The role of Admiral Kilgallon is now being played
by Mike Hansen. Previously on Starship Resilience...
Starfleet has chosen us for a huge honor. It
may be time to develop a Federation cloaking
device. Resilience has been chosen as the first
large -scale test subject. Where do we stand
on the cloaking device? I believe we will be
ready, sir. Do you agree, Lieutenant? Well...
Your emotions are betraying again. Explain yourself.
I'm just pointing out in the simulations I ran,
the results were catastrophic. I just thought
the captain and the commander had the right to
know. We will need to work on your emotional
control later. Using the readings from my workstation
and applying them to the simulated Phase 2 test,
would this be the likely outcome? I thought it
would be best if no one knew I was meeting with
you. Commander Strahan was not happy I raised
an objection to his plans. If you would take
a look at my simulations, you'll see I have some
very valid concerns. Very well, Lieutenant. Walk
me through. At warp speeds, the pulse grows exponentially,
and so with it the danger. I really don't want
Commander Strahan angry at me. In this engineering
department, I am in charge. There is a hierarchy
and a structure. Your place is to have loyalty
to the department and to me. I'm not disloyal.
And no one is saying that about you. This is
exactly what her simulation showed. How could
I have let this get so far out of hand? Get away
from that workstation! Another second and I have
it! Now, Maysha! Now! What happened? There was
an accident in engineering. He's still my patient.
Now is not the time for this, Doctor. Maysha,
please forgive me. I do, Commander. You saved
my life. Captain, you were right. It's not about
being right or wrong, Straan. Save your strength.
That's an order. Doctor Narlin. Here, Straan.
My friend. He's dead. And now, episode four.
Guess Who's coming to dinner. It inspired me
to find a way to get in the way. And I got in
trouble. Good trouble. Necessary trouble. Captain's
log, supplemental. Our cloaking tests have ended
with disastrous results. Our chief engineer,
Commander Straan, has been lost in what can only
be described as a senseless death which could
have been avoided. Per his final wishes, we are
on course to Vulcan to take his remains home
to his family. The mood on the resilience is
heavy. Two deaths in the same week can be a real
gut punch to even the best crew. Lieutenant Colt
says she feels like everyone on the ship has
been holding each other at arm's length for so
long, they don't really know how to connect to
anyone anymore. Despite that, I will say I've
begun to see cracks in the defensive shields
of even the hardest members of the crew. Lieutenant
T'vel says she has been inundated with counseling
requests from all over the ship. I just hope
something good will come from all of this. In
the meantime, repairs to the Resilience continue,
as several sections of the hull will need to
be strengthened after the test. Many of the engineering
systems still need to be repaired. However, the
damage combined with the loss of life could have
been much worse. I'd like to thank you all for
coming out today, as we gather here at the steps
of Mount Seleya to honor our fallen comrade. Straan,
son of Kelor, was born in 2432 in Volcano Rigar
on Vulcan. As a boy, he lived on the edge of
the forge, where it was constantly necessary
to adapt technology to function. This led to
graduating from the Academy in 2455 and a lifelong
path as an engineer in Starfleet. After graduating
near the top of his Academy class, he returned
home to Vulcan and married his fiancée V'lar,
who still works at the Vulcan Science Academy.
Between deployments in deep space on various
vessels, they managed to start a family having
three girls. Unfortunately for Commander Straan,
all three chose to follow their mother's footsteps
into the sciences. Two have remained on Vulcan
in the Science Academy. The third joined Starfleet
and is currently serving on the USS T'Pol. Commander
Straan became a fixture on the Resilience when
it launched five years ago. His career stretched
back nearly 80 years. It feels odd to think that
in the eyes of a Vulcan, his career could be
considered tragically short. But imagine the
changes you would see in that amount of time,
or the lives you could mentor. Straan had become
a constant point in the life of many young engineers.
One of those people, for whom Straan was a mentor,
has asked to speak today. Lieutenant. Thank you,
Captain. I knew Commander Straan for many years.
Not only was he my commanding officer, but I
would have considered him a friend. Though I'm
not sure he would have explained it that way.
He could be cold and rigid on the outside, but...
Oh, he had a passion for engineering. Believe
it or not, Once you really got to know him, it
was easy to read the subtle changes in his mood.
I was truly fortunate to know him. He inspired
me to be a better engineer. If he could hear
me now, he would say, you're being too emotional
and illogical, you must control your feelings.
But I would say to him, it's not illogical to
mourn the loss of a friend. And a mentor. And
so... That is what we are here to do today. We
honor our shipmate by saying goodbye to him.
Live long and... Live. Live. More to Ch'rega.
You and T 'Val go after her and make sure she's
okay? Aye, sir. Ch'rega out. Thank you, Lieutenant
Maysha. This concludes today's memorial. Please,
feel free to mingle and to share your memories
of Commander Straan. Tony, Black Alert. Computer,
lock the door. I am in control of my emotions.
I am in control of my emotions. Go away! Go away!
Computer, emergency override. Lieutenant Maysha's
quarters. Authorization, Ch'rega Doth, Lambda
5290 Omega. T 'Val, get the medics up here. Yes,
Ch'rega. Medical emergency. Medics to Lieutenant
Maysha's quarters. Acknowledged. On our way. Do
you hear that, May? Docs are on the way. Just
hold on. What happened? She ran out of the memorial
in an emotional state. She seems to have been
trying to meditate to control her emotions. It
appears it wasn't working. Give her seven cc's
of Improvoline. That should do it for now. She
should be stable for a little while. Let's get
her back to sickbay where I can keep an eye on
her. Yes, Doctor. 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. Hello, Commander Vek. Lieutenant. Are
you okay, Commander? I am fine. If you don't
mind my saying, you don't sound fine. Is there
something I can do to help? No, there is nothing
you can do. Are you sure? Sometimes when we face
difficulties in life, it helps to talk things
out with someone else to get another perspective.
I know I always feel better after talking to
my father. Don't mind him, Lieutenant. He's not
always this ill -tempered. I was going to ask
if it was something I said. I can safely say
this time it was not you. His life may seem complicated,
but beneath that is a brooding soul. What can
I get for you, Mia? Surprise me. You got it.
Hello, Lieutenant Colt. How are you doing? Hey,
Gazig. I'm doing okay, all things considered.
How are you? Considering the circumstances, I'm
doing well. Here you go, Mia. A Klingon martini.
Ooh, I've always wanted to try one of these,
but never had the courage. Oh, that's fabulous.
Thank you, Tony. You're welcome. And what can
I get you, Gazig? I'm fine for right now, Tony.
Thanks. Okay, well, if either of you need anything,
just let me know. It was a nice memorial, wasn't
it? Yes, it was, Lieutenant. Gazig, please.
We have duty. You can call me Mia. Okay, but
according to your personal file, Mia is not one
of your names. It says your name's Josephine
Miriam Colt. If I may ask, where do you get Mia?
Well, my family has a tradition of taking the
name of the first child from the grandparents.
For a daughter, the name comes from the grandmothers.
So... I am named after my dad's mom, who's Josephine,
and my mom's mother, who's Miriam. Mia is just
the shortened form of Miriam. So what are you
going to do when you have children? What am I
going to do? Hmm. My kids are getting names without
baggage. What about you? Do you have any sort
of shortened version of your name? No, not really.
It's not Ferengi custom to do that. Really? Nothing
like Gaz or something fun like Ziggy? I'm afraid
not. My family's very traditional. Those would
not be acceptable. Although, I do like that name
Ziggy. Are you? Am I what? Traditional? I'd say
not if I had to guess. I don't mean to pry, but
Ferengi now has been in Federation for over a
hundred years, and there still aren't a lot of
Ferengi joining Starfleet. No, I'm not as traditional
as my family. They still hold on to the old ways
of greed and profit, though things just don't
interest me. That's probably why I'm in Starfleet.
And while I do love my culture and traditions,
it's just not me. Sort of the black sheep of
the family. Black sheep? Forgive me, Mia, but
what is the black sheep? A human phrase, which
means you're unconventional, and therefore you
stand out in your family. I certainly do. From
what I know of Ferengi culture, isn't there a
rule of acquisition, which talks about not letting
family stand in your way? Yes, there is. The
sixth rule is never allow family to stand in
the way of opportunity. Yeah, that's it. Believe
me, I relied heavily on that one when dealing
with my parents. My father and my two brothers
run a Hupyrian beetle snuff plantation. Oh, is
that a very lucrative business? Not as lucrative
as the weapon business on the side. Oh my. Yeah,
one of the reasons I needed to set out on my
own. I took my inspiration from the 300th roll
of acquisition. Oh wait, I know this one. Don't
be afraid to blaze your own path to the stars.
Exactly, Mia. So I chose Starfleet to take me
there. Well, I'm glad you took your own path.
Here's to breaking with tradition. I have to
say, I feel bad. Why's that? Commander Straan
is dead, but I didn't know him. I don't like
going to memorials out of sense of duty. It's
a lot easier when you're a Ferengi. You go in
case they owe you a lot. I hope Lieutenant Maysha
is alright. She seemed very upset. Oh, I know.
The poor thing. Nick said it was at her station
in engineering where the accident occurred. Straan
pushed her away from it in the last second. She's
lucky to be alive. Agreed. Very lucky. Where
did you hear this? From Nick? The captain. We
served on the Intrepid and old habits die hard.
Did you and the captain ever date? What? Ew,
no! I'm sorry if that's too personal. It's just
that being comfortable with calling someone by
their first name, for humans, generally means
a close relationship. No, we're close, but not
that close. He's more like the annoying brother
who graduated college while you were still in
high school. I've met his parents a few times,
and his mom thought we made a cute couple, but
neither of us is looking for that kind of relationship.
What are his parents like? They are the nicest
people. His mom is ex -Starfleet. His dad was
a teacher and an incurable punster. Punster?
So the doctors could do nothing to help him?
No, silly. He likes to tell jokes that are play
on words. So when they retired, they moved to
an island on Earth called Kauai, to a city named
Kekaha. It's a cute place with amazing natural
beauty. Anyways, the city's name translated into
English is The Place. So ever since, his dad
is always saying that the town is the place to
be. Oh my, that is bad. Even worse, I think Nick
is turning into his father. Mark my words. Mark
your words about what, Mia? Captain, you scared
me. We weren't talking about anything. Uh -huh.
You know what, Mia? You're a terrible liar. Be
nice, Nick. Or I will tell your mom. Besides,
I'm cute. I get away with it. Honestly, I feel
bad that I don't feel bad. It hasn't even been
a week yet and it's not like he was the easiest
person to get to know. In fact, he was Kind of
scary. Like, the temperature in the room lowered
when he walked in. I know what you mean. From
what I can remember, it was a lot like that in
the Maelstrom. How were things going in your
departments? Most of the Helm team didn't know
him that well. Some had a passing familiarity,
but no major sense of loss. It's more like they
are sad because a crewmate died. Operations is
a little more distraught. We work a little closer
with engineering. I've had a few bereavement
requests. Any word about Maysha, sir? Unfortunately,
nothing yet. T'vel to Captain Moore. This is
the captain. Go ahead, T'vel. Sir, would you
please join us in sickbay? On my way. Moore out.
Report. We followed her to her quarters and had
to initiate a security override to get in. She
was attempting to control her emotions through
meditation, but it was not working for her. Nor
would it. I suspect with Straan dead, she will
be less and less capable of controlling her emotions.
Unfortunately, this is the type of situation
which could lead to an untapped geyser of emotions
building in her mind. The fallout. Could be catastrophic.
What does the doc say? She's still in there with
her. How is she, doc? For now, she's resting.
That's the best possible thing. It's been a couple
of days since the accident. What happened to
bring this on? You're working on one of my patients
again, doctor. How is she your patient? I am
the doctor on call. I'm always the doctor on
call. You just hide in your office. Doctors,
please. The sickbay staff and patients don't
need to hear the two of you arguing. Dr. Flint
has been on this case since the beginning. It
seems only right she continues to be the primary
physician on this matter. Are you replacing me
as chief medical officer, Captain? No. So this
is still my sickbay, sir? Yes, but I thought
in this case we should... Then, since I am still
in charge of my sickbay, I would kindly ask you
both step aside. Commander? Counselor? Doctor?
Come with me. First things first. Maysha. You
have the floor, Doctor. Thank you, Captain. The
Lieutenant is suffering from an emotional breakdown.
As best as I can tell, it's like she has been
holding in her emotions for so long, they are
literally forcing their way past her controls.
Then again, being a non -Vulcan, I don't recommend
she try to control them. Would you say it was
as if she had been dealing with the after -effects
of - Prolonged mind meld exposure, Doctor? I
would say that is one possible conclusion, Counselor.
However, it is being done. She needs to stop
it and find a healthier outlet for the emotional
pain from which she is running. Hmm. With Commander
Straan no longer around, it should be easy for
her to stop completely. Actually, that might
not be the best thing for her. Now, what do you
mean, Doctor? Well, it's sort of like the plasma
flow regulators in the EPS grid. If the flow
regulators are not in place, the plasma could
overwhelm the grid. But with the regulators in
place and functioning properly, you have a controlled
release, which allows just the right amount of
plasma. You are saying she needs to learn to
have her emotional flow regulators function normally
again, instead of backing everything up internally?
Precisely. Right now, she is lost and confused.
It may take some time. But I believe with the
four of us on her side, she can learn to function
as a healthy member of society again. Okay, great.
If we're all in agreement here, now on to the
second point of business. Dr. Narlin, what is
happening in sickbay, Doctor? And what are we
not being told? Permission to speak freely, sir?
Granted. Where to begin? I've been on the Resilience
for four years now. In that time, Dr. Narlin
rarely leaves his office and rarely does he see
patients, outside of full -on emergencies. The
patients he does see are usually like Maysha,
Straan, and Captain Colon. There are a handful
of others, but that's generally it. Captain Colon
always seemed to side with him when these issues
occurred. I see. Is this how you've seen it,
wa'DIch? For the most part, yes. I did have limited
interaction with him, but what I did see corroborates
her assessment. Don't get me wrong, Captain.
I do have some respect for Dr. Narlin. I've followed
his career for some time, and he has done some
magnificent work. But it's almost like he's given
up. Maybe he has realized his career is going
nowhere and he's just waiting for retirement.
I hope that doesn't sound insensitive. No, you're
fine, Doctor. It sounds like something the Commander
and I need to look into eventually. Thank you
for your honesty. Please, keep us apprised of
any changes in Lieutenant Maysha. I will. Well,
it looks like we have a decision to make. What
do you think? As of right now, we don't have
any basis for replacing Dr. Narlin. Certainly
something to keep an eye on. Yes, I agree. What
about engineering? Is there a clear next in line
for the position? At present, there are a few
candidates who would be good in the position,
but none of them really stand out. I can get
you the names so you can review them. That would
be good. I'll admit, I hadn't planned on having
to replace senior officers so soon. Although,
it's still curious both Straan and Narlin are
on board. Either could have easily retired by
now, or had a ship of their own. It still doesn't
make sense. Hmm, it actually does make sense.
In the time I've been on the Resilience, I've
never heard of them being offered their own commands.
That usually indicates a serious discipline problem
in their past, which would preclude them from
the captain's chair. I don't remember seeing
anything in their personnel files which could
have suggested a problem. Flint to Moore. Moore
here. Go ahead, Doctor. Sir, could you come to
sickbay? On my way. More out. Would you like
me to come with you for backup? Normally I would
say no, but this might require both of us. You
wouldn't know how to be a chief medical officer.
At least I wouldn't hide in my office every day.
All you do is criticize my work. I could get
more useful medical advice from waste extraction.
That would explain your bedside manner. Move
your app. Doctors, please. Why can't we all just
get along? Okay, then. What seems to be the trouble?
Anyone? You will answer him now. Okay, hold on,
Ch'rega. Let's try a different approach. I'm
going to assume you are both vigorously debating
the best possible care for Lieutenant Maysha.
Speaking of... Where is she? Dr. Narlin released
her. She needed to be sedated and under observation.
She is suffering from a nearly total psychological
breakdown. Is this true, Doctor? Did you release
her? I did. If you look at the readings from
my scans, you'll see she was perfectly fine when
she left. No sedation was necessary. You had
no right to release her. She was my patient.
No. Not this again. This is my sickbay. I make
the final decisions here. Wait a minute. Let's
discuss this rationally. Dr. Narlin does have
the right to discharge any patient he wishes
from sickbay on this ship. But, Captain... That
being said, you have the right to formally protest
his actions on medical ground. If you feel he
has acted improperly, I encourage you to take
advantage of that right. Understood? Aye, sir.
Okay. wa'DIch, would you take Lieutenant Flint
to the lounge for a nightcap? Yes, Captain. Thank
you for your assistance, Captain. I really appreciate
you coming to my - I don't give a - damn about
your appreciation, Narlin. Let me make one thing
perfectly clear to you. I don't know what little
power games you are playing here in Sickbay,
but I will let you know they end here and now.
You may think Sickbay is your personal little
fiefdom, but it is part of a larger kingdom known
as the Resilience, which is my kingdom. And since
the welfare of the crew is my responsibility,
I will not have their lives put in danger. Do
I make myself clear? What, sir? I was only trying
to point out... Do I make myself clear, Doctor?
Aye, sir. Very good, Doctor. I'm also going to
tell you I don't know what you did to Lieutenant
Maysha. But I will hold you personally responsible
if anything happens to her to set back her recovery.
And when I'm done, Doctor, you won't be able
to hold a medical position back home on Cardassia
Prime or anywhere else in the Federation. Do
I make myself clear? Aye, sir. Computer, what
is the location of Lieutenant Maysha? Lieutenant
Maysha is in her quarters. Good talk, Commander.
Come. May I come in? Absolutely, sir. To what
do I owe the honor? I came to check on you. Isn't
that sweet of you? I don't think Captain Kohlan
ever came to visit me. Thank you. You're welcome.
May I have a seat? Yes, sure, sorry. Where are
my manners? Can I get you something to drink?
No, I'm fine, thank you. I'm here to see how
you're feeling, Lieutenant. I feel fine. Why
does everyone keep asking me that? Because a
few hours ago, Ch'rega and T'vel had to break
into your quarters to get you to sickbay. You
appeared to be having a nervous breakdown. I
was understandably sad at Commander Straan's
memorial, but in sickbay, Dr. Narlin helped me
feel better. How exactly did he do that? I'll
be honest, I'm not exactly sure. I was asleep
for most of the visit. When I woke up, it felt
like I had been sleeping for two days. I mean,
I'm still sad about Commander Straan. But death
is the logical conclusion to life. Also, he did
save my life, so I'm grateful for that. Well,
you do seem to be genuinely feeling better. Unless
I'm mistaken. Oh, I may not be 100 % better than
I was, but I am definitely out of the valley
and ascending the mountain to reach the peak.
Well, I'm glad you're on the road to recovery.
I am going to insist you take a couple days off
from your duties in engineering. These have been
trying days for you, and I would like you to
be a little closer to the peak before you jump
back into the mix. Your logic is quite sound,
Captain. I don't relish the idea of being away
from my post for too long. I understand your
position. May I ask you a favor? What can I do
for you? I'm curious about the cloaking tests.
What has transpired since the last attempt? Well,
the Starfleet engineers have gone back to look
at the design of the device to see if they can
figure out a way to resolve the power issue.
For now, the tests are on hold indefinitely.
Why? As I'm sure you're well aware, Captain,
the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the
few. Or the one. Indeed. Would it be alright
if I browse through the research of the cloaking
tests? It wouldn't really be work. Okay. You
can review the data, but I don't want you anywhere
near engineering when you are reviewing it. Do
I make myself clear? Aye, aye, Skipper. Okay.
Well, I should be going. Are you sure you're
okay? Yes, Captain. I promise I'll be on my best
behavior. Okay. I will see myself out. Are you
sure, Captain? Would you like to stay? Maybe
a nice cup of plomeek tea? Or perhaps a game
of Kal-toh? No, thank you, Lieutenant. I need
to be attending to other duties. Thank you for
checking in on me, Captain. You're welcome, Maysha.
Most of all, I want you to know, you're not alone.
We are all here for you. Whether it's me or Ch'rega,
we want you to know... What is it, Captain? What
is that? Sir? Over there in your bed, it... it
looks like a big tribble. Oh, that. This is Sammy
Sehlat. I've had him since I was little, and he's
accompanied me to every posting. Well, hello,
Sammy. He's cute. It's always good to have a
friend at a new posting. He's been with me through
a lot of dark times, and had a lot of tears on
him. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. It's okay,
Lieutenant. Sometimes it's easier to tell your
problems to a friend like Sammy who doesn't judge
you. When you don't have that available, it's
nice to have a person who doesn't know everything
about us. It won't go past me. Thank you, Captain.
I appreciate that. I, um... I'm really struggling
to control my emotions. You know, Misha, it's
okay to be yourself. And if you need help with
that, Counselor T'vel is happy to help get
you there. Honestly, Captain, I don't really
trust the ship's counselors. Captain Kohlan thought
they were all frauds, and Commander Strand taught
me that the mind has the power to heal itself.
Interesting. I'm not going to tell you they're
wrong. I will say I've talked with T'vel. She's
intelligent and insightful. You may even find
her candor refreshing. I'm not forcing you to
see her. I'm just saying, as a friend, you could
do worse. I will think about it, sir. That's
all I ask. Good night, Lieutenant. Good night,
sir. Good night, Sammy. Before we end the meeting,
I would like to say thank you to Lieutenant Frye
for filling in for Commander Straan. We really
appreciate you being here today. Thank you, Captain.
It's an honor to be here to represent engineering.
I just wish it was under better circumstances.
Commander Ch'rega and I have begun the process
of looking for a new chief engineer. I can't
say how long this process is going to take. We
want to make sure whomever we choose will be
a good fit for the engineering department and
the ship. If there's nothing further, make it
a good day. Dismissed. Do you ever feel like
sometimes... you're just making it up as you
go, Commander? Well, there are days where I rely
more on instinct than on knowledge to navigate
a difficult situation. But overall, I would have
to say no. What I wouldn't give for your instincts
right now, Ch'rega. Gazig to Captain Moore. Go
ahead, Gazig. Sir, we are receiving a hail from
a Federation shuttlecraft. They say they are
en route to us and will be arriving in one hour.
Admiral Kilgallon is on board. Acknowledged,
Gazig. Tell the Admiral we await his visit and
we will see him shortly. Moore out. It never
rains, but it pours, Commander. Sir? It's an
old Earth expression, meaning we don't just have
bad luck. We have terrible luck. Could you alert
the department heads to prepare for the Admiral's
visit? He'll probably want to see engineering.
Better make sure we have the full crew present.
Go ahead and tell Lieutenant Maysha she can consider
herself paroled from house arrest. She's free
to return to duty. I'll, uh... I'll meet you
at the shuttle bay in an hour. Aye, sir. Captain's
personal log. Stardate 212 -606 .73. It has not
been a stellar week in the career of Captain
Nicholas J. Moore. Captain Pardok made it look
so easy. Then again, I never got to see his first
command. All I got to hear were the stories he
chose to tell me. And as if things couldn't possibly
get any worse, Admiral Kilgallon is coming for
a surprise inspection. On a positive note, I
haven't been in command long enough for there
to be any major problems. I hope. Captain, have
you been waiting long? No, not really. I was
just remembering the times on the Maelstrom when
I was this lonely ensign working in the shuttle
bay, and I dreamed of the day that I would be
Captain Nick Moore, adventurer, explorer, in
all the history books. God, I wish I could just
go back and tell that version of myself to slow
down. Savor the time. Well, as easy as that would
be, sir, you wouldn't want to get in trouble
with the Department of Temporal Investigations.
Commander Ch'rega Doth, I am impressed. I didn't
know you had that in you. It was very funny.
Bravo. Didn't you serve with the Admiral previously,
Captain? Yes. Yes, I did. On the Maelstrom. It
was my first ship right out of the Academy. How
well did you know him? Pretty well, I'd like
to think. He likes to be familiar with the captains
under his command. When we were on the Maelstrom,
he was always talking about his career. He grew
up in a small village in Ireland and... has one
of the unique honors of being one of the very
few people to ever make it to the Admiralty,
having never gone to Starfleet Academy. Really?
No, it's true. He enlisted in Starfleet to serve
in the Federation-Tzenkethi border conflict of
2485. He served with distinction, and by the
end of the four -year conflict, he had amassed
medals for valor, selflessness... Even achieved
the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. That is remarkable.
Truly a career worthy of song. Yeah, I guess
it is. I'm not afraid to say he's kind of one
of my heroes. Should we go greet your hero, Captain?
Sure. Why not? Permission to come aboard, sir.
Granted, Admiral. Granted. How are you doing,
Nick? I'm doing well, Admiral. And yourself?
Oh, can't complain. I mean, I could if I wanted
to, but my wife stopped listening to me a long
time ago. See, that fourth pip looks really nice
on there. You've come a long way since that first
pip. I'm proud of you, my boy. Thank you, Admiral.
It's been a long road getting from there to here.
And, sir, may I present my first officer, Commander
Ch'rega Doth. It's truly an honor, Commander.
I've heard good things about you. Sounds like
Nick picked one hell of a first officer. Thank
you, Admiral. Sir, forgive me for saying this,
but... It's not that we aren't pleased to have
you on board, but what brings you all the way
out here? Nick, my boy, I don't need a reason
to see one of my favorite officers. You impressed
me, son, all those years ago on the Maelstrom.
I've kept a close eye on your career. That's
why I offered your name to Captain Kohlan when
he said you wanted to retire. I knew this ship
would be perfect for you. Thank you, Admiral.
I'm grateful for the opportunity. We both are.
But that doesn't really answer my question. That's
what I like about you, Nick. Straight to business.
The reason I'm here, son, is because I've noticed
that you've had a bit of trouble, and I wanted
to offer some support. Bridge. Sir, I've been
trying very hard to ease into this command, but
there have been a few unforeseen circumstances.
Nick, son, I'm not here to court-martial you
or take over your command. I understand this
would have been an unusually trying week for
everyone, so I'm just here to lend a hand. Okay?
Aye, sir. Admiral on the bridge. Thank you all
very much, please. As you were. Report. We are
maintaining our course to Vulcan at warp three,
sir. Engineering reports they should have all
damaged systems fully operational by this evening.
Thank you, Commander. Would you care to take
the center seat, Admiral? Oh, it's tempting,
Nick. But I gave that up a long time ago. Let's
say the three of us go to the ready room to talk.
Very good, sir. Mr. Vek, you have the con. You
have a nice setup here, Nick. Love the decor.
I see you found a place for the shield. He drove
his roommates nuts with that thing on the maelstrom.
Yes, sir. I figured with the promotion it was
time to put it someplace and display it with
honor. This is a great photo of your parents,
Nick. How are Charles and Kay doing these days?
Oh, doing very well, sir. My mother is coming
out with a new research paper. It's on the stellar
background noise of red dwarf stars. And my father
is certainly enjoying his retirement. Fantastic.
That paper sounds intriguing. I can't wait to
read it. Glad your dad is resting. All the medical
tests came back good, I hope. Oh, yes, sir. Everything
came back negative. Clean bill of help. And I'll
have my mother send you a copy of that research
paper when it comes out. Good, good. As you could
probably tell, Commander, I like to think of
the people under my command as family. So I believe
it's important to stay up to date. I see. Well,
let's all sit down and have a chat, shall we?
You have had a hell of a first week in command,
Nick. A dead former captain and a dead chief
engineer. I've also heard some rumblings of you
threatening some of your senior staff. Sir, I
don't know what you've heard or from whom. I
can assure you in each situation, I thought it
necessary to remind the officer in question that
I am the captain and solely responsible for the
safety of this crew. As for the two dead officers...
Relax, my boy. Relax. I'm not here to reprimand
you or take away your command. Accidents happen.
You're not responsible for Colon. As for Straan,
he gave his life in service to the ship and Starfleet.
In regards to the complaints, I know the officer
is in question and you were right to say what
you did. They wouldn't have respected you if
you didn't go a little alpha male on them. They
will respect you more. At least one of them will.
The other one was Straan. Thank you, sir. You're
welcome. I've come to offer my services to help
smooth things over with Dr. Narlin, and to give
you a few candidates which might be helpful in
your search for a new chief engineer. I appreciate
that, Admiral. Ch'rega and I have been talking
about that subject. We were thinking - Always
happy to help, Captain. Computer, access the
shuttlecraft computer and copy the file Kilgallon
Chief Engineer List to the Captain's ready room
terminal. Accessing. Transfer is complete. We
appreciate the offer, sir. We'd been considering
several names from the current department to
promote to chief engineer. I understand, Commander.
These are merely suggestions. Besides, I've looked
at your crew manifest and your current department
lacks experience. You have a lot of promising
engineers, but they don't really have the leadership
to be a chief. I believe, sir, what Commander
Ch'rega is trying to say. No need to interpret,
Nick. The Commander is showing her value as a
good first officer. She's trying to put the good
of the ship and the crew foremost. Very commendable,
Commander. Thank you, Admiral. These names are
optional. You don't have to pick anyone off the
list, but you'll have to admit, they have their
fair share of talent. Simply put, I think it's
safe to say we all want what is best for the
resilience. I think we can all agree on that,
Admiral. Thank you. We'll take a look at it.
Well, how would you like to see the ship, Admiral?
I thought you'd never ask. Your pick, Admiral.
Where would you like to begin? Engineering. Alright,
shall we? I have to say, I love these Drexler
-class ships. They're simply a workhorse, and
this is a fine example of the class. Thank you,
Admiral. After you, sir. Thank you, Nick. Engineering.
I don't think I've been on this ship in... Oh
my, I think it was the day it launched. This
was five years ago. Oh lord, how time flies.
If I'm not mistaken, you were on the ship when
she launched. Is that right, Commander? Aye,
sir. I was promoted to full lieutenant to come
to the Resilience. And five short years later,
you're the first officer under one of the greatest
and most dedicated young captains in the fleet.
Isn't that right, Nick? Really, sir, that's quite
unnecessary. Yes, sir. Quite. You first, Admiral.
Don't mind if I do. I was known to tinker in
engineering when I was the captain of the Maelstrom.
Commander Straan, God rest his soul, taught me
a few things. The biggest lesson was to get out
of his way. The Commander was a force of nature.
Very true, Commander. Very true. Attention on
deck. The crew is ready for inspection, Admiral.
The cloaking test did a lot of damage here, Nick.
Yes, sir. You're lucky only one person was killed.
Yes, sir. Very lucky. I take it this was the
station where the power surge which killed Straan
originated. Yes, Admiral. Whoa. What a mess.
What's the preliminary assessment, son? Sir,
this station is near a total loss, sir. Multiple
fused relays and several fried chips in a processor
housing, sir. Relax, son. At ease before you
hurt yourself. Do you have a name, son? Uh, McGreevy,
sir. Ensign Michael McGreevy. I should have known
it was an Irishman getting his hands dirty and
taking care of business. What part of the island
are you from, son? Sir? I'm from Boston. My family
came over at the height of the famine. Oh, I
see. Was this your station during the test? Uh,
no, sir. I was not on duty that day. Really?
Nick, who was manning the station at the time?
That would be Lieutenant Maysha, sir. She should
be here. Lieutenant Maysha, front and center.
Lieutenant Maysha, sir. Reporting as ordered.
Oh, I see. So this was your handiwork, Lieutenant?
This was my station, sir. But I was attempting
to control a massive power surge which nearly
destroyed a significant portion of engineering,
and... Would have cost a lot more lives. Oh,
so you think you should be getting a medal. You
do realize the great engineer was killed because
you couldn't do your job. Do you think it's okay
to make someone else clean up the mess you made?
This was your station. Shouldn't you be fixing
it? I... I... What's the matter with you? Cat
got your tongue? Did you earn that uniform or
did someone feel sorry for you and give it to
you? Oh, I know. I bet your dirty little Orion
fingers stole it. I... I... I think that's enough,
Admiral. Are you going to answer me, or are you
going to let the captain fight your battles?
He said that is enough, Admiral. That's fine,
Commander. I think I've seen enough here. Nick,
I think I'll continue the tour on my own. Oh,
Captain. I have a great idea. Why don't the two
of you join me for dinner tonight? Guest quarters.
1900 hours. Nothing formal, just casual. None
of those uncomfortable dress uniforms. 1900 hours?
Sounds great, Admiral. We would love to join
you. I apologize, Admiral. I will not be able
to attend. Are you sure, Commander? I could make
it in order. But I'd rather not. 1900 hours would
be fine, Admiral. Fantastic. Remember, 1900 hours.
Don't be late. Sir, are you sure you wouldn't
want the guided tour? You know, it was a long
shuttle ride to get here, and I'm a little tired.
I think I'll pass for now. Might wander a bit
and then get in a quick nap. I'm not as young
as I look. Very good, sir. Until tonight, then.
All right, Commander. Let's hear it. Permission
to speak freely, sir? You have to ask. Granted.
With all due respect, sir, I don't know where
to begin. If I had to pick one word to describe
that man, it would be creepy. It's one thing
to ask about someone's family, but quite another
to ask about your father's medical testing. And
I'm not sure what to make of the grotesque display
in engineering. That was so many levels of wrong.
Maysha is a fine young officer. She's a Ryan.
Deal with it. Okay, first off, I agree with you
on how he reacted to Lieutenant Maysha. That was
crossing a line. Honestly, my heart dropped for
her standing there. I may need to bring that
up to him before he goes. Anything else you would
like to address? I'll be honest, his insistence
on picking someone from his approved list for
chief engineer makes me uneasy. I don't see anything
wrong with promoting someone from the existing
staff. It feels like he's manipulating us to
have someone on board to keep an eye on us. I'm
sure he just wants to be helpful. Sir, helpful
is one thing. This doesn't feel right. I will
say this for the Admiral. He wasn't kidding when
he said they had experience. Wow. This one is
a captain. That would effectively nullify me
as a first officer. No. I chose you to be my
first officer. I would not let it come to that.
I know you say that now, but the first time you
become incapacitated, he assumes command under
the Admiral's orders. It's a very real situation
which might occur. Do you have nothing to say?
I'm not sure what you want me to say. I understand
how you feel. But aside from the issue with Maysha,
I simply can't accept the notion that Admiral
Kilgallon has some nefarious scheme to control
this ship. I've known him for years, and quite
honestly, I owe much of my career to him. Kales
said no man may be given honor by another. The
honor you have... You have earned yourself. Commander,
I believe this is where we need to agree to disagree.
I understand how you feel. Until Admiral Kilgallon
gives me reason to be concerned about his intentions
toward the ship or this crew, I am not obliged
to make an enemy of him. And I strongly suggest
you do the same. Do I make myself clear? Aye,
sir. Will that be all, sir? Yes, Commander, that
will be all. I will expect to see you at 1900
hours, Commander. Good evening, Commander. Captain.
I understand you're not looking forward to this.
I don't even blame you. This is all part of the
second -in -command's duties. Can't tell you
the number of times Captain Pardok made me do
these dinners. Let me just say, I really do understand
how you feel. I know you are only looking out
for the ship and the crew. So am I. I know, Captain.
I... Apologize if I came off too harsh. You?
You were perfectly reasonable. I'm glad you could
see that. Would you be willing to send a letter
to my mother verifying that for her? I believe
she would find that amusing. Look, let's just
get through this evening as quickly as possible
with minimal bloodshed, and I'll buy you a drink
at Tony's. So, how much bloodshed would you classify
as minimal? Welcome, Captain Moore. Commander
Ch'rega. Who is it, child? Captain Moore and
Commander Ch'rega. I told you I heard voices
in the hallway, Daddy. Well, tell them to come
in, Maysha. Yes, Daddy. Come in, we're taking
up dinner. Sir? Yes, Commander? About that drink?
Yes. Make it a double. At least. The cast for
this episode, in order of appearance, Jeff Welch
as Captain Nick Moore, Melody Gibson as Lieutenant
Maysha, Betty Knox as Commander Ch'rega Doth,
Stephanie Knox as Lieutenant T'vel, Abby Welch
as Ensign Meade, Faye Holiday as Dr. Elizabeth
Flint, Mira Faye as Lieutenant Mia Colt, Mark
Douglas S. as Lieutenant Commander Prow Vek,
Gareth Bowley as Tony, Clayton Warden as Lieutenant
Gazig. Gareth Murden as Dr. Pemeth Narlin
Heather Walker as Lieutenant Kaylee Fry. Rob
Harrower as the shuttle bay crewman and the
shuttle pilot. Mike Hansen as Admiral Michael
Kilgallon. Amy Welch as the computer. Corey Welch
as Ensign Michael McGreevey. Additional credits
available at starshipresilience .com. Tune in
on December 3rd for Episode 5. Ladies Night.
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