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Admiral's personal
log, Stardate 62091.1.

The "Protostar" crew are
behind enemy lines on Solum,

as we're awaiting communication,

but it's been silent ever since.

It was an impossible situation
with no easy answers.

Ha. But are there ever?

After so many
years in Starfleet,

you'd think nothing
could surprise me.

I'm starting to wonder

if it's becoming too much.

Still no word.

This isn't your first rodeo.

You, of all people, know
it takes time and patience.

You've been away too long.

Have you forgotten I'm
not a fan of either?

Speaking of time,

with all this waiting,
you forgot something...

the anniversary of
your first command.

It's been over a decade.

14 years, to be exact.

That long, huh?

With what you and I
have been through,

it does take patience.

But they're so young.

Were we ever that young?

The extra ten years on
an island didn't help.

Look at the initiative
of those cadets,

what they've endured.

You don't have to tell me.

I'm standing here
because of them.

And you.

Now that we've got you back,

that farm waiting in
Indiana is starting

to look better and better.

You're really thinking
of early retirement?

Admiral to the bridge.

Ilthuran. And… Wesley Crusher?

I know, I should really
stop dropping in like this.

Where are the
others? Are they...

In danger.

We're all in danger.

And I don't know
what happens next.

I am sorry, Admiral.

If Gwyndala had not
tried to rescue me…

I couldn't see it coming.

His neural pathways have
been considerably damaged

by Asencia's mind extractions.

This level of neurolytic shock

would have taken
down anyone else.

You being you, Mr. Crusher,
you'll survive.

This cortical stimulator should
rebuild your neuropeptides.

As for your "unique abilities,"

I'm afraid they won't be
returning anytime soon.

But time will tell.

It always does.

What happened down there?

Where is the "Protostar" crew,

and why were you there
in the first place?

Wesley allowed
himself to be caught,

so Asencia could finish
her temporal weaponry.

He what?

I nudged events

so those kids could use her tech

to create a wormhole and
send the "Protostar" back.

We couldn't do it
without her weapon.

It had to happen that way.

Now that Asencia's
captured them,

we're in uncharted territory.

For the first time in…

In a while, I'm in the
dark like everyone else.

Admiral, there's a
subspace message coming

from Solum.

Asencia's broadcasting
on all frequencies.

People of Solum,

I bear disturbing news...

I have captured alien spies,

proof that offworld enemies
have infiltrated our city,

sowing discord among us.

I say this to the
so-called Federation...

let us see if
Starfleet's admiral

has the courage to come herself.

Or will her pawns pay
the price in her stead?

She's clearly baiting you.

Going is unwise.

As much as it pains me,

a vice admiral is
far more valuable

than a few would-be cadets.

That doesn't change the fact

that the crew would
suffer if I don't.

And I'm not about
to let that happen.

Neither am I.

Count me in as well.

You may need medical
assistance down there.

I should go, too.

I may not know the future,

but I know what
Asencia's capable of.

Very well.

Looks like we have an away team.

Let's get back in the saddle.

Forget it, Short 'n' Slimy.

There's no getting out of these.

Jankom almost melted
his Mitt trying.

Gwyn, what's wrong?

My planet's survival could
be decided on one misstep.

We shouldn't have split up.

What if I've sealed
their fate? Civil war...

Uncertainty is the
predecessor to hope.

If Asencia had
Wesley and Ilthuran,

Starfleet and Solum would
be at war right now.

That is the fate Wesley
wished us to avoid.

And that was
accomplished by you.

Sure, this isn't part
of Wesley's plan,

but even good things can
come out of bad situations.

You're right.

And we've gotten out of worse.

We control our fate.

You sure about that?

Your hologram has been quite
helpful in replicating it.

I can see that.

I know a thing or
two about ships.

Since Gwyn's team was caught,

Asencia has initiated

transporter scramblers
planet-wide.

Which means no
beaming in or out.

So we're sneaking in
the old-fashioned way.

Fitting.

Perhaps I should join.

The fate of Solum and my
daughter are at stake.

Your survival is paramount

to a peaceful future
on Solum, Ilthuran.

Your daughter did a
lot to get you here.

Remaining in asylum is
the best chance they have.

Then I will do what
I can from here.

I've uploaded coordinates

to where the prison
transport is headed.

The rest is up to you.

I must admit, I'll never
quite get used to working

with Kathryn's holographic twin.

We have our differences.

For one, life experience.

I've never left
the "Protostar."

You're lucky you can go
with that mobile emitter.

Truth be told, I'm
a little nervous

to be out in the
field after so long,

but I suppose if nothing else,

it's good inspiration
for my next holonovel.

I'm eager to read it.

I've read all your work.

I'm a big fan.

Oh, you have? You are?

You must have many admirers.

Of course, but there's
always room for one more.

"Voyager" is in
good hands, Admiral.

I know it, Commander.

Keep my chair warm
until I get back.

I'll make sure he doesn't
do anything too crazy.

What?

Just like old times.

Steady as she
goes, Mr. Crusher.

I'm sorry.

It's just... it's been a while

since I've piloted,
um, anything.

Seems you haven't
lost your touch.

By the way,

I had a chance to
speak with your mother.

How... how is she?

You should ask her yourself.

We're here.

Incoming hail, Admiral.

Identify your destination.

Requesting permission to
land at Sector 3142.5.

Those coordinates
are restricted.

Dred-units must land elsewhere.

Sector 3140.5 is
where the offworlders

will be terminated.

Ooh, can't wait. Should
be a real humdinger.

I mean…

sounds acceptable.

I'll save you a seat.

Proceed.

"Humdinger"?

"I'll save you a seat"?

What do you want?

I'm a doctor, not
a covert operative.

Aside from that,
nice work, Doctor.

Mr. Crusher, take us down.

I've located them,
two klicks east.

Well, then…

nowhere to go but up.

Now, this is some cheery décor.

It appears to be ruins.

An ancient city
from Solum's past.

It's been repurposed

so that no one can escape.

Escape what?

This is a mistake, Asencia.

We need to get our ship
back to Tars Lamora,

or else we're all doomed.

Oh, did my pet
Traveler tell you that?

I pried a few secrets
from him, too.

But I suppose you'll
see that soon enough.

I make my own future.

Let it in.

Huh? Murf! You're
supposed to be Security.

Nuh-uh. It can't be.

No way.

How?

How did she catch one?

It doesn't matter.

She wants to erase us.

A fresh breeze blows
beneath an alien sky,

quickening the senses, as
our mission looms ahead.

Invigorating!

Inspiring, even.

You all right, Mr. Crusher?

I'm so used to stepping
through temporal rifts,

I forgot what it's
like to use your quads.

I'm detecting the crew.

Elevated heart rates

and a strange life
sign closing in.

They may be in trouble.

Hope that back of that
thing has less security

than the front.

If I had my abilities, I
could get us there right now.

If they die because of me…

Before you were a Traveler,
you were a Starfleet officer

and, from what I hear,
a heck of a good one.

That's who we need
now, Mr. Crusher.

Okay.

What's next, Admiral?

Wesley, Chakotay,
circle around back

and see if there
are any weaknesses

in her forces
guarding that dome.

Doctor, you're with me.

Where are you going?

Asencia wanted to
bait an admiral.

Well, it's time she got one.

Asencia, we've caught
someone on the perimeter.

Admiral Janeway.

You've come a long
way from Earth.

And yet, somehow even more
pathetic and predictable

than I remembered.

And you were far
from a model Ensign.

But enough of this.

I'm here to negotiate the
release of the prisoners.

And you'll find my terms
to be rather enticing.

- It's blocked.
- But it's a useful entrance.

We'll wait for the guards
to finish their patrol,

then move in.

I may have been a little
harsh back in sickbay.

If it wasn't for you…

I'd still be marooned
on that planet.

It's hard sometimes

to understand why I do
what I do, even for me.

But you're welcome.

That's our opening.
Let's move.

Split up! Distract it!

What's the plan?

Aah!

To stay alive is the plan!

Aah!

Leave him alone!

I'm the one you want.

Where is it? Pog
doesn't like this.

Something's off. It
looks like it's sick.

I sense something...

fear, loneliness.

Because it is trapped
in here, like us.

Consider the intel an
admiral could provide...

strategies, classified defenses.

I'd make quite a bargaining chip

in the war with the Federation
you so clearly want.

Mm, the thought of prying
information out of you

is something I'd truly relish…

but you misunderstand.

See, I lured you here

because I know that you're alone

and Starfleet sent no
other ships to stop me.

And we both know "Voyager"
without your command

is like a fire snake
without a head.

So…

I'd rather just cut it off.

Bye.

Maybe we don't have to fight it.

Whoa, whoa!

Just 'cause it's sad and lonely

doesn't mean it
won't eat us, kid.

Aw, Z. What did
Jankom just say?

That thing doesn't
want to be friends.

No, I sense…

Admiral Janeway.

Come on, we have to hurry.

I don't know how long
the doctor can stall.

Pulse weakening.

Unable to stabilize heart rate.

Cardiomyopathy worsening.

The rest…

Is silence.

Phasers are useless.

It must open remotely.

If only I could disable
the containment field.

Wait.

Zero is speaking to me.

The Loom in there
is a prisoner, too.

They're saying it wants
out as much as they do.

Could be a helpful distraction.

Time to improvise.

As we used to say
back on the farm,

"Let's free the
chicken from the coop."

What is this?

Ah, it appears I've made
a miraculous recovery.

No.

Got to go.

Wesley! You made it!

I cannot convey how
happy we are to see you.

Glad you're all safe,

but we're not out
of the woods yet.

Security's on high alert, and
we're flanked on all sides.

We can't beam out
of here, can we?

And we can't get
back to our ship.

If we can't get to the ship,

maybe I can bring
the ship to us.

How's our getaway coming along?

Right on time!

Blast them out
of the sky! Now!

No.

Asencia, we must
return to the city.

The people are
revolting against us.

What?

People of Solum, do not
embrace Asencia's war.

I have met the offworlders.
They're not the enemy.

Look around at what she's done
to our once-peaceful planet...

the fear in our streets,

Rise up. Let our
voices be heard.

There is no barrier
we cannot overcome,

for we are Vau N'Akat.

Not gonna lie, Admiral...
Jankom was pretty impressed

with your percussive
maintenance.

Just an old trick
from my Academy days.

I'm gonna guess and
say, "You're welcome"?

The way you rigged
that tricorder

into a remote
terminal was so cool!

Am I talking too much?

You know you can tell me
if I'm talking too much.

I'm thinking of calling
my next holonovel

"Mission Assignment Solum:

"The Adventures of Dirk Danger

and the Dome of
Loom… and Doom."

That is certainly a title.

No matter what's changed,

Solum's fallen into civil war.

This isn't over yet.

Admiral, I'm beyond grateful
for the rescue, truly,

but as you said down there,
we're not out of the woods yet.

I can't leave my people in
the hands of that monster.

We have to finish
what we started,

save Solum, and
complete our mission.

- Agreed.
- I know you won't...

Wait, really?

Whatever you need,
we'll make it happen.

We'll find a way to get
the "Protostar" back, too.

Wow. Thanks, but, uh, why?

Because I've been reminded

that boldness isn't
only for the young.

And when Starfleet is united,
we can always overcome.