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Archer to the bridge.

Lieutenant Reed, sir.

What the hell's going on?

Uh, we are having a little trouble
with the gravity plating on E Deck.

I hope it hasn't caused you
any inconvenience.

Oh, no, no, no. Not at all.

Any idea when you might
get it back online?

Commander Tucker says
it should be any minute now, sir.

Thank you.

Not a very adventurous breakfast.

Plomeek broth is a traditional
morning meal on Vulcan.

Ah, but you're not on Vulcan. You
should try these blueberry pancakes.

They're quite delicious.

I sampled human food on several occasions.

- It didn't agree with me.
- Give it some time.

The Vulcan digestive tract is highly adaptable.

I prefer to eat the foods I'm accustomed to.

There's an old saying:

"When in Fellebia,
do as the Fellebians do."

It's difficult enough
having to smell all this.

Eating it is out of the question.

- Water, carbonated.
- Now, that's adventurous.

We're getting reports from C Deck
that it's down to 12 degrees.

- Ensign Almack is working on it.
- Well, tell him to hurry up.

If the relays up there get too cold,
they're gonna start cutting out on us.

Engineering.

We've got a power fluctuation

in the starboard nacelle, sir.

- We'll get to it as soon as we can.
- Aye, sir.

Any luck?

We know it's got something to do
with the plasma exhaust.

The flow's been restricted for some reason,

and it's screwing up half the systems
on the ship.

- Tell Billy to purge the aft manifold.
- Sir.

You think it might be a good idea
to drop out of warp?

Give me a minute, sir.
I think we can figure it out.

Tucker to bridge.

Might be a good idea to drop out of warp.

Going to impulse, sir.

Commander, I think I've found the problem.

Something's distorting our wake pattern.

You're right.
The plasma exhaust

shouldn't be flaring that close to the ship.

EM residue in the exhaust ports?

No, we checked.
They're clean.

Malcolm, if we ignited the plasma exhaust,

what kind of damage would it do
to the nacelles?

- Sir?
- How much damage?

If we polarize the hull plating,
it should be all right.

As long as we maintained at least half impulse.

- Go to half impulse, ensign.
- Aye, sir.

Put up A-four.

- Record all aft sensors.
- Hull plating?

Both nacelles are on maximum.

Stand by to ignite a charge
at 80 meters due aft.

Fire.

Play it back

slowly.

Go back and freeze it at the flashpoint.

Creep it forward a little.

There.

Looks like we've got ourselves a hitchhiker.

They must be using some sort
of stealth technology.

I wonder how long they've been there.

Long enough to throw half
our systems out of whack.

I'm sure they know we've detected them.
Open hailing frequencies.

Our ship-to-ship sensors are malfunctioning.

I can only give you audio.

Translator's active.

This is Captain Jonathan Archer
of the starship Enterprise.

I don't need to tell you where we are.

Your presence is disrupting
a number of our systems.

Please back away to a distance
of at least 10 kilometers and respond.

- Harm us.

- Your request.
We ask you not to harm us.

We are complying with your request.

- We ask you not to harm us.
- They're moving off, sir.

We have no intention of harming you,
but I wouldn't mind an explanation.

I apologize for any damage we've caused.

Our engines are malfunctioning,

and we've been using
your plasma exhaust

to replenish our teraphasic coils.

It's allowed us to share
your warp field.

Their warp reactor is off-line.

We can't help you unless we can see you.

So why don't you disconnect
whatever stealth device you're using.

I'm giving you 40 milligrams of mirazine.

It should shorten
the decompression process by half.

That still leaves three hours.
Can you recommend a good book?

I'll be briefing you
on their propulsion systems.

Sure you don't want me coming back at night?

Three hours of decompression in each direction,

makes more sense to stay
until the job's done.

I've sent them your dietary requirements.

They claim to have the ability to
synthesize protein and carbohydrates,

but there's no telling
what it may taste like.

Try to be diplomatic.

Three days on an alien ship.

Remember to mind your manners.

- We've got a seal.
- Just about ready.

It's too bad the ship-to-ship sensors are down.

Would have been nice
to get a look at them.

I'll just think of it as a blind date.

- Tucker to Enterprise.
- Archer.

Here I go, sir.

Keep your com channel open.
We'll be right here.

Here you go.

- Don't forget to come back for me.
- I don't know. We are kind of busy.

Have fun.

Hello?

Hello?

Try to maintain

your normal rate of respiration.

This stuff's burning my lungs.

Maintain your normal rate
of respiration.

The discomfort will subside.

Commander Tucker's calling again, sir.
He's rather anxious.

Put him through.

How long's it been, sir?

About 5 minutes longer than
the last time you asked.

- How's the breathing?
- A lot easier,

but I prefer air I can't see.

They told us the air would clear up

during the last half-hour of decompression.

I feel like I've been in here for a week.

You've only got 45 minutes to go, Trip.
Be patient.

Hey.

Good boy.

There you go.

Blue, one.

Green, three.

Yellow, two.

Orange, five. Yellow, three.

Red, four, green, two. Whoa. Whoa!

That's too fast. I'm not a computer.

I hope the acclimation process
wasn't too stressful.

Blue, three. Yellow, six.
Orange, four.

The perceptual tests
are the best way to determine

whether you're ready for our environment.

We've prepared a meal for you.

Not right now, thank you.

We strongly recommend that you get some rest.

I think I'd like to take a look
at that engine room of yours.

It's one deck above us.

These are the teraphasic coils.

The wider ones have lost their cohesion.

I'm sorry, you lost me.

I'm having trouble concentrating
with all this noise and light.

Are you certain you don't want
to rest for a while?

I don't know what I'm certain about.

Mr. Tucker again, sir.

Put him through.

- Yeah, Trip. How's it going?
- Not good.

I don't think I'm gonna be
much help over here.

I'm having a little more trouble
adjusting than I thought I would.

- What's the problem?
- I feel like I've got a fever.

I'm having trouble focusing, breathing.

I really think I need to get back, captain.

Stand by for a minute.

- T'Pol. Put me through to Trena'I.
- Stand by.

Captain Archer?

My man's not doing so well over there.

He'll be fine.

With all due respect, I've known
Commander Tucker for 8 years.

He's tough as nails.

If he says he's having problems,
I've gotta believe him.

When he came out of decompression,
he refused to rest.

I strongly suggest
he'd lie down for a while.

You really think that will make a difference?

We have a good deal
of experience with alien visitors.

I told Trena'I you'd try
to get at least an hour of shuteye.

- He says that should do the trick.
- I just want out, sir. I'm not kidding.

I can't take much more of this.

Trena'I says they've dealt
with this before. Just one hour.

If you're not feeling better,
we'll bring you back.

It's not gonna work, captain.

Take a nap, Trip. That's an order.
Archer out.

We've prepared sleeping quarters for you.
It's not far.

Your captain sent the recording.
He thought it might help you relax.

Are you feeling better?

What's that?

Our food.
It grows all over the ship.

Would you like some? It's very sweet.

I think I'll pass.

This is the closest we could come to water.

Trust me.

Did that hurt?

Not really.

It's kind of nice.

Does that happen when you people
touch each other?

Something similar.

Have you had enough?

A man needs a lot of fluids
when he's under the weather.

If you're feeling well enough, we really
should get back to the repairs.

Could we take some of those with us?

Are the injector cells aligned
with the primary coil?

Aligned and locked.
You're not gonna believe this.

They've got grass growing on the floor.

Real grass. It's even green.
Is Vulcan grass green?

Have you tested the ion matrix, commander?

The grass releases some kind of vapor.

Helps them metabolize their food.
Smells just like a freshly-mowed lawn.

- The ion matrix, commander.
- Oh, right.

I've recharged the assembly.
Is it up to .4 yet?

- .43.
- Keep pumping up the gradient.

If we can get it up to .5,

the coils should come back online
all by themselves.

- Sounds like Trip's feeling better.
- Before you know it,

he'll have that engine room running
like a well-oiled machine.

- Tucker to Captain Archer.
- Go ahead, Trip.

We're nearly ready to bring
the warp reactor online.

Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours.

Just think, yesterday you would have
done anything to get out of there.

Tucker out.

It will take a while for the coils to regenerate.

Come with me.
There's something I want you to see.

Watch this.

That's Thera.
It's where I come from.

The depth perception is incredible.

What is it, a 3-D simulator of some kind?

It's holographic.

Not like any hologram I've ever seen.

It seems real, doesn't it?

- How do you?
- Resequenced photons.

Come with me.

- The perspective's changing.
- We could walk all the way to the city,

and you'd never know
we're still in this room.

Sit down.

We're still in the same room,
and this isn't a boat.

It's a boat. It's just resequenced...

- Resequenced photons.
- Exactly.

If we had one of these on Enterprise,
I'd never ask for shore leave.

You don't have any dermal plating.

How do you detect other people's moods?

We don't. Well, actually, we do,

but we do it through observing behavior.

Getting to know someone.

The follicles on your face,
if I'm not mistaken, they've grown.

Do they have a purpose?

Not that I know of.

Normally we shave them off
with something called a razor,

but I haven't had the chance
since I've been here.

- Do you mind?
- Go ahead.

- Does that hurt?
- Not in the least.

- More water?
- No.

This is a game we play.

Watch.

Go ahead.

- Are there any rules to this game?
- It takes four hands to work.

Your favorite food... is catfish.

- How the hell did you know that?
- What's mine?

- Your what? Favorite food?
- Yes. Concentrate.

What's my favorite food?

Dutara root.

How'd I know that?

I wasn't certain the granules
would work with your species.

Captain Archer saved your life once,
about four years ago.

This is one hell of a game.

You find me attractive.

You like having people
find you attractive, don't you?

Sometimes.

Reactor Room to Ah'len.

The coils are coming back online.

Understood.

You'd better stand up.

Decompression any easier coming back?

3 hours is 3 hours.

You can't imagine what it was like
over there, Travis.

Food growing on the walls,
teraphasic warp coils,

boxes full of pebbles
that make you telepathic.

- What were the Xyrillians like?
- Uh, a little shorter than us,

weird scales on their faces.

But otherwise, pretty much like you and me.

It sure was something.
Reminded me why I signed on.

But it is good to be home.

I hope your mission hasn't been
overly delayed.

Getting a chance to meet
other species is our mission.

I see you've got
the visual back online.

Hoshi.

Trena'I wanted to thank you again.

I realize how difficult
it must have been,

adapting to our environment.

Well, it was worth every minute.
As long as those coils stay charged,

you shouldn't have a problem
maintaining a stable warp field.

Thanks for taking care of me
when I wasn't feeling so hot.

It was worth every minute.

Good luck to you.

- Nice work, commander.
- I appreciate the opportunity, captain.

I, for one, won't miss the malfunctions
their proximity was causing.

Return to our previous heading, Travis.

Aye, sir.

Didn't they feed you over there?

You should've come with me, Malcolm.

I heard about the holographic recreation.

It wasn't like any visual simulator
I've ever tried.

It was more like actually being there.

You could smell the ocean.
Feel the salt air on your skin.

If we had one of those onboard,

I can only imagine
what it would be used for.

I don't know if they can
recreate people with it,

but it sure did a hell of a job
on landscapes.

Make any friends?

Ah'len, one of their engineers.

She's the one who showed me
the holographic chamber.

Is she the one you thanked
for taking care of you?

- Yeah.
- Ah.

Interesting scales.

She did have a certain

sensuality to her.

So.

- Did you get a look at their weapons?
- I don't even know if they had any.

Have you tried these scrambled eggs?
Tastes just like the real thing today.

Maybe you were allergic
to something over there.

Well, I cleared bio-scan.

Nevertheless, you'd better have
Dr. Phlox take a look at it.

Far as I know, I've never
been allergic to anything.

I don't believe you're having
an allergic reaction.

Tell me, did your visit to the
Xyrillian ship involve any romance?

- What?
- Were you intimate with anyone?

Doc, I was over there
to repair a warp reactor.

What are you talking about?

Seems you did a little more
than repair work.

- Meaning?
- This is a nipple.

I beg your pardon?

The blastocyst is located between
the sixth and seventh intercostals.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm not quite sure if congratulations
are in order, commander,

but you're pregnant.

Here.

Do you see that cell cluster?
That is the embryo.

I assume you'll be happy to know
that it's not technically your child.

- What do you mean?
- When reproducing,

the Xyrillians only utilize
the genetic material of the mother.

The males simply serve as hosts.

That's comforting.

But how the hell did I get knocked up?

We don't have any data
on their mating procedures,

but I wouldn't think it would be
that difficult for you to recollect

a sexual encounter.

3 days.

You were only there for 3 days,
and you couldn't restrain yourself.

I'm telling you, captain, I was
a complete gentleman the entire time.

I imagine that's a question
of how you define "gentleman."

The only female I had any contact
with was Ah'len, their engineer.

Other than repairing the reactor,

all she and I did together was go into
this holographic chamber they've got.

She showed me some home movies,
simulations of their planet.

But I didn't lay a hand on her.

There's gotta be some way to get
this thing out of me without hurting it.

Can't you create a surrogate chamber or something?

The embryo has integrated with your pericardium.

I wouldn't be comfortable extracting it

without more information
on the gestation process.

This engineer wanted you to see her planet?

So?

Perhaps the next step would have
been to meet her holographic parents.

If I'm not mistaken, on some planets,
that's a precursor to marriage.

We took a ride in a rowboat.

I swear, captain, nothing happened.

There had to have been a somewhat
lengthy physical contact

to transfer this much genetic material.

- Trip?
- I've been in Starfleet for 12 years.

Do you think I'd jeopardize
my career by messing around

with some alien engineer
on a three-day mission?

I considered myself a diplomat

from the minute I set foot in that vessel.

Well...

There was that box of pebbles.

- Pebbles?
- Yeah, she had it on the boat.

But it was no big deal.

We just stuck our hands
into these granules for a few minutes.

It's a game they play,
lets you read each other's minds.

They weren't even real,
they were holographic,

- just like everything else in the room.
- Doctor?

Without a sample of these telepathic granules,

it would be impossible
to make a determination,

but they could have served
as the transferal medium.

One of the first things a diplomat learns

is not to stick his fingers
where they don't belong.

Captain?

If we're going to safely
remove this life form

from Commander Tucker,
we'll have to find the Xyrillians.

Why don't you and Malcolm
see what you can do

- about locating their ship.
- Yes, sir.

Is Trip well enough
to return to his duties?

What, are you kidding? I'm fine.

You'll probably feel a bit nauseated
in the mornings,

so get sufficient rest and exercise,
and see me at least once a day.

That nipple may not be the only surprise

your body has in store for you.

You think we could keep this between
the four of us?

At least for the time being.

You got it.

Dillard.

- Sir?
- Look at this lift.

- Sir?
- It's an accident waiting to happen.

This safety bar's a meter off the floor.

What use would it be
for a small person?

- A small person?
- A short alien, a child.

This thing's a deathtrap.

Look at this handrail.

Put your hands here
while this is going up or down?

It'll take your fingers right off.

Why would someone
put their hands there, sir?

Never mind.

Captain's starlog, supplemental.

We've spent eight days
looking for the Xyrillian ship,

but so far, we've had no luck.

- Sorry I'm late.
- No problem.

How you feeling?

I thought we all promised
to keep this under wraps.

- I haven't said a thing. Doctor?
- Not a word.

I knew it. She probably let it slip
the minute she left Sickbay.

But Sub-commander T'Pol promised
to keep your pregnancy a secret.

Where I'm from, Vulcans aren't known
for keeping promises.

What makes you think she's told anyone?

All you have to do is see the way
they whisper, talk behind my back.

You know what happened this morning?

Ensign Hart pulled out my chair for me.

I'm telling you, it was T'Pol,
and you can be sure it was intentional.

- What's that?
- Chicken tetrazzini.

- Did you cut yourself?
- I wish.

I don't wanna ruin your appetites,
but...

Take a look at this.

Just how many of these am I gonna grow?

And while we're on the subject,
are they gonna go away afterward?

One would think. Then again,
I have no experience with this species.

Great.

You know, it's been over a week, Trip.

We have to start considering the possibility

that we're not gonna find the Xyrillians.

What's that supposed to mean?

Are you saying
I'm gonna deliver this baby?

I believe he's saying a good deal
more than that.

Once the child is born,
it may well rely on you

in some way to care for it.

I'm the chief engineer.
I spent years earning that position.

I never had any intention
of becoming a working mother.

You know, the doctor was saying
that the gestation period

will only last another five weeks,
six at the most.

You should expect to begin
experiencing some unusual symptoms.

Hormonal changes, mostly.
Mood swings, heightened emotions.

I suggest you stick
with the civilian clothes.

Seems to help hide the bulge.

How much bigger is this thing gonna get?

I'm already the laughingstock of the ship.

- I'd love some more of this.
- Yes, sir.

I'd like you to start seeing the doctor
every eight hours.

As your delivery date gets closer,
he should be able to start figuring out

what your postnatal responsibilities might be.

Postnatal responsibilities?

You may very well be putting those
nipples to work before you know it.

- There's a bright side to all of this.
- Yeah?

- What's that?
- As far as we know,

this is the first inter-species
pregnancy involving a human.

- Got something.
- Looks like their signature.

Coordinates 078 mark 6, 3 million kilometers.

Change our heading to intercept.

- Bridge to Archer.
- Go ahead.

We may have found the Xyrillian ship, sir.

- Thank you.
- On our way.

- What have you got?
- We're approaching the coordinates.

I've analyzed the stealth telemetry,
I believe it's them.

Drop down to impulse.

Hoshi, try to get an image.

Doesn't look very stealthy to me.

Go tighter.

If the starship profiles
the Vulcans gave us are correct...

They're correct, lieutenant.

That's a Klingon battle cruiser.

Where the hell are the Xyrillians?

It appears your repairs didn't last very long.

If I'm correct, they're hiding
in the Klingons' plasma wake.

Hoshi?

The translation program should be
in pretty good shape, sir.

Sir, with all due respect,
do we really think this is a wise idea?

If we're gonna speak to the Xyrillians,

we can't do it without the Klingons
knowing about it.

Open a channel.

This is Captain Archer
of the starship Enterprise.

We respectfully would like to ask

for your assistance
with a little problem we're...

- Sir, they're charging weapons.
- Polarize the hull plating.

Grab hold of something.

And another one.

- Why are they attacking us?
- They're not.

If they wanted to destroy Enterprise,
they would have done it.

So I guess that's their version
of a warning shot across our bow.

I don't recommend being the recipient
of another warning.

Should I lay in a new course, captain?

No. Stay where you are.
Hail them again.

Sir, look at their starboard nacelle.
The power's fluctuating

just like ours did when the Xyrillians
were riding in our wake.

They're responding.

What gives you the right
to approach a Klingon warship?

Please accept our apology.

- But I need to ask you a question.
- And what would that be?

Have you been experiencing
any unusual malfunctions?

Problems with your gravity plating,
propulsion, environmental controls?

You've been monitoring our systems.

- For how long?
- We haven't. I promise you.

The same things happened to us a few days ago.

Your problems are being caused
by a small stealth vessel

that's been riding in your wake.

They're using your plasma exhaust
to fuel their warp coils.

- Find this vessel.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

They're harmless.
We need them. Alive.

- Just give me a chance to explain.
- Find them.

- There are 36 aboard.
- Bring their captain to me

and execute the others.

Didn't you hear what I said?
I need them alive.

What you need is to turn
your puny ship around and leave.

These aliens violated our security
and disrupted our systems.

Both are considered acts of war
against the Empire.

I assure you that any damage
they've done was unintentional.

- They're simply trying to get home.
- They won't get home.

But I'm more than willing
to hasten their journey to Sto-Vo-Kor.

- Sto-Vo?
- The afterlife.

You really don't wanna hurt these people.

They're actually very kind.

They just had some bad luck
with their engines.

When we confronted them,
they complied with all our requests.

You're wasting my time!

Less than one month ago,

Captain Archer stood in the
High Council Chamber in Kronos.

The chancellor himself called him
a man of honor. A brother.

Enterprise is the ship that found Klaang

and returned him to the Empire.

Without Klaang, your houses
would be at war with each other.

Jonathan Archer is the man
who carried out that rescue.

You are in his debt.

You would be demonstrating
both honor and wisdom

to grant his request.

I'm the one who repaired
their warp reactor.

Or at least I thought I did.

I spent three days on their ship.
They have some amazing technology.

If you don't kill them,
I'm sure they'd share it with you,

- teach you how to use it.
- What kind of technology?

Well, for one, they've got
some incredible holography.

I don't know how advanced
Klingon holograms are,

but these are like nothing
I ever saw before.

Press a few buttons, you'll be standing
on a hillside overlooking Kronos.

It's unbelievable.

Couldn't hurt to take a look.

Unless the decompression cycle frightens you.

I am frightened by nothing, P'tok.

If you agree to enter their vessel,

I'd appreciate it if you'd take
my chief engineer with you.

He talks too much.
I'll bring a security team.

He was there for 3 days.
They trust him.

It'll make things a lot easier.

If their technology amuses me,
I may spare their lives.

I don't need your engineer
to help me make that decision.

There's another reason.

Commander Tucker has some

unfinished business with the Xyrillians.

I am not interested
in your engineer's business.

There's a pregnancy involved.

I thought you said you were there
to fix their warp reactor,

not to impregnate
one of their females.

This should be a lesson to you.
Forget it happened.

I'm afraid that's not gonna be so easy.

Show him.

Captain Vorok has agreed
to consider releasing your ship

in exchange for one or two
of your holographic simulators.

It would be a good idea to cooperate.

This is a topographical survey of our capital.

I'd be pleased to give you a demonstration.

The reactor worked fine for six days
then went off-line again.

How did you find us?

It wasn't easy, but we were very, um...

Motivated.

I don't understand.

I had no idea this
could happen with another species.

- If I'd known...
- No need to apologize.

But I would be real appreciative
if you could get this out of me,

assuming it's safe.

It's still early enough to transfer
the embryo to another host.

She looks very healthy.

It's a girl, huh?

I can see my house from here.

Can this technology be adapted
to our power matrix?

I'm sure we can make
the appropriate modifications.

As soon as the installation
is complete,

- the Xyrillians will be free to go.
- I appreciate your cooperation.

I hope the next time we meet,
we can be of some help to you.

Listen to me very carefully.
Our debt is repaid.

We have no interest
in meeting you again.

And if we do, I promise,
you'll regret it.

The only thing worse
than spending 3 hours

in a decompression chamber
with a bunch of Klingons

is doing it twice in one day.

I smelled things in there
I hope I never smell again.

Trena'I told me that at full impulse,

they can probably get home
in less than a month.

No more hitchhiking?

That business about the Klingon
chancellor calling me a brother,

- was that true?
- Klingons are known to exaggerate.

I saw nothing wrong with doing the same.

Your appetite seems to be back to normal.

Just eating for one again.

I've run a check through
the Starfleet database.

You might be pleased to know
that this is the first recorded incident

of a human male becoming pregnant.

Just how I always wanted
to get into the history books.