INT. BRIDGE
Devereux stands at one of the console, working its controls. After a few moments, it comes back to life. She steps back, looking over the status displays with a careful frown before nodding with satisfaction.
She kneels down in front of the station and snaps a panel back into place. Without rising, she turns.
She surveys the bridge, checking on the condition of everyone there. Satisfied, she returns to the command deck.
She is just starting to sit down when the intercom sounds. She activates it.
There is a pause while Devereux waits for Rusty to continue.
Reaction shot of Devereux.
Devereux closes the channel and stares down at the console, frowning. After a moment, she steps down from the command deck and approaches the Tactical station.
Devereux exits.
Reaction shot of Hawkes watching her leave.
Medium shot of bridge showing Pyrafox still working at his console. He seems agitated.
Hawkes secures his station and steps down from its platform. He walks slowly around the bridge, as if making a casual inspection, but clearly making his way toward the navigation station. He pauses behind Pyrafox.
Pyrafox leans back, raising his hands in clear frustration.
Hawkes comes nearer, peering at the readouts over Pyrafox's shoulder.
Pyrafox leans forward and works a few controls before pointing to one of the displays.
Hawkes nods his understanding.
Hawkes studies the displays. His frown deepens.
Pyrafox turns toward Hawkes, his expression betrays alarm and worry.
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Devereux stands at one of the console, working its controls. After a few moments, it comes back to life. She steps back, looking over the status displays with a careful frown before nodding with satisfaction.
She kneels down in front of the station and snaps a panel back into place. Without rising, she turns.
DEVEREUX
I think that's it.
I think that's it.
She surveys the bridge, checking on the condition of everyone there. Satisfied, she returns to the command deck.
She is just starting to sit down when the intercom sounds. She activates it.
DEVEREUX
Bridge.
RUSTY'S COMM VOICE
Captain.
Bridge.
RUSTY'S COMM VOICE
Captain.
There is a pause while Devereux waits for Rusty to continue.
DEVEREUX
You have an update?
RUSTY'S COMM VOICE
Of a sort. (beat) You might want to come down here.
You have an update?
RUSTY'S COMM VOICE
Of a sort. (beat) You might want to come down here.
Reaction shot of Devereux.
DEVEREUX
On my way.
On my way.
Devereux closes the channel and stares down at the console, frowning. After a moment, she steps down from the command deck and approaches the Tactical station.
DEVEREUX
(to Hawkes)
Lieutenant, you have the bridge.
HAWKES
(straightens formally)
Yes, Captain.
(to Hawkes)
Lieutenant, you have the bridge.
HAWKES
(straightens formally)
Yes, Captain.
Devereux exits.
Reaction shot of Hawkes watching her leave.
Medium shot of bridge showing Pyrafox still working at his console. He seems agitated.
Hawkes secures his station and steps down from its platform. He walks slowly around the bridge, as if making a casual inspection, but clearly making his way toward the navigation station. He pauses behind Pyrafox.
HAWKES
Something the matter, son?
Something the matter, son?
Pyrafox leans back, raising his hands in clear frustration.
PYRAFOX
I don't know, sirrr. These rrreadings make no sense.
I don't know, sirrr. These rrreadings make no sense.
Hawkes comes nearer, peering at the readouts over Pyrafox's shoulder.
HAWKES
Explain it to me.
Explain it to me.
Pyrafox leans forward and works a few controls before pointing to one of the displays.
PYRAFOX
Accorrrding to these rrreadings, we ended up about thirrrty thousand kilometerrrs away from wherrre we expected. (beat) Not bad, considerrring . . .
Accorrrding to these rrreadings, we ended up about thirrrty thousand kilometerrrs away from wherrre we expected. (beat) Not bad, considerrring . . .
Hawkes nods his understanding.
PYRAFOX (CONT'D)
(gesturing toward another readout)
But these make no sense. (leans back, partly turning to look at Hawkes) I checked and rrre-checked the systems. They'rrre functioning prrroperly.
(gesturing toward another readout)
But these make no sense. (leans back, partly turning to look at Hawkes) I checked and rrre-checked the systems. They'rrre functioning prrroperly.
Hawkes studies the displays. His frown deepens.
Pyrafox turns toward Hawkes, his expression betrays alarm and worry.
HAWKES
(calmly, tightly)
I'll inform the Captain.
(calmly, tightly)
I'll inform the Captain.
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