Previously on Starship Resilience. Lieutenant
Maysha Baker, sir. Chief Engineer's assistant.
Back on the Intrepid, I had a group of ladies
who would meet regularly for drinks and to be
a means of support. Oh, trust me, it will be
fun! When I said that the captain doesn't believe
in having a relationship with someone under his
command, 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.
Yes, perhaps you are right. I am in control of
my emotions. Computer! Emergency override. Lieutenant
Maysha's quarters. T'vel, get the medics up here.
The lieutenant is suffering from an emotional
breakdown. 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 waist extraction. That would explain your
bedside manner. 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
appear to be having a nervous breakdown. 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. Did you earn that uniform?
I bet your dirty little Orion fingers stole it.
Welcome, Captain Moore. Commander Ch'rega. Who
is it, child? Captain Moore and Commander Ch'rega.
I told you I had voices in the hallway, Daddy.
Well, tell them to come in, Maysha. Yes, Daddy.
Come in, we're taking up dinner. About that drink?
Yes. Make it a double. And now, Episode 5, Ladies'
Night. It inspired me to find a way to get in
the way. And I got in trouble. Good trouble.
Necessary trouble. Good evening, Nick. Ch'rega.
Is that for after dinner? Uh, yes. Yes, it is,
sir. Please, both of you, no titles today. Feel
free to call me Michael. Yes, Michael. Daddy
outdid himself this time. Doesn't it all smell
so wonderful, Ch'rega? Yes. Yes, it does. Oh,
the engineers deserve all the credit. I've always
found it hard to get the replicator to correctly
make corned beef and cabbage. I did find a group
of Irish engineers who were able to program a
close facsimile. It was my dear sainted mother's
recipe. Wait a minute. I need to ask about the
elephant in the room. Daddy? Aye. Daddy. Yes,
Maysha is my daughter. What did you think? We
thought she was your daughter, just like you
said. Right, Nick? Yes, absolutely. Completely
where my mind was going. Well, I can't blame
you if you thought something else, Nick. Maysha
finds it funny to dress up in her old school
uniform with the shirt tied in front and her
hair in pigtails for these dinners, and call
me Daddy as many times as possible. Especially
when the guests don't know she is my daughter.
I used to get mad at her for it. But I could
never stay mad at my little leprechaun. Now wait,
everyone just calls you Maysha. And you said your
last name was Baker. Baker is my dear wife's
maiden name. We figured it would be easier on
her at the academy if no one knew she and I were
related. So far, with a few minor problems, we've
been able to keep her cover. And I must say,
she's grown into a beautiful young woman, and
one hell of an engineer. So, the incident during
the inspection and engineering... It was all
a skit we do when the captain and first officer
don't know she's my daughter. So, it was all
for our benefit? Yes. Sorry, Triga. It's actually
a lot funnier when Commander Straan was alive.
But we had to improvise this time. It's sort
of our way of throwing everyone off the scent
that we're related. A pox upon me, where are
my manners? Everyone, take a seat and dig in.
You must be starving. Dig in. Don't be shy. Hmm,
so Admiral... Michael. We were taking a look
at the list of chief engineer candidates, and
we had a few questions. Let me stop you right
there. Nick, I appreciate your diligence, but
in our house we have one rule. Leave work at
the office. Dinner time is family time. My apologies.
That's a very fair rule, sir. Well, here's a
non -work -related question. How did Maysha become
part of Clan Kilgallon? Well, my parents were
officers on the Maelstrom. They died in a shuttle
accident. I had no living relatives and would
have ended up in an orphanage. Since I was very
young at the time, the Kilgallons took me in
and made me one of their own. Really? I was on
the Maelstrom too. What were their names? I don't
remember any crashes when I was there. It was
about a month or so before you joined the crew,
Nick. Their names were Mero and Deycad Nasra.
Forgive me. As a commanding officer, you never
get used to losing people under your command.
The Nasras were a hard loss to the whole ship.
There was no way I could let their only child
be raised in an orphanage. It's been my honor
these many years to watch Misha grow into an
intelligent young officer with a very promising
career. 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. Ladies and gentlemen, it is now 2130 hours.
Not to sound like too much of a cliche, but...
This old man needs to get to bed. Well, we have
an early morning, Michael. Thanks for a lovely
evening. It was an honor to get to know you and
your family. You're welcome, Nick. As for the
family... I completely understand, Admiral. Mum's
the word. Maysha will be treated like any other
officer under my command. Well, between you and
me, Captain, don't be afraid to throw her in
the brig every now and then. She can be a bit
unruly at times. Daddy. Oh, I'm just kidding,
my little leprechaun. We're going to see ourselves
out, Admiral. Have a great night. You as well,
Nick. And you too, Commander Ch'rega. Admiral,
thank you for a pleasant evening. Tony's? Yes.
Well, I'm just going to put this out there. I'm
going to say overall, it was a pleasant evening.
I mean, the meal was good, but things started
out weird. We had to do a lot of backtracking
just to get back to pleasant. Agreed. I don't
want to say what I was thinking when we were
greeted at the door. No, Ch'rega. I don't think
you need to say it. I believe we were both thinking
it. Long story short, this doesn't change how
Mace is treated. Agreed. But it was still weird.
Agreed. But my question is, how is she getting
from her quarters - across the ship and to the
Admiral's quarters, dressed like that, and no
one saw her. Is she using the Jefferies tubes?
It's not as complex as that, sir. Best not to
ask too many questions. Captain's personal log.
Stardate 212609 .13. Last night, Ch'rega and
I were guests of Admiral Kilgallon and his daughter
for dinner. It was truly a night of revelations.
The commander and I are still trying to wrap
our heads around it. Ch'rega seems convinced
Admiral Kilgallon has some sort of ulterior motive
for his visit. Whereas I can't support her assertion,
I can't help feeling as though she might have
some sort of insight into the situation I don't
have. Until she can prove her feeling, or I see
something myself, my loyalties still have to
remain with the Admiral. Thank you all again
for coming. Dismissed. Have you heard from Admiral
Kilgallon yet? Not yet. I'm surprised he didn't
show up to be part of the morning staff briefing.
Although I imagine it won't be long before we
hear from him. Um, in regards to my comments
last night... No need, Ch'rega. We're all entitled
to our own opinions. You and I are not going
to agree on everything. That's why I asked you
to be my wa'DIch. Admiral, good morning. I trust
you slept well. As well as a man of 67 can't
sleep. I'm usually up a couple times a night.
Can I get you anything? No, I'm fine. I know
the two of you are split on how to move forward
with selecting a new chief engineer. I also know
much of the split is because of the list of names
I provided. It's not that we don't appreciate
the offer, Admiral. Please, Commander, let an
old man finish his thought. I have no vested
interest in planting a spy on your ship. nor
am I looking for an insider to keep tabs of every
little thing which goes on. What I am doing is
looking out for the both of you and the well
-being of this ship and crew. I am offering a
list of candidates who would be loyal to you,
and loyalty is, above all else, the attribute
which should define a Starfleet officer. You
don't have to pick anyone off the list, but I
think you would be doing yourselves a huge disservice
to simply let any of these candidates slip through
your fingers. There. I've said my piece about
the candidate list. It's up to the two of you
to decide on the best possible candidate, but
I will say you could do far worse than a loyal
officer in the position. The thing is, Admiral,
we've only really begun to figure out what we
want from a candidate in that position. I'm not
saying we're rejecting your list outright, but
I am saying when we know what we want, we'll
compare our list to yours to see who matches
up. It's not a no, it's a... we'll see. That's
all an old man can ask for. I do have one more
thing to discuss, but it's for your ears only,
Nick. So, if you will excuse us, Commander. The
men need to talk. Certainly, Admiral. Oh, before
you go, Commander, I do have one more thing for
the both of you. Not only would I ask that you
not tell people about Mace's connection to me...
I do implore you not to mention it in your logs.
I don't want that information to get out and
she starts getting preferential treatment. And
I know she feels the same way. Absolutely. Understood.
Of course, Admiral. Thank you very much. I can
rest easy knowing my little leprechaun is in
safe hands. If there is nothing else, Admiral,
I'll return to the bridge and relieve Commander
Vek. That will be all, Commander. Thank you.
I spent yesterday afternoon wandering the ship,
Nick. Getting to know your crew and watching
them work. Would you like to know what I heard?
I will admit I'm curious. They like you. I know
it's only been a week, but for the most part,
they like you. Obviously, you were dealt a pretty
bad hand with two deaths in the same week. But
they feel you've shown leadership and empathy
throughout it all. They believe that's a good
thing. You even got high praise from Tony in
the lounge. Being liked can be a good thing,
my boy. Don't get me wrong. But a leader can't
lead on the basis of being liked. You need to
take the emotions they have and convert them
into loyalty. That's how you get a crew who would
fly the ship through the gates of hell and back
if you ordered it. That's how you become a great
leader and a great starship captain. Thank you
for your advice, Admiral. I guess since it's
only been a week, I'm still finding my style
to be the captain I was meant to be. And that's
fine, Nick. Do whatever it takes to find the
balance. Just consider what I'm saying. I went
from a volunteer enlistee to rear admiral in
my career, so I must know a thing or two about
how to be a leader. You're right, sir. I'll think
about what you're saying. That being said, you
have two things going against you. And I only
say this because I want you to be aware of the
rumblings which are going on. The first is in
sickbay. The staff is unruly and very disrespectful
of Dr. Narlin. He's doing what he can to manage
a sickbay and keep the level of care high, and
the staff is undercutting him at every opportunity.
I've actually talked with some of the staff in
the sickbay, and I've seen a few things firsthand.
They paint a much different picture. They say
Dr. Narlin is delinquent in the performance
of his duties and only seems to be really interested
in certain patients. Your daughter being one
of them. I suppose much of what you're hearing
is coming from that bhreathnach, Dr. Flint. She's
a big part of the problem. She's disrespectful
and insubordinate. If she had done half the things
she's done when I was captain of the Maelstrom,
I would have put her off the ship at the next
starbase. She has no professional courtesy. I
see. I'll be sure to look into it further. You
do that, Nick. The other thing I want you to
consider is dropping that woman as your first
officer. She's got an agenda, and it's not good.
She'll betray you the first chance she gets.
You got her a step closer to the chair, and she
can smell command. She will do whatever it takes
to get rid of you, to get to the center seat.
I have a list of qualified candidates who would
make a perfect first officer for you. If nothing
else, there's a chief helm officer out there.
Who would make a better exec? She thinks she'd
be a good first officer, too. Nick, what did
I always say to you back on the Maelstrom? Don't
be afraid to take it to the next level, Nick.
It's right there. Just take it. That's right.
Reach out and grab it where the sun don't shine.
So what will it be, Nick? Are you going to reach
for greatness? Send me the list. I'll take a
look. That's the right choice, Nick. You won't
regret it. Well, I think my work here is done.
Besides, I think the Enterprise would like their
shuttlecraft back. So, I'll be seeing you, Nick,
my boy. Would you like me to escort you to the
shuttle bay? No need. I can manage. If I can
find my way around the Enterprise, I can find
the way through the Resilience. And you have
a ship to run. Keep up the good work, Captain.
Thank you, Admiral. Safe journeys. To you as
well, Nick. Admiral on the bridge. As you were.
It was a pleasure to meet all of you. Especially
you, Commander. I look forward to our next visit.
As do I, Admiral. Mr. Gazig? Yes, ma 'am? I
need your help, but... I would ask you to employ
a degree of discretion during the process. How
much discretion are we talking about, Commander?
Let's just say the success or failure of this
mission could decide who is in command of this
ship in the future. So, it is important that
the wrong people don't find out about what you're
doing. Do you understand? Absolutely, Commander.
What's the mission? There should have been a
shuttle crash reported on the USS Maelstrom when
Admiral King Gallen was in command. Two officers
involved in the crash were Mero and Decade Nasra.
I need you to research the crash and verify the
information is accurate. Yes, ma 'am. I'll get
right on it. It's best if you do not employ any
other personnel in this search. Consider the
possibility that individuals who would be unhappy
about you looking up this information might be
watching your activities. Yes, Commander. I'll
begin right away. You miss sitting at the op
station, don't you? I would be lying if I said
I didn't. I felt the same way, about leaving
the Intrepid. The universe seemed a lot simpler
two weeks ago. Good evening, Captain. What can
I get you? Captain? Tony to Captain Moore. More
here. Go ahead, Tony. Turn 90 degrees to starboard.
What? I'm sorry, Tony. I've got a million things
on my mind right now. I can see that. A mug of
Warnog for your thoughts? I'm not sure that'll
help. It's all command decisions. But I'll take
the Warnog, just the same. Coming right up. Here
you go, Captain. Thanks, Tony. Hit me again,
Tony. I take it things did not go well with Admiral
Kilgallon? Oh, you could say that. He's suggesting
I make a few changes, which he thinks might be
a little more beneficial to the ship. I take
it these aren't changes you relish the thought
of making? Not particularly. But it's hard to
say no to the Admiral. He was my first captain.
And he's been an intern to me ever since. He
helped to guide my career. Honestly, I'm really
lucky to know him. But? But... If I go against
him, what does that do to the vision I set up
for myself of what my first command would be?
Things may not have been perfect so far, but
am I still being true to myself? And that's important.
To thine own self be true, be your own man. But
I know he's just trying to help me succeed. Like
a good mentor. I get it. It's hard to meet your
heroes. What do you mean? Kilgallon was your
first captain on the first ship you ever served
on, right? Yes. And you say he's been helping
to shape your career by guiding you all the way.
Right. So, sounds to me like you have a classic
case of hero worship. No, I don't. Sure you do.
You want to make a decision which will help the
ship that is true to what you want. But also
doesn't disappoint Kilgallon. You're conflicted.
Maybe you're right. I just need to think this
through. You've come to the right place. It's
a quiet night here. That reminds me. Did you
see the Admiral while he was here? Actually,
he was here yesterday afternoon. Talked with
Dr. Narlin at a table away from the crowd. The
Doctor was really upset. He and the Admiral exchanged
a few unpleasant words before calmer heads prevailed.
Could you hear what they were saying? My good
Captain, it's unethical for me to listen into
conversations my patrons are having. Not to mention
the various Starfleet rules. So what did they
say? Seriously, Nick, I can't tell you. It violates
my ethical subroutines. Literally, the code of
the bartender is an honor bound as the sanctity
of the confessional. It's a sacred trust. Glad
to know things are safe with you. I live to serve,
Captain. Hello, Tony. Well, bless me, Doctor.
And how are you this evening, Elizabeth? I've
worked hard today, Tony. Now I want to drink
hard. What can I get you, Lieutenant? Give me
an Orion Hurricane. Make it a Category 5. You
got it. Kind of slow in here tonight. Yeah, a
little. Is that the captain over there? Yeah.
He came in with a handful of pads and his head
full of work trouble. Well, that's not healthy.
Sounds to me like someone needs to make a house
call. I'll see what I can do. You know you shouldn't
do that. Hmm? What? You shouldn't do that. Do
what? You shouldn't replace interaction with
people with screen time. It's not healthy. Really?
Why? As your doctor, I could suggest hundreds
of studies going back to the 21st century which
explain why isolating yourself behind the screen
of a data pad is bad for your social development.
Not to mention your mental wellness. It can even
affect whether or not you feel pretty. How would
it explain whether I view myself as pretty? To
be honest, I'm not entirely sure. Many of the
studies focused on the lives of teenagers, particularly
teenage girls, using devices which were the forerunners
of adapter pads. It was back when these devices
were beginning to take hold in society. Seems
like the people had little sense of moderation
and or self -control when it came to how much
they were viewing. Their lives started to revolve
around a phenomenon known as social media, which
created an artificial sense of jealousy concerning
the lives of others they viewed. How did we survive?
It is a mystery. I never got to ask you how things
worked out with your patient, the one who had
the accident on the holodeck the other day? Oh,
Lieutenant Cutler. It was touch and go there
for a while, but eventually we pulled her through.
Good. Good, good, good. What am I doing? Please,
join me. This is quite a little datapad rampant
you've built for yourself. When is the enemy
due to attack? A lot of people don't know this,
but their attacks come without warning. They're
relentless and ruthless. Oh my, that sounds brutal.
What are you going to do? I say... We order another
round of drinks and regroup. So, why are you
hiding behind datapads in a bar? Is it that obvious?
Yeah, a little bit. I've managed to find myself
in the middle of two warring factions and I'm
not sure what to do. Let me guess, one of those
factions Admiral Kilgallon? Yes it is. How did
you know? A lucky guess. Could I offer you some
free advice? I'd love some. Go with the other
side. Really? Are you sure? Positive. Wait, but
what if... Doesn't matter. Go with the other
side. Wow. He made that much of an impression.
In just the first few minutes talking to him.
I, um... I have to ask you a question. Okay.
And... I'm only asking because I have no idea
what the answer is. It's okay, Captain. I'm a
big girl. I can take it. Would you happen to
know what the word bhreathnach means? Is that something
you heard from the Admiral? Uh, yeah. Why am
I not surprised? I don't understand. Oh, he was
referring to me. Definitely talking about me.
Is it a racial term? It is, but not in the way
you're thinking, Captain. Bhreathnach lock refers less
to my ebony skin and more about where I'm from.
Uh, okay. It's an Irish word which refers to
someone from Wales. Oh, okay. It's not as bad
as I thought. I mean, bad enough, but just not
as bad as I thought. What did he say? Uh... Basically,
he thinks you're a troublemaker and I should
get rid of you. There was a girl in my class
at primary school who called me a troublemaker
one time. Let's just say she didn't do it again.
Well, it's a good thing you became a doctor.
Possibly. So, you're from Wales? Yes, sir. I
was born and raised in Aberfan. I'm familiar
with Aberfan. I dated a girl from Cardiff when
I was at the Academy. We went up to Aberfan a
few times. Beautiful area. It was a beautiful
place to grow up. So, you dated a bhreathnach?
You could say that. Her name was Sarah Brecken.
Good evening, Lieutenant. I felt like she could
be the one. What can I get for you tonight? It
wasn't meant to be. Really? I had a really bad
day, and I... What happened? I really need a
drink. Yeah, she was really special. My parents
loved her, but... It turned out we were both
too focused on our own careers to be good for
each other. Yeah. One of the fatal flaws of youth,
I guess. Last I knew, she was a lieutenant commander
and worked at Starfleet Command. I don't think
so, Tony. Bring me the good stuff. But enough
about my pain. What about you? Anyone who got
away stories for Dr. Elizabeth Flint? Actually,
no. I've known what I wanted since I was a little
girl and I pursued it. Maybe someday I'll find
someone with whom I can settle down. Until then,
my brother and sisters are keeping the Flint
family line going. It's funny your name is Flint.
Flint is the name of the city near where I grew
up. Are you kidding me? Oh, that's interesting.
I'm going to need to excuse myself, Doctor. I'm
sorry. This doesn't look good. I'm sorry. But
all indications are that you have exceeded a
safe amount of alcohol at the current time. Is
there a problem, Lieutenant? What the hell? Get
your hand off me! Oh. Oh, Captain. No,
sir, sorry. Sir, no, sorry. Well, it sure sounds
like there was an issue from across the room.
The waiter is saying, I can't have another drink.
When in reality, I am perfectly fine. I'm perfectly
fine enough to decompile his program without
breaking a sweat. This waiter has a name. It's
Tony. And in his bar, you will respect his authority
in these matters. Am I clear? Yes, sir. How much
have you had to drink, sweetie? I've only had,
like, one, two, three, four... A couple of bottles
in my quarters. Just a couple. You're going to
have a wicked hangover in the morning, love.
Come see me before you start your shift. If you
stay in the lounge, I concur with Tony's assessment.
Only non -alcoholic drinks for the rest of the
night. Doctor's orders. You really know how to
kill a party, Doc. But no one would have noticed
anything, except for the Vulcan ambassador saying
that was a highly illogical thing to do with
a pineapple. At that point, everyone just lost
it. Personally, I laughed so hard I was crying.
Go find a table. I'll join you in a minute. Is
everything okay, Captain? Not exactly. It would
seem as though the lieutenant had quite a party
this evening by herself. I was just about to
order her to return to her quarters and head
straight to bed. Five more minutes, sir. Please.
If you would like, I can stay with her, sir.
I'll make sure she gets back to her quarters
safely. Yeah, please, what she said, what she
said. The Lieutenant and Dr. Flint are welcome
to join us, Captain. I believe the four of us
will be able to watch out for her. If the four
of you are with her, I guess it should be okay.
Oh, thank you, Captain. You're a saint. Don't
make me regret this, Maysha. Aye, aye, Skipper.
Hey, ladies. Where's the party? Cheers! Woo!
Woo! Thank you for your help, Doctor. Thank you
for the drink. Commander, can I have a moment,
please? I don't know about you, but someone would
have a very hard time convincing me this event
has nothing to do with our most recent visitor.
That would make sense, sir. She's a bright, young
officer, and I would really like to set her up
for success, especially now that Strawn is out
of the picture. So, if we're going to have future
visits from our previous guest, I really... Wouldn't
want this to become a reoccurring thing. Would
you agree? Absolutely. It doesn't help her at
all if someone else has to pick up the pieces
after every visit. I know she'll probably fight
you on it, but see if you can somehow steer her
towards talking with T'vel. I know she was more
comfortable with Straan, but he's not an option
anymore. Whatever's going on in her head is deeply
rooted in... It's probably going to continue
causing problems in her real life. I'll do what
I can, sir. Okay. I have some things to consider,
so... I'll let you get back to your colleagues.
Lieutenant Colt calls it a ladies' night. I don't
know if this is supposed to be fun or not. You'll
do fine, Ch'rega. At least you're on board the
ship. There's less chance of needing a snake bite
kit. For what? Good night, Ch'rega. May I take
your orders, ladies? I'll have a Cuba Libre.
Okay. And you? I'll tear water. Please. Excellent
choice, ma 'am. And... Hold on. Wait. Lady's
Night requires something a little stronger than
that. Actually, Quwat Milat do not imbibe strong
drinks. And before you say I am not Quwat Milat,
I do live by the ways of the Order. Okay. You
get a pass. And for you, Doctor. I'll have another
Orion Hurricane. Category 5. Oh. Oh, that sounds
good, Liz. Good choice. And for you, Lieutenant?
I think I'll have... She'll have coffee, black.
Coffee, black. And maybe with a little bit of
Irish cream. Belay that, Lieutenant. Just coffee,
black. Great choice. And for you, Commander?
Blood wine. May I say... An excellent choice.
I'll have those shortly. Coffee. Black. I sound
like Admiral Janeway. Coffee. Black. Coffee.
Black. There's coffee in that nebula. Love it.
What? Why is everyone looking at me? Lieutenant
Colt. Captain Moore made a comment. We are of
duty. Call me Mia. We are just a group of women
hanging out. No ranks. Just a circle of ladies
who support one another. Very well, Mia. Captain
Moore just made a reference to the fact that
we may not need a snakebite kit for this ladies'
night. I will get him back for that. It was one
time. One time. And he never lets me forget.
Besides, we were planet side that time. No one
has to worry about it this time. I must admit,
when you invited me for Ladies' Night, I was
unsure what to expect. Of course, the evening's
activities thus far are unlike the primary definition
the computer explained. What? Are you saying
you looked up the definition of Ladies' Night
in the dictionary? Yes. Okay, I'll buy. What
were you expecting? According to my research,
ladies' night generally refers to an evening
where women get drinks at half price. In some
places, the entertainment consisted of very muscular
men with oiled -up bodies dancing on stage while
they removed their clothing. Women would then
stuff currency in something called a G -string.
That sounds like a lot of fun. Okay, ladies.
Here are your drinks. Alright, alright. Let's
get this party started. Show me some skin. As
you were, Lieutenant. The idea of Ladies' Night
in this case is a chance for a group of women
to meet together and talk about their lives,
work, and support each other. Ah, yes. That definition
was much further down the list. And I may say,
I feel quite supported. So, what's going on,
Maysha? You look like you've been having a rough
night. Hold up, Mia. That's a bit too far. How
is that out of line? You do not need to answer
that, Lieutenant. No offense, Maysha, but you
look like you are struggling. And as your sister's
on the ship, we want to help. I'm not offended,
Mia. You're right. My life is a mess. No one
is saying your life is a mess, Maysha. But it's
true. My life is a mess, and there is little
I can do about it. Why do you say that? Currently,
you are vexed with a treatable case of intoxication.
Beyond that, the only other obvious problem would
seem to be a... Self-induced case of depression
brought on by the alcohol. Wow. Is that what
you think of my problems? What a lousy counselor
you turned out to be. I'm glad I never had to
confide in you. I apologize if what I said offended
you, Lieutenant. I was raised to honor the way
of absolute candor. As a ship's counselor, I
found it serves me well. To put my statement
in more... Succinct terms. Based on external
evidence, it is hard for us to know how to offer
you more than just tacit moral support. Without
a more in -depth knowledge of the issues which
perplexes you, our best efforts at help would
bear no meaningful fruit. You know what? You're
right, T'vel. I tried all my life to be in control
and grounded emotionally because that's what
was expected of me. I've always done what was
expected of me, and for once in my life I've
reached a place where I can be happy and fulfilled
in what I am doing and who I am. I don't care
if my father thinks I should transfer to a posting
closer to Earth. He doesn't run my life and can't
make me transfer if I don't want to. Wait, what?
What's this about your father? Lieutenant. Are
you sure you should be talking about this? Why
should it matter who I tell? I'm tired of secrets.
I'm tired of not being allowed to have meaningful
relationships with people who know who I am and
accept me. Aren't I just one of the group? A
sister in the struggle. You are all my sisters,
right? Absolutely. Very well, Lieutenant. Just
know, once you reveal your secret, there will
be no going back. It will be out there. Your
life will change. The consequences of your decision
will be on your head. Oh, I don't care. My life
sucks and I need my friends to help me. Would
you all like to know a secret? Sure. My father
is... Captain. Captain. Sorry. My father is real.
Rear. Admiral. Michael Kilgallon. Gallon. Kilgallon.
What? How is this the first time we are hearing
about this? The Captain and Commander Ch'rega
knew. We were under orders not to say anything.
There's still a chance for you not to go down
this path, Maysha. This could change things for
you. And maybe not for the better. Nothing ventured.
Nothing gained. I want to do this. All my life
I've been whatever Daddy wanted me to be. I'm
tired of it. I want to take charge of my own
life and on my own path. T'vel, could you help
me? Could you help me be... More of, uh, what
do you call it? Myself. It would be unethical
for me to begin a counselor -patient relationship
with you in your current inebriated state. Starfleet
Medical requires you to be more cognizant before
agreeing to psychological treatments. No problem.
Tony, keep him coming. Hold on, love. First off...
All you're going to do is feel your bladder.
And secondly, if you are serious about this,
I can give you some vitamin injections, which
should help speed up sobriety. Would that be
sufficient, Counselor? I believe that would relieve
the ethical conundrum, Doctor. Oh, yes. I hate
coffee. Better not let the Captain hear you say
that. Let me make something perfectly clear to
you, Lieutenant. My work to assist you with your
personal issues is not a one -time or temporary
thing. I believe I can help you, and I will give
you my best efforts in this matter. It will be
a long process of hard work and it will take
time. I need you to be as committed to me and
this process as I will be to you during this
time. Is this something to which you are willing
and able to commit? I am. You may need to come
in multiple times a week for an indefinite amount
of time. Is that what you are willing to do?
I'm in this for the long haul. I'm committed.
When can we start? We still have time this evening
if you would like to start now after a brief
stop in sickbay. Let's do this. Before you go.
I would like to stress, what you have heard here
will need to remain a secret. Please, do not
share it with anyone or put it in your logs.
Are we clear? Of course, Commander. Yes, sir.
Well, Traeger, it looks like it's just you and
me. Actually, Mia, I will need to take a rain
check. I have something I need to attend to.
Oh, okay. Hey Tony, do you have anything stronger
to drink? I take it ladies' night is not going
as you wanted? Ladies' night isn't going. Who
am I kidding? I take it you had a group of ladies
you would hang out with back on the Intrepid?
Oh my, yes, we were together at least once a
week. It was great. Did you ladies all start
hanging out right away when you came on board?
Well... The group was existing already when I
came on board. So you didn't start the group?
No. The first officer who was in place before
Nick took over was one of the founding members
before she got command of the USS Ocasio-Cortez.
I miss those ladies. Let me give you a bit of
insight, Lieutenant. Many people on this ship
tend to be as solitary as an oyster. But you
can't expect overnight to have a group like you
did on the Intrepid. It's going to take time.
The fact that you got Commander Ch'rega to join
is a call of its own, so give it time. It will
happen. You really think so, Tony? I know so.
How about one for the road, then? Coming right
up. You dare show your face? You made things
perfectly clear the other night. What do you
care, you mangy petaQ? Your breath smells as
bad as your fur. Prepare to defend yourself.
Computer, bat lift. You had better be initiating
a mating ritual or I will see to it that you
are brought up on charges for striking a superior
officer. Would it really matter? You have made
your feelings known. Then you need to learn where
your place is. Just about do it, love. How do
you feel? Not as brain fussy as before. I'd say
about 80%. I should be okay. That's good. When
you two get done talking, I want you to get some
rack time. Yes, Doctor. Sounds like everything
is good to go. If she's at 80%. I'd say she's
competent to consent to treatment. What? Do you
say, Maysha? Are you willing to put in the kind
of work needed to get to the bottom of your issues?
Yes. I want to know where all these feelings
and emotions are coming from. That sounds sincere
enough to me. I concur. Thank you, Doctor. Come
with me, Maysha. Thank you, Dr. Flint. Well, that
nearly rivaled the stories of Kahless and Lukara.
You have done well, Commander. So this is a joke
to you? No, it's not. Of all the individuals
on this ship, you are the only one I was willing
to give my heart to. I am well aware of that,
but you changed things. What are you saying?
Yes. He does seem to be a bit of a boy scout.
Agreed. Then perhaps we should not see each other
anymore, since I am now your superior officer.
You have always been my superior. Your passion
is the dagger which has pierced my soul. You
speak like a poet. This is what you do to me.
We could always formalize our bonding. I'm sure
the captain would not deny it if we requested
it. You know that is not an option either. We've
spoken of this before. You would let your sense
of obligation come between us. Don't talk to
me like that. You know it's not an obligation
I relish. Or is it one I desire? But you have
no problem putting it ahead of the one thing
you do desire. Or the one person. I am not some
foolish maiden with stars in her eyes. You will
always have my heart. As long as I don't interfere
with your birthright. Just because it was easy
for you to forsake any allegiance to a house
doesn't mean we're all like you. I am supposed
to be leader of my family's house one day. Don't
think for a minute I want to put that ahead of
you. The fire in my soul burns there because
of you. Well then, if this is to be our last
night, let it be a night worthy of a whole...
Welcome to my home slash office lieutenant Let
me just slip into something more comfortable.
Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I've never
thrown up like that before. It's quite alright,
Lieutenant. Easily remedied. Feel free to look
around and make yourself comfortable. Oh. Wow,
this is really interesting. What is that? Your
weapon collection? I guess I never would have
pictured you as a sword collector. I know the
Lirpa is Vulcan, but I wasn't aware that swords
were part of Vulcan culture. They are not. That
is a Romulan sword. Really? Romulan? You collect
Romulan weapons too? In a manner of speaking.
My mother was a member of the Quwat Milat. Had
I chosen to follow her path? This would have
been my sword. Instead, she gifted it to me on
the day I graduated from the Academy. Shall we
take a seat and get started? So you are full
Romulan? My mother is, but my father is full
Vulcan. He is a Kolinahr Master. How do you identify
when you're equal parts of the two? Vulcan or
Romulan? Actually, there is a growing movement
on Vulcan who feel the planet belongs to both
groups now, and should not be named after either
group. They have started to refer to themselves
as the Children of Ni'Var. That's pretty. Does
it have any significant meaning? Ni'Var is the
Vulcan phrase which means two forms. It refers
to two sides of Vulcan's culture, Vulcan and
Romulan. Shall we begin? Sure. Where do we start?
First, I need you to know I'm going to record
our session so I can refer back to it later for
my report. You're the boss counselor? Computer.
Begin recording the session. Save it to my professional
files. Voice print to T'vel Tau Kappa 3584. Okay.
Let's begin, shall we? Please state your full
name, rank, and current assignment for the record.
My name is Maysha Baker, Lieutenant, and I'm currently
the chief engineer's assistant on the USS Resilience.
All right, great. First, let me say, for this
to work, you need to be devoted to the ideals
of absolute candor in this space. I will be candid
with you, and I expect the same thing in return.
Second, like I said earlier, this is not going
to be a quick fix. If you want results. You're
going to have to put in the work. There is no
mind melding, and now everything in your life
is perfect. This is to say, mind melds are not
out of the question, but they will not be our
primary way of working through this. You are
going to have to put in the work. Okay. What
would you like to know? Why don't you tell me
about your parents? Where were you born? And
how did you end up with... The Kilgallon family.
I was born on Orion. My parents were both killed
when I was little in a shuttle crash while they
were serving on the Maelstrom. After my parents
died, the Kilgallons took me in and raised me
as their own. Interesting. You said your parents
died and the Kilgallons raised you. What do
you remember of your parents? Honestly, I don't
have many memories. It seems like they were there
and then one day they were gone. I wish I had
more memories of them. How old were you at the
time? I believe I was four years old. Did you
receive any counselling when your parents died?
Not really. At least, not from the ship's counsellor.
I remember having a lot of mind -meld sessions
with Strahan. Really? At four years old? How
often did you and Straan have mind meld sessions?
Usually once a week after I went through puberty.
The mind melds were helping to suppress my Orion
pheromones from manifesting themselves and causing
problems. That is not how mind meld works. Pheromones
are a genetic function. Mind melds can help with
controlling emotions, but they... Cannot do anything
about genetics. Are you sure? My father was a
colonel master. His training helped him suppress
his emotions. But it did nothing to help with
his Bendy syndrome. Bendy is a genetic issue.
Mind melds could do nothing to stop it. I'm so
sorry. It is fine. He had a long and productive
life. What is the first thing you remember? How
far back do your memories go? I'm not exactly
sure. Probably coming home to the Kilgallons.
Maybe vague flashes of a couple who might be
my parents. I can't really tell who they are.
And why is that? This is going to sound strange,
but they don't have faces. It's kind of freaky.
When I see them in my dreams or memories, they
don't have faces. Are the memories good? Not
really. I was four when my parents died, so I
should have some memories of them, but I don't
even remember my parents telling me they loved
me. And that really makes a person feel disconnected.
It certainly can. It is the foundation of all
of the relationships in our lives. Does this
feeling of disconnectedness extend to other people
in your life? Do you feel isolated? In all...
Honesty sitting with you and the rest of the
girls at Tony's felt like the closest friends
I've had in years. I think part of it might have
been because of Commander Straan. He discouraged
me from expanding my circle to include others.
I know the two of you were very close, but even
for a Vulcan, he was not warm and inviting. Yeah,
and I know you two did not get off to a good
start. With me, he was sort of like a second
father, and definitely a mentor. He was there
to guide me, and he sacrificed to help me succeed.
Interesting. How would you say he sacrificed
so you could succeed? I don't know. I don't know
where I could have gotten that idea. He and I
have been on this ship for the last five years
together. And I've been his right hand the whole
time. There were a few times when people would
comment as if I were getting special treatment.
But I wasn't. We will figure this out, Maysha.
I think we can get to the bottom of this. I am
thinking we might want to start to do a mind
meld. It sounds like you are having some blockages
in your memories. We will need to tear them down
so you can come to terms with your past. If you
think it's best. I know you have done this before.
But I want you to really relax and let the outside
world fade away. The only thing you need to focus
on is the sound of my voice. I will do all the
work. I do not want you to try and help me. Why
not? Given how mind melts were used in your past,
you may inadvertently lead my probing to a place
where we will not... find the answers we need
okay that makes sense close your eyes let the
calmness wash over you relax your breathing and
focus as i gently place my hand on your face
oh are you okay yes i just I haven't felt a tingle
from a mind meld for a long time. Alright, quiet
please. Sorry. My mind to your mind. My thoughts
to your thoughts. Our thoughts are joining. Our
thoughts are one. May. The Kilgallons call you
Mae. Except for the Admiral. You were his little
leprechaun. Let us go back to see your earliest
memories. I'm feeling some resistance. Like there
is a chord. Pulling me away from the truth. I'm
not resisting. Yes, I can sense that. Please
relax. Fascinating. Your earliest memories are
just as you described them. But after a certain
point, they are normal and not disjointed. Even
stranger, though. There's a period where you're...
No memories? That does not seem right. Should
I be concerned? I would not be concerned at this
point. We are still early enough in the process
where we may be able to recover them. Well, there
is a familiar face. Maybe they have the answers
we need to find the key. What was he doing there?
I didn't know him back then. What are we going
to do? There is only one thing we can do, Lieutenant.
We need to see the captain. A guest for this
episode in order of appearance. Mark Hanson as
Admiral Michael Kilgallon. Jeff Welch as Captain
Nick Moore. Melody Gibson as Lieutenant Maysha.
Patty Knox as Commander Ch'rega Doth. Mark Douglas
S. as Lieutenant Commander Prow Vek. Clayton
Warden as Lieutenant Gazig. Mira Fay as Lieutenant
Mia Colt. Gareth Bowley as Tony. Faye Holliday
as Dr. Elizabeth Phillips. Stephanie Knox as
Lieutenant T'vel. Additional credits available
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