I'm hopeless.
My memories, will they ever come back?
I can't even remember my daughter's name.
- You've come so far. - Don't give up now.
There's no obstacle that can stop you.
No barrier I cannot overcome.
You remember something.
I see our guest is up and running.
Any progress to report?
I wish there were.
I wish I could repay you.
Help you find the answers you're looking for.
Don't worry, we have a new lead.
An eye witness who survived the attack
on a Federation relay station.
I assure you, we will find your daughter.
- My progeny. - Her name in Gwyndala.
Captain's log, Stardate 61302.7.
Here's the deal:
we want to go to Starfleet, but our ship has a weapon
that will turn them against each other,
so the plan is to stash it.
Keep the weapon safe and out of harm's way
while we hitch a ride to warn Starfleet.
As for Murf...
Turns out he's going through changes of his own.
Are you okay in there, Murf?
I hate to disturb you,
but we need to take a little field trip.
Aw.
I do not like to say goodbye.
Me neither.
Instead, let's say see you soon.
We'll be back when we have this all sorted out.
Are you sure you won't be lonely?
Whether you're gone for three days or three years,
with my systems shut down, it'll go by in a nanosecond.
When Murf hatches, tell him I expect big things from him.
If you get into a pinch, look up the real Janeway.
I'm sure she'll find you as promising as I do.
Thanks, Janeway, for everything.
Computer, initiate sleep mode.
We're really leaving the ship behind?
Come on.
Don't worry.
Janeway will be okay.
But Jankom won't be.
Tellarite royalty can't travel on anything short of Warp Five.
Those are dark nimbostratus clouds.
We better get a move on so we don't get stuck in that storm.
What are you, a meteorologist now?
Maybe I am.
Denaxi Depot.
Only major transportation hub in this sector.
A haven for smugglers and anyone wishing to disappear.
We should fit right in.
This isn't a depot, it's a junkyard.
We just need a ship that can get us
to the nearest Federation starbase.
A lady doth need transport?
Captain Okona at your service.
Tell me, colorful gang,
what goods do you have to trade for passage?
We can do better than this guy.
- Hold on. - How fast is that thing?
This baby goes all the way up to Warp Four.
Did he say four?
Aw! He thinks his ship is fast.
She'll take you anywhere you want to go
for a few kilograms of deuterium.
Huh.
He drives a hard bargain, but he is desperate.
I don't usually negotiate with mind readers, but fine.
Emergency alert. No one move.
Hands up, Okona.
Is talking a crime now?
No, but smuggling illegal contraband is.
Mm, those aren't mine.
Just holding them for a friend.
Okay.
- Are you with him? - No. Just leaving.
Emergency alert.
All vessels are grounded
until further notice due to blizzard.
Blizzard?
You said we had time, miss meteorologist.
It's not an exact science.
Let's split up and cover more ground to catch a ride,
but be careful.
I have no idea who we're gonna run into.
I was barely able to slip away in my escape pod
before the savages destroyed the entire station.
Luckily, I was picked up by a friendly Orion crew.
Barniss Frex is here.
He isn't answering his communicator.
Some Starfleet officer.
Commander Tysess, Doctor Noum, Ensign Asencia,
split up and find our eye witness.
If he has answers, I want them.
Excuse me, can I ask you for a ride?
Pardon, can I ask you for a ride?
Mister--
Ooh, pardon, can I ask you-- I was looking for a ship--
Hey, bub!
Don't judge me because I'm big!
- Anybody got a ship? - VIP looking for a ride here.
Preferably Warp Nine.
Would take Warp Eight, but nothing below.
Looking for a ship--oh!
Excuse me! Jankom was walking here!
Wandering aimlessly could hardly be considered walking.
Jankom Pog is so excited
to be meeting a fellow Tellarite!
Consider me underwhelmed.
I consider you under-something.
- Under-sized pauper. - Hey! You're Starfleet?
Pog needs to tell you--
Pauper?
We Tellarites are practically royalty.
Royalty?
Pog's a name we reserve for runts.
Short in size and vocabulary.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I am on official business.
Jankom is not a runt.
Oh, sorry.
I didn't see you there, little guy.
Oh, did you lose your mommy?
Who are you to speak to me in the Klingon tongue?
My friends and I need a ride
to the nearest Federation starbase.
Can you help us?
What do you have to offer me?
Hmm.
This isn't for trade.
Maybe I'll just take it.
Leave her.
Starfleet.
Thank you, officer.
More like Ensign. Asencia.
Gwyn.
Gwyndala?
Do I know you?
No, but I know you father.
He's on our ship.
I'm sorry. I think you have me mistaken.
No, he's been looking for you.
I know you're in trouble,
but you must tell me where the "Protostar" is.
I have to go.
Wait.
Oh.
Huh? Uh--
- Janeway to Away Team. - Status report.
Captain Janeway?
I prefer Vice Admiral Janeway.
Is there something I can help you with?
Can I help you?
I, uh--
Didn't expect--I was on my way to--what's it called?
I, uh--
Try stringing a few words together
and we'll start from there.
Uh...
have you ever wanted something so bad,
but you're afraid if you say the wrong thing,
you'd mess it up?
Often.
But fear of failure has killed more dreams
than anything else, so I usually go for it.
I should've known you'd say that.
You want to enlist in Starfleet.
Yes!
- But-- - No buts.
In Starfleet, you make it so.
What if it's a big but?
Admiral.
- Barniss Frex. - Ah, our eyewitness.
If you'll excuse us.
If we could discuss my transfer--
Time is of the essence and I have none to spare.
Tell me, did you see who destroyed your relay station?
- There were six of them. - Ruthless savages.
And can you believe it? They were dressed as Starfleet.
Really?
And just how did a science vessel destroy your station?
Some sort of tech.
A weapon that turned everything against itself.
Maybe they had good intentions.
Good intentions?
I doubt any good intentions were offered
to Captain Chakotay, who, thanks to these savages,
I can only presume is captured or worse.
Can you describe them?
There was a Brikar, a Medusan, a Tellarite,
someone not in the database, then a real slimy one.
Oh, and a crafty, little tramp.
Purplish complexion,
creepy dingle-dangle off the back of his neck.
They're here.
Move, move! Sorry!
- We got to go! - Did you find a ride?
- No, but I found Starfleet. - Oh, that's spectacular.
No, not spectacular.
Wait, is that Captain Janeway?
Uh.
You forgot to mention they're kids.
This is Vice Admiral Janeway of Federation Starfleet
requesting to speak to head of security.
I want all exits sealed.
My father's escaped and on their ship.
- You told me he's no threat. - He wasn't.
He was imprisoned on Tars Lamora
with no means to pursue us.
Then how did he get a bunch of Starfleet chasing after us?
They maybe think we blew up that relay station
and kidnapped the last crew's captain.
Oh, who happens to be a close friend of the admiral's.
So all of you talked to Starfleet,
but no one told them about the deadly weapon?
The sole reason we left our ship?
Come on, guys.
You think they'd believe a bunch of fugitives on the lam?
We can't risk them finding the "Protostar."
If they seize the ship,
they could activate the weapon and destroy themselves!
Oh, my! Are leading them to it right now?
Then I suggest we lose them!
Let's burn some ions.
Whoa!
- Spinning, spinning. - I know, I know!
Yes!
Oh, no.
So now, they think we're criminals?
Great. Now, we'll never see Starfleet.
And they're working with my father.
Uh, guys. All: What?
- Murf's about to hatch! - Tell him to wait.
Couldn't he have picked a better moment?
Well, this is awkward.
Hey!
You've got to be kidding me.
I haven't seen the Xindi this spicy
since my last dash to the Neutral Zone.
You sure you're not smugglers?
Chlorine Trifluoride propulsion.
Illegal in most parts of the galaxy,
but it's sure to give us one heck of an exothermic kick.
Ooh, this guy gets it.
Whatever he said, use it.
Hold on to your butts!
Whoo.
Uh, I had the impression we were racing toward a starship.
- Don't worry. - We're on top of it.
How long was I out?
I want to hear everything of your adventures.
- Over before they started. - Yeah, didn't go great.
The worst.
- Hello, there. - Huh?
"Dauntless," beam us up now.
Ooh! I can't wait to say hi to new Murf!
And I can't wait to get out of here.
- Pog, the Proto-Drive. - Way ahead of you, Captain.
Oh, my.
What did you do while I was sleeping?
Oof. You're in more trouble than I am.
Don't let them get away.
- What is this? - Is this Warp Four?
Warp Four?
This, my friend,
is Warp 9.97.
Hold on to your butt, pal.
The real me is hunting us
with a quantum slipstream Dauntless-class starship?
Good luck with that.
Thanks for your support.
Zero, keep up those evasive maneuvers.
Wasn't swerving on purpose, Captain.
Uh, they're hailing us.
Ooh, do not answer that hail.
If we open a direct link,
the living construct will infect them.
So as long as we don't communicate with them,
everyone's okay, right?
Mr. Pog, please tell me
how that Proto-Jump is coming along.
Captain, please shut up!
Pog's trying to work!
The "Protostar."
They're still hailing us.
If we don't answer, we'll appear hostile.
And if we do,
that thing below will make us even more hostile.
Ugh. Speaking of hostile, what is that smell?
Mm, guys, we have a development.
Where is Murf?
- Uh, somebody find Murf. - What's a Murf?
- Murf! - Murf?
Murf!
There he is.
Whoa.
- Hmm. - Whoa.
Look at him. What a cutie.
- Torpedo launched. - Murf!
Shields.
Damage report.
- Shields holding. - Stand by to return fire.
No.
Admiral, his daughter is on board.
That's why I'm targeting their third nacelle.
Cripple them.
Set to jump!
Fire.
On my mark. Ready, go fast!
Uh... huh?
- What do we do? - How far to the Neutral Zone?
This is Federation ship.
We can't go into the Neutral Zone.
- What's the big deal? - It's neutral.
It says it right there in the name.
The Neutral Zone is the only buffer
separating the Federation and Romulan Empire.
If any of our ships go in there,
it could start a war.
Not if we remodulate our shields
so we can hide from their sensors.
So we can go in,
but Admiral Janeway can't follow.
- Yes! - Putting in coordinates now.
Remodulating shields.
Priority seven, red alert.
Are you sure about this, Captain?
- We have no choice. - Setting course.
Admiral, they're fleeing into the Romulan Neutral Zone.
Stay on course.
- But the negotiations. - It will breach the treaty.
I'm aware, but if the Romulans
get ahold of our technology, we'll face bigger problems.
You have your orders, Number One.
With respect, Admiral, you once told me
to listen to my emotions, not be guided by them.
If this is about Chakotay,
you are being guided by them right now.
I'm sorry, Admiral.
At risk of war, I cannot fulfill them.
We're being hailed.
On screen.
This is Commander Kaseth of the Romulan Star Empire.
You are close to entering the Neutral Zone.
That would be an act of war.