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Long ago, star fleet academy

took the finest minds, hearts and spirits

of every generation and taught them

to be lifelong explorers of space...

Our final frontier.

Then, one day, fate handed
us an unimaginable loss.

The burn.

And it all went away.

- Okay, Caleb.
- I need to make sure you know it.

- Again.
- Nah-ru, xela, bhak, Cali and squill.

That's ours.

Our secret code.

Yours and mine. Forever.

- You promise?
- Promise.

Okay, let's do moons now.

What's that one right there? Right there.

It's your name all mixed up.

You're an is ha. That
moon is called ishaani.

That's right. Isn't she beautiful?

Of course.

One day, when we have our own ship,

we are going to go visit

- sol III, which is also called...
- Earth. -Earth.

That's right.

We'll find a home one day.

You, me and scrap.

Right, scrap?

Yes, Ms. Anisha.

Mama, why are we
here? Who's that man?

Sweetheart, that man
that we came here with,

that man is named nus
braka, and he was very good

at helping me find food
when food was hard to find.

But he wasn't good

at telling me how he was gonna do it.

He's a pirate.

Mama, if you stole it, it's okay.

You know... We'll always be together.

Always.

Please stand and show us your hands.

Come on.

It's okay.

It's okay.

All personnel, prepare
for level three sandstorm.

Hey! Hey!

- It's okay.
- Hello, darling.

Malnutrition really brings
out your cheekbones.

- Hey, - hello, little fish.
- He can't hurt you.

- Here, look at me... look at me.
- You got innocent people like me

on the end of a tether,
while the federation

sits on its bloated ass!

Mr. Braka, stop talking.

Facts are facts.

You brought down a
federation supply vessel

and murdered the shuttle
pilot to steal food rations.

No, the facts are:

A woman was starving,
and I had a solution.

Not an idea, not good
intentions, a solution.

- Braka, shut up.
- You turned a woman

desperate to feed her
child into your accomplice,

and now an officer's dead.

The 12th this year at the
hands of the venari ral.

As ranking officer on-site,
it is my duty and pleasure

to tell you that you will be spending

the rest of your life in a
federation penal colony.

Anisha mir, what would
have been a charge of theft...

became felony theft
with the death of that pilot.

I'm sorry.

You will be placed -in
a rehabilitation camp.

What?

You said you'd help me.

I have. It's not prison.
You'll have visitation rights.

That's as far as I could get them.

Whoa-ho-ho!

A federation officer died, Ms. Mir.

Man, unbelievable... What's
gonna happen to my son?

He'll become a ward of the federation.

God, no.

I'm so sorry.

No! Caleb, listen to me!

Don't trust them! Just trust me!

- Trust our moon!
- Bye, bye, mommy.

I love you!

Mama?

Caleb, I love you!

Bye, bye.

You hold on to how much

- you hate me right now, kid.
- Get him out.

It'll keep you warm at night.

- Get him out now.
- While you sleep with

their boot on your neck!

This is a sham!

You call this justice?!

This is not justice!

Thank you.

Caleb, my name is Nahla.

I... I can only imagine that you're scared.

Have you ever been away
from your mom before?

I know this school with this big, big field.

It's called little blooms, and it's on bajor.

Have you ever been to school before?

Well, this is a good one.

Plenty to eat... Lot of other kids.

Kind people.

I'm going to make
sure you and your mom

see each other again really soon, okay?

You'll be safe.

You won't be alone.

I promise.

Caleb?

I promise, okay?

I left my bear.

I'll be right back.

Please take me to Caleb.

Please take me to Caleb.

No, no, no.

Please take me to Caleb.

Captain Nahla ake confirmed.

Portal breached, holding room two.

Portal breached, holding room two.

Closing portal.

Facility lockdown.

- Find him!
- Facility lockdown.

Facility lockdown.

Shuttle teracaq, we
are tracking your descent

into the v'rilik penal colony.

Copy. Scanning prisoner
1174 for processing now.

Prisoner name Caleb mir, age 21.

Age eight... petty theft,

age 12, destruction of property, age 14...

- vandalism, age 18...
- Hey!

- Illegal trading.
- Are you dead or alive?

Age 20... transport -of illegal materials.

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

I said, "are you dead or alive?"

Answer me.

Yes. Shit. Shit. Yes, alive.

You've been busy.

Hell of a résumé.

I got an early start.

Any other thoughts,
you thieving bastard?

Yeah, I got one.

What's that?

Security breach. Prisoner's unsecured.

Repeat, we have a breach.
Our prisoner's not secure.

The prisoner's not secure.

Computer, locate nearest
federation subspace relay.

Search rehabilitation
centers, prisoner an is ha mir.

Subspace relay located.

Beginning search.

Warning, unstable flight path.

Warning, unstable flight path.

Warning, unstable flight path.

Warning, unstable flight path.

Impact imminent.

Engine offline.

Restarting.

Restart...

Engine on line.

Woo-hoo!

Search complete.

Anisha mir has not been
found in any known database.

No, no, no! Try again!

Try again!

Tractor beam locked.

Prisoner Caleb mir,

you are being tracked and targeted.

- No, no, no, no!
- Disengage weapons

and flight controls, or
you will be destroyed.

So destroy me!

Prepare to be remanded
to a detention facility

for work rehabilitation, prisoner mir.

I am not your prisoner!

You are messing with the
most sacred of institutions.

No, sir. No, ma'am. Not on my watch.

Okay, let's hear it:

"I'm sorry for purloining your ice cream

on ice cream day."

"Purloining" means "stealing."

Jax, if you did the thing, you fess up.

That way, you can negotiate your terms.

Wait, wait, wait, no, no,
tiny people, come back here.

Fess up. Fess.

- I fess.
- Really?

- I fess.
- You both fess?

That is so good.

Ice cream, ice cream!

Well, you may have left star fleet,

but that was some serious diplomacy.

Yeah, well, in my 422 years,

I've learned a thing or... five.

It's been such a long time.

Hiya, Charlie.

- Nahla.
- Look at you.

Want some ice cream?

Of course.

And whatever you're here for, admiral,

the answer is no.

Well, we're recommissioning
star fleet academy

in San Francisco.

Wow, I thought

the federation put all its
chips on the war college.

It's been a hundred years.

Now that the burn is finally behind us,

it's time to rebuild.

I want you to be chancellor.

With a full reinstatement
of your commission.

Anyone here a captain
who resigned in disgrace?

Wait. That's me.

A captain who resigned

because we separated
a mother and child.

I separated them.

You didn't have a choice.

No, here's the thing.

I did.

I could have refused, pulled
some kind of bait and switch

with the prosecution,
taken the heat later.

It wouldn't have changed anything.

We were in triage. Starfleet
wasn't making any exceptions.

Separating children from
their parents isn't exceptional,

it's reprehensible.

So you resigned

because you still remember
how the federation used to be

and felt we weren't
living up to our principles.

Don't... make me pure of heart.

- A lot of people agreed with you.
- Well, you didn't.

I was dead wrong, Nahla.

Now, these kids are
inheriting a broken world

they did not create but have to clean up.

There's no one more suited to help them.

You're part lanthanite, you
were there centuries ago

when star fleet was at its best.

You can show them
what that really means.

I give you my word,
building a future for these kids

is the mission now. The only mission.

- That's why...
- Don't say it.

You became a teacher.

You said it.

I can't.

I won't make promises
to more kids I can't keep.

Sorry, Charlie.

We found Caleb mir alive.

Maybe it's not too late for
you to keep your promise.

Where?

They're holding him in a torothan prison.

The kid's been on
the run this whole time.

On your feet.

Take that thing off him now.

Careful, he's a biter.

And his cuffs.

Your funeral, star fleet.

So, they said you hacked
the imperial security system.

I'm thinking you used
programmable matter...

I know my shit.

What do you want?

You have a one-of-a-kind mind,

yet here you are, wasting away.

Like you had nothing to do with it.

You know what the
torothans do to thieves?

Cut off your fingers one
at a time, then your hands,

then they'll make you
dig tunnels with your wrists

for the rest of your very brief, sad life.

I won't be here that long.

Yeah?

Gonna make another break for it?

Not so sure you'll get as far this time,

but you're a smart kid.

Let's see, the coast is clear.

Okay, hop to it, pal.

How about this? I turn
away and close my eyes.

What do you want?

When you and your
mother were separated...

separated? Is that what you tell yourself?

That isn't what I tell myself.

I tell myself we made a horrible...

catastrophic decision

that robbed you and
your mother of a future.

So I quit,

and I've been looking
for you every single day

for the last 15 years.

Toroth signed a, a
treaty... With the federation

that allows low-level offenders

to commute rehabilitation
sentences into service.

Define "service."

Starfleet academy.

They asked me to be chancellor.

Come with me.

This conversation feels so familiar.

You know the last thing
my mother said to me?

"Don't trust them."

Yeah.

Your mother broke
out of prison a year ago.

What?

No, no, no.

No, no, she would have... Reached out?

If she's alive, I'll help you find her.

But this is the only way.

We go.

Together.

You'll need a regulation haircut.

Never happening.

Cool.

I'm not a sheep.

- Yeah, yeah.
- This is star fleet six

requesting permission to dock.

Starfleet shuttle six,
this is Athena command.

We are locking you for rendezvous

and docking you at shuttle bay seven.

Acknowledged, Athena command.

Releasing manual. You have the conn.

That... thing is taking us to the school?

That is the school.

Greetings, chancellor.

Welcome, cadets, to the USS Athena.

This is where your star fleet
academy journey begins.

Classes will be held here on board

and at the campus located on earth

in beautiful San Francisco.

Class registration is now open.

We're happy to have you.

Fixing complete. All better.

Attention, all personnel,
the mess hall is now open.

Make sure to visit

because sometimes hanger
is the greatest enemy of all.

Commander lura thok, chancellor.

Welcome to the Athena.

Pleasure to meet you, number one.

- Would you care to see the bridge?
- Please.

- This way.
- Thank you.

Everyone accounted for?

The final group of
cadets is being processed.

Ready to set course for San Francisco

- on your order.
- Excellent.

Your quarters were rebuilt
to your specifications,

and your library was
transferred from bajor.

Actual books. Impressive collection.

Thank you.

Nope.

I'm not wearing a uniform.

First year, were you
instructed to jettison your gear?

No.

Who do you think you
are speaking with, boy?

You are in the presence of lura thok,

daughter of asmaret from
the klingon house of dak'hatas

and the jem'hadar lineage of kah-baj.

Your only reply is "no, cadet master."

Sorry, cadet what?

Lower deck latrine duty!

Six months as intraspecies vomit monitor

and 200 push-ups.

Now! I said now!

Right now! On the floor!

Up, down, up.

You.

Here. Over here now. Let's go.

Cadet kraag, drop your
gear on this idiot's back.

Yes, idiot, bag, back.

- Apologies.
- No apologies.

I see you declared early.

Molecular biology and
regenerative therapies.

"Do no harm" is not a phrase
you hear a whole lot in klingon.

And why do you not yearn

for the honor of a Valiant death in battle

like the rest of our kind, cadet kraag?

Be... because I yearn

for a Valiant life, cadet master.

How many more?

Stand, cadet mir.

Both of you, upstairs

to the regulation appearance arches,

and then to medical for your physical.

Move!

Have a great first day at school.

I must say, commander,
you're an inspiring educator.

Thank you, chancellor.

I am Jay-den kraag.

Caleb mir.

Hey, so, is vomit
monitor a real thing here?

Pardon me.

You may be the first.

Division?

Sciences.

Step through.

Division?

I'm... Undeclared. Step through.

Motherf...

Next.

That would be you, pouty.

Yeah, no, no, no, no, I don't need a-a...

Holy parasite.

Where did you come in contact
with orillian lung maggots,

and what are they doing
in your lower bowel?

- Do you bathe in a bog?
- What?

Sorry to say, I've healed you.

Now, no more bogs,
and keep a close eye

on your bowel movements
for the next three days.

Call me if anything moves.

Actually, don't. Next.

I think I swallowed my com badge.

- Already?
- Yeah.

Tricorder.

Medical tricorder.

Don't be a baby. Next.

Captain on the bridge.

All ship's primary systems
operating within nominal ranges.

Impulse engines on line.

Warp drive preclearance
check complete.

All Alpha-shift crew
and personnel in position.

The ship is yours, captain ake.

Thank you, number one.

Lieutenants dandrid... Thriss... Atlee.

Haile.

Ya.

And ensign weldu. I read your files

and look forward to
getting to know you all.

Lieutenant rork will be
our academic liaison.

She'll make sure we don't
miss any teachable moments

along the way.

What's our eta?

15 hours to earth at
maximum warp, captain.

Good. Everybody, back to work.

Have a seat.

Aye, captain.

- Bioscans confirmed.
- Welcome, captain ake.

Please enter your comfort settings.

Command station settings confirmed.

Thank you, computer.

Anytime, captain.

Lieutenant atlee, open
ship-wide and on-screen, please.

Channel open, captain.

Morning. I'm captain Nahla ake,

chancellor of star fleet academy.

If you'd told me 24 hours ago

I'd be saying those words, well...

the truth is, I'm surprised.

And so...

we begin.

Ad astra per as per a.

"Through struggle, the stars."

Your generation, more than any other,

knows how true that is.

Some of you are here for your families,

some for yourselves.

Some of you are the first of your species.

Some, the last.

But you are all the first academy class

to return to our campus in San Francisco

after more than 120 years.

I know many of you
have never been to earth.

This will be a beginning, one of many.

There, you will learn
the skills that shaped

our greatest officers.

Officers who began their
journeys at star fleet academy

and went on to become legendary.

Like them, you will learn
to dream without limitations.

But you'll also be getting an education

of a different kind aboard this vessel,

the Athena, named for
the goddess of wisdom.

Our ship, where you will live and train,

will become a vital part of
our campus in San Francisco,

and, when called, she will
carry us out into the stars

so that all the galaxy can
become our classroom.

We will ask you to
give more of yourselves

than you knew you had.

But one thing is for sure.

Whatever challenges came before today

led you to this moment.

And now you decide if they define you.

It's time to build the future.

My chief medical officer.

How we doing, doctor?

I'm pleased to report all cadets' physicals

and vaccinations are complete, captain.

They're springy little zygotes.

We're ready to go on your order.

Lieutenant dandrid, unclamp moorings

and initiate dock clearance maneuvers.

Aye, captain.

All right, people.

Let's go to San Francisco.

Retracting transways
and initiating induction.

Activating enhanced internal sensors.

In five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

The philosophy society
invites you to join them

for deep thoughts in the
Athena observation room.

Hi.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- I like your...
- Excuse me, excuse me,

- excuse me, excuse me.
- Bonjour.

Hello.

Buongiorno.

Buong...

You speak tamza?

One of my favorite dead languages.

Mine, too.

I'm Genesis.

Nice to meet you.

I'm Sam. Are we friends now?

That depends.

What's it gonna cost me?

You know, I assume there's
yearly membership fees,

basic dues, tithes and offerings.

You're giving your
friendship away for free?

What a Mark. I'll take it.

Like this.

You were messing with me?

Indeed, I was.

So, do you have a
favorite earth restaurant

or landmass or volcano?

I've never actually been to earth before.

Or any planet.

Ever?

I'm dar-sha on my dad's side.

So I grew up moving with
him from starbase to starbase.

Well, I've never been to earth either.

A relatable life experience for us both

which can lay the groundworks
to a bond of mutual affection.

No, I am sorry.

- No apology needed.
- You okay? Sorry. -Yeah.

Wow, i-I'm sorry.

So... who are we spying on?

Please return them.

- Nah, don't think so.
- Hey.

Really, you want to pick a
fight with a klingon on day one?

- Depends.
- Can we knock it off?

Yeah.

Your challenge holds no value for me.

- Yeah?
- Does for me.

The asshole always pops up early.

Maybe I just tag your
ear to warn everyone.

And what are you, his attack dog?

Bow wow.

You pissed you had to leave

the servants at home or something?

They wipe your ass for you
like your friends here do?

I'm the first khionian
to make it to star fleet.

Gonna be a captain.

You ever mattered enough
to be first at anything?

I'm about to be the
first person in star fleet

to make a khionian cry.

- Do it, then.
- Do. Not.

Why am I receiving reports

that everyone's cat echo la mine
levels are spiking?

You're all suddenly in a
stress hormone bouncy house.

Whatever you're doing, stop it.

All cadets are requested

to report immediately to sato atrium

for club activities registration.

Shoo.

And don't forget to stop
by the opera club booth.

Singing makes you breathe.

Breathing is stress management.

They resist at their own peril.

Do you know who that was?

Come on.

- Where are we going?
- Exploring.

Okay.

They're cool.

I watch birds.

M-My mother... she taught me

to see the beauty in things.

Nice.

"A warrior does not "let a
friend face danger alone."

All cadets, you are
officially out on your own.

It's time to experiment...
with electives, that is.

You must select at least two

in your first semester, at least one

- in your second semester...
- You, sir...

Why not consider the opera society?

Murder, betrayal, suicide?

Just give it a try.

Anyone? No one?

Heathens.

No takers?

Soprano, mezzo-soprano or alto?

You're the emergency
medical hologram Mark one.

"Doctor" will suffice.

W-W-Wait-wait! I prepared a speech.

Greetings.

- Dear.
- I am series acclimation mil.

But in the interest of not
being mocked relentlessly

by my fellow cadets, I'm going with Sam.

Yes.

You're our first holographic student.

The first of our kind
created with the sole purpose

of reintegrating with organic life-forms.

I enjoy, normal teenage things

like hanging with friend groups, studying,

and reasonable acts of rebellion.

Well, you know,
occasional acts of rebellion.

Okay, there probably
won't be any rebellion.

May I ask, how long have you existed?

You may, thank you.

I was programmed to feel 17,

but I've only existed a little
over four months on kasq.

And kasq is a colony of holograms?

We prefer "photonics."

Doctor, I can't help noticing

you seem more mature than excepted.

I prefer "distinguished, professorial,

ruggedly sophisticated."

About 500 years ago, I
added an aging program

to my matrix to put organics at ease.

- Of course. As my new mentor...
- No, no.

Please tell me how
you exist around all this,

like, flesh and blood?

Sometimes I feel invisible.

But mostly awkward.

I don't think I was
programmed to be awkward.

That's not because
you're photonic, Sam.

It's because you're 17.

You're just beginning a
new phase of your life.

Tragically, the only way out

is through, then your
adolescent memories

will wake you screaming
for the rest of your adult life.

As you see, I'm no one's mentor.

But you were.

To voyager's crew, to the
children of the protostar,

to dal and murph and
captain gwyndala and...

your sensitivity calibrations are spiking.

Have I said something
inappropriate or, frightening?

My interactive subroutines
are functioning perfectly.

And I fear nothing.

I do, however, encourage
you to join the opera club.

We're starting with il
trovatore, "di quella pira."

It's miraculous.

I bid you adieu.

Bye.

Communication subsystem override.

Access granted.

Again.

Nah-ru, xela, bhak, Cali, squill.

That's ours.

Our secret code.

Yours and mine.

Nah-ru, xela, bhak, Cali, squill.

Frequency secured.

Messages?

No messages received.

Mom, are you getting these?

I've looked for you in so many places,

left so many messages.

I'm going to earth.

We were gonna see it together.

Remember?

Mom, I'm afraid for you. They...

They said you'd gotten free.

They're probably just saying that

- to mess with my head.
- Hi.

I'm pretty sure hacking
an instructor's console

is a code violation.

You gonna rat me
out or shake me down?

I want to learn how to kill
a man with a toothbrush.

You were in prison, right?

That's the rumor, anyway.

Teach me in exchange for my silence.

I'm also gonna need
someone to cover all of my shifts

on the duty roster,

probably someone to
dress me in the morning.

And I want all of my food pre-chewed

and spit into my mouth like a baby bird.

- Please.
- Can't do it.

Don't have a toothbrush.

You should.

Don't have anything.
Don't plan on staying.

Then what are you worried about?

You are wound very tight.

I don't want anything.

At the moment.

But I'll let you know.

You're not gonna rat me out?

For being gullible?

Definitely.

See you.

By the way,

that was really nice, what
you did for your friend.

He's not my...

Thanks.

Warp bubble is stable.

Unusual readings detected

approximately three minutes
from our current position.

Are, are you getting
these weird readings?

Aye. They're not making a lot of sense.

Captain, we're detecting
an anomaly ahead.

It could be an ion storm.

Gravimetric shear is off the charts.

- Your charts, maybe.
- Don't try me, boy.

I believe I may be able
to provide some context.

Talk to me, number one.

We're not far from the badlands, captain.

Subspace instability may be creeping in,

and we're the first to chart it.

These would make an
excellent practical study module

for the spatial harmonics lab, captain.

All right. Well, let's not
total the ship on our first run.

Helm, drop us out of warp, make
your speed maximum impulse.

Give it a wide berth, train
every sensor we've got on it.

Aye, captain.

Shouldn't we be experiencing

some of that off-the-chart shear,

even at this distance?

Captain, I'm picking up
sources of tachyon interference

100,000 kilometers to port.

12 contacts, incoming.

They tricked our sensors.

Red alert, raise shields,

target those contacts and take them out.

Get to the kids.

All hands to stations.

All cadets, you must
return to your quarters.

- This is not a drill.
- Keep moving.

Don't panic. Breathe.

Breathing is your friend.

- Go!
- Go on.

Go! This is not a drill.

Get to your dorms. Go! Move it!

Why are you jogging?

Get up those stairs!

What is that?

Programmable matter's
engulfing the entire ship.

It's a variant we've never seen before.

Activate backup holo-comms interface.

- Aye, captain.
- Helm,

- get us out of here.
- We've lost helm response.

Manual override initiated.

Helm not responding.

It's draining our power, captain.

Captain, it's the venari ral.

Fire full spread.

We can't. The programmable
matter disabled our turrets.

Target locked on us
at 320 degrees, Mark 2.

Emergency evasive.

Multiple systems overload, captain.

Primary power at 86% and falling.

All remaining power to forward shields.

- Open a channel to star fleet command.
- Shields at 11%

- and falling.
- This is captain ake of the USS Athena

calling star fleet command. Repeat...

Ten percent.

USS Athena under
attack by the venari ral.

- We're at nine. Eight percent.
- Damage to multiple decks, captain,

including crew quarters.

- Bridge to the doctor.
- Seven.

- Doctor, report.
- Six.

A little busy here, captain.

The explosion damaged
our emergency holo-emitters.

Medical staff is in short supply right now.

From what I can see,
there are multiple injuries,

both cadet and officers,
but no casualties.

Let me know if that changes.

If we can avoid another direct hit,

that would be super helpful.

No, no, no, no, no.

We got to get this plating off her.

Hey, careful, careful.

- Careful.
- Red alert!

Red alert! Red alert,

- red alert, red alert!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You don't have to say it.

Okay? That's what the warning's for.

- I've had a day.
- You're doing great.

Thank you, goodbye.

Got it? You got it?

No, no, no, we can't pull it out.

The internal damage will kill her.

We need a medical tricorder.

Emergency transport to sickbay.

Transporters are offline.

Computer, show me the closest medical.

There's a bio training
classroom on this deck.

We got to get her there to stabilize her.

I will stand.

You okay? I got you, I got you.

Slowly, slowly...

Are you dizzy?

Okay, we're gonna get
you to a medical bay,

and you're gonna be fine.

I know that sound.

I know it.

Cadet.

What are you doing?

Their programmable matter's resonating

on a specific frequency.

I can kill it, but I need a link to the bridge.

Computer, emergency lights.

Failure. Emergency lights not...

Does anyone have a flashlight?

Hi.

Hi.

Yeah, come on.

One step, just one step.

It's in lab mode. I can't
access the controls.

Override authorization
thok-gamma-6-1-6-pi.

Cadet Sam, code a hypospray

with a broad-spectrum
vaso-suppressant.

Cadet kraag, find the
tricorder and scan the wound,

tell me if there's any
major arteries involved.

If there's not, prepare to pull hard.

Cadet reymi, get me something to bite.

Power supplies fluctuating ship-wide.

Cadets and instructors in lockdown.

Incoming holo-transmission.

Patch it through.

15 long years,

but you look radiant as ever, captain ake.

Nus braka.

So many things I didn't
get to say when last we met.

For instance:

Time, with its infinite sense of humor,

will always fold upon itself
like an origami chicken.

Yeah, and this moment,

captain ake, this moment is that chicken.

In other words, payback's a bitch.

You're committing an act
of war against the federation.

Withdraw, braka.

Comandante braka, please.

And I don't recognize your authority to...

- Blow it out your ass.
- Charming.

I'm not a big believer in coincidences.

Yeah? Me neither.

Hi there.

Nus braka.

No, one of your passengers

sent a message on
an old venari frequency,

and it's a heart breaker.

Mom... are you getting these?

I've looked for you in so many places,

left so many messages.

I'm going to earth.

We were gonna see it together.

Tearing this kid away
from the only family he has

and then putting him
in one of your uniforms

reaches a level of
sadism not even I have.

Well, actually, there was that one time.

Well.

Je ne regrette rien!

That's French, kids.

You son of a bitch.

Cadets!

Stop that right now!

- I said knock it off!
- Hey, hey! Not now.

Idiots, get the bite stick.

- I'm sorry.
- Later.

Did you come for the cadet?

'Cause you can't have him.

Absolutely not. I'm a businessman.

I came for your warp drive.

Then you're a shit
businessman, 'cause it's too big

- for your ship.
- Very true,

but sold off piece by
piece, it's worth my time.

So I'm gonna need you
to clear all personnel,

including security, from engineering.

And then, since our
transporter's working just fine...

I'll pop over with a team
and break down your drive,

then we'll beam it off the
ship and, poof, flutter away.

I need ten minutes to clear
my people out of engineering

and override the biometric locks.

When you lie to me,
captain, I'll admit, it's hot.

Otherwise, the minute your
team touches our controls,

anti-tampering protocols will activate...

your guys will have to take
it apart bolt by stem-seal.

You could just... Rip it out, of course,

but your buyers aren't
gonna pay top dollar

for broken components, are they?

I want you the hell off my ship.

The sooner the better.

Just to state the obvious,

that posse you called is too far out.

So quit dicking around...

or your little ship becomes a tomb.

Did star fleet get our distress call?

Yes, captain, but braka's correct.

Discovery's undergoing a retrofit,

and the rest of the
fleet won't arrive in time.

- Options?
- We can't run,

we have no operational weapons.

The matter on our hull
is a proprietary design

and is now indistinguishable
from the ship,

at least from a sensor point of view.

Could it be removed manually?

No, it would take days, and
that assumes our systems

went operational again and
everyone wasn't in lockdown.

Nahla.

This is Caleb, can you hear me?

Cadet mir, you're to clear
this channel immediately.

No, no, no, no.

- Mir, go ahead.
- Their programmable matter's

integrating with our systems

to override our ship's functions.

Our sensors can't tell the difference

between that stuff on
the hull and the Athena,

- but I can fix it.
- How?

- Fast, mir.
- Same way I hacked the torothans.

All programmable matter has
its own atomic coefficient, right?

- Like a serial number.
- If I can get that number

from one of the disseminators
on the hull, I can set up

- a mirror primary key.
- No, captain,

corrupted programmable
matter is volatile.

It's worth five seconds' consideration.

- Mir, keep going.
- Then all I have to do

is neutralize the integration actuators.

Nobody survives here by playing it safe.

I'm not being compulsive.

It's a strategy.

Mir... You're gonna get one shot at this.

Let me know the second
you're ready to run the program.

On it.

Lieutenant ya, take us to academy mode.

That ought to buy us a little time.

Any particular course?

Ramcon six.

That's the fun one.

The vaso-suppressant will
temporarily reduce blood flow.

So, not so much blood,
which is great news.

It is working. Now or never.

- I prefer now.
- Found it.

- On three?
- On three.

Gently. Very gently.

One, two, three.

That's a lot of blood, actually.

We need to repair the internal damage.

You need a trained physician.

Cadet kraag, I am dead.

I go into battle to reclaim my life.

Your triage training begins today.

I cannot... Listen, boy, whatever shame

that you're trying to escape,

running now will only compound it.

You said you burn for life.

I said "yearn."

No matter. Now you will save my life.

Use your hands like the klingon you are.

Tell fear you refuse.

You've got it. You're good.

- Personal space.
- How are you planning

to break the frequency
isolation coefficient?

- Shit.
- I can scan all frequencies

to find the one we can
use to send the hack.

No, I always do this stuff alone.

Don't be an asshole, mir. She's faster.

If you want faster, climb out on the hull

and scan me a sample of active matter

so I can build it into the sequence

instead of running a
randomizing algorithm. Damn.

Copy that. I'll get an ev suit.

Wait, I was kidding.

You cannot take a suit.

Cadets cannot activate them alone.

A supervising officer must be
present and paired to the suit.

I can go.

I can go outside without a suit.

I've survived pressure
differentials up to 7,000 pounds

and temperatures as low
as -271 degrees celsius.

For how long?

Eight minutes.

You got a death wish?

How you gonna survive in
space without a damn suit?

Like I said, I'm khionian, bitch.

Mir, can you hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

Just keep the channel open.

Are we good?

- Good.
- Good.

Good. Okay, put this on your neck.

It'll pick up vibrations off your vocal cords

and I'll follow you from here.

Would you mind turning around?

- Why?
- I just...

I just don't want you
falling in love with me, girl.

I think we're safe.

Can you just turn around, please?

I'm picking up pockets of
heavy hydrogen gas outside.

It'll be like walking
through soup out there.

Are you sure you can
do this without a helmet?

Okay, you can turn around now.

Wow.

I like it.

Hey, good luck.

Airlock release in three, two, one.

I'm, heading towards the
port side of the saucer now.

Okay, darem, there's a disseminator

250 meters to port
near the shield emitter.

You talk like you've already had training.

Since I was two.

My father's a star fleet admiral.

Okay, glad you told me
before I asked you out.

Don't push it.

Main engineering's
been cleared, captain.

Venari are entering now.

I don't suppose there's any way

we could just eject them into space?

I'd love nothing more, captain,

but our transporters remain offline.

I can't beam them out.

Time to incoming star fleet ships?

45 minutes. Still too far.

Okay.

- Got the frequency.
- You did?

- Yep.
- That's great.

- Yep.
- I mean, I would've gotten there...

But there's another problem.

Once you have the
coefficients, you still need to send

the modification to every
piece of programmable matter

across the hull at the exact same time,

and the only way to do that
is through the main deflector.

Asshole one to asshole two:

How we doing?

Almost there.

Subject's body
temperature dropping rapidly.

He's not gonna make it
back to the airlock in time.

Computer, lock onto cadet reymi.

Get ready to transport
him to my location.

Transporters are offline.

Scanning programmable matter.

Can I have access to
primary tactical systems?

Access denied.

Command authorization required.

Thok-gamma-6-1-6-pi.

Commander lura thok,
voice authentication failed.

Come on, please, come on.

- Please.
- Hello.

Is anyone listening to
me? This is an emergency.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

I... I need command level access
to the primary tactical systems.

- That's not a medical emergency.
- It's about to be.

I am trying to save cadet reymi's life.

You should have said that first.

Doctor-delta-10-sigma-3-1.

Access primary tactical systems.

Primary relays severely
damaged at this station.

Where's the nearest functional station?

Athena atrium, level two.

Go get him.

Thank you.

Okay, darem, talk to me.

Almost done.

Scanning.

The atomic coefficient is...

Darem, you're breaking up.

Pull your shit together,
darem. You're khionian, bitch.

Algorithm encoded.

Hurts me to say this, man, but great job.

Bite me.

Caleb to ship. Central command.

Bridge. Location. Hello?

- Mir, go ahead.
- I finished the hack,

but I need deflector control to transmit it.

Auxiliary deflector controls

are near the airlock outside engineering,

which is currently
crawling with venari ral.

They'll stop you before
you even get close.

You'll need to follow my instructions.

The timing has to be perfect.

Okay, darem, listen up. New plan.

Move away from the
airlock towards the center

of the saucer.

I'm... Not g... I'm not gonna make it.

Darem, guys who die
heroically are a big turnoff

for me, so keep moving.

I can get past them

- if you just...
- Cadet mir, this is not up for debate.

You have your orders. Are
you capable of following them?

Yes, chancellor.

I'm trusting you, but
you have to trust me, too.

Now move.

In high-pressure situations,
positive reinforcement

is crucial to one's success, so, Jay-den,

I need you to know
you're doing a great job.

A-And also that a jem'hadar's heart

is inches from where your suture is

and you're about to Pierce it.

Okay, you want to approach

- through the left ventricle.
- Right.

Ready to close.

Just flagging that you need to keep left.

One more left.

Another left. Yeah, that's the one.

Four lefts puts me back where I started.

Yeah, this really has been a journey.

If I am going to bleed to death,

I require significantly less cheerfulness

in my final moments.

I hear you.

- Attempting signature lock...
- cadet reymi.

I got you... I got you.

Do not kill your instructor on day one.

- Get on with it.
- Ooh.

Cadet master?

Cadet master?

Dying really gets the blood pumping?

Ha!

You don't have to thank me.

Warp core detonation imminent.

All hands abandon ship.

What in deviled egg hell?

Your idiots just triggered a breach.

- I'm initiating core shutdown.
- No.

You're bluffing.

Get all crew to evacuation shuttles.

My scanner shows your core is cold.

Much as I love a good
game of origami chicken,

I'd get the hell out of
there if I were you, braka.

Warp core detonation
in ten, nine, eight, seven,

- six, five...
- Abort!

- Go now!
- Four, three, two, one.

Ramcon six simulation
program deactivated.

Have an excellent day.

Mir, you're on.

Loading protocol.

You know, I can always smell a lie.

Hi, little fish.

My, my, my, how we've grown.

You weren't wrong, you know?

Hating you did keep me warm at night.

Hate makes you a man, right?

However, I do sniff
just a hair of resentment

against our lovely captain ake.

Not enough to stab her
in her sleep, unfortunately.

Your mother would be so
disappointed in you, lazybones.

You know, it's a damn
shame what happened to her

on goja v after we broke out of prison.

Protocol initialized. Execute.

Never pick a fight with a klingarite, kid.

Protocol initialized. Execute.

What... did... you...
do... To my... mother?

- Protocol complete.
- Nice.

He did it, captain.

Nice, kid.

Shields and weapons restored.

Blow that ship to hell.

With pleasure, captain.

A teachable moment.

No! No!

No!

No! No!

We're home.

We'll always be together.

Always.

The hearing committee believes

that nus found us because you hacked

the ship's comms array

and endangered the
lives of everyone on board.

All of those things are
grounds for expulsion,

and they're all true.

What is also true is
that you took initiative

during a crisis,

put the lives of others before your own,

and demonstrated command potential.

So what?

So I cut you a deal.

Stay, you'll be restricted
to campus for 90 days

with 100 hours of menial labor...

or go.

Just go out there...

without your best chance
of finding your mother.

I had a son.

He was a cadet here.

His class was on a
ship when the burn hit.

Snap.

I've had over 120 years to think about

what I could have done
differently as a mother.

And every day I come back...

to the same answer.

I would have listened.

Not advised.

Not judged, not... Maneuvered.

You do a lot of that stuff to
protect your child, you know?

I would have listened.

No matter how hard
things were between us.

I'm not him.

I'm aware.

90 days.

100 hours.

Second chances.

I'll stay.

For now.

Don't screw it up.

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