Enterprise bridge. The crew gets a call from the city on the other side of the desert. A Chin Dribblin' wants to know why they sent a sh'pod to the surface, and T'Pol explains that they were invited. "By whom?" Chin Dribblin' wants to know. T'Pol tells him, "A man named Zobral. And you are?" "Chancellor Trellit," Chin Dribblin' says. "Why are you in contact with this man?" T'Pol explains the broken-down ship and subsequent offer of hospitality. This is where we find out that they will most likely never see Trip or Quantum again. Oh, what dreams may come…

Dunes. Geskana Match. The game scene is pretty awesome, even if so much of it is CGIs and oddly slo-mo'd, and I do have to say that Quantum and Trip's bare chests do not make me want to remove my eyes with a corkscrew and wash them in my glass of Fumé Blanc. Maybe because compared to their naked-ish scenes on the ship, they aren't as pale as pasteurized milk here. It appears that the ball changes from blue to yellow in your lacrosse cup thing, depending on what team you play for. And by "team," I actually do mean that literally and not the way Slash Sleuths might think. The anvil sits on the sidelines pumping pom-poms and cheers for how well Quantum and Trip work together as teammates. Bleh. After Osama Bin Dribblin' blocks Quantum's attempt on goal, the Geskaners break for half-time. "Two centimeters to the right and you woulda had it," Trip says. "Next time I'll set you up with a no-look pass," Quantum says, slapping him on the shoulder. Um, sunburn? So, ouch! While Trip seems untouched by the game, the makeup crew saw fit to anoint Quantum with a red slash across his chest to show how aggressive he was in the game. God, where's that damn wine bottle?

T'Pol comms Quantum to alert him to the fact that he's playing around with a dangerous terrorist warlord. "They're responsible for numerous civilian attacks within the city," T'Pol says. Like a dolt, Quantum tells T'Pol that they don't "seem" like terrorists. No one seems like a terrorist; that's what makes their terrorizing so effective, Cpt. Pea Brain. T'Pol suggests they return to the ship until they determine who and what Osama Bin Dribblin' and his crew are. Quantum casts a backward glance at Osama Bin Dribblin', who's conferring with one of his cloaked men, and tells T'Pol they're on their way. Osama Bin Dribblin' walks over to Quantum and tells him he hopes everything is all right, but Quantum makes up some technobabble lie about why they're needed back on the ship. Trip asks if they can stay to finish the quarter, but Quantum goes into some more technobabble, and finally Trip catches on. Osama Bin Dribblin' argues with him, telling him they must have other people to fix the problem, and again mentions how easily he is offended. Man, what a passive-aggressive warlord. Quantum promises to return if they have time. "You should not believe the Torothans!" Osama Bin Dribblin' bellows, slamming his stick to the ground. Quantum and Trip just look at him, and Osama Bin Dribblin' tells them that he was informed about a "lengthy transmission" between Enterprise and Chancellor Trellit. "Whatever he told your Science Officer, it is not true!" Osama Bin Dribblin' yells. His tone of voice really isn't going far to convince me that he's not a dangerous and violent mass murderer. Osama Bin Dribblin' moderates his voice and says, "I wanted this to wait until later, but I beg you, let me explain the real reason why I asked you here." Quantum is about to protest, but Osama Bin Dribblin' continues, "You have a reputation for being fair, a man of great integrity. When you hear what I am about to say, I am certain you will want to help us." He appeals so effectively to Quantum's obvious vanity that Quantum agrees to listen and doesn't even bother to ask HOW in the galaxy he would have achieved a reputation on this planet in the FEW SHORT MONTHS HE'S BEEN IN SPACE. In space, no one can hear the bullshit.