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Captain's log started 6202 .1. After
encountering Friendship 3, an

probe launched from Earth 170 years ago,
the Enterprise computer has been

infested with a pathogen of unknown
origin.

Confirmed, Captain. Whatever has
infiltrated the main computer is of a

technology far superior to the archaic
design of Friendship 3.

You've got to pull the plug on the
thing, Spock. Get it isolated.

Lieutenant, contact Starfleet Command.
From Kirk, commanding Enterprise.

Unknown entity has infiltrated ship's
computer after encountering old Earth

space probe Friendship 3.

All ships are to avoid sector... Sierra
047.

Sierra 047.

Steps need to be taken to isolate and,
if necessary, destroy the probe.

Right away.

Firewall proving ineffective. It is
migrating from the communications system

my library computer. Computer off. Not
responding.

Controls have been overridden. Spreading
like a virus through my systems now,

Captain. Entering specs, diagrams,
proportion manuals. Still works.

Alert computer core. Tell them to shut
down all non -essential systems.

Unlikely a virus, Captain. I am seeing
indication of a high level of

intelligence from them.

Yeah. I am reading hundreds of thousands
of microscopic objects.

Easily outmaneuvering our computer
defense systems and counteracting every

attempt at blocking their progress.

Now accessing Federation capabilities.

Starfleet defense data.

Earth history.

Activate lockdown solution.

Your assistance is needed, Mr. Scott.

Jim, since you weren't in my exam room
for your appointment 30 minutes ago, I

thought a house call was in order. Not
now.

Even your first officer kept his
appointment. We all know how he feels

beads and rattles. We'll talk about this
later, Doctor. If we dampen the

duotronic feet, I'm stubborn at the
source.

What places do you think it is?

Intelligence.

Getting more intelligent by the minute.

Pops!

Here, Jim.

All right, boys! Keep it up, boys! Keep
it up! Let's go!

Let's be a wave of... Let's go!

Faith.

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.

My God, Jim. Where are we? More like
when are we?

Mid -1800s. Union. Confederacy.

Uniforms. American Civil War.

Apparently we're not on the same side.
But how? One minute we're on the bridge

and the next we're... What do you think
we're dealing with?

Parallel planet?

Illusion? Time portal?

There's no telling until we figure out
how to get home.

We must assume it's real.

And if we are in Earth's history...

We know the rift.

We can't do anything to upset the
balance that needs to come.

The further we are from the fighting,
the safer we'll be.

Has the pathogen been identified?

Not yet.

There was a transfer of some sort after
the explosion took place.

I have them in a partial stasis field.
They mustn't be touched until we know

what we're dealing with.

The intruders have absorbed data from
various systems at an accelerated rate.

We are attempting to isolate them before
they can advance further.

Whatever it is, it seems to be moving
through their bodies in the same manner.

I'm using antibodies to prevent more
trauma, tranquilizers to slow their

metabolisms, but... It's on the march.

We can't stop it, only delay it.

How long?

A day, maybe two.

When these things reach the autonomic
systems, lungs, heart... Understood.

Please inform me of any changes, Doctor.

I didn't want to say anything, Jim,
but...

It appears I outrank you.

Too bad we've got to stay hidden.
Otherwise, I could have some fun with

Corporal. Well, you're a southern
gentleman, Doctor. I would expect at

modicum of leniency.

Halt!

Look at what we have here, boys.

Fancy red sergeant.

Yeah.

Thought he could escape by running into
the woods, but I tracked the old reb

down.

You don't have to worry about him.

My prisoner is taking him back to camp.

You always let your prisoners keep their
weapons, Corporal?

Watch him, boys. He may be secesh in
Union blue.

So you're fancy pants.

Red Sergeant, huh?

Bet you know what your buddies are
planning for tomorrow.

Hmm?

Hmm? See?

Answer me.

Hmm? You know how many soldiers they're
bringing in the morning?

Answer me!

How many behind the front?

Huh?

How about artillery?

You know anything about that?

You tongue -tied?

Answer me!

This man's a doctor.

I was taking him back to camp because he
could help our wounded. This man's

going to be one of them wounded.

If you don't learn to start... He's my
prisoner!

You lay one more hand on him, Sergeant.
I'll make sure your superiors know how

you treated a valuable prize.

Who are you?

Kirk.

James.

10th Pennsylvania Reserves.

That's right.

I thought you was a lieutenant colonel.

It's just damn good to have you here
with us.

We'll be a big one tomorrow.

We need all the help we can get.

Get him up, boys, and move out.

Sniper!

I can help this man. This doctor knows
new ways

to heal. What new ways? We don't trust
no damn confederate. You'll trust this

confederate or your sergeant dies.

Someone have a medical kit?

Do what you can for him, doctor.

I'm going to check on that other man.

One of your men.

Go dig a grave for that man.

That's a red sniper.

He's a boy.

Not much older than some of you,
fighting for what he believes in, just

are.

So much for hiding out.

You okay?

I've been better.

Nothing compared to him.

Please tell me you can help him. With
these?

Out here?

I'm a surgeon, not a butcher. Good.

Because he needs a surgeon.

Jim, what if this man is supposed to
die?

Or what if he isn't? And just by us
being here, we've changed all that. He

not have gotten shot in the first place
if it hadn't been for us.

What does the doctor in you say?

Somebody have a knife!

Put pressure on the wound right here.

That's about all I can do.

I need a field hospital. You do have a
field hospital.

Yeah.

That's a messy business.

Nothing to be ashamed about.

I must have ate something that didn't
agree with me.

What's your name, son?

Billy. Billy Palmer, sir.

Keep your eyes peeled, Billy Palmer.

Sir.

Stand by, Mr. Scott.

Aye, sir.

Cut power to computer systems.

Now.

Intruders migrating from computer core
to duotronic backup tapes.

You were right, Commander.

A new source of information was too
tempting for them to ignore.

How much time until the data is fully
assimilated from the duotronic tapes?

Twenty -six seconds.

We're going to eliminate it before it
jumps to the next information source.

We've got to act now.

Mr. Chekov, prepare to jettison the
backup storage assembly.

Aye, sir.

Charge phaser banks.

Aye, sir.

We've got computer control.

Targeting is going to be a little
tricky.

They're speeding up, Mr. Spock. It's now
or never.

Eject microtapes.

Storage assembly relief.

0 .7 kilometers.

0 .9.

1 .1. Fire.

Report, Mr. Scott.

It works, sir. The bombings are gone.
The ship is safe.

Who tended to this man?

Says he's a doctor, sir.

From the job he did, I'm inclined to
believe it.

I tend to be a bit colorblind when it
comes to uniforms these days.

I haven't slept in over 48 hours.

And I could use an extra set of hands,
especially come morning.

What do you say, Doc?

Do I have to work with these still on?

You can take those bracelets off now.

But he's a prisoner, sir. He's a
physician.

Take them off. If you're so concerned,
you can stand guard and watch over them.

This place is going to be a
slaughterhouse tomorrow.

You asked for me, Commander?

It is reasonable to assume that the crew
is concerned about the condition of the

captain and the doctor.

Since I do not share this type of
emotional vulnerability, I would like

counseling services to be available
throughout the duration of this ordeal.

That is a very thoughtful observation,
Mr. Spock. I'll make sure and let the

crew know I'm available to anyone at any
time.

Thank you, Doctor.

Anyone.

Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

At the moment, they're both stable, but
I've noticed something interesting, but

I'm not sure what it means.

Please, explain, Doctor.

Although their motor skills aren't
active, they're neurological activities

unprecedented level for patients in
comas.

Curious. But that's not the most
interesting part.

The activity spikes at the exact same
time in both men, as if they're linked,

consciously, reacting to the same
stimuli they... Exactly.

Thank you, Doctor. Please continue to
report any observations.

Spock out.

Ensign, when the Captain activated the
cutoff switch, the intruder was

Earth history.

Might you be able to... Determine the
point in history at which the cutoff

occurred? That's a pretty tall order,
Commander.

I have complete confidence that you will
be successful, Mr. Chekov.

For every rebel I kill tomorrow, I'm
going to put a notch in my belt.

And how many notches you got so far?

I never understand why we're doing so
much killing and dying just to set some

slaves free.

This war isn't just about freeing some
people.

It's about freedom for everyone. It's
what this country was built on.

It's not supposed to mean I'm free, he's
free, you're free.

Not freedom for all.

We're all slaves.

Doesn't matter whether you're black,
white, green.

Green?

Figuratively, of course.

Meaning anyone.

Even those we might not have met yet.

Thought it made sense to me when I
joined up, but... Don't no more.

After all I've seen.

There are many kinds of oppression.

Like being oppressed by a society that
stifles purpose.

Without purpose, none of you are truly
free men.

You want to talk about purpose?

I got a family back home.

The days are getting shorter and I
should be getting my farm ready for

I got two young 'uns.

My oldest girl's expecting.

She's about to bring a life into this
world.

And here I am, hundreds of miles away,
taking a mouth.

Those young 'uns of yours?

Be better off for your service here.

How so, if their pappy winds up shot
dead?

What we say here will soon be forgotten.

But what you do here will be remembered.

Those men across the battlefield
tomorrow, they were your brothers once.

And when this is settled, they will be
again.

What you do here will ripple throughout
history.

And it will pave the way for all men to
be united.

He's from the stars.

You got some kind of crystal ball.

How could you possibly know that?

I just know.

I heard there was some coffee out here.

This coffee's for Union soldiers.

He deserves some. He saved my sergeant's
life.

Have some coffee, Doctor.

You should probably get some sleep too,
Billy. Tomorrow's a big day.

It's like a living hell in there.

Hacking off limbs.

Sewing up wounds with nothing more than
a swig of whiskey to help fight the

pain.

My worst dreams, I never imagined such
things.

It's my fault you're here.

I just would have come for that
physical. You wouldn't have been on the

Well, Jim, there'd be only one thing
worse than being here with you.

You being here all by yourself.

Can't have that now.

The time Spock talked about how barbaric
the human race was.

You think she's still up there?

She's up there.

Spock has the finest crew in the fleet.

I know they're doing everything they
can.

I should be there with them.

So should I.

God knows what I've done helping men who
might have been supposed to die.

Jim.

Jamar, you're expected to go out there
and fight.

What are you going to do?

I heard you talking to those boys, and I
know you.

But this isn't your fight.

The grip doctor has needed.

They're going to have to kill you.

You know you can't do that.

When I get back, me and my girl are
going to get married. My girl Elizabeth

promised me a feast of turkey,
cornbread, and peach cobbler. I've been

about her every night.

Why wouldn't you want to marry a woman
like that? Kind of her husband might not

like it.

Anyone waiting at home for you, Billy?

Just my mom, sir.

They got me a dog.

Maybe you can marry your dog, Palmerton.

Pay no attention to him.

I'm scared, sir.

It takes a brave man to admit that.

Thank you, sir.

But I don't feel so brave.

Stay close to me.

You'll make it through.

We both will.

John!

Billy!

Billy!

Billy!

Sir,

I think I got it.

According to the computer, the intruders
were consuming data from Earth Year

1862 when the board flared up. On
screen.

The Battle of Antietam Creek,
Sharpsburg, Maryland, September 17,

One of the bloodiest days in American
history.

The dead... Wounded and missing totaled
more than 22 ,000. And Dr. Mabenga

believes the Captain and McCoy are
somehow networked into the same

imagery.

You're guessing that's where they think
they are?

I endeavor not to employ guesses,
Lieutenant, but that would be the most

theory.

Okay, you're good.

My God, Jim!

I need alcohol to clean the wound.

We're running out of every damn thing in
this place.

What? Jim, the wound is deep.

The bone is shattered. The tissue damage
is severe.

Fire on the ship, Michael. We're not.

We're not.

We're here.

What can you do here?

We're going to have to amputate below
the knee.

Hold his shoulders. Hold the leg.

Forgive me, Jim.

Commander.

I was able to isolate one of the
pathogens and remove it.

They're not so much viruses as some sort
of nanites.

Microscopic computers.

They network together.

That's why Dr. McCoy and the captain are
experiencing the exact same images in

their subconscious mind.

Doctor, brain impulses are spiking in
both the captain and Dr. McCoy.

The captain seems to be in some sort of
distress.

Captain's late.

It's time.

I keep thinking that maybe this isn't
real.

You did what you had to do.

I think a bullet might have grazed his
head. Nothing serious.

He's not wounded?

Not physically, no.

Most likely a case of shell shock or a
case of the nerves.

Can't say that I blame him.

Doctor, you're needed.

Jim, I... You did good, Bones.

Go save some more lives.

How they doing, Doctor?

We're out of time.

Mr. Scott, I believe I have a theory.

Dr. Mambenga, is it possible for you to
temporarily shut down the Captain and

Doctor's brain functions?

For a very limited time, yes.

Why?

Perhaps if the nanites believe their
food sources have run out, they will

relocate to a new receptor.

Aye, get rid of rats by laying a trail
of food. Like we did with the Enterprise

computer. Precisely. We starved them.

And then we lead them to a fresh
information store.

It may not be so easy this time, Mr.
Spock.

They've been feeding off of a biological
host.

They may not be interested in an
inorganic source.

The ideal lure would be something
cybernetic.

Both biological and mechanical.

I haven't anything like that, Commander.

A prosthetic limb.

There's a crew member whose arm is
biomechanical.

Of course, only the medical staff
knows... The captain and doctor's lives

stake. His name, please.

Billy.

What happened?

You were wrong, sir.

About what?

About me?

That I could be brave.

When the sergeant got hit, I ran.

Men falling all around me.

I got scared.

Turned and ran smack into a tree.

Everything you said that night, I wanted
to believe that maybe there really was

something more to this fighting.

You made it sound like something that
would have made my ma proud.

Even if I didn't come home.

Without freedom for everyone, we're all
slaves.

Without purpose, none of you are truly
free men.

But when the time came, you couldn't
shoot anyone.

And I couldn't either.

I couldn't because I... I don't belong
here.

Can't tell you why, you wouldn't
understand, but... My freedom was taken

well.

My freedom and now my... It isn't my

fight, Billy, but it is yours.

If you allow any man's freedom to be
taken away, they could come for your...

Then your ma's, your family, your
friends.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I'm not supposed to be here, but you
are.

You have a purpose, Billy.

Something worth fighting for.

Something to stand for.

You'll start bleeding again. Give me
some of that morphine they brought in.

I see you're awake.

You ready to give up that bed for
another man? There's plenty who could

Lieutenant Drake.

I'm sure you're aware of the current
crisis.

I am, sir.

I understand you have a prosthesis.

I do, sir. An accident during my last
assignment.

The invading nanites are attracted to
both biological and artificial data

systems. We require a device that will
lure the invaders from the captain and

the doctor.

Your biomechanical arm. There's a cyber
neural control unit.

And you think you can use it to help the
captain and the doctor?

There is a possibility that... I'll do
it.

Lieutenant, there are significant risks.

I understand.

I'll do it.

Very well.

But know this.

Their lives depend not on just if the
nanites migrate, but how quickly they do

so.

And if this procedure is not successful,
we'll lose all three of you.

Hey. Hey, you.

Where's Billy?

Billy, Palmerton.

I ain't never seen anything like it in
my life.

We were ordered to charge across that
bridge, straight into the rebel army.

We had to take that ground.

It was our only chance for victory.

The captain yelled, Charge!

None of us moved.

We knew what was waiting to cross that
bridge.

Then Billy, that mousy little Billy, he
pushed his

way to the front of the group.

What got into him?

He turned and faced us all and said,
Come on, boys.

If they can take one man's freedom, they
can take all ours.

Are we going to let that happen?

And then everybody started getting all
riled up.

Shout, no!

Billy turned, faced that bridge, raised
his rifle up,

let that charge, blasting right into
that rebel army,

hollering, for freedom!

And everyone yelled, for freedom!

And we did it.

We broke their line.

What happened to Billy?

No one up front survived.

But the fighting stopped.

I think that won it for us.

Hey, the President's here.

Jim, are you out of your mind? You need
to stay in bed.

And miss this?

I guess that's worth getting out of bed
for.

How many men get to see history unfold
with one of its greatest contributors?

True.

You're a lucky man.

I am.

I'll never be the man I was.

You know what I think, Jim?

A man with one leg can stand just as
tall as any other.

If he has a purpose.

Perhaps even taller.

Mr.

Drake's arm should prove a sufficiently
tempting host.

Do you really think this can work,
Commander?

I estimate our odds at 492 .031 against
us succeeding.

I believe the captain would consider
those odds manageable.

Please proceed.

Brain activity's been interrupted.

Anites are migrating.

Come on, you beasties.

We're seconds away from irreparable
damage. Come on. Come on.

Doctor.

Doctor.

That's it.

They've transferred to the limb.

Escort Mr. Drake immediately to the
transporter room.

Administering stimulant.

Restarting brain activity.

Captain.

Doctor.

The intruders have been removed.

You are free.

I don't know how to thank you, Kat.

William Cadmus. Great.

Well, I do.

Starfleet Medical's developed a new and
improved prosthetic limb. One's on its

way by shuttle.

Quicker impulse response, stronger
alloy.

Perhaps another spar in the gymnasium?

I'll get back to you on that one.

Kirk to transporter room. Scotty, you
ready?

Standing by to beam those PCs off the
ship, sir. Energize transporters.

Mr. Tulu.

Ready phasers?

Phasers locked in canister, sir.

Any parting words, Mr. Drake?

Fire.

You know, there's probably more of those
things out there.

You're probably right.

No telling where the probe picked them
up.

God help anyone who encounters them.

You know, Doctor, I think you're right.

Even taller.

Sir?

Something a wise man once said.

A man with one leg can stand even
taller.

Or one arm.

Let's check up.

Plot a course to rendezvous with the
shuttlecraft. We must have keep Chief

waiting.

I've got a...

Sparring match to lose.