awkward.
I mean, you're married.
I know you did it
to help your mother, but...
It's gonna take me
a little time to adjust.
I'm still adjusting
to it myself.
This is going
to sound strange, but, um...
as tough as it was watching you
go through with the ceremony...
I was proud of you
for what you did.
Yep, I guess
it's probably for the best.
What do you mean?
Come on.
It's not like we would have made
an ideal couple.
A Vulcan
and a human?
Romeo and Juliet probably stood
a better chance.
A subspace
distortion--
0.4 light-years.
There's no sign
of a warp trail.
They might have concealed
their engine emissions.
Engineering to bridge.
Go ahead.
I think we've found him, Captain.
You don't sound 100 percent sure.
Well, it's the best we've got.
Send the coordinates
to Mr. Mayweather.
Lay in a pursuit course,
maximum warp.
I don't have a lot of time.
The aft launcher's still off-line,
and Father wants me to fix...
You won't have to answer
to him any longer.
I'm taking command.
You can't.
I've already spoken
with everyone on the bridge.
They're behind me.
But I need to know where you stand.
You helped me before.
That was different.
This is our father.
He may have raised us, but that doesn't make him our father.
He'll never be one of us.
Don't do this to him.
He's given me no choice.
I have a plan to protect us from Starfleet
and the Klingons, and he won't even consider it.
Do you know what he's doing
with the embryos?
He's altering
their genome--
making them weak
and docile,
like ordinary humans.
That's not true. Go to his lab;
talk to him yourself.
I know how much he means to you.
I have feelings for him, too.
He'll be treated with respect.
You have my word.
Are you with me?
Father, please come with us.
Persis?
Four of you to subdue me?
The crew is united behind me.
Is that so?
There's no time for this. You all
have work to do. Don't make this more difficult
than it needs to be.
And if I refuse, are you going to kill me?
No one else has to die.
What about the millions
you plan to kill with that bioweapon?
Please, Father.
There's no other way.
Lock him in his quarters.
A Klingon battle cruiser, point-three light-years away.
They're on an intercept course.
Archer to Engineering.
Is there a problem
with the camouflage?
Not that I can see.
Our Klingon warp signature's
holding steady.
They'll be in visual range
in less than two minutes.
The universal translator--
did you update the database?
It's been programmed
with seven Klingon dialects.
Let's hope this guy
speaks one of them.
Open a channel.
Attention, cruiser.
If you come any closer
to my ship, you'll be fired upon.
Who is this?
My name isn't your concern.
You've entered restricted space.
Drop out of warp,
and prepare for inspection.
The last time I checked, this was
still Klingon territory.
No ship is allowed to pass
through this system without authorization--
on the orders of Governor Klag!
I don't take orders
from a mere governor.
We're on important business
for the High Council.
What sort of business?
That matter is classified.
I'm not detecting a Council
transponder signal.
Perhaps you forgot
to activate it.
You expect me
to turn on a transponder...
d let every ship in the area know that...
we have the Chancellor on board?
Chancellor M'Rek
is on your ship?
He had important negotiations
with the Orions.
We're taking him back to Kronos.
The Orions.
( laughter )
I've heard rumors of his "negotiations"
with their females.
Tell me... is it true
what they say about them?
If I were you,
I wouldn't be making allegations
about Chancellor M'Rek
over an unsecure channel!
I... meant no insult...
I'm sure you didn't.
It would be best if you made no mention of this
to your superiors...
or you might find yourself
commanding a garbage scow.
Understood.
We're honored to have
the Chancellor in our system. Qapla'.
Qapla'!
( com beeps off )
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