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- Vice admiral's log, stardate 61898.2.
"Voyager" is on the mend
after an attack by interdimensional creatures
known as The Loom.
We survived, thanks to the bold actions
of one Wesley Crusher,
ex-Starfleet turned cosmic traveler.
In battle, Mr. Crusher convinced
a few of my young crew to leap through a rift he created
on a dire mission to find the "Protostar,"
save Chakotay, and fix our timeline.
To save the future, they must do it alone.
Now all we can do is pray for their safe return.
[bones cracking] [exhales] Ah!
I thought physical therapy was supposed to be therapeutic.
- Well... - [grunts]
- Do you like having a shoulder, hm?
- Sorry to interrupt.
- It's all right.
I could use a break from the punishment.
- [huffs] - Any news?
- Long-range sensors found no sign
of the "Protostar's" warp signature,
and still no subspace transmissions
from Chakotay or our missing crew.
- The longer this goes on,
the more I doubt if I made the right call.
- But what choice did you have?
- I allowed them to venture into the unknown
on nothing but the word of a Starfleet expat.
But how much do we really know about Mr. Crusher?
- About that...
I think there's someone you should talk to.
I twisted some arms at Starfleet Medical.
She's surprisingly hard to track down these days.
- Dr. Crusher.
Been a while since the Shinzon incident.
How is Jean-Luc?
- Oh, it--it's been a while.
L-last I heard, he--he was busy
with the Romulan evacuation.
I've been told that's his priority.
But I hear you've seen my son. - Yes.
We recently had an encounter.
- With Wesley? Has--has something happened?
How is he?
- He saved our lives, but seemed erratic,
and he persuaded some of my cadets
to embark on a mission they've yet to return from.
- I wish I could offer some insight,
but I haven't seen him in years.
For a time traveler,
I wish he had more time to spend with his mother.
But he's a good son with a good heart.
I have to believe he knows what he's doing.
- I wish I had a mother's faith like yours.
But all I have is my crew,
and I admit, I'm worried for them.
- You're more like a mother than you realize.
All we can do is be there for them
when they find their way home.
- [scatting]
- That's the last of the solar collectors.
- [grunts] Good.
They can double as sails.
- [straining] - Dal, hurry up
and drop the lumber over there and get started on the rigging.
For a guy who likes to go fast,
you sure take your time.
- Ha! Good one, Captain.
Ah!
Quite a turnaround for this guy.
Yesterday he's a beach bum, today's he's bossing us around.
- We've all gotta play our part if we want to turn this ship
into a boat and get it off planet.
- Whatever our parts may be.
- [buzzes lips] It'd be way easier if we had fuel.
Getting this old bird to fly's gonna be impossible.
- Difficult, but not impossible.
Perhaps we should review the plan
once more before launch.
- Good idea.
We've got an ocean of troubles ahead of us.
And I don't want to leave anything to chance.
The warp core may be offline and without fuel,
but thanks to Adreek, we still have one last hope.
Adreek had a backup plan.
To get our warp drive working,
we need matter and antimatter to create a reaction.
- If we mix them together,
the results are rather explosive
and perfect for powering a starship.
- Adreek already managed to collect
some compressed antimatter for us
from the planet's lightning storms.
- So...what's the matter?
- Deuterium gas.
Janeway detected a massive swirling suspension
in the eye of a storm on the other side
of Icila's dangerous, high-density vapor ocean.
- So we're headed to a big gas cloud?
- [laughs] You're telling Jankom
that our ship is gonna float on that swirly mess?
- As long as we've got forward momentum,
we should maintain buoyancy.
[both straining]
- Janeway can guide us there as we sail across.
Once we reach the Deuterium,
we'll gather all the gas we need
with the ship's ramscoops.
Then we engage the warp core,
and it's a straight shot to the stars.
[soaring music]
- Well, I'd say my starship makes
a pretty good ship-ship.
- [scoffs] Your ship.
It was mine first.
Now we just have to get her off the beach
and onto the vapor ocean.
Okay, Mr. Pog,
take us out.
- Aye, sir.
Here goes nothing.
[computer chiming]
[hydraulics whirring]
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[metal creaking]
[buzzes lips] She's stuck on a rock.
- Don't worry. I know exactly what to do.
[engine revving] Ugh, come on.
Just a few more meters.
[engine revving]
- Dal, this approach is illogical.
The thrust is clearly inadequate.
- Ah, he doesn't give up easily.
- Sounds like someone never studied their Archimedes.
[Murf chirrs]
"Give me a lever and a place to stand,
and I can move the world!"
[all straining]
- Ah!
- All aboard the HMS "Protostar."
[metal creaking]
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You three, keep the rigging taut.
You and you,
rudder and lookout. [Murf chirrs]
Dal, take the jib.
- Ugh, totally.
Way ahead of you.
- Dal, it's on the other end.
- Yep. Sure.
Got it.
[Murf chirring]
[all straining]
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- Hoo-hoo-hoo! - [chuckles]
- [sighs contentedly]
[peaceful music]
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[Murf chirring excitedly]
[tense music]
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- The wind stream's pulling us toward the reef.
Slack the sails, hard to port.
- Adjusting our bearing.
- Right away.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- One sec. [strains]
[thrilling music]
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- What's going on up there?
We're on a collision course.
- Wrecking before we barely leave shore?
That's gotta be a record.
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- Uh... - [straining]
- [shrieks]
[metal scraping]
[glass shatters]
[triumphant music]
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[Murf chirring enthusiastically]
- I don't know what that was,
but let's not do it again, okay?
Gwyn, you're on the jib from now on.
Dal, how about you... coil the ropes.
It should be smooth sailing from here on out.
- Kind of crazy traveling like this.
No replicators, no warp engines.
- And all that's between us
and sinking to the bottomless abyss
is this rickety raft.
[metal clangs] Ha!
- Uh...I'm gonna go below deck
and not think about that anymore.
- [laughs] Good luck.
You may be down there, but you're still on this raft.
- Do you need assistance?
Happy to lend a hand.
- No.
This is my responsibility.
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- Dal, it may be none of my business,
but if something's wrong, I'm here to listen.
- Right, 'cause that's what a good captain does.
- Sorry if you have a problem with command,
but if you want to be in Starfleet,
better get used to it.
- All I wanted was a chance.
- A chance for what?
- I saw a glimpse of my future,
something I wasn't supposed to see.
As bad as I want it,
I don't think I'll ever be captain.
I know, big shocker.
I know how to put on a brave face,
usually just long enough to get by,
but if I'm not good enough to lead,
what good am I to them?
- When I was your age, I was lost too.
Lost my father, my heritage, my purpose.
I thought I'd find it rebelling with a group called the Makee.
I never truly belonged
until I became Janeway's number one.
I wasn't a captain,
but we shared something greater,
a cause I believed in.
Point is, maybe you'll be captain, maybe not,
but whenever you're feeling lost,
it's best to find where you're needed most.
And right now...
that's rope duty.
- Uh... [Murf chirring excitedly]
- Murf! What is it?
- [continues chirring]
- Why is he waving at us like that?
- Because he's seeing what I see:
our destination.
[thrilling music]
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- Maintain our heading.
The Deuterium is at the eye of this storm.
- [strains]
- Keep her steady.
- [coughing]
Steady?
Jankom's just trying to keep her in one piece.
[air hissing]
[Rok-Tahk straining]
- I don't like the sound of that.
- Hull integrity 40%. Status report.
- We're getting hammered,
but we knew this was gonna be a bumpy ride.
- [groaning] Oh, dear.
My insides feel like they don't want to be inside anymore.
[groans]
- The swells are worsening.
We need feet on ground and hands on ropes.
- [chirring nervously]
- We've got eels! Incoming!
[eels clicking]
That doesn't seem like a good sign.
- They're spooked by the maelstrom,
and they're not the only ones.
Janeway, can you steer us through?
- Hard to starboard 20 degrees.
On my mark. Now.
[wind whistling, lightning cracking]
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[material strains and rips]
- [whistles] - No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[Murf shrieks]
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- Everyone below deck!
Now!
- We can't evade this one.
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[computers chiming]
- Take your positions and hold onto something.
[metal groans]
[all yelling]
[all grunting]
[eels clicking and moaning]
- Is everyone okay?
- Besides everything being upside-down?
[Murf squeals]
- Uh, something's wrong with Janeway.
- The solar collectors are offline.
I'm losing emergency power.
Without the rudder, we're circling the Deuterium eye.
[Murf chirring nervously]
- We're at the mercy of the storm.
- There must be a logical solution.
We need to get to that eye,
but the rudder is jammed.
- "Give me a lever, and I can move the world."
We could do it manually.
If we go outside and angle the rudder,
we could guide the ship just enough
to collect the gas we came here for.
- She's right.
I can use the rest of my reserves
to charge the Bussard collectors
so that it might give you a fighting chance.
- [sighs]
We'll see you on the other side.
[device beeping]
- Automated systems offline. [automation powering down]
- Jankom and Zero, open the Deuterium tanks.
The rest, let's get up top.
This is our last and only shot.
- All of us?
- We could use a strong arm for those ropes.
[wind whistling, lightning cracking]
- [straining]
[thrilling music]
[Murf chirrs]
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- [grunts] - The debris is lodged deep.
Everyone.
[Murf strains]
- On the count of three,
we're going to pull the rudder straight.
Ready?
- One, two, three!
[all straining]
It's working!
[metallic clang]
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- The eye.
This is what we're here for.
Open the ramscoops.
We only need to be in the riptide long enough
to get the Deuterium.
Then impulse and warp will come online.
- Deuterium tanks at 1%.
Ah, 2%! Ha ha!
Jankom's never been so happy to have gas!
- You hear those Bussard collectors hum?
That's the sound of freedom!
We may get off this rock after all.
[rope snaps]
Ah! [grunts]
[suspenseful music]
- Um, Dal--Dal! - [grunts]
- Everyone, pull!
- We've got crew overboard.
[all straining]
[muffled whooshing]
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- [grunting]
- Hang on, or we lose them both.
[Murf chirring excitedly]
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- No.
No!
[soft tense music]
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- Uh, I--I no longer sense Dal or Chakotay.
[eels grumbling and clicking]
[exciting music]
[eel moans]
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[eels grumbling]
- Dal! - Dal!
Over there!
- [straining]
- [whimpers, gasps]
[straining]
[Dal coughing]
- What happened down there?
- I took the long way around.
- [gasps]
[coughing]
[tender music]
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[exciting music]
[engines powering up]
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[thunder booms]
[lightning cracks]
[engine whirring]
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- Ha ha! Yeah! - Hoo-hoo!
Yip-yah!
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- Would you look at that.
Adreek was right.
She can still fly.
- [laughing]
We've got impulse and warp.
- And Janeway.
- Glad to see my faith was well-placed.
Great work, everyone.
Clearly, I missed some action.
- Things could have gone really bad.
But someone showed us the ropes.
- Let's just say, they know how to run their own ship.
- Our ship.
And we just went where we were needed most.
- Communications are spotty,
but I've detected "Voyager's" position
3,000 lightyears away.
- That'll take forever.
- The Proto-Drive is powered by a miniature star
of exotic matter, which we do not have.
- I'm not worried. We just rebuilt a starship.
So let's go build a star.
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