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- Admiral's log, Stardate 61865.1.
After the unexpected launch of "The Infinity"
with some young crew aboard,
we are dealing with the fallout of our failed mission
to rescue Captain Chakotay.
The investigation into what exactly happened
on the other side of the wormhole
is underway as we struggle to understand what went wrong
and who is responsible.
OK. Let's begin.
- I was only trying to move the ship, not steal it.
Mmm, this is way better with sugar.
- Ahh, Jankom's done with the nice-nice,
so let me give it to you straight.
It was one heck of a ride. Whoo!
- They are very difficult to reason with, Admiral.
It was a problem.
- I tried to stop them! Really!
[gulps] Why is my mouth so dry?
Are your mouths dry? Do you have any water?
- Some mistakes were made.
We tried not to alter past events,
but Captain Chakotay ended up piloting the "Protostar"
to who knows where.
- [indistinct gurgling]
- Hm. - [groans]
- That's when we got the message
to save Gwyn in the past.
- Sent by a mysterious, unknown entity.
While we do not know who, they assisted several times.
It was all highly illogical.
- Uh, uh, if you ask Jankom, it was a g-g-ghost.
- I'm alive because of them.
- [gulps]
[sighs]
Is this gonna go on our records?
- [indistinct gurgling]
- Thank you for your candor.
Your answers were helpful. Dismissed.
- [speaking gibberish] - [sighs]
You think they believe us?
- [scoffs] Would you?
- [groans]
- I know I have a headache.
And I don't technically have a head.
- They're troublemakers.
Their recklessness lost Chakotay,
endangered the timestream!
- I haven't seen a crew this dysfunctional
since the "Cerritos."
What they need is more supervision.
- Their altering of the timeline
has already displaced Gwyn from our reality,
the first sign of terrible things to come.
- I have stabilized the poor girl,
but it's only a temporary solution.
- Which is why we've got to find and return
the "Protostar" to its rightful place
on Tars Lamora in the past.
Clearly, this isn't over.
- [groans] - It was an accident.
They on a mission they never should have been on,
which, need I remind you,
you were all willing to be a part of 48 hours ago.
We all share the blame.
- There's also the matter of this mysterious entity.
- How did it know about our mission?
- It feels like there are bigger things at play here.
Do a multi-spectral sensor sweep.
I'll send my report to Starfleet.
Until then, Doctor, please ensure our wayward guests
stay out of trouble.
- Certainly.
- Restricted access? Seriously?
- After what happened,
they might not want us further wandering the ship.
- Oh, oh. Well, why not just throw us in the brig?
- You should feel lucky they're letting us continue
our studies, even if it is on probation.
- Lucky?
This ain't exactly the happy reunion
Jankom Pog was hoping for!
- [speaking gibberish] - Huh? [groans]
[munching]
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- Hey. You OK?
- Yeah, just not used to this thing.
The doctor says not to fiddle with it.
I miss my heirloom.
- Oh, Maj'el, come join us.
- Maj'el! Over here!
- I cannot.
- [sighs] - What about Solum?
I failed my home world.
And I feel like I abandoned them.
- Guys, we can still fix this.
Chakotay and the "Protostar" have got to be
out there somewhere, right?
I say we find 'em, then send our ship
back to Tars Lamora where we found it.
Our past is fixed, Gwyn gets better,
she saves Solum, and we all redeem ourselves.
- Oh, is that all?
- We've already dug this giant hole for ourselves.
And your suggestion is we just keep digging?
- [high-pitched squealing] - Aw, Murf!
Now is not the...time?
- [speaking gibberish] - Murf, why did you make that?
[suspenseful music]
- Huh. - Whoa, Gwyn. What's wrong?
- That spiral. I've seen it before.
In the cave, I heard a voice say, "We must stay together."
- [gasp] That's the ghost!
- Well, I did see Murf acting weird, talking at the walls.
- [speaking gibberish]
- Murf, did it speak to you too?
- [speaking gibberish]
- Wait, you're telling me whoever's
been helping us left some kind of secret message with Murf?
- [speaking gibberish] - Well, I can't read his mind.
So what is he saying, Gwyn?
- I know a lot of languages, but Murf's not one of them.
- [speaking gibberish]
- The strange events, the voices,
why it's happening to us--
Murf could be the key to everything.
- [scoffs] Yeah, great, except we're grounded,
none of us speak Murf-ese,
and the senior officers already think we're crazy.
- I don't care.
We have to figure out what he's saying.
- [speaking gibberish]
- What is he doing?
[all yelp] - A food fight gone wrong!
- A bit anxious, aren't we?
I know the failed mission you were on
was a harrowing ordeal,
but I'd be more than happy to discuss the matter.
- Thank you for the offer, Doctor,
but we were just leaving.
- Perfect.
I'd be delighted to escort you all personally.
[all groan]
- I believe you'd benefit from my ten-step
Anti-Anxiety for Academy Hopefuls program,
or AAAH for short.
- Oh, finally!
Let's reconvene at Murf's and figure out our next move.
- I knew you'd be interested,
- Uh, guys. We gotta ditch the Doc.
- Uh, yeah. That hologram is everywhere.
- Hello. - Ohh!
- Please state the nature of the mentorship emergency.
- Ah!
[pants]
- There may be a way to provide a distraction.
But it won't be easy.
- Zero, how can I help you?
- I was reminiscing about our conversation the other day.
And I realized I never got a chance to hear
about your latest holo-novel.
- Oh, I'd be delighted to walk you through it.
It's entitled, "Love in the Time of Holograms."
The plot involves a physician who
creates holo-duplicates of himself
to be in two places at once.
However, the love triangle grows
more complicated, humorously evolving into a love hexagon.
- Dal, you owe me one.
- Thanks, Z. Gwyn, Rok, Jankom.
We're clear.
- Whatever illegal stuff you're doing,
leave me out of it.
I'm not listening. La-la-la-la-la-la.
- OK.
Everyone who is not Rok, Operation: What the Heck
is Murf Saying is a go.
- [speaking gibberish]
- Now, that sounded different than before, right?
It wasn't an "oot" or an "oom" but more of an "oop."
- Augh.
It all sounds like pudding.
- Hmm.
- [speaking gibberish]
- [groans] This is getting us nowhere.
- Huh. Uhh?
- And that's when Rodrigo tells his
holo-duplicate Rodrigo he can no longer see Ana,
except on Tuesdays.
- Just one more tweak and the translator now
should decipher Murf-speak.
[translator beeping]
- [chuckles]
Eh?
- Mushroom. Bounce.
Radio stare, disco--
- We've got a malfunction!
- Hullabaloo! - Augh!
- Get the badge.
- Kalamazoo.
Saturday!
- Get the badge.
Get the badge!
Got it! - I'm not getting involved.
- You want to talk about it?
- Ugh.
It is a long story, Gillian.
[computer beeps]
- Ugh.
Another dead end.
My head is spinning.
I've cross-referenced Murf's spiral
with everything in Starfleet's database,
but there's just so many variables.
[sighs] - Hey.
You sure you're all right?
- I'm fine.
- I just mean with your father, your home world,
almost getting erased from existence.
It's a lot.
- I know, but I'm back now.
And if this is my chance to set one thing right,
then I have to try.
- From here on out, no more going alone.
I've got your back. OK?
[computer beeps]
- Wait.
Computer, go back.
- What's the origin of this symbol?
- A petroglyph used among descendants of the Ometepe
Rubber Tree and Nicarao people,
who now inhabit the ex-federation colony
on Trebus.
- Bring up the list of inhabitants.
[computer beeps]
- [sighs]
Great.
Let's go ask every single person
on an ex-federation colony.
- Wait.
Computer, are any of the names on this list in Starfleet?
[computer beeps]
- There is one former resident missing in action.
[computer beeping]
- Captain Chakotay.
- The power is some kind of cascading photovoltaic loop.
How could kids make the advanced calculations
to reroute the grid this way?
- The mysterious entity.
It was encountered as Chakotay was lost in the time anomaly.
Could Chakotay be this entity somehow?
Reaching out?
- Either way, strange things are afoot.
- Bridge to Admiral Janeway.
You have a message from Admiral Jellico.
- Hmm.
Send it through to the cargo hold.
[computer beeping]
- Vice Admiral.
I received your debrief on the wormhole incident.
A time anomaly of this magnitude
poses a serious threat to the Federation.
We can't risk another Protostar disaster.
Starfleet has determined it's too dangerous to keep open.
Your orders are to collapse it immediately.
- Admiral, I have a young woman aboard
who's been affected by it.
We don't know what will happen if it's closed.
And Chakotay--
- I'm sorry, Kathryn.
This is bigger than Chakotay.
The mission is over.
- [sighs]
- [grunts] Captain Chakotay?
[grunts]
Are you sure?
- It's too big of a coincidence.
Chakotay vanished in the wormhole with
the Protostar, right?
What if he's been trying to communicate?
- [speaking gibberish]
- Zero, you OK?
Where's the doc?
- The doctor has been called away, probably to add more
Rodrigos to his holo-novel.
- [speaking gibberish]
- Uh... sorry, Murf.
We get the spiral's related to Chakotay,
but we don't know what it means.
- [speaking gibberish]
- There's only one person left I can think of
who might be able to help.
- I can't help you.
I'm not even allowed to have visitors right now.
Plus, I spent months trying to translate Murf
and got nowhere.
- Please, Rok.
We've tried everything with him.
You're the best xenobiologist I know.
And you know Murf better than anyone.
- And if we get caught, we might
as well have "I love the brig" signs around our necks.
Don't you care about Starfleet Academy anymore?
- Rok, we're here because we do care.
The doctor said Gwyn's stabilizer
is only a temporary solution.
She can't stay like this forever.
Finding Chakotay and the Protostar
might be our only way to fix this.
And if we don't, then we--
she--
- [sighs] Might never exist, kid.
- You're part of our crew, Rok.
We can't do this without you.
I need you, and so does he.
- [speaking gibberish]
- [sighs] At least I can help you do it right.
- [speaking gibberish]
- I think that one means "thanks".
- OK, Murf.
Let's think about this.
Why can no one understand you?
- [speaking gibberish]
- We don't know much about your species,
but Mellanoid slime worms did evolve from aquatic sea life.
- [speaking gibberish]
- Maybe the reason we can't understand Murf
is because he needs to be in water to be understood.
- Ha-ha-ha.
How's a bubble bath going to help?
- Some frequencies can't be heard
easily unless they're submerged,
like the harmonics of a whale.
- Oh, I love this part.
She gets that look when she's close to a breakthrough.
- Shh.
She's hypothesizing.
- Hmm.
Wait a sec.
Murf-speak might be too nuanced for the universal translator,
but maybe not for a whale.
- Anything for you, Rok.
Sorry, I was eavesdropping.
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- [speaking gibberish]
- I know you're afraid of her, Murf.
I'm not exactly a fan of water either.
But this is bigger than both of us, so I'll go with you.
And I promise Gillian is going to love you.
- [speaking gibberish]
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[speaking gibberish]
[squealing]
[speaking gibberish]
[whale bellows]
- I believe I understand him.
- [speaking gibberish]
- Your friend is saying N-D-M-E-F.
- Hey.
This ain't the Klingon opera.
Somebody grab a pen.
- N-D-M-E-F.
- D-M-E-F-I-N.
- Oh, it's out of order.
- Oh.
Oh.
Fin-d me! - No.
Find me.
- Find who?
Chakotay?
I don't get it.
How?
- [speaking gibberish]
- 2-0-- - Oh, boy.
There's more.
Quick, give me the pen.
- 2-1-4-6-2-0-7-
4-2-1-4-6.
- [sighs] What's with the numbers?
- It's too short to be coordinates.
- Ain't exactly an address, either.
- It's not a Fibonacci sequence; the numbers are off.
- So then what is it?
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- Nearly ready, Admiral.
Quantum torpedo detonated by tachyon pulse
should collapse the wormhole.
- Very well.
I'm sorry, Chakotay.
- Permission to speak freely, Admiral?
Everyone on this bridge agrees--
- None of us wanted the rescue mission to end this way.
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- Duly noted.
Begin the countdown.
I'll be in my ready room.
[sighs]
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Be careful, Chakotay.
It's still a long way from home.
- If I run into any trouble, you'll be the first one I call.
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Before I go, this is for you.
Think of it like a beacon to guide me home.
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- Wormhole closure in 3, 2, 1.
- Fire.
[laser blasts]
[loud explosion]
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Am I a fool to hope, Doctor,
that's he's still out there alive, safe?
- Perhaps this was our only door to Chakotay.
But hope is never a foolish thing.
I've found whenever a door closes, a window may open.
- [speaking gibberish]
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[speaking gibberish]
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- [speaking gibberish]
- The numbers.
I think I have to change my armband frequency
to see what this all means--
to find him.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're not fiddling with that thing.
Remember the "don't fiddle with that thing" speech?
- Gwyn, that's stabilizer's the only thing
keeping you in this reality.
- I know, but someone tried to show
me something in that spiral.
And I think they're trying again.
- I can't lose you again.
It's too dangerous.
The voice said we have to be together.
- And now we are.
Dal, I know this is what I have to do.
I can feel it.
You said you had my back.
Do you?
- Always.
I'm not going anywhere.
- None of us are.
- Look, if anything feels off when I cross over,
I'll switch it right back.
I promise.
[tense music]
- [sighs]
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- Where did she go?
What's happening?
[spacey music]
- [gasping]
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[loud whoosh]
Ahh!
[dramatic music]
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- Come on, Gwyn.
Come back to us.
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Augh!
[gasping]
[indistinct chatter]
- Gwyn!
[indistinct chatter]
- [gasping]
[garbled] Find me...
before they do.
- Ahh!
- Ahhhh!
- Gwyn! - [groans]
- Are you all right?
- Easy does it, cadet.
Zero, get her some water--
non-whale, please.
- What happened in there?
- What did you see?
- Chakotay.
I know where to find him.
The spiral-- it's a map.
- [speaking gibberish]