Star Trek 2009

Prologue II: Sacrifice of George Kirk and Birth of James T Kirk

INT. U.S.S. KELVIN

With URGENCY, we MOVE DOWN a corridor with CAPTAIN ROBAU and
OFFICER PITTS:

CAPTAIN ROBAU
-- our sensors haven't made
sense of the anomaly?

OFFICER PITTS
-- no sir, it looked like a
lightning storm in the middle
of space --

lSD
-- how far are we from the Klingon Neutral Zone? -- 150,000 kilometers, but the vessel is not Klingon, Sir,
its registry doesn't match any
recorded profile --

SHWISHI The doors part and we enter THE BRIDGE OF THE SHIP -- a
flurry of activity -- the MASSIVE SHIP they are approaching on
the VIEWSCREEN. Robau moves to the center -- then he asks:

CAPTAIN ROBAU
Report.

-- turning to the ship's FIRST OFFICER: 32, all-American face,
swiveling in a console chair to FACE US:

FIRST OFFICER
Sir, new contact bearing zero-three-four.

CAPTAIN ROBAU
Are they transmitting on any frequency?

CAPTAIN ROBAU
Hail the ship. What's the closest match on registry?
Robau moves to Pitts:

FIRST OFFICER
Negative, Captain -- all
communications appear to be
shut down.

FIRST OFFICER
Nothing even close, Sir.

CAPTAIN ROBAU
Any response?

OFFICER PITTS
No Sir -- hails met with silence.

CAPTAIN ROBAU
Maybe they're incapable -- any
identifiable damage?

OFFICER PITTS
Negative, Sir -- but our readings seem
confused--

CAPTAIN ROBAU
Confused?

OFFICER PITTS
-- not only is the ship unregistered
but even its construction materials seem unrecognizable.

Robau sits in the captain's chair his eyes on the ship as they
approach -- and we SEE IT on the VIEWSCREEN -- THE NARADA --
ENORMOUS AND THREATENING. He doesn't even realize that he says:

CAPTAIN ROBAU
.•. oh my God •..
(to himself, boggled)
A lightning storm ... then this ...
(to deck) Signal all departments: first contact protocols. Looks like we have someone new on the block. All Stop.

EXT. DEEP SPACE - CONTINUOUS

And in the endless vacuum of space, and in TOTAL SILENCE, the
Kelvin appears as a dot, coming to a stop in front of the
gigantic BLACK CLAW that is the Narada --

INT. U.S.S. KELVIN - BRIDGE
Crew members are glued to their telemetry, working consoles:

FIRST OFFICER
Sir, should we initiate an invasive scan?

CAPTAIN ROBAU :That could be seen as an act of provocation

One of the officer : all readings passive--(Suddenly, a WARNING BEEP --)OFFICER PITTS CAPTAIN ROBAU
Sir, I have a reading --
CAPTAIN ROBAU : they've locked weapons on us! Red alert! Arm weapons!

ALARMS BLARE -- LIGHTS GO RED as----

EXT. SPACE - CONTINUOUS

The Narada FIRES a TORPEDO -- IT HEADS FOR THE KELVIN -- then
SEPARATES, fracturing into a multi-hit projectile --

INT. U.S.S. KELVIN - CONTINUOUS

Officers SCRAMBLE, brace for impact..

FIRST OFFICER
Torpedo locked on us at 320
degrees, mark two -- incoming
fast!