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NARRATOR:
Previously on Enterprise:

- Status?
- We're getting reports

of anomalies on all decks.

ARCHER: If we continue, there's a good
chance this ship is gonna get torn apart.

Think what you're asking me to do.

Build a weapon
to destroy an entire world.

We do not have enough information
about the humans.

That can be remedied.

They're locking on
to the starboard docking port.

HOSHI: I'm reading 23 intruders
on Decks C, D and E.

We're preparing to test the weapon
on an uninhabited planet,

but we're going to need
another shipment of kemocite.

I'll contact Gralik.

Gralik,
I have some questions for you.

I wanna know
where they're shipping this kemocite.

It could lead us to the weapon.

TRIP:
There's no doubt about it, captain.

This isotope was used
in the weapon that attacked Earth.

You offered to help us.

- Are you still willing?
- If you're prepared to trust me.

We've modified
the radiolytic signature.

If you can get it on board their ship,
I'll be able to track it.

Degra's going to discover
that you sabotaged his kemocite.

You should just be concerned
with finding this weapon.

It broke orbit minutes ago.

ARCHER: Are you picking up
the tracking signal?

HOSHI:
Loud and clear.

[COM BEEPING]

- Yes?
- TALAS: Commander Shran,

would you come to the Bridge?

- SHRAN: Status?
- We've lost the warp trail.

Continue scanning.

You know what we're looking for,
lieutenant.

It shouldn't be that difficult to find.

Commander.

We've been searching for weeks.

And we'll continue searching
until we've accomplished our mission.

Or until we're destroyed?
You've seen what this place is like.

What are the chances
they've survived?

We have our orders.

We should head back to Andoria
while we're still able.

You sound like you're afraid
of this expanse, lieutenant.

I'd expect that from a Vulcan,
not a member of the Imperial Guard.

Continue scanning.

Don't underestimate these pink skins,
lieutenant.

They're still out there.

- DEGRA: Where are the others?
- XINDI-PRIMATE: Delayed.

- I said the matter was urgent.
- Typical humanoid arrogance.

You expect us to come scurrying
whenever it suits you.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you,

but I'm sure you'll find
the journey worth the effort.

The weapon is ready?

- Not quite.
- Then why are you wasting our time?

The new prototype
has been completed.

We've scheduled a test.

- When?
- Three days.

You'll be able to view the test remotely
from this chamber.

If everything goes as planned,

we should be ready to deploy the final
version in a month, maybe sooner.

And the human threat
will finally be eliminated.

I hope you find that worth your time.

The signal was so weak I wasn't
even sure that it was there at first.

- But you are now?
- Yes, sir.

The isotopic signature
matches the kemocite

that you planted on the Xindi ship.

Set a course.

Tell Trip I want everything
he can give me from the engines.

Captain, as you know,

Ensign Sato and I have been working
to reconstruct our database.

- And?
- We've managed to dig

about 30 percent of the lost data
out of the redundant memory core.

Enough to begin piecing together
a map of the spatial anomalies.

The signal lies just beyond
a dense field of them.

HOSHI:
Here.

- How long to go around it?
- The field is massive.

Seventeen days at warp 5.

Alert the crew it's gonna get rough.

- TRIP: Tucker to the Bridge.
- ARCHER: Go ahead.

I've got the warp reactor
buttoned up.

- We're as ready as we'll ever be.
- Acknowledged.

T'Pol?

I've charted the largest anomalies,
but the field is extremely dense.

We may not be able
to avoid all of them.

Do your best.

Travis,

take us in.

- One half impulse.
- Aye, sir.

[SCANNER BEEPING]

Come to bearing two-seven-five,
mark eight.

[CONSOLE BLEEPING]

[SCANNER BEEPING]

Hard to port.

[THUMPING]

We just grazed it. No damage.

Just how accurate is this map
of yours?

Considering I only have 30 percent
of our database to work with.

[SCANNER BEEPING]

There's an anomaly forming
directly ahead.

[THUMPING
AND SCANNER BEEPING]

It's expanding.

- Expanding?
- I've never seen this before.

They're merging,
building on one another.

- Which way, sub-commander?
- It's growing too rapidly.

Emergency power to hull plating.
Brace for impact.

[RUMBLING
AND SCANNER BEEPING]

Unh!

Ah!

We're losing hull integrity.
Atmosphere is venting on D deck.

- Come about. Get us out of here.
- The helm's not responding.

T'POL:
We've been completely enveloped.

REED:
Main power is going down.

Sir, I'm picking up something
out there.

I think it's a ship.

- Can you identify it?
- There's too much distortion.

[THUMPING]

[CONSOLE BLEEPS]

A tractor beam's locked onto us.

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

We've been pulled out.

They're hailing us.

I guess we owe someone
a thank you.

[BEEPING]

SHRAN:
Captain Archer.

Look at the trouble you've gotten
your pink skin into this time.

You're braver than I imagined.

I wouldn't try
to traverse an anomaly field

in a ship this fragile.

You don't seem
to be having any trouble.

We've discovered a few tricks
to deal with them.

How did you locate us?

We have a record
of your warp signature

from our last encounter.

Our ships are considerably faster
than Enterprise.

It wasn't difficult
to catch up with you.

That explains how you got here.
It doesn't explain why.

Your world was brutally attacked.

The Imperial Guard thought
you'd be grateful to have an ally.

Considering no one else
came rushing to your aid.

And how did the Imperial Guard know
Earth had been attacked?

Seven million killed.
Not exactly a state secret.

Especially if you're monitoring
communications

between Starfleet
and the Vulcan High Command.

What happened to your uniform,
sub-commander?

Not that I don't find
your new look becoming,

but it's not exactly regulation, is it?

I resigned my commission.

Yes, I believe I heard something
about that.

Why are you here?

Your world is in jeopardy
and where are your friends,

the Vulcans?

Where is their mighty fleet?

They couldn't even spare one officer.

She was forced to abandon her career
to remain on your ship.

A remarkably selfless act

for a Vulcan.

But we've come to your aid.

We've come into the Expanse
when they refused.

We're here to help you.

If you don't want our assistance,

we will leave you to deal
with the Xindi on your own.

Just like the Vulcans have done.

Targeting sensors are down,
hull plating.

We're damn lucky the torpedoes
were all in safe mode.

- If one of them had detonated...
- ARCHER: Phase cannons?

They haven't even got enough power
to light a campfire.

How long to fix them?

I couldn't even guess
without a chance to sort this out.

Commander Shran offered
to send his tactical officer over to help.

We'd be giving them access
to critical systems, sir.

The kemocite signal Hoshi picked up
could lead us to the Xindi weapon.

We're going to need our defenses.

I don't like the idea
of having the Andorians down here

any more than you do.

But we could use their help.

Aye, sir.

- The Andorian shuttle has docked.
- Good. Let's put them to work.

I recommend we assign
a security detail

to each repair crew.

You've been talking
to Lieutenant Reed?

They're here to help, T'Pol.

That doesn't mean
we shouldn't exercise caution.

I'm not gonna ask them
to work with guns at their heads

just because you don't like them.

I neither like nor dislike Andorians.

I've simply had a great deal
of experience with them.

I appreciate that.

But whatever problems exist between
Vulcan and Andoria don't involve us.

Not at the moment.

We weren't always so antagonistic,
captain.

In fact,
despite their heightened emotions,

our first contact with Andorians
seemed promising.

What happened?

They were duplicitous.

They only honored agreements
that didn't conflict with their interests.

Is that your assessment
or the High Command's?

Considering the importance
of this mission,

I feel compelled to point out

that they've proven untrustworthy
in the past.

I don't trust them either, T'Pol.

But based on my experience,
I think I can trust Commander Shran.

- Coffee. Black.
- TRIP: No tea?

Yeah, no crumpets either, thank you.

I need all the caffeine I can get.

- What's the situation in Engineering?
- Bad.

- The Armory?
- Worse.

Which one of you is Reed?

I'm Lieutenant Reed.

I assumed I'd find you in the Armory,
not relaxing here.

What is that?

It's coffee. And just for the record,
I haven't left the Armory

for so much as a bathroom break
in nearly 12 hours.

And you are?

Lieutenant Talas
of the Imperial Warship Kumari.

Ah.

This is Commander Tucker,

- our chief engineer.
- Pleasure.

- I've been ordered to assist you.
- Indeed.

Well, I'll see if I can find something
for you to do.

I have duties of my own.

The sooner your ship is repaired,
the sooner I can get back to them.

Well, I'll let you two get acquainted.

SHRAN:
I wasn't sure we'd find you alive.

Under the circumstances,

I'd say we have something
to celebrate.

I appreciate the gesture,
but we have a lot of repairs to make.

And your crew
is doing a fine job of making them.

Have a drink with me.

You've earned a brief respite.

Andorian ale.

You seemed to enjoy it
the last time we met.

I took the liberty
of bringing a few extra bottles.

Thanks.

To a swift victory.

So...

how did you get picked
for this assignment?

I volunteered.

It made sense.

I've had the greatest amount
of contact with pink--

With humans.

And the last time we met,
you helped my people avert a war.

I don't like unpaid debts.

We keep doing each other favors.

Isn't that how alliances are born?

TRIP:
I haven't seen you in a while.

As long as you're here,
maybe you can give me a hand.

Touch this
to the phase regulator there.

While I check the polarity.

And I thought you might
be avoiding me.

Three neuropressure sessions a week
is hardly avoiding you.

The captain asked for an update
on your repairs.

Well, three of the injectors
are burned out,

the restrictor coils
are completely fried.

How long until we have warp?

I would say at least two days,

but the blue guys
really know their stuff.

Should be up and running
in about, oh, 12 hours.

- Is there a problem?
- No.

Keep me informed of your progress.

Hand me the microspanner, please.

I've brought some equipment

that should align those relays
much more precisely.

The spanner will do the job nicely.

If you wouldn't mind.

Is there anything else I can get you?

- Some coffee, perhaps?
- Oh, that'll be lovely.

Since you clearly don't need my help,
I'll return to my ship.

Thank you for the hospitality.

Give my regards
to Commander Shran.

For what it's worth, lieutenant,
I'm not here to steal your secrets.

It'd hardly be worth the effort.

I beg your pardon?

The last time I saw weapons like these
was during my early tactical training.

I'm sorry I wasted your time
on our primitive systems.

Not at all. I found it nostalgic.

Just be careful when you reconnect
that to your power grid.

You didn't reset
the EPS synchronizer.

You may singe your eyebrows
when you bring it back online.

Lieutenant Talas,

I apologize if I've been rude.

Why don't I get us both
a cup of coffee

and we can align
these relays together?

ARCHER:
Captain's starlog, December 6th, 2153.

With some assistance
from the Andorians,

we've managed to steer clear
of anomalies.

T'POL:
Two hundred million kilometers.

Close enough, Travis.
We don't wanna give ourselves away.

Aye, sir.

It's a G-Type star system,
six planets with over a hundred moons.

Any bio-signs?

There's a great deal of debris
in the system.

I can't tell from this range.

Our sensors are more sophisticated
than yours.

We should be able
to scan the system

without betraying our presence.
If I may?

- This is Commander Shran.
- ANDORIAN: Go ahead.

Transfer our long range sensor data
to Enterprise.

Yes, commander.

It's coming in.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

T'POL:
Four vessels.

All Xindi.

T'POL:
Many of the moons show evidence

of extensive weapons bombardment.

- Why attack an uninhabited system?
- I don't think they attacked anyone.

It's Bikini Atoll.

- What?
- When my species was developing

primitive nuclear weapons,
they needed places to test them.

One was a remote island
called Bikini Atoll.

So you believe this is some kind
of proving ground?

It's possible.

If they are getting ready
to test their weapon,

we're running out of time.

I wouldn't recommend
a frontal assault.

Your weapons are damaged.

Critical systems are down
all over your ship.

- And you're outnumbered, four to one.
- I thought it was four to two.

Even our combined forces

don't stand a chance
against that kind of firepower.

I'm not ready to risk my ship
when we don't even know

- if the Xindi weapon is here.
- I agree.

We need to get a closer look.

What do you propose we do?

Fly up to them and ask them
what they're doing?

TRIP:
Ensign.

Commander. I'll take him from here.

Mr. Tucker,
how are your repairs coming along?

Pretty well, thanks to your people.

But I was wondering
if I could ask a favor.

I'm told your antimatter injectors
use variable compression nozzles.

Told by whom?
That's rather sensitive information.

I don't wanna get anyone in trouble,

but one of those injectors
would work wonders for our engines.

I imagine it would.

I don't know, commander.

That's a sophisticated piece
of technology.

- I thought we were allies here.
- That remains to be seen.

You have my condolences
over the attack on your world.

Thanks.

I understand your sister was killed.

Captain Archer told me.

Well, lots of people lost family.

No great victory comes
without sacrifice.

The dispute between my people
and the Vulcans hasn't been bloodless.

Border skirmishes
were common a few decades ago.

They'd violate our territory,
we'd retaliate.

I was still in school

when my older brother
joined the Imperial Guard.

He was assigned
to a forward surveillance unit.

I can understand
why you seek vengeance

against these Xindi.

I'd love to get my hands
on whoever ordered that attack.

But that's not why we're here.

You have no desire
to make these people pay

for the death of your sister?

I just wanna make sure
they don't get the chance

to finish what they started.

[DOOR OPENS]

So any help you can give us...

I'll have that antimatter injector
delivered to you.

I appreciate it.

XINDI-REPTILIAN:
Degra, what's the delay?

Stand by.

We have been standing by
for nearly an hour.

We're confirming
the final power readings.

I wouldn't want you
to be disappointed with the results.

Deploy the weapon.

[CONSOLE BLEEPING]

Initiate firing protocols.

[BLEEPING]

[CONSOLE BEEPING]

What is it?

DEGRA:
A ship just entered the system.

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

We can't identify it.

Abort the test. Return the weapon
to the launch platform.

Degra, report.

Stand by.
Activate all defense systems.

Contact the other vessels
and have them intercept that ship.

Degra.

We are securing the weapon.
I'll resume contact when I can.

We're receiving a transmission
from the ship.

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Shran
of the Andorian Mining Consortium.

You've entered restricted space.
Leave immediately.

Restricted?

I had no idea.
We don't wanna cause any trouble.

We are looking for a rare element.

Archerite.

We picked up some promising
readings coming from your system.

I don't care what you're looking for.
Turn your ship around and leave.

Of course, of course.

But you don't mind
if we finish our scans?

Archerite is extremely valuable to us.

Even a few kilos will pay our expenses
for the next 10 cycles.

They're scanning our ships.

We're not trying
to violate your privacy.

Our sensors are omnidirectional.
There's nothing to be concerned about.

Deactivate your scans and leave
or we'll destroy you.

There's no need for threats.

We'll leave.

But if this system
does contain Archerite,

you just missed out your opportunity
to collect a generous percentage.

Stop the scan.

Take us out of the system,
but not too quickly.

The Andorian Mining Consortium
runs from no one.

T'POL:
It's emitting high levels of radiation.

It could be anything. Power generator
of some kind, fusion reactor.

It has the same quantum signature
as the weapon that attacked Earth.

What's the status of our repairs?

Impulse and warp engines
are nominal.

- Hull plating is at 82 percent.
- Weapons?

Mr. Reed reports the anomaly
caused more damage

than he originally estimated.

- How long?
- He isn't certain. Perhaps two days.

If they are here to test that thing,
we may not have two days.

Why the urgency?

This can't be the final version
of the weapon.

T'Pol's analysis
shows it isn't powerful enough

to destroy an entire planet.

Let them run their tests.

Why destroy this prototype
when we can see it in use,

gauge its destructive power?

I don't intend to destroy it.

If we could get our hands
on this weapon,

Starfleet might be able
to figure out a defense.

We're going to take it.

The phase couplers are charging.

Ah. All we have left
is to reset the emitters.

What's the frequency?

I'll do it.

You don't trust me.

No offense, but when it comes
to our weapons frequencies,

I wouldn't trust my own mother.

Is your mother
considered a security risk?

It's just an expression.

An odd one.

My mother's security clearance
is higher than mine.

Really?

She commanded
an Imperial infantry unit.

- You come from a military family?
- Four generations.

[CHUCKLES]

Three, on my father's side.

He must be disappointed in you.

What?

Betraying your family tradition
by serving on a ship of exploration.

Actually, we haven't done
much exploring for quite a while.

But since you ask,
he wasn't very pleased.

The Royal Navy was his life.

Perhaps he'd feel differently
if he saw you now,

fighting for the survival of your race.

I'm sure he would.

All right, all done.

I'll power it up
and we'll see where we stand.

- Report.
- T'POL: They've launched the prototype.

Can we get a closer look?

- This is Shran.
- ANDORIAN: Yes, commander.

Transfer our sensor telemetry
to Enterprise.

[COMPUTER BLEEPING]

Are these the satisfying results
you promised?

[IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]

The device was building
to an overload.

We were forced to shut it down.

- XINDI-REPTILIAN: Why?
- What happened?

I need time to analyze the data.

Time. We have given you
more than enough time.

We were promised a weapon
to destroy the humans in one stroke,

not peck away at them bit by bit.

XINDI-AQUATIC [IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]:

That moon was nearly split in two.
Clearly progress has been made.

Not enough.

Every failure puts us at risk.

Degra, can the problem be rectified?

Once I've recovered the device,
I'll have more information.

XINDI-REPTILIAN:
We hope so.

T'POL: The output was much greater
than the probe that attacked Earth.

But, still, I don't believe the device
reached its maximum yield.

We detected power fluctuations.

It appears it was building
toward an overload.

Are you saying this was a failure?

A spectacular one, but yes.

[ARCHER CHUCKLES]

Gralik.

An arboreal Xindi
we met at a facility

that manufactured
one of the components

for the weapon.

He promised to help us.

Looks like he kept his word.

SHRAN:
Why haven't they retrieved it?

It's still emitting high levels
of radiation.

How long until it's safe enough
to get close?

Six hours, at least.

We've gotta get to it before they do.

What if we shield the launch bay,

evacuate
all the adjacent compartments?

Could we bring it aboard
any sooner?

Our shielding wouldn't be sufficient
to protect the crew.

Use my ship.

Our force field
will contain the radiation.

We'll secure the device
in our cargo bay

until it's safe to transfer
to Enterprise.

That's a generous offer.

But what are we supposed to do,
cheer you on?

It's four against two, remember?

This would be a joint venture.

Archer to Lieutenant Reed.

Reed here, sir.

- What's the status on weapons?
- Torpedoes are back online.

And thanks to Lieutenant Talas,

we should have phase cannons
within the hour.

We're going to need them.
Archer out.

I wish we had more time.

You're only going to get 94 percent
efficiency from the phase cannons.

I've never gotten them above 93.

If you ever decide
to leave the Imperial Guard,

Starfleet could certainly use you.

And if you get tired of exploring,
you'd do well in the Imperial Guard.

I appreciate your offer, Shran.

We accept.

I'll return to my ship.

I'm going with you.

I plan to be there
when you bring the weapon aboard.

That won't be necessary.
We'll keep you informed.

That's not good enough.
If something goes wrong--

The Kumari is a warship
with a battle-tested crew.

They're capable of performing duties

without you looking over
their shoulders.

What happened to this being
a joint venture?

We'll render
whatever assistance we can,

but my crew won't take orders
from you.

They're going to have to.

The Imperial Guard doesn't serve
at your leisure, pink skin!

This is my mission.

And you'd pass up your best chance
for success over a matter of pride?

This isn't about pride.

The Xindi killed seven million humans,
not Andorians.

I won't put the fate of my people
in the hands of the Imperial Guard.

Now, we could use your help.

But if you're not happy
with me calling the shots,

then we'll go it alone.

I've seen the scans you transmitted,
commander. Impressive.

Archer's science officer
believes the weapon is unstable.

It nearly overloaded.

The Vulcan?

I have no reason to doubt her
assessment. She seems competent.

We'll review her data.
Proceed as planned.

General, the humans
may yet become valuable allies.

If your mission is successful, we won't
need an alliance with them or anyone.

Why squander the opportunity?

Is this mission worth
making enemies of them?

It's not up to you to determine
the value of this mission, commander.

I trust your regard for this pink skin
won't cause you to forget that.

What are you doing?

Why are you accessing the sensors?
They weren't damaged.

Not by the anomaly.

With all the bypasses
we've been running

we obviously could have created
some additional problems.

You're just being thorough.

You wouldn't wanna be in a battle
with the Xindi

- and suddenly find yourself flying blind.
- Hm.

So anything
we need to worry about?

Your lateral array
was out of alignment.

I corrected it. All other systems
are functioning properly.

I'd take this ship into combat myself.

Even with our primitive weapons?

It's not the weapon,
it's the soldier who wields it.

[COMPUTER BLEEPING]

- DEGRA: What is it?
- A ship.

- The Andorians?
- No. Bio-signs are human.

Send the escort ships to intercept.

We have to keep them away
from the weapon.

- Two Xindi ships approaching.
- Tactical alert.

- Evasive maneuvers, ensign.
- Aye.

Hail the captain.

The two Reptilian ships
are moving toward us.

The other vessels
are holding position.

- ARCHER: Try to keep them busy.
- Acknowledged.

I await your orders.

Let's go get it.

Charge weapons and set a course.

[BLEEPING]

Another vessel. It's the Andorian ship.
They're heading for the weapon.

They're working together.
Get our ships back here now.

[THUMPING]

Hull plating's holding.

Return fire. Target their engines.

- They're breaking off.
- They're heading into the system.

Pursuit course, ensign.
Continue firing all weapons.

We have it.

Take us out of the system,
maximum speed.

- Are they following?
- TALAS: No.

The human vessel disabled
main propulsion on both ships.

ARCHER:
What about Enterprise?

They've gone to warp.
No apparent damage.

Contact T'Pol. Have her meet us
at the rendezvous point.

Is there a problem?

Inform the Imperial Guard
we have the weapon.

Set a course for Andoria,
maximum warp.

What are you doing?

I'm afraid we won't be taking orders
from you any longer.

Now I see why you generously offered
to let us use your ship.

You son of a bitch.

I was ordered to retrieve the weapon
by whatever means necessary.

I'm starting to think the Vulcans
may be right about you.

The Vulcans are the reason
we're doing this.

What are you talking about?

For 200 years, all that's kept them
from invading Andoria

is the threat of massive retaliation.

With a weapon of this magnitude
at our disposal

they wouldn't dare attack us.

You're putting Earth at risk because
of a border dispute with the Vulcans?

We disrupted the Xindi test,
took their weapon.

We may have helped
save your world.

I guess I'm not familiar
with the Andorian concept of help.

I don't need to justify my actions
to you, pink skin.

I swore an oath to the Imperial Guard.
My loyalty lies with them.

My crew won't let you take the weapon
without a fight.

Your ship isn't fast enough
to catch us.

You'll have to slow down to pass back
through the anomaly field.

I anticipated that.

When Talas
was working on Enterprise

she disrupted the main sensor array.

They may be able to catch up to us,
but they'll have no way to find us.

You like to talk about repaying debts.
I've owed you that for a long time.

Take the captain to an escape pod.

Don't worry. We'll alert Enterprise
where to find you.

We disabled main power
on both Reptilian ships.

The other vessels aren't pursuing us.

- ARCHER: What about our sensors?
- Back online. You were right, sir.

If I hadn't been watching that officer,
it might have taken weeks

to find out where she sabotaged
the array.

- ARCHER: Their ship?
- It's approaching the anomaly field.

They reduced speed.
We'll intercept them in 14 minutes.

We've begun examining the weapon.

Excellent work. I'll see
that you receive a commendation.

With respect, general,
I'd prefer you didn't.

Transmit your analysis
as soon as possible.

[COM BEEPING]

TALAS:
Commander Shran.

- What is it?
- Enterprise is approaching.

- SHRAN: Where are they?
- TALAS: Eighty thousand kilometers.

They're hailing us.

Captain Archer,
glad to see you made it back safely.

- How did you find us?
- You don't think I'd let your people

work on my ship
without appropriate supervision.

Give us the weapon.

I respect your perseverance,

but you don't actually think
you'll be able to take it from us.

No. I think you're going
to give it to us willingly.

Heh, heh, heh.
I should have warned you.

Don't drink too much
of that Andorian ale in one sitting.

You tossed me overboard
before I had a chance to thank you

for letting us access
your sensor telemetry.

When the Xindi tested the weapon,

we were able to intercept
their activation codes.

Give it to us
or we'll detonate it in your cargo bay.

You'll lose your prize.

I'd rather do that
than let you take it back to Andoria.

- Why? We're not your enemy.
- I can't take the chance

that you'd use it
against the Vulcans.

What have the Vulcans done
to deserve your loyalty?

You said you came to help us,
Shran.

You can still make good
on your offer.

I'm sorry, pink skin.

You're not giving me any choice.

I don't believe you.

Take us into the anomaly field.

T'Pol.

[CONSOLE BLEEPING]

Shran to Cargo Hold 3.
What's your status?

ANDORIAN:
The firing matrix is activated.

I believe the device is arming itself.

- Shut it down.
- We're trying, commander.

I'd get rid of it while you still can.

Report!

They have less than 30 seconds.

Shran.

Twenty seconds.

Clear the hold.
Prepare to open the bay doors.

- Six seconds.
- Let's get moving.

Already on it, sir.

[RUMBLING]

No damage, sir.

The Andorians?

They were much closer
than we were.

Their hull's intact,

but there's significant damage
to their engines and power systems.

Open a channel to Shran.

Ask him
if he requires our assistance.

ARCHER:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

Commander Shran
graciously declined our offer of help.

The last we saw of them,

they were limping away
on auxiliary power.

You have something?

Just before we went to warp,

we received a transmission
from the Andorian ship.

It wasn't on one
of their normal com frequencies.

It was encrypted to look
like subspace interference.

ARCHER:
Let's see it.

Apparently they had time
to take some detailed scans

while it was aboard their ship.

T'POL: Judging from the clandestine
nature of the transmission,

I'd guess that whoever sent this
didn't want to be discovered.

Get it to Starfleet Command
right away.

Why don't you and Trip join me
for dinner tonight.

I have some Andorian ale
you might like to try.