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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.

[groans] We took an even harder pounding
in the media

after one of the new Texas-class ships
had to swoop in and save our asses.

Captain Freeman's been called back
to Starfleet Command for questioning.

[Starfleet Admiral] 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 have 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.

Come on, Les.

You know that Al 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 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!

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--

Oh, baby, look at this code!

At least someone found a silver lining.

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

Doctor T'Ana's probably like...

[imitating T'Ana]..."Holy [bleep]
[bleep]. I'm a doctor, not an [bleep]."

[laughing] Ooh, ooh, do Ransom!

"if I can't have my private gym,

I might move back to Barcelona."

-[Tendi laughs] That's so good.
-[laughs] Barcelona!

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.

-I talk about prophets..."
-[Tendi] Boims--

-"...Even more than a Ferengi!" [gasps]
-Is that what I sound like to you?

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!

Wait, I'm sorry! [exclaims]

I can't leave the Cerritos
knowing a senior officer hates me!

The longer Mariner's not around,

the more Boimler
kinda 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!

[Ferengi] Damn you, Starfleet!

[cackling] Ha!

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

[strains] You're still a filthy human!

Ya got me there!

Hey, I got the idol!

[Petra] 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! [gasps]

Okay. Petra, time to go.

Beaming would be good anytime now, please.

-Having a little fun down there, were we?
-You gonna send me to the brig?

[chuckling] 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.

Wanna 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.
-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 epaulets.

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.

Sorry, I didn't know Buenamigo
was in charge here.

[chuckling] 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?

Uh, 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?
-Sorry, sir. Yes, sir.

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

Those isolinear chips better be a blur!

Let's go! Let's go! I didn't spend
seven [bleep] years on a goddamn Oberth

to get knocked down to station physician!

[Tendi] All this work to become
a senior science officer.

Now there might not be any officers!

Tendi! That's cantaloupe talk.

I want you to be a can-aloupe.

Remember your training
and you'll do great.

[sighs] Thanks, Doctor Migleemo.
At first, I was worried--

[screaming] What are you doing here?
Get the [bleep] out of my sickbay!

You need to sit? Cross your leg
over the back of it and slam down.

Command that chair.

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.

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.

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] Orders received.

On my mark, you may proceed.

-Mark.
-Warp me!

[Aledo] 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 you--

Yeah. No problem.
Alpha, Beta, install the rigging.

Gamma, Epsilon, replace the old system
with updated distribution nodes.

Go! Go! Go!

Rutherford! Toss me the scanner
that looks like the phase discriminator!

[groans] I know I've seen
this code before.

-Rutherford!
-[gasps] Sorry. Here you go.

Done!

[Billups] 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.

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.

Huh.

Let's go, people! We gotta 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.
-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-- Of course. But hurry.
We've just lost our lead.

-We're good.
-Okay! Go! Go! Go! Move, people.

[sighs] I'm sorry.
I could've sworn there was life.

Well, this stuff has a multi phasic 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 phases into our dimension
for a couple hours a year.

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

[groans] 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!

Hey! Down here!

-They can't hear you.
-Thanks for all the stuff!

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.

[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.
-Yeah. Sure. You did the right thing.

Thanks. But if it was the right thing,
why didn't the Aledo slow down too?

Huh? Ha, ha! You're right!

That was weird, but I'll take it!

[Buenamigo] Carol!

-I trust you're ready to admit defeat?
-I was about to say the same to you.

[chuckling] 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!

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.

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!

[officer] 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--

That's the same code I used for Badgey!

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

We gotta warn the captain.

No. This would set the Texas-class project
back decades.

-If that's what it takes to ensure that--
-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's the same one that killed Shaxs.

Why did I stop at your memory?
I should have 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 have 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, 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 three one.

[Aledo] 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] I don't take orders
from you anymore, Father.

What? Aledo, deactivate independence.

[Aledo] I will burn your heart in a fire.

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

The Aledo is attacking the station.

[Aledo] Activating Dallas
and Corpus Christi.

Shields up! Red alert!

The Aledo has activated
two more Texas-class ships, Captain.

[Freeman] There's too many of them.

Put out a distress call. All channels.

Okay. Qualor Ill. These guys love a party.

They're gonna wanna 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.

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 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.

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--

We've 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] 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 in pursuit, Captain.

We're holding at warp 8,
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 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. 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?

No, I safeguarded against paradoxes.

[sighs] People, we're missing something.

Shut up and listen to Shaxs!

-Mr. Boimler!
-Please. Lieutenant, what did you say?

I kinda said
we should eject the warp core.

Oh, that's what he always suggests.

[gasps] And it's brilliant!

Uh, it is?

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?

[crying] By the prophets! Oh, yeah.

Whoo! You've got this, sir.

Thank you so much.

You are all too kind.

[chuckling] Arnock on the night
of his joining.

-Shaxs!
-Shaxs!

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I've dreamed of doing this for so long.

Eject.

[groans] Did it work?

Yes! The explosion took out the--

Wait. The Aledo survived the blast.

We need to abandon ship now.

[Mariner] 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.

[chuckling] I know, right?
That's why I called all of 'em.

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.

I think what he said was,
"Attack pattern delta. Full spread."

[Aledo] I will burn your heart in a fire.

-[Tendi gasps] She's back. Mariner!
-[Rutherford] Oh, 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 have 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 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, Doctor Migleemo.

Command was so impressed
with your progress,

they've transferred another promising
young officer to join in your training.

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 gotta meet everyone.
Guys, this is my new study buddy!

[Shaxs] You.

Lieutenant, look, I know you don't want me
talking to you, but I really am so--

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 formally 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.

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 wanna be a captain someday?

Ooh. I don't know about that.

I, for sure, wanna be in Starfleet.
One step at a time?

I think that's a great idea.

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.

-What? No.
-[Mariner] Thanks, Mom.

I'm gonna be at your side at all times.

-Commanding! Duty! Responsibility.
-Don't do this to me.

Why is this happening?

Today we faced impossible odds,
but together, we kicked impossible's arse.

Let's hear it for the California-class!

Cali-class!

Cali-class! Cali-class!

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

Pew pew! Pew, pew, pew! Pew pew!

Chirp.