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RANSOM:
First officer's log,

stardate 58499.2.

The Cerritos is in for repairs
at Douglas Station

after a pounding from the Breen.

[sighs]
We took an even harder pounding

in the media
after one of the new

Texas-class ships
had to swoop in

and save us our asses.

Captain Freeman's
been called back

to Starfleet Command
for questioning.

ADMIRAL WONG:
Disappointment is

an understatement,
Captain Freeman.

Project Swing By
was a waste of resources,

and you almost got
your crew killed.

We did uncover
a Breen insurgency.

An attack you could've been
prepared for

if the culture on your ship
was more professional.

Admiral, I assure you,

the Cerritos crew
takes their duty seriously.

Captain Freeman's right.

The Cerritos is a necessary part
of the fleet.

However, my automated
Texas-class ships

are her superior,
with zero human error.

They haven't even been tested.

I recommend decommissioning
the California-class

and let the Texas-class
handle second contact.

Starfleet was founded
as a way for humanity

to advance into the stars.

This would undo
centuries of progress.

Captain, I'm sorry,
but there are plenty of other

crewed ships in the fleet.

The council has decided to take
Admiral Buenamigo's advice

and shutter
the California-class.

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Come on, Les.

You know that AI can't navigate
complex problems like I can.

The Texas-class will save lives.

The California-class
already does.

I'm fighting this,
and I don't want my crew

hearing anything
until I've had my say.

BOIMLER:
Guys! Guys!

Hans just told me that
the Phylosian in Tactical's

girlfriend's Vedek
heard that Starfleet Command

is shuttering the Cali-class
and replacing it with drones!

Who's Hans?

- You know, towel guy.
- [gasps] The gossip king?

He's never been wrong.

We're all gonna get reassigned.
I can't work at an outpost.

I won't look good
in a drab olive vest.

Does that mean I'm not gonna
be able to keep doing

senior science officer training?

When some computer's
doing our jobs? Probably not.

Whoa. These Texas-class ships
are amazing.

Rutherford, stop being impressed
with the thing

that's stealing our jobs.

Sorry, sorry. No. I don't know

what I would do without
the Cerritos, but...

Ooh, baby, look at this code.

At least someone found
a silver lining.

Oh, man, I wonder how
the bridge crew's taking it.

Dr. T'Ana's probably like,

[imitating T'Ana]:
"Holy [bleep] [bleep].

I'm a doctor,
not an [bleep]hole."

[laughs] Ooh, ooh, do Ransom.

[imitating Ransom]: [grunts]
"If I can't have my private gym,

I might move back to Barcelona."

- [laughing] Barcelona.
- [normal voice]: Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, wait, who's this?
[clears throat]

[imitating Shaxs]:
"Hey, baby bear.

"The only thing I'll miss

"is being able
to eject the warp core.

- [shushing]
-"I talk about prophets

even more than a Ferengi."

Is that what

- I sound like to you?
- [gasps]

[normal voice]:
Lieutenant Shaxs.

No. I-I didn't mean...

I was going to ask you

for help with my phaser,

but I guess I'm just
a big joke to you!

[crying]

Wait. I'm sorry! Ah.

I can't leave
the Cerritos knowing

a senior officer hates me.

[panting]

The longer Mariner's not around,

the more Boimler kind of
loses his grasp on reality.

[sighs] I still feel awful
about how we acted

when she got transferred.

Yeah, we should've been
more supportive.

I hope she's okay,
all alone out in space.

She's probably miserable.

MARINER:
All right!

[laughs]

FERENGI:
Damn you, Starfleet!

[laughs] Ha!

Well, nice try,
but I'm not Starfleet.

[shouts]

You're still a filthy "hew-mon."

You got me there.

Hey, I got the idol.

PETRA [over comms]:
And you're sneaking out

without making
a big deal of it, right?

Oh, totally.
I'm playing it very cool.

Better luck next time,
you dumb grave robbers.

Okay, Petra, time to go.

- Beaming would be good.
- [grunts]

- Anytime now, please.
- [yells]

Having a little fun
down there, were we?

You gonna send me to the brig?

I don't care what you do, as
long as we can get this bad boy

to the Qualor Historical Museum.

Ooh, and our route takes us

right through
the Bitrus Expanse.

Want to excavate
a couple temples on the way?

Yeah, I do.
The more hidden the better.

[sighs] Rescuing artifacts from
black market thieves is great,

but, you know,
the best part of this gig

is that you never get
pissed off.

Thanks for letting me
do my thing.

Yeah, well, with our funding,
we'll both be able

to do our thing
for as long as we want.

Oh, yeah, who's footing the bill
for all this?

It has to cost, like, a fortune.

Aw, that's cute,

pretending you have any concept
of how money works.

But we donate everything
to museums,

so how do we pay
for our fuel and gear?

How'd you get this ship?

I'll handle the finances,

and you worry about grabbing us

some frosty Rom-Ales
for the warp.

Hmm.

BUENAMIGO:
It's understandable

that the captain isn't keen
on losing her command,

which is why I would like
to offer her a promotion:

fleet captain
of the entire Texas-class.

I don't want
some operations desk job.

Ah, wait till you see
the uniform.

It has four epaulettes.

This is his vanity project,
not mine.

His ships do seem superior
to the Cali-class.

Well, then he should prove it.

I challenge you
to a mission race.

If your drones really are
better than my crew,

then it should be easy.

Captain Freeman is begging
to prove her obsolescence.

You can't allow her

- to humiliate her crew.
- FREEMAN: Sorry,

I didn't know Buenamigo
was in charge here.

Oh, please. These fine admirals
know that I am right,

but if this is what you want...

RANSOM:
We're doing what?!

A second contact race.

- What even is that?
- I made it up on the spot.

A multi-planet mission,
timed and judged.

Repairs,
outpost install, resupply.

We could do these in our sleep.

Exactly, and it'll be
the first time for the Aledo.

That gives us an edge.

Make sure your departments know

we're not just fighting
for ourselves.

We have to do this
for the entire California-class.

BILLUPS:
Let's see some hustle, people.

We're doing Galaxy-class
engineering today.

- Do you hear me, Mr. Rutherford?
- [screams]

Sorry, sir. Yes, sir.

I want to see Commander
Data-level work, people.

Those isolinear chips
better be a blur.

T'ANA:
Let's go, let's go!

I didn't spend
seven [bleep] years

on a goddamn Oberth
to get knocked down

to station physician.

All this work to become
a senior science officer.

Now there might not be
any officers.

Tendi, that's cantaloupe talk.

I want to you to be
a can-aloupe.

Remember your training,
and you'll do great.

Thanks, Dr. Migleemo.
At first, I was worried...

- [screeches]
- [shouts]

What are you doing here?!

Get the [bleep] out
of my sick bay!

You need to sit?

Cross your leg over
the back of it and slam down.

Command that chair.

[gasps]

Sir, please, I respect you
and all Bajorans.

Oh, so all Bajorans
are the same?

What? No, no, I didn't mean...

Get away from me!

I need to concentrate
on the mission.

[sobs]

We're in position, Captain.

I should thank you
for doing this, Captain.

It's the perfect way
for me to show off

the Aledo's capabilities.

[chuckles]
Not a problem at all, Admiral.

Can't wait to see you fall
on that smug face.

Aledo, I'm uploading
mission parameters now.

ALEDO COMPUTER:
Orders received.

On my mark, you may proceed.

- Mark.
- Warp me!

ALEDO COMPUTER:
Shall I commence, Admiral?

Negative, Aledo.

Let's make this interesting,
give them a head start.

On behalf of all Galardonians,
I want to thank...

Yeah, no problem. Alpha, Beta:
install the rigging.

Gamma, Epsilon: replace
the old system with the updated

distribution nodes. Go, go, go!

Rutherford, toss me
the scanner that looks like

- a phase discriminator.
- [Rutherford sighs]

I know I've seen
this code before.

BILLUPS:
Rutherford!

[screams] Sorry. Here you go.

Done.

BOTH:
Whoa!

Captain, half a power plant
just beamed in beside us.

The Aledo can transport
prefabricated modules?

We have to move!

Billups to Cerritos,
six to beam up.

BOIMLER: We've arrived
at LT-358, Captain.

Scans indicate
the probe was right:

- no signs of life.
- We're in the lead.

Let's keep it that way, people.
Begin outpost installation.

- [tricorder beeps]
- Huh.

[all gasp]

Let's go, people.
We got to wrap this up.

Sir, I'm sorry, but
we have to stop construction.

- What are you talking about?
- The scans missed

microscopic signs of life
in the soil.

We need to make sure
it isn't sentient.

RANSOM:
Everyone, stop!

Captain, we have a potential

microbial life down here.

We need to do
a full self-awareness assessment

before we finish the outpost.

Wha-- [scoffs] Of course.

But hurry.
We've just lost our lead.

- [computer trills]
- We're good.

Okay, go, go, go!

- Move, people! Let's go!
- [sighs] I'm sorry.

I-I could've sworn
there was life...

No, no, no, this stuff
has a multiphasic charge,

confuses the [bleep]
out of a tricorder. Let's go.

[sighs]
Outpost is complete, Captain.

I need warp now!

We just have to deliver
supplies to Ockmenic 9.

It's one of those Brigadoon-type
planets that only phases

into our dimension
for a couple hours a year.

Hopefully, we can catch up
to the Aledo before it appears.

Ugh, this blows!
It's taking forever.

Just don't embarrass me, okay?

You're the one who begged
to come with me, all right?

Well, I wanted to see the ship.

They're gonna be in orbit.

It's gonna be like
a tiny little dot.

You're not going to
see them at all.

Whoa, ho, ho, ho, ho. Hey!

- Down here!
- They can't hear you.

Thanks for all the stuff!

All right, shut up
for a second. [clears throat]

Supplies received.
The Ockmenians appreciate

- all Starfleet...
- Next time, send a replicator!

Oh, my God,
why are you like this?

BARNES: Captain, the planet
is already phasing away.

No. No!

[sighs] We're too late.

[Buenamigo laughing]

[sighs] God, we would've won
if I hadn't defended the life

of some inert dust.

[sighs]
When secondary scans find life,

you have to drop everything.

That's, like, the entire point
of the prime directive.

Right, Rutherford?
Back me up here.

Yeah, yeah, sure.
You did the right thing.

Thanks, but if it was
the right thing,

why didn't the Aledo
slow down, too?

Huh?

[laughs] You're right!

That was weird,
but I'll take it.

- [PADD rings, trills]
- BUENAMIGO: Carol,

I trust you're ready
to admit defeat?

I was about to say
the same to you.

[scoffs, laughs]
The Aledo trounced you.

Sure, because it skipped
analyzing signs of life

on LT-358.

Come on, that's a barren rock.

But there was a chance
it wasn't.

I don't always love
the constraints

of the prime directive,

but your little toy
totally ignored it.

[scoffs] Oh, stop.
This is a rounding error.

One that proves the Texas-class
isn't fit for duty.

I'm sorry, Les, but I have to
take this to the council.

[gasps] Nuh-uh. Nuh-uh!

W-W-Wait, wait.
What are you nuh-uh'ing?

I figured it out!
This code is mine.

The Aledo runs on my AI.

There's minor changes,
but it's all there.

But how does that
make any sense?

It was Admiral Buenamigo's
secret project.

Yeah, but I coded this
back when I was the old me,

the angry ship racing me.
[screams]

Keep it together.

[screams]

How much do you want to erase?

Everything that has to do
with me or the program.

Admiral Buenamigo.

He's the one that had me
working on the prototype

for the Texas-class ships.

[gasps] He's the one
who erased your memories!

Yeah, he used my designs,
my code... [gasps]

That's the same code
I used for Badgey.

Oh, no. A starship
can't have daddy issues.

- We got to warn the Captain.
- BUENAMIGO: No.

This would set the Texas-class
project back decades.

If that's what it takes

- to ensure that...
- [door chimes, opens]

Captain, you need to see this!

- Ensign, I'm busy.
- Rutherford?

Yeah, that's right,
and I figured it out.

The Aledo's code is corrupted.

He erased my memory
to cover it up.

The AI is the same one
that killed Shaxs.

Why did I stop at your memory?

I should've erased all of you!

Les, what the hell is this?

Starfleet is so competitive.

Once you're an admiral,
you hit a wall.

I've been trying for years
to make a name for myself.

I'm not letting you
take it from me,

not after everything I did

- to get us here.
- Everything you did?

Wait. That means...

Yes, yes, I set you up.

I was sure you would fail at
negotiations on Deep Space 9,

but you stumbled
through that fiasco.

And the Breen?

Of course I knew
they were on Brekka.

I needed the Aledo
to save the day,

and you handed me
a perfect disaster.

My crew could've been killed!

The Texas-class will keep
countless others out of danger.

The good of the many, Carol.

Sir, you don't understand.
The code you're using--

its emotional processing
isn't stable.

You can't bring
those ships online.

You are not one of those
bad faith admirals

that's up to no good.

You're better than this, Les.

I'm really not.
You know... [sighs]

I'll-I'll say you attacked
the Aledo out of anger

when you lost the race.

It defended itself.

- What?!
- Aledo,

activate independent control,

command authorization
Buenamigo Alpha 3-1.

[whirring, beeping]

ALEDO COMPUTER:
I am now fully autonomous.

The Cerritos
is under enemy command.

Block all communications
and destroy it.

Aledo, do you understand?

I said attack the Cerritos!

ALEDO COMPUTER: I don't take
orders from you anymore, Father.

What?
Aledo, deactivate independence.

ALEDO COMPUTER: I will burn
your heart in a fire.

Aledo, stand down.
Stand down, I comm...

The Aledo's attacking
the station!

ALEDO COMPUTER:
Activating Dallas

and Corpus Christi.

Shields up! Red Alert!

The Aledo has activated two more

- Texas-class ships, Captain.
- [alarm blaring]

FREEMAN:
There's too many of them.

Put out a distress call,
all channels.

[screaming]

[screaming]

PETRA:
Okay. Qualor III.

These guys love a party.

They're gonna want to celebrate
when we hand this over.

[yawns] I'm still wiped
from all that Ferengi mocking.

I'm gonna sit this one out.
Ooh, bring me back a slushy.

Hey, I'll bring you back two.

Okay.

Time to find out who's funding
this little operation.

- Forgot my punch card.
- [shouts]

You got a second wind to dig
into my private files, huh?

Yeah, see,
I'm not into the whole

"mysterious benefactors" thing.

This whole operation
is shady as hell.

Fine. Go on, then, dig away.

Admiral Picard? No way.

Yes way. The guild has
a huge endowment from Jean-Luc.

That guy loves mummies
even more than you.

Aw, I was hoping for a Romulan
or at least a Xindi cabal.

Hold on. You wanted to find
something nefarious?

I think, deep down,

I was looking for a reason
to go back to Starfleet.

Are you joking?
You just escaped all that.

I know, but I-I think I want
to be a part of something

that stands
for the greater good.

Oh, and archaeology doesn't?
That's a bit [bleep] rude.

No. I mean, it's fun,

but how many old brown pots
do we really need?

All right, well,
that's just even ruder.

I'd rather be digging up pots

than serving on
your old ship today.

- What does that mean?
- It's on all the news feeds.

As usual, Starfleet's
getting people blown up,

left, right and center.

Oh, my God.

- We have to help.
- No, we don't.

- It's a bloodbath.
- Those are my friends.

I said stop. It's not our fight.

I know,
Starfleet's just an idea,

but the people matter.

You served on the Victory.
You know that.

Mariner, it's suicide.
We're just one ship.

I know,
but we have to do something.

Ugh.

Fine. You're gonna get me
killed, aren't you?

Only one way to find out.

Captain, what are your orders?

Prepare sickbay for casualties
and hail the station.

Get me communication with the...

We got the Van Citters
warping in!

They're tearing her up!

We need to buy Starfleet
some time. Open a channel.

Aledo, I have the man
who wrote your code.

He's got the ability
to delete you

unless you stand down.

I do? Oh, yeah.

You better stop attacking,
or you're dunsel.

ALEDO COMPUTER: I will burn
your heart in a fire.

They're-they're coming
pretty fast, Captain.

Good, then they're not killing
any more civilians.

Maximum warp me.

They're still
in pursuit, Captain.

We're holding at warp eight,
but they're gaining.

Billups, I need full throttle.

I'll give you everything I can,

but I don't know how much
the struts can take.

Let's find out.

Brace yourselves.
This is about to get rough.

That bought us some time,
but they're closing the gap.

We're gonna have to make
our own luck. Give me options.

I say we eject the warp core.

We could drop out of warp
and surprise attack.

AI doesn't get surprised.

Can we rendezvous
with the Titan?

No, they're across the system.

Wait, guys, Shaxs said...

Let's modify the deflector dish

and use it as a giant weapon.

Is there something
I can say to trap those AI

in a logic spiral?

RUTHERFORD: No, I safeguarded
against paradoxes.

Ugh, people,
we're missing something!

Shut up and listen to Shaxs!

Mr. Boimler!

Please, Lieutenant,
what did you say?

I... kind of said
we should eject the warp core.

Oh, that's what
he always suggests.

[gasps] And it's brilliant.

Uh, it is?

FREEMAN: We can use
the warp core as a mine...

And drop it right in their path.

But wouldn't that
rip us out of warp?

Better than getting ripped apart
by photon torpedoes.

Mr. Shaxs, make it so.

Really, Captain?

- [chuckles] By the prophets.
- Yeah!

- Oh, yeah.
- Whoo! You've got this, sir!

Thank you so much.

- [cheering]
- You're all too kind.

Arnock, on the night
of his joining.

- ALL: Shaxs! Shaxs! Shaxs!
- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- [chanting continues]

I've dreamed of doing this
for so long.

Eject.

[all screaming]

[alarm blaring]

[groans] Did it work?

Yes!
The explosion took out the...

- [computer beeps]
- Wait.

The Aledo survived the blast!

[all grunt]

We need to abandon ship now.

MARINER [over comms]:
Belay that order.

Mariner, no! Get out of here.
You can't help us on your own.

Uh, yeah, I know.
I brought help.

Captain, another ship
is dropping out of warp.

It's the... Oakland?

Just hang on
a little longer, Cerritos.

We've got your back.

Captain Ramsey?
No, get out of here!

The Aledo is too powerful.

A Cali-class ship
won't stand a chance.

[chuckles] I know, right?
That's why I called all of them.

All of what?

BOIMLER:
It's the Alhambra.

The San Diego.
The San Clemente.

The Sherman Oaks,
the Vacaville, the Burbank,

the Fresno, Santa Monica,
San Jose, Sacramento,

Culver City, Anaheim, Riverside,

Vallejo, West Covina,
Pacific Palisades,

Redding, Eureka, Mount Shasta!

It's all of them, Captain.

The Merced is at your disposal,
Captain Freeman.

Carlsbad's always happy
to lend a hand.

Shields up, red alert,

the Inglewood's ready
to kick some ass.

[buzzing]

I think what he said was,

"Attack pattern Delta,
full spread!"

[computer trills]

ALEDO COMPUTER: I will burn
your heart in a fire.

[alarm blaring]

[all cheering]

♪

[overlapping chatter]

[gasps] She's back! Mariner!

- RUTHERFORD: Awesome!
- Mariner, the reporter.

I'm so sorry
I told you to apologize

for something you didn't do.

Aw, it's okay, you big dummy.

I know you were just trying
to protect me.

Is this one of those
"you say it's fine,

"but you're actually still mad,

and it's gonna blow up
in my face" situations?

Because I will happily
continue to apologize.

No, I'm not mad.

I got a taste of civilian life,

and I am just so happy
to be back.

Look, we all should've
done more to defend you.

Nobody handled that worse
than me. I love you guys.

After all that,
you're keeping the implant?

It robbed me of my memories,

and it was used
to cover up deadly crimes,

but it's so cool!

I'm still finding submenus
I had no idea were in there.

I'm proud of you, Ensign.

You were under
immense pressure today,

but you still stood up
for science.

Aw, thanks, Dr. Migleemo.

Command was so impressed
with your progress,

they've transferred
another promising young officer

to join in your training.

[Tendi screams]

Oh, my gosh! Hi. I'm Tendi.
Welcome to the Cerritos.

We're gonna be
training together.

Greetings. I am T'Lyn.

Is there someplace quiet where
we can discuss my orientation?

First, you got to meet everyone.

Guys, this is
my new study buddy!

SHAXS:
You.

BOIMLER:
Lieutenant, look,

I know you don't want me
talking to you,

- but I really am sorry...
- [laughs]

You gave me everything
I ever asked for.

You're in the bear pack now.

Are you my bridge buddy?

Absolutely, baby bear.

Aw, bears.

- Hey, Mom.
- Uh...

Beckett, I want to
formerly reinstate you

to the Cerritos crew,
if you're...

It's good to see you, too.

I'm sorry. I don't know why
I didn't trust you.

Mm, maybe because I spent years
making sure you didn't.

I think I needed this.

I'm ready to get back
on the right path.

So, you want to be
a captain someday?

Ooh, I don't know about that.

I for sure
want to be in Starfleet.

One step at a time?

I think that's a great idea.

You know,
I was actually thinking

it would be good
to have a mentor.

So, can Ransom train me?

Of course.

Jack, Mariner's back on board,

- and she's gonna be your shadow!
- Wh-What? No.

Thanks, Mom! I'm gonna be
at your side at all times.

- Commanding.
- Please, please,

- don't do this to me, Captain.
- Duty.

- Responsibility.
- Why is this happening?!

[Ramsey whistles]

Today, we faced impossible odds,

but together,
we kicked impossible's ass.

- [crowd cheering]
- Let's hear it

for the California-class!

ALL [chanting]:
Cali-class!

Cali-class! Cali-class!

Cali-class! Cali-class!
Cali-class!

♪

[whirring]

[static crackling]

[man imitates weapons firing]

Chirp.