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Last season on Star Trek Strange New
Worlds. Do you really still believe our

futures are written in stone?

All I know is that I'm not ready to let
you go.

Everything that happened to me was so I
could do this. No, this is free.

It's my destiny. You of all people can
understand that.

You have to tell me why things are so
weird with you and Spock.

Spock and I made it very clear with each
other. No labels, no complicated

expectations. Just fun times.

Is this a hit it?

It's a new future.

It's whatever kind of adventure we want
it to be.

Captain's personal log, Stardate 2491.5.

We're at the end of a routine mission on
Tullisar, our 15th in a row.

And if I'm being honest, this may well
be my favorite part.

Were you followed?

No, sir.

And the med?

Handed off more than enough to save the
planet.

Any issues being discovered?

Nothing I couldn't handle. Four of the
ones she drank with might need a day or

two to sleep it off.

Lightweight.

Captain, we are in position. Ready to
beam you up on your order. Copy that,

number one.

You know what? We, uh... We might ride a
little more.

If you say so, Captain.

You know, just to be safe.

Welcome

back,

Captain. I can take your saddle if
needed.

Well, I, uh...

Prefer to carry my own gear, but thanks,
bot.

But you knew that already.

I felt it important to be here as soon
as you returned to the ship. You wanted

to see me in my outfit, didn't you?

Perhaps.

Follow me to my quarters, Mr. Spock.

These boots are hard to take off them.

Six months for a non-stop.

That's a lot of missions in a row.

I'm just worried the crew is starting to
feel the strain, that's all.

Look, it came to Enterprise to see
things, to do things.

And the more you see and do in the
moment, the less you have to think about

the past, right?

We all need weekends once in a while.

Even you.

Understood, number one.

Not to mention, as much as I enjoy
having the con...

I wouldn't mind a little time on planet
once in a while. Next mission, I

promise. That might be sooner than you
think.

Admiral April is on his way to see you.

Told you, Bob.

I'm not looking for a promotion.

Well, regardless of intent, you're being
considered for one.

To Commodore.

And that, as we both know, is a stepping
stone.

I felt the same way when I was captain.

Just need to think about it.

Really think.

It just might surprise yourself.

How long do I have to consider?

We need an answer when you get back from
the next mission.

Where are you sending us?

Well, this is a fun one.

Really?

You haven't heard the constant noises?

Scotty acts like every time I steer the
ship, it makes his job harder. So he

added endless beeping to literally make
my job harder.

Are you listening?

Sorry. I just have to get prepared for
my mentee training.

Right. Your new academy cadet.

When I got to Enterprise, I didn't know
anything about anything.

And all of you helped me.

I just want to pass that on to the next
person.

I've been practicing my Vulcan with
Spock to improve it.

Please,

do not speak Vulcan. Your accent is
improper.

I thought I got that right.

I am fully versed in all human dialects.
That is all that is required for us to

communicate.

Right.

Let me start again.

I am Ensign Uhura, but you can call me
Nyota, if you like.

I was at the Academy just a few years
ago, so I know exactly how you must

feel. You are... several years older
than I am, and since you are human, it

is unlikely you know how I feel. Were
you present for the Chthonia disaster?

Or the Fekisha conflict?

That all happened after I left.

Your Vulcan is poorly pronounced. Your
time at the Academy was completely

different than mine.

It appears we do not have many shared
experiences at all.

This is an unusual mission.

We are to face a Category 10
interstellar squall, something we rarely

see in the Alpha Quad. I've seen one
once.

A long time ago, but not from this
close.

I think I was in a phone box at the
time.

Such distortions are often briefly
occurring.

This one has appeared around the star at
Thaxis.

No explanation.

Doesn't look like it's safe for us to
get near it. Any inhabited planets

nearby we should be worried about?

None, thank goodness.

And that's the key element of this
mission.

No one we have to protect.

We are here to observe an unusual
stellar display.

That is all.

Sounds like we're going to the theater,
minus the playbill. A theater that would

likely tear our ship into small
particles of subspace should we get too

close. Come on, Mr. Spock, where's your
sense of adventure?

Perhaps I did not clearly state the part
about being torn into small particles of

subspace.

Interstellar storms are like space-time
gone wild.

Very stuff of the universe.

Don't you think a glimpse is worth a
little risk?

See?

Now that is spirit.

Keep us at arm's length, Erica.

Aye, sir.

Very long arms.

I wish we could get closer, though.

It's absolutely...

Stunning. I understand the feeling to
actually see something like this.

Digital data is more relevant.

Centaurs are active. Data is cogent. If
you had to give up seeing this kind of

thing all the time, would you miss it?

Every day.

I'm getting a comm signal.

Location the odor. The signal's erratic,
but it seems to be coming from inside

the storm.

It's a mayday, sir.

A ship is stuck inside the storm? That's
what the signal's saying.

Take us closer, Erica.

Keep your foot on the brakes.

Understood, Captain.

The Priscans suggest signal origin is a
buoy outside of the storm. A buoy? It's

a starship distress buoy, but I can't
get a lock on the signal. Any sign of

the source of the buoy? Any ships?

Scanning, Captain.

Uh-oh.

The storm is undergoing exponential
expansion.

You think?

Reverse course, Erica. Fast. Already on
it.

We have life support.

Unfortunately, that is the extent of the
good news.

No weapons functionality.

Zero. Long-range comms are down.

Transporters are offline.

Not sure when they'll be fixed or if.

We have only the barest amount of
impulse power for now.

Warp? Out of the question.

Look, our problem is we lost all our
iridium. Without it, we can't ignite the

warp engines. We're basically stuck
here.

And do we know where here is?

All we've been able to determine is the
stellar storm somehow pulled the ship

into a warp field. The stars aren't
lining up to give us a location, but we

think it's just the main computer coming
back online.

Okay.

Deploy a locator and send out a mayday.
Let's use a flare.

On it. Short-range scans suggest we can
only extrapolate our position.

Of the four planets scanned so far,
three are M-class.

Inhabited? Anyone who might give us a
hand?

Impossible to tell, given our current
sensor capabilities.

But we have detected iridium on the
nearest M-class planet. A few hours

journey with our current impulse
engines.

And one of our shuttles is still
functional enough to get to the surface,

I think.

Well, number one, you wanted a mission
on a strange new world?

Looks like you got one.

Curie, this is Enterprise. You are now
entering the planet's upper atmosphere.

Heading towards the last known iridium
location.

The landmass is quite choppy down there.
We're five by five.

We might have to land pretty far from
the signal.

There aren't any closer options.

The iridium's over there.

Near what is definitely a volcano.

I'm detecting life signs.

What kind of life signs?

Large.

Taller than us?

Much taller.

Is there a way around that?

No.

We want the iridium.

We have to get past that.

Great news.

I've got a fix in the kitchen.

That's not the problem. It's trying to
do something about it. Can't you just

done it? If I had phasers, sure.

I might be able to send a bolt of
electricity, but I don't want to kill

the laddie. We should probably determine
what it can withstand first.

What are you doing?

Why didn't you just shoot it?

Well, I wasn't stunned.

And you thought nothing happened?

The laddie may be a wee bit stronger
than we anticipated.

The laddie? You think that's what I talk
like? That's totally what you talk like.

Fine.

Something's just got up the steps.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship
Enterprise.

Its five-year mission.

To explore strange new worlds.

To seek out new life.

And new civilizations.

To boldly go.

Where no one has gone before.

Where did they come from?

Unclear, Captain. Our sensors are
functioning below normal parameters.

They seem to have attached some kind of
energy tendrils. They are similar to our

tractor beam, but the style is one I am
not familiar with. Do we have any

weapons? Shields? No, the shields are
still not functioning, Captain, and

Scotty cannot repair the weapons without
a radium. We are crippled.

They're literally towing us away. Do we
have impulse? Anything?

No, using impulse engines would be like
trying to free ourselves from a boat

using a pair of flippers. A small...

The ship could be lost at any time. Coms
are still functioning, sir, as is our

universal translator.

Does anyone recognize that ship?

I do not, and it does not exist in our
database.

Hail them, Neota.

Let's try the friendly approach first.
We don't have much else to work with.

Hailing them, sir.

This is Captain Christopher Pike of the
Starship Enterprise.

You seem to have... You seem to have
accidentally taken hold of our ship.

Anything?

They're responding, sir.

I am Battle Commander Cassell. We didn't
detach our tethers by accident.

We seized your damaged ship as salvage.

Your ship and its resources are now our
property.

Tell him nothing from the ship.

Scotty said he'd come right back.

He didn't.

Typical. I don't like it. We may be on
our own. At least for now.

We need to get a better idea of what
we're facing.

What about the new vaporization thingy?

You know what it's called.

Scotty's not even here to get annoyed.

Just makes me feel better. The phases
have been modified with a contained

disintegration function.

We need to get a clear shot at that
copse of trees.

Maybe we can see the laddie that's
hiding behind it.

Commander Cassell, we are members of
Starfleet.

Any actions against us will be seen as
actions against the United Federation of

Planets. We aren't familiar with your
Starfleet or Federation.

But if you're in league with the
doldrum, we will destroy you.

What? Be careful what you say, Captain.

If they are not familiar with Starfleet,
it is possible that they are pre-warped.

They may be seizing our effort to learn
about our technology, which is strictly

against our prime directive.

They have the ship's lock. Right now,
talking is our only way out.

Allow me to scan it further.

Perhaps you could stall.

We are not familiar with the Doldrum.

We are new to this region of space.

And if you don't know the Federation, we
also don't know you.

We are at war, Captain, with a terrible
and destructive enemy.

And as part of our wartime covenants, we
have seized your ship as scrap for our

war effort.

If you are not aligned with the Doldrum,
you will be released when we return

home. You can't just take our ship
without consequences.

And yet, you have shown us none.

This discussion is over.

Commander, we do have weapons.

And Starfleet has more. A lot more.

Do you really want us to turn all of
them on you, just to prove our point?

Why don't you come aboard?

I can show you myself, and we can
discuss ways that the Federation can

help you.

I don't think this will be useful.

But if you have weapons to show us,
Personally, I'll come on board to see

them. That's not exactly what I said.

In communication.

Okay, not ideal.

You sure this is going to work?

Not in the slightest.

Well, at least we're talking.

I'm afraid our circumstances...

Slightly more complicated than we
realized, Captain.

I've determined our current location.

Scans have revealed that we are in the
Sol system.

Sol?

Well, Spock, this doesn't make any
sense.

Three M-class worlds. The stellar storm
created an incredible amount of energy,

far beyond what our ship is capable of.

However, where it sent us is less
relevant than when.

Currently, we are 65 million years in
the past.

The planet Commander Castillo is
dragging us toward is Mars.

Mars, my man.

Then that would mean the planet that Una
flew the shuttle to.

It's Earth, Captain.

So according to Enterprise, we can't
harm any native life because doing so

could wreck the future.

Unfortunately, the dinosaurs do not
share our temporal prohibitions when it

comes to eating us.

I have an idea, but I don't think either
of you are going to like it. Oh, we are

way past that.

Yeah, what you got, boss?

We have never heard of Starfleet or the
Federation because neither will exist

for millions of years.

It may be challenging to form a shared
frame of reference, Captain.

It shouldn't be that different from any
first contact with a pre-warp species.

Except you invaded it on board your
starship.

Yeah, there is that.

Look, by the time our present comes
around, Mars has been lifeless for eons.

I'm going to wager that nothing we say
here is going to change the future, so

long as she doesn't leave the ship with
anything material.

Alternatively, any single one of our
actions could result in our future never

occurring.

Okay, so out of an abundance of caution,
we'll keep her from... Everything?

It feels like you're not helping.

I should.

Scanners seem to have detected something
in the hull.

Possible hull breach on deck seven.

We're on deck seven.

No adjustment in air temperature.

Strange. Well, call it a...

Commander Goodsell.

I'm Captain Pike.

You are short.

Our planet's a little heavier than
yours.

Hence this unpleasant artificial gravity
on your ship. Too unpleasant?

We can adjust.

No need. We're obviously considerably
stronger than you are.

How did you get inside our ship?

We phased through your wall.

Do you not have phasing technology?

Well, no, but we have transporters which
allow us to... Which we can gladly

discuss at a later juncture. Allow me to
introduce our science officers, Spock,

Dr. Mbenga, and our engineer, Mr. Scott.

Forgive me if I don't. My guards are
understanding orders to kill anyone who

comes too close.

Oh, okay.

I assure you that won't be necessary,
Commander.

You're here as our guest.

We're here as your captives.

To see your weaponry, Captain Pike.
Commander, you are not our enemy. That

assessment is mine to make.

You would do the same in my position,
would you not?

Our transporter typically sweeps our
visitors for health and safety.

Would you permit me to examine you?

To ensure you haven't brought any
pathogens aboard.

And that you can handle any you may find
aboard as well. I'm confident our

biological prophylaxis will keep all
parties safe.

However, given I also trained in
medicine, I am curious to see what

technology you have.

After that, we will see your weapon
system.

Stunned.

Your plan is to get close and just use
stun?

That is correct.

I'll remind you, we tried it. It didn't
faze it one bit.

I mean, we could just disintegrate it if
it wasn't for, you know, the whole

destroy the entire future part.

We're going to get close enough so it
opens its mouth, shoot in its soft

palate, and hope it works.

And that it doesn't decide you're maybe
a delicious snack with several more

yummies nearby?

We'll kill it if it gets to that.

Don't. We genuinely don't know the
future effects of anything we might do

here.

I'll stun, and then we run.

Crazy. Dangerous.

Maybe even insane.

But I'm kind of impressed.

Is that weird?

Did it eat her?

It's not chewing.

It's asleep.

It's done work.

And you didn't kill him.

Nice work.

Let's move before she wakes up.

She?

It's not a laddie.

It's a lassie.

There are many different types of people
on this ship. In this room alone, we

have humans, Vulcans, and Tellarites.

As members of Starfleet, we've
encountered countless other species.

We come from different planets, but we
have ways to work together.

And none of these countless species wish
to destroy you?

Members of the Federation, no.

Ah, but I get the feeling others do?

Well, those that don't like us aren't
against just one of us, they're against

all of us. Our unity is our best
deterrence.

Again, because of your weapons.

Federation members do bring weapons to
the table, but that same unity means we

often do not have to use them. I must
admit I have difficulty imagining such

an alliance as this.

Many worlds working together.

Technically, we don't just work
together. We pick up a lot of stuff from

each other.

None of those others are concerned that
you'll turn their weapons against them.

Sometimes it's just recipes.

Or music.

Whatever we share.

It tends to add up to more than the sum
of its parts. I only know my world.

I'm the doldrum.

Alien to me means evil.

Humans have a way of saying when it
comes to facing an enemy, the carrot or

the stick.

What is a carrot?

Is it a weapon of some sort?

I imagine it is more persuasive than a
stick.

Yeah, it is, but not in the way that
you're thinking. No, you eat a carrot.

It's a reward.

It helps to form an alliance.

No, this stick is the only weapon.

So you're benevolent until that no
longer works, and only then are you

hostile?

It's a strategy of sorts.

I'm happy to say we have no issues of
contamination.

You clearly dedicate many resources to
this medical facility.

Frankly, it's something of a wonder to
see so few occupied beds or injuries.

Captain Pike, perhaps I have been too
quick to judge you and your crew.

It appears you are not the enemies we
perceived you to be.

Glad to hear it.

But appearances can be deceiving. Do you
have this saying, too?

Take me to your weapon systems, and then
I may better understand what this

alliance with its many points of view
and carrots and sticks has to offer.

Of course.

Phasers and photon torpedoes are your
ship's primary weapons.

but not the part most used. I assume
you're referring to defensive systems.

You mentioned the use of shields.

Our shields are damaged. Given time, our
engineering station or our science

station will find ways of repairing our
systems.

What is the main purpose of your science
station? Is it to assess the

vulnerability of potential enemies?

Science allows us a broad understanding
of every culture we encounter.

so we can share strengths and compensate
for each other's respective weaknesses.

Understanding other cultures has allowed
us to advance faster than if we were

alone.

I am sorry for your loss.

You used the word alone.

Our people have ten individual words for
such a state, differentiated by

emotional inflection.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Your translating machine used the word
widower.

And so my condolences.

Our captains are not permitted
relationships during war.

They leave us vulnerable, too hesitant
to sacrifice.

And we have always been at war.

Isn't love part of what we fight for?

If not that, then... Have you ever seen
my home world of Mars?

We are not familiar with the current
condition of Mars.

If the ship's scanners are repaired,
will you pull it up on screen?

Please.

It's beautiful.

Yeah. But there is something more
important for you to see.

Turn the planet view 173 degrees.

Valeth Marinereth.

That crater was caused when the Doldrum
crashed a ship onto the surface and fed

on our world.

The only way to stop them was to tear
away the very land around them.

The invaders died.

But that crater and two million lives is
the price we paid.

That's horrible.

That's why your discussions of cultures,
of science, although kind and hopeful,

are not relevant.

What we need to do is destroy the
doldrum before they devour the rest of

our planet and turn it all into a red
wasteland.

Well, have you ever tried communicating
with the doldrum? We cannot.

They are insects.

They do not speak or reason as we do.

They simply feed and move forward.

You may have other options.

Some on our planet argued this.

They believed there were other ways to
deal with them.

As they talked, we died.

There's only one thing that's ever
worked.

Force.

What if we could offer you something
that would work without weapons?

Something only Starfleet's resources can
provide.

The Federation have met maybe 65
different insectoid species.

Of those, 17 of them don't use sonic
communication.

Like us.

This is where Xenoanthropology helps.

We've been able to design multiple
systems that work for creatures who

communicate using light, touch, or in
one particularly difficult case, smell,

which stunk.

But it did allow us eventually to speak
with them.

Fascinating. You keep insisting it's
impossible to communicate with the

doldrum. If we find out we can, maybe we
could find a way to stop them without

weapons. What if we could end your war?

What if we could... Offer them
something.

Isn't it worth a brief consideration?

Brief.

You have an update?

As more systems come online, the
introduction of variables still

generates a consistent outcome.

Quantum entanglement has Enterprise
firmly anchored 65 million years in the

past. You're saying we're stuck here?

Yes. And also no.

The nature of quantum entanglement could
theoretically snap us right back to the

moment we left.

Well, that seems good. However, to do so
would require the power equivalent of a

supernova, the very same amount that
sent us here.

Without it, we are trapped in the past.

Less good.

Indeed.

Captain, Commander Cassell and her guard
have left the lab.

Where did they go?

I don't know. They just faded through
the floor and were gone.

Engineering. Hiked engineering.

What's happening down there?

That tall, scary Martian lady just came
right through the bulkhead and took it.

We couldn't stop her. Took what?

The ship's primary antimatter fuel cell.

Castello's location keeps moving.

Deck 10.

Deck 9.

Deck 8. She's headed for her egress
point.

I'm not armed.

Just want to talk.

We were helping you and now you're
taking our fuel cell? Why?

Captain.

I have been nothing but honest with you.

I'm consistent.

You, however, have not been equally
truthful.

What are you talking about?

You spoke to me of Starfleet.

Of all that you've achieved.

It was easy to get a sense of your
respect for your values.

Your deep feeling for those you have
fought for and loved.

With these things you were frank.

You also spoke to me of where you are
from.

But you failed to explain when.

Your Federation doesn't exist. That's
not entirely true. Yet. It doesn't exist

yet.

You showed me your computer so I could
speak with the doldrum.

It was simple to understand from there
how you determined time with it.

Your Federation won't exist for millions
of years.

And by then, my civilization will be
gone.

I'm sorry.

Our regulations, they forbid me from
telling you that.

But that doesn't mean that we can't find
a way out of this for both of us.

Captain, I understand you are trying to
save your people, as I am doing for

mine.

But we live now, not in the future.

Your ship's given us exactly what we
need to win our war.

I'm sorry.

Commander.

This wreckage is apparently the source
of the iridium.

And that's like an alien spaceship.

On Earth.

65 million years before us.

I have to say this out loud to believe
it.

Those bends?

A weapon did that.

It was shot down.

Our Martian friends?

Mm-hmm.

The iridium's inside.

No life signs, but there might be an
engine compartment.

Wait here.

All these cryo beds? I think this was a
colony ship.

Must have all died on impact.

Reflexes.

They must all be dead.

If they were settlers, I'm not sure if I
should feel... Sad or... relieved.

Whatever the reason, they were in
cryosleep.

They were shot down and died on a planet
far from home, headed who knows where.

They may be different from us, but...
they wanted to survive, too.

Iridium fuel pod.

The only one that wasn't damaged.

Let's hope Scorsese and Pelley can
jury-rig it to the Enterprise.

Can we go now, please?

This place is giving me the creeps.

You just punched it.

Yeah, well, I didn't have time to shoot
it in the mouth, did I?

Well, if you two are finished just
standing here.

Right, I've managed to hook up the
backup antimatter pod. We're going to

hurry up with that Iridium.

Yeah, yeah, we're coming.

punched a dinosaur?

Well, I'm sure it had it coming.

What is it?

It's just, I broke my hand and I don't
feel any pain.

How is that possible?

It isn't.

The truth is, I felt different for a
while now.

I've always had elevated strength and
reflexes, but now it's... It's almost

like my whole body feels more attuned.

And your mind?

Confused.

Like, I carry recessive augmented DNA,
right?

Now, is it possible that somehow all
I've been through has activated those

recessive genes?

Are you going to try and take over the
galaxy now?

I don't know.

Hey, you may be carrying enhanced
warrior genes, but it's not who you are.

Our radio is installed and ready to
function as long as we don't want to

double-check it. Do we need to
double-check it? We need to get a fix on

that Martian ship. Are you concerned or
are you worried, Mr. Scott?

Just worried, sir.

Good man.

Bridge is coming back online.

Long-range sensors?

Re-initializing. Time?

Fifteen seconds.

Every second could be getting Commander
Castell closer to detonating that

antimatter. I can't get power to the
ship's systems any faster, Captain.

Greens are working, Chris. Great. How
about long-range comms? On and

functioning, sir. Orders.

Connect the Martian ship.

Killing them and initializing
ship-to-ship visual.

Commander Cassell, this is Captain Pike
of the USS Enterprise.

I should have told you where... when
we're from.

I should have been honest, because then
you might have believed me about

everything else.

There are other ways of solving
conflict. I understand how you...

Captain, you have lost crewmate.

Friends? Yes, many. Imagine those losses
a thousandfold.

Imagine a wound on your planet that will
never heal.

A memorial to millions of dead etched in
rock and blood.

I know you believe that what you're
doing is right.

But I have seen a future where species
can coexist.

And I have seen one on your computers
where my home world is a barren red

wasteland.

Can you tell me the Doldrum are not
responsible for that?

No, I can't.

But I can tell you that if you use our
technology to change the future,

millions of lives may be lost. And
millions of lives may be saved.

The lives of my people.

Isn't that what a captain does?

Save her people.

Wouldn't you?

Uh, she shut off her comms and they're
not responding to hail.

Engines, half on post.

Erika plotted an intercept course. We're
going to try to stop them from using our

antimatter. The only question is, where
are they planning to use it? They don't

have warp. Where's this enemy planet?

Long-range sensors are fully
operational, extrapolating their course.

They're headed for the fifth planet in
the system. Jupiter?

No. This planet is much smaller, similar
to Mars.

At a distance of 480 million kilometers
from Sol and 120 million kilometers from

the Martian solar rotation. But there's
no fifth planet like that in our solar

system. The planet is populated by
billions of life forms.

An arachnid species.

That's what we found crashed on Earth.

With the iridium.

The fifth planet of our solar system is
the dull Durham homeworld.

Captain, the Martian warship is
approaching the fifth planet at high

impulse.

On screen.

We will be in firing range of the
Martian ship in less than one minute.

It feeds us all, doesn't it?

We just need to disable the Martian
ship. Can we try a tractor beam? There's

not enough power at this range. Photon
torpedoes. We need something.

Checking. Captain, my calculations
indicate that if the Martians detonate

our antimatter pod at their current
proximity, they will be unable to escape

the explosion.

It's our only way to guarantee a kill
shot.

She's going to sacrifice her ship and
her crew to destroy the planet.

Captain, I think we have enough power to
fire one photon torpedo.

As soon as we're in range.

Martian ship just activated a missile
launcher.

They have deployed the antimatter.

Can we shoot it down without detonating
it? Yes, but we're still not in range.

Spock, how long to impact? 30 seconds.

Erica, give it everything you've got.
Push it right to the edge. We have to

get in range. Aye, sir.

Come on, baby. You've got this.

20 seconds to impact.

Erica. Pegging the red line, sir.

There's a reason for those lights.

Shut them off, Scotty.

Sir, we're in range. Locking photon
torpedo on target.

Twelve seconds to impact.

Target locked. We've got it, sir.

Captain.

Fire, sir.

Do not fire. Repeat, do not fire.

But, sir. Captain, that planet's about
to be destroyed by our technology.

Our future's at stake. We must fire.

You heard my order. Hold fire. Stand
down photon torpedo.

Chris. Our future notwithstanding, we
can't just sit here and let that entire

planet be destroyed.

In our future, there is no fifth planet.

Three seconds.

Two.

One.

That blast wave's going to hit us, but I
think I cannot run it.

No, we should not run.

We need to head into the blast wave.

Head into that?

You saw what just happened to the
Martian ship. We may be able to use it

to send us back to our time.

The antimatter explosion, combined with
the explosion of the planet's core, has

created the necessary energy to free
Enterprise from this temporal anchor

point, snapping the quantum entanglement
back to the exact point we came from.

Before the blast wave tears our ship
apart?

Unknown.

But it is our only option if we intend
to go home.

Erica, come about.

Take it straight into the blast wave.

Spock, if you add any calculations,
now's the time.

Helm, come to course 147 Mark II.

Roger that.

Everybody, hang on to something.

Anything.

Everything.

After running multiple simulations, I
determined that a fragment from the

Doldrum planet is the Chicxulub
asteroid.

The one that hit Earth 65 million years
ago and led to the extinction of the

dinosaurs.

Does that mean... Yes.

The remaining debris, less than 4% of
the planet's original mass, eventually

became part of the asteroid belt as
we've come to know it.

Furthermore, the absence of the planet
caused a gravimetric shift in the

system, moving Mars further from the
sun.

Its atmosphere cooled to become the Mars
we know today.

Earth also cooled, ushering in the
Cenozoic era.

And eventually... The evolution of
humanity.

Even I remember a part of that.

So we only exist because of what we did?

I think we may exist because of what we
didn't do.

The Martians had to take our weapons.

And we had to let them destroy the
Dolton planet.

Because they always have.

We were always there.

So we were never in danger of changing
anything? Or were we? What about

Commander Cassell? Did she destroy her
own planet?

I think.

We could all use a night off.

Yeah, I heard it.

Let's go before he changes his mind.

You're all dismissed.

Thank you.

She just wanted to save her own people.
I would have done exactly the same

thing.

And now they're all gone without a trace
of their ever having existed.

Not entirely.

I ran Cassell's DNA through a database.

It appears that Martian DNA is present
in innumerable species throughout the

galaxy. They escaped.

Some at least.

My commander may not have survived.

But I... people did.

In the dull Durham.

If their planets had remained in the
system, entire histories would be

erased.

Trillions of lives.

Evolution's undone.

Yeah, but... I didn't know that in the
moment that I made that call.

It was a hunch. It was a good one.

But I had no data.

You, more than anyone that I know, have
thought about the past and the future a

great deal.

But most of us live in the now.

I guess.

Never slowing down, never stopping.

It's been quieter than being in my head.

A bit of unsolicited advice.

Find a way to make peace with both.

A princess of Mars.

Who knew that book would be so
prophetic?

I have ever been prone to seek adventure
and to investigate and experiment where

wiser men would have left well enough
alone.

Love this book.

My father, he always laughed at the idea
of Martians existing before Federation

terraforming.

Oh, if I could just go back and tell him
now.

I think one-time travel adventure a day
is enough.

And this one needs to stay a secret.

I thought you'd say that.

Well, if it were up to me, everyone
would know that the Enterprise was

responsible for humanity's origin.

But the Federation Council might want us
to pause before we rush in to embed

history books.

So what do we sign?

The truth.

We lost contact with your ship for a few
moments.

Then the solar storm collapsed, exploded
and vanished.

By the time the ensuing gamma-ray burst
had dissipated, communication with the

Enterprise was re-established.

And what about us answering our own
mayday

from a subspace buoy we deployed 65
million years ago,

one sent here by a storm that we created
after it sent us back in time?

Chris.

Everything happened as it was meant to.

That much is clear.

So don't overthink it.

What about the promotion?

You have any time to consider?

Yeah.

I saw the past, present, and future in a
way that I never thought possible.

I want to focus on my now.

And that's here.

With Enterprise.

I'm not ready for the promotion.

But... I know someone else who is.

I... That's... Chris.

You don't have to say anything.

So I'll say it.

To Commander Unichin Riley,
congratulations on your promotion. You

more than deserve it.

One step closer to Captain and your own
starship.

Cadet, I wanted to see how you're
feeling after your first real adventure

on the Enterprise.

I have learned that Starfleet is not
what I expected.

Oh, it can surprise you.

My family was disappointed that I was
not placed at the Vulcan Science

Academy. I thought this would be a good
alternative.

Oh, it very well could be.

It is not.

I now understand why my parents were
disappointed.

This is a chaotic place. It likely helps
that Spock is part human. I, however, am

not. Thank you for your questions,
Ensign, but any further are not

necessary.

Honestly, she might just be very Vulcan.

That's all.

It's going to be a long year.

Come on. Juan and Una and I are going to
talk about dinosaurs.

Way more worth your time.

Scotty? Are you going to... Say sorry?

You wrench joggers are kind of
sensitive, aren't you?

Freaking engineers.

What's it, pilots?

So, are you guys going to tell us about
the dinosaurs?

Oh, yes.

Come on.

It was... something.

We've seen a lot of strange new worlds,
but we'll never see something like this

again.