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You got us into this.

You are gonna get us out.

Computer, transfer command.

Captain William Riker.

Pro tem.

I am Captain Vadic.

You are harboring
one Jack Crusher.

And we are taking him.

That's no bounty hunter ship.
That's a warship.

If you're the son
of Jean-Luc Picard,

there's a target on your back.

Didn't he deserve a chance
to get to know me?

I told him

who you were
and where to find you.

He decided not to.

- You got a family, Riker?
- I have a wife and a daughter.

And I had a son.

Shaw may call you insubordinate
for helping your friends.

My dad wouldn't.

Go rest, Ensign.

Yes, Commander Seven.

-
We're leaking verterium.
- We have a saboteur.

His face-- it moved.

There's a Changeling on board.

Sir, we're going right through.

We must engage
and protect the ship.

I am protecting this ship.

I understand this instinct

- to be fearful of loss.
- You are out of line.

Cannot allow it to make us weak.

Sit down, Admiral.

It's not working!

We're out of options, Captain.

We fight or we die.

- Now!
- Fire everything we've got!

The Shrike-- it's retreating.

T'VEEN:
We're sinking, Captain,

towards the gravity well.

Remove yourself from the bridge.

You've just killed us all.

♪ Well, I gave you
my heart, now ♪

♪ I thought I gave it too fast ♪

♪ I didn't believe in my soul ♪

♪ That your love
was gonna last ♪

♪ That's where
I went wrong, now...♪

Oh. Thank you very much.

♪ I got caught out there ♪

♪ Oh, yes, I did ♪

Admiral Picard.

Sir.

I'm sorry, but

I've always wanted
to ask you something

about your encounter
with the Hirogen.

Your book just talks
about the diplomatic situation,

but we heard
the Alpha actually hunted you.

Did you ever find out
how they got to the quadrant?

Did Admiral Janeway
offer any advice?

So, I'm not really one
for telling stories.

We'd love to hear it
from the man himself.

Please?

How'd you get away?

Well...

fortunately for me,

Lieutenant Commander Worf
had cleverly constructed

a deadfall trap.

So when the Alpha advanced,

the hunter
had been turned into the prey.

You know, uh...

there will be a time
when you will need to remember

that, no matter how bleak
or unwinnable

a situation,

as long as you and your crew

remain steadfast
in your dedication,

one to another,

you are never ever...

without hope.

Our shields
can't take much more of this.

Pull power from other systems.

There's nothing
to pull from, sir.

Engines are down.

Every time I try
to engage, we hemorrhage.

Engineering sustained

critical damage
during the attack.

Massive loss of power.
We're down to nine percent.

And the more systems we use,
the faster it depletes.

We're bleeding to death.

What if we divert everything
from the warp core?

Or the impulse reactors?

- Either way,
we'd go into meltdown.
- Even temporarily?

We won't have the power
to reverse the process.

It's a chain reaction.

What about weapons, Mura?

Already at zero, sir.

And we're falling
deeper and deeper

into the nebula's gravity well.

We're sinking.

All systems are reaching
critical minimums.

If we don't divert some power,
we will start losing

life support.

But if we pull any more power
from our engines,

there will be zero chance
we can fly out of here.

And if we divert everything,

what does that buy us?

Just a few hours, sir.

At best.

Divert as much power as you can
to life support.

Eliminate all
non-essential functions.

Have the crew gather
in common areas,

and shut everything else down.

Captain!

- Report.
- Another bio-electrical wave.

Sir, that did a number
on our shields.

If we don't lower them
in between impacts,

we're gonna lose them
all together.

Lower shields.

Come.

- Will, I have an apology
- Admiral, I thought
that you should know...

- to make.
- I'm saying this to you
as a courtesy.

- I was out of line.
- Stop.

The Titan's dead in the water.

We estimate about four hours

until the ship is crushed
by the gravity well.

But we'll probably have run out
of life support by then.

You were right before.

When we buried our son...

I watched the coffin

being lowered into the ground.

It was only six feet,

but it was so dark.

It was like
infinite emptiness.

And you and I have traveled

to the far reaches of space,

and yet there's nothing,
nothing that proved to me

that there is anything...

after.

And I've tried to shake that.

Deanna, as you know,

feels everything.

But she couldn't live

with me feeling nothing.

And neither could I,

which is why I left
and I came here.

I was running from this.

Only to find it again.

Well...

This is the end, my friend.

And if I were you,

I'd take the next few hours

to get to know your son.

And to get
your affairs in order.

I'm so sorry, Jean-Luc.

WOMAN [over P.A.]:
All non-essential
engineering personnel,

please clear decks
14 through 16.

The Changeling saboteur killed
our transporter officer,

Ensign Foster,

days before Jack Crusher
encountered him--

it-- in the nacelle
control room.

It could look like
anyone by now.

We have got to keep this quiet.

What?

The morale on this ship
is already...

There is a saboteur
on this ship.

But to what end now?

If the Changeling's mission

was to help deliver Jack
to Vadic, it failed,

and there is no advantage
to crippling us any further.

If Vadic had wanted
to come and get us,

she would've done it already.

Now, I'm not saying do nothing.

I'm saying

keep it quiet.

I could reinstate you,

but you remaining in an

unofficial capacity

could work to our advantage.

Understand?

Yes, Captain.

Good.

Go get the bastard.

Seven,

six,

five,

four, three,

two, one.

That wasn't an asteroid.

No, it wasn't.

Beverly.

Before you say anything,

I can see what's going on.
Are we...

Look,

I know that time is precious,

but do you think you could...

give me a moment or two
with Jack?

Of course I could.

Don't come.

Don't come.

Fine. Open.

Hey, Hansen.

Bang-up job your heroes
are doing with my ship.

- Love the view.
- Can we talk?

- Officially? No.
- Unofficially?

No.

We have a problem.

There's a Changeling on board.

That's what kept us
from warping away.

And judging by the state
of the corpse in sickbay,

it's been on the ship
since before

we picked up
Dr. Crusher and her son.

Something bigger
is happening here.

And as much as it pains me,

we have got a major
personnel problem,

and nobody knows this ship
better than you.

Computer,

reference my personal records.

I want to record
a private message

for Deanna Troi.

Recording. Proceed with message.

In the event...

In the event that
the Titan is somehow...

...recovered...

Deanna...

I want you to know... I-I...

Deanna, I want you...

Recording paused.

Holodeck program
Ten Forward activated.

This is a place of...

...real significance
for me, but, uh,

- I don't suppose you've ever...
- I haven't.

No.

Well, would you
like to have a drink with me?

Sure.

Well, I have something

from my own backyard.

Oh, yes.

And it's a... it's a good year.

Uh, yeah, I've-I've

got to be honest,
I'm not really a wine guy.

Sorry.

Whiskey?

Preferably cheap
and on the rocks.

Given the state of the ship,

- the holodeck's still open?
- Well,

it relies on
a small independent,

uh, power cell
for this very reason--

so that in times of distress,

it can be a...

kind of sanctuary.

Right.

Everyone crams in here

pretending it's some sort of
tropical paradise

while the ship
implodes around them.

If you want to select
a different simulation...

No, no, no, no. This fake place
is as good as any

to die in, I suppose.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I think we need to talk
about the elephant in the room.

Yes.

Of course.

The hair.

When did it go?

You're, uh, what, 23?

24?

Enjoy it while you can.

You know, Jack,
I would love to know

more about you. Your-your life.

Your childhood.

I mean, it's your call.

I don't really know
where to begin.

Then perhaps you might tell me

the reason you decided
not to know me.

Actually, there is, uh...

There is something that
might be of interest to you.

Given your travels. Um...

We were on a medical supply run
to Matalas IV.

It's a-it's a vile place,
a real dump.

I got stuck in a cargo hold

with this Andorian
who had a broken antenna.

It looked really painful,

so I tried to reset it for him.

Turns out it's-it's

mostly muscle
and really sensitive,

so while I'm touching it...

♪

Of all the stations

that a Changeling
could infiltrate,

why transporter tech?

I don't know. I've never
encountered one before.

They're goo-people.
Walking, talking clay-dough.

They can replicate a person
on sight alone.

Voice, mannerisms, s-speech
patterns, but that's it. You...

Most of the time, you can tell.

Ask him a question that
they should know the answer to.

Simple question, wrong answer--
boom, Changeling.

Yeah, but that would require

a huge amount of knowledge
about everyone in the crew.

Look, you and I

got off on the wrong foot.

I underestimated you. You have

great instincts,
you're a natural leader,

make a great captain one day.

Which is something
I totally would say...

If you were a Changeling
and not just a dick.

Now you're starting to catch on.

But you were right.

500 people-- it's got
to be tough to snuff out

this asshole alone.

So, so...

Maybe you get them
to come to you.

How?

Bait them.

Steal their pot.

Pot?

I'm assuming you're not
referring to cannabis.

Sadly, no. I... So,

it's hard for Changelings
to maintain their

non-goo false form,

and so, they have to

rest in a-in a...
in a-in a pot, a vase, a...

receptacle-thing.

Sometimes,
they leave behind, like,

residue goo, like, resi-goo.

You get a sample of that,
you upload it

to the computer,
you have the ship

- scan for that son of a bitch.
- Thank you,

Captain.

Whatever.

Five, four,

three, two,

one.

Resi-goo.

Report.

Unfortunately, the starship
ferrying Jack Crusher

couldn't escape the center
of the gravity well.

Pursue.

No.

No, no, no, no.

That's not possible
with my ship's payload.

The portal device utilizes

gravimetric distortion...

Pursue.

It is suicide.

It is suicide to refuse.

Obtain and deliver the asset.

All else is expendable.

Your ship. Your people.

You.

- I will pursue.
- Good.

Disengage portal system.

Goodbye...

Then I realized that
the Tamarians' language

was based on metaphor.

The lesson being, had he and I

given up our will
to communicate,

we would both have been killed.

Well, I appreciated
this impromptu gathering,

but, um, my lunch.

Admiral, this isn't
official record, but

I had heard mention once
of an incident

with you and your friend,
Jack Crusher,

a mishap on a shuttle.

You later went on

to say that it was one
of the worst navigational

situations you'd
ever been in. A...

a no-win scenario.

Well, I was your age,
um, or thereabouts, and...

dare I say, perhaps

even a little reckless.

TITAN ENSIGN: Excuse me,

sir,

is this private?

No, no, no. Please,

- Come in.
- Come on.

It's okay.

Anywhere you like.

Look,

I get that you might think
that I might need this.

That this might make it all...

better somehow.

But I don't.

And I-and I'm not saying this
to be harsh. I...

You know, some people

need to be part of something,

- others don't.
- I think we all need

connection. Don't we?

I mean... look around you.

I grew up mostly on my own.

Sure, I had my mother, but

that's who I am.

Being on the outside--
i-it suits me fine.

You found your thing,
and I found mine, and-and,

you know, that's all right, too.

So, if you think that
this is about a moment

that I need...

I think maybe...

I do.

Three, two...

Whoa.

Hansen to biochemistry lab.

I have a substance
I need scanned immediately.

OFFICER [over comm]:
Biochemistry lab
has been shut down

to conserve power. May I suggest
you use your tricorder?

This needs more than
a tricorder. Open it up.

This is an emergency.

SEVEN OF NINE [over comm]:
Commander Hansen to sickbay.

I need help on Deck 5,
Corridor 8.

An officer's been killed.

Go.

And things are about
to get a lot worse.

So...

Other than this...

what's the worst jam
you've ever been in?

The worst...

Well, one involves
your namesake.

Jack Crusher?

- Mm-hmm.
- You know, I always wondered

about that. I mean, I...

I know my mother
didn't hate you, but...

naming me after
her first husband...

Jack Crusher was

once my very best friend

at the Academy.

And, uh,

truth be told, I would've
named you the same.

Jack was...

Well, he and I

were on leave on Argelius IV,

and we meet these two

delightful young women.

- Oh, were they delightful?
- Delightful

and enthusiastic.

- Right.
- Well,

then Jack and I
were unexpectedly

called back to the Stargazer,

but I had hatched a plan

to "borrow" a shuttle.

- You mean steal?
- No.

Borrow a shuttle to return
to Argelius briefly to...

- Get laid.
- Hey.

We had an invitation.

Anyway,

on our way back,

a micrometeoroid shower

hit the shuttle at high speed.

It wrecked us.
Instantly, we were blind,

powerless,
and running out of air.

We couldn't contact
the ship because...

You disabled the comms
before you left,

so they didn't know
that you borrowed it.

We were dead in the water.

But we improvised a system.

Swap the remaining power

between docking thrusters

and life support.

Then we inched our way home.

No sensors,

no visuals.

Ten fucking grueling hours.

He and I in sync, though.
Him navigating,

me firing the thrusters,

simply hoping, until, finally,

we were home.

Did your mother already
tell you this story?

Actually, uh...

What a harrowing tale
of survival.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to interrupt family time.

I may be a little out of sorts.

Your mother's pretty liberal

with those pain meds.

But, uh, speaking
of harrowing stories...

Did your old man ever tell you

about the time
that he and I first met?

USS Constance.

Stardate 44002.3.

Oh, come on.
You must've heard about

the Battle of Wolf 359.

40 Federation starships

up against one Borg cube.

Yeah, I was just in engineering.

Just a... a grease monkey.

And the next second...

It's like...

it's like space itself
was burning.

50 of us made it down
to the life deck.

But, uh-oh...

there's just one life pod.

Ten seats.

Now, the thing is, we were

all friends,

they were all my Jack Crusher.

We weren't...

we didn't fight over who
should live and who should die.

No, we... we waited for orders.

And then, finally,

some lieutenant comes down,
and she just starts...

pointing.

You, you,

and you.

Now she's pointing at me.

Why-why me?

I'm just some dipshit
from Chicago.

Now I'm...

lucky number ten.

She didn't count herself.

"Get in," she says,
"that's an order."

I know, I know, I know.

I ask myself the same thing.

She make a mistake?

I'm sorry.

11,000 dead.

Do you know where
your old man was

on that day?

I am Locutus of Borg.

He was on that Borg cube,

setting the world on fire!

Forget about all that weird shit
on the Stargazer.

The real Borg

are still out there.

And they have a name for you.

Locutus of Borg.

The only Borg

so deadly

they gave him a goddamn name.

- All right, that's enough.
- No.

No.

It's all right.

I understand.

Computer. Arch.

Forgive me.

At some point,

asshole became
a substitute for charm.

Hey, um, Admiral.

Look, what happened back there--

you don't need to explain
yourself to me.

Thank you for your time, Jack.

It meant a lot to me.

Jack. Jean-Luc.

There's a pattern.

It's building and building,
and it's going to crescendo.

- What are you talking about?
- This.

This-this gravity well we're in.

It's drawing in matter

and expelling energy,
which means

somewhere in its center,
it is reconstituting the matter

it consumes into energy.

But energy is mathematical, logarithmic,

but the increasing intensity

and narrowing frequency
of the waves

implies something else.

It's a countdown.
Which led me to track them,

just like contractions.

Contractions?
You mean like a birth?

- Of what?
- I don't know.

But if it's anything
like these smaller waves,

once it hits, for us,
it will be over quickly.

Yeah. We need to be out
of here as soon as possible.

But we have no power.

We do when those waves hit.

You've seen the lights?

If we knew when
those waves were coming,

maybe we could plug into them.

Get a little extra juice,
and then...

We could hitch a ride
out of here.

This cannot work.

The wave's rolling
right over the ship.

- We'd need to somehow
sustain contact.
- Yes,

we need to move with the waves.

We divert all power
to thrusters.

And if we fly fast enough,
the waves

won't roll over us,
they will absorb us.

We match speed with the wave,
use the energy drawn from it

and, Bob's your uncle, Fanny's
your aunt, we hightail it

out the nebula,
away from the gravity well,

away from that ship out there

- and away from our new friends
the space babies.
- Jack.

- Space babies?
- This nebula is a womb,

and we are swimming
in its amniotic fluid.

Now, we've encountered
species before--

life-forms that thrive

- in the vacuum of space.
- Farpoint.

- Exactly.
- Yeah, t-this is insane.

To get up to speed, we need to

fire thrusters,
which will drain

- life support in minutes.
- But it's possible

that we could absorb
some of that energy.

- Use it.
- What about the asteroid field
that's out there?

We barely have enough sensors
to make it through that.

If one of those hits us,
we've lost the wave.

We navigate manually,

use the docking thrusters
to steer around them.

Like you did.

I know that story, too, kid.

But this is not
a two-man shuttle.

The amount of thought

and orchestration
that this would take--

Starfleet protocol states

that we stay in place
and wait to be rescued.

No one is coming
to rescue us, Will.

The power array will explode.

We wait and we die here
of suffocation.

At least we will have
left something behind.

It's a wonderful idea, Jean-Luc.

But in a moment,
a hundred things could go wrong,

I cannot choose certain death.

Deanna.

Deanna would say
it's about trust.

Look where we are. Here.

All of us in this moment.

So let's do what we've spent
our entire lives

learning to be great at.

We've been here before, Will.

If this is the end,

let's face it together.

Doing what we know we do best.

The nacelle covers are designed
to prevent the plasma conduits

from absorbing
too much radiation.

So, if we could manually

open them, we might be able

to channel the energy
from the wave

right down to the warp core.

Now, that could work.

All right, everybody?

Then let's
get the hell out of here.

Crew of the USS Titan. This is

Acting Captain William Riker.

We have a plan to escape,
but to do so,

we'll need to draw
every ounce of power

that we have left on this ship.

We're gonna use these
energy waves to jump-start us.

I'm not gonna lie.
It's a hell of a risk.

Anything goes wrong, well...

anything goes wrong,
we'll all know pretty quick.

I know many of you
don't know me.

But like any captain,

I know something about you.

I'm only as effective
as you are.

And I also know from experience

that if we all hang tight
and work together...

...we're gonna get through this.

Captain Shaw.

I realize that I am
the last person

you want to see right now,
but I need your help,

despite the fact that you are
indeed a dipshit from Chicago.

Nice.

Engineering can't
leave their stations.

Too many repairs
to the warp core.

- And...
- And you just realized

that in spite of the fancy
retrofit, the inner workings

of the nacelle shields
is over 20 years old

and none of these kids know
how to hot-wire them, so...

We need an old grease monkey,

like yourself.

Hansen, give me five and
meet me at nacelle control.

Five, four,

three, two...

Narrow-band frequency
reaching peak output.

Gravimetric frequencies...

How we doing, doc?

At least one more.

Got it.

Danger. Nacelle control
is exposed.

Danger. Nacelle control...

Torch.

Here.

You know, if that Changeling
really wanted to screw us,

best place to do it--

mag--

would be right here, right now.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

As much as I hate to admit it.

Commander Hansen
to Captain Riker.

Copy that, Commander. Riker out.

What can I do to help?

I want you on the bridge
with your mother.

Shut down everything you can.
Transfer all power to thrusters.

Transfer sequence complete.

Diverting last remaining
power to main thrusters.

All crew to emergency
safety zone.

All crew
to emergency safety zone.

life deck is off-line.

life deck is off-line.

Only a few minutes
of life support left, Captain.

Everyone, take a deep breath...

...and hold it if you can.

Shaw to bridge,

working on these nacelles.

I need a few more minutes
to get these covers open.

Gravimetric frequencies
will collide.

Two minutes
until the final wave.

Captain, you've got two minutes.

Well, seeing as you're
the only one here

with any real experience
flying blind,

Admiral...

...you have the conn.

Ensign La Forge...

...let's go home.

Bring us about, 2-2-5, mark 1-6.

Aft thrusters,
one quarter power.

Ready our position
to receive the wave.

One quarter power. Aye, sir.

And... good luck,

everyone.

Engage.

Thrusters firing

at 76%.

Siphon power
from the comms array.

It worked, sir.

We're up to 81%.

Keep transferring to thrusters.

We must be at full power
if we're to catch this wave.

Riker to Seven.

Get those nacelle covers open

- or we can't warp.
- Almost there.

Next wave is our last chance.
Are you sure

the two of you
can execute this alone?

We've got it.
Working as fast as we can.

Nacelle one is open.

One more to go.

Commander Hansen,
go make sure that

those manual locks are off.

Sir, I heard
you could use a hand?

My father is Geordi La Forge.

You know, decorated
Starfleet engineer. Legend?

I can help.

Okay, kid. Hand me that torch.

One nacelle cover is open now.

If only one nacelle is exposed,
we'll be able to fly,

but not utilize warp,
am I correct?

Yeah. Why?

Turn around.

Commander?

I said turn around.

There's some confusion here.

I-I was sent to help, Commander.

I specifically told Captain
Riker not to send anyone.

But Commander, it's me.

Commander what, La Forge?

Commander Hansen.

So, how'd you know?

Ensign La Forge always
calls me Commander Seven.

Out of respect.

Good call.

Thrusters still
gaining power, sir.

Shaw, where are we
with that second nacelle?

Open for business.

Second nacelle is open.

Hold on.

Multiple obstructions,
dead ahead.

Asteroid field.

My contact sensors are down.

Jack, call out their positions.

Contact.

7,000 kilometers,
bearing 224, mark 5.

Helm, aft thrusters,

- 15 degrees down.
- Aft thrusters...

- Shut it off on my mark.
- Aye, sir.

And now.

Contact. 3,000 kilometers,

bearing 114, mark 5.

Starboard thrusters,
up 45 degrees.

Aye, sir.

Hold on.

Four more seconds.

Trust me.

Shut it off.

Thrusters up to 98%, sir.

But there's nothing left
to transfer.

Helm...

...transfer all power
from life support.

Life support off-line. Aye, sir.

Warning:

life support is off-line.

life support is off-line.

T'VEEN:
Gravimetric detonation

in ten, nine, eight,

- seven, six,
- Well, Beverly,
it's all on you now.

five, four, three,

two, one.

The detonation
should be taking place now.

We're in the wave.

It's charging us.

Systems coming back on line.

La Forge, gun it!

Stay inside!

- T'VEEN: We're experiencing...
- Nacelle is losing drag...

Firing antimatter phase emitters
to compensate.

Adjusting impulse engines
to match the cells' entropy.

Nacelles funneling power
to the core,

warp drive coming back on line
in 90 seconds.

T'VEEN:
Sir,

the nebula--

it's changing.

Sirs,

contact: the Shrike.

Mark 0-1-9. Dead ahead.

There you are. There you are.

- Is our tractor beam
operational?
- Aye, sir.

Then lock onto
those coordinates.

Chase fast enough,
hunt well enough...

- Hold.
- ...open your jaw wide enough

and eventually the prey
runs right into the mouth

of the beast.

Fire keel thrusters.

Cut the beam.

Stabilize!

Will, did you just
throw an asteroid?

Goddamn right I did.

The nebula is breaking up.

I think we should be able
to warp soon.

"To seek out new life."

I think we should boldly
get the hell out of here.

Ensign La Forge?

Aye, Captain.

You're only ever really as good

as those around you.

Your crew become a part of you.

Complete you.

They lift you up

to accomplish the things
you never could do alone.

Well, thank you.

And now, if you don't mind,

I think my haddock's
getting cold.

Excuse me, Admiral.

You went on and on
about your crew.

Your life in Starfleet.

Did you have a life
outside of that?

What about a-a real family?

Young man,

Starfleet has been
the only family

I have ever needed.

You can't hide from the pain
by being alone.

I know we... Well, I thought

being away was gonna be the
answer to all of our problems.

But after what we've just
been through...

I'm just glad
that everyone's okay.

That you're okay.

Well, something's different now.

I-I don't quite
have the words yet...

...but we witnessed
a kind of birth here,

and it reminded me...

...that there's a whole universe
out there.

And it can be beautiful

and amazing.

You haven't said anything

as lovely as that
in a very long time.

I know.

And that's on me.

And I'm sorry.

I'm gonna fix it.

With you.

Are you and Jean-Luc in trouble?

I don't know yet.

Admiral's log,

stardate 78183.10.

We have managed to escape death

at the hands
of our unknown enemy.

Although we're free, temporarily,

from the terror of the Shrike,

too many questions linger.

Who is this Vadic?

And what exactly
does she want with my son?

Find...

Jack. Jack...

Find me.

Together soon...

Jack.

Find me.

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