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LA'AN: Previously on
Star Trek Strange New Worlds...

Lieutenant La'An Noonien-Singh.
Chief of security.

I've been assigned
as acting first officer.

No sedatives.

CHAPEL: Maybe I wasn't clear about

the terrible pain part.

Maybe I wasn't clear when I said no.

The Gorn captured
my family's colony ship.

I was the only one to survive.

Can I help?

No.

SPOCK: Hemmer may not be able to see,
but his other senses compensate.

HEMMER: Compensate? They are superior.

What the... How did you...

PIKE: You beat out, how many,

- a thousand applicants?
- Several thousand.

Both my parents were killed
in a shuttle accident.

Didn't feel like I fit anywhere.

I understand you did not come
to Starfleet the way many of us have.

That you are not sure you wish to stay.

Starfleet would be fortunate
to have an officer like you.

LA'AN: Security Officer's Log,
Stardate 3177.3.

The Enterprise is currently
en route to deliver

an atmospheric processor upgrade
to Finibus Ill.

Without our assistance,
the air on this remote colony

will become unbreathable
in a matter of weeks.

As we prepare for our arrival,

we pause to honor
Starfleet Remembrance Day.

(PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM CHIMES)

PIKE: Attention,
this is the captain speaking.

Many of us have known those

who have made the ultimate sacrifice.

Officers, scientists,

civilians who gave their lives

in the hope for galactic peace.

Today we remember
the friends and comrades we lost.

Exploration can exact a heavy toll.

As captain, there is
no loss more devastating

than that of a crew member.

Remembrance Day is about them.

Those of us left behind
wear the insignia

of past ships on which
we served together.

As we honor the lives
that have been given,

let us also be grateful
to be still on the journey.

HEMMER: Tell me,

what is the essential function
of the AP 350 device?

It's an air filter.

Cadets.

Never read the assignment
materials in advance.

Invented by a Zigwel Orgon in 2234.

First deployed on Titan after
the Crestbrock mining collapse.

Unlike its predecessors,
the upgraded model, AP 350,

uses charged positron rods
to stabilize the ion matrix,

which, then, well, filters the air.

Fine.

Points granted.

MALE VOICE: (OVER P.A.) Lieutenant Taft,
please report to the shuttle bay.

Most cadets labor their rotation
through engineering

dreaming of Command.

UHURA: I'm enjoying it here, actually.

Engineering is a lot like linguistics.

Is that so?

Sure. Both are dependent on

how seemingly unrelated
systems communicate.

Big ideas.

To impress me,

you're going to need to do better
than theorize.

Challenge accepted.

You're not wearing your pin.

- No big deal.
- Okay.

- You know how I feel about it.
- Yeah, I definitely do.

The past is the past,
there's no point in looking back.

Closure seems like a reason...

- Una, stop.
- Starfleet has resources...

I am not going to let some doctor
inside my head

to try and fix me.
I'm not broken. I'm fine.

Captain, we've arrived in orbit.

PIKE: So, where's the welcome wagon?

Sir, Finibus III is still
not responding to any hails.

When was their last transmission?

According to the log, two days ago.

I have been monitoring
radio wave interference

emanating from a large brown dwarf
in close proximity.

That's what's jamming the signal?

Possible. Let me adjust sensors.

(BEEPING)

The brown dwarf does not appear
to be the problem, Captain.

Finibus III is not responding

because the colony's communications
satellite has been destroyed.

Accidental?

Impossible to say, Captain.

All right.

Report it to Starfleet.

Protocol now is we investigate,
make contact on the ground.

Go slow. No assumptions
until we gather more intel.

I'll prep a landing party.

Lieutenant Noonien-Singh.

(SOFT WARBLING)

UNA: There are supposed to be
hundreds of people here.

TODD: I'm not getting
any human life signs.

UNA: Rushed evacuation?

LA'AN: Rushed under fire.
Those are blast marks.

Definitely a skirmish here.

(METAL RATTLING)

- (BARKING)
- (GASPS)

- (SIGHS)
- (OTHERS LAUGHING)

That's not funny.

Commander, come take a look.

UNA: Not an evacuation.

A massacre.

LA'AN: Looks like the bodies
were all dragged here.

But where are they now?

(BEEPING)

Number One, we've got an
unidentified ship up here.

We're beaming you back up.

The away team is on board, Captain.

No Federation badges.
Ship has her shields up.

Scans reveal multiple life forms.
Unable to identify.

- Hail them. All channels.
- (SYSTEM WARBLING)

No response.

Yellow alert. Shields up.

Captain, they're hailing us.

(SYSTEM CHIMING)

Belay that order.

On screen.

(EXHALES)

Thank God. You're Starfleet.

This is Captain Christopher Pike
of the U.S.S. Enterprise. And you are?

Professor Thandie of Finibus Ill.

My apologies, but I needed to be sure.

- What's your status?
- Most of us are injured.

This is a cargo vessel.
Life support is overextended.

Prepare for transport to the Enterprise.

Uh, Captain, this ship is used
for hauling radioactive ore.

The hull is transport resistant.

Zuniga, attach
a deep space transport tube.

- (BEEPING)
- Can you tell me what happened?

A blast from the sky took out
our main colony structure.

We then all heard a loud ringing sound.

Everything gets blurry after that.

No signs of any other vessels.
No residual warp signatures.

Hang on.

Everything's going to be all right.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (WOMAN SOBBING)
- (COUGHING)

I can't thank you enough.

All of us owe you our lives.

UNA: We're still trying
to figure out who did this.

Did anyone see anything?

A farmer saw streaks in the sky.

He said it was like rain on fire.

Most of us were unconscious by then.

LA'AN: We count about
a hundred with you.

What happened to the rest of the colony?

I don't know.

We woke up and they were gone.

No bodies. Just blood.

Ringing... Maybe an ultrasonic cannon?

Rain on fire.

Sub-orbital plasma bombardment.

No ships on our sensors,

but my gut is telling me
something's off.

- Fig! Come here, stop! Fig!
- Hey, hey, hey.

The monsters are coming, hide!

Honey, you know monsters aren't real.

What monsters?

The ones who took Daddy.

This has been awful for her.

Did you see something, Fig?

It was dark. I didn't see it.

But it makes noises. Like this.

(CLUCKING TONGUE)

La'An to Bridge.

We need to scan the area
for polarized EM signatures.

Quickly.

What is it?

I'm not sure yet.

Sensors are detecting
a slight optical distortion

near the second moon. A hologram, sir.

Raise shields! Now!

- Raise shields. Red alert.
- ORTEGAS: We can't.

The transport tube.
We can't raise shields.

(ALARM BLARING)

Oh, no.

La'An, move.

It's the Gorn.

PIKE: 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.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(MUFFLED, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Okay, you're next. Sit tight.

(BOOMING IN DISTANCE)

Clear that bed!

- (ALARM BLARING)
- (CHATTER CONTINUING)

UNA: She didn't make it.

What about the girl?

- You're bleeding.
- I'll be fine.

Thank you. I...
I locked up. I just... I...

Forget that. I told the Captain.
If you're right, they need you.

Get to the bridge.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

Pike to Main Cargo Bay.
Warp is down, Hemmer.

Securing the processor first, Captain.
It's not safe under fire.

PIKE: Do it, but get us warp, fast.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

- Shields at 60%.
- Anything?

ZUNIGA: Switching comm control
to tactical.

Still no response to hails.

How fast can you push impulse?

The starboard nacelle is half-damaged.

I can get us about half speed.

Initiate pattern Echo Zeta.

That's an offensive pattern, Captain.
Order a retreat.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

You have to get shields up and go.

Lieutenant, I understand
how this might...

You can't fight them.

Confirmed sightings are rare,
and they have never ventured

- into Federation...
- It's the Gorn.

It's the Gorn, sir.

It's them. This was a trap.

The hologram, the colonists as bait.

They waited for us to be vulnerable.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

We're too damaged to stand and fight.

It's what they do first,

run you down, use up your resources.

Tire us out. Smart tactic.

And deadly.

We have to find cover, regroup,
level the playing field.

You have to trust me, Captain.

Please.

That brown dwarf
that you mentioned before,

it's, uh, pretty much a gas giant,
right?

Where exactly is it?

200 million kilometers away.

But Captain, it is tethered in orbit
around a black hole.

Like, how big of a black hole?

One problem at a time.

Can we maneuver inside the brown dwarf?

While technically possible, there are
a number of dangers involved.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

Shields at 40%.

Bottom-line it for me.

The central mass of the brown dwarf

has a density that will
crush the entire ship.

Surrounding that is
a volatile gas cloud.

How volatile?

Enterprise will need to lower
its electrical output.

Primary and auxiliary systems
need to go offline.

We will lose sensors, optics,
long-range communications,

and, most importantly, the shields.

We'll be running dark.

- That sounds...
- Perfect.

Anything following us
will have to do the same.

If you're right, it's our best shot.

You're the acting Number One again.
Do you concur?

Yes, sir.

Helm, full impulse to Spock's mark.

Aye, aye. Full impulse.

Into a giant gas cloud of death.

Why not?

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

Captain, Sickbay and their cargo
stores just took direct fire.

As did the main cargo bay.

(ALARMS BLARING)

Lieutenant Hemmer? Lieutenant Hemmer?

(HEMMER GROANS)

Please get this off me.

(GROANING, GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Oh. It's broken.

Well, let's get you to Sickbay.

- The door is blocked, isn't it?
- Yep.

- (MACHINE WHIRRS DOWN)
- (NEW ALARMS BLARING)

How long before it blows?

I have time to stabilize the unit.

An explosion of that magnitude...

Would consume the Enterprise
in an atomic blast. Yes.

Transporters are offline.
We'll send in a team to dig you out.

Either way, I'll be here repairing.

Hemmer out.

Is it just me or is it hot in here?

The ionic gas surrounding the ship
is overwhelming climate controls.

- Many systems are down.
- Including Sickbay.

Everything is offline.

We're stabilizing patients,

but without medical systems,
no one is getting better.

It's triage.

Casualties?

Yes, Captain. Nine confirmed.

The hit we took decimated
our stock of treatment supplies.

And with the matter synthesizers
also offline,

we can't make more when we run out.

- How's Una?
- She reports that she's fine.

She's on her way in.

I haven't had time to check her yet.

We're still playing catch-up.

I've activated
all backup medical personnel,

but what I really need down here
are supplies.

CHAPEL: Doctor, I could really
use some help over here.

M'Benga out.

- (ALARM BLARING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Doctor!

- You said you were fine.
- I was mistaken.

These are deep.

We can't power up the surgery bays.

If I recall, you have an interest
in archeological medicine.

How good are you at sewing?

Aces.

(BREATHING SHALLOWLY)

No weapons systems, no phasers.

What about photon torpedoes?
Those can be self-guided.

The torpedo bay was hit in the attack.
We lost all but one.

We only have one photon torpedo?

SPOCK: The amount is inconsequential.

If we fire a torpedo
inside the brown dwarf,

the atmospheric composition will cause
a failure in the internal systems.

It would propel in a random direction,
likely missing its intended target.

So, no shields and no weapons.

What do we do?

Throw luggage at them?

And the Gorn, really?
We're out here fighting

the boogeyman? No one has even seen one.

So how are we supposed to take them on?

I've seen them.

They aren't supernatural.

But they are monsters.

The Federation teaches that

if we can find a way to empathize
with an enemy,

then they can one day
become our friends.

They're wrong.

Some things in this universe
are just plain evil.

Have you ever seen eyes that are both
dead and hungry at the same time?

To them, humans are just
walking feed bags

of flesh and bone and jelly.

The Gorn trigger
a primitive, ancient, terror

in warm-blooded species.

We are prey.

And when they hunt, they're unrelenting.

The truth is, plenty of people
have seen the Gorn.

They just don't live long enough
to talk about it.

All right.

Be vigilant.

Get creative.

You're the best of Starfleet.

We survive this by working together.

(DOOR WHOOSHES OPEN)

A moment, Lieutenant.

(DOOR WHOOSHES CLOSED)

How you holding up?

The enemy doesn't care
about my feelings, Captain,

so I don't waste my time having any.

Well, that may be true, but it's not
looking that way to the crew.

With all due respect,

you know me well enough
to know that I don't care

what the crew thinks.

I've always been blunt.
That's just who I am.

Direct, looking at outcomes,
not emotion.

Exactly.

But right now, your job isn't
just about orders, it's about hope.

Belief can be the difference
between victory and defeat.

Get a crew to believe in miracles,
they might just give you one.

I will make that adjustment.

But I will not lie to them.

The best miracles are born from truth.

Understood, Captain.

Now, there's not much
on the official record.

Is there anything else you can remember

from your time with the Gorn,

anything that might help?

The memories of what happened are, um,

trauma-inhibited. It's all...

It's... It's all fragments.

Bits and pieces.

Well, if anything comes to mind.

(ALARMS BLARING)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

An engineer's most important tools
are his mind and his hands.

And I can't move my fingers.

- (GROANS)
- Oh... Okay.

Let's just

work on relaxing.

(NEW ALARM BEEPING)

Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna talk me through what to do.

We're gonna be a team.

It's not that simple.

There's a variety of data
that only I can assess.

And I'm the only one here
with a working set of fingers.

I am not fond of teams.

Get fond.

It would seem I have to.

Start by using the control panel
to shut down the safety override.

You'll have to
adjust the cooling system.

(BEEPING)

What did I do?

Your other hand operates
the cooling system as you work.

Take the time to get focused.

Don't let the core
get above 110 degrees.

(BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS)

Captain, a moment please?

You have something, Spock?

You challenged us to get creative.

Computer, run program Vinci 7.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

Primary sensors aren't available.

But navigation systems
constantly take in atmospheric data

to maintain stability.

Hey, I still do most of the work.

A ship traveling through
the gas cloud creates

oscillation in the atmosphere.

These are converted into
rotational motions by...

Coriolis forces.

Which the nav-comm
detects automatically.

Marking Coriolis force readings
would allow us to triangulate

movement inside the gas giant.
We can track the Gorn.

You just turned a compass into a radar.

Do it.

(BEEPING)

It's working. We've got a signal.

Analysis?

The size and speed indicate
it is the ship that attacked us.

They're coming right at us.

ETA is one minute.

Can they see us?

It is impossible to tell, Captain.

Captain, evasive maneuvers?

Negative. Keep her steady.

Captain.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

Preparing to engage the enemy.

Keep her steady, Helm.

Aye.

The enemy has altered its course.

They can't see us.

But they won't stop looking.

Zuniga, arm the last torpedo.

Arming torpedo.

Captain, I must remind you

that if you fire a photon torpedo
inside a brown dwarf

the guidance systems will not work.

I don't plan on firing it.

We're gonna drop it on them manually.

Now we're talking.

PIKE: Set a course to pursue
the enemy vessel.

Quick but quiet, Erica.

That is my specialty.

PIKE: Put us right over her,

then tilt axis 90 degrees.

Once the hatch opens,

the higher mass below
should pull the torpedo straight down.

On my mark.

Deploy torpedo.

Bombs away.

(RUMBLES)

The signal is gone.

The enemy ship has been destroyed.

(BEEPING)

Captain, we have incoming.

Multiple incoming.

They wanted us to fire.

They sacrificed an entire ship
just to get our location.

ORTEGAS: Why is that blip
so much bigger?

(ALARM BLARING)

Three on one. Not good.

We're outgunned. Time to run, sir.

I concur. But if we leave
the brown dwarf they will see us.

If we go deeper,
it could destroy the ship.

Good thinking, Mr. Spock.

We need to go deeper
into the brown dwarf.

That is not what I suggested.

Ortegas, plot a course.

As close as you can get us
to center mass.

Sure.

Didn't our science expert just say
that would crush the ship?

- Just asking, sir.
- SPOCK: I did.

The pressure against the hull
will increase the deeper we go.

If we venture too close,
the density field will obliterate us.

Whatever happens to us
will also happen to the Gorn.

I believe in Enterprise.

We can outlast them.

Captain, the lower decks will be
first to take structural damage.

Immediate evacuation
of all decks below 20.

I don't like it either,
but Enterprise has to dive.

Helm, take us down.

Aye, aye, Skipper. Dive, dive, dive.

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(UNA WINCES)

(METAL GROANING)

(UNA GROANS SOFTLY)

(UNA GROANS)

(WALLS RATTLING)

(SHIP GROANS)

I've never heard a ship
make a sound like that before.

No.

Keep your focus.
And maybe pick up the pace.

(BEEPING)

(ALARM BEEPS)

(EXCLAIMS) This isn't easy. And I...

And, of course, diagnostics are offline.

I can't tell which ones are broken.

Hold your hand out to each.
Tell me what you feel.

- (SIZZLES)
- Aah! Hot!

I did not say touch them.

The malfunctioning rods should be cool.

Be sure before you remove them.

All right, I think I've got a cold one.

Perfect. Now lift it out gently.

(LAUGHS) Look at us! Come on!

And the crowd goes wild.

Before replacing it,

we have to reconfigure
the host platform.

Reconfigure the...

Done.

Now we can get started.

Get started?

(SHIP GROANING)

(ALARM BUZZING)

The lower decks are beginning to buckle.

The evacuation isn't complete.
There's still crew down there.

Get them out.

Decks are collapsing.

If we do not seal them off now,

loss of pressure
could spread to the entire ship.

Seal the bulkheads.

Sir.

Uh, hey, hey!

- Hey.
- (GROANS)

I got you. I got you.

- (GRUNTS) Go!
- No, no, no, no! Hey!

Structural collapse on Deck 22.
We've lost one crew person.

You made the logical choice.

Why doesn't it feel like that?

For the same reason you made it.
Because you value life.

Captain, we're approaching
critical hull failure.

If antimatter chambers
become compromised,

there will be no ship left to save.

LA'AN: Enterprise can't take
much more of this.

We're overextended.

You said they wanted
to take us prisoner, Number One?

Well, if they think they're
gonna board the Enterprise,

they're gonna find one hell
of a fight. Battle stations.

Make ready for close quarters.

Ortegas, full stop.

Aye, sir. Full stop.

(ENGINES POWER DOWN)

Captain. The enemy ship.

(METAL GROANING)

It appears the Gorn vessel
could not withstand

the atmospheric pressure.
It has imploded.

You said when the Gorn hunt
they are relentless.

They don't stop.

You exploited that as a weakness.

Get me a damage report.

Mr. Spock, keep scanning
for the other two ships.

Two down, two to go. Doing good.

How's it going?

Feel a little like
Frankenstein's monster,

but I'll be all right.

There's one fragment left.

The intrusion on her abdominal aorta.

Okay, what are you not telling me?

We need to sedate you.

The location of the fragment...

You're gonna bleed. A lot.

We have just enough plasma,

but we're gonna have to give
it to you via IV.

Do I have a choice?

M'BENGA: You can decline.

Wait for the systems to be online.

CHAPEL: We can take bets on when
septic shock will begin.

I hear it's like giving birth
out your mouth.

Who says something like that?

Me.

Give me the gas.

Okay.

(GAS HISSES)

Just breathe.
You'll start to feel drowsy.

Nurse. She needs plasma.

There's none left.

Give her mine.

It's the last one.

You're about to lose
a massive amount of blood.

That's an order.

PIKE: Captain's Log, supplemental.

Enterprise is currently
in the center of a gas giant

hiding from an enemy
we've never faced before.

So far, three civilians
and seven of my crew

have lost their lives.

The battle is far from over.

But I am determined
to keep everyone else alive.

My newest obstacle is the
presence of a nearby black hole.

Atmospheric density is decreasing.

I believe the singularity is advancing

its accumulation of substellar material.

Do you ever speak in plain English?

The brown dwarf we're hiding inside
is being sucked into a black hole.

We stay, we will go with it.

Precisely.

LA'AN: And we can't pop our heads up

to see if it's clear to leave.
They could see us.

Without long-range communication,
we cannot even send a probe.

How much time before we can't
escape the black hole's gravity?

One hour, 32 minutes and 48 seconds.

What about a shuttle?

Small enough to navigate undetected.

Minimize risk to the rest of the crew.

That sounds like a suicide mission.

LA'AN: Captain,
a shuttle is our only shot.

You don't have to order anyone to go.

I'll do it.

As will I.

To put it in plain English,
you will need backup.

Take the Galileo.

Get back here in 30 minutes,
no matter what.

Sir.

(SOFT WHIRRING)

SPOCK: Fascinating.

Why scan each other?

LA'AN: No. It's not a scan, it's...

something else.

You've seen this before,
when you were attacked by the Gorn.

The S.S. Puget Sound.

That was the name of our colony ship.

I remember some. A lot of it is just

flashes in the dark.

But I know I've seen those lights.

The mind is complex.

When faced with intense trauma

it can manifest intricate defenses
to aid survival.

I feel like there's something in there.

Something I should know.

Understandable, given the enemy
we are currently facing.

You can help me.

I've heard what Vulcans can do.

The mind meld is not a shortcut
for dealing with mental trauma.

Resurfacing hidden memories
can be painful,

even dangerous.

If somewhere in my head is the answer
to saving the Enterprise,

then that's a risk I have to take.

I can't just keep running.

SPOCK: My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

My mind to your thoughts. To your...

(VOICE GROWS DISTORTED, DISTANT)

GIRL: Mom?

WOMAN: La'An, be brave.
MAN: Evacuate the ship!

LA'AN: Not believing you're gonna die
is what gets you killed.

SPOCK: Your memories are
starting to surface.

This is a Gorn breeding planet.

They brought us here
as food for their hatchlings.

Hunted us day and night.

Your mind is resisting. You are...

Scared.

I don't like this place.

Do you want to stop?

No.

I can do this.

I need to know.

(SHUDDERING BREATHS)

(PANTING)

(DISTANT CLICKING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (DISTANT SCREECH)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I was trying to be quiet.
- It's okay.

- (GROWLING, CLUCKING)
- I was trying to be quiet.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay. Look at me. La'An, it's okay.

Right here.
Right here, right here, right here.

- Keep looking at me.
- They're coming.

Take this.

It'll help you hide.

The lights. I watched them.

It's how they talk to each other.

It's all in there.

What are you doing?

You need to run.

Don't be afraid. Don't look back.

Just run. Keep moving, no matter what.

Okay?

- Come with me.
- I can't.

Run, La'An.

Run!

(THUNDER CRASHING)

What happened?

Your subconscious is setting a boundary.

The lights, they're a code.

My brother showed me how to read it.

(SPOCK SPEAKING VULCAN)

BURNHAM: I love you too, brother.

You lost someone too, didn't you?

You had

a sister.

But Starfleet records don't show any...

They do not.

She sacrificed herself
for you, too, didn't she?

I think we should
end this mind meld now.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Spock, I have an idea.

I've modulated the shuttle's
phasers per your instruction.

Surprised you agreed to this.

I believe it is a good plan.

And our mind meld
reminded me of risks taken

and their value to those that survive.

(SOFT BEEPING)

LA'AN: I just told them humans boarded
and took over the vessel.

At least I hope I did.

Culling the weak makes them stronger.

Survival of the fittest.

- (BEEPING)
- (ALARMS BLARING)

(SIGHS) And Uhura for the win.

- (GROANING SOFTLY)
- Oh, stay awake.

Okay? Let's get you talking.

Uh...

So, an Aenar in Starfleet,
how's that even work?

Thought you guys were all pacifists.

I actually wanted to be a botanist.

I love flora.

I will not fight for Starfleet.

But I will defend its ideals.

Pacifism is not passivity.

It is the active protection

of all living things
in the natural universe.

A matter of perspective.

Like using touch instead of sight.

I wouldn't know.

- (NEW ALARM BLARING)
- (SIZZLING)

The matrix exceeded critical limits
before we completed repairs.

Our only option now is to vent

this bay and everything in it
into space.

But

we're in here, too.

Unfortunately, that is also true.

We have 20 minutes until
the unit explodes. Maybe less.

PIKE: Acknowledged. Stand by.

Welcome back, Lieutenants. Good job.

Though we're not out of the woods yet.

(EXPLOSION BOOMING)

Report.

It's not the Gorn. It's this guy.

The brown dwarf is dissolving too fast.

We are losing our cover.

We don't get out of here pretty fast,
we're gonna be sitting ducks.

Except that last Gorn ship
will be on top of us

the instant we leave.

(SIGHS) Space really wants us dead.

Then why don't we let space win?

Spock, could we
use the black hole's gravity

to slingshot us to safety?

Mathematically, that is possible.

But the Gorn will see us
and have the opportunity to pursue us.

- Maybe.
- Maybe?

Explain gravitational redshift.

Gravitational redshift
is an optical illusion

that occurs as an object
falls into a black hole.

The object falls faster
than the frequency of light it emits.

To any outside observer,
it would appear as though

the object has stopped
just outside the black hole.

Last question.

What do snakes, ducks, and possums
all have in common?

When hunted, they play dead.

Ortegas, plot a course to take
us close to the event horizon.

Hemmer, you and the cadet
have access to EV suits?

HEMMER: We do, sir.
I hesitate to ask why.

You're going to slingshot
off the black hole

and drop the AP 350 as a decoy?

Captain, your plan requires
flying the Enterprise

into one of the most
turbulent phenomenons in space.

Hull integrity is already compromised.

- That kind of force...
- She'll hold.

The Enterprise is going to make it.

She'll hold.

We've got this.

Erica, if anyone can
surf a wave on a black hole, it's you.

Ah, now you almost make it sound fun.

Suit up, strap in.

We're venting the hold on my signal.

I commit you to the cosmos.

I'm giving you high marks
on your assessment today.

You impressed me after all.

Assuming that will still matter,

thank you.

Humans waste so much life
worrying about death.

The Aenar believe the end only comes
once you have fulfilled your purpose.

- It provides meaning.
- I like that.

So what was your purpose?

To fix what is broken.

You can throw in teaching.

Maybe even being inspiring.

A little.

(LAUGHS)

And you?

What do you feel is the purpose
of your life's path?

I really don't know.

Does that mean I'm not gonna die?

There's only one way to find out.

ZUNIGA: Inertial dampers at max.

Brace for heavy gravity.

ORTEGAS: We pull this off,

it's officially the Pike Maneuver.

Open a channel. Ship-wide.

(COMMS CHIMING)

Attention, this is the captain speaking.

Earlier today, we were reminded
of the cost of exploration.

What it means to chart the stars,

to push the boundaries
of what is known and what is possible.

When we seek out the unknown,
we will find things that challenge us.

That frighten us.

But we do not back down.

We do not give in to fear.

And I believe today
will not be our last mission,

but our finest hour.

All hands make ready for impact.

Gorn ship changing course.

Accretion disc in sight.

Hit it.

(SHIP GROANING, RATTLING)

Vent the hold!

(BOTH EXCLAIMING, GRUNTING)

Ortegas.

(ENGINES WHIRRING UP)

(POWERING UP)

Report.

No sign of the Gorn.

They've gone, sir. We did it.

Show me Main Cargo Bay.

Pike to Main Cargo Bay.

Hemmer.

Hemmer? Uhura?

Report.

La'An. Send a recovery team.

UHURA: We're here, sir.
We're still here.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(PIKE SIGHS)

Well, I don't know about you,

but...

I think that was quite a miracle.

What about next time?

The Gorn have never
come this far before.

They're opening up new hunting grounds.

Next time.

Next time, they...

They won't catch us by surprise.

We'll be ready for 'em.

LA'AN: Personal Log, Stardate 3177.9.

Today, the Enterprise
encountered the Gorn.

Seven of the crew

gave their lives.

But...

we survived.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)