[exciting music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[all gasp]
- Oh, no. - Oh, dear.
- Someone turn us around!
- We can't! We're locked out!
Their Construct's taken over the ship.
- It used me.
I--I had no control!
The Construct made me try to stop you.
I--I didn't know!
- We can deal with Janeway later.
Right now, we have a bigger problem
that's only getting bigger.
- I can't be here.
If I don't know what you're doing,
I can't sabotage you anymore.
- [gasps] Janeway, don't leave!
- The "Dauntless" is hailing us!
- Uh, do not answer that call!
The weapon won't go off if we don't connect.
- Unless they board us.
- We can't let them take this ship.
♪ ♪
- [blows raspberry]
- We're not just locked out.
Our warp drive's powering up!
Our ship is trying to run away!
[alarm blaring]
- Red alert.
Admiral Janeway, report to the bridge.
- The admiral isn't answering her combadge, Commander.
- Where is she? I need her here now!
- I advise getting rid of the admiral
by throwing her out of an airlock.
- An admiral's absence
would certainly bring unwanted attention.
- She'll be out for a few hours.
I'll move her combadge to her quarters
and say she asked not to be disturbed.
Drednok, find a way to erase all data of this event.
[beeping]
We will complete the mission.
- Follow that ship. Maximum warp!
[warbling]
[whooshing]
Can we get any closer?
- I could close the gap
if we reroute power from the quantum slip stream.
Then we can merge our warp fields
and lock onto their course.
- If they engage their Proto-Warp engine,
we'll be torn apart!
- Their Proto-Drive is offline.
Commander, the admiral doesn't want us to lose that ship.
- Asencia's right.
Merge warp bubbles so they can't escape.
[whooshing]
♪ ♪
- How interesting!
The "Dauntless" has merged their warp bubble into ours.
- Well, at least they aren't shooting at us--oh!
[zapping]
Aah! Ooh!
And now they're shooting at us.
- They're trying to take out our shields to board us.
- Ugh, if we could just talk to them!
- Opening comms will infect their ship.
- [grunts]
- We must find another way.
- What if we reconfigure the deflector
to emit a phased tachyon pulse to communicate the--
- Yeah, sure! Why not?
Beep, boop! Beep, boop!
[laughs]
Jankom doesn't know how to do that.
- Aw.
- Zero, you're a telepath.
Can you reach the admiral at this distance?
- If I had my hive mind, perhaps,
but my telepathy alone isn't strong enough.
- Dal could be your hive mind!
He read Okona's thoughts, remember?
- Huh. - She's right!
Dal's genes have telepathic DNA.
If we work together, we could reach the--
[zapping]
[grunts] - Great!
I love trying new things, but let's do it fast.
[whimpers] What do I do?
- Close your eyes and reach out with your mind.
You must relax!
[zapping]
- Oh, sure.
No problem.
Just relax.
- Imagine yourself crossing the void of space
to the admiral's ship.
Follow my voice.
Follow my mind.
[zapping]
Focus on Admiral Janeway.
Make contact with her.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
Aah! - [squeals]
[both scream]
- What is this thing?
What's going on?
What's wrong with my voice?
- Uh, well-- - I know you.
You're Gwyn, and Zero, and Rok-Tahk.
Wait, how did I get on to the "Protostar"?
- You're not making any sense. - Uh...
- Did you reach the admiral or not?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! He didn't read her mind!
[gasps] He lost his mind!
- Indeed. This is not Dal.
- Of course not!
I'm Admiral Janeway.
- Huh? - What?
- Uh, there's got to be a scientific explanation.
- I don't know.
When we established a telepathic link to the admiral,
Dal's neural patterns have somehow swapped with hers.
- Impossible.
- If the admiral's mind is in Dal's body,
then Dal must be...
uh-oh.
♪ ♪
- Hello?
Why does my voice sound weird?
[gasps] Oh! Aah!
I must have blacked out!
Oh, I'm dreaming!
[heavy breathing]
Just--just-- just gotta wake up.
Ouch! Super not dreaming.
All right, all right, all right.
I just need to relax.
[gasps]
Uh, psst, Zero!
Can you hear me, Z?
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
Mm.
- Admiral, there you are.
- Hello...
Starfleet person.
I am the admiral obviously.
Thank you for your service during--
[alarm blaring]
Ah, red alert.
Hmm...
[whispers] Zero, come in!
Please!
- Commander, I found the admiral.
- Beam her to the bridge at once.
- No, let's not!
Wait--
- Admiral Janeway.
You're...here.
- Yes, I am.
Nice to see ya.
- [clears throat]
Admiral.
- [exhales sharply]
I'm Admiral Janeway. I can do this.
[seat squeaking]
Oh! [clears throat]
- A few more phaser volleys should knock out their shields.
[zapping]
- Whoa! Stop firing!
Uh, cease! Quit it!
- [gasps]
But Admiral, those were your orders.
- I changed my mind.
Not in a weird way, but a totally normal way.
I can change my mind.
- Uh, understood. We'll end our pursuit.
- Wait, don't do that either!
I don't want to lose my body...
of work that is the "Protostar."
- So you do want to board their ship?
- I mean, let's see where they're going first.
Then, pew pew pew?
- You heard the admiral.
- As your doctor, I order you to drink this coffee.
Get it together!
- [slurps]
[spits] Ugh!
How does she drink this stuff?
- This is why you haven't answered our hails.
To protect us.
- All we want is to return the ship.
- Hmm...
[heroic music]
When I was a cadet,
I learned that a good officer keeps an open mind.
I made quite a few assumptions about you,
and they were all wrong.
- Does that mean you'll help us?
- Yes, but the only way I can help
is if I return to my ship and body.
So how do we fix this?
Ideas?
[beeping]
- Dal's human genome has been spliced
with 26 different species.
Rok and I believe his telepathic link was hijacked
by another gene in his augmented DNA.
- Dal's an augment?
- Zero and me think
that Dal's Organian DNA caused the body swap.
- I'm in Dal's body with his DNA,
which means I should be able to reverse the mind swap.
But how?
- Follow my voice.
Follow my mind.
- [gasps]
- Dal?
- Sorry.
Still the admiral. - Oh, dear.
There must be another variable we haven't accounted for.
- We need to find it fast.
- You wanted to speak to me, Admiral?
- Sorry. What's your name again?
- Asencia.
Ensign Asencia.
- Is there any way to call them without using comms?
- You don't remember our discussion?
- Hmm...
- We can't contact them
unless they answer a hail or we go aboard.
- Ah, right.
That was a test! Good work!
- Admiral, my medical scan picked up
faint cellular damage in your cerebral cortex.
Your brainwaves-- - [laughs]
What? Oh, that's crazy!
My--my brains are fine.
I'm just busy thinking real hard, that's all.
- Yes. I--I'd like to run more tests.
- Yeah, yeah--yeah, after I take a nap.
You can run all the tests you want
when I feel like myself again.
- [groaning]
- You, antennas, you're in charge.
Everyone else, keep doing an awesome job.
Teamwork makes the dream work!
- Sir, I've mapped the "Protostar's" course
heading to a restricted sector near Gamma Serpentis.
- That puts them awfully close to the heart
of Federation space.
- If there's a weapon on their ship,
can we really stop them alone?
- I'll notify Starfleet Command and request
all ships to that vector.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Whoever locked these controls
must know the ship inside and out.
[gasps]
[chirping]
[whirring]
They told me what you did.
I'd be hard on you, but I already know
how hard you are on yourself.
- After what I did, Dal,
deactivating felt like the easy way out.
- Sounds like something I'd do.
It's me, Vice Admiral Janeway.
Just in Dal's body.
I wish I could explain.
- Prove it.
- Remember what Dad said when I spilled Phoebe's paints
on the floor but blamed it on the dog?
Come on, Kate.
both: Make something great out of that mess.
- It's really you!
I mean, me! How?
- Dal tried to use telepathy to contact me,
but we swapped neural patterns.
- Sounds like something Dal would do.
- The crew's working on a fix.
In the meantime, maybe you and I
can stop that thing before we reach wherever we're going.
- The Construct has full control.
We can't restore access without authorization.
- Admiral-level security clearance
won't let me restore control of this ship,
but I can restore you.
Since you're a nonessential program,
we can purge the Construct's influence.
I'm rebuilding your corrupted files.
Might sting a bit.
[computer beeps]
[dramatic music]
- Oh! It's all coming back!
I remember the first "Protostar" crew led by--
- Chakotay.
What happened to him?
- Mayday! Mayday!
The "Protostar" sustained heavy damage after passing
through a temporal anomaly.
- Captain, send out the warning.
We're being boarded.
[weapon humming]
- Is he--are they?
- I don't know. - Admiral Da--
I mean, Admir-Dal?
- Yes, Rok? What is it?
- We found a way to get you back!
- Glad to hear it.
I'm on my way. Coming?
- Yeah.
Let's make something great out of this mess.
- [chirping]
- Before they were non-corporeal,
ancient Organians would transfer consciousness
into other bodies through physical touch.
- But Dal and I weren't touching.
- Except you sort of were.
When the "Dauntless" phasers hit our ship,
the energy transfer created a link.
- So we need to recreate the conduit to swap them back.
Dal has to fire on the "Protostar" again.
- If we lose shields, the Diviner takes our ship.
And locked controls means no beaming or shuttles!
- So Dal and the Admiral need to go...
[chuckles nervously] Out there.
- You mean you want me to exit a Starship,
go to the middle of a warp bubble,
and make physical contact with my own body?
- [chuckles nervously] [Murf squeals]
- Listen, I was once transformed into a salamander.
Nothing can be as difficult as that.
Let's do it.
- Hmm.
- Hey, look. Murf spotted something.
- [chirping]
- It's Dal!
But what is he doing?
- [gasps] He's getting our attention!
He's using Morse code. S-O-S.
Oh, we could use it to tell him our plan!
- Uh, Jankom is pretty sure those are
the only letters Dal learned.
- I have an idea.
It's a little game from my planet called "Charades."
- [gasps] Ooh! A game!
- They need to stop moving around!
It's a message!
You two are dancing.
Oh, this is going to haunt me.
Wait!
You want me to fly outside?
Leave the ship and go out there?
We--uh, high five.
No! Touch. Touch hands!
Ugh!
Leave the ship, touch hands, swap bodies.
Oh, that's it!
Yes!
[whooping]
[clears throat]
- Admiral, what are you doing?
[bones crack] - [groans]
- Oh, just keeping the old body in tip top shape, you know?
Ah!
- Admiral, let's get you to sickbay.
[clears throat]
Admiral coming through!
- Oh! - Oh!
[suspenseful music]
- [grunting]
Don't you know who I am?
- No. No, we do not.
- [grunts]
- Snug as a bug, Admir-Dal.
- You're going to make a great science officer someday.
- Mm!
[giggles]
- Thanks for giving us a chance.
If we're lucky enough to get in to Starfleet,
maybe we'll see you around.
I know Dal would love it more than anyone.
What is it? - Ugh.
Gwyn, Dal's an augment.
Starfleet outlawed augments after the Eugenics Wars.
He'll never be allowed in. - [gasps]
- Shouldn't Dal be floating in space towards us
right about now?
- [grunting]
- They said it was for your safety.
- [grunts] Diviner?
- It was only a matter of time before you learned who I was.
[grunting]
You must think I'm a monster, Admiral.
For most of my life,
Starfleet has been my sworn enemy.
The villains who destroyed my world.
Your kindness was unexpected,
but I have a mission to complete.
The Federation's destruction will bring my people salvation,
which is why I must do this.
[suspenseful music]
I save your life as you saved mine.
And I have one request.
Should my mission fail, please protect my daughter.
- You know, I get it.
I'd do anything for Gwyn too.
♪ ♪
[gasps]
- She was acting so strangely.
Ugh! [grunts]
I'm at the wrong end of the ship.
Well, there's no going back.
♪ ♪
[alarm chirping]
- Um, the Admiral's on the hull.
- Beam her back! - We can't!
The merged warp field's causing too much spatial distortion.
- Well, then get me some options
before she burns alive.
- Aye, Commander. - Ha!
She's endangering the lives of everyone aboard this ship.
♪ ♪
- Here goes nothing. [alarm chirping]
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax.
Ugh! Oh!
No, Dal!
- Jankom, get ready to short the aft shields
for just a few seconds.
- You got it. Let's hope they don't notice.
You're up, Admiral. - Try not to look down.
Or to the side. Or up. Or-- - I've got it.
Not my first rodeo.
- What's a rodeo?
- When I get back, I'm going to fix this.
And I'll make sure you all get a fair shake
once we're out of this mess.
- Admiral, thanks for the memories.
- Murf. Let's go.
- [chirps]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[whirring]
- Help! I'm being tractor beamed!
- Murph, stretch as far as you can.
- [groaning]
I need to create a conduit.
- Oh! Uh-uh, uh-uh! Uh-uh!
- Might sting a bit.
[zapping]
- [screaming]
[both yelling]
- [groans]
- [chirping]
- Oh, Murfy! You wonderful, slimy thing!
Ah, am I glad to see you, bud.
- Ha-ha!
Don't need to be a telepath to know that's Dal.
- Good to have you back, Dal.
- Ha, you have no idea.
[alarm beeping]
[computer chirps] - Uh-oh.
We're dropping out of warp.
- But where have we landed?
- Uh, guys?
- Federation space.
And that's one heck of a welcome party.
♪ ♪
- I'm glad the admiral's on our side.
- Yeah. About that.
- Ugh!
[groans]
I was right.
Stings quite a bit.
[sighs]
Oh, no.
♪ ♪
[wondrous music]
♪ ♪