01x13 - All the World's a Stage

[bunniefuu]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

While you were delirious, you
muttered a word. "Protostar."

- Tell me everything you can.
- The ship, they took it.

Stole my daughter from me.

That doesn't sound
like Captain Chakotay.

Mm, memory loss.

Must be a side effect
of whatever trauma

- he experienced.
- Tell us, have you seen this man?

[coughs softly]

Yes.
He was taken prisoner,

but... but my mind is in pieces.

I... I can't remember.

[dramatic musical sting]
The mission! I have to save them!

[dark, ominous music]

[gasps]

The atrocities!

He's going
into post-neural shock.

- The intrusion!
- What is it? What's wrong?

[hypospray hisses]
[groans]

Enough questions.
He needs rest.

Admiral,
we found an empty escape pod

from the destroyed relay station.

Its log shows it was launched

- by Barniss Frex.
- Where is he?

Rescued by an unidentified vessel.

- We're tracking its warp signature.
- Find him.

Whomever stole the "Protostar"
did this to our guest

and destroyed that station.

This is no longer a rescue mission.
It's a manhunt.

[soft curious music]

DAL: Captain's Log.
Stardate . .

One minute, we were full
of hope to join Starfleet.

- We're ready?
- Then poof...

Yeah.

- that dream is dead...
- Let's go.

Because our ship
has a w*apon

that'll wipe the Federation
off the galactic map.

[sighs]

Pog's not used to a problem
he can't fix.

We tried phasers, transporters.

We can't get rid of it.
It just adapts.

Stupid futuristic weaponry.

Ahh! Ahh!

Thanks to Zero,
we know even opening a hail

to Starfleet
could infect their systems.

Despite this setback,

we decided as long
as we have the "Protostar,"

we can still help others,
which has led us

to a mysterious M-Class planet
in need of help.

Any updates on why
the distress signal was sent,

- Janeway?
- I'm in the dark.

There's a subspace
distortion field

interfering with our systems.

But I do detect life signs.

Then we should beam down
and see if we...

Who wants help
from a bunch of losers

who can't even help themselves?

As long as we keep
that thing below deck

far from Starfleet, we're good.
Now where's Rok?

- [grunting, whining]
- Come on, Murf.

- [cries]
- I know you're feeling bad,

but you gotta eat something.
I wish I knew what's wrong.

He's probably just
under the weather.

I'd venture more than
anything, he needs rest.

Why don't you stay here
with Murf?

We'll call if we need you.

- [whines]
- Thanks, guys.

Jankom's feeling
a tiny tickle in his throat.

Cough, cough, cough.

Maybe Pog will sit this one
out too.

Nice try.
You're coming with us.

[grunts]
Uh-oh.

[grumbles]

- Okay then, four to beam down.
- Be careful down there.

[adventurous music]

♪ ♪

Oh, oh!
Well, everything looks good.

No distress here,
so beam us back up, baby.

Was it just me,
or did the beamy part

- take longer than usual?
- Must be the interference.

I can barely get a reading.
[tricorder beeping]

Hm, two bio-signatures.

Hmm.
[tricorder beeps faster]

Ahh!
[mysterious music]

Just ahead.

[both scream]

- Look out!
- [groans]

[grunting]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, we come in peace!

Stand down, Sool'U.
Stand down.

It's a Star-Flight landing party.

- [groaning]
- They've finally arrived.

I am James'T.
This is Sool'U.

- Star-Flight?
- Uh...

Jankom knew this was a bad idea.

Excuse us a second.
Janeway.

I thought we were supposed to
keep our ship away from Starfleet.

- So why am I looking at them?
- That's impossible.

While Captains James T. Kirk
and Hikaru Sulu

are Starfleet legends,

no Federation ship's
been near this sector

in over years.

And there's no record
of First Contact.

- They're not Starfleet.
- You have answered The Call.

- Oh, you mean the distress call.
- The Call of En Son.

A day we feared would
never come, but you're here.

- Here at last.
- Indeed.

We must inform
the Star-Flight Command.

Live Logs and Proper.

Star-Flight.
Come in, Star-Flight.

Fed'ration has arrived.

- Hmm.
- [grunts]

Welcome,
my Fed'ration brethren,

to New Enda-Prize.

[bright music]

♪ ♪

Whoa, it's incredible.
It's them.

- Look.
- Captain.

Look, look!

- I... I... I can't believe it.
- Is it them?

- The prophecies were true.
- [sighs]

Live Logs and Proper.
Sir. Sir.

- Is this place for real?
- Real?

It's like they're playing
make-believe.

[grunts]

[growls]

[grunts]

[winces]

Actually,
I sense no deception from them.

Though a bit unorthodox,

they truly believe themselves
to be Starfleet.

Can you believe
these dum-dums?

Playing dress up,
pretending to be Federation?

Yeah, who are they fooling?
[laughs nervously]

- Did you find our missing cadet?
- No, my good Dr. Boons.

But look.
Star-Flight has come to aid us.

They are Star-Flight?

Well, they answered The Call.
You must hear the Logs.

We've stayed prepared
and kept them word-for-word,

just as our forefathers did.

Sool'U, we must play the Logs!
Everyone, to the Bridge!

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Aye.

[people muttering excitedly]

[whistles]

Captain's Log.
Stardate: many moons ago.

A great ship
flew through the cosmos,

bearing heroes of legend.

ENDERPRIZIANS:
Heroes of legend.

[crunching]

Among them,
James'T the Warrior,

for whom I was named,

and Sprok, well-known
for his words so wise.

- Most illogical.
- But then...

[gong echoes]
They found...

[alarm blaring]
our world.

[gongs banging]

[in Scottish accent]
There are people below

who need us,
but we cannot intervene.

They would need a hero.

- Me!
- Me!

- Me!
- Me!

A miracle worker.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[device chirps]

I am En Son of Star-Flight
Enda-Prize,

Bearer of Crimson,
bravest among us.

- I will go to save them.
- What now? Who's this guy?

En Son fell from the stars,

bringing gifts of knowledge
and wonder with him.

He offered a way of peace.

The way of Star-Flight.

But he also brought a warning.

A great evil
has followed me here.

Do not enter the woods
where it lurks

or your land will be cursed
by The Gallows!

[thunderous booming]
[gasps] The Gallows!

[all gasp]

- The Gallows.
- The Gallows?

A few foolish warriors
doubted En Son's warning

and went to face The Gallows...

- [growling]
- Ahh!

- But no one... ever returned.
- Oh, no!

[audience whispering in concern]

- [coughs]
- A sickness came to our village.

Proof we should have listened.

En Son spent
his final months here

teaching us what he could

so we might survive the curse
when he was gone.

And with his final breath,

En Son promised that one day...

[all gasp]

Star-Flight will come
and rid us of the evil.

These are my dying words.

[choking]
[all gasp]

- Oh.
- [crunching]

♪ ♪

For generations, we've waited.

But now the day has come.
[applause]

- You have arrived!
- Uh...

Dal, where are you going?

If these people
sent a distress signal,

- they obviously need our help.
- Do they?

Clearly, some Starfleet guy
landed here a hundred years ago

and they weren't ready
for First Contact.

These people are living a lie
and don't even know it.

Just like us.

[beep]

[gasps]
[hushed whispering]

[weakly]
The Gallows.

[Enderprizians gasp]

[coughing]

- [gasps] Cadet Huur'A.
- I saw it.

[breathes heavily]

This is not part of the play.

I saw it.
I saw The Gallows.

It had two glowing eyes,
roaring smoke,

- breathing fire and death.
- Okay, Pog's heard enough.

Adventure's over.
Back to the ship we go.

- We're not going anywhere.
- May I ask what is afflicting her?

Didn't you hear, man?
The Gallows!

The curse
that poisons our land.

- But... curses aren't real.
- That looks real to me.

What... what is that?

[gasps]

Oh, no.

[tricorder beeping]

[winces] What?
It can't be real.

- Get it off of me.
- I'm afraid it's quite real.

But with all this interference,
I cannot determine the cause.

'Cause it's evil!
That's why.

- 'Cause it's evil!
- I could synthesize a cure,

but not without knowing
the illness I'm curing.

We must go to the source.

We need to find The Gallows.

[roaring]

[gurgling]

This won't hurt.
I just need one little sample.

[cries]
Ew! Now what's happening?

What's wrong, Murf?

[sighs]
What's happening to you?

Gwyn to Rok-Tahk and Janeway.
We have a dire situation.

We're here. Report.

We need you, Rok,
to bring down EV suits

and medical supplies STAT.

- What's wrong?
- It's Dal.

- Hurry!
- Now Dal is sick?

[sighs]
I'm on my way.

Janeway, take good care of Murf.

[coos sadly]
Of course. I'll do what I can.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

There must be a
scientific explanation, right?

That's what we're here
to find out.

Stay close, kid.
There's curses.

Why didn't you heed
En Son's warnings?

[winces]
I believe in Star-Flight,

and Son told us
to bravely explore

- to help the helpless.
- [sighs] I know.

You made Star-Flight proud.

[beeping]
Ugh.

Z, have you ever synthesized
an antidote?

No, but I've skimmed the manual.

Great, my survival's riding
on chasing down a curse,

and my doctor's making it up
on the fly.

I sense you are afraid, but I
am doing everything in my power.

Lashing out will not improve
your situation.

- Try to relax.
- Relax?

My skin's itching like...

[spits]
What are we doing here?!

None of us are Starfleet
and people are really sick.

Why did we think we could help?

We're just as crazy as...

[gasps, sighs]

That feels nice.

Wood Leech.
When the sickness began,

we found their secretions

reduce the angiodemic
immune response.

[sighs] I know
what you must think of us...

our facility's poor,

our knowledge
woefully incomplete.

En Son told my ancestors
of your Prime Directive,

how we weren't ready
for your technology or ideas.

We know we're not Star-Flight,
but you don't need a real ship

to believe in what it stands for.

What about you?
Do you believe, Dal R'El?

[contemplative music]

♪ ♪

Look at the dead trees.

Whatever's poisoning
the land, it's close.

- [roaring]
- [whimpering] What was that?

Even I'm beginning to worry.

[all gasp]

[suspenseful music]

Oh, so... so... so
this is where she saw the...

Oh, no! Uh, why are
we walking towards it?

Jankom Pog is afraid!

I've learned never
to fear the truth.

♪ ♪

[rumbling]

[roaring]

[booming]
Ahh!

[rumbling]

Ahh, ahh...ahh?

[all scream]

- [grunts]
- [sighs]

[growling, gurgling]

It's The Gallows!

[EV flashlight beeps]
[roaring]

Not Gallows.
"Galileo."

- It's not just a legend.
- [laughs]

What's a rd century
class F shuttlecraft

- doing down here?
- I can't get a reading.

There's too much
subspatial interference.

[gasps] Like the kind you get
from a broken warp engine.

Oh! It's leaking plasma?
Great!

[bubbling, whooshing]

Ahh, ahh!

[rumbling]

[rocks cracking]

[groans]

This thing's been leaking
for a hundred years.

These are dilithium crystals.

The shuttle plasma
must be chain-reacting

with expl*sive minerals
in the rock.

That's what's poisoning
the land.

Gwyn to Zero. We found
the cause of the sickness.

[feedback static] Hello?
Do you read me?

It won't be able to get through.

[gasps] This is what's causing
the subspatial interference.

We have to get through.
Zero can't make an antidote

unless they know
what's making them sick.

Jankom's been studying his share

of rd century Starfleet ships,

and that tin can is equipped
with a duotronic comm relay.

If anyone steps foot
on this shuttle and it falls,

this entire place blows.

And honestly, if we come across
one more thing Pog can't fix,

then Pog can't call himself
an engineer.

- Jankom, what are you doing?
- If this thing goes sideways,

promise me a royal...

[grunts]
tellarite...

[grunting]
funeral!

[laughs]

[dramatic music]

- But what about your tools?
- They're all up here.

[panting]

♪ ♪

[groaning]
[beeping]

- Stay with me, Dal.
- [panting]

Zero, we're losing them.

[beeping]

Jankom to "Protostar."
Zero? Anybody?

Am I holding the right button?

Mr. Pog? Is that you?

[stammering]
We're trapped in a cave,

surrounded by dilithium.
We have toxic runoff!

We don't have much time.
There's plasma everywhere.

Dilithium reaction. Toxic
runoff from shuttle plasma.

That should be enough
to synthesize an antidote.

[suspenseful music]

The antidote's ready.
Quickly!

[hypospray hisses]
[gasps]

♪ ♪

[gasps]
I don't know what I'm doing!

I mean, I'm alive!

- Dal!
- What's going on?

- Are you okay?
- The roof's coming down.

Oh, we won't last much longer!

- Get us outta here!
- Janeway!

Beam them out of there now!

Can't get a lock from here.

We need to be closer
to get a read on them,

but being that close
to the distortion radius

will knock out our autopilot
and yours truly.

So we'd have to fly in manually?

We're down three crew members.

[inhales shakily]

Hmm, maybe not.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[all gasp]

- Wow.
- My, my.

- Welcome to the USS "Protostar."
- Are you sure about this?

They want to be Starfleet.
But can they command a starship?

Trust me.
You just have to believe.

♪ ♪

[console beeps]

♪ ♪

[chair beeps]

They're a bit retro.
Got anything more old school?

Computer, load Constitution
class holo-console,

mid- rd century.

Translate command inputs
to the "Protostar's" helm.

♪ ♪

- Ho, ho.
- Whoa.

- Incredible.
- This I know.

Amazing.

♪ ♪

I can work with this.

Let's go get our friends
out of that cave.

- Impulse power.
- Aye, aye, Captain.

Pulse power.

[engine roars]

♪ ♪

It's starting to collapse!
Get into the shuttle!

[all grunting]

[scraping]

[beeping]
This is Ensign Garrovick

of the USS "Enterprise."

This'll be my final call
to Starfleet...

[audio cutting out]
...hoping you'll come,

though I've long given up
that anyone'll hear it.

[chuckles]
Hope's a funny thing, isn't it?

I tried to do my duty,

salvaged what I could
from the wreck,

went to save the locals
from the danger.

- Shields up.
- Before I fell to my injuries.

But then, they welcomed me,
healed me,

gave me hope when I had none.

In the end, they were
the ones who saved me.

♪ ♪

[all scream]

Whoa!

[all screaming]

♪ ♪

- Beam them up.
- Locking on.

- Whoa!
- Ahh!

[bubbling, whooshing]

[alarm blaring]

Get us outta here.

♪ ♪

[expl*si*n]

[triumphant music]

♪ ♪

[all cheering]

♪ ♪

Captain's Log, Supplemental.

People can surprise you
sometimes.

[cheers and applause]

It seems we met a new chapter
of Starfleet after all.

Sure,
they got a few things wrong,

but they got a few things right.

[cheers and applause]

[all grunting]

Janeway says the rules about
Second Contact

are a bit fuzzy,

so it's up to them
on how they wanna evolve.

[rocks rumbling]

If these Enderprizians
can do so much

without even a ship
to call their own,

maybe we can too.

Look out!
[device humming]

[audience gasps]

[cheers and applause]
[gasps]

If we can't take the ship
to Starfleet,

we'll find another way

without the "Protostar."

♪ ♪

♪ Murf ♪

Feeling better, buddy?
Murf?

Whoa.

[cooing]

[light bright music]

Murf?

[squeals]
What's happening to you?

[bubbling]

[gasps]

♪ ♪