humans around.
Captain, I would have to expose you to the plague.
I cannot predict what it might do to you.
Will it give you the cure? Unquestionably.
Let's get started.
What do you intend to do?
This virus may be our best weapon against Krell.
Ready when you are.
One of the ships is losing power.
Their port nacelle is vulnerable.
Then fire at will.
In addition to the virus, I'm injecting you with a metabolic catalyst
to accelerate your immune response.
It won't be pleasant.
It's no use. I can't penetrate their shields.
Commander!
I've broken through
their jamming frequencies.
T'Pol to Captain Archer.
Captain, respond!
Doctor Phlox here.
The Captain is indisposed at the moment.
I imagine you have your hands full up there.
To say the least.
We have a plan to defuse this situation,
but we'll need a few more minutes to carry it out.
I'd appreciate it if you could keep the ceiling
from caving in on us until then. Understood.
How much hull plating do we have left?
Sixty two percent.
Mr. Mayweather...
put us directly between that Cruiser and the colony.
You may want to divert all available power
to our dorsal plating.
Aye, aye.
[gasping]
It's working.
[groaning]
They're shifting their orbit! Stay with them.
Hull plating's down to 40%. Keep firing!
Captain Hernandez, please direct your weapons
at the battle cruiser. Wish I could help.
We just lost our weapons!
[snarling]
It's done! Hold him!
[screaming]
We've got it!
Is the canister ready? It's set to disperse five
seconds after transport. Send it.
Open a channel to Krell.
Hull plating's nearly down.
We can't hold this position much longer.
Admiral Krell.
Doctor Phlox again. By now you may have noticed
the small package which we sent to your bridge.
What you may not know is that it contains a potent
sample of the metagenic virus.
Even as we speak, it's dispersing throughout your ship...
infecting you and your crew.
You're lying!
Check your internal sensors.
You will find that the atmosphere contains
approximately twenty parts per million of the viral strain.
Or if you don't trust your sensors,
trust your senses.
You will feel the initial symptoms
in about 30 minutes--
tightness in the chest, irregular heartbeat,
tingling in your cranial ridges...
This is a cowardly attack!
Maybe so.
But I'm prepared to give you the cure.
Thanks to Captain Archer, I've managed to complete the antivirus.
Of course, if you destroy this colony,
well, treating you and your crew could prove difficult.
I suggest you power down your weapons,
Admiral, and let me cure your people.
Captain's Starlog, supplemental.
Admiral Krell has convinced the High Council
to call off their sterilization program.
They've promised to distribute
Phlox's cure throughout the Empire.
There's no trace of the virus
in your bloodstream.
My targ won't even recognize me.
In the future it may be possible
to reverse the cosmetic effects.
I suppose this is what I deserve.
Millions of my people will have
to live with this disfigurement.
It'll be passed on to our children.
Life won't be easy for us.
You did your best to correct your mistakes.
That's all we can ask of ourselves.
I doubt my superiors will allow me
to remain in my position.
I'll need to find a new specialty...
Perhaps cranial reconstruction...
I have a feeling that's
about to become very popular.
I'm grateful for everything
that you've done.
How are you feeling?
Not too bad... aside from some strange cravings.
A plate full of live gagh sounds pretty good right now.
[chuckles]
The cravings should disappear in a day or so...
along with your ridges.
I'd keep them if I were you, Captain.
Yeah, makes you look intimidating.
I should be get back on the road.
One of us needs to get some exploring done.
Thanks for your help.
I don't know how you survived all these years without me.
Shouldn't you be joining her?
I asked Trip to stick around for a little while--
help us