Star Trek: Renegades

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be,

for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance,

my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,

looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet,

the menace of the years,

Finds and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,

how charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain, of my soul.

What pity my preparations

do not allow me to hunt you myself!

I claim the right of last kill.

Son, that right must be earned,

which clearly you have not.

Do not be shamed in your defeat.

We are stronger because

we adapted to impossible conditions.

Your sacrifice honors you.

Reuel 7, the Federation's second

largest supplier of dilithium crystals,

until last week, that is,

when it appears the very fabric of

space and time simply folded around it.

Two months ago,

another major supplier in

the Gamma Tauri system

experienced a similar

disappearance.

These are not natural phenomenona.

It's clear that whatever this is,

someone or something is causing it.

That will be all, Lieutenant Masaru.

Thank you, Admiral. I'll be in my quarters.

Computer! Access file 62285, shadow mode.

Until three years ago, the planet

Syphon was not on any of our charts.

One hell of a coincidence,

wouldn't you say?

This is their leader, Borrada

I am convinced that he and Syphon

are responsible for what happened

to Reuel and Gamma Tauri.

The Council refuses to act.

It is destroying planets

and yet they do nothing.

Do you have proof?

Admiral Satterle contacted me,

I finally have the proof, Pavel.

The Council knows that Borrada is

responsible but they're keeping it quiet.

And there's more.

Someone is helping him.

We can't trust anyone.

Preliminary Reports indicate

a faulty plasma conduit.

I don't believe it for a moment

I fear the Federation is

on the verge of collapse

and I can't let that happen,

Council orders and Prime

Directive notwithstanding.

- Then we have to find other means.

- Yes.

You will assemble a new crew, quietly.

We can not go through the usual channels.

Our salvation may rest

with rogues and outcasts

I know of such a crew.

Captain Alvarez, beam the

cargo over immediately

or I will be forced to destroy

your pitiful little ship.

I prefer to see who I'm dealing with first.

Are you not seeing my pulchritudinous face?

Why don't you uncloak your ship, alright?

I don't have all day.

Share this glorious new design

with the Federation?

Klingon ship uncloaking

It's about time.

The coordinates are different.

They're early.

Doc, did you get it?

No, need more time.

Greetings, Captain Alvarez,

I trust we haven't kept you waiting.

Waiting? We were jus...

Captain Gedlock, we may have an issue.

Go to red alert. Shields up!

Incompetent Slug!

Pulchritudinous?

It was working!

Mr. Lu, I want you to lock

photons on that cloaked ship,

fire a warning shot

on my command.

Yes, Sir.

Photons locked on our coordinates.

Give them everything.

Fire!

The Icarus.

Let's give 'em hell! Return fire!

Why do we delay?

You think you have the brains

to beam through their shields

in the middle of a battle?

You're nothing more than a failure.

Why else would Federation banish you?

Two more? Where?

Direct hit on the deflector shield,

cloaking device is fried, man!

Deliver on your promise, Doctor

Lucien, or I finish you.

Ronara! One zero nine mark two one.

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