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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