[Enterprise - Closed Captions Log] BOY: Where no man has gone before. Dr. Cochrane would would be proud of you. I know the whole speech by heart. When's it going to be ready to fly? Let the paint dry first. No, I mean your sh. Not for awhile. It's not even built yet. You know that. How big will it be? Pretty big. Bigger than Ambassador's Pointy's ship? His name is Soval and he's been very helpful. And I told you not to call him that, Jonathan. Well, Billy Cook said we'd be flying at warp five by now if the Vulcans hadn't kept things from us. Well, they have their reasons. God know what they are. ( grunting ) ( distant weapons' fire ) Drop your weapon. I mean it! Roqnuh, pagh qoH! Mang juH! I don't understand a word you're saying but I guarantee you I know how to use this. HIch ghaH! Qagh DoQ! / It's been a long road / / Getting from there to here / / It's been a long time / / But my time is finally near / / And I will see my dream come alive at last / / I will touch the sky / / And they're not gonna hold me down no more / / No, they're not gonna change my mind / / 'Cause I've got faith of the heart / / I'm going where the heart will take me / / I've got faith to believe / / I can do anything / / I've got strength of the soul / / No one's gonna bend or break me / / I can reach any star / / I've got faith / / I've got, I've got / / I've got faith / / Faith of the heart. / [Captioning sponsored by PARAMOUNT TELEVISION and UNITED PARAMOUNT NETWORKS] The Ventral Plating Team says they'll be done in about three days. Be sure they match the color to the nacelle housings. Planning to sit on the hull and pose for some postcards? Maybe. God, she's beautiful. And fast. Warp 4.5 next Thursday. Neptune and back in six minutes. Let's take a look at the lateral sensor array. Give me a sec. Slow down. There. Those are ports that buckled during the last test. They need to be reinforced. Great. You scratched the paint. Sorry. ( communications beep ) Orbital Six. MAN: Captain Archer, sir. Go ahead. Admiral Forrest needs you at Starfleet Medical right away. Who was chasing him? We don't know. They were incinerated in the methane explosion and the farmer's descriptn was vague at best. How did they get here? What kind of ship? They were using some kind of stealth technology. We're still analyzing our sensor logs. I'd like to see those logs. The Klingons made it very clear they want us to expedite this. It happened on our soil. That's irrelevant. Ambassador, with all due respect we have a right to know what's going on here. You will be apprised of all pertinent information. And just who gets to decide what's pertinent information? Admiral. John. I think you know everyone. Not everyone. It's a Klingot. A Klingon. Where'd he come from? Oklahoma. A corn farmer named Moore shot him with a plasma rifle. Says it was self-defense. Fortunately, Soval and I have maintained close contact with Kronos since the incident occurred. Kronos? It's the Klingons' homeworld. This gentleman's some sort of a courier. Evidently, he was carrying crucial information back to his people. When he was nearly killed by your farmer. Ambassador Soval thinks it would be best if we push off your launch until we've cleared this up. Well, isn't that a surprise. You'd think they would have come up with something a little more imaginative this time. Sarcasm aside, Captain, the st thing your people need is to make an enemy of the Klingon Empire. If we hadn't convinced them to let us take Klaang's corpse back to Kronos, Earth would most likely be facing a squadron of warbirds by the end of the week. Corpse? Is he dead? Excuse me. Is this man dead? His autonomic system was disrupted by the blast but his redundant neural function... Is he going to die? Not necessarily. Let me get this straight. You're going to disconnect this man from life-support even though he could live. Now, where's the logic in that? Klaang's culture finds honor in death. If they saw him like this he'd be disgraced. They're a warrior race. They dream of dying in battle. If you understood the complexities of interstellar diplomacy... So that's your diplomatic solution? To do what they tell you? Pull the plug? Your metaphor is crude... but accurate. We may be crude, but we're not murderers. You're not going to let them do this, are you? The Klingons have demanded that we return Klaang immediately. Admiral? We may need to defer to their judgment. We've been deferring to their judgment for a hundred years. John... How much longer? Until you've proven you're ready. Ready to what? To look beyond your provincial attitudes and your volatile nature. Volatile? You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from knocking you on youass. These Klingons, they're anxious to get their man back. Fine. I can have my ship ready to go in three days. We'll take him back home... alive. This is no time to be imposing your ethical beliefs. Dan? What about your crew? Your com officer's in Brazil. You haven't selected a medical officer yet. Three days-- that's all I need. Admiral? We've been waiting for nearly a century, Ambassador. This seems as good a time as any to get started. Listen to me. You're making a mistake! When your logic doesn't work you raise your voice? You have been on Earth too long. I had a feeling their approach wouldn't sit too well with you. Don't screw this up. I heard this platform's been approved for bio-transport. I presume you mean fruits and vegetables. I mean armory officers and helmsmen. I don't think I'm quite ready to have my molecules compressed into a data stream. They claim it's safe. Do they, indeed? Well, I certainly hope the Captain doesn't plan on making us use it. Don't worry. From what I'm told he won't even put his dog through this thing. ( sighs ) This is ridiculous. I ask for plasma coils and they send me a case of valve sealant. There's no chance I can have these weapons on-line in three days. We're just taking a sick man back to his homeworld. Why do we need weapons? Didn't you read the profile report on these Klingons? Apparently they sharpen their teeth before they go into battle. No doubt Mr. Tucker will reassure me that my equipment will be here tomorrow. ( with Southern accent ): "Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Is it me, or does the artificial gravity seem a bit heavy? Feels all right. Earth sea level. My father always kept it at point eight G. Thought it put a little spring in his step. After being raised on cargo ships it must have felt like you had lead in your boots when you got to Earth. Beautiful. Lock it off right there. I believe you missed a spot. Commander Tucker, Ensign Travis Mayweather. He just arrived. Our "Space Boomer." How fast have you gotten her? Warp four. We'll be going to four-five as soon as we clear Jupiter. Think you can handle it? 4.5? Pardon me but if I don't realign the deflector the first grain of space dust we come across will blow a hole through this ship the size of your fist. Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant. Your equipment will here in the morning. Ghlungit !tak nekleet. STUDENTS: Ghlungit !tak nekleet. Very good. Ghlungit !tak nekleet. Ghlungit !tak nekleet. Carlos... Ltrunghi !krqltt! Ltrunghi !krqltt! ( trills "R", clicks tongue ): !krqltt! !krqltt! Tighten the back of your tongue. !krqltt! !krqltt! !krqltt! Keep trying; you've almost got it. I'll be right back. It's two more weeks before exams. It's impossible for me to leave now. You've got to have someone who can cover for you. If there was anyone else who can do what I do you wouldn't be so eager to have me on your spaceship. Hoshi. I'm sorry, Captain, I owe it to these kids. I could order you. I'm on leave from Starfleet, remember? You would have to forcibly recall me which would require a reprimand which would disqualify me from serving on an active vessel. I need someone with your ear. And you'll have her... in three weeks. Poq volcha vaY Du bogh Q'apla! Wh-what's that? Klingon. Ambassador Soval gave us a sampling of their linguistic database. I thought you said the Vulcans were opposed to this. They are but we agreed to make a few compromises. so'wI chu'lu'ta sonchly yem Surgh... What do you know about these Klingons? Not much. An empire of warriors with 80 poly-guttural dialects constructed on an adaptive syntax. Turn it up. ...blmoHqu K'ntah... Think of it you'd be the first human to talk to these people. Do you really want someone else to do it? Since when do we have Vulcan science officers? Since we needed their starcharts to get to Kronos. So we get a few maps and they get to put a spy on our ship? Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a chaperone. I thought the whole point of this was to get away from the Vulcans. Four days there and four days back... then she's gone. In the meantime we're to extend her every courtesy. I don't know... I'd be more comfortable with Porthos on the Bridge. ( door chimes ) Here we go. Come in. This confirms that I was transferred to your command at 0800 hours. Reporting for duty. ( sniffing ) Is there a problem? No, sir. Oh, I forgot. Vulcan females have a heightened sense of smell. I hope Porthos isn't too offensive to you. I've been trained to tolerate offensive situations. I took a shower this morning. How about you, Captain? I'm sorry. This is Commander Charles Tucker III. Sub-Commander T'Pol. Trip. I'm called Trip. I'll try to remember that. While you may not share our enthusiasm about this mission I expect you to follow our rules. What's said in this room and out on that Bridge is privileged information. I don't want every word I say being picked apart the next day by the Vulcan High Command. My reason for being here is not espionage. My superior simply asked me to assist you. Your superiors don't think we can flush a toilet without one of you to assist us. I didn't request this assignment, Captain and you can be certain that when this mission's over I'll be as pleased to leave this ship as you'll be to have me go. ( whimpering ) If there's nothing else... That'll be all. When Zefram Cochrane made his legendary warp flight 90 years ago and drew the attention of our new friends the Vulcans, we realized that we weren't alone in the galaxy. Today, we are about to cross a new threshold. For nearly a century we've waded ankle deep in the ocean of space. Now it's finally time to swim. ( applause ) The warp five engine wouldn't be a reality without men like Dr. Cochrane and Henry Archer who worked so hard to develop it. So it's only fitting that Henry's son, Jonathan Archer will command the first starship powered by that engine. ( applause ) Rather than quoting Dr. Cochrane I think we should listen to his own words from the dedication ceremony for the Warp Five Complex 32 years ago. On this site, a powerful engine will be built an engine that will someday help us to travel a hundred times faster than we can today. Imagine it-- thousands of inhabited planets at our fingertips and we'll be able to explore those strange new worlds and seek out new life and new civilizations. This engine will let us go boldly where no man has gone before. Take her out, Mr. Mayweather. Straight and steady. ARCHER: How we doing, Trip? Ready when you are. Prepare for warp. Course laid in, sir. Request permission to get underway. The coordinates are off by .2 degrees. Thank you. Let's go. ( pre-echoing ): Where's Klaang? ( pre-echoing ): The humans have him. Did you lose anyone else? Two of my soldiers were killed. One of them was a friend. Can you prevent it? Our agreement doesn't provide for correcting mistakes. Recover the evidence. I will, I promise you. When will we speak again? Don't be concerned with when. / Love what you've done with the place. Those are immunocytic gel worms. Try not to shake them. What'd you think of Earth? Intriguing. I especially liked the Chinese food. Have you ever tried it? I lived in San Francisco all my life. Ah. Anatomically, you humans are somewhat simplistic but what you lack biologically you make up for with your charming optimism. Not to mention your egg drop soup. Be very careful with that. ( animal chittering ) What's in there? An Altarian marsupial. ( chittering ) Their droppings contain the greatest concentration of regenerative enzymes found anywhere. Their droppings? If you're going to try to embrace new worlds you must try to embrace new ideas. That's why the Vulcans initiated the Interspecies Medical Exchange. There's a lot to be learned. I'm sorry to take you away from your program but our doctors haven't even heard of a Klingon. Please, no apologies. What better time to study human beings than when they're under pressure? It's a rare opportunity, and your Klingon friend-- I've never had the chance to examine a living one before. Ensign Mayweather tells me that we'll be to Kronos in about 80 hours. Any chance he'll be conscious by then? There's a chance he'll be conscious within the next ten minutes... just not a very good one. 80 hours, Doctor. If he doesn't walk off this ship on his own two feet he doesn't stand much of a chance. ll do the best I can. Optimism, Captain! You're upside down, Ensign. Yes, sir. Care to explain why? When I was a kid, we called it the "sweet spot." Every ship's got one. Sweet spot? It's usually about halfway between the grav-generator and the bow plate. Grab ahold of the hatch. No, no, no, on either side. Now push off. Push off. Wow. Whoa! It takes practice. You ever slept in zero G? Slept? It's just like being back in the womb. The Captain tells me you've been to Trillius Prime. It took fourth, fifth, and sixth grades to get there. I've also been to Draylax and both the Teneebian moons. I've only been on one inhabited planet besides Earth. Nothing there but dust-dwelling ticks. I've heard the women on Draylax have... Three. Yeah, it's true. You know that firsthand? Firsthand, secondhand, thirdhand. I guess growing up a boomer has its advantages. ( chuckling ) Got empty seat here, Commander. Sorry, dinner with the boss tonight. Grand Canyon? No. Big Sur Aquarium. Sightseeing was not one of my assignments. Hmm... All work and no play... Everybody should get out for a little fun now and then. All our recreational needs are provided at the Compound. ( door chimes ) Come in. You should have started without me. Sit down. T'Pol tells me she's been living at the Vulcan Compound in Sausalito. No kidding. I lived a few blocks from there when I first joined Starfleet. Great parties at the Vulcan Compound. ( chuckling ) It might be a little easier using your fingers. Vulcans don't touch food with their hands. Can't wait to see you tackle the spareribs. Don't worry. We know you're a vegetarian. Looks delicious. Tell Chef I said thanks. You humans claim to be enlightened yet you still consume the flesh of animals. Grandma taught me never judge a species by their eating habits. Enlightened might be too strong a word but if you'd been on Earth 50 years ago I think you'd be impressed by what we've gotten done. You have yet to embrace either patience or logic. u remain impulsive carnivores. Yeah. What about war, disease, hunger? Pretty much wiped them o in less than two generations. I wouldn't call that small potatoes. It remains to be seen whether humanity will revert to its baser instincts. Well, we used to have cannibals on Earth. Who knows how far we'll revert? Lucky this isn't a long mission. Human instinct is pretty strong. You can't expect us to change overnight. With proper discipline... Anything's possible. Warp 4.3, sir. Not much of a change. I don't know-- does anybody else feel that? Feel what? Those vibrations like little tremors? You're imagining it. Bring us to 4-4, Ensign. There, what do you call that? The deflector's sequencing. It's perfectly normal. Perhaps you'd like to go to your quarters and lie down. Ponfo mirann. I was instructed to speak English on this voyage and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect that. It's easy to get a little jumpy when you're traveling at 30 million kilometers a second. Should be old hat in a week's time. ( communications beep ) Archer. This is Dr. Phlox, Captain. Our patient is regaining consciousness. On my way. Hoshi. Pung ghap HoS! Pung ghap HoS! What's wrong? The translator... it's not locking onto his dialect. The syntax won't align. DujDaj Hegh! Uh... Tell him we're taking him home. Um... Ingan Hoch, juH! Tujpa'qul Dun? Oh, he wants to know who we are. Ou'ghewmey Enterprise. PugloD. Nentay lupHom! LupHom-- ship-- he's asking for his ship back. Say it was destroyed. SonchIy. Vengen Sto'vo'kor Dos! I-I'm not sure, but I think he said something about eating the afterlife? Try the translator again. No, I-I'm going to need to run what we've got through the phonetic processor. MajOa blmoHqu! He says... he says his wife has grown ugly? I am sorry, Captain. I'm doing the best I can. PHLOX: Excuse me. His prefrontal cortex is hyperstimulated. I doubt he has any idea what he's saying. Hljol OaOqu'nay! I think the Doctor's right, Captain unless "stinky boots" has something to do with all this. T-that's the warp reactor again, right? OaOqu'nay! Bridge, report. T'POL: We've dropped out of warp, sir. Main power... ( electronic fritzing ) MAYWEATHER: We're losing power on all decks. I think I just saw something off the starboard bow. What? I don't know. It might have just been the sensors going down. KLAANG: Qa'rot bah chu'lu'ta! Auxiliary power should have kicked in by now. Sonchly DaHjaj pung'gaP! You want to tell him to shut up? Shut up! DaHjaj pung'gaP... We may have to sedate him. I need to get to the Bridge. DaHjaj pung'gaP... HOSHI: Captain. There's someone here. ( clattering ) Crewman! Suliban. ( screams ) You all right? Yeah. Right away. Why the hell didn't we detect them? Mr. Reed thought he detected something right before we lost power. The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance. Looks more like a glitch. Those weren't glitches in Sick Bay. I want a complete analysis of that disturbance. Where do we stand on weapons? I still have to tune the targeting scanners. What are you waiting for? Captain... The Klingon seemed to know who they were. See if you can translate what he said. Right away. Captain, there's no way you could have anticipated this. I'm sure Ambassador Soval will understand. You're the Science Officer. Why don't you help Trip with that analysis? The astrometric computer in San Francisco will be far more effective. We're not going to San Francisco so make do with what we've got here. You've lost the Klingon. Your mission is over. I didn't lose the Klingon, he was taken and I'm going to find out who took him. How do you plan to do that? Space is very big, Captain. A shadow on your sensors won't help you find them. This is a foolish mission. Come with me. I'm not interested in what you think about this mission so take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions. Your reaction to this situation is a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system. I've been listening to you Vulcans tell us what not to do my entire life. I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding. He deserved to see that launch. You may have life spans of 200 years-- we don't. You are going to be contacting Starfleet to advise them of our situation. No, I'm not, and neither are you. Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful. ARCHER: What have you found, Doctor? Mr. Klaang was right about one thing. He is a Suliban but unless I'm mistaken, he is no ordinary one. Meaning? His DNA is Suliban but his anatomy has been altered. Look at this lung. Five bronchial lobes, you see. It should only have three. And look at the alveoli clusters. They've been modified to process different kinds of atmosphere. Are you saying he's some kind of a mutant? Well, I, uh... I suppose I am but this was no accident. No, uh, "freak of nature." This man was the recipient of some very sophisticated genetic engineering. Watch this. Subcutaneous pigment sacs. A bio-mimetic garment and the eyes are my favorite. Compound retinas. He most likely saw things even your sensors couldn't detect. It's not in their genome? No, certainly not. The Suliban are no more evolved than humans. It is very impressive work, though. I've never seen anything quite like it. TRIP: How about this? It's just background noise. Your sensors aren't capable of isolating plasma decay. w can you be so damn sure what our sensors can do? Vulcan children play with toys that are more sophisticated. You know... some people say you Vulcans do nothing but patronize us but if they were now, if they could see how far you're bending over backwards to help me they'd eat their words. Your Captain's mission was to return the Klingon to his people. He no longer has the Klingon. I realize he's only a simple earthling but did it ever occur to you that he might know what he's doing? It's no secret Starfleet hasn't been around too long-- God knows you remind us of that every chance you get-- but does that mean the man who's been put in charge of this mission doesn't deserve our support? Then again, loyalty's an emotion... isn't it? Any luck? Not really. My analysis of the spatial disturbance Mr. Reed saw indicates a stealth vessel with a tricyclic plasma drive. TRIP: If we can figure out the decay rate of their plasma, we'll be able to find their warp trail. T'POL: Unfortunately, your sensors were not designed to measure plasma decay. Are you sure it's safe to stand so close to that? What have you got? I've managed to translate most of what Klaang said but none of it makes sense. Nothing about the Suliban? Nope. Does that name ring a bell to you? They're a somewhat primitive species from Sector Three Six Four One but they've never posed a threat. Well, they have now. Did he say anything about Earth? The word's not even in their database. It's all there. There are only four words that I couldn't translate. Probably just proper nouns. "Jelik, Sarin, Rigel, Tholia." Anything sound familiar? T'Pol? Rigel is a planetary system approximately 15 light-years from our present position. Why the hesitation? According to the navigational log salvaged from Klaang's ship Rigel Ten was the last place he stopped before crashing on your planet. Why do I get the feeling you weren't going to share that little piece of information? I wasn't authorized to reveal the details of our findings. The next time I learn you're withholding something you're going to spend the rest of this voyage confined to some very cramped quarters. Understood? Archer to helm. Mayweather. Go into the Vulcan starcharts and find a system called Rigel. Then set a course for the tenth planet. Yes, sir. Are you certain he's telling the truth? Absolutely ctain. The drugs are working. Keep him alive while I'm gone. ARCHER: As soon as we've tied down we'll be descending into the trade complex. It has 36 levels. Your translators have been programmed for Rigelian. However, you'll encounter numerous other species. Many of them are known to be impatient with newcomers. None of them have seen a human before. You have a tendency to be gregarious. I suggest you try to restrain that tendency. You forgot to warn us about drinking the water. Dr. Phlox isn't concerned with the food and water but he does caution against intimate contact. ARCHER: The Vulcans told us Klaang was a courier. If he was there to get something whoever gave it to him might know why he was taken. It was just a few days ago. A seven-foot Klingon doesn't go unnoticed. ( woman screaming ) What in the world...? It's nothing that concerns us. ( techno music playing ) Would you like to meet them? I can arrange . Is this where you saw Klaang? I'll show you where but first you should enjoy yourselves. Which one would you prefer? We should get going. Are those real butterflies or some kind of holograms? Sir... Ohyes, absolutely. You're right. ( clattering ) ( boy gasping ) T'Pol to Archer. Go ahead. Hey! T'POL: Central Security claims to have no record of Klaang but they told me about an enclave on level 19 where Klingons have been known to go. Something about "live food." Where on Level 19? The easternmost subsection, by the geothermal shafts. I'll meet you there as soon as I can. ( gasping ) Archer out. What are you doing? Don't get involved. You see what she's doing? He's going to suffocate. They're Lorillians. Before the age of four they can only breathe methyloxide. The mother is simply weaning her son. Could have fooled me. Humans can't refrain from drawing conclusions. You should learn to objectify other cultures so you know when to interfere and when not to. HOSHI: Isn't an enclave supposed to have people? "Enclave" can mean a lot of things. T'Pol said something about "live food." I don't see any restaurants. ( talking in distance ) Hello! Excuse me! Ha'quj jeg! They looked Klingon to me. Archer to T'Pol. ( static ) T'Pol, come in. ( static ) ( clattering ) Maybe we should get back to where there are more people? There are plenty of people right here. Stay behind me. ( Hoshi screams ) You're looking for Klaang. Why? Who the hell are you? My name is Sarin. Tell me about the people who took Klaang off your ship. I was hoping you could tell me. They looked a lot like your friends outside. Where were you taking him? Why don't you look like your friends? Would you prefer I did? What I'd prefer is you give me Klaang back. So you could take him where? Home. We were just taking him home. You better be careful. I'm a lot bigger than you are. If you're thinking of harming me I'd advise against it. What are you doing? Why were you taking Klaang home? You know, under different circumstances I might be flattered by this, but... That's never happened before. I've been given the ability to measure trust, but it requires close contact. You're Suliban. I was a member of the Cabal, but not any longer. The price of evolution was too high. Evolution? Some of my people are so anxious to improve themselves, that they've lost perspective. So you know I'm not lying to you. Now what? Klaang was carrying a message to his people. How do you know that? I gave it to him. What kind of message? The Suliban have been staging attacks within the Klingon Empire making it appear that one faction is attacking another. Klaang was bringing proof of this to his High Council. Without that proof, the Empire could be thrown into chaos. Why would the Suliban want that? The Cabal doesn't make decisions on its own. They're simply soldiers fighting a temporal cold war. Temporal? You've lost me. They're taking orders from the distant future. What? We can help you find Klaang but we don't have a starship. You'll have to take us with you. Where's your vessel? On the roof. Docking Port Three. This way. Trip. Find Klaang. Where's the pod? Over here. No, it's this way. Come on. Lieutenant Reed, this Archer. Come in. ( staticky transmissions) We're on the roof. You need to get up here... ( transmission breaking up ) ... you can. We've been trying to reach you, Captain. We're back in the shuttle. Ask him where they are. The storm's getting worse. Captain, what's your location? The weather is definitely... ( staticky transmission ) Great! Like I said, it's back there. I've never seen lightning in a snowstorm before. The storm's kicking up too much interference. I can't isolate human bio-signs. They could be anywhere in the complex. Try Vulcan bio-signs. ( knocking ) I found her. ( knocking continues ) Get Hoshi to the ship. Now! Go! The Enterprise needs its Captain. Give me the weapons. I said go. ( groans ) The starboard thruster's down. Ignore it. Take us up. ( groaning ) We need instructions. Open a channel. Sub-commander T'Pol to Enterprise. Go ahead. T'POL: We'll be docking in four minutes. Have Dr. Pholx meet us in decon. Acknowledged. Is someone wounded? The Captain. I'm taking command of Enterprise. I can't do it. Yes, you can. Take her up... straight and steady. Damn. You can't be afraid of the wind. Learn to trust it. It shouldn't take more than a few moments. Is this really necessary? The others scanned negative. You two, unfortunately were exposed to a protocystian spore. I've loaded the appropriate decon gel into compartment "B." Tell Mr. Mayweather to prepare to leave orbit. How's the Captain? I'm treating his wound. Will he be all right? Eventually. Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't you just kind of an observer on this mission? I don't remember anyone telling me you were a member of Starfleet. My Vulcan rank supersedes yours. Apples and oranges. This is an Earth vessel. You're in no position to take command. As soon as we're through here, I'll contact Ambassador Soval. He'll speak to your superiors, and I'm certain and I'm certain he'll support my authority in this situation. You must really be proud of yourself. You can put an end to this mission while the Captain's still unconscious in Sick Bay. You don't even have to look him in the eye. Your precious cargo was stolen. Three Suliban, perhaps more, were killed and Captain Archer has been seriously wounded. It seems to me this mission has put an end to itself. Turn around. Let's say you're right. Let's say we screwed up just like you always knew we would. It's still a prty good bet that whoever blew that hole in the Captain's leg is connected somehow to the people that took Klaang. I fail to see your point. Captain Archer deserves a chance to see this through. If you knew him you'd realize that's what he's about. He needs to finish what he starts. His daddy was the same way. You obviously share your Captain's belief that my people were responsible for impeding Henry Archer's accomplishments. He only wanted to see his engine fly. They never even gave him the chance to fail. Here you are 30 years later proving just how consistent you Vulcans can be. ( gasps ) Very nice, very nice. Your myofibers are fusing beautifully. How long have I...? Less than six hours. I thought it best to keep you sedated while the osmotic eel cauterized your wound. Thanks. How you doing, Captain? Well, that depends. What's been going on the last six hours? As your highest-ranking officer I assumed command while you were incapacitated. Are we underway? You didn't waste much time, did you? Is he fit to resume command? As long as he returns for more eel therapy tomorrow. How long before we get back to Earth? Earth, sir? We're currently tracking the Suliban vessel that left Rigel shortly after you were injured. You got their plasma decay rate? With Mr. Tucker's assistance, I modified your sensors. We now have the resolution to detect their warp trail. What happened to "This is a foolish mission"? This is a foolish mission. The Suliban are clearly a hostile race with technology far superior to yours but as acting Captain I was obligated to anticipate your wishes. As acting Captain, you could have done whatever the hell you wanted to do. I should return to the Bridge. Dismissed. Modifying the sensors was her idea, sir. Enterprise Starlog Captain Jonathan Archer, April 16 2151: We've been tracking the Suliban ship for ten hours thanks to our Science Officer who came up with a way to tweak the sensors. Computer, pause. I save her life now she's helping us with a mission. One good turn deserves another. Doesn't sound very Vulcan. Resume log. I have no reason to believe that Klaang is still alive but if what the Suliban woman told me is true it's crucial that we try to find him. Computer, pause. Have you ever known a Vulcan to return a favor? No, neither have I. Resume log. I still haven't decided whether to ask Sub-commander T'Pol about this temporal cold war. My instincts tell me not to trust her. Computer, pause. Archer to T'Pol: report. If you're feeling well enough to come to the Bridge, Captain now would be a good time. It's a gas giant. From the looks of it, a Class Six or Seven. Class Seven. The Suliban vessel dropped to impulse a few hours ago and altered course. Their new heading took them through its outer radiation belt. We've lost them. Yes. Move us in closer. Anything? The radiation's dissipated their warp trail. I'm only picking up fragments. You finished helping us? Lieutenant, run a spectral analysis of the fragments. REED: There's too much distortion. The decay rates don't even match. Calculate the trajectory of each fragment. REED: Sir? You heard her. Recalibrate the sensor array narrow band, short- to mid-range. Aye, sir. Measure the particle density of the thermosphere. Your instincts were right. Those fragments weren't from one Suliban ship. They were from 14 and all within the last six hours. I believe we have found what we're looking for. How are your targeting scanners? Aligned and ready, sir. Bring the weapons on-line and polarize the hull plating. Lay in a 60-degree vector. We're going in. ( pre-echoing ): I don't know. What do you know? They followed us here. Looking for Klaang or for you? I don't know but I will destroy them before they locate the helix. We didn't plan to involve the humans or the Vulcans... not yet. Sarin's message cannot reach Kronos. If the humans have it, you must stop them. Sensor resolution's falling off at about 12 kilometers. Travis? I'm okay, Captain. Our situation should improve. We're about to break through the cyclohexane layer. I wouldn't exactly call this an improvement. Liquid phosphorous. I wouldn't have expected that beneath a layer of cyclohexane. You might think about recommending seat belts when we get home. It's just a little bad weather. ( beeping ) We've got sensors. Level off. Go to long-range scans. I'm detecting two vessels bearing 119 mark seven. Put it up. REED: Impulse and warp engines. What kind of weapons? We're too far away. Sir, I'm picking up something at 342 mark 12. It's a lot bigger. All sensors, get whatever you can. Go tighter. Bio-signs? Over 30,000, but I can't isolate a Klingon if there is one. That was a particle weapon, sir. TUCKER: Bridge we're taking damage down here. What's going on? Just a little trouble with the bad guys. I suggest we return to the phosphorous layer. Take us up. Captain. What have you got? It appears to be an aggregate structure comprised of hundreds of vessels. They're held in place by an interlocking system of magnetic seals. There. Right there. These bio-readings are not Suliban. We can't be certain they're Klingon. Even if it is Klaang, we'd have a tough time getting him out of there. We could always try the transporting device. We've risked too much to bring him back inside-out. Would the grappler work in a liquid atmosphere? I believe so. Bring it on-line. One more time, Mr. Mayweather. The ventral plating's down. Hold your position. Lead ship's closing. 7,000 meters. 6,000. We should ascend. Hold your position. 1,000 meters. Forward plating's off-line. Now, Mr. Reed. The ship's in the launch bay. Ask me another one. All right. What's this? The pitch control. No, that's the pitch control. This is the guidance system. Pitch control guidance system. Got it. The docking interface-- how do you deploy it? Release the inertial clamps here, here and here then initialize the coaxial ports. Good. Where's the auxiliary throttle? Hmm. It's not this one. With all due respect to Commander Tucker I'm pretty sure I can fly this thing, sir. I don't doubt that, but I need you here. There, that's it. Auxiliary throttle. ( low rumbling ) Captain, that charge contained a proximity sweep. If we remain here, they're going to locate us. You're going to have to speed this up a little, Travis. How complicated can it be? Up, down, forward, reverse. I can figure it out. We'll be back before you know it. Have Mayweather plot a course for Kronos. There's a Vulcan ship less than two days away. It's illogical to attempt this alone. I was beginning to think you understood why we have to do this alone. You'll have other opportunities to demonstrate your independence. Never put off till tomorrow... You both could be killed. Am I sensing concern? Last time I checked, that was considered an emotion. If anything happens to either of you the Vulcan High Command will hold me responsible. ( door chimes ) Come in. You finished? Sir. This should reverse the polarity of any maglock within a hundred meters. Once you've set the sequence, you'll have five seconds. One more thing. Ah, our new weapons. They're called phase-pistols. They have two settings: stun and kill. It would be best not to confuse them. ( rumbling ) Time to go. The ship is yours. ( chirping alarm ) What's that? Travis said not to worry about that panel. That's reassuring. Hold on. That was a lot closer. If we change our position theyl have to start from scratch. If we change our position the Captain will have no way of finding us. I think we're there. Bring the docking interface on-line. Coaxial ports. Open. Let's go. Where is it? It was right there. Bank starboard, 90 degrees. There you are. That's the upper-support radius. Drop down right below it. Start a counterclockwise sweep. A little more. A little more. ( alarm beeping ) Right there. Stun seems to work. Grab onto something! ( alarms blaring ) This is ridiculous! If we don't move the ship Captain Archer won't have anything to look for when he gets back. We're going to need that ear of yours. Move us away, five kilometers. In what direction? Any direction. This is going be easier than I thought. It's okay. We're getting you off this thing. ( growls ) ( growls ) I really don't want to have to carry you out of here. You okay? I think he gets the idea. Give him a hand. Ou'taw boh! Be quiet. Borat! Borat! Muh tok! Dajvo tagh! Borat! You tell him, big guy. Give me the box! ( grunting ) Thanks. Get to the ship. I'll be right behind you. ( electronic whine ) ( alarm blaring ) Captain? ARCHER: It worked, Trip. Where are you? I'm still on the central core. Get Klaang back to Enterprise. What about you, sir? Get him to the ship. You can come back for me. It's going to be hard to isolate your bio-signs so stay as far away from the Suliban as you can. Believe me, I'll try. All I hear is noise. I don't particularly like the way you smell, either! MajOa! I don't get it. This is right where they're supposed to be. The charges are getting closer again. Another five kilometers, Ensign. At this rate, the Captain will never find us. Wait a minute. I think I've got something. Amplify it. ( cacophony of radio signals, distord background noise ) It's Commander Tucker. All I hear is noise. It's just a narrow notch in the mid-range. He says he's about to ignite his thruster exhaust. Coordinates: 158, mark 1-3. MAYWEATHER: Laid in. Ahead, 50 KPH. Shaya tonat. You're welcome. Two kilometers, dead ahead. Initiate docking procedures. I'm only picking up two bio-signs. One Klingon, one human. ( reverberating tones echoing ) ( reverberating tones stop ) Turn the ship around now. Our mission is to return the Klingon to his homeworld. Another rescue attempt could jeopardize that mission. The Captain specifically told us to come back for him. As Commanding Officer it's my job to interpret the Captain's orders. I just told you his orders! What's there to interpret? T'POL: Captain Archer may very well have told you to return for him later because he knew how stubborn you can be. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You might have risked Klaang's life in a foolish attempt to swing back and rescue the Captain. I can't believe this! The situation must be analyzed logically. I don't remember the Captain analyzing anything when he went back for you on that roof. That is a specious analogy. Is it? ( low, reverberating tones ) SILIK ( pre-echoing ): You're wasting your time. Klaang knows nothing. It would be unwise to discharge that weapon in this room. ( pre-echoing ): What is this room? What goes on here? You're very curious, John. May I call you John? Am I supposed to be impressed you know my name? I've learned a great deal about you-- even more than you know. Well, I guess you have me at a disadvantage. So why don't you drop this "invisible man" routine and... let me see who I'm talking to? Hull plating's been re-polarized. Stand by impulse engines. Mr. Tucker, status? The auto-sequencer's on-line but annular confinement's still off by two microns. That should suffice. Easy for you to say. If the Suliban have reestablished their defenses we'll have no other option. You wouldn't have come looking for Klaang if Sarin had told you what she knew. That means you're no threat to me, John but I do need you to leave this room. Now. This chameleon thing isretty fancy. Was it payment for pitting the Klingons against each other or a trophy from your Temporal Cold War? I was going to let you go. Really? Then you obviously don't know as much about me as you thought you did. On the contrary. I could've told you what day you were going to die but I suppose that's about to change. What's the matter? No genetic tricks to keep you from getting knocked on your butt? What you call tricks, we call progress. Are you aware that your genome is almost identical to that of an ape? The Suliban don't share humanity's patience with natural selection. So to speed things up a little you struck a deal with the devil? We have four more coming up off starboard. Can we dock, Ensign? These aren't ideal conditions. Mr. Tucker, we're going to Plan "B." Now! Bridge, we've got him. Sorry, Captain, we had no other choice. Pung ghap HoS! Ram Meqmey! Vubpu' jon nuchpa! Malja'gor. Wo'migh Oagh! O'apla! Something about disgracing the Empire. He says he's ready to die. Poq! ( murmuring approval ) ChugDah hegh... volcha vay. I'll take that as a thank you. I don't think they have a word for thank you. What did he say? You don't want to know. ( door chimes ) Come in. I've just gotten a response to the message I sent to Admiral Forrest. He enjoyed telling the Vulcan High Command about the Suliban we ran into. It isn't every day he gets to be the one dispensing information. I wanted you both to hear Starfleet's orders before I inform the crew. Orders? Your people are sending a transport to pick you up. I was under the impression that Enterprise would be taking me back to Earth. It would be a little out of our way. Admiral Forrest sees no reason why we shouldn't keep going. Son of a bitch. I have a feeling Dr. Phlox won't mind staying around for a while. He's developing a fondness for the human endocrine system. I'll get double shifts on the repair work. I think that outer hull's going to need a little patching up. Let's hope that's the last time somebody takes a shot at us. Let's hope. T'Pol... would you stick around for a minute? Ever since I can remember I've seen Vulcans as an obstacle... always keeping us from standing on our own two feet. I understand. No, I don't think you do. If I'm going to pull this off there are a few things I need to leave behind. Things like preconceptions, holding grudges... This mission would've failed without your help. I won't dispute that. I was thinking... a Vulcan Science Officer could come in handy but if asked you to stay it might look like I wasn't ready to do this on my own. Perhaps you should add pride to your list. Perhaps I should. It might be best if I were to contact my superiors and make the request myself... with your permission. Permission granted. I hope nobody is in a big hurry to get home. Starfleet seems to think that we're ready to begin our mission. I understand there's an inhabited planet a few light-years from here. We've detected it, sir. Sensors show a nitrogen-sulfide atmosphere. Probably not humanoids. That's what we're here to find out. Prepare to break orbit and lay in a course. I'm reading an ion storm on that trajectory, sir. Should I go around it? We can't be afraid of the wind, Ensign. Take us to warp four. [Captioning sponsored by PARAMOUNT TELEVISION