All language subtitles for Star Trek Continues S01E09

Captain's log, stardate
6892.3. Admiral McGuinness

has ordered us to respond to a
distress call from Hyalinus,

an inhabited asteroid with a
limited warp-capable society.

Admiral, isn't the Yorktown
near the Banneker Belt?

She was scheduled to patrol near that system,
but Command rerouted her to Aldebaran--

along with the Republic-- to
investigate the loss of the Hood.

They find anything?

Never got the chance. Both ships suffered baffle
plate ruptures shortly after they arrived.

Both ships?

Fortunately, there were no fatalities.

They'll have to be rebuilt.

The crews'll need to be treated
for radiation exposure.

Funny... We've got a student here at
Starfleet Medical who insists we try a new

bexarotene-G treatment she heard
about from an old mentor of hers.

Well, not that old.

How is Ms. Chapel's
doctorate coming along?

She's one of our best and brightest. But be
careful. She just might take your job one day.

I might just let her have it.

Admiral, did the Hyalini specify
the nature of their crisis?

Something of global proportions. Diplomacy
is of utmost importance, but so is caution.

They've refused outside contact for centuries.
We know almost nothing about them.

So, you want us to speak softly
and keep a big stick handy.

And Jim... Take good care of that ship
and her outstanding crew, you hear?

With everything I've got, admiral.

What the devil was he wearing?

No idea. But you'll never get
me in one of those things.

Oh, it's not so bad.
Drab, boring color palette...

I think it would complement Mr. Spock
quite well, don't you think?

What is it, Bones?

She's in my spot.

I'm sorry! I...

It's all right, counselor. There's always plenty of
room on the bridge for one more to keep Spock in line.

Whatever this is about, it's gotta be pretty serious
for a hermit race to ask for outside help.

- "Hermit race," doctor?
- That's right, Spock. Hermit race.

Don't tell me there's a term that
computer brain of yours doesn't know.

I am merely surprised at your use of an
abstruse and antiquated colloquialism.

The more obvious and accurate
word is clearly "xenophobic."

- Tomato, tomahto. - I fail to see how pronouncing...
- Call it off, gentlemen. We've got work to do.

Coordinates locked, Scotty?

Can you believe they
only use text transmissions?

I'm still waitin' for an
open transporter window!

"Transporter window"?

Aye! In their orbital defense system.

Without a window, matter-energy beams to
the surface are automatically scrambled.

"Scrambled"? As in "turned
into a pile of mush"?

Aye. Their global defense grid
is downright impractical.

It's a miracle they can see the stars at night with
all the weapon-barges they've got flyin' about!

And can you imagine the
maintenance, lads?

Gee, I hope they're friendly.

They would be well-served to
hope the same of you, doctor.

Ah! There's the green light!

Energize.

Please.

Space. The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the
Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission:

to explore strange new worlds.

To seek out new life and
new civilizations.

To boldly go where no
man has gone before.

- Fascinating.
- Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Or, more accurately,
what we are not seeing.

Could our eyes have been
affected during transport?

Readings are normal, Jim. But I'm not ruling out
that damn thing putting us back together wrong.

Greetings! Welcome,
my friends, to Hyalinus.

We are honored by your
visit to our world.

I am Galisti -- leader
of the Inner Council.

And this is Thaius, our newly-appointed
ambassador to the Federation.

You see! I told you they'd be
Hyanoid bipeds.

I must admit, I was expecting a tentacle or two.

And you must be the commander of that
magnificent ship orbiting above.

James Kirk. Captain of the
United Starship Enterprise.

This is my chief surgeon,
Dr. Leonard McCoy.

A pleasure to meet you both.

And my first officer, Commander Spock.

You're different from the others!

Are you an Earth female?

Madam, my appearance differs from
the others because I am Vulcan.

If our human females looked
like that, we'd go extinct!

Oh! Please forgive my foolishness.
I apologize if I've caused any offense.

Madam, since I do not believe differences in
gender render one inferior to the other,

...not only would it be illogical for
me to find offense in your comment,

...but to do so itself would
represent a grievous insult to you.

What an improbable contradiction!

Kindness and gallantry revealed by
pure, calculated reason. Remarkable!

And I... too caught up with the excitement of
the moment to notice anything but your ears.

How often we look, but forget to see.

Oh, Galisti. You might be wise to replace your
ambassador to the Federation immediately.

Don't be so hard on yourself,
my dear. They are still here.

I hope I do not offend by asking, but do all
Hyalini politicians get along so well?

Sadly, no. But Galisti and I have the
advantage of being very old friends.

Who one day realized that
we had fallen in love.

What a fortunate man I am... to be
able to call my "friend" my "wife."

Council leader, I must ask. Has your
world always looked... like this?

- Like what?
- Well...

It is as it has always been.

Gentlemen. As the first outsiders ever to
be invited to our world, your presence

should be a momentous occasion for my
people. But alas, it is a regrettable one.

Regrettable because this is not when our isolation
was meant to end... nor how it was to end.

Hundreds of years ago, the people of
Hyalinus united in a single purpose

to one day become worthy to
join the community of stars.

To us, that meant seeking out
the best in each other and ourselves.

Laying down arms against each
other... erasing our borders...

and refusing to be defined by
distinctions like "us" and "them."

A sublime hope:
The Hope of the Hyalini.

But alas, fate has intervened. And so today
the hand of my people is not one that is

held up proudly to the stars,
but merely is a hand held out.

Please, come. The Inner
Council is waiting.

Spock, can you explain our vision?

In fact, I can. An unusual form of
radiation emitted by their sun

unlike anything I've encountered. It impairs
the function of cone cells in humanoid eyes.

- Cone cells allow us to see color.
- Correct, doctor.

- Makes sense, Jim.
- Good work, Spock. Continue scanning.

The Inner Council is the uppermost
tier of the United Parliament,

representing all regions on Hyalinus.
Its five members are chosen by...

They just got here, and already
you're torturing them with civics!

Oh, dear...

This woman is the meanest, toughest teacher
there is. I have the scars to prove it.

Sekara started out as my most obstinate
student... and soon became my finest.

She now interns for the Inner Council.

And she likes to credit her teaching
as the root of all my achievements.

What a great privilege
for your first guests

...to be greeted by such an
intelligent and beautiful woman.

You had no right, Galisti!

You had no right to bring them here!
You've destroyed us all!

Do you hear me?!
You've destroyed your entire race!

We will be destroyed only if
we refuse to accept help!

She may be right, Tomiat.

Shame, Thaius! A true believer would
rather die than see the Hope corrupted!

Will he live?

Tomiat is unharmed, I assure you. He is merely
unconscious, and shall awaken shortly.

I apologize. You should
never have witnessed that.

Show them.

It's the first symptom. The disease
progresses rapidly. Sekara will...

I will not live beyond the year.

This is why you sent the distress call.

We are on a path to extinction.

From disease... and soon starvation.

Our crops have stopped growing.

- May I?
- It's not contagious. That much we know.

We don't know what it is...
only what it is not.

It's not the result of any known poison.
It's not a virus

and it's not a bacterium,
spore, or parasitic organism.

I've been doing research on the disease
as part of my medical training.

I'm... I was going to be a physician.

Bones?

It's definitely related to the
radiation that Spock detected,

but I can't confirm a prognosis
without running more tests.

And for that, we need to be in sickbay.

Sickbay? On your vessel?

Is that a problem?

We would prefer that she
stay here. Our medical facilities...

If she returns to the ship with us,
she'll be shielded from the radiation.

Will she see color?

- Unknown, captain.
- If she does, the results could be traumatic.

Besides... If your medical
facilities were sufficient,

you'd already know what
was killing your people.

Take good care of her.
She is precious to us.

You have my word.

With your permission, I'd like Mr. Spock to remain
behind and continue gathering information.

Of course. I will keep the transporter
window open until his departure.

- They love you very much.
- We are like family.

Dr. McCoy...

Sekara. When you arrive on board our
ship, your eyes may work differently.

It may frighten you, but I promise
you'll be safe. Do you understand?

Are you all right, Sekara?

Do you see anything... strange?

No. Everything looks...

Wha... What...

What is that?!

I'm Chief Engineer Scott, lass!

Captain!

- It's all right! It's called "color."
- Just try to stay calm.

I... I don't... I...

Is it alive?

Look at me! Look at me. Keep your eyes on
me. I know it's strange and frightening

but you're completely safe.

I promised, didn't I?

So the cause of the illness and the
monochromatic vision are one and the same?

Took a millennium or so for the
star's radio toxins to reach

levels high enough to induce
acute radiation syndrome.

I've started Sekara's treatment...
but it's too soon to tell.

How is she otherwise?

She's a million questions a minute.
"Color" this and "color" that!

I might have to sedate her just so
I can get some peace and quiet.

Sekara is likely the first resident of
Hyalinus to see color in over a millennium.

Even with their limited space travel,
their shielding technology does not

filter out the solar radiation responsible
for suppressing color vision.

As for its effects on the population, the
illness will reoccur unless further

exposure to the solar
radiation can be prevented.

The spectral signature of the Hyalinus sun can
be altered using a modified stellar probe.

After that, we'll need to
decontaminate the asteroid.

I recommend scanning their ecosystem
- starting with the plants.

Determine how deeply the radiation's
permeated their food chain.

Mr. Sulu... You and Mr. Spock head back down
to the surface. Take charge of the scans.

I understand you have
a knack for botany.

Oh yes sir! I should introduce you to my
carnivorous weeper, Gertrude. She's a beaut!

I'll also need to repair the cellular
damage the radio toxins have caused.

If Sekara's treatment works,
I'll be able to synthesize

enough medicine for the
entire population.

Captain, there is a new development.

While on Hyalinus, I captured
several images with my tricorder.

This is how the
Hyalini appear to each other.

Unlike eyes, however, the tricorder
does not rely on cone cells.

The native inhabitants of this world all share
the same genotype for pigmentation. However...

Are you saying Sekara
is not from Hyalinus?

She is an alien. Furthermore, a global bio scan
indicates 27.2 percent of the population are as well.

Maybe it's a rare genetic
anomaly, Spock?

No, doctor. This is but one
of numerous disparities.

They share a common ancestor with
the Hyalini, but these individuals

are unquestionably a race not
currently native to Hyalinus.

Kirk to bridge.

- Uhura here.
- Lieutenant, search the belt for any indication

of another inhabited asteroid.
Anything our sensors may have missed.

We'll have to run a full sweep...
including non-subspace carrier waves.

- How long?
- Could be days. Maybe more.

Palmer's an expert at
countering solar interference.

I'll have her modify the sensors.
Create a targeted scan.

Thank you. Get on it.

Captain, a word. Counselor?

I have found Dr. McKennah's
insight to be... beneficial.

Sekara appears to trust the captain.

Do you believe it would be wise to
confront her about her origins?

Not yet. We don't know who she is... or what she
knows. And she might not even know herself.

Well... a civilization like the
Hyalini -- bent on self-imposed

moral isolation -- would never allow
aliens to live on their world.

Unless they don't know there are
aliens living on their world.

Captain's log, supplemental.

After two days of treatment, Dr. McCoy reports
that Sekara has responded exceptionally well.

But our search for her
people's origin continues.

Hoping to find some
clues to the mystery,

I've engaged Sekara in several conversations
about her past... learning only that she was

born on Hyalinus, and orphaned at an early age.
Come.

I, um... I wanted you to know where to find
me in case you desired to talk again.

Yes. Dr. McCoy said he moved you to guest
quarters. Better than being trapped in sickbay.

Well... better for him, I'm certain.
I had many questions.

Would you like to come in?

Oh, no. I mean yes... but no if you're
busy. But as for wanting to... yes.

But of course no if you don't also, but... but
if you do then yes I... I would very a lot.

Please come in.

You must think I'm ridiculous.

I like ridiculous. I like it "very a lot."
How have you been enjoying color?

Oh, color! Color is incredible! At first,
I couldn't make sense of it. But now...

it astounds me!

There are so many of them!
I'm learning their names.

That is called "green." And the door is "blue."
And... and this is "yellow."

"Red."

"Red."

Once we repair your sun, everyone
on Hyalinus will see color.

The initial shock may cause
a great deal of chaos.

We'll work with your people to prepare
them so they won't be afraid.

And I can help! I want to share
my experiences with everyone.

But there's still so much I don't understand.
Like... what is it for? What is the purpose of color?

Well... color provides variety.
Vibrance. Beauty.

It arouses the senses...
stirs the emotions.

Like poetry for the eyes.

- Purple.
- Hm?

The color of your hair.

Captain Kirk to the bridge!
Captain Kirk to the bridge.

I'll be back.
You're welcome to stay.

Purple.

- She found them, sir.
- Radio signals coming from an asteroid in the inner belt.

Do you know anything
about it? Population?

Not yet.
I'm working on it, sir.

Captain, proximity alert!

Confirmed. I'm reading two small
shuttlepods approaching Hyalinus at half impulse.

On screen.

Trajectory suggests they're
from the other asteroid.

Scans indicate wessels don't
have any "big sticks," sir.

- What was that, lieutenant?
- Uh... they are unarmed.

They barely look space-worthy!

Captain, I read six humanoid
life forms... in each.

Six in each? At half impulse? My God!
How long have they been...?

Captain, Hyalinus' automated platforms
have activated. They're charging weapons!

Red alert.

Uhura, hail the Hyalini.

One of the weapons platforms is
targeting the shuttlepods, captain.

Lieutenant?

No response from the council, sir.

Charge phaser banks.
Lock onto that platform.

Platform firing!

Phasers locked.

Fire.

Defense platform destroyed.

The shuttlepods are turning
around. They're retreating, sir.

Cancel red alert.
Uhura, get me Hyalinus.

They're hailing US, captain. They demand an
explanation for the destruction of their platform.

They demand...?!

I'll meet with them in an hour. In the meantime,
get me information on that other asteroid.

Smith, you've got the conn.

Why did your people try to destroy two unarmed
shuttles carrying twelve passengers?

They are Abicians.
For decades, they've been trying to

sneak onto Hyalinus to escape the
consequences of their own savagery.

They lie and conceal their identities
so that they can benefit from the

peace and prosperity that
we've worked to achieve.

One which they have not
earned themselves.

Is it a crime to want to
live peacefully, Sekara?

Are they criminals?
Or are they refugees?

They are invaders.

Who attack in tiny, unarmed ships.

We are not heartless, captain. They
have given us reason to fear them.

I find that hard to believe.

How can you stand in judgment of me... of my people...
for something that you know nothing about?!

My parents were murdered by Abicians!

I'm sorry.

It's all too easy to criticize
the policies of another

until you lose someone those
policies could have saved.

Please tell me, Sekara. I want to understand.
I need to understand.

Their world is in turmoil.

Territories perpetually at war.
Technological innovation fueled solely

by the desire to build better,
more lethal weapons.

They have squandered their natural resources
and polluted their world in the process.

And your parents?

My parents were part of a diplomatic envoy sent to
help. To show the Abicians a better way to live.

Their ship returned to Hyalinus on auto-pilot...
and all eighteen people on board were killed.

I was ten years old.

I can't imagine.

Those people who killed your
parents are barbarians

but that doesn't mean
they all are, does it?

You assume that they think like
us, captain. They do not.

They do not respect our laws.
They do not value knowledge or honesty

and they do not question their
conscience before turning to violence.

Have you ever met an Abician?

No. We've managed to keep them
off our world, thankfully.

You're wrong.
There are many on Hyalinus.

"Many"? That's impossible.

Hundreds of thousands.

They look like the Hyalini...
unless you see color.

Your hair, your skin...

You are Abician.
Your parents were Abician.

She is no stranger.
You're still you!

N... no! No!

If you don't trust what you
see, trust what I see!

The woman in that mirror is brilliant!

She's curious, honest, kind

beautiful inside and out.
Look. Look at her.

She's you, Sekara! And you are the
opposite of what you believe--

of what you've been told--
Abicians are.

Captain. Hyalinus has the most
amazing plant life, sir. Look!

I've never seen a flower with anthers like this one
before. You can't actually see the anthers...

Not now, Sulu. There's been an incident.
They'll fill you in on the ship. Both of you.

- I apologize, sir.
- It's all right. What have you found?

Well, according to Mr. Sulu's readings, the Hyalini
food chain has been affected at almost every level.

But there is no permanent mutation.

Exactly. Once we're through here, future
generations should grow healthy and normal.

Good work. Prepare a
decontamination sweep.

- Aye, sir.
- And Sulu

You forgot something.

If we modify your star, you'll
see your world in a whole new way.

And -- based on what we've just witnessed
- I'm not sure you're ready for it.

Must we justify our actions to you?
Are we obliged to meet some

arbitrary moral standard set by
Starfleet in order to receive your help?

No. But killing defenseless people seems to contradict
the moral standard you've set for yourselves.

Captain, we didn't kill them. Perhaps we... we just
wanted to give them an incentive to turn back.

And what if they hadn't?

Those twelve Abicians are but a fraction of the
unrelenting hoard assaulting our world every day.

"Assaulting"? They're willing to die for the
chance to live where they can be safe and free!

Why not help them instead
of shooting at them?

Because granting entrance to some is an invitation
for all. They would overrun our world.

Captain, we have limited resources.
We're struggling to feed our own people.

I appreciate your dilemma, madam. And I'm
not suggesting that you open your borders

to just anyone... especially those
who pose a legitimate threat.

But your defense system is excessive.

You are not qualified to make
that judgment, captain.

Abicians are vulgar, selfish, and
violent. They are a scourge

and we've gone to great lengths
to keep them off our world.

What if they were already here?

But they're not here.

But what if they were?
How would you know?

There was a time -- decades ago -- when
we suspected the Abicians had come

because there was a dramatic
rise in violent crime.

But once we activated our defense grid,

the crime rate receded.
That is a fact, captain. Not opinion.

Which only proves that some
Abicians are criminals.

You can't condemn the many
for the crimes of the few!

I don't "condemn." The Abicians are
free to live wherever they please

as long as it's on their own world.

But if they come here,
I will do what is necessary

to keep my people safe.

Just as you would if it were
your crew or your family.

Safety and compassion are
not mutually exclusive.

Conscience requires balance.

That's fundamental to the
philosophy of the Federation!

Captain.

What is Starfleet's "General
Order Number One"?

The non-interference directive.

The ethical principle that prohibits

members of Starfleet
from interfering with

the natural development of
pre-warp civilizations.

And does it apply even if you know your
interference would be beneficial?

- Yes.
- Yes. And have there been cases

in which upholding this
"ethical principle" resulted

in the death of an entire population...
even though you could have saved them?

- Yes, but--
- So, for you

this abstract idea is
more important than

a planet full of living,
breathing people.

And you stand here before me, lecturing
me about "compassion." About "balance."

You condemn the many for
the crimes of none.

Who do you think you are?

Captain's log, supplemental. The stellar
probe will be ready to launch shortly,

and Mr. Spock and Sulu are preparing their
decontamination sweep of Hyalinus.

The Inner Council is overjoyed
to hear of our success.

Yet I find myself unable
to share in that joy.

Captain, are you angry because you
think the Hyalini are wrong?

Or because they might be right about
the threat the Abicians pose?

The threat they pose? Doctor,
when we launch that probe,

the Hyalini will see in
full, revealing color.

What'll happen to the Abicians
once they can be identified?

Do you really believe they're capable of harming
Abicians who've lived among them for years?

They don't have to be. All they have to
do is round them up and send them back

and wash their hands of what happens
next. That's why I'm angry.

Sir, you've been in situations like this before.
But I wonder if this time it's not more... personal.

I don't think you're angry.
I think you're afraid.

Afraid for Sekara.

You care for her. Perhaps more
deeply than you want to admit.

With all their piety, they've no
problem turning their backs on

desperate people with
nowhere else to go.

They take help, but they
refuse to give it.

Begs the question of whether
they deserve our aid at all.

So, is it justice for
us to deny them aid?

To turn our backs on desperate
people with nowhere else to go?

Nowhere else to go...

Thank you, doctor.

Damn. I'm good.

And here we have engineering.
This is where Mr. Scott lives.

I Dunnah spend all my time here.
There's also the transporter room.

Sekara asked me to show her around.

Is this the device that
will fix our star?

Aye. It's the only solar probe I've got,
so we're leaving nothing to chance.

How'd ya like to see the warp engines?

No... I can show her, commander.
You've got work to do.

I've always got time for a
lovely lass, lieutenant.

Yes... the engines are this way!

Young lady, that's a
very dangerous tool.

I know. Stay back! I'll fire!

If something were to happen to that probe, it
would take a great deal of time to get another.

- Yes. It will.
- Your people cannae afford to wait!

Sekara! Why destroy something
that will save your world?

Because of what will happen next!

People will turn on each other, afraid
of what they don't understand.

They won't see friends and neighbors.

They'll see the brutes and
thieves they've heard about.

They'll see Abicians.

We need more time!

Help us find another way to fix our sun. One that
won't change how we see... or who we are...

There is no other way.

Destroying the probe will only delay the inevitable.

And could you really go back
to a world without color?

I feel so powerless!

So terrified of the people
I will return home to.

Their eyes will change,

but their hearts may not.

You're not powerless.

You're the one person with the power
to change the hearts of your leaders.

Galisti and Thaius love you very much.

Sekara... you're living proof that the
Abicians aren't a race of savages.

That they, too, have the same hopes
and dreams of becoming more.

Friends, the Hyalini offer
their heartfelt gratitude.

Today is the beginning of a bright new
future for all of my people. We...

- Some.
- I beg your pardon?

Today is the beginning of a bright
new future for some of your people.

For others, it may be the
beginning of the end.

There are Abicians among you.
Many of them.

If we repair your sun,
you'll see for yourself.

You would have us doubt our resolve. Is the
captain trying to hold our salvation hostage?

Refusing to launch the stellar probe until
you've had the final word? Is that your plan?

No... but it's a pretty good one.
I think I'll borrow it.

I wonder if you realize
the peace... prosperity

the unity of your people
is truly extraordinary.

You've accomplished in a few short
centuries what took our people millennia.

Indeed, council leader. Such is the
fact with many worlds we encounter.

Your people were unified... transformed
by the hope that, one day,

they would be worthy enough to
join the community of the stars.

The Hope of the Hyalini.

How will your people know when
they've achieved worthiness?

What does it mean to be "worthy"?

Well, that's the problem.
There is no one answer.

An undefined finish line means
you never have to finish!

Your people will never have to leave the
safety -- the comfort -- of what they know.

There's an old saying: "A ship in the harbor
is safe. But that's not what ships are for."

The greatest fear of all is the fear of the
unknown. Will you let that fear define you?

Hide behind weapons and
barriers? Vilify strangers?

The very people that your Hope calls
upon you to strive to embrace?

Do you serve the Hope? Or have
you twisted it to serve you?

There comes a moment in the life of every world when
its people must choose whom they wish to become.

This is your moment.

Now will you launch the probe?

We launched the probe
twenty minutes ago.

If it was successful, the effects
should become apparent any moment now.

Our world is about to change forever.

But my love for you will
never, ever, ever change.

Oh, my dearest.

Oh! Oh... it's magnificent!

Long have I wanted to tell you. But the thought
of you forsaking me was too much to bear.

This has all been a lie!

No! Oh, no. It's not a
lie. I'm still me!

My love for you is not a lie!
I'm still the same person!

No! NO!

This changes nothing!

Even with new vision,
do you still not see?

Captain, commence the
decontamination sweep of Hyalinus!

About that... I'm afraid
we won't have the time.

The Enterprise has been called away
to urgent business on Daran Five.

You would let us all die?

As it turns out, our scans indicate
that the Abicians have the

decontamination technology
that you require.

And why would they help us?

Because you have something they need.
We fixed your sun

and they have the ability to sweep the
residual effects of the radiation

from both worlds. But their people
need medicine just like yours do.

I took the liberty of
synthesizing double the amount.

There's enough here to cure both
worlds -- Abicius and Hyalinus.

Has it ever occurred to you that their civilization
could be suffering the same fate as yours?

Given the Abicians' proximity to your sun,
they experienced the radiation's ill effects

generations before Hyalinus.
Illness, food shortage...

It is no wonder their world has fallen into
chaos and war. They are what you would become.

Please!

Don't make us beg help from them!

There is no "them" any more, my dear.

Only "us."