I'll check it out.
Say good-bye to Porthos.
Good luck.
Maybe I'll see you around.You'll win in eight moves.
You're really starting to get a feel for the game.
32 pieces, 64 squares...
It's not as if it's difficult.
The total number of possible outcomes is limited.
Ten to the 123rd power.
That's what I mean.
Chess is so predictable,
I'm surprised anyone bothers to play it.
Their average life span's
only about a hundred years.
There's not enough time to play all the possible games.
What a waste. Careful.
No emotional involvement.
I know the rules:
observation without interference.
Hmm.
You'll win in five moves.
I'm the ship's champion.
I win all the tournaments.
How do you think they'll react
to what's on this planet?
Well, that's what we're here to find out,
but in my experience, all physical species are alike.
I don't expect humans will be any different.
Do you think our hosts will die tonight?
It's possible.
For some of the species that have come here,
I've seen the whole crew die. For others, only a few.
But somebody always dies.
Always.
Your move.
[sighs]
It's been a long road
Getting from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally near
And I will see my dream
come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna
hold me down no more
No, they're not
gonna change my mind
'Cause I've got faith
of the heart
I'm going where my heart
will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength
of the soul
No one's gonna bend
or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got, I've got
I've got faith
Faith of the heart.
I can't wait to get back.
Two days ago, you couldn't wait to get off the ship.
Sifting through a Klingon garbage dump--
not my idea of "exploring
strange new worlds."
Getting tired of exploration, Ensign?
All the planets starting to look alike?
Not a chance, sir.
I didn't think so. [coughing]
Oh, I feel like I'm still breathing dirt.
Shuttlepod One to Enterprise.
Welcome back.
How did your "treasure hunt" turn out?
Oh, nothing worth bringing home.
The Klingons must've been here years ago.
All they left was an old power cell
and a bunch of empty ration packs.
And a latrine.
Yeah.
A long hot shower's looking
pretty good.
Shuttlepod One out.
[coughing]
Commander?
What-what's wrong?!
Take over...
Got to dock...
[hacking coughs]
Shuttlepod One to Enterprise.
I have a medical emergency. [Tucker hacking]
Commander Tucker's collapsed.
Can you bring the shuttlepod in?
Yes, sir...
at least in simulations.
Slow and steady, Ensign.
I'll see you in Decon.
Understood.
Call Phlox.
Trip, how you feeling?
[sighs]
Like I've been gut-punched by a Tellarite...
Doctor, should we start with the bio-gel?
Not until we know what we're dealing with.
The three other landing parties returned
from the surface with no ill effects.
We need to check out the shuttlepod, too,
see if any of its environmental systems were at fault.
Well, I can do that, Captain. I should've thought
of that myself. Stay where you are, Trip.
Phlox needs blood samples.
Here's the medkits.
[coughing]
Hoshi... what is it?
Before Commander Tucker passed out,
he started coughing. Are you feeling any other symptoms?
[retching]
I'm going to guess that's a yes.
I'll prepare anti-nausea medication.
You get me those blood samples,
hmm, as soon as you can.
Anything?
Well, whatever's afflicting them,
it's not showing up on the standard scans.
That doesn't sound good.
It's not.
I studied your report on
how the Klingons reacted to the infection.
Their response was typical
for a species at their level of development.
The Klingon commander didn't let
his landing party back on his ship.
Your point?
Captain Archer did.
Captain Archer's done nothing
different from the Klingons.