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NAHLA: Long ago, Starfleet Academy

took the finest minds, hearts and spirits

of every generation and taught them

to be lifelong explorers of space...

our final frontier.

Then, one day,

fate handed us an unimaginable loss.

The Burn.

And it all went away.

(wind whistling)

ANISHA: Okay, Caleb. I need to make sure you know it.

-Again. -Nah-ru,

Xela, Bhak, Cali

and Squill.

That's ours.

Our secret code.

Yours and mine. Forever.

-You promise? -Promise.

Okay, let's do moons now.

What's that one right there? Right there.

It's your name all mixed up.

You're Anisha. That moon is called Ishaani.

That's right. Isn't she beautiful?

Of course.

ANISHA: One day,

when we have our own ship,

we are going to go visit

Sol III, which is also called...

-Earth. -Earth.

That's right.

We'll find a home one day.

You, me and Scrap.

Right, Scrap?

SCRAP: Yes, Ms. Anisha.

Mama, why are we here? Who's that man?

(sighs) Um,

sweetheart, that man that we came here with,

that man is named Nus Braka,

and he was very good

at helping me find food

when food was hard to find.

But he wasn't good

at telling me how he was gonna do it.

He's a pirate.

Mama, if you stole it, it's okay.

You know...

we'll always be together.

Always.

Please stand and show us your hands.

ANISHA: Come on.

(grunts)

It's okay.

It's okay.

FEMALE VOICE (over P.A.): All personnel,

prepare for level three sandstorm.

All personnel, prepare for level three sandstorm.

NUS: Hey! Hey! (laughs)

(electricity crackling)

(grunting)

(shouts)

-It's okay. -Oh, hello, darling.

Oh, malnutrition really brings out your cheekbones.

(laughs) Hey,

-hello, Little Fish. -ANISHA: He can't hurt you.

-(electricity crackles) -(shouts)

-Here, look at me... look at me. -You got innocent people like me

on the end of a tether, while the Federation

sits on its bloated ass!

Mr. Braka, stop talking.

(growls)

NAHLA: Facts are facts.

You brought down a Federation supply vessel

and murdered the shuttle pilot

to steal food rations.

No, the facts are:

a woman was starving, and I had a solution.

Not an idea, not good intentions,

a solution.

NAHLA: Braka, shut up. You turned a woman

desperate to feed her child into your accomplice,

and now an officer's dead.

The 12th this year

at the hands of the Venari Ral.

As ranking officer on-site, it is my duty and pleasure

to tell you that you will be spending

the rest of your life in a Federation penal colony.

(spits, clears throat)

Anisha Mir,

what would have been a charge of theft...

...became felony theft

with the death of that pilot.

I'm sorry.

You will be placed

-in a rehabilitation camp. -What?

(laughs)

You said you'd help me.

I have. It's not prison. You'll have visitation rights.

That's as far as I could get them.

NUS (laughing): Whoa-ho-ho!

A Federation officer died, Ms. Mir.

(laughing)

NUS: Oh, man, unbelievable...

What's gonna happen to my son?

He'll become a ward of the Federation.

(Braka cackling)

ANISHA: Oh, God, oh, no.

I'm so sorry.

(screaming)

No! Caleb, listen to me!

Don't trust them!

Don't trust them! Just trust me!

-Trust our moon! -NUS: Bye, bye, Mommy.

I love you!

Mama?

ANISHA: Caleb, I love you!

NUS: Bye, bye.

NUS: You hold on to how much

-you hate me right now, kid. -Get him out.

It'll keep you warm at night.

-Get him out now. -While you sleep with

their boot on your neck!

-(electricity crackling) -This is a sham!

You call this justice?!

This is not justice!

(Braka shouts in distance)

Thank you.

(indistinct announcement over P.A. in distance)

Caleb,

my name is Nahla.

I...

I can only imagine that you're scared.

Have you ever been away from your mom before?

I know this school

with this big, big field.

It's called Little Blooms, and it's on Bajor.

Have you ever been to school before?

Mm-mm.

Well, this is a good one.

Plenty to eat...

lot of other kids.

Kind people.

I'm going to make sure you and your mom

see each other again really soon, okay?

You'll be safe.

You won't be alone.

I promise.

Caleb?

I promise, okay?

I left my bear.

I'll be right back.

SCRAP: Please take me to Caleb.

Please take me to Caleb.

No, no, no.

Please take me to Caleb.

COMPUTER: Captain Nahla Ake confirmed.

-(alarm blaring) -COMPUTER: Portal breached, Holding Room Two.

(wind howling)

Portal breached, Holding Room Two.

Closing portal.

Facility lockdown.

-Find him! -Facility lockdown.

Facility lockdown.

Facility lockdown.

Facility lockdown.

COMMS OFFICER: Shuttle Teracaq, we are tracking your descent

into the V'Rilik Penal Colony.

Copy. Scanning prisoner 1174 for processing now.

DRONE: Prisoner name Caleb Mir, age 21.

Juvenile offenses: age eight-- petty theft,

age 12, destruction of property,

age 14--

-vandalism, age 18... -Hey!

-illegal trading. -Are you dead or alive?

-CALEB: Huh? -Age 20-- transport

-of illegal materials. -Hey!

I'm talking to you.

I said, "Are you dead or alive?"

-Huh? (grunts) -Answer me.

Yes. Shit. Shit. Yes, alive.

You've been busy.

Hell of a résumé.

I got an early start.

-(shock stick whirs, crackles) -(Caleb grunting)

Any other thoughts, huh, you thieving bastard?

-Yeah, I got one. -(laughs)

(mumbles)

Huh? What's that?

(shock stick whirs)

-(yells) -(screams)

Huh? Security breach. Prisoner's unsecured.

Repeat, we have a breach. Our prisoner's not secure.

The prisoner's not secure.

(grunting)

(screams)

Computer, locate nearest Federation subspace relay.

Search rehabilitation centers, prisoner Anisha Mir.

COMPUTER: Subspace relay located.

Beginning search.

-(alert beeping) -Warning, unstable flight path.

(groaning)

Warning, unstable flight path.

Warning, unstable flight path.

Warning, unstable flight path.

Impact imminent.

(alert beeping)

Engine offline.

Restarting.

-Restarting. -(shouts)

Restart...

Engine on line.

Woo-hoo!

COMPUTER: Search complete.

Anisha Mir has not been found

in any known database.

No, no, no! Try again!

Try again!

Tractor beam locked.

MALE VOICE: Prisoner Caleb Mir,

you are being tracked and targeted.

-No, no, no, no! -Disengage weapons

and flight controls, or you will be destroyed.

So destroy me!

Prepare to be remanded to a detention facility

for work rehabilitation, Prisoner Mir.

I am not your prisoner!

I am not your prisoner!

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NAHLA: You are messing with the most sacred of institutions.

No, sir. No, ma'am. Not on my watch.

Okay, let's hear it:

"I'm sorry for purloining your ice cream

on ice cream day."

"Purloining" means "stealing."

Jax, if you did the thing, you fess up.

That way, you can negotiate your terms.

Wait, wait, wait, no, no, tiny people, come back here.

Fess up. Fess.

-I fess. -Really?

-I fess. -Oh, you both fess?

That is so good.

Ice cream, ice cream!

(speaks indistinctly)

(laughter)

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VANCE: Well, you may have left Starfleet,

but that was some serious diplomacy.

Yeah, well,

in my 422 years,

I've learned a thing or... five.

(chuckles) It's been such a long time.

(both chuckle)

Hiya, Charlie.

-Nahla. -Look at you.

Want some ice cream?

(chuckles) Of course.

And whatever you're here for, Admiral,

-the answer is no. -Mm-hmm.

Well, we're recommissioning Starfleet Academy

in San Francisco.

NAHLA: Wow, I thought

the Federation put all its chips on the War College.

VANCE: Ah, it's been a hundred years.

Now that the Burn is finally behind us,

it's time to rebuild.

I want you to be chancellor.

With a full reinstatement of your commission.

Anyone here a captain who resigned in disgrace?

Oh, wait. That's me.

A captain who resigned

because we separated a mother and child.

I separated them.

You didn't have a choice.

No, here's the thing.

I did.

I could have refused, pulled some kind of bait and switch

with the prosecution, taken the heat later.

It wouldn't have changed anything.

We were in triage. Starfleet wasn't making any exceptions.

Separating children from their parents isn't exceptional,

it's reprehensible.

So you resigned

because you still remember how the Federation used to be

and felt we weren't living up to our principles.

Don't... make me pure of heart.

-A lot of people agreed with you. -Well, you didn't.

I was dead wrong, Nahla.

Now, these kids are inheriting a broken world

they did not create but have to clean up.

There's no one more suited to help them.

You're part Lanthanite, you were there centuries ago

when Starfleet was at its best.

You can show them what that really means.

I give you my word, building a future for these kids

is the mission now. The only mission.

-That's why... -Don't say it.

-...you became a teacher. -(groans)

You said it.

I can't.

(laughing): I can't.

(sighs)

I won't make promises to more kids I can't keep.

Sorry, Charlie.

We found Caleb Mir alive.

Maybe it's not too late for you to keep your promise.

Where?

VANCE: They're holding him in a Torothan prison.

The kid's been on the run this whole time.

(screaming in distance)

GUARD: On your feet.

(muffled grunting)

Take that thing off him now.

GUARD: Careful, he's a biter.

And his cuffs.

GUARD: Your funeral, Starfleet.

So,

they said you hacked the imperial security system.

I'm thinking you used programmable matter--

I know my shit.

What do you want?

You have a one-of-a-kind mind,

yet here you are, wasting away.

Like you had nothing to do with it.

You know what the Torothans do to thieves?

Cut off your fingers one at a time, then your hands,

then they'll make you dig tunnels with your wrists

for the rest of your very brief, sad life.

I won't be here that long.

Oh, yeah?

Gonna make another break for it?

Not so sure you'll get as far this time,

but you're a smart kid.

Let's see, oh, the coast is clear.

Okay, hop to it, pal.

Oh, how about this? I turn away

and close my eyes.

What do you want?

When you and your mother were separated--

Separated? Is that what you tell yourself?

That isn't what I tell myself.

I tell myself

we made a horrible...

...catastrophic decision

that robbed you and your mother of a future.

So I quit,

and I've been looking for you every single day

for the last 15 years.

Toroth signed a, a treaty...

with the Federation

that allows low-level offenders

to commute rehabilitation sentences into service.

Define "service."

Starfleet Academy.

They asked me to be chancellor.

Come with me.

This conversation feels so familiar.

You know the last thing my mother said to me?

"Don't trust them."

Yeah.

Your mother broke out of prison a year ago.

What?

No, no, no.

No, no, she would have...

Reached out?

If she's alive,

I'll help you find her.

But this is the only way.

We go.

Together.

(sighs)

(indistinct comms transmissions)

You'll need a regulation haircut.

Never happening.

Cool.

I'm not a sheep.

-Yeah, yeah. -PILOT: This is Starfleet Six

requesting permission to dock.

FEMALE VOICE (over comms): Starfleet Shuttle Six, this is Athena Command.

We are locking you for rendezvous

and docking you at Shuttle Bay Seven.

Acknowledged, Athena Command.

Releasing manual. You have the conn.

That... thing is

taking us to the school?

That is the school.

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DOT: Greetings, Chancellor.

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS (over P.A.): Welcome, cadets,

to the USS Athena.

This is where your Starfleet Academy journey begins.

Classes will be held here on board

and at the campus located on Earth

in beautiful San Francisco.

Class registration is now open.

We're happy to have you.

DOT: Fixing complete. All better.

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: Attention, all personnel,

the mess hall is now open.

Make sure to visit

because sometimes hanger is the greatest enemy of all.

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Commander Lura Thok, Chancellor.

Welcome to the Athena.

Pleasure to meet you, Number One.

-Would you care to see the bridge? -Please.

-This way. -Thank you.

Everyone accounted for?

The final group of cadets is being processed.

Ready to set course for San Francisco

-on your order. -NAHLA: Excellent.

Your quarters were rebuilt

to your specifications,

and your library was transferred from Bajor.

Actual books. Impressive collection.

Thank you.

Mm-mm.

Nope.

I'm not wearing a uniform.

LURA: First Year,

were you instructed to jettison your gear?

Uh... no.

Who do you think you are speaking with, boy?

You are in the presence of Lura Thok,

daughter of Asmaret from the Klingon House of Dak'Hatas

and the Jem'Hadar lineage of Kah-Baj.

Your only reply is

"No, Cadet Master."

Sorry, Cadet what?

Lower deck latrine duty!

Six months as intraspecies vomit monitor

and 200 push-ups.

Now! I said now!

Right now! On the floor!

Up, down, up.

You.

Here. Over here now. Let's go.

Cadet Kraag, drop your gear on this idiot's back.

-Hmm? -Yes,

idiot, bag, back.

-Uh, apologies. -No apologies.

I see you declared early.

Molecular biology and regenerative therapies.

"Do no harm" is not a phrase you hear a whole lot in Klingon.

LURA: And why do you not yearn

for the honor of a valiant death in battle

like the rest of our kind, Cadet Kraag?

Be... because I yearn

for a valiant life, Cadet Master.

CALEB: How many more?

(strains)

(groans) Stand, Cadet Mir.

Both of you, upstairs

to the Regulation Appearance Arches,

and then to Medical for your physical.

Move!

Have a great first day at school.

NAHLA: I must say, Commander,

you're an inspiring educator.

LURA: Thank you, Chancellor.

I am Jay-Den Kraag.

Caleb Mir.

Hey, so, uh,

is vomit monitor a real thing here?

DOT: Oh, pardon me.

JAY-DEN: You may be the first.

Division?

Uh, Sciences.

Step through.

Division?

Uh... I'm...

Hmm, undeclared. Step through.

(sighs)

Hmm.

Motherf...

Next.

That would be you, pouty.

Yeah, no, no, no, no, I don't need a-a...

-(beeping) -Holy parasite.

Where did you come in contact with Orillian lung maggots,

and what are they doing in your lower bowel?

-Do you bathe in a bog? -What?

-Ah! -Sorry to say,

I've healed you.

Now, no more bogs, and keep a close eye

on your bowel movements for the next three days.

Call me if anything moves.

Actually, don't. Next.

Um, I think I swallowed my combadge.

-Already? -Yeah.

Tricorder.

Medical tricorder.

Ow!

Oh, don't be a baby. Next.

-Captain on the bridge. -(boatswain's whistle blows)

All ship's primary systems operating within nominal ranges.

Impulse engines on line.

Warp drive preclearance check complete.

All Alpha-shift crew and personnel in position.

The ship is yours, Captain Ake.

-Thank you, Number One. -Mm-hmm.

Lieutenants Dandrid...

Thriss...

Atlee.

Haile.

Ya.

And Ensign Weldu. I read your files

and look forward to getting to know you all.

Lieutenant Rork

will be our academic liaison.

She'll make sure we don't miss any teachable moments

along the way.

What's our ETA?

15 hours to Earth at maximum warp, Captain.

Good. Everybody, back to work.

Have a seat.

BRIDGE CREW: Aye, Captain.

COMPUTER: Bioscans confirmed. Welcome, Captain Ake.

Please enter your comfort settings.

(Nahla humming tune)

Command station settings confirmed.

(sighs) Thank you, computer.

Anytime, Captain.

Lieutenant Atlee, open ship-wide and on-screen, please.

Channel open, Captain.

Morning. I'm Captain Nahla Ake,

Chancellor of Starfleet Academy.

If you'd told me 24 hours ago

I'd be saying those words, well...

...the truth is, I'm surprised.

And so...

...we begin.

Ad astra per aspera.

"Through struggle, the stars."

Your generation, more than any other,

knows how true that is.

Some of you are here for your families,

some for yourselves.

Some of you are the first of your species.

Some, the last.

But you are all the first Academy class

to return to our campus in San Francisco

after more than 120 years.

I know many of you have never been to Earth.

This will be a beginning, one of many.

There, you will learn the skills that shaped

our greatest officers.

Officers who began their journeys at Starfleet Academy

and went on to become legendary.

Like them, you will learn to dream without limitations.

But you'll also be getting an education

of a different kind aboard this vessel,

the Athena, named for the goddess of wisdom.

Our ship, where you will live and train,

will become a vital part of our campus in San Francisco,

and, when called, she will carry us out into the stars

so that all the galaxy can become our classroom.

We will ask you to give more of yourselves

than you knew you had.

But one thing is for sure.

Whatever challenges came before today

led you to this moment.

And now you decide if they define you.

It's time to build the future.

Ah, my chief medical officer.

How we doing, Doctor?

I'm pleased to report all cadets' physicals

and vaccinations are complete, Captain.

They're springy little zygotes.

We're ready to go on your order.

Lieutenant Dandrid, unclamp moorings

and initiate dock clearance maneuvers.

Aye, Captain.

NAHLA: All right, people.

Let's go to San Francisco.

Retracting transways and initiating induction.

Activating enhanced internal sensors.

In five...

...four...

...three...

...two...

...one.

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: The Philosophy Society invites you to join them

for deep thoughts in the Athena observation room.

Hi.

Hello.

-CADET: Hi. -CADET 2: Hey.

-I like your... -DOT: Excuse me, excuse me,

-excuse me, excuse me. -Bonjour.

Hello.

Buongiorno.

Buong...

Uh-- oh.

You speak Tamza?

One of my favorite dead languages.

Mine, too.

I'm Genesis.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Sam. Are we friends now?

(inhales sharply) That depends.

What's it gonna cost me?

You know, I assume there's yearly membership fees,

basic dues, tithes and offerings.

Oh, you're giving your friendship away for free?

What a mark. I'll take it.

(grunts)

Like this. Mm-hmm.

You were messing with me?

(laughs): Indeed, I was.

So, do you have a favorite Earth restaurant

or landmass or volcano?

I've never actually been to Earth before.

Or any planet.

Ever?

I'm Dar-Sha on my dad's side.

So I grew up moving with him from starbase to starbase.

Well, I've never been to Earth either.

-Oh. -A relatable life experience for us both

which can lay the groundworks to a bond of mutual affection.

Oh, no, I am sorry.

-No apology needed. -You okay? Sorry. -Yeah.

Wow, I-I'm sorry.

So... who are we spying on?

Please return them.

-Nah, don't think so. -GENESIS: Hey.

Really, you want to pick a fight with a Klingon on day one?

-DAREM: Depends. -GENESIS: Can we knock it off?

Yeah.

Ah-ah.

(groans)

JAY-DEN: Your challenge holds no value

for me.

-Yeah? -Does for me.

The asshole always pops up early.

Maybe I just tag your ear to warn everyone.

And what are you, huh, his attack dog?

-MAN: Oh... -Bow wow.

You pissed you had to leave

the servants at home or something?

They wipe your ass for you like your friends here do?

Oh, I'm the first Khionian to make it to Starfleet.

-Mm. -Gonna be a captain.

Ah.

You ever mattered enough to be first at anything?

I'm about to be the first person in Starfleet

to make a Khionian cry.

-Do it, then. -Do. Not.

(growls)

Why am I receiving reports

that everyone's catecholamine levels are spiking?

You're all suddenly in a stress hormone bouncy house.

Whatever you're doing, stop it.

All cadets are requested

to report immediately to Sato Atrium

for club activities registration.

Shoo.

Oh, and don't forget to stop by the Opera Club booth.

Singing makes you breathe.

Breathing is stress management.

They resist at their own peril.

(the Doctor singing)

Do you know who that was?

(laughs) Come on.

(sighs)

-SAM: Where are we going? -GENESIS: Exploring.

SAM: Oh, okay.

They're cool.

I watch birds.

M-My mother-- she taught me

to see the beauty in things.

Nice.

(speaking Klingon)

It means: "A warrior does not

"let a friend

face danger alone."

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: All cadets, you are officially out on your own.

It's time to experiment--

with electives, that is.

You must select at least two

in your first semester, at least one

-in your second semester... -THE DOCTOR: You, sir...

why not consider the Opera Society?

Murder, betrayal,

suicide?

Just give it a try.

Anyone? No one?

Heathens.

(huffs, grunts)

No takers?

Ah. (chuckles)

Soprano, mezzo-soprano or alto?

You're the Emergency Medical Hologram Mark One.

"Doctor" will suffice.

W-W-Wait-wait! I prepared a speech. (clears throat)

-Greetings. -Oh.

-Oh, dear. -I am Series Acclimation Mil.

But in the interest of not being mocked relentlessly

by my fellow cadets, I'm going with Sam.

Ah, yes.

(clears throat) You're our first holographic student.

The first of our kind created with the sole purpose

of reintegrating with organic life-forms.

I enjoy, um, normal teenage things

like hanging with friend groups, studying,

and reasonable acts of rebellion.

-(chuckles politely) -Well, you know, occasional acts of rebellion.

Okay, there probably won't be any rebellion.

May I ask, how long have you existed?

You may, thank you.

I was programmed to feel 17,

but I've only existed a little over four months on Kasq.

And Kasq is a colony of holograms?

-We prefer "photonics." -Hmm.

Doctor, I can't help noticing

you seem more mature than excepted.

I prefer "distinguished, professorial,

-ruggedly sophisticated." -Hmm.

About 500 years ago, I added an aging program

to my matrix to put organics at ease.

-Of course. As my new mentor... -No, no.

...please tell me how you exist around all this,

like, flesh and blood?

Sometimes I feel invisible.

But mostly awkward.

I don't think I was programmed to be awkward.

That's not because you're photonic, Sam.

It's because you're 17.

You're just beginning a new phase of your life.

Tragically, the only way out

is through, then your adolescent memories

will wake you screaming for the rest of your adult life.

As you see, I'm no one's mentor.

But you were.

To Voyager's crew, to the children of the Protostar,

to Dal and Murph and Captain Gwyndala and...

-Uh... -Your sensitivity calibrations are spiking.

Have I said something

inappropriate or, uh, frightening?

My interactive subroutines are functioning perfectly.

And I fear nothing.

I do, however, encourage you to join the Opera Club.

We're starting with Il Trovatore, "Di Quella Pira."

It's miraculous.

I bid you adieu.

(stammers)

Bye.

(indistinct announcements over P.A.)

COMPUTER: Communication subsystem override.

Access granted.

ANISHA (echoes): Again.

YOUNG CALEB: Nah-ru,

Xela, Bhak, Cali, Squill.

ANISHA: That's ours.

Our secret code.

Yours and mine.

Encryption key: Nah-ru, Xela,

Bhak, Cali, Squill.

COMPUTER: Frequency secured.

Messages?

No messages received.

(exhales)

Mom, are you getting these?

I've looked for you in so many places,

left so many messages.

I'm going to Earth.

We were gonna see it together.

Remember?

Mom, I'm afraid

for you. They...

They said you'd gotten free.

They're probably just saying that

-to mess with my head. -GENESIS: Hi.

I'm pretty sure hacking an instructor's console

is a code violation.

You gonna rat me out or shake me down?

(laughs softly)

Hmm.

I want to learn how to kill a man with a toothbrush.

You were in prison, right?

That's the rumor, anyway.

Teach me

in exchange for my silence.

I'm also gonna need someone to cover all of my shifts

on the duty roster,

probably someone to dress me in the morning. Oh.

And I want all of my food pre-chewed

and spit into my mouth like a baby bird.

-Please. -Can't do it.

Don't have a toothbrush.

Hmm. You should.

Don't have anything. Don't plan on staying.

Then what are you worried about?

You are wound very tight.

I don't want anything.

At the moment.

But I'll let you know.

You're not gonna rat me out?

(scoffs) For being gullible?

(whispers): Definitely.

See you.

Oh, by the way,

that was really nice, what you did for your friend.

He's not my...

Thanks.

* *

COMPUTER: Warp bubble is stable.

Unusual readings detected

approximately three minutes from our current position.

WELDU: Are, are you getting these weird readings?

YA: Aye. They're not making a lot of sense.

Captain, we're detecting an anomaly ahead.

It could be an ion storm.

Gravimetric shear is off the charts.

-Your charts, maybe. -Don't try me, boy.

LURA: I believe I may be able to provide some context.

Talk to me, Number One.

We're not far from the badlands, Captain.

Subspace instability may be creeping in,

and we're the first to chart it.

These would make an excellent practical study module

for the spatial harmonics lab, Captain.

All right. Well, let's not total the ship on our first run.

(Lura chuckles)

Helm, drop us out of warp, make your speed maximum impulse.

Give it a wide berth, train every sensor we've got on it.

Aye, Captain.

(thunder rumbling)

NAHLA: Shouldn't we be experiencing

some of that off-the-chart shear,

even at this distance?

Captain, I'm picking up sources of tachyon interference

100,000 kilometers to port.

12 contacts, incoming.

They tricked our sensors.

Red alert, raise shields,

target those contacts and take them out.

Get to the kids.

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: All hands to stations.

All cadets, you must return to your quarters.

-This is not a drill. -THE DOCTOR: Keep moving.

Don't panic. Breathe.

Breathing is your friend.

-LURA: Go! -THE DOCTOR: Go on.

LURA: Go! This is not a drill.

What is that?

Helm not responding.

It's draining our power, Captain.

Captain, it's the Venari Ral.

Fire full spread.

We can't. The programmable matter disabled our turrets.

Target locked on us

at 320 degrees, mark 2.

Primary power at 86% and falling.

-Ten percent. -USS Athena under attack by the Venari Ral.

(alarm sounding)

we have no operational weapons.

and scan me a sample of active matter

I've survived pressure differentials up to 7,000 pounds

and temperatures as low as -271 degrees Celsius.

For how long?

...I like it.

Hey, good luck.

DAREM: I'm, uh, heading towards the port side of the saucer now.

(groans)

Z035T7H21390RA16!

COMPUTER: Algorithm encoded.

Hurts me to say this, man, but great job.

DAREM: Bite me.

Caleb to ship. Central Command.

Have an excellent day.

Mir, you're on.

COMPUTER: Loading protocol.

(tongue clicking)

You know, I can always smell a lie.

Hi, Little Fish.

My, my, my, how we've grown.

-You weren't wrong, you know? -Huh?

Hating you did keep me warm at night.

We're home.

* If you're going *

* Be sure to wear *

So what?

So I cut you a deal.

...without your best chance of finding your mother.

I had a son.

He was a cadet here.

His class was on a ship when the Burn hit.

Snap.

I've had over 120 years to think about

You do a lot of that stuff to protect your child, you know?

I'm not him.

I'm aware.

90 days.

100 hours.

Second chances.