Star Trek: Prodigy (2021) s01e19 Episode Script

There is a devastating weapon
onboard the "Protostar."
I need to warn
Starfleet Command now.
With respect, Vice Admiral,
by Starfleet Order 104, section C,
you have been deemed
medically unfit for command.
If any one of our fleet opens a hail,
we'll receive a hostile signal
designed to turn us
against ourselves.
In the blink of an eye,
this entire armada
will devour itself.
You must release me.
Ooh, that's one mean-lookin'
welcome wagon.
Indeed. The amount of
firepower from that many
starships would make
a rather unpleasant welcome.
This is where
the "Construct" wanted to be,
the heart of Federation space.
Starfleet will be decimated
if the "Construct's" signal gets out.
Good thing Admiral Janeway
can set this straight.
Uh, about that.
I may have
tarnished her reputation a bit?
They think she's crazy.
I'd be surprised if they
believe anything she says.
Then how will they know
they're in danger?
Medical leave? The Vice
Admiral was perfectly healthy
when she informed me there was
an unknown weapon on a ship
stolen by imposters
posing as Starfleet.
Yes, Admiral, but the "Protostar"
was out of reach
in the neutral zone.
So you brought it
to our front doorstep?
Please tell me there's a plan.
Sir, the "Protostar" has refused
to answer our hails,
so we've been commanded
to disrupt their shields
to allow a boarding party.
- Approved. Get a team on that ship.
- Yes, Admiral.
Fire phasers.
Take out their shields.
We gotta get out of here!
Tell me you're getting
our controls back.
Perhaps to bypass
the software blockade,
all it takes is
a hardware reconfiguration.
- What?
- We hotwire it.
Ooh, ooh,
we're back in business.
Yeah, but the shields
are dropping fast.
Engine room,
can we Proto-Warp out of here?
Not until that Proto-Core's online.
We jump now
and the only place we're going
is into a bazillion pieces.
Then shift that
auxiliary power from the core
- to boost our shields.
- Oh, great! That, Jankom can do.
Impulse is online.
Shields boosted.
- Evasive maneuvers, Z.
- Already read your mind.
Other ships
are targeting us now.
- Gwyn!
- Shields are holding.
We've been in worse jams
with less practice.
Trust me. We're gonna
laugh about it one day
- at Starfleet Academy.
- Huh?
- Dal, the Academy won't acc
- Believe their luck when we join.
- Right, Rok?
- Oh. Right.
Exactly.
They may be many,
but we're fast,
so let's show it off.
- On my mark.
- Yes, Captain.
Incoming torpedoes, astern.
Alter course,
heading zero mark 270.
Whoo-hoo!
Jankom calls that maneuver
the Slippery Dipsy-Doodle.
Great work!
Except for that name.
Come about hard to port.
Port harder. Port harder!
That sound is our entire fleet
raining down on one ship.
If we open comms
with the "Protostar,"
those same weapons
will turn on us.
If you knew me at all,
you'd know you could trust
what I'm saying.
You're wrong, Admiral.
I do know you.
Back when you commanded "Voyager,"
you lied to the Devore people
when they were searching
- for illegal refugees onboard.
- Yes.
The refugees were innocent
and unarmed.
- That was a long time ago.
- Not to me.
I know you don't recognize me.
I was much smaller then.
But I was one
of those Brenari refugees
you helped escape
through the wormhole.
I'm alive because of you.
I'm so glad to have met you.
Again.
Shields at critical.
They're gonna board us!
Gwyn, where are you going?
To give us a fighting chance.
If we cross that line, you
can forget Starfleet Academy.
- We can still talk to them.
- My father won't try to talk.
Dal, listen.
If anything happens, I want
you to hear this from me.
- W-Whoa, what are you doing?
- I'm so I'm so sorry.
I thought that was a moment
and we felt the same.
What is it I needed to hear?
- Starfleet won't allow Augments.
- What?
When the Admiral
was on board, she told us.
I'm sorry.
You deserve the truth.
Shields are down.
Warp and impulse offline.
We're defenseless.
Dal, what are you doing?
We all deserve
to belong somewhere.
But if I can't join Starfleet,
I'll make sure you guys can.
Coordinates locked on.
Preparing three to beam away.
I'll take it from here.
She's an imposter!
Eliminate anyone
who gets in our way.
Except my Progeny.
She's one of us.
Of course.
New life forms onboard.
All hands on deck.
Do not let them reach the bridge.
Gwyn, seal the doors
and don't let anyone in.
Multiple targets acquired.
Ah!
- You.
- Disable holo-emitters.
- Starfleet override Ensign Asencia.
- You can't do this.
They have no idea
what is coming.
Years we have waited for this,
years they will suffer.
Check to see the weapon is intact.
Uh-oh, gravity mine.
Do it, Zero.
Oh!
Asencia, what are you doing?
Whoever you are, get off my ship.
- Gwyndala.
- He knows nothing will stop me
from saving Solum
from First Contact.
In time, I'm sure
he'll forgive me.
Target eliminated.
That a boy, Murf!
Murf!
You dare stand in the way
of the Vau N'Akat?
There must be another way.
This can't be
what our people want.
You're not one of us.
You never were.
You're just a mistake.
A burden!
Shouldn't even exist!
No!
Complete our mission.
Open hails.
- Do it.
- No, Father!
Before I had a daughter,
this was mine!
You were always the weak one.
No!
No, no, no.
Father.
All threats contained.
Do not move.
Computer, open a channel.
Broadcast
on all Federation frequencies.
- An incoming transmission.
- On screen.
No, don't answer that hail!
Deactivate all comms and weapons.
- Admiral?
- Now!
Controls aren't responding.
Admiral, our shields are down.
Starfleet left my people
to tear ourselves apart.
And now I will watch
your Federation do the same.
Brothers, sisters
the Intrusion
will never come to be.
Starfleet's destruction
is our salvation.
Aah.
- It's too late.
- What have we done?
We're not done! Not yet.
Jankom, give me your Mitt.
Ha, check out the brains
on the Brikar.
Aah.
Let's try that again.
- You have to stop this!
- I can't.
- Then you'll pay for it.
- Aw, maybe, but not today.
Ah, no, no, no, no, no, bad.
Oh, whoa!
- Hull breach enclosure activated.
- Gwyn!
Gwyndala
- I'm here.
- It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I tried to save our world.
Your world.
- I wanted you to see it.
- I can, Father.
- I will.
- Maybe you can unify them
- do what I never could.
- I don't know where Solum is.
I don't know how to do that.
There's no barrier
we cannot overcome,
for you are my daughter,
my spirit's song,
my Gwyndala.
I'm sorry.
What's going on?
Did we stop?
Jankom, get me a damage report.
Our hull's stabilized.
Shields returning.
We're banged up, but
Speak in words I can understand.
The Construct is impeding
our universal translator.
Just like Tars Lamora.
- I want a full damage report.
- It's too late, Commander.
Attention, all crew.
This is your admiral.
Prepare to abandon ship.
I said abandon ship.
Everyone, calm down.
I'll see if I can circumvent
the firewall
to get translators back.
- Please.
We've lost control out there.
We can't lose it in here.
Oh, aha.
My father had me study
languages
to pit species against each other.
Instead, I can bring them together.
Captain, can you understand me?
- Yes.
- Good, you speak Standard.
But our translators
are malfunctioning too.
- Can you stop this?
- I wish I could.
But without control of our fleet,
there's no way to stop
every Starfleet ship
- from destroying itself.
- Every Starfleet ship
How many allies
do you have nearby
without Starfleet signatures?
I don't think we need
any more unnecessary casualties.
But if they don't have
a Starfleet signature,
they won't be affected.
I only hope we can convince
them to lend their shields.
Asking another to put themselves
at risk is no small request,
even when we could understand
each other.
Starfleet has one translator left.
We brought this problem to you.
Let us fix it.
Opening a distress call
to any vessels within range.
- Stand by.
- The bridge is yours, Captain.
And they've lost control
of their ships.
And it won't stop until
Starfleet destroys themselves.
I am requesting your aid
in our immediate assistance
and help relaying this message
to all our non-Federation allies.
We beg you.
Your transports, your freights,
your shields
anything that will slow
the attack
Starfleet is inflicting upon itself.
And why should I help?
Because in the infinite of space,
everyone needs to know
there is a place out there
willing to accept us all,
no matter how different
we think we are.
Without Starfleet,
the Federation crumbles.
And that dream dies with it.
If they've ever helped you
as they've helped us,
then hear my words.
Allies, civilians, outsiders,
anyone,
Starfleet needs you now
- Or it will not survive.
Uh
A worthy effort.
But right now I need
to evacuate our ships.
It was worth a shot.
Get to the escape pods.
Admiral!
Brace for impact.
They did it.
Starfleet, the mighty Trij
offers you salvation.
Prepare to beam out.
Would you look at that?
- They came.
Is that a Klingon Bird of Prey?
Ooh, and a civilian Sura-class.
A Gorn trading vessel!
- And old Petarian bulk freighter.
- And A D'Kora.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Jankom understands you.
Ah, Janeway must have fixed
the translators.
I only helped.
You did the communicating.
- Whoo!
- Yes!
- We survived!
- Yeah!
- Wait, no.
- That's another Starfleet ship.
- Why are they still coming?
- No, no, no!
- More Starfleet ships? How?
- Well, this is concerning.
It appears
Starfleet's defense protocols
automatically emit an SOS
when in dire threat.
- What does that mean?
That when Starfleet ships
are in trouble,
- they call for backup.
- And when those reinforcements
are compromised,
even more ships will come.
- It's all one giant trap.
By the time this is all over,
there won't be any Starfleet left.
So they never make
First Contact with Solum.
- There aren't enough allies
in the sector
to stop what's coming.
There's nothing we can do.
We can't warp away.
We can't stop the signal.
It's annihilation.