Episode #4.1

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

Do you really still believe our futures

are written in stone?

All I know is that

I'm not ready to let you go.

Everything that happened to me

was so I could do this.

No, this is-- Marie...

It's my destiny.

You, of all people, can understand that.

You have to tell me why things are so weird with you and Spock.

Spock and I made it very clear with each other-- no labels,

no complicated expectations, just fun times.

Is this

a "hit it" situation?

It's a new future.

It's whatever kind of adventure we want it to be.

Captain's personal log. Stardate 2491.5.

We're at the end of a routine mission on Tulaxar--

our 15th in a row-- and if I'm being honest,

this may well be my favorite part.

Were you followed?

No, sir. -And the meds?

Handed off more than enough to save the planet.

Any issues being discovered?

Nothing I couldn't handle.

Four of the ones she drank with

might need a day or two to sleep it off.

Lightweights.

- -

Captain, we are in position.

Ready to beam you up

-on your order. -Copy that, Number One.

You know what?

We, uh...

...we might ride a little more.

If you say so, Captain.

You know, just to be safe.

- -Hyah.

Welcome back, Captain.

I can take your saddle, if needed.

Well, I, uh,

prefer to carry my own gear.

But thanks, Spock.

But you knew that already.

I felt it important to be here

as soon as you returned to the ship.

You wanted to see me in my outfit, didn't you?

Perhaps.

Follow me to my quarters, Mr. Spock.

These boots are hard to take off alone.

Six months, Chris, nonstop.

That's a lot of missions in a row.

I'm just worried the crew

is starting to feel the strain, that's all.

Look, they came to Enterprise to see things, to...

...do things.

And the more you see and do in the moment,

the less you have to think about the past, right?

We all need weekends once in a while.

Even you.

Understood, Number One.

Not to mention, as much as I enjoy having the conn,

I wouldn't mind a little time on-planet once in a while.

Next mission, I promise.

That might be sooner than you think.

Admiral April is on his way to see you.

I told you, Bob,

I'm not looking for a promotion.

Well, regardless of intent,

you're being considered for one.

To commodore.

And that, as we both know,

is a stepping stone.

Look, I felt the same way when I was captain.

You just need to think about it.

Really think.

You just might surprise yourself.

How long do I have to consider?

We'll need an answer when you get back from the next mission.

Where are you sending us?

This is a fun one.

Really?

You haven't heard the constant noises?

Scotty acts like every time I steer the ship,

it makes his job harder, so he added endless beeping

to literally make my job harder.

Are you listening?

Sorry. I just have to get prepared for my mentee training.

Right, your new Academy cadet.

When I got to Enterprise,

I didn't know anything about anything,

and all of you helped me.

I just want to pass that on to the next person.

I've been practicing my Vulcan with Spock to improve it.

taz Nyota Uhura dwi-mâsh.

tan-fi bo-shish ner gab-no-vet âs

dwoz nufezh po nen lhi-de-mosh.

Please do not speak Vulcan.

Your accent is improper.

I thought I got that right.

I am fully versed in all human dialects.

That is all that is required for us to communicate.

Right. Let me start again.

I am Ensign Uhura, but you can call me Nyota, if you like.

I was at the Academy just a few years ago,

so I know exactly how you must feel.

You are several years older than I am,

and since you are human, it is unlikely

you know how I feel.

Were you present for the K'thoniadisaster?

Or the FFakishaconflict?

That all happened after I left.

Your Vulcan is poorly pronounced,

your time at the Academy was completely different than mine.

It appears we do not have many shared experiences at all.

This is an unusual mission.

We are to face a category ten interstellar squall,

something we rarely see in the Alpha Quadrant.

I-I've seen one once,

a long time ago, but not from this close.

I think I was in a phone box at the time.

Such distortions are often briefly occurring.

This one has appeared around the star Ithaxus.

No explanation.

Doesn't look like it's safe for us to get near it.

Any inhabited planets

nearby we should be worried about?

None.

Thank goodness.

And that's the key element of this mission.

No one we have to protect.

We are here to observe an unusual stellar display.

That is all.

Oh, it sounds like

we're going to the theater.

Minus the Playbill.

A theater that would likely tear

our ship into small particles of subspace

should we get too close.

Come on, Mr. Spock. Where's your sense of adventure?

Perhaps I did not clearly state the part

about being torn into small particles of subspace.

Interstellar storms are like space-time gone wild,

the very stuff of the universe.

Don't you think a glimpse

is worth a little risk?

See? Now, that's the spirit.

Keep us at arm's length, Erica.

Aye, sir.

Very long arms.

I wish we could get closer, though.

It's absolutely stunning.

I understand the feeling.

To actually see something like this.

Digital data is more relevant.

Sensors are active.

-Data is cogent. -If you had to give up

seeing this kind of thing all the time,

would you miss it?

Every day.

Yeah.

Sir, I'm getting a comm signal.

-Location, Nyota? -The signal's erratic,

but it seems to be coming from inside the storm.

It's a mayday, sir.

A ship is stuck inside the storm?

That's what the signal's saying.

Take us closer, Erica.

But keep your foot on the brakes.

Understood, Captain.

Not now, Scotty.

Deeper scans suggest signal origin

is a buoy inside of the storm.

-A buoy? It's a starship distress buoy,

but I can't get a lock on the signal.

Any sign of the source of the buoy? Any ships?

Scanning, Captain.

Uh-oh.

The storm is undergoing exponential expansion.

You think?

-Reverse course, Erica, fast. -Already on it.

We have life support.

Unfortunately, that is the extent of the good news.

No weapons functionality. Zero.

Long-range comms are down.

Transporters are offline.

Not sure when they'll be fixed, or if.

We have only the barest amount

of impulse power. For now.

-Warp? Out of the question.

Look, our problem is,

we lost all our iridium.

Without it, we can't ignite the warp engines.

We're basically stuck here.

And do we know where "here" is?

All we've been able to determine is,

the stellar storm somehow pulled

the ship into a warp field.

The stars aren't lining up to give us a location,