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It's identical to the other two.

Even the smallest features
are exactly the same.

Like they came off an assembly line.

I'd love to see the factory
that made these.

Well, that's the last sensor sweep.

Should give T'Pol
plenty to chew on for a while.

Power fluctuations.

I think we're getting the hang of this.

We're coming up on the outer edge
of the cloaking barrier.

They're emerging.

Heading back to their ship.

Visual.

I want to know what kind of armaments
they're carrying.

We may have found
what we're looking for.

It's been a long road

Gettin' from there to here

It's been a long time

But my time is finally near

And I will see my dream
Come alive at last

I will touch the sky

And they're not gonna
Hold me down no more

No, they're not gonna change my mind

'Cause I've got faith of the heart

I'm going where my heart will take me

I've got faith to believe

I can do anything

I've got strength of the soul

And no one's gonna bend or break me

I can reach any star

I've got faith

I've got faith

Faith of the heart

This new data should help us map
the anomalies more accurately.

I should also be able to calculate...

the exact number of spheres
in the Expanse.

- Any new theories on their purpose?
- Not yet.

Bridge to Captain Archer.

Archer here.

We've picked up a vessel
approaching at impulse.

They're transmitting a distress signal.

They're trapped
in a cluster of anomalies.

They have taken engine damage.

Let's see them.

- Twenty-three bio-signs.
- Hail them.

This is Captain Jonathan Archer
of the Starship Enterprise.

Can we assist you?

Enterprise, we've suffered
heavy damage.

Our engines are inoperative.
Our life-support system is failing.

Please assist us.

- What kind of weapons do they have?
- Minimal.

Can you get us through the anomalies?

I believe I can plot a safe course.

Full impulse.

Their life-support system has failed.

Take full security precautions.

Make sure none of them are armed.

You'll be fine.
Excuse me for one moment.

Thank you, Doctor.

How are they?

I'm unable to perform
detailed bio-scans.

Why?

They have an aversion
to any kind of invasive medical care...

for religious reasons.

However, I have managed to ascertain
that aside from some minor injuries...

and one slight case of malnutrition,
they appear to be fine.

They are no strangers to anomalies.
That looks like an old scar.

I found similar injuries on four others.

Apparently, they've been in the vicinity
of the sphere for several months.

Which one's the Captain?

He prefers the term Pri'Nam,
a religious designation.

I'm Captain Archer.

Welcome aboard.

My name is D'Jamat.

I can't express how grateful we are.
You saved our lives.

I understand you've been in this region
for quite some time.

Yes, we're on a pilgrimage
to the 12th sphere.

It's taken us a year to make the journey.

Your ship is in pretty rough shape.
My engineer's taking a look at it.

Well, it is an old vessel, but sturdy.

Unfortunately, we are better at prayer
than we are at space travel.

Maybe there is some information
about the spheres we can share.

If you are feeling up to it...

I'd like you to have dinner with me
and my Science Officer tonight.

I'd be honoured
to accept your hospitality, Captain.

Our home world is called Triannon.

It's 6.3 light-years from here
in the Muratas Star Cluster.

Have you heard of it?

Doesn't ring a bell.

We're new to the Expanse.

The Expanse?

You mean the Chosen Realm.

I think we're talking
about the same thing.

We're here to learn everything we can
about a species you may have run into.

The Xindi.

I'm not familiar with them.

We place very little emphasis
on meeting other life-forms.

Space travel for us is merely a means
to bring us closer to the spheres.

You've studied them for some time?

We're not here to study the spheres.
We're here to venerate them.

We believe that it is through prayer
and meditation...

that the Makers become manifest.

- The Makers?
- The creator of the spheres.

I've felt their presence here.

You are referring to spatial anomalies.

The Maker's breath,
it reshapes reality...

allows ordinary men
a glimpse of the divine.

That "breath"
nearly destroyed your ship.

Well, we became careless.

It is easy to do when you are
in the presence of a sphere.

They are certainly impressive.

We have found three of them so far.

You are fortunate
to have such a fast ship.

I regret that I'll die having seen only
one of the many thousands of spheres.

Actually, we've determined that
there are 59 spheres in the Expanse.

I think your estimates are a bit low.

That's doubtful.

With the Makers, there is no doubt.

Doubt is the basis
of all scientific progress.

Scientific progress
has led many people astray.

Perhaps this is a subject
we should discuss some other time.

I agree, Captain.

You'll be glad to know
my Engineer believes...

that he can repair
the damage to your vessel.

He thinks it shouldn't take
more than a couple of days.

That is good news.

I certainly hope that we'll have
the opportunity to repay your kindness.

May I help you?

I'd like to speak with you.

What is it?

Are you feeling ill?

I wanted to ask you
about a certain procedure.

I'm sorry.
It's very difficult for me to talk about.

Why don't you have a seat?

I was about to make some Janaran tea.
Would you like some?

Yes. Thank you.

- Is everyone in place?
- Yes.

They're just waiting for your signal.

You sound hesitant.

I am sorry, Pri'Nam...

but are you certain
this is the right thing to do?

Do you think this ship just came to us
by coincidence?

This encounter was clearly ordained
by the Makers.

But these people risked their lives
to save us.

They desecrated a sphere.

What we are about to do is not just
for our salvation, but for theirs as well.

I know it can be difficult.

We have been away from home
for a long time.

But we have been given the means
to end the bloodshed once and for all.

Don't lose your faith now, Yarrick.

Never, Pri'Nam.

They believe that godlike beings
they call the Makers...

created the spheres 1,000 years ago.

We have determined that the spheres
are nearly 1,000 years old.

Well, they also believe
that the Makers are using the spheres...

to reshape the Expanse...

creating a paradise
for when they return.

Mythology often has a basis in fact.

Come in.

- Am I disturbing you?
- Not at all.

Excuse me.

I said before that I hoped to be able
to repay your kindness.

- That isn't necessary.
- It is already underway.

Captain Archer...

you, your crew, this vessel...

are all about to embark
on a glorious mission.

At this moment,
a number of my people...

have taken positions
around your vessel.

Their bodies have been equipped
with powerful, organic explosives.

With a single command, I can order
any one of them to sacrifice their lives.

There's been an explosion on C-Deck.
We've got a hull breach.

- Seal off the area. Get security teams...
- Stop.

Two of my men are positioned
next to your warp reactor.

Unless you turn this ship over to me,
I'll destroy it.

He has severe burns.

The other two are suffering from
the effects of rapid decompression.

They need immediate medical attention.

My orders are to escort everyone
to their quarters.

I will not leave
without treating these people.

Watch him.

They say they'll destroy Enterprise.
I have to believe them.

I can't believe you're going along
with this.

Remember what's at stake,
why we're out here.

Right now we don't have a choice.

Don't take any action against them.
Is that clear?

Aye, Captain.

This isn't over.

Make yourself at home.

You made the right decision.

I promise you,
your people won't be harmed.

You just murdered one of my people.

I had to erase any doubts
you might have about our resolve.

What do you want with my ship?

When I'm satisfied
the situation is secure...

I'll answer your questions.

I also lost a crewman
in that explosion, Captain.

I'll say a prayer for them both.

Save your breath.

Were you given the coordinates
for Triannon?

Set a course. Your highest warp factor.

Prepare to fire two of your torpedoes.

Target my ship's reactor.

You heard me.

Release the docking clamps.

I promised you an explanation.

I owe you that.

Where are you taking this ship?

To my homeworld.

We'll be there in three days.

For the last century...

a violent group of heretics
have tried to undermine our way of life.

With your ship,
I can deliver a final decisive attack.

I can end this conflict forever.

A war.

That was the "glorious mission"
you were talking about?

I'm trying to save my people.

Why do I have the feeling these heretics
would say the same thing?

They might very well.

But it doesn't change what they are.
Enemies of the truth.

- Your truth.
- There's only one.

How many people do you intend to kill
with my ship?

Your species is obsessed
with numbers.

A characteristic
of your misguided belief...

that the secrets of the universe
can be revealed through science.

This may sound barbaric to you...

but it doesn't matter
how many heretics die.

When the Makers return,
only the faithful will survive.

Non-believers will be swept away.

Not only Triannons...

but every race
within the Chosen Realm.

Doctrines like that make it...

real easy to wipe out everyone
who doesn't agree with you.

You are wrong. It is not easy.

If it were, I wouldn't be dreading
what I have to do next.

I've been reviewing your records.

You've committed
terrible acts of desecration.

Not only have you flown within
the cloaking barrier of three spheres...

you've landed on one
and entered another.

For crimes of this magnitude,
my faith obligates me...

to destroy your ship
and put your crew to death.

However...

I cannot ignore the fact...

that you put yourselves
at risk to save us...

and that I like you, Captain.

I believe you are an honourable man.

So I am going against
what my faith dictates.

I am going to temper the punishment.

As commander of this ship...

you may choose one member
of your crew to give up their life.

You're out of your mind.

If you won't choose, I'll choose for you.

I take no pleasure in this, Captain,
believe me.

I need time to think about this.

You have six hours.

I urge you to use this time
to search within yourself...

and put these lies out of your mind.

All of this data that you've collected...

must be erased from existence.

Six hours, Captain.

An update on the repairs to your ship.

D'Jamat felt
you should be kept apprised.

That's very considerate of him.

Wait a minute.

- Your name's Yarrick, isn't it?
- It is.

I understand
your wife paid a visit to Sickbay.

She had a long talk with my Doctor.

She's pregnant.

Yes.

I guess you also know
that she wants to end the pregnancy.

That's between her and me.

My Doctor got the impression that...

she doesn't exactly agree with
D'Jamat's interpretation of your faith.

As a matter of fact, Phlox said
she's grown to hate everything about it.

That's not true.

He also got the impression...

that you're not happy
with the way things are going, either.

D'Jamat is my spiritual leader.
I will follow him to my death.

From what I've seen, I'm pretty sure
you're going to have that opportunity.

You went to their Doctor?

You put us at risk. He told his Captain.

- Does D'Jamat know?
- I don't think so.

Did you have the procedure?

No. The Doctor said he needed time
to review our physiology.

He's under guard now. It's too late.

It's just as well.

Have you changed your mind?

I'm not certain it's the right thing to do.

I won't watch my son or daughter
fight in D'Jamat's war.

We have the ship now.
We'll end the war once and for all.

You don't believe that
any more than I do.

Enter.

I'm glad you've come.

I was just looking at
your Captain's Logs.

I had no idea
we were such kindred spirits.

What makes you think that?

I know why you're here, in the Expanse.

It turns out we're both fighting
to save our people.

I'm trying to stop my world
from being destroyed.

You're trying to wipe out everyone
who doesn't share your beliefs.

Our situations aren't as different
as you think.

I draw the line
at murdering innocent people.

And not torture?

In your log,
there is an incident with a prisoner...

an interrogation
that made use of an airlock.

I needed information
critical to my mission.

He wasn't hurt.

I sympathise with you, Captain.

I've had to make hard choices as well.

When I was young,
I fought with the Holy Regiments.

I was commanding a mission.

We'd infiltrated a village
known to be a heretic stronghold.

We were instructed to stay concealed...

and relay intelligence
about enemy movements.

But one of the villagers discovered us.

It was a small boy...

no more than six years old.

We knew if we let him go,
he would alert the village.

And if we tried to hold him...

he might give us away.

There was only one action to take.

So I took it.

You're proud of that.

In the service of the Makers...

all actions are blessed ones.

There are no Makers.
At least not how you perceive them.

The spheres are machines built
for a reason you and I don't understand.

I was once like you.

But then I felt the breath.

I prayed for you, Captain.

I'd hoped that the Makers
would open your eyes to the truth.

But it seems that they've turned away.

You had a choice to make.

I've made it.

And which crew member
have you selected?

I've chosen myself.

You wanted to kill someone.

Kill me.

I urge you to reconsider.

I won't make someone else pay...

for something that happened
under my command.

But what about your mission?

When I'm through with your ship,
your crew will need their Captain.

T'Pol is a fine commander.

T'Pol is a fine commander.

We're more alike
than you think, Captain.

I would make the same choice.
I respect your decision.

Then maybe you'll grant a request.

What is it?

My people have certain customs
regarding death.

There's a device onboard.

We use it to dispose
of hazardous materials.

But on rare occasions,
when the situation arises...

we've also used it for executions.

It's considered humane.

Where is this device?

The molecules
have been disassembled.

Quick and painless.

I can't change your mind?

No more than I can change yours.

Very well.

Proceed.

- Captain...
- Ask Phlox to keep an eye on Porthos.

Take care of Enterprise.

This won't end here.

You have my sympathies.

You should inform your crew.
They deserve to know.

You've been quiet.

I'm just thinking
about what's ahead, Pri'Nam.

I know you too well.

Tell me what's wrong.

We've just begun this mission
and already three people are dead.

- And that bothers you.
- Shouldn't it?

These people are not our enemy.

They are non-believers.
That makes them our enemy.

Why?

Do you believe
the Makers speak through me?

Yes.

Then when you question me,
you question the Makers.

And there's a word for that.

Heresy.

Yarrick...

when you begin to sympathise
with the enemy...

you risk becoming the enemy.

Can I help you?

I know.

Medical scans are against your beliefs.

I don't think the Makers will mind.

Enter.

Lyaal is missing. He's not at his station.

Lyaal. Lyaal.

We'll use the ship's internal sensors
to find him.

I need to locate one of my men.

- We're dropping out of warp.
- Main power is being disrupted.

From where?

I can't identify the location.

I'm telling you, I didn't do anything.
Ask your flunky over here.

He's been looking over my shoulder
the whole time.

It's true. He never left my sight.

This did not happen by accident.

Pri'Nam! There's something wrong
with the EPS manifolds on Deck D...

Section J-15.

Yarrick, go with him.

It's on the left.

You passed it.

You don't want to do that.

You can't win. They'll destroy the ship.

- Not if you help me.
- No.

You know this is wrong...

everything he's doing.

We can put a stop to it, all of it.

- I won't betray my faith.
- Your faith betrayed you.

Is this really what the Makers want?

To kill people by the thousands
in their name?

Is that the faith you were raised in?

- No.
- Then do what is right.

If you don't help me...

you'll be condemning
your wife and child to death...

because that's how this is going to end.

As long as people like D'Jamat
dictate what's true and what isn't...

all you'll ever have is war.

Have you located Lyaal?

Internal sensors aren't functioning.
Systems are down all over the ship.

- What is it?
- There's a convoy of ships approaching.

Let me see them.

These people you're fighting,
what makes them heretics?

We believe the Makers created
the Chosen Realm in nine days.

They believe it took 10.

For that, you've been at war
for over a century?

Found it.

What is it?

The environmental controls
need to be rerouted to Sickbay.

That can only be done from the Bridge.
I'm gonna show you how to do it.

Why?

Dr. Phlox has synthesised
an airborne agent.

It neutralises one of the enzymes
used in the organic explosives...

renders it inert.

They're hailing us.

Surrender now.

I have four ships.

If you had 10 ships,
you wouldn't survive against this vessel.

Run your scans,
you'll see that I'm telling the truth.

Surrender, and you'll be treated fairly.

You consider us heretics.
We know what you do to them, D'Jamat.

Target the lead vessel.

Do what I say.

No.

Prepare to fire torpedoes.

- One of the ships has lost engines.
- Target their main reactor.

- One of the ships has lost engines.
- Target their main reactor.

Don't worry, it's harmless.

Unless it's agitated.

Captain.

We have to get to the Armoury.
We're retaking the ship.

We need the MACOs.

- Pri'Nam.
- It's begun.

What's the status of the engines?

We've located the problem.
It's under repair.

The warp reactor should be functioning
in a few hours.

- They're retreating.
- Stay with them.

Do what I say.

Bring us within firing distance.
Prepare to lock weapons.

Careful!
There's no antidote for the venom.

There'll be an extra helping of snow
beetles for you tonight, young lady.

Their engines are at maximum.
We're still gaining.

Good. We'll eliminate them one by one.

Hold your fire.

Don't move.

They're coming into range.

Lock weapons.

They're sending a transmission.
They want to surrender.

Continue firing.

Weapons aren't functioning.

Archer to the Bridge.

We've rerouted command functions
to Engineering.

I've taken weapons off-line.

Find him.

We've also neutralised
your organic explosives.

You're lying.

Go ahead, try to blow yourself up.

I'll wait.

Stand down
before anyone else gets hurt.

- You know I won't do that.
- Pri'Nam.

They're coming about.

They're firing again, Captain.

I suggest you bring
your weapons back online.

Are you willing to sacrifice
the lives of your crew?

Captain, it's Reed. We have the Bridge.

This would be a lot easier
if I had weapons back.

Stand by.

Hail them.

This is Captain Archer.

D'Jamat is no longer
in control of this vessel.

Please respond.

We've retaken the ship.

I'm in command again.

Why should I believe you?

I'm powering down my weapons.

See for yourself.

They're moving off.

We just entered orbit around Triannon.
Let's go.

You've done a terrible thing, Captain.

You've interfered with something
that was ordained.

After centuries of fighting...

I was going to bring an end to the war.
We would have had peace.

Peace.

One of my crewmen is dead, six others
are wounded, my ship is damaged...

None of that is important.

All that matters is the sacred truth.

You want truth?

I'll show you some truth.

From what we've been able to learn,
this happened eight months ago.

Both sides have been decimated.

There are no major cities left.

Millions are dead.

Your faith was going to bring peace.

Here it is.