delicacy.
Captain's Starlog, November 12, 2154.
We've arrived in orbit of Tellar Prime.
Starfleet's ordered us to transport their ambassador
to a neutral planet designated as "Babel,"
where Earth mediators will try to settle a long-standing trade dispute
between the Tellarites and the Andorians.
Everything ready for our guests?
Oh, just about.
But my people are working triple shifts
trying to finish that mud bath they wanted. Mud bath?!
Apparently, the ambassador
likes a good soak in the morning.
Something I don't understand--
these Tellarites have warp ships,
so why do we have to take them to the conference?
Babel's on the far side of Andorian space.
They won't allow Tellarite ships
to pass through their territory.
Now we're a shuttle service.
When are we going to get back to exploring?
This trade dispute is a little more urgent.
It could turn into a shooting war,
if the conference fails.
You people are even uglier
than I remember.
Captain Jonathan Archer.
Welcome aboard.
Ambassador Gral.
[grunts]
I'm told this ship is the pride of Starfleet.
I find it small and unimpressive.
Funny...
I was about to say the same thing
about you.
[laughing]
You may show us to our quarters.
It's far too cold in here.
We're expected to stay on this ship for five days?!
[laughs]
So he says, "Well, I'm not really a pilot."
[laughs]
Ah, you don't get it.
Warm enough?
The ambassador requested the temperature be increased.
Again?
Yeah, I like these people more than I thought I would.
They don't hold anything back.
It's refreshing, speaking your mind for a change.
You don't feel free to speak
your mind with the rest of us?
Oh, you know what I mean.
No... maybe you'd like to explain it to me.
Why don't you change your uniform
before you stink up the place.
Ah, practicing your Tellarite.
I get it.
When in Rome...
I beg your pardon?
Forget it.
The ambassador wants to speak with you.
What a surprise.
Have we crossed into Andorian space?
A few minutes ago.
The last time I was here,
I was on the command deck of one of our cruisers...
driving those blue demons
back into their territory.
The Andorians came to your aid
during the Xindi crisis.
They helped save my planet.
So why should we trust humans
to mediate this dispute?
You owe them your lives.
Earth wants a peaceful outcome just as much as you do.
That isn't going to happen if we choose sides.
Your people have no experience in interstellar affairs!
It doesn't seem
that you have a lot of other options.
Your chef obviously went to a great deal of trouble.
I'm told these are authentic Tellarite dishes.
Hmm!
If I'd wanted to eat like this,
I would've stayed at home!
I was expecting to sample
Earth cuisine on this journey.
I'll have him whip something up.
Ah!
[com beeps]
Captain Archer to the bridge.
We've picked up a message
on an Andorian channel.
... mari calling Imperial Command.
We've been attacked
...systems have failed!
Request immediate...
That's it.
They have no ships within range.
How long to intercept them
at maximum warp?
Two hours.
Alter course.
Contact Babel. Let them know
we're going to be delayed.
Judging by the debris pattern,
I'd say their reactor breached.
I'm detecting significant quantities
of duranium alloy.
This was most likely an Andorian combat vessel.
Escape pods.
Multiple bio-signs.
Bring them into the launch bay.
Tell Phlox to stand by for casualties.
This would be easier
if you'd take a few steps back.
I hope you've studied Andorian physiology.
[door opening]
How many of my crew did you rescue?
Nineteen.
Our complement was 86.
Your distress call said you were attacked.
Tellarites.
We were escorting our ambassador
to the trade conference when they dropped out of warp.
The ambassador's ship was destroyed in seconds;
the Tellarites crippled us with their next shot.
I've never seen one of their vessels
maneuver like this one.
While those barbarians have been