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[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- There is a devastating weapon onboard the "Protostar."

I need to warn Starfleet Command now.

- With respect, Vice Admiral,

by Starfleet Order 104, section C,

you have been deemed medically unfit for command.

- If any one of our fleet opens a hail,

we'll receive a hostile signal

designed to turn us against ourselves.

In the blink of an eye,

this entire armada will devour itself.

You must release me.

♪ ♪

- Ooh, that's one mean-lookin' welcome wagon.

- Indeed.

The amount of firepower from that many starships

would make a rather unpleasant welcome.

- This is where the "Construct" wanted to be,

the heart of Federation space.

♪ ♪

Starfleet will be decimated

if the "Construct's" signal gets out.

- Good thing Admiral Janeway can set this straight.

- Uh, about that. [laughs nervously]

I may have tarnished her reputation a bit.

They think she's crazy.

I'd be surprised if they believe anything she says.

- Then how will they know they're in danger?

- Medical leave?

The Vice Admiral was perfectly healthy

when she informed me there was an unknown weapon on a ship

stolen by imposters posing as Starfleet.

- Yes, Admiral, but the "Protostar"

was out of reach in the neutral zone.

- So you brought it to our front doorstep?

[sighs] Please tell me there's a plan.

- Sir, the "Protostar" has refused

to answer our hails, so we've been commanded

to disrupt their shields to allow a boarding party.

- Approved. Get a team on that ship.

- Yes, Admiral.

Fire phasers. Take out their shields.

♪ ♪

- [grunts] We gotta get out of here!

Tell me you're getting our controls back.

- Perhaps to bypass the software blockade,

all it takes is a hardware reconfiguration.

- What?

- We hotwire it.

- Ooh, ooh, we're back in business.

[grunting]

- Yeah, but the shields are dropping fast.

- Engine room, can we Proto-Warp out of here?

- Not until that Proto-Core's online.

We jump now and the only place we're going

is into a bazillion pieces.

[rumbling thump] [shudders]

- Then shift that auxiliary power from the core

to boost our shields.

- Oh, great! That, Jankom can do.

♪ ♪

- Impulse is online. Shields boosted.

- Evasive maneuvers, Z. - Already read your mind.

[engines whooshing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[both grunt]

- Other ships are targeting us now.

- Gwyn! - Shields are holding.

♪ ♪

- We've been in worse jams with less practice.

Trust me.

We're gonna laugh about it one day

at Starfleet Academy. - Huh?

Dal, the Academy won't acc--

- Believe their luck when we join.

[chuckles] Right, Rok? - Oh. Right.

- Exactly.

They may be many,

but we're fast, so let's show it off.

On my mark. both: Yes, Captain.

♪ ♪

- Incoming torpedoes, astern.

- Alter course, heading zero mark 270.

- [yelps]

♪ ♪

- Whoo-hoo!

Jankom calls that maneuver

the Slippery Dipsy-Doodle.

- Great work! Except for that name.

[all groan]

Come about hard to port.

Port harder. Port harder!

- That sound is our entire fleet

raining down on one ship.

If we open comms with the "Protostar,"

those same weapons will turn on us.

If you knew me at all,

you'd know you could trust what I'm saying.

- You're wrong, Admiral. I do know you.

Back when you commanded "Voyager,"

you lied to the Devore people

when they were searching for illegal refugees onboard.

- Yes.

The refugees were innocent and unarmed.

That was a long time ago.

- Not to me.

[console beeps]

[force field powers down]

I know you don't recognize me.

I was much smaller then.

But I was one of those Brenari refugees

you helped escape through the wormhole.

I'm alive because of you.

- I'm so glad to have met you.

Again.

♪ ♪

[all yelling]

[crash] [both groan]

♪ ♪

- [groans] - Shields at critical.

- They're gonna board us!

♪ ♪

- Gwyn, where are you going?

- To give us a fighting chance.

♪ ♪

- If we cross that line,

you can forget Starfleet Academy.

We can still talk to them.

- My father won't try to talk.

Dal, listen.

If anything happens, I want you to hear this from me.

♪ ♪

Whoa, what are you doing?

- I'm so--I'm so sorry.

I thought that was a moment and we felt the same.

[chuckles weakly]

What is it I needed to hear?

- [sighs] Starfleet won't allow Augments.

- What?

- When the Admiral was on board, she told us.

- [breathing unsteadily] - I'm sorry.

You deserve the truth.

♪ ♪

- [grunts] Shields are down. Warp and impulse offline.

We're defenseless.

♪ ♪

- Dal, what are you doing?

- We all deserve to belong somewhere.

But if I can't join Starfleet, I'll make sure you guys can.

- Coordinates locked on.

Preparing three to beam away.

- I'll take it from here.

- [gasps] - She's an imposter!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

♪ ♪

- Eliminate anyone who gets in our way.

- Except my Progeny. She's one of us.

- Of course.

♪ ♪

- New life forms onboard.

- All hands on deck.

Do not let them reach the bridge.

Gwyn, seal the doors and don't let anyone in.

♪ ♪

Ugh, let's just go left. [groans]

♪ ♪

[both panting]

♪ ♪

- Fan out. I'll lay down some cover fire.

[all grunting]

♪ ♪

- Multiple targets acquired.

♪ ♪

- [grunts] - Ah!

♪ ♪

- You. - Disable holo-emitters.

Starfleet override Ensign Asencia.

- You can't do this.

- They have no idea what is coming.

Years we have waited for this, years they will suffer.

Check to see the weapon is intact.

♪ ♪

[all screaming]

♪ ♪

- [strains and screams]

[groans]

♪ ♪

Uh-oh, gravity mine. [screams]

- [screams] - [groans]

[strains] Do it, Zero.

- Oh! [electricity sizzles]

[yelps and groans]

♪ ♪

- Asencia, what are you doing?

- Whoever you are, get off my ship.

- Gwyndala.

- He knows nothing will stop me

from saving Solum from First Contact.

In time, I'm sure he'll forgive me.

[both shouting]

♪ ♪

- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- [groans] - Target eliminated.

- [grunts]

- [trilling]

♪ ♪

- That a boy, Murf!

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

- [trilling]

♪ ♪

[blows raspberry]

♪ ♪

[mist hisses]

- [groans] - Murf!

♪ ♪

- You dare stand in the way of the Vau N'Akat?

♪ ♪

- There must be another way.

This can't be what our people want.

- You're not one of us.

You never were.

You're just a mistake.

A burden!

Shouldn't even exist!

♪ ♪

[whimpers] - No!

- Complete our mission. Open hails.

Do it.

- No, Father!

♪ ♪

Before I had a daughter, this was mine!

- You were always the weak one.

- [groans]

- No!

No, no, no. - [groans]

- Father. - [coughs]

- All threats contained.

Do not move.

- Computer, open a channel. - [sighs]

- Broadcast on all Federation frequencies.

[monitors beeping]

- An incoming transmission. - On screen.

- No, don't answer that hail!

[tense music]

- [laughs] - [gasps]

[alien warbling]

♪ ♪

- Deactivate all comms and weapons.

- Admiral? - Now!

- Controls aren't responding.

Admiral, our shields are down.

- Starfleet left my people to tear ourselves apart.

And now I will watch your Federation do the same.

[sighs] Brothers, sisters...

-[dramatic music]

The Intrusion will never come to be.

Starfleet's destruction is our salvation.

♪ ♪

[explosions]

♪ ♪

[all groan]

[alarm blaring]

- [groaning]

Aah. [grunts]

[sighs] It's too late.

- What have we done?

- [gasps] We're not done. Not yet.

Jankom, give me your Mitt.

- [grunts]

- [grunting]

- Ha, check out the brains on the Brikar.

- [chitters]

- [gasps]

[both grunt]

- Aah. - [sighs]

- Let's try that again.

[explosions]

- [weeping]

- You have to stop this. - I can't.

- Then you'll pay for it.

- Aw, maybe, but not today.

♪ ♪

- Ah, no, no, no, no, no, bad.

- [screams] - Oh, whoa!

- [grunts]

- Hull breach enclosure activated.

[all groan] - Gwyn!

- [weeping] - Gwyndala...

- I'm here.

- It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I tried to save our world. Your world.

I wanted you to see it.

- [sighs] I can, Father.

I will.

- Maybe you can unify them...

do what I never could.

- I don't know where Solum is.

I don't know how to do that.

- There's no barrier we cannot overcome,

for you are my daughter, my spirit's song,

my Gwyndala.

- [weeping]

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.

[console beeping]

- What's going on? Did we stop?

[gasps]

- Jankom, get me a damage report.

- Our hull's stabilized. Shields returning.

We're banged up,

but... [speaking Tellarite]

- Speak in words I can understand.

- [speaking Brikar]

- The Construct is impeding our universal translator.

- [speaking Tellarite]

[Murf chittering]

- [sighs]

Just like Tars Lamora.

[alarm blaring]

- I want a full damage report.

- It's too late, Commander.

Attention, all crew. This is your admiral.

Prepare to abandon ship.

[alarms blaring]

I said abandon ship.

- [speaking Andorian]

- [speaking Tellarite]

- [speaking Brikar]

- [speaking Tellarite] - Everyone, calm down.

- I'll see if I can circumvent the firewall

to get translators back. [console beeping]

- Please. We've lost control out there.

We can't lose it in here.

- [speaking Brikar]

- [speaking Brikar]

[speaking Tellarite]

- Oh, aha.

- My father had me study languages

to pit species against each other.

Instead, I can bring them together.

[monitor beeping]

- Captain, can you understand me?

- Yes. - Good, you speak Standard.

- But our translators are malfunctioning too.

- Can you stop this?

- I wish I could.

But without control of our fleet,

there's no way to stop every Starfleet ship

from destroying itself.

- Every Starfleet ship...

[gasps] How many allies do you have nearby

without Starfleet signatures?

- I don't think we need

any more unnecessary casualties.

But if they don't have a Starfleet signature,

they won't be affected.

- I only hope we can convince them to lend their shields.

- Asking another to put themselves at risk is

no small request,

even when we could understand each other.

- Starfleet has one translator left.

We brought this problem to you. Let us fix it.

- Opening a distress call to any vessels within range.

Stand by.

- The bridge is yours, Captain.

♪ ♪

- [speaking Klingon]

- [speaking Klingon]

And they've lost control of their ships.

And it won't stop until Starfleet destroys themselves.

I am requesting your aid in our immediate assistance

and help relaying this message

to all our non-Federation allies.

We beg you.

Your transports, your freights, your shields--

anything that will slow the attack

Starfleet is inflicting upon itself.

- [chuckles] And why should I help?

- Because in the infinite of space,

everyone needs to know there is a place out there

willing to accept us all,

no matter how different we think we are.

Without Starfleet, the Federation crumbles.

And that dream dies with it.

If they've ever helped you as they've helped us,

then hear my words.

Allies, civilians, outsiders, anyone,

Starfleet needs you now... - [chitters]

- Or it will not survive.

[both whimper]

- Uh... [monitor trill]

- A worthy effort.

But right now I need to evacuate our ships.

[somber music]

- [sniffles]

- It was worth a shot.

♪ ♪

- Get to the escape pods.

- Admiral! - [gasps]

[distant yelling] [alarm blaring]

Brace for impact.

[crash] [gasps]

They did it.

- Starfleet, the mighty Trij offers you salvation.

Prepare to beam out.

- [chuckles] Would you look at that?

- They came.

- Is that a Klingon Bird of Prey?

- Ooh, and a civilian Sura-class.

A Gorn trading vessel!

And old Petarian bulk freighter.

A D'Kora.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jankom understands you.

- Ah, Janeway must have fixed the translators.

- I only helped. You did the communicating.

- Whoo! - Yes!

- [cheering] We survived! Yeah!

♪ ♪

- Wait, no.

- That's another Starfleet ship.

- Why are they still coming?

- No, no, no! More Starfleet ships?

- Well, this is concerning.

It appears Starfleet's defense protocols

automatically emit an SOS when in dire threat.

- What does that mean?

- That when Starfleet ships are in trouble,

they call for backup.

- And when those reinforcements are compromised,

even more ships will come.

- It's all one giant trap.

By the time this is all over,

there won't be any Starfleet left.

- So they never make First Contact with Solum.

- [sighs]

- There aren't enough allies in the sector

to stop what's coming.

♪ ♪

- There's nothing we can do.

We can't warp away.

We can't stop the signal.

It's annihilation.