The role of Lieutenant T'vel is now being played
by Stephanie Knox. Also, the role of Lieutenant
Gazig will be played by Clayton Warden. It inspired
me to find a way to get in the way. And I got
in trouble. Good trouble. Necessary trouble.
Previously on Starship Resilience. In the 26th
century. Permission to come aboard. Granted,
Captain Moore. Welcome to the Resilience. Has
Captain Kohlan mentioned what he plans to do with
his retirement? Last I heard, he was going to
return to Teller Prime for a season. I'm not
sure beyond that. Commander Straan, I've spoken
with Captain Kohlan. No, I don't seem to remember.
And Dr. Narlin. No, I don't believe so. Should
I? Surely, as a Vulcan, you must remember me.
I do not believe so, sir. From where should I
have known you? The four of us served on the
Maelstrom together 20 years ago, under then -Captain
Kilgallon. But before you take off for the Resilience,
I do have a mission for you. When are you going
to tell me what's in that thing? That is a conversation
for another time, Lieutenant. Captain Tum Kohlan,
may I present Captain Nick Moore. A pleasure,
Captain. I'm anxious to get started. I still
have some packing to do. Computer, transfer all
command codes to Captain Nicholas J. Moore. Voice
authorization colon iota 379. Transfer complete.
USS Resilience is now under the command of Captain
Nicholas J. Moore. I relieve you, sir. I stand
relieved. I had wanted to see this one more time
before I... before I left the ship. See, officers
should never be in relationship with crew member
as they command. Not if it means jeopardizing
my command or my relationship with a trusted
friend and officer. And now, episode two. Umbrae
Mortis. Captain on the bridge. As you were. At
ease. Sir, it's 0710 hours. Would you like the
night shift report? Uh, no thank you, Lieutenant.
I'm here to get stuff sorted out in the ready
room. Commander Ch'rega will be here in an hour.
You can give the report to her. Yes, sir. Very
good, sir. If you don't mind my asking, you look
a little young to be in command of the night watch.
How long have you been in the rotation? Lieutenant...
Lieutenant Maysha Baker, sir. Chief Engineer's
assistant. I've been in command of the night shift
for eight months now. Okay. Well, Maysha, forgive
me, but where are you from? Sir? I'm only asking
because I'm picking up hints of an accent that
doesn't seem to quite fit. You're Orion, correct?
Yes, sir. My heritage is Orion, sir. However,
I was adopted very young and grew up on Earth,
so you're probably hearing that, sir. Okay, that
must be it. I assume then that your adoptive
family was named Baker. Yes, sir. Most people
call me Lieutenant Maysha, sir. Okay. Lieutenant
Masha it is. Nice to meet you, Lieutenant. And
you as well, sir. Lieutenant, may I give you
a piece of free advice? Yes, sir. Thank you,
sir. Take it easy on the number of times you
put the word sir in a sentence. I know I'm the
captain, but too many starts to sound like you're
sucking up after a while. Suck up, sir? Ah, yes.
Rest assured, sir, that no attempt to suck up
was intended. I was merely trying to follow logical
protocols, given that you are my superior officer,
sir. Captain. That's better, Lieutenant. Keep
working on it. You'll get the hang of it soon.
Yes, sir. Well, as you were, Lieutenant Maysha.
Aye, sir. Maintain course and speed, Helm. First
day on the job, and my office is a blank slate.
Let's see. Which item needs to go out first?
Ah, yeah. This one. This needs to be the first
thing on the desk. A picture of the best parents
in the galaxy. No, that's not right. This needs
to go over on the other side of the desk. That
way you can see the stars, Mom. Perfect. Space.
The final frontier. These are the voyages of
the Starship Resilience. Our mission? To explore
new mysteries. and new horizons, to seek out
new friends and new wonders, to stand firm against
whatever the universe throws at us. Am I interrupting,
Captain? Huh? What? It's a work in progress.
If you say so, sir. What time is it? Hmm. 8 .58
hours. The senior staff will be here soon. Oh,
well. I guess I'll finish this later. Ahem. I'm
so glad you were all able to join me here on
such short notice. After exhaustive research
and following a trail of clues, I am finally
able to say with absolute certainty that I know
who the murderer is. And they are in this room.
If there has been a murder on board, Captain,
security should have been notified right away.
Yes, I must agree. Ship security needs to be
informed when a homicide has occurred. Starfleet
is clear on this. Okay, okay, okay. There was
no murder. I was trying to break the ice. It
was a joke. And apparently not a very funny one.
That much is certain. Tell you what. Let's just
move on with the meeting. Commander Straan, why
don't you start us off with an engineering update?
The warp engines are currently functioning at
99.8 % efficiency. There had been minor fluctuation
in some of the plasma relays, but those have
since been repaired. Sickbay is nearly empty.
We have one patient with the Ankaran flu, who's
on day three of treatment. Also, Lieutenant Kashgari
had her baby. A healthy boy. 35 centimeters long
and 3.5 kilograms. Good. I'll need to stop by
and offer my congratulations. Jokoth, how are
things looking in the science department? Slow
at the moment, sir. Stellar cartography has been
picking up some resonant waves off a red giant,
but so far as nothing unusual. Commander Vek?
The ship is secure. Preparedness drills with
the crew have them at an overall 90% preparedness.
Good, I like to hear that. I would like to see,
though, if we can get the preparedness up to
95%. Aye, sir. Lieutenant Colt, how is the helm
doing? The helm seems to have a slight misalignment
of the navigational sensors. It appears to be
0.2 % variance. If I could get someone to look
at it? I can have someone check it out. The operations
team is looking good. No significant issues to
report, sir. Great to hear, Gazig. Way to step
up and be a team player. Counselor, how's the
crew holding up? I'm not sure. Really? Why is
that? It would appear this crew has not had a
ship's counselor for some time, so it will take
some time to gain their trust to the point where
they feel free to speak with me. Your services
may go unused, Counselor. Captain Colon didn't
think it necessary to have a counselor on board.
The crew believes it more important to work things
out for themselves, without emotional... blubbering
about their lives. I would certainly hope not.
Repressing emotions for long periods of time
can be a hindrance to positive mental health.
And it can have lasting effects on the crew's
efficiency. It's interesting you would say that,
since you clearly know nothing about mastering
your emotions. People! People! This kind of talk
will not help anyone. And it's certainly not
how senior officers should be addressing one
another. I apologize, Captain. Yes, sir. Commander
Ch'rega, how's the ship? No significant issues
to report, sir. Okay, moving on to new business.
Starfleet has chosen us for a huge honor. With
the destruction of Romulus nearly 150 years ago,
and the subsequent relocation of thousands of
Romulan citizens to Vulcan, Starfleet believes
it may be time to start putting in the work to
develop a Federation cloaking device. The Resilience
has been chosen as the first large -scale test
subject. Sir, what about the Treaty of Algeron?
A good question, Commander. I'm glad you asked.
Starfleet Intelligence believes... Before long,
what's left of the Romulan Empire will become
a relic of the past. There are currently several
full Romulans attending Starfleet Academy. This
number is only expected to grow. Therefore, if
and when the Empire collapses under the weight
of not having Romulus and Remus around to hold
central power, and all the refugees it's created,
the treaty will be nullified. which will pave
the way for Starfleet vessels to begin using
cloaking devices on a regular basis. Thoughts?
Did Starfleet say when we would have a device
ready for testing? Another good question. Thank
you, Lieutenant. In Cargo Bay 3, you will find
container 216 under guard. The device is in there.
Lieutenant Colt and I brought it with us from
the Intrepid. Feel free to run as many simulations
as you feel necessary. Did Starfleet provide
any information as to how we are to connect it
into our systems? Way ahead of you, Commander.
Everything you need to know is right here. Additionally,
if you have any questions, you can reach out
to Dr. Crenshaw at the Daystrom Institute. She's
been working very closely with the Starfleet
Corps of Engineers to develop this prototype.
Very good, sir. I am familiar with Dr. Crenshaw's
body of work. No doubt she has planned for every
conceivable scenario. Now, in order to protect
populated worlds of the Federation from the tests
and to keep things quiet, we will be rendezvousing
with the Zelenskyy near the Barons. There, we
will be conducting the trials with the cloak,
and the Zelenskyy will evaluate the effectiveness
of the device. Any questions? Excellent. Commander
Straan, I will expect to see hourly status reports
on your tests. Lieutenant Colt, set course for
the Barrens. Warp 5. Aye, sir. If there are no
other concerns or questions, you are dismissed.
Commander Ch'rega, would you remain for a moment?
Well, that could have gone worse. I have attended
worse meetings. Am I mistaken, or was there an
issue with Straan and T'Vel? I was not aware
they knew each other. As far as I know, they
don't. I mean, it must have been my imagination,
or was there an underlying tension in the room?
Sir? If Strawn wasn't a Vulcan, I would swear
he was taking Kohlan's retirement. And my taking
command very personally. Hmm. It's not something
I've heard, but I will keep my ears open. And
here's something I don't understand. Strahan
and even Dr. Narlin, for that fact, have enough
experience that they could have been in command
of their own ships long ago. Yet, they're still
here, doing work which, frankly, is beneath them.
Hmm. I can't speak about Dr. Narlin's views
on the situation. However, I can say Strawn has
expressed himself to me that he has a duty to
this ship. I asked him about it once, but he
refused to explain himself further, so I didn't
pursue it. Interesting. Well, we'll have to keep
our eyes and ears open for anything strange.
Ah, I see you're admiring my decorating. See
anything you like? Are these your parents? Yes.
Yes, it is. Married on February 14th, 2482. 53
years together and going strong. Hmm. A very
honorable amount of time, worthy of song. A bond
much like Kahless and Lukara. What is that? That?
It's a shield. Are you expecting combat? What?
No. No, no. Nothing like that. It's what they
call a collectible. A piece of memorabilia. Don't
you have fandoms in Klingon culture? My father
once had a tooth which belonged to Chancellor
Martok. Okay. Well, it's something like that.
Starting back in the 20th century, Earth had
a period of hero worship. These were people who
were gifted with powers from the divine. Through
either an evolutionary process, some were the
result of an accident. In some cases, a few of
these super -powered beings were aliens from
other worlds who were completely normal on their
home planets, but when they arrived on Earth,
they got all these superpowers. And there was
a small percentage of these people who, frankly,
had no powers of their own. They were just lucky
enough to be born rich and had all kinds of money
so they could invent or buy whatever it was they
needed to be a hero. Which type of hero was the
owner of the shield? Well, his story's a little
different. His name was Steve Rogers. His power...
was the result of a government experiment to
make super soldiers who could help fight their
great enemy at the time. Like genetic manipulations
on Earth in the 21st century to create augments?
Very similar. His story came out when Earth was
involved in World War II. He was created to help
fight the ruthless fascist enemy intent on taking
over the world and... wiping out millions of
people in horrible ways. And then in the 21st
century, he had a resurgence in popularity because
of the rise of the fascist ideals, which led
to the Second American Civil War, the Eugenics
War, and then eventually the Third World War.
Have you always kept it in your office? No, not
always. It normally hung on the wall in my quarters.
When I was reassigned to the Resilience, I thought
it was time it got an upgrade. Steve Rogers was
a captain, so I figured we could share the office
together. One of the things I like about him
is the fact that he was chosen for the government
experiment because his heart and his intentions
were inherently good. The scientists who developed
the drugs used in the process realized these
drugs would cause a side effect where a person's
ambitions were multiplied. So some of the people
that were rejected were either bullies or they
just wanted to be chosen for the honor, whereas
Captain Rogers just wanted to protect his homeland
and his friends. That is a most honorable endeavor.
I will have to look up Captain Rogers' logs.
Um, well, not actually. They should be in the
ship's computer under popular literature. Gazig
to Captain Moore. Moore here. Go ahead, Lieutenant.
Sir, you're receiving a priority message from
Starfleet Command. Go ahead and route it through
to the ready room, Gazig. Aye, sir. Admiral,
what an unexpected surprise. I believe you know
my first officer, Commander Ch'rega Doth? Hello,
Captain. Commander. Nick, I'm afraid I have some
sad news. You might want to sit down. Ship status?
All systems are nominal. We are on course to
the Barrens at Warp 5. Very good. Maintain course
and speed. All hands, this is the Captain. Moments
ago I spoke with Admiral Kilgallon, who informed
me that Captain Kohlan has died as a result of
a transporter accident. returning to his home
on Teller Prime. The incident is still under
investigation, but authorities believe there
was a power surge at the time of transport which
caused a malfunction. The Admiral is asked that
I convey his condolences to the crew of the Resilience.
I too would like to offer my deepest condolences
at the loss of a fine officer and captain. I
know he would want you to reflect on your times
together and to remember the good times. To that
end, I've asked Tony to run Captain Kohlan's favorite
lounge program tonight, starting at 1800 hours.
Everyone is invited to stop by and share their
favorite story of the captain. Moving forward...
I would like to remind you ship's counselor T
'Val is available if you feel you need to speak
with someone. Department heads, be sure to communicate
with the first officer about crew readiness.
I know this news comes as a blow to many of you,
but Captain Kohlan would want us to press forward
and to continue the work we have to do. As I
receive updates regarding the investigation,
I will be passing them on to you. For now, remember
that we are strong. We are the crew of the Resilience.
And nothing is going to keep us down. More out.
Oh my god. I can't believe he's gone. Poor Captain
Kohlan. His poor family. It is most unfortunate.
Unfortunate? How is that the proper choice of
words right now, Maysha? It is unfortunate that
he will not be able to enjoy his retirement.
Unfortunate? Maysha, he's dead! That is why it
is unfortunate. I fail to understand how our
being sad will make him any less deceased. I
forget sometimes, Masha, that you may look like
a normal person, but you don't act like it. I
get that you found logic, or embraced it, or
whatever the hell you call it, but that was downright
cold. I thought you of all people would understand
losing someone you love. I guess I was wrong.
Is there a problem, Lieutenant? There wasn't.
Until Lieutenant Fry was overcome with emotions
and stormed away. It was most... illogical. It
was actually very logical, student. Really? How
so, Commander? Much like how the Prime Directive
limits interaction with lesser -developed worlds,
the same is also true of logic. Many species
do not embrace logic. Chief among them are humans,
which includes Lieutenant Frye. At this particular
time, she is experiencing the quite logical emotion
for grief as a human would experience it. Her
feelings are raw at the moment, due to the wound
she has received from the news of Captain Kohlan.
Therefore, it is incumbent on us who embrace
logic to allow them to express their feelings.
We must hold back our talk of logic for a time,
to allow them room to heal. Do you understand?
I believe so, sir. In the same way the Federation
will not admit a new world until it has resolved
its internal disputes. We must hold back our
illogical reactions to allow humans to express
themselves emotionally in times of grief. Very
good, Lieutenant. What are we to do now, Commander?
There is very little we are able to do. At this
point, things have begun to change on this ship.
Many of the crew will turn to this new ship's
counselor, and the crew will be even more emotional
than before. That is most unfortunate, Commander.
Indeed. More to Counselor T'vel. T'vel here.
Captain, is everything alright? Yes, everything's
alright, Counselor. I just wanted to let you
know you might want to expect some business soon.
Yes. I heard what happened. Are you okay? Yes,
I'm fine. Lieutenant Frye to Counselor T'vel.
That's good to know, Captain. And thank you for
the heads up. I will need to get back with you
later. Understood. More out. T'vel here. Lieutenant,
how can I assist you? Hi, Counselor. Um, I was
wondering... What was that, Lieutenant? I didn't
think it would be this hard, you know. I'm guessing
you are referring to the news about Captain Colin.
Would you like some help sorting out your feelings?
Yes. That would be great, thank you. It is not
a problem, Lieutenant. My door is always open.
Give me about 15 minutes and we can meet. Does
that work for you? That sounds great, Counselor.
Thank you. Any time. Lieutenant Kashgari to Counselor
T'vel. I'll see you soon, Lieutenant. T'vel
out. This is T'vel. Go ahead, Lieutenant. Computer,
cold water, please. Computer, hit me again. Lieutenant
Major to Commander Straan. Strahan here. Yes,
Lieutenant. Sir, I was wondering if you had plans
to attend the memorial for the Captain tonight.
I had not considered going. That sort of festivity
is not one in which I would choose to take part.
Are you in need of something, Lieutenant? Actually,
I was wondering if you were available. I could
really use time to meditate. The emotions of
the crew are... weighing on me. Very well, Lieutenant.
Give me ten minutes to prepare, and we can meditate.
Thank you, sir. Maysha out. Oh, sorry. I didn't
see you there. Whoa, careful. Are you all right,
Lieutenant? What? I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine,
sir. I just got lightheaded. That was a nasty
fall. You might want to see the doctor, just
to make sure you're okay. It's been an emotionally
taxing day, sir. I'm on my way to Commander Straan's
quarters to meditate. I will be okay. At least
allow me to escort you. That way I can make sure
you make it okay. Very well. If you insist, sir.
If I had to guess, I would say you've been practicing
Vulcan meditation for quite some time. That's
a very ornate robe. I've been doing it regularly
for the last five years. Before that, on and
off for eight years prior to that. That is a
long time. I don't know many non -Vulcans who
have the patience to study it for that long.
You must have gotten very good at it. Well, I'm
not going to be doing any neck pinches, if you
are concerned about that. Deck six. So tell me.
What was it that interested you in meditation?
It started when I turned 13. That's the age when
Orion female's pheromones start to kick in. My
parents knew I wanted to join Starfleet, so they
decided meditation would be best to help control
the pheromones, so I wouldn't be disruptive.
Also, it helps me maintain control over my emotions.
Perhaps one day I will be as skilled as Commander
Strahan. This is my stop I should be fine from
here captain Thank you for seeing me this far
Wait, I don't think that's how meditation works
Enter Greetings, Commander. Live long and prosper.
You honor me, my student. Shall we begin? Good
evening. Good evening, everyone. Thank you for
coming. If you don't mind, I would like to say
a few words before we begin, so if you go ahead
and have a seat. Several days ago, I was given
the honor of being promoted to captain and told
that I would be taking command of the USS Resilience.
This was quite an honor. At the time, I knew
that I would eventually one day have to give
an address just like this. that it would be within
the first 24 hours of my command. And yet, here
we are. Captain Tum Kohlan had an exemplary career
in Starfleet. He was a member of the Academy
Class of 2483, specializing in security. I served
with him briefly for a period of time on the
USS Maelstrom, where he was promoted to the head
of security. Over his career, he captained five
ships and had two first contact situations. He
and his wife were married 48 years and raised
three sons and a daughter. His daughter and one
of his sons both went into Starfleet following
in their father's footsteps. They are having
banner careers of their very own. Another son
joined the Diplomatic Corps. had several kids,
and is currently a stay -at -home dad. It has
been said that the measure of a person's life
is in the dash between the day they are born
and the day they die. Captain Kohlan managed to
fill that dash with many things. A successful
career, a loving wife, a family, and a myriad
of friends. I would add that one of the truest
measures of a person is the people who gather
to remember them when they are gone. And judging
from the group gathered here tonight, I would
have to say that Captain Kohlan was one hell of
a man. If you would please join me in a toast.
To Captain Kohlan. To Captain Kohlan. And now,
if you would please rise to attention. Tony,
eight bells. Thank you all again for coming.
And now, without further ado, Captain Kohlan's
favorite lounge program, The Speakeasy. That
was a very moving speech. I believe Captain Kohlan
would have enjoyed that. Nick has come a long
way when it comes to public speaking. It used
to terrify him. And I know he would hate if he
knew I was telling you that, Commander. Really?
You never would have guessed. It was very eloquent.
Yeah, he might have taken him a while to figure
it out, but he's got a silver tongue. Silver
tongue? Old Earth expression. Means he's someone
who can really move people with his words. Nick
seems to have moments of skill followed by moments
of sheer failure. Tragic, really. It sounds like
it. But I'm curious. How well do you know the
captain? I would think fairly well. We were both
on the Intrepid for the last few years. And why
do I think he may have had another reason for
asking that question? You just seem pretty familiar
with him and his mannerisms. Plus, you have twice
referred to him as Nick in casual conversation.
Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I? Yes, you did. And
you know, that's not allowed under the Uniform
Quote of Conduct. Ah, yeah, that. Yes. Okay,
when I was an ensign, he took me under his wing
and helped me out. I started out on the Enterprise
and had a miserable time. When I transferred
to the Intrepid, he was the Chief Helm Officer.
He helped me out to get my career back on track.
Since then we have been... close. Close? Yes.
Close as in intimate? What? Ew! No! Like siblings?
Ugh, gross. No! More like I am his sister's hot
friend. So he has a sister? No, it's a metaphor.
I see. Look, they... The captain is one of those
people who doesn't like fraternizing with people
under his command. So we've managed to just stay
really good friends. That's all. Nothing weird
or sexual. Yes, I know his parents and I've met
several of his ex -girlfriends. But that's it.
Nothing weird. If you say so, Lieutenant. What
about you, Commander? What about me? Do you have
anyone special in your life? It's complicated.
I understand. Putting your career ahead of relationship
takes a toll. It certainly can. You know what?
Back on the Intrepid, I had a group of ladies
who would meet regularly for drinks and to be
a means of support. What do you say? What kind
of support? Whatever you needed. Career, relationships,
whatever helps you. I guess. Oh, trust me, it
will be fun! Excuse me, sir. Commander? Hello,
Commander Vek. Good evening, Lieutenant Colt.
Commander Vek, what can I do for you? I wanted
to let you know I have the results from our last
training sessions. There has been some marked
up movements. I think you will be very pleased.
Very good, Commander. I will check back with
you at a later time regarding those. Excellent.
Look forward to that meeting. Have a good rest
of your evening, Commander. Lieutenant. Thank
you, Commander. You too, Commander Vek. Can I
give you some advice, Commander? And what would
that be? When I said that the Captain doesn't
believe in having a relationship with someone
under his command, I think it's only fair to
warn him that he believes. that the same rule
applies to everyone on his ship as well. So if
you are involved with someone under your command,
you might want to extricate yourself from the
entanglement, if you know what I mean. Hmm, yes.
Perhaps you are right. You seemed to struggle
much this evening, pupil. Your emotions betray
you. Please explain. Please forgive me, teacher.
The emotions of the day are still clouding my
thoughts. It is making it hard to focus. I maintain
that a distracted mind absorbs nothing deeply,
and each distraction imposes a hefty cost on
your focus. You're right. I will try harder.
Perhaps we should attempt to discover the root
of the distraction. Tell me, what hinders your
focus? I'm not entirely sure. Everyone's reactions
to the death of the captain. That was difficult
news, and I don't blame others for having their
emotions. I may have chosen a different path
with my emotions, but that makes me neither greater
nor lesser than them. Remember that you have
chosen the enlightened path. The words of Surak
lead us, as T'Plana-Hath said. Logic is the cement
of our civilization, with which we ascend from
chaos, using reason as our guide. Very good,
protege. Let us return to meditation. Sir? Yes,
Masha. May I ask you a question? You may. Our
new captain? Yes. What about him? What are your
thoughts on him? I fail to see where this is
more important than meditation. You're right,
teacher. My apologies. It is just that, up until
the announcement of Captain Kohlan's death, I
couldn't get Captain Moore out of my thoughts.
I mean, at first, I thought he was kind of...
cute. In an older human male sort of way. But
then he attempted that joke during the staff
meeting. It was awkward, and I could see where
he might have been humorous. Then his announcement
about Kohlan, and I could hear the compassion
and empathy in his voice. You have let your thoughts
wander about undisciplined today, pupil. When
your thoughts wander, they tend to find emotions.
It is no wonder you are in turmoil tonight. We
need to focus. Absolutely. But... But what? I
would like to hear your thoughts on our new captain.
Please. Very well. He has spent the last several
years as the first officer of the Intrepid, so
he is familiar with the design and capabilities
of the Drexler -class starship. This will bode
well for the engineering teams. He will be less
likely to push the ship beyond safety margins.
But he is young, relatively speaking. At only
44 years of age, by Vulcan standards, he is still
wet behind the ears. To borrow a human. expression
he still has a great deal to learn about leading
a crew on a starship as for the puerile attempted
humor it shows an insecurity which desperately
needs to be liked by others it's a deeply seated
problem he should root out before it begins to
affect his command beyond that like many of his
race they have a fundamental character flaw which
they believe is a source of strength for them
However, it is this very thing which makes humans
like Captain Moore weak. What character flaw
is that? Empathy is the fundamental character
flaw of human civilization. Isn't that just being
able to emotionally understand how someone feels,
and a willingness to help them? That is what
they would like to think. When in reality...
They end up going along with whatever group feels
they're being oppressed by the majority. All
this does is slow down progress and limits innovations.
But doesn't the needs of the many outweigh the
needs of the few, or the one? Logically, it does.
However, in these situations, the few or the
one are putting their needs ahead of the many,
to the point where it is a net negative for the
overall society. The needs of the many outweighing
the needs of the few or the one is an act of
selflessness. Whereas the needs of the one or
the few outweighing the needs of the many is
a deliberate act of selfishness. An underclass
of people throughout the Federation who do nothing
for anyone but themselves is what we have at
the current time. This is what human empathy
has given the Federation. Uh... I see. Apologies,
teacher. Apologies are not necessary. Let us
return to meditating. This is fascinating. I
take it they don't have very many jazz speakeasies
on Vulcan. What did you call it? A speak easy?
Speakeasy. Written as a single word. They became
quite popular in America during the era known
as Prohibition. This was a time when the government
enacted a law prohibiting the production and
consumption of alcohol throughout the country.
Fascinating. So... What is the point of this
speakeasy? This particular one is the pet store
speakeasy. From the outside, it looks like a
normal pet store. It's what they called a front,
sort of like a mask. But for people who knew
the right password, they could come in, get a
drink and relax. So they had other fronts than
this pet store? That's right, because alcohol
was illegal at the time. They couldn't sell it
in the open. If the police showed up, it could
be turned back into a pet stall at a moment's
notice. Are you both enjoying yourselves? What
do you think of the speakeasy, Commander? This
was the type of place Captain Kohlan really enjoyed.
They have similar places to this on Kronos, but
the animals are not pets. I have to say, this
is a lot better than what my family does when
someone dies. What does your family do, Lieutenant?
It's called Sitting Shiva, and it involves seven
days of sitting around while people come over
and tell you how sorry they are that your loved
one has died. The worst part is there's no mirrors
allowed for seven days. Brutal. Because if there's
one thing Mia likes, it's looking at herself.
Are you ladies having fun? We were just talking
about family rituals regarding the death of a
loved one. What kind of traditions does your
family observe when there's a close death, Captain?
Ooh, that's a tough one. When someone in my family
dies, Friends usually bring over homemade dishes,
so we have food and no one has to cook. Mostly
casseroles. Everyone talks about how much of
a saint the person was when they were alive,
no matter how much of a bastard they were in
reality. Then in the end, we all eat. To be honest,
it's complicated. Casse-role? I'll explain later,
love. Commander, could I talk with you for a
moment, please, in private? How can I be of assistance,
Captain? I'm not really sure. I just had what
felt like a very strange conversation. With that
engineering lieutenant, Maysha? What do you know
about her? I must admit, not much. She keeps
to herself, or often she's in the company of
Commander Straan. Well, I just saved her from
face -planting on the deck outside of her quarters.
She was wearing a very ornate Vulcan ceremonial
meditation robe. And she is Orion, right? Correct.
Look, I'm not one to judge another person's philosophy
or religion of choice, but for a non -Vulcan,
being fully dedicated to the teachings of Surak
can be mentally dangerous. It's really only the
Vulcans who have been able to do it safely. There
are many who follow an abbreviated form of the
ways of Surak, although those forms tend to be
less mentally taxing. True. It just seems as
though somehow she thought she could purge her
emotions. And it seemed as though she had a very
odd idea of what the benefits of meditation really
were. Before I could say anything, we had reached
her stop and she darted off the turbolift. Was
there something in particular you were concerned
about? I'm not quite sure. There were a few things
which... Didn't seem right. And I wanted to get
the perspective of someone who's been on the
ship a lot longer. What about her and Straan?
Has there ever been any reports of something
going on between them other than meditation?
No, there have been no such rumors, Captain.
The Commander is married with several children
and grandchildren. He and his wife recently celebrated
eight years of marriage. Okay. It just still
feels off to me. Do me a favor. Could you keep
your eyes and ears open in case anything is going
on with them? Something just doesn't feel right.
Aye, sir. Your technique has improved, Lieutenant.
You have been practicing. Thank you, Commander.
But it would seem as though you are holding back.
What is troubling you? I... I wish I was Vulcan,
so I could purge myself of my emotions. To envy
someone for their natural abilities is illogical.
Having an emotional response because someone
else is able to control their emotions is also
illogical. Since hearing about the captain's
death, I felt as though a geisha were preparing
to burst in my chest. Like a jet of emotions
I wouldn't be able to control. I struggled to
get through the day and nearly broke down on
my way to my quarters. Perhaps it is time for
me to help you rebuild your control. I think
that might help, teacher. I must have your thoughts.
My mind. To your mind. Your thoughts. Our thoughts
are one. And that is why this guy is not allowed
back at that hotel on Risa. I should have known
you would tell that story when you started out
with, you guys want to hear something that happened
on Risa? Did they ever get the stain out? Uh,
no, actually. They ended up having to re -carpet
the room and the hallway on that floor. And they
had to replace the ice machine. It was a total
loss. I must say, this has been quite an evening.
I learned so much about you, Captain Moore. Thank
you, Mia. Why do I feel like I'm going to end
up an object lesson in someone's counseling session?
You need not worry about that, Captain. Even
though I have inherited from my mother the Qo
-wat Milat adherence to the ideals of total candor,
I would never use an embarrassing story in a
counseling session without the person's permission.
Well, thank you, Counselor. The amusing aspect
of the story aside, I don't see where your poor
choices and their inevitable conclusions could
be beneficial to anyone, unless they are worried
about their bad decisions preventing them from
one day having a starship command of their own.
Ouch. That hurt. Sir, I did not mean to offend.
I was merely pointing out... You didn't offend
me, Lieutenant. I... came to terms a long time
ago that there were going to be times in my life
where I was meant to serve as a warning to others.
Unfortunately, I have the soon -to -be Ensign
cult to remind me and keep me humble. So, don't
sweat it, T'vel. I'm not offended. Well, I have
an early shift tomorrow. Yeah, I I had better
call it a night. My new boss is a real ogre about
being at my post on time. He might throw me in
the brig if I'm late. You're damn right. I shall
join you. I have some personal correspondence
which needs my attention. Have a good night.
Commander. What would you say to another round?
I would not object. Tony, two more if you please.
Certainly, Captain. This was certainly a good
idea. I believe Captain Kohlan would approve.
My compliments, Tony. Thank you, Commander. I'm
not sure what it was about this particular configuration
he liked, but it always seemed to bring him joy.
I'll be right back with the drinks. Captain Kohlan
was right about one thing. What was that, sir?
Tony can make any occasion extra special. Agreed.
Here you are, Captain, Commander. Why, thank
you, Tony. You're welcome, Captain. I hope...
You are both enjoying yourself. I do have other
matters to attend to. Good night. Have a good
night, Tony. Good night, Tony. A toast, if you
don't mind, Commander, to Captain Kohlan. May
you find the rest in death that you were not
able to find in life. 'IwlIj jachjaj! Okay,
I think my Klingon's a little rusty. What was
that you said in Federation Standard? The closest
translation would be, may your blood scream.
Nice. You know, it's interesting. You can know
everything there is in someone's personnel file,
and yet you don't really know the person. Like,
For you, example. I know about the different
ships where you've served, and how you did at
the Academy, but it doesn't really tell me anything
about you. Was there something in particular
missing from my file, Captain? Actually, there
is. And I thought it was a pretty important detail.
So, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you
something. Proceed. I have served with several
Klingon officers on Starfleet. Each of them had
some sort of emblem for their Klingon house on
their uniform. However, I notice you don't have
a house insignia. Am I wrong? No, you are not
wrong, Captain. My father was part of a prestigious
house when he was younger. He was around the
same age as the heir to the house. One day, the
heir raped one of the housemaids who was in her
twenties. He threatened to kill her if she told
his father or anyone else. Eventually, she did
come forward to the boy's father and told him
what happened. The heir denied involvement and
tried to shift the blame to my father. Since
he had always served the house with honor, the
father believed my father and sent his son away
to regain his honor. The young woman left the
house quietly to go work on another colony. After
a long time, the heir returned home with his
honor restored and a grudge against my father,
though he pretended all was forgiven at the time.
Sometime later... the leader of the house died
mysteriously and his son took control the first
thing he did was challenge my father to a duel
the damage to his honor when my father refused
to fight him he had my father's honor stripped
and expelled him from their service being a Klingon
without honor made him untouchable to the other
houses one day he met the young woman who had
been dismissed and she thanked him for what he
had done to protect her He explained how the
house had changed. She told him that it didn't
matter to her because he had sacrificed his honor
for her. They fell in love, and 30 weeks later,
I fought my way into the world. Since there was
nothing left for them in the Empire, they left
for the Federation. They found a home on Japori,
too. My father became a laborer and worked hard
to support his family. At night, he would tell
me stories of Kronos and the Empire. We would
make our prayers to Kales, but he would never
talk about why we left the Empire or his honor.
Then one day, when I was twelve years old, my
mother and I heard a great commotion coming from
town. It was about the time my father would come
home for the evening meal, but he hadn't arrived
yet. We went out to see what was happening and
found my father fighting with three Klingon warriors,
each wearing the crest of the house he had given
his honor to protect. He easily handled the first
two warriors by killing the first and knocking
out the second. The battle grew intense when
it was just him and the third warrior. Despite
being exhausted from working all day, and defeating
two opponents, my father was holding his own.
My mother would always tell me she had never
seen a warrior look half as graceful with a bat’leth
as my father. The two of them danced around the
town square, locked in mortal combat. People
had cleared out of the way to limit the collateral
damage. For 15 minutes, they raged on, and it
seemed the end was near. My father had taken
the upper hand, disarming his opponent. He offered
him a chance to live, but the warrior dropped
to his knees and shouted out, “Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam!” Since it was clear
he wasn't going to be able to negotiate with
them, my father took his bat’leth and began the final
death blow. At the high point of his swing, the
second warrior whom he thought he had killed
stabbed him in the back with a daqtagh And one of
the men he was fighting slashed him from neck
to abdomen with his bat’leth. I wanted to scream
for my father, but my mother pulled me away and
kept me silent so they would not come after us.
After the two of them and their dead companion
beamed back to their ship, we ran to my father
to see what could be done. It was obvious his
wounds were fatal. He had just enough strength
left to tell my mother she would... always be
his Lady Lukara and he would wait for her in
Sto’Vo’Kor she called him her Kahless the Unforgettable
and said she would see him again he told me i
was the greatest honor of his life and then he
died my mother fell apart because my dad was
the greatest love of her life she was inconsolable
i went to his body held open his eyes, and screamed
out a warning to the dead my father was on his
way. A month later, I reached my Age of Ascension.
In honor of my father, I went through the ritual
and pleased my mother. But privately, I vowed
I would not be a warrior for the Empire. I would
claim no house. Any honor I earned would be mine
and mine alone. And no cowardly petaQ. would
stop me from regaining what was taken from my
father. Wow. That was quite a tale. Just to give
me peace of mind, you're not planning on going
to war with the Empire anytime soon, are you?
Perhaps one day, but not today. Okay, that's
good to know. If your plans change, please give
me at least two weeks' notice in advance. Aye,
sir. The cast for this episode in order of appearance.
Melodie Gibson as Lieutenant Maysha. Jeff Welch
as Captain Nick Moore. Patti Knox as Commander
Ch'rega Doth. Mark Douglas S. as Lieutenant Commander
Prow Vek. Rob Harrower as Commander Straan. Gareth
Murden as Dr. Pemeth Narlin. Clayton Warden
as Lieutenant Commander Ura Jkoth. Mira Faye
as Lieutenant J.M. Mia Colt. Clayton Warden
as Lieutenant Gazig. Stephanie Knox as Lieutenant
T'vel. Clay Duggar as Admiral Michael Kilgallon.
Heather Walker as Lieutenant Kaylee Fry. Abby
Welch as Lieutenant Kashgari. Faye Holliday as
Dr. Elizabeth Flint. Gareth Bowley as Tony. Additional
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