* *
NAHLA: Chancellor's personal log,
300th night.
Official end of our first academic year.
Studies, quizzes,
homework, and tests are behind them now.
And what a great feeling that tonight
we all have something to celebrate.
* *
We're en route to Betazed
to rendezvous with the Federation fleet
for the dedication of our new seat of government.
Our new era.
For the cadets, things are starting to return
to the way they were.
A sense of connection.
Even joy.
(muffled chatter)
They're finally feeling all they've accomplished this year.
So am I.
JAY-DEN: The ruStay
is the Klingon bonding ritual.
Together
we drink chech'tlhuthlh from the same bowl
and we speak the words "SoS jIH batlh SoH"
to honor each other's existing families,
even as we step away from our pasts
and embrace our new chosen family,
our new life here in Starfleet.
On this 300th night,
it is my honor
to invite you,
my comrades, into my home.
We'll find a home one day.
Just you and me.
Please share my house.
House Kraag.
SoS jIH batlh SoH.
GENESIS: Thanks, Jay.
SoS jIH batlh SoH.
SoS jIH...
batlh SoH.
I actually don't drink anything,
-so... -JAY-DEN: You can
still say the words,
if you choose.
SoS
-jIH batlh SoH. -(Genesis chuckles)
How about next year we declare our room Klingon-speaking only?
I applied for a single next year.
Wait, what?
I don't want--
I just need a change. That's all.
(stifled grunt)
It's not gonna kill you, Mir.
So drink up
and join the family
and try and appreciate
how hard it was for me to tell you that.
Drink mine for me?
Hmm?
(growls)
CALEB: Yeah, I have to do a thing.
See you, guys.
(footfalls receding)
Huh.
(upbeat music playing in distance)
DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: Attention, all cadets.
To those of you who are clearly in a party mood this evening,
a friendly reminder that storage rooms
are for storage only
and are not to be used for storing yourselves
so you can do other things.
So please store it in your pants.
The management thanks you.
You know, this is actually pretty great for me,
running into you.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, I was hoping for it, actually.
I have a thing for long turbolift rides
with people I have thick unspoken tension with.
(chuckles) Yeah, me, too.
I actually just came from one. It was amazing.
So tense.
Ah.
-That's the best. -Mm-hmm.
-Awkward, too? -The most awkward.
-Was it...? -Carl.
From biochem.
Aw, damn.
I was gonna say Glork from botany.
You know, I actually came up with a list of topics to discuss
in case we ran into each other.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
For example, we could discuss choosing divisions.
-Mm-hmm-hmm. -Or preferred
stress-busting activities when under a deadline.
I don't know, Caleb.
None of those really say "We've seen each other naked
"and also I killed a bunch of people with my mind
and we both feel a little weird about it."
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Yeah, I'll make a new list.
Always running.
You.
I really wish I couldn't read you so well.
Me, too.
-(indistinct chatter) -(upbeat music playing in distance)
Excuse me.
(soft chatter)
ATHENA COMPUTER: Chancellor Ake,
Admiral Vance is standing by in your office.
Chancellors.
It's taken months to confirm our worst fear.
We now know what Nus Braka stole from Starbase J19-Alpha.
A few hours ago,
in Sector 953,
outside the border of Federation space...
-...he detonated a single particle of Omega-47. -(beeping)
A synthetic variant of pure Omega
with destructive capacity in the same apocalyptic range.
Either it was a show of power
or a test run at a larger plan.
Sector 953 was uninhabited.
But space and subspace in the sector were shredded.
It'll be millions of years
before warp travel will be possible there again, if ever.
He targeted the Miyazaki.
But his endgame was the Omega on that space station.
I knew he wasn't done with us.
That wasn't the only classified weapon held there.
He's developed time-delayed containment devices.
You're saying he has Omega-47 mines?
VANCE: Yes.
And he could choose to target any Federation world
and detonate them remotely.
Billions of lives could be lost.
And make warp travel impossible in all Federation space.
Once again.
We'd be completely cut off from one another.
I assume we're canceling the dedication on Betazed.
Absolutely not.
We cannot abandon Betazed again.
Presently, it's the most protected planet
in Federation space.
Practically half the fleet is parked around it.
This is a waiting game, Chancellors.
Your orders stand.
Triple your security.
Get your cadets safely to Betazed.
Vance out.
He has Omega-47 but hasn't blown us all out of the sky.
Why?
The admiral says it's a waiting game, but...
I'm never comfortable waiting.
Right there with you.
Computer, pull up all strategic scenarios.
Shall we?
ATHENA COMPUTER: Bringing them to your station now, Captain.
DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: Specialist Krebs, your Talaxian Furfly is now missing.
It was last seen entering a science lab replicator.
-Hey. -Aw, Sam!
You can't just blip around like that.
I'd be pissed if I weren't a master of compartmentalization.
Is that how you do it?
Acting like what other people think of you doesn't matter?
Mm-hmm.
Takes years of practice, and it's very rewarding.
(grunts)
I was going through the old me's memories.
And...
...I didn't like me.
I didn't respect me.
I was so naive.
Of course you were. You weren't even a year old.
But you were also brilliant, cool,
funny as hell.
And really helpful in a jam.
And you're still all those things.
ATHENA COMPUTER: Comms channel alert triggered.
Why are you still monitoring these active comm frequencies?
Nahla gave me access in case my mom tried to contact me.
But she hasn't.
I don't know if she ever will.
Nus said that something happened to her on Goja V.
She made it out, but...
So...
she might know the channel's no longer secure.
And if she's smart, which she is,
she'd encrypt any message she sent after that.
Way ahead of you.
I already hit that frequency
with fractal polymorphic, variable quantum algorithmic,
even old classics like ECC, RSA, 10DES.
Nahla probably tried a dozen others.
The only thing that makes sense
is that she isn't trying to reach me or...
...she can't.
You are thinking like a 20-year-old genius,
not a six-year-old.
Aw, Sam, come on.
I was six years old once.
Like you.
We played games.
It was nice.
Cool.
We tried to not get shot
and we tried to stay alive
and we ate from dumpsters.
-Games weren't our thing. -If she was trying
to reach you but had to use an encryption key
to make sure nobody could open the channel,
it would be simple.
I've tried everything.
Okay, but when was the last time?
Have you tried simple since she escaped prison?
It would be something personal.
A phrase or-or a word only six-year-old Caleb would know.
That's just not...
ANISHA: Okay, let's do moons now.
-What's that one? -It's your name all mixed up.
You're Anisha.
That moon is called Ishaani.
ANISHA: No matter what, Ishaani
is always gonna be our moon.
Maybe.
I tried this so many times but not since she broke
out of prison.
* *
It's almost two years of messages.
* *
*
ANISHA: Caleb, it's me.
I'm free,
and I'm gonna find you, no matter what.
I'm in the Modavi system.
Happy birthday, Caleb.
Nineteen.
I can't even imagine what you must look like.
I'm getting on a transport vessel in two hours.
Where are you?
I know you're still alive. I can feel it.
You have to be.
Okay, I just landed on Elworth V.
You're 20 years old today.
And as much as I want to sing,
I'll save your ears.
I'm leaving for the Typhon sector tomorrow.
I'm on the cargo cruiser Hemshir,
en route to Ukeck.
By the time you get this, I'll probably be there.
But I can't stay long.
The Venari Ral is starting to move into that sector.
There's nowhere safe anymore.
If you're getting this, get to Ukeck.
Please. I have to go. Go directly to the Ukeck Market,
find the trading area.
Come alone.
I'll wait as long as I can.
I love you so much, Caleb.
Please, come find me.
Please.
SAM: That's way outside Federation space.
Oh.
The Venari Ral don't know when to quit.
It's gotten worse even in the two days
since she sent this message.
She can't stay there.
Not alone.
Can you reverse this encryption so I can contact her?
It'll take about 14 hours.
I can't wait that long.
Wait, where are you going?
KELREC: Okay.
It looks like most vessels are in position.
Why so many ships for the Eridani system?
Ni'Var.
I can't believe I forgot they rejoined.
I can't believe I forgot they're not called Vulcan anymore.
-(door chimes) -Come!
-(door whooshes open) -So between Eridani and Sol,
that's the entire fleet back in Federation space.
KELREC: No Starfleet vessels will be allowed outside
our territory until we've ended the Venari Ral threat.
NAHLA: So basically the Federation's on lockdown.
No one is getting in or out.
What is it, Mir?
Excuse me, Chancellors.
The Federation, they're...
pulling the entire fleet inside our borders?
NAHLA: It is.
All Federation worlds require extra protection.
Once we get to Betazed, we'll be holding position
with the rest of the fleet until further notice.
What is it, Mir?
Nothing.
It can wait.
It's not important.
Excuse me, Chancellors.
-(door whooshes open) -All right then. Moving on.
I wouldn't mind a peek at Braka's psych profile.
(indistinct chatter)
* *
Caleb.
What's...
-What's... -I just want to say...
...I really hope you find
peace.
And happiness.
You deserve it more than anyone I've ever met.
Tarima.
Your name sounds like music.
Did I ever tell you that?
When I look at you, that's what I see.
You're music.
* *
FEMALE VOICE: Shuttles 5 and 7, please hold on maintenance
in preparation for shuttle bay lockdown.
What's up? What's up?
I'm coming with you to Ukeck.
Will you stop doing that?
Mm-mm.
-Also, nope. -Yup.
No, Sam, I'm not letting you. You can't just risk everything--
You don't get to decide what I risk. No one does.
I haven't done one thing that hasn't been programmed.
In either of my lives.
That's not living, and I deserve a life.
So deserve it somewhere else.
You're about to launch a shuttle from a ship at warp
while trying to synchronize your warp bubble with the Athena's,
then exit the warp bubble without blowing up,
which I cannot wait to see you do.
Because you have a 99% chance of being turned into space salsa
without someone who can calculate vector harmonics
faster than a computer.
But it'd be no skin off my ass,
because I'll blip out of here
nanoseconds before the skin on yours
loses cohesion and you are reduced into subatomic dust,
which means you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.
You're smart.
I'm smarter.
'Kay.
-'Kay. -Okay. Fine.
-Uh, excuse me? -(groans)
Are you stealing this shuttle?
Caleb found his mom, and she's on a planet
that's about to be swamped by the Venari Ral.
Wait, you found her?
-Yeah. But how did you find me? -I didn't. I volunteered
to help lock down the shuttle bay. You have to tell
-the chancellor. -I can't. Command has called
the entire fleet back into Federation space.
No one gets in or out.
Once I tell Nahla, she'll be forced to report it,
and I won't put her in that position.
Hey, you don't know that any of that's true.
Yeah, well, I'm not risking it.
I'm out of time.
It's now or never.
(groans)
Why are we in a shuttle?
(groans)
Jay-Den's "chech-froofth" stuff is very strong.
How are you this wrecked?
I'm a Khionian,
and we lack the...
the enzymes to break down alcohol.
I thought you lacked the enzymes that break down bananas.
We lack a lot of enzymes!
Judgy, judgy Genesis.
I'm sorry.
I'm fine.
-I'm fine. -CALEB: Okay, we're done here.
-GENESIS: Uh, no, we're not. -You and you,
grab an arm and get him out of here.
GENESIS: Hey, wait, are you insane?
These coordinates are way out of Federation space.
Like, days away.
There's a transwarp tunnel
that'll shave about 30 hours off our time.
We can be there in under 15 minutes if we can catch it.
This is a comfy shuttle.
That's it. You're both
-gonna get the brig. -We have nice things
at this school, man.
He does crazy stuff like this, not you.
You don't know me.
Or what I do.
Okay, Sam. Whatever.
Rat him out.
He likes being persecuted.
GENESIS: No. No, no, no, no!
Did you just shut the door?
SAM: I will not let you ruin this for him.
This is our one chance to catch the transwarp tunnel.
-Are we kidnapping Genesis? -GENESIS: No, stop this.
-Let me out, Sam. -Too late. If we shut down now,
we'll set off every alarm in the place.
Emergency shuttle maintenance passes approved.
I forged my dad's codes. If you want to
get back before they know we're gone, start calculating
transwarp openings near Ukeck.
Who are you right now?
FEMALE VOICE: Shuttle launch in five, four...
GENESIS: One day,
I'm gonna become a captain just to ruin each of your lives.
...two...
GENESIS: That is a promise.
...one.
*
DAREM: Whoo! (laughs)
DIGITAL DEAN OF STUDENTS: The USS Athena
will be arriving at Betazed within the hour.
Cadets, now is the time for a cup of coffee.
And please, do make sure the uniform you're wearing
is your own, and has been thoroughly sterilized.
Where's Caleb?
Mm.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
(all shouting)
Why is space being like this?
Exit aperture's coming up in ten seconds.
-Hang on! -Port nacelle is down!
Nobody panic! We have two nacelles for a reason!
I thought we had two nacelles so we don't just fly in circles?
Rerouting power to structural integrity!
GENESIS: Wait. Where are you taking it from?
Shields. Uh, no. Life support?
GENESIS: What? No!
You're all young and healthy, you can stand to have your lives
a little less supported right now!
(all screaming, shouting)
(metallic rattling)
(all breathing heavily)
SAM: Hey, we only lost the transaxilating relay.
Everybody good?
Mm-hmm.
(sighs)
GENESIS: Uh-huh.
-(retches, coughs) -CALEB: Great.
Glitter vomit. He'll sober up now.
-(Genesis groaning) -It is all over my trousers.
-Um... (sighs) -Gross.
-(door chimes) -I'm not here.
-(door whooshes open) -RENO: I heard.
-Sector 953? -Yeah.
After Nus got done with it.
So, he detonates a mine,
knowing we'd go to Defense Condition One
and recall our ships to Federation space? Why?
He always has a reason.
(door chimes, whooshes open)
-We're not here. -We're not here.
(door whooshes closed)
You guys look guilty as hell.
*
(indistinct chatter)
(sniffs)
GUARD: Show me what's in your bag.
VENDOR: I don't have anything. Really, I don't.
GUARD: Then you won't mind showing me.
-You need to pay up. -(screams)
VENDOR: I need more time, please.
GUARD: Your time is our money.
-(clattering) -VENDOR: Please.
(grunting and screaming)
-(sizzling) -(indistinct P.A. chatter)
CALEB: Hey, hide those wings.
You're gonna get us all killed.
(indistinct P.A. chatter)
Over there.
GENESIS: Hey, we can barter
star charts with these vendors
to get the parts we need to repair the shuttle.
I'm not stupid.
I've scrubbed them of all Federation insignia.
DAREM: We'll get the parts we need.
You find your mom.
Let's get back here fast and safe, yeah?
Hey.
Good luck.
CALEB: You, too.
* *
They're traveling to Ukeck now.
VANCE: How?
On a Starfleet shuttle.
Nahla, our intelligence says Ukeck
is about to be annexed by the Venari Ral.
I see.
Commander Lura is offloading our cadets onto Betazed.
We'll stay here as ordered.
Please have Starfleet alert me
if you're able to track the shuttle.
Don't bullshit a bullshitter.
You have no intentions of staying on Betazed.
I told you I wasn't gonna make more promises
to kids I can't keep.
And I told you I would help you keep them.
(door whooshes open)
(door whooshes closed)
Stay off of main channels, communicate with me directly
on my personal frequency.
Take Athena to the edge of Federation space,
scan from there.
Nahla, if you...
if you chase those kids into Venari Ral territory,
if you jump the border...
...I can't help you.
I understand.
You've been a good friend.
Thank you, Charlie.
Sam's out there?
-Yes, she is. -Then why haven't we left yet?
I've been meaning to field-test our automated
bridge systems anyway.
NAHLA: Once the cadets are off the ship,
prepare for departure.
(indistinct chatter)
* *
(distant shouting)
* *
(grunts)
* *
(grunting forcefully)
You want to die?
(panting)
Mom?
Caleb?
Mom.
Mom?
Where did you go?
-Mom? -Where did you go?
Where did you go?
Mom. Mom...
* *
*
* *
(laughs, sniffles)
You grew up.
-Wasn't my idea. -(laughing)
I'm so sorry.
I thought I'd lost you forever.
Where did you get this scar?
Um...
there was this guy, he tried...
-It's nothing. -No.
It's not nothing.
They said you escaped.
You were so little.
Yeah.
But you taught me how to survive.
-(crying): Oh, I'm so sorry. -No, Mom.
Mom, you never have to apologize.
I got by.
How, honey?
I found this place
that kind of takes in strays.
I had food.
A place to sleep.
I never heard from you.
The encryption.
Not until...
(groans) I'm so dumb.
No, no, no, no, no. I had to assume
that the Venari Ral had compromised our channel.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
You are brilliant.
You were always brilliant.
(sniffling)
Nus...
Nus said something happened to you on Goja V.
When did you talk to Nus Braka?
Our paths crossed.
14 years into my sentence, he made contact.
He said he could get me out.
I was looking at another ten,
and I couldn't get in touch with you inside,
so I took him up on it.
So you could rejoin the Venari Ral?
No!
I was never one of them.
Caleb, never.
I ditched him on Goja V. I told-- I-I made him
think that I was killed in the escape.
How'd you get around?
Trading repairs for transit, mostly on cargo ships.
-(laughs) -I can fix anything.
-Hands! Show me your hands! -No, no, no, no, no! She's with me!
She's with me. She's my friend.
Mm-hmm.
CALEB: Guys...
...this is my mother.
Anisha Mir.
Who are these people to you?
My friends. From... all over.
Show me your fingernails.
Clean.
Healthy.
Well-nourished for a bunch of kids from "all over."
The Venari Ral have spies everywhere.
CALEB: They're not spies, Mom.
They're good people.
What are you doing on Ukeck?
We need parts.
Our shuttle took damage on the way in.
RENO: We're approaching the border of Federation space.
NAHLA: Take us out of warp.
Computer, what are long-range scans telling us?
ATHENA COMPUTER: I'm sorry to say there's no sign
of the cadets' shuttle, Captain Ake.
Wait, what's this?
Whatever it is, it wasn't there the last time we scanned
-this area. -NAHLA: Reno,
send the image to port view screen.
An Omega-47 mine.
Another one.
Transmit coordinates directly to Vance and overlay.
Light-years from the first detonation.
Light-years from any Federation target.
I don't get it.
There's nothing between these two points
-that's worth destroying. -ATHENA COMPUTER: Captain,
there's an anomaly you should be aware of.
Internal sensors are picking up increased pressure in Airlock B.
There are two life signs in there.
Biosignatures identify them as...
our cadets. Locking on.
RENO: Oh.
Hi, guys.
Are you kidding me?
What is wrong with you two?
Cadets Kraag and Sadal?
Explain yourselves.
Actually-actually, don't.
No, no, no. Do.
How did you evade internal sensors?
If you increase the pressure in Airlock B by .029%,
it blocks life signs.
-Well, that's a design flaw. -JAY-DEN: Chancellor,
Cadet Mir is my chosen brother.
NAHLA: Oh, how great.
Very touching. Except now I have
two more of you to keep alive.
Cadet Sadal,
your father's going to lose his mind.
Reno, are we in transport range to anywhere?
Sorry, Captain.
Doc.
-Hmm? -Please let Commander Lura know
-that she's two more cadets short. -Mm-hmm.
Well, I can't get rid of you,
so I'm going to secure you in...
-The brig. -...my office.
Do not touch anything remotely breakable
or, you know, get killed.
-Aye, Chancellor. -Aye, Chancellor.
Be advised:
I will be tracking your life signs every step
from here to there.
NAHLA: Until we hear from Vance, we wait here.
Extend long-range scans to maximum, 360 degrees.
Ah.
Find me that shuttle.
-CALEB: Sensor jammer? -ANISHA: Always.
I like my privacy, especially amongst strangers.
The Venari Ral are everywhere.
DAREM: Is this a formal occupation?
ANISHA: (scoffs) Formal? Doesn't work that way.
(beeping)
They just take.
Caleb, I'd like to get
your friends on their way as soon as possible.
They attract attention.
What parts are you looking for?
A transaxilating relay for starters.
I have a monoaxilating relay.
Do you have any programmable matter?
A little.
This stuff's expensive.
I only need a couple maggs.
Did you scrub the coefficient IDs?
Of course.
CALEB: You still got it, Mom.
Reset to zero nil sub-alpha
and regenerate the output parameters.
CALEB: Whoa, whoa, wait.
Subatomic revision settings are sticking.
Let's be patient.
CALEB: Nice.
-There, see? -Mm-hmm.
That's better.
Thanks.
One transaxilating relay.
RENO: Still no sign of the shuttle.
I think they're out of range.
NAHLA: See if we can hail them.
THE DOCTOR: Too much interference from this distance.
If they're on Ukeck, how'd they beat us?
There's transwarp tunnels throughout that sector.
That's what I'd put my money on, if we still used money.
Still nothing from Vance?
Nothing, Captain. It's odd.
He should have gotten our message by now.
He did.
He's just not gonna respond.
He knows better than to give me a direct order
I'd have to refuse.
Maximum warp.
All right, see you turkeys in the brig.
That should do it.
-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.
MALE (over P.A.): Attention, residents of Ukeck.
This planet has been annexed by the Venari Ral Empire.
Noncitizens have one hour to depart the planet.
I knew it. I knew it.
They'll close the spacedocks.
I need to get to the Hemshir's pilot
and make sure he has a spot.
For both of us.
(laughs)
ANISHA: Strangers make him nervous.
You wait here till I get back.
Get out while you can.
You're going with her.
That wasn't a part of the plan.
I never told you the plan.
So you're just going to leave then?
What do you want me to do?
Throw a bag over her head and drag her back to the shuttle?
If I tell her I'm Starfleet, it'll kill her.
It can't be that bad.
It is that bad.
It was that bad for her.
You guys have to go.
What did you expect?
Did you tell Jay-Den you were leaving?
He invited you into his house. He made you his family.
It was just a ritual.
Not to him!
You know that.
GENESIS: Darem,
save your breath.
She's my mother.
My choices were the Academy or prison.
Now I can make a choice without a gun pointed at my head
and I'm making it.
I never needed the Academy. I never needed any of you.
You're a coward.
And I've had your number since day one, Darem.
Clown prince.
You're a reflection, don't you get it?
You're looking for yourself in the faces of your parents,
and in everyone else you've screwed over
since you've been here.
And, Genesis, let me save you years of pain.
You will never measure up to your father the admiral.
(scoffs) You are inherently selfish and insecure.
No one's gonna follow you into battle because
you don't give a shit about anyone else except for yourself!
It's written all over you.
Learn that now,
and let the poor guy off the hook, save him years
of disappointment. And, Sam...
You're so full of shit.
No, he's not.
He's the smartest guy in the room.
At least, that's what he tells himself.
You know, most men your age
are trying to make a life of their own.
But you can't
because you're so committed to being
a messed up little kid forever.
Good luck with that.
SAM: Bye, Caleb.
SAM: Are we really
-just going to leave him here? -GENESIS: Yes, we are.
DAREM: Shuttle's transporter's not responding.
-Why not? It got us down here. -I don't know.
SOLDIER: Source of the shuttle's
transporter signal's coming from over here.
GENESIS: Go, go, go.
SOLDIER: Don't move!
-Sam! -Show us your hands!
-Hold it there. -Whoa.
-Identify yourselves! -GENESIS: Hey, hey, hey.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa. -LEADER: Show us your hands!
Do not move!
Identify yourselves now!
ANISHA: Here. Take it.
Loading dock's this way.
Head down and keep moving.
MALE (over P.A.): The Ukeck Market is now
under Venari Ral protection.
Three Federation spies have been captured
trying to steal from verified...
Come on, come on.
Wait, what will they do to those Federation citizens?
They'll probably execute them
in the marketplace just to make a point. Come on.
-I can't. -Why?
I... I'm sorry.
I... I can't.
They're...
Those kids are Federation?
That's where we met.
-ANISHA: No. -I can't let them die.
-ANISHA: No, no, no. -Stay here.
-No! -I'll be back as soon as I can.
I'm sorry.
This is a Federation-style transaxilating relay.
Where did you get Federation components?
(both grunt)
(laughs)
Try to run, holo-girl, I'll shoot your friends.
Now, where did you get Federation components?
(both grunt)
How long have you been on Ukeck?
GENESIS: Only a couple of hours.
Around the time a Fed shuttle was making orbit.
We have your ship.
The one with the broken relay.
We're tearing it apart.
Not our ship.
We were on a cargo transport.
At least lie well.
ANISHA: I saw them
on that transport.
They tried to trade me for those components.
They're idiots. They don't know what they're doing.
Save yourself the trouble.
They won't last a day here.
Who are you?
I trade parts for transit,
like most people here.
Most people here trade for information, not parts,
and they trade for their lives.
You're all in the wrong business.
NAHLA (over comm): This is Chancellor Ake.
-(static crackling) -Repeat: This is Chancellor Ake.
Cadets, please respond.
CALEB: There's a guy
losing at dice down that alley.
Trading a bunch of these.
It's amazing what you can find
when you look hard enough.
All kinds of tech-- Federation, non-Federation.
He's found Anisha.
Ukeck Market's a great place to make a living...
-Ukeck Market. -RENO: On it.
CALEB: ...but if you start hassling random traders
and executing a bunch of kids,
you're gonna draw a lot of heat.
Ruin it for all of us.
-You two together? -No.
Lying.
Wait, I know you. You're--
Do we have a transporter lock?
Almost in range.
Confirming Anisha Mir's biosigns
and adding them to the transport queue.
RENO: Wait, wait.
There's an orbital jamming field surrounding Ukeck.
We can't transport at this range.
Fine, alter course. Let's pull a Q'mau.
RENO: That will be bumpy.
Yeah, well, let's give them a show.
(both grunting)
(shouts)
Mom!
Mom.
Mom! Mom!
SOLDIER: Move in, move in!
Get your hands up!
I said get your hands up!
LEADER: Call Braka,
tell them we found the Federation spies.
-(loud boom) -(gasps)
(screaming)
What the...?
* *
(laughs) Now, this is a flex!
ATHENA COMPUTER: Warning,
Venari Ral defense systems activated.
Red Alert.
Full power to impulse engines.
Route additional power to forward shields.
ATHENA COMPUTER: Warning, torpedo incoming.
NAHLA: Reno!
RENO: Just lost transporters.
Get us out of here.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Hush. Never do this again.
Get her to auxiliary medbay, Deck Two.
ATHENA COMPUTER: Captain,
enemy long-range scans have locked on to us.
-We've got one... -Another torpedo incoming.
No, make that three
Venari Ral vessels moving to intercept.
And all three of them can kiss my ass.
Torpedo incoming!
NAHLA: Cadets, take bridge stations.
Lose 'em!
Trying!
NAHLA: Computer, what the hell was that?
ATHENA COMPUTER: That was
an isolytic charge, Captain.
It knocked us out of warp.
(grunting)
They've hooked onto us with tractor beams, Captain.
Can we reverse the charge and overload them?
Do we have impulse?
-Negative. -NAHLA: Computer,
can we initiate a new warp bubble?
Not without tearing the ship apart.
Captain, the structural integrity
is deteriorating rapidly.
30 seconds to collapse.
All stop.
Cut the saucer.
You want me to release the Atrium?
We'll... we'll lose the nacelles, too.
NAHLA: Everyone on board's here with us.
Cut the saucer.
That's an order, Commander. Do it now.
ATHENA COMPUTER: Saucer separation in five,
four, three,
two, one.
RENO: Rerouting warp power to reserve nacelles.
Are they pursuing?
No.
He's not keeping my ship.
This isn't over.
Take us back to Federation space, maximum warp.
Cadets, Reno's in charge.
-Do whatever she says. -RENO: Captain,
long-range sensors are detecting more of the Omega mines.
Onscreen.
DAREM: Is that...
ATHENA COMPUTER: Multiple activation signals
detected, Captain Ake.
They're forming a ring around Federation territory.
Each one is emitting an energy field.
Those fields trigger the mines.
We can't cross here.
We can't cross anywhere.
Find a breach. We have to get back.
There aren't any.
Uh, no.
He's not gonna use the mines
to attack us.
He maneuvered us into a defensive position,
and then put a wall around the entire Federation.
He put us in a box.
And we're the only ones outside of it.
Take us out of warp.
Let's get closer to this nebula.
That should disrupt any Venari Ral sensors.
Get me Vance.
Tell him to pick up.
Course plotted. Opening comms.
I'll be back.
(regenerator trilling)
She'll be fine.
(echoing): Almost good as new.
-(gasps) -Mom.
-Where are we? -You're okay.
Ms. Mir, you're going to need some rest,
but I'm happy to say you'll make
a full recovery.
(door whooshes open)
(door whooshes closed)
* *
Hello, Ms. Mir.
RENO: Mayday, mayday.
This is the USS Athena calling Fed HQ.
Come in, HQ.
Please respond.
This is the Federation starship Athena.
Please respond.
To any Starfleet vessel receiving this signal,
please respond.
This is Commander Jett Reno on the USS Athena.
Mayday, mayday. Can someone please respond?
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