لومړۍ 192 کرښې.
Long ago, Starfleet Academy
took the finest minds, hearts and spirits
of every generation and taught them
to be lifelong explorers of space...
our final frontier.
Then, one day,
fate handed us an unimaginable loss.
The Burn.
And it all went away.
Okay, Caleb. I need to make sure you know it.
- Again. - Nah-ru,
Xela, Bhak, Cali
and Squill.
That's ours.
Our secret code.
Yours and mine. Forever.
- You promise? - Promise.
Okay, let's do moons now.
What's that one right there? Right there.
It's your name all mixed up.
You're Anisha. That moon is called Ishaani.
That's right. Isn't she beautiful?
Of course.
One day,
when we have our own ship,
we are going to go visit.
Sol III, which is also called...
- Earth. - Earth.
That's right.
We'll find a home one day.
You, me and Scrap.
Right, Scrap?
Yes, Ms. Anisha.
Mama, why are we here? Who's that man?
Um,
sweetheart, that man that we came here with,
that man is named Nus Braka,
and he was very good
at helping me find food
when food was hard to find.
But he wasn't good
at telling me how he was gonna do it.
He's a pirate.
Mama, if you stole it, it's okay.
You know...
we'll always be together.
Always.
Please stand and show us your hands.
Come on.
It's okay.
It's okay.
FEMALE VOICE (over P.A.): All personnel,
prepare for level three sandstorm.
All personnel, prepare for level three sandstorm.
Hey! Hey! (Laughs)
- It's okay. - Oh, hello, darling.
Oh, malnutrition really brings out your cheekbones.
Hey,
- hello, Little Fish. He can't hurt you.
- (electricity crackles) - (shouts)
- Here, look at me... look at me. - You got innocent people like me
on the end of a tether, while the Federation
sits on its bloated ass!
Mr. Braka, stop talking.
Facts are facts.
You brought down a Federation supply vessel
and murdered the shuttle pilot
to steal food rations.
No, the facts are:
a woman was starving, and I had a solution.
Not an idea, not good intentions,
a solution.
Braka, shut up. You turned a woman
desperate to feed her child into your accomplice,
and now an officer's dead.
The 12th this year
at the hands of the Venari Ral.
As ranking officer on-site, it is my duty and pleasure
to tell you that you will be spending
the rest of your life in a Federation penal colony.
Anisha Mir,
what would have been a charge of theft...
became felony theft
with the death of that pilot.
I'm sorry.
You will be placed
- in a rehabilitation camp. - What?
You said you'd help me.
I have. It's not prison. You'll have visitation rights.
That's as far as I could get them.
NUS (laughing): Whoa-ho-ho!
A Federation officer died, Ms. Mir.
Oh, man, unbelievable...
What's gonna happen to my son?
He'll become a ward of the Federation.
Oh, God, oh, no.
I'm so sorry.
No! Caleb, listen to me!
Don't trust them!
Don't trust them! Just trust me!
- Trust our moon! Bye, bye, Mommy.
I love you!
Mama?
Caleb, I love you!
Bye, bye.
You hold on to how much
- you hate me right now, kid. - Get him out.
It'll keep you warm at night.
- Get him out now. - While you sleep with
their boot on your neck!
- (electricity crackling) - This is a sham!
You call this justice?!
This is not justice!
Thank you.
Caleb,
my name is Nahla.
I...
I can only imagine that you're scared.
Have you ever been away from your mom before?
I know this school
with this big, big field.
It's called Little Blooms, and it's on Bajor.
Have you ever been to school before?
Mm-mm.
Well, this is a good one.
Plenty to eat...
lot of other kids.
Kind people.
I'm going to make sure you and your mom
see each other again really soon, okay?
You'll be safe.
You won't be alone.
I promise.
Caleb?
I promise, okay?
I left my bear.
I'll be right back.
Please take me to Caleb.
Please take me to Caleb.
No, no, no.
Please take me to Caleb.
Captain Nahla Ake confirmed.
Portal breached, Holding Room Two.
Portal breached, Holding Room Two.
Closing portal.
Facility lockdown.
- Find him! - Facility lockdown.
Facility lockdown.
Facility lockdown.
Facility lockdown.
Shuttle Teracaq, we are tracking your descent
into the V'Rilik Penal Colony.
Copy. Scanning prisoner 1174 for processing now.
Prisoner name Caleb Mir, age 21.
Juvenile offenses: Age eight... petty theft,
age 12, destruction of property,
age 14...
- vandalism, age 18... - Hey!
- Illegal trading. - Are you dead or alive?
Huh? - Age 20... transport
- of illegal materials. - Hey!
I'm talking to you.
I said, "Are you dead or alive?"
- Huh? (Grunts) - Answer me.
Yes. Shit. Shit. Yes, alive.
You've been busy.
Hell of a résumé.
I got an early start.
- (shock stick whirs, crackles) - (Caleb grunting)
Any other thoughts, huh, you thieving bastard?
- Yeah, I got one. - (laughs)
Huh? What's that?
- (yells) - (screams)
Huh? Security breach. Prisoner's unsecured.
Repeat, we have a breach. Our prisoner's not secure.
The prisoner's not secure.
Computer, locate nearest Federation subspace relay.
Search rehabilitation centers, prisoner Anisha Mir.
Subspace relay located.
Beginning search.
- (alert beeping) - Warning, unstable flight path.
Warning, unstable flight path.
Warning, unstable flight path.
Warning, unstable flight path.
Impact imminent.
Engine offline.
Restarting.
- Restarting. - (shouts)
Restart...
Engine on line.
Woo-hoo!
Search complete.
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