Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Previously on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds...

To any Federation vessels in range, need help.

Under attack by the Gorn.

The Federation's at

a dangerous point in our relationship

with the Gorn Hegemony.

It looks like a demarcation line.

With Parnassus Beta and all their forces

on the far side of the line.

Unfortunately, that is where

I believe our people are being held.

I don't plan on leaving them behind.

If somewhere in my head is the answer

to saving the Enterprise, then that's a risk I have to take.

Take this. It'll help you hide.

: Run!

Montgomery Scott at your service.

How are you not dead?

Well, I figured out how to hide in plain sight.

You built a Gorn transponder?

Eh, basically, to a scanner,

the shuttle looked like a Gorn ship.

Could you build another device like the one you made?

- What's happening? - Captain Batel is in need

- of immediate sedation. - Happened yesterday.

I'm not giving up on her.

I have no intention of doing that.

Captain, the transporter's not currently picking up

anyone on the surface.

Admiral April's ordering our immediate withdrawal.

The colonists and the landing party

appear to have been beamed up

- by the Gorn. - Orders, Captain?

And now, the conclusion.

Orders, Captain?

Shields at 50%.

Captain. Captain.

Orders, Captain?

Uhura, repeat April's last order.

Retreat and rendez...

Retreat and rendezvous with the fleet, sir.

- He gave coordinates. - But he didn't say immediately?

- All right, who's got ideas? - Diversionary tactics.

We're too boxed in.

Vent the nacelles, create a cloud?

- We need to be able to see. - Jam their comms

so they can't coordinate attacks.

That's it. That's the one.

The Gorn use light for ship-to-ship messaging.

I'm modulating the deflector array

to emit a spectrum. Should confuse them for a bit.

All right, now how do we beam our people back to Enterprise?

Scans indicate the Gorn ships are transport-resistant.

So, even if we get past the shields,

- we need authorization codes. - No time to hack codes.

Retreat and rescue.

It's the best of a bunch of bad options.

So how do we track this specific ship

across light-years of space?

Wolkite. A rare element

that contains subspace gauge bosons.

If we modified a homing beacon...

The Gorn would see a beacon coming from a mile away.

Not if it's a torpedo.

We tag 'em with a dud.

The Gorn won't know what we're up to.

Shields at 30%.

For this to succeed, we still need to penetrate

the Gorn's defensive systems.

We've been hitting them

with everything we've got, it doesn't do much.

Uh, energy shields work on harmonics.

If we find the right frequency...

We can ram the ship.

Indeed.

When our shields make contact with theirs,

they will create a destructive interference pattern

and momentarily interrupt both frequencies.

With our shields down, we'd be sitting ducks.

- We'd only have one shot. - That's all we need. Mitchell, bring us around,

head-to-head with the destroyer.

Time to play a game of chicken.

All decks, prepare for impact.

Full impulse on your orders, Captain.

Inertial dampeners to maximum.

Everybody hold onto something.

Una... let's hit it.

Fire torpedoes.

- Helm, warp us out of here. - On it.

Hang in there, guys.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

to seek out new life

and new civilizations...

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Captain, we've arrived at the rendezvous point.

The USS Pablo Picasso is hailing to greet us.

It's Admiral April, sir.

He's beaming aboard now to debrief.

- More needles? - Yes, just a few more pokes.

I mean, without these, your body will go necrotic

in the stasis field, so...

- Things turn purple. It's not pretty. - Mm.

I've never been frozen solid before.

It's not an exciting prospect.

Well, as soon as we work out this little Gorn infection,

you'll be up and around again.

So this could be like a Rip Van Winkle thing for me.

I see you more as a Sleeping Beauty.

Listen, I meant what I said before.

The moment it looks like me or the crew,

you take me out.

Don't think about that.

Stasis will prevent you and the Gorn

from any type of cellular growth.

There's another side to the coin.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes. I promise.

- I'm, uh, I'm gonna give you a sedative now. -

And when you wake up, you will be Gorn-free.

- -

Epinephrine and neutralizer, stat!

Her body's rejecting the serum.

Sickbay to bridge.

Uh, I have an update, and it's not good.

Bottom line it for me.

Captain Batel is allergic to cryoserum.

We can't put her in stasis.

So she's back on a ticking clock?

The Gorn will hatch from her body in, um...

in less than a day.

I'm stuck trying to find a treatment.

Um... uh...

maybe if Joseph was here, I could...

I'm sending help. Christine...

I believe in you. Help her.

I'll do my best, Captain.

Captain, I may not be a doctor,

but I will dedicate all of my abilities to Captain Batel

until her Gorn infection

is... resolved.

Just stand by?

You have the entire fleet out there ready to go.

It's a show of force.

First we need to establish patrols.

Do they really think the Gorn are just gonna stop

and go home after they raided those colonies?

Look, it's a tough situation, but we have to manage it

one piece at a time.

- There are innocent lives at stake, Bob. - And I get that.

But it's happening outside of our jurisdiction.

Oh, come on, Bob.

Apart from your reckless dogfight,

these attacks do not involve the Federation.

We have regulations, Chris.

So, because it's non-Federation citizens that are dying,

we do nothing?

We have an obligation to our member worlds.

Billions of lives.

To rush into a fight right now puts all of them at risk.

We can't do it.

We're still recovering from the Klingon War.

You are absolutely right, and the Gorn sense our weakness.

We are prey.

They will push this Hegemony line

further and further into Federation space.

And you know they will.

And by the time we actually get around

to doing something about it...

it'll be way too late.

I heard about the landing party.

Yeah, and a couple hundred colonists, too.

And Marie?

She's in sickbay.

Officially, your orders are to monitor the demarcation line

for any encroachment by the Gorn.

Okay. And unofficially?

How do we punch back and show them we aren't prey?

Yeah, I can do that.

This contraption of yours,

what's it supposed to do again?

Emit a polarized EM signature that tricks the Gorn

into thinking we're one of them.

It's like a cloaking device.

And how, exactly, does it do that?

Ah, if I'm being honest, I don't really remember.

I was kind of in the moment.

Well, now I'm going to ask a silly question,

to which I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

Not this again.

It's like being back in lecture hall.

How would you know that? You were never there.

I was there, in the back.

Did you record a work-in-progress log

while you were jury-rigging this up?

What, you mean as the Gorn were tearing our ship apart?

First rule in engineering, Scotty: Write it down.