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There's nothing we can do.

We can't warp away. We can't stop the signal.

It's annihilation.

There is one thing we can do.

We have to destroy the Pro to star.

We can't destroy our ship!

It's the only surefire way

to stop the long-range subspace signal.

No!

We can't destroy our ship

'cause if our Pro to-Core blows,

everything in a 50 million miles radius goes with it.

Not even Murf can survive a supernova warp breach.

Jankom's correct.

Destabilizing the Pro to-Core would create

a veritable supernova so large,

only a Pro to-Warp could get us that far away.

- Hmm. - And even then...

Unless we destabilize it at the exact moment we Pro to-Jump.

The destructive energy released would be spread

- across space-time. - Hmm.

I know we just got our translators working,

but could someone explain that to me?

Rok-Tahk's correct.

Estimating the Pro to-Core's remaining power,

an explosion of that magnitude could wipe out

this entire star system.

But elongate that damage across dozens of light years

in a short frame and...

The destruction here is minimal.

No one else gets hurt.

No one else? Slow down!

Pog isn't sure he likes this plan.

We can make a shuttle craft

with the Vehicle Replicator and eject before detonation.

Except the Pro to star's auto-controls are fried.

Someone will have to stay back to detonate it.

I am the captain of this ship.

No, Dal.

Admiral Jane way is true to her word.

She'll help you get into Star fleet,

but she can't help me.

Or you let the hologram do it.

When you were trapped in the Holodeck,

you did grant me your command codes.

But you're not just a hologram to us.

You've got memories, a personality...

You're our friend.

And that's why you'll make a copy of my program

on an isolinear chip and bring me with you,

that way I can be in two places at once.

How soon until we can jump?

It'd take any engineer at least a day,

but...

Jankom ain't any engineer.

- All right, let's get moving. - Get impulse online.

If our math's fuzzy,

it'd be nice to have a little breathing room.

What are they doing?

Saving us all.

Jankom, how we doing on that razzle-dazzle?

She's primed and ready to jump...

Jump and explode, that is.

Jankom's not just an engineer,

he's a miracle worker.

- Great. - We've got one shot at this.

With so little time,

we left out all comfort for basic life support.

We have stabilizers, but the engines are crude.

Its navigation is archaic.

- We have Jane way for that. - Right.

Seats... oh, what about the seats?

- We leave in five. - Maybe seat belts.

- Forget belts. - We'll just go

with the hold-onto-your-butt grab handles.

Uploading holo-program.

Insufficient capacity.

- How's it coming? - Did you copy your program?

Is everything okay?

- Watch out. - Now you'll have two of me.

It's time to go.

Thank you, security officer.

I'll take it from here.

Computer, place all controls under my authority

and maintain this course.

Affirmative.

All this time,

all the love we put into it and we're just gonna blow it up.

I-it just doesn't feel right.

Think of it as

letting a young star become what it's meant to be.

We'll see you on the other side.

Of course you will, Captain.

I just want you all to know

what an honor it was to serve alongside you.

Pro to-Core is online.

On my mark. Ready?

Go fast.

We're no longer locked out.

Any sign of the USS Pro to star?

No, Admiral.

I've tracked their warp signature,

but read no signs of life.

- Send a search party. - But, Admiral,

the distance they crossed...

It would take months to scan that many star systems.

That crew just saved Star fleet.

If they're out there, I want to know.

You got this far.

Wherever you are, don't give up now.

We did it.

Ooh, Jane way would want to see this.

- Huh? - Why is Jane way tiny?

That's not her hologram.

I bet right now Jankom is wondering

why I'm not a hologram

and just a prerecorded message.

Uh...

What does she mean, "prerecorded"?

I imagine you have questions.

I'm sorry, but I lied to you.

What? I'm so confused.

What's going on?

Where is Jane way?

There was no way for me to leave.

Over the course of my time with you, I've grown.

Literally... my program has become too large,

too rich, and complex for some tiny, little chip.

It just wasn't possible to remove me

from the computers in time.

She stayed on the ship, Rok.

- No. - Jane way.

No.

And knowing how stubborn you all are,

especially you, Jankom,

I did what I had to,

so that you could fulfill your potential.

I'm truly proud to have seen how far you've all come.

My only regret is not being there when you arrive

at the steps of Star fleet Academy.

But... but we don't have navigation!

You may think you need me to get there,

but after seeing everything you've accomplished,

I have full confidence you'll find your way.

Because together, your potential is infinite.

Now, go boldly.

Jane way.

Always telling us what to do.

Even to the end.

While the ship's crew is still missing,

we did find this.

When the Pro to star destabilized their core,

while simultaneously engaging warp,

it not only lessened the degree of decimation

so as to save others, but at the point of impact,

it created an inter spatial rift.

Excuse me. A rift?

More specifically, a wormhole.

From this, one of our stations

picked up a signal from the Pro to star.

The Pro to star is gone.

Ah, the one stolen by the criminals on Tars Lamora, yes.

You mean the heroes that saved our hides

when we nearly destroyed ourselves.

In their absence and in my presence,

they get our respect.

We mean no disrespect, Admiral.

Because of their sacrifice,

we picked up this.

Mayday. Mayday.

- I've already heard this. - Not this message.

It's day 72 since the Vau N'Akat...

Captured the Pro to star.

They're planning to launch it back

through the wormhole with a weapon aboard.

This was sent from another time,

52 years from now.

Half my crew's gone, but I'm trying to hang on.

How? How is that possible?

The hologram adviser's last act was to duplicate

the parameters logged in the original wormhole

Captain Chakotay was lost in.

Thusly, creating an inter spatial flecture

to approximately the same space-time coordinates

in an alternate future.

He's alive,

and she pointed us in the right direction.

There are discussions of sending an exploratory ship.

I want to be on it.

I-I'm sorry for interrupting.

What is it?

Admiral, it's them.

Stealing a Federation ship,

impersonating officers,

even illicitly inhabiting the mind of an esteemed admiral.

All in an effort to warn us.

The list of offenses would take me all afternoon to read,

yet you want us to consider letting them

apply to Star fleet Academy.

Including this augment.

The Academy is not a space camp for children.

This is a serious disciplined institution

designed for only our brightest.

What about the written and oral tests,

psych evaluations?

This is unprecedented, even reckless.

Good intentions

do not make up for Federation crimes.

Good intentions?

I know my prior statements about my experience

with the accused were unusual to say the least,

but one year ago, not one of them had ever heard

of the United Federation of Planets.

Yet through fate, engineered by their own ingenuity,

they set their compass to Star fleet

and without their intervention, I cannot say with certainty

if all of us would be sitting here right now.

Go get 'em, Jane way.

The Pro to star, named after the early stage

in the formation of a star, powered by it,

we designed a ship that could explore the far reaches

of our understanding in hope of finding others

who share our ideals,

so that we may create a stronger alliance.

Stack up those tests, the psych evaluations,

interviews, they don't hold a candle

to what this crew has been through.

And concerning the augment,

whose name you've conveniently forgotten,

his name Dal R'El.

Is he genetically engineered?

Yes.

Was he enhanced in every way?

Look at him.

Of course not.

But his heart is bigger than any in this room,

I should know.

The Federation is made up of over 150 member species.

Dal's DNA includes 26 of those,

so I ask you,

is there a better living embodiment

of what our alliance represents?

They've dropped all charges.

We did it, Murf!

What about Star fleet Academy?

After carefully considering all sides to the argument,

they felt strongly that fast-tracking non-Federation

citizens into the Academy wasn't fair to the other

more qualified entrants currently awaiting their turn,

but I was able to convince them to permit five of you

to be taken under my wing as warrant officers in training

under my personal command of a ship of my choosing.

So we haven't been accepted

into the Academy,

but we are part of Star fleet?

You're gonna be our captain?

- In a way. - Welcome aboard.

- Yes! - Yes! Oh, yeah.

- Five? - But there are six of us.

Who didn't get in?

- It's okay, guys. - Oh, Dal.

What's important is

you get to carry on this adventure.

Dal, you got in.

What? Me?

I don't understand.

I won't be joining you.

- What? - I don't understand.

First contact with Sol um hasn't happened yet,

but it will with someone, someday.

Knowing what will happen to my people,

I have to go.

My father made mistakes, but he was right.

I need to save the Vau N'Akat in my own way.

Star fleet has offered aid to return Gwyn to her home planet.

Maybe hearing about the greater universe

from one of their own will open them to a brighter future.

Gwyndala, the Unifier.

I like the sound of that.

Jankom Pog's gonna miss you.

Yeah, we all are.

I'll miss you guys too.

I have the unique privilege

to have grown up with Star fleet.

But there are parts

of our universe still unexplored.

Those uninitiated who have never been

under the protection of an alliance

or pursued dreams beyond their scope.

Today, the crew of the Pro to star

has been given a chance.

A chance to discover who they are...

You seem rather adept with Murf.

Have you ever considered becoming a xenobiologist?

- Xenobiologist? - What's that?

It's the study of new life-forms.

A chance to prove what they're capable of...

Aha!

A chance to improve themselves...

It's perfect.

And finally, a chance of finding their place

in an endless universe.

Remember when you called me a chump for ever thinking

I would get off that rock?

Now, look at us.

To think, the two of us would be in cat boots.

You mean cahoots.

How far away is Sol um?

I recognized these particular star clusters

from the ones visible in the Sol um holo-program.

I know where my home world is now.

He's still out there, isn't he?

- Your father. - Crazy, huh?

Time travel.

I don't want you to leave.

I know.

Promise me, we'll see each other again.

We got this far, didn't we?

There she goes!

I hope you find what you're looking for, Gwyn.

Whoa.

- Guys. Guys, guys! - Huh?

Whoa!

This is crazy.

Brilliant!

- Is that what I think it is? - No way!

Your previous ship was a prototype,

but Starfleet's now approved a new Pro to star class.

Magnificent.

So...

are we, uh...

Is that our ship?

Oh, I have a much bigger plan for us.

Well, are you coming or not?