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Sub -Commander Talora, the lead Arkhan
vessel is hailing again. There is

to discuss.

Arkhan vessels are breaking through our
lines.

Commander Yervek's position is
vulnerable.

Have the query off on our task force.
Fall back to coordinates 010 -114.

Arkhan flagship is hailing.

It's General Morigo.

Target the source of that transmission
and open fire!

Main power down, Commander.

Auxiliary backup coming online.

Move us out of their weapons range.

Enemy forces have overrun the query
house position.

We must close the wormhole.

All of our attempts to do so have
failed, Commander. Then keep attempting.

Have all the ships return to the Zeta
Voltanen system.

We'll form a new perimeter there.

Aye, sir.

Commander, incoming transmission from
General Morigu.

Put it up.

Commander Talora, there's no need for
the bloodshed to continue.

If you surrender now, I can guarantee
you fair terms.

We have a thousand ships about to come
through the wormhole.

I urge you to reconsider.

Your urgings are useless, General. We
have only begun to fight.

Withdraw immediately.

Helm, come about and prepare to jump to
warp. Best possible speed to Zeta

Voltanus.

Command deck. All hands abandon ship.

The Grand Marshal requests your presence
at once.

Thank you, Vito. I will be right there.

Oh, great ones, lend me your strength
today.

Grandma Jeanne, I'm here.

You were in the temple again, child?

Yes, Mother. I was asking the Great Ones
for strength during this time of

crisis. The Great Ones will smile upon
you, Sarah.

And they will smile on all of the Arcane
Empire, for they have given us

everything we need and more.

The Great Ones give every bird its food,
but they do not throw it into its nest.

We must go and take what we need, what
is rightfully ours. No, Sarah.

We do not take.

Your voice failed to learn that in your
teachings.

They want the Arkans to flourish.

You will not take by force.

To do so is against Great One's spirit.

Of course, Mother.

Do you have any news of our exploration
of the neighboring galaxy?

Our artificial wormhole terminates
exactly where we planned.

In an entirely uninhabited area of
space.

We can begin colonization very soon.

The Great Ones will be pleased.

Thank you, my child, for guiding our
people until I can return to my place of

public service.

Anything for you, Mother.

All of our attempts to close the
wormhole have failed.

It doesn't even register on sensors
unless ships are emerging.

We tried everything we could think of,
including a concentrated burst of

Thaleron radiation.

It kills everyone on their ships, but
they just keep sending more.

What do we know about the Arkans? Our
communications have been limited.

They're determined to have our
surrender.

I believe Romulan territory may only be
the beginning of their campaign.

They have the advantage of numbers on
their side. We just haven't built our

forces up to pre -Dominion war levels
yet.

The Klingons have entered Romulan space,
and their help has been significant in

restricting the Arkans to two sectors.
But as long as they keep sending ships

through, our position will continue to
weaken.

The wormhole must be destroyed.

At the request of your government,
Starfleet dispatched our most advanced

the Iliad, to attempt to gain
reconnaissance.

on the wormhole.

Lieutenants Astor and Rowe have been
going over the data.

Gentlemen?

Our findings are still preliminary, but
we've managed to obtain a few key pieces

of information.

The Arkans artificially created the
wormhole, suggesting a high level of

technology well beyond anything we
possess.

It's terminus -like somewhere in the
Andromeda Galaxy.

Unfortunately, only the Arkans can
trigger it.

We need to learn how to do that.

We may not need to.

Explain.

After our recent discoveries with the
tetrahedrons in hyperdimensional

we went back and took a look at the
quantum slipstream project.

The biggest problem was the stability of
slipstreams over great distances.

Hyperdimensional physics gives
slipstream the necessary stability and

required to get to Andromeda.

Surprising the Arkans on their home soil
has many advantages.

We would need a combined fleet.

It will be risky.

We calculated we only have enough
tetrahedron material available for two

three intermixed chambers. We cannot
fight a war with three ships.

We need reconnaissance on these people.

We have another Iliad probe.

If we can equip it with slipstream drive
and a Romulan cloaking device, that is

our best course of action. Considering
this is a Romulan affair, a Romulan

would be more appropriate for the task,
Admiral.

There may be a problem.

In simulations, Romulan propulsion
systems and their artificial

interacted with the slipstream, causing
a cascade failure.

Proconsul, it would appear the Romulans
will have to sit this one out.

Commander Talora, see that a cloaking
device is delivered.

Immediately.

I reserved a holosuite.

You did?

Rising Solar Convergence.

An afternoon of sun, sand, water, and
relaxation.

That does sound good.

Good.

I knew there was a reason I married you.

Well, there'll be more of that on Ryza.

Well, the holodeck version of it,
anyway.

The next best thing until we can
celebrate our honeymoon properly.

You know, I'd love to, Corey. It's just,
I told Admiral Nabot to have these

probes back done by the end of the day.

Well, there's only one thing to do then.

Help you finish.

Milady, this is an honor.

To what do we owe the pleasure of your
visit?

We have to speed up our plans.

The singularity formation is increasing.

One of the Kelvin moons was completely
swallowed yesterday.

The entire sector is in jeopardy. The
Romulans are using Thaleron radiation

against us.

If we cannot find a countermeasure, our
advances will hold. I don't care if we

have to send every one of our ships
through that wormhole.

I want Romulan space ready for
colonization. I recommend against

homeworld vulnerable like that.

If the Kelvin Resistance should choose
that moment to strike... They will do no

such thing.

This entire quadrant will be
uninhabitable in a decade.

Our holdings here are worthless.

If you cannot deliver results in the new
frontier, I can replace you.

If you allow me to do my job.

I can deliver those planets to you on a
platter.

But I need more time.

And I need the scientists to come up
with a countermeasure for the radiation.

I like you more, you.

Most men would have curled up into a
little ball.

I don't know if you're foolish or a
genius.

I'll give you those scientists.

Give me something to show for them.

If one is truly wise, it is sometimes
advantageous to appear a fool.

The elite probe was able to make a
complete scan of the surrounding area.

If there are any other gateways, they're
not within 20 light years.

If we remove the gateway, we solve the
problem.

What's to stop them from building
another one? We'll deal with that later.

But on our terms.

We should destroy their planets while we
still have the advantage.

There's no telling what they're capable
of. Our primary objective is to destroy

the wormhole.

Subsequent recon will determine where we
go from there.

How do we destroy the gateway?

It's protected by heavy shielding and a
dense hole that appears to be composed

of duramite.

What about the tricobalt device?

You're not going to make a dent in it.

Would a cloaked ship or the Iliad probe
be able to slip in and deliver a

warhead? How do we get inside the
complex?

We could drop it on their doorstep.

Sensors around the complex are too good.

A cloaked ship will be detected.

We need a Trojan horse.

Trojan horse?

Earth History Proconsul.

We need our warhead disguised as
something they want.

I have an idea.

Once a day, they get a supply shipment.

Unmanned.

How do we get one of those?

We don't have to.

Commander? We already have the photonic
signature of the cargo ship from the

probe's sensor log.

Commander, you are not at liberty to
reveal secrets of the Romulan Empire.

This is no time for secrets. We must
utilize all our resources, Pro Council.

The holocloak is the best and safest
option for this mission.

Pro Council, Commander, this is no place
to discuss Romulan internal affairs.

If you have something to add to the
discussion... We do.

We've developed a new kind of hollow
cloaking device.

It works on the subatomic level.

Meaning? We can project something onto
the cloaking device, but it's not just a

projection. You could walk right up to
it, touch it, and swear it was a real

thing.

I think we just found our supply ship.

Proconsul?

Begin installation on the Iliad probe
right away.

One more thing, if I may.

Commander? The ship that delivers the
probe?

It will need to be cloaked.

General Korg's ship?

No. Klingon cloaking devices are not
sufficient in their masking pattern. It

must be a Romulan cloaking device.

I reluctantly concur.

Then all we need is a Federation ship
with slipstream, a cloak, and a little

of luck.

Marcia, excuse the intrusion.

General Margaret brings news.

Cacus, go play with your little friend.

Good news, I trust.

We've taken another Romulan system and
sent probes out to two adjacent sectors.

Prepare the first of the colony ships.

We do have control of those systems, but
the Romulans possess advanced cloaking

technology. I can't guarantee the safety
of a colony ship. Not yet.

I want those colony ships dispatched.

If you cannot meet the deadlines, I can
oversee the operations myself.

With respect, Majan, you are needed
here.

I will not follow orders from you or
anyone else, General.

I have served your mother for many
years.

And I've served you as well, out of
respect for her.

But I will not have my hands tied by
impossible deadlines.

Two weeks.

Not a day more.

Dismissed.

One last thing, Lajan.

About the boy.

What of him?

He spent the evening in your bedchambers
again.

What business is that of yours?

Does he know the truth?

He knows enough.

The neurosis.

There's a secret that you do not know
you are keeping.

I suggest you do not concern yourself
with matters that are none of your

business.

It would be unfortunate if you were to
learn the truth.

Very unfortunate.

Cacus, come.

Yes, sir?

You are greater than any great one,
Caicus.

Remember that.

I will.

I told you not to order that piña
colada.

I guess I lost my stomach again.

Well, you did have four of them.

You were out the rest of the afternoon.

I missed the convergence again.

It's all right.

Gave me some time to catch up on my
reading.

After we submit the report to the
Admiral, I promise to make it up to you.

What do you have, gentlemen?

The probe is ready.

We've equipped it with a tricobalt
warhead. Good work.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, we were hoping to get back to our
honeymoon.

It was cut short.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I have orders
for you.

We're sending out two ships on a
surgical mission to destroy that

I need you to oversee the slipstream
drive.

We've equipped General Korg's flagship,
the Rakag, with one, and we're putting

the other one on the Odyssey.

Ro, you'll be on the Odyssey.

Aster, the Rakag.

Commander Talor is already on the
Odyssey, supervising the installation of

cloaking device.

She'll be an observer.

Get your gear and report by 1700 hours.

Aye, sir.

When you get back, you can have all the
vacation time you want.

Mr. Aster, Captain Shelby has granted
you extended leave from your engineering

duties on the Excelsior.

You've certainly earned it, gentlemen.

Dismissed.

Two weeks there, two weeks back.

Okay, so we can be back on rise then,
just over a month.

That's not so bad.

A month, then just us.

What time is it?

1630.

We could do it, you know.

We've done it before.

Computer, habitat level 12.

Oh, Corey Nevin, I thought I'd find you
guys here. Hi.

I'm so excited. I just heard the news.

They're putting slipstream drive on the
Odyssey.

Now, if I wasn't up to my neck in
personal assignments, I'd offer to give

guys a hand.

News travels fast.

That's very kind of you, but, uh...
Well, I suppose I do have a few minutes.

We could go over power distribution,
hardpoint, slipstream, threshold

We really need to pack. We just have a
few weeks, and then it's off to Risa.

Sure, of course. But, you know, just in
case, I did up this reference chart

based on some of Wesley's slipstream
research. Thank you, Commander.

That was really thoughtful.

Because, you know, a lot could go wrong.

We'll be careful.

Good luck, Cory.

I'll see you in a month. Thanks,
Commander.

All right, okay.

Bye. Bye.

It's time.

1640. We've got ten minutes.

A month is too long.

I don't want to see your molecules all
over the slipstream, so don't even think

about beaming over.

Shuttle? Not a chance. Grab a metric
here.

I love being married to an engineer.

I love being married to a science
officer.

I know you talk too much during sex.

Hey, you started it.

I'm just going to shut up now.

How are we going to explain to the
captain that we missed the 1650

The truth.

Right.

What, do you think I'm kidding?

I think you better let me do the
talking.

I think you should let me handle this.

Why is that?

Because neither of you are likely to
impress the captain if you say what

planning.

How betazoid of you.

Lieutenant Maya Stoddy, Chief of
Security at your service.

A pleasure.

Since you already know who we are, I
suppose a formal introduction is

unnecessary. Not at all. I wasn't
reading your mind. Your body language

all. In that case, Lieutenant Commander
Roe Nevin, Science and Slipstream

Specialist.

Lieutenant Commander Corey Astor. I'm
just here for the day.

A shame.

I'm rather looking forward to the
Odyssey.

Allegiance class.

She's a beauty.

In fact, there she is now.

The stealth heals faster.

Not when I'm done with her.

Lieutenant Maya Stoddy. Reporting as
ordered, sir. Lieutenant Commander Ro

Nevin. Lieutenant Commander Corey Astor.
I'm just here for the day. You're late.

Sonic shower malfunction.

I don't want to hear it, Lieutenant.

Romulans and Klingons are dying right
now.

They've asked for our help, and we are
not going to let them down.

Yes, sir.

What was that?

Yes, sir.

Commander Stephen Connor, XO.

Captain T 'Lek is in a tactical meeting
with some of our allies.

Stoddy, that was the meeting you were
supposed to be in ten minutes ago.

Conference room. Now.

Aye, sir.

Subcommander Talora is waiting for you
boys in engineering.

Aye, sir.

Dismissed.

You didn't connect the secondary
intermix buffer correctly, Ensign. You

have to do it again.

Yes. Sorry, ma 'am.

If the warhead signature isn't properly
matched, the cloak will be worthless.

It won't happen again, Commander.

Ah, gentlemen.

I was wondering, when you get here, we
have a lot of work to do.

Commander Astor, I've read all about
your work. It's such an honor.

I'm Ensign Joshua Gillen. Astor, I need
you to reconfigure the sensor relay to

work with the new cloak.

Ro, Mr. Gillen will need your help with
the slipstream.

Commander, may I have a moment?

Commander, I understand that you are the
expert in this field.

But you are an observer, correct?

That's right. Your point?

I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I have
nothing but respect for your service

record. But I am the ranking Starfleet
officer, and I need you to follow the

chain of command.

I have been given the full backing of
your superiors in this matter,

This is a Romulan cloaking device, and
I'm the one most qualified to instruct

its installation.

Is there a problem here?

Captain. What's the status of the
integration?

I was trying to... Mr.

Rowe is in charge here.

Go ahead, Commander.

We're looking at 11 to 12 hours,
assuming we don't have any problems with

cloak. There won't be.

The sooner, the better.

That will be all.

If you don't mind, I have work to do.

Tell of the storm -tossed man, O muse,
who wandered long after he sacked the

sacred citadel of Troy.

Captain T 'Lek, you were charged with an
equally difficult task.

For the good of our allies, for the good
of our future, we wish you Godspeed in

your mission to sack the ability of our
enemy to wage war and restore peace to

us all.

Congratulations, Captain. The ship is
yours.

Congratulations, Mr. Rowe.

I only regret I was unable to attend
Captain Nashta's passing rite.

He was an honorable warrior.

He would have been proud to hear you say
that, sir.

Mr. Asser, I shall see you under the
cock.

Aye, sir.

Blah, Rowe and Nevin.

Prepare for departure.

I guess I better get going.

Transfer to room.

Right.

You be careful with those Klingons.

And remember to avoid the Gox.

I'll be fine.

You keep an eye on that Romulan woman.

I think you're going to have your hands
full.

I think I can handle Talora.

I'll see you in a few weeks.

Odyssey to Ricard.

Prepare to receive one.

Clear all moorings.

Moorings are clear.

All stations have reported in.

Engineering. One quarter power to the
impulse engines.

Aye. Impulse power online.

Power is available through warp and
slipstream velocities.

Thank you, Chief.

Take us out, Mr.

Wozniak. Aye, sir.

We're clear, Captain.

General Korg is signaling to move into
position.

Helm, lane a course for Andromeda.

Prepare for maximum slipstream velocity.

See you on the other side, Captain.

Safe journey, General.

Engage on my mark.

Three, two, one.

Mark.

Time to eat, Mother.

You are a good girl, Sarah.

But you should not be here.

Your place in my absence is leading our
people in the new frontier.

But who will care for you?

Vito has been my trusted servant long
before you were born.

General Morig, you is more than capable.

Do not worry, child.

I am dying.

And you must lead our people now, so
they will accept you when I am gone.

Tomorrow you join General Morrigan.

Yes, Mother.

Commander, let's try not to destroy our
means of getting home before we actually

get there. It is not my fault your
interface is making it impossible to

with the slipstream harmonics.

Romulan design is much more efficient.

Omega decay report, Chief.

Thank you, Mr. Rowe.

I'll be back at 2200 after dinner with
the command staff.

I know it must be hard being here on a
Federation ship.

Sympathy. Is that your new tactic,
Commander?

I couldn't help but hearing your
frustration.

You can keep your sympathy.

The sooner this mission is over, the
better.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, but I have
an obligation... We may be your allies,

and we may be in need of your...
assistance.

But Romulans were not meant to serve on
Federation starships or under Lieutenant

Commanders, no less.

It is an insult to my rank, and I have
work to do.

Are you all right, Commander?

It is none of your concern.

Are you Vaughn?

Commander, I didn't hear you come in.

If I didn't know you were a Romulan, I'd
say you were looking a bit green.

You didn't seem the type of space
sickness. Let's have a look.

Space sickness never seemed to bother me
before now.

You're not space sick, you're slipstream
sick.

I've had six other people in here
complaining of it.

Elevated heart rate, lung activity.

and neurocentiprine levels.

Being on a Federation starship probably
isn't helping.

Headache? Little.

I could treat you for the motion
sickness, but you'll have to get your

implant refocused when we get back.

How did you know I had an ocular
implant?

The elevated neurocentiprine levels tell
me two things.

One,

you're suffering from a connectivity
problem with the motion sensors in your

inner ear.

Two, it's the neurons in your implant
that are causing the headaches.

I've treated enough Romulans to know
that the implants are the most likely

culprit. The implants are rare, granted
only to those involved in critical

missions. Certainly a coincidence you
came across more than one Romulan with

this enhancement.

They're designed to be undetectable with
conventional scanning devices.

What else do you know about these
implants?

They're designed to improve your vision
beyond 20 -20, but are less concerned

with personal comfort.

I don't have the equipment on board to
refocus your implant, but I gave you

something for the pain.

Just be sure to get it sorted when we
get back to Deep Space 12.

When did you treat other Romulans?

I did my medical residency on Starbase
395.

Near the Romulan neutral zone.

The station commander often exchanged
personnel with the Romulan staging

during the wars.

My ship, the Vinnering, called there
many times during the war.

We probably crossed paths.

I was still in the Academy during the
Dominion wars, but perhaps during the

Tholian conflict.

We helped out where we could.

All this cooperation.

We are unaccustomed to outside
assistance.

The Romulan Empire has always been able
to take care of itself.

My ancestors fought hard to defend our
home when the English conquered Wales.

We didn't have the friends that you do
to help us, so Wales fell to the

There's no shame in asking your friends
for help.

Friends.

Humans use the word loosely.

Considering the alternative, I'm
reluctantly forced to agree.

This mission must succeed.

Status report.

We're five minutes from Arkansas.

The cloak is online and functioning
normally. I want to know the second we

be detected.

Parameters configured for the supply
ship.

Matrix at 98 % efficiency.

Let's give it a try.

Shouldn't we wait for Sub -Commander
Talora, sir?

It'll either work or it won't, Ensign.

Bring the Matrix on live.

Matrix stabilized, sir.

Bring us out of slipstream, Helm.

General Korg is signaling to begin the
attack.

Launch the probe.

Warhead is away.

ETA, four minutes.

Ready for departure, Sergeant Serum.

At your convenience, General.

All stations, stand by to enter the
wormhole.

Janone, move within range of the
gateway, and then hold for gateway

I've prepared your quarters, Serum.

Thank you.

Go there and wait for me.

Yes, Marjan.

Probe emissions are normal. Matrix at 97
% efficiency.

The probe is approaching the docking
zone.

We're in.

I think I've located the central power
plant.

Sending you the navigational data now,
Commander.

I have it.

Maneuvering the probe.

The probe is a bit sluggish.

Could be due to a lag in communication
through the gateway center.

Can you boost our signal?

Increasing the signal to higher bands.

General, I'm picking up communication
protocols in the alpha band.

We don't use those bands.

Trace the signal.

Right away, General.

The signal's coming from those
coordinates, about 100 kilometers from

gateway. But there's nothing there.

Unless... Unless it's cloaked.

Direct a wideband tachyon sweep at those
coordinates.

Now!

We're being bombarded with intense
tachyon birth.

The cloak.

Stable, but the Klingon cloak may not
be... Captain, the Rakog!

Cloak is offline.

Four enemy ships are headed this way.

Battle at last.

Now is not the time for battle. Our
mission is incomplete.

Elm, set evasive course.

We need to buy the Odyssey more time.

Fifty -five seconds to warhead
detonation.

Arkhan battleships approaching the Recox
position.

One Klingon battlecruiser.

They're not a match for us. How did they
get here?

Scan for others.

We'll intercept the Klingons in about
two minutes.

What is that supply ship doing near our
reactor core?

There's an energy buildup on that supply
ship. Destroy it!

Secure that reactor core. Now!

Three, two, one.

Negative impact. The probe detonated too
soon. The timing was perfect.

The Arkans destroyed it.

Number one shield damaged, General.

Rotating shields to compensate.

I can't bring the cloak back online.

Odyssey reports the probe has been
destroyed.

Time for a strategic retreat.

The cloak is offline.

They were able to trace the command
signals to our location.

Their battleships are splitting up. Two
headed this way. Sir, I've analyzed the

blast. The complex is vulnerable.

This may be our only chance to finish
this.

Helm? Take us in and prepare a full
torpedo spread.

Torpedoes won't penetrate the outer hole
in time, but a detonation of the

slipstream core might.

Their power plant operates on a
hyperdimensional energy source. The only

we have on board that operates on that
level... Right.

It's the only way.

We'll have to transport the core almost
on top of the power plant.

Bring General Korg up to speed, Stoddy.

Helm, take us in.

Auxiliary power generators on deck 12
have been destroyed, General.

Our slipstream drive has been damaged.
Warp engines are down.

Open a channel to the Odyssey.

We've been severely damaged, Captain.

It would seem both our crews are
destined for Stovokor this day.

Not both.

Take your ship through the wormhole.

No, Captain. Use our slipstream core
instead. It is useless to us. It won't

work, General. It has to be an active
core.

There's nothing more that you can do,
General.

Now go while you still can.

Good luck to you Odyssey.

Finish it, bro.

Finish it.

Transport the core.

We're detecting some transporter
activity.

Some kind of high -yield energy signal.

The core is damaged. I don't know how
long I can contain it.

Ejection systems are offline.

All hands, abandon ship.

Get us out of the system. Maximum
warmth. Power relays are fused.

They will have to be routed from
engineering, sir. Bridge to engineering.

Report.

The chief is dead, sir.

I need warp drive, Ensign. I need it
now.

Aye, sir.

Talora, I need that cloak.

I don't see how. It's fused in three
places.

Do what you can.

I want them alive.

They're not going anywhere with their
cloak and their warp drive damaged.

We will have them.

I need to operate right away.

What's your status, Gillen? Almost, sir.
The power transfer conduits are

slightly out of alignment.

We can't risk... Yes, we can. Bring it
online, Ensign.

Five more ships falling in behind the
four are already pursuing us.

We'd be better off chipping a large
black sheet over the hull.

Can you hand me the private banner?

Live plasma entrance. That's the one
with those little brown stickers you

like to put on everything.

That should do it. Activate the intermix
flow regulator.

Intermix chamber reading normal.

Go into bridge. Warp drive online.

Helm, maximum warp. Go!

They're getting away.

Pursuit course, pilot.

Engage engines.

They must be angry. Four ships
following.

Thalora, the cloak!

Two more, Mr. Rowe. Get it done!

Breaking it obviously isn't working.
Have you tried swearing at it? That

work either. There's a short in the
Matrix relay and I'm going to find it.

stay put.

With damage to the warp engines, we can
only maintain the speed for an hour.

Once they're in weapons range...
Understood.

Thalia, you have the bridge.

I'll be in sickbay.

Aye, sir.

I've done all I can.

Ro.

I'm sorry, son.

Sorry to have to do this to you.

Before you're ready.

Sir?

You are in command now, son.

Get this ship.

Get this crew home.

I will, sir.

Road to bridge, report.

Gravimetric distortion ahead, sir. We
can't pinpoint the source.

I'm on my way.

Engineering to bridge. The warp field's
becoming unstable.

I think it's the gravimetric shear.

I'm not sure how long the warp bubble
will hold.

Acknowledged, engineering.

Commander, we have a new problem.

Tell me something good, Stoddy. We've
got bad guys behind us, something scary

front of us.

Oh, and warp drive could fail at any
moment.

How's Connor?

Dead. I'm in command.

That was payback for my good news,
wasn't it?

We're approaching the gravimetric
anomaly.

I don't recommend we go in there at
warp.

There appears to be a large
concentration of singularities forming

anomaly. Gravimetric shear is
increasing.

Go to impulse, Lieutenant.

Take us in.

Maybe the Arkans won't follow.

They must be insane to go in there.

The singularity formation is known as a
Class 9 anomaly.

They'll be torn apart.

Their ship is more maneuverable.

Have our ships fan out around the zone.

We'll wait for them to come out.

This anomaly.

It seems to be a breeding ground for
black holes.

The computer is having difficulty
plotting a course through the

field. They're shifting position too
quickly for the computer to navigate a

course. Do it manually, Lieutenant.

Stoddy, are they still on our tail? No,
they're not following us.

They're circumnavigating the field,
positioning themselves on all sides. The

Arkhan flagship is now directly ahead.

Waiting for us to come out.

Course, Captain.

We're not going back.

New singularity to port.

Helm, evasive course.

Structural integrity down to 72%. We
can't stay in here much longer, sir.

to Talora. What's your status?

I'm tracking down a break in the Matrix
relay. I can only give you a partial

cloak right now. Unless I find the
source of that break, your cloak is

worthless as a Riemann politician.

How much time?

Five minutes.

Hull buckling on deck 31.

You've got three minutes. Helm, ahead
full out of the anomaly.

Black hole dead ahead.

Sir, if we reverse full and hard to
port... No, maintain full speed.

Hard to starboard.

Excellent news, Machan.

They're leaving the anomaly, and they're
headed right for our grim.

Ready a tractor beam. Have boarding
parties standing by.

We're clear, Captain.

Engineering, bring the warp core back
online.

Helm, prepare to go to maximum warp.

Talora, you're out of time.

Engineering, now.

Cloaking device.

Full tachyon sweep.

I've got nothing.

Alex, sensor shows system five light
years away, sir.

Alter course.

We'll make repairs there.

Aye, sir.

You all did well.

Under extreme circumstances.

Especially our engineering team.

Mr. Gillen, Sub -Commander Talora, your
cloaking device saved us all.

But our present safety is where the good
news ends.

We've lost half of our command crew,
including our captain and first officer.

Dr. Vaughn, I need you to coordinate
funeral arrangements with the ship's

counselor.

Sorry, Captain, the ship's counselor
didn't make it.

On your own, then.

We are all on our own out here.

Starfleet may send a ship, and they may
not.

The arc and threat to our homeworld is
over, for now.

But we are deep into enemy territory,
with no present means to get home.

And that is a sobering prospect.

I cannot replace the captain, or the
first officer, or the ship's counselor.

But per Starfleet protocol, I will take
over for them.

And with that authority comes the
authority to make this crew whole again.

Ensign Gillen, your chief engineer.

Subcommander Talora, your first officer.

I need you to fill these roles.

This crew needs us.

As for the ship's counselor, we're all
going to have to help each other out in

that regard. What will we do now, sir?

Where do we go from here?

We'll have to stay near Arkham Space for
now.

If Starfleet sends a ship, this will be
the first place they look.

But we can't count on a rescue.

We have to start fending for ourselves.

Finding resources.

Making allies.

To continue our mission.

Starfleet's mission.

So bold.

So noble.

Did you have something to add,
Commander?

We are half a crew.

And of that, half just out of the womb.

Now is not the time to be pursuing noble
missions of peace and exploration.

There is no Starfleet out here. No
Federation ideals.

I suggest we start playing our full
hand.

Your suggestion is noted, Sub
-Commander.

You all have your orders.

Begin repairs immediately.

Dismissed.

A moment, Sub -Commander.

I welcome your opinions.

I value your experience in combat and
your decorated service to the Romulan

Empire.

But don't question my authority in front
of the crew again.

Do we have an understanding?

Aye, aye, Captain.

Dismissed.

Enter. I've reorganized the security
department.

Instead of four ships of 30, there's
three ships of 20.

Everybody else who's not dead got
assigned to damage control.

Thanks, Maya.

Do you mind me calling you that?

You're the captain. You can call me you
Scallywag if you like, sir.

I forget sometimes.

Don't forget in front of Talora.

She'd be happy to take command and start
overthrowing governments to forge a new

empire on her own.

You didn't get that from reading her
body language, did you?

Not this time.

You know, Maya, we can't just go
throwing out our values like that.

Don't do that again.

Do what, sir?

Reading her mind like that.

We can't throw out Starfleet now that
we're on our own.

But she's right, you know?

We need to find the right balance.

Breaking Talora's private thought.

We're not there yet.

We need to be on the lookout for
deterium and antimatter.

Something tells me the Arkans aren't
just going to drop off a tanker when

running low.

And we burned up a lot of fuel on the
way over.

Sir?

Yeah?

Do you think we'll get back?

We're Starfleet, Maya.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

Do you believe that?

I want to.

I want to see Astor again.

Dismissed.

Personal log.

Star date.

6 -1 -1 -2 -5 -point -8.

I am the Stormtop's man.

But unlike the great Odysseus...

I've got thousands of Trojans at my
back.

Marooned in this strange place.

How long will we wander before we find
our way home?

Will Corey be there?

Will he recognize me?

I have to try.

I owe it to the crew.

I never thought I would pray to a
prophet, and yet I find myself calling

prophet so far away.

May the wind be at our backs, vigor in
our hearts, and luck on our side.

And so the journey begins.