captain's starlog, supplemental. we've returned to enterprise, where we received word that the cargo ship ticonderoga is missing. anything on long- range sensors? not yet. what's our eta? tell malcolm to finish his upgrades to the targeting scanners. if we run into that marauder again, i want to make sure every shot counts. understood. report. she's good to go. whenever you're ready. tucker: lot of movement. 50% spike. are you feeling all right? we can stop anytime you like. . strangely enjoyable. she's maxed it out. is that good? very good. is there another test we can try? ( gasps ) synaptic trouble. shut it down! captain's starlog, supplemental. we've arrived at the last known coordinates of the ticonderoga. i'm picking up debris. hull fragments... nacelle casings... several bodies... human. keep scanning. try to find the marauder's warp signature. is there any word from sick bay? she's going to be okay... but phlox says it's too dangerous to try again. for nothing. what happened? you had a convulsion. you're all

captain's starlog, supplemental. of the planet he described. we're en route to verify his claims. the crew. concerns? the orion women... their presence is becoming disruptive. you're telling me. the crew isn't used to having orions on board. it's more thananhat. our "guests" visited the mess hall this morning. as a result, 12 crewmen reported late for their shifts. i get the picture. it's primarily their attire. i'llllee about assigning them some clothes. it might also be a good idea if you had a word with them. they're still under the impression they belong to you. unless a new policy has been instated, i believe starfleet doesn't condone slavery. i'll speak to them first chance i get. thank you. lieutenant. have you seen them yet? i ran into one of them in the corridor. they're really... yeah, i know. i know... ( grunting ) what are you trying to do? get 'em out of my head. the pain helps. you should try it. when i was on my parents' ship, we picked up some deltans once. their ship was having engine trouble... i do

captioning sponsored by paramount television and upn captain's starlog, november 27, 2154. columbia. on a personal note, i'll also be saying good-bye to one helluva chief engineer. ( door chimes ) yeah? she's a thing of beauty. columbia's virtually identical to enterprise. a good engineer can see the differences. you coming to the mess hall later? my "going away" party? i don't understand the logic behind this transfer. you're not being promoted... you think i'm doing this to advance my career? you wouldn't leave captain archer without sufficient reason. well, for one thing, this is a new challenge. it took me a year to fine-tune enterprise. i figure i can do the same for captain hernandez in half the time. has the experience. are you leaving because of me? starfleet's approved the transfer. you didn't answer my question. this may come as a shock, but not everything in my life revolves around you. i'm glad we got here early. there never used to be a wait to get in. orever, did you? you didn't think madame chang's there are a lot of starfleet people here. that's probably my

captain's starlog, july 31, 2151. we've removed the mining equipment from under the shop. as far as we can tell none of the akaali knows what really happened... with one exception. one? that's all they'll need. what if garos comes back? i've notified t'pol's people. they're going to look in on you from time to time. they could stop by for tea. you bet. it's probably best if you... keep all this to yourself. who'd believe me anyway? where is your starship headed now? there are lots of inhabited planets to see. but i doubt many will be this memorable. is your translator broken again? i'm sorry? [captioning sponsored by paramount television and united paramount networks ( impersonating brando ): remember that night in the garden? you come down to my dressing room. you said, "kid, this ain't your night. we're going for the price on wilson." you remember that? this ain't your night. my night? i could have taken wilson apart, charlie. so what does he get, huh? what happens? he gets the title shot outdoors in the ball park. a one way ticket to palookaville. you was my brother. yo

captioning sponsored by paramount television and upn forrest: captain's starlog, january 13, 2155. we've left gorlan station and have set a course to rendezvous with our assault fleet. major reed and the doctor have asked for a few minutes to show me their latest project. the booth will be far more effective than our previous disciplinary methods. it can stimulate the pain center of virtually any humanoid. a synaptic scan calibrates it for each species. they call this progress. there's something to be said for a good, old- fashioned flogging. well, that's what's so exceptional about this device. traditional forms of punishment can overwhelm the nervous system. after a time, the brain ceases to feel anything. these sensors continually shift the stimulation from one nerve cluster to another, i think you enjoy your work too much, doctor. archer: what, exactly, did mr. terev do? i'm not certain. i suspect he was late for his duty shift. aren't all tellarites guilty of something? archer: did you get a chance to look over my proposal? forrest: i read it. and? we're going to rendezvous at

captain's starlog, supplemental: we've picked up a faint warp trail until our long-range sensors are back on-line. anything? mmm... no. try bypassing circuit l-47. aye, sir. i don't know what's going on with that guy. i can understand taking on those pirates. i probably would have done the same thing. but firing on a starfleet vessel... he's got a lot more than pirates to worry about now. i never thought i'd see a y-class running from any ship i was on. when i was growing up on the horizon anything that happened on board, you handled yourself. if someone on the crew got into a fight you just worked it out. you took care of your own. if starfleet suddenly showed up and told my father what he could or couldn't do on his own ship... things are changing. ryan's going to have to figure that out. maybe he already has and he just doesn't like it. got it. ( door chimes ) come in. do you have a minute, sir? i think i can squeeze you in. what's on your mind, travis? permission to speak frfrly, sir? anytime. i'm worried that we're not handling theheituation the right way. go on. you know i'd ne

. - [narrator] join the thousands of people nationwide already using mobilehelp, captain's starlog, supplemental. join us in our search for phlox. we'll have a better chance of making it through klingon territory with twice the firepower. i don't suppose you can tell me where i'm going this time? i didn't think so. those are my personal files. not when they affect my ship. we ran his face and voiceprint through our database. his name is harris. he worked in starfleet security up till five years ago. after that, his file ends. captain... there's nothing more i can add. i won't accept that. you endangered every member of this crew. you answer to me. i thought i knew you, malcolm. whatever hold this harris has on you, you could have come to me. i'm under orders. i'm your commanding officer! if you don't tell me what's going on, i'll go to starfleet. whatever you think you've been trying to keep hidden, is going to come out. is that what you want? is that what you want?! i can't tell you what i don't know. send a message to harris. has the house of phlox always been one of healers? there is no, uh,

captain's starlog, supplemental: sub-commander t'pol has discovered the remnants of an impact crater that could explain the radiation. how far away is it? about 500 kilometers north. how deep? it's been partially filled in by erosion over the years but i'm reading impact fractures down to nearly 2,000 meters. comet or an asteroid? a large one. the tectonic analysis puts the impact at approximately 70 years ago. the poison rain. the geology was comprised primarily of beresium ore. the thermo-shock would have created a radioactive cloud that probably covered the northern hemisphere for more than a year. they spent all those years getting here... that's an old mk-33, isn't it? or is it a 34? impressive body armor you're wearing. did you make it yourself? right. i don't suppose there's a lavatory on the premises, is there? i wouldn't mind freshening up a little. didn't think so. is your belly hollow? that all depends. digger meat. looks a little, uh... undercooked. humans are like damp moss. they rot on the underside. not bad. (low-pitched horn sounding) (music continues) (door chimes) c

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. this trade dispute is a little more urgent. you people are even uglier than i remember. captain jonathan archer. welcome aboard. ( grunts ) 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. it's far too cold in here. we'

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. e 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? 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. the radiation's dissipated their warp trail. i'm only picking up fragments. you finis

archer: captain's starlog, supplemental. for now, the truce between the andorians and tellarites on enterprise is holding. but starfleet has informed me of a new diplomatic crisis. there were no survivors. why does starfleet think this is connected to the other incidents? the rigelliansnsransmitted a visual record of the ship that attacked them. i'm told their trade commission is demanding compensation... and my arrest. whoever's behind these attacks-- they're tryine than provoke a war between andorians and tellarites. lize the entire region. we need to find the marauder before it attacks again. i've found a way to detect their warp signature. and travis designed a sensor grid that should extend our range. how many ships will it take to make this work? only 128. there's just one way we can get that many ships to help us. talas. ( whispering ): have you come to take me home? i think this denobulan doctor is secretly in love with you. he wants to keep you to himself. you said my wound was superficial. you were only grazed. tha

all stop. ave just made a friend. ptain's starlog, may 6, 2151: turns out they're androgynous and live over 400 years. i look forward to meeting them again under better circumstances. before we resume our courur, i've agreed to make a brief detour. this isn't exactly like the place you came from but it's close enough. it's not that hard to adapt. [captioning sponsored by paramount television and united paramount networks iok's got half the department standing by. why do we need so much back up? because the last time they almost had him they chased him through six blocks of backyards. i'm a little tired of standing in these bushes. we know the house is empty. the whole e hool knows. empty houses are being robbed. we're staying in the bushes. wouldn't y y rather be working on a real case? this is a real case. twenty houses, three weeks-- $14,000. i'm amazed. who is it? hanson: it's walker stevenson. walker? i like walker. he's in my bio class. i don't remember this being part of the m.o. isn't he suppose to be weariri a black outfit and slithering in through the window? this guy's the wo