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- No!
- Mama?

Hey. Hello, little fish.

Anisha mir,

you will be placed in
a rehabilitation camp.

Ha!

Y-You said you'd help me.

A federation officer died, Ms. Mir.

What's gonna happen to my son?

He'll become a ward of the federation.

Yes.

Don't trust them! Trust me.

I love you!

Hello, Ms. Mir.

This is the Athena... Mom,
mom, mom, mom, mom.

- You're just recovering...
- mom, mom, mom, mom.

No! We can't be here.
No, we can't be here.

- It's okay.
- I-I don't know

what she told you but we have to leave.

- Ms. Mir.
- No. How can we leave?

- We have to leave.
- Ms. Mir.

- We have a situation.
- No!

No!

No.

Captain, I was able

to punch a subspace comms
hole through braka's wall of death.

I can get admiral Vance and
lura for two minutes if we're lucky.

Under any other circumstances,

I would give you a ship of your
own to go wherever you want.

Caleb too, if that's his choice.

But right now,

it's only a matter of time
before nus braka finds us

and shoots us out of the sky.

Please come with me to the bridge.

Is the a then a the only star fleet vessel

- outside this thing?
- You are.

Our analysis confirms
that the wall is made up

of hundreds of individual mines,

each containing a single
particle of omega-47,

and each surrounded by an energy field

that will detonate the mines if breached.

The energy fields are overlapping

and we couldn't find an opening.

If nus detonates the entire
wall, what's the blast yield?

80,000 cubic light-years
of space destroyed.

We estimate 240 inhabited
planets within the blast area

will be immediately affected
and at least 160 billion dead.

It'll be worse than the burn.

What about discovery?

Can they jump the perimeter
through the mycelial network?

No, the fields are synchronized
on a subspace frequency.

A jump might trigger a detonation.

Nahla, what is your
current complement?

Commander Reno, the doctor, myself,

six first-year cadets...

Commander thok, admiral Vance,

this is an is ha mir, Caleb mir's mother.

Ms. Mir... Save it. I'm taking my son

and I'm getting us both off this ship

as soon as it's safe.

Ms. Mir, I understand you...

Captain, we're losing them.

Admiral, is there any intelligence

on what braka's thinking?

There must be chatter.

We're hearing he's trying
to organize a coalition

of some sort of mutual protection pact.

A cartel of non-member worlds.

Free to pillage any planet
under threat of omega-47.

I've transmitted all omega data,

including classified files.

Our analysts believe
that the energy fields

surrounding the mines are controlled

by a single subspace signal,

but we can't locate it
from behind the wall.

Athenacould.

If we find and isolate that signal,

we could jam it, bring
the whole thing down.

Braka isn't stupid.

If that signal controls his operation,

it's gonna be rigged with a fail-safe.

Any interference and
the entire wall could blow.

She's right. We have to take control

of the signal without disrupting it

to shut down those mines.
There's no other way.

Do it. Contact us again as soon as you...

incoming warp signatures!

Venari ral. At least six vessels.

Warp drive isn't responding.

There's a plasma leak.
No time to lock it down.

Red alert, shields up,
evasive maneuvers.

Keep 'em off us.

Everybody else, hold on.

Maintain power to shields.
If they drop, he'll scan us

and braka will know he's
up against a skeleton crew.

Shields are down to 80% and falling.

Reno, gather up all the cadets
and hide them in airlock b.

Kraag and sadal went
undetected for hours in there

by increasing the pressure.

- You too, Ms. Mir.
- You're going to need a reason

to be outside of federation space.

A reason that braka will believe.

And he thinks I'm dead, so I might

distract him for a couple minutes.

Cadet mir,

- you're with Reno.
- No, I'm not leaving you, mom.

No. Go, Caleb. He'll
only use you to hurt me.

Energizing.

Do you know how to
operate a tactical panel?

Take that station and tell me

if you see incoming transporter signals.

If anything happens to
my son, I'm gonna kill you.

If anything happens to your
son, you'll be doing me a favor.

Okay. You might be
hiding in here for a while,

so remember, tiny sips of air.

You may feel dizzy or off-balance

since the air pressure is rising.

If you have shortness of breath,
take down the pressure a notch.

Also, don't leave the airlock
until I sound the all-clear.

Increasing airlock pressure by 0.029%.

What I said earlier on ukeck...

You're wasting your breath.

And ours.

Plasma leak detected.

Sensors coming back on line.

Assessing structural damage.

We just lost our shields.

Reno, make that plasma leak worse.

We don't normally do that, but okay.

Incoming transports, three, two... One.

Come on, who you kidding?

It was always gonna be me in this chair.

My stars.

Can it be?

My two best gals?

Anisha! Well, you're alive!

Like Lazarus! But shorter.

And a girl.

Well, I, I admit, I'm surprised.

But not really. I mean,
what does surprise me

is just seeing you here with her.

Nothing to say?

You were awfully
chatty when I busted you

out of prison two years ago.

You practically sang
the pledge of allegiance.

Three federation stooges and a ghost.

Boo.

What the hell are you all doing out here?

You're supposed to be in there,
with the rest of the baboons.

What are the only two
people in the universe

who hate each other more than
they hate me doing together?

What a puzzle.

Is this like an "enemy
of my enemy" thing?

Enemies-in-law?

Hey, I just coined that. That's funny.

Somebody write that down.

Come on, guys, I made a funny. Laugh!

How about this one?

Four federation officers
were spotted shooting up

my marketplace on
ukeck. One was a hologram.

- That would be me.
- That would be us.

Bullshit. You people never travel light.

There isn't anybody else on this ship.

I wasn't about to risk more lives.

I made a promise to
Caleb mir to find his mother.

I found her on a planet you're
in the middle of annexing.

Boy, that trauma loop must
really be working on you.

To go through all this for a family

that despises you so very much.

Ship's clear. There's no one here.

Run it again.

Caution, warp core
containment breach imminent.

That old Chestnut again? Come on.

You pounded our hull with torpedoes.

We're pretty screwed.

You know what? You, I don't like.

At all.

But you two... You two
may be very useful today.

Yeah, why prolong the inevitable?

You're coming with me

but they're going down with the ship.

Sound good? Good.

Any last words for the...

Pathetically loyal, nearly departed?

"Leap clear of all that is corporeal..."

"And make yourself greater."

Ack. Literature.

Quelle sophistication.

Ack!

Get us out of here!

What the hell was that about?

She was telling me to run
training mission hermes 19.

Doc, are you sure? We've never run this.

We're running it now.

Gently. I've had it for
almost a thousand years.

- Shields, come on.
- Impact in three... No, damn it.

Two, one.

The doctor's holographic
decoy worked, commander Reno.

The venari ral ships have gone.

However, structural integrity is failing,

and there are multiple hull breaches.

Emergency bulkheads deployed.

Everyone present and accounted for?

Aye, commander.

Where's my mother?

Braka took her. And the captain.

Where's my dad?

He's inside the main computer.

He extended his matrix
through the deflector dish

to create a hologram. It's
an illusion to make the ship

appear to have been destroyed.

Shields protected us mostly
from braka's torpedoes.

Everybody grab a station, let's go.

Sam, don't worry, I've got him.

Reuben will tango parrot
shoes to the mango patch.

Bonding? Use more glue.

Let's get him down to
the chancellor's office,

run a level-10 diagnostic on him.

- Obviously, something's wrong.
- Dad.

There's glue in the shoe.

Come with me.

- Find the shoe.
- Commander?

- Where do you need me?
- You're medical

- for the duration. Go.
- Find-find the glue.

The warp core's leaking
plasma. It's about to breach.

No, it's not. That was
just me saucing the goose.

I'm using what's left
from the power reserve

to patch the leak with a force field.

It's not going to hold much longer.

Long and short-range sensors are down.

How much of a head
start does nus have?

- Do we have their warp trail?
- Pop quiz:

Eight of us on a busted saucer

on a suicide run against
braka and his entire armada,

or 100 star fleet ships armed to the teeth

flying in for the rescue
once we take down the wall

like we were ordered
to do by our captain.

I thought star fleet doesn't
leave anyone behind.

Caleb.

I know what you're feeling,

but if he blows those mines,
it's the end of the federation

and a death sentence for
all the worlds trapped inside.

We're talking about two very
important lives... or trillions.

All right, who can tell
me what I need to fix first?

Sensors.

A minus for hesitating, but yes,

without those, we are sitting ducks.

In the meantime, lythe, plot us a course

that's far from anything known.

We need to create space
from where we are in this spot.

Reymi, you're gonna keep
us at one-eighth impulse.

One-eighth? That's less than
1,000 kilometers per second.

We may as well crawl.

Solid b.

Good calculating

but I am gonna have to
dock points for the attitude.

That's all the power we can
spare for thrusters right now.

Look sharp in case anything
approaches our position.

Sadal, start scanning
subspace for the frequency

braka's using to control the wall.

What am I listening for?

Something constant in the upper bands

that doesn't sound like standard chatter.

Mir, once we find the frequency,

we'll need a program that will allow us

to intercept the control
without interfering with it.

- How does that help us?
- You tell me.

If we can control it, we can use it

to send a signal to shut the wall down.

There's a lot of math

between here and
there but basically: Bingo.

Everyone understand their
assignments? What do we say?

- Aye, commander.
- Aye, captain.

- Not a captain.
- Fine.

All ships, I want those
grappling cables tight.

Tighter than every single

self-righteous star fleet sphincter

when they realize I took their favorite toy.

And their puberty guidance counselor.

Today, the revolution will be televised!

Caleb is alive.

Caleb is alive.

Put your arms around me.

He's safe, he's okay.

We had a plan.

Nus cannot know. He
will find them and kill them.

The only way out is together.

Showtime, girls!

And have I got a surprise for you.

Honored guests,
friends both near and far,

thank you for making
time in your busy schedules

on such short notice.

This is nus braka of the venari ral,

broadcasting to each of
you across the quadrant.

I'm speaking to the desperate,
the ignored, the left behind,

and I'm here to tell
you... You're not alone.

No.

Hell, like a lot of us, I don't
know where I was born.

I only remember we had nothing.

So we just kept moving.

When we were sick.
When we were tired.

You know, the one constant
in our lives was a steady stream

of federation supply ships
flying over our little colony.

I gotta say, to a little
kid, they were beautiful.

We waited hours to see them.

We killed time just
playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt.

And then, whoosh!

Food, water, medicine.

Every part of the galaxy.

But not for us.

They never stopped for us.

Maybe they didn't know
about our little mining colony.

Maybe they didn't see us.

They didn't know that we were starving.

We tried to stop 'em.

We shot up flares. We built fires.

They just kept flying.

It pushed my poor father to his limit.

He rigged up a weapon.

Crude, but he wanted
to take down one of those

life-saving ships.

He knew he was
signing his death warrant,

but it was the only
thing that could save us.

And he missed.

And in response, the federation

strafed us with missiles.

They rained red hellfire down on us.

My family didn't survive.

From our colony, eight of us survived.

The federation survived.

The federation that
is now rebuilding itself.

By the way, the burn
can never happen again.

But it can.

In fact, they've developed
a weapon called omega-47

that all but ensures it will,

and right now the only thing
standing between us and them

is me. And I am fed up!

So, today we're putting
the federation on trial

for their lies, for their
crimes against democracy...

the true democracy.

I never got a real trial.

Neither did this woman next to me.

We did, however, receive sentences.

It's funny how that works. Right?

But we are better than they are.

Today, we will hold a fair trial,

and broadcast it to you:

You, the people, will not
be kept in the dark anymore.

You, the people, will
know that in our new world...

the world we build together...

everybody will have a voice!

Anyone who yearns for transparency,

for truth, is welcome in my tent.

I can think of no better
proxy for the federation

than star fleet academy chancellor

and captain Nahla ake.

And no better proxy
for us as judge and jury

than an is ha mir, who
lost a child at their hands.

She alone will decide
whether the federation

deserves a reprieve,
or a more final penalty.

Justice will be served here today, folks.

Piping hot.

How's our speed?

There. Put our speed
up to one-quarter impulse.

Live a little.

What was that?

According to our newly
repaired short-range sensors,

we've drifted into a gravitational eddy.

Okay, okay, got it.

Reversing thrusters.

Reymi, don't try and fight it.

Accelerate into it.

I know it's counter intuitive... I... I can't.

Don't over correct.

- Do you want to take the helm?
- No! I'm just,

I'm trying to help.

Is that what you're doing?

'Cause it doesn't sound like it.

Knock it off, you two. And focus.

I'm just saying, it doesn't
help, it's not helping.

Your inhibitor.

You okay?

Tarima? Are you okay?

Your inhibitor.

- Is... is it broken?
- It's...

- It's... I'm fine.
- Warning.

Gravitational shear
beyond acceptable limits.

Stabilize trajectory immediately.

Okay, got it. We're clear.

Damage is minimal-ish.

Why couldn't I compensate
for the gravitational shear?

Because you were going too
fast when we hit it and you tried

to stop. Could've been worse.

I, totaled the first three
shuttles I ever flew.

It's not easy to total a
shuttle, but I had a gift.

We learn more when things go
wrong than when they go right.

Cadets, this is what it's
like to be alone in space

with no hope of rescue on a broken ship.

You can let your fear take you down,

or you can identify it as useless

and step into a better
solution. It's either that, or death.

Pick one. Mir, how's the frequency hack?

It's ready,

but we need to deploy it at
the signal's point of origin.

Which is gonna be wherever braka is.

He probably sleeps
with the master control

under his pillow. Sadal?

I'm still narrowing it down,

but I've got a few likely contenders.

Keep at it. What's next?

We only have ten percent
power to impulse engines,

no shields, no weapons.

No long-range sensors,

and our warp drive is still offline

because our patch failed,
and we're leaking plasma again.

Okay, I'm gonna need to
pay that a visit in person.

And how are we going to locate braka

without long-range sensors?

Listen to me. We'll get that wall down,

but we do one emergency at a time.

I'm gonna head down
and fix the warp core.

You're with me.

Reymi, you're still at the helm.

Steer clear of literally everything,

keep the short-range sensors at full

and let me know if anything approaches.

Aye, commander.

Mir, come. Let's go, rocket boy.

What are my orders, commander?

The conn is yours, cadet
lythe. Don't screw it up. Please.

Please, please, please.

Wait.

I think I have to pee.

Now, captain ake,

you have the right not
to answer any questions.

You understand? But if you don't,

I can't say what the hardworking folks

in our audience might
think. They might think

that the federation
has something to hide.

I have nothing to hide.

And if we're going to
pretend this is a trial,

you missed a few facts
in your opening argument.

There is no occasion
in the history of star fleet

when we have opened fire on civilians.

- Ever.
- But who writes the history, chancellor?

We weren't studying
omega-47 to make a weapon.

We-we were trying to
create a new power source.

A single particle can
provide for an entire planet

for a million years.

And you're now holding
not only the federation fleet,

but the entire quadrant hostage with it.

"Hostage" is entirely subjective.

And knowing you as I do, I
bet you have a detonator on you.

I'd ask the people listening
how they feel about a man

who's making his case
with an arsenal of warheads.

Yes, I put the federation behind a wall!

But I had the stones
to lock the bastards up

so the truth could be revealed.

They would have kept
you in the dark forever.

I'm what you call a liberator, chancellor.

Liberators don't take hostages.

But you took this woman's son hostage.

Tell us something, did he
come running to you for protection

when you brought him to the academy?

He was on his way to a prison camp.

He would have died there.

Had you not reached down

from your exalted perch and intervened.

So, you tracked him,
stalked him and told him

it's star fleet or jail. Correct?

- Yes.
- And when you put him

in the uniform of his mother's jailers,

was he happy about
that? Did he want that?

No. He did not.

He didn't want to stay.

And how did you get
him to stay, by the way?

I told him I'd help him find his mother.

No pressure there.

And it's ironic because you were the one

who separated him from her
in the first place, am I right?

- Yes.
- Yes.

No further questions.

I have a question for you.

The colony you were on, you
said it was a mining operation.

It's a little late to give a damn, captain.

- What did you mine?
- Strontium.

We signaled the federation
that we wanted to trade.

We weren't looking for a handout.

But I guess they had
more important fish to fry.

The shuttles we deployed
went to the planets

with the worst humanitarian crises.

Plagues. Starvation in the millions.

We had to make hard
choices in an impossible time.

Your colony, if you had
strontium, you had something.

There were worlds that, well...

as many of our observers can attest...

some of them just needed body bags.

Leadership, braka... it's
not for the faint of heart.

Anisha mir, come on down.

Pressure check?

Pressure check!

Anti-matter flow rate at 0.862.

I told you to let me know if
the pressure Rose above 0.86.

This is the only thing you
need to be focused on right now.

I know it's hard but it'll help.

One of the relays for
our reserve nacelles

is out of alignment.

I need to lock 'em down
and then we'll check them

one at a time.

Relay 9-gamma-6, what do you got?

I shouldn't be helping anybody.

I'm shit at it.

You never learned how.

Cue the violins.

Let me ask you something.
You already found your mom.

And you were headed off
that planet with her, right?

Just the two of you?

You had your chance
and you didn't take it.

- Why?
- They were going to get shot.

- Who was going to get shot?
- Sam.

Darem. Genesis.

They were about to get
executed. I couldn't just...

right.

Anybody would have done what I did.

No.

I've lived in two very different centuries.

And I'm telling you... no.

Very few people would
have turned around.

Remember the first day of
class when I asked you to tell me

who you are?

You just told me.

You're not essentially broken, kid.

I know it was a bumpy road getting here,

but I'm sorry to say,

you already give a
damn about your friends,

- and about star fleet.
- I just don't wanna keep

hurting people.

I'm gonna mess it up again.

I'm gonna act like an arrogant little shit.

I have absolutely no doubt about that.

Pressure's at 0.8615 and climbing.

That's the misaligned relay, right?

Great job, kid.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Turns out you don't
even need your friends

to be held at gunpoint
to do the right thing.

Well, maybe darem.

He'll make a good pilot one day.

All right.

Let's check 9-gamma-6
again. Pressure?

0.86. Right where it's supposed to be.

Anisha mir, you have
the galaxy's attention.

I-I don't know if everyone
knows what you did.

Say it.

You were convicted of felony theft.

I sent you to a rehabilitation camp.

I made your son a ward of the federation.

It was the law.

Yes.

You were just following orders.

I am haunted that all I did was resign.

You tracked my son down.

Like a dog.

Why didn't you track me down?

We tried. We didn't
know where you were.

- You escaped from prison.
- What did you expect me to do?

Sit in a cell while my son was out there?

Is that what you would do?

No. But it was good
enough for the likes of me?

I had no one.

Braka was the only one
who risked anything for me.

What did you risk for me?

What did the federation risk?

I needed what they said
they believed in, I needed

understanding and decency.

I needed you.

I know you did.

I tried.

Tried what?

You made a little show of yourself.

"We're the federation.

This isn't what I signed up for!"

And that didn't work.

So then you made another
little show of resigning.

But you didn't resign before.

You resigned after.

And then took your job as what?

A teacher.

Nothing like a soft landing.

Tell me what you want from me.

I want you to have no shelter from this.

I want you to feel it every day,

like the cold, or hunger,
or a broken bone.

I want it there when you close your eyes.

I want it there when you're
laughing, when you're drinking.

I want it there when you are grieving.

You're 400-something years old now

and for the rest of your life, I
want you to close your eyes

and see me.

That is the only way I get justice.

The only way I get to
dance on your grave.

Well, and on that note,
I'm calling a recess.

Cadet kraag to the bridge.

- Go ahead.
- We've completed

the doctor's defragmentation routine,

but nothing has changed.
He remains... Unwell.

And cadet Sam is
becoming UN... grounded.

She needs you.

How we coming on braka's frequency?

I've almost got it.

Keep at it.

Jay-den, I'm on my way.

Darem, you have the conn.

Aye, captain.

Find the glue. The glue is the bond.

Why is he still spouting nonsense?

From a medical point of
view, that is a symptom.

But we cannot find a solution
until we understand the problem.

What if we reset his matrix
to its original parameters?

We could reattach him to the mainframe

and then if we reintegrate him properly,

- maybe then...
- "if"?

Are you for real? We're
going to go with "if"?

You want to make it worse?

Did you come down here
to be a hero or something?

Why would you say something like that?

Because it was the basis
of our whole relationship.

Before I left for kasq, you were the hero

and I was always just a mirror for you.

Following you around like a puppy.

- Shoe is the glue.
- You might have felt that way.

But I didn't.

I'm not that Sam anymore.

I have her memories,

her-her awkward and
ridiculous memories,

but I'm not that Sam anymore.

You've been looking at me
with that same expectation

since I came back.

No, Sam. I look at
you like you're the hero.

What you came through?
How you handled it?

It'd be weird if you expected everything

to just stay the same.

It'd be weird if I did, too.

Do I miss the other you sometimes?

Sure.

But the Sam standing
in front of me right now,

that is the Sam that I love.

The Sam that's going to save her dad.

We have to be who we are right now.

Yes.

Yes.

The other me felt strongest
when I was speaking tamza.

Because it was just mine.

And then I met you.

You communicate in a
language that makes no sense...

But you understand each other.

What if your father has been trying

to communicate with us this entire time

but we simply do not
understand his language?

Yes! Don't cross the rub in con
with glue on your shoes.

Ham Sam hued shoes.

Dad, you just said my name.

"Crossing the rubicon," that
was an ancient military campaign.

A point of no return.

Sam, who used all the glue?

What are you trying to tell me, dad?

Don't cross the rub in con.

The rub in-part.

Find the glue on your shoe.

Rubin-part?

Do you mean rub in particles?

What's a rub in particle?

When star fleet created omega-47,

they used rub in particles
to make it easier to stabilize.

And added gluons

to increase the strength
of the molecular bonds.

"Don't cross the rubicon,
find the glue on..."

A gluon is an elementary particle.

It glues quarks together.

I think he is trying to tell us
how to stabilize omega-47.

Permanently.

If we try to get into federation territory,

or anyone tries to get
out, it all goes boom,

destroying everything.

Dad thinks, and I agree, if
we reduce the rub in particles,

the remaining gluons

might be able to
stabilize those molecules

at the heart of those mines.

Computer, run a simulation by
reducing omega-47 concentration

of rub in particles by
one-tenth of a percent

prior to harmonic stabilization.

Running mine stability simulation.

Stability failure.

Continue reducing concentration by one

one-hundredth of a percent.

67.976%.

Stability failure.

67.969%.

Stability failure.

The rub in particle concentration...

- Failure.
- The rub in particle...

- Stability improving.
- Stability improving.

Rubin particle concentration...

- Stability improving.
- Improving.

- 94%.
- Stability improving.

98%.

100%. Stability achieved.

If we can transmit an
algorithm over braka's frequency

that adjusts the particles
to this concentration,

the mines will be stable, and harmless.

We could bring down the wall.

"Science is the captain,
practice the soldiers." Anyone?

- DaVinci.
- Nice.

Sam, get working on that algorithm.

And, by the way, I've just
isolated the subspace frequency.

Okay. That means if we
can get close enough to him,

we can capture his control
frequency with my program.

So where's braka now?

I've narrowed down the
origin of his frequency

to this star system,

but I still don't have
the exact coordinates.

But it's a big planetary
system with over 167 moons,

and our long-range
sensors are still busted.

We'd be going in blind.

Unless we find another way.

See this gas giant in
the beithir star system?

If we approach from the right
vector, and drop out of warp

just as we reach its orbit,

it'll act like a... like a mask,

distorting its sensors.

It'll give us time to keep looking.

Nicely done, reymi.

If the venari ral detect us,
we won't stand a chance.

The ship is not battle-ready.

So we have to know
their exact coordinates

before we get to that gas giant.

All right, everyone, back to your stations.

Let's work on finding an answer.

Aye, commander.

Do you trust me?

I trust you.

Please trust me.

You know, I never got the
chance to thank you for this place.

I thought you hated it.

No.

Why are we here?

Privacy.

Stop me if I say something stupid.

Stop.

Your whole life,

people have been telling
you that you're dangerous.

That you're a weapon,

and that without an
implant, you can't control

this incredible gift that you have.

It's not a gift, Caleb.

And what if it is a gift?

What if it is?

What if every ounce of
struggle you've had with yourself

has been to bring you here?

Because I believe you can control it,

and I know you're the only one

to guide us through. The only one.

How? I'm not magic, Caleb.

Magic is the last thing that we need.

Do you remember the whales?

How they never got
lost in the entire ocean?

Echolocation?

Yeah.

The first time you got into my head,

you found my connection
with my mother.

Can you find her again, through me?

And lead us to her?

Wherever she'll be, that's
where we'll find braka.

Are you letting me?

I am.

It's you. It's always been you.

I'm willing to put my life on it.

Okay.

Tarima's gonna use my connection

to my mother to find her.

And if we can find her, we can find nus.

You've got this.

Okay.

Show me.

We'll always be together.

I feel her.

Can you help me?

Adjust course to 018 Mark...

291...

I got it.

She found the atrium.

I love you, too.

Course plotted, commander.

Adjusting to 018 Mark 291.

Sam, how's that stability
algorithm coming?

I'm gonna need every
minute of the half-hour it takes

to get there and then some, commander.

The gas giant's not far
from nus's coordinates.

Once we're inside the cloud,
we can capture the frequencies

and send the algorithm from there.

You make a teacher proud.

You guys together, I like it.

Hell of a lot better than
that simulation debacle.

All right, this is the last step.

As far as final exams
go, this one is a doozy.

If you pass, we live.

If you fail, we're all dead.

- No problem.
- Right.

Good talk. Now show
me pretty streaks of light.

Venari ral could be anywhere.

Make sure you keep us hidden.

There's a thick pocket of gas just ahead

that will camouflage
us nicely, if I can just

nudge us right in it.

There.

No sign that we've
activated any of their sensors.

That's some smooth flying, reymi.

What about those mines?

Isolating their control frequency.

It's coming from the atrium.

Wait. There's something
else coming from there, too.

It's broadcasting on all
available comms frequencies.

Let's hear it.

Well, folks, we've laughed, we've cried,

and now it would seem that at long last,

we have come to the end of the line.

I have some final questions.

Presuming this is a true democracy

and we're abiding due process.

By all means, captain.

You want to dance on my grave.

There's another grave
you should know about.

No one wants to hear any
more about your dead son.

I'm speaking about
the pilot you murdered.

The reason you went
away to jail, remember?

Anisha, you stole the schematics.

You made it possible

for nus braka to board a federation ship.

It was a supply ship. We had no food.

I know.

The pilot was lieutenant akamu Lee.

He was originally from sol III...

earth.

A place called Hawaii.

We served together.

He stayed with the
federation even when earth left.

He wore this long braid

and all his kids wore the braid as well.

A family thing.

He was... A lousy singer.

That supply ship was supposed
to be his last rotation before

he retired.

What did you think was going to happen

when you boarded that shuttle?

You both had weapons, right?

And you were prepared to use them?

Yes.

Who shot lieutenant Lee?

Nus.

He pulled his weapon.

I had to fire back. Self-defense.

Could you have stopped him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Could you have saved his life?

I said maybe.

Maybe is not enough.

In that moment,

you altered the lives of
akamu Lee's children, too.

Forever.

You altered your son's life.

So have I.

We all have to live with it.

But we don't have to live with him.

There is so much anger in the universe.

So much atrocity.

All of it started with some
guy saying what nus is saying

"it's us or them.

Your hate will set you free."

You hate me.

More than you'll ever know.

You still think I'm the
monster that took your son.

Yes, I do.

The monster that took my son is time.

Because there was no time.

I had no time to save him.

I'll never be free of it.

That's the grave I cannot escape.

I promise you... You're
already dancing on it, an is ha.

Nahla ake is guilty.

You heard her!

Guilty! Nahla ake is guilty!

The federation is guilty!

Folks, we finally got it right.

The people have spoken.
And they are pissed!

You heard her!

Guilty! Guilty!

This is it!

There's only one thing
left and that is the sentence.

The people of the
galaxy, they want balance.

Justice!

We have heard lies. We
have heard hypocrisies.

For this woman's
crimes against your family

and so many others, an is ha mir,

- will you please present the s...
- excuse me, sir.

What?

There's an incoming shuttle.

One occupant. Requesting asylum.

Signaling "Caleb mir."

Reymi, don't let us drift out into the open.

- Aye, commander.
- Lythe?

Still no sensor contact.

Sam, mir's shuttle just docked.

Stabilization's still at 42%.

42% of stable is not... Stable, I'm aware.

Caleb will buy us the time we need.

Well, hello, little fish.

I'm so glad you could join us.

I have something to say.

Trial's over.

You made me a part of this,
now you want to silence me?

In front of the entire quadrant?

Well played.

Clever lad.

Silence you?

Never.

Share your thoughts with us, please.

Running out of time to shut
down those mines, guys.

Stabilization at 68%.

- Come on, Sam, you got this.
- This is an algorithm,

not a pineapple cake. It takes time!

Mom, I would ask, in this
moment, for you to listen.

I love you.

You always told me
to look up at the stars.

You said the infinity that's out there...

The same one was in here.

I never understood that until star fleet.

I know it's a betrayal.

I felt that every day.

And it killed me. You have to know that,

just like I know what the
death of that officer did to you.

But the academy kept pushing me

until, for the first time in my life,

I realized I have something to offer.

I never knew that before.

I can be more than just a space rat.

A lost son. I can be part of a community.

And these people, mom,
these friends of mine?

I have to tell you, I've
laughed more in the past year

than I have in my entire life.

I didn't even know what it really felt like

just to laugh.

But I was a coward and I fought them.

I said horrible things.

And they deserved so much better.

I kept trying to push them away.

To just not care. But
they wouldn't let me...

you know why?

They all live for something
bigger than themselves.

And when that gets
hard... We look to Nahla.

She believed in me, mom.

She's never given up on us.

She believes that we can
make a difference. She listens.

I know what happened 16 years ago,

and she's the one who taught
me I can't stay there forever.

I can be a part of this world

without forgetting where I come from.

Without forgetting you.

And that's star fleet.

They know what they stand for.

It's not this.

I've been searching
for you my whole life.

I've been looking for home so long.

And I think I finally found it.

My god. My god.

That's brainwashing!

They probably held him
in the brig for a long time

until he memorized that garbage,

along with the... With
the star fleet anthem!

Well, there-there is no star fleet anthem,

but what a good suggestion.

Caleb, was exochemistry one
of your classes at the academy?

Yes.

Tell me about strontium.

It's a fuel source.

Cheap, but lethal.

Why?

Because when strontium hits
anything volatile, it explodes.

Like, say, a buildup of toxic
oxides in an atmosphere.

Yes.

What color does strontium burn?

Red. Like a match in a tinderbox.

Nus said the federation
rained red hellfire on his colony.

That's impossible.

- Why?
- Federation weaponry, federation fire,

at least for the last few hundred years,

has always been blue or green.

Not red.

Braka, the federation
didn't destroy your colony.

Your father built a weapon
using the only fuel he had,

and it ignited the atmosphere.

That's a lie.

That is a vicious lie.

That... lies.

Do you hear that?

That's a lie! Lies!

Lies and propaganda!

No, it's science.

You were a little kid when it happened.

You still see everything
through the eyes of that kid.

You never grew up.
And it got us right here.

So the question I'd ask to
all these people watching:

Is this the person you
want to follow into the future?

An angry child with
his finger on the trigger

whose entire worldview...
Is based on a lie?

No! No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Now he's desperate. What do we got?

Stabilization at 82%.

No, don't go!

Don't go!

No.

No!

This is not how it ends!

This is how it ends!

This is how it ends!

Error.

Computer, what the hell is happening?!

Mine field deactivated.

Omega-47 particles stabilized.

Incoming ships!

- What?
- It's the federation.

What?

Thank you for your service, Athena.

You've gone above and beyond.

The fleet can take it from here.

Let's go!

- Let's go!
- Yeah, Sam!

Yes!

Whoopee! It's 100%!

Let's go!

Nus braka and venari
ral, you are surrounded.

Prepare to be boarded.

Well, hold on to how
much you hate me, little fish.

It'll help keep you warm at night.

You are hereby remanded
into federation custody.

Comply immediately.

That's it? You call that a punch?

Anisha mir, when you close your eyes,

you'll see me in your nightmares.

You too, Nahla ake!

Get him the hell out of here.

Can I please just have, like,

50 hours of menial labor instead?

Nope.

Please. Come on, you
gotta give me something.

- Vomit monitor.
- It's out of my hands.

You and the others will be
present in full dress uniforms

at 1800 hours for a private
reception with the president.

You gotta let her express her gratitude.

Politicians love that shit.

Yeah, but don't they make
you use, like, ten different forks?

Yeah.

We don't cover etiquette until year two.

Maybe I should revisit that.

All final evaluations

for graduating cadets to
the academy register's office

no later than 1800 hours tomorrow.

Go ahead.

I'll be here when you get back.

Give you the crash course in forks.

I should have told you about my mom

when I had the chance.

I didn't think you'd listen.

I was wrong.

Get out of here. Go. Shoo.

Vamoose.

Specialist krebs,

your talaxian furfly has left the replicator,

and is now mating with itself.

Does that seem okay to you?

- Hey.
- So, we're cleared to go tomorrow morning.

Earth.

Big universe out there.

Yep.

Summer's almost here.

I'm itching to get out
there. See it with you.

Part of me hopes that you
won't want to come back.

But we both know...

Well, you'll always know
where to find me, mom.

I know.

I'm looking at you.

I'm so proud.

I know this is your home.

You always have another one here.

You too, mom.

- Come on, I'll show you around.
- Okay.

Attention, cadets.

We have arrived at betazed.

Please be sure to respect
and follow all local customs

when visiting cultural sites,

observing religious ceremonies,

or attending any weddings.

Don't forget your sunscreen.

Have a great summer.

And be safe, fellow travelers.

When you reach the end of a journey,

you find yourself looking
back at the beginning.

All I ever wanted was to
find my mom, and run away.

I didn't know life could
be more than survival.

That it can be an adventure.

That there are people I
can rely on, who rely on me.

Friends, family.

Home was never something
I could even imagine.

That's what I found here.

A change like that, it's not easy.

You have to trust people.

I'm still learning how.

How are you feeling, dad?

Right as rain, Sam. Right as rain.

Okay.

- Hi, friends. Hi.
- Hi.

My name is Caleb mir,

cadet second class, star fleet academy.

Stardate 869631.7.

This is my first cadet's log entry.

And the last thing I ever
would have expected.

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