TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. EARTH - DUSK
We open with a magnificent shot of the San Francisco bay area from a very high angle. The city is still bustling with activity and we can see numerous sub-orbital shuttles climbing into the sky. As the sun continues to sink, the brilliantly lit skyline of the city dazzles.
INT. VULCAN AMBASSADORIAL BUILDING
PULLING BACK, we reveal that we are at the top of the building set apart for the Vulcan consulate in San Francisco. The room is spartan in decoration with a tinted plexi-glass window that stretches almost completely around the area of the room. A single desk and chair is in the room. Through the window, we can see the UESPA Command building nearby.
AMBASSADOR SOVAL stands at the window, facing the city. His hands are clasped behind his back and there is no expression on his face as he studies the city. If anything, the ambassador looks tired.
A VULCAN AIDE enters the shot. Young (even for a Vulcan) and very earnest-looking, the young man pauses several meters from the ambassador. The Aide is holding a sealed package.
VULCAN AIDE
(in Vulcan)
[I'm sorry to disturb you, Ambassador...]
Soval glances slowly at the young male before returning his attention to the cityscape before him.
SOVAL
(also in Vulcan)
[Remarkable, isn't it? Eighty years ago, this city was in ruins.]
(beat)
[And now, look at it. A thriving hub of humanity that grows with each day that passes.]
From the expression that flickers across the Aide's face, he doesn't think that the city is that impressive. Soval seems to notice - the glass is pretty reflective, after all - but does not comment on the younger Vulcan's disdain.
SOVAL
[Is everything prepared for my meeting with Admiral Forrest tomorrow?]
VULCAN AIDE
[Yes, Ambassador.]
SOVAL
[Then something else concerns you. Something unrelated to my itinerary.]
The Aide offers the sealed package.
VULCAN AIDE
[This arrived by courier minutes ago. It is date-stamped and appears to be Sub-Commander T'Pol's latest report from Enterprise.]
At this, Soval raises an eyebrow but does not turn from the window.
SOVAL
[Good. I have been expecting this report for some time.]
(beat)
[Place it on the desk.]
VULCAN AIDE
(as he obeys)
[Will there be anything else, Ambassador?]
SOVAL
[Inform the consulate that I do not wish to be disturbed.]
With a slight bow, the Aide backs away from Soval. We briefly focus on the sealed package resting on the desk. Though we can't understand the language, the intent is obvious from the various stamps: CLASSIFIED.
Once more we focus on Soval as he stares at the now-illuminated skyline of San Francisco. He quirks an eyebrow slightly as we focus on the reflected image of the package now on the desk.
And off that image we...
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
Continue to Act One
