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I'd like you to take a look at this gun.

It's handcrafted to my specifications.

Balance is excellent.

The trigger responds to a pressure of
one ounce.

I'm quite familiar with the piece.

Perhaps we could talk about that? I
rarely draw it unless I mean to use it.

Care for a demonstration?

Was she everything I promised her?

And more.

I've never seen a holographic program
this detailed before. I swear I could

almost smell the gun oil.

I suppose she's still in the
experimental stage, but once we get the

Bridge to Captain Kirk.

Kirk here. We've arrived at the first of
the power stations that have gone

offline, Captain.

I'll be right there.

All right.

Playtime's over. Let's get back to work.

Report, Spock.

Starfleet's communique was accurate. All
three power stations in this system are

completely drained.

Any idea what caused it?

Aye, likely the Klingon fuel cells
again.

There is no evidence to support that
theory, Mr. Scott. That's because it

a theory. It was a joke.

The power stations were anchored in this
system with the purpose of providing

energy and fuel for passing Federation
ships.

And what would cause a failure on that
scale?

Unknown. If theft was intended, it would
be far more efficient to steal the

stations themselves as opposed to
siphoning them one by one.

Captain, I'm registering a minor drain
on engine power.

Scouting. Checking.

Aye. Slight, but noticeable.

Any danger?

Not yet, sir, but I don't like it. I
can't even tell you what's causing it.

All right.

Spock, scan the station.

For any clues to the power loss.

Captain, I'm reading something 320 ,000
kilometers off the starboard bow.

Put it on screen.

Temple.

Spot? Unknown.

Sulu, bring us around.

Scotty, shields up.

Shields not responding.

Power drain has accelerated.

The source of the drain is the anomaly
directly in front of us.

Can we do anything about it?

Unknown.

Chip systems, including life support, at
54%, and falling.

What is it? A machine?

An organism?

Unknown. That's an awful lot of
unknowns, Mr. Spock. I need answers.

Go to red alert.

Sulu, put some distance between you.
Back away.

Engines aren't responding, Captain.

I can't seem to drive, and impulse
engines are offline.

Uhura, anything?

Nothing, sir.

I've tried friendship messages on all
known aliens.

Chip's power now at 29%. She's fading
fast.

Not without a fight.

Ready phasers. We don't have enough
power for phasers, sir. I ended up on

everything we had to life support.
Photon torpedoes, then. You might be

get off one shot, but there is no
telling it. Lock the photon torpedo on.

center. Torpedo locked.

Fire.

20 seconds to impact.

Power levels at 14%. Captain, I'm
detecting two life forms in the center

anomaly. What?

Jim, readings are very faint, but
that... Jim, you don't know anything

them. They could need our help. Scotty,
transport.

Oh, no way, sir. Power levels at 9%.
Impact in 5 seconds.

Jim, we're out of options, but you don't
know it. Impact.

Report. Power levels at 12%. 19%.
Increasing steadily.

All decks reporting in. No casualties.

Our torpedo broke off small pieces of
the anomaly.

The bulk is still intact, but it is no
longer a viable threat.

I detect no life forms.

Camp Redler.

I'm sorry, Bones, but it couldn't be
helped. I know, Jim.

It's hard to see the taking of any life,
even if it's to save our own.

24%. 31%. Still climbing.

Captain, I'm detecting an energy filter.

Focus within the Enterprise.

Can you identify an exact location?

The bridge.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship
Enterprise.

Its continuing mission, to explore
strange new worlds.

To seek out new life and new
civilizations.

To boldly go where no man has gone
before.

Captain's log, Stardate 6147 .3.

It's been nearly two years since the
alien called Apollo from Earth's ancient

history tried to enslave us on Pollux 4.

Now, a much older Apollo has reappeared,
only this time, on board the

Enterprise.

Security to the bridge, on the double.

Apollo.

A thousand years.

In a day.

Rest, dearest.

We continue because of you.

You continue.

I am pleased.

The final image my eyes behold is that
of your face.

No.

We're safe together.

You can't go.

I forbid it.

Live on for us.

Sleep, dwell upon thine eyes.

Peace in thy breast.

Would I were sleep in peace.

So sweet to rest.

Travel gently.

You love it, Athena?

Where did it go?

I don't know.

Emptiness.

Don't know what I can do for him, but
let's get him to sickbay.

Sir, you're not actually going to...

Power stabilized, sir. Shield output is
increasing, but... But?

Well, pieces of whatever that thing out
there were, sir, are hardened in the

ship's hull.

Captain, if that debris clogs the intake
manifolds... I feel them, but we are

stuck here until we can clear that
debris.

Readings indicate the material to be
innocuous once hardened.

There is, however, an unknown corrosive
substance at their centers.

Corrosive enough to eat through the
hull?

Possibly.

Suggestion, gentlemen. What a warp in
the ream.

We could go out on the hull with a
couple hand phasers.

Cut the residue from the ship's
exterior.

Interesting strategy, Mr. Sulu.

By setting phasers to the proper
resonant frequency, we should be able to

scrape it off the hull without damaging
it.

Why, like sandpaper.

But it's precision work. We can't afford
the bumps.

I think Chekhov can handle that.

Well, Mr. Sulu, up for a little walk
outside?

Absolute. Very well.

You and Simone from Structural
Engineering suit up and get it done. I

Scott, we'll monitor the EVA from here.

Concerned, Mr. Spock?

I am, Captain. I think Sulu knows what
he's doing. It is not Sulu that concerns

me. It is Apollo.

Yes.

I don't like him here one bit, but I
feel somewhat responsible for him being

here. Curious he has aged so rapidly in
two years.

Computer, analyze subject's age on
screen.

Working. Subject on screen's
physiological age based on established

between 38... and 41 Earth years.

Now, analyze the age of the subject
currently in sickbay.

Working.

Subject in sickbay's physiological age
based on established norms between 77

82 Earth years.

I am at a loss to explain, Captain.
Well, why don't we pay our guest a

visit and get some answers?

Scouting, you've got the gun.

Captain, Dr. Elise McKenna. I was
recently assigned here from... No, not a

time, Doctor.

How is he, Bones? Damn peculiar, Jim.

I mean, his vitals are stable, for now.

Can't tell how long, though. Especially
in the condition he's in.

Condition? Dying.

Like any mortal human.

Fascinating. Oh, and that organ I
detected on Pollux 4?

It's still there, but barely detectable.
I had to run two bio scans on him just

to find it.

Captain Kirk.

So you remember me.

Yes.

You have extended an undeserved kindness
considering our history.

For that I am grateful.

Don't mention it.

What's the meaning of the attack on my
ship?

The attack was not my doing.

When we sensed your weapon approaching,
Athena sacrificed her last portion of

energy to allow us both to escape the
realm.

Realm. It was conceived by our race eons
ago to be a place of eternal respite.

The realm was to provide the energy for
us to live on through eternity.

Clearly it did not operate as intended.

No.

Hera, Poseidon, and my beloved Artemis
were the first to arrive.

The realm drained them of their life
energy until...

They were too weak to escape.

A malfunction caused the to siphon power
from any nearby energy source, whether

organic or artificial.

The power stations.

And your rapid aging.

Even a god without worship quickly
withers.

Because I waited for you, my children.

I was the last to arrive.

I was ill -prepared for what I
discovered.

They were dying.

Yes.

What was meant to be our sanctuary
became our prison.

One by one, my brothers and sisters
slipped into oblivion, and I was

to save them.

I sympathize, Apollo.

But nothing has changed.

We can't give you the worship you want.

Much has changed.

I no longer seek it.

Time, who never dared to speak my name,
now pursues me.

Does that surprise you? Even please you?

To know that I fear passing into
oblivion? No, it doesn't please us.

But your presence on this ship is a
great concern.

Then hear my plea.

I ask you to take me to a world where
mortals exist.

I feel the warmth of the sun, the
evening breeze on my face. No, so you

God to another unsuspecting race? I
swear upon all Olympus, upon the Holy

itself, I only desire to spend my
remaining days among them,

as one of them. I'm afraid that's a big
risk, and not one I'm prepared to take.

To be a god for centuries, only to
weaken and die alone.

After my actions toward you, perhaps you
believe that is what I deserve.

Jim, perhaps we should let him rest.

Check on Thulu's program.

And then I want to see the officers in
the briefing room.

Yes, sir.

Bone, make sure Apollo is what he
claims.

What's that?

Apollo.

Captain! Yes, Dr. McKenna. Welcome
aboard. Thank you, sir. I'm very anxious

talk about this new position. Of course
you are. For the time being, I need you

to help Dr. McCoy with our guest.

Yes, sir.

We can go inside and use the shield
array to scrape off the rest.

You love this stuff, don't you?

No matter how hard we train, I can't get
used to assignments like this. It gives

me artificial gravity any day.

Artificial gravity.

I'm Dr. McKenna. Are you feeling up for
some company?

Company of a beautiful woman is always
welcome.

You are just as charming as she said you
were.

She?

Lieutenant Palamas.

Carolyn.

Carolyn.

The only mortal woman to ever spurn my
love.

Well, she did so out of dedication for
her crewmates.

She also said it was the most difficult
thing she'd ever done.

Why does she not declare this to me
herself?

She died.

Carolyn, gone as well.

After her experience with you, she
decided to leave the ship.

She died while helping some colonists
who were infected by a plague.

Such sacrifice by such beauty.

She's even more than I immediately knew
her to be.

A rare treasure, McKenna.

Elise.

Please talk to him about your new area.

Reduce phaser strength by 20 % to
compensate.

That's going to slow us down.

Aye, laddie. It will at that.

But better to err on the side of
caution.

Wouldn't you agree?

Simone, you heard him.

Compensate. I'm trying. It's not
working.

Enterprise, we may have a problem out
here.

Tell me.

Why didn't you and the other gods find
another planet with humans where you

could be worshipped?

So deep was our love for humanity and
our heartbreak when they rejected us.

We couldn't bear the risk of such
heartbreak again.

Our only choice was the realm.

Of all of us, none loved you humans more
than I.

Well, you must understand the captain's
concerns.

If only I could open up my heart and
show him.

Show all of you.

All I desire is life and peace.

Do it!

Get that gentleman off!

Are you all right, lad?

Low, easy breath suit.

Better now.

Scotty? Drain the powder, Captain. This
was no bloody malfunction.

That monster lying in thick may I lay
odds on his doing. Apollo is in no

condition to do it. Let's not remember
what he did to Carolyn. And now he's

killed Simone.

Everything was going as planned,
Captain.

Simone was trying to compensate.

His phaser.

I tried to help him, but there's nothing
I could do. It's all right, Sulu.

It's all right.

Bones? He's okay. A bit shaken, but no
permanent damage.

I'm fine, Captain.

But Samuni, his body. We'll bring him
home.

You get some rest.

Return to duty when you're feeling up to
it, all right?

Bones? He's got a year with me.

What?

He's to blame for all this. There's no
reason to believe that this was anything

more than a tragic accident. I tell you,
he's behind us somehow. He wants us all

down and he's praying to him. It would
be illogical for Apollo to kill us,

especially considering how desperate he
seems for our health.

I agree with Spock.

A decision needs to be made about Apollo
and what to do with him.

As my senior officers, I'm bringing you
in on that decision with me.

Right now, Apollo's in no condition to
do anything.

Maybe what he claims is true.

Dr. McCoy, you can't be serious.

Simone would be alive right now if that
creature hadn't come aboard.

Dr. McCoy's point is valid.

Apollo's appearance here could be, as he
said, a matter of survival.

He is now the last of his race.

I sympathize, gentlemen.

But not to the point where the safety of
the crew is in jeopardy.

We have no further facts at this time,
Captain.

And he hasn't demonstrated any
aggressiveness toward anyone, Jim. We're

keeping him locked up in here.

Captain, if our objective is to
determine Apollo's true intentions,

is time we, what is the saying, give him
enough rope.

Something like that.

I don't believe it! That will be enough,
Mr. Scott.

I said it.

If you'll excuse me.

I need to continue repairing the damage
caused by our guest.

Scotty's not as forgiving as some, Jeff.

Seeing Apollo again has really reopened
some old deep wounds.

He doesn't trust him.

Can't say I really blame him.

Have the security detail accompany
Apollo.

And allow him to walk about the ship a
bit.

And Spock. Yes, Captain.

Make it a short leash.

Many things have changed on your Earth
over the centuries.

Some things have not. Well, one thing
has changed.

I have one less crewman than I did an
hour ago. Perhaps you can tell me how

realm managed to kill one of my men. I
have little knowledge of this matter,

Captain. That's not good enough.

Look, if you want our help, you're going
to have to start providing some

answers. The realm thrives on energy.

Survival became its sole purpose.

Athena and I were its prisoners.

Had your ship not been so close, we
would have been unable to escape.

Perhaps you have reconsidered my
request.

I have a responsibility to my
Federation's non -deferent directive to

someone with your history to descend
upon some planet instead of church. Your

history tape.

Show how humans have evolved as a
species.

Yet your Federation's promise of
compassion and benevolence seemed little

than words.

Is that all you learned from our
history?

I assure you, our decision will be a
just one. In the meantime, if you're

feeling up to it, you may walk about the
ship, get to know present -day humanity

from some of its best representatives,
my crew, accompanied by security, of

course. Of course.

I'm pleased to see...

I was remembered.

Yes, you were remembered, but not as a
deity.

One starry night on the moon of the dun
We'll meet and we'll fly

off forever as one

I

knew this was important to you,

so I wanted to keep it safe.

You will honor me if you continue to do
so.

You know, you have the voice of an
angel.

Thank you.

As that of another.

My sister Artemis.

Thank you.

Wait. You're the Greek god of music.

I am.

I was.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... No, no.

It's all right, my child.

Even through the centuries,

Music still echoes in my mind. Battles,
heroes, bravery, love.

To love a mortal was to watch the sun
rise on a perfect day,

only to mourn too quickly its setting
into eternal night.

Walk you and I to the gardens of old.

Adorn thou my love in silver and gold.

Drink of sweet wine as brave tales are
told.

Pray to the gods that we may love

a thousand years in a day.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Very
kind.

It pleases me that you still enjoy my
music, my children.

It's just lovely.

You know, Marcius once challenged me to
a contest of music. Who is Marcius?

Marcius was a sailor who believed he
could play his flute as proficiently as

my lyre.

After we both played, the muses declared
the contest a tie.

Until I decreed that we both play and
sing at the same time.

An impossible feat for Marcius.

Engineering to Captain Kirk.

Kirk here. Scott here, sir. My panels
are lighting up with malfunctions

everywhere. Some of that corrosive junk
definitely got into some of our systems.

How bad is it?

I don't know yet.

way to rig up a shipwire electromagnetic
pulse to wipe it out all in one shot.

Well, do what you can, Scotty. Keep me
informed. Kirk out.

Come.

Captain, I thought now... Yes,
Lieutenant?

I thought now might be a good time for
that little chat.

Well, you're certainly persistent.

I get that a lot.

Give me one minute.

I suppose you feel like you need to
prove yourself being Starfleet's first

-board ship's counselor.

Not, I assume, unlike you, feeling like
you had to prove yourself when you

became captain at 33.

The youngest starship captain in
Starfleet history.

32.

But close enough.

My mistake.

Captain, part of my job is to assess the
psychological condition of all on

board, even alien lifeforms like Apollo,
and make recommendations.

And I'll bet you have one.

Yes, I do.

I believe him.

I believe that he is sincere about
everything that he says.

Whatever Apollo might have been once
upon a time, his experiences since then

have changed him.

But changed him how?

That's what I need to know before I
could even consider granting his

If I'm wrong, there's no telling what
he's liable to do.

But can't that be said about any one of
us?

In each of us, there's the potential to
do great things and to do dangerous and

unpredictable things.

How is Apollo any different?

Well, the last time I checked, neither
you nor I were ever worshipped as God.

I'd call that a big difference.

He watched his friends die in that
realm.

And now he's here.

Alone.

And he's facing death himself.

I truly believe that if we let the...
Kirk here.

Spock here, Captain.

I suggest you come to Rec Room 6 as soon
as possible.

Why? What is it?

I think you should see for yourself.

On my way.

When Troilus, the young Trojan prince,
rejected Achilles' lustful advances, he

sealed the fate of himself and his city.

Achilles arrived at Troy with fifty
ships.

His arrogance only matched by his rage.

And that fateful day when Paris fired
his arrow...

It was I who guided it into Achilles'
heel.

Payment for the sacrilege of murdering
Troilus, my son, on the very altar of...

Follow!

I'd like a word, please.

Your idea of Olympian honor?

You assured us you had no desire for
worship.

This is a pretty poor way of proving
yourself worthy of our help. It is you

are not worthy. If you expect us to...

Is this a preview of what you intend to
do to some unsuspecting planet?

Well, you'll never get there, and you'll
die alone.

Is that what you want? I want what is
mine.

Humanity's worship and love.

Humanity never loved you.

They feared you.

No god should survive on fear. Enough!

Receive the wage of your blasphemy!

You're going to break take him to say
tell McCoy to put him in with strength

sedate him if he has to All

right,

everyone back to your state

I guess this guy was right. How so?

You were here, Spock. You saw what just
happened.

Yes, sir.

While Apollo clearly had influence on
those in the recreation room, I do not

believe he intended to behave as he did.

So you think he can't control it? He's
been this divine parasite for so long

that he just can't help himself, is that
it? It has been my experience that

humans, if not most beings, are unable
to change their behaviors that are

embedded by choice.

It is often forced by tragedy or outside
intervention.

Apollo's therapy will not be at the
expense of the crew of the Enterprise, I

promise you that.

Apparently you can't teach an old god
new tricks.

Easy, Jim. He's restrained.

He offered his wrists for the straps.

What words can I offer, Captain?

How about an explanation?

Even a god can lose control.

But you said you weren't a god anymore.

I'm not.

I'm a fool.

I believed I could control the deepest
ancient drives.

By sheer force of my will.

I see now I cannot.

You will not help me then, will you?
That little show of yours demonstrated

exactly why I can't.

Nor should you.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

But I don't see any alternative.

Wait!

The organ in my body.

That's what allows you to channel the
power from that temple of yours.

Yes, yes.

But it serves another purpose.

I'm listening. It's what converts mortal
worship into energy.

An energy that defies your
understanding.

I cannot control it as I first believed.

Neither will I let it control me.

If thine eye offends thee, then pluck it
out.

It's a quote from one of our greatest
earth books.

You want me to remove the organ.

Yes.

Can you do it, Bones?

Well, I don't know, Jim. It's removing
an organ is straightforward enough

but considering... I accept any risk.

My powers must be extinguished
permanently if I am to survive.

And no god, no one, should survive on
fear.

It's your call.

Please, Doctor.

I have faith in you.

Captain's log, supplemental.

While Ship Surgeon McCoy performs
elective surgery on Apollo to remove

medical staff has deemed the God Organ,
Mr. Scott has come up with a solution to

our other problem. He and his
engineering team begin within the hour.

Sickbay to Captain Kirk.

Kirk here, Bones.

Well, it's done, Jim.

He's very weak, and I couldn't give you
a guess about a recovery.

But it's out.

Understood. Join us in the briefing room
as soon as you're able.

Well, gentlemen.

Thanks for some skillful work by our
good doctor.

It is probable that Apollo no longer has
the urge to thrive.

on the worship of others. I would
therefore like to revisit the question

resettling him. Well, as with any
surgery, we'll have to wait and see for

while, but I'm fairly sure he's harmless
now.

I believe Apollo's sincerity and
intentions were demonstrated by his

to have an organ that he has relied on
for centuries removed.

Forgive me for saying so, gentlemen, but
it seems like a lot of wishful

thinking. We've got nothing but Apollo's
word that removing that thing will make

a wee bit of difference.

What would you suggest, Scotty?

I just feel that turning them loose
somewhere is certain disaster.

So we still have no consensus.

Bones, keep observing Apollo. Let me
know if there are any changes.

What's the status of your operator?

They were ready to trigger the surge and
sweep the ship's systems of that gunk.

I will monitor Mr. Scott's progress on
the bridge.

Hello. I can have it for you in ten
minutes.

Ten minutes it is.

Dismissed, gentlemen.

Offering himself up for major surgery.

Maybe he is sincere, Bones.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

One thing's for certain, Jim. We can't
come to a consensus soon. It won't

matter. Rather than feel the warmth of
the sun,

Paul will probably die.

Stop the bridge. We're ready to begin.

At your discretion, Mr. Scott.

It's working, Captain. The pulse has so
far eliminated 30 % of the foreign

substance. Well done, Scotty.

Good riddance.

Get off my ship.

Bridge, I'm reading a buildup of
electrostatic energy in your systems. I

you to step away from your stations as a
precaution while I try to compensate.

Ahura!

Ahura?

Sulu!

Tell McCoy we're coming!

You've got to come!

Stay with me.

Cortical simulator.

Jim, I...

No, dammit. Doctor. No, get me the
bypass.

Boom.

Apollo, I do not know what you hope to
accomplish, but your recovery will

require what little energy you have
remaining.

Fiona?

What happened?

It's all right.

Removing that organ was supposed to
render him powerless.

How did he do that? I can't tell you
that if I was from Mount Olympus myself.

But he has more energy now than he did
before the surgery.

Something's wrong.

Is it possible that Apollo's species are
able to draw power from something other

than worship?

Well, Apollo himself said that it was
the organ that converted worship into

energy. Life energy, he said.

What are you getting at, Spock?

We've seen species throughout the galaxy
that draw energy from many different

sources. Now, if that's the case, then
why all this insistence on worship?

Perhaps the gods assumed that since
worship from humans empowered them, that

the only thing that did so.

Let's find out.

How's he doing?

He is fine.

What you did, that was really something.

I don't fully understand it myself.

But when I saw Lieutenant Uhura lying
there, and the grief on all your faces,

realized the universe was a better place
with her in it.

So you thought saving her would kill
you?

Well, not only did you not die, but we
believe that the energy you gained

actually came from your act of
sacrifice.

Do you mean to say that... All the
centuries demanding worship, forcing

adoration. Striking those who resisted.

You never considered there may be
another way.

A better way.

No.

We did not.

It is unlikely that sacrificial acts
alone will provide you with the energy

once enjoyed.

So, no more Thunderbolt.

But if you continue in this manner, it
is conceivable that you could prolong

your life indefinitely.

We never knew.

I'd like to see the senior officers in
the briefing.

And keep an eye on him.

And that, gentlemen, is where

we stand.

I believe Apollo has demonstrated that
he can live peaceably among humanoids as

one of them.

Our present course will take us past the
Bacillian Epsilon system.

The second planet is a simple humanoid
population.

Apollo sacrificed himself to save one of
our own.

And now he's placed his fate in our
hands.

All those in favor of finding him a new
home.

This will be a new experience for you.

And I am eager for it.

Captain Kirk, you and your crew have my
deepest thanks.

None of this would have been possible
without your enlightenment.

Well, that's what we mortals do.

You'll find the inhabitants of this
planet to be a simple people at a

development stage similar to the Earth's
14th century, which means you'll have

plenty of opportunities to practice that
newfound gift of yours.

And I shall do so with all of my heart.

I swear it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Godspeed, Apollo.

Energize.

Captain's log, Stardate 6147 .9. Mr.
Scott reports that repairs have begun on

the three affected power stations in
this quadrant. They are scheduled to be

back online in three weeks' time.

On a personal note, it's good to have
Lieutenant Uhura back on duty.

Well, Dr.

Leonard McCoy.

Surgeon to the guard.

Who would have thought? Just an old
country doctor like me.

You must be quite proud.

Darn tootin'. I may write a paper.

I find it highly unlikely that Starfleet
would allow such a paper to be

published.

Based on the highly sensitive subject
matter, of course.

Well, regardless, gentlemen, Apollo
learned what it took our respective

centuries to discover.

Self -sacrifice is the best way to live,
benefiting both the giver and the

receiver. If I had an entire culture
worshipping at my feet on Bendigny, I'm

so sure I'd be in a hurry to change
things either.

But one thing's clear.

They sure did love humanity.

Apollo still does.

There's something about us lovable
humans, don't you think, Jim?

Oh, now, don't pout, Mrs. Falcon.

I'm sure they would have loved the
Vulcans just as much had they landed

What's not to love?

I wasn't... Captain, I'll be at my
station.

Take us out of here, Mr. Sulu.

Ahead, warp two.

Aye, sir.

Oh, thank you. Thank you. You can't know
what this means.

You've done my family a great service.
Thank you. Thank you.