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As the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, the gentle breeze began to diminish...we had been sailing all night and this morning putting as much blue between ourselves and the French as possible, the crews were hot and tired, but I couldn't let them rest just yet..the French might be just behind us over the horizon. Some how in the dark and confusion of last night...we had gotten separated from our new "friends" it was just the Bonaventure, Portal, the English Merchantman and by the power of WEAREBORG's magic...the unmanned French Frigate. I tried to lighten the mood in my best "southern Belle" imitation accent:

"I just hate it.. when it's hot and sticky!" But the crew's attention was on the Portal.

I stepped over within ear shot of two mates and overhead the following debate:

"noowww, look a bit closer...he's a not a using no magic....see there..thems ropes! i tell ya..see 'em pulling..and there she goes.."

then the taller one, less convinced: Iee, but I still says he's using some 'trickery..or something...no one can sail a frigate bys 'emself!

"no I'ez telling you, e'z a sailing er by them ropes...!

"well, the lad's gotta b tired...all nite and all." and then noticing I was listening.

"Ay, Cap...you think sir, maybe we'zz should maybe spell em a bit?

I answered. "didn't you say earlier ...he was a demon or something...and no one would sail with him?"

"well sir, he kinda grows on you, that one does, and he don't seem to be really evil, and it's been a long night and all...it's the Christian thing, Cap-in.

"tell the truth sailor, how much you got on the rope theory?"

"ten ginny, capin!" his mate was quick to answer.

"Ok...then..off with the two of ya" and I ordered the helmsman to bring us along side the Portal. "Ten men on the double...give this man a hand.." and ten sailers swung across to the deck of the Portal by rope.

"my compliments on your most excellent seamanship, Sir" I yelled over to WEAREBORG....."do take a break there, and let the men handle her a while...drop over awhile for some food and drink at your leisure...We've got some 'talking" to do. With that I pulled a good pigeon from the cage, and walked back to my cabin, and drafted the following note to ADMIRAL JEANWAY:

DEAR madam, You left in such a frightful hurry, It seems you forgot your sister, do hope you recovered her well. Lost track of you in the "excitement" if you please dear......position, bearing,speed.....time of sighting. Regret can not be forthcoming with same, as this information might fall into hands of enemy. Most agreeably yours, Headborg.

I was thinking, it's verypossible that the Director/Editor was playing games with us...The scene where the shuttle is fired on by the p-51's could be the present.....the scene were we see Archer is in the past....the past has been changed...so Earth's development didn't happen.....Archer will have to "fix" the time-line and when he does....Enterprise will see the "changes" in the present. how about that?

could probably find his great-great-great.....grandparents...tell them not to ever move or let the kids leave Texas.....that Florida is a bad place to retire! By the way that is a TEXas accent isn't it? Why's his character from Flordia?

Not that my Opinion counts but: Enterprise is BAD Trek! But it's TREK so I Just grit my teeth, hope I can get thru the show...without screaming, or crying, or up-chucking. But Tina....it's getting "Better" each season......is better than the last... I wish they would get back to the "historic timeline" and stop with all the "time-travel' has anyone did a inventory of the shows ......WHAT % has "time travel" or some central plot that involves the Future, or time-travel....I'd guess 70 % have been time related! They should call it TIME TREK! What happened to good old..storytelling, flying around the Alpha/Bata Quad and meeting all our "old Friends" for the first time and creating the Federeration, Why doesn't the NX-01 ever breakdown......Kirk's did all the time.....I wanted to see the "hardship" of man's first steps into the "galaxy's stage"...I've been disappointed...they got a transporter that 3 years into the show...hasn't scrambled, split, duplicated anyone yet.....I wanted to see "red shirts" dying everyother ep, how about some "back stories" on these characters! It's season x and I don't really know these guys. By season 3 of the other shows....I knew alot more about those characters than I do these.

No sooner than Seska throw herself out my window, the look-out called out "hostiles on the horizon" and

the officer of the watch....began preparations to "put her in the wind".....I grabbed my boots and hopped up-stairs pushing them on......I reached the deck and all-hands were busy....very busy.....but years of "drills" and brutal discipline had honed them into a "team".....almost making the Bonaventure a living creature...a deadly shark. It was then that my sergeant at arms leaned in close against me and whispered while repeatedly glancing down toward my groan...Capt. in all the years I've know you..I've known "Battle" excites you.....but I didn't know it excited you that much! I dropped my gaze and noticed Seska's handwork was still effecting me. I smiled and yelled over to "number one" to abandon that "french turd bucket" and get his rear and those men aboard the newly captured English Merchant.....undamaged....and loaded with "chinese treasure" from Hong Kong.... The men had already cast of the ropes that bound us, the anchor was never dropped...the massive Elusive anchoring us still. It was then, that the first shots fell....long, then closer....the french were ranging us in. The smoke from the burning island was making visibility difficult....but was also "back lighting" us....off to the side a "strange" cannon fight had begun...between the Batavia and a new comer....I looked threw the glass...just as the Batavia fired.....MY LORD! It's the "amsterdam"...or should I say...."Was"......I have no idea what this means...only that we were all in the "same boat" bottled up like this here In this lagoon....the French were at WAR with Everyone in europe.....they would even fire on the Elusive if it got in their way, simply send her to the bottom....deny it was here. I look toward WEAREBORG on his ship.....what was he up to over there? Then I turned my glass toward the Sea....thru it ..I saw the "Flash"....i yell...."incoming!.." and count to myself...1002......1003.....1004...1005....the deck of the captured frigate...splinters as the cannon ball slams through the deck...." Damn 8-pounders.....But do they have "our range" or just lucky......our little "armada" had turned...battle sails raised..and was moving out of the lagoon...Would we clear the Reefs in time....hard telling...Bonaventure was in front, WeAREBorg right behind, the captured Merchantman bringing up the rear......but what the BLAZES! The Unmanned captured french frigate was MOVING! not only moving but Moving "unnaturally fast!" it was overtaking us! taking the POINT! I looked to WEAREBORG, for this must have been his work, this time with a "grateful smile" and the men cheered! I looked back to his ship, which he was sailing BY Himself...and he found the time to tip his "peacock" feathered hat and bow in gentlemanly fashion!

After disposing of the last English body, I returned to my quarters took another hot bath, changed into a soft cotton gauze shirt and new pants, evening was approaching and I was at the mirror, straight razor in hand when a knock came at my cabin door, I answered..."enter" and who should appear but Jeanway's sister..

"what the devil, she doing here" I thought. We made polite conversation for several minutes on the sofa, everwhile she inched closer and closer...that "hungry smile" on her very attractive face...she shared these "qualities" with her sister...but she wasn't Jeanway..soon I found myself being chased around my quarters....trying to keep away from her...then she cornered me...and began rubbing against parts of my body that had not been rubbed in months.....suddenly there was a loud boom.....I thought it was the French or that Dutchman...I opened the port hatch and stuck my head out to see what was going on...saw nothing except the most "horrific storm" approaching....Seska continued to "paw at me" and exclaimed with a pouty/ half playful look on her face...Alright if I must throw myself at you!" and with that she tore open her blouse exposing her breasts and ran toward me....I stepped to the side in suprise..and she flew thru the open window...and landed in the water below....with a scream. I leaned out the window and shouted down...."Sorry, Trust we can do this again soon!" and ordered a sailor to pick her up and row here back to the Elusive.

With the sun-rise came the yell and clanging of the bell from the crows nest....sail on the horizon! I dressed hurriedly and went atop with my glass...anticapating these sails being French, ordered crew to stations, opened the gun-ports and loaded the cannons, but to my surprise the colors shown to be "the Union Jack"...I signaled for my first officer and WEAREBORG to take to see and remove those ships that were suppose to be sank..gone from sight...the Queen had enough ships in the Fleet...these were ours....I ordered my men to look like Proper English Sailors not pirates and to stand down...soon the ship came along side...and the news came....England at War with Holland. Damn the Lords of Parliment....I'm running out of Business Partners...I stomp on the news...and look toward the "Batavia"....thankfully this was a merchant ship....not a Royal Navy Ship...but I couldn't just let them leave and report back to the fleet that they spotted the H.M.S. Bonaventure consorting with the enemy, an American...2 dutch merchants in Bora Bora's southern lagoon. I stepped behind the man, pulled my dagger and slit his throat, yelling for the men to plunder her! And so it was, one English merchant lost to Pirate activity....Located near Bora Bora, all hands dead.....Captain H.M.S. Bonaventure reporting. Soon there would come offical "orders"...I ran up a white flag and asked Admiral Jeanway and Ilikeseven to met ashore so we could discuss these new events...I ordered the gun crews to stand ready, and keep an eye on the "Batavia", sent word to WEAAREBORG and "number one" of the news from England and waited.

Returning to the Bonaventure after dinner, Headborg turned his attention to the administrative matters at hand, calling a senior staff meeting at mid-night, not wishing to wake the young WEAREBORG he allowed him to sleep. The Quartermasters report was first, and it seemed the two captured french frigates were loaded with food, wine, cheese...but they were low on black powder....revealing why the french did not choose to fight with them, however they were equipped with 6 and 8 pound cannon. Headborg ordered the better/larger cannon transferred to the Bonaventure along with all the shot. Knowing this wouldn't set very well with young WEareBorg....he ordered the transfer carried out before dawn. The Carpenters were assigned to stripping all the french names and markings off the two captured ships. Before dismissing the staff, Headborg instructed his 1st officer that in the morning, Weareborg would inspect the 2 ships and take the better of the two as his new command, and he(1st officer) would select a skeleton crew for the other til they reached a neutral port where it could be sold...as plunder to divide between the men for their hard fighting. I then instructed the carpenters to fashion what ever name Weareborg so chose for the stern of his new ship. The 1st officer then stated that most of the crew would refuse to serve under him..."He's got the Devil in Him, Sir....It ain't right! Them powers he has...he don't need no crew anyways! The staff left then and I made my required Log entry: Captains Log.....March 16th.. after repairing the ship, left Bora Bora heading ssw, where on 2nd day met on high seas..2 french frigates...gave battle....damaging both....1 ship escaped, 1 damaged too severe to salvage...scuttled her. end log.....J.R. S./ commanding H.M.S. Bonaventure.

After making my false log entry to hide the "plunder" I turned my gaze toward the Elusive....lit a Cigar and began to "remanence" I opened the chest on my desk and studied the beautiful black pearls...I had spent so much time diving for before the sickness..gosh I must have dug and cracked open so many oysters....2 weeks...the whole crew worked...as soon as we reach "civilization" I would have them crafted into a work of art, for her.....Jeanway. I then studied the Elusive....yes a fitting ship for such a woman...like a long-stem Rose....I studied the gun ports...so many "thorns" There wasn't another like her...anywhere....ship or lady...pity these Americans have such a love-affair with the French...and her being French-American...she'll never turn her guns on them.....she'd even watch as the french splintered the Bonaventure and sent me to the bottom. I looked to the sea...they were out-there...and if we spend too much time here...we'll be caught/cornered..I opened the maps and began studying them.

Morning came, and I called "WEAREBorg" told him of my plans to sell one of the captures and asked him to make his pick. I then asked the captains of the Elusive, Batavia, and the 2 Dutch Merchantman to a "WAR Council", my first order of business was to discover the intentions of the 2 dutch captains....

"As you know, I am paid well by the Dutch East Indy company...a "surety" to safe guard your ships..and thus far I have fulfilled that contact fully....but now with the "Batavia" here..flying the Dutch flag....I would like to know where you stand...The season for safe passage around the horn of Africa has passed....and with the French between us and Port Moresby....it doesn't look good. The Trade winds blow NE toward Hawaii...As of now I know not what plans Admiral Jeanway has....I do know that if we set here! the french will come...What I need to know from you, Admiral is if I stay here for a while...with your party...and the french come....will you Fire on them? Gentleman....(I turn back to the Dutch Captains) Holland can be reached by sailing East or West....In the mean time, some R&R can be spent here....it's a beautiful island(my expression softens as I look at Jeanway)

ok...some of my "bread&butter" ideas, what the heck Paramont isn't calling:

near the end of any episode where Enterprise back in Earth orbit:

we see Reed walking back into the Armory for some reason, and the whole Armory blows up, Reed comes staggering out with an Arm blown off and all scared up(disfigured)....there's an investigation as to the cause of the accident....the "photonic" torpedos.. they get pulled off of Enterprise till the problem can be solved.. fixes the "not suppose to be there-now" problem....back story that we don't learn till later....cloaked Romulan ship in orbit directed a "tackyon beam" at the Armory....we say that early anti-matter containment wasn't shielded enough for tackyon particles......and this is why Romulans don't have them, and are using plasma torpedos......their cloaking tech leaks tackyons and cause them to go boom. plasma torpedos use- tri-lithium as the explosive. nx-01 enterprise uses a di-lithium matrix...we say that's like small di-lithium fragments...the scraps that the Vulcans are kind enough to give starfleet....di-lithium is rare...expensive/ Vulcan scientist comes up with new technology for "cracking" tri-lithium to make di-lithium.....re-visit the concept of "lithium cracking stations" ....the Vulcans know the Romulans use tri-lithium as a "weapons"

material.....would rather see Earth "set on" those planets with tri-lithium deposits...so they put Earth and Romulans on an intercept course for war....the Romulans see earth as 'wanting' tri-lithium for weapons.....but the "new technology" works later after the war. Reed becomes the first star-fleet officer with a "disability" showing there's room in the future for those with disabilitys and disfigurment" and it really adds to his character...and later when he discovers it was the Romulans that did it! He becomes a Romulan hater for life! And He develops a better "shielding" method for the photonic torpedos just in time to help Archer save the day at the historical Battle of Charon! Enterprise charges in with the new "photon" torpedos.

Enterprise nx- is basically a akira flying upside down! oh.but there's no such thing as up/down in space... I think the writer's can just point to it and say....see the design was so "ahead" of it's time...the design was returned to 200 years later ..with the akira class.. It's not a really big deal....unless you try to "explain" the Deadalus design after the Nx...and why the "sphere" hull never worked out....that's why it's "easier" to pre-date the Deadalus b4 enterprise nx...then you can say..see the nx proves that "saucers" are better than "spheres"

suddenly there's nothing to do, except return to the Bonaventure, take a hot bath, change into Dress Uniform, powder my wig...sharpen my sword, polish my boots...did WeareBorg leave us the French Frigates...or did we fight "for nothing" have nothing to show for all the blood-letting. My orderly pours more hot water in my tub, I play with my rubber duckee, smoke my cigar...I summon my "first officer" and ask if the carpenters have finished their repairs....Orderly says we don't need carpenters...WEareBorg has fixed the ship.....I summon the helmsman/navigator...I say lets set sail for Port Morseby, New Guinea....he says 'why sail capt, when we can klick our heals together three times and be there!" I order him flogged. I ask my first officer to invite Jeanway, Fenriz, Weareborg, Ilikeseven to dinner aboard the H.M.S. Bonaventure....oh and since the carpenters don't have anything to do with all that pitch/tar ......clean-up that island! use the pitch/tar and burn the French bodies. Someday, I'll return here and build pole-huts out here in the lagoon, little "cocktail bars" on the beaches....Hotels along the cliffs and make "a killing" off the tourists! There will be "nude beaches" and the French will love me! Just then, a cold chill comes over me, and I reach for my ever present deck of Trumps, I thumb thru them till I reach the one with brother Randoms Character on it...it's cold to the touch....why now after all these years would he be trying to contact me....I clear my mind and reach out to him..."Random, what do you want...brother?"

He studied me for a while, noting my surroundings then began:

"Corwin, where are you? the family is looking for you"

"never u mind, I'm on some shadow earth....having the time of my life...although I may be needing a "change of scenery" soon!"

"your presence is requested back here in Amber"

" requested? who's doing the "requesting"?"

"Dad!"

"Time-limit?" I ask...It's not wise to keep Oberon waiting.

"I said you were "requested"...not "wished for"..." he added. "it's just a "social-function" state party thing, Dad would like to show a "united" family front"

"Well, dear little brother..aside from you..the other 7 would all just as soon see me dead in hell! I think about it. Contact you later...and you can bring me thru...now can I get back to my bath?"

"You look like you need it....." were his last words and the contact was broken.

.......36 hrs earlier....

the morning sun rose across the mountain range....the screams from the jungle had stopped...seems the french had better luck dealing with the Headhunters...still no word from WeareBorg....been all night with the prisoner....just then from out of no where..the monsoon rains began...and a fresh yell from the jungle....the French were making another charge at our line.....thru the early morning fog they charged...as the frenchman charged I dodged his thrust, bending low I sliced off his legs from beneath him...as I rose and he fell backward I thrust my blade beneath his chin and into his skull...the momentum carried us backward as the tip of the blade shattered the back of his head and lodged in a tree.....it was stuck..as the second frenchman charged and thrust his toward my chest....I wasn't fast enough and he scored a gash along my left side....I turned and elbow chopped him in the face yanking the musket away as he fell then cracked the butt over his head...seeing another coming I returned to freeing my sword..with a left/right jerk it began to free itself..slicing thru the neck bone...the body fell off and slumped to the ground...then with my foot pulled my blade free of the tree, the head coming with it..stuck on the end like a olive on a toothpick....I charged the frenchman and flung the head off the end of the sword at him.....which scared he so much he dropped his musket and ran....and as quickly as this assault began...it was repulsed. The day was mostly uneventful from there. As night fell...still no word from Weareborg.

.....24 hrs earlier...

the lovely island of Bora Bora...looks like a scene from "donta's Inferno"....the jungle is quiet....too quiet...the men set without speaking...some trimble...most with numb "1000 mile" stares on their face.. the only sound .the sound of millions of flies buzzing the dead and rotting corpses....over in the distance two dogs fighting over who owns the french corpse they are tugging at, then a third runs over and drags a long trail it's intestines out of it's abdomen.....birds land on the heads of the dead and pluck at their eyes. Still no word from WeareBorg...what's he doing?

Hay guys and gals...check out the site: simonsays.com there's a new book out about the Deadalus's doomed flight....to reacue Enterprise from an Alt. Universe...by Dave Stern.....sounds pretty simular!

The original idea was for the registry number to include the type of ship and number of ship, but the movies and TNG established them as being production numbers, the newer the ship, the higher the production number.

 

With that said, NX-01 is the first Starfleet ship designed for deep space missions.

the "x" stands for experimental.....always has been..always will.

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Okay, you're entitled to your opinion but how is this prove that Enterprise isn't canon? So what if the leader of SaveEnterprise says forget canon and the timeline. That's his opinion and that hardly proves the series isn't canon.

If Rick Berman or Brannon Braga says it isn't canon that's a different story but anyone of us can say whatever we want but that doesn't make it true.

 

I have no problem with your opinion I just don't think it's fair to call it conclusive proof.

I read a "interview" that B&B did before the show started....at first the concept was going to be "birth of the federation"...and in the interview...they said that after TNG,DS9,Voy...they were tired of the same old style of writing...that they wanted to do something new! creative! more contempary....so we got "enterprise"...I thing they just hi-jacked the StarTrek mythlogy...but it's real sad ....this has completely left the track.....and still going...TOS,TNG all of it...out-the-window.....oh well...at-least it free's them up as writers so they can tell new stories...new alians...ARCHER alone will forge a "Empire"...or sorry...a united federation of planets....just because he has foreknowledge of the future...and someone is coming back and telling him what to do to make it happen! so much for the will of the collective races coming together because it's in their common interest...now it's like if You or me had to go back in time and "convence" our parents to mate...so we could be born....that's sad. AS for canon.....I think TOS should be followed as the "old testiment" most of those shows were supervised by Gene Rodenberry and the first TNG shows they all show good "continuity"...why? because Gene was at the helm! When asking if it's canon? you should start with TOS, then go in order....now somethings in TOS has been out-dated..and must be revised...those things are the one's that are up-for grabs! But Enterprise..breaks all the rules.

As the evenings rays fell across the island and the darkness approached, many french had been slayed, each wave was met with honor and skill, weareborg fought with unusual strength and each time standing side by side, he and I defeated the BAYONET attacks, at this point must fighing had slowed to ambush-counter ambush in the ever darkening jungle, so it was decided to pull back to the edge of the village set up a perimeter...post pickets for evening....the very tired men set-in to digging trenchs and breast-works....tire, hungry, hot.....the two men seated themselves behind a fallen tree for cover, and waited for the Ship's Doctor to tend the wound to my back....but the doc was very busy....as I got my breath...I look to Weareborg...younger, not as tired..and begin: "I think we fared pretty well today...U fight well" and I call out "Number One.....report!" and my 1st officer low-crawls over and i ask the casuality figures...they confirm my estimation of our quality of work....WeareBorg lets out a chuckle at the "no deaths" report....then surprises me with a estimate of his own...."really! I exclaim....are u sure u only counted that many? with the one's we killed....I think you may be right...did seem like them last couple attacks were "weak""

The previous day when I climbed the mountain...I only saw 2 French Frigates....the wheels in my head began to spend. I order "number one" to bring me a live frenchee..If he could find one. Then the Drums began. It began to frighten the men until they were accompanied by the screams of the French! WeareBorg then yelled out to the men with a grin on his face..."seems....the Headhunters will eat "French Fries" tonight!" and with that a cheer rose out from the ranks......the men were now "taken" with him now...he had indeed proved his metal..and had earned their respect...many were even obeying his orders....I was proud.

"If they(the french) have that many men on the island....who's watching the the ships? and why haven't they sailed around and blown us to bits..they've had all day!" WeareBorg just schruged....then Number one drug up a prisoner-I was still tired, and the Doc was approaching to tend my wounds...

"WEAREBORG......SEE IF YOU CAN GET SOME ANSWERS OUT OF THAT ONE....WHY DID THE FRENCH LAND...HOW MANY...U KNOW THE USUAL"

By the way, I didn't find Simrod...and by the amount of blood in the blood-trail from the hut...I don't think he's among the living any longer. ASk the frenchman if he knows anything about him?

I think we should all agree not to write "dialog" for other "living" interactive characters..that I agree with. And we should all agree to read and get a feel for what's going on before we add to the story/make changes...and we should agree not to just pop into a story-line without "working into it" or "explaining" how we got there! We could sure use a doctor on Bora Bora....but how he got there from Jeanway's group still unknown....and the fight with the French is on land, at this point. I think there's plenty of room here for all of us, if people want to write words and actions of characters..then lets stick to "dummy" characters like simrod and others that don't have a "manager"!

My theory right now is that this alien was transported back through time by one of the factions to some time early in WWII. He was found by the Nazis who believed him to be the "ubermensch", you know the superior man, demi god type person. He was then given a position of power in the Nazi government because he was able to 'foresee' events (he would have future knowledge obviously). His mission was to prevent the fall of Nazi Germany and so WWII became a sort of Cold War (which would explain why there were still US Air Force planes in 2154).  That's my theor, I'm not sure if it will work out. It's probably something we haven't even thought of.

ok...that's real good too, but a cold war going on for 213 yrs? and him having future "technology" and being a "bad guy"----wouldn't the Nazi have won the war...wouldn't the alian have given them nukes and stuff....and the bad guys wouldn't have transported Archer back....Danials would have to had done that "off screen" b4 he was "erased" by the tempral wake.....and how is it that the (1) alian is in the military M.A.S.H. field hospital and not in Berlin or "hitler's-retreat high n the alps?

hay that's good! u on to something! I think u nailed it! It's not a time change...different dimension...when Enterprise collaspsed the spheres it probably shifted a large area of space into another alt-dimension......like Kirk was always visiting like u said! that's great.

WOK- streight forward plot.....no time-travel, Recardo was so "bad", spock's sacrifice, death scene...thru the glass....more moving than any other lead..there's only been Data and Kirk- I cry.. Kirk puting on the glasses and telling khan "here it comes" the whole move just flowed...and the music....it was a space opera at it's finest! But I do think First Contact is right up there...and certainly the best of TNG.

Great episode. Loved the ending.

But I can't give it a 10/10 since they could have easily had a couple of Starfleet vessels in Sharans place.

 

9.5/10

They could have had Starfleet there rather then Shran, that's true. But this way we get to see Jeffery Combs again, Shran is back in the picture and the Andorian/Human relationship continues to grow.

 

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Think back to what Shran said while the fighting was going on. "Tell Archer that we're no longer even. Now he owes me!" So Shran's motivation wasn't to pay the pink skins back for a past favor. At this point they are on even footing. The statement of "Now he owes me!" in an indication that Shran believes that there will be positive future interaction between his people and humans.

 

So for this one episode, yes they could have used the NX-02 or other starfleet ships, but that wouldn't have addressed the future. I think they are setting up the Federation nicely.

this is true..but they could have had a Vulcan ship along side it and a few small earth ships...and show the nx-2 being "tractor-towed to safety" to keep it from being destroyed.

What were Nazis doing in the San Fransico Bay area let alone America?  The Nazis never came on American soil in World War II.

Those were American P-51 Mustangs that fired on the shuttle pod.

The sailors are shocked and disturbed by suddenly being transported out of the fight, 70 pair of angry eyes turn toward WeareBorg..one of the more outspoken crew yells out and points a angry finger towards Weareborg..."that one...he must have done it...blackmagic...he's a witch!let's get him...then return for the French!

with that there was a "cheer" from the rest of the mob. I step in to intervene...."there will be none of that....here...save your strength for the French..and I turn to weareborg placing my hand on his shoulder and speaking quietly I say..."they are all brave men, and have sworn to obey my orders without question, the French run away from fights...I'm sure they do not wish to die today, but they do not take to "un-natural" powers....if it's their fate to die...then they will meet that fate as men, and with cold steel in their hands along with their faith, skill..I assure you much French Blood will flow before the day's work is done! for they know their fate is n their own hands..if it's god's will for them to fall this day..they will know they Died with honor...all they wish from us- is Leadership, Courage...and they will follow us to the gates of Hell itself....so I implore u, return us...let us get about this day's "work"...I toss WeareBorg a cutlass, I trust You know how to use this? Show these men the metal which I know you're made of....for the French bleed today!

the thing is that the romulans can't fire cloaked...

someone better remind B&B that....you know the Romulans arnt even suppose to have cloaking in 2154 according to the other shows(TOS) TNG....Worf said phasors were in use until 2200, and photon torpedos, transporters, replicators arnt suppose to be there either! It wouldn't suprise me if u find Romulan "warbirds" and "cruisers"