I have no emotion, but if I did, I would be forced laugh at the thought of taking orders from an infant. They wouldn't even let her into 10-Forward, because as a child she wasn't old enough to drink synthahol. And Kaiko was despondent because she had been demoted to lower gardener, second class. She sobbed in Chief O'Brien's arms. Miles, they're starting me down at grass and shrubs again.
Life is tough all over.
Captain's Log, stardate supplemental After a minor subplot of no significance whatsoever involving the Ferengi, we have retrieved Mr. Crusher and repaired the transporter. The Insectoids have destroyed most of the fleet in a cowardly sneak attack. With humanity enslaved, the last survivors of a small fleet led by War Admiral Norman North try to escape the advancing Insectoid fleets while searching for a new weapon that they can use to fight back.