01x18 - Mindwalk

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- Oh, no.
- Oh, dear.

Someone turn us around!

We can't!
We're locked out!

Their Construct's
taken over the ship.

It used me.

I... I had no control!

The Construct made me
try to stop you.

I... I didn't know!

We can deal
with Janeway later.

Right now, we have
a bigger problem

that's only getting bigger.

I can't be here.

If I don't know
what you're doing,

I can't sabotage you anymore.

Janeway, don't leave!

The "Dauntless"
is hailing us!

Uh, do not answer that call!

The w*apon won't go off
if we don't connect.

Unless they board us.

We can't let them
take this ship.

We're not just locked out.

Our warp drive's powering up!

Our ship is trying to run away!

Red alert.

Admiral Janeway,
report to the bridge.

The admiral isn't answering
her com badge, Commander.

Where is she?
I need her here now!

I advise
getting rid of the admiral

by throwing her out
of an airlock.

An admiral's absence

would certainly bring
unwanted attention.

She'll be out
for a few hours.

I'll move her com badge
to her quarters

and say she asked
not to be disturbed.

Drednok, find a way to erase
all data of this event.

We will complete the mission.

Follow that ship.
Maximum warp!

Can we get any closer?

I could close the gap

if we reroute power
from the quantum slip stream.

Then we can merge
our warp fields

and lock onto their course.

If they engage
their Pro to-Warp engine,

we'll be torn apart!

Their Pro to-Drive is offline.

Commander, the admiral doesn't
want us to lose that ship.

Asencia's right.

Merge warp bubbles
so they can't escape.

How interesting!

The "Dauntless" has merged
their warp bubble into ours.

Well, at least
they aren't sh**ting at us... oh!

Aah! Ooh!

And now they're sh**ting at us.

They're trying to take out
our shields to board us.

Ugh, if we could
just talk to them!

Opening comms
will infect their ship.

We must find another way.

What if we reconfigure
the deflector

to emit a phased tachyon pulse
to communicate the...

Yeah, sure! Why not?

Beep, boop! Beep, boop!

Jankom doesn't know
how to do that.

Aw.

Zero, you're a telepath.

Can you reach the admiral
at this distance?

If I had my hive mind,
perhaps,

but my telepathy alone
isn't strong enough.

Dal could be your hive mind!

He read Okona's thoughts,
remember?

- Huh.
- She's right!

Dal's genes have
telepathic DNA.

If we work together,
we could reach the...

Great!

I love trying new things,
but let's do it fast.

What do I do?

Close your eyes
and reach out with your mind.

You must relax!

Oh, sure.

No problem.

Just relax.

Imagine yourself
crossing the void of space

to the admiral's ship.

Follow my voice.

Follow my mind.

Focus on Admiral Janeway.

Make contact with her.

Aah!

What is this thing?

What's going on?

What's wrong with my voice?

- Uh, well...
- I know you.

You're Gwyn, and Zero,
and Rok-Tahk.

Wait, how did I get on
to the "Protostar"?

- You're not making any sense.
- Uh...

Did you reach the admiral
or not?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He didn't read her mind!

He lost his mind!

Indeed. This is not Dal.

Of course not!

I'm Admiral Janeway.

- Huh?
- What?

Uh, there's got to be
a scientific explanation.

I don't know.

When we established a
telepathic link to the admiral,

Dal's neural patterns have
somehow swapped with hers.

Impossible.

If the admiral's mind
is in Dal's body,

then Dal must be...

uh-oh.

Hello?

Why does my voice sound weird?

Oh! Aah!

I must have blacked out!

Oh, I'm dreaming!

Just... just...
Just gotta wake up.

Ouch! Super not dreaming.

All right,
all right, all right.

I just need to relax.

Uh, psst, Zero!

Can you hear me, Z?

Mm.

Admiral, there you are.

Hello...

Starfleet person.

I am the admiral obviously.

Thank you
for your service during...

Ah, red alert.

Hmm...

Zero, come in!

Please!

Commander,
I found the admiral.

Beam her to the bridge
at once.

No, let's not!

Wait...

Admiral Janeway.

You're... here.

Yes, I am.

Nice to see ya.

Admiral.

I'm Admiral Janeway.
I can do this.

Oh!

A few more phaser volleys
should knock out their shields.

Whoa! Stop f*ring!

Uh, cease! Quit it!

But Admiral,
those were your orders.

I changed my mind.

Not in a weird way,
but a totally normal way.

I can change my mind.

Uh, understood.
We'll end our pursuit.

Wait, don't do that either!

I don't want
to lose my body...

of work
that is the "Protostar."

So you do want
to board their ship?

I mean, let's see
where they're going first.

Then, pew pew pew?

You heard the admiral.

As your doctor, I order you
to drink this coffee.

Get it together!

Ugh!

How does she drink this stuff?

This is why
you haven't answered our hails.

To protect us.

All we want
is to return the ship.

Hmm...

When I was a cadet,

I learned that a good officer
keeps an open mind.

I made quite a few assumptions
about you,

and they were all wrong.

Does that mean
you'll help us?

Yes,
but the only way I can help

is if I return to my ship
and body.

So how do we fix this?

Ideas?

Dal's human genome
has been spliced

with 26 different species.

Rok and I believe his
telepathic link was h*jacked

by another gene
in his augmented DNA.

Dal's an augment?

Zero and me think

that Dal's Organian DNA
caused the body swap.

I'm in Dal's body
with his DNA,

which means I should be able
to reverse the mind swap.

But how?

Follow my voice.

Follow my mind.

Dal?

Sorry.

- Still the admiral.
- Oh, dear.

There must be another variable
we haven't accounted for.

We need to find it fast.

You wanted to speak to me,
Admiral?

Sorry.
What's your name again?

Asencia.

Ensign Asencia.

Is there any way to call them
without using comms?

You don't remember
our discussion?

Hmm...

We can't contact them

unless they answer a hail
or we go aboard.

Ah, right.

That was a test! Good work!

Admiral,
my medical scan picked up

faint cellular damage
in your cerebral cortex.

Your brainwaves...

What? Oh, that's crazy!

My... my brains are fine.

I'm just busy thinking
real hard, that's all.

Yes.
I... I'd like to run more tests.

Yeah, yeah... yeah,
after I take a nap.

You can run
all the tests you want

when I feel like myself again.

You, antennas,
you're in charge.

Everyone else,
keep doing an awesome job.

Teamwork makes the dream work!

Sir, I've mapped
the "Pro to star's" course

heading to a restricted sector
near Gamma Serpent is.

That puts them
awfully close to the heart

of Federation space.

If there's a w*apon
on their ship,

can we really stop them alone?

I'll notify Starfleet Command
and request

all ships to that vector.

Whoever locked these controls

must know the ship inside
and out.

They told me what you did.

I'd be hard on you,
but I already know

how hard you are on yourself.

After what I did, Dal,

deactivating felt like
the easy way out.

Sounds like something I'd do.

It's me, Vice Admiral Janeway.

Just in Dal's body.

I wish I could explain.

Prove it.

Remember what Dad said
when I spilled Phoebe's paints

on the floor
but blamed it on the dog?

Come on, Kate.

Make something great
out of that mess.

It's really you!

I mean, me! How?

Dal tried to use telepathy
to contact me,

but we swapped neural patterns.

Sounds like something
Dal would do.

The crew's working on a fix.

In the meantime,
maybe you and I

can stop that thing before
we reach wherever we're going.

The Construct
has full control.

We can't restore access
without authorization.

Admiral-level
security clearance

won't let me restore control
of this ship,

but I can restore you.

Since you're
a nonessential program,

we can purge
the Construct's influence.

I'm rebuilding
your corrupted files.

Might sting a bit.

Oh!
It's all coming back!

I remember the first
"Protostar" crew led by...

Chakotay.

What happened to him?

Mayday! Mayday!

The "Protostar" sustained
heavy damage after passing

through a temporal anomaly.

Captain,
send out the warning.

We're being boarded.

Is he... are they?

- I don't know.
- Admiral Da...

I mean, Admir-Dal?

Yes, Rok? What is it?

We found a way
to get you back!

Glad to hear it.

I'm on my way. Coming?

Yeah.

Let's make something great
out of this mess.

Before they were
non-corporeal,

ancient Organians
would transfer consciousness

into other bodies
through physical touch.

But Dal and I
weren't touching.

Except you sort of were.

When the "Dauntless" phasers
hit our ship,

the energy transfer
created a link.

So we need to recreate
the conduit to swap them back.

Dal has to fire on the
"Protostar" again.

If we lose shields,
the Diviner takes our ship.

And locked controls means
no beaming or shuttles!

So Dal and the Admiral
need to go...

Out there.

You mean you want me
to exit a Starship,

go to the middle
of a warp bubble,

and make physical contact
with my own body?

Listen, I was once
transformed into a salamander.

Nothing can be
as difficult as that.

Let's do it.

Hmm.

Hey, look.
Murf spotted something.

It's Dal!

But what is he doing?

He's getting our attention!

He's using Morse code. S-O-S.

Oh, we could use it
to tell him our plan!

Uh, Jankom
is pretty sure those are

the only letters Dal learned.

I have an idea.

It's a little game from
my planet called "Charades."

Ooh! A game!

They need to stop
moving around!

It's a message!

You two are dancing.

Oh, this is going to haunt me.

Wait!

You want me to fly outside?

Leave the ship
and go out there?

We... uh, high five.

No! Touch.
Touch hands!

Ugh!

Leave the ship,
touch hands, swap bodies.

Oh, that's it!

Yes!

Admiral, what are you doing?

Oh, just keeping the old body
in tip top shape, you know?

Ah!

Admiral,
let's get you to sickbay.

Admiral coming through!

- Oh!
- Oh!

Don't you know who I am?

No. No, we do not.

Snug as a bug, Admir-Dal.

You're going to make a great
science officer someday.

Mm!

Thanks for giving us
a chance.

If we're lucky enough
to get in to Starfleet,

maybe we'll see you around.

I know Dal would love it
more than anyone.

- What is it?
- Ugh.

Gwyn, Dal's an augment.

Starfleet outlawed augments
after the Eugenics Wars.

He'll never be allowed in.

Shouldn't Dal be floating
in space towards us

right about now?

They said it was
for your safety.

Diviner?

It was only a matter of time
before you learned who I was.

You must think
I'm a monster, Admiral.

For most of my life,

Starfleet has been
my sworn enemy.

The villains
who destroyed my world.

Your kindness was unexpected,

but I have a mission
to complete.

The Federation's destruction
will bring my people salvation,

which is why I must do this.

I save your life
as you saved mine.

And I have one request.

Should my mission fail,
please protect my daughter.

You know, I get it.

I'd do anything for Gwyn too.

She was acting so strangely.

Ugh!

I'm at the wrong end
of the ship.

Well, there's no going back.

Um, the Admiral's
on the hull.

- Beam her back!
- We can't!

The merged warp field's causing
too much spatial distortion.

Well, then get me
some options

before she burns alive.

- Aye, Commander.
- Ha!

She's endangering the lives
of everyone aboard this ship.

Here goes nothing.

Relax, relax, relax,
relax, relax, relax, relax.

Ugh! Oh!

No, Dal!

Jankom, get ready
to short the aft shields

for just a few seconds.

You got it.
Let's hope they don't notice.

- You're up, Admiral.
- Try not to look down.

- Or to the side. Or up. Or...
- I've got it.

Not my first rodeo.

What's a rodeo?

When I get back,
I'm going to fix this.

And I'll make sure
you all get a fair shake

once we're out of this mess.

Admiral, thanks
for the memories.

Murf. Let's go.

Help!
I'm being tractor beamed!

Murph, stretch
as far as you can.

I need to create a conduit.

Oh! Uh-uh, uh-uh! Uh-uh!

Might sting a bit.

Oh, Murfy!
You wonderful, slimy thing!

Ah, am I glad to see you, bud.

Ha-ha!

Don't need to be a telepath
to know that's Dal.

Good to have you back, Dal.

Ha, you have no idea.

Uh-oh.

We're dropping out of warp.

But where have we landed?

Uh, guys?

Federation space.

And that's one heck
of a welcome party.

I'm glad the
admiral's on our side.

Yeah. About that.

Ugh!

I was right.

Stings quite a bit.

Oh, no.