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Previously on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds...

My sacrifice will save the livs

of those I care most about.

- It's time for me to go. - I've let something out.

- It's your emotions. - I can't control it.

Mr. Kirk, clean your mess.

T'Pring and I have decided to take time apart.

I am conflicted

because I have feelings for someone else.

I don't want to suppress this one any longer.

Those events were never supposed to happen

and you were never meant to be aware of them.

I have to insist that you not share

any of what you experienced from this time.

Buy me a drink next time we're on starbase together.

That, uh, sounds lovely.

The people you love the most can cause you the most pain,

but it's the people you love that can mend your heart

when you feel broken.

Communications Officer's Log, stardate 2394.8.

Enterprise has been sent to Bannon's Nebula,

on the edge of explored space.

I've seen a lot of nebulas, but this one's special.

It's a stellar nursery,

the birthplace of new stars.

But that's not why we're here.

The nursery is also full of deuterium... starship fuel.

Starfleet's building an outpost here to collect and refine it,

if they can ever get it workin.

Amazing to think that a million years from now,

those brand-new stars will shine down

on explorers just like us,

but this place will look entirely different by then.

Uhura. You awake there, Ensign?

My eyes are technically open, Captain.

Just didn't get much sleep last night.

Or the last ten.

Oh. Well, I appreciate all the work you've put into

coordinating this mission,

but you generally only want to burn the candle at one end.

I'll take that under advisement.

The crew of the refinery sends their greetings

and they're waiting for our engineering details.

Have Chief Kyle stand by to initiate transport.

I hear congratulations are in order, Fleet Captain.

- Stop it. - Fleet Captain?

I've been given command of the refinery and the Farragut,

just until we get the station on line.

Well, it's the shiniest gas station I've ever seen.

Well, it's not just a gas station, Lieutenant.

It's right at the edge of the frontier.

It unlocks half the quadrant.

It'll be the jumping-off point

for the next great age of exploration.

Oh, good, I was afraid I'd miss the speech.

Well, I started earlier but Uhura fell asleep.

I assumed Starfleet's primary motivation

was the nebula's proximity to Gorn space.

Sadly, you're probably right.

Their presence is growing. This will help us counter it.

Which is why the refinery needs to be finished

- as soon as possible. - While the refinery is off-line,

Enterprise'scollectors are operational,

though the process may be slower.

It would be logical to use this opportunity to refuel ourselves.

My thoughts exactly, Mr. Spock.

Ortegas, find us a dense pocket of deuterium and do some laps.

Rip some doughnuts through the gas cloud, aye, sir.

Nice and slow, we don't want to use more fuel than we collect.

Activating Bussard collectors.

Refueling underway, Captain.

Sorry to interrupt, Captain. I'm receiving a signal.

On speakers.

Any time, Ensign.

Uh...

- It's gone. - Can you play back the recording?

I can't find it, sir.

It was there, Captain.

- It's probably just a glitch... - I'll run a full diagnostic

on the communication system.

First, disable the subspace antenna.

Check for a charge on the EPS manifold

before disconnecting this tap.

Perfect.

Now, if there's

any residual ionization,

- here is where you'll find it. - Uh,

what the hell

- are you doing inside my nacelle? - Sorry.

I am recalibrating the communications array.

The antenna assembly goes through the nacelles.

I like to be thorough, and I've asked for so many

of these recalibrations that eventually Hemmer got annoyed

and said it would be easier to show me how to do it myself.

You know, "teach a cadet to fish."

So we made a recording.

Hemmer was our chief engineer, before he...

I know. He was one of my best students.

I'm sorry, I just said that because he's dead.

Actually, he was just okay.

But look... Look what he made of himself.

Right.

Anyway, I'm almost done.

How come you never talked to me before?

Uh, I'm... I'm sure I have.

Oh, no.

- No, no. - Oh.

I'm sorry.

I've just been busy, I guess.

Welcome to the Enterprise.

here is where you'll find i.

Now, what do you do next?

I don't know.

I won't let you blow up the ship, I promise.

Not that!

- Important lesson: be less gullible. - Hey!

Back to work.

Let's start by turning down the gain on the subspace antenna...

Between us and the bulkhead,

the whole project's been a fiasco.

The refinery was supposed to be on line two months ago.

What's slowing it down?

"Organizational difficulties"

was the polite term that Starfleet used.

Their previous superintendent got shipped back to Earth,

which is why they could really use your version of...

managerial fervor?

Mm! Nothing beats cleaning up somebody else's mess.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starshipEnterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds..

To seek out new life

and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Based on what you heard and saw,

and the elevated readings from your visual cortex,

I'd say it's pretty clear you were hallucinating.

You said you had just watched a video of Hemmer.

His death was fresh in your mind.

Starfleet officers aren't supposed to

randomly hallucinate.

You didn't do anything wrong.

And there was nothing random about it.

While working in the nacelle you were exposed

to a small amount of refined deuterium,

which can be dangerous.

You have a mild case of deuterium poisoning.

And that can cause terrifying hallucinations?

It can.

You could also experience headaches,

blurred vision, nausea.

This should help with the symptoms.

But there is something else here.

Your serotonin and cortisol levels.

You haven't been sleeping.

Oh.

It's been a busy...

year.

Exhaustion can exacerbate

the effects of deuterium poisoning.

You need to rest.

How am I supposed to sleep after what I just saw?

I empathize.

But I also know a stubborn patient when I see one.

You aren't going back on duty

until I'm satisfied you've slept.

Head to Deck Seven,

get to work stabilizing the life-support grid.

Aye, sir.

It's not as bad as it looks.

It's way worse.

The central refining and storage systems

all seem to be in good shape.

Have you looked at the maintenance logs?

Because you get the feeling that this place has been

breaking down a lot faster

than the crew is able to fix it.

Luckily, we have three crews now.

Enterpriseand Farragut'steams can mop up the problem systems

while the station's teams get the refinery running.

Yes. But if there is

an underlying issue,

and it smells like there is,

we ought to figure that out.

I typically don't base my decision-making

off of feelings and smells.

Oh.

Any underlying issues will become clear as we work.

Mm. Aye aye, Commander.

Hello?

- Sam. - Jimmy.

Welcome to the Enterprise.

Hell of a ship.

And they let you work here?

What can I say? Captain Pike

asked for the more handsome Kirk brother.

You want a tour?

As long as it ends at the bar.

So, what's new and exciting

in the world of xenoanthropology?

Literally everything in xenoanthropology

is new and exciting.

But instead of giving you

a long answer you don't actually care about,

why don't we skip to your news?

Wow.

Sensing some hostility there, Sam.

Not at all.

Congrats, Jim. First officer of the Farragut.

Well, not for another few months.

I still have to train my replacement.

Still, it's quite an achievement.

Thank you.

And youngest first officer in the whole fleet.

Youngest first officer ever, actually.

I don't suppose you remember who held the record before you?

Ah, okay. That's what this is.

It was George Kirk, Sr. First officer of the Kelvin.

Dad gave you his first name,

even if you choose not to use it,

so I have to do something to keep up.

You're making me look...

Like what?

Sam, what does my ambition have to do with you?

Dad has a very old-fashioned idea

of what a successful career looks like,

what a fulfilling life looks like,

and it just so happens it looks a lot like you.

Well, if you're so worried about impressing Dad,

then why are you wallowing in a science lab?

Wallowing, seriously?

Records are made to be broken.

I put in some legwork to beat this one. So what?

We can make the old man proud in our own ways.

Or not at all.

Finally! Okay,

life support's been stabilized.

Are you kidding me?

We need to send a team to Deck Five

to get the EPS regulators back on line.

Yes. Well, that is going to have to wait.

One of my teams found something in the fuel distribution system.

That system was on line already. What were you...

You disobeyed my direct orders

and went digging around in the functioning systems...

If I had followed your orders to the letter,

we would never have found evidence of sabotage.

Sabotage?

Your move.

I know.

Is that not a polite euphemism for "make your move faster"?

Am I boring you, Mr. Spock?

Decidedly not.

Your move.

There is a matter I've been meaning to discuss.

Should I get a drink first?

You sound serious.

Starfleet is built on a command hierarchy.

Fraternization can lead to... complications.

- As such, there are protocols... - You want to tell Starfleet about us.

If there is anything to tell.

Your move.

Relationships...

at least for humans, can be...

quantum things.

Think about Schroödinger's cat...

They exist or

they don't,

- depending on who's observing them. - That is...

Not how quantum superposition actually works?

Yeah, I know.

It's a-a metaphor, Spock.

A messy one. Just like

whatever this is.

My point is

if we let Starfleet...

Or anyone else, for that matter...

Look inside the box, then...

Our quantum cat

might disappear.

I'd just as soon let it live,

see how big it grows.

- Your move. - Excuse me.

- Ensign, aren't you... - Supposed to be resting, sir, yes, but...

Everybody ignores the "orders" part of doctor's orders.

I don't have deuterium poisoning.

When I saw Hemmer on the turbolift,

I heard the same sound that I heard on the bridge,

but I heard it on the bridge before I went into the nacelle,

before I was exposed to deuterium.

You believe your hallucinations began on the bridge.

Logic would suggest that

the simplest solution is often

the correct one, right?

You seem to be the only Enterprisecrewmember affected.

Scans show nothing in the sector

that would explain your symptoms.

Logic would suggest exposure to a known hallucinogen

is a more likely source of hallucinations than...

Than nothing at all.

Yeah, I looked at your chart, Nyota.

It's... You have a textbook case

of overwork and exhaustion.

I can prescribe you something to help you sleep.

Sleeping is the last thing I want to do right now.

Saurian brandy.

Coming right up.

Your, uh, Vulcan buddy should protect his queen.

He was two moves away from checkmate

until you distracted him, now he's in trouble.

James Kirk.

Uhura. You're Sam's brother.

Oh. You're friends with Sam.

Look.

I really don't want to be hit on right now.

Oh. You're friends with Sam.

Come on.

Nobody's hitting on anyone.

You sat next to me.

You just look like you could use a friend.

I appreciate the sentiment,

but I am not in the market for friends right now.

It's not real. It's not real.

It's not real.

I told you

I am not hitting on you.

I am so sorry.

- I can't believe I... - Yeah, I can't believe it, either.

You seem so pleasant.

I will walk you to sickbay.

Dr. M'Benga will fix you up.

Whoa, hold on. You really want to take me to sickbay

and explain all this?

I mean, it looked to me like you were seeing something

that wasn't there.

You have big enough problems to worry about

without being written up for striking a superior officer.

I have a dermal regenerator in my quarters.

- Come on. - Ow, ow.

- You're making it worse. - You're being a baby.

- Ah... - I'm done.

I think your nightmare visions are turning you into a sadist.

You think it's all in my head.

Of course not.

Look, I-I've had deuterium poisoning,

and I've gone days without sleep,

but I have never punched an officer

because of either one.

The point is

I'm an exquisite judge of character,

and I believe you.

There's something else going on here.

And if you'll let me, I can help you figure out what.

Okay. I've triple-checked the sensor logs,

and there's nothing but deuterium out there.

But something must be doing this to me.

No one else has reported the same symptoms?

M'Benga says I'm the only one.

On the Enterprise, anyway.

Good idea.

I'll check in with the Farragut'sdoctor.

Can I bring her your medical record?

You gonna be okay alone?

Yeah. Just, uh...

don't punch any more officers until I get back.

Well, this would be a lot easier

if you'd gotten the station's lighting grid on line.

Or the internal sensors.

Yes, but if I had done that,

we might have just exploded and never known why.

It's too close.

It's too close, it's too close, it can't breathe.

Our saboteur is Starfleet?

What is he saying?

Get away from me.

Get him away from me. Get him away!

There's nothing there.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

This isn't real.

It can't be real. It can't be real.

Are you real?

What's your name?

Ramon.

Saul Ramon.

Lieutenant Ramon, why did you sabotage the station?

Sabotage?

That... that isn't real.

It's-it's not real.

Enterprise, we have a medical emergency.

What's going on, Captain?

Contact Starfleet. We're being attacked by an enemy...

Ensign Uhura.

Ensign Uhura.

You're supposed to be on medical leave, are you not?

As your captain, I need all my officers healthy,

both physically and mentally.

As your friend,

I just want to help you understand what's happening.

You know, the irony's not lost on me.

The communications officer

who can't communicate what's wrong with her.

Come in.

Lieutenant Kirk.

That's right.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

Congratulations on your promotion to Fleet Captain.

Uh, it's temporary.

I came to find Ensign Uhura.

I ran into her earlier and I was concerned.

- As am I. - As am I.

Not the time, got it.

I heard one of the station's crew was arrested for sabotage.

That's right. I had him beamed to sickbay for evaluation.

Farragut'smedical officer got a call about him yesterday.

One of his friends was worried about him,

said he kept talking about seeing things

that weren't there.

Ring a bell?

We need to know what you saw, Lieutenant.

It's the only way we can help you.

He might not understand us.

There's significant damage

to the speech and language centers of his brain.

And it's getting worse.

His auditory nerves are firing wildly.

I'm fine. Go after him.

Security to Deck Four!

This isn't real.

Nyota, wake up, this isn't real.

- No, hey, Uhura. - This isn't...

This is very real, okay?

You aren't imagining it.

Okay.

We have to stop Ramon before he hurts anyone else.

Come on.

Emergency lighting activated.

Sickbay, we need immediate medical assistance

outside Astrometrics.

Acknowledged, sending a medic.

Captain.

Ramon cut the power conduits.

That's why it went dark.

Definitely gonna make finding him harder.

Stay with her.

Ramon's headed towards Engineering.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Okay, maybe not.

James?

Hey.

I got you. What happened?

Sorry, I can't. I should just go back to sickbay.

-I'll walk back with you. Come on. -No.

You keep searching for Ramon.

I'll be fine.

I promise.

James?

You two know each other?

Now's not the time to explain, Captain.

If you haven't seen Ramon, then...

He must have found a hole to hide in.

We should double back.

Uhura to all teams.

I may have found Lieutenant Ramon

in the access tunnel to the port nacelle.

I'm not far. Wait for me.

Step away from the console.

Listen, the things you've been seeing...

I've been seeing them, too. I understand.

But whatever it is you saw that made you come here,

it wasn't real.

None of it.

But I am.

My name is Nyota.

I'm the communications officer.

I-I was born in Kenya.

I used to have a cat named Kamili.

My-my first memory

is watching my dad play the piano.

I'm real.

Ramon, please.

I am begging you.

Step away from the console.

I don't want to blow either of us up. Please!

Fuel pod ejection sequence initiated.

-Emergency transport. Beam us out, now. -Wait!

Two dead, chief medical officer in surgery,

the ship almost disabled, and we have no idea why.

When Ramon was in sickbay, he seemed to be hearing

the same sound I've been hearing.

The way I see it, that's good news.

You're not crazy.

Something is affecting you, the same way it affected him.

And we're gonna figure out what.

I think you should confine me to my quarters, Captain.

Why?

How long until I'm sabotaging the ship

- or jumping out of an airlock? - Oh.

It won't come to that, I promise you.

Now I need to talk to Commander Chin-Riley

and find out how much damage Ramon did to the refinery.

Getting it on line is critical.

But since Lieutenant Ramon is deceased,

Starfleet gave me permission to decrypt his personal logs

and private medical files.

Maybe there's answers in there.

James Kirk. Sam's brother.

La'An Noonien-Singh.

Stickler for orderly security records.

Were-were you injured?

Uh, no. I am just, uh, waiting for Ensign Uhura.

Oh. Right.

- I didn't know you were friends. - Oh, we just met.

I happened to be there when she needed some help.

Although she seems like the type who has trouble

asking anyone for help, especially her friends.

And you're the type who can't walk past a stranger in need.

What?

My, uh, my dad was in Starfleet.

My mom, my brother and I,

we spent my whole childhood chasing him

from one posting to another,

barely seeing him.

When I'd ask why,

my mom would always say,

"He's helping people who really need it."

But when you're a kid, you think...

Why does he care more about strangers than he does about me?

So you tell yourself,

"Hey, if my dad chose helping total strangers over me,

it must... must be important."

As one of those strangers that Starfleet helped,

I promise you...

it is.

I, uh, I should finish my rounds.

Good evening, Lieutenant.

I haven't forgotten that drink you owe me, by the way.

Looks like the routing system is almost back on line.

You should be on Enterprise, supervising the repairs there.

That's what I told him, but Captain Pike disagrees.

Getting the station on line remains the first priority.

I got to know... what exactly is your problem with me?

I don't have a problem with you.

I have a problem with the situation.

That is malarkey,

and you know it.

You're sloppy. Okay?

You don't respect protocols.

You're too loose with discipline.

You don't follow orders unless you feel like it,

and you have crumbs on your uniform.

When did you even eat?

You're like...

a space hippie.

Ooh.

Well, I have been called more names

than there are stars in the sky,

but "space hippie" is a new one on me.

I think you've gotten too used to being

the smartest person in the room.

I don't think I'm the smartest person in the room.

Oh, sure you do.

You hide behind order and discipline

because it kills you when someone has the nerve

to question your decisions.

You don't think my years of experience

should buy me any deference?

You've been in Starfleet since before I was born,

but I outrank you.

Why do you think that is?

I'll have the station on line in a few hours.

I swear I saw John standing in the mess hall,

like he never...

Like he was still alive.

And I tried to say something to him,

and everyone just stared at me.

They thought I'd lost my mind.

And that noise...

I think I am losing my mind.

He was having the same kind of hallucinations as me.

Hearing the same sound. His...

his brain scans show activity

in the same region.

But his case was more severe.

Or it just started earlier.

I mean, based on the date of these logs,

I may be...

a day and a half from losing my mind entirely.

Look, why don't we just take a break, all right?

Update Captain Pike on our progress,

or lack thereof.

Maybe get something to eat.

I hear the mess is serving real cookies,

not from the matter synthesizer.

I don't need a cookie.

Okay, now you sound crazy.

I'm sorry, it was a dumb joke.

It's not a joke.

That's the problem.

This isn't the first time I've seen something like this.

Imagined someone who isn't there.

A few years ago,

I lost my parents and my brother

in a shuttle accident.

I-I wasn't there when it happened.

I never saw the crash site, but...

after they died,

it felt like every time

I closed my eyes,

I'd see it.

The crash, their final moments.

I don't know what to say, except...

I'm sorry.

Got so bad I couldn't even look at pictures of them.

Just seeing their faces...

And then Hemmer died, and it all came back.

But I kept covering it with work and smiles and more work.

The truth is I've never been able to face death.

Everyone has some way of dealing with it

and moving on, but I just...

I don't know how.

How can I be a Starfleet officer

if I can't handle death?

Maybe you can't.

Look, I could tell you

some comforting fairy tale,

but we both know the truth.

Our job puts us up against death

more than is fair. And we might not like it,

but we do have to face it.

And right now, death is winning.

It claimed your family,

it claimed your friend.

It convinced you to forget them,

because it's less painful than holding on to their memories.

Now, you can let death win...

or you can fight back.

Hold on to them.

Still no to that cookie?

Be right back.

Not that!

Important lesson: be less gullible.

Hey!

Let's start with dialing down the gain

on the subspace antenna,

or else you'll burn out the receiver.

Burn out the receiver.

Got the last one. Thought we could split it.

Forget about the stupid cookie for a second.

I think I figured something out.

Ramon's brain scan.

What am I supposed to be noticing?

There was damage to the language center of his brain.

My brain scan shows elevated activity in the same spot.

And we were both hearing that same sound.

What if someone or something

was trying to communicate with him,

with me,

but their signal's too strong?

So strong it that burned out that area of his brain entirely.

It's a message from some...

invisible alien?

You want to talk to Sam, don't you?

Your symptoms started once we arrived

in the nebula, right?

So it makes sense that our mystery alien would live here.

But our sensors aren't showing any life-forms.

Well, there's a theory...

It's a little bit fringe, but hear me out...

That extra-dimensional life-forms

could actually poke into our space

and attach themselves to atoms from our dimension.

Meaning they aren't sophisticated life-forms

capable of speech or even language.

There are similarities

in the ways different species process thoughts, ideas.

That's how the universal translator works...

By recognizing those similarities.

Maybe my brain is doing the same thing?

Invisible aliens are using your brain

as a universal translator.

It might be the only way they know how to communicate.

They send simple ideas to the language center of my brain,

then my brain interprets

those ideas the only way it can...

Through my thoughts, my memories.

The visions,

they're like vocabulary.

What are they trying to say?

I felt the walls closing in because they feel

trapped.

I was attacking myself because

we're responsible.

They showed me the ship exploding

because they are desperate

to break free, but...

We're killing them.

We're killing the ones they love,

and they're terrified.

And that's what they're making me feel.

If they're living in the nebula, in the deuterium...

In a way, they are the deuterium.

So, then when we pull the deuterium

out of the nebula into our nacelles,

and when the station processes and refines it...

We're basically torturing them.

Uhura to Captain Pike.

Sir, we need to stop the fuel refinery from being activated.

I'm not sure what's going on, Ensign, but it's too late.

The refinery was activated five minutes ago.

Captain, you have to shut down the station!

It's a matter of life or death!

I'll contact Una and do what I can.

Nothing's working.

The refinery's automated systems aren't responding

to any commands. It's not shutting down.

Perhaps Lieutenant Ramon

did more damage than we thought.

Bridge.

Keep going.

You all right?

The station's emergency shutdown procedures aren't working.

You mind telling me why we need to

shut it down in the first place?

We believe there's some sort of alien life-form...

We're killing them, Captain.

The creatures that live in the deuterium in the nebula...

We're killing them

by pulling them into our fuel pods and our nacelles,

and now the station's doing the same thing,

but at a much larger scale.

But we can't see them or detect them in any way.

I can hear them.

So could Ramon.

They're screaming for our help.

Ramon died trying to save them.

Captain, you told me the point of this station

was to help us find new forms of life.

But what is the point of exploring

if we're just gonna kill what we find?

We can't shut it down.

Then we need to destroy it.

How certain are you?

I'm certain, Captain.

What's the play?

Hail the refinery,

order an emergency evacuation,

then vent all the deuterium from Enterprise'sfuel pods.

Order the Farragut to do the same.

You heard her.

Aye, sir.

Attention. All refinery crew and maintenance teams,

evacuate immediately. Repeat: all...

No life signs aboard.

All crew have safely cleared the refinery.

Fire torpedoes!

Torpedoes away.

Did that work?

Uhura, what is it?

We did it.

They're safe.

That's it?

Yeah.

That's it.

The jumping-off point for a new era of exploration.

Well...

Starfleet can build a new gas station someplace else.

One where there isn't anything living in the deuterium.

And if there's any blowback, it's on me.

End of the day, that was my call. Okay?

Or we can tell 'em someone's brash influence

rubbed off on you.

Always happy to be of service.

You know, I was thinking,

you discovered a completely new form of life.

They might give you a medal.

And now, if you don't mind,

would you take your station.

Hail the Farragut.

As soon as we've collected all of our escape pods,

let's get out of this nebula before we cause any more damage.

And then I am going to need Admiral Nagawa

on my private channel. And after that,

go take a nap.

That's an order.

Starship Maintenance 307.

Starship Maintenance, what about it?

You were my professor at the Academy.

Oh, I remember.

You gave me a C.

And you deserved that C.

My final paper was meticulously researched.

It was sloppy.

But for what it's worth, that well-deserved C

is absolutely not what's been bothering you.

It's Hemmer.

I'm a reminder that your friend died and I replaced him.

And every time you see me,

it dredges up all of that sadness.

I get it.

I've been there.

Too many times.

And if you want to keep saying it's the C,

I don't have to contradict you.

It's your family?

My mother always knew how to make me laugh.

It's been a long time

since I've been able to look at that.

To staying in the fight.

Why do you think they chose me?

You were exactly what they needed.

Thoughtful, empathetic.

You heard them.

I mean, maybe all it took was a good listener.

Well, I'm glad to see

that everything worked out for the best.

And I think I'm gonna write a paper

about our deuterium friends.

- Hey. - Oh. Wow. Sounds thrilling.

I've been wanting to say...

the Farragut is lucky to have you, Jim.

I'm proud of you. Honestly.

Thanks, Sam.

What is happening right now?

I'm not sure, either.

You're seriously not gonna apologize?

For what... for being extremely competent?

For being a... Okay.

You know what? Forget it.

Go have fun on your stupid little ship.

I'm gonna be here, on the flagship.

Well,

- that was something. - Yeah, it's just

Sam being Sam.

- Sometimes he can be, uh... - Frustrating.

James, meet our

chief science officer, Mr. Spock.

Spock, meet James Kirk,

first officer of the Farragut.

Why don't you join us?

Yeah.

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