"Science Officer's log, August 14, 2152." "Enterprise remains on course for the trinary system." "I've transmitted a distress call... but the nearest Vulcan ship is more than nine days away." "By the time they arrive, they may only find debris, if that." "Even if Enterprise makes it past the black hole without being destroyed... it seems likely the crew won't survive." "It's been a long road" "Gettin' from there to here" "It's been a long time" "But my time is finally near" "And I will see my dream Come alive at last" "I will touch the sky" "And they're not gonna Hold me down no more" "No, they're not gonna change my mind" "'Cause I've got faith of the heart" "I'm going where my heart will take me" "I've got faith to believe" "I can do anything" "I've got strength of the soul" "And no one's gonna bend or break me" "I can reach any star" "I've got faith" "I've got faith" "Faith of the heart" "I'm continuing my analysis of the condition that's stricken the crew." "Without Dr Phlox's assistance..." "I'm not hopeful about reversing its effects." "I'm documenting my findings... so that Starfleet will at least have a record of what happened." "The symptoms began not long after we set a course for the trinary system." "That was nearly two days ago." "You're sure it's a black hole?" "A Class Four." "According to the Vulcan starcharts... your people have surveyed more than 2,000 of these things." "That's correct, but none of them were part of a trinary star system." "How close can we get?" "The gravitational shear between the stars is extreme." "We'd have to drop to impulse." "But we should be able to approach to within 5 million km." "Close enough to get some nice pictures." "How long would it take to reach the system at impulse?" "Two days." "Set a course." "Trip... if you've got some free time, I'd love it if you'd look at my chair." "if you've got some free time, I'd love it if you'd look at my chair." "Sir?" "The Captain's chair." "What about it?" "You may have noticed that I don't sit in it very much." "ls there a problem?" "It's uncomfortable." "When I lean back, I feel like I'm about to slide out of it." "I have to sort of perch on the edge." "I always assumed it was the best seat in the house." "Take a look at it for me?" "I was going to purge the impulse manifolds." "The chair first, if you don't mind." "Aye, aye, sir." "Come in." "Good morning." "Morning." "Am I interrupting?" "No, just thinking about something." "Today's duty roster." "Thanks." "Lieutenant Reed has a new security protocol he'd like to discuss with you." "I'll drop by the Armoury." "Anything else?" "Chef didn't report for duty this morning." "He's ill." "ls it serious?" "Dr Phlox said it's a simple virus." "He should be fine after a few days' rest." "Ensign Sato has offered to take charge of the Mess Hall." "She spends some of her free time in the Galley... and is eager for an opportunity to cook for the crew." "If it's all right with Chef." "Let me ask you a question." "I received a manuscript from Earth." "A biography of my father." "I've been asked to write the preface." "Would you mind reading it when I'm done?" "I'd be happy to." "If I can ever get it finished." "I've been putting it off for weeks." "The next two days should provide you with ample opportunity." "It's not that I haven't had the time." "They only asked for a page." "How am I supposed to sum up my father's life in a page?" "It would have been easier if they'd asked me to write the book." "Perhaps by focusing on one incident... a single event that exemplifies your relationship with your father... you'll be able to condense your thoughts." "Logical approach." "Maybe you'd like to write it for me?" "I'm hardly qualified." "Chef was planning to make fried chicken with potatoes... and some of the Minaran spinach we picked up on Risa." "The orange spinach?" "He's convinced it can be made edible." "He can tackle that when he gets back." "I have something else in mind." "It's one of my grandmother's specialties." "The recipe's been passed down for generations." "I'll need a translation before I can program the protein resequencer." "No." "You can resequence all the chicken and potatoes you want... but I am making this from scratch." "Ensign." "Is there something I can do for you?" "I've got a little headache." "Nothing serious." "Why don't you let me have a look?" "I was hoping you'd just give me something." "I'm upgrading the navigation sensors." "It would be irresponsible to dispense medication without examining you first." "Please." "Any other symptoms?" "Dizziness, blurred vision?" "No." "How long have you had it?" "A couple of days, on and off." "I've been meaning to have you drop by Sickbay, in any case... to see if you've had any problems since I removed the neural implants... you received at the repair station." "You think it could have something to do with that?" "I never rule out anything." "Then again, it could be as innocuous as muscular tension." "On the other hand..." "Terellian plague starts out with a simple headache." "Then all manner of nasty things begin to happen." "Commander." "Push it forward." "That's good, hold it there." "Commander." "Perhaps you could finish that later." "This may not be as glamorous as a black hole... but the Captain gave me an order." "He also requested detailed sensor readings of this trinary system." "I thought Vulcans had all this mental focus and discipline." "We also have sensitive hearing." "I'll be in my quarters." "We'll let you know when we're done." "Keep those target discriminators aligned." "We don't want a torpedo mistaking our nacelles for enemy vessels." "You asked to see me, Malcolm?" "I would have come to you, Captain." "It's no problem." "What's on your mind?" "I've been reviewing our encounters with hostile species." "The crew's response has been admirable." "But I feel we can do better, sir." "And you have a proposal?" "I've been thinking about a shipwide emergency alert." "Something a bit more comprehensive than battle stations." "We're taking far too long to react to potential threats." "With a single order from you, or an impact to the hull... the plating could be polarised, weapons brought online... critical systems secured" "I appreciate your concern, Malcolm, but this isn't a warship." "That's obvious, sir." "During our last run-in with the Suliban... we were unprepared for their boarding parties." "When the Mazarites attacked... they disabled our aft sensors with their first shot." "The list goes on." "I can see that." "Run this by the senior officers... get some feedback, and we'll talk again." "Yes, sir." "And, Malcolm... don't call it "battle stations."" "Think of something less aggressive." "How is it?" ""Condition Red"?" "What about "Condition Red" for the new security protocol?" "Why don't you just call it "Security Protocol"?" "Well, that's not very dynamic." "Do you think a cupholder's too much?" "Beg your pardon?" "For the Captain's chair." "He just wanted the seat adjusted, but I figured as long as I'm working on it...." "Just what the Captain needs in a crisis:" "a place to rest his beverage." "I'm also upgrading the status displays." "He'll be able to access tactical data from the armrest." "If you really want to improve tactical readiness... why don't you help me with this protocol?" "I'm a little busy right now, Malcolm." "It's a chair." "It's the Captain's chair." "It's just as important as your Reed Alert." ""Reed Alert." That's not bad." "Enjoying your lunch?" "Yeah." "Thanks, it was terrific." "It's called oden." "Every Japanese family has their own way of preparing it." "Well, it seems to be a big hit." "Congratulations." "Thank you." "Lieutenant, you barely touched yours." "lt was lovely." "I'll get you a fresh bowl." "That's not necessary." "It's no problem." "Please." "Not hungry." "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with it?" "Well, it was a bit salty." "Salty?" "It tastes fine." "It just must be me, then." "Everybody else seems to be enjoying it." "How much longer is this going to take?" "lt depends." "On what?" "Hold still, Ensign." "I have to get back to the Bridge." "I'm afraid you won't be returning to duty today." "The Captain needs those upgrades." "In medical matters, my authority overrides the Captain's." "I'm keeping you overnight for observation." "Your scans didn't show anything." "That's what concerns me." "Whatever's afflicting you may be dormant." "I'm going to run a full bio-molecular scan... to see if we can find where it's hiding." "Now lie back and don't move." "When I was about 8 years old, my father took me on a tour... of the warp 5 facility outside of Bozeman, Montana." "He introduced me to the people he worked with... scientists with names like Tasaki and Cochrane." "At the time, I didn't realise the significance of those names..." "At the time, I didn't realise the significance of those names... or the significance of my father's work." "Computer, pause." "I'll feed you in a minute." "Computer, resume recording." "In a way... creating a stable warp field mirrored... the flux of emotions... my father felt when he... embarked on...." "Computer, pause." "Delete the last paragraph." "Hell, delete the whole thing." "Quiet." "Come in." "Here's your sensor interface." "What's the emergency?" "This trinary system is emitting some unusual radiation." "I'm trying to identify it." "You dragged me up here so you could identify radiation?" "Correct." "You said it was urgent." "I said it was important." "I get it." "You're paying me back... making me jump through hoops because I was making too much noise." "You'll be happy to know I moved the Captain's chair down to Engineering." "So it's nice and quiet on the Bridge now." "I prefer to work here." "I'll need your assistance with this." "Weren't you listening to me?" "I don't have time to cater to your whims." "You want your name immortalised in the Vulcan database... get someone else to help you do it." "Are you feeling all right, Commander?" "I know you don't think this chair's important, but you're wrong." "What's the most critical component on this ship?" "The main computer, the warp reactor?" "It's the crew, and the most important member of the crew is the Captain." "He makes life-and-death decisions every day." "The last thing he needs to think in a critical situation is:" ""Gee, I wish this chair wasn't such a pain in the ass."" "Doctor, when are you going to" "Wait." "I have just enough time to shower and get changed." "I haven't discharged you, Ensign." "I haven't slept all night." "I'm supposed to go on duty in 15 minutes." "I need to perform a cerebral micro-section." "A what?" "Lie down." "No more tests." "I have to get to the Bridge." "I'm giving you an order." "If I don't finish those upgrades, I could get a reprimand." "It'll be on my permanent record." "You have more to worry about than a blemish on your record." "Do you see there?" "Your cortical scan shows elevated levels of serotonin... and several other neurotransmitters." "What does that mean?" "I'll let you know... once I've completed the micro-section." "Can't it wait until after my shift?" "Absolutely not." "If the Captain doesn't think I can handle my duties..." "I'll be scrubbing plasma conduits on D-Deck for the next five years." "I could be court-martialed." "What if you're carrying a protocystian spore... and you infect the rest of the crew?" "How will that reflect on you?" "What if you suffer a seizure at the helm... because you've contracted Andronesian encephalitis?" "There is something wrong with you, Ensign... and I intend to find out what it is." "Not today." "Not during my shift." "Unless you're ready to tie me to a bio-bed, I'm going back to my helm." "At least let me give you an analgesic for the headache." "That's all I wanted in the first place." "If it gets any worse, or you suffer any other symptoms... return here immediately." "What did you...." "I've been working on the new security protocol." "Obviously, the reactor must be secured immediately during a Tactical Alert." ""Tactical Alert"?" "I considered your suggestion, "Reed Alert," but it seemed narcissistic." "Hand me that hyperspanner, would you?" "I've also been working on a new alert signal." "Tell me what you think." "Or this one?" "Which do you prefer?" "For what?" "A Tactical Alert." "They both sound like a bagful of cats." "They were designed to get your attention." "I'll look this over and get back to you." "I also need your help on an emergency shutdown procedure... for the EPS grid." "I said, I'll get back to you." "Fine." "Let's hope we don't have a catastrophic reactor breach in the meantime." "One of your boys borrowed my laser micrometer." "If you're heading to the Armoury, could you get it back for me?" "Ensign, if we don't serve something soon... we're going to have a riot on our hands." "Is this too salty?" "Something's not right." "Hand me the Kreetassan spice." "I'll add it to the stock." "I'm out of carrots." "There are 25 people" "Carrots!" "With all due respect, you've been cooking the same meal over and over." "I'm in charge of the Galley." "I understand." "You're relieved." "Ma'am" "Get out!" "Lieutenant, I need your" "Clearance code?" "I beg your pardon?" "What is your clearance code?" "The Armoury is a restricted area." "Even to the First Officer?" "How do I know you are the First Officer?" "We've encountered species that can alter their appearance." "They could masquerade as any one of us." "I've issued codes to all senior officers... to reveal if the ship's been infiltrated by impostors." "Part of your new security protocol?" "It was sent to your console as a voice-encrypted command packet." "I haven't been to the Bridge for several hours." "As I was saying..." "I need assistance establishing a sensor interface in my quarters." "I've asked Commander Tucker, but he became agitated." "It was uncharacteristic, even for him." "Have you noticed anything abnormal about his behaviour?" "Why do you want to access the sensor array... from your quarters?" "I was asked to run detailed scans of the trinary star system." "I wasn't informed." "It isn't a tactical issue." "Lieutenant, why are you armed?" "From now on, security personnel are to wear sidearms... in all restricted areas." "You've cleared this with the Captain?" "It's in my proposal." "Has he approved your proposal?" "I've been trying to get him more interested in security... since we left space dock." "But he's more interested in fraternising with the crew... inviting them to breakfast, and to watch water polo." "I intend to implement some long overdue changes." "If the Captain won't approve them, I'll go directly to Starfleet Command." "Was there anything else?" "No." "I soon realised the odd behaviour wasn't limited to Commander Tucker." "In fact, everyone I encountered was acting strangely... growing consumed with matters that seemed trivial at best." "I also discovered that although I appeared to be immune... the Captain was not." "What happened to my chair?" "Did you know this chair is the exact same model... used on Neptune-Class survey ships?" "Is that why you called me down here?" "Enterprise is the first warp 5 vessel in human history, the pride of the fleet." "You're sitting in a chair they've been using... on warp 2 ships for over a decade." "You deserve better." "So I'm starting from scratch." "I'm going to build you a throne." "Stand right there." "I need to get a few parametric scans to get your exact dimensions." "This baby's going to fit like a glove." "Isn't that used for aligning phase coils?" "You won't feel a thing." "As long as I'm down here, maybe I can get your opinion." "Don't move." ""How does one measure a man's legacy?" ""ls it defined by the works he's created?" ""ls it defined by the works he's created?" ""The technological advances that will forever alter human history?"" "Turn around." ""lf so, then no man since Zefram Cochrane himself..." ""has made a more lasting contribution to the future of humankind..." ""than my father, Dr Henry Archer."" "All done." "What do you think?" "Sounds good." "Let me read you the rest." "I really need to get to work on this." "Just a few more pages." "How many more?" "Nineteen." "Nineteen?" "Are you writing the preface or the book?" "I've got a lot to say." "No kidding." "What's that supposed to mean?" "If I may, sir, it's a little long-winded." "You're lucky you're a decent engineer... because you obviously don't know anything about writing." "I'm not the only one." "I have 83 people to feed, not just senior officers." "All I requested was a bowl of plomeek broth." "I don't have time for special orders." "You'll like this better." "Where's lunch?" "lt'll be ready in one minute, sir." "I don't have a minute." "If you're so hungry, fix yourself a sandwich." "Captain, may I speak with you?" "That is a very complex recipe." "I will not serve it until it's just right!" "My family's reputation is at stake." "This is a Tactical Alert." "All hands report to your stations." "I repeat, this is a Tactical Alert." "Report." "The crew's response was unacceptable." "38% of them failed to report to their stations." "Critical systems haven't been secured." "I haven't heard from Engineering." "Shut off that damn noise!" "Shut it off!" "I don't recall authorising a tactical drill." "It wouldn't be much of a drill if everybody knew about it, sir." "One minute and 15 seconds." "What?" "It took you one minute and 15 seconds to reach your post." "I'd expect more of our commanding officer... given that the crew just might follow his example." "Captain!" "One minute and 49 seconds." "You might want to see this, sir." "Interactive status displays, secondary helm control." "It's even got inertial micro-dampers." "The ship could be shakin' apart and you'd hardly feel a thing." "You ignored a Tactical Alert for this?" "I want to run some colours by you for the headrest." "This is all a big joke to you!" "Give it a rest!" "This isn't a bloody pleasure cruise!" "Without proper discipline on this ship, this mission is doomed!" "Why don't you go play soldier somewhere else?" "If this were a military situation, you'd be taken out and shot." "I don't care what colour the headrest is, or whether it serves iced tea." "I just want a place to sit when I'm on duty." "And if I hear that alarm one more time, I may have you taken out and shot." "Unless there's a real emergency, like a reactor breach..." "I don't want to be disturbed." "Go away." "Do I have to start locking my door?" "You said to interrupt you if there was an emergency." "I believe there is." "ls that right?" "The crew's behaviour has become erratic." "Even by human standards, they've grown distracted." "Everyone I've encountered appears to be preoccupied with trivial matters." "Ensign Sato's recipe, for example." "Your preface." "We should declare a medical emergency... and have Dr Phlox examine the crew." "I suggest he begin with you." "I'm busy." "Captain" "Dismissed." "Your crew is in danger." "I gave you an order." "Captain" "I suggest you follow it... or I'll have you confined to your quarters... until a Vulcan ship can come and get you." "You're just in time, Subcommander." "There's a surgical gown in the compartment by the microscope." "This is a rare opportunity to explore the human brain." "Was he injured?" "A headache." "At first, I thought it was a simple vascular dilation." "But then I discovered... a chemical imbalance in his prefrontal cortex." "I'm going to begin by extracting the first 12 mm of his parietal lobe." "A sub-cellular analysis of the tissue should shed some light on the mystery." "Doctor, you may want to delay the procedure." "We have a larger problem." "The entire crew is ill." "They'll have to wait." "You've been affected as well." "Please remove your hand." "I won't ask you again." "I'll let you know when I've completed the surgery." "The crew's bio-signs were growing erratic." "I began to doubt any of them would survive more than a few hours." "Ironically, Dr Phlox's obsession with Ensign Mayweather's headache... has provided some useful data." "His cerebral scans have helped me determine that... the radiation coming from the trinary system is causing" "Computer, pause." "Computer, resume log." "My radiometric analysis is complete." "As I suspected, reversing course won't take us out of danger quickly enough." "The radiation appears to extend outward at least half a light-year... in every direction except one." "If I can chart a course between the stars... we could escape the radiation before the crew succumbs." "But I won't be able to pilot the ship alone." "Captain!" "Captain Archer." "You're needed on the Bridge." "I told you not to disturb me." "We have very little time." "What are you doing?" "Your crew may be dying." "What?" "Do you remember that trinary star system?" "The one with the black hole?" "It's emitting a dangerous form of radiation." "It's affecting your prefrontal cortex." "That's why you and the crew have been exhibiting obsessive behaviour." "Some of the crew's bio-signs are already unstable." "If you're exposed to the radiation much longer, you won't survive." "Do you understand what I'm telling you?" "Turn it off." "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Radiation." "Tell Phlox if... the crew's sick...." "Tell Phlox...." "He's been affected as well." "But not you?" "Vulcan physiology seems to be immune." "Bring us about." "Turn the ship around." "It's not that simple." "If we go back the way we came... we'll spend two more days in the radiation field." "I've charted a course." "It'll have us clear of the radiation in less than 17 minutes." "Lousy coffee." "But we'll have to pass within 2 million km of the black hole." "There's considerable debris and gravitational shear." "Someone needs to pilot Enterprise... while I determine the course corrections." "Travis." "He's been sedated." "I'm in no condition to fly a starship." "We have no other choice." "More gravitational shear." "We're too far to port." "But you said Bearing 2.4." "12.4." "My mistake." "12.4." "How much longer is this going to take?" "Six minutes." "I'm good for that." "Another shear front." "We need to rotate our longitudinal axis by 12 degrees... and bring our flight vector to 014 mark 27." "Hold on!" "Zero what?" "014 mark" "Mark 27." "Just minor debris." "The hull plating is holding." "Our lateral vector is drifting." "Captain." "Hang on a second." "I feel like I'm in flight school again." "You're doing well." "New heading:" "006 mark 4." "Captain." "I see it." "We need phase cannons." "They'd take too long to charge." "All weapons are online." "It must be part of the new security protocol." "Fire!" "Could you shut that off?" "How much longer?" "Less than 10 seconds." "Five more seconds." "Any more surprises?" "Nothing on sensors." "Did we get some nice pictures of the black hole?" "How are you feeling?" "A little tired, but the headache's gone." "What did you do?" "Very little, fortunately." "You're free to go." "Captain." "How's the crew?" "I'm continuing to monitor vital signs, but I've detected... no lingering effects from the radiation." "Mostly just rattled nerves, a few bruises and sprains... from when some of them lost consciousness." "I appreciate your intervening before I got any further... with Mr Mayweather's procedure." "I wasn't certain it would work on a Denobulan." "It worked quite effectively, I can assure you." "What procedure on Mr Mayweather?" "The radiation affected my nervous system rather severely." "I'll be with you in a moment." "Okay, Doctor." "I'll provide you with a full report when I've finished treating the crew." "You wanted to see me, Captain?" "I did." "When T'Pol and I were navigating the debris field..." "your Tactical Alert went off." "I heard, sir." "I've already deactivated the new protocols." "You shouldn't have." "They brought the weapons online right when we needed them." "If you have no objection, I'd like to make it standard procedure." "No objection, sir." "You still need to work on that alarm." "I'll get right on it." "It doesn't look any different to me." "Give it a try." "Feels better." "What did you do?" "Cross your legs." "What did you do?" "It seems totally different." "I lowered it... by one centimetre." "That's all?" "Didn't have time to install the new status displays... or the inertial micro-dampers, but if you give me a couple of days...." "I think this will be fine, Commander." "Thanks." "How about I just attach the cupholder?" "This will be fine." "All right." "How does this sound?"