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Captain, I have identified the signal.

It is from the U. S. S. Jenolen,

a Federation transport ship reported
missing in this sector 75 years ago.

Code, one alpha zero.
Ship in distress.

Take us out of warp, ensign.
All stop.

Aye, sir.

Report.

We have entered a massive
gravitational field, captain.

There are no stars
or other stellar bodies

listed on our navigational charts.

However, sensors indicate
the presence

of an extremely strong
gravitational source in this vicinity.

Can you localize the source
of the gravitational field?

Sensors?

I am having difficulty
scanning the object.

It appears to be approximately
200 million kilometers in diameter.

That's nearly as large
as the Earth's orbit around the sun.

Why didn't we detect this
before now?

The object's enormous mass

is causing a great deal
of gravimetric interference.

That might have prevented
our sensors from detecting it

before we dropped out of warp.

Mr. Data,

could this be a Dyson sphere?

The object does fit the general
parameters of Dyson's theory.

A Dyson sphere?

It's a very old theory, Number One.

I'm not surprised
that you haven't heard of it.

In the 20th century,
a physicist called Freeman Dyson

postulated the theory
that an enormous hollow sphere

could be constructed
around a star.

This would have the advantage
of harnessing

all the radiant energy
of that star,

and any population
living on the interior surface

would have virtually
inexhaustible sources of power.

Are you saying you think
there are people living in there?

Possibly a great number of people,
commander.

The interior surface area
of a sphere this size

is the equivalent of more than
250 million Class-M planets.

Sir, I have located
the distress signal.

It is coming from a point
in the northern hemisphere.

Ensign Rager, put us into
synchronous orbit above that position.

Aye, sir.

I have located the Jenolen, sir.

It has impacted
on the surface of the sphere.

Magnify.

There are no life signs.

However, there are several
small power emanations,

and life support is still functioning
on minimal levels.

Riker to Engineering.
Geordi, join us in Transporter Room 3.

Mr. Worf.

This air's pretty stale.

Life support is barely operating.

See if you can increase
the oxygen level.

Aye, sir.

Commander,
the transporter is still online.

It's being fed power
from the auxiliary systems.

The rematerialization subroutine
has been disabled.

Yeah, and that's not all.

The phase inducers
are connected to the emitter array.

The override is completely gone,

and the pattern buffer's been looked
into a continuous diagnostic cycle.

This doesn't make any sense.

Locking the unit
into a diagnostic mode

just sends the matter array
through the pattern buffer.

- Why would anyone want to--?
- There's a pattern in the buffer still.

It's completely intact.

There's less than 0.003 percent
signal degradation.

- How is that possible?
- I don't know.

I've never seen a transporter
jury-rigged like this before.

Could someone survive inside
a transporter buffer for 75 years?

I know a way to find out.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Well, thank you, lads.

Oh, my word.
We've got to get Franklin out of there.

Someone else's pattern
is still in the buffer?

Aye, Matt Franklin.
We went in together.

Something's wrong.

One of the inducers has failed.

Boost the gain
on the matter stream.

Come on, Franklin.
I know you're still in there.

It's no use.

His pattern's degraded 53 percent.

He's gone.

- I'm sorry.
- So am I.

He was a good lad.

I'm Commander William Riker,
starship Enterprise.

Lieutenant Commander
Geordi La Forge.

The Enterprise.
I should have known.

I bet Jim Kirk himself

hauled the old gal out of mothballs
to come looking for me.

Captain Montgomery Scott.

Tell me,
how long have I been missing?

- Well--
Sir.

I have restored life support.

The oxygen levels
will return to normal shortly.

Captain Scott, Lieutenant Worf.

Lieutenant?

Yes.

Captain, perhaps there are
a few things we should talk about.

We should probably get you
to Sickbay.

- Dr. Crusher will want to have--
- You've changed the resonator array.

Geordi, I think our guest is going
to have a lot of engineering questions.

Not to worry, commander,
I'll take care of him.

What have you done
with the duotronic enhancers?

Well, those were replaced with
isolinear chips about 4O years ago.

It's a lot more efficient now.
Oh, that's an EPS power tap there.

Ah.

So you were saying
a little earlier

that you were on your way
to the Norpin Colony

when you experienced
warp-engine failure?

Aye, that's right.

See, we had an overload
in one of the plasma transfer conduits,

and the captain
brought us out of warp,

and we hit some
gravimetric interference,

and there it was, as big as life.

- Oh, is that a conduit interface?
- Yeah, it is.

You were saying it's as big as life.

- You mean the Dyson sphere?
- Aye, an actual Dyson sphere.

Can you imagine
the engineering skills

needed to even design
such a structure?

Yeah, I know, it's pretty amazing.

So, what happened
when you first approached it?

Well, we began
our standard survey of the surface,

and we were just completing
the initial orbital scan

when our aft power coil
suddenly exploded.

Hmm.

The ship got caught
in the sphere's gravity well,

and down we went.

Franklin and I were the only ones
to survive the crash.

Can I ask you a question?

What in the world made you think

of using the transporter pattern buffer
to survive?

Well, we didn't have enough supplies
to wait for the rescue,

so we had to think of something.

Yeah, but locking it
into a diagnostic cycle

so that the pattern wouldn't degrade

and then cross-connecting it
with the phase inducers

to provide
a regenerative power source,

that's absolutely brilliant.

Well, I think it was only
5O percent brilliant.

Franklin deserves better.

You know, I think you're gonna enjoy
the 24th century, Mr. Scott.

We've made some pretty incredible
advances these last 80 years.

Well, from what I've seen,
you've got a fine ship, Mr. La Forge.

A real beauty here.

I must admit
to being a bit overwhelmed.

Mm. Wait till you see the holodeck.

You have a hairline
fracture of the humerus.

It will ache for a couple of days,
but it should be fine.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I'll say this
about your Enterprise:

The doctors are a fair sight prettier.

I'm Jean-Luc Picard.

Welcome aboard the Enterprise,
Captain Scott.

Thank you, sir,
and call me Scotty.

- How are you feeling?
- I don't know.

How am I feeling?

Other than a few bumps
and bruises,

I'd say you feel fine
for a man of 147.

And I don't feel a day over 120.

I must say, I was a little surprised

when Commander Riker told me
that you were on board the Jenolen.

Our records didn't show you listed
as a member of the crew.

Well, I was never actually
a member of the crew.

I was just a passenger.

I was heading for Norpin V

to settle down
and enjoy my retirement.

I see.

Well, I would very much enjoy
the opportunity

of hearing you talk
about your career.

I'm sure you would have
some fascinating insights

into the events of your time.

I'd be happy to.

Good, I'll look forward to it.
Excuse me.

Commander, we need to begin

a full spectrograph analysis
of the Dyson sphere.

- I'll get right on it, sir.
- Good.

- Once again, welcome on board.
- Sir.

I need to get to Engineering
and begin that analysis.

Engineering?
I thought you'd never ask.

Captain, the first thing
you need to get is some rest.

Now, this has been
a shock to your system,

and I want you to not push yourself.

We're pretty busy down there
anyway, Captain Scott.

I promise,
I'd be happy to give you a tour

just as soon as the doctor
says it's okay.

I'll find someone
to show you your quarters.

Aye.

This is the food replicator
and your computer terminal.

Good Lord, man.
Where have you put me?

These are standard
guest quarters, sir.

I can try and find something bigger
if you want.

Bigger?

In my day,

even an admiral wouldn't have had
such quarters on a starship.

You know, I remember a time we had
to transport the Dohlman of Elas.

Whine and complain so much
about quarters as she did.

The holodecks, Ten-Forward,

and the gymnasium
are all at your disposal.

The Computer can tell you
how to find them.

Until we issue you a combadge,

just use one of these panels
if you need anything.

You know, these quarters remind me
of a hotel room in Argelius.

Oh, now, there is a planet.

Everything a man wants,
right at his fingertips.

Of course, on the first visit,
I got into a wee bit of trouble--

Excuse me, sir,
but I have to return to duty.

Ah.

Well, then,

thank you.

I want you to shut down
the warp engines

and recalibrate the aft sensors
while I work on the lateral array.

Aye, sir.

Can I help you, sir?

Oh, I don't think so, lassie,
but I'll let you know if you can.

Sir, this area's restricted
to authorized personnel.

Bartel, it's okay. I'll handle it.

- Captain Scott, this really isn't--
- We're in Engineering.

- Call me Scotty.
- Scotty.

This really isn't a good time
for a tour.

We're running a phase seven survey
of the Dyson sphere.

I'm not here for a tour, laddie.

I'm here to help.

That's very kind,
but I'm sure we can handle it.

I was a Starfleet engineer
for 52 years, Mr. La Forge.

I think I'm still useful.

You're right.

We'd be grateful
for any help you could give us.

Good. Let's get to work.

Sensors indicate
the presence of a G-type star

at the center of the sphere.

There also appears to be
a Class-M atmosphere

clinging to the interior surface.

Is there any indication
that the sphere is inhabited?

Not as yet, sir.

Our preliminary data suggests
it is still capable of supporting life.

We have been unable to find
any definite signs of current habitation.

Mr. Data, send out a series
of class-four probes

to survey the far side
of the sphere.

Perhaps we'll have more luck
with them.

Aye, sir.

Adjust the frequency stabilization
of the main deflector dish.

- It's out of sync--
- Laddie, you need to phase-lock

the warp fields within 3 percent
or they'll become unstable.

- What?
- Well, look, here's the...

We use a multiphase
auto-containment field now.

It's meant to operate
above 3 percent.

Oh, Well.

That would make the difference.

We can restart the engines
in 10 minutes.

Thank you, lieutenant.

I remember a time
when the old Enterprise

was spiraling towards Psi 2000.

Yeah. Thank you.

And the captain wanted to try
a cold start of the warp engines.

And I told him
that without a proper phase-lock,

it would take at least 3O minutes.

You cannot change
the laws of physics, I told him.

But he wouldn't believe me.

So I had to come up with a whole new
engine start-up routine.

Do you know that your
dilithium crystals are going to fracture?

We recomposite the crystals

while they're still inside
the articulation frame.

Look, Mr. Scott,
I'd love to explain everything to you,

but the captain wants this
spectrographic analysis done

by 1300 hours.

Do you mind a little advice?

Starfleet captains
are like children.

They want everything right now,
and they want it their way.

But the secret is to give them only
what they need, not what they want.

Yeah, well, I told the captain
I'd have this analysis done in an hour.

How long would it really take?

An hour.

Oh, you didn't tell him how long
it would really take, did you?

Well, of course I did.

Oh, laddie, you've got a lot to learn

if you want people to think of you
as a miracle worker.

- Now, listen--
- Captain Scott.

I've tried to be patient,
I've tried to be polite.

But I've got a job to do here,
and quite frankly, you're in the way.

I was driving starships

while your great-grandfather
was still in diapers.

I'd think you'd be a little grateful
for some help.

I'll leave you to work, Mr. La Forge.

- May I help you, sir?
- Aye, lad.

Scotch, neat.

There you go, sir.

Thank you.

What in blazes is this?

Didn't you order Scotch?

Laddie, I was drinking Scotch
a hundred years before you were born,

and I can tell you that whatever this is,
it is definitely not Scotch.

I believe I may be
of some assistance.

Captain Scott is unaware
of the existence of synthehol.

- Synthehol?
- Yes, sir.

It is an alcohol substitute
now being served aboard starships.

It simulates the appearance,
taste and smell of alcohol,

but the intoxicating effects
can be easily dismissed.

You're not quite human, are you?

No, sir. I am an android.

Lieutenant Commander Data.

Synthetic Scotch.
Synthetic commanders.

I believe Guinan
does keep a limited supply

of non-syntheholic products.

Perhaps one of them
would be to your liking.

Ah.

- What is it?
- It is...

Hmm.

It is...

It is green.

Ah.

Please enter program.

The android at the bar
said you could show me my old ship.

Let me see it.

Insufficient data.
Please specify parameters.

The Enterprise.

Show me the Bridge of the Enterprise,
you chattering piece of--

COMPUTER". There have been five
Federation ships with that name.

Please specify
by registry number.

NCC-1701.

No bloody A, B, C or D.

Program complete. Enter when ready.

Here's to you, lads.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

I was just coming off duty,

and I wanted to see
how you were doing.

Oh. Not at all, not at all.

Would you have a drink with me,
captain?

Thank you.

I don't know what it is exactly,
but I would be real careful. It's real...

Aldebaran whiskey.

Who do you think gave it to Guinan?

Ah.

- Constitution class.
- Aye.

- You're familiar with them?
- There's one in the fleet museum.

But...

But then, of course,
this is your Enterprise.

I actually served on two.
This was the first.

She was also the first ship
I ever served on as chief engineer.

You know, I served aboard 11 ships.

Freighters, cruisers, starships,
but this is the only one I think of.

The only one I miss.

The first vessel
that I served on as captain

was called the Stargazer.

It was an overworked,
underpowered vessel,

always on the verge
of flying apart at the seams.

In every measurable sense,
my Enterprise is far superior.

But there are times
when I would give almost anything

to command the Stargazer again.

Oh, it's like the first time
you fall in love.

You don't ever love a woman
quite like that again.

Well, to the Enterprise,
and the Stargazer.

Old girlfriends
we'll never meet again.

What do you think
of the Enterprise-D?

- She's a beauty, with a good crew.
- But?

But...

When I was here,

I could tell you the speed
that we were traveling

by the feel of the deck plates.

But on your ship,
I feel like I'm just in the way.

Well, 75 years is a long time.

If you would care to study
some technical schematics or--

I'm not 18, and I can't
start out like a raw cadet.

No, there comes a time

when a man finds
that he can't fall in love again.

He knows that it's time to stop.

I don't belong on your ship.

I belong on this one.

This was my home.

This is where I had a purpose.

But it's not real.

It's just
a computer-generated fantasy.

And I'm just an old man
who's trying to hide in it.

Computer, shut this bloody thing off.

It's time I acted my age.

Come.

Mr. La Forge, I understand
that before the Jenolen crashed,

it had conducted an extensive survey
of the Dyson sphere.

Have we been able to access
any of those records?

We did try to download
their memory core,

but it was pretty heavily damaged
in the crash.

We actually haven't been able
to get much out of it.

Mm. Perhaps Captain Scott could be
of use in accessing that material.

It's possible.

He does know those systems
better than any of us.

I'll have Lieutenant Bartel
beam down with him.

Mr. La Forge.

I would like you
to accompany Captain Scott.

- Me, sir?
- Yes.

Look, this is not an order.

It's a request,

and it's one that you must feel
perfectly free to decline.

You see, one of the most
important things in a person's life

is to feel useful.

Now, Mr. Scott
is a Starfleet officer,

and I would like him
to feel useful again.

I'll go with him, sir.

Thank you.

Commander.

I believe I have found
something on the sphere

which could be
a communications device.

There's an antenna array

approximately 400,000 kilometers
south of our present position.

It is emitting low-intensity
subspace signals.

Can you open a channel?

No, sir, not from our present orbit.

The array is currently directed
away from us.

Ensign, prepare to put us in orbit
above those coordinates.

Captain Picard,
to the Bridge, please.

Are you feeling all right?

Well, never get drunk unless
you're willing to pay for it the next day.

I'll manage.

Okay.

Energize.

Sensors indicate that the large circle
is a portal or airlock,

possibly leading
to the interior of the sphere.

This looks like the front door.
Should we ring the bell?

Mr. Worf, open a channel
to that communications array.

Aye, sir.

Some kind of tractor beam
has locked on to us.

Helm, get us out of here.

We've lost main power.
Auxiliary power down to 20 percent.

We're being pulled inside.

Auxiliary power failing.

The resonance frequency
of the tractor beams

is incompatible
with our power systems.

Warp and impulse engine relays
have been overloaded.

I am attempting to compensate.

The tractor beams
have released us, sir.

Hold position here
until we can get our bearing.

Full sensor sweep, Mr. Data.
Where are we?

Approximately 9O million kilometers
from the star's photosphere.

- It may be--
Sir.

The inertial motion
from the tractor beams

is still carrying us forward.

Impulse engines are off-line,
and I can't stop our momentum.

The primary computer database
should be online now.

- Give it a try.
- Okay.

I've got three access lines
to the central core.

Still nothing.

Bunch of old, useless garbage.

- Huh?
- I say it's old, Mr. La Forge.

It can't handle the interface
of your power converter.

This equipment was designed
for a different era.

Now it's just a piece of junk.

Oh, I don't know, it seems like
some of it's held together pretty well.

Century out of date.
It's just obsolete.

Well, you know, that's interesting,
because I was just thinking

that a lot of these systems
haven't changed much

in the last 75 years.

This transporter is basically

the same system
we use on the Enterprise.

Subspace radio and sensors

still operate
under the same basic principle.

Impulse engine design hasn't
changed much in the last 200 years.

If it wasn't for all
the structural damage,

this ship still might be
in service today.

Maybe so.

But when they can build ships
like your Enterprise,

who'd want to pilot
an old bucket like this?

I don't know.

If this ship were operational,

I bet she'd run circles around
the Enterprise at impulse speeds.

Just because something's old
doesn't mean you throw it away.

You know, we used to have something
called a dynamic mode converter.

You wouldn't have something like that
on your Enterprise, would you?

I haven't seen anything like that
in a long time.

But I bet I might be able to come up
with something similar.

La Forge to Enterprise.

La Forge to Enterprise.
Come in, please.

- Interference?
- No, they're gone.

We will enter the sun's
photosphere in three minutes.

Maneuvering thrusters.

I've got 30 percent power.
It won't be enough to stop us.

No, but it may be enough
to turn us into orbit

and hold our distance
from the photosphere.

Ensign, port thrusters ahead full.
Starboard thrusters back full.

Our flight path is changing.
Right, 10.7 degrees, sir.

Insufficient to clear the photosphere.

Lieutenant Bartel,

divert all power
from the auxiliary relay systems

to the maneuvering thrusters.

Aye, sir.

We're in orbit, captain.

Our altitude is 150,000 kilometers.

I'll see about getting
main power back online.

Very well.

Mr. Data, begin a scan
of the interior surface for life forms.

I want to know
who brought us in here, and why.

Aye, sir.

I can't find them anywhere in orbit.

Well, they could have crashed
into the sphere like the Jenolen.

No, we'd be picking up background
radiation if they'd gone down.

There's another possibility.
They could be inside the sphere.

Maybe. Whatever happened,
we've got to find them.

You know, if we could get
these engines back online,

we could track them
with their impulse ion trail.

What, are you daft?
The main drive assembly's shot,

the inducers have melted,
the power couplings are wrecked.

We'd need a week
just to get started.

But we don't have a week,
so we've no sense in crying about it.

Come on, we'll see what we can do
with your power converter.

The sphere appears
to be abandoned, captain.

Sensors show that the star
is extremely unstable.

It is experiencing severe bursts
of radiation and matter expulsions.

Then that would explain
why they abandoned it.

But if there's no one still living there,
how were we brought inside?

I believe we have triggered a series
of automatic piloting beams

designed to guide ships
into the sphere.

Sir, sensors show
a large magnetic disturbance

on the star's surface.

It is a solar flare, captain.
Magnitude 12, class B.

Shields?

Shields are up,
but only at 23 percent.

The star has entered
a period of increased activity.

Sensors indicate that the solar flares
will continue to grow.

In three hours,

our shields will no longer
be sufficient to protect us, sir.

Shunt the deuterium
from the main cryo-pump

to the auxiliary tank.

The tank can't withstand
that kind of pressure.

Where'd you get that idea?

What do you mean
where did I get that idea?

It's in the impulse engine
specifications.

Regulation 42/15.

Pressure variances
on the IRC tank storage?

- Yeah.
- Forget it. I wrote it.

A good engineer is always a wee bit
conservative, at least on paper.

Just bypass the secondary
cut-off valve and boost the flow.

It'll work.

Okay.

If we've done our jobs properly,

the engines should be
coming back online about now.

Hey, you were right.
The auxiliary tank is holding.

Take the Bridge, commander.

Oh, no.
You're the senior officer here.

Oh, I may be captain by rank,

but I never wanted to be
anything else but an engineer.

All right.

Shields still holding, sir.
But they are down another 15 percent.

Mr. Worf, can we use the phasers
to open a hole in the sphere?

No, sir. The exterior shell
is composed of carbon-neutronium.

Our weapons would be ineffective.

Mr. Data, we have to find
some way out of here.

Begin scanning for another hatch
or portal that might still be open.

The interior surface area is over
1O to the 16th square kilometers.

It will take seven hours
to completely scan the surface, sir.

I will endeavor
to speed up the process, sir.

The Enterprise ion trail
leads right to this point.

It looks like some kind of doorway.

Oh, I bet you two bottles of Scotch
that they're inside the sphere.

And that they went in
right through that hatch.

Yeah, no bet here.
Question is how?

Look at that momentum distribution
of the ions.

It would take
an impulse engine full reverse

to put out a signature like that.

So they didn't go in willingly.

This looks like
some kind of communications array.

Aye, we found hundreds of them

when we did our initial survey
75 years ago.

- Did you try hailing them?
- Aye.

That was standard procedure
at the time,

and we did it
right before we crashed.

Yeah, hailing
is standard procedure today too.

Scotty.

What if those aren't
communications arrays?

What if they're access terminals

which are triggered by subspace
signals on certain frequencies?

Frequencies
like our standard ship's hail.

Exactly.

The Enterprise,
when they saw that terminal,

they probably did the same thing
you did 75 years ago.

Open a channel.

Only this time,
they triggered something

that activated that hatch
and pulled the ship inside the sphere.

A very nice piece of reasoning,
laddie, nice indeed.

Yeah, well, we could probably
trigger the hatch ourselves,

only we'd get pulled in
just like they were.

Maybe all we need to do
is to get our foot in the door.

No, we might not be pulled inside
when the hatch opens

if we keep our distance
from the sphere.

Say, half a million kilometers.

Then when the hatch
starts to close,

we move in and we use the Jenolen
to jam the hatch open,

hoping that the Enterprise
will escape.

You can't be serious.
That hatch is huge.

It'll crush this ship like an egg.

Geordi, the shields will hold.
Don't worry about that.

And I can get a few extra gigawatts
out of these babies.

- Oh, Scotty, it's crazy--
- Geordi,

I have spent my whole life

trying to figure out crazy ways
of doing things.

I'm telling you,

as one engineer to another,
I can do this.

- All right. Let's do it.
- Oh. Aye.

We're at 500,000 kilometers.

Engines are ready.

Okay, here we go.

Come on, there's nothing out here.

Give it up.

That's it. Let's go, full impulse.

Sir, there's an audio message
from Commander La Forge.

La Forge
to Enterprise. Do you read me?

Go ahead, commander,
we read you.

We're using the Jenolen to hold open
the hatch that you came through,

but our shields
aren't gonna hold out much longer.

Understood. Ensign, set a course.

The plasma intercooler's gone.
The engines are overheating.

I've lost helm control.
La Forge to Enterprise.

We're not gonna be able to move this
ship out of the way when you get here.

You're gonna have to destroy it
in order to escape.

How much longer
before we reach them?

With impulse engines operating
at 60 percent power,

it will take one minute 40 seconds.

Bridge to Transporter Room 3.

Prepare to beam two from the Jenolen
as soon as we're within range.

It's coming apart, lad.
I can't do anything else.

Photon torpedoes
armed and ready, sir.

We are within transporter range.

Bridge to Transporter Room.
Energize.

Aye, sir.

Fire torpedoes.

There, now.
That wasn't so bad, was it?

Captain's log, stardate 46125.3.

Starfleet has dispatched
two science vessels

to study the Dyson sphere,
while we proceed to Starbase 55.

So this alien space baby,

which was about the size
of a four-story building,

really thought the Enterprise
was its mother.

- Oh, you're pulling an old man's leg.
- No, really.

It was suckling power directly
from the ship's fusion reactors.

So Dr. Brahms and I
changed the power frequency

from 21 centimeters
to 0.02 centimeters.

- So you soured the milk.
- That's right.

Oh, enjoy these times, Geordi.

You're the chief engineer
of a starship,

and it's a time of your life
that will never come again.

When it's gone, it's gone.

Now, lad, I thought you were going
to buy me a drink in Ten-Forward.

Actually, I had a better idea.

You're giving me one of your shuttles?

Well, call it an extended loan.

Since you lost your ship saving ours,
it seemed only fair.

She's not much to look at.

Laddie, every woman
has her own charm.

You just have to know
where to look for it.

Well, she's a little slow,

but she'll certainly get you
to the Norpin Colony,

if that's really
where you wanna go.

The Norpin Colony
is for old men to retire.

Maybe someday
I'll end up there, but not yet.

Well, bon voyage, Mr. Scott.

Thank you, sir, for everything.

Mr. Scott.

- Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.

- Scotty.
- Thank you.

- Bye. Be well.
- Mm.

- A good crew.
- Yeah, they are.

And a fine ship.
A credit to her name.

But I've always found

that a ship is only as good
as the engineer who takes care of her,

and from what I can see,
the Enterprise is in good hands.

You take care of yourself out there.

Aye.