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[exciting music]

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[dramatic music]

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[all gasp]

- Oh, no. - Oh, dear.

- Someone turn us around!

- We can't! We're locked out!

Their Construct's taken over the ship.

- It used me.

I--I had no control!

The Construct made me try to stop you.

I--I didn't know!

- We can deal with Janeway later.

Right now, we have a bigger problem

that's only getting bigger.

- I can't be here.

If I don't know what you're doing,

I can't sabotage you anymore.

- [gasps] Janeway, don't leave!

- The "Dauntless" is hailing us!

- Uh, do not answer that call!

The weapon won't go off if we don't connect.

- Unless they board us.

- We can't let them take this ship.

♪ ♪

- [blows raspberry]

- We're not just locked out.

Our warp drive's powering up!

Our ship is trying to run away!

[alarm blaring]

- Red alert.

Admiral Janeway, report to the bridge.

- The admiral isn't answering her combadge, Commander.

- Where is she? I need her here now!

- I advise getting rid of the admiral

by throwing her out of an airlock.

- An admiral's absence

would certainly bring unwanted attention.

- She'll be out for a few hours.

I'll move her combadge to her quarters

and say she asked not to be disturbed.

Drednok, find a way to erase all data of this event.

[beeping]

We will complete the mission.

- Follow that ship. Maximum warp!

[warbling]

[whooshing]

Can we get any closer?

- I could close the gap

if we reroute power from the quantum slip stream.

Then we can merge our warp fields

and lock onto their course.

- If they engage their Proto-Warp engine,

we'll be torn apart!

- Their Proto-Drive is offline.

Commander, the admiral doesn't want us to lose that ship.

- Asencia's right.

Merge warp bubbles so they can't escape.

[whooshing]

♪ ♪

- How interesting!

The "Dauntless" has merged their warp bubble into ours.

- Well, at least they aren't shooting at us--oh!

[zapping]

Aah! Ooh!

And now they're shooting at us.

- They're trying to take out our shields to board us.

- Ugh, if we could just talk to them!

- Opening comms will infect their ship.

- [grunts]

- We must find another way.

- What if we reconfigure the deflector

to emit a phased tachyon pulse to communicate the--

- Yeah, sure! Why not?

Beep, boop! Beep, boop!

[laughs]

Jankom doesn't know how to do that.

- Aw.

- Zero, you're a telepath.

Can you reach the admiral at this distance?

- If I had my hive mind, perhaps,

but my telepathy alone isn't strong enough.

- Dal could be your hive mind!

He read Okona's thoughts, remember?

- Huh. - She's right!

Dal's genes have telepathic DNA.

If we work together, we could reach the--

[zapping]

[grunts] - Great!

I love trying new things, but let's do it fast.

[whimpers] What do I do?

- Close your eyes and reach out with your mind.

You must relax!

[zapping]

- Oh, sure.

No problem.

Just relax.

- Imagine yourself crossing the void of space

to the admiral's ship.

Follow my voice.

Follow my mind.

[zapping]

Focus on Admiral Janeway.

Make contact with her.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Aah! - [squeals]

[both scream]

- What is this thing?

What's going on?

What's wrong with my voice?

- Uh, well-- - I know you.

You're Gwyn, and Zero, and Rok-Tahk.

Wait, how did I get on to the "Protostar"?

- You're not making any sense. - Uh...

- Did you reach the admiral or not?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! He didn't read her mind!

[gasps] He lost his mind!

- Indeed. This is not Dal.

- Of course not!

I'm Admiral Janeway.

- Huh? - What?

- Uh, there's got to be a scientific explanation.

- I don't know.

When we established a telepathic link to the admiral,

Dal's neural patterns have somehow swapped with hers.

- Impossible.

- If the admiral's mind is in Dal's body,

then Dal must be...

uh-oh.

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Why does my voice sound weird?

[gasps] Oh! Aah!

I must have blacked out!

Oh, I'm dreaming!

[heavy breathing]

Just--just-- just gotta wake up.

Ouch! Super not dreaming.

All right, all right, all right.

I just need to relax.

[gasps]

Uh, psst, Zero!

Can you hear me, Z?

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

Mm.

- Admiral, there you are.

- Hello...

Starfleet person.

I am the admiral obviously.

Thank you for your service during--

[alarm blaring]

Ah, red alert.

Hmm...

[whispers] Zero, come in!

Please!

- Commander, I found the admiral.

- Beam her to the bridge at once.

- No, let's not!

Wait--

- Admiral Janeway.

You're...here.

- Yes, I am.

Nice to see ya.

- [clears throat]

Admiral.

- [exhales sharply]

I'm Admiral Janeway. I can do this.

[seat squeaking]

Oh! [clears throat]

- A few more phaser volleys should knock out their shields.

[zapping]

- Whoa! Stop firing!

Uh, cease! Quit it!

- [gasps]

But Admiral, those were your orders.

- I changed my mind.

Not in a weird way, but a totally normal way.

I can change my mind.

- Uh, understood. We'll end our pursuit.

- Wait, don't do that either!

I don't want to lose my body...

of work that is the "Protostar."

- So you do want to board their ship?

- I mean, let's see where they're going first.

Then, pew pew pew?

- You heard the admiral.

- As your doctor, I order you to drink this coffee.

Get it together!

- [slurps]

[spits] Ugh!

How does she drink this stuff?

- This is why you haven't answered our hails.

To protect us.

- All we want is to return the ship.

- Hmm...

[heroic music]

When I was a cadet,

I learned that a good officer keeps an open mind.

I made quite a few assumptions about you,

and they were all wrong.

- Does that mean you'll help us?

- Yes, but the only way I can help

is if I return to my ship and body.

So how do we fix this?

Ideas?

[beeping]

- Dal's human genome has been spliced

with 26 different species.

Rok and I believe his telepathic link was hijacked

by another gene in his augmented DNA.

- Dal's an augment?

- Zero and me think

that Dal's Organian DNA caused the body swap.

- I'm in Dal's body with his DNA,

which means I should be able to reverse the mind swap.

But how?

- Follow my voice.

Follow my mind.

- [gasps]

- Dal?

- Sorry.

Still the admiral. - Oh, dear.

There must be another variable we haven't accounted for.

- We need to find it fast.

- You wanted to speak to me, Admiral?

- Sorry. What's your name again?

- Asencia.

Ensign Asencia.

- Is there any way to call them without using comms?

- You don't remember our discussion?

- Hmm...

- We can't contact them

unless they answer a hail or we go aboard.

- Ah, right.

That was a test! Good work!

- Admiral, my medical scan picked up

faint cellular damage in your cerebral cortex.

Your brainwaves-- - [laughs]

What? Oh, that's crazy!

My--my brains are fine.

I'm just busy thinking real hard, that's all.

- Yes. I--I'd like to run more tests.

- Yeah, yeah--yeah, after I take a nap.

You can run all the tests you want

when I feel like myself again.

- [groaning]

- You, antennas, you're in charge.

Everyone else, keep doing an awesome job.

Teamwork makes the dream work!

- Sir, I've mapped the "Protostar's" course

heading to a restricted sector near Gamma Serpentis.

- That puts them awfully close to the heart

of Federation space.

- If there's a weapon on their ship,

can we really stop them alone?

- I'll notify Starfleet Command and request

all ships to that vector.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Whoever locked these controls

must know the ship inside and out.

[gasps]

[chirping]

[whirring]

They told me what you did.

I'd be hard on you, but I already know

how hard you are on yourself.

- After what I did, Dal,

deactivating felt like the easy way out.

- Sounds like something I'd do.

It's me, Vice Admiral Janeway.

Just in Dal's body.

I wish I could explain.

- Prove it.

- Remember what Dad said when I spilled Phoebe's paints

on the floor but blamed it on the dog?

Come on, Kate.

both: Make something great out of that mess.

- It's really you!

I mean, me! How?

- Dal tried to use telepathy to contact me,

but we swapped neural patterns.

- Sounds like something Dal would do.

- The crew's working on a fix.

In the meantime, maybe you and I

can stop that thing before we reach wherever we're going.

- The Construct has full control.

We can't restore access without authorization.

- Admiral-level security clearance

won't let me restore control of this ship,

but I can restore you.

Since you're a nonessential program,

we can purge the Construct's influence.

I'm rebuilding your corrupted files.

Might sting a bit.

[computer beeps]

[dramatic music]

- Oh! It's all coming back!

I remember the first "Protostar" crew led by--

- Chakotay.

What happened to him?

- Mayday! Mayday!

The "Protostar" sustained heavy damage after passing

through a temporal anomaly.

- Captain, send out the warning.

We're being boarded.

[weapon humming]

- Is he--are they?

- I don't know. - Admiral Da--

I mean, Admir-Dal?

- Yes, Rok? What is it?

- We found a way to get you back!

- Glad to hear it.

I'm on my way. Coming?

- Yeah.

Let's make something great out of this mess.

- [chirping]

- Before they were non-corporeal,

ancient Organians would transfer consciousness

into other bodies through physical touch.

- But Dal and I weren't touching.

- Except you sort of were.

When the "Dauntless" phasers hit our ship,

the energy transfer created a link.

- So we need to recreate the conduit to swap them back.

Dal has to fire on the "Protostar" again.

- If we lose shields, the Diviner takes our ship.

And locked controls means no beaming or shuttles!

- So Dal and the Admiral need to go...

[chuckles nervously] Out there.

- You mean you want me to exit a Starship,

go to the middle of a warp bubble,

and make physical contact with my own body?

- [chuckles nervously] [Murf squeals]

- Listen, I was once transformed into a salamander.

Nothing can be as difficult as that.

Let's do it.

- Hmm.

- Hey, look. Murf spotted something.

- [chirping]

- It's Dal!

But what is he doing?

- [gasps] He's getting our attention!

He's using Morse code. S-O-S.

Oh, we could use it to tell him our plan!

- Uh, Jankom is pretty sure those are

the only letters Dal learned.

- I have an idea.

It's a little game from my planet called "Charades."

- [gasps] Ooh! A game!

- They need to stop moving around!

It's a message!

You two are dancing.

Oh, this is going to haunt me.

Wait!

You want me to fly outside?

Leave the ship and go out there?

We--uh, high five.

No! Touch. Touch hands!

Ugh!

Leave the ship, touch hands, swap bodies.

Oh, that's it!

Yes!

[whooping]

[clears throat]

- Admiral, what are you doing?

[bones crack] - [groans]

- Oh, just keeping the old body in tip top shape, you know?

Ah!

- Admiral, let's get you to sickbay.

[clears throat]

Admiral coming through!

- Oh! - Oh!

[suspenseful music]

- [grunting]

Don't you know who I am?

- No. No, we do not.

- [grunts]

- Snug as a bug, Admir-Dal.

- You're going to make a great science officer someday.

- Mm!

[giggles]

- Thanks for giving us a chance.

If we're lucky enough to get in to Starfleet,

maybe we'll see you around.

I know Dal would love it more than anyone.

What is it? - Ugh.

Gwyn, Dal's an augment.

Starfleet outlawed augments after the Eugenics Wars.

He'll never be allowed in. - [gasps]

- Shouldn't Dal be floating in space towards us

right about now?

- [grunting]

- They said it was for your safety.

- [grunts] Diviner?

- It was only a matter of time before you learned who I was.

[grunting]

You must think I'm a monster, Admiral.

For most of my life,

Starfleet has been my sworn enemy.

The villains who destroyed my world.

Your kindness was unexpected,

but I have a mission to complete.

The Federation's destruction will bring my people salvation,

which is why I must do this.

[suspenseful music]

I save your life as you saved mine.

And I have one request.

Should my mission fail, please protect my daughter.

- You know, I get it.

I'd do anything for Gwyn too.

♪ ♪

[gasps]

- She was acting so strangely.

Ugh! [grunts]

I'm at the wrong end of the ship.

Well, there's no going back.

♪ ♪

[alarm chirping]

- Um, the Admiral's on the hull.

- Beam her back! - We can't!

The merged warp field's causing too much spatial distortion.

- Well, then get me some options

before she burns alive.

- Aye, Commander. - Ha!

She's endangering the lives of everyone aboard this ship.

♪ ♪

- Here goes nothing. [alarm chirping]

Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax.

Ugh! Oh!

No, Dal!

- Jankom, get ready to short the aft shields

for just a few seconds.

- You got it. Let's hope they don't notice.

You're up, Admiral. - Try not to look down.

Or to the side. Or up. Or-- - I've got it.

Not my first rodeo.

- What's a rodeo?

- When I get back, I'm going to fix this.

And I'll make sure you all get a fair shake

once we're out of this mess.

- Admiral, thanks for the memories.

- Murf. Let's go.

- [chirps]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[whirring]

- Help! I'm being tractor beamed!

- Murph, stretch as far as you can.

- [groaning]

I need to create a conduit.

- Oh! Uh-uh, uh-uh! Uh-uh!

- Might sting a bit.

[zapping]

- [screaming]

[both yelling]

- [groans]

- [chirping]

- Oh, Murfy! You wonderful, slimy thing!

Ah, am I glad to see you, bud.

- Ha-ha!

Don't need to be a telepath to know that's Dal.

- Good to have you back, Dal.

- Ha, you have no idea.

[alarm beeping]

[computer chirps] - Uh-oh.

We're dropping out of warp.

- But where have we landed?

- Uh, guys?

- Federation space.

And that's one heck of a welcome party.

♪ ♪

- I'm glad the admiral's on our side.

- Yeah. About that.

- Ugh!

[groans]

I was right.

Stings quite a bit.

[sighs]

Oh, no.

♪ ♪

[wondrous music]

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