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It's said if you move but one grain of sand,

you run the risk of altering history.

Yeah, see the galaxy they told me.

Travel to new worlds.

Get stuck at butt end of the universe.

What the...?

Hey, h-ho-how did you...?

Where's Kirk? Where can I find him?

I-- I don't understand.

Answer me!

Captain Kirk? Of the Enterprise?

He died.

Twelve years ago.

No!

How?

He died, saving the Enterprise and hundreds of refugees.

Saving?

Show me!

Sure.

Yeah, it-i-i-it's not like it's classified information.

- Working... - Here. L-Look.

He died saving hundreds of people?

Billions... billions of people...

entire planets.

I-I-I don't think there's been a single person who's had that kind of influence.

But he wouldn't save me.

I didn't wait forty years to be cheated.

Captain's Personal Log: Stardate 6712.4

As head of Starfleet Linguistics, my...

recent assignments have been most rewarding.

So much so I'm finding it hard to believe it's been forty years

since I was first assigned to the Enterprise

under Captain Kirk's command.

I should be elated to attend the ceremonies honoring his accomplishments,

but the memory of his passing twelve years ago is still very painful.

And it doesn't help that my dear friend Scotty is still missing...

or that Sulu is away in the Gamma Quadrant for the next three years...

or that McCoy and Spock won't be able to break away

from their negotiations with the Klingons.

All this has made me realize that something is...

missing in my life.

Perhaps, though, seeing some old friends and attending the dedication

of a very special ship is exactly what I need--

something we all need.

Well, as I live and breathe.

- Nyota! - Captain Uhura. Welcome aboard.

So how do you like our little ship?

Well, I must say, Commander Kirk...

it's beyond... amazing.

I agree. It's the perfect tribute to all who served aboard her--

especially Captain Kirk.

Thank you so much. Your-- Your presence here today really honors us.

This...

This almost makes me feel like a kid again.

It should.

The last time you sat in that seat, you were a kid.

Captain Chekov, as our special guest, if you wouldn't mind?

Go ahead. You know you wanna.

Captain Uhura.

Oh, thank you, no.

I've already put in my time.

John!

How good to see you again.

Looking beautiful as always.

Oh!

Charmer.

Hello Pavel.

Oh, sorry. I was just... remembering.

- Hello, Commander. I'm John Harriman. - Pleased to meet you.

So, what has it been...

six months since I've seen you last?

What can I say?

Starfleet Security is as full of red tape as any other department.

Tell me about it.

So what's happening with your promotion?

Politics, as usual.

It's been so long.

I'm thinking of retiring.

Was I being obvious?

A little.

I can't help it. I mean... they're living legends.

My uncle told me everything about them.

About your uncle...

Don't worry.

He made his own choices.

He lived and died exactly the way he wanted to.

I almost left Starfleet over that incident.

But Chekov was aboard the day your uncle died

and he and Uhura convinced me it wouldn't have mattered

who was sitting in the captain's chair that day.

And since then we've been the best of friends.

Status report.

We've received a code one distress signal

from an automated security beacon that's orbiting a planet

with the designation M-6-2-2.

M-6-2-2?

But that's...

A code one distress call and Starfleet's only ship is a museum?

A brave man once told me...

that risk comes with commanding a starship.

Helm, lay in a course.

Déjà vu... all over again.

Can't say I've missed this place.

Any life signs?

We do not need them.

Or those.

Charlie.

Charlie Evans?

The singing lady remembers.

You know this man?

We encountered him as a 17-year-old, but even then,

he had extraordinary mental powers.

This is better than I expected.

Your Captain didn't treat me very well.

I looked up to him, but he turned his back on me.

He let the Thasians keep me prisoner for 40 years...

alone.

Charlie...

you took over the ship.

He should've helped me.

Captain Kirk's responsibility was to his ship and crew.

Wait! You don't know what that structure can do.

Oh, but I do.

Earth!

What happened?

He has passed into... what was.

All that you knew has been altered. Has been altered.

The shuttlecraft still refuses to answer our hails, Captain.

We have the rebel vessel in our tractor beam.

Allow me the pleasure of destroying it.

Oh... typical Klingon. Act first, think later.

What do we gain by destroying it?

They are enemies of the Galactic Order.

Captain,

intelligence indicates this vessel might be the one we've been searching for.

This could be very good for you.

Capturing the Fox is sure to impress Curate Prime.

Man your station, tokhe straav'!

Leave the battle to the men.

Koval, you need to be more courteous toward Xela.

Why should I? She is a straav'!

Yes, but she's my slave.

You need to remember that.

Beam them directly to the bridge.

Is that wise?

Well, if you're afraid...

Weapons!

Beam them over.

Kittrick!

I'm so glad you could make it.

So at last, the Fox has been outfoxed.

Odd...

I always imagined you'd be shorter.

I'm surprised you had the courage to meet me face-to-face.

Oh, if I had my way, you'd be dead already...

terrorists like you...

Terrorists? We fight for our freedom!

Freedom.

What is freedom without security?

Nothing.

The Galactic Order provides that security.

Only through fear and violence.

Anyone who trades freedom for security...

deserves neither.

Well, I'm not going to have a philosophical debate with an anarchist.

The truth is, you're a traitor.

The Curate Prime demands your head.

I'll be the one who gives it to him.

We'll see.

How fitting that we should capture you today.

You will be a witness to the beginning of the end...

for all of you.

Take them to the brig.

Give them a full round of questioning.

With pleasure.

Children, you must remember: Logic is the only way.

Combining those techniques with Surak's non-violent confrontation methods.

Madam Uhura, do you require assistance?

N-No.

But thank you. I am well.

Advisor Stonn.

Would it be all right with you if we changed the subject of this discussion?

By all means.

Let us examine the old Vulcan adage:

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

I propose that that maxim is the most dangerous

and misguided belief that I have ever heard.

Perhaps we should postpone further discussion 'til our next session.

Madam Uhura,

I acknowledge the fact that you and Spock led

Vulcan's efforts to secede from the Galactic Order.

However, to-- to challenge one of our most time-honored precepts is highly illogical.

Who decides the needs of the many are more important than the needs of the few?

And more importantly, who gave them the right

to decide that in the first place?

Are you suggesting that needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many?

I'm suggesting that history proves it.

It's filled with groups who've decided

that their needs were more important than others.

The result?

Slavery.

Genocide.

You don't believe me?

Just look at the Galactic Order.

It was as I feared.

The transporter disabled some of the components.

Then we'll have to find another way.

We will my friend.

We will.

Madam Uhura.

Are you feeling well?

Of course.

Well, I may be just having a bad dream.

But I... I keep seeing images...

faces, like I...

I almost know them, but they're not quite recognizable.

I'm...

Perhaps it is the stress from the current state of galactic affairs.

Perhaps.

You should rest before your meeting with Spock this evening.

- Grandma! - Grandma!

Oh, my darlings. Oh, how good to see you.

- My wife. - What you've been up to?

Oh, husband.

Mother.

Sevar, my son, how good to see you.

Glad you could come. T'Liel.

Your suggestion worked mother.

The children have decided to make a list of possible names for their new Sehlat.

Oh, cooperation between the two of you. Now that's what I want to hear.

You can be most logical at times.

Of course.

And most illogical at others.

I'll assist the grandchildren.

I'll see you shortly.

You appear preoccupied.

No, it's nothing son.

I'm just a little tired, is all.

Would it have anything to do with the Ruling Council's stand

on the Galactic Order?

No.

It's...

Well, you may think me illogical,

but I still believe seceding from the Order...

It's not gonna get us anywhere.

And it's not gonna end here.

They pose little threat.

Their technology is considerably outdated...

and they rely mainly on fear, to which we are not susceptible.

They may still be using ships that are over forty years old,

but their weaponry...

is state of the art.

And I just heard

- that they've just created a new weapon - Mother!

- that is capable-- - We do not interfere with Curate Prime,

so they should not interfere with us.

You don't know that.

I'm sure the Council knows what it's doing.

The children are waiting. I'll join you shortly.

Captain, the Omega device is activated and ready.

Approaching the planet.

On screen.

Captain, our assault forces have completely obliterated their defense fleet.

All that remains...

is the final blow.

Not just yet.

Hold position at two million kilometers.

Two million kilometers. Aye, sir.

Vulcan.

Yes. A defiant planet about to serve as an example.

I thought you might be interested in its fate.

Why should I concern myself with Vulcan?

They refuse to take a stand.

They deserve their fate.

One is either an ally...

or an enemy.

And they refuse to be our ally.

Captain.

Why do you not fire?

Remember Curate Prime's orders.

You can't afford to incur his wrath.

I live to serve.

Fire!

Ah. Glorious.

Do you see what their neutrality and peaceful ideals got them?

None of you feeble little p'tak will ever learn.

You must dominate!

Or be dominated.

Captain, a number of vessels were able to escape.

Hunt them down?

No.

Let them go.

They shall bear witness to what happened here today.

Cunning.

Soon you'll be feared even more.

Now detecting one shuttlecraft among the debris field.

One Vulcan, one Terran on board.

Vulcans and humans together? Huh.

- Bring it on board. - Aye, sir.

Don't get too comfortable...

Vulcan.

As soon as the captain comes to his senses,

you, my friend, will be executed...

along with these other traitors.

Tuvok. Stonn and the children...

do you think they made it?

Do you believe that Stonn was able to get a ship?

Madam Uhura.

There were hundreds of shuttles leaving the planet's surface.

Knowing Stonn,

there is a high probability that he and your family were on one of them.

You see?

This kind of unprovoked genocide is precisely what we're fighting against.

We know who you are.

You kill to achieve your own goals,

just like those butchers of the so-called Galactic Order.

You're no better, sir.

We are nothing like the Order.

If we kill, it is to win our freedom.

It's empty rhetoric.

Killing is killing.

And you are pa--

You--

You are pathetic.

I won't be any party to it.

It's always the same.

We fight for them yet they condemn us.

Few understand what we do.

She's not like the Vulcan.

Her emotional state could present a problem.

I won't let them interfere.

Not with this mission.

Heed my words Vulcan.

We are breaking out of here.

Keep her calm...

or I will kill you myself.

Perhaps there is a way in which I can assist her.

I don't care what you do. Just do it quickly.

You have been my colleague and my friend.

Will you allow me to help you?

I grant you access, old friend.

- My mind... - My mind...

- to your mind... - to your mind...

my thoughts...

to your thoughts.

Time...

- Changing. - Yes.

Friends.

- Guardian! - Yes!

What did you see?

Tell me! Tuvok, what did you see?

A ship.

- Other crewmates. - Yes!

You're supposed to be helping her,

not confusing her with musty old Vulcan rituals.

Curious.

Locked inside your mind...

- are other memories, - Yes...

as though you've lived two distinct lifetimes.

Yes!

That's it!

Back on Vulcan I wasn't sure what it was.

But I knew that whatever was happening to me...

it was real.

Tuvok, it was real!

- I believe these memories are important, - Yes.

but I do not know how or why.

I know.

Pavel!

That is your name, isn't it?

How do you know that name?

I have images of you...

and that name is always associated with them.

I haven't heard that name in over twenty years.

Pavel, hear me.

There is something...

out of sync here.

You and I, we have a history together.

Listen carefully.

I am Kittrick!

I am a freedom fighter!

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Leave me alone!

- You waste too much time on her. - Just concentrate on the problem.

Force field frequency, 827 teracycles.

- Can you disrupt it? - Not alone.

- Can you shift? - Only for a short time.

- I'll overpower them. - No!

That would arouse suspicion.

- We'll make our way to the bridge and... - No!

Engineering.

Engineering's too big-- too many entrances to cover.

Auxiliary Control would be better.

You can access all the ship systems there.

How do you know that?

I just know.

- Look at the time! - Then let's get moving.

What is the meaning of this?

Allowing yourselves to be caught off guard?

Your weapons.

Confine yourself to quarters and report to Disciplinary Action at 1700 hours.

Now!

Excellent.

I don't know how long I'll be able to hold this form.

You pacifists should stay behind.

It's going to get ugly.

Not nearly as ugly as an execution.

Suit yourselves.

Commander Garan. Where are you taking these prisoners?

They are to be executed immediately.

Yes, but we have orders from the captain to question the human and the Vulcan.

I just received counter-orders from him.

- But, sir... - Are you questioning me?

- No, sir, but... - The captain does not like...

to be kept waiting.

Yes, sir.

Commander Garan.

Where is the fourth prisoner?

The fourth prisoner?

He, uh...

Enough of this!

- Let's go. - Turbolift!

- Where to now? - Eight decks down.

I thought Vulcans didn't believe in violence.

We do not.

However, if we are attacked we will defend ourselves.

Maybe there is hope for you after all.

There's going to be a welcoming committee for us

on the other side of those doors, you know.

You can count on it.

Can't be that easy.

Tuvok!

Seal the door!

Oh, God!

He needs help!

I'm a freedom fighter, not a doctor.

You're also a human being, damn it!

Locking down these controls is more important.

Oh, Tuvok.

The prisoners have taken over Auxiliary Engineering Control.

One is believed dead.

Well, what are you standing there for?

Get in there and regain control of my ship!

It won't be that easy.

They've erected a force field around the control room,

and isolated several key systems.

Get them out!

I don't care if you have to blast through the bulkheads!

Am I clear?!

Are you finished?

Almost.

Auto destruct sequence initiated.

- What are you doing? - What has to be done.

- What about the mission? - I'm changing the mission.

Kittrick!

You knew this was a one-way trip.

Auto destruct was the last resort.

We control the ship. There's still time!

Auto destruct in 45 seconds.

- Kittrick! - Stand down!

Override has been disabled.

- How did he do this? - I don't know.

Auto destruct in 30 seconds.

Kittrick! What do you want?

I want nothing.

You wouldn't be threatening to blow up my ship if you didn't want something.

Auto destruct in 15 seconds.

What do you want?!

I want you to die.

Auto destruct in 10...

nine...

eight...

seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

Do you realize what you've done?

Yes... given us a chance to gain freedom for everyone.

This was the only way!

How does killing all of us relate to freedom?

These people must be stopped!

They're murderers and butchers! They deserve to die!

Tuvok and I are not murderers.

We've done nothing to deserve death.

And what have you done to deserve life?

You hide behind your righteous pacifism

while other's die fighting for their freedom!

Not everyone fights by killing and blowing up starships.

I kill when it is necessary.

What about peace and non-interference.

Are they not necessary?

I thought so once.

Not anymore.

Why did it stop?

I don't know. I didn't do anything.

What's he up to?

See what you've done?

This was our only chance to get rid of...

them.

Kittrick.

I've followed you all these years because you fought for what was right.

If I'm to die...

I'm gonna die fighting for that.

Tuvok.

Tuvok, hold on, old friend.

Please.

If he were human...

It's too close to his heart.

There's nothing I can do.

Chekov.

- What are you doing?! - It's all right.

Keep your mind to yourself, Vulcan.

You remember me.

Tuvok. What you did...

The needs of the many...

or the needs of the one?

My life.

My choice.

May you live long and pro...

Oh, Tuvok.

May peace be unto to you, old friend.

Captain, it's no use. They knew what they were doing.

Well, then use phasers, I don't care. Get my ship back!

Aye, sir.

We've taken helm, navigation, and engine control.

Set course for Anarcosse.

Pavel.

I know we need to leave...

but not for Anarcosse.

You can't be serious.

I know it may not make sense to you...

but we need to set course for a planet designated M-6-2-2.

I don't have time for these foolishness.

Pavel, please.

On that planet...

there is a structure.

Somehow...

It affects time and space.

Now I know you're crazy.

Pavel.

Please?

All right. I'll scan for temporal anomalies,

but there won't be any.

No record of a planet called M-6-2-2.

Wait.

Ripples of time displacement...

in an uncharted system.

That's it.

Pavel that's it.

Proves nothing.

Our very lives depend on it.

All right. We'll go.

Just... leave me alone.

Kittrick.

If there's something out there that can control time,

It would be more powerful than an Omega device.

Sir, they've taken us to warp six.

Captain, Engineering is unable to override their lockouts.

And Commander Garan reports no progress from Auxiliary Control.

Move your hands.

Get me control of my ship. Do it.

I've sent a coded message to our forces to rendezvous with us at M-6-2-2.

Pavel...

there's something else.

Somehow, Harriman is connected to all of this.

I've heard enough.

No.

We're going to need him in order to figure out how all of this happened.

No!

I've been hunting that butcher for 20 years.

Why?

Because he's part of the Galactic Order?

Well, that's not good enough!

Because he slaughtered my family!

Irina and I...

we found our paradise.

We found our New Eden.

We had a son...

Piotr.

We were happy.

And then...

Harriman came...

and I lost everything--

my wife...

my son.

And no Vulcan mind trick is going to erase

what he did.

And you think it's easier for me?

The same thing happened...

on Vulcan...

to my family-- my entire family.

Yet I know we need him.

We need Harriman.

I know it...

and you know it.

Captain.

I've just received word Curate Prime's fleet has been tracking us

and is on an intercept course.

I don't have to tell any of you what will happen

if he arrives and finds we've lost control of our ship.

Get everyone down there. Do whatever it takes!

Remember.

A live fox is better than dead one.

So, he's coming to intercept us.

Curate Prime and Harriman in the same place.

This is better than I ever thought.

But we can't forget how powerful he is.

We could get them together.

Yeah, but we've never seen him.

What?!

You've never seen Curate Prime? You don't know who he is?

Wait a minute.

On the surface where the structure is,

there was a man like that.

He could control you with his mind.

I wonder if he had anything to do what had happened to us.

Kittrick.

Hasn't this gone on long enough?

It's only matter of time.

Let's end this now and save everyone a lot of trouble and...

I promise you won't suffer.

Remember, we need him.

So, Captain Harriman.

Do you really think that I'll just walk out of here

and let your men execute me?

No, no, of course I don't, but you can make it easier on the others.

They are all dead.

I have a better idea.

Why don't you come down here...

and kill me yourself?

Lower the force field. I'll be there in five minutes.

I've waited long enough.

Make it four.

It's probably a trap.

No, really?

Wait at the junction, and then as soon as the doors open--

- We will not fail you. - But don't kill him.

Offering him as a gift to the Curate Prime is our only way out of this mess.

Immediately!

Stand ready.

If we're successful, Koval will be taking orders from me.

I assume you're monitoring the corridor.

As you can see I'm alone and unarmed.

Very well. Lowering the force field.

Impressive.

Where'd you learn that?

Do you think you're the only one who had friends on Vulcan?

- Sorry, something just hit us. - I know.

It was Ragnar.

And thanks to your incompetence I was forced to vaporize him myself.

Still no control?

What do you think?

Now get back to the bridge and keep working on those overrides.

Aye, sir.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Pavel.

Do you know what you did?

Do you know what you cost me?

Pavel, enough!

Very well.

What do we do now?

Sir, the ship has entered standard orbit.

- The helm? - Still no control from here.

We're making progress, but it'll still be a few minutes.

Do you really think you're going to get away with this?

Any minute now my crew will be looking for me.

A minute may be all I need.

Commander, three people have just beamed to the surface.

The prisoners?

Someone had to help them.

Harriman?

- Computer! Locate Captain Harriman. - Captain Harriman is not aboard the ship.

Transporter Room, report!

Transporter Room!

I thought you said this device had immense powers.

It does.

I don't know why it's not working now.

It only answers to me.

Please. You don't need that.

I didn't expect to see you three again.

Oh, you wouldn't remember.

I can erase your current memories, but...

Uhura.

Chekov.

John.

How did you know?

I...

I just knew...

without knowing.

This is very strange.

I remember you as a friend, but...

you still feel like an enemy.

We all must put those negative feelings behind us.

It won't be that easy.

We have to.

Charlie.

You went through the guardian.

- You... - My hatred of Kirk consumed me.

Why couldn't he help one lonely 17-year-old?

And then he died before I could confront him.

Charlie, what did you do?

I used the guardian to kill Kirk's mother before he was born.

Who the hell do you think you are, playing God?

I was wrong. I know that know.

But I've changed. I've evolved.

Doesn't help those hundreds of billions who were left to suffer under the Order.

Could one man's absence...

cause all of this change?

It's possible.

One pivotal change, 70 years ago...

Charlie.

We have to set things right.

That's impossible.

Any attempt to alter the timeline would only...

You traitorous p'tak! Koval, you bastard.

Silence! This time there will be no cell.

Execute them.

Immediately.

I'm going to enjoy this.

Commander Garan, delay the execution.

Urgent message incoming.

Put it on.

Curate Prime, we live to serve.

It's Gary Mitchell.

Ah.

There you are, Kittrick...

the ever-present thorn in my side.

Before you die, I wanted to personally inform you

that your home base of Anarcosse has been destroyed.

Garan, shouldn't you be on the bridge?

Kill them slowly...

then get to your stations.

Good to see you're still with us.

You've probably forgotten an insignificant little planet called New Eden.

I haven't.

My family was there.

I thought I was doing my duty.

Firing torpedoes from the bridge is so easy.

You never see their faces.

Was I wrong?

Was I too busy playing the rebel?

I should have been there with them.

Pavel Chekov died that day.

- Incoming message. - On screen.

I am Captain Galt of the Freedom Ship Liberty.

We know you have our comrade, Kittrick.

Return him or we will destroy your ship.

Surrender to me

or I will execute him.

Then he will die a hero.

Oh, he will die, but not a hero.

Battle stations!

Incompetent fools!

Miss again and I'll tear your throats out!

Come about to 5-2-3 mark 9-0!

5-2-3 mark 9-0, aye.

Attack pattern: Koloth!

Qapla'! Now, destroy the rest of them.

Koval, Curate Prime's fleet has arrived.

Good. For he will see the traitors taste defeat.

Why don't you two try to get back to the Transporter Room?

Maybe the arrival of the Curate's forces might help Charlie to listen to reason.

But what about you?

This is my ship.

I know it better than anyone.

I'll do what I can to even the odds.

I won't be much help on the surface. I'll stay here.

He's gonna need all the help he can get.

Good luck.

Alter course to 5-0-9 mark 9-four.

Arm aft photons. Stand ready!

Koval, incoming message.

Curate Prime.

I live to serve.

Koval, my angry young warrior.

You have the terrorist Kittrick?

Yes. He has been executed.

Really?

Then why do I still sense his presence on your ship?!

I'll see to it personally.

Finish this battle.

Gary Mitchell is Curate Prime.

Wasn't he Kirk's friend?

Yes, his encounter with the Great Barrier gave him god-like powers.

But in this timeline, Kirk wasn't there to stop him.

And he was able to crush the Federation and forged the Galactic Order.

Which he sadistically ruled over...

for 40 years.

Hurry, Pavel.

We're out of time.

Nyota, I'm honored to know you...

in both lifetimes.

Pavel, I feel the same way.

But now is not the time. Come on!

Oh, no, you don't--

What planet is that below?

An insignificant, uncharted world, my lord.

Curate Prime. Someone has beamed to the surface from the Conqueror.

Kittrick!

Charlie!

Where is Kittrick?

Kittrick?

I don't know any--

You're a fool to protect him.

Tell me where he is.

Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand.

I can't...

but there must be one, or you would have done it by now.

When Curate Prime learns I've killed this traitor,

then, I'll become the new captain of this vessel.

You will be my slave.

What is this?

- Captain? - It's me.

- But... - That was Kittrick's friend.

He died fighting for something I've been too blind to see.

- What now? - Come on.

Tell me where he is!

Leave her alone!

She's going to tell me where Kittrick is.

What moral right?

Morals are for men, not for gods.

And you are neither.

If you were a god, you would've already destroyed me.

Never thought I'd be glad to see you.

Never thought I'd have a phaser and not vaporize you with it.

Now we're fighting side-by-side with the enemy?

Yes. I'll explain later. Come on.

What's wrong with you? Destroy them!

Evasive maneuvers.

We do not run! We fight!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Turbolift doors are sealed.

- How long? - Ten minutes.

Give or take a few.

I'll let our forces know we control the bridge.

Kittrick is still with us.

Regroup!

Attack pattern: Gamma.

Target the Romulan ship.

8-2-7 mark 6-0.

Got it.

Nice shooting.

Nice flying.

Janice!

Transport!

Oh, Charlie.

Shields failing. One more hit, maybe two.

Then we better end this now.

Blue squadron!

Keep those ships off the Conqueror's tail!

Kittrick is either on that planet or on that ship.

Destroy them both!

Shields and warp drive are down.

Maneuvering thrusters are damaged, but we can move a little.

Something's powering up on the Destroyer.

An Omega device.

Mitchell.

He's going to destroy the Guardian.

Torpedo tubes empty.

- Phasers damaged beyond control. - Then what do we do?

There's only one thing left.

Right.

6-2-1 mark 5-8.

I've got about a quarter impulse.

Will we be in time?

Barely.

Charlie?

Charlie.

Oh, Charlie.

Guardian!

You must hear me!

Omega will launch in one minute thirty seconds.

I don't think we're going to make it.

Helm control is gone.

The attitude along the Y axis is drifting.

- Damn! - We're going to miss it.

Damn it!

Where's Scotty when you need him?

That'll never work.

Freedom favors the bold.

You're crazy, you know?

Took you this long to figure that out.

Omega will launch in 60 seconds.

Charlie. We're almost out of time.

- I c-- - You know what you must do.

I can't. I-I-I can't do it.

It's too risky.

Yes you can, Charlie.

Yes you can. You altered billions of lives.

Only you can change it.

You can do it.

Remember?

Remember, Charlie, when we first met?

♪ Charlie is my darling

♪ My darling, my darling

♪ Charlie is my darling ♪

Oh, Charlie.

You can do it.

You must.

You're right.

Every being should be free to pursue their own destiny without interference.

Yes, Charlie. Yes.

- Destroy them! - Weapons are down.

Move us away!

Navigation not responding.

Omega will launch in 30 seconds.

Vector looks correct.

Say goodbye, Mr. Mitchell.

Ten second to launch.

Kittrick!

Tell Janice I'm sorry.

She knows, Charlie. She knows.

Godspeed, Charlie.

Where's Kirk? Where can I find him?

What happened?

Charlie was successful.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Enterprise, ready to beam up.

Personal log, Stardate 7615.1.

It doesn't seem like a year's past

since we restored our normal timeline.

As I conclude my last entry as captain,

my thoughts are not on that single grain of sand we might disturb accidentally,

but on the fact that we are endowed with free will,

and can choose ideas that can either lead to deadly consequences,

or to joyous rewards.

So truly,

our destiny lies not in the stars,

but within ourselves.

By the laws and customs of the Vulcan and Terran people,

I now pronounce thee husband and wife.

Now thou mayest join minds.

Most illogical.

Get used to it, baby.

Oh, Stonn...

- My wife. - Thank you, husband.

Well...

first an appointment as Federation Ambassador to Vulcan,

and now this. I am impressed.

I'm impressed, too.

Pretty fancy.

And nobody deserves it more than you.

It's going to take some getting used to.

I've, uh, never outranked everyone in the room before.

So... Stonn?

It's seemed like the...

logical thing to do.

- I'm very happy for you. - We both are.

Thank you very much.

And speaking of impressed,

this is a new look for you.

Oh.

I'm taking a leave of absence to run for Federation Council.

Oh?

Somebody has to keep an eye on those politicians.

Yes.

- Hi. Hi. - Janice!

Oh, you know a Vulcan wedding doesn't require gift.

Well, actually, this is for Pavel...

for making admiral.

Oh.

A tribble. Huh.

Oh, don't worry. This one's neutered.

Oh.

Here's to 40 years of high adventure.

Here's to the next 40.

Well, as Spock is so fond of saying,

There is always possibility.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission, to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

DC-9, 87-6...

With stewardess...

No pilot?

Is it one of those planes that drops the water?

Hello... Pavel.

You-- You little married character, you.

Have you become invisible again?

Koval, you need to be more tur--

Turdy?

Ah, I gotta get the *bleep* line right.

Turgid. Turgid.

Turn to me and say that.

It'll be more than two minutes.

I don't care if you have to blast through the bulkheads!

Am I clear?!

God, take this-- Take a chill pill, man.

- ...tried to jump the shake, man. - I tried to jump the shake, man.

The prisoners have taken over Auxiliary Engineering.

Okay!

Sorry, guys.

Get closer.

Closer. Can you get closer?

- Right there. - Oh, yeah, baby.

Right there.

I'm excited.

- You look nice. - You hussy, you.

Look at the stockings.

One more, Walter.

Oh, my god.

All right.

Hello, P.

- Everybody wave to Xela. - I so-- I so need it. Yay!

I'll send the other Orions slave girls on down for you.

- Oh, baby! Whoo! - Hey, Tim! I think she needs to be touched up.

- Yeah! - Whoa!

I plan to touch her up later.

Touched up!

But I'm higher.

Yo, Koval, dude.

Whoo, you oughtta be up here, man.

Some good shit.

Seal the doors!

- It's stuck. - Damn it.

- Shoot the door! - Shoot the door.

Shit! Now we're never gonna know.

- We'll never get that right. - Now what do you think? We're gettin' there.

The other one was a little bit cleaner.

Easy.

Hey, who turned out the (travda?) console?

- One without sweat? - Yeah, let's try one without sweat.

- The sweat works. - Yeah, the sweat works, actually.

- Good, good. Jesus, oxster. - Here we go.

I wonder...

what my next line is.

"It is better to hide or accept it."

Speaking of... Fesh, 25, corridor.

What, should we go get 50?

And, here we go.

And, quiet on the set.

And...

Such a butthole!

It's not my style.

Oh, beeotch! Got it.

- Hullo? - Hello?

If you hold your words up, Joe, it's okay. Oh, real bait swallowed. (?)

Flashing.

Get all that *bleep* shit off me now, I'm finished!

Do that again.

- Would you like me to do that again? - Do it again, yeah.

- Shh. Lemme rest for a minute. - Yeah.

Sorry. Forgot to take my foot off the clutch.

You need a cigarette now? You okay?

Oh, hey. I love you, too, camera.

Oh, where you going? Don't run away from me.

I know you want it. Come on, you bitch!

Oh, my god.

Nice to break it up a little.

- It's quite all right. - Hey.

I still remember when you were shootin' behind Harriman on the Transporter set

and J.G. comes up and [fart], ahhhh!

Are you good to roll on that?

Did you get that? Did you get that burp?

- Action! - Incompetent fool!

I'll-- I'll tear your hearts out you do that again!

- Sorry. - Yeah, no problem.

I had to get it.

Okay, here we go.

What can I say, except ahbathee, ahbathee, ahbathee, that's all, folks!