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Hey, hey, hey!

Come on, you're
sparking the raktajino.

Sorry.

Maybe take a break?

Since we're, you
know, on a break.

I've been trying to
connect my oculus

to the Cerritos
systems all morning.

They used to work just
fine, but something's off...

- Boimler!
- I'm okay!

I'm okay.

Ah, since when can that
thing shoot plasma?

It's not supposed to.

Particle headache.

Hey, careful, Ruthy,
this is our last Boimler.

We don't got any
more after this.

Hmm, you have
experienced duplication?

Oh, yeah, he got
transporter cloned.

The other one called
himself William

to kiss Riker's butt,
but then he got killed

by some random gas.

Uh, but, you know,

people are always
coming back to life.

Shaxs exploded and
he's doing great.

It's okay.

Sometimes the
randomness of death

matches the unexpected
joys of life.

I still can't believe
he stayed on the Titan.

That was one motivated Boimler.

Yeah.

I mean, if he were still around,

I'd bet he'd be in
some huge adventure.

I wish I could've seen it.

90 seconds to the rift.

Weapons armed and ready.

Prepare to cross the
quantum threshold.

Again.

Let's do this!

Captain's log, William
Boimler of the Anaximander.

Stardate, uh, confidential.

I've been ordered
to find and stop

whomever's been trying to
destroy the multiverse.

But I find my enthusiasm...

waning.

While I'm not authorized
to name the organization

that faked my death and
sent me diving into rifts,

I can talk about my crew of
interdimensional castaways.

T'Pol, my Vulcan first officer,

is an expert on human emotions

after being married to
Trip Tucker for decades.

My tactical officer
is Curzon Dax

from a reality where
he hasn't yet passed

his symbiont to Jadzia.

Prone to injury, he's
lucky we have Elim Garak,

a brilliant Cardassian surgeon.

And his husband, an
emergency medical hologram

based on Dr. Julian Bashir.

Everyone on this crew are from
totally different realities,

but we make a great team.

Okay, give me good news, Dax.

Negative.

No sign of the mole rat.

There is a Starfleet escape pod.

I am reading a single lifeform.

Who will it be, Neelix
with a crew cut?

Really big Spock?

Ooh, thanks for the save.

- I thought I was a goner.
- What a surprise.

Another Harry Kim.

What do you mean another?

Most of the crew are Harry Kims.

- Ah, who's this handsome guy?
- Hey, Harry!

The Kim crew is thriving.

High five, baby!

I'm so sick of the
multiverse.

Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim! Kim!

- Have at thee!
- Repairs to the rift

are underway, Captain.

Must you do that on the bridge?

You'll thank me when someone

needs to be chopped.

I thought the dimensional
rifts were natural occurrences.

Who exactly are you chasing?

We don't know.

But someone has it out
for the multiverse.

They have a ship that bridges
dimensions by tearing them open.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! There's
more than two dimensions?

Starfleet believes
that there are

an infinite amount
of quantum realities.

Each is represented by a sphere.

It's like a bubble bath.

But the bubbles are universes.

The ship we're chasing is
ripping open the bubbles.

Creating rifts which
weaken the integrity

of all quantum realities.

Why would someone want
to destroy reality?

Because they're probably
a hacky evil version

of someone we all know.

A reverse Picard or
Borgified Kirk or it,

I don't know, human Worf.

That's all the multiverse is!

Just lazy derivative remixes!

Did I say something wrong?

The captain's patience
has been waning.

Yeah, all the dimension
hopping and no bad guy

has to feel like treading water.

That is an astute
simile, Mr. Kim.

Thanks.

In some dimensions,
I'm a tailor...

Are they from the same reality?

No, but they love
to brag about how

statistically unlikely
their marriage is.

Lovers never fall out
of the rifts for Curzon!

It must be cool seeing all
kinds of wacky new dimensions.

I wonder why the captain
hates it so much.

He's used to
exploring the galaxy.

Now he just goes
from rift to rift.

Harry!

Always great to have
another Kim aboard.

Did your Voyager
get back to Earth

or did you, like, settle
in the Delta Quadrant?

We got back.

- Dude! - Told ya.
- Yeah, yeah.

Wait, everyone shut up!

This Kim's got two pips!

- Whoa.
- No way!

You're a full lieutenant?

Yeah. Wait.

You're all still ensigns?

That's up.

I was reading about the
original Dr. Bashir.

Apparently he was an
avid racquetball player.

He and Chief O'Brien
were quite competitive.

Did they ever
invite you to join?

I took an oath to do no harm.

Which includes humiliating
my patients at racquetball.

Is it your shoulder again?

Oh, there was a Bolian masseuse

on the promenade who
had magical hands.

I'll take you when this is over.

Photonic beings don't
really benefit from massage.

Wait, what makes you think we'll
be living in your reality?!

Darling, I haven't
thought about it at all.

Oh, yes, you have. I know
how you operate, Elim Garak.

Our future home reality
is still up in the air.

My shoulder still has a knot.

Well, then it's a pity your
Bolian isn't here to help.

The rift is almost repaired.

Yeah, keep it up.
I'm sure our friend

will be opening a
new one soon enough.

Something just rocketed
through the rift.

A Starfleet
shuttle craft.

Its engines are critical.

They must've been
traveling at warp.

Emergency transport now!

Mariner!

Whoa!

What in the...? What...?

Where am...? How did y...?

Boims?

I think that's T'Pol.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, so...

you're a clone of a Boimler
from another reality,

so you've got, like, a
backup Boimler at home?

He's not a backup.

We were transporter duplicated.

No way, that
happened to my Troi.

Yeah, her copy was stranded
on a planet for years.

That sounds familiar.

That happened to my Riker, too.

Do you have a Tendi
and a Rutherford?

Yeah, but I haven't
seen them in ages.

What's your Boimler like?

Oh, he's the best. Still an
ensign, gets in his own way.

He wears a leather
jacket at all times,

which is weird, but
we're used to it.

Like, like, he sleeps in it.
What's your Mariner like?

Uh, you know, she's a
fearless adventurer like you.

Yeah, right, I am
not really a fan of danger

or away missions or anything
that involves phasers.

I'd rather be tinkering
with plasma coils.

What's with the look?

Huh? N-Nothing.

It's just really
nice having you here.

Yeah, I'm pretty great.

What's it like having
your own quarters?

Does Janeway ever let
you sit in the big chair?

Of course! How have none
of you ever been promoted?

You know, I guess between
all the Borg infiltrations

and aliens trying
to steal our organs,

it didn't seem like
that big of a deal.

We're just happy
to be in Starfleet.

I ran into the same thing.

Everybody gets
promoted before ops.

It's like nobody
knows what we do.

Ooh, what did you guys
do with your Tuvoks?

Oh, great, my favorite Vulcan.

I was married to a
human for 63 years.

I know sarcasm when I hear it.

I don't need a know-it-all

picking me apart while I'm
trying to eat.

Are you sure you should be
consuming that much sodium?

What do you even know
about the Trill diet?

I know that you carry
the Dax symbiont,

which must be protected
for its next host,

of which there is none
on the Anaximander.

Oh, thank you so much for
explaining that to me,

you smug Vulcan petaQ.

Your anger masks a
fear that I am correct.

Perhaps you should moderate
your eating habits.

Look, I live life to its fullest

so the next Dax can
actually learn something.

Sodium is not a full life.

Maybe it is for me, damn it!

Wait, wait, wait,
if you hate danger,

then why did I have to rescue
you from your own shuttle?

I didn't know the
rifts emitted radial tachyons.

Yeah. No warping or they
make your engines explode.

Ugh, yeah, that was bad.

But the good news is, now
I know how to track the guy

who's screwing up
the multiverse.

- What?
- Don't do that.

Back on my
Cerritos, I was trying

to figure out why our
entanglement processor

kept needing a reset.

Turns out, something was
up the superposition.

- The transdimensional rifts.
- Yup. Every time

one gets opened, a
second one appears

in some random other
part of the galaxy.

Conservation of energy.

Each universe has
a finite amount.

If you create a rift...

Another must open to accommodate
the energy being pushed out.

So they're opening
a rift, closing it up,

and we're going to the wrong
one way the hell far away.

That's why we've
never caught up.

We've been going
to the wrong rifts.

Every rift they open creates a
huge influx of radial tachyons,

but if we recreated
those levels first...

It would force their
next rift to open right here.

Where we'll be waiting.

Mariner, you're
a great engineer.

Mm, why do you
sound so surprised?

Sorry.

Radial tachyon levels
are still rising.

Trap is set. Let's
see if this works.

Come on, you little
sneak. Show yourself.

Are the shields raised?
Because this is feeling

like a "calm before
the storm" type sitch.

Holy crap, it worked.

Captain, Mariner's plan

appears to have been successful.

They're running.

Dax, target their engines.

Direct hit.

They don't have shields?

They are attempting to escape
by creating a new rift.

Set a pursuit
course. Full impulse.

The event horizon is in flux.

Our structural integrity
will be damaged.

We don't have a choice.

I hate this part.

I love it.

Medic, we got a battle-damaged Kim here.

These Harry Kims are stronger
than they look. He'll be fine.

In my reality, Risa
has an entire moon

devoted to growing
heirloom grapes.

The wine is exquisite.

My Risa has two vineyard moons.
Uh, close that artery, will you?

Each moon has
multiple varietals.

I... I don't care.

You will once you
taste their reds.

You can't just
unilaterally decide

that we're moving to your
reality. It's not fair.

I let you choose what I
had for dinner last night.

Well, that doesn't equal a
lifetime in a strange universe.

My universe isn't strange,

and you aren't even
made of carbon, my love.

Why do you care?

Oh, pulling the hologram card.

Forgive me. I take it back.

My emotions got
the better of me.

Hopefully, your emotions enjoy
sleeping on the ground tonight.

This hologram will
be in bed, alone.

- Ugh, humans.
- Huh?

Oh, not you.

We're in weapons range.

Permission to blast
these biHnuchs.

I don't think that's such
a good idea in the rift.

- This is our only chance.
- Dax, wait!

Please tell me they
didn't get away.

Thanks to Curzon's
insubordination,

they were forced to make
an emergency landing.

Good.

Take us down.

We have repairs of
our own to make.

Don't glare at me. We got them.

We better.

Ugh. Man, my Boimler's
way chiller than this one.

I do not have a Boimler
in my quantum reality

in order to make a comparison.

Oh, he's a big Starfleet
nerd like Archer.

You had one of those, right?

Yes.

And "big Starfleet nerd"
is an accurate description.

Ugh, stupid bog
planets are the worst.

They're just wet
and cold and sad.

Ugh. How far do we have to wade?

Their landing site is roughly
400 meters to the north.

Keep your heads up.

We don't know anything
about this reality.

Oh, no way.

I know these guys.
They're super nice.

We must be on Khwopa.

Hey, what's up, my man?

I'm starting to see why
you hate the multiverse.

Hey, you guys aren't mad

about the stuff I said
about bogs, right?

'Cause I love bogs.
Uh, live long and...

You Kims okay?

Yeah, just a little soggy.

Feral Khwopians
don't make any sense.

They're too cute to be mean.

At least they aren't
trying to drink our bones.

You okay?

I've never been in
a prison before.

It's kind of freaking me out.

A human?

What're you doing here?

We crashed

because of your
unprovoked attack.

Those ghoulish creatures

trekked mud all
over our sickbay.

Stay here. Guard the
ship. I'll save the crew.

But, Garak, you're
just a surgeon.

I am a surgeon, but not "just."

You guys seeing this?

They didn't even put us in
the cell with the commanders.

Eh, who cares? A cell's a cell.

- Don't act like this is our fault.
- How is it not?

'Cause you've been trying
to destroy the multiverse.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Why are you so familiar?
- Oh, so then all the tears

you're ripping through
the fabric of reality

are just, what, for fun?

We always make sure to close
them after we go through.

Holy ,
you're Lily Sloane.

- Yeah. H-Have we met?
- Boims.

Boims. Boims, this is
"built the first warp drive

with Zefram Cochrane" Lily.

Wait, what?

I don't know what
a warp drive is,

but Zef did help me build
our quantum reality drive.

Well, in this reality,
you're a depraved villain.

Okay, she clearly isn't.

They do not look particularly
nefarious, Captain.

We are on a mission of peace,
exploring quantum realities

to further our
scientific knowledge.

Well, then why didn't
you say something?

We have directives which
dictate ethical boundaries

to contacting societies

who can't cross
realities on their own.

Well, whenever you
cross to a new reality,

you leave a second rift open.

- What?
- I told you we had not accounted

for the dissipation
of additional energy.

This whole time, you
weren't the bad guys.

You were just a different
type of Federation.

We've been stranded
from our home dimensions

chasing after you.

I'm sorry. I had no idea.

I believe she is telling the truth.

They don't like it when we talk.

Then they can let us go.

You hear me?

Your planet su...

- Garak.
- I've never been one for face-to-face combat.

This is our doctor.

Then why is he
trained in combat?

Old habits die hard.

If you can help us
repair our ship,

- I think we can get you home.
- Kim crew,

- roll out.
- Let's go.

Hmm.

Hurry. It won't be long

before some Khwopian
realizes we got out.

If your team can fix
the power systems,

the Beagle can get to orbit.

Whoa.

That's an older design, but
the system should be similar

to what we're used to.

We should be able to manage.

Ow.

Stupid patchwork.

If you are fatigued, I am
able to handle this repair.

Oh, you'd love to rub that in
my face, wouldn't you, Vulcan?

I would not.

Ugh.

- So these glowsticks are what you use to cross realities?
- Yeah.

Unobserved complex gluon cores.

Well, you might want to observe
a couple 'cause they're.

I think we're gonna have to
hit the conduits from outside.

There's an access panel
below the port stabilizers.

On it, boss.

I can't believe
you actually want

to explore quantum realities.

You don't?

I'd be happy to
never hear the word

"multiverse" ever again.

What's wrong with exploring?

Oh, real exploring is great.

We go out into the galaxy
and visit strange new worlds.

What you do, isn't exploring.

I must look like I'm
stuck in one spot, huh?

The multiverse is just a
rehash of stuff I already know.

You sound a lot like Zef.

It took him a minute
to get it, too.

We don't need to
meet new species.

Okay, then why bother
exploring at all?

To better understand ourselves.

It's fun to learn about aliens,

but learning about humanity,

that's something else.

I've met humans who've
built rings around the sun.

I've met others whose ships
are the size of continents.

I'm learning about
what humans can be.

Mapping our potential.

So far, it's limitless.

I never thought
about it like that.

Look at Mariner.

Your friendship
transcends realities.

Trust like that
is powerful stuff.

Is that
supposed to happen?

Someone's
stealing my ship!

We need to get back to the Nax!

We don't have time for this!

I do.

Yah!

Keep going.

This is how I relax. Calm down.

Everybody's going to
get their asses kicked.

Curzon, be careful!

My freaking calves.

Stupid bog planet.
So much wading.

Open hailing frequencies,
all channels.

This is Captain William Boimler.

Whoever's piloting that ship,

you need to return
to the surface now.

Why? So you can take
all these beautiful Kims

back to their home
universes where they'll be

overlooked and disrespected?

Kim, what the hell
are you doing?

He tricked us, Captain.

We don't want to be here.

I'm taking you
back to my universe

where Harry Kims can rank up.

Hey, we didn't
finish the repairs.

The Beagle can't maintain
a fifth dimension

without subspace gluons!

Spewing engineering
nonsense won't work on me.

I've got two pips!

Curzon, get us into orbit.

Aye, Captain.

You are limping.

I should've stretched
before that workout.

We have to stop him from
crossing into another QR!

Without repairs,
he's flying a bomb

that could spread
to all universes!

The death toll would
be beyond measure.

Damn you, two-pip Kim!

Why hasn't he opened a rift?

The Beagle won't allow it until
he's out of the gravity well.

We will not make it
in time at this speed.

Permission to try and
juice the engines?

Granted.

Why won't you work?

Hey, this un-Kim-like
behavior, pal.

- Shut up, Harry!
- You shut up, Harry!

Gravity
well cleared.

Ha-ha! I got it.

Impulse increased by 15%.

The Beagle's falling apart.

Brace yourselves for
a better life, Kims.

Damn it! He's making a rift.

Despite our increase in
speed, we will not be

close enough to intervene.

Well, then we need to
do a micro warp jump.

The tachyon levels are too high.

Our engines would overload.

How are we supposed to
stop them and not blow up?

The Beagle's creating waves
of gravitational turbulence.

And that's a good thing?

It means mass matters.

If I can increase the
gravity around the warp port,

it'll be a tachyon shield,

and we can go as
fast as you want.

But won't that crush you?

Let's pretend I'm the
adventurous Mariner

from your reality
who's okay risking it.

Mariner...

Thought you could use
a holographic hand.

Engineering is at ten
times gravity, Captain.

Curzon, warp us now!

Dax?

Stupid salamander zapped me.

Get him to sickbay!

Mariner, I hope you're right.

Ah, it worked, the warp
core's not overloading.

Great.

Shut off...

the gravity.

Oh, right, sorry.

There's nothing more I can do.

- If we had had more time.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Garak, you do know I'll
follow you to any reality.

I'd do the same for
you. I really don't care

where we end up as
long as we're together.

What? Then why have
we been arguing?

Because it's fun.

No, it's not!

Nobody stops Harry Kim.

What are you doing?

We have to transport
out of here.

Why? I'm offering
you a better life.

If that's what it takes,

- we don't want it.
- What are you... Hey!

- No!
- Grab him!

Well, at least you
get a front row seat

to my demise.

I take no pleasure in
seeing my friend perish.

Since when are we friends?

Since the day we met.

I know.

Dax had a good run.

Too bad that it
has to end with me.

I will remove your symbiont
and return it to your reality.

Won't work
without a host.

Then I must attempt to
transfer your shared memories

from Dax itself.

Fine!

You Kims are too weak to know
a good thing when you have it.

You want to know why
you're all still ensigns?

This, this is why.

You don't deserve
to come with me.

- Whoa.
- Welcome back, Kims.

Good to be back, sir.

Can you get a
tractor beam on him?

Negative, he's too far.

- Then target engines.
- No!

If you open fire now,
it'll just make it worse!

Worse than destroying
all realities?!

Harry, you have to stop.

That ship won't make it.

Nice try.

I'm Harry Kim.

And you don't get
to order me around.

That was...

more katra than I
had anticipated.

You back Dax up

in that big Vulcan brain.

I will protect and pass them on.

Maybe you're not so bad.

For a Vulcan.

Lily, what's happening?

The explosion disrupted
the coherence of the rift.

Soliton waves will spread
across all quantum realities.

No, no, there has to
be something we can do.

This ship has a
force beam generator?

A deflector? Yeah.

With a directed soliton burst,

I could use it to guide the
wave into a single reality.

But then won't you be dooming an
entire universe to be destroyed?

It's either one or all.

We need a reality that
can respond to the threat.

I know where to send it.

Scan me. Use my reality.

What? Boims, no.

- Are you sure?
- No.

But I'm there and so are you.

And Tendi and Rutherford.

I know they can
figure out a solution.

Why would you do
this to your friends?

Because he trusts them.

And that trust transcends
quantum realities.

Activate the soliton beam.

Done. I hope you're right.

I piggybacked a message
to my duplicate.

- He'll know what to do.
- Will he?

Yeah, as long as he
doesn't freak out.

Holy!

We're all gonna die!

Chirp.

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