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Space is filled with wonders.

Bright and beautiful stars.

We travel among them
searching for answers,

investigating the mysteries
within ourselves.

Starfleet presents themselves
as our quadrant's

shining example of duty,

honor, peacekeeping.

But what separates
a "Federation"

from an "Empire"?

Red alert.
All hands to battle stations.

Arm photon torpedoes.

Both colonize.

Both impose their laws
and doctrines on others.

Torpedoes armed
and locked on target.

Ready to fire on your command.

You threaten one of us,
you threaten all of us.

Trust me when I say, you do not
want the Federation as an enemy.

Are they explorers as they claim?

Or soldiers as they appear?

They call their vessels
starships.

What distinguishes them
from warships?

Starfleet officers take an oath.

First, a vow to obey the laws

of the United Federation
of Planets,

to defend its security,

and to abide to the principles
it stands for.

Second, a vow

to obey Starfleet's orders
and responsibilities.

Tell me about Starfleet.

What can I say?

What does Starfleet mean to me?

No comment. Full stop.

If you can look straight
into the camera

as you feel comfortable.
Whenever you're ready.

Violence is an acceptable level
of risk.

Vulcans have many more ways
to handle this than humans.

Aren't you half-Vulcan, half-human?

On Vulcan,

being half-human is viewed
as a deficit,

something to be excised

or buried so deeply
within the psyche

that it will never reemerge.

As a child, I had a friend... Sovrek.

He was told by his parents
to no longer associate with me

because I was half-human.

In response,
I ran away to the desert,

to the Plain of Blood.

Two days later, my father
found me in a cave cutting

into my skin with a Vantu blade.

I was trying
to cut away my human half.

I have faced far worse

for the benefit of Starfleet.

I thought the Enterprise
was an exploring vessel.

It's space.

It's unpredictable.
That's why we don't go

anywhere unarmed.

It's stupid to.

I've had 12 broken bones,
a fractured skull,

multiple phaser burns,

radiation poisoning.

Was even slashed open
by a Kolaran blade.

All hazards of the job.

I am the ship's
security and tactical officer.

But Starfleet's primary mission
is exploration.

I don't think
killing people is okay.

I think sometimes it's necessary

for the greater good.

Sometimes that means
we attack first.

The weapons

Enterprise carries
are primarily defensive.

Our goal is
to not have to use them.

That doesn't mean we don't
fight back if we have to.

If you were to encounter a ship
you've fought with before,

like the Gorn,
would you fire first?

Unless you can kill them first,

the best move is to run.

As first officer,

my role is to support
the captain and the crew.

When it comes
to executing Starfleet's orders,

my job is to offer options,
strategy, even alternatives.

But my job isn't
to question orders.

Starfleet has

the interests of Federation

and non-Federation worlds
clearly in mind.

Our missions
and the goals of Starfleet

are always in alignment.

Time for a mission brief.

It's how we get our orders.

Sometimes

we don't know what we're
supposed to do until we arrive.

Transport cargo to Lutani VII?

Did Starfleet specify why?

That's classified.

Are there any problems, Ensign?

- No, sir.
- Any other questions?

The Lutani used
to raid our cargo runs.

Pretty sure
they're helping the Klingons.

- Is that a question, Lieutenant?
- Are we helping the Lutani now?

Yes.

But the why is... classified?

That is correct.

You will find out what you need
to know on a need-to-know basis.

Lieutenant?

Crates are filling Cargo Bay 12.
Lists on your PADD.

We have armed escorts
standing by in case...

anything happens.

Are we expecting
anything to happen?

Things do happen,
whether or not we expect it.

That's why,
when we enter Lutani space,

I've alerted phaser and photon
torpedo crews to stand ready.

It's an active war zone.

Thank you.

There is one more important
element on this journey.

What's a Jikaru?

Technically, it is livestock.

The Lutani intend to use it
in their rebuilding efforts.

We shall pick it up
and we shall drop it off.

We have to be at half impulse?

We won't be able to run
with that on the ship?

It will not be on the ship.

- It will be outside of the ship.
- What else do we know about it?

That's classified.

Dismissed.

Because it's none

- of your business.
- I-I'm just asking you,

why do the Lutani need
Starfleet's help?

Because they're currently
at war.

Any thoughts on that?

No. We received orders to
transport cargo to Lutani VII,

a non-Federation world
in need of aid and supplies,

and that's what we're doing.

What kind of supplies?

Easy guess. They're at war.

"Jikaru" is the Lutani word
for "starlight."

They have lived
on the oceanic moon Tychus-B.

Oh, and according to the data,

one of the Jikaru
has shown signs of a...

transformation.

Soon, it will be able
to move through space.

There are a lot of restrictions
around how we have to handle it.

And Starfleet is helping
move the creature to a war zone.

Why?

That's outside of my orders.

We've input the codes

for your orbital
containment field.

Una, stand by to lock onto it
with a tractor beam.

We'll bring it in close
to the ship.

This thing's really gonna fly
into space?

There is activity
on the surface.

- Containment field is now down.
- I can get

- visual from the observation lab.
- Tie us in.

The Jikaru will be
in orbit soon.

Tractor beams are ready.

I'm getting a transponder
signal from a Lutani vessel.

Confirmed. It's a Lutani scout ship

on an intercept course
coming in hot.

- Hail them.
- No response.

I'm getting strange readings
from the Jikaru.

Tractor beams cannot lock on.

Captain, the scout ship is in range.

- It's opening fire.
- Shields up.

They're not shooting at us.

They're shooting at the Jikaru,
but it's doing little damage.

Definitely not a fighter pilot.

Una, prepare phasers
to fire on that ship.

Captain, what's the creature doing?

What the hell was that?

Massive surge of radiation.

- La'An, status.
- Shields holding.

But the Lutani scout ship
is completely disabled.

No shields,
and hull integrity failing.

Lock transporters on that ship,
beam the survivors aboard.

Get that containment field
back up.

And turn that damn thing off.

We've recovered a pilot
from the Lutani vessel.

- She's in sickbay.
- I want a full update.

Who they are
and why they came here.

Can I have the Jikaru
audio data?

I'm already on it.

Are you all right?

Your hand was shaking.

All Vulcans who practice
the ancient meditation of Surak

experience an increase
in esper sensitivity.

It allows our mind melds
to be more efficient.

You felt the creature's mind?

I sensed its aggression.

But I have recovered.

What would motivate
this Lutani scientist

to risk their life to sabotage
their own project?

Dermal regenerator can't
compensate for the organ damage.

- Quadroline?
- No, it's fatal to her species.

- Her vitals are crashing.
- Radiation poisoning.

Hyronalin hypospray.

She's going into shock.

We need to keep her conscious.

Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.

What's your name?
Don't close your eyes.

Tell me your name?

- Dr. Gyud.
- Gyud.

Hey, hey.

Don't let them use

the Jikaru.

It's a terrible, awful mistake.

It's okay.

We were wrong.

Well, I am a doctor.

So...

I have seen many deaths,
I'm afraid.

Have you ever been ordered
by Starfleet to kill anyone?

I will defend myself,

like anybody would.

But it is not a function
of my current job.

You were in
the Klingon War, yes?

Yes.

I was a field surgeon.

I am a doctor.

I'm not the most
qualified person

to answer questions about
Starfleet's military protocols.

Redacted.

Redacted.

Battle of ChaKana,
confirmed kills: redacted.

Battle of J'Gal,
confirmed kills: redacted.

Have you ever scrubbed
the surveillance logs

from sickbay?

I cannot recall.

I cannot recall.

Before Starfleet, I was adrift.

I'd lost my family,
I'd lost myself,

really.

Starfleet sent me in a direction
at just the right time.

Were you close to anyone
at the Academy?

Not really.

Except maybe Elena, my roommate.

We hung out sometimes.

Ensign Elena Cho.
She was on the Cayuga.

Did you know that?

No.

I didn't. I...

Elena went down with the Cayuga?

I didn't look at all the names
on the ship, because it...

If that creature turns on us, sir...

I know the mission, sir.

I-I know the orders I was given.
I'm not refusing command.

Because my crew
is required to do their job.

We don't survive this, what
Starfleet wants is irrelevant.

Sir,

you didn't see what it could do.

I know why
it's important, sir, I...

I understand the stakes.

We'll get it done.
Enterprise out.

- All decks, red alert.
- Status report.

The Jikaru has broken free
of the containment field.

- It's moving out of orbit.
- It can do that?

I thought we had to tractor it
to Lutani VII.

It appears the creature's
evolved physiology

allows it to act
as a supercharged magnetosphere,

using energized particles
for propulsion.

So, what?
It's got its own engines?

What about the neural dampener
attached to the creature?

Shouldn't that keep it calm?

Scans show it was damaged

during the attack
on the scout ship.

Without a neural dampener,
we can't control it

or stop it from attacking
whatever it wants.

And the big fella's
picking up speed.

Do we let it go?

It is now a weapon.

But also a creature.

Our orders are to take it

to Lutani VII,
so that's what we're gonna do.

- How, sir?
- I've done this kind of thing before,

just usually on horseback.

Chase down and lasso a bronco.

Have you ever refused an order?

Well, um...

I think I can confidently say
that that's classified.

The Enterprise is following
Starfleet's orders

and transporting
what they know is a weapon,

the Jikaru.

- La'An, tractor beam?
- I've tried.

The creature's emitting
a randomized

electromagnetic field.

The beam can't lock on.

- What about the transporter?
- Same problem.

Can we match its frequency?

Without precise readings,
an incorrect beam could result

in an energy feedback,
disabling Enterprise.

If tractoring isn't an option,
why don't we follow it?

- Keep it within visual range?
- Do it.

Just not too close, okay?

I don't want
to get ripped apart.

What about other ships?
Anything it runs into,

- it might attack.
- I can send out

a system-wide navigational
bulletin to keep clear

- of our coordinates.
- Keep it vague.

We don't want this weapon
falling into the wrong hands.

- Am I clear?
- Aye, sir.

If that's the order,

we need to work on a plan
to destroy the creature

- if necessary.
- Better that than Klingons get it.

What makes you good
at being head of security?

I think what makes me
good at my job

is that I have
a lot of experience.

From a young age,
I've had to look after myself,

and I've learned to make
logical decisions very quickly

in tense, high-risk situations.

What does it feel like
to kill somebody?

This is incredible.

Its autonomic systems
can manipulate

- and distribute energy.
- It is...

Fascinating?

Spock, I understand that,

when the Jikaru "powered up,"

you-you had a-a reaction
on the bridge?

Your hand was shaking?

I have been
experiencing discomfort.

It is manageable.

Engineering is working
on recreating neural dampeners

based on our scans
of the device.

This isn't just
a neural dampener.

It's a shock collar.

It's become clear
why they felt they needed that.

The creature is,
to the Lutani, a weapon.

One they need to find
a way to control.

They should have tried
talking to it first.

But, hey, I'm just
a communications officer.

You think you were actually
in contact with the Jikaru?

We heard it.

It was talking.

Perhaps.

I believe I was sensing
its emotions.

Joseph told me about this,
about how Vulcans abandoned

these psionics centuries ago.

Because of brain aneurysms,
synaptic overload.

Death.

Perhaps I can shield my mind
from its effect.

It is a logical,
reasonable option.

Do you believe in every mission?

Yes.

Uh...

I mean, of course I do.

Starfleet needs us to
deliver the weapon or take it.

Thoughts?

The Lutani are at war.

Understandably desperate,
eager to shift the balance.

This creature dies
because of their experiments,

it's nothing to them.

If it saves them,
it's everything.

And if it falls
into the wrong hands?

Then it's trouble for everyone.

How do you feel about
what's happening to the Jikaru?

You know how I feel.
It's irrelevant.

We have our orders,
whether we like it or not.

Same goes for the crew as well.

No one tells you about
this part of the job, do they?

The new neural dampeners are
loaded into torpedo tubes

and standing by.

Uh, Captain?

Mr. Spock and I are working on
an alternative plan.

A way to communicate
with the Jikaru

- without injuring it.
- Communicate how?

Oh, we're still working
on that, but...

Unfortunately, we're out of time.

The creature's trajectory will
take it near a planet

- with ships in orbit.
- Captain, the neural dampener

will put the Jikaru
in a catatonic state.

We won't be able to communicate
with it in that condition.

We have our orders, Ensign.

We don't have to like them,
but we do have to obey them.

Captain, we're in range.

Fire.

Torpedo wasn't able
to penetrate its skin.

It's a narrow target.
The dampener has to reach

a precise depth
near its cerebral cortex.

- How many torpedoes do we have?
- Three more.

Fire again.

All power to shields.

Shields are down to 40%.

Ortegas, full power astern.

Give us some distance
from that thing.

¡Quítame eso de la cara!

Engines answering full astern.

Giving distance and lots of it.

Damage report, all departments.

All nonessential personnel
off the bridge, now.

I'm sorry, Beto. You have to go.

No, I'll-I'll stay right here.

- Wait. Nyota, no.
- I'm sorry.

- Just stop. Wait.
- Sorry.

Damage report.

That attack drained our shields

like nothing I've seen before.

Another energy burst will
disable them completely.

Anyone else gonna have
nightmares about space dragons?

Captain, the Jikaru
is in pursuit

and energizing
for another attack.

Ortegas, get it off our tail.

You don't have to tell me twice,

but helm controls are sluggish.

It has to be stopped, Captain.

I suggest we hit it with a full
spread of photon torpedoes.

I advise against that.

The Jikaru could simply
absorb the energy,

then use it against us.

How's your hand?

It's fine.

Stop asking.

You can't prepare
for the unknown.

You face it, deal with it.
That's it.

End of story.

I'm sorry for being so abrupt.

It's just when
the ship's on alert,

things move fast.
We can't have any distractions.

I get it, okay? Sure.

What I don't get is
how Starfleet can agree

to bring a weapon of war
to a distant planet.

Help me understand that.

Are you recording this?

I am, yes. That's my job.

Just like your job.
You're delivering a weapon,

or taking it, or-or maybe both.

And you're all just
following orders.

None of you like it,
so I just want to...

I just want to know why,
because it feels like

the actions of a colonizer,
who takes.

Oh, my God.

Th-This is what
you've been after all along.

Nyota, I've been af...

- You should go.
- Wait.

And don't come back
to the bridge.

And you really think this will work?

With a neural amplifier,
we believe Spock can

communicate with the Jikaru.

The amplifier should allow me

to mind-meld
with the creature remotely.

I have already sensed
impressions from it.

Spock, you have no way of knowing

what connecting with this
creature might do to you.

I'll be monitoring
Spock's vital signs

during the procedure,

so if there's any complications,
the link can be severed.

We just... We need to be
close enough to link them.

I still can't believe
I'm letting you

approach the Jikaru
in a shuttlecraft.

Hopefully the shuttle's
small size won't alarm it.

And if you do rile it,

you won't last a second
in that shuttle.

None of you will.

The creature nearly
destroyed our ship, Captain.

It might try it again.
Given our orders,

the shuttle is our smallest
risk of loss

against the creature.

Godspeed.

Easy. Easy.
We don't want to make it upset.

Yes. Closer.

Spock has made connection
with the Jikaru.

I am not sensing any aggression,

but I do believe it is aware
of our presence.

I see her,

feel her.

Something... so sublime.

Ship quartering in at high impulse.

It's a Lutani warship.

We're being hailed.

Captain Pike, now you're
tracking the creature

to take it back to Starfleet.

I question the wisdom
of trusting Starfleet.

Captain, the Lutani warship

- is powering up weapons.
- Red alert.

I think they pissed off
the big guy.

With the Galileo right
in their line of fire.

Enterprise to Galileo.
Get the hell out of there.

Spock's vitals are spiking.

You're right, people do die.

Have you ever seen somebody die?

I don't recommend it.

And if it ever does
happen to you...

I don't think you would enjoy
being questioned about it.

We don't always
like our orders, but...

I trust my crew, they trust me,

and sometimes
that's all we have.

What is the creature doing?

As far as I can tell,
watching the Lutani ship.

After it attacked our shuttle,
it started doing laps.

Well, now we know not to
try talking to it.

I'm not so sure.

Before the Lutani got there,
Spock was able to

connect his mind with hers.

I felt it, too.
She bonded with me.

How are they?

Christine is stable.

I have Spock in an induced coma
so his brain can heal.

He needs some time.

Did we learn anything more
about the Jikaru?

According to the data,

her brain chemistry
was artificially altered

to focus solely on violence
and destruction.

It causes her great pain.

Can you reverse it?

No. She's too far gone.

I still think we just need
to talk to her.

How? Spock's in a coma.

The Jikaru's telepathic ability
was too strong for Spock.

Maybe someone who isn't
as sensitive.

Uhura, I know where
you're going with this.

Instead of a shuttle,
we use Enterprise.

- Neural link me.
- Nyota...

I've studied for this.

Communication
with a new species.

I won't risk another
crew member.

You don't have to.

I'm volunteering.

What makes you a good medic?

I care about my patients.

Uhura, you're risking
permanent brain damage.

This is one of the last photos
I took with my family.

This is...
very important to me.

Destroy.

Attack.

Destroy me.

What does that mean?

She wants us to attack her.

Then she'll turn
her aggression on us

and let the Lutani ship go.

Boy, you all look very happy.

We-we are.

We were.

The sun.

If we attack her,
she'll follow us there.

The sun?

She's tired of being a weapon.

Yes.

You're doing okay?

Yeah, thanks.

She...

wants to die.

It's the only way
she can find peace.

Yeah, when I was 14,

I had a bronco that fought
so hard she fell.

Broke her rib...

straight into her lung,
and, um, she couldn't breathe.

I didn't like
what I had to do, but, um...

I did it.

That's the job, sometimes.

When the costs we pay
for our missions,

for our choices... comes due.

I just spoke with Command.

They weren't thrilled with me,

but given the circumstances,
we're in agreement now.

La'An, let's get her attention.

Firing a low-yield burst.

Enough to annoy her,
but not enough for her

to reflect back against us.

She released the Lutani ship.

Ortegas, set a course
for the system's sun.

Aye, sir.

The Jikaru's children
on her homeworld,

they haven't been altered.

She's worried for them.

Understood. Tell her, um...

Tell her that we'll make sure
they stay that way.

That's a promise.

Ensign Elena Cho,

my friend...

...died doing
what she believed in.

It's what I believe in, too.

This is the job.

We're often
in a situation where,

if we don't do anything,
people will die.

But is it really just
all on Starfleet?

Don't you think we should
take a step back?

There are other people
trying to help, sure, but...

none with our resources.

If not us, then who?

I do think it's brave,

that you ask
all these questions.

No one should accept
anything blindly.

And that's...

That's all I was trying to do,
I was just, I was just

trying to provide
a counterpoint.

I believe you think that's
what you were trying to do,

but you came here angry.

You had a point to prove.

W-What was my point?

You blame Starfleet
for taking your sister away.

And then, when she got hurt,

you needed someone to blame
for almost losing her.

The thing is, she's still here.

Erica and I chose to be
a part of Starfleet.

And you can choose
to shut us out for that

or you can accept it.

But Starfleet isn't keeping you
from mending things.

How we doing?

The Jikaru is still pursuing us,
just out of range.

And the Lutani ship?

Heavily damaged,
but still intact.

Hail them.

What are you doing
with the Jikaru?

Where are you leading it?

Honoring her final wish.

No. We've spent years
on this project.

- You can't just...
- Project?

This is an intelligent,
emotional creature.

She has a right
to her free will.

- You took that from her.
- Captain,

I'm sure we can come
to some arrangement.

I'm shutting down
your metamorphosis program,

and have been authorized
to quarantine Tychus-B

as a sanctuary world
for the Jikaru.

No. You can't do this,
you mustn't.

Countless Lutani will die
without this weapon.

The Federation will continue
to provide help in other ways.

Just... not like this.

And if we refuse
to allow you to do this?

We have other warships
in the area.

You threaten one of us,
you threaten all of us.

Trust me when I say, you do not
want the Federation as an enemy.

So much loss.

For me, joining Starfleet was
something I could control.

Mom was dying.

I couldn't do anything about it.

I was lost...

scared, I couldn't face it.

I couldn't face it.

Okay. Do it.

I figured, out here,
I'm in control.

Every day, I get to prove
what I'm made of.

I'm the best.

Nothing can touch me,
until it did and now...

...there are days when
I'm as scared as I was then.

I'm here because
these people are my family now.

Just as much
as you're my family.

They give me hope.

Don't tell them I said that.

Someone once said
space is dark and cold

and full of death.

Our job

is to bring light,

bring warmth, bring life

to wherever we go.

That's our mission.

Before Starfleet,

I was adrift.

I'd lost my family.

I'd lost myself.

Starfleet sent me in a direction
at just the right time.

Without Starfleet, I'd either be dead

or undisciplined,

consumed by my own anger.

Starfleet has allowed me to explore

my human half.

Had I attempted this
exploration on Vulcan,

I would have been shunned

or banished.

I have now been invited
to see a side of Starfleet

I didn't expect.

Thank you very much.

What separates a "Federation"

from an "Empire"?

And a starship from a warship?

Oh, yes!

What is Starfleet?

It's the people.

All of us.

We make Starfleet what it is.

Not the other way around.

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