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Where no man has gone before...

- Doctor Cochrane would be proud of you.
- I know the whole speech by heart

- When's it gonna be ready to fly?
- Let the paint dry first.

- No. I mean the ship.
- Not for a while... It hasn't even been built yet.

How big will it be?

Pretty big

Bigger than Ambassador Pointy's ship?

His name is Soval...
and he's been very helpful

And I've told you not to call him that.

Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp 5
by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us.

They have their reasons.

God knows what they are.

BROKEN BOW, Oklahoma
30 Years Later

Let go your weapon... I mean it!

I have no idea what you're saying... but I guarantee you, I know how to use this.

The Ventral Plating Team says they'll be done in about three days.

Be sure they match the color to the nacelle housings.

- You aiming to sit on the hull and pose for some postcards?
- Maybe...

God, she's beautiful

And fast. Warp 4.5 next Thursday.

Neptune and back in six minutes.

- Let's take a look at the lateral sensor array.
- Give me a sec.

Slow down...There.

Those are the ports that buckled during the last test.
They need to be reinforced.

- Great. You scratched the paint.
- Sorry.

Orbital 6.

- Captain Archer, sir?
- Go ahead.
- Admiral Forrest needs you at Starfleet Medical right away.

- Who was chasing him?
- We don't know.

They were incinerated in the methane explosion,

and the farmer's description was vague at best.

How did they get here? What kind of ship?

They were using some kind of stealth technology. We're still analyzing our sensor logs.

I'd like to see those logs.

The Klingons made it very clear... they want to expedite this.

It happened on our soil.

That's irrelevant.

Ambassador... with all due respect,
we have a right to know what's going on here.

You'll be apprised of all pertinent information.

And just who gets to decide what's pertinent?

- Admiral.
- John... I think you know everyone.

Not everyone.

- He's a Klingot.
- A Kling-On.

- Where'd he come from?
- Oklahoma.

A corn farmer named Moore shot him
with a plasma rifle,

says it was self-defense.

Fortunately, Soval and I have maintained close contact
with Kronos since the incident occurred.

- Kronos?
- It's the Klingon's homeworld.

This gentleman is some sort of courier. Evidently, he was
carrying crucial information back to his people.

When he was nearly killed by your "farmer".

Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off
your launch until we've cleared this up.

Well, isn't that a surprise?
You'd think they'd've come up with something a little more
imaginative this time.

Sarcasm aside, Captain, the last thing your people need
is to make an enemy of the Klingon Empire.

If we hadn't convinced them to let us take
Klaang's corpse back to Kronos,

Earth would most likely be facing a squadron
of Warbirds by the end of the week.

Corpse? Is he dead?

Excuse me... is that man dead?

His autonomic system was disrupted by the blast but his
redundant neural functions are still intact which --

Is he going to die?

Not necessarily.

Let me get this straight... you're going to disconnect
this man from life support...

even though he could recover.
Where's the logic in that?

Klaang's culture finds honor in death.

If they saw him like this he'd be disgraced.

They're a warrior race...
they dream of dying in battle.

If you understood the complexities of
interstellar diplomacy you would --

So your "diplomatic" solution is to do
what they tell you... pull the plug?

Your metaphor is crude, but accurate.

We may be crude, but we're not murderers.
You're not going to let them do this, are you'?

The Klingons have demanded that
we return Klaang immediately.

- Admiral?
- We may need to defer to their judgement.

- We've been deferring to their judgement for 100 years!
- John!

- How much longer?
- Until you've proven you're ready,

- Ready to what?
- To look beyond your provincial attitudes and volatile nature.

Volatile?

You have no idea how much I'm restraining
myself from knocking you on your ass.

These Klingons are anxious to get their man back? Fine.

I can have my ship ready to go in three days.

We'll take him home... alive.

This is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs.

Dan?

What about your crew? Your Comm Officer's in Brazil...

you haven't selected a Medical Officer yet...

Three days, that's all I need.

Admiral...

We've been waiting nearly a century, Ambassador...

this seems as good a time as any to get started.

Listen to me. You're making a mistake!

When your logic doesn't work,
you raise your voice?

You have been on Earth too long.

I had a feeling their approach
wouldn't sit too well with you.
Don't screw this up.

I heard this platform's been
approved for bio-transport.

I presume you mean fruits and vegetables.

I mean Armory Officers and Helmsmen.

I don't think I'm quite
ready to have my molecules
compressed into a data stream.

- They claim it's safe.
- Do they indeed?

Well, I certainly hope the Captain
doesn't plan on making us use it.

Don't worry, from what I'm told,
he wouldn't even put his dog through this thing.

This is ridiculous. I asked for plasma coils
and they sent me a case of valve sealant.

There's no chance I can have the
weapons on-line in three days.

We're just taking a sick man back to his
homeworld... why do we need weapons?

Didn't you read the profile
report on these Klingons?

Apparently, they sharpen their teeth before
they go into battle.

No doubt Mister Tucker will reassure me
that my equipment will be here tomorrow.
"Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. "

Is it me, or does the artificial gravity
seem a bit heavy?

Feels all right... Earth sea level.

My father always kept it at 0.8 G.
He thought it put a little spring in his step.

After being raised on cargo ships,
it must've felt like you had lead
in your boots when you got to Earth.

Beautiful! Lock it off right there!

I believe you missed a spot.

Commander Tucker, ensign
Travis Mayweather. He just arrived.

Our "Space Boomer."

How fast have you gotten her?

Warp 4... we'll be going to 4.5 as soon as
we clear Jupiter.

- Think you can handle it?
- 4.5...

Pardon me, but if I don't realign the
deflector, the first grain of space-dust

we come across will blow a hole through
this ship the size of your fist.

Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant.
Your equipment'll be here in the morning.

Keep trying. You've almost got it.
I'll be right back.

There's two more weeks before exams.
It's impossible for me to leave now.

You've got to have someone who can cover for you.

If there was anyone else
who could do what I do,
you wouldn't be so eager
to have me on your space ship.

- Hoshi...
- I'm sorry, Captain. I owe it to these kids.

I could order you.

I'm on leave from Starfleet, remember?
You'd have to forcibly recall me,

which would require a reprimand which would
disqualify me from serving on an active vessel.

- I need someone with your ear.
- And you'll have her... in 3 weeks.

What's that?

Klingon.

Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of
their linguistic database.

I thought you said the Vulcans
were opposed to this.

They are. But we agreed to make
a few... compromises.

What do you know about these... Klingons?

Not much. An empire of warriors...

with 80 poly-guttural dialects
constructed on an adaptive syntax.

Turn it up.

Think about it. You'd be the first
human to talk to these people.

Do you really want someone else
to do it?

Since when do we have
Vulcan Science Officers?

Since we needed starcharts to get to Kronos.

So we get a few maps... and
they get to put a spy on our ship?

Admiral Forrest says we should think
of her more as a "chaperone."

I thought the whole point of this
was to get away from the Vulcans.

4 days there, 4 days back...
then she's gone.

In the meantime, we're to
extend her every courtesy.

I don't know [...]

Here we go.
Come in.

This confirms that I was formally
transferred to your command at oh
eight hundred hours. Reporting for duty.

Is there a problem?

No, sir

Oh, I forgot... Vulcan females
have a heightened sense of smell.

I hope Porthos isn't
too offensive to you.

I've been trained to
tolerate offensive situations.

I took a shower this morning...
how about you, Captain?

I'm sorry. This is Commander
Charles Tucker III.

Sub-Commander T'Pol.

Trip
I'm called Trip

I'll try to remember that.

While you may not share our
enthusiasm about this mission,
I expect you to follow our rules...

what's said in this room and out on that
Bridge is classified... privileged information.

No quiero que cada palabra que diga aqu� se aparezca
al otro d�a por el Alto Comando Vulcano

My reason for being
here is not espionage.

My superiors simply asked me to assist you.

Your superiors don't think we can flush a
toilet without one of you to "assist" us.

I didn't request this assignment, Captain...
and you can be certain that when the mission's over,

I'll be as pleased to leave this
ship as you'll be to have me go.

If there's nothing else...

[...]

When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight
90 years ago... and drew the attention of

our new friends, the Vulcans, we realized
that we weren't alone in the galaxy.

Today we're about to cross a new threshold.

For nearly a century, we've waded
ankle-deep in the ocean of space...

now it's finally time to swim.

The warp 5 engine wouldn't be a reality
without men like Doctor Cochrane

and Henry Archer, who worked
so hard to develop it.

So it's only fitting that
Henry's son, Jonathan Archer,

will command the first starship
powered by that engine.

Rather than quoting Doctor Cochrane,
I think we should listen to his own words

from the ground breaking ceremony for
the Warp 5 Complex... 32 years ago...

On this site, a powerful engine will be built...

an engine that will someday let us travel
a hundred times faster than we can today.

Imagine it. Thousands of inhabited
planets at our fingertips.

And we'll be able to explore
those strange new worlds...

and seek out new life and new civilizations.

This engine will let us go boldly...

where no man has gone before.

Take her out, Mister Mayweather.

straight and steady.

- How are we doing, Charlie?
- Ready when you are.

Prepare for warp one.

Course laid in, sir.

Request permission to get underway.

The coordinates are off by point two degrees.

Thank you.

Let's go.

- Where's Klaang?
- The humans have him.

- Did you lose anyone else?
- Two of my soldiers were killed.

One of them was a friend.
Can you prevent it?

Our agreement doesn't provide for correcting mistakes.

- Recover the evidence.
- I will... I promise you.

- When will we speak again?
- Don't be concerned with when.

- Love what you've done with the place.
- Those are immunocytic gel worms...
try not to shake them.

- So what'd you think of Earth?
- Intriguing. I especially liked the Chinese food.

- Have you ever tried it?
- I've lived in San Francisco all my life.

Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic...

but what you lack biologically you make up
for with your charming optimism...

not to mention your egg drop soup.

Be very careful with the blue box.

- What's in there?
- An Altarian marsupial...

their droppings contain the greatest concentration
of regenerative enzymes found anywhere.

Their droppings?

If you're going to try to embrace new worlds...
you must try to embrace new ideas.

That's why the Vulcans initiated
the Interspecies Medical Exchange...

there's a lot to be learned!

I'm sorry I had to take you away from your program...
but our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon.

Please, no apologies!

What better time to study human beings
than when they're under pressure?

It's a rare opportunity.

And your Klingon friend... I've never had
a chance to examine a living one before.

Ensign Mayweather tells me we'll
be to Kronos in about 8 hours.

Any chance he'll be conscious by then?

There's a chance he'll be conscious
within the next 10 minutes...

just not a very good one.

Eighty hours, Doctor.

If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own two feet,
he doesn't stand much of a chance.

I'll do the best I can.

Optimism, Captain!

You're upsidedown, ensign.

- Yes, sir.
- Care to explain why?

When I was a kid, we called it the
"sweet spot". Every ship's got one.

Sweet spot.

It's usually about halfway between the
grav-generator and the bow plate.

Grab hold of that (conduit).

No no no... hang on to side

Now swing your legs up.

Swing your legs.

Takes practice.

Ever slept in zero G?

- Slept?
- Like being back in the womb.

Captain tells me you've been
to Trillius Prime.

Took the 4th, 5th and 6th grades
to get there.

I've also been to Draylax and
both the Andorian Moons.

I've only been to one inhabited
planet besides Earth...

nothing there but dust-dwelling ticks.

- I've heard the women on Draylax have...
- Three...

- it's true.
- You know that first-hand?

First-hand, second-hand, and third-hand.

I guess growing up a boomer
has its advantages.

- Got an empty seat here, Commander.
- Sorry. Dinner with the boss tonight.

- The Grand Canyon?
- No.

- Big Sur Aquarium?
- Sightseeing was not one of my assignments.

All work and no play...

Everyone should get out for
a little R & R now and then.

All our recreational needs are
provided at the Compound.

Come in.

- You should've started without me.
- Sit down

T'Pol tells me she's been living at
the Vulcan Compound in Sausalito.

No kidding. I lived a few blocks from
there when I was at the Academy.

Great parties at the Vulcan Compound.

It might be a little easier using your fingers.

Vulcans don't touch food
with their hands.

Can't wait to see you tackle the spare ribs.

Don't worry. We know you're a vegetarian.

Tell Chef I said thanks.

Of course, Sir.

You humans claim to be enlightened, yet
you still consume the flesh of animals.

Grandma taught me never to judge a
species by their eating habits.

"Enlightened" may be too strong a word,
but if you'd been on Earth fifty years ago,

I think you'd be impressed
by what we've gotten done.

You've yet to embrace either patience or logic...
you remain impulsive carnivores.

S�... y qu� hay de la guerra?

Yeah? How about war... disease... hunger?

Pretty much wiped 'em out in less than two
generations. I wouldn't call that small potatoes.

It remains to be seen whether humanity
will revert to its baser instincts.

We used to have cannibals on Earth.
Who knows how far we'll revert?

Lucky this isn't a long mission.

El instinto humano es fuerte... no puede
esperar que cambie de la noche a la ma�ana

Human instinct is pretty strong --
you can't expect us to change overnight.

With proper discipline, anything's possible.

Warp 4.3, sir.

- Not much of a change.
- I don't know... does anybody
else feel that?

- Feel what?
- Those... vibrations...
like little tremors.

You're imagining it.

Bring us to 4.4, ensign.

There! What do you call that?

The warp reactor was recalibrating.

It shouldn't happen again.

I was instructed to speak English
during this voyage. I'd appreciate
it if you'd respect that.

It's easy to get a little jumpy when you're travelling
at 30 million kilometers a second.

Should be old-hat in a week's time.

- Archer.
- This is Doctor Phlox, Captain.
Our patient is regaining consciousness.

On my way.
Hoshi.

- What's wrong?
- The translator's not locking onto his dialect...

the syntax won't align.

Tell him we're taking him home.

He wants to know who we are

- He's asking for his ship back.
- Say it was destroyed.

I'm not sure... but I think
he's saying something about
"eating the afterlife".

Try the translator again.

I'm going to need to run what we've
got through the phonetic processor.

He says... "his wife has grown ugly."

I'm sorry, Captain...
I'm doing the best I can.

His pre-frontal cortex is hyperstimulated...
I doubt he has any idea what he's saying.

I think the Doctor's right, Captain...
unless "stinky boots" has something
to do with all this.

That's the warp reactor again, right?

- Bridge, report.
- We've dropped out of warp, sir.

Main power is --

we lose power in
all the deck

I think I saw something off
the starboard bow...

- What?
- don't know... it may've just been
the sensors going down...

Auxiliary power should've
kicked in by now...

Do you know how to tell him to shut up?

Shut up!

Sedate him if you have to.
I need to get to the Bridge.

Captain!

There's someone here.

Crewman!

- you are all right
- yes

We've got state-of-the-art sensors...
why the hell didn't we detect them?

Mister Reed thought he detected something
right before we lost power...

The starboard sensor logs recorded
a spatial disturbance.

Looks more like a glitch.

Those weren't glitches in Sickbay.

I want a complete analysis
of that disturbance.

- Where do we stand on weapons?
- I still have to tune the
targeting scanners...

What're you waiting for?

- Captain...
- The Klingon seemed to
know who they were.

See if you can translate
what he said.

Captain.
There's no way you could have
anticipated this.

I'm sure Ambassador Soval
will understand.

You're the Science Officer.
Why don't you help Charlie
with that analysis?

The astrometric computer in San Francisco
will be far more effective.

We're not going to San Francisco,
so make-do with what we've got here.

You've lost the Klingon.
Your mission is over.

I didn't lose the Klingon... he was taken.

And I'm going to find out who took him.

How do you plan to do that?
Space is very big, Captain...

a shadow on your sensors
won't help you find them.

This is a foolish mission.

Come with me.

I'm not interested in what
you think about this mission.

So take your Vulcan cynicism
and bury it along with your
repressed emotions.

Your reaction to this situation
is a perfect example of why

your species should remain
in its own star system.

I've been listening to you Vulcans
ell us what not to do all my life.

I watched my father work his
ass off while your scientists

held back just enough information
to keep him from succeeding.

He deserved to see that launch.

You may have life spans of 200 years...

You are going to be contacting Starfleet...
to advise them of our situation.

No, I'm not. And neither are you

Now get the hell out there
and make yourself useful.

- What have you found, doctor?
- Mister Klaang was right about
one thing... he's a Suliban.

- But unless I'm mistaken,
he's no ordinary one.
- Meaning?

His DNA is Suliban... but
his anatomy has been altered.

Look at this lung.

Five bronchial lobes.
You see? It should only have three.

And look at the alveoli clusters...
they've been modified

to process different kinds of atmospheres.

Are you saying he's some kind of mutant?

Yes, I suppose I am. But
this was no accident,

no freak of nature. This man
was the recipient of some very
sophisticated genetic engineering.

Watch this.

Subcutaneous pigment sacs.

A bio-mimetic garment.

The eyes are my favorite.

Compound retinas. He most likely saw things
even your sensors couldn't detect.

- It's not in their genome?
- Certainly not. The Suliban are no
more evolved than humans.

Very impressive work, though.

I've never seen anything quite like it.

- How about this?
- It's just background noise.

Your sensors aren't capable
of isolating plasma decay.

How can you be so damn sure
what our sensors can do?

Vulcan children play with toys
that are more sophisticated.

You know, some people say that you
Vulcans do nothing but patronize us...

but if they were here now...
if they could see how far you're
bending over backwards to help me,

they'd eat their words.

Your Captain's mission was to
return the Klingon to his people.

He no longer has the Klingon.

I realize he's only a simple Earthling...

but did it ever occur to you that
he might know what he's doing?

It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been
around too long...

God knows you remind us of
that every chance you get...

but does that mean the man who's been
put in charge of this mission doesn't
deserve our support?

Then again, loyalty's an emotion,
isn't it?

- Having any luck?
- Not really.

My analysis of the spatial disturbance
Mister Reed saw indicates a stealth vessel

with a tricyclic plasma drive.

If we can figure out the decay rate
of their plasma, we'll be able to
find their warp trail.

Unfortunately, your sensors weren't
designed to measure plasma decay.

stand so close to that?

- What've you got?
- I've managed to translate most of what Klaang said.

- But none of it makes sense.
- Nothing about the Suliban?

Nope.

That name ring a bell to you?

They're a somewhat primitive
species from Sector 3641. But
they've never posed a threat.

Well, they have now.

- Did he say anything about Earth?
- The word's not even in their database.

It's all there. There were only
4 words I couldn't translate.

Probably just proper nouns.

"Jelik...Sarin...Rigel... Tholia."

Anything sound familiar?

T'pol?

Rigel is a planetary system...
approximately 50 light years
from our present position.

Why the hesitation?

According to the navigational logs
salvaged from Klaang's ship...

Rigel 10 was the last place
he stopped before crashing
on your planet.

Why do I get the feeling you
weren't going to share that
little piece of information?

I wasn't authorized to reveal
the details of our findings.

The next time I learn you're
withholding something...

you're going to spend the rest
of this voyage confined to some
very cramped quarters. Understood?

- Archer to helm.
- here Maywhather

Go into the Vulcan starcharts
and find a system called Rigel...

- then set a course for the tenth planet.
- Yes, sir.

Where is it?

I don't know.

We're not going to harm you.
Tell me where it is.

I don't know.

Are you certain he's telling the truth?

Absolutely certain.

Did you leave it on your ship...
did you hide it somewhere...
is it on Enterprise?

I don't know what you're looking for.

What were you doing on Rigel 10?

I was sent to meet someone.

- Who
- A Suliban female... named Sarin.

And what did Sarin give you?

Nothing.

Keep him alive while I'm gone.

Once we've disembarked,
we'll be descending into
the trade complex.

It's comprised of 36 levels...

Your translators have been programmed
for Rigelian. However, there are
other species working on the colony.

Many of them are known to be
impatient with newcomers.

None of them have seen a human before.

You have a tendency to be... gregarious.
I suggest you try to restrain that tendency.

You forgot to warn us about
drinking the water.

Doctor Phlox isn't concerned
with the food and water.

. But he does caution against intimate contact.

The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier.

If he was here to get something, then whoever
gave it to him might know why he was taken.

a seven foot Klingon doesn't
go unnoticed.

Would you like to meet them?
I can arrange it.

- Is this where you saw Klaang?
- No, no, not here. I'II show you where.

But first, you should
enjoy yourselves!

Which one would you prefer?

We should get going, sir.

Me We're here to learn about the Klingon...
Are those real butterflies,
or some -kind of holograms?

Yes, absolutely, you're right.

- T'Pol to Archer.
- Go ahead.

Hey...

Central Security claims to
have no record of Klaang.

But they told me about an enclave on
Level Nineteen where Klingons have been
known to go. Something about live food.

- Where on Level Nineteen?
- The easternmost subsection...
by the geothermal shafts.

I'll meet you there as soon
as I can. Archer out.

What're you doing? Leave
the kid alone!

- Don't get involved.
- Do you see what she's doing?
He's going to suffocate!

They're Lorillians. Before
the age of 4, they can only
breathe methyloxide.

The mother is simply
weaning her son.

Could've fooled me.

Humans can't refrain from
drawing conclusions.

You should learn to objectify
other cultures...

so you can determine when to
interfere, and when not to.

Isn't an enclave supposed to have people?

"Enclave" could mean a lot of things.

T' Pol said something about
"live" food. I don't see any
restaurants...

Hello...

excuse me!

They looked Klingon to me.

Archer to T'Pol.

T'Pol, come in.

Maybe we should get back to
where there are more people.

There are plenty of people right here.
Stay behind me.

You're looking for Klaang...

- why?
- Who the hell are you?

My name is Sarin.

Tell me about the people
who took Klaang off your ship.

I was hoping you could tell me...

they looked a lot like
your friends outside.

Where were you taking him?

How come you don't look
like your friends?

Would you prefer I did?

What I'd prefer is that
you give me Klaang back.

So you could take him where?

Home...

we were just taking him home.

You'd better be careful.
I'm a lot bigger than you are.

If you're thinking about harming me,
I'd advise against it.

What are you doing?

Why were you taking Klaang home?

You know, under different circumstances,
I might be flattered by this, but...

That's never happened before.

I've been given the ability to...
measure trust... but it requires
close contact.

You're Suliban...

I'm a member of the Cabal...
but not any longer.

The price of evolution was too high.

Evolution?

Some of my people are so anxious to "improve"
themselves that they've lost perspective.

So you know I'm not lying
to you... now what?

Klaang was carrying a
message to his people...

- How do you know that?
- I gave it to him.

What kind of message?

The Suliban have been staging attacks
within the Klingon Empire...

making it appear that one
faction is attacking another.

Klaang was bringing proof of
this to his High Council.

Without that proof, the Empire c
ould be thrown into chaos.

Why would the Suliban want that?

The Cabal doesn't make
decisions on its own.

They're simply soldiers...
fighting a Temporal Cold War.

Temporal? You've lost me.

They're taking orders from
the distant future.

What?

We can help you find Klaang...
but we don't have a starship.

You'll have to take us with you.

Where's your vessel?

On the roof... Docking Port three.

This way.

Find Klaang.

Where's the pod?

- Over here!
- No, it's this way!

Come on!

Lieutenant Reed, this is Archer!
Come in!

We're on the roof! You need to
get up here as quickly as --

We've been trying to reach you,
Captain --we're back in the shuttle.

Ask him where they are.
This storm's getting worse.

Captain, what's your location?

The weather is -

- Great!
- Like I said, it's over there!

I've never seen lightning
in a snowstorm before.

The storm's kicking up
too much interference...

I can't isolate
human bio-signs.

They could be anywhere
in the complex.

Try Vulcan bio-signs

I found her.

Get to the ship --now!

- Go!
- Enterprise needs its Captain!
Give me the weapons!

I said go!

- The starboard thruster's down!
- Ignore it. Take us up.

We need instructions.

Open a channel.

- Sub-Commander T'Pol to Enterprise.
- Go ahead.

We'll be docking in four minutes.
Have Doctor Phlox meet us in Decon.

Acknowledged. Is someone wounded?

The Captain.

I'm taking command of Enterprise.

I can't do it!

Yes, you can. Take her up...

straight and steady.

Damn

You can't be afraid of the wind...
learn to trust it.

It shouldn't take more
than a few moments.

Is this really necessary?

The others scanned negative.
You two, unfortunately, were
exposed to a protocystian spore.

I've loaded the appropriate
decon-gel into compartment-B.

Tell Mister Mayweather to
prepare to leave orbit.

- How's the Captain?
- I'm treating his wound

- Will he be all right?
- Eventually

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but aren't you just kind of
an "observer" on this mission

I don't remember anyone telling me
you were a member of Starfleet.

My Vulcan rank supersedes yours.

Apples and oranges. This is an Earth vessel.
You're in no position to take command.

As soon as we're through here,
I'll contact Ambassador Soval.

�l hablar� con tus superiores,
y estoy segura que reafirmar�n mi autoridad

He'll speak to your superiors
and I'm certain they'll support
my authority in this situation.

You must really be proud of yourself.
You can put an end to this mission while
the Captain's still unconscious in Sickbay.

You won't even have to
look him in the eye.

Your precious "cargo" was stolen...
3 Suliban, perhaps more, were killed...

and Captain Archer has been
seriously wounded.

It seems to me this "mission"
has put an end to itself.

Turn around.

Let's say you're right...

let's say we screwed up just
like you always knew we would.

It's still a pretty good bet that
whoever blew that hole in the Captain's
leg is connected somehow to the people
who took Klaang.

I fail to see your point.

Captain Archer deserves a chance to
see this through. If you knew him,

you'd realize that's what
he's about. He needs to
finish what he starts.

His daddy was the same way.

You obviously share your Captain's
belief that my people were responsible

for impeding Henry Archer's
accomplishments.

He only wanted to see his engine fly...

they never even gave
him a chance to fail.

And here you are, 32 later,
proving just how consistent
you Vulcans can be.

Very nice, very nice...

your myofibers are fusing beautifully.

- How long have I been...?
- Less than six hours.

I thought it best to keep you
sedated while the osmotic eel
cauterized your wound.

Thanks.

- How are you doing, Captain?
- That depends.

What's been going on for
the last six hours?

As your highest ranking officer,
I assumed command while you were
incapacitated.

Are we underway?

You didn't waste much time, did you?

Is he fit to resume command?

As long as he returns for
more eel therapy tomorrow.

How long before we get back to
Earth?

Earth, sir?

We're currently tracking
the Suliban vessel

that left Rigel shortly
after you were injured.

You got their... plasma decay rate?

With Mister Tucker's assistance,
I modified the sensors.

You now have the resolution
to detect their warp trail.

What happened to "this is a foolish mission?"

It is a foolish mission.

The Suliban are clearly a hostile race
with technology far superior to yours.

But as Acting Captain,
I was obligated to
anticipate your wishes.

As Acting Captain, you could've done
whatever the hell you wanted to do.

I should return to the Bridge.

Dismissed.

Modifying the sensors

was her idea, sir.

Enterprise Starlog, Captain Jonathan Archer, April 16th, 2151

We've been tracking the
Suliban's ship for ten hours,

thanks to our... Science Officer,
who came up with a way to tweak the sensors.

Computer, pause.

I save her life, and now she's
helping us with the mission.

"One good turn deserves another" ...

doesn't sound very Vulcan.

Resume log.

I have no reason to believe
Klaang is still alive...

but if the Suliban woman
was telling the truth,

it's crucial that we
try to find him.

Computer, pause.

Have you ever known a
Vulcan to return a favor?

No, neither have I.

Resume log.

I still haven't decided whether
to ask Sub-Commander T'Pol about
this "Temporal Cold War."

My instincts tell me
not to trust her.

Computer, pause.

- Archer to T'Pol. Report.
- If you're feeling well enough to come to the Bridge,

now would be a good time.

It's a gas giant.

From the looks of it, a Class 6 or 7.

Class Seven.

The Suliban vessel dropped
to impulse a few hours ago
and altered course.

Their new heading took them through
its outer- radiation belt.

We've lost them?

Yes.

Move us in closer.

Anything?

The radiation's dissipated
their warp trail. I'm only
picking up fragments.

You finished helping us?

Run a spectral analysis
of the fragments.

There's too much distortion...
the decay rates don't even match.

Calculate the trajectory of each
fragment.

- Sir?
- You heard her.

Recalibrate the sensor array --
narrow-band, short-to-mid-range.

Measure the particle density
of the thermosphere.

[...]

Those "fragments" weren't from one Suliban ship...

...they were from 14...

and all within the last six hours.
I believe we've found what we're looking for.

How are your targeting scanners?

Aligned and ready, sir.

Bring the weapons on-line...

and polarize the hull plating.

Lay in a sixty degree vector.

We're goin' in

- Did Sarin give them anything?
- I don't know.
- What do you know?

- They followed us here.
- Looking for Klaang, or for you?

I don't know... but I'll destroy
them before they locate the Helix.

We didn't plan to involve the
humans or the Vulcans...

not yet .

Sarin's message cannot reach Kronos.

If the humans have it, you must stop them.

Sensor resolution's falling
off at about 12 kilometers...

Travis?

I'm okay, Captain...

Our situation should improve.
We're about to break through
the cyclohexane layer.

I wouldn't exactly call this an improvement.

Liquid phosphorous.

I wouldn't have expected that
beneath a layer of cyclohexane.

You might think about recommending
seat belts when we get home.

It's just a little bad weather.

We've got sensors!

Leveloff.
Go to long-range scans.

I'm detecting 2 vessels...
bearing 1-1-1 mark 9.

Put it up.

Impulse and warp engines.

- What kind of weapons?
- We're too far away.

Sir, I'm picking up something
at 3-4-2 mark 12...

it's a lot bigger.

All sensors --get whatever you can!

Go tighter.

- Bio-signs?
- Over 3000... but I can't isolate
a Klingon, if there is one.

That was a particle weapon, sir.

Bridge, we're taking damage
down here! What's going on?

Just a little trouble
with the bad guys.

I suggest we return to
the phosphorous layer.

Take us up.

Captain.

What've you got?

It appears to be an aggregate structure...
comprised of 100 of vessels.

They're held in place by an interlocking
system of magnetic seals.

There, right there!

These bio-readings
are not Suliban.

We can't be certain
they're Klingon.

Even if it Klaang, we'd have a tough
time getting him off of there...

We could always try the transporting device...

No. We've risked too much
to bring him back inside-out.

Would the grappler work
in a liquid atmosphere?

I believe so...

Bring it on-line.

One more time, Mister Mayweather

The ventral plating's down!

Hold your position...

The lead ship's closing...

7000 meters...

six thousand...

- We should ascend!
- Hold your position!

1000 meters...

Forward plating's off-line!

Now, Mister Reed!

Their ship's in the Launch Bay.

[...]

All right, what's this?

The pitch control.

No, that's the pitch control.

This is the guidance system.

Pitch control... guidance system...
got it.

The docking interface.

How do you deploy it?

Release the inertial clamps here,
here, and here...

then initialize the
coaxial ports.

Where's the auxiliary throttle?

Hmm. It's not this one...

With all due respect to Commander Tucker...
I'm pretty sure I could fly this thing, sir.

I don't doubt it, but I need you here...

There... that's it... the auxiliary throttle.

Captain. That charge contained
a proximity sweep.

If we remain here,
they're going to locate us.

You're gonna have to speed
this up a little, Travis.

How complicated can it be?
Up, down, forward, reverse...

we'll figure it out.

We'll be back before you know it.

Have Mayweather plot a course for Kronos.

There's a Vulcan ship less
than 2 days away.

It's illogical to attempt this alone.

I was beginning to think you
understood why we have to do
this alone.

You'll have other opportunities to
demonstrate your... independence.

Never put off 'til tomorrow...

You both could be killed.

Am I sensing concern?

Last time I checked, that
was considered an emotion.

If anything happens to either of you,
the Vulcan High Command will hold me
responsible.

Come in.

- You're finished?
- Yes.

It should reverse the polarity of
any maglock within a hundred meters.

Once you've set the sequence,
you'll have 5 seconds.

One more thing.

Ah. Our new weapons.

They're called phase-pistols.

They have 2 settings: stun and kill.

It would be best not to confuse them.

[...]

The ship is yours.

What's that?

Travis said not to worry
about that panel.

That's reassuring

Hold on.

That one was a lot closer...

If we change our position,
they'll have to start from scratch.

If we change our position,
the Captain will have no
way of finding us.

I think we're there.

Bring the docking interface on-line.

Coaxial ports.

Open.

Let's go.

Where is it?
It was right here.

Bank starboard, 90 degrees.

There you are!

That's the upper-support radius.

Drop down right below it...

and start a counter-clockwise sweep.

A little more...

more...

Right here.

Stun seems to work.

Grab on to something --

This is ridiculous!

If we don't move the ship,
Captain Archer won't have
anything to look for when
he gets back.

We're going to need
that ear of yours.

Move us away, 5 kilometers.

- In what direction?
- In what direction?

This is gonna be easier
than I thought.

It's okay.

We're getting you off this thing

I really don't want to have
to carry you out of here.

You're OK?

I think he gets the idea.
Give him a hand.

Be quiet.

You tell him, big guy.

Give me the box.

Thanks.

Get to the ship. I'll
be right behind you.

Captain?

Where are you?

I'm still on the central core.
Get Klaang back to Enterprise.

- What about you, sir?
- Get him to the ship. You
can come back for me.

It's going to be hard to
isolate your bio-signs...

so stay as far away from
the Suliban as you can.

Believe me, I'll try.

I don't particularly like the
way you smell, either.

I don't get it, this is right where they're supposed to be...

The charges are getting
closer again...

Another 5 kilometers, Lieutenant.

At this rate, the Captain'll
never find us.

Wait a minute... I think
I've got something...

Amplify it.

It's Commander Tucker

All I hear is noise

Sshh... listen... it's just a
narrow notch in the mid-range...

He says he's about to ignite
his thruster exhaust...

Coordinates: 1-58 mark 1-3.

- Laid in.
- Ahead, 50 KPH

- Esparan.
- You're welcome.

Two kilometers, dead ahead.

Initiate docking procedures.

I'm only picking up two bio-signs.

One Klingon... one human.

[...]

Our mission is to return the
Klingon to his homeworld.

Another rescue attempt could
jeopardize that mission.

The Captain specifically told
us to come back for him.

As Commanding Officer, it's my job
to interpret the Captain's orders...

I just told you his orders!
What's there to interpret?

Captain Archer may very well have
told you to return for him later

because he knew how
stubborn you can be.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

You might've risked Klaang's life
in a foolish attempt to swing back
and rescue the Captain.

I can't believe this!

The situation must be analyzed logically.

I don't remember the Captain
"analyzing" anything when he
went back for you on that roof.

That's a specious analogy.

Is it?

You're wasting your time.
Klanng knows nothing.

It would be unwise to discharge
that weapon in this room.

What is this room?

What goes on in here?

You're very curious, John. May I call you John?

Am I supposed to be impressed
that you know my name?

I've learned a great
deal about you...

even more than you know.

Well, I guess you have me at a disadvantage.

So why don't you drop the invisible man routine and

let me see who I'm talking to?

Hull plating's been re-polarized.

Stand by impulse engines.
Mister Tucker, status?

The auto-sequencer's on-line...
but annular confinement's still
off by 2 microns.

- That should suffice.
- Easy for you to say.

If the Suliban have re-established their
defenses, we'll have no other option.

You wouldn't have come looking
for Klaang if Sarin had told
you what she knew.

That means you're no threat to me, John...

but I need you to leave
this room... Now.

This chameleon thing... pretty fancy.

Was it payment for pitting the
Klingons against each other?

A trophy from your
Temporal Cold War?

- I was going to let you go.
- Really?

Then you obviously don't know as much
about me as you thought you did.

On the contrary. I could've told you
what day you were going to die...

but I suppose that's about to change.

What's the matter? No genetic tricks to
keep you from getting knocked on your butt?

What you call "tricks" we call progress.

Are you aware that your genome is
almost identical to that of an ape?

The Suliban don't share humanity's
patience with natural selection.

So to speed things up a little,
you struck a deal with the devil?

We have four more coming up
off starboard!

Can we dock, ensign?

These aren't ideal conditions!

Mister Tucker...
we're going to Plan B.

Now

Bridge, we've got him!

Sorry, Captain. We
had no other choice.

Something about disgracing the Empire...
he says he's ready to die.

I'll take that as a thank you.

I don't think they have
a word for thank you.

- What'd he say?
- You don't want to know.

Come in.

I've just gotten a response to the
message I sent to Admiral Forrest.

He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High
Command about the Suliban we ran into.

It's not every day he gets to
be the one dispensing information.

I wanted you both to hear Starfleet's
orders before I inform the crew.

- Orders?
- Your people are sending a
transport to pick you up.

I was under the impression that
Enterprise would be taking me
back to "Earth.

It would be a little
out of our way.

Admiral Forrest sees no reason
why we shouldn't keep going.

Son of a bitch!

I have a feeling Doctor Phlox won't
mind staying around for a while.

He's developing a fondness for
the human endocrine system.

I'll get double shifts
on the repair work.

I think the outer-hull's going
to need a little patching up.

Let's hope that's the last time
somebody takes a shot at us

Let's hope

T'Pol... would you stick
around for a minute?

Ever since I can remember, I've
seen Vulcans as an obstacle...

always keeping us from
standing on our own two feet.

- I understand.
- No, I don't think you do.

If I'm going to pull this off,
there are a few things I have
to leave behind.

Things like preconceptions.
holding grudges... mistrust...

- This omission would've
failed without your help.
- I won't dispute that

I was thinking a Vulcan Science Officer could come in handy,

but if I asked you to stay,

it might look like I wasn't
ready to do this on my own.

- Perhaps you should add pride to your list.
- Perhaps I should.

It might be best if I were to contact
my superiors and make the request myself...

- with your permission.
- Permission granted.

I hope nobody's in a
big hurry to get home.

Starfleet seems to think we're
ready to begin our mission.

I understand there's an inhabited
planet a few light years from here.

Sensors show a nitrogen-sulfide atmosphere.

Probably not humanoids

That's what we're here to find out.

Prepare to break orbit
and lay in a course.

I'm reading an ion storm on
that trajectory, sir...

should I go around it?

We can't be afraid of the wind, ensign.

Take us to warp 4.