Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Last season on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds...

The Klingon War is over. The Enterprise was on

its five-year mission.

Missing the war

took a toll on my crew.

I've let something out.

My emotions.

Rage. Pain.

I can't control it.

It doesn't make you weak.

It makes you human.

I'd like to request

a formal leave of absence.

I found a lead on Oriana,

the girl we rescued from the Gorn.

If I said no, would it make a difference?

I am resigning my commission.

- I'm an Illyrian. - Rejected.

What do we do when Starfleet finds out?

You let me worry about Starfleet.

The hell is going on?

I'm arresting Commander Una Chin-Riley

for violations of our anti-genetic modification directive.

I really am sorry.

So am I.

This isn't over.

Captain's log, star date 2369.2.

Enterprise is in spacedock at Starbase One.

The crew is taking some well-deserved leave

while Chief Fleet Inspector Commander Pelia

and her team from Operational Support Services

are running comprehensive inspections,

systems checks and upgrades.

I've had my hands full on Enterprise

getting everything ready. But even from afar,

I sense a tension here among the brass that I can't pin down.

The feeling that something is in the air.

But right now I have a crisis closer to home to deal with.

- You're not giving up. Chris.

Did you manage to even talk to her?

She won't respond.

She won't take my calls either.

There must be other lawyers who can handle this.

I lied about my species

on an application to Starfleet.

Let's just say this is not a plum case.

She's the only one who might even try to fight it.

So we go public.

- They can't ignore your record. - No.

This is my life. I'm not letting my mistakes ruin yours.

- Una. - (sighs) Anyway...

I hear they're going to offer me a plea deal.

You cannot resign.

The loss to Enterprise would be unimaginable.

To me.

Don't start a fight you can't win.

You taught me that.

You didn't start this. They did.

And we're going to find a way to win because it's what's right.

There's the Boy Scout in you again.

- I'm gonna talk to her myself, face-to-face. - Oh, sure,

just take three days off from being captain of the Enterprise

to go to the other side of the quadrant

and get a door slammed in your face.

Two and a half in one of the newer shuttles.

I'll be back before Enterprise's

inspections are complete.

Chris, you're being ridiculous.

If she's your only shot at fighting this,

I have to try.

Just hang in there, Number One. That's an order. Pike out.

And while you

take this short leave for personal reasons,

I will be acting captain of the Enterprise?

You don't sound excited, Spock.

I will remind you half our crew is on shore leave.

And we still lack

a chief engineer as well as a head of security.

Additionally, Commander Chin-Riley's loss

- is acutely felt. - Helping Una

is exactly why I have to go.

Take it easy, Mr. Spock.

You won't ever even have to leave spacedock.

What is the human expression? Famous last words.

Hey, I have faith in you.

See you in three days.

Increased heart rate. Heightened pain in the neck,

jaw and lower back.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say you were experiencing

what we humans call stress.

That is... atypical.

As you know, Vulcan emotions are stronger than human ones.

But your people control them

through suppressive cognitive blocks.

Indeed.

When you unleashed your anger to combat the Gorn,

you removed those blocks.

Now all your emotions are flowing more freely.

Doctor, the captain has put me in command of the Enterprise

for the next three days.

I am concerned my emotions may impact my judgement.

You'll just have to learn to live with them.

Like we all do.

- I would prefer not to. - Mr. Spock,

may I offer a more human therapy?

All Vulcans study music, yes?

For its mathematical properties.

Humans use it as a way

of channeling emotion into expression.

Lovely.

And your heart rate is going down.

- (door whooshes open) - (out-of-tune chord)

Doctor.

Lieutenant.

Just letting you know I'm coming on duty.

Of course. Thank you, nurse.

If you'll excuse me.

Fascinating.

Isn't that typically his line?

It's just that when he saw you, I...

Don't even.

No, no. I wouldn't.

Was there something else?

It's about that fellowship... the archeological medicine.

I'm thinking about applying.

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

It's two months on Vulcan.

You're not getting rid of me that easy.

More inspectors than crew on this ship.

The pitch and yaw controls are reversed from standard.

Standard positions aren't quick enough.

And I don't like getting shot, so I adjusted them.

Highly irregular.

Excuse me.

Oh, no, you don't.

Uh, I need to install a secure comms patch.

- That'll reboot the system. - And?

And we'll be off-line. Even the emergency bands.

Figure a few hours of radio silence

would be welcome at communications.

Let me get a secondary comms on line.

No offense, but we're in spacedock.

How many hails are you getting?

I just need a second.

- It'll only be a few minutes. And I have a job to do.

This is my station. So if you don't mind?

Thank you.

Come in.

Lieutenant. Sorry for the interruption.

Did I hear music?

What can I do for you, Ensign?

I wanted to talk to you about

an odd signal variance I picked up.

Could you not simply have called?

Internal comms are being rebooted.

It originated in the Cajitar system.

Cajitar is on the edge of Klingon space.

Yes, sir. At first,

I thought it was random signal shifting.

But I ran it through meta-pattern analysis,

and it's a distress signal.

Who is it from?

La'An, sir.

Permission denied, Lieutenant.

But sir, if it is from Lieutenant Noonien-Singh,

she has indicated she is in dire need of our aid.

Well, if it is from Lieutenant Noonien-Singh, then I remind you

that she's been on voluntary leave from Starfleet for months.

Nevertheless, the message is dire.

It states: "Dangerous situation on Cajitar 4."

"Resources of Enterprise critical.

Anti-Federation threat."

How much do you know about Cajitar 4?

It is a dilithium mining planet on the edge of Klingon space.

A prodigious dilithium mining planet.

Since the war, the colony's been governed

by a painstakingly-negotiated treaty.

We alternate our access with the Klingons.

For the next 30 days, it's the Klingons' show.

We turn up during their shift,

they'll consider it an act of war.

There's no way we risk a resumption of hostilities

with the Klingons over a vague message

which may or may not be from a former member of Starfleet.

We'll check it out when we get access to the planet back

next month. And even if it really is your friend,

she's gonna have to fend for herself until then.

April out.

He's wrong. That message

has to be from La'An. She knows our maintenance schedule.

It-it was beamed right at us.

Still, it could be a deception.

Even a trap.

The admiral was pretty definitive.

Yeah.

Our former comrade is in trouble.

She has indicated aid to her is essential

for the safety of the Federation.

I will need your help to get the inspectors off the ship