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There is a devastating weapon onboard the "Protostar."
I need to warn Starfleet Command now.
With respect, Vice Admiral, by Starfleet Order 104, section C,
you have been deemed medically unfit for command.
If any one of our fleet opens a hail,
we'll receive a hostile signal
designed to turn us against ourselves.
In the blink of an eye,
this entire armada will devour itself.
You must release me.
Ooh, that's one mean-lookin' welcome wagon.
Indeed. The amount of firepower from that many
starships would make a rather unpleasant welcome.
This is where the "Construct" wanted to be,
the heart of Federation space.
Starfleet will be decimated if the "Construct's" signal gets out.
Good thing Admiral Janeway can set this straight.
Uh, about that.
I may have tarnished her reputation a bit?
They think she's crazy.
I'd be surprised if they believe anything she says.
Then how will they know they're in danger?
Medical leave? The Vice Admiral was perfectly healthy
when she informed me there was an unknown weapon on a ship
stolen by imposters posing as Starfleet.
Yes, Admiral, but the "Protostar"
was out of reach in the neutral zone.
So you brought it to our front doorstep?
Please tell me there's a plan.
Sir, the "Protostar" has refused
to answer our hails, so we've been commanded
to disrupt their shields to allow a boarding party.
- Approved. Get a team on that ship. - Yes, Admiral.
Fire phasers. Take out their shields.
We gotta get out of here!
Tell me you're getting our controls back.
Perhaps to bypass the software blockade,
all it takes is a hardware reconfiguration.
- What? - We hotwire it.
Ooh, ooh, we're back in business.
Yeah, but the shields are dropping fast.
Engine room, can we Proto-Warp out of here?
Not until that Proto-Core's online.
We jump now and the only place we're going
is into a bazillion pieces.
Then shift that auxiliary power from the core
- to boost our shields. - Oh, great! That, Jankom can do.
Impulse is online. Shields boosted.
- Evasive maneuvers, Z. - Already read your mind.
Other ships are targeting us now.
- Gwyn! - Shields are holding.
We've been in worse jams with less practice.
Trust me. We're gonna laugh about it one day
- at Starfleet Academy. - Huh?
- Dal, the Academy won't acc... - Believe their luck when we join.
- Right, Rok? - Oh. Right.
Exactly. They may be many,
but we're fast, so let's show it off.
- On my mark. - Yes, Captain.
Incoming torpedoes, astern.
Alter course, heading zero mark 270.
Whoo-hoo!
Jankom calls that maneuver the Slippery Dipsy-Doodle.
Great work! Except for that name.
Come about hard to port.
Port harder. Port harder!
That sound is our entire fleet raining down on one ship.
If we open comms with the "Protostar,"
those same weapons will turn on us.
If you knew me at all,
you'd know you could trust what I'm saying.
You're wrong, Admiral. I do know you.
Back when you commanded "Voyager,"
you lied to the Devore people when they were searching
- for illegal refugees onboard. - Yes.
The refugees were innocent and unarmed.
- That was a long time ago. - Not to me.
I know you don't recognize me. I was much smaller then.
But I was one of those Brenari refugees
you helped escape through the wormhole.
I'm alive because of you.
I'm so glad to have met you. Again.
Shields at critical.
They're gonna board us!
Gwyn, where are you going?
To give us a fighting chance.
If we cross that line, you can forget Starfleet Academy.
- We can still talk to them. - My father won't try to talk.
Dal, listen.
If anything happens, I want you to hear this from me.
- W-Whoa, what are you doing? - I'm so... I'm so sorry.
I thought that was a moment and we felt the same.
What is it I needed to hear?
- Starfleet won't allow Augments. - What?
When the Admiral was on board, she told us.
I'm sorry.
You deserve the truth.
Shields are down. Warp and impulse offline.
We're defenseless.
Dal, what are you doing?
We all deserve to belong somewhere.
But if I can't join Starfleet, I'll make sure you guys can.
Coordinates locked on. Preparing three to beam away.
I'll take it from here.
She's an imposter!
Eliminate anyone who gets in our way.
Except my Progeny. She's one of us.
Of course.
New life forms onboard.
All hands on deck. Do not let them reach the bridge.
Gwyn, seal the doors and don't let anyone in.
Multiple targets acquired.
Ah!
- You. - Disable holo-emitters.
- Starfleet override Ensign Asencia. - You can't do this.
They have no idea what is coming.
Years we have waited for this, years they will suffer.
Check to see the weapon is intact.
Uh-oh, gravity mine.
Do it, Zero.
Oh!
Asencia, what are you doing?
Whoever you are, get off my ship.
- Gwyndala. - He knows nothing will stop me
from saving Solum from First Contact.
In time, I'm sure he'll forgive me.
Target eliminated.
That a boy, Murf!
Murf!
You dare stand in the way of the Vau N'Akat?
There must be another way.
This can't be what our people want.
You're not one of us. You never were.
You're just a mistake. A burden!
Shouldn't even exist!
No!
Complete our mission. Open hails.
- Do it. - No, Father!
Before I had a daughter, this was mine!
You were always the weak one.
No!
No, no, no.
Father.
All threats contained. Do not move.
Computer, open a channel.
Broadcast on all Federation frequencies.
- An incoming transmission. - On screen.
No, don't answer that hail!
Deactivate all comms and weapons.
- Admiral? - Now!
Controls aren't responding. Admiral, our shields are down.
Starfleet left my people to tear ourselves apart.
And now I will watch your Federation do the same.
Brothers, sisters...
the Intrusion will never come to be.
Starfleet's destruction is our salvation.
Aah.
- It's too late. - What have we done?
We're not done! Not yet.
Jankom, give me your Mitt.
Ha, check out the brains on the Brikar.
Aah.
Let's try that again.
- You have to stop this! - I can't.
- Then you'll pay for it. - Aw, maybe, but not today.
Ah, no, no, no, no, no, bad.
Oh, whoa!
- Hull breach enclosure activated. - Gwyn!
Gwyndala...
- I'm here. - It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I tried to save our world. Your world.
- I wanted you to see it. - I can, Father.
- I will. - Maybe you can unify them...
- do what I never could. - I don't know where Solum is.
I don't know how to do that.
There's no barrier we cannot overcome,
for you are my daughter, my spirit's song,
my Gwyndala.
I'm sorry.
What's going on? Did we stop?
Jankom, get me a damage report.
Our hull's stabilized. Shields returning.
We're banged up, but...
Speak in words I can understand.
The Construct is impeding our universal translator.
Just like Tars Lamora.
- I want a full damage report. - It's too late, Commander.
Attention, all crew. This is your admiral.
Prepare to abandon ship.
I said abandon ship.
Everyone, calm down.
I'll see if I can circumvent the firewall
to get translators back.
- Please. We've lost control out there.
We can't lose it in here.
Oh, aha.
My father had me study languages
to pit species against each other.
Instead, I can bring them together.
Captain, can you understand me?
- Yes. - Good, you speak Standard.
But our translators are malfunctioning too.
- Can you stop this? - I wish I could.
But without control of our fleet,
there's no way to stop every Starfleet ship
- from destroying itself. - Every Starfleet ship...
How many allies do you have nearby
without Starfleet signatures?
I don't think we need any more unnecessary casualties.
But if they don't have a Starfleet signature,
they won't be affected.
I only hope we can convince them to lend their shields.
Asking another to put themselves at risk is no small request,
even when we could understand each other.
Starfleet has one translator left.
We brought this problem to you. Let us fix it.
Opening a distress call to any vessels within range.
- Stand by. - The bridge is yours, Captain.
And they've lost control of their ships.
And it won't stop until Starfleet destroys themselves.
I am requesting your aid in our immediate assistance
and help relaying this message
to all our non-Federation allies. We beg you.
Your transports, your freights, your shields...
anything that will slow the attack
Starfleet is inflicting upon itself.
And why should I help?
Because in the infinite of space, everyone needs to know
there is a place out there willing to accept us all,
no matter how different we think we are.
Without Starfleet, the Federation crumbles.
And that dream dies with it.
If they've ever helped you as they've helped us,
then hear my words.
Allies, civilians, outsiders, anyone,
Starfleet needs you now...
- Or it will not survive.
Uh...
A worthy effort.
But right now I need to evacuate our ships.
It was worth a shot.
Get to the escape pods.
Admiral!
Brace for impact.
They did it.
Starfleet, the mighty Trij offers you salvation.
Prepare to beam out.
Would you look at that?
- They came.
Is that a Klingon Bird of Prey?
Ooh, and a civilian Sura-class. A Gorn trading vessel!
- And old Petarian bulk freighter. - And ... A D'Kora.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jankom understands you.
Ah, Janeway must have fixed the translators.
I only helped. You did the communicating.
- Whoo! - Yes!
- We survived! - Yeah!
- Wait, no. - That's another Starfleet ship.
- Why are they still coming? - No, no, no!
- More Starfleet ships? How? - Well, this is concerning.
It appears Starfleet's defense protocols
automatically emit an SOS when in dire threat.
- What does that mean?
That when Starfleet ships are in trouble,
- they call for backup. - And when those reinforcements
are compromised, even more ships will come.
- It's all one giant trap.
By the time this is all over, there won't be any Starfleet left.
So they never make First Contact with Solum.
- There aren't enough allies in the sector
to stop what's coming.
There's nothing we can do.
We can't warp away. We can't stop the signal.
It's annihilation.
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