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Previously on Star Trek: Strange new worlds...

To any federation vessels in range, need help.

Under attack by the gorn.

The federation's at

a dangerous point in our relationship

with the gorn hegemony.

It looks like a demarcation line.

With parnassus beta and all their forces

on the far side of the line.

Unfortunately, that is where

I believe our people are being held.

I don't plan on leaving them behind.

If somewhere in my head is the answer

to saving the enterprise, then that's a risk I have to take.

Take this. It'll help you hide.

Run!

Montgomery Scott at your service.

How are you not dead?

Well, I figured out how to hide in plain sight.

You built a gorn transponder?

Basically, to a scanner,

the shuttle looked like a gorn ship.

Could you build another device like the one you made?

- What's happening? - Captain batel is in need

- of immediate sedation. - Happened yesterday.

I'm not giving up on her.

I have no intention of doing that.

Captain, the transporter's not currently picking up

anyone on the surface.

Admiral April's ordering our immediate withdrawal.

The colonists and the landing party

appear to have been beamed up

- by the gorn. - Orders, captain?

And now, the conclusion.

Orders, captain?

Shields at 50%.

- Captain. - Captain.

Orders, captain?

Uhura, repeat April's last order.

Retreat and rendez...

Retreat and rendezvous with the fleet, sir.

- He gave coordinates. - But he didn't say immediately?

- All right, who's got ideas? - Diversionary tactics.

We're too boxed in.

Vent the nacelles, create a cloud?

- We need to be able to see. - Jam their comms

so they can't coordinate attacks.

That's it. That's the one.

The gorn use light for ship-to-ship messaging.

I'm modulating the deflector array

to emit a spectrum. Should confuse them for a bit.

All right, now how do we beam our people back to enterprise?

Scans indicate the gorn ships are transport-resistant.

So, even if we get past the shields,

- we need authorization codes. - No time to hack codes.

Retreat and rescue.

It's the best of a bunch of bad options.

So how do we track this specific ship

across light-years of space?

Wolkite. A rare element

that contains subspace Gauge bosons.

If we modified a homing beacon...

The gorn would see a beacon coming from a mile away.

Not if it's a torpedo.

We tag 'em with a dud.

The gorn won't know what we're up to.

Shields at 30%.

For this to succeed, we still need to penetrate

the gorn's defensive systems.

We've been hitting them

with everything we've got, it doesn't do much.

Energy shields work on harmonics.

If we find the right frequency... We can ram the ship.

Indeed.

When our shields make contact with theirs,

they will create a destructive interference pattern

and momentarily interrupt both frequencies.

With our shields down, we'd be sitting ducks.

We'd only have one shot.

That's all we need. Mitchell, bring us around,

head-to-head with the destroyer.

Time to play a game of chicken.

All decks, prepare for impact.

Full impulse on your orders, captain.

Inertial dampeners to maximum.

Everybody hold onto something.

Una... let's hit it.

Fire torpedoes.

- Helm, warp us out of here. - On it.

Hang in there, guys.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.

To explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life and new civilizations

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Captain, we've arrived at the rendezvous point.

The USS Pablo Picasso is hailing to greet us.

It's admiral April, sir.

He's beaming aboard now to debrief.

- More needles? - Yes, just a few more pokes.

I mean, without these, your body will go necrotic

in the stasis field, so...

- Things turn purple. - It's not pretty.-.

I've never been frozen solid before.

It's not an exciting prospect.

Well, as soon as we work out this little gorn infection,

you'll be up and around again.

So this could be like a rip Van winkle thing for me.

I see you more as a sleeping beauty.

Listen, I meant what I said before.

The moment it looks like me or the crew,

you take me out.

Don't think about that.

Stasis will prevent you and the gorn

from any type of cellular growth.

There's another side to the coin.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes. I promise.

I'm, I'm gonna give you a sedative now.

And when you wake up, you will be gorn-free.

Epinephrine and neutralizer, stat!

Her body's rejecting the serum.

Sickbay to bridge.

I have an update, and it's not good.

Bottom line it for me.

Captain batel is allergic to cryoserum.

We can't put her in stasis.

So she's back on a ticking clock?

The gorn will hatch from her body in...

In less than a day.

I'm stuck trying to find a treatment.

Maybe if Joseph was here, I could.

I'm sending help. Christine.

I believe in you. Help her.

I'll do my best, captain.

Captain, I may not be a doctor,

but I will dedicate all of my abilities to captain batel

until her gorn infection is... resolved.

Just stand by?

You have the entire fleet out there ready to go.

It's a show of force.

First we need to establish patrols.

Do they really think the gorn are just gonna stop

and go home after they raided those colonies?

Look, it's a tough situation, but we have to manage it

one piece at a time.

- There are innocent lives at stake, Bob. - And I get that.

But it's happening outside of our jurisdiction.

Come on, Bob.

Apart from your reckless dogfight,

these attacks do not involve the federation.

We have regulations, Chris.

So, because it's non-federation citizens that are dying,

we do nothing?

We have an obligation to our member worlds.

Billions of lives.

To rush into a fight right now puts all of them at risk.

We can't do it.

We're still recovering from the klingon war.

You are absolutely right, and the gorn sense our weakness.

We are prey.

They will push this hegemony line

further and further into federation space.

And you know they will.

And by the time we actually get around

to doing something about it... It'll be way too late.

I heard about the landing party.

Yeah, and a couple hundred colonists, too.

And Marie?

She's in sickbay.

Officially, your orders are to monitor the demarcation line

for any encroachment by the gorn.

Okay. And unofficially?

How do we punch back and show them we aren't prey?

Yeah, I can do that.

This contraption of yours,

what's it supposed to do again?

Emit a polarized em signature that tricks the gorn

into thinking we're one of them.

It's like a cloaking device.

And how, exactly, does it do that?

If I'm being honest, I don't really remember.

I was kind of in the moment.

Well, now I'm going to ask a silly question,

to which I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

Not this again.

It's like being back in lecture hall.

How would you know that? You were never there.

I was there, in the back.

Did you record a work-in-progress log

while you were jury-rigging this up?

What, you mean as the gorn were tearing our ship apart?

First rule in engineering, Scotty: Write it down.

There's a reason we track our work

no matter what the circumstance, and this,

this right now, this is precisely the reason.

Pardon the interruption.

How long before you get that working?

Captain pike, the thing is,

it worked on my wee shuttle,

- but the enterprise is... - How soon do you need it, captain?

We're headed into gorn space, so now would be good.

It'll be up and working before we cross the hegemony line.

I'm counting on it, as are the lives of everyone on board.

We're going after our missing crew,

with or without that device.

Understand?

Well, that's no pressure.

- Mom? - La'an, be brave.

Not believing you're gonna die is what gets you killed.

It's the gorn.

Wake up.

Wake up!

You can do this.

Always start with the doctor.

Okay.

Holy crap, my hand!

- Half my hand is frickin' gone. - Look at me.

Erica, look at me. Look at me. Relax.

It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay.

We can fix this when we get back to the ship.

Please. Okay.

- Try to stay calm. - Okay.

How?

How do we get back to the ship?

What about them?

If we free them one at a time,

we'll only get a handful out.

If that. Look how long it took

for the four of us to get loose.

This is a massive digestive chamber.

And it's working its way through...

Looks like a-a processing plant for fuel.

Or just food for the gorn.

I don't like the idea of being anyone's lunch.

And even if we can wake them up, one or a hundred,

we still don't have a way out of... Wherever this is.

One step at a time.

Sitting here doing nothing is a death sentence.

And for all we know, the gorn were alerted

the moment that we woke up.

So the killer lizards could already be on their way.

- They're coming. - Don't be afraid.

La'an.

No matter what.

La'an.

What's on your mind, lieutenant?

You're right.

It's not just about us.

All of these people will be dead soon.

Hey. This looks like an evacuation pile.

Maybe whatever the ship can't process, it expels.

Weapons from a crap pile.

Strangely, it's a step in the right direction.

I don't want to save a handful of colonists,

I want to save them all.

Everyone that's still alive gets home.

Even if we have to shoot our way out.

Ack, bawheid.

- That's not it. - The gorn!

The gorn! They're here!

Shite.

We're doomed. Scotty.

- No, no, no, no... - We're all gonna die!

It's working. Tell the bridge to patch it to the shields.

What? Is it too late?

Bridge to science lab. What's the status down there?

- We're about to enter gorn space. - - You minx.

It's up and running, captain.

We can patch it into the shields now.

- Excellent. Pike out. - That wasn't funny.

- It was fun. - You nearly gave me a heart attack.

I did it 'cause I know you.

No, you don't.

Yes, with too much time on your hands, you fall apart,

but put a phaser to your head and voilà.

Why do you care what I do?

You put up walls, Scotty.

You're too afraid to take a risk.

I fixed what you wanted me to.

And you're insubordinate to boot.

Well, technically you're not my C.O.

She went down on the star diver.

May I be excused, sir?

Scotty.

Approaching the hegemony demarcation line now, sir.

Drop us out of warp.

- Start Mr. Scott's transponder. - Transponder?

Pelia says it's more like a modified em pulse emitter.

Okay, then that makes sense.

The gorn must not use optical data.

They've evolved, so they must rely on biometrics,

heat and em signatures.

Well, time to see if it actually works.

It should. I mean,

unless maybe one of them decides to look out a window.

Captain, gorn hunters approaching.

Keep us steady and on course.

So far, I don't see any windows.

It worked.

Uhura, do we still have a signal from the wolkite beacon?

Aye, sir.

It's faint and getting weaker but still there.

Any intel on where they're headed?

An uncharted binary star system.

The stellar activity there

is like nothing we've ever seen before.

Helm, plot a course.

Captain, the radiation in that system is off the charts.

At a certain point, we can only use impulse engines,

and our shields won't be able to protect us.

Understood. We'll make it quick. Mitchell, warp factor seven.

Aye aye, sir.

Intriguing.

The incubation has severely altered her biochemistry.

Her body is now as dependent

on the gorn hatchlings as they are on her.

The perfect host, inseparable.

Have you tried microscopic debulking?

Results completed.

It's the last simulation I ran.

Probability of fatality is 100%.

That's the chorus of the day. It's every simulation I've run.

Computer, run scenarios for microscopic debulking

factoring for an infusion of zadora extract.

- Processing. - An Orion street drug?

Actually, that's kind of brilliant.

You are the one who taught me to look outside of the box.

It's "think," but close enough.

Christine.

- I know you want to talk. - I will be brief.

I simply want to apologize

for the way things ended before you left.

I reacted poorly.

Apology accepted.

We're good.

The thought of losing you, it affected me deeply.

I understand.

This has gotten complicated,

and I am not good at complicated.

And I am still going away for three months

to study with Roger korby.

When I get back, let's just see where we are then.

So you are saying that perhaps

some time apart might be good for us?

Spock.

Yeah.

But not like... Not like "us" us.

Like... Us as people.

Please don't do something you think is romantic,

like wait for me or something.

Zadora extract scenario completed.

Probability of fatality is 100%.

No matter how we approach this, batel's human DNA is...

Inadequate.

Her body goes into shock, blood pressure drops.

And she dies.

Human physiology.

What if we gave her some help there?

You have an idea.

- Illyrian. - Illyrian DNA.

Una's blood,

it's designed to combat infections in real time.

A plasma injection could provide a boost

- to batel's immunity. - And we could attempt

the surgery without her going into shock.

It is against regulation, but it could save her life.

Computer, run scenario for surgery

factoring for a plasma transfusion

from an Illyrian blood donor.

Processing.

How did you put it once?

Some rules are intended to be broken?

Almost exactly it.

There's the hangar.

Okay.

Everyone's clear on the plan?

Access the ship's mainframe,

upload the gorn transporter codes...

Get them to the enterprise.

To do that, we have to steal a ship and fly it out of here.

That one doesn't look guarded.

Totally got this, not impossible at all.

And it's true you can fly anything, right?

Don't be rude. Of course I can.

Okay.

Let's get to that ship.

This is a good plan.

It's gonna work.

It's good. It's-it's... It's a good plan, right?

It's a good plan.

Yeah. Yeah. Now all we have to do is

not get caught by the gorn.

- Sam. - Why would you say that?

What? Come on, you can't blame me.

Phasers to kill.

Time to go.

Uhura and I have been poring over

all available data on the gorn.

Confirmed attacks, unverified sightings.

If it might be a gorn, we've checked it out.

And there's a lot more out there than we thought.

You have to squint a little.

But every gorn sighting correlates

to a pattern of specific stellar events.

Coronal mass ejections. I know this already, cmes.

Stellar flares can set off a frenzy.

Yes, the attacks follow a pattern,

but so does gorn inactivity.

Uhura is the one who found it.

There are long periods of time

where no gorn activity is reported.

Not so much as a rumor.

And in those instances,

there's unique stellar activity that seems to trigger...

- Hibernation. - Yes.

We believe that the gorn have a long hibernation cycle.

Under the right conditions, they become docile.

We can use that.

The science team chipped in on the math

and was able to isolate the presence of x-class flares

and supra-arcade down flows that precede their absence.

Good work, both of you.

There's something else.

The data also suggests that we could be

at the beginning of a long cycle of gorn aggression.

These attacks could signal what could soon be

a full-scale gorn invasion.

Dropping out of warp in two minutes, sir.

Thank you, Mitchell. On our way.

Spock and chapel know what they're doing.

I trust them with a couple liters of my blood.

Thank you for that.

They say it may be her only hope.

For Marie, they can take all they want.

This mission's already off-the-record,

so nothing to report.

Chris, take some of your own advice.

Focus on hope.

Illyrian blood donor scenario completed.

86%.

That's the first one that's given her any chance at all.

Albeit not a very high one.

I mean, we can't do the surgery with these odds.

We're on to something. Let's keep at it.

Indeed.

We're near the radiation zone.

From here on, it's impulse engines only.

Mitchell, you've been running nonstop.

Call for relief.

With respect, I'm not leaving the station

until we get everyone back.

Copy.

Thank you.

I have the wolkite signature.

We're coming up on the enemy destroyer.

- How soon can we overtake them? - Chris, we may be too late.

They've already entered the radiation zone.

If we go any deeper into this star system,

we put the entire crew at risk.

Helm, full stop.

Put the long-range visual up on the main screen.

Is it me, or does it look like

that ship is going to fly right into that star?

I see it, I don't believe it.

Telemetry confirms, captain.

- We have to do something. - Look.

Did they just lose power?

No.

I think it was intentional.

But why?

All auxiliary power to the shields.

Give me as much time as possible inside that radiation zone.

We're going after 'em.

We've got another cme flare coming.

- She's coding. - The gorn hatchlings are activating.

Something has accelerated their growth.

A 14% chance of survival is better than certain death.

Let's prep her for surgery.

I'm still getting a ping on the wolkite signal.

We need to get to our people while we still can.

The magnetic fields here make navigation impossible.

That explains why the gorn go into a free fall.

They let the intense gravity Wells do most of the work.

No response from star fleet.

It's all the radiation.

And no visuals on the ship

or what's beyond the binary stars.

The light bends in a way that creates a natural hologram.

They're essentially invisible once they pass through it.

Makes for a great defense system.

Maybe it's a landing sequence.

Could this be the gorn homeworld?

If it is, that's how they go back to it.

- Captain, - something's moving out there. - On screen.

Number one.

I've plotted their trajectory.

Those ships are headed straight for federation territory.

- Warn star fleet. - It's a deep space relay.

I won't be able to confirm if they receive it.

We need to go.

Get clear of this system's interference.

Captain, if we lose our lock on the wolkite signal,

I'm not sure we can reestablish contact.

We'll lose the landing party and the colonists.

We can drop a long-range communication buoy.

Tie a signal to it.

That way we can come back for them.

It's the best I've got.

Do it.

We have to stop this invasion.

Communication buoy is deployed.

Mitchell, stay on that enemy fleet.

- Bringing her about. - As soon as we can,

you warp out of here.

Full throttle until we can alert star fleet.

We're the only hope the federation's got right now.

Computer, engage quarantine mode.

Quarantine mode engaged.

If this goes sideways, it's, it's valeo beta all over again.

The probability of a full-scale gorn outbreak

I really don't want to know.

Nurse chapel, USS enterprise

injecting patient batel

with experimental plasma solution.

- Anything, ensign? - Still jammed, sir.

The gorn are transmitting an interference signal.

How long before we clear these binary stars and go to warp?

Not soon enough.

Those gorn ships are moving a lot faster than we are.

By the time we get a signal out, the gorn will be right on top

of the outer federation worlds.

They're sitting ducks.

Mitchell, are we in shooting distance of the gorn?

Chris, enterprise against an entire armada?

We wouldn't stand a chance.

Pike to science lab.

Pelia, I need you on the bridge.

Aye, captain, right away.

What are you up to?

You and Uhura, you said stellar flares can dictate

a gorn's hunting and resting cycles.

Right.

We even know precisely what kind of radiation signature

would tell the gorn to go to sleep.

Sir, that's just a theory.

So.

We just need to create a stellar flare.

Forgive me for interrupting,

but you cannot make a star do much of anything.

Certainly not precisely, captain.

Which is why we need to become a cme,

x-flare ourselves.

Captain, look. Sorry, do you mind?

Sure, using the ship

would allow us to modulate the exact radiation

and em signals we'd emit.

But you're basically talking about

turning the ship into an artificial star.

That's-that's nearly impossible.

But not impossible.

To do that, we'd have to go deeper

into this deadly radiation zone,

fly right between those binary stars out there, and create

some kind of competing magnetic field

to draw particles away from both of them.

Modify the deflector shields, comms array, and, well...

Every-everything else, really.

Magnetize the hull to attract stellar material.

It's one in a thousand we'd get it done right

or don't blow ourselves up along the way, and, look.

Yeah, I don't know. I like those odds.

We'll just

turn it off before we blow up.

Get it done.

Patient is responding favorably to the transfusion.

Ready to make the first incision.

Wait.

You know the most likely outcome is the death of captain batel?

We just have to have a little faith.

Perhaps we are looking at this from the wrong perspective.

Instead of operating on batel,

what if we treated the gorn inside of her?

We know they emerge to feed. What if we feed them?

Satiate them to keep them from coming out.

And when they are no longer in defensive mode,

- dissolve them. - And use una's Illyrian plasma

to fight the multitude of infections that will result

- from their reabsorption. - Yes.

But we don't have enough time to run another simulation.

As you suggested, perhaps we just need a little faith.

Did we lose them?

Maybe, but if so, then not for long.

This is an interface.

They had them on the gorn... The gorn breeding planet.

My brother manu, he...

Don't be afraid.

Keep moving, no matter what.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

You're here now, not back there.

Yeah, but here's not great either, is it?

No, I suppose not.

- I remember. - Let me try something.

This is amazing.

I'd love to take this apart, figure out how it works.

Yeah, good idea. Let's make a whole day of it.

Get snacks, hang out.

Those look like buffer signatures.

They are. And the transport codes.

If we can get this to the enterprise,

then we can save the colonists.

All of them.

Guys...

Get to the ship!

We are in position, approaching the binary stars.

The moment we shut down the em emitter,

every single gorn ship is going to come at us.

Like moths to a flame.

Which is exactly what we want.

Everybody ready?

Make us shine like the sun.

The pilot seat.

Put me in the pilot seat.

Put me in the pilot seat!

Forget about it!

I can fly it. It has to be me.

She's right. We need to go.

We're covered in beta particles and gamma rays.

This ship is hitting critical levels of radiation!

- What are the gorn doing? - They have broken ranks,

currently on intercept course with enterprise.

All right, so far, so good.

Now let's see if they shoot at us.

Captain, I have a signal bouncing off

the communications beacon.

It's la'an, sir.

- Enterprise, are you there? - La'an, where are you?

On our way. If you can read me,

I'm sending you transport codes.

Beam the parnassians out.

We're trying to beam you out,

but we're having trouble getting a lock.

Do you copy?

They're gaining on us!

Enterprise, do you read me?

Beam the parnassians out.

Captain, hull integrity is approaching critical failure!

Turn it off. Turn it off!

Did it work?

Aye, sir, the last of the gorn have gone home.

What about the parnassians? Did we get them out in time?

Yes, captain.

The transport codes from la'an worked.

Several hundred colonists accounted for

and headed for the overflow infirmary.

Captain, we need immediate as

beam us out and have a medical team standing by.

Pike to engineering?

Aye, captain, we're using the transport codes

to hack into the gorn hunter, should be just a moment.

Chris. Chris, we did it.

We triggered a long hibernation in the gorn.

Yeah...

But I can't help wondering if we didn't just create

a problem for someone else to solve later.

Captain. I'm getting a secure channel from admiral April.

Put him through.

Chris. We just got your priority message.

How much time do we have before the gorn ships get here?

Ignore last transmission.

We won't be seeing the gorn, at least not for a while.

How certain are you?

Let's just say I found a way to punch back.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

I did good.

Didn't I?

Stop. You're going to make it.

They'll have to try harder than that.

I'm Erica ortegas.

I fly the ship.

Hold on. I got you.

We did all we could.

It's in captain batel's hands now.

Indeed.

Thank you.

I couldn't have done that without you.

You're welcome.

How is she?

She's in the lab, still in recovery.

Landing party accounted for

and getting treatment in the overflow infirmary.

Erica is critical... But stable.

Thanks for the update.

Once we clear the radiation bands,

chart a course for earth. Warp us home.

Of course. Number one out.

Okay.

Okay, dad.

You win.

Our father, who art in heaven... Chris?

You're awake.

Yeah. Which I assume means

that tiny gorn didn't pop out of my body

and kill everybody.

No.

No, no, no. We're still here.

Spock and chapel came up with a treatment

I'll have them walk you through it later, but

you're still not out of the woods yet.

How?

Una helped.

Chris, you shouldn't have done that.

Marie, I've already lost too much, all right?

So we can sit here and we can argue about

what might or might not happen in the future,

or you can just set all that aside and let me hold you.

I really don't want to lose you.

I'm still here.

I'm still here.

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