Quantum's Log Cabin Syrup (with sage sausages) confirms that Forrest called him up and gave him the expected orders. Meeting with the Bridge Crew, Quantum ascertains that they've located the Pernaia system. Quantum tells May-Sub that when they reach the system, he'll be piloting T'Pol's sh'pod. "And where exactly will we be going?" May-Sub asks, in a tone he really shouldn't use unless he wants his storyline taken away from him. For the fiftieth time. Quantum tells him that neither he nor Admiral Forrest knows what is really going on. "Seems the Sub-Commander's on a highly classified mission," Quantum says sardonically, while T'Pol looks as uncomfortable as a student who has been singled out by a suspicious teacher for doing well on a test specifically engineered to demoralize the entire class. Trip is incredulous that they're not allowed to know any more information about T'Pol's cloak and daggering, and wonders what they are supposed to do while they're waiting around for May-Sub and T'Pol to return from Mission Implausible. "I could use a few days to recalibrate the torpedo launchers," Reed offers. Nerd. Trip nods, but only to snark, "I could polish all the handles and rails in Engineering." Shut up, Trip. Quantum draws up his chest and furrows indulgently at him. Trip concedes that he could find some technobabbling to do. Failing that, you could go clean your room and make your bed. Quantum agrees they will all find something to do. And you, mister, you could walk your dog. Again. Quantum asks if there are any supplies T'Pol and May-Sub are going to need. "Cold-weather gear. Restraints and phase pistols," T'Pol tells him. "And dancing shoes," Mathra giggles from the couch.
Episode Report CardKeckler: B | 338 USERS: C+
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