The assault team searches and strategizes. Reedvil brings his men to a corridor where they have tracked and triangulated a biosign. Reedvil waits for it, flexes, nods at his men, then jumps into a lunging pose in the middle of the corridor. His backup crew follow with similar poses. It's like Star Trek!: The Musical. The tracked biosign is coming from a modified comm device left on the floor. A trap. Elsewhere, a production assistant in oversized reptilian gloves pushes a button. Explosion. Evil Leaper prances to investigate. "I've failed you, Captain," Reedvil chokes out as Evil Leaper steps over his bleeding face. Well, you would wear a red shirt, Reed. I mean, I know it matched your lips, honey, but next time? Be smart rather than pretty. Evil Leaper tells T'Pol to go to Plan B and modify environmentals on another deck.
What happens next is more pathetic than anything that I ever saw in TOS, and yes, I'm including the crawling Giant Pepperoni Pizza in that. Evil Leaper steps over some suitably clad and coiffed Defiant crew and looks around. Above him, we can see a CGI Gorn, hanging from the ceiling. Evil Leaper looks around a bit more and the Gorn falls on him. They fight. You know what? I can't even finish this tonight -- the CGI is SO bad, it's depressing the hell out of me, and I'm just going to have to pick this up tomorrow. I'm off to read Demian's recap of "The Legend of Sleepy Halliwell" because I know that will put me in a better mood.