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♪ I'm trying to fly a UFO ♪

♪ Don't really do this often ♪

♪ Plus I forgot
all the controls ♪

♪ Me and my sexy problems ♪

♪ If love's the drug
then I'm a mug ♪

♪ And I've tried
plenty of them ♪

♪ You're the best version
that I've seen ♪

♪ No GPS, no ETA ♪

♪ I don't know what I'm doing ♪

♪ Now my world's exploded ♪

♪ I was hoping
I could maybe move in ♪

♪ If love's the key,
I've lost a bunch ♪

♪ Something just
keeps me looking ♪

♪ You're the best version
that I've seen ♪

♪ And I need ♪

♪ Somewhere to land ♪

♪ I might as well fall ♪

♪ Into your earthly hands ♪

♪ So let me know ♪

-Stop it.
-I'm telling you.

♪ UFO ♪

Humans aren't the center
of the universe,

believe it or not.
So, "tell me

about your first time" has
a completely different meaning

- for everyone else.
- Yeah, no, I get that,

but I'm... I'm just trying

to fully grasp
what you just said.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
He was part Deltan,

and I didn't know
that for Deltans,

there's this whole thing
with bowls of cleansing milk

you're supposed
to douse your body with,

and then his extended family
dances around you

in a circle with these weird
Deltan, like, tambourines.

- No.
- Yes.

- No, family tambourine dancing?
- Yes, family tambourine dancing.

So much has happened
to me in my life,

but nothing
is worse than this story.

- Yeah. Then...
- I feel sick.

...they drape you in the robes

of ancient star mariners,

and then you have to sing
the ancient mariner duet

called "Fruitful Coupling."

Unfortunately,
I'm gonna need to hear the song.

Well, then you're gonna have
to hook up with a Deltan

because it haunts me
and I will not be singing it.

Eh, I'd rather just
hook up with you again.

You sure?

Oh, yeah.

'Cause you know that Deltans,

they do this thing...

Uh-oh.

W-What?

Are you serious?

- What, you don't believe me?
- No, I don't believe you.

- That's so--
- I'll show you right now.

♪ I'll water your plants ♪

♪ I'll share your socks ♪

♪ But I can't hold your hand ♪

♪ With my fingers crossed ♪

♪ I thought I was sure ♪

♪ But I guess I'm not ♪

♪ And you're the best version
that I've seen ♪

♪ I need... ♪

Open your eyes.

I wanted you to feel safe.

With me.

Hey, don't--

- I love you!
- Mom!

Were we... in my head?

That was in my head.

I thought we were in your head.
How did you--

I swear,
I didn't do that on purpose.

It just... happened.

I'm so sorry.

Your mom--

It's not something
I wanted to share.

Okay? You could have
at least warned me.

- I just said--
- I mean, do you just go around,

'cause that's...
that's not cool.

Okay? If it's a weird Betazoid
thing, then you should just--

I should what?

Control it better? Hide?

You can't just go into my head
and see things like that.

It's not a weird Betazoid thing.

It's part of who I am.

I'm not for everyone. I get it.

All cadets participating
in today's

joint Academy exercise

will report to the Atrium
in ten minutes.

- That's not what I meant.
- Stop.

I really am sorry.

Tarima.

There was a time
when Starfleet could travel

through Federation territory
without a second thought.

Today, the galaxy is a hell
of a lot more complicated.

As future

Starfleet officers,
you'll encounter challenges

your predecessors never had
to imagine, let alone face.

It's our job to prepare you
for the unimaginable.

That preparation begins now.

Take a moment, look outside.

This is a ship graveyard.

A few years ago,

the War College began
using this site

as a training ground
for crisis response.

Today, the War College
and Starfleet Academy

will work together
in a joint training exercise.

We will be using that ship--

the USS Miyazaki.

It carried an experimental
warp alternative

called "the Singularity Drive."

But when the crew
first activated it,

the ship was destroyed

by a cascading series
of mechanical failures.

Her crew perished.

Half of you will go on board

to simulate
a crisis response mission.

The other half will remain
on the Athena bridge on alert

so you can learn
how to effectively monitor

and support crew members
on away missions.

Chancellor.

You will work in two teams

to reactivate life support
aboard the Miyazaki,

then restart the ship's computer
in under one hour.

Blue Team, led
by Lieutenant Commander Tomov,

will use Starfleet's newest
plasma-based life-support system

and travel over via shuttle.

No questions will be permitted.

And no additional information
will be provided

while en route.

Blue Team will have
tactical support from Red Team,

who will provide operational
and logistical support

from Athena's bridge.

Away missions only succeed
with teamwork.

Blue and Red must work together.

If you fail to revive the ship
within 60 minutes,

the away team will return
to the shuttle,

and both teams will be replaced
by the next rotations.

When shift change is called,
take your assigned stations.

Do not replace
your Red Team counterpart

until handoff
has been confirmed.

and the lives
of those around you may depend

on your ability to make the most
of limited resources.

In five years,
no team has scored above 65%.

Good luck.

Once you have finished
your Miyazaki shift,

please report to
the cadet master's office

for a mandatory debrief.

Are you meditating?

This challenge... echoes for me.

My path to the War College began

when I first read
of the Miyazaki

in Tales From the Frontier,

a source of hope in darker days.

Tales From the Frontier?

A comic book.

Adventure stories
of the Miyazaki and her crew.

I would have followed
Captain Chi anywhere.

Federation propaganda.

Feel-good, colonizing bullshit
to brainwash poor kids

into fighting the good fight
for Big Brother Starfleet.

Or inspire them.

A concept clearly
beyond your understanding.

Enough jib-jab.
Let's focus on teamwork.

I need you functioning
as a unit over there.

My shore leave depends on it.

Sir?

I wagered Commander Lura
you would be the ones

who finally restore power
on the Miyazaki.

Don't let me down.

I haven't been off this ship
in six months.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
The cadets' shuttle

has departed shuttle bay,
Captain Ake.

Scans show that all systems
and sensors are nominal.

They're approaching
the Miyazaki now.

Commander Tomov,
what's your status?

Athena,
we have lock. Do you copy?

Lock is stable.
You're clear to board.

Wake up that ship!

60 seconds, and I lose my bet

that you could jump-start
life support

within two minutes of boarding.

Perhaps my confidence
was misplaced.

Tick-tock.

Is programmable matter
permitted?

It's not forbidden.

Cadet Mir has done his homework.

Initiating reroute.

I can't believe you bet Tomov

that Blue Team wouldn't make it
in two minutes.

- I want in.
- What's the wager?

An extra day of shore leave

against one gamma shift watch
says you lose.

Mm-hmm.
They're already down to...

34 seconds.

Accepted.

30 seconds.

standing your lonely watch,

I will be drinking ghan'aq

and reciting your name

along with the many who have
fallen to my superior...

Captain, we have power readings
on the Miyazaki.

They did it.

Now I'm grumpy.

Oh...

Uh-huh.

Well done, Mir.

Life support is online.

You may deactivate
your plasma shields.

You're welcome.

Captain, I'm getting
some weird readings here.

They look almost
like transporter signals,

but I've never seen
anything like it.

No, this signature is not us.

It's not Starfleet.

Is this part of the exercise?

Nobody else has clearance
to board.

- Scan for incoming vessels.
-15.

No. Make that 30
unknown power sources moving

in a spherical configuration
around the Miyazaki.

Captain,
ten new life-form readings

just appeared out of nowhere.

They're boarding the ship.

Emergency transport,
get Blue Team out now

and take us to lockdown mode.

No personnel
in or out of Academy decks.

Talk to me, Lura.

I cannot get a lock
on Blue Team.

Our transporter signal
is blocked.

There's a massive
energy field surrounding

the Miyazaki.

It's jamming all systems.

I-I got no sensors, no comms.

- We're being hailed.
- Red Alert!

Put it through.

I am N'Duwo Skra.

And I claim this salvage
for the Furies.

I am Captain Nahla Ake
of the United Federation.

We are hungry, Nahla Ake.

I would like to resolve
this situation immediately

to our mutual satisfaction.

Latinum. 30,000 bars.

You have five hours.

No Starfleet vessels
within a light-year,

or I eat his flesh.

What's happening?

Shift rotation
has been suspended.

- Is this a drill?
- Would that it were. Stay put.

You've been
running this exercise

for years with no problems.
We scanned every inch.

They arrived just after we did,
according to the last readings

we received before
the jamming field went up.

So they likely have
a cloaked vessel nearby.

Explains the five-hour window.

They probably can't maintain
their cloak for much longer.

We're paying
the-the ransom, yes?

The Latinum is set for transfer,

but, Nahla,
you need to know that

the Furies have a nasty habit
of killing their hostages

even after
their demands are met.

What else do we know about them?

Almost nothing, except
they're human-alien hybrids.

Skra killed 19 guards breaking
out of prison the last time.

He operates
in the disputed territories

and pays his mercenaries
a fortune

because their survival
is never guaranteed.

All right, if their ship's
cloaked, maybe we can

take out their jamming field.

I have five capital ships

waiting to jump to warp

one light-year
from your position.

There's no way a frontal assault
ends without bodies.

There may be another way.

Oh, but it sticks in my craw,
and I'm loath to even say it.

The Furies have had
a few dust-ups

with the Venari Ral
in Sector 119.

The man responsible for getting
rid of them is our old friend.

You're not actually suggesting

we ask Nus Braka for help?

Look, I fully recognize

it's a wildly dangerous gamble.

With less than five hours,
it's the best of bad options,

- not good ones.
- Excuse me.

The man tried
to take over our ship.

I'm well aware, Captain.

Starfleet intelligence indicates

that Nus used some sort
of specialized weapon

to clear the Furies
out of Sector 119.

Braka might be willing to share
that information with us

for a price.

How do we even know where he is?

Venari Ral activity
has increased

in the outskirts
of Federation space.

Intelligence suspects
he's nearby.

Command is willing to suspend
his outstanding warrants

for 72 hours
if he'll come to us.

The enemy of our enemy.

Is usually just another enemy.

This one's an asshole.

My cadets are trained
to deal with hostage situations.

They know the rules.

Tomov will keep them safe
until we find a viable solution.

Who goes out
of the airlock first?

You...

You go first!

Ah!

Behind you! Look out behind you!

Go! Go! Go!

Get to the bridge now!

The Miyazaki bridge has
emergency seals.

Find the manual control!

- Almost there.
-Athena, come in.

Do you read me?

Comms for our deltas are down.

It's not that bad. I'm okay.

Bridge is secured.

This might scar.

What's a soldier
without a few scars?

Are you sure you are not
part Klingon?

Why haven't they
transported us out yet?

Or-or sent in a-a rescue team
or something?

Because the Furies have
some tactical advantage

that they cannot overcome
without risking our lives.

- Or worst-case scenario--
- Don't.

You heard that asshole earlier.

He was gonna send
a message to Athena

by chucking one of us
out of the airlock.

- She's still there.
- Focus.

This is what we train for.

What happened back there?

- Commander Tomov...
- Followed protocol.

He sacrificed himself.
Without even thinking.

A famous officer once said,

"The needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few.

Or the one."

Move! Move, move!

Clear the door!

The emergency lockdown system
is not enough.

The force field is off.
We must bring it back online.

I have an idea.

Computer...

Can you hear me?

The computer
has been nonfunctional

for over a century.

Its main power is off.
It is dead.

No, not dead. Just...

sleeping.

The computer was able
to transfer itself

to the few undamaged sections
of the system,

but there's not enough space
left to download its data,

so it divided itself,

scattering pieces of its memory
into micro-pockets of code.

Waiting for someone
to put it back together.

A search through that many lines
of code would require years.

For you.

What is it, Number One?

Something was just ejected

from the Miyazaki's airlock,
Captain.

Enhance.

No, no. No, no.

- Number One.
- They-they killed him.

Medbay, now.

I'm sorry.

Cadets, back
to your training posts now.

Let's go.

Looks like it's Nus's lucky day.

Let's hope the space pirate's
willing to parley.

Do it.

Oh, Nahla, Nahla,

my space boo, my solar flame,

my interstellar bestie!

The hills are alive
with the sound of murder

and I'm just,
I'm wanked, spanked

and ready to be a diplomat.

You look terrible.

Oh.

Mmm.

Oh, that is a slippery
cat-piss aftertaste.

Lovely.

Oh. Overtones
of creamy flatworm.

Wow!

Okay, as you asked,

I think that's every añejo

certified by the Court
of Galactic Sommeliers

that our replicators are
capable of creating, so...

I appreciate it.

It's quite a different bouquet

when the Federation's deciding
to be hospitable, mm?

That's, uh, that's
fancy tequila talk, you know.

We appreciate you

consulting with us
on our problem today.

Problem?

Problem?

Yeah. Problem.

"Sorry, Mom and Dad, but, uh,

we left your kids
in the shredder."

I understand you may have
identified a weapon

to which the Furies
are vulnerable.

Yeah, you know why
I'm so good at my job?

- Humility?
-I know what I can do

and what I can't do.

And I can't control
those savages.

Here's what you need
to get about the Furies:

they hate being Furies.

Yeah, they're in ball-clenching,
sphincter-puckering pain

all the time.

The only relief
they get is to just

spooge it all over other people.

You can't rely
on a species like that

to put business first.

You've built up a significant
smuggling operation

in the T-Tauri System.

Oh! You noticed, Admiral. Wow.

We understand that your
operation is the only way

some populations are able

to obtain certain necessities
in that sector.

Yeah. Well, you know,

I don't want to see
anybody suffer.

Here's the offer.

- Ah.
- Tell us what you used

against the Furies,
and we'll provide you

with additional
humanitarian supplies.

Now, personally,

I would beat you
into the next galaxy

for price gouging
and extortion--

Oh... Name the place,
Admiral, please.

See, this is the thing

about being a good guy.

You don't get
what you want.

Now my dad was a bad guy

and if he wanted, he got to beat
the shit out of me hourly.

- Lucky man.
- Mm, yeah.

I've got big shoes to fill.

Anyway.

Yeah, he always told me,

he'd say,

"Nustopher, if you want to be
a really excellent bad guy

"so people truly hate your guts,

"oh, control
the flow of traffic, boy.

"You do that, you'll make more

"selling crappy Raktajino
at rest stops

"than you'd ever make
busying yourself

with cargo or pirates."

- Is there a point to this?
-Yes.

There is a point, Admiral.

Stick with me.

Mm? You see, once upon a time

I had my own
little piece of byway.

A lovely stretch of space
between two unstable wormholes.

Anybody who wanted to get
from Taygeta I to Taygeta IV

had to go via moi.

But not long ago,

the Federation started supplying
dilithium to Taygeta I,

and now the folks over there
can just bend space-time

and go right around me.

So I'm finding myself with a lot
of cold Raktajino on my hands.

You want me to tell you
how to get rid

of that batshit cannibal
out there?

Stop supplying dilithium
to Taygeta I.

I'll need to speak
with the president.

Yeah. Soon.

Yeah, I mean,
I'm not on the clock, but, uh,

your cadets are about to be

tender, tasty teen cutlets
in a few hours.

Well, this is nice, right?

Alone at last, huh?

I have been thinking a lot
about you, Nahla.

I haven't thought
about you at all.

Maybe you should.

You're a means to an end.

You're at least smart enough
to know that.

You know...

You never talk to me,
do you, Nahla?

Always talking at me.
Always talking through me.

From that first day you sent me
off to prison, you were so...

high and mighty.

Why don't we just
see if we can't start over

by having a conversation, hmm?

A conversation is...

a fair exchange of ideas
between equals.

- Ah.
- And you're right.

I don't see you
as either fair...

or equal.

And you certainly
don't set the terms.

Oh, now, now, now. See,
now that's where you're wrong.

The one who sets the terms is

the one who doesn't care.

I don't care
about your problems.

I don't care about dead cadets.

Your job is to figure out
what I do care about.

So, speak to me with respect,

and, uh...

...sit your ass in that chair

until I tell you to get up...

...or I won't help you
find a way

to get your kids off that ship.

- What is it, cadets?
- See this debris displacement?

This reading was taken

just after the Blue Team's
shuttle launched.

That has to be the Furies' ship
moving through the cloud here.

So they're now somewhere between
this point and the Miyazaki.

Which means their navigator
is constantly adjusting

to remain undetected.

Excellent work, cadets.

- It was Genesis mostly.
-Commander Lura,

we should use this to track
their most likely course

through the field
since they arrived.

An ingeniously simple approach.

Uh, if the Athena starts moving
through the field

looking for them,
they'll know we're onto them.

But couldn't something
like a probe move undetected

if it goes really slow?

Like sub-impulse slow?

I've created a sensor profile

to scan for the size in debris
variation we'd need to target.

Cadet Lythe,
I've read your file.

You use your eyes
with the precision of a hengra.

You will help me pilot
our space probe.

Cadet Lythe, we'll start mapping
the safest route for that probe.

Reymi, you can give us a hand.

- Let's find that ship.
- GENESIS/DAREM: Yes, sir.

Can't you go faster?

Any faster and I'll melt

whatever circuits
the computer has left!

Speaking of melting!

available on Deck 19.

Unauthorized
intruders on the bridge,

bridge, bridge.
200 souls remaining on board.

M-M-Mayday.

Seven escape pods. Five.
M-M-Mayday!

Computer, you've been offline
for 125 years,

you're not under attack.

Not under the same attack!

Input error. Procedure error.

Compu-Computer,
we're Starfleet cadets.

Respond as we command.

Medbay, Captain Chi's
blood pressure is dropping.

Lieutenant Nestor-Zullo
is unresponsive.

It is still trying
to save its crew.

It doesn't know
that they're gone.

So, how do we convince it?

The comics may be useful.

They detail the entire history
of the Miyazaki

all the way up until the moment
the crew was lost.

Computer, read media input 737.

Look at its metadate.

Stardate 898898.3.

S-Scanning to verify

historical record of
Miyazaki c-c-crew.

Computer,
bring the force field online!

Initiate command now!

The crew was off
on another adventure.

This time, a rescue mission.

Something went terribly wrong.

Find me.

Hey, Tarima, hey, hey, hey.

Stay with me.
You're good, you're good.

- You're good.
- I just connected to Caleb.

I think they're
gonna die over there.

I can feel it, Ocam,
they don't know what to do.

- They don't know what to do.
- Okay. You're okay, you're okay.

Ah, you know,
I don't know how you do it.

Look after all these kids

when you've lost a kid yourself.

That's pretty obvious,
even for a lowlife like you.

- Time heals all, Braka.
- Yeah, but...

you don't exactly
experience time, do you?

I mean, not like the rest of us.

Yeah, I've done my homework,
Chancellor.

Yeah, I, uh, I read

that since Lanthanites
essentially live forever...

...they can lose sight
of when things begin and end.

Did your dad teach you
your native language?

Because you don't even have
finality words

like "end" and "done."

I'm only half-Lanthanite.

Still, I mean, uh,

without the beginnings
and ends of things,

you could get caught
in a trauma loop

that just goes on and on
and on forever.

Right?
I mean, that's terrifying.

That'll keep you up nights.
Right?

Smart to become a teacher,
so you can see

the beginnings and ends
for all these kids.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. "Cards on the table" time.

You know we're scared
of you, right?

Nahla Ake, the captain
who had the sand

to sacrifice her own son
to save her ship?

Oh, yeah. We Venari Ral know
all about that.

We are in awe of that.

How you got the SOS
when your boy's ship went down,

but you...
you stayed with your crew.

And, uh, he was on a vessel
like the Miyazaki, right?

And like the Miyazaki,
it went down piece by piece,

system failure
by system failure.

I mean, does staring at that
stir it all up again for you?

'Cause in one lifetime,
your son could've lived

the lifetimes of everyone
aboard your ship combined.

And if you'd jumped ship,

maybe you could've saved him,

maybe the two of you could've
shared that lifetime together.

I mean, we don't do
that kind of sacrifice.

No, ma'am.

Or duty.

Or whatever you tell yourself
when you can't sleep

in an endless, endless night.

Oh, and now you've got
our mutual friend Caleb Mir.

You know, alas, another child
you should've saved

a long time ago, but once again,

you chose
some strange duty instead.

Oh, no.

He's on the Miyazaki, isn't he?

With the cannibals.

Oh, no.

Ah, those crazy bastards

don't quit until
they taste blood.

I've seen them pick a carcass
clean, asshole and all.

And I'm talking
about a Klingon carcass.

Not to mention
the constant drain on my time,

my money, my firepower.

Oh, my, that-that is
some cosmic poetry right there!

What if he dies
on that ship today?

How will you know
if he forgives you?

And if you never know,
doesn't that mean

he dies for you
over and over again,

every day, forever?

No, I am not lying
when I tell you

I'm honestly
scared for you, babe.

FEMALE VOICE [over P.A.]:
Captain Ake, your presence

is required on the bridge.

Yeah, run on back.

You've got all the time
in the world!

The cadets on the Miyazaki
locked themselves on the bridge.

They're safe, but not for long.

Have they reestablished contact?

No. I can see them.

Through Caleb.

I can get to him through
whatever's blocking us.

Cadet Sadal requires

a psilosynine dampening implant
for emotional control.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

That file's crazy old,
it's not her whole story.

It's not even accurate.

Look, Betazoids are Betazoids.

You know, we sense stuff.

But Tarima's...

She's special. She's more.

When she feels a strong
connection to someone,

she can go in.

But when, when--

When I was little, I...

I couldn't control it.

I couldn't...

...regulate.

That was before the implant.

If I got angry or hurt,
I could...

I did damage.

It was an accident.

I understand.

It was Dad.

She got angry and blew out
his auditory cortex.

Honestly, like, I think
she kind of did him a favor,

'cause I was trying to teach
myself the trumpet that week,

and our house was--

I'm so sorry.

I'm more in control now.

I can connect to Caleb again
and talk to him.

If something happens to him,

if something happens to any
of them, and I could've helped--

The power we'd be asking you
to use,

the amount of psilosynine
flooding your system,

you could go into shock.
Or worse.

One of the things
the War College has taught me,

that you taught me,
is to see the task clearly.

I can see what I have to do,

and I can see I'm the only one
on this ship who can do it.

Let me try.

Twice in past exercises,

our cadets have tried
to restore power on Miyazaki

by reactivating
the singularity drive.

The drive that caused
catastrophic failures

the last time it was turned on.

Last semester,
my cadets installed

a program to safely restart it,

but failed for lack of time.

If Sadal can tell the cadets

to restore the drive,
even briefly,

the gravimetric
displacement caused

by Miyazaki's deflector
would disrupt

the jamming field long enough
for us to transport them out.

Sir, from what I
could see, Caleb and the others

might not be able to get
to Engineering... at all.

Sam, we're out of time!

- Almost there.
-The ship's computer

did everything it could
to save them.

The crew did not survive.

I'm sorry. We're your new crew.
Now, do you understand?

The crew did not survive.

Down, down, down!

We are your new crew!

- Do you understand?!
- Come on, come on, come on.

Move, move, move!

Computer, activate force field
and seal that door!

Confirmed.
Activating force field.

You are the new crew of
the Miyazaki.

Breach sealed.
Awaiting further commands.

They will find another way in.

What happened with Nus?

The expected
pedestrian mind games,

but he slipped up.

I knew he would
if I sat there long enough.

The Furies won't
leave him alone.

He knows they'll make
his life miserable.

He needs us as much
as we need him.

But...

But?

Nus is a devious guy.

This is...

relatively straightforward.

Too straightforward.

I'm worried
we're missing something.

This is the message
to Blue Team.

Once you go under,
I'll be monitoring you

and will reactivate
your inhibitor

at any sign of danger.

But how will I know when to--?

You'll be able to hear my voice

and I will tell you
when to give the order.

In writing:
the Federation agrees

to all your dilithium
distribution crap in Taygeta I.

It's everything you asked for.

There's a shuttle waiting
to fly you away

once you give us what we need.

Now, uh, you wouldn't respect me
if I didn't ask

for a little sweetener,
am I right?

There are incentives there

for every hostage
you manage to free.

- Right, but--
- But you have a problem.

I'm sorry. I have a problem?

Yeah.

You're scared.

Ha!

Whatever you did to get
the Furies off your back

in Sector 119 won't keep them
off your back.

They're crazier than you are,

which I didn't think
was possible.

I have full control
of Sector 119.

Bullshit. You're here because
you're a cringing

little crybaby coward
trying to get the Federation

to keep a playground bully away.

Whoa. Hey. What--?

Cowards always have
multiple agendas,

because deep down,
they know they're failures.

If I was a failure, I'd be dead.

We should all be so lucky.

Now, we can get rid
of the maniacs,

or we can let them eat your
lunch until the end of time.

Don't be a dick.

Tell me how to stop the Furies,
tell me what I need to know...

- Hey! Oh!
- ...or get the hell off my ship.

O-Okay! Oh!

Okay!

- They're bats?
- Part lynar.

Their inner ears are
particularly sensitive

to high sonic frequencies.

Nus used a sonic weapon
to clear them out of Sector 119.

Starbase J19-Alpha,
it's an experimental platform

for new weapon systems
not far from here.

They have
an Intrepid-class ship,

the Sargasso,
that should be able to make

the necessary
modifications en route

to emit a sonic disruption beam.

How long before
they could arrive?

Within a half hour.

So, assuming we find
that cloaked ship by then,

Sargasso comes in hot,
hits them with the sonic weapon.

When the cloak falls,
it drops the jamming field,

and we only have
a few precious seconds

to transport the cadets out

before the Furies know
what's happening.

As a backup, we use Tarima Sadal
to instruct the cadets to bring

the singularity drive online.

That breaks the field,
and we grab them.

Lura, how we doing
on those coordinates?

Almost there. Braka has
departed with the shuttle.

We'll track his impulse
signature as long as possible.

Understood. Monitor his comms
while you're at it.

Once we start this train,
we can't stop it.

These are our cadets' lives.

Doctor. Send her in.

Here we go.

They're trying to disable
the force field!

Caleb.

It's okay.

I'm here.

I didn't mean to make you
feel like a freak.

I've just never had someone
see that side of me before.

I know. Same.

- Am I about to die?
- No.

But you need to bring the
singularity drive back online.

It's the only way
we can beam you out of here.

That's impossible.
It's in Main Engineering.

Kelrec's convinced Captain Chi
would have been able

to access the drive
from the bridge.

Once you do, tell B'Avi
to run Tiny Fireflies,

but don't activate the drive
until I give the order.

Tiny Fireflies.
That's the name of the program.

Is Tiny Fireflies the final name

or are you accepting
alternatives?

Maybe not the best time
to workshop this?

Find that remote access
to the drive. Hurry!

Computer, I need access

to Main Engineering
on the viewscreen now.

Sensors are damaged.
I will have to reroute.

I don't care! Do it! Do it now!

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Probe search of location grid

Sector 14 is complete,
Cadet Lythe.

No enemy vessels detected.

Moving to Sector 15 now.

It's like looking
for a needle in a haystack

made of needles.

Maintain focus.

Just look for debris variation
greater than 60%.

You've got this, Cadet.

Computer, Main Engineering
on the viewscreen.

Come on, come on, come on.

Main Engineering
access in progress.

Why did they stop?

Maybe they found
a better way in.

Main Engineering
access in progress.

Main Engineering
access in progress.

What was that?

Tarima's sending us
instructions from Athena.

She's...

...in my head.

- You and her have been...?
- Yeah.

And this is exactly how
I wanted to tell you, too.

Main Engineering
access complete.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey. Look.

Welcome to the Main Engineering
access portal.

The one and only
singularity drive.

B'Avi, Tiny Fireflies.

Those words mean
anything to you?

They do.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
No enemy vessels detected.

- Moving to Sector 16.
- Come on, come on.

- Where are you?
- Scanning.

Scanning.

Debris variation
in grid 117 at... 70%.

Gotcha, you bastard.

Excellent work, Cadet Lythe.

Sargasso will arrive
at any moment.

The Doctor confirms Sadal
communicated with Blue Team.

We're standing by
to transport them aboard

the moment
that jamming field drops.

Something's not right.

What do you know
about J19-Alpha?

The space station
Sargasso was docked at.

What kind of technology
are they testing there?

The highly classified kind.

Deflector online,
target acquired.

Transmission in two minutes.

Copy, Sargasso. Go get them.

Transporters, stand by
to lock onto our kids.

Aye, Captain.

Flow regulators are green,

but field strength
is fluctuating.

Those are the safeties
we installed.

Even then, the odds
of successfully cold-starting

a singularity drive
are 80-to-one.

Didn't Chi always defy the odds?

You read the comics?

Boredom.

Wait for my signal.

I'll tell you when.

Sargasso's deflector will
reach maximum power

in 30 seconds.

No tactical response
from the Furies' vessel yet.

Captain, we've intercepted a
transmission from Nus's shuttle.

It's encrypted,
but it was sent to that ship.

Get me that decryption.

Furies' vessel decloaking.

That isn't a Furies' vessel.
It's Venari Ral!

They were working together
the whole time.

Ah, that son of a bitch!

Maximum power
to forward shields.

Evasive maneuvers.

Direct hit!

The Sargasso has been
completely disabled.

Oh, gods.

I have the encrypted message.

- No audio.
- Read it!

"They took the bait.

Bon appétit."

Doctor, tell Sadal
to start the drive.

Lura, target that ship
with everything we've got!

Now, Caleb.

B'Avi, go!

It is working.

Tiny fireflies.

B'Avi...

They're through.

Jamming field is down!

Lura, get the cadets out now!

Move.

They're through the field!
They're through!

Transporter control reengaged.

Trying to lock onto the cadets.

There is too much distortion.

Sam, watch out!

Sam!

What the hell happened?

She-she ripped it out
before I could stop her.

Jamming field is restabilizing.

I still cannot get a lock.

No!

Send me back.
What happened?!

It's over.

I don't...

Why are you bleeding?

There's a field of flowers
where I grew up.

I used to hide there
when I was afraid.

Of what?

Me.

Tarima, come here.

Don't.

Look, I know you won't want
to be with me

after this, but at least
you'll be alive, okay?

What are you talking about?

No, no. No, no, no, no.

No, no.
B'Avi, wake up.

B'Avi, please.

Jay-Den, help me.

Jay-Den, please help me.

Open your eyes, B'Avi. Please.

You were right. He played us.

As soon as the Sargasso
departed J19-Alpha,

six Venari Ral ships
decloaked and attacked.

Their distress call didn't reach
headquarters right away.

Its defenses held for 18 minutes

before the station
was boarded and ransacked.

He knew we'd call in
the Sargasso.

This was about him
getting on that station.

And we handed it to him.

We don't have final numbers

on the deceased yet.

Discovery's still
collecting escape pods.

It'll be weeks
before we find out

what exactly he was after
on that station.

The president's called
for an emergency meeting

of the Security Council.

Nus Braka is about to become

the most wanted man
in the quadrant.

And no one sleeps

until we hunt him down
and end him.

Go back to San Francisco.

Trauma counselors
will be standing by

for you and your cadets.

This was my call, Nahla.

Not yours.

- He sprung a trap--
- Please.

Don't.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Incoming message.

Source unknown.

Feel free to trace
this transmission.

It'll give you something to do

while your Federation friends
count body bags.

I want you to be okay, Nahla,

I really do.

Because hating you
made me better at my job.

It's such a petty teenage thing
to say, but it's true.

I hate you.

Beyond the obvious reasons,
I hate you

because you think your way
of life is better than mine.

She'll need a specialist,
but she'll be okay.

to infect the entire universe

with the Federation's
own special strain

of bureaucratic chlamydia.

And anyone who dares
disagree with you is--

your word-- "a lowlife,"

and beneath contempt.

How is she?

Her vitals are stable,

but we don't know
how long she'll be in a coma.

because I see you,

Nahla.

I see you.

Fortunately, you know,
all that hate

opened doors in my mind.

And now I know
what I'm truly capable of.

I know!

You know, it's funny...

I was thinking,

you sent your kid
to his death to save many.

But this is
kind of the opposite, right?

You got your kid back
and everyone else died!

How's that for a trauma loop?

My gift to you.

But wait. There's more.

I still owe you something.

And believe me, it is coming
with a big red bow.

A special gift,

just for you.

You have no idea
what a difference

you've made in my life, Nahla.

I want to thank you.

'Cause you're the best teacher
I ever had.

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