compassion...
you've never witnessed that before.
In time, we'll study other humans.
There's another way.
Experience compassion for yourself.
You want to know
what it means to be human,
you need to do more than observe.
Archer to the Bridge.
T'Pol. Go ahead.
You wanted to know when Trip was awake.
Yes.
Well, you'd better get down here
because he's talking up a storm, and so is Hoshi.
Captain, Hoshi's... You, too, Phlox.
Maybe one of you can tell me what the hell just happened.
You're all completely free of the virus.
It has to have been a delayed reaction
to Commander Tucker's radiation treatment,
but how it spilled over to you and Hoshi...
I have no explanation.
Obviously, the pathogen's behavior
is more unpredictable than we assumed.
I'm sure someone at Starfleet Medical
will figure it out, but for now,
we're going to leave a warning beacon in orbit here
and make sure what happened to us...
never happens to anyone again.
You realize the consequences of what we've done.
We will never be able to observe
another species encounter this virus.
Good.
I'm looking forward to making my first report.
After 10,000 years, the rules need to change.
These humans have not been a good influence on you.
I would not encourage further encounters.
I don't think we can avoid them.
I'm going to recommend that we start preparations
for an Official First Contact mission.
Indeed.
At the rate they're progressing,
that'd barely give us 5,000 years to prepare.
Then we'd better get started.[groans]
Bridge to Engineering.
Engineering, respond!
This is the warship Kumari calling Imperial Command.
We've been attacked by a Tellarite vessel!
Primary systems have failed!
Request immediate...
Alert.
Warp containment breach
in two minutes.
Tellarite swine!
They'll pay for this.
This is Shran.
All crew to the escape pods!
Abandon ship.
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.
The food on this ship isn't fit for animals!
That mangy pet of yours would probably taste better.
You can either take me home or find a new chef--
it's that simple.
Oh, something else: I want new quarters.
Is that so.
For one thing, my room is too small;
there are plasma conduits running across the ceiling.
It's noisy!
It keeps me up all night.
Maybe you'd sleep better in the cargo bay.
What did you say to me?
This is a starship, not a luxury liner.
If you're not satisfied with the accommodations,
we can leave you behind in a shuttlepod.
Maybe you'll have better luck
with whoever picks you up!
And if you don't like Chef's food,
don't eat it.
From the looks of things, you should probably
skip the dessert table while you're at it!
That was a nice touch.
[sighs]
[laughing]
I can't believe I'm supposed to speak to their ambassador like that.
Tellarites always have a litany of complaints.
It's how they start arguments
with people they've just met.
Even if they have nothing to complain about?
In that case, they'll just insult you.
Whatever they say, you have to respond in kind.
Otherwise, they'll take offense. [wry laugh]
A species that actually thrives on arguing.
They probably make good politicians.
Thanks for the dry run.
Sir...
I wasn't kidding about Porthos.
You think he's mangy?
No... but you might want to keep him out of sight.
Tellarites consider canines
something of a, uh...