Enterprise
Canamar

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Ladies and gentlemen, I present you with an exhibit of crap -- an assortment of dull dialogue and pointless plots that share one thing in common: you won't find them on the average network or basic cable channel. Each scene a collector's item in its own way -- not because of any special artistic quality, but because each scene captures on a celluloid canvas, suspends in time and space, a frozen moment of Keckler's nightmare. I welcome you to The Spite Gallery.

Empty shuttle. Tricorder floating in the empty shuttle so we really know it's an empty shuttle. Hoshi calling the empty shuttle to ask if all the rumors about it being an empty shuttle are correct. Dance Of The Reed Flutes gives the final word in empty shuttleness by reporting that there are no bio-signs. Ergo, the shuttle is empty. You know what's not an empty shuttle? That which holds my Post Road Pumpkin Ale.

Insert intense song hatred here.

The remaining crew listens to Quantum's log entries about his and Trip's successful first contact with the Enolians, the squeezing in of some R&R, and the mention of an alien form of water polo. GOD! Go to The Mall of America and buy yourself a new facet, Quantum! Phlox finds traces of Trip's and Quantum's blood in the sh'pod and announces that Dance Of The Reed Flutes thinks they were abducted. Did he come to that conclusion all on his own, or did the traces of blood and shuttle emptiness give it away? May-onnaise makes his patented annoyed face until T'Pol orders up a Trip-Tick for the Enolians' home world.

Alien ship. A humanoid alien pilots the ship while the other pulls a rifle out of a cabinet and says he'll be right back. Okay, you know what? I'm going to make this easy on myself. The ship they're on is a prisoner transport ship, and the people running it are Enolians -- I'm not going to wait for the "plot" to tell us those drabs of information, because it's really annoying. And boring. Have I mentioned how BORED I am? Bore, bored, boring. Passing a second Enolian guard with a rifle, the first Enolian paces up and down a catwalk and surveys the rows of prisoners. They all look like they should be holding onto oars stuck through the side of the hull like an old Viking ship. Quantum is hunched over, fidgeting with his restraint, which seems to be a bike lock with two holes for the wrists. A little red light lets us know these restraints do more than play a role in alien bondage films. Across the catwalk from Quantum, Trip alerts his captain that the guard is coming by. Both Trip and Quantum look a bit bashed in the face, although I think Trip's blood is a little pink to be real looking. Unless, of course, they're trying to make him out to be a Klingon-human hybrid. Quantum tries to get some answers out of the guard but gets his bikelock-built-for-two-wrists zapped for bothering. In what I hope is severe and monumental pain, Quantum falls against his seatmate -- who really resembles a latex nightmare of Clem, The Master, and Sloth from The Goonies all smushed together. Lex Latex irritably shoves him off. Heh. Mathra thinks the wrist restraints look like those "guards" people used to twist together on their Swatches. Remember Swatches? In fifth grade, I wanted one so bad. I begged and pleaded with my mother, but all she did was get me a pink and yellow imitation from Target. I got the guards, though.

An Enolian prisoner sitting in front of Quantum informs him that the guards don't like to be bothered, and Quantum seizes upon this fellow restrainee as a font of information. He asks where they're going, since he heard someone mention "Canamar." The font seems to have dried up as quickly as it gushed, because the Enolian prisoner disdains to answer. However, Trip's seatmate -- a dread-locked alien with a teenage voice and fluttery scales around his jowls -- tells him, "It's a penal colony!" before turning away again. Hee: penile colony. Trip asks Terence Trent D'Alien about their justice system and finds out that there's really no justice to the system; guilty or not, they're all being sent to Canamar. If you ask me, Canamar sounds like a place where top-flight pilots get sent to fly against the best of the best. Maybe it's not such a bad place -- Quantum could end up with "Furrow" painted on his helmet. Although I don't think I'd like to see Terence Trent D'Alien or the Nausicaan dancing around to Miami Sound Machine. Trip tells him he thinks they are being accused of smuggling, and Terence Trent D'Alien seems to think that's a particularly bad thing. "They'll probably make an example of you," Terence Trent D'Alien finishes. Trip and Quantum exchange looks. Quantum looks at the guard and then looks at his seatmate, who growls at him. Heh.

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