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Captain's log started 6202 .1. After encountering Friendship 3, an

probe launched from Earth 170 years ago, the Enterprise computer has been

infested with a pathogen of unknown origin.

Confirmed, Captain. Whatever has infiltrated the main computer is of a

technology far superior to the archaic design of Friendship 3.

You've got to pull the plug on the thing, Spock. Get it isolated.

Lieutenant, contact Starfleet Command. From Kirk, commanding Enterprise.

Unknown entity has infiltrated ship's computer after encountering old Earth

space probe Friendship 3.

All ships are to avoid sector... Sierra 047.

Sierra 047.

Steps need to be taken to isolate and, if necessary, destroy the probe.

Right away.

Firewall proving ineffective. It is migrating from the communications system

my library computer. Computer off. Not responding.

Controls have been overridden. Spreading like a virus through my systems now,

Captain. Entering specs, diagrams, proportion manuals. Still works.

Alert computer core. Tell them to shut down all non -essential systems.

Unlikely a virus, Captain. I am seeing indication of a high level of

intelligence from them.

Yeah. I am reading hundreds of thousands of microscopic objects.

Easily outmaneuvering our computer defense systems and counteracting every

attempt at blocking their progress.

Now accessing Federation capabilities.

Starfleet defense data.

Earth history.

Activate lockdown solution.

Your assistance is needed, Mr. Scott.

Jim, since you weren't in my exam room for your appointment 30 minutes ago, I

thought a house call was in order. Not now.

Even your first officer kept his appointment. We all know how he feels

beads and rattles. We'll talk about this later, Doctor. If we dampen the

duotronic feet, I'm stubborn at the source.

What places do you think it is?

Intelligence.

Getting more intelligent by the minute.

Pops!

Here, Jim.

All right, boys! Keep it up, boys! Keep it up! Let's go!

Let's be a wave of... Let's go!

Faith.

The Final Frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission. To explore strange new worlds.

To seek out new life and new civilizations.

To boldly go where no man has gone before.

My God, Jim. Where are we? More like when are we?

Mid -1800s. Union. Confederacy.

Uniforms. American Civil War.

Apparently we're not on the same side. But how? One minute we're on the bridge

and the next we're... What do you think we're dealing with?

Parallel planet?

Illusion? Time portal?

There's no telling until we figure out how to get home.

We must assume it's real.

And if we are in Earth's history...

We know the rift.

We can't do anything to upset the balance that needs to come.

The further we are from the fighting, the safer we'll be.

Has the pathogen been identified?

Not yet.

There was a transfer of some sort after the explosion took place.

I have them in a partial stasis field. They mustn't be touched until we know

what we're dealing with.

The intruders have absorbed data from various systems at an accelerated rate.

We are attempting to isolate them before they can advance further.

Whatever it is, it seems to be moving through their bodies in the same manner.

I'm using antibodies to prevent more trauma, tranquilizers to slow their

metabolisms, but... It's on the march.

We can't stop it, only delay it.

How long?

A day, maybe two.

When these things reach the autonomic systems, lungs, heart... Understood.

Please inform me of any changes, Doctor.

I didn't want to say anything, Jim, but...

It appears I outrank you.

Too bad we've got to stay hidden. Otherwise, I could have some fun with

Corporal. Well, you're a southern gentleman, Doctor. I would expect at

modicum of leniency.

Halt!

Look at what we have here, boys.

Fancy red sergeant.

Yeah.

Thought he could escape by running into the woods, but I tracked the old reb

down.

You don't have to worry about him.

My prisoner is taking him back to camp.

You always let your prisoners keep their weapons, Corporal?

Watch him, boys. He may be secesh in Union blue.

So you're fancy pants.

Red Sergeant, huh?

Bet you know what your buddies are planning for tomorrow.

Hmm?

Hmm? See?

Answer me.

Hmm? You know how many soldiers they're bringing in the morning?

Answer me!

How many behind the front?

Huh?

How about artillery?

You know anything about that?

You tongue -tied?

Answer me!

This man's a doctor.

I was taking him back to camp because he could help our wounded. This man's

going to be one of them wounded.

If you don't learn to start... He's my prisoner!

You lay one more hand on him, Sergeant. I'll make sure your superiors know how

you treated a valuable prize.

Who are you?

Kirk.

James.

10th Pennsylvania Reserves.

That's right.

I thought you was a lieutenant colonel.

It's just damn good to have you here with us.

We'll be a big one tomorrow.

We need all the help we can get.

Get him up, boys, and move out.

Sniper!

I can help this man. This doctor knows new ways

to heal. What new ways? We don't trust no damn confederate. You'll trust this

confederate or your sergeant dies.

Someone have a medical kit?

Do what you can for him, doctor.

I'm going to check on that other man.

One of your men.

Go dig a grave for that man.

That's a red sniper.

He's a boy.

Not much older than some of you, fighting for what he believes in, just

are.

So much for hiding out.

You okay?

I've been better.

Nothing compared to him.

Please tell me you can help him. With these?

Out here?

I'm a surgeon, not a butcher. Good.

Because he needs a surgeon.

Jim, what if this man is supposed to die?

Or what if he isn't? And just by us being here, we've changed all that. He

not have gotten shot in the first place if it hadn't been for us.

What does the doctor in you say?

Somebody have a knife!

Put pressure on the wound right here.

That's about all I can do.

I need a field hospital. You do have a field hospital.

Yeah.

That's a messy business.

Nothing to be ashamed about.

I must have ate something that didn't agree with me.

What's your name, son?

Billy. Billy Palmer, sir.

Keep your eyes peeled, Billy Palmer.

Sir.

Stand by, Mr. Scott.

Aye, sir.

Cut power to computer systems.

Now.

Intruders migrating from computer core to duotronic backup tapes.

You were right, Commander.

A new source of information was too tempting for them to ignore.

How much time until the data is fully assimilated from the duotronic tapes?

Twenty -six seconds.

We're going to eliminate it before it jumps to the next information source.

We've got to act now.

Mr. Chekov, prepare to jettison the backup storage assembly.

Aye, sir.

Charge phaser banks.

Aye, sir.

We've got computer control.

Targeting is going to be a little tricky.

They're speeding up, Mr. Spock. It's now or never.

Eject microtapes.

Storage assembly relief.

0 .7 kilometers.

0 .9.

1 .1. Fire.

Report, Mr. Scott.

It works, sir. The bombings are gone. The ship is safe.

Who tended to this man?

Says he's a doctor, sir.

From the job he did, I'm inclined to believe it.

I tend to be a bit colorblind when it comes to uniforms these days.

I haven't slept in over 48 hours.

And I could use an extra set of hands, especially come morning.

What do you say, Doc?

Do I have to work with these still on?

You can take those bracelets off now.

But he's a prisoner, sir. He's a physician.

Take them off. If you're so concerned, you can stand guard and watch over them.

This place is going to be a slaughterhouse tomorrow.

You asked for me, Commander?

It is reasonable to assume that the crew is concerned about the condition of the

captain and the doctor.

Since I do not share this type of emotional vulnerability, I would like

counseling services to be available throughout the duration of this ordeal.

That is a very thoughtful observation, Mr. Spock. I'll make sure and let the

crew know I'm available to anyone at any time.

Thank you, Doctor.

Anyone.

Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

At the moment, they're both stable, but I've noticed something interesting, but

I'm not sure what it means.

Please, explain, Doctor.

Although their motor skills aren't active, they're neurological activities

unprecedented level for patients in comas.

Curious. But that's not the most interesting part.

The activity spikes at the exact same time in both men, as if they're linked,

consciously, reacting to the same stimuli they... Exactly.

Thank you, Doctor. Please continue to report any observations.

Spock out.

Ensign, when the Captain activated the cutoff switch, the intruder was

Earth history.

Might you be able to... Determine the point in history at which the cutoff

occurred? That's a pretty tall order, Commander.

I have complete confidence that you will be successful, Mr. Chekov.

For every rebel I kill tomorrow, I'm going to put a notch in my belt.

And how many notches you got so far?

I never understand why we're doing so much killing and dying just to set some

slaves free.

This war isn't just about freeing some people.

It's about freedom for everyone. It's what this country was built on.

It's not supposed to mean I'm free, he's free, you're free.

Not freedom for all.

We're all slaves.

Doesn't matter whether you're black, white, green.

Green?

Figuratively, of course.

Meaning anyone.

Even those we might not have met yet.

Thought it made sense to me when I joined up, but... Don't no more.

After all I've seen.

There are many kinds of oppression.

Like being oppressed by a society that stifles purpose.

Without purpose, none of you are truly free men.

You want to talk about purpose?

I got a family back home.

The days are getting shorter and I should be getting my farm ready for

I got two young 'uns.

My oldest girl's expecting.

She's about to bring a life into this world.

And here I am, hundreds of miles away, taking a mouth.

Those young 'uns of yours?

Be better off for your service here.

How so, if their pappy winds up shot dead?

What we say here will soon be forgotten.

But what you do here will be remembered.

Those men across the battlefield tomorrow, they were your brothers once.

And when this is settled, they will be again.

What you do here will ripple throughout history.

And it will pave the way for all men to be united.

He's from the stars.

You got some kind of crystal ball.

How could you possibly know that?

I just know.

I heard there was some coffee out here.

This coffee's for Union soldiers.

He deserves some. He saved my sergeant's life.

Have some coffee, Doctor.

You should probably get some sleep too, Billy. Tomorrow's a big day.

It's like a living hell in there.

Hacking off limbs.

Sewing up wounds with nothing more than a swig of whiskey to help fight the

pain.

My worst dreams, I never imagined such things.

It's my fault you're here.

I just would have come for that physical. You wouldn't have been on the

Well, Jim, there'd be only one thing worse than being here with you.

You being here all by yourself.

Can't have that now.

The time Spock talked about how barbaric the human race was.

You think she's still up there?

She's up there.

Spock has the finest crew in the fleet.

I know they're doing everything they can.

I should be there with them.

So should I.

God knows what I've done helping men who might have been supposed to die.

Jim.

Jamar, you're expected to go out there and fight.

What are you going to do?

I heard you talking to those boys, and I know you.

But this isn't your fight.

The grip doctor has needed.

They're going to have to kill you.

You know you can't do that.

When I get back, me and my girl are going to get married. My girl Elizabeth

promised me a feast of turkey, cornbread, and peach cobbler. I've been

about her every night.

Why wouldn't you want to marry a woman like that? Kind of her husband might not

like it.

Anyone waiting at home for you, Billy?

Just my mom, sir.

They got me a dog.

Maybe you can marry your dog, Palmerton.

Pay no attention to him.

I'm scared, sir.

It takes a brave man to admit that.

Thank you, sir.

But I don't feel so brave.

Stay close to me.

You'll make it through.

We both will.

John!

Billy!

Billy!

Billy!

Sir,

I think I got it.

According to the computer, the intruders were consuming data from Earth Year

1862 when the board flared up. On screen.

The Battle of Antietam Creek, Sharpsburg, Maryland, September 17,

One of the bloodiest days in American history.

The dead... Wounded and missing totaled more than 22 ,000. And Dr. Mabenga

believes the Captain and McCoy are somehow networked into the same

imagery.

You're guessing that's where they think they are?

I endeavor not to employ guesses, Lieutenant, but that would be the most

theory.

Okay, you're good.

My God, Jim!

I need alcohol to clean the wound.

We're running out of every damn thing in this place.

What? Jim, the wound is deep.

The bone is shattered. The tissue damage is severe.

Fire on the ship, Michael. We're not.

We're not.

We're here.

What can you do here?

We're going to have to amputate below the knee.

Hold his shoulders. Hold the leg.

Forgive me, Jim.

Commander.

I was able to isolate one of the pathogens and remove it.

They're not so much viruses as some sort of nanites.

Microscopic computers.

They network together.

That's why Dr. McCoy and the captain are experiencing the exact same images in

their subconscious mind.

Doctor, brain impulses are spiking in both the captain and Dr. McCoy.

The captain seems to be in some sort of distress.

Captain's late.

It's time.

I keep thinking that maybe this isn't real.

You did what you had to do.

I think a bullet might have grazed his head. Nothing serious.

He's not wounded?

Not physically, no.

Most likely a case of shell shock or a case of the nerves.

Can't say that I blame him.

Doctor, you're needed.

Jim, I... You did good, Bones.

Go save some more lives.

How they doing, Doctor?

We're out of time.

Mr. Scott, I believe I have a theory.

Dr. Mambenga, is it possible for you to temporarily shut down the Captain and

Doctor's brain functions?

For a very limited time, yes.

Why?

Perhaps if the nanites believe their food sources have run out, they will

relocate to a new receptor.

Aye, get rid of rats by laying a trail of food. Like we did with the Enterprise

computer. Precisely. We starved them.

And then we lead them to a fresh information store.

It may not be so easy this time, Mr. Spock.

They've been feeding off of a biological host.

They may not be interested in an inorganic source.

The ideal lure would be something cybernetic.

Both biological and mechanical.

I haven't anything like that, Commander.

A prosthetic limb.

There's a crew member whose arm is biomechanical.

Of course, only the medical staff knows... The captain and doctor's lives

stake. His name, please.

Billy.

What happened?

You were wrong, sir.

About what?

About me?

That I could be brave.

When the sergeant got hit, I ran.

Men falling all around me.

I got scared.

Turned and ran smack into a tree.

Everything you said that night, I wanted to believe that maybe there really was

something more to this fighting.

You made it sound like something that would have made my ma proud.

Even if I didn't come home.

Without freedom for everyone, we're all slaves.

Without purpose, none of you are truly free men.

But when the time came, you couldn't shoot anyone.

And I couldn't either.

I couldn't because I... I don't belong here.

Can't tell you why, you wouldn't understand, but... My freedom was taken

well.

My freedom and now my... It isn't my

fight, Billy, but it is yours.

If you allow any man's freedom to be taken away, they could come for your...

Then your ma's, your family, your friends.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I'm not supposed to be here, but you are.

You have a purpose, Billy.

Something worth fighting for.

Something to stand for.

You'll start bleeding again. Give me some of that morphine they brought in.

I see you're awake.

You ready to give up that bed for another man? There's plenty who could

Lieutenant Drake.

I'm sure you're aware of the current crisis.

I am, sir.

I understand you have a prosthesis.

I do, sir. An accident during my last assignment.

The invading nanites are attracted to both biological and artificial data

systems. We require a device that will lure the invaders from the captain and

the doctor.

Your biomechanical arm. There's a cyber neural control unit.

And you think you can use it to help the captain and the doctor?

There is a possibility that... I'll do it.

Lieutenant, there are significant risks.

I understand.

I'll do it.

Very well.

But know this.

Their lives depend not on just if the nanites migrate, but how quickly they do

so.

And if this procedure is not successful, we'll lose all three of you.

Hey. Hey, you.

Where's Billy?

Billy, Palmerton.

I ain't never seen anything like it in my life.

We were ordered to charge across that bridge, straight into the rebel army.

We had to take that ground.

It was our only chance for victory.

The captain yelled, Charge!

None of us moved.

We knew what was waiting to cross that bridge.

Then Billy, that mousy little Billy, he pushed his

way to the front of the group.

What got into him?

He turned and faced us all and said, Come on, boys.

If they can take one man's freedom, they can take all ours.

Are we going to let that happen?

And then everybody started getting all riled up.

Shout, no!

Billy turned, faced that bridge, raised his rifle up,

let that charge, blasting right into that rebel army,

hollering, for freedom!

And everyone yelled, for freedom!

And we did it.

We broke their line.

What happened to Billy?

No one up front survived.

But the fighting stopped.

I think that won it for us.

Hey, the President's here.

Jim, are you out of your mind? You need to stay in bed.

And miss this?

I guess that's worth getting out of bed for.

How many men get to see history unfold with one of its greatest contributors?

True.

You're a lucky man.

I am.

I'll never be the man I was.

You know what I think, Jim?

A man with one leg can stand just as tall as any other.

If he has a purpose.

Perhaps even taller.

Mr.

Drake's arm should prove a sufficiently tempting host.

Do you really think this can work, Commander?

I estimate our odds at 492 .031 against us succeeding.

I believe the captain would consider those odds manageable.

Please proceed.

Brain activity's been interrupted.

Anites are migrating.

Come on, you beasties.

We're seconds away from irreparable damage. Come on. Come on.

Doctor.

Doctor.

That's it.

They've transferred to the limb.

Escort Mr. Drake immediately to the transporter room.

Administering stimulant.

Restarting brain activity.

Captain.

Doctor.

The intruders have been removed.

You are free.

I don't know how to thank you, Kat.

William Cadmus. Great.

Well, I do.

Starfleet Medical's developed a new and improved prosthetic limb. One's on its

way by shuttle.

Quicker impulse response, stronger alloy.

Perhaps another spar in the gymnasium?

I'll get back to you on that one.

Kirk to transporter room. Scotty, you ready?

Standing by to beam those PCs off the ship, sir. Energize transporters.

Mr. Tulu.

Ready phasers?

Phasers locked in canister, sir.

Any parting words, Mr. Drake?

Fire.

You know, there's probably more of those things out there.

You're probably right.

No telling where the probe picked them up.

God help anyone who encounters them.

You know, Doctor, I think you're right.

Even taller.

Sir?

Something a wise man once said.

A man with one leg can stand even taller.

Or one arm.

Let's check up.

Plot a course to rendezvous with the shuttlecraft. We must have keep Chief

waiting.

I've got a...

Sparring match to lose.