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Previously on
Star Trek Strange New Worlds...

I am calling to let you know
that we have chosen

not to offer you a fellowship.

I've been trying to tell you
I just need some personal time.

I am having difficulty
watching you experience

such obvious distress.

I want to help. But it would appear
all that I'm doing is making it worse.

- James?
- You two know each other?

I have to insist
that you not share

any of what you experienced
from this time.

Those events
were never supposed to happen,

and you were never meant to be
aware of them.

Neither was your companion.

I was wrong.

I don't deserve you.

But I'm asking. Will you forgive me?

Communication Officer's Log,
Stardate 2398.3.

Traveling in the far edges
of the Alpha Quadrant,

we have encountered
an unusual phenomenon...

A naturally-occurring subspace fold.

Lieutenant Spock posits
it could be used to

triple the speed of
subspace communications in the sector.

But his experiment requires
so much computer power

that the rest of the ship
has to communicate...

Hailing frequencies open.

...the old-fashioned way.

On it.

I'll route that right to you.

Pike to Uhura.
Have you hailed Captain Batel?

Hailing now, Captain.

I'll send her to your quarters
when I have her.

Transporter to Uhura.

Has the U.S.S. Farragut confirmed
Lieutenant James Kirk's arrival?

Checking on that now, Commander.

Medical to Uhura.

Is there a message from Dr. Korby yet?

Just arrived. Stand by.

Engineering to Uhura.

Are you ready to continue
our experiment?

Yes, Lieutenant, momentarily.

You want to go to Crivo
for our first vacation together?

- I know it's cliché...
- And touristy.

Chris, I have always wanted to see
the Crivian Planetary Museum,

and there are day trips
to the Glass Islands

and Smoke Lakes.
I know you love a lake.

What's wrong?

Uh, maybe the timing is bad.

I-I'm just not sure
I can get away right now.

Is there something
you're not telling me, Chris?

Of course not. No. Uh...

But let's just put a pin on planning
for a few days?

Whenever you want. I'll be here.

Lieutenant Kirk's captain
sent a report

in advance of his arrival.

"Show him the ropes.

"Kirk's full of talent,
but still has one or two issues

"to work out
before he begins his commission."

Yeah. Punctuality being one.

You have...

An energy.

What? I'm just waiting
for our visitor to arrive,

so I can run
a security clearance on him.

I'm aware, but you came in here hot.

On fire. It's making me sweat.

I-I'm fine. This is just
standard operating procedure.

Lieutenant Kirk!
Welcome back to the Enterprise.

Thank you, Commander.

No Sam? Thought he'd be here.

He's busy. We'll find him later.

Thank you for agreeing to do this,
even if it's not fully necessary.

When I took my commission,
I spent a week shadowing Pike.

It made all the difference.

Hopefully it'll do the same for you
on the Farragut.

Good to see you again, La'An.

You still owe me that drink,
if I'm not mistaken.

You... know each other?

Um...

Ye-Yes, but I still need to do
a security clearance.

Lead the way.

Oh, sorry. I...

And what if it's another rejection?

Forget those Vulcans
and their science academy.

They don't deserve you.

Ah, but this fellowship is different.

Dr. Korby's a genius.

Am I supposed to know
who that is?

He's the Louis Pasteur
of archaeological medicine.

Yeah, no. Still means nothing.

It means that thousands of people
apply for this fellowship every year,

and only five are accepted.

This could change my life.

Okay.

Oh... Oof.

You got it. I knew it.

What will I do without you
for three months?

Oh, my God.

You're not the only one
who's gonna miss her.

Oh, I have to talk to Spock.

Unfortunately, we have had
another communication failure.

That's our 12th attempt
at sending a message

through the subspace fold.

13!

That's not exactly what I would call
a lucky number.

What makes you think that
this particular fold

will lead to faster communication?

Frequencies propagate through it
three times faster than normal.

- Ah.
- With our current relay network,

it takes weeks to send a message
across the quadrant.

Imagine being able to do it in moments
and getting a near-instant reply.

Real-time communication
across thousands of light years.

Only, so far, no one's heard us.

Have you tried sending music through?

We have not.

Do you believe music may yield
a different result?

Well, you are trying to communicate

through a medium
with different laws of physics,

so, perhaps, fundamental harmonics
are the answer. Hmm?

You know, it was just a thought.

But perhaps an excellent one.

You pick the song, Nyota.

Well, let's see if subspace is a fan

of the Great American Songbook, huh?

In olden days

A glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows

Anything goes

Good authors too
Who once knew better words

Now only use four-letter words

Writing prose

Anything goes

Mitchell, what just hit us?

No other ships in this sector, sir.

It looks like it came
from that subspace fold.

Ensign Uhura,
are you patched into comms?

Aye, sir.

I need a full status report.
All stations.

Apologies.
Reporting from Engineering first, sir.

Mr. Spock?

The intermix chamber
and containment field are stable

I'll get to the warp core
And assess its state

When I'm able

Why?

Where's that music coming from?

Not from anywhere on the ship.

Apologies

The most confounding thing

I appear to be singing

I have sickbay for you, sir.

Most unusual, so peculiar

We can confirm
There are no injuries

Just the daily mundane

A headache, a splinter

A left ankle sprain

It's happening again

Why are we singing?

Apologies

The most confounding thing

We appear to be singing

Most unusual, so peculiar

Lieutenant Ortegas, status report.

Ortegas is at the helm

The pilot seat is my realm

We're in a field, surrounded

Still, flight systems steady

Impulse engines ready

At the console

Systems initializing

Life support robust, now finalizing

We'll check inertial dampers
And see if they're hampered

All is okay

It appears that all is okay

Security detects no threats

We'll do a personnel overhaul
No decks unchecked

All tactical functions are steady

Phaser banks, deflector shields
All at the ready

Apologies

The most confounding thing
We appear to be singing

Most unusual, so peculiar

Apologies

The most confounding thing

So peculiar

All systems stable

All systems stable

- All systems stable
- All systems stable

All systems stable

All systems stable

But why are we singing?

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.

So... that happened.

Reports of musical outbreaks
have come in from every deck.

Honestly, I assumed it was something
you had all rehearsed,

but I sang, too.

So did I.

And I do not sing.

The surge came from
your subspace fold.

Help me connect the dots.

We sent
a series of transmissions through.

The final one was a song.

You sent in a song,
and then we all... sang?

Why are we singing?

I believe the song created
a resonant frequency

and dislodged something from the fold,

a quantum uncertainty field.

Okay, why would that make us sing?

Imagine an area of space
where quantum uncertainties collapse

so rapidly and randomly
that new realities are created.

In one such reality,
people sing uncontrollably.

A musical reality.

Indeed.

So, what's next?

More improbability?

Or will we just
suddenly poof into bunnies?

I would prefer not to be
a bunny, either.

I doubt we will be bunnies,
but we may not be done with singing.

Simulations reveal
we have become tethered to

this particular improbability field.

Attempting to fly out
would likely make it wider.

It looks like a zipper,
which begs the question,

might it function like a zipper?

Zippers work both ways.

Could we use it to close
the improbability field

back inside the fold?

Potentially.

If we combined shield harmonics
with the Heisenberg compensator.

You would have to connect both to

the deflector array
and generate a beam.

That means connecting them manually.

Let's do it.

We don't know
how all this singing will affect us,

and I'd rather not find out.
Best to nip it in the bud.

Mr. Spock,
you explained that very well.

I almost understood it.

Our zipper beam must precisely
match the resonance of the fold.

What was the exact frequency
of the song we sent through?

One moment.

Is that transmission
regarding Nurse Chapel's

recent fellowship application?

Was the news... favorable?

I don't look at
personal correspondence.

Of course. That would be unethical.

You and Nurse Chapel
have become close, haven't you?

I suppose
it would be accurate to say that

we are more than colleagues.

There's that classic Vulcan romance
I've heard about.

Why don't you ask her about it?

Of late, our communication
has faced challenges.

Mmm.

Number One to Uhura.
Lieutenant Kirk and I are in place.

Stand by for harmonics data.

One junction down.

Only four more to go.

Don't tell me
you've run out of steam already.

You know, my brother,
he always described you as

"the first officer
that I thought I should be like."

Someone who keeps
a necessary distance from her crew

because she knows
she has to make hard decisions.

I'm aware of the reputation
I've had on this ship,

but recently,
I'm trying a new approach.

More hands-on.

My last first officer
definitely kept his distance.

And no one questioned him.

I call that style of command
a first mistake.

The kind that makes my head shake

and my heart... break.

Take some advice
From your senior Number One

This I assure tried and true

The littlest things
Can mean everything

When it comes to them and you

Connect to your crew

We're singing again

We're singing again

And it makes me confess things
I'd never express

Truth be told, in a parallel world

I can see myself up on the stage

And for three hours a night
And to everyone's delight

I'd regale them
With all my renditions

Of Gilbert and Sullivan

- Ha-ha.
- So what you're saying is...

With my new commission
To a higher position

I'd do well to profess my truths?

Rather than question it
I deem it relevant

No longer will I dispute

That the littlest things
Can mean everything

In being authentically you

Connect to your truth

When you put it like that,
it makes sense.

Rather than question it

Let's deem it relevant

Absent from fear or dispute

These deeply held things
Yes, they mean everything

In becoming authentically you

Connect to your truth

And connect to your crew

Will do

Did I hear that right?

Did she just shine a spotlight
On her innermost feelings

Like it's no big deal?

Say whatever whenever you like

You'd presume with all my mastery

To pursue flights of fancy

Easy.

Who am I kidding?

I've never found that part of me

'Cause I'm designed

To color inside the lines

Cool and methodical
Way too responsible

I can't help it

Sometimes I peek through a keyhole

And see people happy, I admit

It might

Be time to change my paradigm

If only I

Can let go of the wheel

My fear replaced with total faith

I'm fiercely free and really real

Flying blind

How would that feel?

This all makes me so uncomfortable

I want to let go, be vulnerable

Who am I kidding?

I've never met that side of me

In my defense

The truth has a consequence

I won't watch the whole thing

Spin out of control
If I have the chance

It might

Be time to change my paradigm

If I

Can only let go of the wheel

My fear replaced with total faith

I'm fiercely free and really real

Flying blind

How would that feel?

In another time
We had a life together

Could time repeat?

Or will it unravel?

Be careful what you start

Make one mistake
And blow it all apart

Or worse

Break my own heart

Who am I kidding?

I've never found that part of me

It might

Be time to change my paradigm

If only I

Can let go of the wheel

It's nice

To dream that I could change my mind

Deep down I know

I will never let go

My fear is staked
I have no faith

Contented freedom is not real

Flying blind

How would that feel?

When people sing,
they are confessing highly personal...

emotional information.

Lieutenant, are you telling me

our emotions constitute
a security threat?

I am.

Well, whatever you're not saying,
hope it doesn't come to that.

Mr. Spock and Ensign Uhura
have a plan to shut it down.

Captain, we have adjusted
the Heisenberg compensator

to combine with shield harmonics
and collapse the musical reality

back into our standard quantum state.

Lieutenant Kirk, not to rush you,
but I'm rushing you.

The sooner we close the fold,

the faster we can say goodbye
to the music.

- Copy that, Ensign.
- Copy that, Ensign.

- She was talking to me.
- You don't know that.

I do know that. I actually work here.

This isn't even your department.
You're xenoanthropology.

I was assigned here at your request.

She said you missed me.

Everything's connected to
the deflector.

Ready to go, Nyota.

Deflector aligned
and ready to fire.

On your command, Number One.

It's closing.

Good work, all.

What is it?

It appears to be another energy surge.

Somehow, I don't think we zipped it.

Spock, what happened?

Unable to determine.

Incoming hail from the Cayuga.

When it rains...

Spock, find a way to determine it.

Ensign Uhura,
put Captain Batel through, please.

Captain, can we have
a private conversation?

In a more discreet location?

About our canceled vacation.

Apologies

I appear to be rhyming

And singing

Marie, I'm gonna call you back.

Oh, no, no, you don't

I'm not done yet

Chris, you always do this

You always run away

Oh, sure, I see

Lay all the blame on me

When you're the one
Whose idea of fun is...

What am I saying to you
In front of my crew?

This is a private conversation

A private conversation

About our frustration

About our frustration

This is a private conversation

A private conversation

About our frustration

A private conversation

We must contain it

We must restrain it

I don't want to hurt you, Marie

You mean more and more to me

But when you and I
Don't see eye to eye

A switch inside me flips
And I'm compelled to hide

What just happened?
Why did I admit all that?

I told you. This is a security threat.

But the singing... The...

How did that happen
on the Cayuga, too?

Because the improbability field
is expanding

across the whole subspace
communications network.

To the entire fleet.

Admiral April's last message
confirmed that

the improbability field
has now spread to 12 Federation ships.

He let me know
in a surprisingly beautiful baritone

that he wants us to stop this now,
by the way.

Do we have any idea why
this reality's compelling us

to confess our deepest emotions?

I have a theory.

I think,
since we're in a musical reality,

we're actually following
the rules of musicals.

So, when do characters in musicals
usually begin to sing?

When their emotions are so heightened
that words won't suffice.

This musical reality
wants us to sing about

what's most pressing on our minds.

These emotions
have the power to overwhelm

our capacity for rational thinking.

They also have the potential
to drive us apart.

The subspace fold,
I think we should blow it up.

Use the photon torpedoes

to bring down the curtain on this
for good.

- That has potential.
- Really?

Since we are the focal point
of this subspace fold,

a matter/antimatter blast
might untether the Enterprise,

and reverse the musical reality
for all affected.

But it would be prudent
to test this theory

in a controlled environment,

in case it is more explosive
than intended.

What if we could isolate
and transport...

Subatomic particles from the fold.

Sorry.
I shouldn't have interrupted you,

because you had that thought first.

Locking in on something that small
would require cross-targeting.

It's a two-person job.

Well, luckily you have
two persons right here.

You're refusing an assignment?
This isn't like you, La'An.

That's the problem.
I'm not behaving like myself.

None of us are.

- You're afraid of singing... to James.
- What?

You can stop hiding it.
I see how you act around him.

What do you mean?
How do I act around him?

You don't want me to answer that.

Okay.

Hypothetically, let's say
I have feelings for him,

and those feelings pose
an actual space-time security risk.

I should just tell him.
That's the responsible thing to do.

Before it happens
outside of my control.

I should just suck it up,
stop being a child and just do it.

You've got lots of

Thoughts to wade through

Tangled webs

Of people who will

Complicate your life

And thwart you

These are facts

That I relate to

Pick and choose
The truth that you want to tell

If you're being smart

No broken trust, no drama

You just keep to yourself

Be your own best friend
And confidante

'Cause no one will protect you

When things go wrong

The secrets you keep safe inside

Might keep you awake

And cut like a knife

'Cause the road to ruin

Is paved by intentions of fools

Nice people who

Couldn't keep a secret

No one can keep you small

Be bulletproof and ten feet tall

An island

Population one

No one can hurt you

Or let you down again

The secrets I keep safe inside

A skill I perfected
So I could survive

It worked before

It doesn't serve me anymore

I wish I never learned

How to be

So good at keeping secrets

We should boost the gain
on the targeting scanners.

Way ahead of you.

Do we have a lock on the target?

Sorry. Reflex.

This is your ship,
you give the orders.

Ready on both ends.

Energizing... now.

The molecular imaging scanner
can't focus the signal.

Adding power.

Isolating particles
from the subspace fold.

Got it.

Confirmed.

Lieutenant Spock,
I have the particles.

They're coming your way.

Acknowledged.
Ready to receive.

Transporting subspace particles
to Engineering.

Wow. That was exciting.

I mean, Spock and Uhura
get to blow it up,

which is the real fun part, but...

We make a good pair.

We should team up more often.

Lieutenant, um...

- Jim.
- Jim?

You sound so serious.

I, um...

What was that?

If hitting
just a few subatomic particles

nearly blew up Engineering...

Firing on the field
would be devastating.

As you can see in this simulation,

the explosion would propagate through

the entire
Federation subspace network,

destroying everything.

It would be like soaking
the improbability field in kerosene

and holding a match to it.

Then we need a plan C.

Sir, I'm getting a hail.

Don't answer.
We can't risk spreading this further.

I am triangulating the source.

There appears to be
an incoming warp signal

heading our way fast.

The signal has Klingon encryption.

The last thing anyone wants
is singing Klingons.

Uhura, send a message by proxy
order of Starfleet Command.

Tell them
they must turn around immediately.

They've stopped hailing,
but I'm getting a message back.

The improbability field's
already hit them.

Stand by for playback.

This is General Garkog of
the Imperial Klingon Defense Force.

Your evasion raises much suspicion.

We have located
the abominable source of our dishonor

and will destroy it immediately.

Make no attempt to stop us.

They're going to fire on the fold.

Their ship will be here in two hours.

I've hailed them repeatedly.
They refuse to answer.

If they complete their mission,

everyone affected
by the improbability field

will be destroyed.

So, just the entire Federation
and half the Klingon Empire.

We have to stop them at all costs.
Number One, analysis?

Well, striking them first
would constitute an act of war.

Not much choice here,
I'm afraid.

What if we just find a way
to disable their disruptor cannons?

And their torpedo launchers.

That's a lot to disable
before they get off a shot.

We need a tactical strategy
immediately. La'An?

On it.

And you. You're with me.

Partners again. I like it. Let's go.

Mr. Spock, Uhura,

what are the odds we can shut down
the improbability field

before the Klingons get here?

Not good. At least, according to
the data we have.

Then find new data.

You both need to fix this.

You're applying old rules
to a new reality.

I suggest you find
a different tempo, fast.

Studying the songs themselves.
Brilliant.

Not just the songs,
but the frequencies

the moment a song begins.

If we can isolate a pattern
in the improbability field,

we might learn how to generate
an improbability-breaking event.

Now, how to trigger a song?

Well, per our musical rules,

we just need to wait until someone
feels overwhelming emotion.

You know...

like that.

To our brilliant
friend Christine.

Oh, I feel weird celebrating
with everything going on.

I mean, we can't put our lives on hold
every time the ship's in trouble.

We could, but that wouldn't be fun.

Some of us need fun to deal with
the constant threat of dying.

Point is, we're here to celebrate
your win, so deal with it.

Christine.

Logic would dictate you are toasting
good news regarding your fellowship,

so allow me to...

offer congratulations.

Thank you, Spock.

I am curious
why you chose not to inform me.

Was it an oversight
or was it intentional?

Can we, um...
Can we talk about this later?

I am just curious.

This news really
changes everything

A distant dream becoming real

I convinced myself
It wasn't happening

And now I'm surprised
How good it feels

I worked so hard for this

And now the fellowship
Sees me as one of their own

The sky is the limit
My future is infinite

My possibilities are endless

I'm ready

Drink in every second of the joy

You've earned it, deserve it

Of success arriving overnight

- You've earned it
- But not really

Been working hard a long time

I've been seeing life
Through camera obscura

Now my canvas
Is wide as the open horizon

I worked so hard for this

And now the fellowship
Sees me as one of their own

The sky is the limit
My future is infinite

With possibilities

It's freedom, and I like it

My spark has been ignited

If I need to leave you
I won't fight it

I'm ready

Ready, ready

- I am ready
- Ready, ready, ooh

I'm ready

Ready, ready

I'm ready

I'm ready.

Number One suggested
we concentrate our phasers

on their disruptors
and fore torpedoes.

Aft torpedoes are what
you really have to worry about

when it comes to K't'inga-class ships.

Well, I trust your aim.

So, are you gonna tell me that thing
you wanted to tell me before?

Okay. Uh, I-I need to just say this
before it comes out

in the form of
a 17th-century sea shanty.

I, um...

I know you.

I mean, not you you.
We-Well, I know you now,

but I mean before, in a different...

time, I met another you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I-I don't love rules,
but I'm pretty sure

you're about to break a big one.

The other you, he, um...

He saw the real me.

Beyond my name,
beyond all that name stands for.

He'd never even heard it before.

And I, I liked it.

I liked the way he looked at me.

Because through his eyes,
I could finally see the person

I had the potential to be.

And it was someone
who wasn't burdened by...

Tragedy and darkness.

Someone who could find hope
and live in that hope.

Someone free, free to feel and...

Take chances, and, um...

And make connections.

But then, uh...

He was gone, and... with him,
that version of myself was gone, too.

And that's...
That was what I wanted to say.

Am I anything like the other me?

No.

And... And yes.

I like how you look at me, too.

In what way?

Like you really see me.

I'd be lying if I said
I didn't feel the connection, too.

When you first called me...

I felt like I knew you.

But I'm not that James Kirk.

Of course.
It was inappropriate, and I am...

No, La'An, you don't understand. My...

My life is complicated.

Not time-travel complicated,
but I'm in a relationship.

A sometimes relationship,

and right now is one of those times
in a very real way.

- My God, if I'd have known, I...
- How could you have?

I actually think you'd like Carol.

You're both
dedicated to your jobs intensely.

She's a scientist on Starbase 1.

I tend not to stay in the same place
for very long, which is...

a growing problem, because Carol is...

pregnant.

Oh, um...

Wow.

Here you are.

I have been analyzing
the data we gathered.

Great. Uh, let me help.

Looking for a pattern.

Only...

There is none.

I... didn't expect Christine
to be so definitive

about ending our arrangement.

Uh... relationships
can be difficult, Spock.

And you're Vulcan.

But I am also human.

I feel things differently.

Bigger.

I see her logic, and yet...

I am hurt.

I am left behind.

This news really
changes everything

I can't believe how wrong I've been

Convinced myself
We shared the same feelings

I won't make that mistake again

She's happy and carefree

The opposite of me

I can do the calculus

For her I set aside
My need to analyze

Now I'm wrecked
And searching for why

I'm the ex

I've got no one but myself to blame

I've betrayed my core philosophy

Unbending reason
Must be my true north

Lest I drown in this sea of pain

I'm so dysfunctional
Weak and emotional

Feelings I just can't contain

Escaping this misery
You're breaking free

Not a possibility

I solved for Y in my computation

But missed vital information

The variable so devastating

I'm the X

I'm the X

I'm the X.

I'm sorry.

A pattern.

I have to find a pattern.

A pattern repeating

I find myself here all alone

I know

I'll pick up the pieces

Repair what is broken alone

I know

Memories etched in my mind

Of Mom and Dad

A cool big brother I would idolize

So full of laughter

And I could trust in the four of us

They flew away

Nothing to indicate calamity

All so young and alive

Oh

They ruptured into
A million shards of light

And none of them would survive

How come everywhere that I go
I'm solo?

Am I at my best unaccompanied?

My whole life has been
"Fix this" and "save you"

I'll light the path

And keep us connected

My fabric is woven
With love and loss

I was just a cadet when we met

Hemmer's belief in me
Changed my life

I found my place

And said goodbye

I absorb all the pain
Mmm

I hear everyone's voice
Calling my name

Building systems

I strengthen ties that bind

So no one has to be alone

How come everywhere that I go
I'm solo?

Am I at my best unaccompanied?

My whole life has been
"Fix this" and "save you"

I'll light the path

And keep us connected

The patterns repeating

Guiding and teaching me

I know

I know

Listen for signals

I'm here
You are reaching me

Come home

Everywhere I go
I'm good with solo

At my best, I have everything I need

My whole life has been
"Fix this" and "save you"

That's what I do

I keep us connected

I keep us connected

Look. It's a pattern.

Every time someone sings,

the state of quantum improbability
in the field spikes.

It's almost imperceptible,
but it's there.

So, I ran the simulations...

...and if we can get this spike
to 344 giga electronvolts...

It would shatter the field.

You found
the improbability-breaking event.

Great. So how do we make
this event happen?

Because our sensors just clocked

two more K't'inga battle cruisers
headed this direction.

Well, so far,
we've only witnessed people

being torn apart by this event.

But song can also be communal.

People worship with song.

Sailors use song
to help them row together.

People celebrate with song.

When I sang with Christine
in the port galley.

A spike of 40 electronvolts.

And that was just a solo
with backup vocals.

Maybe four voices, max.

So we need to do that again...

...but with more.

A lot more.

You mean like an ensemble number,
or...

Not just an ensemble number.

A grand finale.

We need melodies and harmonies
with tone ratios that achieve

both algorithmic
and logarithmic balance

on a mass scale.

What I'm saying is...

The whole crew needs to sing together.

Our challenge is
how to inspire 200 crew members

to spontaneously sing
in thematic unison.

A song cannot be triggered
without an emotional purpose.

Well, that sounds to me like a job
for a communications officer.

I can't possibly inspire
the entire ship to sing.

Oh, yes, you can.

You see the connections between us
when all we see are...

The empty spaces.

Help them to feel
the way they need to to sing.

Attention all crew,
this is your captain.

I know our situation
has been challenging,

and we might not all have been
acting like a...

Well, like a crew.

But we'll get through this, together,

by following one voice...

The voice of the Enterprise.

Ensign Uhura?

Hi... everyone.

Uh, you might not all know me,
but I know you.

So, allow me to introduce myself.

Ensign Nyota Uhura,
your communications officer.

I used to think of myself
as always alone,

but not on this ship.

Because each of us,
we're connected as a crew.

Do you know the odds
of all of us being here

on the Enterprise at this time?

It's improbable,

and yet here we are,
together, all of us.

This is where it all leads

The Enterprise

Is it my destiny

To save us all?

No.

It's myjob to disrupt the chaos

Find a purpose for us all

We're all rushing around

We're confused and upended

Let's refocus now

Our bond is imperative

Let's bring our collective together

As we fight for our lives

Uhura, I really needed to hear that

Our security's
Only as strong as our unity

When I scan the universe

It reveals truth and gives meaning

It's what I'm meant to do

The danger's not over yet

When we gain control again

I confess I'll miss the singing

Won't miss singing

Now let's bring this thing down

We know our purpose is

To protect the mission

Our directive

'Cause we work better all together

We overcome

Our obstacles as one

Keep going!

I have to give credit when due

And if I make captain

It'll be thanks to all of you

And I don't take for granted

My role to command

I can't believe how much
I'll miss this crew

The starship Enterprise

Feels electrified

I'm so proud to be your captain

Now let's take this thing down

Down

We know our purpose is

To protect the mission

Our directive

'Cause we work better all together

We overcome

Our obstacles as one

I look around and everyone I see

The pinnacle of guts and resiliency

Yes, threats are nothing new to us

It takes monumental strength
And trust

We got lost and disconnected

Distracted, undefended

Uhura, you saved us

More singing, more voices

Hail the Klingons, Uhura

Why have you... Ugh!

Why you only calling us
When you got your dramas?

One of these days
We'll repay you, we'll slay you

Gonna draw your last breath
At the end of our mek'leths

Your eternal torture
Is every Klingon's dream

You know what I mean?

Make your blood scream!

We know our purpose

- Is
- We know our purpose

To protect the mission

Our prime directive

Not exactly.

Will this work? Who can say?

We're gonna sing it anyway

Our voices will rise

Through space and through time

We're the unbreakable, unshakable

Improbable, unstoppable

Sensational, ovational

We're boldly explorational

Crew of the Enterprise!

- We did it!
- Yes! Come on.

Nyota.

Hail the Klingons.

I think we might have to
mend some fences.

Hey, how are you?

I told Kirk the truth.

- How'd it go?
- Honestly...

Not great. I, uh...

It was really hard. And it hurt.

It usually does.

I'm glad I took that chance.

Maybe, um...

Maybe I could be someone
who takes chances more often.

You know,
I don't need a whole to-do.

Just relax. Enjoy it.

I promise you, even Julia Child's
boeuf bourguignon itself

will not make me forget
that you sang about lying to me.

Why didn't you just tell me
you hate the idea of Crivo?

I don't hate the idea.

Okay, yes,
it sounded like my nightmare.

I just pictured something quieter.
Camping somewhere.

Chris, this isn't gonna work

if you're not more comfortable
being honest with me.

Even about something
as small as a vacation.

You got to trust me more than that.

You got to trust us.

I know. You're right.

Well, I have good news and bad news.

We have more time to plan
our compromised trip.

I just got put on
a priority one mission.

Hmm.

Now, how do I know

you're not the one making excuses now?

Well...

When I'm back,
we'll go somewhere we both want to go.

But no camping,
unless it comes with room service.

Deal.

Communications Officer's Log,
supplemental.

I am happy to report that
all Federation vessels

have checked in and are
behaving normally once again.

As for the Klingons,

Lieutenant Spock engaged
in successful diplomacy

over some bloodwine.

Otherwise, it's back to business
as usual around here.

U.S.S. Nimerfro,
this is Enterprise

acknowledging receipt
of your transmission.

- You fly safe out there.
- Acknowledged, Enterprise.

Uhura,

it occurs to me that we'd be served by
sharing our findings

with non-Federation ships, too.

See who's nearby and open a channel.

Copy that, sir. I'll scan the area.

Sorry. Earworm.

English - SDH