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Previously on Star Trek:
Strange New Worlds...

Spock, meet James Kirk,

first officer of the Farragut.

When I took my commission,

I spent a week shadowing Pike.

It made all the difference.

You want to know the worst thing

about living almost forever?

The loss of those you love.

It wasn't your fault, Chris.

I led the mission.

We're responsible
for other people's lives.

The lives of my crew
mean everything to me.

Our job puts us up against death

more than is fair.

Now, you can let death win

or you can fight back.

First officer's personal log.
Stardate...

What is the stardate?

They're all blending together.

Farragut is conducting
a planetary survey

of Helicon Gamma,
an uninhabited M-class world

outside Federation space, and...

...I am so deeply bored.

I find myself constantly
questioning

Captain V'Rel's orders.

It's like she's allergic
to risk.

We're out here to get
our hands dirty,

to be explorers,

not to triple-check
every sensor reading.

I get it.

She wants to do everything
by the book.

Any changes since last night?

I just think the book
would be more interesting

if I got to write it.

Helm,

bring us into
a low geosynchronous orbit

over the northern continent.

Captain V'Rel, if I may,

we could get much more
detailed readings

from an even lower orbit.

- How low do you suggest?
- Lowest orbit there is.

Our boots on the ground.

Given the geological
instability,

it seems an unwarranted risk.

Risk is why we're here,
isn't it?

Starfleet could have sent
a probe,

but instead they sent us

because some things
you need to see for yourself

- to truly understand.
- Captain,

an unknown force just impacted

- Helicon Gamma's surface.
- Report.

There's a seismic disturbance
in the planet's crust.

Red alert.

Helm, take evasive action.

All hands, brace for...

Medical team to the bridge.

This is the USS Farragut.

We need immediate assistance.
We've taken heavy...

Sir, something's interfering
with the comms signal.

I'm trying to identify
the source.

It's coming from that.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

...to seek out new life

and new civilizations...

...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

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Readings?

Life signs on board,

but barely enough
to crew the ship.

Multiple systems nonfunctioning.

- What in Baird's name
happened here?
- Whose name?

The Scottish inventor.

Everyone knows John Logie Baird.

- Rescue?
- That is our purpose.

The question is:
rescue from what?

I only saw a glimpse.
It was huge.

He's got internal bleeding.

I need to get him to sickbay.

I'd better go to Engineering

and check there's still
a warp core.

Report back with your findings.

We will offer our assistance

to Captain V'Rel on the bridge.

Wait.

It's not just ship to ship.

All comms are down.

We'll have no way
to get in touch with each other.

Go. But find your way
to the bridge

as soon as you can.

Don't you shut down on me.

Reinforcements have arrived.

Where's your CMO, Ensign?

Just you, then.

I'm seeing a lot of
blunt-force injuries in here.

- What happened?
- You should ask
the captain.

Bed four.

Captain V'Rel, I'm Nurse Chapel.

You have a cerebral contusion.
There's no cranial swelling.

I need to get back
to the bridge.

Mm-hmm, right after we make sure

that your brain isn't
herniating.

Stay.

Our away team is heading
to the bridge.

They can help.

Try bypassing primary sensors.

See if anything's functioning
in the lateral array.

Alvarez, get us out
of this debris.

Sir, it's too dangerous
without the sensors.

- Captain...
- Captain V'Rel left me the conn,

and it's up to me
to return it intact.

Mr. Spock.

Ensign Uhura. La'An.

- Welcome aboard.
- James.

Quite a mess you've
gotten yourself into.

Seems to be my specialty.

It's a miracle you got
our distress call.

- Signal was jammed.
- The interference has

wreaked havoc with us, too.

But I might be able
to set up line of sight.

- Permission to borrow
your telemetry?
- More than granted.

Alvarez, aim us
at the Enterprise.

Stand by for the captain.

Captain Pike.

I'll dispense
with the pleasantries

since we're still
in a critical situation.

Is the threat still in the area?

Unknown.

Tell me what you do know.

We were in the middle
of a geological survey

of Helicon Gamma when--

well, there's no scientific way
to put it--

all hell broke loose.

- Planetary instability?
- No.

A focused gravitational beam
aimed at the planet.

Aimed by what?

A ship capable of generating

a tractor beam that powerful
would have to be...

Several orders of magnitude
bigger

than any starship on record.

I know. It sounds crazy,
but it's true.

We barely saw it.
It wasn't interested in us.

We were just collateral damage.

Destroyer of Worlds.

And it just disappeared?

When the debris hit,
we lost sensors,

comms, all critical systems.

Captain V'Rel was injured
but lucid enough

to give the evacuation order.

Escape pods have been deployed.

I'm keeping a skeleton crew
aboard

so Farragut doesn't become
a salvage job.

Well, you've performed
commendably,

but let's get you all to safety.

Number One,
I want all Farragut crew

- beamed aboard immediately.
- Aye, Captain.

Full evacuation. We'll start
with the escape pods.

- Proceed.
- Captain Pike...

I know, I wouldn't want
to give up my ship either,

but the safety of the crew
has to come first.

It's the right call.

We have some critically injured
patients in sickbay

- and no doctor.
- Ensign Uhura,

confirm with Chapel
which patients require

immediate evac
and get them to Enterprise.

- On it, Captain.
- Before you evacuate,

transfer all tactical info
on this mystery ship.

I want to be ready
if they take another swing.

I have restored some function
to sensors.

Sending what little data
we have back

with Lieutenant Noonien-Singh.

Beaming back now, Captain.

I'll hand this to you
personally.

Energize.

Now put all your systems...

Uhura, get him back.

What happened?

- I don't think I can.
- Why not?

Alvarez, I need you on tactical.

- Prepare all weapons.
- Aye, Commander.

We have visual on Enterprise.
They are engaging.

Whatever we've got,
fire at that thing.

That is illogical.

Enterprise's weapons were
clearly ineffective.

Our targeting systems are down.

Firing would serve
little purpose

- and risk damaging Enterprise.
- Well, we have to do something.

We can't just sit here.

At present,

I am afraid that is
all we can do.

Diagnostic. I want a complete
ship diagnostic right now.

Uh, well, here's some good news.

- We're not being jammed anymore.
- Great.

Bridge to sickbay.
I need to speak

to Captain V'Rel ASAP.

Nurse Chapel reporting.

She required an emergency
craniectomy,

which I'm not qualified
to perform,

so I beamed her
to the Enterprise

two minutes ago.

Commander, you are now captain
of the Farragut.

We await your orders, sir.

Anything you recognize?

Klingon maybe. Hard to say.

There's not much left
to recognize.

Some of them seem ancient.

Damage report.

Main power's off-line,
all network systems are down.

Engines, weapons,
internal comms.

Hand communicators still
are not working.

Too much interference.

- Life support?
- Working but minimal.

Send a runner.

Tell the crew to gather
in central spaces.

Areas near the outer hull
are gonna get pretty damn cold.

Captain, the last runner we sent
to Engineering hasn't come back.

Then we have to assume
that we've been boarded.

Did the Farragut's sensor logs
tell us anything

about the species
that built this thing?

Their hull is nearly
impenetrable to our sensors,

but it's clear they're
incredibly advanced.

Sir, have you heard
of Asaasllich,

Destroyer of Worlds?

It-it also translates
as Astrovore.

Astrovore? No.

Well, every child growing up

on a remote colony world has.

Different names, same story.

Scavenger ship,
hundreds of years old,

prowling just beyond
the edges of known space.

Consuming resources from planets

and any ship unlucky enough
to cross its path.

I heard a version when I was
posted near the border.

Klingons called it Chach-Ka.
"The Annihilator."

Admiral Sawyer
told a story like that

in his Stellar Cartography
class.

The monster past
the edge of the map.

Whether or not this is that
ship, we know it's a scavenger.

We have to assume
that their intention

is to tear the Enterprise
apart as well.

Number One, I need you
and Ortegas to find a way

to get engine control
back online

so that when we get
to Engineering

and we stop the power drain,

we're ready
to make a run for it.

Acting captain's log.

Feels strange to say that.

Under better circumstances,
it would be thrilling.

I've asked the Enterprise
officers to fill in

for our missing bridge crew.

But they barely know me,

and now I have to ask them
to trust me.

If I were in their shoes...

Pause recording. Come in.

Captain Kirk,
we compiled all of the data

from our encounter
with the alien vessel.

What do we know?

Our sensors cannot
fully penetrate its hull,

so we can ascertain
little of its composition,

capabilities or crew complement.

What about weaknesses?

Fundamental math? Its size.

It would be hard to generate
a stable warp field

at that scale, wouldn't it?

Well, odds are,
it's slow, but...

- But then we can catch it.
- Regulations...

Regulations would
have us tuck tail

and run back
to Federation space.

By the time we reach
a subspace relay

and get reinforcements,

Enterprise will have
been ripped to scraps.

We all have people on...

My brother is on that ship.

As the ranking officer,
we will follow your orders.

I merely wished to provide you
with all relevant information.

Those are the signatures

from the picked-apart alien
ships we saw in Nessie's gob.

Enhance that bit, would you?

One of the vessels is
a D7-class Klingon cruiser.

Could any of them have survived?

Highly unlikely.

The hull plating
would be disassembled,

venting all breathable air.

Even the Klingons couldn't fight
their way out.

These scavengers, they take
what they please from ships--

damn the crew-- and pervert
the tech into their own.

We've no idea
what they're capable of.

Chapel's right.

If speed is our weapon,
then we have to press it.

What speed?

Uh, with all due respect,
Commander--

I mean, Acting Captain?

Is it just Captain? Uh...

Sir, they easily could've
destroyed the Farragut

or made off with us tucked
in their bloody huge pouch,

but they didn't.

And you have a theory as to why?

Because your ship's so banged up
it wasn't worth stealing?

Well, then I need you to perform
some miracles, Mr. Scott.

We need engines and weapons,
in that order.

- Aye.
- Patch up the wounded.

Get them back to work
as soon as you can.

We need to figure out where

that scavenger ship is headed

so we can find a way
to get there first.

That's it. Let's get going.

Really missing the turbolift.

Only eight decks and
two access ladders left to go.

Oh! Oh, no, don't shoot.

You don't live to be 5,000
by getting yourself shot a lot.

We're on our way to Engineering.

Bad place to be right now
unless you're fond

of choking to death
on your own gurgling blood.

Wh... From what?

The umbilical!

Come with me. Come.

It's flooded with toxic gas.

It's tunneled
straight through our hull.

It's tapped into
our power systems,

our computer network,
our fuel storage.

We've barely
any auxiliary power left.

If we don't disconnect it,

we will not have enough
to escape.

If the air is toxic,
we'll need breathers

to get close to the umbilical.

Grab them. Ensign Miller
will escort your team.

The second we disconnect
from that thing,

we need to be ready to fly.

Yes, Captain.

Yeah, you heard right.

You better start doing your job,
you daft piece of...

Mr. Scott?

Everything okay in there?

Soon will be,
once I've torn a few things out

and put them back proper.

An-And how long will that take?

To do it right? Two days.

Hmm.

Why don't you start
with doing it the way

where we won't
immediately explode,

and we'll take it from there?

Spock and Uhura made
a breakthrough.

Oh, aye? Oh.

The mineral that the scavenger
ship was collecting

at Helicon Gamma--
it was aldentium.

Oh, I've heard of it.

A few species use it in their...
propulsion systems.

There's another world nearby
with significant deposits--

Sullivan's Planet--
directly in their path.

Inhabited?

Over a hundred million people.

Pre-warp, so the
non-interference directive

means we can't warn them.

Not that there's anything
we could do anyway.

Listen, we need
to get there first.

Set a trap for the scavengers.

You're not asking me
to warp us past them,

with the head start they've got?

Look, I can give us warp power,

but if you think
this tub will hold together

at high speed after
the beating she just took,

your bum's out the window.

The plasma manifolds...

I understand.

No, I'm not sure you do.

You were handed
a raw deal, all right?

No one can fault you for that.

But if we push this ship
too hard and it fails,

that's our fault, not theirs.

It's a risk.

But I am betting on us.

Prepare for maximum warp.

Huh.

What's the problem?

I just bypassed
every safety feature

to make a direct connection
to the helm controls.

I should've shocked the bejesus
out of myself.

Disappointed you didn't
set your hair on fire?

If there's not enough power
to do that,

there's nowhere near enough
to steer the ship.

That's a good sound, right?

The ship is happy screaming?

It's a reminder to work faster.

Can we fire
the thrusters manually?

I mean, we can if we want
to very quickly die.

The maneuvering thrusters
use a chemical reaction.

They can be triggered by hand.

But with no comms, we'd have
no way to coordinate them.

With no sensors,
we'd be flying literally blind.

Who needs sensors? We have eyes.

Add to that no shields
or navigational deflector.

If we make a mistake,
which we definitely would,

we end up a scorch mark
on the wall.

Communication issue?

I got here just in time, then.

This may be the first time
I'm glad

to have lived through the 1980s.

Captain.

It is hooked directly
into our power grid,

our computer systems,
and our fuel pods.

We could try to sever it
with our phasers.

That much energy
would take out half the ship.

Cover!

I don't think they can see us
through the smoke.

Let's get her out of here.

Uhura, status.

Approaching warp seven, sir.

Well, Farragut may be held
together by duct tape

at this point,
but as long as it holds...

Sensors indicate we have
overtaken the scavenger vessel.

Excellent work, everyone.

How long until we reach
Sullivan's Planet?

Two hours, if we can
maintain this speed.

I will be accepting drinks
in the galley

from everyone who said
that this was impossible.

After we have saved
your ship, of course.

Of course.

Report.

Well, we've dropped out of warp,

and I've lost all engine power.

Captain, our stratagem
has put us

directly in the path
of the scavenger vessel.

I am aware, Spock.

It's the plasma manifolds--
they've blown out.

Well, then take whoever you need

and get down there and fix them.

They are gone! Beyond repair!

We'll need to put
into spacedock now

and replace them.

We just...
we pushed her too hard.

We're dead in the water.

I told you,
I rechecked the numbers

and re-rechecked them,
and all three times confirmed

the warp engines
are now giant paperweights.

We still have
some impulse power.

Not nearly enough.

I'm afraid
all we can do is play dead

and hope the scavenger
ignores us.

There's a chance it'll just go
on its merry planet-eating way.

Our other option is to abandon
ship and escape by shuttle.

We could take one to
the nearest subspace relay

and hail Starfleet.

By the time we get there,

everyone on Sullivan's Planet
will be dead.

So we're agreed,
both options are terrible,

but we have to pick one.
In one hour it'll be here.

That's how long we've got to
decide which is least terrible.

That is not
our decision to make.

I pick neither option.

Okay. That is a bold and--
if you don't mind me saying--

highly unorthodox choice.

Okay.

Sir, he's just concerned.

They have our crew,

and the planet they're
headed for is inhabited.

We won't be able
to warn them without...

Thank you, Ensign Uhura.

I'm up to speed
on the particulars.

No need for further discussion.

Then how will we provide you
with options?

I don't need options.

I don't need chattering voices.

What I need is to clear my head.

And I can't do it
with all this...

Well, that could have gone
better.

No. How?

This is his first time
in the chair, right?

He's had the conn before
but never like this.

He's showing classic signs
of strain under duress.

The pressure
he must be feeling...

Aye, great. First he's reckless,

now he's liable
to snap like a twig.

Let's say he does.
What then, huh?

We would take steps to...
remove him from command.

And... what would
those steps be, exactly?

As ranking
medical officer on board,

it's within my power
to evaluate him

and, if he is mentally unfit,
remove him from duty.

Okay, before we even think
about going down this road,

we should consider

that he's still working
on his command style.

Aye. Right now
his style is lacking.

That's my point.

Maybe we can help him find it.

I've seen him
in a crisis before,

when he didn't have
the pressures of being captain.

He saw something in me
that I hadn't seen in myself.

It saved my life.

I think he just
needs to be reminded

that same thing is in him.

Well, one of us
should talk to him.

He is clearly agitated.

Perhaps someone with
a less emotional style

might be more effective.

Maurer... come on.

Maurer, stay with us.

She can't wait.
We have to treat her now.

What, with those two things
roaming around?

We have no choice.

They're not taking any damage.

In here, the Port Galley.

No fumes. We're safe.

She's bleeding out.

- I need a medkit.
- Wait, wait, wait, I think...

If we had comms
and a functioning transporter,

we could have saved her.

You don't know.
Those ion particles

are like bullets.
They rip through flesh and bone,

primitive but effective.

And yet their suits
are highly advanced.

I have never seen a device
absorb phaser fire like that.

- It doesn't make sense.
- Maybe they're from some

dark corner of the cosmos
that'll never make sense.

We have to find a way to get
through their defenses somehow.

No one has ever seen them,
but I know

they were considered monsters,
even by the Gorn.

Set phasers to kill.

I had this imported from
an Ithenite distillery.

I'll get you another one.

As an old friend of mine
once said,

"Let there be light."

Come, come, come.

Her quarters are...

exactly what I expected.

Here. No, no. Okay.

There you are.

Not you.

You were once bouncy

and cheerful,
but when the novelty wore off,

you got a little creepy.

How is any of this junk

going to help us
fly out of here?

Oh, my goodness,

I piloted many a starship
with this.

Granted, they were 8-bit,

but it was a good time
on a Friday night.

Ah, found it.

Take.

Is this a, uh,

personal massager?

Oh, this was once
a state-of-the-art communicator.

You had to plug it
into the wall,

but if people annoyed you,
you'd put them on hold.

I think there are more.

So the signals are grounded,

transmitted cable to cable.

Take that.

Which will insulate them
from being jammed.

We're going to have the crew

strip the ship
for copper cables,

and we're going to wire
the Enterprise.

Go on.

Captain V'Rel and I
had an ongoing game.

For the first time,
I think I was

on my way to beating her,

but we never had
the chance to finish.

I think this is how
we left the board.

If I may interrupt.

Oh, you already have.

Don't stop now.

You rightly dismissed
two flawed courses of action,

but time is short
and we require a new plan.

It was V'Rel's move,
and I had her in a corner.

If I could just figure out
what she would have done next.

You are acting captain.
Your crew is waiting.

To keep them waiting longer
would be...

- ...not good.
- Here's the thing.

I'm frozen.

I find this surprising.

Your brother speaks often

of your aspirations for command

and of your affinity
for leadership.

Actually, he said

you are not afraid to
throw your weight around,

no matter who's in front of you.

Yeah, that sounds like Sam.

And in a way he's right.

From the moment
I joined the Academy,

I was determined
to sit in that chair

faster than anyone before me

because I thought I knew better.

I thought I was better.

Whenever orders don't
make sense to me,

which happens
more often than I'd like,

I always think that
I should be the one giving them.

Earlier, I told Captain V'Rel
to send a landing party

to Helicon Gamma.

I pushed her hard on it.

Thank God she ignored me,

otherwise we'd all be
standing on the surface

when it exploded.

Good leaders know when to listen

and when not to.

Well, I failed
at that test, too.

Mr. Scott warned me

not to push the engines,
but I ordered him to anyway.

I've been flying by the seat
of my pants this whole time,

making call after call

with no clue
where they'd lead us,

hoping I'd luck
into the right one,

and all I did was put us
belly up in the path of

the ultimate destroyer.

And now you are having
a crisis of confidence,

but you still have to lead.

Believe me, I'd love to,

but there's nothing coming
to me.

My mom was fond
of an expression.

"The dog who caught the car."

Now that I've finally
latched onto one...

...I have no idea
what to do with it.

On Vulcan, we have
a similar expression.

"The sehlat who ate its tail."

Though I would
point out you have

a significant leg up
over a quadrupedal beast.

Your human intuition.

It has guided us this far.
We are all still here.

I recommend
you keep following it.

Okay.

If you insist.

Scotty, how long until that
scavenger ship gets here?

Less than 20 minutes,
but that's just an estimate.

Well, it's good enough for me.

Glad to see you back, sir.

Me, too.

Look, I know we got off
to a rough start here,

and there's nothing I can say
that can make up for that.

Rousing speeches
aren't exactly my forte.

I think you're doing
just fine, sir.

But let me be crystal clear
to each of you.

Even if my actions
indicated otherwise,

I have no intention of giving up
on rescuing the Enterprise,

not with the lives of both
of our crews on the line.

Thank you, sir.
I needed to hear that.

And I need to hear from you.

What do we know?

Besides the fact
that we're dead in space,

what do we know
about these scavengers?

Their ship has to have
some kind of weakness.

Uhura, what have you seen?

Ships, a lot of them,

from across the quadrant.
It appropriates them,

steals their functionality,

and bends that to its own needs.

And its needs are bottomless.

All it does is consume
and make itself bigger.

The bigger it gets,
the more it requires.

Then it moves on to devour
the next resource, like...

it will never stop,

you know,
it'll never have enough.

Exactly. Scotty, you just
found their weakness:

their ravenous need to consume.

Bottomless greed.

We can use that against them.

How?

That's where you come in.

I need you to fill
the plasma manifold

until it's overflowing
with aldentium.

No-no, the-the manifold's
a useless husk,

and we don't have a drop
of aldentium on board.

We just need to make it look
like we do.

As aldentium decays,

it gives off lots
of anti-protons.

Well, I could flood the intermix
chamber with anti-protons

and make it look like
our engines run on aldentium.

They'll catch the scent and
gravitate towards our tailpipe.

We are going to make
the Farragut

into a banquet that's impossible
for these scavengers

to resist,
and when they come to dine,

we're going to
make them regret it.

The captain
has given his orders.

I still feel funny being
called that while V'Rel's alive.

I promise to demote you
at the earliest opportunity.

Wait, so what exactly

do we do after we get these
scavengers to try and eat us?

Here's where the plan gets
a little crazy.

This is where
the plan gets crazy?

Glad you're sitting down,
Nurse Chapel.

You especially, Mr. Scott,

are not going to love it.

La'An!

You all right?

Yeah.

It... didn't shoot.

Why didn't it kill me?

We may only have a minute.

How do we get this thing
the hell off my ship?

Well, if we can't disconnect it,
what if we convince them to?

- How do you mean?
- Make them want
to disconnect it.

Give them
a taste of something...

highly undesirable.

I see, stir up
a little acid reflux?

- Yeah.
- What about, uh,
baryon particles?

That would ruin their fuel
and their day.

One of us would have
to access the waste system

beneath the warp drive.

Waste system?
All right, you do that.

I have to isolate the fuel line.

And bring a hyper coupler.

La'An?

Be careful, that other alien's
still out there.

Ladies, I haven't done this

since I was a roadie
for the Dead.

Your species can communicate
with dead people?

Hello?

Ah, ah, yes, yes.

Uh, uh, Lieutenant,
it's for you.

- Hello?
- Starboard thrusters are ready.

Port thrusters standing by.

Okay, Erica, don't crash.

The scavenger vessel
has dropped out of warp.

Anti-protons... anti-protoning?

We're as juicy a target
as I can make us.

Red alert.
All stations prepare for...

...well, for that.

- Ready impulse engines.
- Standing by.

How many times has she helmed?

Twice, including now.

Full impulse, Uhura.

- Scotty, your turn.
- If you insist.

I do, Mr. Scott.

Detach at my mark.

Mark.

Spock?

The sehlat has eaten its tail,
Captain.

The scavenger ship
has been disabled.

Uhura, get us line of sight
to the Enterprise

as quickly as you can.

Incoming transmission.

It's the Farragut, audio only.

Enterprise, do you read?

Took you long enough, Ensign.

Good to hear your voice, too.

We're pretty banged up, but
we disabled the scavenger ship.

Tell her it's just temporary.

How temporary?

No idea,
but this is your chance.

For a jailbreak.

Port and starboard thrusters,

give me ten percent.

Whoa,

we got to kill those thrusters.
We are not off-leash.

Captain, any luck
finding the fuel line?

I've got a pretty solid guess.

Hand me that connector?

And you might want
to take a step back.

If it explodes, it will take out
the entire engineering hull.

A big step, then?

Baryon particles are entering
the deuterium stream.

The mixture is... destabilizing.

Let's get the hell out of here

before we get sucked out
with this thing.

Wait.

Emergency systems are rebooting.

Captain did it.
The umbilical's detached.

Port and starboard thrusters,

50%.

Ease off starboard thrusters.
Whoa.

N-Not that easy. Give me 30%.

50%. Now wait.

50, 80.

Cut starboard thrusters.

Hate to backseat-drive,
but you're hitting the wall.

Full port thrusters.

Thruster controls
aren't responding.

That's real bad.

Wait, I have an idea.

I'm all ears.

Commander?

Commander?

Yes! Starboard thrusters to 20%.

Keep us even.

Captain.

The scavenger.

The scavenger vessel's systems
are coming back on line.

They are targeting Enterprise.

Lock phasers.

Uh...

Sir, the grapplers have proven

to be resistant to our weapons.

Okay, Spock.

What do you got?

Mr. Spock, scan the debris
for life signs.

Approximately 7,000 life signs,

but they are dwindling quickly.

Can we beam survivors aboard?

Not even if we wanted to.

There's too much debris
to get a transporter lock.

Captain?

The life signs.

Yes, Mr. Spock?

The life signs are all human.

The markings on the hull.

Can you get us a clearer image?

Aye.

I found this
in our historical database.

In the mid-21st century,

before first contact
with the Vulcans,

a group of scientists believed

that Earth's environmental
crisis was too severe

to recover from,
so they built a ship.

They hoped
it would carry humanity

to civilizations
in other worlds.

But it failed.

The ship disappeared.

The entire crew,

their families, gone.

Never heard from again.

I remember when it launched.

We-we hadn't yet invented
warp drive.

We'd barely put out the fires

of the Third World War.

One of the few nations
left standing

sifted through the ashes
of their space program,

scoured the world for a crew.

You might say...

...they were the best of us,

the most optimistic,

searching for a way to carry on

the flame of life.

All those people.

7,000 souls.

The descendants
of the original inhabitants.

So what went wrong?

How did they go from that to...

...whatever it is they became?

Come in.

Ah...

Just wanted
to let you know in person,

Dr. M'Benga says
that Captain V'Rel is going

to make a complete recovery.

We'll tow Farragut back
to spacedock.

Then you only have

to hold the fort down
a little while longer.

I'm imagining the look
on Admiral April's face

when he sees us pull in
with no nacelles.

He likes Aldebaran whiskey.

Maybe have a bottle ready.

You know, it might not feel like
it, but you made the right call.

We were under attack.

You saved hundreds of lives,
both here and on Enterprise.

Number of...

estimated human casualties
on unknown vessel...

...7,000.

Well, may I?

Please.

You know, when, uh...

when I got bumped up
to first officer,

I remember second-guessing Bob--

uh, Admiral April-- a lot.

- Did he ever straighten you out?
- No.

He let me learn
a very hard lesson.

The big decisions--
they seem so simple

when someone else has
to live with the consequences,

but the choices
you make in that chair...

...they are yours to make...

...and what comes after...

...that is yours to live with.

Some decisions you will regret
for the rest of your life,

but you still have to make them.

They were human beings.

Why does that make it feel
so much worse?

All I can say is...

...having empathy for your
adversary is part of the job.

But I didn't.

I didn't think
of them as people...

at all.

Until it was too late.

Well, maybe that's the lesson.

Empathy isn't conditional.
It's either given or it isn't.

They... clearly saw us,

and either they didn't recognize
us or they didn't care.

Whatever journey
they had been through

the last 200 years,
it broke them.

When they left Earth...

...they were the best
humanity had to offer.

They weren't monsters.

Is that what we would become
in the same circumstances?

I'd like to believe we wouldn't.

- Why not?
- Because of how
you're feeling right now.

Because the next time
you're in that chair,

you will remember
we are often not that different

from our enemy.

And that knowledge,

from this moment on,

will continue to guide you.

Good night, Captain Kirk.

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