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so so

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 Marie.

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?

Situation?

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 Tulipsar, our fifteenth in a row.

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

Were you followed?

No, sir.

And the meds?

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.

Lightweights.

Captain, we are in position. We're 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.

Yeah!

Welcome back, Captain.

I can take your saddle if needed.

Well, I prefer to carry my own gear, but thanks, Spock.

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, though.

Six months, Chris.

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, they

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.

You just need to think about it.

Really think.

You 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.

Oh, it 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 do 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's the spirit.

Keep us at arm's length, Erica.

Aye, sir.

Very large.

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

Sensors 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

Sir, I'm getting a comm signal.

Location, Yoda.

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.

Not now, Scotty.

Deeper scan suggests signal origin is a buoy inside 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 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 us 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 went pretty far from the signal. There aren't any closer

options.

The iridium's over there.

Near what is definitely a volcano.

Um...

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 creature. That's not the problem. It's, eh... Try to do

something about it. Can't you just stun it?

Five phases, 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?

What? I was on stun.

And you saw nothing happened.

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

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

Fine.

Something's just grabbed the ship.

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?

I'm clear, Captain. Our sensors are functioning below normal parameters.

They seem to have attached some kind of energy tendrils.

They are similar to our tractor beams, 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...

Flippers could be lost at any time. Comms 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, Nyota.

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 Cassel.

We didn't detach our tethers by accident.

We seized your damaged ship as salvage.

Your ship and its resources are now our property.

Still 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 letty 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-warp.

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

against our Prime Directive.

They have the ship, Spock. 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 am afraid our circumstances are slightly more complicated than we

realized, Captain.

I have 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 Cassell is dragging us toward is Mars.

Mars?

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?

They 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 invited her 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 thought... Scanners seem to have detected something in the hull.

Possible hull breach on Deck 7.

We're on Deck 7.

No adjustment in air temperature.

Strange. Well, call it a...

Commander Cassell.

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 allows... Which we can gladly

discuss at a later juncture. Allow me to introduce our science officer, 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 guests.

We're here as your captors.

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 am 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 systems.

Stunned.

Your plan is to get close?

And just use stun?

That is correct.

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

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

destroy the entire future part.

I'm 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.

Stun worked.

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.

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

Turn the planet view 173 degrees.

Valles Marineris.

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.

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 phased 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?

It is the ship's primary antimatter fuel cell.

Gazelle'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. 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 burns?

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 Scotty and Pellia 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.

But Connie, hurry up with that iridium.

Yeah, yeah, we're coming. Jeez.

You 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've felt different for a while now.

I've always had elevated strength and reflexes, but now 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.

Aridium 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?

Reinitializing. Time?

15 seconds.

Every second could be getting Commander Cassell closer to detonating that

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

Screens 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 visuals.

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 crewmates.

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 rot 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 hails. Engines, half

and 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 doldrum 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.

The phasers aren't working yet.

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 the 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.

Erika, 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.

Erika. 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.

I'm sorry.

That blast wave is going to hit us, but I think I can outrun 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 have 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.

Come on, you can sell.

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 our database.

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

galaxy. They escaped.

Some at least. And the Commander may not have survived.

In the dull Durham.

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

erased.

Trillions of lives.

Evolutions 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 that all.

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 amend

history books.

So what do we say?

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, while Anna Nuna and I are going to talk about dinosaurs, way more worth

your time.

Scotty? Are you going to...

Say sorry?

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

Frickin' engineers.

What, they're pilots?

So... Are you guys gonna tell us about the dinosaurs?

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

It was something.

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

again.