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Last season on
Star Trek Strange New Worlds...

The Klingon War is over.

The Enterprise
was on its five-year mission.

Missing the war
took a toll on my crew.

I've let something out.

My emotions.

Rage. Pain.

I can't control it.

It doesn't make you weak.

It makes you human.

I'd like to request
a formal leave of absence.

I found a lead on Oriana,

the girl we rescued from the Gorn.

If I said, "No,"
would it make a difference?

I am resigning my commission.

- I'm an Illyrian.
- Rejected.

What do we do
when Starfleet finds out?

You let me worry about Starfleet.

What the hell is going on?

I'm arresting
Commander Una Chin-Riley

for violations of our
anti-genetic modification directive.

I really am sorry.

So am I.

This isn't over.

Captain's Log, Stardate 2369.2.

Enterprise is in Spacedock
at Starbase 1.

The crew is taking
some well-deserved leave

while Chief Fleet Inspector
Commander Pelia

and her team from
Operational Support Services

are running comprehensive inspections,

systems checks and upgrades.

I've had my hands full on Enterprise
getting everything ready.

But even from afar,

I sense a tension here among
the brass that I can't pin down.

A feeling
that something is in the air.

But right now I have a crisis
closer to home to deal with.

- You're not giving up.
- Chris.

Did you manage to even talk to her?

She won't respond.

She won't take my calls either.

There must be other lawyers
who can handle this.

I lied about my species

on an application to Starfleet.

Let's just say
this is not a plum case.

She's the only one
who might even try to fight it.

So we go public.
They can't ignore your record.

No.

This is my life. I'm not
letting my mistakes ruin yours.

Una.

Anyway,

I hear they're
going to offer me a plea deal.

You cannot resign.

The loss to Enterprise
would be unimaginable.

To me.

Don't start a fight you can't win.

You taught me that.

You didn't start this.

They did.

And we're going to find a way to win
because it's what's right.

There's the Boy Scout in you again.

I'm gonna talk
to her myself, face-to-face.

Sure,
just take three days off

from being captain of the Enterprise

to go to the other side
of the quadrant

and get a door slammed in your face.

Two and a half
in one of the newer shuttles.

I'll be back

before Enterprise's inspections
are complete.

Chris, you're being ridiculous.

If she's your only shot
at fighting this,

I have to try.

Just hang in there, Number One.
That's an order. Pike out.

And while you take
this short leave for personal reasons,

I will be acting captain
of the Enterprise?

You don't sound excited, Spock.

I will remind you
half our crew is on shore leave.

And we still lack a chief engineer

as well as a head of security.

Additionally, Commander Chin-Riley's
loss is acutely felt.

Helping Una
is exactly why I have to go.

Take it easy, Mr. Spock.

You won't ever even
have to leave Spacedock.

What is the human expression?

Famous last words.

Hey, I have faith in you.

See you in three days.

Increased heart rate,
heightened pain in the neck,

jaw, and lower back.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say you were experiencing
what we humans call stress.

That is atypical.

As you know, Vulcan emotions
are stronger than human ones.

But your people control them

through suppressive cognitive blocks.

Indeed.

When you unleashed your anger
to combat the Gorn,

you removed those blocks.

Now all your emotions
are flowing more freely.

Doctor, the captain has put me
in command of the Enterprise

for the next three days.

I am concerned my emotions
may impact my judgment.

You'll just have to learn
to live with them.

- Like we all do.
- I would prefer not to.

Mr. Spock,
may I offer a more human therapy?

All Vulcans study music, yes?

For its mathematical properties.

Humans use it as a way

of channeling emotion into expression.

Lovely.

And your heart rate is going down.

Doctor.

Lieutenant.

Just letting you know
I'm coming on duty.

Of course. Thank you, nurse.

If you'll excuse me.

Fascinating.

Isn't that typically his line?

It's just that when he saw you, I...

Don't even.

No, no. I wouldn't.

Was there something else?

It's about that fellowship,
the archeological medicine.

I'm thinking about applying.

I'm going to have
to replace you, aren't I?

It's two months on Vulcan.

You're not
getting rid of me that easy.

More inspectors
than crew on this ship.

The pitch and yaw controls
are reversed from standard.

Standard positions
aren't quick enough.

And I don't like getting shot,
so I adjusted them.

Highly irregular.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, no, you don't.

I... I need to install
a secure comms patch.

- That'll reboot the system.
- And?

And we'll be offline.
Even the emergency bands.

Figure a few hours of radio silence

would be welcome at Communications.

Let me get a secondary comms on line.

No offense, but we're in Spacedock.

How many hails are you getting?

- I just need a second.
- It'll only be a few minutes.

And I have a job to do.

This is my station.

So if you don't mind?

Thank you.

Come in.

Lieutenant.
Sorry for the interruption.

Did I hear music?

What can I do for you, Ensign?

I wanted to talk to you

about an odd signal variance
I picked up.

Could you not simply have called?

Internal comms are being rebooted.

It originated in the Cajitar system.

Cajitar is on the edge
of Klingon space.

Yes, sir.

At first, I thought
it was random signal shifting.

But I ran it
through meta-pattern analysis,

and it's a distress signal.

Who is it from?

La'An, sir.

Permission denied, Lieutenant.

But sir, if it is from
Lieutenant Noonien-Singh,

she has indicated
she is in dire need of our aid.

Well, if it is
from Lieutenant Noonien-Singh,

then I remind you

that she's been on voluntary leave
from Starfleet for months.

Nevertheless, the message is dire.

It states,
"Dangerous situation on Cajitar IV.

"Resources of Enterprise critical.

"Anti-Federation threat."

How much do you know about Cajitar IV?

It is a dilithium mining planet
on the edge of Klingon space.

A prodigious dilithium mining planet.

Since the war,
the colony's been governed

by a painstakingly-negotiated treaty.

We alternate our access
with the Klingons.

For the next 30 days,
it's the Klingons' show.

We turn up during their shift,

they'll consider it an act of war.

There's no way we risk
a resumption of hostilities

with the Klingons over a vague message

which may or may not be
from a former member of Starfleet.

We'll check it out when we get access
to the planet back next month.

And even if it really is your friend,

she's gonna have to
fend for herself until then.

April out.

He's wrong.
That message has to be from La'An.

She knows our maintenance schedule.

It was beamed right at us.

Still, it could be a deception.

Even a trap.

The admiral was pretty definitive.

Yeah.

Our former comrade is in trouble.

She has indicated
aid to her is essential

for the safety of the Federation.

I will need your help
to get the inspectors off the ship

and achieve our objective.

But I will not ask you
to do something you believe is wrong.

If you wish to leave
or report this plan,

I will not stand in your way.

What plan?

I would have thought it obvious.

We must steal the Enterprise.

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.

Attention all personnel.

We have detected a coolant leak
in the intermix chamber.

All non-essential crew members

are ordered to evacuate
the ship immediately.

Commander Pelia. We are at red alert.

Perhaps you did not hear
the evacuation order?

Yes. Never mind me.
I'm just finishing up my inspection.

But readings indicate a loss
of anti-matter containment.

In the same intermix
chamber that my team

spent three days evaluating,
and found nothing wrong with. Huh!

Commander, I am alarmed
at your lack of concern.

At what?

At the textbook signs
of a warp core breach?

You do know that I teach a course

in warp core breaches
at the Academy, yes?

I didn't realize that.

Yes, well, if you had taken it,

you would know
that heightened temperatures

around the intermix chamber

is the single factor
most commonly mistaken

for an imminent breach.

Ooh, would you look at that!

Someone accidentally simulated
a coolant leak on the sensors.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say it was on purpose.

Commander Pelia,
I am not sure what you are implying.

I'm not implying anything.

I'm flat-out saying

someone violated
about 17 Starfleet regulations.

Well, perhaps,
while you're theorizing,

you might explain why anyone
would engage in such subterfuge.

Mmm. I can think of one reason.

To steal the Enterprise.

Or do you want to tell me
that's not what's happening here?

Yes, you can always count
on a Vulcan's inability to lie.

Another thing I know about Vulcans.

They don't do things
without a good reason.

Do you have a good reason
to steal the ship?

I am having
what you humans call a hunch.

A Vulcan with a hunch.
That's a new one.

And not just any Vulcan.

Amanda Grayson's son.

How do you know my...

Well, if you're going
to steal a starship, do it correctly.

Helm, can you vent ionized plasma

from the warp nacelles?

I could, but...

Should I?

- Why are you helping us?
- Oh, please.

We can spend a lot of time
talking about this,

or we can go.

You decide.

Vent the nacelles on my mark.

Ha!

Emergency transmission
from Starbase 1 Docking Control.

They are blowing the docking clamps

and ordering us to make space

between the ship and the station.

I notice you're short
a chief engineer on this mission.

Indeed.

Be happy to sub in.

Been a hundred years

since I've gone out
with engines of my own.

A hundred years? Really?

It's a long story.

A really long story.

That's the accent. You're Lanthanite.

Guilty as charged.

Starbase 1 is hailing us, sir.

Ms. Ortegas.

Nacelles recharged and ready.

Starbase 1 will have to wait.

The Cajitar system. Warp factor five.

You gonna say it? Your thing?

My what?

Your thing. You know.

Everyone in the chair has their thing.

Captain Pike always says, "Hit it."

My last captain liked to say, "Zoom."

Must I have a thing?

Do you have a thing?

Well, I've been
workshopping "vamanos."

But it's supposed to be about you.

What kind of commander are you?
All that.

So, no presh.

I would like the ship to go.

Now.

Aye aye, Captain.

Beat that, human.

Drink. Drink! Drink!

Was that watered-down?

Hey, he's got it!

Don't try to hide half the wine
in your beard again, Kr'Dogh.

You know what I really want.

I can set the meeting,

but I am not sure Greynax
will meet with you, human.

Well, it's sweet
that you worry about my problems.

Set it for tonight.

You better find Kr'Dogh before
he throws up on the wrong person.

Stole the Enterprise?

Yes. You said it was urgent.

Wow.
I would have lost so many bets.

Yeah, Vulcans can surprise you.

Thank you for coming. All of you.

What's going on?

The little girl
who survived the Gorn, Oriana.

I was trying to find her parents.

We tracked them here.

And they'd thought she was dead.

Sounds like a happy ending.

Well, up until the war,

this planet had provided
a steady flow of dilithium

to both sides, like it does now.

But after the war started,

so many ships being destroyed,

dilithium constantly
needing to be replenished,

this place became a promised land.

Ore was dug up and auctioned off

to the highest bidder
at astronomical prices.

Fortunes were minted daily

and the mining syndicate
got a piece of every single one.

Then, suddenly, peace.

A new syndicate made up
of ex-Klingon and Federation soldiers

has decided that peace
isn't good for business.

And they have one ideology.

Profit.

They want to restart the war.

Restart the war how?

All I know is, they've been
looking to get their hands

on as much
Federation tech as possible.

Then, a few days ago,
there was an explosion at the mine.

Half the town
got sick from ion exposure.

Including Oriana's parents.

Ion radiation is not naturally
occurring from dilithium.

But it can be created
by photon torpedoes.

That is correct.

We both served in the Klingon War.

Doc here just likes to read up
on weapons systems is all.

Yes.

A hundred million
Federation bodies, slaughtered.

And for what?
A parsec of space or two?

And now some want to resume
that theater of horror for profit?

Where are Oriana and her parents now?

Med tent. They're short on everything.
Doctors, supplies.

We have med kits with us.

See what aid you can provide.

But keep a low profile.

Ensign Uhura and I will stay
to assist in your investigation.

I have a rendezvous

with three potential buyers
tonight as well, so...

Wait.

Ensign?

You go away, you miss things.

Seems I do.

This is not good.

It is not.

Dr. M'Benga! Nurse Chapel!

Well, looks like our cover's blown.

I'm so glad to see you guys.
My parents...

Try an inducing recombination

to repair genetic damage.

Hey.

This should have you feeling better

in about a day.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Nice tech.

You medical?

Just in from off-world.

Looking to trade at market.

I hate to bust up your plans,

but we could use your services.

Who is we?

Follow me.

I think
your prom dates just arrived.

Three Klingons approaching.

Copy.

Is that
Klingon they are speaking?

I do not recognize it.

Kach-Ugh, I think.
It's a pretty obscure dialect,

but I can make out the syntax.

- Were you followed?
- Yes.

But then I cut their throats

and they stopped following me.

Leaving bodies to find
when we don't want anyone looking.

This is the Klingon shift
on this miserable world.

Bodies pile up.
Did you bring what you promised?

I thought Klingons
hated Federation weapons.

Why buy them?

That is not your concern.

You promised two dozen.

This is barely half that.

Well, it's what I have to sell.

I'll pay a third.

- I'm charging double.
- Double?

For half the weapons you promised?

You don't like the questions,

you don't like the price.

And what would stop me
from just taking them

from a tiny woman like you?

This is an anti-matter
detonation switch.

You better hope I don't let go.

Unless you're keen on losing
the bottom half of your body?

Hmm.

Are you sure
you have no Klingon blood in you?

Double for this lot.

But I need more.

I'll see what I can do.

Well done, Lieutenant.

What's an anti-matter
detonation switch?

It's not a thing, is it?

Yeah, no, definitely not a thing.

I was able to parse out
some of what they were saying,

and whatever they're planning,
it's happening tomorrow.

Should we call Starfleet?

Not until we have solid proof.

I do not relish another call
with the admiral without it.

Now let's get back to the Enterprise

and see what Nurse Chapel
and Dr. M'Benga have found.

Chief Jay.

Ready when you are.

Roger that, Mr. Spock. Small problem.

I've been tracking
the doctor and Nurse Chapel,

and we lost their signal
about an hour ago.

I'm not a cave person,
but this is, for sure,

the biggest I've ever seen.

Decades of dilithium mining.

How do you think
they got that in here?

I think they built it.

Move. Now!

Ion burns everywhere.

This level of scarring
is normally too deep to treat.

But, fortunately,
your dermal system is redundant.

You've treated Klingons before.

- Where?
- It doesn't matter.

Tell me, or I'll cut out your tongue

so you spread no more lies.

Years ago, I was stationed
on the moon of J'gal.

Now I know you are lying.

If you had served on J'gal,
you'd be dead.

Do you know that
after the Battle of ChaKana,

there was so much blood in the air

the rain turned red?

Ror'Queg. Are you fit for duty now?

I'm done with him.

Hey. You good?

I'm fine.

You sure?

You want me to tell you
this is not bringing everything back.

I can't.

But I can tell you I'm in control.

The war is over, Joseph.

Yes, but how can it ever be?

I'm fine.

Have you learned anything useful?

Um, yeah. The...

severity of the burns suggest

the photon torpedoes are on this ship.

Maybe with all the other
Federation tech

they've managed to acquire.

Why?

If you have a Federation ship

in the middle
of a territorial dispute...

You could use it
to attack the Klingons.

Start the war all over again.

We have to warn Enterprise.

There must be comms
somewhere here on the bridge.

So, we just waltz up there,

say, "Mind if we make a call?"

You know
this can help us get there.

If it's important enough.

- Do you ever not carry it?
- No.

Hey.

Sure you want to do this again?

Again? No.

But I'm not seeing a better choice.

Oh! Oh...

Tell me about this plan.
And how to stop it.

Or what?

I know about your Federation
rules against torture.

What defenses does your group have?

How many in your number? What weapons?

He can't answer you if he's dead.

Joseph. Joseph!

30 soldiers.

On the bridge. Engineering.

Armed with phasers, phase-rifles,

Klingon disruptors.

Is there a transponder on the ship?

I will never...

Deck 13.

The engines are warming up.

I thought transponders could
only broadcast a ship's name

and class to other Federation vessels.

I can reprogram it
to send a simple message.

We need to move. Now.

I need a minute.

I'll buy you a minute.

Got it.

Better find a way off this ship.

Airlock.

Unless you've got enough juice
for another dance.

I think it's running out.

Better hurry.

Ahhh!

Klingon battle cruiser
just warped in.

Red alert, Ms. Uhura.

Any indication they have seen us?

I'm reading internal comms only.

All coded, but the activity

is pretty standard
for arrival in orbit.

We haven't tripped
any alarms yet, sir.

We're in low-power mode,
surrounded by interstellar ice

and rock with a high
internal iron content.

From their POV,
we look like space junk.

You sound confident,
Lieutenant Ortegas.

I've hidden from enough Klingons
to know when to take a breather.

Battle cruiser moving away.

Sir.

We're being hailed.
On a secure channel.

By whom?

No luck
locating M'Benga or Chapel.

- Anything your end?
- Negative.

Wherever they are must be shielded.

And a Klingon cruiser has arrived.

All my contacts
in the Broken Circle have vanished,

so whatever they're gonna do,
it must be something that's...

Holy...

Sir, I'm reading
a launch from the surface.

It's a ship.

On screen.

That's one of ours.

Crossfield class, I think.

And it's headed
right toward that battle cruiser.

A Crossfield is no match
for a heavy cruiser.

Well, we can't just let them get shot.

Lieutenant Spock?

- That ship's transponder ping is off.
- Off?

It's sending standard ident codes,

but the signal keeps flickering.

- Faulty?
- No.

It's a pattern.

A code. Uh, Morse two, I think.

What is it saying?

It's spelling, "Enterprise,

"destroy this ship."

Do you think they're reading
the transponder signal?

How long until they get in?

Five minutes,
if they have a laser torch.

Less, if they have a grenade.

We're in space.
They can't be that stupid.

Or maybe they can.

What do we do?

Let's get those lockers open.

See if they have any EV suits.

If the Klingons see that ship,
it will start a war.

Indeed.

In fact, Ms. Ortegas,

I surmise that is likely
its precise intention.

I believe the Federation ship
is part of a false flag operation.

I think the extremists
intend to use the ship

to attack the Klingons as a way
of reigniting hostilities

with the Federation.

I theorize that Dr. M'Benga
and Nurse Chapel

were indeed taken by the extremists

and were able
to reconfigure the transponder

to give us a warning.

Sir, what if Nurse Chapel
and Dr. M'Benga

are still on that ship?

They thought it worth their lives
to prevent another war.

Logical.

Federation ship in firing range.

Mr. Spock, what are your orders?

Follow the false Federation ship.

Stay in weapons range,
but hold your fire.

And do not let the Klingons
know that we are here.

Got it.

If we don't destroy it
before we get out of the rings,

the Klingons
are going to see both of us.

That's definitely gonna start a war.

Shields at 80%.

Mr. Spock, should I return fire?

Not yet.

- Seventy percent.
- Copy.

That is the last time
they dent our paint job.

They fired
an array of torpedoes.

I think they're cutting through.

There's a beacon in the helmet.

And an attitude jet in the pack.

So, we just jump into space
without an EV suit?

The beacon will activate
once we're in space.

I can use the attitude jet
to guide us away from the ship.

Only we'll be dead.

Not necessarily.

It'll take almost a minute
for us to freeze to death.

Don't worry.

We'll pass out after 15 seconds.

I know it's a terrible idea.

Yeah, it's terrible.

Let's get to it, then.

They're heading
straight for the Klingons.

Stay on that ship, Ms. Ortegas.

Pedal to the metal, sir.

Sir, they're in sensor range
of the Klingon battle cruiser.

There's only time for one shot.

Photon torpedoes
locked on the Federation ship.

Full spread.

Mr. Spock?

Not yet.

Any signal from Nurse Chapel
or Dr. M'Benga?

Nothing, sir.

I can't believe this
is how we're gonna die.

We've gotten out of worse.

No, not really.

I suppose not.

Mr. Spock, it's now or never.

Fire photon torpedoes!

Sir, I'm detecting
a Federation EV suit transponder.

Bridge to transport.

Lock on to that signal
and beam them aboard now.

I waited. I waited.

I waited for you.

You don't die. You don't die.

You do not die!

Why you got to be so rough?

Lieutenant Spock,
we're being hailed

by the Klingon captain.

What is the meaning of this?

Hiding?

Trespassing?

Destroying your own ship
in order to cover your tracks?

We were, in fact,
pursuing a rogue vessel

which intended to do you harm.

Absurd.

Why else would I tell you
the ship was not ours

if it was indeed ours?

To cover your own failure

in the face of our superior might.

But we destroyed the ship.

You anticipated defeat.

And now,
you're stalling for another day.

Captain, your sensors
did not detect us

until we fired
on the false Federation vessel.

Could we not have
as easily fired on yours?

But why should I trust you?

I am Vulcan.

And as I believe your people know,

Vulcans cannot lie.

I care little for what legends say.

I know a man's truth

only when I look into his eyes,

face-to-face.

So be it.

Perhaps we can
conclude this discussion

over a barrel of bloodwine.

You drink bloodwine?

I have been known to.

This is something I must see.

You're no typical Vulcan.

No.

It would seem I am not.

Yah!

Indeed.

- Ah.
- Ah.

Well, listen, I think my Klingon
might be a little rusty,

but did he just say
"May your blood scream"?

A Klingon toast,
the true meaning of which

is becoming clear to me.

Right.

Well, thank you

for getting me out of the Academy.

Are you actually Lanthanite?

Oh, a couple of drinks,
and you get personal.

That it, flyboy?

I am.

I have always been
fascinated by your people.

That you managed to live
on Earth among other humans

undetected until
the 22nd century is remarkable.

You know, your mother was one of
the first people I came out to.

I did not.

But, that's a tale for another time.

And now you teach engineering
at Starfleet Academy?

Taught.

You asked me why I helped you.

You want to know the worst thing

about living almost forever?

The loss of those you love.

Oh, you sweet un-Vulcan Vulcan.

No.

That's a pain shared
by all those who live

with even a half-open heart.

No.

It's boredom.

And on that ship of yours,

there seems to be a shortage of that.

I like it.

I might even try and stick around.

Huh?

Huh?

Another?

Please.

To the Vulcan
who acts nothing like a Vulcan.

La'An!

Just promise you'll
stay out of trouble, okay?

I will if you will.

Where are you gonna go now?

Um...

After explicitly
ordering you not to go,

you risked hundreds of lives,

and you risked peace in the quadrant.

If you could lower the volume
of your voice, Admiral.

Oh, my God.

Are you hungover, Spock?

The result of a peace treaty
with the Klingon captain

after a successful mission.

You got lucky,

and that could have just
as easily gone the other way,

with the Federation being thrown
into a brutal war with the Klingons.

I did what I believed was right,

followed my gut, as you humans
are so fond of saying,

and I will accept whatever punishment
Starfleet feels is just.

Consider that Klingon hangover
your punishment.

But next time,

and there better not be a next time,

it'll be your commission.

Now, get Enterprise home.

Mr. Spock.

I didn't hear you come in.

Are you all right?

Yes.

I just...

She'll be fine.

I'm not...

I...

I have no words for what I feel.

Yes.

You let Spock off easy.

He just kept us

from potentially having
to defend two fronts at the same time.

Even if he doesn't know it.

In any case, he's one of our best.

And if this war happens,

we're gonna need
every good officer we've got.

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