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Excelsior, this is the shuttlecraft Sturgeon requesting docking coordinates.

Acknowledged, Sturgeon. You are cleared for docking.

Don't look so worried.

Say that one more time, and I swear I'll bust you back to yoga.

What's on today's schedule?

I've cleared it.

You'll have all the time in the world.

Docking is complete, Excelsior.

Copy that, Sturgeon.

Welcome aboard.

All the time in the world.

Tracking hydrogen, anti -hydrogen reaction signatures, Captain.

There's no doubt they're venting antimatter.

Maximum resolution.

Range, Mr. Silver.

29 million kilometers, Captain.

They've drifted well within the Romulan neutral zone.

Another distress signal, Captain.

They say we'll have to push back.

This is Sousa. Plotter and intercept course.

I want us in and out before anybody's the wiser.

Ever taken the Kobayashi Maru test?

Course plotted and laid in, Captain.

Pull ahead.

Aye, sir.

Entering Romulan neutral zone.

We are now in violation of treaty.

Then let's not let any grab. Captain, warp field signatures approaching.

Dropping to sublight. On screen.

Romulan birds of prey, Imperator class.

Detecting a buildup of hyperphasic energy, Captain.

In its triangulated pattern.

All deck.

Red alert.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the new voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its five -year mission.

to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to

boldly go where no man has gone before.

What the hell just happened?

The merchant vessel has been... annihilated, Captain.

There is nothing left.

The fairy atoms have been ripped apart.

Get us out of here, Sulu. Yes, sir.

Captain, I'm getting encrypted ship -to -ship between the Romulan vessels.

Fortuitously, in a code they are unaware that we have previously broken.

As I suspected.

The merchant vessel was destroyed by a new weapon, most likely a prototype.

Captain, they've spotted us.

We're building energy again. We have only seconds before Zephyr. Target those

vessels and fire.

Targeting. Fighting favor.

That is reporting.

Minimal, Captain. Most of these ships are gravity fields.

Analysis, Spock.

Fields are holding.

We're safe for the moment, but it's crap.

It's crap.

How? We appear to be caught in a hyper -dimensional field.

The field is producing gravity waves.

Nipples from a space -time continuum.

This is a strange definition of fate, Mr. Spock.

Lieutenant Uhura.

Send out a subspace message to the Romulan High Command.

In their encrypted code, weapons test a failure.

Our own ship's destroyed.

Core breach imminent.

Aye, sir.

We might at least dissuade them from trying it again any time soon.

Most logical.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.

You, Bones, and Scotty, in conference now.

Mr. Sulu, you have the call.

Isn't the Kobayashi brew supposed to be a no -win scenario?

Let's hope not.

The field apparently creates a quantum disruption that negates the strong and

weak forces binding atoms.

Anything caught within it simply ceases to exist.

And this is going to happen to us? At the moment, our shields are protecting

But the power drain is considerable.

How much time? No more than 20 hours.

I cannot say for sure the way the levels keep changing. And we can't use full

warp power to escape.

Ineffective. Due to the field, we are in the grip of not four, but considerably

more dimensions.

We would need accurate coordinates from all of them in order to effectively

extricate ourselves.

And without the data on how the field was generated, that computer doesn't

a chance of flattening the course out.

Is it possible the bird of prey has the data? If the computer banks are still

intact. But we can't access them from here.

And with the field fluctuating to hell and back?

I wouldn't dare touch our transporters. A shuttlecraft, then.

Wouldn't it be destroyed?

I believe we can extend the shields out far enough to protect it.

This is Hulu.

Aye, sir.

We're going to need some fancy piloting if we're going to get out of this mess

with a few extra -dimensional coordinates thrown in.

Are you up for it?

When do I start?

Captain's log, stardate 6283 .6.

The Enterprise is caught like a fly in amber, in a tangle of multiple

dimensions.

Our only hope of survival lies in obtaining data from the remaining

of prey that might help us try to course back to normal space.

I have detailed Lieutenant Sulu to pilot a shuttlecraft to the derelict ship,

accompanied by an expert in Romulan computer science.

Sorry, sorry.

You know, we are kind of on the clock here.

I couldn't get into this dang thing.

Lisa Chandris, computer science, genocryptography.

Ikara Kulu, helmsman.

I know. I saw you on the bridge when I came aboard and presented my orders to

the captain.

I got here like three days ago and you guys docked at Altair 4?

Well, you're certainly starting things off with a bang.

Keep them safe, Mr. Scott.

What was that?

Gravity wave.

One of the first things they ask you when you sign on for Starship Idiots is

you're prone to space signal.

I lied.

We'll be back with the data before you know it.

Our shields don't fail, and if that bird of prey isn't going to court, we're not

rewarded.

How's that about something, huh?

Well, that doesn't bother you, huh?

It certainly motivates me.

Sorry if I part too far from the curve, Doctor.

You're a real cowboy, you are.

Okay, we're online.

Now, all we have to do is locate the specific data on the weapons system.

Ah, here we are.

Of course.

It's making sense to you.

It's complex, but yes.

Good.

I need to have gone to all this trouble for nothing.

Fuck! Gravity waves, Captain.

Increasing intensity.

It could destabilize the Bird of Prey's reactor core.

Sulu, you and Chandris get out of there now.

Enterprise! Enterprise!

Enterprise!

Enterprise!

The prey reactor core going critical.

Scotty, keep the shields extended around that ship and beam Sulu and Chandris

back through.

I'll give it my best, Captain.

Spock, go on.

Gravity waves making it double the time to lock off today.

The core just blew.

Massive subspace interference.

I'm trying to hang on to them.

Wait, there's a signal.

One's caught in the pattern buffer.

Let's tip it to Luke.

Something's made out.

You're not getting away now, lad.

You will stand down now, sir.

You will stand down.

And see, I believe, that you know us.

Captain.

Dr.

McCoy. Bones.

You're the same.

How can you be the same?

DNA and vitals match foods, but...

Tim, you're 30 years older.

You've been gone less than a minute.

The Romulan ship went critical and we tried to beam you both back.

Oh, my God.

She's all alone back there.

You've got to get her.

You've got to bring her here. We lost Dr. Chandra's signal.

Not Lisa.

Lisa's dead.

She died 15 years ago.

Captain, I'm picking up another signal.

It ain't that bad with, but... Dr. Chandra's?

Doesn't matter signature something out Rocking on it. I do a bit better if you

stop shouting and flailing cutlasses about oh You're right willow with yarn,

you won't be getting away

Don't

be afraid

Bring her back.

I've got her patterned in the Matrix.

She won't be getting away.

But she's not exactly arriving here yet either.

I'll have to rig up some sort of stasis chamber to keep her here.

At least for starters.

You called her Alana.

Who is she?

She's my daughter.

Status? Shields at maximum, sir. We've diverted power from all but life

We're holding her own, but we're not going anywhere.

Understood.

Report, Commander.

True. Tell us what you know.

Lisa and I were aboard the Bird of Prey.

It was about to explode when the transporters seized us.

Instead of materializing on the Enterprise, we found ourselves on the

a planet.

Clearly one with some form of civilization, given your elaborate

A dead world, Mr. Spock.

Disease that wiped them out centuries ago.

Nothing but ruined cities.

What remained of a canal system.

Deserts that stretched forever.

There was wildlife.

Fruits. We were able to survive.

And in time, you and Chandris... There comes a point where one has to start

living a life.

Whatever it is.

rather than waiting for one to begin.

But what was 30 years to you, and 30 seconds to us?

Fascinating. It would appear that the gravitational waves, interacting with

multidimensional field, diverted you and Dr. Chandris into a different, more

rapid time stream.

Perhaps a wholly different universe.

Mr. Sugo, this ship will be torn to subatomic particles in a matter of

We need that data that you and Dr. Chandris got off that ship.

The tricorder's back on Caliban.

We had to name the planet something.

Seemed to fit.

It's from Shakespeare.

The Tempest.

So do you remember anything from the Romulan data?

It's been so long.

I... No.

When the Tricorder's power started to fail, I tried to hold the information in

my mind.

But after months, years, Lisa thought

you had all died.

But I said you don't know James Kirk.

He always manages to snatch life from the jaws of death. He'll find a way.

You're that way, Sulu.

We need that data.

Captain.

Kirk here.

If you fine gentlemen could tear yourselves away from your pressing

There's someone here I'd like you to meet.

Father! It's all right, Alana.

Why is she still insubstantial?

Best I can do for now, Captain.

A good part of her is still linked to whatever godforsaken rock you were

on. She appears to exist in a state of quantum indeterminacy.

Partly here in our universe, partly still in the alternate universe.

That's impossible.

I suggest we make a data chip record of these events.

Could prove invaluable to science.

Welcome to the Enterprise.

They came for us.

Just like you said they would.

Captain, there are urgent matters we need to attend to. I understand, Mr.

As soon as we're clear of this hyperspatial beastie, we should be able

enough power to bring it all the way through.

For now, unfortunately, your movements are limited to this chamber.

We'll see if we can arrange some introductions later.

Miss... Sulu?

Alana, please.

You're Captain Kirk, aren't you? How did you know?

My father told me you were impressive.

And knew it.

You'll have to excuse her, Captain.

There's no apologies necessary.

Mr. Lulu, we'll need you in sickbay.

I'll try not to keep him long.

Pleasure meeting you.

Bones, Spock, you're with me.

I'll be back soon.

People move so quickly here.

Aye, that they do last.

You're Montgomery Scott, aren't you?

My father told me about you, too.

And just what did he tell you?

That he wouldn't want to be your liver.

It's good to have him back.

And to be meeting his fine, fair daughter.

Although you no longer consciously retain the hyperspatial coordinates,

mind still retains the data.

So, the famous Vulcan mind node.

I won't tell you that it's without risk.

But then what in life is?

Shouldn't you send me candy and flowers first?

I do not understand.

No. I didn't think you would.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

My mind to

your mind.

Yes.

Our minds are merging.

Coming one.

Yet.

The Romulan ship.

Dr. Chandris.

Alana.

A child.

Ten years old.

What? What?

Sand moving.

Rising up.

Alana!

Sand demon!

Fangs! Spears!

It has her!

To God!

Too far!

Again! Jim, the vitals are spiking.

Lisa! She's killing me.

She's cutting into me.

What is she stabbing?

Stabbing her!

Lisa!

You saved her.

You saved our daughter.

She hurt me.

I know she hurt me.

Epinephrine leveled off with Gale.

Blood pressure's through the roof. You have to stop it.

Stop it now before we lose them both.

Fuck, break it off.

Fuck!

The data.

Too deep.

It's clear we'll have to find another way.

How is he?

Resting.

He'll need some time to recover.

My God, Jim.

What he's been through.

Laudable as your tendency toward compassion may be, Doctor, it does not

the fact that the ship will be destroyed if we do not get that data soon.

How can that green blood of yours be so cold?

Doctor McCoy. Bolt.

We need an alternative.

There are drugs.

Hypnotics.

They might work.

Normally, I'd advise against it.

These are not normal circumstances.

Do it.

They're not standard issue.

It'll take me time to formulate them.

In the meantime, I want you to get on with Plan B.

I was unaware we had a Plan B.

I trust you will shortly.

Understood.

Tell me, Captain.

What did you do before you knew me?

I always made sure Plan A worked.

Ah.

While we're at it, maybe you can arrange for a shave and a haircut and rustle up

a uniform for him.

At least we can do.

I wouldn't.

As far as he's concerned, his tour of duty ended 30 years ago.

He's not the man he was.

I understand.

Kirk, to the bridge.

Kirk here. The gravitational disturbances are increasing faster than

anticipated, Captain.

We're running out of time.

Understood. Go to yellow alert. Kirk out.

If we're going to get out of this, I have a feeling we're going to need the

that he was.

Captain? I've been monitoring fluctuations in the hybrid.

And?

There is the possibility that, were we able to generate a matter -antimatter

negation burst of adequate force to free us, we might cause the field to

implode. And risk imploding the ship as well?

Our calculations must be most precise.

How much time do we have?

14 hours, 32 minutes, and 24... Then I suggest you start exploring it

aggressively.

Didn't even give you an ocean view.

I'd complain to the management.

Oh, Father, it's wonderful.

You haven't seen much of it yet.

That doesn't matter.

We're here.

I know his mother could have seen it.

She would have given everything just for you to see it, Alana.

This is only the beginning.

Scotty will have you flesh and blood in no time. You'll see.

And then Centauri III.

The valet Marinaris on Mars.

San Francisco.

All the places I've told you about.

We'll roll them out like a red carpet.

You can go anywhere.

Do anything.

The whole universe is ahead of you.

Forgive the intrusion.

Dr. McCoy is ready for you.

I'll be back soon.

Captain, I expect you to behave yourself.

Your father always had a distinctive sense of humor.

Your reputation precedes you, Captain Kirk.

Call me Jim.

And just what exactly did he tell you about me?

How alone you were.

He told you I was lonely?

Well, that is the price of command.

It was more than that.

It was something you carried with you.

Get distant.

Always a different girl in every world.

None mattering beyond the moment.

There was one who was different.

Her name... Edith.

Some things are best forgotten.

I don't talk about the past, and your father shouldn't have either.

I hurt you.

I'm sorry.

I'm not good with people.

Lack of practice.

Just he thought he would never see any of you again.

Life, Spelton, takes us where we want it to.

Jim.

I understand loneliness.

Shouldn't try to banish memories.

They're how we live on.

They're all I have of my mother.

Did you know her?

She'd just come on the ship.

I'd seen her once or twice.

You'd have liked her.

I think she was funny.

And brave.

I know.

She died saving you.

She didn't hesitate.

I could never be that strong.

We never know what we can do.

Until we have to.

Captain, if I may.

Excuse me.

Sensor scans of the external hyperfield have proven inadequate to risk a matter

-antimatter implosion to free the ship.

What do you suggest?

The field surrounding Miss Sulu seems a benign microcosm of the larger field.

If I might be allowed to take some measurements.

Mr. Spock would like to run some tests on you.

Will it hurt?

No.

I would have said yes anyway.

I'll see you later.

How do we start?

We already have.

One pharmaceutical cocktail coming up.

I swear, at times like this, I feel like a bartender, not a doc.

Sorry. I didn't mean to, uh... Oh, it's all right.

The only image I had of her was... I understand.

Just lie back.

You'll feel a bit slight -headed and drowsy.

Should I count back from a hundred?

Just say whatever comes to mind.

To be snatched away from everything you know.

Dropped down in a wilderness.

Have to build your life up from nothing with your bare hands.

Only one thing will let you do that and survive.

Before all that, I was on the career track to Canton.

Friends were for all followers.

Hobbies, near diversion.

Family.

Not in the equation.

But then, through the long night,

we'd sit in the crystal tower.

Listen to the wind wash over the dead sea.

Gaze up at the twin moons.

Share stories we remembered.

adventures we'd had.

I may have been lost.

It's a rare man that finds that.

And a lucky one.

Can I ask you a question, Mr. Spock?

I mean, if it doesn't distract you.

I'm not easily distracted, Ms. Seymour.

What would you like to know?

Beyond that door, there are hundreds of people.

And so far, I've only met six in my whole life.

Four in the last two hours.

My father told me that you were the only one of your kind on the ship.

Do you ever wonder what people think about you?

Or what they see?

They will see precisely what you are.

A singularly astute and charming young woman.

But I'm so different.

We are each of us unique.

But you must admit, some of us are a lot more unique than others.

It is grammatically incorrect to place a modifier before unique.

But nonetheless, you are correct.

Some of us are.

You still haven't answered my question.

I endure the pressures my choice of life demands because I prefer it to one of

solitude.

And... Because I have found that I can tolerate being judged far better than

being of no consequence.

The scan is complete. I must get this data to Mr. Scott.

So, am I one of a kind, Mr. Scott?

You are indeed, Mr. Scott.

Kirk to sickbay.

How are we doing, Bones?

Jim, I've tried every neuromen and demonic and shipped stores on Cthulhu.

And?

Gathered bits and pieces.

Nothing you can use.

And I can't give him any more. His system can't take it.

I'm sorry, Jim.

How goes plan B, Mr. Spock?

The readings I took from Miss Sulu should allow us to attempt the negation

first. As soon as Mr. Scott concludes his adjustments, we can proceed.

But I suggest you do so with all respect.

What's wrong?

Jim,

Alana Sulu's atomic structure is bound to the hyperfield.

We can't be certain she'll be coming with us.

Scotty said he'd be able to bring her over in time.

Time is a luxury we do not have, Captain.

And we may not have sufficient power for such an attempt.

Are you sure about this?

There are some variables in the readings.

The stronger possibility is that she will remain with the ship.

Still.

Thank you, Mr. Spock.

Should we inform Miss Sue or her father?

No. Not yet.

But I expect you to do whatever you can to better her odds.

Of course.

For now, is there anything we can do to make her more comfortable?

Are you still hanging around?

Don't you have anything better to do than make fun of easy targets?

Well, we had a few moments before the implosion attempt, and I thought I'd

by and give you a surprise.

Surprise?

Mr. Scott had some bored technicians he needed to occupy.

Would you care for a stroll?

What do you call this?

Tech 12.

Not very imaginative.

Perfect.

Death.

What?

The best moment of my life.

Few people recognize it while it's happening.

I'll have a better reason to notice it.

It's just the breath of many.

It's a good look for you.

Uhura.

forever.

My God.

What?

You're younger than my daughter.

Yeah, I heard about her.

She sounds wonderful.

She takes after her mother.

Who wrote to the bridge?

Acknowledged.

Later, okay?

Uhura.

Don't let it all go by.

If you got your sea legs back, you're free to go.

Thank you, Doctor.

Those aren't really necessary.

I know.

Bridge.

It's a turbolift. It moves horizontally and vertically throughout the ship.

You command Miragold and you don't even know it.

I'm starting to.

Alana!

Alana!

We had nothing like this on Caliban.

The name your parents gave that planet.

Do you know where it's from?

My mother was in a production of The Tempest when she was a girl.

She knew it by heart.

The sorcerer and his beautiful daughter marooned on an island until a ship

arrived. A brave vessel who had no doubt the noble creatures in her.

We perform it over and over.

With Sulu as Prospero and you as Miranda?

I prefer an Ariel who could fly.

And where would you like to go, Ariel?

Where would you take me, Jim?

Yes? We're ready to initiate the implosion, Captain.

I'll be there momentarily.

Kirk out.

Another miracle required?

I'm afraid you'll have to return to the stasis room for safety.

This device will be me there.

You'll need a break soon.

I promise.

I'll hold you to that.

Jim, I've arranged a tour.

Jim!

Are you jealous, Father?

Status, Mr. Spock.

Ready when you are, Captain.

This might be one of those rare times when we actually get out of a tight spot

with some breathing, bro.

Hold that.

This is the captain speaking.

We're about to meet a plasma -antiplasma burst in an attempt to free the ship.

Brace yourself.

At your discretion, Mr. DeSalle. Aye, sir.

Detonation in five, four, three, two, one.

Alon!

Spock, what's happening?

Unknown, Captain.

Computer, analysis of implosion results.

Working. Analysis indicates temporal discontinuity caused by implosion.

My calculations predicted this possibility, but not at this magnitude.

Tell us what it means, Spock. It means, Doctor, that we are still trapped.

But instead of hours, we now have only 32 minutes before our shields collapse.

Lose McCoy!

Emergency!

Captain's log.

Complemental. With drug therapy no longer an option to jog Sulu's memory,

our time drastically reduced by the implosion attempt, our options are

about it.

Just as the field is closing about the Enterprise.

It's nothing, Willie.

I was just dizzy for a moment.

She's all right now.

Near as I can determine.

Miss Zulu's molecular structure is indeed linked to the exterior

If we fail to find a way to fully extricate her before risking another

attempt... Another implosion's not an option. And without the navigational

coordinates... Gentlemen, I suggest you come up with something original. Because

we're not going to just count down the minutes until the ship is destroyed.

Captain, if Mr. Scott can lock in on the coordinates of Caliban, it might be

feasible to beam the entire ship's company there.

It wouldn't help the ship, but... It would save the crew.

We'd be marooned there.

But alive.

And all in all, it's not that bad a life.

But if we lower the shield, that might not be necessary, given the higher

dimensions involved.

I've got to... Dr. McCoy, I may examine the

data on your tricorder.

Be my guest.

How are you feeling?

Like a fool.

So tell me, back home, how are you set up for house guests?

Kirk here.

Captain, can you get up here?

There's no way to duplicate the energy wave that sent Sulu to Caliban.

It was a one -in -a -million freak accident.

None of us can beam there.

But I happened upon something else.

Sue's original transporter pattern. The temporal field, she kept it intact.

Are you saying we might be able to reintegrate him?

As he was when we beat him off the bird of prey. It's possible.

Theoretically, at least.

Twenty -five minutes to shield failure.

Get him up here.

It should be possible to reverse the aging process by passing your current

incarnation through the pattern buffer.

Storing in effect.

Your last safe date.

Yes.

I see.

I don't understand.

You mean you'd be giving him back 30 years?

No.

We'd be taking them away.

I'd revert to the man I was before your mother and I were transported.

As far as I'd be concerned, the life we spent there...

But the Romulan navigational data will be fresh in your mind, and you should be

able to use it to pilot us to safety.

The memories would be gone.

I wouldn't know you.

Twenty minutes to shield failure.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

I'd be here to remind you of every...

stubborn, mule -headed thing you ever did.

If it's the only way to... Captain.

I'm sorry, Jim.

Alana?

I thought the only danger was the implosion.

I've been reviewing Dr. McCoy's medical data, along with both my own scans of

Ms. Zulu and the interior hyperfield.

The best we can get is to move on.

I have no mind to be trading my uniform for a white robe at this late date.

I checked her medical readings.

There's no doubt, Jim.

Do we tell her?

We tell them both.

Captain, what is it?

Your atoms.

Your molecules.

Everything that is you is still tied to Caliban through the hyperfield.

It's why you blacked out.

And should we succeed shortly in freeing ourselves, the interference caused by

our warp engines will result in the field.

Collapsing.

Destroying everything still linked to it.

My God, do you know what you're saying?

Yes.

You've got to beam her fully onto the Enterprise.

Now!

Not possible.

She is one with the universe that spawned her.

Then can you bring me back?

No.

But were the ship to fail to extricate itself, there is a 92 .3 % probability

the field would survive, and you would be returned to Caliban.

She could live.

But 430 others will die.

There has to be another way.

I can't tell you what to do.

But you alone know the navigational coordinates.

And have the piloting skill necessary to save the ship.

I don't care who dies.

She lives.

Not this time, Mr. Spock.

Father!

I can't let you do this.

Even if Mr. Spock is right and I survive, what kind of

life would that be?

How can I go back to that empty world?

How can I live knowing that you or that all of you died because of me?

I don't know if there's an afterlife.

I don't know where we go when we die.

But a father... It's not how long we live.

It's how we live that matters.

Let my life mean something.

Let it rise.

Our revel now are ended.

These, our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits.

They were melted into air.

Into thin air.

We are such stuff.

The dreams are made up.

He's in massive shock.

We need him on the bridge.

What can you give him?

Two pieces of cortisone.

Any more will kill him.

Get him to his station. Fast.

Jim.

In a minute.

Your father told me you were impressive.

Alana, I... Your ship needs you.

Is there anything that you'd like?

Two minutes to shield fail.

I'm down here.

I'm down here.

I'm down here.

I'm down here.

I'm down here.

I'm

down

here.

Acknowledged. One minute to shield failure.

Ten seconds. Shield failure.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five. We're driving gates. Hold on.

How are you feeling?

A little rough around the edges.

Captain, I'm told I attacked you.

Tried to harm you.

That were extenuating circumstances.

I've watched this.

It's like it's happening to another person.

Alana.

My daughter.

The life I had.

There's nothing.

Did you get to know her?

Yes.

She was... She was unique.

She lived her life fully in the time she had.

And gave it up for love.

Oh, God.

If I could only remember.

Mr. Sulu, when I attempted to extricate the data from your mind, when our

thoughts were joined, I lived those years with you.

What are you saying?

They can be yours again.

But with the memories would come the grief.

Captain?

Captain Sulu?

Yes, Ensign.

Your guests have disembarked from the shuttle, Captain.

Escort them to my ready group.

Aye, sir.

Rand, you have the car.

Aye, Captain.

Captain.

Yes?

You're a very lucky man.

There's such stuff as dreams are made of.

And our little life is surrounded with them.

Talking to yourself, Father?

I'd better keep a closer eye on you.

Demora.

Say hello to your granddaughter.

The whole universe is ahead of you.

And I did as you asked.

With her name.

But... I don't understand.

Who's Alana?

You had a sister.

Next time on Star Trek New Voyages.

USS Enterprise, Captain's personal log.

My nephew, Peter.

He's been applying to the Enterprise as an intern.

Captain Kirk.

Peter. Ensign Kirk.

You know him better than I do. What do you think he'll say?

I don't know him at all.

Would you care to join the mission team?

Sir, there's almost no blood in this man's body.

Bloodworm.

Captain, we have to assume this entire ship is contaminated.

Shockwave Command has just ordered us to destroy the Copernicus.

They're all dead.

Everyone's dead.

Damn you!

Hey!