As primeiras 194 linhas.
Previously on Star Trek: Strange New Worlds...
- (Gorn screeches) - (Ortegas groans)
Are we gonna discuss Lieutenant Ortegas?
She passed her psych eval.
Could it be she's back on rotation too soon?
Your maneuver endangered
everyone on the ship unnecessarily.
I'm sorry about what happened to you, Erica.
But I can't have it affect your judgment.
Out here, I get to prove what I'm made of.
Nothing could touch me until it did, and now there are days
when I'm as scared as I was then.
Personal log. Stardate 2198.7.
Enterprise is investigating
a peculiar area of uncharted space.
Like stories told by old Earth sailors,
this region is legendary for its tales of strange phenomena.
Ghost stories at sea.
: Hermanito.
Fine.
What we've found is a parsec of space
with gravity waves so odd, even Spock can't figure it out.
Sensors are coming back with conflicting data.
Our probes are being pushed around the area
like beach balls.
Like I said, the only way
to get answers is to send in a shuttle
with an expert pilot riding the manual controls.
Be mindful, I have never seen this level
of gravimetric volatility without a discernible source.
You're just making it sound more fun.
You're sure about this?
Dr. M'Benga cleared me for solo missions. I am good to go.
I have endeavored to create a predictive map focused
on a particular area showing the highest level
of gravimetric fluctuation.
This module will augment the shuttle's sensors
to assist with the collection of in-flight data.
Got it. Don't worry.
I'm gonna get you so much data,
it'll be coming out your ears.
It's an expression.
You know that, right?
I must admit, I am disappointed
to not be joining you on this mission.
But monster gravity waves, remember?
We have specifically retrofitted the shuttle,
stripped out all nonessential equipment.
Like they say, every ounce counts.
And you, Mr. Spock,
are too many ounces.
I maintain my weight within a variance of 1.8 kilograms.
Is that not obvious?
Besides, you're needed here in the science lab,
monitoring the incoming scans.
In a gravity field this dense, there's potential for data loss.
Comms will be impacted, so stay in constant contact.
- Roger that. - Once your survey's complete,
deploy the subspace monitoring buoy.
Other than a number of unverified signals,
we know very little about this region of space.
In other words, Starfleet is posting a spy satellite
to see who comes snooping around.
Well, consider me briefed.
Now, here's another old pilot saying...
let's light this candle.
Did you see Spock's face?
: I know. I almost feel bad.
He looked like the kid who was told
he couldn't go on the roller coaster.
But if I'm being honest,
the solo mission's a bonus.
Chance to clear my head.
You'll be okay out there for a couple hours all alone?
Trust me,
flying's my happy place.
I know, so have fun but be safe.
- "Safe" is my middle name. - Wait.
You told me "Danger" was your middle name.
- (door whooshes open and shut) Enterprise,
shuttlecraft Archimedes lowering blast shields
and exiting shuttle bay.
Okay. Show me...
- what you've got. - (whirring)
Sensors activated for nonvisual control.
Monitor set for gravitational imaging.
Status, Number One?
Holding at minimum safe distance.
2.4 million kilometers.
Uhura, how's she doing?
Ortegas reports five-by-five, sir.
She started her survey run.
I'm here, Captain.
This reminds me of those old stories on Earth
about pilots who flew airplanes into hurricanes.
I always wondered what that must've been like.
Now I know.
Science lab to bridge.
Data collection is complete.
I know you're enjoying yourself, Erica,
but playtime's over.
Deploy the buoy and return home.
A little envious, Captain?
Nah, this chair suits me just fine.
- (crashing) - (alarm sounding)
Ortegas to Enterprise.
I've lost helm control.
Something's got me!
Trying to get a visual!
Oh. A wormhole's just popped up out of nowhere.
- (crashing) - (Uhura groans)
Red alert.
Where the hell did that thing come from?
Sensors must have missed it somehow.
- Sensors missed a wormhole? - And it's right
on top of Ortegas's position.
Uhura, contact the shuttle.
Tell Ortegas to get out of there.
Archimedes, come in.
Erica, come in.
That wormhole's creating comms interference.
Wait, I've got something.
Hull integrity 60%.
55%.
- 50%. Yeah, I get it! I'm turning into the skid.
Captain, she's too close.
Heading right into the eye of the hurricane.
Come on. You got this.
: You got this.
You...
Sir.
I've lost contact with Ortegas.
I'm not picking up her transponder.
There's no sign of the shuttle.
She's gone.
Space.
The final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission:
to explore strange new worlds...
to seek out new life
and new civilizations...
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
Shields 11%. Nav systems out!
Helm controls dead!
Hull integrity nine percent.
Engines not responding.
Primary systems failing. Sensors...
are barely functioning.
They're telling me I'm caught in the gravity well
of a gas giant dead ahead.
Enterprise, this is Archimedes. Can you read me?
What the hell am I doing?
I'm on the other side of a freakin' wormhole.
Computer, do we still have enough power
to deploy the subspace relay?
Affirmative.
Okay. Record this on replay and broadcast.
Mayday, Mayday.
This is Lieutenant Erica Ortegas
of the Federation starship Enterprise.
I just got kicked out of a wormhole.
I don't know where I am,
but I'm going down.
Whoever hears this,
come find me at these coordinates.
And bring snacks.
The rations.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Damn it.
Personal log. Stardate unknown.
I've crashed...
who knows where?
Sensors are too damaged to get a fix.
Life support's on batteries.
But I'm alive, so...
that's a win.
Shuttle has seen better days.
I deployed Starfleet's fancy relay buoy.
Hopefully, it can transmit my mayday
back through the wormhole.
Ah.
I was just getting to the good part.
So much for a log. Doesn't matter.
Just make a list of what needs fixing.
Mm.
Oh.
Starting with me.
Starfleet Academy Survival 101.
You're stranded on an alien planet.
What do you need?
Water.
Food.
Shelter.
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