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Strange new worlds...

Are we gonna discuss
lieutenant ortegas?

She passed her psych eval.

Could it be she's back
on rotation too soon?

Your maneuver endangered

everyone on the ship unnecessarily.

I'm sorry about what
happened to you, Erica.

But I can't have it affect your judgment.

Out here, I get to
prove what I'm made of.

Nothing could touch me until
it did, and now there are days

when I'm as scared as I was then.

Personal log. Stardate 2198.7.

Enterprise is investigating

a peculiar area of uncharted space.

Like stories told by old earth sailors,

this region is legendary for
its tales of strange phenomena.

Ghost stories at sea.

Hermanito.

Fine.

What we've found is a parsec of space

with gravity waves so odd,
even Spock can't figure it out.

Sensors are coming
back with conflicting data.

Our probes are being
pushed around the area

like beach balls.

Like I said, the only way

to get answers is to send in a shuttle

with an expert pilot
riding the manual controls.

Be mindful, I have never seen this level

of gravimetric volatility
without a discernible source.

You're just making it sound more fun.

You're sure about this?

Dr. M'benga cleared me for
solo missions. I am good to go.

I have endeavored to create
a predictive map focused

on a particular area
showing the highest level

of gravimetric fluctuation.

This module will augment
the shuttle's sensors

to assist with the
collection of in-flight data.

Got it. Don't worry.

I'm gonna get you so much data,

it'll be coming out your ears.

It's an expression.

You know that, right?

I must admit, I am disappointed

to not be joining you on this mission.

But monster gravity waves, remember?

We have specifically
retrofitted the shuttle,

stripped out all nonessential equipment.

Like they say, every ounce counts.

And you, Mr. Spock,
are too many ounces.

I maintain my weight within
a variance of 1.8 kilograms.

Is that not obvious?

Besides, you're needed
here in the science lab,

monitoring the incoming scans.

In a gravity field this dense,
there's potential for data loss.

Comms will be impacted,
so stay in constant contact.

- Roger that.
- Once your survey's complete,

deploy the subspace monitoring buoy.

Other than a number
of unverified signals,

we know very little
about this region of space.

In other words, star fleet
is posting a spy satellite

to see who comes snooping around.

Well, consider me briefed.

Now, here's another old pilot saying

let's light this candle.

Did you see Spock's face?

I know. I almost feel bad.

He looked like the kid who was told

he couldn't go on the roller coaster.

But if I'm being honest,
the solo mission's a bonus.

Chance to clear my head.

You'll be okay out there
for a couple hours all alone?

Trust me, flying's my happy place.

I know, so have fun but be safe.

- "Safe" is my middle name.
- Wait.

You told me "danger"
was your middle name.

Enterprise,

shuttle craft Archimedes
lowering blast shields

and exiting shuttle bay.

Okay. Show me... What you've got.

Sensors activated for non visual control.

Monitor set for gravitational imaging.

Status, number one?

Holding at minimum safe distance.

2.4 million kilometers.

Uhura, how's she doing?

Ortegas reports five-by-five, sir.

She started her survey run.

I'm here, captain.

This reminds me of
those old stories on earth

about pilots who flew
airplanes into hurricanes.

I always wondered what
that must've been like.

Now I know.

Science lab to bridge.

Data collection is complete.

I know you're enjoying yourself, Erica,

but playtime's over.

Deploy the buoy and return home.

A little envious, captain?

Nah, this chair suits me just fine.

Ortegas to enterprise.

I've lost helm control.

Something's got me!

Trying to get a visual!

A wormhole's just
popped up out of nowhere.

Red alert.

Where the hell did that thing come from?

Sensors must have missed it somehow.

- Sensors missed a wormhole?
- And it's right

on top of ortegas's position.

Uhura, contact the shuttle.

Tell ortegas to get out of there.

Archimedes, come in.

Erica, come in.

That wormhole's creating
comms interference.

Wait, I've got something.

Hull integrity 60%.

55%.

50%. Yeah, I get it!
I'm turning into the skid.

Captain, she's too close.

Heading right into the
eye of the hurricane.

Come on. You got this.

You got this.

You... Sir.

I've lost contact with ortegas.

I'm not picking up her transponder.

There's no sign of the shuttle.

She's gone.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship enterprise.

To explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life and new civilizations

to boldly go where no
one has gone before.

- Shields 11%.
- Nav systems out!

Helm controls dead!

Hull integrity nine percent.

Engines not responding.

- Primary systems failing.
- Sensors...

Are barely functioning.

They're telling me I'm
caught in the gravity well

of a gas giant dead ahead.

Enterprise, this is
Archimedes. Can you read me?

What the hell am I doing?

I'm on the other side
of a freakin' wormhole.

Computer, do we still
have enough power

to deploy the subspace relay?

Affirmative.

Okay. Record this on
replay and broadcast.

Mayday, mayday.

This is lieutenant Erica ortegas

of the federation starship enterprise.

I just got kicked out of a wormhole.

I don't know where I
am, but I'm going down.

Whoever hears this, come
find me at these coordinates.

And bring snacks.

The rations.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Damn it.

Personal log. Stardate unknown.

I've crashed... Who knows where?

Sensors are too damaged to get a fix.

Life support's on batteries.

But I'm alive, so... that's a win.

Shuttle has seen better days.

I deployed starfleet's fancy relay buoy.

Hopefully, it can transmit my mayday

back through the wormhole.

I was just getting to the good part.

So much for a log. Doesn't matter.

Just make a list of what needs fixing.

Starting with me.

Starfleet academy survival 101.

You're stranded on an alien planet.

What do you need?

Water.

Food.

Shelter.

Got one.

Need the other two.

You are now a water condenser.

Please condense.

And it's amazing.

I've made water!

Beto, if you could see me now.

I have made water!

First survival problem solved.

Now for problem two... food.

Knife, fire cube, flare.

Breathable... ish.

Big rocks close.

More big rocks far away.

Looking to get away from it all?

I know just the place.

All right, let's go over it again.

There was no wormhole,
and then it just appeared.

It's not normal.

It is possible our sensors

simply did not register its
presence during initial scans.

Wormholes are notoriously unstable,

and the fact that this one
has remained non variant

for the last 46 hours is,
in and of itself, unique.

It's been nearly two days.

We've maintained
continuous scans of the area.

There's no sign of shuttle debris.

- Nothing at all.
- That could be a good sign.

No debris means Erica could be alive.

Her shuttle may be damaged
and adrift in the gravity field.

We've picked up no life
signs, no transponder signal.

If the shuttle was adrift,

we would have
registered its ping by now.

If ortegas was pulled in,

could she even survive
traveling through a wormhole?

There is little comprehensive
data on wormholes.

That answer is unknown.

Where would ortegas end
up if she did make it through?

The exit point of this wormhole
is essentially unknowable.

It could be anywhere in our galaxy,

anywhere in the universe,

or hypothetically, even
in another universe.

If the shuttle did get pulled in,

its engines wouldn't have enough power

- to get back out.
- And still no comms?

I'm using a narrow subspace
beam to try and reach her,

but the wormhole's event
horizon keeps reflecting it back.

I'm working on a way to penetrate it.

Which brings us back to square one.

Captain, a reminder.

We're scheduled to
rendezvous with the constellation

to deliver a vaccine to the
colonists on epsilon indi III.

They are fighting off a pandemic.

We need to keep trying.

Hey.

No one's giving up yet.

We still have time to
explore more avenues.

Let's make the best of it.

We need to bring Erica home.

All right, need to find food.

What have we got?

Clearly, no apple orchards nearby.

This isn't looking promising.

What the hell?

"Nonspecific seismic activity,"

whatever that means.

Not helpful.

Hello, wormhole.

Don't move.

You're my ticket home.

Wait a second.

That gas giant seems big.

A little too big.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This can't be right.

Gas giant's... here.

Moon... here.

The orbit's not circular.

It's a flat ellipse.

But the perigee's way too close.

Which means the moon's orbit cuts right

through the planet's thermosphere.

Through that toxic soup.

And brings it right down here to me.

Which means I've got a few hours

to find a snack and
get back to the shuttle.

Ooh, I can figure this out.

"Take a shuttle," they said.

"Fly through a gravity field."

"It'll be fun," they said.

Things look bad.

Really, really bad.

A cave, a hollow, anything.

Neighbors?

You requested an hourly update.

- Sensor scans are still negative.
- Captain,

constellation is requesting
an update on our rendezvous.

I've got it! Erica's alive!

I picked up a faint mayday
from the subspace buoy.

Let's hear it.

- Mayday... lieutenant...
- Federation... enterprise.

That's it, but it's definitely Erica.

She made it through the
wormhole and sent this message.

It could also be a signal ghost
reflected by the event horizon.

Lieutenant ortegas could
have sent the message

- before she entered the wormhole.
- I know comm signals.

This message was sent on
the other side of the wormhole.

Are you sure?

Gravimetric refraction
would negate our ability

to verify the signal's exact point of origin.

Captain, I know she's alive. I can feel it.

We all want ortegas to be alive,

but we can't discount the possibility

of the opposite, nyota.

Sir, there's one way to be certain.

We can send probes
through the wormhole

to strengthen our comms
connection to Erica's shuttle.

If she's there, if she's alive,

we'll be able to contact her.

Let's do it.

Una, contact captain Decker.

Tell him we have an emergency situation,

but we plan to rendezvous
with constellation on schedule.

Aye, captain.

Hello?

Anybody home?

We've sent six communication
probes into the wormhole.

All of them have failed to return a signal.

The probes aren't strong
enough to boost the signal.

If we use more, maybe a dozen,

and linked them together...
There is something else.

Recent scans have
revealed a new problem.

All right, we'll add it to the list.

The wormhole's aperture is shrinking.

Shrinking?

- Do we know why?
- We do not.

But it is possible that the
incursion of ortegas's shuttle

and our probes are the cause.

So sending more probes
could cause the wormhole

to shrink even faster.

Indeed, or close completely.

Right now the aperture is still open.

We just need to limit incursions.

You just said we'd need 12 more probes.

But a shuttle, retrofitted
with more powerful engines,

could do the job. Am I right?

The probability of failure is greater

than the possibility of success.

But it is possible.

Theoretically, yes.

But it would require exact calculations.

Theoretically possible?

Captain, I have to advise against it.

We've already lost one crew member.

And we have to make our rendezvous.

What are you saying, sir?

That we should give up on her?

I care about Erica.

Her life matters to me.

But there are 4,000
colonists in need of a vaccine,

families with children.

4,000 lives against hers.

I'm just asking for a little more time.

I'll authorize the mission, provided

you can show me hard
data on its potential success.

You got four hours.

Numbers add up, I'll approve it.

You'll have the proof you
need, captain, I promise.

What I'd give for a phaser.

Go ahead, damn it! Get it over with!

No. Damn it.

This is the 20th simulation
and the 20th failure.

Computer?

Reset wormhole navigational simulation:

Kamili Alpha one.

Ensign, based on these results,

a successful rescue mission
is a statistical improbability.

It is illogical to continue,

as the captain will not
authorize the mission

without positive data.

I have faith this can work.

If you don't, you can go, but I'm staying.

Computer, run simulation.

I'm next. Is that it?

Your leg is mangled.

Found your weak spot.

If you want to eat me...
you'll have to earn it.

What is this?

A trap?

I go for the meat, you, you grab me?

Pull my legs off?

But if you wanted to
kill me, you could've...

Done that at the hole, so what is this?

What is happening?

To hell with it.

I'm starving.

Don't look at it.

Just eat it.

I think that's a gorn comms array.

I could use that.

Once I figure out how
to fix this comms array,

I'll be able to signal our surveillance buoy

and hopefully hail the enterprise

on the other side of the wormhole.

What the hell is that?

All right, what do we got?

Ensign Uhura has an
intriguing if unorthodox plan.

Mr. Spock doesn't believe
that a shuttle could make it

through the wormhole and return safely,

and he's right.

So I had to think outside of the box.

Way outside. I ran every simulation

and found the only viable
way to successfully transit

the gravity waves and search for Erica.

We need to take enterprise
through the wormhole.

Unorthodox is an understatement.

In addition, Uhura's plan
requires we create a stable

warp field around the
ship, effectively wedging

the wormhole aperture open.

What about the vaccines
on board for epsilon indi III?

We're not just gonna
be risking ourselves.

I understand that,

which means we have
enough time to try it once.

You can pull the plug if it gets too risky.

Can this really work?

Using a starship to
prop open a wormhole?

Yes, in theory.

When we're inside this thing,
how bad is signal interference?

Scan capability needs to be above 60%.

61%.

Okay.

We've got a rescue mission.

A personal deflector shield.

Repurposed power source.

So, how's this sound?

I wrap up your leg,
you let me sleep here.

And don't eat me.

Deal?

You want me to use this paste?

Is it ground-up crystals?

Sorry, sorry.

What the hell am I doing?

You're welcome.

I get it. You're no fan of fire.

I need to cook this to eat it.

Understand?

You like pit-monster Sushi. I don't.

I need fire.

I'm hungry.

That's your helmet?

You're a pilot?

Like me?

Storm's over.

Crap.

It's shrinking?

Somehow I've got to let
enterprise know I'm alive.

I need to repair your comms gear.

To do that, I'm gonna need your help.

You growling and me playing
charades isn't gonna cut it.

We need to be able to communicate.

Trust me. I know what I'm doing.

I think I know what I'm doing.

Not exactly a universal translator,

but, better than nothing.

It should give yes or no responses.

Agree.

Wait, how'd you know
what I was saying?

You understand me.

Agree.

You study your prey.

Disagree.

You want to understand your enemy.

Agree.

Let's try a different question...

Do you like it here?

Disagree.

Second that.

Are you male?

Disagree.

Female?

Agree.

Look at us.

Just a couple girls
having a slumber party.

We could braid each other's hair.

If you had any. Or if I had any.

I can't believe I'm joking with a gorn.

Here we are,

two pilots stranded
on a flying tombstone.

It's a miracle you've been able to survive

this friggin' death moon all alone.

Agree.

Just playing chess with a gorn.

The queen

like this.

No.

Only a knight can jump
over other pieces. Got it?

I feel like you've played chess before.

You've beaten me three games straight.

Are you hustling me?

You carved these out
of creatures' bones?

Agree.

Mama needs a new shuttle craft.

I won. I won? Ha!

I won.

You want me to eat it?

Is that what the winner
does? The winner eats

the final captured piece?

Agree.

No, I don't agree.

It's a game, not a food group.

All right. Don't get
your scales in an uproar.

Hey, you want to help me here?

It's your gear.

If we make an sos beacon,

there's a chance we can be rescued.

I know my people.

They're searching for me.

I, do these for luck when I fly.

Means we'll make it home.

Hell yeah!

Chalk up another "w" for the home team.

Whoo!

I am bowled over by your enthusiasm.

It's working.

Once it's recharged, we can get a signal,

maybe get off this rock.

Damn thing keeps getting smaller.

There's something else going on.

Why didn't my sensors
detect the wormhole

before it showed up?

Why didn't my tricorder
pick up your shelter?

And what is with those
strange flashes of light?

You know that vibe in the air

right before flying into battle?

You're in the clear, but somehow

you can't shake the feeling
like you're being watched.

Agree.

Your wounds are infected.

I need to get you more crystals.

Disagree. Disagree.

If this infection spreads, it will kill you.

This weird goo is the only
stuff that slows it down.

Disagree. Disagree.

Broken. Is that it?

You think you're too broken to fix?

I've seen the gorn destroy their own ship

because they thought it was weak.

So for you, rescue's a death sentence.

Okay.

So what? You'll come with us.

Show my people who you really are,

like you've shown me.

We can work this out.

I know it.

Disagree.

So, you are not giving up.

You're not dying.

Not here, not now.

I won't let you.

Disagree.

Disagree.

Sensor readings will be unreliable.

To navigate through the gravity field,

we must be on manual control.

Other than ortegas, I am
the best pilot on the ship.

Never heard that one before, sir.

Gravimetric pressure increasing.

Engaging full impulse.

The odds are in our
favor. We can do this.

Scan ability is 61%.

We are stationary in the wormhole.

How's our static warp field?

Stable, but the wormhole is exerting

increasing gravimetric pressure.

Well, we are the peach
pit stuck in its throat.

If we overstay, the enterprise
will be crushed by the aperture.

Una, let me know
when we hit the red line.

Aye, captain.

All sensors are trained on
the gas giant and its moons.

There are lots of them.

396 to be exact.

I'm picking up ortegas's mayday.

It doesn't specify where
she might have crashed.

Scanning 396 moons

will take longer than we
have to make the rendezvous.

Uhura, monitor all
frequencies for any comms.

Spock, start scanning moons.

Begin with the closest.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

I see you, whatever you are.

Always in the right place
and at the wrong time.

So what do you want?

That battery was
charging the comms array.

And powering the shield.

Without it, we've got no protection

from the creatures.

Or from the orbital storm.

I just killed us.

Once we hit the storm's horizon,

the pit things will come
out and tear us to shreds.

And if somehow we survive that,

then we choke and
die in a toxic hurricane.

Agree.

The flare.

The flare.

Yes.

When the atmospheres collide,

the air is going to be flammable.

But we don't have much time.

Almost none.

We need to make something

that will ignite part of the
gas giant's atmosphere

so we can create a burning sos

across the face of the planet.

- Disagree.
- No, no, this is doable.

I know my people, I know
they're looking for me.

But to ignite the air, we'll need the storm

to be right on top of us.

Disagree.

Which also means we'll be
exposed to a big fiery kaboom.

- Agree. Disagree.
- Yes, I know, I get it.

It's a huge gamble, but it's
how we get a chance to live.

Please.

Help me save us.

Yes! A thruster pack
with propellant in the tank.

If we launch it right when the storm hits,

there's our kaboom.

There's no way they'll miss it.

But if we pull this off,

we're at the center of a giant fireball.

I thought I had a rough landing.

It's part of the heat shield
from your escape pod.

I know you hate to admit
it, but you like this plan.

Disagree.

Yeah, I see it.

Just sit there and keep judging me.

It's fine.

You're right.

We're toast.

I give up.

It's pointless.

Disagree.

The enemy of my enemy.

Disagree.

Friend.

Agree.

Hopefully, there's enough power
in these crystals for a launch.

When it does, things go boom.

We just have to time it right or we die.

All right, enterprise, let's light this candle.

Damn it.

I have to go launch it manually.

- Disagree.
- No time to argue.

Disagree.

- Disagree. Disagree.
- No.

If we don't make it,

at least we know we're
not broken anymore.

Agree.

You said you wanted to be
told when we hit the red line.

Here it is.

Captain, I have to tell you...

I know you fudged the numbers, nyota.

Doesn't matter.

I would've searched for her anyway.

Blurring the rules...
that is new for you, but...

It's not bad for the right reasons.

Thank you, captain.

Spock, anything?

We've scanned 146 moons. All negative.

I'm sorry, Chris, we've run out of time.

Erica may or may not be alive,

but if we don't get out of this wormhole,

we risk the entire crew and the colonists.

All right. Prepare to reverse course.

Captain, I am picking up

an anomalous reading from
one of the unscanned moons.

It is an unusual atmospheric eruption.

On-screen, magnify.

What is that?

Scans indicate it is a volatile explosion.

Yes!

It's her!

That's her!

Only Erica would be crazy enough

to set a planet on fire to get our attention.

La'an, take a landing
party to the surface.

Bring lieutenant ortegas home.

With pleasure, sir.

Over there.

Erica!

No!

- Erica. Are you all right?
- Why?

Why?

Why? Why?!

- Lieutenant?
- No, no.

No, I'm not talking to you.

There has to be some reason.

Where are you?

Who's behind this?

You hear me? Strange sparkle thing.

I can feel you're watching!

Now come and face me!

Are you there?! What do you want?!

Enterprise, beam us up now.

Hello, lieutenant Erica ortegas.

I have taken on this form

so that we may more
easily communicate.

Who are you?

We are the metrons.

We've inhabited this region of space

since long before your
species walked upright.

Why did you do this to us?

Curiosity.

- Curiosity?
- Human and gorn.

Two barbaric species, each determined

to destroy the other.

But what could happen if
you were forced together

with the need to survive?

We found the idea of such
an experiment... Intriguing.

This was more than that.

When you first arrived,

this creature didn't need you to survive.

It kept you alive because it was lonely.

And you,

you managed to work
past your pain and trauma.

There is hope for your two species.

Well, pardon me for saying,
but I don't care what you think.

The violent reaction
of your fellow human

has given us much to consider.

We need more data to determine

if the human and the
gorn will ever find peace.

What are they telling you?

You are not ready to meet us.

You won't remember
me, and perhaps someday

we may need to reset your
perception of the gorn as well.

- What will I remember?
- What you experienced.

It was genuine.

You may keep it.

Come in.

Erica?

I saw you in the transporter room,

but there were so many
people, I didn't want to...

I know what you did to get me back.

You smell... awesome.

Yeah, I would have
stopped into the local spa,

but it was closed.

What you had to face down there...

What happened to the
gorn... She kept me alive.

She saved me.

She was my friend.

La'an is my friend, too.

I don't know what to do with that.

They both wanted to protect you.

So what do I do now?

You remember her.

Okay.

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