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NAHLA:
Chancellor's personal log,

300th night.

Official end
of our first academic year.

Studies, quizzes,

homework, and tests
are behind them now.

And what a great feeling
that tonight

we all have something
to celebrate.

* *

We're en route to Betazed

to rendezvous
with the Federation fleet

for the dedication
of our new seat of government.

Our new era.

For the cadets,
things are starting to return

to the way they were.

A sense of connection.

Even joy.

(muffled chatter)

They're finally feeling all
they've accomplished this year.

So am I.

JAY-DEN:
The ruStay

is the Klingon bonding ritual.

Together

we drink chech'tlhuthlh
from the same bowl

and we speak the words
"SoS jIH batlh SoH"

to honor each other's
existing families,

even as we step away
from our pasts

and embrace
our new chosen family,

our new life here in Starfleet.

On this 300th night,

it is my honor

to invite you,

my comrades, into my home.

We'll find a home one day.

Just you and me.

Please share my house.

House Kraag.

SoS jIH batlh SoH.

GENESIS:
Thanks, Jay.

SoS jIH batlh SoH.

SoS jIH...

batlh SoH.

I actually don't drink anything,

-so...
-JAY-DEN: You can

still say the words,

if you choose.

SoS

-jIH batlh SoH.
-(Genesis chuckles)

How about next year we declare
our room Klingon-speaking only?

I applied
for a single next year.

Wait, what?

I don't want--

I just need a change.
That's all.

(stifled grunt)

It's not gonna kill you, Mir.

So drink up

and join the family

and try and appreciate

how hard it was for me
to tell you that.

Drink mine for me?

Hmm?

(growls)

CALEB:
Yeah, I have to do a thing.

See you, guys.

(footfalls receding)

Huh.

(upbeat music playing
in distance)

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS:
Attention, all cadets.

To those of you who are clearly
in a party mood this evening,

a friendly reminder
that storage rooms

are for storage only

and are not to be used
for storing yourselves

so you can do other things.

So please store it
in your pants.

The management thanks you.

You know, this is
actually pretty great for me,

running into you.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah, I was hoping for it,
actually.

I have a thing
for long turbolift rides

with people I have
thick unspoken tension with.

(chuckles)
Yeah, me, too.

I actually just came from one.
It was amazing.

So tense.

Ah.

-That's the best.
-Mm-hmm.

-Awkward, too?
-The most awkward.

-Was it...?
-Carl.

From biochem.

Aw, damn.

I was gonna say
Glork from botany.

You know, I actually came up
with a list of topics to discuss

in case we ran into each other.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

For example, we could discuss
choosing divisions.

-Mm-hmm-hmm.
-Or preferred

stress-busting activities
when under a deadline.

I don't know, Caleb.

None of those really say
"We've seen each other naked

"and also I killed
a bunch of people with my mind

and we both feel
a little weird about it."

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'll make a new list.

Always running.

You.

I really wish
I couldn't read you so well.

Me, too.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(upbeat music playing
in distance)

Excuse me.

(soft chatter)

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Chancellor Ake,

Admiral Vance is standing by
in your office.

Chancellors.

It's taken months
to confirm our worst fear.

We now know what Nus Braka stole
from Starbase J19-Alpha.

A few hours ago,

in Sector 953,

outside the border
of Federation space...

-...he detonated
a single particle of Omega-47.
-(beeping)

A synthetic variant
of pure Omega

with destructive capacity
in the same apocalyptic range.

Either it was a show of power

or a test run at a larger plan.

Sector 953 was uninhabited.

But space and subspace
in the sector were shredded.

It'll be millions of years

before warp travel will be
possible there again, if ever.

He targeted the Miyazaki.

But his endgame was the Omega
on that space station.

I knew he wasn't done with us.

That wasn't the only
classified weapon held there.

He's developed time-delayed
containment devices.

You're saying
he has Omega-47 mines?

VANCE:
Yes.

And he could choose
to target any Federation world

and detonate them remotely.

Billions of lives could be lost.

And make warp travel impossible
in all Federation space.

Once again.

We'd be completely cut off
from one another.

I assume we're canceling
the dedication on Betazed.

Absolutely not.

We cannot abandon Betazed again.

Presently, it's
the most protected planet

in Federation space.

Practically half the fleet
is parked around it.

This is a waiting game,
Chancellors.

Your orders stand.

Triple your security.

Get your cadets safely
to Betazed.

Vance out.

He has Omega-47 but hasn't
blown us all out of the sky.

Why?

The admiral says
it's a waiting game, but...

I'm never comfortable waiting.

Right there with you.

Computer, pull up
all strategic scenarios.

Shall we?

ATHENA COMPUTER: Bringing them
to your station now, Captain.

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS:
Specialist Krebs, your
Talaxian Furfly is now missing.

It was last seen entering
a science lab replicator.

-Hey.
-Aw, Sam!

You can't just blip around
like that.

I'd be pissed if I weren't a
master of compartmentalization.

Is that how you do it?

Acting like what other people
think of you doesn't matter?

Mm-hmm.

Takes years of practice,
and it's very rewarding.

(grunts)

I was going through
the old me's memories.

And...

...I didn't like me.

I didn't respect me.

I was so naive.

Of course you were.
You weren't even a year old.

But you were also
brilliant, cool,

funny as hell.

And really helpful in a jam.

And you're
still all those things.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Comms channel alert triggered.

Why are you still monitoring
these active comm frequencies?

Nahla gave me access in case
my mom tried to contact me.

But she hasn't.

I don't know if she ever will.

Nus said that something
happened to her on Goja V.

She made it out, but...

So...

she might know
the channel's no longer secure.

And if she's smart,
which she is,

she'd encrypt any message
she sent after that.

Way ahead of you.

I already hit that frequency

with fractal polymorphic,
variable quantum algorithmic,

even old classics
like ECC, RSA, 10DES.

Nahla probably tried
a dozen others.

The only thing that makes sense

is that she isn't trying
to reach me or...

...she can't.

You are thinking
like a 20-year-old genius,

not a six-year-old.

Aw, Sam, come on.

I was six years old once.

Like you.

We played games.

It was nice.

Cool.

We tried to not get shot

and we tried to stay alive

and we ate from dumpsters.

-Games weren't our thing.
-If she was trying

to reach you
but had to use an encryption key

to make sure
nobody could open the channel,

it would be simple.

I've tried everything.

Okay, but when was
the last time?

Have you tried simple
since she escaped prison?

It would be something personal.

A phrase or-or a word only
six-year-old Caleb would know.

That's just not...

ANISHA:
Okay, let's do moons now.

-What's that one?
-It's your name all mixed up.

You're Anisha.

That moon is called Ishaani.

ANISHA:
No matter what, Ishaani

is always gonna be our moon.

Maybe.

I tried this so many times
but not since she broke

out of prison.

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It's almost two years
of messages.

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ANISHA:
Caleb, it's me.

I'm free,

and I'm gonna find you,
no matter what.

I'm in the Modavi system.

Happy birthday, Caleb.

Nineteen.

I can't even imagine
what you must look like.

I'm getting on a transport
vessel in two hours.

Where are you?

I know you're still alive.
I can feel it.

You have to be.

Okay, I just landed
on Elworth V.

You're 20 years old today.

And as much as I want to sing,

I'll save your ears.

I'm leaving
for the Typhon sector tomorrow.

I'm on the cargo cruiser
Hemshir,

en route to Ukeck.

By the time you get this,
I'll probably be there.

But I can't stay long.

The Venari Ral is starting
to move into that sector.

There's nowhere safe anymore.

If you're getting this,
get to Ukeck.

Please. I have to go.
Go directly to the Ukeck Market,

find the trading area.

Come alone.

I'll wait as long as I can.

I love you so much, Caleb.

Please, come find me.

Please.

SAM: That's way outside
Federation space.

Oh.

The Venari Ral
don't know when to quit.

It's gotten worse
even in the two days

since she sent this message.

She can't stay there.

Not alone.

Can you reverse this encryption
so I can contact her?

It'll take about 14 hours.

I can't wait that long.

Wait, where are you going?

KELREC:
Okay.

It looks like most vessels
are in position.

Why so many ships
for the Eridani system?

Ni'Var.

I can't believe
I forgot they rejoined.

I can't believe I forgot they're
not called Vulcan anymore.

-(door chimes)
-Come!

-(door whooshes open)
-So between Eridani and Sol,

that's the entire fleet back
in Federation space.

KELREC: No Starfleet vessels
will be allowed outside

our territory until we've ended
the Venari Ral threat.

NAHLA: So basically
the Federation's on lockdown.

No one is getting in or out.

What is it, Mir?

Excuse me, Chancellors.

The Federation, they're...

pulling the entire fleet
inside our borders?

NAHLA:
It is.

All Federation worlds
require extra protection.

Once we get to Betazed,
we'll be holding position

with the rest of the fleet
until further notice.

What is it, Mir?

Nothing.

It can wait.

It's not important.

Excuse me, Chancellors.

-(door whooshes open)
-All right then. Moving on.

I wouldn't mind a peek
at Braka's psych profile.

(indistinct chatter)

* *

Caleb.

What's...

-What's...
-I just want to say...

...I really hope you find

peace.

And happiness.

You deserve it
more than anyone I've ever met.

Tarima.

Your name sounds like music.

Did I ever tell you that?

When I look at you,
that's what I see.

You're music.

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FEMALE VOICE: Shuttles 5 and 7,
please hold on maintenance

in preparation
for shuttle bay lockdown.

What's up? What's up?

I'm coming with you to Ukeck.

Will you stop doing that?

Mm-mm.

-Also, nope.
-Yup.

No, Sam, I'm not letting you.
You can't just risk everything--

You don't get to decide
what I risk. No one does.

I haven't done one thing
that hasn't been programmed.

In either of my lives.

That's not living,
and I deserve a life.

So deserve it somewhere else.

You're about to launch
a shuttle from a ship at warp

while trying to synchronize your
warp bubble with the Athena's,

then exit the warp bubble
without blowing up,

which I cannot wait
to see you do.

Because you have a 99% chance
of being turned into space salsa

without someone who
can calculate vector harmonics

faster than a computer.

But it'd be no skin off my ass,

because I'll blip out of here

nanoseconds
before the skin on yours

loses cohesion and you are
reduced into subatomic dust,

which means you couldn't get rid
of me if you tried.

You're smart.

I'm smarter.

'Kay.

-'Kay.
-Okay. Fine.

-Uh, excuse me?
-(groans)

Are you stealing this shuttle?

Caleb found his mom,
and she's on a planet

that's about to be swamped
by the Venari Ral.

Wait, you found her?

-Yeah. But how did you find me?
-I didn't. I volunteered

to help lock down the
shuttle bay. You have to tell

-the chancellor.
-I can't. Command has called

the entire fleet back
into Federation space.

No one gets in or out.

Once I tell Nahla,
she'll be forced to report it,

and I won't put her
in that position.

Hey, you don't know
that any of that's true.

Yeah, well, I'm not risking it.

I'm out of time.

It's now or never.

(groans)

Why are we in a shuttle?

(groans)

Jay-Den's "chech-froofth" stuff
is very strong.

How are you this wrecked?

I'm a Khionian,

and we lack the...

the enzymes
to break down alcohol.

I thought you lacked the
enzymes that break down bananas.

We lack a lot of enzymes!

Judgy, judgy Genesis.

I'm sorry.

I'm fine.

-I'm fine.
-CALEB: Okay, we're done here.

-GENESIS: Uh, no, we're not.
-You and you,

grab an arm
and get him out of here.

GENESIS:
Hey, wait, are you insane?

These coordinates are way out
of Federation space.

Like, days away.

There's a transwarp tunnel

that'll shave about 30 hours
off our time.

We can be there in under
15 minutes if we can catch it.

This is a comfy shuttle.

That's it. You're both

-gonna get the brig.
-We have nice things

at this school, man.

He does crazy stuff like this,
not you.

You don't know me.

Or what I do.

Okay, Sam. Whatever.

Rat him out.

He likes being persecuted.

GENESIS:
No. No, no, no, no!

Did you just shut the door?

SAM: I will not let you
ruin this for him.

This is our one chance
to catch the transwarp tunnel.

-Are we kidnapping Genesis?
-GENESIS: No, stop this.

-Let me out, Sam.
-Too late. If we shut down now,

we'll set off
every alarm in the place.

Emergency shuttle maintenance
passes approved.

I forged my dad's codes.
If you want to

get back before they know
we're gone, start calculating

transwarp openings near Ukeck.

Who are you right now?

FEMALE VOICE:
Shuttle launch in five, four...

GENESIS:
One day,

I'm gonna become a captain
just to ruin each of your lives.

...two...

GENESIS:
That is a promise.

...one.

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DAREM:
Whoo! (laughs)

DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS:
The USS Athena

will be arriving at Betazed
within the hour.

Cadets, now is the time
for a cup of coffee.

And please, do make sure
the uniform you're wearing

is your own, and has been
thoroughly sterilized.

Where's Caleb?

Mm.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

(all shouting)

Why is space being like this?

Exit aperture's coming up
in ten seconds.

-Hang on!
-Port nacelle is down!

Nobody panic! We have
two nacelles for a reason!

I thought we had two nacelles
so we don't just fly in circles?

Rerouting power
to structural integrity!

GENESIS: Wait.
Where are you taking it from?

Shields. Uh, no.
Life support?

GENESIS:
What? No!

You're all young and healthy,
you can stand to have your lives

a little less supported
right now!

(all screaming, shouting)

(metallic rattling)

(all breathing heavily)

SAM: Hey, we only lost
the transaxilating relay.

Everybody good?

Mm-hmm.

(sighs)

GENESIS:
Uh-huh.

-(retches, coughs)
-CALEB: Great.

Glitter vomit.
He'll sober up now.

-(Genesis groaning)
-It is all over my trousers.

-Um... (sighs)
-Gross.

-(door chimes)
-I'm not here.

-(door whooshes open)
-RENO: I heard.

-Sector 953?
-Yeah.

After Nus got done with it.

So, he detonates a mine,

knowing we'd go
to Defense Condition One

and recall our ships
to Federation space? Why?

He always has a reason.

(door chimes, whooshes open)

-We're not here.
-We're not here.

(door whooshes closed)

You guys look guilty as hell.

*

(indistinct chatter)

(sniffs)

GUARD:
Show me what's in your bag.

VENDOR: I don't have anything.
Really, I don't.

GUARD:
Then you won't mind showing me.

-You need to pay up.
-(screams)

VENDOR:
I need more time, please.

GUARD:
Your time is our money.

-(clattering)
-VENDOR: Please.

(grunting and screaming)

-(sizzling)
-(indistinct P.A. chatter)

CALEB:
Hey, hide those wings.

You're gonna get us all killed.

(indistinct P.A. chatter)

Over there.

GENESIS:
Hey, we can barter

star charts with these vendors

to get the parts
we need to repair the shuttle.

I'm not stupid.

I've scrubbed them
of all Federation insignia.

DAREM:
We'll get the parts we need.

You find your mom.

Let's get back here
fast and safe, yeah?

Hey.

Good luck.

CALEB:
You, too.

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They're traveling to Ukeck now.

VANCE:
How?

On a Starfleet shuttle.

Nahla, our intelligence
says Ukeck

is about to be annexed
by the Venari Ral.

I see.

Commander Lura is offloading
our cadets onto Betazed.

We'll stay here as ordered.

Please have Starfleet alert me

if you're able
to track the shuttle.

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

You have no intentions
of staying on Betazed.

I told you I wasn't
gonna make more promises

to kids I can't keep.

And I told you
I would help you keep them.

(door whooshes open)

(door whooshes closed)

Stay off of main channels,
communicate with me directly

on my personal frequency.

Take Athena to
the edge of Federation space,

scan from there.

Nahla, if you...

if you chase those kids
into Venari Ral territory,

if you jump the border...

...I can't help you.

I understand.

You've been a good friend.

Thank you, Charlie.

Sam's out there?

-Yes, she is.
-Then why haven't we left yet?

I've been meaning
to field-test our automated

bridge systems anyway.

NAHLA: Once the cadets
are off the ship,

prepare for departure.

(indistinct chatter)

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(distant shouting)

* *

(grunts)

* *

(grunting forcefully)

You want to die?

(panting)

Mom?

Caleb?

Mom.

Mom?

Where did you go?

-Mom?
-Where did you go?

Where did you go?

Mom. Mom...

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*

* *

* *

(laughs, sniffles)

You grew up.

-Wasn't my idea.
-(laughing)

I'm so sorry.

I thought I'd lost you forever.

Where did you get this scar?

Um...

there was this guy, he tried...

-It's nothing.
-No.

It's not nothing.

They said you escaped.

You were so little.

Yeah.

But you
taught me how to survive.

-(crying): Oh, I'm so sorry.
-No, Mom.

Mom, you never
have to apologize.

I got by.

How, honey?

I found this place

that kind of takes in strays.

I had food.

A place to sleep.

I never heard from you.

The encryption.

Not until...

(groans) I'm so dumb.

No, no, no, no, no.
I had to assume

that the Venari Ral
had compromised our channel.

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

You are brilliant.

You were always brilliant.

(sniffling)

Nus...

Nus said something
happened to you on Goja V.

When did you talk to Nus Braka?

Our paths crossed.

14 years into my sentence,
he made contact.

He said he could get me out.

I was looking at another ten,

and I couldn't get in touch
with you inside,

so I took him up on it.

So you could
rejoin the Venari Ral?

No!

I was never one of them.

Caleb, never.

I ditched him on Goja V.
I told-- I-I made him

think that I was
killed in the escape.

How'd you get around?

Trading repairs for transit,
mostly on cargo ships.

-(laughs)
-I can fix anything.

-Hands! Show me your hands!
-No, no, no, no, no!
She's with me!

She's with me. She's my friend.

Mm-hmm.

CALEB:
Guys...

...this is my mother.

Anisha Mir.

Who are these people to you?

My friends. From... all over.

Show me your fingernails.

Clean.

Healthy.

Well-nourished for a bunch
of kids from "all over."

The Venari Ral
have spies everywhere.

CALEB:
They're not spies, Mom.

They're good people.

What are you doing on Ukeck?

We need parts.

Our shuttle
took damage on the way in.

RENO:
We're approaching the border
of Federation space.

NAHLA:
Take us out of warp.

Computer, what are long-range
scans telling us?

ATHENA COMPUTER:
I'm sorry to say there's no sign

of the cadets' shuttle,
Captain Ake.

Wait, what's this?

Whatever it is, it wasn't there
the last time we scanned

-this area.
-NAHLA: Reno,

send the image
to port view screen.

An Omega-47 mine.

Another one.

Transmit coordinates
directly to Vance and overlay.

Light-years
from the first detonation.

Light-years
from any Federation target.

I don't get it.

There's nothing
between these two points

-that's worth destroying.
-ATHENA COMPUTER: Captain,

there's an anomaly
you should be aware of.

Internal sensors are picking up
increased pressure in Airlock B.

There are
two life signs in there.

Biosignatures
identify them as...

our cadets. Locking on.

RENO:
Oh.

Hi, guys.

Are you kidding me?

What is wrong with you two?

Cadets Kraag and Sadal?

Explain yourselves.

Actually-actually, don't.

No, no, no. Do.

How did you evade
internal sensors?

If you increase the pressure
in Airlock B by .029%,

it blocks life signs.

-Well, that's a design flaw.
-JAY-DEN: Chancellor,

Cadet Mir is my chosen brother.

NAHLA:
Oh, how great.

Very touching.
Except now I have

two more of you to keep alive.

Cadet Sadal,

your father's
going to lose his mind.

Reno, are we in
transport range to anywhere?

Sorry, Captain.

Doc.

-Hmm?
-Please let Commander Lura know

-that she's
two more cadets short.
-Mm-hmm.

Well, I can't get rid of you,

so I'm going to secure you in...

-The brig.
-...my office.

Do not touch anything
remotely breakable

or, you know, get killed.

-Aye, Chancellor.
-Aye, Chancellor.

Be advised:

I will be tracking
your life signs every step

from here to there.

NAHLA: Until we hear from Vance,
we wait here.

Extend long-range scans
to maximum, 360 degrees.

Ah.

Find me that shuttle.

-CALEB: Sensor jammer?
-ANISHA: Always.

I like my privacy,
especially amongst strangers.

The Venari Ral are everywhere.

DAREM:
Is this a formal occupation?

ANISHA: (scoffs)
Formal? Doesn't work that way.

(beeping)

They just take.

Caleb, I'd like to get

your friends on their way
as soon as possible.

They attract attention.

What parts are you looking for?

A transaxilating relay
for starters.

I have a monoaxilating relay.

Do you have
any programmable matter?

A little.

This stuff's expensive.

I only need a couple maggs.

Did you scrub
the coefficient IDs?

Of course.

CALEB:
You still got it, Mom.

Reset to zero nil sub-alpha

and regenerate
the output parameters.

CALEB:
Whoa, whoa, wait.

Subatomic revision settings
are sticking.

Let's be patient.

CALEB:
Nice.

-There, see?
-Mm-hmm.

That's better.

Thanks.

One transaxilating relay.

RENO:
Still no sign of the shuttle.

I think they're out of range.

NAHLA:
See if we can hail them.

THE DOCTOR: Too much
interference from this distance.

If they're on Ukeck,
how'd they beat us?

There's transwarp tunnels
throughout that sector.

That's what I'd put my money on,
if we still used money.

Still nothing from Vance?

Nothing, Captain. It's odd.

He should have
gotten our message by now.

He did.

He's just not gonna respond.

He knows better than
to give me a direct order

I'd have to refuse.

Maximum warp.

All right,
see you turkeys in the brig.

That should do it.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

MALE (over P.A.):
Attention, residents of Ukeck.

This planet has been annexed
by the Venari Ral Empire.

Noncitizens have one hour
to depart the planet.

I knew it. I knew it.

They'll close the spacedocks.

I need to get to
the Hemshir's pilot

and make sure he has a spot.

For both of us.

For both of us.

(laughs)

ANISHA:
Strangers make him nervous.

You wait here till I get back.

Get out while you can.

You're going with her.

That wasn't a part of the plan.

I never told you the plan.

So you're just
going to leave then?

What do you want me to do?

Throw a bag over her head and
drag her back to the shuttle?

If I tell her I'm Starfleet,
it'll kill her.

It can't be that bad.

It is that bad.

It was that bad for her.

You guys have to go.

What did you expect?

Did you tell
Jay-Den you were leaving?

He invited you into his house.
He made you his family.

It was just a ritual.

Not to him!

You know that.

GENESIS:
Darem,

save your breath.

She's my mother.

My choices were
the Academy or prison.

Now I can make a choice without
a gun pointed at my head

and I'm making it.

I never needed the Academy.
I never needed any of you.

You're a coward.

And I've had your number
since day one, Darem.

Clown prince.

You're a reflection,
don't you get it?

You're looking for yourself
in the faces of your parents,

and in everyone else
you've screwed over

since you've been here.

And, Genesis,
let me save you years of pain.

You will never measure up
to your father the admiral.

(scoffs) You are inherently
selfish and insecure.

No one's gonna
follow you into battle because

you don't give a shit about
anyone else except for yourself!

It's written all over you.

Learn that now,

and let the poor guy
off the hook, save him years

of disappointment.
And, Sam...

You're so full of shit.

No, he's not.

He's the smartest guy
in the room.

At least,
that's what he tells himself.

You know, most men your age

are trying to make
a life of their own.

But you can't

because you're
so committed to being

a messed up little kid forever.

Good luck with that.

SAM:
Bye, Caleb.

SAM:
Are we really

-just going to leave him here?
-GENESIS: Yes, we are.

DAREM:
Shuttle's transporter's
not responding.

-Why not? It got us down here.
-I don't know.

SOLDIER:
Source of the shuttle's

transporter signal's
coming from over here.

GENESIS:
Go, go, go.

SOLDIER:
Don't move!

-Sam!
-Show us your hands!

-Hold it there.
-Whoa.

-Identify yourselves!
-GENESIS: Hey, hey, hey.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-LEADER: Show us your hands!

Do not move!

Identify yourselves now!

ANISHA:
Here. Take it.

Loading dock's this way.

Head down and keep moving.

MALE (over P.A.):
The Ukeck Market is now

under Venari Ral protection.

Three Federation spies
have been captured

trying to steal from verified...

Come on, come on.

Wait, what will they do
to those Federation citizens?

They'll probably execute them

in the marketplace
just to make a point. Come on.

-I can't.
-Why?

I... I'm sorry.

I... I can't.

They're...

Those kids are Federation?

That's where we met.

-ANISHA: No.
-I can't let them die.

-ANISHA: No, no, no.
-Stay here.

-No!
-I'll be back as soon as I can.

I'm sorry.

This is a Federation-style
transaxilating relay.

Where did you get
Federation components?

(both grunt)

(laughs)

Try to run, holo-girl,
I'll shoot your friends.

Now, where did you get
Federation components?

(both grunt)

How long have you been on Ukeck?

GENESIS:
Only a couple of hours.

Around the time a Fed
shuttle was making orbit.

We have your ship.

The one with the broken relay.

We're tearing it apart.

Not our ship.

We were on a cargo transport.

At least lie well.

ANISHA:
I saw them

on that transport.

They tried to trade me
for those components.

They're idiots. They don't
know what they're doing.

Save yourself the trouble.

They won't last a day here.

Who are you?

I trade parts for transit,

like most people here.

Most people here trade
for information, not parts,

and they trade for their lives.

You're all
in the wrong business.

NAHLA (over comm):
This is Chancellor Ake.

-(static crackling)
-Repeat: This is Chancellor Ake.

Cadets, please respond.

CALEB:
There's a guy

losing at dice down that alley.

Trading a bunch of these.

It's amazing what you can find

when you look hard enough.

All kinds of tech-- Federation,
non-Federation.

He's found Anisha.

Ukeck Market's a great place
to make a living...

-Ukeck Market.
-RENO: On it.

CALEB: ...but if you start
hassling random traders

and executing a bunch of kids,

you're gonna draw a lot of heat.

Ruin it for all of us.

-You two together?
-No.

Lying.

Wait, I know you. You're--

Do we have a transporter lock?

Almost in range.

Confirming
Anisha Mir's biosigns

and adding them
to the transport queue.

RENO:
Wait, wait.

There's an orbital jamming field
surrounding Ukeck.

We can't transport
at this range.

Fine, alter course.
Let's pull a Q'mau.

RENO:
That will be bumpy.

Yeah, well,
let's give them a show.

(both grunting)

(shouts)

Mom!

Mom.

Mom! Mom!

SOLDIER:
Move in, move in!

Get your hands up!

I said get your hands up!

LEADER:
Call Braka,

tell them we found
the Federation spies.

-(loud boom)
-(gasps)

(screaming)

What the...?

* *

(laughs)
Now, this is a flex!

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Warning,

Venari Ral defense systems
activated.

Red Alert.

Full power to impulse engines.

Route additional power
to forward shields.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Warning, torpedo incoming.

NAHLA:
Reno!

RENO:
Just lost transporters.

Get us out of here.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Hush. Never do this again.

Get her to auxiliary medbay,
Deck Two.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Captain,

enemy long-range scans
have locked on to us.

-We've got one...
-Another torpedo incoming.

No, make that three

Venari Ral vessels
moving to intercept.

And all three of them
can kiss my ass.

Torpedo incoming!

NAHLA:
Cadets, take bridge stations.

Lose 'em!

Trying!

NAHLA: Computer,
what the hell was that?

ATHENA COMPUTER:
That was

an isolytic charge, Captain.

It knocked us out of warp.

(grunting)

They've hooked onto us
with tractor beams, Captain.

Can we reverse
the charge and overload them?

Do we have impulse?

-Negative.
-NAHLA: Computer,

can we initiate
a new warp bubble?

Not without tearing
the ship apart.

Captain,
the structural integrity

is deteriorating rapidly.

30 seconds to collapse.

All stop.

Cut the saucer.

You want me
to release the Atrium?

We'll... we'll lose
the nacelles, too.

NAHLA: Everyone on board's
here with us.

Cut the saucer.

That's an order, Commander.
Do it now.

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Saucer separation in five,

four, three,

two, one.

RENO: Rerouting warp power
to reserve nacelles.

Are they pursuing?

No.

He's not keeping my ship.

This isn't over.

Take us back to
Federation space, maximum warp.

Cadets, Reno's in charge.

-Do whatever she says.
-RENO: Captain,

long-range sensors are detecting
more of the Omega mines.

Onscreen.

DAREM:
Is that...

ATHENA COMPUTER:
Multiple activation signals

detected, Captain Ake.

They're forming a ring
around Federation territory.

Each one is emitting
an energy field.

Those fields trigger the mines.

We can't cross here.

We can't cross anywhere.

Find a breach.
We have to get back.

There aren't any.

Uh, no.

He's not gonna use the mines

to attack us.

He maneuvered us
into a defensive position,

and then put a wall
around the entire Federation.

He put us in a box.

And we're the only ones
outside of it.

Take us out of warp.

Let's get closer to this nebula.

That should disrupt
any Venari Ral sensors.

Get me Vance.

Tell him to pick up.

Course plotted. Opening comms.

I'll be back.

(regenerator trilling)

She'll be fine.

(echoing):
Almost good as new.

-(gasps)
-Mom.

-Where are we?
-You're okay.

Ms. Mir,
you're going to need some rest,

but I'm happy to say you'll make

a full recovery.

(door whooshes open)

(door whooshes closed)

* *

Hello, Ms. Mir.

RENO:
Mayday, mayday.

This is the USS Athena
calling Fed HQ.

Come in, HQ.

Please respond.

This is the Federation starship
Athena.

Please respond.

To any Starfleet vessel
receiving this signal,

please respond.

This is Commander Jett Reno
on the USS Athena.

Mayday, mayday.
Can someone please respond?

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