Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Previously on Strange New Worlds...

I'm gonna give you a sedative now.

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

I'm still here.

You are going to make it.

I'm Erica Ortegas. I fly the ship.

Fraternization can lead to complications.

Like I've been trying to tell you, I just need

- some personal time. - Away from me.

About that fellowship, the archaeological medicine?

I'm going to have to replace you, aren't I?

The thought of losing you,

it affected me deeply.

I am still going away for three months

to study with Roger Korby.

When I get back, let's just see where we are then.

Science officer's personal log,

stardate 2251.7.

After a three-month billet at Starbase One,

the battle scars of our encounter

with the Gorn are all but erased,

which has left me with a great deal of time to think.

The Federation Day Centennial...

the 100th anniversary of the founding

of the United Federation of Planets...

is just three days away.

Captain Pike believes that hosting a ceremonial gala

for Federation Day will improve morale among the crew.

All of the crew.

Nurse Chapel is returning from her time away.

We have not spoken since she left for her fellowship.

As such, I have a more personal reason to prepare

for the upcoming celebrations.

Loosen up your shoulders.

My shoulder placement has been measured precisely.

You're not supposed to measure them.

You're supposed to let them flow.

Like this.

I am confused.

Am I not already performing the movements

to the parameters you specified?

Yes. You're just stiff.

Even for you.

Five, six, seven, and...

Please do not take this the wrong way,

but your aptitude for this activity

is surprising, and if I may say so,

this openness to new life experiences suits you.

There was a time when I wanted nothing more

than to be a prima ballerina.

I assume the Gorn changed that?

That's just it. I've spent my whole life

waiting for them to come back.

My own personal nightmare under the bed.

And here's the thing... they came back

and I beat them. Anyway...

somehow

the Gorn are less ravenous

than prima ballerinas.

Perhaps that is why Vulcans, as a rule, do not dance.

It seems some of you will defy that rule for the right person.

When humans reunite after a long absence, is it not tradition

to make a grand romantic gesture?

Spock, I-I don't want to pry,

but I thought you and Christine had decided

- to give each other some space. - Indeed.

We have not spoken since she left for her fellowship.

But we all know what absence does to the heart, mm-hmm.

The absence of a heart would be quite fatal.

No, Spock, it's an idiom, it's...

Mm-hmm.

Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

You asked for a heads-up, so, heads up.

Transport clearance request from Nurse Chapel.

Please excuse me. She is here.

Looking good, Mr. Spock.

Lieutenant?

Just doing my job.

Chapel added someone to the visitors list.

Curious.

That's funny.

You know, for a wee moment there, I thought

I saw a bit of strangeness.

What sort of strangeness?

Oh, just a sensor ghost outside the hull.

But it's gone now.

Nothing to see here, sir, hmm.

All relevant scans appear to be within normal parameters.

Two to beam aboard,

Lieutenant Scott.

Spock.

Christine.

Uh, this is Dr. Korby.

- Your fellowship director? - Mm-hmm.

Greetings, Dr. Korby.

How are you? Call me Roger.

I've, uh, heard a lot about you, Spock.

Dr. Korby, I have read a considerable number

of your papers on archaeological medicine.

- Oh, sure, there aren't that many. - There are

234. Is that not accurate?

It's actually exactly how many there are.

Wow.

Is that a first edition of Saltavantur?

May I?

This is incredible.

The engravings alone must date back to...

It is a gift for Christine.

Wow.

Well, welcome aboard, Dr. Korby.

Will you be needing quarters?

Uh, no, no, I'm, um...

I'm taken care of.

He is here

to attend the centennial celebration with me.

With you?

Dr. Korby is my date.

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.

Okay.

Come on, baby boy.

You can't handle the haymaker.

Who even says that?

Don't get cocky, I'll land one.

- Aah! - Hey!

I told you to turn that camera off.

- I'm just doing my job. - Yeah, your job

is a documentary on the centennial gala,

not this workout.

I am a serious filmmaker.

Erica, ah, there you are.

You are not going to believe this.

- Christine brought home a date. - Chapel?

I'm just as shocked as you are.

Hey.

Hi. I'm, uh...

Haymaker!

Uh...

Okay, who's this?

That's my little brother.

Never could take a punch.

Hi.

I'm Nyota.

All right, almost done.

Take your time, Ensign.

With all the centennial preparations I have to do,

this is the closest thing to a vacation I'm gonna get.

Well, this is the last one,

but I can take a bunch more.

I mean, how much blood does a person really need?

They didn't cover that in nursing school?

Oof, I fell asleep.

Like, a lot.

I like you, Ensign.

Well, now that Nurse Chapel is back,

my temporary assignment is done.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Don't look at me.

Take it up with your direct supervisor.

Guilty as charged.

I put in a request with Starfleet Medical

to make your transfer permanent.

Wait, wait, please tell me this isn't a cruel joke.

We are big on cruel jokes around here.

Just wait until your first formal Captain's Table.

But in this case, no.

Apparently, he isn't ready to give you up.

Frankly, none of us are, Ensign.

Thank you.

Captain Batel is lucky to have you.

How's Marie doing?

Her scans show that the Gorn embryos have been

fully reabsorbed.

It was your blood that kept her body

strong enough to survive the metabolization process.

All we're doing now is managing some minor aftereffects.

I've gotten used to having her on board.

I'll be sorry to see her go.

I imagine you won't be the only one.

I have literally

no idea what some of these medals are for.

And I can't wear all of them, or can I?

- Pick one. - No.

Because then I would insult whoever gave me

the ones I'm not wearing and...

Must be hard being such an amazing captain.

You, uh...

shopping for a new starship?

Admiral April said I've got my pick.

There are about a dozen commissions available.

Okay.

So, what are you looking for?

Deep space exploration.

But then I never see you.