCHER: You keep saying supposedly. You don't believe Surak did the
things they said he did?
T'POL: He brought logic to Vulcan, in an age we call the Time of
Awakening, but his writings from that period no longer exist.
ARCHER: There must be some record of it.
T'POL: Over the centuries, his followers made copies of his teachings.
ARCHER: Let me guess. With the originals lost, whatever's left is open
T'POL: You find this amusing?
ARCHER: I find it familiar. We should get moving.
[The Forge - night]
(Archer gazes at lights in the sky.)
ARCHER: I thought technology didn't work here.
T'POL: The dampening field only extends a few hundred metres above the
ground. Patrol craft can fly over it, but their sensors can't see us.
ARCHER: No wonder the Syrrannites like it here.
T'POL: We're being stalked.
(An animal cry rings out in the dark.)
ARCHER: What the hell was that?
T'POL: Sehlat. Run.
(A furry four-legged thing with enormous incisors is chasing them.)
T'POL: Higher ground. Higher. They won't climb.
(The pair scramble up a rock face, and the sehlat paces below.)
ARCHER: How long before it starts to lose interest in us?
T'POL: Days, at least. They're very persistent creatures. When I was a
child, I had one as a pet.
ARCHER: You had one of those?
T'POL: Domesticated. They were smaller, slightly.
ARCHER: How slightly?
T'POL: You have Porthos.
ARCHER: Porthos doesn't try and eat me when I'm late with his dinner.
T'POL: Vulcan children are never late with their sehlat's dinner.
ARCHER: I can believe that.
PHLOX: The Captain asked me to re-examine the DNA
from the bomb to see if anyone else might have handled it.
TUCKER: You say you found an anomaly.
PHLOX: In these chromosomal fragments. Here, and here.
REED: What kind of anomaly?
PHLOX: These are telomeres. A genetic clock, if you will. Each time a
cell divides, they grow shorter.
TUCKER: Sure. That's how you tell how old someone is from a cell
PHLOX: Though T'Pau's current age is thirty two standard years, her DNA
recovered from the bomb has an age of only a few months.
TUCKER: They used the DNA they sampled when she was registered as a
PHLOX: Precisely. The evidence implicating T'Pau is false.
TUCKER: Captain Archer's gone after the wrong person.
REED: And there's no way to get word to him.
TUCKER: Doc, take a look at this.
(They cross to another monitor.)
TUCKER: It's the recording Malcolm recovered from the embassy.
REED: According to the security log, this is when T'Pau's biometric
signature was recorded.
PHLOX: Undoubtedly another fabrication.
TUCKER: But look, the guard recognised whoever it was. And that guard
is your patient.
PHLOX: Corporal Askwith?
TUCKER: He could be our only chance to identify who really planted the
PHLOX: He's in a coma. His cranial injuries are substantial. I don't
expect him to recover.
REED: There must be a stimulant you can inject him with, something to
bring him around just for a few minutes.
PHLOX: There's only so much damage a human body can withstand.
TUCKER: I don't care about his body, Doc. We need what's in his mind.
[The Forge - night]
(The sehlat's cries keep Archer awake.)
ARCHER: Sounds like that Klingon opera Hoshi made us listen to.
(There's another sound, and the sehlat leaves. A voice calls up to
AREV: The path is safe again.
ARCHER: That's quite a trick.
AREV: You're a human.
ARCHER: Jonathan Archer.
AREV: Travelling with a Vulcan.
(The pair climb down to him.)
ARCHER: May we ask your name?
T'POL: That means desert wind.
AREV: Does it? Why are you here?
ARCHER: We could ask you the same thing.
AREV: I follow the path of Surak in meditation and study. And you?
ARCHER: I'm on a pilgrimage to study Surak and logic. T'Pol is my
AREV: (to T'Pol) I welcome you to walk with me. (to Archer) But this is
no place for your kind. Turn back.
ARCHER: If it's all the same, I'll walk with you, too.
AREV: This desert's called The Forge for a reason. It will test you and
[The Forge - daylight]
(The three are walking on a rocky ridge above an
expanse of pink sand.)
AREV: The Plain of Blood. Some say Surak crossed this expanse when the
hot blood of battle still flowed green. But with logic, he cooled it.
T'POL: Captain, the reflected heat is too hot for you.
ARCHER: I'll stick to the sand-covered parts wherever I can.
(He offers his water bottle.)
T'POL: I won't need water for several more days.
ARCHER: You'd better protect your eyes from the glare.
T'POL: My inner eyelids will protect my vision. My species evolved on
(The group walks on, and Archer is suffering.)
AREV: How long have you tried to understand Vulcan logic?
ARCHER: Ever since I met T'Pol.
AREV: Very well, student of Surak. Who said, Logic is the cement of our
civilisation with which we ascend from chaos using reason as our guide?
ARCHER: I'm new at this. You tell me.
AREV: Something more basic then. What's Kiri-kin-tha's First Law of
ARCHER: I'm familiar with Newton's First Law of Motion. I imagine
they're pretty much the same.
AREV: You haven't been truthful about your presence here.
ARCHER: Have you?
AREV: Vulcans do not lie.
ARCHER: I've dealt with the High Command. Vulcans can lie and cheat
with the best of them.
AREV: The High Command does not follow Surak's true path. No wonder you
humans are their allies.
(Arev walks on ahead)
T'POL: From the questions he asked you, I believe he is a Syrrannite.
And it's obvious that he doesn't trust us enough to take us to the
ARCHER: That only leaves one option. We have to tell him what he wants
to know, the truth.
T'POL: It may be too late for that. Sand-fire!
(A dust storm is coming down the valley like a tidal wave. They run.)
TUCKER: This man's our only witness.
SOVAL: He's comatose, brain-damaged, and he's human. A mind-meld is
dangerous under the best of conditions, but under these
TUCKER: Look, I know Phlox says there aren't a lot of Vulcans who can
do this sort of thing, but you've got to know someone who could at
SOVAL: Those who do have the ability won't risk their careers by
publicly attempting what you suggest.
PHLOX: Most Vulcans see melding as deviant behaviour.
TUCKER: What's that got to do with it?
SOVAL: Evidence will solve this crime, not mind-melds.
TUCKER: What evidence? The DNA on the bomb was planted.
SOVAL: You can prove that?
PHLOX: I can.
TUCKER: Ambassador, I don't know what kind of pull it takes to mess
with DNA records on Vulcan, but I think we're looking at a deliberate
attempt to hide the truth.
SOVAL: You're suggesting a conspiracy.
PHLOX: One that cost forty three innocent lives.
TUCKER: Aren't they worth a little risk?
SOVAL: (sighs) The needs of the many. I can perform the meld.
[The Forge - daylight]
(The sand-fire is catching the runners, and
electricity is sparking out from it. Archer stumbles.)
(He gets up again. Arev has found a cave.)
AREV: Over here!
AREV: Help me with this. The sand-fire can still
(They block the entrance with a stones. Arev
sees T'Pol's medallion.)
I know this. How did you get this medallion?
T'POL: From my mother.
T'POL: You're a Syrrannite.
AREV: The daughter of T'Les serves on a human starship.
T'POL: When did you talk with her? Is she safe?
AREV: You're the human responsible for the destruction of the monastery
ARCHER: Is that going to be a problem?
AREV: The High Command defiled P'Jem when they used it to spy on
Andoria. You exposed their hypocrisy.
ARCHER: You seem to know a lot about us. I'm guessing that means you
know why we're here.
AREV: Your mother is safe with the others, at the T'Kareth sanctuary.
It's not far. I'll guide you both there when the storm has passed.
SOVAL: I don't know if this has ever been attempted
with a human before.
(He puts his fingers on Askwith's face, then glares at Tucker to stop
looking over his shoulder.)
SOVAL: My mind to your mind. Our minds are one. Our thoughts are
(Flashes of the Embassy check point.)
SOVAL: I see what you see. The embassy. I'm at my station. At your
station. So many new people arriving for the summit. I don't recognise
them all, but some I know. A package. That's all right. I don't need to
see it. Go right through. Who are you? Who?
(Suddenly he disconnects from Askwith.)
TUCKER: Ambassador. What'd you see?
(The group share a meal.)
ARCHER: How long do these sand-fire storms usually last?
AREV: A day. Perhaps two. I've never seen one this strong. But we're
safe here, and we're in no hurry.
ARCHER: Maybe we should be.
T'POL: The High Command believes the Syrrannites are responsible for
bombing the Earth embassy.
AREV: That's not our way.
ARCHER: They seem to think that it is. That you and your leader believe
in a corrupted version of Surak's teachings.
AREV: Did your mother tell you the story?
T'POL: Of the IDIC?
AREV: Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination. Words that are a mere
shadow of its true meaning. (she hands it over) Surak tells us that the
story of the IDIC has no end. But it begins here, at Mount Seleya.
T'POL: Surak died on Mount Seleya.
AREV: His body, yes, but his katra was spirited away before the last
battle against those who marched beneath the Raptor's wings. Those who
wanted to return to the savage ways.
ARCHER: What's a katra?
T'POL: Syrrannites claim it's the essence of a Vulcan mind. That it can
be transferred from the body before death, then stored in some manner.
AREV: Some say Surak's katra was found, and now is carried by a
Syrrannite so all those who meld with him may touch Surak's mind.
ARCHER: Syrrannite's conduct mind-melding?
AREV: Surak tells us it is the heritage of every Vulcan. Even those who
don't believe in the practise.
STEL: A witness?
TUCKER: The guard recognised the person who brought in the bomb we
found in the rubble.
STEL: The Syrrannite woman, T'Pau.
SOVAL: No. It was you.
STEL: I would like to interrogate this witness myself.
TUCKER: You're not getting anywhere near him.
V'LAS: Perhaps I could speak with the guard.
PHLOX: I'm afraid he's in no condition to be questioned. He's in a
V'LAS: Yet he provided an eyewitness account.
TUCKER: We accessed his memories through a mind-meld.
STEL: Telepathic evidence is inadmissible.
V'LAS: It's not evidence at all! You allowed this distasteful act to
SOVAL: I performed it.
V'LAS: Soval. You've shamed Vulcan and yourself. The law leaves me no
recourse. You'll be summoned to appear before the High Command to
account for your actions. Commander. Doctor.
AREV: At one time, the High Command was only
responsible for the exploration of space. But that's changed.
ARCHER: I've been told Vulcans have never been explorers.
AREV: I think you've been told many things about us that aren't true.
(The sand-fire blows a hole in the entrance.)
AREV: Reseal the entrance!
(As they gather the stones, T'Pol is hit by lightning.)
(He tends to her.)
ARCHER: Easy, easy, easy.
AREV: (at the entrance) Listen. The storm is gaining strength.
(Then he is flung back by another lightning strike. Archer goes to
AREV: You must carry it to Sanctuary.
ARCHER: Carry what?
(Arev puts his hand on Archer's face.)
Tuluk to Vokau.
TUCKER: You can't go back.
SOVAL: I'm not a fool, Commander. V'Las was involved with the attack on
your embassy. He's responsible for blaming it on the Syrrannites.
TUCKER: Then why turn yourself over to him?
SOVAL: It's the only chance I'll have to reach the rest of the High
TUCKER: What if they're all in on it? (silence) If you really want
humans and Vulcans to work together someday, you might start thinking
about trusting us.
SOVAL Peace and long life, Commander.
(The airlock closes between them.)
(Archer awakes to see T'Pol wiping his brow.)
ARCHER: Arev. (sees his body)
T'POL: Are you injured?
ARCHER: I'm fine. He said something in Vulcan. Vokau.
T'POL: Remember. Remember what?
ARCHER: I think he punched me. The storm's over?
T'POL: The patrol craft are flying again. They sound like they're
closing in on this
ARCHER: He said we weren't far from the T'Kareth Sanctuary. We should
T'POL: After we bury him.
[The Forge - night]
(They are walking along a ridge, when two vapour
trails pass overhead.)
ARCHER: They're following a grid search pattern. No sensors, but they
can still make visual contact. We have to find cover before the sun
comes up. That way.
T'POL: There's nothing there.
ARCHER: That's where the Syrrannites are.
T'POL: How do you know?
(They head down a gully.)
ARCHER: (refusing water) I'm good for a few more days.
T'POL: Captain, you're not Vulcan.
T'POL: It's almost dawn. We need to find someplace to hide.
ARCHER: No. Over here.
(A rock face.)
T'POL: That won't help us.
(He walks through the rock face, and T'Pol follows.)
ARCHER: Don't resist.
T'POL: What do you mean?
(They are pounced on by an armed group.)
To Be Continued...