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The "Protostar"
is refusing our hails

from within the Neutral Zone.

We can't go in,
they won't come out.

Whatever trouble they're in,
they've locked us out.

This piece, it's beautiful.

Chopin's "Prelude No. 4"

His work always helps me
bide the time.

It worries me. These thieves
evaded the Tal Shiar,

not to mention
our Federation starship.

Save for my brief encounter,

we still have no idea
who we're dealing with.

That's not quite true.
Not anymore.

Communications identified

a non-Federation
subspace transmission.

It's a bounty seeking
"The Unwanted."

Look familiar?
- Dal R'El, Jankom Pog,

Rok-Tahk--

So we finally have names
to faces.

But why won't they
answer our hails?

Until then,
we bide our time.

Ah, ah, ah!

No, no!

Easy, easy!

We're trying to fix
the auxiliary warp drive,

not destroy it.

- I don't fix things.
- That's your job.

With the Admiral
watching our every move,

it's everyone's job.

If we can't start charging
for our next Proto-Jump,

we'll never be able
to leave the Neutral Zone.

No need to blame others now.

We're all in this mess together.

Don't take it personal.

He's still sensitive
about the augment-thing.

The "augment-thing"?

Forgive me if I need
more than a day

to come to terms with being
a failed genetic experiment.

Not that any of you care.

Uhh, you're not the only one
on the ship with a sob story.

Well, who can top that?

Is your father
hunting you down?

So maybe Gwyn has me beat.

I wouldn't be so sure.

We each have things
in our past

we wish to forget.

Some more than others.

Hey, why would you
read my mind?

- Because I care.
- You know what?

We could use a break.

So, tell us, kid, how did you
wind up on Tars Lamora?

Oh.
You don't wanna hear that.

Come on,
of course we do, kid.

- Come on, Rok.
- Do tell.

You can tell us.

They called me The Monster.

Ah, ah!

Every hero
needs something to fight,

and people came
from all over to watch...

that hero fight me.

Mm-mm!

I tried to scare
the hero.

But heroes

aren't scared easily.

- Yah! Ah-ha!
- And the crowd couldn't wait

to see the hero win.

At first,
doing the show wasn't so bad.

It was actually kinda fun.

After every fight, I had
a bowl full of Nutri-goop.

And good company.

I even got to play
with his sword.

It was just the hero and me.

We didn't share a language.

Just a word here or there.

But we could still
tell a story.

Yah!

We loved seeing
how happy we made the fans.

But the fans weren't happy

to see me,
and suddenly,

it wasn't fun anymore.

I thought it was just pretend,

but maybe I am the monster.

Ahh!

One day,
I just had enough.

Ahh!

But then...

something funny happened.

Hm! Uh!

Ahh! Ha ha!

Ohh!

Ahh!

Whoa!

Oh, oh!

Ohh!

Oh!

For the first time,

I was a hero.

After the fight, I didn't get
a bowl full of goop...

only half.

And my good company,
well, he was sad...

'cause he knew people
didn't come from all around

to see a monster
be a hero.

And that's when
they hauled me off.

Don't feel bad.

If it didn't happen,
I wouldn't have met you.

That's why
you don't like fighting.

It helps to talk about it.

Perhaps we should
get back to work.

The ship isn't going
to fix itself.

Whoa!

We're in the Neutral Zone.
The ship can wait.

You, on the other hand,
need some attention.

Jankom will handle it.
be done in a jiff.

So you can read their minds,

but what about yours?
- Yeah.

How di a Medusan end up
in the Delta Quadrant?

I wasn't always in this
containment suit.

I remember how
I used to be so free.

And we never had to speak.

We just were.

Curious minds
who'd left their home world

long, long ago
to explore.

Yah!

I'm so sorry.

Zero, I had no idea.

I thought my daughter and I
were the only Vau N'Akat left.

You don't remember
what they did?

The Medusan
shattered his mind.

Who? Starfleet?

They saved me.

They destroyed our world.

Help me.
Help me remember.

If you can believe it,

there was once a time
we were the same age.

You were entice
by Starfleet's lies

of bold new worlds,

but a great many were wary
of their promises

Why would we join
a primitive allegiance

when it was them
who stood the most to gain?

Years of infighting
rotted our decency,

replacing it with fear,
anger, violence, civil war.

The Federation refused
to choose a side,

abandoned us to face decades
of our own self-annihilation.

Hope of Solum was dead.

Until decades later,
the sky tore open

and hope returned.

I remember seeing
the "Protostar" arrive

through the wormhole
with my own eyes.

They called it an accident,

but we knew it was fate.

They had no idea how starved
we were for retribution.

Mayday! Mayday!

We're lost somewhere
in the Delta Quadrant.

The "Protostar's" sustained
heavy damage

after passing through
a temporal anomaly.

Ah!

We took them prisoner.

Ah!

And weaponized their ship

with our last surviving Construct

to be sent back in time
to destroy Starfleet

before they could ever
make First Contact.

But on the eve of our launch,

the Starfleet prisoners escaped.

Unable to board

or deactivate the weapon,
they had one last resort...

They sent the "Protostar"

back into the time anomaly
it came from,

without a crew to guide it.

Without us.

Our salvation
lost in the past.

We had no way to track
where or when it landed.

Any chance of saving Solum
was gone.

But it couldn't be!

We wouldn't allow it!

Which is why we formed
The Order.

Our greatest minds
said the odds of finding it

were 1% at best.

So we sent a hundred ships
to spite the odds.

Yes! Each of us took
the last of our fleet,

one ship, one Drednok.

It was desperate,
but all we had.

We gave up our lives,
our futures,

our identities
to protect Solum.

Lone soldiers
with singular purpose.

You became The Diviner,
and I--

The Vindicator.

Few survived
as the wormhole collapsed.

Ah!

None of us knew when or where

we would end up.

Yet, we arrived here,
in the Alpha Quadrant

three years ago.

And that's why
you haven't aged.

I infiltrated our enemies.

Hitched a ride
with the only person

just as determined to find it
as I was.

Imagine my surprise when we
found you alone on Tars Lamora.

I spent 20 years searching.

I thought I wasn't going
to live long enough to see it.

So you defied The Order
and made a progeny.

You had to ensure
the mission was completed.

But tell me,
why did she betray us?

She met a boy

Ha! I fixed it!

I think you mean
we fixed it.

It's called being a part
of a team, Captain.

Would you look at that.
The Proto-Core is responding,

and it looks like the systems
need to reboot

before it'll start to charge.
- Ugh!

How long will that take?

Hey, the holodeck
is back up and running.

Maybe the team could kill
some time while we wait.

Actually, I prefer to hear
more of your stories.

We never heard from you, Jankom.

You are the most miserable
of the lot.

I bet you have
an interesting story.

Oh, he has
an especially good one.

Would you like
to tell my story,

or should Jankom?

Fine. So, you'd expect
being a noble Tellarite,

Jankom had a royal upbringing.

But it was a royal pain.

Pre-Federation on Tellar Prime,

the orphans were enlisted
for deep space missions.

Lemme tell you, waking up
in a cryo-sleep chamber

ain't no picnic.

Warning, warning, warning.

Huh? Huh.

Ah. What's the deal?

Why'd I wake up so early?

I am the M-M-Miner Transport
Emergency Assistant.

- Uhh--
- Please state

your full name and query.
- Ugh.

I said, why'd I wake up?

Do not compute.

Please state your full name
and query.

Ahh!
My name is Jankom Pog.

Ugh!
Turn my cryopod back on.

I gotta go back to sleep.
- Request denied.

Emergency in progress.

Then wake the engineer.
I'm only a trainee.

Do not compute.
State your--

Jankom Pog would like you
to wake up a real engineer.

- Request denied.
- Gah!

- Emergency in progress.
- Okay, okay.

I can fix it.

Huh. What do ya know?

Percussive maintenance.

I did it again.

Oh, boy.

Oops. Air flow
in the engine room obstructed.

Ugh, I can fix it.

Please state your full name
and--

No, no, no.

Ahh, Jankom Pog!
Jankom Pog can fix it.

Ahh.

Oops. Fire suppression system failing.

Ah. Ahh!

Jankom Pog can fix it.

Oops.
Arboretum needs attention.

Whoa! Ahh! Oh! Oh!

Jankom Pog can fix it!
- Oops. Electrical problems.

J-J-Jankom Pog

can f-f-fix it!
- Oops. Toilet blockage.

Ugh, Jankom Pog's
not fixing that.

Jankom Pog can't fix it.

Oops. Insufficient power.

Ahh, Jankom Pog!
Jankom Pog can fix it.

- Oops. Cracked warp core.
- Ohh! Jankom Pog can--

- Oops. Oops.
- Jankom Pog can fix it!

All systems now optimal.

So, uh, Jankom Pog is done?

Yes, Jankom.
Now you can rest.

Ohh.

Ohh. Ha.

Huh--

Oops.
Oxygen levels depleting.

What?
No, no, no, no!

You said Jankom Pog could rest!

That's not rest.
You liar!

Your excess exertion means
there is not enough air left

for the 30 life signs aboard
to reach their destination.

Uh, what if there were 29?

Goodbye, Jankom Pog.

You made for
an excellent engineer.

Thank you, Boxy.

And when the others wake up
and ask who saved them,

speak my name.

Let them shout it
from the stars.

Please state
your full name and--

What? Are you kidding me?

It's me, Jankom Pog--
Aww, you know what?

Forget it.
Jankom Pog is outta here.

Jankom Pog fixed it.

So--
there Jankom was,

drifting endlessly,
stinking up my pod, and then--

Caught by a Kazon.
- All those Tellarites,

and they'll never know
your noble act.

Royalty, if you ask me.

- Aww!
- Ah!

All your stories,
everything you shared,

I guess we all have a past.

And together,
a brighter future.

We never asked Murf.

Got anything you wanna share?

Well done, crew.

The "Protostar" is prepped
and primed to charge.

Whew, already?

Feels like we've been
talking the whole time.

Give it a whirl, kid.

Nothing ventured,
nothing gained.

Ehh?

Finally, it's working!

Now, as soon as
it's fully loaded,

we can blast outta here.

A ship is only as good
as its crew.

What about you, Janeway?

What about me?

What was Janeway like--
eh, before she was a hologram?

Yeah! We'd love to know.

Well, now, have I ever
told you about Mollie?

Who's Mollie?

She was the runt
of the litter.

Sounds like Jankom.

Hang on!

Kidnapped, sold, traded--

They're not criminals,
they're just some kids

who found themselves
way over their heads.

Perhaps it's not them
we should be after.

But who put this bounty out?

The Diviner?

A serious name
for what I presume

is a serious individual.

Perhaps it's serious enough
to jog our guest's memory.

Where is he?

Hmm, scans show he's with
Ensign Asencia in her quarters.

Thank you, Commander.
You have the bridge.

It's time we get
to the bottom of this.

Security,
dig up anything you can

about an individual named
The Diviner.

Alert me of any findings.

What is this?

What are you doing?

Ensuring the mission.