Transcripts von ENT

Oliver-Daniel · 15. September 2002

Hi Leute,

in Kuerze werde ich hier die kompletten englischen Transscripts von ENT posten. Es sind sogenanten closed-captions, wie sie aehnlich bei Untertitel verwendet werden. Evtl. koennen wir auch zusammen eine eigene deutsche Version kreieren, oder? Da ich jedoch vorher alle Texte nochmals auf Fehlers untersuche wird es etwas dauern.

Viel Spaß und laßt mich eure Meinung wissen

Oliver-Daniel

gbsweetie · 15. September 2002

Cool. Ich freu mich drauf.

Hoshi_Sato · 15. September 2002

Ja ich auch! Das wird ein Spaß!

Oliver-Daniel · 17. September 2002

So hier poste das Transscript von

BROKEN BOW

ich habe die Texte nach bestem Gewissen durchgesehen, aber auch ich mache Fehler, falls also etwas in euren Augen daneben sein soll, dann mir einfach mitteilen. Da jedoch mein Bekannter die Texte ebenfalls durchsieht, denke ich daß diese in Ordnung sein muessen.

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[Enterprise - Closed Captions Log]

BOY:

Where no man has gone before.

Dr. Cochrane would

would be proud of you.

I know the whole

speech by heart.

When's it going to

be ready to fly?

Let the paint

dry first.

No, I mean your sh.

Not for awhile.

It's not even built yet.

You know that.

How big will it be?

Pretty big.

Bigger than

Ambassador's Pointy's ship?

His name is Soval

and he's been

very helpful.

And I told you

not to call him

that, Jonathan.

Well, Billy Cook said we'd be

flying at warp five by now

if the Vulcans hadn't

kept things from us.

Well, they have

their reasons.

God know what they are.

( grunting )

( distant weapons' fire )

Drop your weapon.

I mean it!

Roqnuh, pagh qoH! Mang juH!

I don't understand

a word you're saying

but I guarantee you

I know how

to use this.

HIch ghaH! Qagh DoQ!

/ 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 the 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. /

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The Ventral

Plating Team says

they'll be done

in about three days.

Be sure they match

the color to the

nacelle housings.

Planning to sit

on the hull

and pose for

some postcards?

Maybe.

God, she's beautiful.

And fast.

Warp 4.5 next Thursday.

Neptune and back

in six minutes.

Let's take a look

at the lateral

sensor array.

Give me a sec.

Slow down.

There.

Those are ports that buckled

during the last test.

They need to be reinforced.

Great.

You scratched the paint.

Sorry.

( communications beep )

Orbital Six.

MAN:

Captain Archer, sir.

Go ahead.

Admiral Forrest needs you

at Starfleet Medical right away.

Who was chasing him?

We don't know.

They were incinerated

in the methane explosion

and the farmer's

descriptn

was vague at best.

How did they

get here?

What kind of ship?

They were using some kind

of stealth technology.

We're still analyzing

our sensor logs.

I'd like to see those logs.

The Klingons made it

very clear

they want us

to expedite this.

It happened

on our soil.

That's irrelevant.

Ambassador, with all due respect

we have a right to know

what's going on here.

You will be apprised of all

pertinent information.

And just who gets

to decide

what's pertinent

information?

Admiral.

John.

I think you

know everyone.

Not everyone.

It's a Klingot.

A Klingon.

Where'd he come from?

Oklahoma.

A corn farmer

named Moore

shot him with

a plasma rifle.

Says it was

self-defense.

Fortunately, Soval and I

have maintained close

contact with Kronos

since the incident

occurred.

Kronos?

It's the Klingons'

homeworld.

This gentleman's

some sort of a courier.

Evidently, he was carrying

crucial information

back to his people.

When he was nearly killed

by your farmer.

Ambassador Soval

thinks it would be best

if we push off your launch

until we've cleared this up.

Well, isn't that a surprise.

You'd think they would have

come up with something

a little more imaginative

this time.

Sarcasm aside, Captain,

the st thing your people need

is to make an enemy

of the Klingon Empire.

If we hadn't convinced them

to let us take Klaang's corpse

back to Kronos,

Earth would most likely

be facing a squadron

of warbirds by the

end of the week.

Corpse?

Is he dead?

Excuse me.

Is this man dead?

His autonomic system

was disrupted by the blast

but his redundant

neural function...

Is he going to die?

Not necessarily.

Let me get this straight.

You're going to disconnect

this man from life-support

even though he could live.

Now, where's the logic in that?

Klaang's culture finds

honor in death.

If they saw him

like this

he'd be disgraced.

They're a

warrior race.

They dream of

dying in battle.

If you understood

the complexities

of interstellar

diplomacy...

So that's

your diplomatic solution?

To do what they tell you?

Pull the plug?

Your metaphor is crude...

but accurate.

We may be crude,

but we're not murderers.

You're not going to let them

do this, are you?

The Klingons

have demanded

that we return

Klaang immediately.

Admiral?

We may need to defer

to their judgment.

We've been deferring to their

judgment for a hundred years.

John...

How much longer?

Until you've proven

you're ready.

Ready to what?

To look beyond your

provincial attitudes

and your volatile nature.

Volatile?

You have no idea

how much I'm restraining myself

from knocking you on youass.

These Klingons, they're anxious

to get their man back.

Fine. I can have my ship

ready to go in three days.

We'll take him back home...

alive.

This is no time to be imposing

your ethical beliefs.

Dan?

What about

your crew?

Your com officer's

in Brazil.

You haven't selected

a medical officer yet.

Three days-- that's all I need.

Admiral?

We've been waiting

for nearly a century,

Ambassador.

This seems as good

a time as any

to get started.

Listen to me.

You're making a mistake!

When your logic

doesn't work

you raise

your voice?

You have been

on Earth too long.

I had a feeling their

approach wouldn't sit

too well with you.

Don't screw this up.

I heard

this platform's

been approved

for bio-transport.

I presume you

mean fruits

and vegetables.

I mean armory officers

and helmsmen.

I don't think I'm quite ready

to have my molecules compressed

into a data stream.

They claim it's safe.

Do they, indeed?

Well, I certainly hope

the Captain doesn't plan

on making us use it.

Don't worry.

From what I'm told

he won't even put

his dog through

this thing.

( sighs )

This is ridiculous.

I ask for plasma coils

and they send me

a case of valve sealant.

There's no chance

I can have these weapons on-line

in three days.

We're just taking a sick man

back to his homeworld.

Why do we need weapons?

Didn't you read the profile

report on these Klingons?

Apparently

they sharpen their teeth

before they go into battle.

No doubt Mr. Tucker

will reassure me

that my equipment

will be here tomorrow.

( with Southern accent ):

"Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant.

Is it me, or does

the artificial gravity

seem a bit heavy?

Feels all right.

Earth sea level.

My father always

kept it at point eight G.

Thought it put a little

spring in his step.

After being raised

on cargo ships

it must have felt like

you had lead in your boots

when you got to Earth.

Beautiful.

Lock it off right there.

I believe you

missed a spot.

Commander Tucker,

Ensign Travis Mayweather.

He just arrived.

Our "Space Boomer."

How fast have

you gotten her?

Warp four.

We'll be going to four-five

as soon as we clear Jupiter.

Think you can handle it?

4.5?

Pardon me

but if I don't realign

the deflector

the first grain of space dust

we come across

will blow a hole through

this ship the size of your fist.

Keep your shirt on, Lieutenant.

Your equipment will

here in the morning.

Ghlungit !tak nekleet.

STUDENTS:

Ghlungit !tak nekleet.

Very good.

Ghlungit !tak nekleet.

Carlos...

Ltrunghi !krqltt!

( trills "R", clicks tongue ):

!krqltt!

Tighten the back

of your tongue.

!krqltt!

Keep trying;

you've almost got it.

I'll be right back.

It's two more weeks

before exams.

It's impossible

for me to leave now.

You've got to have

someone who can

cover for you.

If there was anyone else

who can do what I do

you wouldn't be

so eager to have me

on your spaceship.

Hoshi.

I'm sorry, Captain,

I owe it to these kids.

I could order you.

I'm on leave from

Starfleet, remember?

You would have to

forcibly recall me

which would

require a reprimand

which would disqualify me

from serving on

an active vessel.

I need someone

with your ear.

And you'll have her...

in three weeks.

Poq volcha vaY Du bogh Q'apla!

Wh-what's that?

Klingon.

Ambassador Soval

gave us a sampling

of their linguistic

database.

I thought you said the Vulcans

were opposed to this.

They are

but we agreed to make

a few compromises.

so'wI chu'lu'ta

sonchly yem Surgh...

What do you know

about these Klingons?

Not much.

An empire of warriors

with 80 poly-guttural dialects

constructed on

an adaptive syntax.

Turn it up.

...blmoHqu K'ntah...

Think of it

you'd be

the first human

to talk to these people.

Do you really want

someone else to do it?

Since when do we have

Vulcan science officers?

Since we needed

their starcharts

to get to Kronos.

So we get a few maps

and they get to put

a spy on our ship?

Admiral Forrest says

we should think of her

more as a chaperone.

I thought

the whole point of this

was to get away

from the Vulcans.

Four days there

and four days back...

then she's gone.

In the meantime

we're to extend her

every courtesy.

I don't know...

I'd be more comfortable

with Porthos

on the Bridge.

( door chimes )

Here we go.

Come in.

This confirms that I was

transferred to your command

at 0800 hours.

Reporting for duty.

( sniffing )

Is there a problem?

No, sir.

Oh, I forgot.

Vulcan females have

a heightened sense of smell.

I hope Porthos isn't

too offensive to you.

I've been trained

to tolerate

offensive situations.

I took a shower this morning.

How about you, Captain?

I'm sorry. This is

Commander Charles Tucker III.

Sub-Commander T'Pol.

Trip.

I'm called Trip.

I'll try to

remember that.

While you may not share our

enthusiasm about this mission

I expect you to follow

our rules.

What's said in this room

and out on that Bridge

is privileged information.

I don't want every word I say

being picked apart the next day

by the Vulcan High Command.

My reason for being here

is not espionage.

My superior simply asked me

to assist you.

Your superiors don't think

we can flush a toilet

without one of you to assist us.

I didn't request

this assignment, Captain

and you can be certain

that when this mission's over

I'll be as pleased to leave this

ship as you'll be to have me go.

( whimpering )

If there's nothing else...

That'll be all.

When Zefram Cochrane

made his legendary

warp flight 90 years ago

and drew the attention

of our new friends

the Vulcans, we realized

that we weren't alone

in the galaxy.

Today, we are about to cross

a new threshold.

For nearly a century

we've waded ankle deep

in the ocean of space.

Now it's finally time to swim.

( applause )

The warp five engine

wouldn't be a reality

without men like

Dr. Cochrane and Henry Archer

who worked so hard

to develop it.

So it's only fitting that

Henry's son, Jonathan Archer

will command the first starship

powered by that engine.

( applause )

Rather than quoting Dr. Cochrane

I think we should listen

to his own words

from the dedication ceremony

for the Warp Five Complex

32 years ago.

On this site,

a powerful engine will be built

an engine that will someday

help us to travel a hundred

times faster than we can today.

Imagine it-- thousands

of inhabited planets

at our fingertips

and we'll be able to explore

those strange new worlds

and seek out new life

and new civilizations.

This engine

will let us go boldly

where no man has gone before.

Take her out, Mr. Mayweather.

Straight and steady.

ARCHER:

How we doing, Trip?

Ready when you are.

Prepare for warp.

Course laid in, sir.

Request permission

to get underway.

The coordinates are off

by .2 degrees.

Thank you.

Let's go.

( pre-echoing ):

Where's Klaang?

( pre-echoing ):

The humans have him.

Did you lose anyone else?

Two of my soldiers were killed.

One of them was a friend.

Can you prevent it?

Our agreement doesn't provide

for correcting mistakes.

Recover the evidence.

I will, I promise you.

When will we speak again?

Don't be concerned with when.

/

Love what you've done

with the place.

Those are immunocytic gel worms.

Try not to shake them.

What'd you think of Earth?

Intriguing.

I especially liked

the Chinese food.

Have you ever tried it?

I lived in San Francisco

all my life.

Ah.

Anatomically, you humans

are somewhat simplistic

but what you

lack biologically

you make up for with

your charming optimism.

Not to mention

your egg drop soup.

Be very careful with that.

( animal chittering )

What's in there?

An Altarian marsupial.

( chittering )

Their droppings contain

the greatest concentration

of regenerative enzymes

found anywhere.

Their droppings?

If you're going to try

to embrace new worlds

you must try

to embrace new ideas.

That's why the Vulcans initiated

the Interspecies

Medical Exchange.

There's a lot to be learned.

I'm sorry to take you away

from your program

but our doctors

haven't even heard of a Klingon.

Please, no apologies.

What better time

to study human beings

than when they're

under pressure?

It's a rare opportunity,

and your Klingon friend--

I've never had the chance to

examine a living one before.

Ensign Mayweather tells me

that we'll be to Kronos

in about 80 hours.

Any chance he'll be conscious

by then?

There's a chance

he'll be conscious

within the next ten minutes...

just not a very good one.

80 hours, Doctor.

If he doesn't walk off this ship

on his own two feet

he doesn't

stand much of a chance.

ll do the

best I can.

Optimism, Captain!

You're upside down, Ensign.

Yes, sir.

Care to explain why?

When I was a kid,

we called it the "sweet spot."

Every ship's got one.

Sweet spot?

It's usually about halfway

between the grav-generator

and the bow plate.

Grab ahold of the hatch.

No, no, no, on either side.

Now push off.

Push off.

Wow.

Whoa!

It takes practice.

You ever slept in zero G?

Slept?

It's just like being

back in the womb.

The Captain tells me

you've been to Trillius Prime.

It took fourth, fifth,

and sixth grades to get there.

I've also been to Draylax

and both the Teneebian moons.

I've only been on one

inhabited planet besides Earth.

Nothing there

but dust-dwelling ticks.

I've heard the women on Draylax

have...

Three.

Yeah, it's true.

You know that firsthand?

Firsthand,

secondhand, thirdhand.

I guess growing up a boomer

has its advantages.

( chuckling )

Got empty seat

here, Commander.

Sorry, dinner

with the boss tonight.

Grand Canyon?

No.

Big Sur Aquarium.

Sightseeing was not

one of my assignments.

Hmm...

All work and no play...

Everybody should get

out for a little

fun now and then.

All our recreational needs

are provided at the Compound.

( door chimes )

Come in.

You should have started

without me.

Sit down.

T'Pol tells me

she's been living

at the Vulcan Compound

in Sausalito.

No kidding.

I lived a few blocks

from there

when I first

joined Starfleet.

Great parties

at the Vulcan Compound.

( chuckling )

It might be a little easier

using your fingers.

Vulcans don't touch food

with their hands.

Can't wait to see you tackle

the spareribs.

Don't worry.

We know you're a vegetarian.

Looks delicious.

Tell Chef I said thanks.

You humans claim

to be enlightened

yet you still consume

the flesh of animals.

Grandma taught me

never judge a species

by their eating habits.

Enlightened might be

too strong a word

but if you'd been on Earth

50 years ago

I think you'd be impressed

by what we've gotten done.

You have yet to embrace

either patience or logic.

u remain impulsive carnivores.

Yeah.

What about war, disease, hunger?

Pretty much wiped

them o in less

than two generations.

I wouldn't call that

small potatoes.

It remains to be seen

whether humanity will revert

to its baser instincts.

Well, we used to have cannibals

on Earth.

Who knows how far

we'll revert?

Lucky this isn't a long mission.

Human instinct is pretty strong.

You can't expect us

to change overnight.

With proper discipline...

Anything's possible.

Warp 4.3, sir.

Not much of a change.

I don't know--

does anybody else feel that?

Feel what?

Those vibrations

like little tremors?

You're imagining it.

Bring us to 4-4, Ensign.

There, what do you call that?

The deflector's sequencing.

It's perfectly normal.

Perhaps you'd like to

go to your quarters

and lie down.

Ponfo mirann.

I was instructed to speak

English on this voyage

and I'd appreciate it

if you'd respect that.

It's easy to get

a little jumpy

when you're traveling at

30 million kilometers a second.

Should be old hat

in a week's time.

( communications beep )

Archer.

This is Dr. Phlox, Captain.

Our patient

is regaining consciousness.

On my way.

Hoshi.

Pung ghap HoS!

What's wrong?

The translator...

it's not locking

onto his dialect.

The syntax won't align.

DujDaj Hegh!

Uh...

Tell him we're taking him home.

Um...

Ingan Hoch, juH!

Tujpa'qul Dun?

Oh, he wants

to know who we are.

Ou'ghewmey Enterprise. PugloD.

Nentay lupHom!

LupHom-- ship--

he's asking for his ship back.

Say it was destroyed.

SonchIy.

Vengen Sto'vo'kor Dos!

I-I'm not sure,

but I think he said

something about

eating the afterlife?

Try the translator again.

No, I-I'm going to need

to run what we've got

through the phonetic

processor.

MajOa blmoHqu!

He says... he says

his wife has grown ugly?

I am sorry, Captain.

I'm doing the best I can.

PHLOX:

Excuse me.

His prefrontal cortex

is hyperstimulated.

I doubt he has

any idea what he's saying.

Hljol OaOqu'nay!

I think the Doctor's right,

Captain

unless "stinky boots" has

something to do with all this.

T-that's the warp

reactor again, right?

OaOqu'nay!

Bridge, report.

T'POL:

We've dropped out of warp, sir.

Main power...

( electronic fritzing )

MAYWEATHER:

We're losing power

on all decks.

I think I just saw something

off the starboard bow.

What?

I don't know.

It might have just been

the sensors going down.

KLAANG:

Qa'rot bah chu'lu'ta!

Auxiliary power should

have kicked in by now.

Sonchly DaHjaj pung'gaP!

You want to tell him to shut up?

Shut up!

DaHjaj pung'gaP...

We may have to sedate him.

I need to get

to the Bridge.

DaHjaj pung'gaP...

HOSHI:

Captain.

There's someone here.

( clattering )

Crewman!

Suliban.

( screams )

You all right?

Yeah.

Right away.

Why the hell didn't

we detect them?

Mr. Reed thought

he detected something

right before we lost power.

The starboard sensor logs

recorded a spatial disturbance.

Looks more like a glitch.

Those weren't glitches

in Sick Bay.

I want a complete analysis

of that disturbance.

Where do we stand

on weapons?

I still have to tune

the targeting scanners.

What are you waiting for?

Captain...

The Klingon

seemed to know who they were.

See if you can translate

what he said.

Right away.

Captain, there's no way you

could have anticipated this.

I'm sure Ambassador Soval

will understand.

You're the Science Officer.

Why don't you help Trip

with that analysis?

The astrometric computer

in San Francisco

will be far

more effective.

We're not going

to San Francisco

so make do with

what we've got here.

You've lost the Klingon.

Your mission is over.

I didn't lose the Klingon,

he was taken

and I'm going to find out

who took him.

How do you plan to do that?

Space is very big, Captain.

A shadow on your sensors

won't help you find them.

This is a foolish mission.

Come with me.

I'm not interested in what

you think about this mission

so take your Vulcan cynicism

and bury it

along with

your repressed emotions.

Your reaction to this situation

is a perfect example

of why your species should

remain in its own star system.

I've been listening

to you Vulcans

tell us what not to do

my entire life.

I watched my father

work his ass off

while your scientists

held back

just enough information

to keep him from succeeding.

He deserved

to see that launch.

You may have life spans

of 200 years-- we don't.

You are going to be

contacting Starfleet

to advise them of our situation.

No, I'm not,

and neither are you.

Now get the hell out there

and make yourself useful.

ARCHER:

What have you

found, Doctor?

Mr. Klaang was right

about one thing.

He is a Suliban

but unless I'm mistaken,

he is no ordinary one.

Meaning?

His DNA is Suliban

but his anatomy

has been altered.

Look at this lung.

Five bronchial lobes,

you see.

It should only have three.

And look at

the alveoli clusters.

They've been modified

to process different kinds

of atmosphere.

Are you saying he's

some kind of a mutant?

Well, I, uh...

I suppose I am

but this was no accident.

No, uh, "freak of nature."

This man was the recipient

of some very sophisticated

genetic engineering.

Watch this.

Subcutaneous pigment sacs.

A bio-mimetic garment

and the eyes

are my favorite.

Compound retinas.

He most likely saw things even

your sensors couldn't detect.

It's not in

their genome?

No, certainly not.

The Suliban are no more

evolved than humans.

It is very impressive

work, though.

I've never seen

anything quite like it.

TRIP:

How about this?

It's just background noise.

Your sensors aren't capable

of isolating plasma decay.

w can you be

so damn sure

what our sensors

can do?

Vulcan children

play with toys

that are more

sophisticated.

You know...

some people say you Vulcans

do nothing but patronize us

but if they were now,

if they could see how far

you're bending over backwards

to help me

they'd eat their words.

Your Captain's mission

was to return the Klingon

to his people.

He no longer

has the Klingon.

I realize he's only

a simple earthling

but did it ever

occur to you

that he might know

what he's doing?

It's no secret Starfleet

hasn't been around too long--

God knows you remind us

of that every chance you get--

but does that

mean the man

who's been put in

charge of this mission

doesn't deserve

our support?

Then again, loyalty's

an emotion...

isn't it?

Any luck?

Not really.

My analysis of the

spatial disturbance

Mr. Reed saw

indicates a

stealth vessel

with a tricyclic

plasma drive.

TRIP:

If we can figure out

the decay rate

of their plasma, we'll be able

to find their warp trail.

T'POL:

Unfortunately, your sensors

were not designed

to measure plasma decay.

Are you sure it's

safe to stand so

close to that?

What have you got?

I've managed to translate

most of what Klaang said

but none of it

makes sense.

Nothing about

the Suliban?

Nope.

Does that name ring

a bell to you?

They're a somewhat

primitive species

from Sector Three

Six Four One

but they've never

posed a threat.

Well, they have now.

Did he say anything

about Earth?

The word's not even

in their database.

It's all there.

There are only four words

that I couldn't translate.

Probably just proper nouns.

"Jelik, Sarin, Rigel, Tholia."

Anything sound familiar?

T'Pol?

Rigel is a

planetary system

approximately

15 light-years

from our present

position.

Why the hesitation?

According to the

navigational log

salvaged from

Klaang's ship

Rigel Ten was the

last place he stopped

before crashing

on your planet.

Why do I get the feeling

you weren't going to share

that little piece

of information?

I wasn't authorized

to reveal the details

of our findings.

The next time I learn

you're withholding something

you're going to spend

the rest of this voyage

confined to

some very cramped quarters.

Understood?

Archer to helm.

Mayweather.

Go into the Vulcan

starcharts

and find a system

called Rigel.

Then set a course

for the tenth planet.

Yes, sir.

Are you certain he's

telling the truth?

Absolutely ctain.

The drugs

are working.

Keep him alive while I'm gone.

ARCHER:

As soon as we've tied down

we'll be descending

into the trade complex.

It has 36 levels.

Your translators have been

programmed for Rigelian.

However, you'll encounter

numerous other species.

Many of them

are known to be impatient

with newcomers.

None of them have

seen a human before.

You have a tendency

to be gregarious.

I suggest you try

to restrain that tendency.

You forgot to warn us

about drinking the water.

Dr. Phlox isn't concerned

with the food and water

but he does caution

against intimate contact.

ARCHER:

The Vulcans told us

Klaang was a courier.

If he was there to get something

whoever gave it to him

might know why he was taken.

It was just a

few days ago.

A seven-foot Klingon

doesn't go unnoticed.

( woman screaming )

What in the world...?

It's nothing

that concerns us.

( techno music playing )

Would you like to meet them?

I can arrange .

Is this where you saw Klaang?

I'll show you where

but first

you should enjoy yourselves.

Which one would

you prefer?

We should get going.

Are those real butterflies

or some kind of holograms?

Sir...

Ohyes, absolutely.

You're right.

( clattering )

( boy gasping )

T'Pol to Archer.

Go ahead.

Hey!

T'POL:

Central Security claims to have

no record of Klaang

but they told me about

an enclave on level 19

where Klingons

have been

known to go.

Something about

"live food."

Where on Level 19?

The easternmost subsection,

by the geothermal shafts.

I'll meet you there

as soon as I can.

( gasping )

Archer out.

What are you doing?

Don't get involved.

You see what she's doing?

He's going to suffocate.

They're Lorillians.

Before the age of four

they can only breathe

methyloxide.

The mother is simply

weaning her son.

Could have fooled me.

Humans can't refrain

from drawing

conclusions.

You should learn

to objectify other cultures

so you know when to interfere

and when not to.

HOSHI:

Isn't an enclave

supposed to have people?

"Enclave" can mean

a lot of things.

T'Pol said something

about "live food."

I don't see

any restaurants.

( talking in distance )

Hello!

Excuse me!

Ha'quj jeg!

They looked Klingon to me.

Archer to T'Pol.

( static )

T'Pol, come in.

( static )

( clattering )

Maybe we should get back

to where there are more people?

There are plenty of people

right here.

Stay behind me.

( Hoshi screams )

You're looking

for Klaang.

Why?

Who the hell

are you?

My name is Sarin.

Tell me about the people

who took Klaang off your ship.

I was hoping you could tell me.

They looked a lot like

your friends outside.

Where were you taking him?

Why don't you

look like your friends?

Would you prefer I did?

What I'd prefer is

you give me Klaang back.

So you could

take him where?

Home.

We were just

taking him home.

You better be careful.

I'm a lot bigger than you are.

If you're thinking of harming me

I'd advise against it.

What are you doing?

Why were you

taking Klaang home?

You know, under

different circumstances

I might be flattered

by this, but...

That's never happened before.

I've been given

the ability

to measure trust,

but it requires close contact.

You're Suliban.

I was a member of the Cabal,

but not any longer.

The price of evolution

was too high.

Evolution?

Some of my people

are so anxious

to improve themselves,

that they've lost perspective.

So you know I'm

not lying to you.

Now what?

Klaang was carrying a message

to his people.

How do you know that?

I gave it to him.

What kind of message?

The Suliban have been

staging attacks

within the Klingon Empire

making it appear that one

faction is attacking another.

Klaang was bringing

proof of this

to his High Council.

Without that proof,

the Empire could be

thrown into chaos.

Why would the Suliban

want that?

The Cabal doesn't make

decisions on its own.

They're simply soldiers fighting

a temporal cold war.

Temporal?

You've lost me.

They're taking orders

from the distant future.

What?

We can help

you find Klaang

but we don't have a starship.

You'll have to take us with you.

Where's your vessel?

On the roof.

Docking Port Three.

This way.

Trip.

Find Klaang.

Where's the pod?

Over here.

No, it's this way.

Come on.

Lieutenant Reed, this Archer.

Come in.

( staticky transmissions)

We're on the roof.

You need to get up here...

( transmission breaking up )

... you can.

We've been trying

to reach you, Captain.

We're back

in the shuttle.

Ask him where they are.

The storm's getting worse.

Captain, what's

your location?

The weather is

definitely...

( staticky transmission )

Great!

Like I said,

it's back there.

I've never seen lightning

in a snowstorm before.

The storm's kicking up

too much interference.

I can't isolate human bio-signs.

They could be anywhere

in the complex.

Try Vulcan bio-signs.

( knocking )

I found her.

( knocking continues )

Get Hoshi to the ship.

Now!

Go!

The Enterprise needs

its Captain.

Give me

the weapons.

I said go.

( groans )

The starboard thruster's down.

Ignore it. Take us up.

( groaning )

We need instructions.

Open a channel.

Sub-commander T'Pol

to Enterprise.

Go ahead.

T'POL:

We'll be docking

in four minutes.

Have Dr. Pholx meet us

in decon.

Acknowledged.

Is someone wounded?

The Captain.

I'm taking command

of Enterprise.

I can't do it.

Yes, you can.

Take her up...

straight and steady.

Damn.

You can't be

afraid of the wind.

Learn to trust it.

It shouldn't take

more than a few moments.

Is this really necessary?

The others scanned

negative.

You two, unfortunately

were exposed

to a protocystian spore.

I've loaded

the appropriate decon gel

into compartment "B."

Tell Mr. Mayweather

to prepare to leave orbit.

How's the Captain?

I'm treating his wound.

Will he be

all right?

Eventually.

Correct me if I'm wrong

but aren't you just kind

of an observer on this mission?

I don't remember

anyone telling me

you were a member

of Starfleet.

My Vulcan rank

supersedes yours.

Apples and oranges.

This is an Earth vessel.

You're in no position

to take command.

As soon as we're through here,

I'll contact Ambassador Soval.

He'll speak to your superiors,

and I'm certain

he'll support

my authority

in this situation.

You must really

be proud of yourself.

You can put an end

to this mission

while the Captain's

still unconscious

in Sick Bay.

You don't even

have to look him

in the eye.

Your precious cargo

was stolen.

Three Suliban,

perhaps more, were killed

and Captain Archer

has been seriously wounded.

It seems to me

this mission has put

an end to itself.

Turn around.

Let's say you're right.

Let's say we screwed up

just like you always

knew we would.

It's still

a prty good bet

that whoever blew that hole

in the Captain's leg

is connected somehow

to the people

that took Klaang.

I fail to see

your point.

Captain Archer deserves a chance

to see this through.

If you knew him

you'd realize

that's what he's about.

He needs to finish

what he starts.

His daddy was the same way.

You obviously share

your Captain's belief

that my people

were responsible

for impeding Henry Archer's

accomplishments.

He only wanted

to see his engine fly.

They never even gave him

the chance to fail.

Here you are

30 years later

proving just

how consistent

you Vulcans can be.

( gasps )

Very nice, very nice.

Your myofibers

are fusing beautifully.

How long have I...?

Less than six hours.

I thought it best

to keep you sedated

while the osmotic eel

cauterized your wound.

Thanks.

How you doing, Captain?

Well, that depends.

What's been going on

the last six hours?

As your

highest-ranking officer

I assumed command

while you were incapacitated.

Are we underway?

You didn't waste much time,

did you?

Is he fit

to resume command?

As long as he returns

for more eel therapy tomorrow.

How long before

we get back to Earth?

Earth, sir?

We're currently tracking

the Suliban vessel

that left Rigel shortly after

you were injured.

You got their plasma decay rate?

With Mr. Tucker's assistance,

I modified your sensors.

We now have the resolution

to detect

their warp trail.

What happened to

"This is a foolish mission"?

This is a foolish mission.

The Suliban are clearly

a hostile race

with technology

far superior to yours

but as acting Captain

I was obligated

to anticipate your wishes.

As acting Captain,

you could have done

whatever the hell

you wanted to do.

I should return to the Bridge.

Dismissed.

Modifying the sensors

was her idea, sir.

Enterprise Starlog

Captain Jonathan Archer,

April 16

2151:

We've been tracking

the Suliban ship for ten hours

thanks to our Science Officer

who came up with a way

to tweak the sensors.

Computer, pause.

I save her life

now she's helping us

with a mission.

One good turn deserves another.

Doesn't sound very Vulcan.

Resume log.

I have no reason to believe

that Klaang is still alive

but if what the Suliban woman

told me is true

it's crucial

that we try to find him.

Computer, pause.

Have you ever known a Vulcan

to return a favor?

No, neither have I.

Resume log.

I still haven't decided

whether to ask

Sub-commander T'Pol

about this temporal cold war.

My instincts tell me

not to trust her.

Computer, pause.

Archer to T'Pol: report.

If you're feeling well enough

to come to the Bridge, Captain

now would be a good time.

It's a gas giant.

From the looks of it,

a Class Six or Seven.

Class Seven.

The Suliban vessel dropped

to impulse a few hours ago

and altered course.

Their new heading

took them through

its outer radiation belt.

We've lost them.

Yes.

Move us in closer.

Anything?

The radiation's dissipated

their warp trail.

I'm only picking up

fragments.

You finished helping us?

Lieutenant,

run a spectral analysis

of the fragments.

REED:

There's too much distortion.

The decay rates

don't even match.

Calculate the trajectory

of each fragment.

REED:

Sir?

You heard her.

Recalibrate the sensor array

narrow band,

short- to mid-range.

Aye, sir.

Measure the particle

density of the thermosphere.

Your instincts

were right.

Those fragments weren't

from one Suliban ship.

They were from 14

and all within

the last six hours.

I believe we have

found what we're looking for.

How are your

targeting scanners?

Aligned and ready, sir.

Bring the weapons on-line

and polarize the hull plating.

Lay in a 60-degree vector.

We're going in.

( pre-echoing ):

I don't know.

What do you know?

They followed us here.

Looking for Klaang or for you?

I don't know

but I will destroy them

before they locate the helix.

We didn't plan to involve

the humans or the Vulcans...

not yet.

Sarin's message

cannot reach Kronos.

If the humans have it,

you must stop them.

Sensor resolution's

falling off

at about 12 kilometers.

Travis?

I'm okay, Captain.

Our situation should improve.

We're about to break through

the cyclohexane layer.

I wouldn't exactly call this

an improvement.

Liquid phosphorous.

I wouldn't have expected that

beneath a layer of cyclohexane.

You might think

about recommending seat belts

when we get home.

It's just

a little bad weather.

( beeping )

We've got sensors.

Level off.

Go to long-range scans.

I'm detecting two vessels

bearing 119 mark seven.

Put it up.

REED:

Impulse and

warp engines.

What kind of weapons?

We're too far away.

Sir, I'm picking

up something

at 342 mark 12.

It's a lot bigger.

All sensors,

get whatever you can.

Go tighter.

Bio-signs?

Over 30,000, but I can't isolate

a Klingon if there is one.

That was a particle weapon, sir.

TUCKER:

Bridge

we're taking damage down here.

What's going on?

Just a little trouble

with the bad guys.

I suggest we return

to the phosphorous layer.

Take us up.

Captain.

What have you got?

It appears to be

an aggregate structure

comprised of hundreds

of vessels.

They're held in place

by an interlocking system

of magnetic seals.

There. Right there.

These bio-readings

are not Suliban.

We can't be certain

they're Klingon.

Even if it is Klaang,

we'd have a tough time

getting him out of there.

We could always try

the transporting device.

We've risked too much

to bring him back inside-out.

Would the grappler work

in a liquid atmosphere?

I believe so.

Bring it on-line.

One more time, Mr. Mayweather.

The ventral plating's down.

Hold your position.

Lead ship's closing.

7,000 meters.

6,000.

We should ascend.

Hold your position.

1,000 meters.

Forward plating's off-line.

Now, Mr. Reed.

The ship's in the launch bay.

Ask me another one.

All right.

What's this?

The pitch control.

No, that's

the pitch control.

This is the guidance system.

Pitch control

guidance system.

Got it.

The docking interface--

how do you deploy it?

Release the inertial clamps

here, here and here

then initialize

the coaxial ports.

Good. Where's

the auxiliary throttle?

Hmm.

It's not this one.

With all due respect

to Commander Tucker

I'm pretty sure

I can fly this thing, sir.

I don't doubt that,

but I need you here.

There, that's it.

Auxiliary throttle.

( low rumbling )

Captain, that charge contained

a proximity sweep.

If we remain here,

they're going to locate us.

You're going to have to speed

this up a little, Travis.

How complicated

can it be?

Up, down,

forward, reverse.

I can figure it out.

We'll be back

before you know it.

Have Mayweather plot

a course for Kronos.

There's a Vulcan ship

less than two days away.

It's illogical

to attempt this alone.

I was beginning to think

you understood why we

have to do this alone.

You'll have other

opportunities

to demonstrate

your independence.

Never put off till tomorrow...

You both could be killed.

Am I sensing concern?

Last time I checked,

that was considered an emotion.

If anything happens

to either of you

the Vulcan High Command

will hold me responsible.

( door chimes )

Come in.

You finished?

Sir.

This should reverse

the polarity of any maglock

within a hundred meters.

Once you've set the sequence,

you'll have five seconds.

One more thing.

Ah, our new weapons.

They're called phase-pistols.

They have two settings:

stun and kill.

It would be best

not to confuse them.

( rumbling )

Time to go.

The ship is yours.

( chirping alarm )

What's that?

Travis said not to worry

about that panel.

That's reassuring.

Hold on.

That was a lot closer.

If we change our position

theyl have to start

from scratch.

If we change our position

the Captain will have no way

of finding us.

I think we're there.

Bring the docking

interface on-line.

Coaxial ports.

Open.

Let's go.

Where is it?

It was right there.

Bank starboard, 90 degrees.

There you are.

That's the upper-support radius.

Drop down right below it.

Start a counterclockwise sweep.

A little more.

( alarm beeping )

Right there.

Stun seems to work.

Grab onto something!

( alarms blaring )

This is ridiculous!

If we don't

move the ship

Captain Archer won't have

anything to look for

when he gets back.

We're going to need

that ear of yours.

Move us away,

five kilometers.

In what direction?

Any direction.

This is going be easier

than I thought.

It's okay.

We're getting you

off this thing.

( growls )

I really don't

want to have to

carry you out of here.

You okay?

I think he gets the idea.

Give him a hand.

Ou'taw boh!

Be quiet.

Borat! Borat!

Muh tok!

Dajvo tagh! Borat!

You tell him, big guy.

Give me the box!

( grunting )

Thanks.

Get to the ship.

I'll be right behind you.

( electronic whine )

( alarm blaring )

Captain?

ARCHER:

It worked, Trip.

Where are you?

I'm still on the central core.

Get Klaang back to Enterprise.

What about you, sir?

Get him to the ship.

You can come back for me.

It's going to be hard

to isolate your bio-signs

so stay as far away

from the Suliban

as you can.

Believe me, I'll try.

All I hear is noise.

I don't particularly like

the way you smell, either!

MajOa!

I don't get it.

This is right

where they're

supposed to be.

The charges

are getting closer again.

Another five kilometers, Ensign.

At this rate,

the Captain will never find us.

Wait a minute.

I think I've

got something.

Amplify it.

( cacophony of radio signals,

distord background noise )

It's Commander Tucker.

All I hear is noise.

It's just a narrow notch

in the mid-range.

He says he's about to ignite

his thruster exhaust.

Coordinates: 158, mark 1-3.

MAYWEATHER:

Laid in.

Ahead, 50 KPH.

Shaya tonat.

You're welcome.

Two kilometers, dead ahead.

Initiate docking procedures.

I'm only picking up

two bio-signs.

One Klingon, one human.

( reverberating tones echoing )

( reverberating tones stop )

Turn the ship around now.

Our mission is to return

the Klingon to his homeworld.

Another rescue attempt could

jeopardize that mission.

The Captain specifically told us

to come back for him.

As Commanding Officer

it's my job to interpret

the Captain's orders.

I just told you his orders!

What's there to interpret?

T'POL:

Captain Archer may very well

have told you to return

for him later because he knew

how stubborn you can be.

What the hell is that

supposed to mean?

You might have

risked Klaang's life

in a foolish attempt to swing

back and rescue the Captain.

I can't believe this!

The situation must

be analyzed logically.

I don't remember

the Captain analyzing anything

when he went back for you

on that roof.

That is a specious analogy.

Is it?

( low, reverberating tones )

SILIK ( pre-echoing ):

You're wasting your time.

Klaang knows nothing.

It would be unwise to discharge

that weapon in this room.

( pre-echoing ):

What is this room?

What goes on here?

You're very curious, John.

May I call you John?

Am I supposed to be impressed

you know my name?

I've learne

Tolayon · 17. September 2002

Oh Mann, was ist denn da passiert? :eek:

Ist die Formatierung so beabsichtigt? Das sind ja Hunderte von ganz kurzen Zeilen!

TheOssi · 17. September 2002

@Olli: Huhu! - Wortbegreunzung bei Posts beachten. - Die Folge ist nur knapp zur Hälfte da.

Oliver-Daniel · 17. September 2002

Ist mir schon klar, kann mir vielleicht dann jemand helfen, wie ich das moeglichst platzsparend posten kann?

Werewolf · 17. September 2002

Frag doch den Enterprise-Zone Redakteur, ob er nicht deine Transcripts als feste Institution in die Seite integriert! Dann kannst du ihn immer frisch versorgen!

Oliver-Daniel · 17. September 2002

Oh Mann, wo finde ich den, wer ist es ich drehe gleich durch...

Werewolf · 17. September 2002

Oliver Schöndorfer ist sein Name, schick ihm doch einfach ne Mail!

Oliver-Daniel · 17. September 2002

gut, werde ich dann mal machen. Danke fuer den Tip, Werewolf, mit einem o....

Ensign · 17. September 2002

Hallo, hier ist der Enterprise-Typ!

Sieht gut für Transscripts aus, jetzt mal so ganz insider . Aber kann noch ein, zwei Wochen dauern.

Enterpirse-Zone, TREKNews und ich natürlich gehen gerne auf eure Wüsche ein. Wenn ihr also wieder etwas gerne sehen oder verwirklichen wollt und das vielleicht sogar selbst liefern könnt, dann nur immer her damit!

E-Z und ich werde auf dem Laufenden halten!

Oliver-Daniel · 18. September 2002

Also wie bereits von Ensign erwaehnt, wird auf irgendwo auf der TrekNews Homepage eine eigene Rubrik fuer die Enterprise Transscript eingerichtet werden. Ich wuerde mich freuen, wenn es einige Leute von euch gibt, die mich dann bei einem Entwurf einer deutschen Fassung (sozusagen neben der offiziellen Fassung) behilflich sein wuerden.

Sorry, fuer das Kuddelmuddel (geiles Wort) hier. Ich finde es besser, wenn wir die Scripts anderweitig posten und uns hier der Uebersetzungen bzw. Diskussion ueber den Text widmen...

OK? DAnn ad astra..

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