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NARRATOR:
Previously on Enterprise:

REED:
The Insectoid ship's been damaged.

Target the second one.

Is that what this is all about?
Do you think I wanna replace you?

You just can't stand taking orders
from me, can you?

[GRUNTING]

- Tell me something.
- What?

Why won't you let me do my job?

I wanna know
where you're building the weapon.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- The hell you don't.

There's a reference to a planet
he visited recently, Azati Prime.

The coordinates match the location
of one of the red giants.

Set a course for Azati Prime,
maximum warp.

Magnify.

REED:
It's definitely Xindi, sir.

The hull composition matches
the other ships we've seen.

It doesn't look like a reptilian
or a primate design.

Bio-signs?

None that I can detect.
There's no atmosphere aboard.

- Anyone else in the system?
- No, sir.

- Put a team together.
- REED: Aye, sir.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

We'll take them back to Enterprise.

Tell Phlox
I want a complete autopsy.

The major and I
will search the port side.

See if you can access
their ship's database.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

- It's a computer interface.
- See what you can download.

My father would love
to get a look at this place.

He's fascinated by insects,

always filling the house up
with bugs he's collected.

Drives my mother crazy.

Maybe we can bring home
something new for his collection.

[REED CHUCKLES]

It's heavily reinforced.

[HATCH CLOSING]

[HISSING]

It's pressurizing.

Oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere.

After you.

A little stale, but breathable.

Bio-signs, very faint.

Coming from in here.

- Some kind of shuttlecraft?
- More like an assault vehicle.

I'm reading a half dozen
particle cannons, torpedo launchers.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Archer.

TRIP [OVER COM]:
You'd better get over here, sir.

T'POL: The DNA is identical
to the bodies we found.

They would appear to be
the crew's offspring.

A hatchery?

They built this place
to take quite a beating.

Reinforced bulkheads,
backup power systems...

Thirty-one eggs are still viable.

They won't survive for long.
Bio-support's losing power.

- Do you think you can repair it?
- I wouldn't even know where to start.

There's a shuttlecraft in their port bay.
Get it back to the ship.

I want an analysis of their
tactical systems as soon as possible.

Aye, sir.

[WHIRRING]

- ARCHER: Did you find their Bridge?
- I'm not certain there is one.

Their command functions appear
to be distributed through various--

- ARCHER: Unh.
- T'POL: Captain.

- I'm all right.
- We should get you to Sickbay.

Mm. A mild neurotoxin, likely part
of an autonomic defense system.

The egg probably
considered you a threat.

Humans seem to have that effect
on the Xindi.

[PHLOX CHUCKLES]

Eh, an analgesic
should take care of the irritation.

Malcolm's bringing you
two dead Insectoids.

I want you to learn
as much as you can about them.

Understood.

We've located their armory,

found several particle weapons
and torpedo casings.

- What about the data you recovered?
- Ensign Sato's translating it.

We'll be ready to leave orbit
as soon as the Xindi shuttle's aboard.

[BEEPING]

We've cleared the thermosphere.

You might wanna do a better job
securing our guests.

- I think it's safe to assume it's dead.
- Just being cautious.

[GRUNTS]

Certain insects on Earth
are known to hibernate.

- Do you intend to shoot me, major?
- It's not you I'm worried about.

I've been going over the results
from the last training session.

Your senior officers
have shown improvement,

but I think they can do better.

With your permission,

I'd like to schedule some more
target practice for Monday evening.

That won't go over well
with Commander Tucker.

Monday night is movie night.

Maybe he can sacrifice
some leisure time

for the sake of this mission.

The senior officers
do have other duties.

We can't all spend our time playing
holographic games in the armory.

I'm not sure that's
how the captain would see it.

[COM BEEPS]

HOSHI [OVER COM]: Enterprise to
Shuttlepod 2. You're clear to approach.

Acknowledged.
Deploy the docking arm.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Come in.

I think we figured out
what happened to them.

One of their nacelles fractured

while they were coming out
of a subspace vortex.

They probably tried to make
an emergency landing on this planet.

According to Phlox, the Insectoids
we found weren't killed in the crash,

they suffocated?

Most of the crew appear to have died

when they transferred their life support
to the hatchery.

They sacrificed themselves
to save their children.

You said the hatchery's losing
bio-support. How long will it last?

Another day, at most.

I want you to assign a team
to repair it.

- Captain?
- What about Azati Prime?

It's not going anywhere.
This is a sentient species.

We can't abandon them.

Captain, with all due respect,
why the hell not?

I've got half a mind
to take a plasma torch to that place.

What if we found a nursery
filled with 31 infant primates?

Would you wanna torch them?

The Xindi are trying to destroy Earth

because they heard
that humans are ruthless.

This is a chance
to prove them wrong.

We can bring the eggs aboard,
reconfigure one of the cargo bays.

I already talked to Phlox.

He says they're integrated
into the hatchery walls.

If we remove them, they'll die.

Sir, this is crazy.
These people are trying to kill us.

This isn't open for discussion.

I'll lead the engineering team.

I need you up here to help Travis

figure out how to operate
that Xindi shuttle.

- Captain...
- I've made my decision.

Get to work.

ARCHER:
Captain's starlog, January 8th, 2154.

We've been in orbit
for more than a day.

The crew is restless,
eager to resume our mission,

but I'm certain my decision to stay
was the right one.

They may know how to build
a weapon system,

but these people could learn
a thing or two

about designing a comfortable chair.

For an Insectoid,
maybe they are comfortable.

The power grid
doesn't make much sense.

Almost half of it's routed
to structural integrity.

You could probably fly this thing
inside a gas giant.

Assuming you could figure out
how to fly it.

This icon looks like it might represent
the impulse manifolds.

Give it a shot.

[CRACKLING]

I don't think this ship
likes us very much.

REED: You're gonna have to remove
the relays here and here.

That should disable
the security protocols.

We can't initialize the engines
without them.

What about the ship on the surface?

We might be able to salvage
what we need.

Yeah.

Any word on how much longer
he's planning to stay in orbit?

The repairs are moving slow.

I'd be the last to question
the captain's orders,

but doesn't it seem a little odd

that we're staying here
to save a nest of Xindi?

The captain thinks
it's the right thing to do.

We may be at war,
but these creatures need our help.

Meanwhile, their big brothers
are trying to destroy Earth.

Every day we stay here gives them
more time to finish their weapon.

TRIP:
Look.

There's a chance
we'll run into more Insectoids

when we reach that red giant.

Spending an extra day or two studying
their tactical systems might be useful.

PHLOX:
Ah.

Captain, I've, uh, learned quite a bit
about this fascinating fellow.

Perhaps, heh, "fellow"
is the wrong word.

Their species is genderless.

- Then who made all those eggs?
- They reproduce asexually.

Each adult appears capable
of producing multiple egg-sacs.

I wouldn't be surprised if every
Insectoid vessel had its own hatchery.

I'd estimate their life-span is no more
than, uh, ooh, 12 Earth years.

This individual may be one
of the elder members of the crew.

It was nearly 10 years old.

What about the hatchery?
When will the eggs mature?

Without knowing more about their
incubation cycle, it's impossible to say,

but, uh, probably no more
than a week, at most.

Captain, if you don't mind my saying,
you look as if you could use some rest.

We've gotta get the repairs finished.

- Surely a few hours sleep wouldn't--
- Contact me if you find anything else.

- Is there a problem, corporal?
- CHANG: No, ma'am.

- Why are you guarding this chamber?
- Captain's orders.

- Lieutenant Reed's report.
- What?

You requested a tactical analysis
of the Insectoid ship.

Later.

- Are we ready?
- Just a few seconds, captain.

There are two MACOs
posted outside.

I asked Major Hayes to assign them.
These eggs are vulnerable.

There are breaches in the outer hull.

There could be predators around.

Aside from microbes, we found
no evidence of life on this planet.

- Trip.
- We're ready.

Start at 40 megajoules, but keep
an eye on that matrix converter.

[WHIRRING]

Take it up to 50.

[HUMMING]

[WHOOSHING]

Trip?

Shut it down.

[WHOOSHING STOPS]

What happened?

There must have been a surge
in the power grid.

I'll need a few minutes, captain.

Archer to Enterprise.

Medical emergency.

[DOOR OPENS]

There was nothing I could do.
I'm sorry.

ARCHER: How's Hoshi coming
with that translation?

Their iconography is different
from the other Xindi species.

It's taking some time.

When she's done,
ask her to search their database.

See if she can locate anything
about their burial rituals.

Do you plan to hold a funeral?

[COM BEEPS]

TRIP [OVER COM]:
Tucker to Captain Archer.

ARCHER:
Go ahead.

TRIP:
I think I figured out the problem.

Their power grid can't handle
our converters.

It's gonna take at least three days
to make them compatible.

What about their reactor?
Any way to bring it online?

It's possible, but they lost most
of their antimatter in the accident.

Stand by.

Work with Trip.

Help him get their reactor
up and running.

- Sir?
- We're gonna transfer

our antimatter to their ship.
Use as much as you have to.

Our reserves are at less
than 60 percent--

I'm not gonna let
any more of them die.

To get that reactor running,

we're gonna have to use a third
of our antimatter reserves.

Why so much?

Every system on that ship
is integrated.

The only way to bring bio-support back
online is to power up the whole thing.

That's not gonna leave much
antimatter for our torpedoes,

- never mind our engines.
- Did you inform the captain?

I wanted to run it by both of you first.

I never imagined Captain Archer
would put the welfare of a few Xindi

before his own people.

Do you know he's spent nearly
two days in that hatchery?

From what I'm told, he hasn't stopped
working long enough to even sleep.

- Delay the transfer for now.
- The captain gave us an order.

I'll speak with him.

Where's Trip?

- Did you bring the antimatter?
- No.

What's the problem?

Initializing their reactor
will deplete our reserves by one-third.

We can spare it.

We're only a few light years
from the red giant.

We'll still have more
than enough fuel to get there.

We don't know for certain
if the weapon is in that system.

There are lives at risk here.

Billions of lives are at risk on Earth
if our mission fails.

I'm well aware of that.

These Xindi are innocent.

If we let them die,
we'll be proving to the others

that they're right about us.

I don't know much about
Vulcan ethics,

but humans don't throw morality
out the window

when things start getting rough.

Commander Tucker
and Lieutenant Reed also believe

that this would compromise
our mission.

Your opinions have been noted.

Now get back to Enterprise
and start the antimatter transfer.

I'm sorry, captain,
I can't obey that order.

You may not be wearing a uniform,

but you can still be charged
with insubordination.

Perhaps we should contact Starfleet
and discuss this with Admiral Forrest.

You're relieved as first officer.

Major, escort T'Pol back to the ship
and confine her to her quarters.

- HAYES: Sir?
- ARCHER: I gave you an order.

Ma'am...

[SIGHS]

[DOOR CHIMES]

Come in.

The first shuttlepod's on its way.

How long will it take
to transfer the antimatter?

Using both shuttlepods,
about four or five hours.

I didn't realize how badly
I needed a shower. Heh.

I've been spending too much time
in that hatchery.

If you're looking for a new first officer,
you should consider Malcolm.

You're gonna want someone
on the Bridge full-time,

I'm a little busy at the moment.

I'm happy with the command
structure the way it is.

This is only temporary.
T'Pol just needed a slap on the wrist.

She's questioned your orders
lots of times,

but you've never
locked her up before.

You have to admit,
it's a little out of the ordinary.

These aren't ordinary circumstances.

T'Pol refused a direct order
in front of the crew.

I can't have senior officers
behaving like that,

especially on a mission
this important.

Maybe you ought to confine me
to quarters too, sir.

Because I'm still not sure
we're doing the right thing here.

If the roles were reversed,

I can't imagine these Xindi
would do the same for us.

My great-grandfather
was in North Africa

during the Eugenics Wars.

His battalion was evacuating
civilians from a war zone

when they came under attack.

There was a school full of children
directly between them and the enemy.

If his men had returned fire,
they might have hit it.

So he called the commander
on the other side,

got him to agree to hold his fire
long enough to evacuate the school.

There are rules, Trip, even in war.

We have to help these children.

This is what you wanted to show me?
A battle simulation?

Scenarios like this can tell us a lot
about the enemy's tactical capabilities,

much more than we'd learn
from a standard analysis.

I asked you to look for weaknesses
in their shields,

not to play more games.

This isn't exactly a game, lieutenant.

The simulation found
that they're vulnerable here.

They've got minimal shielding
around their impulse manifolds.

A pair of torpedoes should be enough
to take out the engines.

Those manifolds are pretty narrow,

but our targeting scanners
should be able to get a lock.

- Nice work.
- Thank you, sir.

I apologize.

I overreacted.

A lot of the crew's on edge lately.

They certainly are.

I heard things got pretty ugly
down there.

It's not every day
I'm asked to confine a senior officer.

I can't say I disagree
with the captain's decision.

If one of my men disobeyed orders,
I'd throw him in the stockade.

Ah.

Well, I've gotta get back
to the Bridge.

Let me know if your simulation
finds anything else.

I need to see T'Pol.

She's not supposed
to have any visitors.

This isn't a social call. I'm here
for my neuro-pressure treatment.

Doctor's orders.

You don't want me to bring Phlox
down here, do you?

- What's our status?
- The antimatter's on its way.

I had a talk with him.
Everything's gonna be all right.

This whole thing will blow over
in a day or two.

Our antimatter supply
will be depleted by then.

The captain's behavior
is becoming increasingly illogical,

even for a human.

He's preoccupied with the hatchery,
he's displaying signs of paranoia.

I think you're overstating things
just a little.

You can't allow him
to use our antimatter.

What do you suggest I do,
start a mutiny?

You have to speak with Phlox.

Ask him to run a full exam
on the captain.

What good would that do?

If the doctor
can find something wrong,

we may have medical grounds
to relieve him of command.

Relieve him?

Look, I know you're upset
about what happened,

but I think you're taking
this personally.

How long before
the reactor's brought online?

Assuming Hoshi can translate
the interface, about 12 hours.

You have to delay it until we can verify
the captain's mental state.

If he finds out what we're doing,
we'll both end up in the brig.

You're asking me to betray him.

You can't allow your personal feelings
for the captain to affect your decision.

We both know he's endangering
this ship and our mission.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

- What is it?
- A subspace vortex

is opening off the port bow.

Tactical alert.

Captain Archer, report to the Bridge.

It's an Insectoid,
three bio-signs aboard.

They're firing.

- They're moving away at full impulse.
- Pursuit course.

Arm phase cannons,
disable their engines.

No effect.

Their main deflector's charging.
They could be trying to open a vortex.

Torpedoes, maximum yield.
Target their impulse manifolds.

- CREWMAN: Ready.
- Fire.

- What the hell's going on?
- REED: An Insectoid ship, sir.

You destroyed them?

REED: They were opening a vortex.
They would have escaped.

The crew might have been able
to take care of the hatchery.

Sir?

We could have kept our antimatter
and continued the mission.

They would have told their superiors,
sir, given away our position.

If you'd explained to them
why we were here,

you might have avoided a firefight.

With all due respect, sir, they didn't
seem particularly interested in talking.

Archer to Major Hayes.

HAYES [OVER COM]:
Go ahead, captain.

ARCHER: Report to my
Ready Room on the double.

HAYES:
Aye, sir.

I'm relieving you as tactical officer.

From now on,
you'll report to Major Hayes.

I did what was necessary
to protect this ship and its mission.

You'll be confined to quarters
until further notice.

- Captain--
- Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

ARCHER:
Are you done with that translation?

- Almost.
- I want you to put together

a distress call
in the Insectoid language.

Transmit it on all frequencies
as soon as you're ready.

Understood.

There's nothing more important
than the success of this mission.

- Do you agree, major?
- Of course, sir.

My senior officers don't seem to
understand what I'm trying to do here.

I guess I have myself to blame.

In the past,

I've encouraged them to ask questions,
but we don't have time for that now.

I need officers who respect
the chain of command

and can follow orders.

It won't be a problem, sir.

I thought what happened with T'Pol
might have been an isolated incident,

but I'm not so sure now.

Lieutenant Reed destroyed a ship
that could have helped us.

I'm starting to wonder if he deliberately
tried to sabotage this mission.

You're in command
while I'm on the surface.

You answer to me and me alone.
Is that understood, major?

- Perfectly, sir.
- That'll be all.

- Can we talk to you for a minute, sir?
- What is it?

I'd like you to go to Sickbay
with Phlox.

Do I look sick to you?

Hoshi says you ordered her
to transmit a distress call.

Unh. That's right.

Don't you think
that's a little dangerous?

We'll be light years from here
before the Xindi respond to it.

We don't know how far away
their ships are.

If we send that message,
we'll be taking a hell of a risk.

We can't afford
to play it safe anymore.

This mission's too important.

This mission is to save Earth,
not an alien hatchery.

Captain, you haven't eaten
or slept in almost two days.

You've shown signs
of obsessional behavior and paranoia.

If it'll make the two of you feel better,

I'll go to Sickbay
for a complete physical...

...as soon as that reactor's online.

That's not good enough, sir.

Phlox has the authority
to order you to Sickbay.

T'Pol's manipulating you, isn't she?

If I'm declared unfit for duty
then she takes over.

If you won't come with me,

I'll be required
under Starfleet Order 104, Section C

to relieve you of command.

I expected something like this
from her...

...but not from the two of you.

Corporal.

I've already confined
two senior officers today.

PHLOX:
His neurochemistry appears normal.

- There's nothing wrong with him?
- This scan is hardly conclusive.

I'll need to get him
in the imaging chamber

and run a complete
neurological series.

When Hoshi sends that distress call,

every Xindi ship that picks it up
will start heading this way.

[SIGHS]

He's got Hayes on the Bridge,
MACOs posted all over the ship.

Whatever we do,
we're gonna have to do it fast.

What are you proposing,
commander?

I think it's time we throw
the rule book out the window.

[HUMMING]

Captain.

- I'm sorry, sir, no visitors.
- You let me in before.

I have new orders from Major Hayes.

Look, T'Pol was a little rough
with me during the last session.

I think she caused
some nerve damage.

CHANG: You'll have to speak
with the major, sir.

This is a Starfleet ship. I don't have
to ask Major Hayes for anything.

- Step away, sir.
- TRIP: Oh!

REED:
Stand down, corporal.

The captain gave Hayes control of the
Bridge, posted MACOs on every deck.

- Is he still on the surface?
- Yeah.

Retrieving him and the antimatter
should be the priority.

I'd advise securing the Bridge first.

If Hayes gets wind of this, we could
have a firefight on our hands.

Perhaps we should approach
the major and explain the situation.

- He seems like a reasonable man.
- That'd be risky.

If Hayes sides with the captain,
this mutiny will be over before it begins.

We'll need more people.

- Who's on duty in the Armory?
- Ensign Walsh and two of my men.

They'll side with us,
but Hayes posted two MACO there.

Take the shuttlepod back
to Enterprise.

- What about you, sir?
- You heard me.

- TRIP: Hold it.
- Sorry.

[GRUNTS]

That's gonna leave a bruise.

- All right. You're with me.
- CREWMAN: Yes, sir.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[IN HUSHED VOICE] Well,
we won't get to the Bridge this way.

[DOOR OPENS]

[WHINING]

[MEN YELL]

Captain!

[CHITTERING]

Captain, it's Trip!

ARCHER:
You shouldn't have weapons in here.

[COM BEEPS]

HAYES:
Go ahead.

MACO [OVER COM]:
Major,

Corporal Chang's been found
unconscious in T'Pol's quarters.

- Where's T'Pol?
- MACO: Not here, sir.

Hayes to the Armory.

Armory, respond.

[DOOR OPENS]

Stand down!

You intend to shoot me, lieutenant?

- Tell them to stand down.
- The captain relieved you of duty.

Both of you.

We don't want anyone injured.
Put down your weapons.

Until the captain says otherwise,
I give the orders on this Bridge.

- Go back to the ship.
- You have to come with us.

Captain!

[CHITTERING]

Shh. It's all right.

- Contact the captain.
- Belay that.

I gave you a direct order, ensign.

I'm sorry, major.

[GRUNTING]

It's over, major.

- Take him to his quarters.
- MAYWEATHER: Aye, sir.

[COM BEEPS]

- It's Commander Tucker.
- Put him through.

Go ahead.

TRIP [OVER COM]:
We've got the captain.

- What's going on up there?
- The Bridge is secure.

Tell Phlox to get
the imaging chamber ready.

We've got a patient for him.

T'POL: Acting captain's starlog,
supplemental.

We've resumed our course
for Azati Prime.

Major Hayes and his men have
been temporarily relieved of duty.

Dr. Phlox believes he has found an
explanation for the captain's behavior.

- Where is he?
- In his quarters, resting.

Do, uh, you recall when the captain
was attacked by one of the eggs?

- It sprayed something in his face.
- PHLOX: Hmm.

And I thought it was a defense reflex.

But it was actually something
far more sophisticated.

The substance contained
a unique, uh, neurochemical.

It infiltrated the captain's
synaptic pathways,

causing him to, uh, reverse imprint
on the baby Insectoids.

It's the opposite of what happens

when a young animal bonds
with its mother.

Are you saying he thought
he was the mother of those things?

Well, more likely a caretaker.

Of course, the captain
didn't realize this on a conscious level.

Eventually, he became obsessed
with protecting the eggs

to the exclusion of everything else.

Including our mission.

I'd like to speak with him,
if you don't mind.

He'll be awake in a few hours.
He should be fully recovered by then.

I want you and your men
to return to duty.

Yes, ma'am.

Not the sort of thing
they trained us for at West Point.

I imagine not.

You could have come to me,
explained the situation.

We couldn't take the chance
that you'd side with the captain.

- I probably would have.
- Yeah.

[DOOR CHIMES]

Come in.

- I didn't mean to wake you, sir.
- It's all right, I was getting up anyway.

- How are you feeling?
- Oh, I've been better.

You sure you had that pistol
set to stun?

Captain...

I hope you understand
if there'd been any other way...

You were protecting
our mission, Trip.

I would have done the same thing.

Still, I never thought I'd find myself
pointing a weapon at you,

no matter what the circumstances.

- Let's put this behind us, okay?
- Yes, sir.

What's our status?

We just recovered the last
of our antimatter reserves.

The hatchlings?

Phlox says there's 19 of them
running around down there.

Chances are they'll survive
until the next Xindi ship comes along.

It's time we got back on the road.

I want you at your post.

We're gonna be pushing
the engines pretty hard.

I'll be on the Bridge.

Aren't you supposed
to get some rest?

I've had plenty.

I'm sorry, sir,
but the doctor was insistent.

Okay.

I guess I don't want
another mutiny on my hands.

Tell Travis to set a course
for Azati Prime, maximum warp.

Right away, sir.

[SIGHS]