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- Oh, no. - Oh, dear.
- Someone turn us around! - We can't! We're locked out!
Their Construct's taken over the ship.
It used me. I... I had no control!
The Construct made me try to stop you.
I... I didn't know!
We can deal with Janeway later.
Right now, we have a bigger problem
- that's only getting bigger. - I can't be here.
If I don't know what you're doing,
I can't sabotage you anymore.
Janeway, don't leave!
- The "Dauntless" is hailing us! - Uh, do not answer that call!
The weapon won't go off if we don't connect.
- Unless they board us. - We can't let them take this ship.
We're not just locked out. Our warp drive's powering up!
Our ship is trying to run away!
Red alert.
Admiral Janeway, report to the bridge.
The admiral isn't answering her combadge, Commander.
Where is she? I need her here now!
I advise getting rid of the admiral
- by throwing her out of an airlock. - An admiral's absence
would certainly bring unwanted attention.
She'll be out for a few hours.
I'll move her combadge to her quarters
and say she asked not to be disturbed.
Drednok, find a way to erase all data of this event.
We will complete the mission.
Follow that ship. Maximum warp!
- Can we get any closer? - I could close the gap
if we reroute power from the quantum slip stream.
Then we can merge our warp fields
and lock onto their course.
If they engage their Proto-Warp engine,
- we'll be torn apart! - Their Proto-Drive is offline.
Commander, the admiral doesn't want us to lose that ship.
Asencia's right.
Merge warp bubbles so they can't escape.
How interesting!
The "Dauntless" has merged their warp bubble into ours.
Well, at least they aren't shooting at us... oh!
Aah! Ooh!
And now they're shooting at us.
They're trying to take out our shields to board us.
Ugh, if we could just talk to them!
Opening comms will infect their ship.
We must find another way.
What if we reconfigure the deflector
to emit a phased tachyon pulse to communicate the...
Yeah, sure! Why not?
Beep, boop! Beep, boop!
Jankom doesn't know how to do that.
- Aw. - Zero, you're a telepath.
Can you reach the admiral at this distance?
If I had my hive mind, perhaps, but my telepathy alone
- isn't strong enough. - Dal could be your hive mind!
He read Okona's thoughts, remember?
- Huh. - She's right!
Dal's genes have telepathic DNA.
If we work together, we could reach the...
Great!
I love trying new things, but let's do it fast.
What do I do?
Close your eyes and reach out with your mind.
You must relax!
Oh, sure. No problem.
Just relax.
Imagine yourself crossing the void of space
to the admiral's ship.
Follow my voice.
Follow my mind.
Focus on Admiral Janeway.
Make contact with her. Contact...
Aah!
What is this thing?
What's going on? What's wrong with my voice?
- Uh, well... - I know you.
You're Gwyn, and Zero, and Rok-Tahk.
Wait, how did I get on to the "Protostar"?
- You're not making any sense. - Uh...
Did you reach the admiral or not?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! He didn't read her mind!
He lost his mind!
- Indeed. This is not Dal. - Of course not!
I'm Admiral Janeway.
- Huh? - What?
Uh, there's got to be a scientific explanation.
I don't know.
When we established a telepathic link to the admiral,
Dal's neural patterns have somehow swapped with hers.
Impossible.
If the admiral's mind is in Dal's body,
then Dal must be... uh-oh.
Hello? Why does my voice sound weird?
Oh! Aah!
I must have blacked out!
Oh, I'm dreaming!
Just... just... just gotta wake up.
Ouch! Super not dreaming.
All right, all right, all right. I just need to relax.
Uh, psst, Zero!
Can you hear me, Z?
Mm.
- Admiral, there you are. - Hello...
Starfleet person.
I am the admiral... obviously.
Thank you for your service during...
Ah, red alert.
Hmm...
Zero, come in! Please!
Commander, I found the admiral.
- Beam her to the bridge at once. - No, let's not!
Wait...
Admiral Janeway. You're... here.
Yes, I am. Nice to see ya.
Admiral.
I'm Admiral Janeway. I can do this.
Oh!
A few more phaser volleys should knock out their shields.
Whoa! Stop firing!
Uh, cease! Quit it!
- But Admiral, those were your orders. - I changed my mind.
Not in a weird way, but a totally normal way.
- I can change my mind. - Uh, understood.
- We'll end our pursuit. - Wait, don't do that either!
I don't want to lose my body...
of work that is the "Protostar."
So you do want to board their ship?
I mean, let's see where they're going first.
- Then, pew pew pew? - You heard the admiral.
As your doctor, I order you to drink this coffee.
Get it together!
Ugh! How does she drink this stuff?
This is why you haven't answered our hails.
- To protect us. - All we want is to return the ship.
Hmm...
When I was a cadet,
I learned that a good officer keeps an open mind.
I made quite a few assumptions about you,
- and they were all wrong. - Does that mean you'll help us?
Yes, but the only way I can help
is if I return to my ship and body.
So how do we fix this? Ideas?
Dal's human genome has been spliced
with 26 different species.
Rok and I believe his telepathic link was hijacked
by another gene in his augmented DNA.
- Dal's an augment? - Zero and me think
that Dal's Organian DNA caused the body swap.
I'm in Dal's body with his DNA,
which means I should be able to reverse the mind swap.
- But how? - Follow my voice.
Follow my mind.
- Dal? - Sorry.
- Still the admiral. - Oh, dear.
There must be another variable we haven't accounted for.
We need to find it, fast.
You wanted to speak to me, Admiral?
- Sorry. What's your name again? - Asencia.
- Ensign Asencia. - Is there any way to call them
- without using comms? - You don't remember our discussion?
- Hmm... - We can't contact them
unless they answer a hail or we go aboard.
Ah, right. That was a test! Good work!
Admiral, my medical scan picked up
faint cellular damage in your cerebral cortex.
Your brainwaves...
What? Oh, that's crazy!
My... my brains are fine.
I'm just busy thinking real hard, that's all.
- Yes. I... I'd like to run more tests. - Yeah, yeah... yeah,
after I take a nap.
You can run all the tests you want
when I feel like myself again.
You, antennas, you're in charge.
Everyone else, keep doing an awesome job.
Teamwork makes the dream work!
Sir, I've mapped the "Protostar's" course
heading to a restricted sector near Gamma Serpentis.
That puts them awfully close to the heart
- of Federation space. - If there's a weapon on their ship,
can we really stop them alone?
I'll notify Starfleet Command and request
all ships to that vector.
Whoever locked these controls
must know the ship inside and out.
They told me what you did.
I'd be hard on you, but I already know
how hard you are on yourself.
After what I did, Dal,
deactivating felt like the easy way out.
Sounds like something I'd do.
It's me, Vice Admiral Janeway.
Just in Dal's body.
- I wish I could explain. - Prove it.
Remember what Dad said when I spilled Phoebe's paints
on the floor but blamed it on the dog?
Come on, Kate.
Make something great out of that mess.
It's really you! I mean, me! How?
Dal tried to use telepathy to contact me,
but we swapped neural patterns.
Sounds like something Dal would do.
The crew's working on a fix.
In the meantime, maybe you and I can stop
that thing before we reach wherever we're going.
The Construct has full control.
We can't restore access without authorization.
Admiral-level security clearance
won't let me restore control of this ship,
but I can restore you.
Since you're a nonessential program,
we can purge the Construct's influence.
I'm rebuilding your corrupted files. Might sting a bit.
Oh! It's all coming back!
I remember the first "Protostar" crew led by...
Chakotay. What happened to him?
Mayday! Mayday!
The "Protostar" sustained heavy damage after passing
through a temporal anomaly.
Captain, send out the warning. We're being boarded.
- Is he... are they? - I don't know.
- Admiral Da... I mean, Admir-Dal? - Yes, Rok? What is it?
- We found a way to get you back! - Glad to hear it.
I'm on my way. Coming?
Yeah. Let's make something great out of this mess.
Before they were non-corporeal,
ancient Organians would transfer consciousness
into other bodies through physical touch.
- But Dal and I weren't touching. - Except you sort of were.
When the "Dauntless" phasers hit our ship,
the energy transfer created a link.
So we need to recreate the conduit to swap them back.
Dal has to fire on the "Protostar" again.
If we lose shields, the Diviner takes our ship.
And locked controls means no beaming or shuttles!
So Dal and the Admiral need to go...
out there.
You mean you want me to exit a Starship,
go to the middle of a warp bubble,
and make physical contact with my own body?
Listen, I was once transformed into a salamander.
Nothing can be as difficult as that. Let's do it.
- Hmm. - Hey, look. Murf spotted something.
It's Dal! But what is he doing?
He's getting our attention!
He's using Morse code. S-O-S.
Oh, we could use it to tell him our plan!
Uh, Jankom is pretty sure those are
- the only letters Dal learned. - I have an idea.
It's a little game from my planet called "Charades."
Ooh! A game!
They need to stop moving around!
It's a message!
You two are dancing.
Oh, this is going to haunt me. Wait!
You want me to fly outside?
Leave the ship and go out there?
We... uh, high five.
No! Touch. Touch hands!
Ugh! Leave the ship, touch hands, swap bodies.
Oh, that's it! Yes!
Admiral, what are you doing?
Oh, just keeping the old body in tip top shape, you know?
- Ah! - Admiral, let's get you to sickbay.
Admiral coming through!
- Oh! - Oh!
- Don't you know who I am? - No. No, we do not.
Snug as a bug, Admir-Dal.
You're going to make a great
- science officer someday. - Mm!
Thanks for giving us a chance.
If we're lucky enough to get in to Starfleet,
maybe we'll see you around.
I know Dal would love it more than anyone.
- What is it? - Ugh. Gwyn, Dal's an augment.
Starfleet outlawed augments after the Eugenics Wars.
He'll never be allowed in.
Shouldn't Dal be floating in space towards us
right about now?
- They said it was for your safety. - Diviner?
It was only a matter of time before you learned who I was.
You must think I'm a monster, Admiral.
For most of my life, Starfleet has been my sworn enemy.
The villains who destroyed my world.
Your kindness was unexpected, but I have a mission to complete.
The Federation's destruction will bring my people salvation,
which is why I must do this.
I save your life as you saved mine.
And I have one request.
Should my mission fail, please protect my daughter.
You know, I get it.
I'd do anything for Gwyn too.
She was acting so strangely.
Ugh!
I'm at the wrong end of the ship.
Well, there's no going back.
Um, the Admiral's on the hull.
- Beam her back! - We can't!
The merged warp field's causing too much spatial distortion.
Well, then get me some options before she burns alive.
- Aye, Commander. - Ha! She's endangering the lives
of everyone aboard this ship.
Here goes nothing.
Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax.
Ugh! Oh!
No, Dal!
Jankom, get ready to short the aft shields for just a few seconds.
You got it. Let's hope they don't notice.
- You're up, Admiral. - Try not to look down.
- Or to the side. Or up. Or... - I've got it.
- Not my first rodeo. - What's a rodeo?
When I get back, I'm going to fix this.
And I'll make sure you all get a fair shake
once we're out of this mess.
Admiral, thanks for the memories.
Murf. Let's go.
Help! I'm being tractor beamed!
Murph, stretch as far as you can.
I need to create a conduit.
Oh! Uh-uh, uh-uh! Uh-uh!
Might sting a bit.
Oh, Murfy! You wonderful, slimy thing!
Ah, am I glad to see you, bud.
Ha-ha!
Don't need to be a telepath to know that's Dal.
- Good to have you back, Dal. - Ha, you have no idea.
Uh-oh. We're dropping out of warp.
But where have we landed?
- Uh, guys? - Federation space.
And that's one heck of a welcome party.
- I'm glad the admiral's on our side. - Yeah. About that...
Ugh!
I was right. Stings quite a bit.
Oh, no.
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