Scene: Day 1
Obrist: Temporal incursion is complete. All organisms and man-made objects have been eradicated.
Annorax: Probe the continuum. Has our target event been achieved?
Obrist: Negative. Negative target event. I don't understand, sir. We spent months making these calculations.
Annorax: Time is patient, so we must be patient with it. Eradicating a single Zahl colony wasn't enough for a total restoration. We have to work on a larger scale. Take us to the Zahl homeworld. Prepare a new set of calculations. We must erase the entire species from time. Every lifeform, every molecule.
Janeway: Space, the great unknown, Only now we're going to know it a little better. Harry?
Chakotay: Before there were maps and globes, let alone radar and subspace sensors, mariners navigated by the stars. We're returning to that tried and true method, but this time there's a difference.
Janeway: Ensign Kim and Seven of Nine have merged Starfleet and Borg ingenuity to create this new technology.And I'm sure I speak for the entire crew when I say, thank you. Now, how the hell does it work?
Seven: Astrometric sensors measure the radiative flux of up to three billion stars simultaneously. The computer then calculates our position relative to the center of the galaxy.
Kim: This mapping technology is ten times more accurate than what we've been using. Seven, will you do the honors? We've plotted a new course home.
Seven: By my estimates this trajectory will eliminate five years from your journey.
Neelix: Our journey. Nice work, Seven.
Torres: That region of space we're about to enter. It looks like it has a lot of M-class planets.
Seven: It does. Spatial grid zero zero five. Primary species, the Zahl.
Tuvok: What do we know about this species?
Seven: Technologically advanced but nonconfrontational. Their resistance quotient is quite low.
Chakotay: Thank you all for coming. We've got a lot of work to do, so
Emh: I'd like to say a few words if I may. I've prepared a speech for this occasion. When I was first activated on Stardate 48315, and I found myself mano a mano with the Delta Quadrant, I didn't think we'd survive a week, let alone three years. There was strife. There was discord. You were all at each others throats. But over time, I've had the pleasure and pride of watching this crew learn to work together as colleagues, even friends.
Paris: Hear, hear.
Emh: Who would have thought that this eclectic group of voyagers could actually become a family? Starfleet, Maquis, Klingon, Talaxian, hologram, Borg, even Mister Paris. Granted, we've had our share of difficulties. One might say, we've seen the best of times and the worst of times. I'd now like to recount some of those times from my unique perspective. Under the category of best of times, I invite you all to recall the moment when I
Crewman: Bridge to captain.
Janeway: Janeway here.
Crewman: We're being hailed. A vessel off the port bow.
Chakotay: On our way.
Emh: Perhaps we could all reconvene later?
Lang: They're firing on us, Captain.
Tuvok: It's a small vessel, fifteen lifeforms aboard. Low warp capacity, limited armaments. They pose no threat.
Janeway: Open a channel. Good day, sir. Have we offended you in some way?
Krenim Commandant: You will reverse course immediately. This region is in dispute. You have no business in Krenim space.
Janeway: I was under the impression we were entering Zahl territory.
Krenim Commandant: The Zahl have no legitimate claim here. They have taken what is ours. Reverse course or be destroyed.
Janeway: With all due respect, unless you've got something a little bigger in your torpedo tubes, I'm not turning around. But I'm certainly willing to discuss this issue with you.
Krenim Commandant: No discussion! No compromise!
Tuvok: They are in retreat.
Chakotay: His bark's obviously worse than his bite.
Janeway: He seems rather intent. Let's go to yellow alert. Maintain our course. Maybe the Zahl can give us some answers. Day 4
Official: As long as you travel in Zahl territory you travel among friends. I apologize for your mishap with the Krenim.
Janeway: It was hardly traumatic, but I am curious. The Krenim claim this region as their own.
Zahl Official: The Krenim dominated this space many years ago. They possessed deadly weapons based on temporal science, and it kept them in power for a long time. But a generation ago we fought the Krenim. We defeated them and took back the planets that they had annexed, dismantled their military forces. Their ships still wander our territory making grandiose claims. Don't let them trouble you. Now, tell me about Voyager. A single ship alone, half a galaxy from home. How exciting for you.
Kim: Bridge to Captain. Sorry to interrupt, but the Krenim vessel is back. They're demanding to speak with you.
Janeway: Hello again.
Krenim Commandant: You've ignored our warnings, and now you consort with our enemy.
Zahl Official: Leave this space or I'll seize your vessel and send you home in a cargo container.
Janeway: Gentlemen, please. Believe me, we're not conspiring against you.
Kim: Captain, there's a spatial distortion heading towards us. Whatever it is, it's huge. Five light years across and it's expanding.
Tuvok: Tracking it's origin. A vessel near the Zahl homeworld.
Zahl Official: What?
Tuvok: It appears to be a massive build-up of temporal energy. Some kind of space-time shock wave.
Janeway: Tom.
Paris: It's destabilizing our warp field. I've lost engines.
Janeway: Shields to full. Secure primary systems. All hands, brace for impact.
Chakotay: She's dead.
Tuvok: Shields at seventy percent. The Krenim are firing again. We're being hailed.
Janeway: It's about time. On screen. We've done nothing to provoke these attacks.
Krenim Commandant: Your presence in our space is provocation enough.
Janeway: We've been trying to communicate with your vessels but the only answer I get is weapons fire.
Krenim Commandant: State your identity.
Janeway: Captain Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager.
Krenim Commandant: And your reason for violating our borders?
Janeway: We're simply trying to get home. If you'd kindly allow us to pass through
Krenim Commandant: No. You will submit to the Krenim Imperium. I would prefer to seize your vessel before it is too badly damaged. Surrender now and I will forego the execution of your crew.
Janeway: I don't respond well to threats.
Krenim Commandant: Then prepare to be boarded.
Janeway: All hands, battle stations. This is turning into the Week of Hell.
Tuvok: They are charging weapons. Three seconds to impact.
Janeway: Evasive maneuvers.
Kim: Direct hit to our secondary hull.
Chakotay: I still don't understand why these torpedoes are ripping right through our shields.
Tuvok: Their weapons are chronoton based. They're penetrating our shields because they're in a state of temporal flux.
Janeway: Then lets exercise the better part of valor. Get us out of here, warp six.
Paris: Warp six. No sign of pursuit.
Janeway: Damage report.
Tuvok: Fifteen wounded. Main power is down. We've lost environmental control on decks seven and eight. The computer is offline.
Janeway: Mister Kim, do we have any sensors left?
Kim: Short range only.
Janeway: Commander, put the ship on twenty four hour tactical alert. Tuvok, analyze whatever data we've got on those chronoton torpedoes. See if you can modify our shielding. When those Krenim attack again, I want to be ready.
Annorax: Enter.
Obrist: Sir, you were correct. The Zahl homeworld was the focal point. Its erasure has produced a complete temporal restoration.
Annorax: Complete?
Obrist: Yes, sir.
Annorax: If I told you to count the stars in the cosmos would the task ever be complete?
Obrist: Sir?
Annorax: Our attempts may be sufficient. They may be even relatively successful, but they will never be complete. Choose your words with more precision.
Obrist: My apologies.
Annorax: What were the exact results?
Obrist: The Krenim Imperium has been restored to power. Our territory now includes eight hundred and forty nine inhabited worlds spanning five thousand parsecs.
Annorax: Counter indications?
Obrist: Negligible. No superior enemy forces, no unexpected diseases. Calculations indicate a ninety eight percent restoration. Our race is thriving once again.
Annorax: The, er, the colony at Kyana Prime. That was restored as well?
Obrist: No, sir. In this timeline the Imperium does not extend that far.
Annorax: Then our mission has failed. Begin calculations for the next incursion.
Obrist: Sir, we have just accomplished the impossible. A ninety eight percent restoration. Another incursion, even a minor one, could undermine everything. We should dismantle this weapon and rejoin our people.
Annorax: No, not until every colony, every individual, every blade of grass is restored.
Obrist: You said yourself our task will never be complete. Please. We should be satisfied with what we have accomplished. For two hundred years, we have never come this close.
Annorax: Not close enough.
Obrist: If I may speak my thoughts. Many among the crew are convinced that you have lost your objectivity. They think your quest for precision is unrealistic. Sir, we will never restore one hundred percent of what we had. We can manipulate the time continuum for another ten centuries. It will never happen.
Annorax: Return to your station and begin a new set of calculations. Is that clear?
Obrist: Perfectly.
Annorax: You surprise me, Obrist, After so many years, you still perceive time through conventional eyes. Never is a word that has no meaning here. As long as we stay on this vessel, protected from space-time, we have all eternity to accomplish our mission.
Obrist: Of course, sir. Day 32
Janeway: Return fire.
Tuvok: Weapons are down. My attempt to modify the shielding was unsuccessful.
Chakotay: Captain, during that last exchange we did some damage. The Krenim's aft shields are down. They're vulnerable.
Paris: We've got to hit them, now.
Kim: With what? Phaser banks are burned out, torpedo launchers are offline.
Emh: Doctor to bridge. We've got a power overload in Sickbay. I need an engineer down here right away.
Chakotay: Stand by, Doctor. Harry, can you handle it from here?
Kim: No, sir. The overload's spreading. Half that deck is going to blow in less than five minutes.
Chakotay: Doctor, get your patients out of there. All hands, this is the bridge. Emergency evacuation deck five.
Janeway: How many torpedoes do we have left?
Tuvok: Eleven.
Janeway: Arm four of them. Stand by to open the launch doors. We're going to deploy them like mines.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Tom, I need your finesse. Let the Krenim get within five thousand meters of us.
Paris: No problem.
Emh: Keep moving. Quickly, please, move quickly.
Computer: Warning, structural collapse in three minutes.
Tuvok: Torpedoes armed and ready.
Paris: They're within range.
Janeway: Tuvok, do it.
Paris: Got him!
Kim: The conduits on deck five are overloading. Thirty seconds till they blow.
Emh: Keep moving! Please hurry. That's it.
Computer: Warning, structural collapse
Computer: In twenty seconds.
Kim: Fifteen seconds!
Computer: Warning, structural collapse in ten seconds. Warning, structural collapse in five, four, three, two, one.
Janeway: Report!
Kim: Sections ten through fifty three on deck five are gone.
Janeway: Casualties?
Tuvok: Reports are coming in. Twelve wounded, many of them critically. The Doctor is setting up a triage facility in the mess hall. Two crew members were killed in the breach.
Janeway: Stand down Red alert. Assemble a security team. Survey the ship deck by deck. I want a full damage report. I'll be in my ready room. You have the bridge. What's left of it.
Janeway: Come in. Sorry about the mess.
Chakotay: You should see my place. They haven't looked as bad since my old Academy days.
Janeway: Is there something on your mind?
Chakotay: Yes, but you're not going to like it.
Janeway: That's never stopped you before. Broken.
Chakotay: I'll be blunt. Our strategy is failing. It was a good idea to try and create temporal shielding but it isn't working.
Janeway: Not yet, but it will. With every attack we're getting more information about their chronoton weapons.
Chakotay: How many more attacks will it take? Before long, there won't be a ship left to protect.
Janeway: We don't have a choice.
Chakotay: Maybe we do.
Janeway: Here comes the part I'm not going to like.
Chakotay: We should consider leaving the ship behind, breaking the crew into smaller groups. Escape pods, shuttles, each one with its own course. If all goes well, we'll rendezvous on the other side of Krenim space.
Janeway: Then what?
Chakotay: We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But at least we'd be increasing our chances of survival.
Janeway: Abandon ship? The answer's no. I'm not breaking up the family, Chakotay. We're stronger as a team. One crew, one ship. The moment we split apart, we lose the ability to pool our talents. We become vulnerable. We'll get picked off one by one. Now I say we make our stand. Together.
Chakotay: To be honest, I wasn't too fond of the idea myself.
Janeway: As long as Voyager's in one piece, we stay.
Chakotay: We stay. This looks like it stayed in one piece. Where does this go?
Janeway: My lucky teacup. Right over here.
Paris: Red alert. We're under attack. Two Krenim warships off the port bow. Day 47
Torres: When are they going to get us out of here?
Kim: Try to relax. Let's get back to the game. Grace Kelly. Cat burglars. The Riviera. Name the title and the male lead.
Torres: To Catch A Thief.
Kim: Right.
Torres: Clark Gable.
Kim: Wrong. Cary Grant.
Torres: I've seen the holographic version twice. It's Clark Gable.
Kim: I think you're getting them confused because they have the same initials. It was Grant.
Torres: No more twentieth century entertainment. I'm terrible at it. My turn. Category, athletics.
Kim: Fire away.
Torres: A notorious athlete, Parrises Squares championship finals, er, controversial decision.
Kim: M'Kota R'Cho. The first and only Klingon to play the game. During the finals of 2342 one of the referees called a penalty against his team. R'Cho strangled him.
Torres: Impressive.
Kim: You're looking at a true sports aficionado. Let's see, how about interstellar history?
Torres: Oh, great. You pick the one subject I almost failed at the Academy. Go ahead and ask. Ow!
Kim: Are you all right?
Torres: It just hurts a little. Feels like we've been here for days.
Kim: Actually, it's been about six hours. Try to hang on, B'Elanna. The emergency crews are going find us any minute. Come on, hurry up!
Torres: Go ahead and ask your stupid question before I pass out and you don't have anybody to play with.
Kim: Okay. Er, it's a famous ship. Er, pre-warp civilization. Er, Montana. Er, second stage had chemical engines.
Torres: Another clue.
Kim: Vulcans. Er, Earth, First Contact.
Torres: Oh, right, right. Er, er, er, Zephram Cochrane's ship. What was it called? Oh, it's on the tip of my tongue. Ow!
Kim: Okay, here, here, you'd better lie down now. Enough trivia for now.
Torres: No, no, I'm going to get this one.
Seven: Lieutenant. Ensign.
Torres: It's about time. What happened to the turbolift?
Seven: During the last attack nineteen main power relays were severed. The entire turbolift system is non-operational.
Torres: Get me to the Jefferies tube network on deck eleven. The EPS manifold must have taken a hit, too.
Kim: Seven of Nine can go take a look. We have to get you to the Doctor.
Torres: All right.
Seven: The Phoenix.
Kim: What?
Seven: The correct response to your query. The vessel Ensign Kim was describing. It was designated the Phoenix.
Kim: Not bad. I didn't realize you knew so much about Earth history.
Seven: I don't, but the Borg were present during those events.
Kim: Really.
Seven: It's a complicated story. Perhaps another time.
Torres: I think so.
Chakotay: Transverse bulkheads. We've set up emergency forcefields between all decks and every section. In the event of a cataclysmic breach most of us will be protected.
Janeway: Ingenious.
Chakotay: Actually, you can thank Mister Paris. He came up with the idea.
Paris: I was inspired by an ancient steamship, the Titanic. The engineers of the day constructed a series of special bulkheads, sort of like a honeycomb, that would lower into place if they suffered a major hull breach. In theory, they could stay afloat even with half the ship filled with water.
Janeway: The Titanic? As I recall, it sank.
Paris: Well, let's just say I've made a few improvements.
Janeway: I knew your fixation with history would come in handy someday. Good work.
Emh: Doctor to Lieutenant Paris.
Paris: Go ahead, Doc.
Emh: Report to the mess hall at once. More wounded are one the way.
Paris: I'll be right there. I'm a popular guy today.
Seven: Seven of Nine to Tuvok.
Tuvok: Tuvok here.
Seven: There is an undetonated chronoton torpedo lodged in the starboard Jefferies tube on deck eleven, section two. The warhead is still active.
Tuvok: Do not attempt to disarm it. Hold your position and wait for my arrival. Is that clear?
Seven: Arrive quickly.
Paris: I've stopped the internal bleeding. You're going to be okay.
Torres: Is that your expert opinion?
Paris: That's a promise. I know it still hurts.
Torres: It's all right.
Paris: You've got a ruptured vertebra. I'll see if I can repair it.
Emh: Mister Paris, your assistance please.
Paris: Give me a minute.
Emh: Now, Lieutenant.
Paris: I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.
Emh: In case you hadn't noticed, B'Elanna is not the only patient here.
Paris: She's in pain.
Emh: But no longer in danger of dying. That is the first rule of medical triage. Make sure the patient will live, then move on to the next one. Emotional detachment is essential otherwise, you risk impairing your judgment.
Paris: I understand.
Emh: You could be seeing more of your friends in here soon. If you can't handle itm I'll find another assistant. You can leave.
Paris: Physician, heal thyself.
Emh: What's that supposed to mean?
Paris: It seems to me that you're the one who's getting emotional around here.
Emh: Several weeks ago, just before the conduits on deck five breached, I saw Ensign Strickler and Crewman Emmanuel at the end of a corridor. They were trying to reach the Jefferies tube. I kept the hatch open, waited for them as long as I could, but time ran out. I had no choice but to seal the hatch.
Paris: It must have been very hard for you.
Emh: My point is, it could have been worse. Had I lost my objectivity, I might have kept the hatch open and everyone would have perished. This man has damaged lung tissue. Treat him with inaprovaline.
Tuvok: If we attempt to dislodge the torpedo or move it with the transporters, it will most likely detonate.
Seven: Can we disarm it?
Tuvok: No. The warhead is already destabilizing. I estimate it will explode in less than two minutes. If we re-route emergency power to this junction and erect a level ten force field it should be enough to contain the explosion. We must hurry.
Seven: If I can determine the exact temporal variance of this torpedo it will help us perfect the temporal shielding.
Tuvok: There is no time.
Seven: We may never have this opportunity again.
Tuvok: I am giving you an order. Now!
Seven: The temporal variance is one point four seven microseconds.
Tuvok: Excellent work, but if you disobey my orders again I will be forced to Day 65
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51268.4. This morning's attack destroyed the power grid on deck eleven. No casualties this time, but the replicator system was badly damaged. We've gone to emergency rations. As a result, the situation has gotten a little worse. Environmental controls continue to fail. Seven decks have been rendered uninhabitable and we've had to relocate the crew. Quarters are close, nerves are frayed, and I'm not sure what's more difficult to maintain. Voyager's systems or the crew's morale. What's important is that we're together, working toward a single goal. Survival.
Chakotay: Happy birthday.
Janeway: Happy what?
Chakotay: Today is May twentieth.
Janeway: Is it? I thought we were still in April. Guess I've lost track of the time.
Chakotay: Well, this should help.
Janeway: It's beautiful.
Chakotay: Nineteenth century, mechanical movement. It's a replica of the chronometer worn by Captain Cray of the British Navy, His ship was hit by a typhoon in the Pacific. Everyone back in England thought they were killed, but eight months later Cray sailed his ship into London harbor. There wasn't much left of it, a few planks, half a sail, but he got his crew home.
Janeway: I appreciate the sentiment, but I can't keep this. Recycle it. We can't afford to waste energy on nonessentials.
Chakotay: Kathryn, I replicated this months ago. I've been saving it. I wanted you to have it.
Janeway: That watch represents a meal, a hypospray, or a pair of boots. It could mean the difference between life and death one day.
Tuvok: Enter.
Seven: Reporting for duty, Lieutenant.
Tuvok: What is our agenda?
Seven: After we make your customary rounds, I'd like to take you to deflector control. I had an inspiration last night about the temporal shielding.
Tuvok: Excellent.
Seven: You've been damaged.
Tuvok: A minor laceration.
Seven: I have offered to assist you with your personal grooming.
Tuvok: There are some tasks I would rather perform myself.
Seven: Unacceptable. You're risking further injury.
Tuvok: Shaving is hardly a life-threatening activity. Tell me about your inspiration.
Seven: We've been trying to match our shields to the temporal variance of their torpedoes, but I believe we must also match the deflector array to the inverse of that variance.
Tuvok: Fascinating. When will the deflectors be ready?
Seven: They're ready now, but the modifications are untested.
Tuvok: Then our rounds can wait. Take me to deflector control.
Brooks: Seven.
Seven: Ensign.
Tuvok: A friend of yours?
Seven: My cabin mate. As a Borg, I was accustomed to cohabitating with thousands of other drones, but I find it significantly more difficult to live with a single human.
Tuvok: In what way?
Seven: Ensign Brooks is negligent. She leaves her equipment lying around the quarters and her clothing on the floor.
Tuvok: Indeed. I have found that most humans are less than meticulous when it comes to their domestic habits.
Seven: Indeed.
Neelix: Mister Vulcan, sir. A tactical question if I may?
Tuvok: You may.
Neelix: We're just about done rebuilding the internal security sensors, and we're ready to program the audio signal. Do you want it to say intruder alert, or should we try something a little more dramatic, like Warning, intruder alert or, Intruders among us! Danger! Danger! Intruders among us?
Tuvok: Intruder alert will suffice.
Neelix: Yeah, go with the classic. Understood, sir.
Tuvok: And you believe you have difficulties.
Chakotay: All hands to battle stations. Krenim vessels approaching. Repeat, all hands to battle stations.
Tuvok: Go to deflector control and bring the new shields online. We will test them in battle.
Tuvok: Computer, activate tactile interface.
Chakotay: Weapons status?
Tuvok: Phasers are still online. Torpedo launchers are still inoperative.
Paris: The Krenim are within visual range.
Janeway: On screen.
Tuvok: Seven's modified temporal shields should be online in a moment.
Kim: It's a warship.
Janeway: You know the routine.
Paris: Evasive maneuvers.
Kim: They're matching course.
Chakotay: Hold them off as long as you can. Bridge to Seven of Nine.
Chakotay: Where are those shields?
Seven: Stand by.
Kim: They're charging weapons.
Janeway: Seven, we could a little of that Borg efficiency right about now.
Paris: I can't shake them.
Kim: They're targeting the bridge.
Seven: Temporal shielding is online.
Kim: They're firing.
Chakotay: Full port thrusters.
Tuvok: Temporal shields are holding. No damage.
Janeway: Hail them.
Tuvok: Channel open.
Janeway: Krenim vessels, this is the captain of Voyager. You may have noticed we have a defense against your torpedoes now. I suggest you stand down.
Tuvok: No response.
Janeway: Their mistake. Bring the ship about. We're going through their space whether they like it or not.
Obrist: We are within range of the Garenor homeworld.
Annorax: Set temporal coordinates. Full power to the weapon. Prepare for total erasure of the species.
Obrist: Targeting the focal point. Ready.
Annorax: Fire.
Obrist: Temporal incursion in progress.
Annorax: Trace elements?
Obrist: Diminishing.
Annorax: Counter indications?
Obrist: None so far. Organisms and structures are being eradicated.
Annorax: Track the temporal wavefront as it passes through the system. I want to monitor every change in the timeline as it occurs.
Obrist: Yes, sir.
Tuvok: Captain, the Krenim warship is in pursuit, but their weapons are not powered.
Janeway: They don't know what to do with us now that we're shielded against their torpedoes.
Kim: Captain, there's some kind of spatial distortion heading toward us. Sensor readings are erratic. I can't identify the phenomenon.
Chakotay: What's the source?
Kim: Unknown. But it originated approximately twenty light years from our position. It looks like a shockwave in the fabric of space-time.
Janeway: Tom, get us out of here.
Paris: We'll never outrun it, Captain.
Janeway: Maybe our new shields will help. All hands, brace for impact.
Tuvok: You were correct, Captain. The temporal shielding has protected us. The wave front has passed.
Kim: Captain.
Chakotay: Report.
Kim: It's definitely a Krenim ship. Identical hull markings, same biospectral frequency, but it's half the size. Limited fire power.
Janeway: What happened to the warship?
Paris: I'm not picking it up on long range sensors.
Chakotay: It looks like this entire part of space has changed somehow. The last time I checked, this region was filled with Krenim colonies and vessels. I just ran a scan and sensors show no colonies and just a handful of Krenim ships.
Janeway: Harry, transfer all your sensor data about that shockwave to the Astrometrics lab.
Kim: Yes, ma'am.
Janeway: Tell Seven of Nine to meet me there.
Chakotay: Captain, Astrometrics took heavy damage a few days go. It's offline.
Janeway: Well, let's get it back online. It appears that the Krenim Imperium has vanished. Our troubles could be over and I'd like to find out why.
Obrist: Something went wrong. The entire Krenim Imperium, it's reverted to a pre-warp state.
Annorax: Not possible. Our calculations were perfect.
Obrist: I may have an explanation. There's an anomalous temporal reading twenty light years from here. It's coming from a vessel.
Annorax: What vessel?
Obrist: Component zero four nine beta. A ship called Voyager.
Annorax: That ship was classified as an inert component. It shouldn't be generating a temporal field.
Obrist: But it is. And it was enough to throw off our calculations.
Annorax: Take me to them. Day 70
Seven: Sensors are online. Power levels are stable.
Janeway: Is the astrometric database still intact?
Seven: Yes.
Janeway: Display the scans we made of this region before the temporal shockwave hit.
Seven: Spatial grid zero zero five.
Janeway: The Krenim Imperium. Over two hundred star systems, nine hundred planets, thousands of warp capable vessels. And now, after the shockwave, everything seems to have changed. Run a new scan.
Seven: Spatial grid zero zero five.
Janeway: Same space, different configuration, exactly as Chakotay said. The Imperium appears to have been reduced to a few planets, and a smattering of vessels. It appears that someone or something has altered history. But why weren't we affected?
Seven: Perhaps we were protected from the changes by our temporal shielding.
Janeway: So the question remains. What caused that shockwave in the first place? See if you can track it back to its origin.
Seven: The shockwave emanated from a planet twenty light years away. The Garenor homeworld.
Janeway: The Garenor? We passed their planet three weeks ago.
Seven: The planet is no longer populated.
Janeway: What?
Seven: Astrometric data indicate that the instant the shockwave appeared the Garenor species vanished.
Janeway: Erased from history.
Seven: Captain?
Janeway: I'm no authority on time travel, in fact I've made it my goal in life to avoid it, but this sounds to me like a causality paradox. Think about it. A temporal shock wave eliminates a single species and all of history changes as a result.
Seven: An intriguing theory. Perhaps the Krenim are responsible. They do possess temporal technology.
Janeway: But why would they alter history to undermine themselves? No, we're still missing a big piece of the puzzle. Run another scan of the
Obrist: Scanning the vessel. Their defensive shielding is generating a level nine temporal disruption.
Annorax: Collect samples. Two lifeforms, ten square meters of the hull.
Obrist: Yes, sir.
Annorax: Disable their shielding. Prepare to initiate a temporal incursion.
Kim: That entire vessel's in a state of temporal flux. It's like they exist outside space-time.
Paris: They're scanning us.
Janeway: Get a lock on them.
Kim: I'm trying, but I can't isolate their signals.
Tuvok: We're being hailed.
Janeway: On screen.
Annorax: State your identity.
Janeway: I'm Captain Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. Who are you, and where are my men?
Annorax: I am Annorax of the Krenim Imperium. We've transferred your crewmen to my vessel for further analysis. Your ship does not come from this quadrant.
Janeway: We come from Earth, a planet sixty five thousand light years from here. We're on our way home.
Annorax: I see.
Janeway: We've been observing some rather unusual events in the region. It seems your Imperium never existed. Perhaps you could shed some light on this?
Annorax: That doesn't concern you. What is important is that you understand that I bear you no hostility. But you have diverted me from my mission.
Janeway: Your mission? You're responsible for the changes in the timeline.
Annorax: You're a long way from your world. In a manner of speaking, so am I. Unfortunately, only one of us can go home again. Your sacrifice will restore the lives of countless millions. I'm sorry.
Kim: I'm reading a massive energy build-up. Some kind of weapon.
Janeway: Shields.
Seven: Temporal shields are weakening.
Kim: Captain, that energy beam. It's pushing Voyager out of the space-time continuum.
Janeway: He's trying to erase us from history.
Seven: I've scanned their propulsion system. Their vessel's mass prevents them from exceeding warp six. We can escape.
Tuvok: Captain, I must remind you our structural integrity is still impaired. If we go to warp now, the damage to Voyager will be extreme.
Kim: What about Tom and Chakotay?
Janeway: We'll have to come back for them. All hands clear the outer sections and prepare for wide-scale breaches. Tuvok, activate the transverse bulkheads.
Seven: Temporal shields are failing.
Janeway: Engage warp seven.
Kim: They're not in pursuit.
Tuvok: We're losing the outer hull. Transverse bulkheads are holding. Day 73
Janeway: Each of you has done their best, but determination alone isn't going to hold this ship together. It's time we faced reality. We've lost nine decks. More than half the ship has been destroyed. Life support is nearly gone. Voyager can no longer sustain it's crew. I promised myself that I would never give this order, that I would never break up this family, but asking you to stay would be asking you to die. You will proceed to the escape pods and evacuate this vessel. Set your course for the Alpha Quadrant. Along the way, try to find allies. Secure faster ships, if you can. Anything to get home. The senior staff and I will remain on board as long as possible. We will try somehow to rescue Tom and Chakotay. The escape pods are equipped with subspace beacons. That's how we'll keep track of you. When we find each other again, and we will, we will find each other again, I expect all of you to be in one piece with some interesting stories to tell. Good luck. To Be Continued... Day 133
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51425.4. Our condition has left us vulnerable to spatial anomalies and to any alien species eager for a piece of hardware. We've taken refuge in a class nine nebula.
Janeway: Come on. Don't do this to me now. Emergency forcefields are holding. How the hell did all this gas get inside?
Kim: Looks like a malfunction in the ventilation system. Okay, I'm going to try reversing the osmotic pressure on this deck. Whoa! The gas corroded the circuit relays.
Janeway: Let's bypass.
Kim: We've got three minutes of air left.
Janeway: How long can you hold your breath?
Emh: Ensign Kim found time to be treated. So can you.
Janeway: How is Harry?
Emh: He'll be fine, but I'm surprised he didn't asphyxiate. I told you eight minutes on that deck, not eight and a half, not nine, and certainly not twelve.
Janeway: Would you rather have an indoor nebula? If we didn't stop it then and there, it would have flooded another two decks. B'Elanna, engines?
Torres: Not yet Captain. One of the warp nacelles is still offline. The other one's a lost cause.
Janeway: Route all available power to the good one.
Emh: The alveoli in your lungs have been chemically burned. I want you off your feet for the next forty eight hours.
Janeway: Impossible. I've got too much work to do.
Emh: There are seven other crew members on board. You're the captain. Delegate.
Janeway: Inject me with trioxin. That should help me breathe a little easier. B'Elanna, stand by for the transfer.
Torres: Right.
Emh: Trioxin is used in emergency situations as a stop-gap measure. Your lungs have suffered serious damage. They need to be treated properly. Doctor's orders.
Janeway: Captain's orders. Trioxin. Now.
Emh: Aye, aye. It's your body. Who am I to judge? I'm only the Chief Medical officer. What do I know?
Janeway: Thank you. Now, where were we?
Annorax: Well, you look rested.
Chakotay: Where's my crewmate?
Annorax: He should have been here by now. No doubt he's making himself difficult. I've never seen such an intransigent young man.
Chakotay: You've had us in isolation for two months. We've been scanned, poked and prodded. How do you expect us to act?
Annorax: With some degree of dignity and restraint. Your crewmate has none.
Chakotay: What do you want from us?
Annorax: At the moment, information.
Paris: Anything for such a charming host. Are you all right?
Annorax: The galley has prepared a selection of unique delicacies. You won't find them anywhere else in the galaxy. Please, join me.
Annorax: Malkothian spirits. An extremely rare vintage. The only bottle known to exist. Your captain said that your vessel is trying to reach home. I hadn't realized how far your home was. You're an anomalous component. Alone, disconnected, impossible to predict. You have no idea how you've complicated my mission.
Paris: Glad to hear it.
Annorax: When I first encountered your vessel, it was badly damaged, barely functioning. What if I told you that in the blink of an eye I could restore Voyager to its former condition, that you and I would never have met. that you might even find yourself closer to the Alpha Quadrant?
Chakotay: By using the weapon on this ship to alter history?
Annorax: Yes. I can control the destiny of a single molecule or an entire civilization. How's the wine?
Chakotay: Excellent.
Annorax: This bottle is the only component left of the once powerful Malkoth race. Everything else about them, cities, culture, the very species itself never existed, because of me. Every dish you see here comes from a civilization that has been erased from time. Mister Paris, you're devouring the last remnants of the Alsuran Empire. I have collected artifacts from hundreds of worlds. This vessel is more than a weapon. It's a museum of lost histories. You two gentlemen almost became artifacts yourselves, but I've decided to spare your vessel.
Paris: Why?
Annorax: Call it an act of compassion. You're trying to reach home. In a way, so am I. We can work together to achieve both our goals.
Chakotay: What do you propose?
Annorax: In order to make the calculations required to restore Voyager, I need to know about some of your experiences in this quadrant. What species you interacted with, how other components were affected by your presence.
Paris: You can't find her, can you? I think Captain Janeway has been eluding you for the past two months. Otherwise you would've destroyed Voyager by now.
Annorax: I'm offering you a way out of this situation. You accept my offer, or when I do find Voyager I will destroy it.
Paris: And how many civilizations will you have to erase to send us merrily on our way? No thanks. We don't want that kind of blood on our hands.
Chakotay: Tom, hold on. You said you could control the destiny of a single molecule. If you made a precise enough calculation, could you restore Voyager without harming anyone?
Annorax: It is possible, but it's extremely difficult. That's why I need your cooperation.
Paris: I'd rather spend a year in solitary confinement than listen to any of this.
Chakotay: Tom, have a seat.
Paris: Chakotay, we can't trust him.
Annorax: You're correct. Given the circumstances, there is no reason to trust me. But trust isn't necessary. We need each other.
Annorax: Obrist, show our guest to his new quarters. I'll do everything in my power to make you comfortable here, Mister Paris. All I ask in return is that you keep an open mind.
Annorax: I was very impressed with your question. You seem to understand the subtleties of time.
Chakotay: Professor Vassbinder might've disagreed with you. I failed his course in temporal mechanics.
Annorax: Beyond study and instrumentation, there is instinct. Not everyone has the ability to truly perceive time. Its colors, its moods. Perhaps you do.
Chakotay: I'm certainly willing to give it a try.
Torres: To distant friends.
Neelix: To friends.
Janeway: Hear, hear.
Kim: Cheers.
Seven: Yes.
Neelix: Well?
Tuvok: Interesting.
Kim: Not bad. Not bad at all.
Torres: What is it exactly?
Neelix: I call it the Elixir of Endurance. It's loaded with amino acids, carbohydrates, all the nutrients necessary for the crew to withstand these stressful conditions.
Torres: Ration cubes.
Neelix: Well, yes, yes. But this time, pureed and mixed with water and enhanced with Talaxian spices.
Seven: It is offensive. Fortunately taste is irrelevant.
Janeway: Well, it's been a few days since we've gathered in one place. Now's a good time to catch up. How are the repairs proceeding?
Emh: I'm happy to report that I've repaired the optronic error in my program.
Janeway: And the power grid?
Kim: We're operating at thirty two percent efficiency. I think I can bring it up to fifty, but I'll need a few more days.
Janeway: Warp drive?
Torres: I'm still having trouble with the starboard nacelle.
Janeway: How long?
Torres: Three weeks. Minimum.
Janeway: I thought this nebula would be a safe haven until we finished repairs, but it's turning into a permanent residence. We've got to get back into open space, find allies, put together a fighting force to take on Annorax. We're leaving this damn cloud first thing tomorrow morning.
Seven: Captain, you are in error.
Janeway: Really?
Seven: At the moment this vessel is defenseless. We should remain here until we are functioning at our peak efficiency.
Janeway: I appreciate your opinion, Seven, but I disagree. We leave tomorrow, oh eight hundred hours.
Tuvok: It is inappropriate to contradict the captain in front of the crew.
Seven: That was not my intention. I simply pointed out that her decision was wrong.
Tuvok: In your view.
Seven: And yours. I know you well enough to say that.
Tuvok: Then you should also know that my trust in Captain Janeway is absolute. The decision you or I might have made is irrelevant.
Seven: As a Borg, I submitted to a single authority, the Collective. Over the past several months I've been encouraged to think and act as an individual. It is difficult to know when to restrain myself.
Tuvok: Remember this guideline. The captain is always right.
Seven: Even when you know her logic is flawed?
Tuvok: Perhaps. Day 161
Chakotay: Component 37329, a rogue comet. About eight months ago, Voyager made a course correction to avoid the comet. According to my calculations, it led to our entering Krenim space.
Annorax: The solution, then, would be to erase that comet from history.
Chakotay: Exactly. Voyager would have stayed on its course and bypassed Krenim space altogether.
Annorax: Sounds simple enough. Conduct a simulation.
Chakotay: Temporal incursion in progress. What happened?
Annorax: Had you actually eradicated that comet, all life within fifty light years would never have existed. Congratulations, You almost wiped out eight thousand civilizations.
Chakotay: I didn't consider the entire history of the comet.
Annorax: Four billion years ago, fragments from that comet impacted a planet. Hydrocarbons from those fragments gave rise to several species of plant life, which in turn sustained more complex organisms. Ultimately several space-faring civilizations evolved and colonized the entire sector.
Chakotay: By erasing the comet I altered all evolution in this region.
Annorax: Past, present and future. They exist as one. They breathe together. You're not the only person to make this mistake. When I first constructed this weapon ship, I turned it against our greatest enemy, the Rilnar. The result was miraculous. With the Rilnar gone from history, my people, in an instant, became powerful again. But there were problems. A rare disease broke out among our colonies. Within a year, fifty million were dead. I had failed to realize that the Rilnar had introduced a crucial antibody into the Krenim genome, and my weapon had eliminated that antibody as well.
Chakotay: And you've been trying to undo that damage ever since. But each time you pull out a new thread, another one begins to unravel.
Annorax: You can't imagine the burden of memory that I carry. Thousands of worlds, billions of lives, gone, brought back, gone again. I try to rationalize the loss. They're not really being destroyed, because they never existed. Sometimes I can almost convince myself.
Chakotay: You've been at this for two hundred years, Annorax. What makes you think you're ever going to succeed?
Annorax: What makes you think Voyager will ever reach Earth? The odds against you are astronomical, yet you keep trying.
Chakotay: You're right. But we don't destroy everything that stands in our way.
Annorax: You can help me to change that, Chakotay. Together, we'll restore the Krenim and Voyager and we'll undo the damage that I've caused.
Chakotay: I've still got a lot to learn.
Annorax: Come. It's time I show you the heart of this vessel. The temporal core. Day 180
Janeway: Engines.
Torres: I'm doing my best.
Kim: Captain, with the deflector down those micrometeoroids are beginning to erode the hull.
Janeway: Emergency power to the deflector.
Tuvok: None available.
Janeway: I'll be in deflector control.
Tuvok: Captain. That entire section has been designated hazard level four.
Janeway: I know.
Janeway: Oh, why do I get the feeling you're testing me, Voyager? Bridge, there's a fire in deflector control. Any luck with the engines?
Torres: The warp core's still offline.
Kim: Micro-meteoroid density
Kim: Is increasing. The nacelle pylon is buckling.
Janeway: Bridge, I'm going in. Stand by to engage the deflector. Tell the Doctor I'll be coming
Janeway: Back with severe burns.
Tuvok: Captain.
Janeway: Do it. Be kind.
Kim: The captain's accessed manual control. She's stabilizing the particle emitters. She's got it! Deflectors online!
Tuvok: Activating deflector field. Bridge to Janeway. Captain, please respond.
Janeway: What's my condition?
Emh: You suffered third degree burns to approximately sixty percent of your body. I've healed most of them, but without a dermal regenerator I couldn't repair all the damage to your skin. You've been left with scars on your face and arms.
Janeway: I'll consider them mementos.
Emh: Not so fast. You're spending the next few days here with me.
Janeway: What for?
Emh: Observation.
Janeway: Is there something else wrong with me?
Emh: Not physically.
Janeway: What are you suggesting?
Emh: Traumatic stress syndrome. Symptoms. Irritability, sleeplessness, obsessional thoughts, reckless behavior. All of which you've demonstrated over the last few weeks.
Janeway: My only obsession is with saving my ship, my people. If I've been taking some reckless chances in order to do that, it's hardly a medical condition.
Emh: I'm not going to stand here while you rationalize yet another brush with death.
Janeway: You don't have to.
Emh: As Chief Medical Officer, I have the authority to relieve you of your command.
Janeway: You're not going to do that.
Emh: If, in my medical opinion, your judgment has been impaired, I can. And I will.
Janeway: Try it and I'll shut down your program.
Emh: That threat in itself is evidence of your unstable condition.
Janeway: I am sorry, Doctor. I've been operating on instinct for so long I did not think before I spoke. I have no intention of deactivating you. But I won't stay in this mess hall.
Emh: Is that final?
Janeway: Final.
Emh: Then you leave me no choice. Captain Kathryn Janeway, under Starfleet medical regulation one twenty one, section A, I, the Chief Medical Officer, do hereby relieve you of your active command, effective immediately. Have a seat.
Janeway: How do you plan to implement this protocol, Doctor? Mister Tuvok doesn't have a security team, both the brigs have been destroyed, and with the internal forcefields offline you'll have a hell of a time keeping me confined. You'd better grab a phaser, because before I give up command you'll have to shoot me.
Emh: You realize this incident will be noted in my official logs. By refusing my orders you risk a general court martial.
Janeway: Compared to what I've been through the past few months, a court martial would be a small price to pay. If we make it back home I'll be happy to face the music. Day 207
Janeway: Another ruptured EPS conduit.
Neelix: Thirty two so far.
Janeway: Thirty three, thirty four, thirty five. And that fluidic converter needs to be purged.
Neelix: Right.
Janeway: The gravitational plating in this room has buckled.
Neelix: Chakotay's quarters.
Janeway: You disobeyed orders.
Neelix: Captain?
Janeway: Chakotay gave this to me five months ago. A birthday gift. I ordered him to
Janeway: What do you think?
Neelix: Handsome.
Janeway: Come on.
Obrist: Astounding.
Paris: Not really. I get lucky now and again.
Obrist: Your end game sequence, it, er, it was the same one favored by my brother.
Paris: To quote a long lost friend of mine, it seemed logical. Now what?
Obrist: I used to honor the day of his birth.
Paris: Who?
Obrist: My brother. And my parents, my closest friends. Every year at first. Then one day I realized a century had passed, and for years I had been celebrating birthdays for the dead. Or for people who never even existed.
Paris: I'm sorry.
Paris: You can put that thing down, Chakotay. No need to strain your eyes anymore, I've got a plan.
Chakotay: Let's hear it.
Paris: This ship's temporal core keeps the vessel out of phase with normal space-time, but it's shields are incredibly weak. You take that core offline, and a photon grenade could penetrate the hull.
Chakotay: How do you know all this?
Paris: I've been spending time with our friend Obrist, who seems more than willing to share information. And that's not all. Does the name Captain Bligh mean anything to you? This is not a happy crew. They've been at this for two hundred years now. They're tired of it, Chakotay. They want it to end.
Chakotay: Good work, Tom. But I'm not quite ready to start a mutiny. Keep gathering information, lie low. I'm starting to make progress on the temporal calculations. With a little time and luck I think we can get the Krenim back on their feet, and Voyager back to the Alpha Quadrant.
Paris: You're starting to sound like Annorax. Always one more calculation. This time it's going to be perfect.
Chakotay: This can work. If you'd take the time to listen you'd understand what Annorax is trying to do.
Paris: What? Wipe out civilizations to help his own race? I understand perfectly.
Chakotay: It's more complicated than that. Annorax is an enlightened man. Misguided, but I think he wants this to end as much as anyone.
Paris: I guess I don't have the instinct for Time, or whatever it is Captain Nemo out there calls it. Chakotay, he's been flattering you and it's gone to your head.
Chakotay: You're out of line, Lieutenant
Paris: Maybe I shouldn't start a mutiny, but I might be able to get Obrist to help us send a message to Captain Janeway.
Chakotay: Not yet. If you get caught, we lose everything. I can get us out of this.
Paris: Not if I get us out of here first.
Chakotay: You're not doing anything against Annorax. That's an order.
Paris: What are you going to do, take away my holodeck privileges?
Chakotay: Either we maintain our command structure, or else we settle our differences the old fashioned way.
Chakotay: What's happening?
Annorax: We're preparing for a temporal incursion.
Chakotay: What incursion? You didn't say anything about
Annorax: I had an inspiration last night. By my calculations the eradication of the Ram Izad species will result in a fifty two percent restoration of the Krenim timeline.
Chakotay: I thought we were working to avoid more destruction.
Annorax: When Time offers you an opportunity you don't ignore it.
Obrist: We're within range of their homeworld.
Annorax: Take us into orbit. Full power to the weapon. Prepare for total erasure.
Paris: Is this what you call enlightened?
Obrist: Targeting the focal point. Locked.
Chakotay: Please. This isn't necessary. We'll find another way.
Annorax: Fire. Trace elements?
Obrist: Diminishing.
Annorax: Counter indications?
Obrist: None so far.
Annorax: Scan the continuum. Bring me the results once they're complete.
Obrist: Yes, sir.
Annorax: I'll be in my chambers.
Paris: Have you seen enough yet, Chakotay? If you don't do something about this maniac, I will.
Chakotay: You didn't need to fire on that planet.
Annorax: I'm altering history on a massive scale. The destinies of countless star systems are in my hands. The fate of one species is insignificant.
Chakotay: You're trying to rationalize genocide. One species is significant. A single life is significant.
Annorax: It seemed so easy the first time. In the blink of an eye, I had changed history itself. Allowed my people to thrive again. But when I changed history a second time, I lost more than you can imagine.
Chakotay: The colony on Kyana Prime.
Annorax: How could you know that?
Chakotay: I've been studying your previous incursions. No matter how close you get to restoring the timeline, one component is always missing. Kyana Prime. Who was on that colony? Who did you lose?
Annorax: My wife. And with her, my future. My children, grandchildren, all erased because of me. This is all I have left of her.
Annorax: So many years I worked through the night while she was sleeping. How could I have known I was calculating her fate? I can't stop until I've restored Kyana Prime, and forced Time to give me back my wife.
Chakotay: Maybe it isn't possible.
Annorax: When I tell that Time has moods, a disposition to be intuited, I'm not speaking metaphorically.
Chakotay: What do you mean?
Annorax: Anger is one of it's moods. Anger and the desire for retribution, vengeance. Time itself has tried to punish me for my arrogance. It has kept me from my wife, denied me my future.
Obrist: Sir, we've achieved a fifty two percent restoration.
Annorax: Kyana Prime?
Obrist: Negative, sir.
Annorax: Resume scanning the continuum.
Obrist: Yes, sir.
Annorax: I've, er, I've studied your calculations, Chakotay. They're promising, but premature. We'll keep working on them. In the meantime, my mission must continue.
Chakotay: You don't have the right.
Annorax: To fight for what is mine? That's not for you to decide. Only Time can pronounce judgment against me.
Paris: If that little display doesn't convince you I don't know what will. He's insane.
Chakotay: No he's not, Wounded, maybe, even tortured, but I can still reach him, convince him to stop.
Paris: Not from what you've told me. This guy thinks that Time has a personal grudge against him. That's called paranoia, Chakotay, with a hint of megalomania.
Chakotay: You don't know what he's been through.
Paris: He's lost his family. Okay, that's a terrible thing. But so has everyone else on this ship. And frankly, so have we.
Chakotay: What kind of progress have you made?
Paris: Obrist is coming around, and I think we can trust him. He says he'll give me access to their communications array. I can send a message to Voyager from the comfort of my own quarters.
Chakotay: And the temporal core?
Paris: That's going to be a little trickier. With Obrist's help, I'm pretty sure I can disable it, but not without setting off every alarm on the ship. We're only going to have one chance.
Chakotay: It'll require precise timing. You and me working from within.
Paris: And Captain Janeway attacking from Voyager. That is, if the captain's still alive.
Chakotay: She's alive. Send the message. Transmit our coordinates.
Paris: Done.
Chakotay: And, give Kathryn my best. Day
226Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51682.2. I've forged a coalition with the Nihydron and the Mawasi. Together, we're preparing to attack the weapon ship.
Janeway: I've analyzed every carrier frequency of their transmission. It contains a classified Starfleet ID code. It could only have come from Tom Paris. It's real. The coordinates he sent should lead us directly to the weapon ship.
Tuvok: Location?
Janeway: Approximately fifty light years from here. Our new allies are assembling reinforcements. Once we're in range, Tom says he'll try to take the weapon ship's temporal core offline. When that happens they'll be vulnerable to conventional weapons. Tom will then transmit the exact location of the core. Our job will be to disable the ship and get our people out. Is everyone clear?
Kim: Yes, ma'am.
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: B'Elanna, Harry, I want you to beam over to the Nihydron vessel. Work with their engineers. The entire fleet needs to be equipped with temporal shielding.
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Tuvok, Neelix, Seven. You'll be working on the Mawasi ship.
Neelix: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: Doctor, once the attack begins, your skills will no doubt be required. Join Tuvok's team.
Emh: What about yourself?
Janeway: I'll be piloting Voyager, coordinating the attack.
Torres: Captain, there's barely enough of this ship left to get there, much less wage a war.
Janeway: There's fight in Voyager yet. It's still got temporal shields, six photon torpedoes. It'll hold together. Besides, you know the adage. Captain goes down with the ship, right? You have your orders. Dismissed. Tuvok, I can hear your objections already. I am not leaving.
Tuvok: Given Voyager's damaged state, the probability of your surviving an armed conflict is marginal.
Janeway: Oh, I know the odds. But I have to stay. Voyager's done too much for us.
Tuvok: Curious. I have never understood the human compulsion to emotionally bond with inanimate objects. This vessel has done nothing. It is an assemblage of bulkheads, conduits, tritanium. Nothing more.
Janeway: Oh, you're wrong. It's much more than that. This ship has been our home. It's kept us together. It's been part of our family. As illogical as this might sound, I feel as close to Voyager as I do to any other member of my crew. It's carried us, Tuvok. Even nurtured us. And right now it needs one of us.
Tuvok: I respect your decision. Live long and prosper, Captain.
Janeway: Same to you, old friend. Day 257
Janeway: Voyager to Mawasi vessel.
Tuvok: Go ahead, Captain.
Janeway: I'm picking up the weapon ship dead ahead.
Tuvok: Confirmed.
Janeway: Temporal shields status.
Tuvok: All vessels are bringing them online.
Janeway: This is Captain Janeway to the fleet. Plot an intercept course to the weapon ship.
Obrist: Sir, six vessels are approaching our position.
Annorax: Identify.
Obrist: Three Nihydron warships, two Mawasi cruisers, and Voyager.
Annorax: We're outside space-time, impervious to their weapons. Let them come.
Chakotay: I know Captain Janeway. She wouldn't be attacking unless she knew she could do some damage.
Paris: Good work, Obrist.
Chakotay: If she's given the other ships temporal shielding, they've undoubtedly informed their home worlds. They'll be able to protect their planets against your weapon.
Annorax: Bring the weapon to full power. Stand by for multiple incursions. We'll have to disable their temporal shields first. Make the necessary calculations.
Tuvok: All vessels report ready.
Janeway: Let's see if Tom has done his part. Janeway to the fleet. Attack pattern Omega. Engage.
Annorax: Condition?
Obrist: No damage. Temporal core is stable.
Annorax: Return fire.
Tuvok: Captain, two Nihydron vessels have been destroyed.
Janeway: Janeway to the fleet. Evasive pattern Delta. We're going to have to wait. Come on, Tom. Come on.
Annorax: Target the other vessels. Obrist, I said target the vessels. You're deactivating the temporal core.
Obrist: I'm sorry, sir. It's over.
Annorax: Get back to your stations. You will not disobey me. We're phasing back into normal space-time. Reconfigure to conventional weapons.
Tuvok: Captain, Chakotay and Paris were beamed aboard our vessel.
Janeway: Everything's going as planned. Tom sent me the coordinates of their temporal core before he left. I'm transmitting them to you now.
Obrist: Conventional weapons are online and fully charged, sir.
Annorax: Fire at will.(A damaged cruiser crashes into Voyager. Fires break out everywhere and Janeway is knocked across the deck. She crawls back to the Captain's chair. There is a big hole where the viewscreen used to be, and only a forcefield between her and a close view of Annorax' ship.)
Obrist: Sir, weapons are back to full capacity.
Annorax: Target Voyager. Put Janeway out of her misery.
Tuvok: All our ships have been disabled, Captain. Do you have weapons?
Janeway: Negative. Torpedo launchers are down. I'm setting a collision course. Janeway to the fleet. Take your temporal shields offline.
Tuvok: Captain, we won't be protected.
Janeway: Exactly. If that ship is destroyed all of history might be restored. And this is one year I'd like to forget. Time's up.
Annorax: The core is destabilizing. It's going to cause a temporal incursion within the ship. Day 1
Janeway: Captain's log, Stardate 51252.3. The past couple of weeks have been uneventful but we've made excellent progress on the new Astrometrics lab.
Janeway: When can you bring it online?
Seven: We just did.
Kim: In fact, we're in the process of charting a new course home.
Janeway: Well, I'd say this is cause for celebration.
Tuvok: A vessel is approaching off the port bow, Captain.
Janeway: On screen.
Kim: They're hailing us.
Janeway: Open a channel.
Krenim Commandant: You've entered Krenim space. State your identity.
Janeway: Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager. We're just passing through, trying to get home.
Krenim Commandant: This region is in dispute. I suggest you avoid our territory.
Janeway: Thanks for the warning.
Krenim Commandant: Good journey.
Chakotay: Tom, plot a course around Krenim space.
Paris: Aye, sir.
Chakotay: So, what do you think? How about a ground-breaking ceremony for our new lab?
Kim: Sounds great.
Janeway: I think I'll replicate a bottle of Saint Emillion for the occasion. 2370. I hear that was a good year.
Annorax'S Wife: Good morning.
Annorax: Good morning.
Annorax'S Wife: Join me for breakfast?
Annorax: In a little while. I still have a few more calculations.
Annorax'S Wife: There are always a few more calculations. It's a beautiful day. Spend it with me.
Annorax: I suppose I can make the time.


Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51367.
2: We've spent the last three days on the Mari homeworld. It's been a while since we've had the opportunity to make new friends and the crew seems to be making the most of our stay.
Paris: Neelix.
Neelix: Tom. Been doing a little shopping?
Paris: It's a present for B'Elanna.
Neelix: What is it?
Paris: Well, it's sort of personal.
Neelix: Of course. Say no more. I'm on my way for a little romantic rendezvous myself.
Paris: Neelix, are you wearing cologne?
Neelix: Talchok musk. Very enticing scent, don't you think?
Paris: Well, it certainly is musky.
Neelix: I'm going to see Talli again.
Paris: Ooo, that was fast work. Where are you taking her?
Neelix: Well, actually I haven't gotten that far yet. I'm going to visit her shop under the pretext of buying some produce for the ship, and then I thought I'd just sort of segue smoothly into some dinner and dancing.
Paris: Sounds like a good strategy.
Neelix: Do you really think so? I mean, you used to be quite the lady's man.
Paris: Used to be?
Neelix: I mean, of course, you're involved now, so you won't be availing yourself of all the beautiful, fascinating and very open-minded Mari women.
Paris: Neelix, are you trying to depress me?
Neelix: I just, I haven't been with anyone since Kes, and I'm feeling a little rusty. I could use some advice.
Paris: The best advice I can give you is to just be yourself.
Neelix: Right. Be myself.
Paris: Actually, that's the second best piece of advice.
Neelix: What's the first?
Paris: Go a little easier on the musk.
Janeway: I'm sorry, Mister Guill, but that's my final offer.
Guill: Actually, Captain, I sense you'd be willing to raise your price to three hundred renns. Lieutenant Torres needs this resonator coil to upgrade Voyager's communications systems.
Torres: Telepaths.
Janeway: Wait a minute. I sense you'd be willing to settle for two fifty.
Guill: You must have read my mind.
Torres: Ow! Ow! Hey!
Frane: I'm sorry.
Guill: Are you hurt?
Torres: No, no, I'm fine. I just wish people would look where they're going.
Guill: It's been a pleasure doing business with you.
Janeway: I'll finish up here. Why don't you go get Neelix?
Neelix: This is some of the loveliest fruit I've seen in a long time.
Talli: Actually it's been one of our worst water plum seasons in years. I don't think you'll find them very sweet.
Neelix: Oh, how wonderfully tart. They'll make excellent preserves.
Talli: Neelix? Why do you want me to tug on your whiskers?
Neelix: Excuse me?
Talli: That is what you're thinking, isn't it? That you'd like me to tug on your whiskers?
Neelix: Well, as a matter of fact
Talli: I'd love to. Do you have time to wait until I close?
Neelix: Yes, I think I can rearrange my schedule.
Nimira: I guess you could say I'm becoming obsolete.
Tuvok: In what sense?
Nimira: There's virtually no crime left in our society. It took many years, but just walk through our streets, look around. Violence no longer exists.
Tuvok: Impressive.
Nimira: I'm one of the last officers still working for the Constabulary.
Tuvok: And no doubt one of the best. I'm curious to know more about your crime prevention methods.
Nimira: Under one condition: I want to see Voyager. Learn about your methods.
Tuvok: I am about to perform my daily security rounds. Join me. They are routine but informative.
Nimira: Wonderful
Tuvok: The transport site is this way.
Nimira: You prefer speaking aloud. Why is that?
Tuvok: I've grown accustomed to it over the years. There are very few telepaths in Starfleet.
Nimira: Whatever you prefer.
Torres: Neelix? Ready to leave?
Neelix: Ah, no, ah, you go ahead. We haven't finished examining the produce.
Man: Help! Somebody help me please! Stop him! Help me!
Frane: This will teach you to watch where you're going, you idiot! You idiot!
Torres: Somebody get a doctor!
Janeway: Why? Why were you beating that man?
Frane: I don't know.
Nimira: Your brig, it's a puzzling concept. Shutting someone away as punishment. Do you find that it rehabilitates the prisoner?
Tuvok: The brig is primarily used as a means of ensuring the safety of others.
Nimira: In what sense?
Tuvok: For example, if we find ourselves with a hostile alien in our custody, we may need to confine the individual until we can locate the proper authorities.
Nimira: I see.
Tuvok: And on rare occasions we have been forced to incarcerate a crew member who has committed a serious infraction.
Nimira: I'm surprised that one of your people could be capable of doing something serious enough to warrant imprisonment.
Tuvok: It's extremely rare. In any case, the brig has been occupied for less than one percent of our journey.
Nimira: Forgive me, Tuvok, but it seems barbaric.
Tuvok: If all species were as enlightened as yours and mine, there would be no need for prisons.
Kim: Bridge to Commander Tuvok.
Tuvok: Go ahead, Ensign.
Kim: Chief Examiner
Kim: Nimira's been recalled to the surface. There's been some sort of attack
Kim: In the marketplace.
Talli: I've never seen so much blood before.
Neelix: It's all right.
Talli: I heard about someone getting beaten once when I was a little girl.
Neelix: It's all over now.
Talli: I had nightmares for weeks.
Neelix: It's okay. It's all right.
Janeway: He was confused. He said he didn't realize what he'd done.
Torres: I don't understand why nobody tried to help him.
Nimira: People were shocked. Violence is almost unheard of here. But when it does occur, we like to investigate thoroughly.
Janeway: Can we help?
Nimira: Yes. I would like you, Mister Neelix and Lieutenant Torres to answer some questions.
Janeway: You have our complete cooperation.
Tuvok: Chief Examiner, are you suspicious of my colleagues for some reason?
Nimira: No, Lieutenant. I'm simply conducting an investigation. Please, follow me.
Nimira: Please, have a seat.
Nimira: I will be monitoring your thoughts telepathically during the interview. This transcription device will log your engrammatic activity so I can review your statement later.
Janeway: Let me get this straight. Not only are you going to read my mind, you're going to record my thoughts.
Nimira: Yes.
Janeway: I guess it'd be pretty tough to keep a secret from you, hmm?
Nimira: How long had you been in the market place when the attack occurred?
Janeway: An hour, maybe a little longer.
Nimira: And exactly where were you standing?
Neelix: Directly across the square.
Nimira: From where you were, did you have a clear view of the attack?
Neelix: Not at first. We just heard yelling, then as we got closer we saw what was happening.
Nimira: What exactly brought you to the market in the first place?
Torres: Captain Janeway and I had an appointment with Mister Guill.
Nimira: For what purpose?
Torres: We'd met him the day before. He's said he could get a spare resonator coil for us.
Nimira: I see. And the two men involved in the altercation. Had you seen either of them before?
Janeway: I'd never seen the victim, but the attacker. I think he was the same man who bumped into B'Elanna.
Nimira: Bumped into her? Are you certain?
Janeway: Yes. They collided accidentally.
Nimira: When exactly did this happen?
Torres: Just as we'd settled on a price.
Janeway: He seemed to be in quite a hurry.
Nimira: Do you recall what you were thinking at the time?
Torres: What I was thinking? What does it matter?
Nimira: Please, try to remember. It may be important.
Janeway: I didn't think about it much, and no one was hurt. And I was busy trying to sort out the coins. I'm not used to handling currency.
Neelix: What was I thinking? I was thinking how I can make a delicious pie with those water plums.
Nimira: Are you sure that's all, Mister Neelix?
Neelix: Yes, of course. What else would I be thinking about?
Torres: I suppose I was a little annoyed.
Nimira: Can you be more specific?
Torres: All right. I guess I was thinking, my foot hurt. I mean, the idiot stepped right on it.
Nimira: Did you call him an idiot?
Torres: Of course not.
Nimira: But you thought it?
Torres: I guess so.
Nimira: Did you also think about retaliating?
Torres: It was an accident.
Nimira: But you said he hurt you. It didn't occur to you to hurt him back?
Torres: I'd never do that.
Nimira: But you thought about it.
Torres: How am I supposed to remember?
Nimira: Yes or no. Did you think about hurting him? Yes or no?
Torres: Well, maybe for a split second.
Torres: I mean, he should have been watching where he was going. But I realized that he didn't do it on purpose, so I shook it off and I left. Why? What does it matter what I was thinking?
Nimira: Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, you are under arrest.
Torres: On what charge?
Nimira: Aggravated violent thought resulting in grave bodily harm.
Janeway: Are you saying it's a crime to think about violence?
Nimira: Yes.
Torres: That's ridiculous.
Nimira: I assure you, it's quite necessary. We were once a society plagued by violence. When we prohibited hostile thought, crime began to drop immediately. Over the past three generations, it's all but disappeared.
Torres: So you believe that it's all right to tell people what they can and cannot think?
Nimira: It's an irrefutable fact that violent thoughts from others can lead to violent actions.
Janeway: Even if B'Elanna had a violent thought, it was Frane who attacked that man.
Nimira: Which he only did because he telepathically received that thought from B'Elanna. His mind was contaminated by the image and it resulted in a loss of control. He may have committed the physical act, but it was instigated by you.
Torres: Where we come from, people are responsible for their own actions.
Nimira: And here, people are responsible for their own thoughts. I'm sure you can understand how that's necessary for a race of telepaths.
Janeway: Yes, I can.
Torres: Captain.
Janeway: I'll accept that your people can be influenced by the thoughts of others, but there were dozens of people in that square. How can you be certain it came from B'Elanna?
Nimira: The Mari no longer have violent thoughts. It's unlikely any of them could have been responsible. Besides, the evidence against B'Elanna is clear. She thought about committing a hostile act.
Janeway: I'd like to review that evidence myself, if you don't mind.
Nimira: Certainly. But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
Janeway: What happens to B'Elanna now?
Nimira: We have an enlightened penal system here. Unlike some, we don't lock people away to punish them. You'll be released. Once you've undergone the engrammatic purge.
Torres: The what?
Nimira: It's a medical procedure that will identify and remove the offending images from your mind.
Torres: Captain!
Nimira: Once identified, the images can be removed from Frane's mind as well.
Janeway: Memory extraction. That's a dangerous procedure.
Nimira: There is a risk of neurological damage, but it's necessary for us to treat Frane.
Janeway: Will you at least delay the procedure until I've had the time to review the evidence? Will you?
Nimira: It'll take us about a day to reconfigure our instruments. That's all the time I can give you.
Janeway: That's all the time I'll need.
Paris: Captain, we've got to get B'Elanna out of there.
Janeway: You know the rules, Tom. We can't pick and choose which laws we'll respect and which we won't.
Paris: Nobody can be expected to control their thoughts.
Janeway: Tell that to the Mari.
Paris: Are you just going to let them put her through this process?
Janeway: I'm doing everything I can to stop it. Neelix is going to file a diplomatic protest, and Tuvok and I will be going over the witness statements. Maybe we can poke a few holes in the Chief Examiner's case.
Paris: And if you can't?
Janeway: Then let's hope the Doctor can figure out how to reverse an engrammatic purge.
Kim: All away personnel have been told to return to the ship as soon as possible.
Chakotay: So much for R and R.
Paris: Chakotay, we've got to talk.
Chakotay: Have a seat.
Paris: Here?
Chakotay: I'm sure the captain wouldn't object. What's on your mind?
Paris: While Tuvok and the captain are reviewing the evidence, B'Elanna's sitting in a Mari jail cell waiting for some sort of lobotomy. We can't let that happen.
Chakotay: What did you have in mind?
Paris: Break her out.
Chakotay: And risk an all-out confrontation with the Mari?
Paris: They're a bunch of pacifists. They're no match for us.
Chakotay: You're probably right. But before we start resorting to extreme measures, don't you think we should give the captain a chance to find a legal solution?
Paris: By the time that happens, it may be too late.
Chakotay: I'll tell you what. Why don't you come up with a rescue plan, one that minimizes the possibility of violence, and I'll review it.
Paris: You're just trying to keep me busy, aren't you?
Chakotay: Can you blame me?
Paris: I'm serious about this, Chakotay.
Chakotay: So am I. If your plan is sound and the captain doesn't have any luck on her end, I'll recommend we attempt the rescue.
Paris: Thanks. I'll get right on it.
Chakotay: Tom. I may have let you sit in the captain's chair, but remember, she's still the boss.
Tuvok: Then you don't accept the Chief Examiner's conclusion?
Janeway: I'm not dismissing it. But I'm not going to accept it blindly either.
Tuvok: I have spent a great deal of time with Nimira over the last few days. She clearly is a very skilled investigator.
Janeway: I'm sure she is.
Tuvok: And this isn't the first time Lieutenant Torres' violent proclivities have created problems.
Janeway: No argument there. But I have a hard time buying that one fleeting thought makes her responsible for a vicious attack.
Tuvok: From what I've learned, crime here is a result of exposure to violent thought, much as it was on Vulcan before my people learned to control their emotions. In my opinion, the Mari should be applauded for their efforts.
Janeway: Well, I'm sure their intentions are admirable, but I'm not about to let them scramble B'Elanna's brain without a fight.
Tuvok: But we must prepare ourselves for the probability that she will turn out to be culpable for the crime.
Janeway: Maybe so. And then again, maybe not. Take a look at this. I don't mean to accuse your friend Nimira of being less than thorough, Tuvok, but don't you find that just the least bit curious?
Nimira: New evidence.
Tuvok: It concerns the attacker, Mister Frane. According to your own security records, he was arrested on four previous occasions for harboring violent thoughts. You classified him as an habitual perpetrator of hostile images.
Nimira: True. But those thoughts were purged each time. He spent years in neurogenic restructuring. The records also say he was cured.
Tuvok: Still, it is possible that Frane had a relapse. That he alone is responsible for his actions in the marketplace.
Nimira: Possible, but unlikely. Our engrammatic scans of Frane show that Lieutenant Torres' thought was prevalent in his mind during the attack.
Tuvok: And you are certain no other violent thoughts were present?
Nimira: I'm beginning to feel like I'm the one being investigated.
Tuvok: I am simply exploring all logical options. As a fellow law enforcement officer, you should understand that.
Nimira: I do. And I'm willing to share my findings with you. But if you're trying to prove your crewmate's innocence, you're too late. The case is closed. Do you think that this is easy for me? I don't want to harm B'Elanna, but I don't have a choice. That thought has to be contained, otherwise we risk further violence, maybe even a city wide panic. You told me your people spent centuries learning how to control their violent impulses. I know we haven't achieved your level of diskipline, but we're trying. I thought you'd understand.
Tuvok: I am not judging your culture. In fact, I admire it. I have enjoyed your company in particular. But I cannot abandon my responsibility to B'Elanna. I must continue my own investigation.
Nimira: Go right ahead. But I intend to proceed with the engrammatic purge.
Neelix: Telepathy. I don't like it, never have. It's bad for negotiations, it's bad for relationships, and it's certainly been bad for B'Elanna.
Seven: The fault was her own.
Neelix: What are you talking about?
Seven: She was careless with her thoughts. The result was violence.
Neelix: B'Elanna's not used to being around telepaths. That doesn't make her guilty.
Seven: Then her crime was ignorance. A common affliction among your crew.
Neelix: What's that supposed to mean?
Seven: You make contact with alien species without sufficient understanding of their nature. As a result, Voyager's directive to seek out new civilizations often ends in conflict.
Neelix: What you call ignorance, we call exploration. And sometimes it means taking a few risks. But it's certainly better than assimilating everything in your path.
Seven: Your goal is to share knowledge. Assimilation is the perfect means of attaining that goal.
Neelix: Perfect.
Talli: Good morning, Miss Tembit. Your usual selection?
Tembit: Yes, please.
Talli: Okay.
Talli: Oh, I'm so sorry.
Tembit: Idiot! Watch what you're doing!
Neelix: She's dead.
Neelix: I can't believe she'd dead.
Tuvok: I know this is difficult for you, Mister Neelix, but try to recount for me everything that happened.
Neelix: Seven and I were packing to return to the ship. We heard a scream. I went running. The old lady was just standing over Talli's body holding the bloody knife in her hand. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
Tuvok: Did the old woman say anything?
Neelix: Not that I remember. She was as shocked and confused as anyone else. Do you think this is somehow connected with the other attack?
Tuvok: I am not certain. But it strikes me as more than coincidence that two violent altercations have occurred within two days in a city which purports to have eliminated virtually all crime.
Crewman: Bridge to Commander Tuvok.
Tuvok: Tuvok here.
Crewman: Chief Examiner Nimira wants to see you. She's requesting permission to transport aboard.
Tuvok: Permission granted. Have her escorted to the briefing room. Tuvok out. We will continue later.
Neelix: Commander. She was a wonderful young woman. Whoever's responsible for her death, find them and see that they're brought to justice.
Tuvok: I will do my best, Mister Neelix.
Nimira: Thanks for seeing me.
Tuvok: I heard what happened. Do you have any idea what caused this latest attack?
Nimira: I just finished interviewing the old woman.
Tuvok: And?
Nimira: She attacked the victim in response to the same violent thought that motivated the previous beating.
Tuvok: B'Elanna's thought? But both she and Frane are in custody. How could the thought have been passed to anyone else?
Nimira: I don't know. That's why I'm here. I need your help.
Tuvok: Then you shall have it.
Nimira: Thank you. I don't know why that thought is still contaminating people, but I have got to put a stop to it. I've never dealt with a murder before, but you've had experience with homicide investigations.
Tuvok: I have.
Nimira: I thought I would start by tracing the old woman's whereabouts for the past few days to see where she might have encountered the thought.
Tuvok: A wise choice. In the meantime, I would like to interview B'Elanna more extensively. Perhaps a fresh perspective might uncover facts you hadn't considered.
Nimira: I'll arrange it immediately.
Torres: I'm not sure I like the idea of a mind meld any better than an engrammatic purge.
Tuvok: It will be a limited meld. I will focus exclusively on your memories of the events surrounding the crime. It poses no danger. Are you ready? Your mind to my mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Recall your encounter with Mister Frane. He bumped into you. What happened next?
Torres: I guess that's when I had the thought about hitting him.
Tuvok: And after that?
Torres: Guill came over and asked if I was hurt.
Tuvok: And what were you thinking at that moment?
Torres: Why?
Tuvok: I'm sensing something more to the encounter than what you've told me. Try to recall. It may be important.
Torres: Well, he was just holding me by the shoulders.
Tuvok: You said he'd been reading your mind during the negotiation. Was he still doing it?
Torres: I don't know.
Tuvok: You experienced negative feelings about him.
Torres: He gave me the creeps.
Tuvok: In what sense?
Torres: He wanted something. Something terrible.
Torres: What the hell? Why didn't I remember that before?
Tuvok: You may be recalling an unconscious thought you had at the time, or an intuition. Perhaps I should ask Mister Guill.
Tuvok: Mister Guill. I'm Commander Tuvok, Voyager's Chief of Security.
Guill: My children get upset when I'm late for supper. If you're here to do business we can make an appointment for tomorrow.
Tuvok: I'm here to talk to you about the attack.
Guill: Why me?
Tuvok: My crewmate, Lieutenant Torres, has been charged with the crime. I believe you're acquainted with her.
Guill: Lieutenant Torres, yes. She was arrested?
Tuvok: The Chief Examiner believes it was her violent thought which prompted the beating.
Guill: Ah. She seemed like such a pleasant young woman.
Tuvok: Apparently she was almost knocked over while doing business with you. Do you recall that?
Guill: Yes. A man accidentally ran into her. You're not like the others from your ship, are you? You're a telepath.
Tuvok: That is correct.
Guill: Why are you so curious about what happened?
Tuvok: I am conducting my own investigation of the crime.
Guill: I see. For a moment I thought you had another reason for asking. You struggle with violent thoughts as well. Terrible images, but they're hidden deep within your mind.
Tuvok: I am in control of those images. All members of the Vulcan race learn to inhibit emotions. If my unconscious thoughts are disturbing you, I will attempt to suppress them further.
Guill: No, please, don't trouble yourself. I can't see them clearly enough to be affected.
Tuvok: I sense that you are fascinated with my unconscious thoughts. That you would like to see more of them if you could.
Guill: No. I was just thinking, maybe I could help you.
Tuvok: Help me?
Guill: In learning how to deal with these dark impulses.
Tuvok: No, thank you. I have sufficient means of controlling them.
Guill: I'm sure you do. Any other questions?
Tuvok: No.
Guill: Then if you'll excuse me, I really can't be late for the table.
Guill: Do you have the money?
Malin: Three thousand renns.
Guill: I have something exciting for you tonight.
Guill: Why are you following us?
Tuvok: I was thinking abut what you said. Your interest in my unconscious thoughts. Perhaps we could help each other.
Guill: How would we do that?
Tuvok: By telepathically exchanging violent images. That is what you want, isn't it? To see what's buried in my unconscious.
Malin: Who is he?
Guill: Quiet. Why should I trust you?
Tuvok: Because you know we are very much alike. Perhaps I was mistaken.
Guill: Wait. Maybe we can be of use to each other, but you'll have to get rid of this.
Guill: Come back later, Malin. If I'm right, I'll have thoughts to share that are darker than anything you could imagine.
Guill: Well?
Tuvok: Fascinating.
Guill: Now. Show me.
Tuvok: I'll need a few moments to recover.
Guill: I'm surprised you're so easily tired. Your telepathic abilities are strong.
Tuvok: It is not often that I exercise those skills.
Guill: There must be violent thoughts to be had from your shipmates, whether they want to share them or not. After all, they couldn't stop a telepath from probing their minds, could they?
Tuvok: Is that how you acquire your merchandise?
Guill: Sometimes I buy, sometimes I find a person like you who's willing to share, and yes, when the opportunity presents itself, I take what I need.
Tuvok: Which is what you did to Lieutenant Torres.
Guill: Frane took her thought, not me.
Tuvok: So you know Mister Frane?
Guill: Only casually.
Tuvok: Well enough to be in business with him?
Guill: Why do you ask?
Tuvok: I am interested in the thought he acquired from B'Elanna. Her violent tendencies have always fascinated me, yet I've never succeeded in probing her mind. If you could help me purchase that thought
Guill: It's impossible. Frane's already had it purged.
Tuvok: Odd. I was certain you possessed it.
Guill: Me?
Tuvok: Didn't you extract the thought from B'Elanna as well just after she collided with Frane?
Guill: What?
Tuvok: I re-evaluated B'Elanna's memories of the incident. She remembers that you probed her mind.
Guill: She remembers incorrectly.
Tuvok: Perhaps. Or perhaps you did extract that image, which would explain why that same thought is still in circulation. Why it prompted a murder this morning.
Guill: Enough! It's time you gave me what you promised.
Tuvok: The only person you'll be sharing thoughts with tonight is the Chief Examiner.
Malin: Where are you going?
Tuvok: Stand aside.
Guill: Tuvok's taking me into custody.
Malin: No!
Chakotay: Still no sign of him.
Janeway: Try a multiphasic bioscan.
Kim: We're being hailed, Captain. It's Nimira.
Janeway: On screen. Chief Examiner, have you had any luck locating Tuvok?
Nimira: I'm afraid not.
Janeway: I'd like to send a search party.
Nimira: I can't allow that.
Janeway: Why not?
Nimira: We can't risk further violations of our laws.
Paris: That's ridiculous.
Janeway: Tom. I really don't think we pose a serious threat.
Nimira: There's nothing more to discuss. Lieutenant Torres will be purged, then returned to you.
Paris: Captain, you can't let them do that.
Nimira: The decision's been made. I'm sorry.
Torres: Let go of me.
Nimira: B'Elanna, please. Try to relax.
Torres: Oh, you have got to be kidding.
Nimira: Sedate her.
Torres: No. Wait.
Nimira: Proceed.
Tuvok: You won't escape punishment for your crimes.
Guill: Quiet.
Tuvok: You are responsible for a death.
Guill: I never meant that to happen. The old woman begged me for that thought. I had to help her. Here.
Tuvok: You're justifying murder.
Guill: Enough. Malin, hold him still. Now, show me.
Guill: You're holding back. I haven't seen the best of it yet, have I?
Tuvok: No.
Guill: Then show me.
Tuvok: If I show you, will you let me go?
Guill: Yes.
Tuvok: Come in closer.
Tuvok: Don't be alarmed. This will allow you to see the deepest recesses of my mind. My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts.
Guill: Yes. Good. This is the side of you I wanted to know.
Guill: What's happening?
Tuvok: We are locked in a Vulcan mind meld. You don't understand the truth of violence. Its darkness, its power.
Guill: Please, stop.
Nimira: Increase the electrochemical displacement, but be very careful with the synaptic potentials. One miscalculation and we could permanently damage her cerebral cortex.
Mari Official: Communications Center to Chief Examiner Nimira.
Nimira: Nimira.
Mari Official: Captain Janeway insists on speaking with you. She says it's extremely urgent.
Nimira: Relay her signal. What is it, Captain?
Janeway: It's imperative that you discontinue Lieutenant Torres' engrammatic extraction immediately.
Janeway: Commander Tuvok has found new evidence which proves her innocence.
Nimira: I hope this interruption is justified. Suspending an engrammatic purge once it's begun is highly irregular.
Janeway: Then let's not waste any more time. Commander.
Tuvok: I have discovered that Guill and Frane are responsible for the beating in the marketplace, and consequently for Talli's murder.
Nimira: Guill, the merchant?
Tuvok: That is correct.
Nimira: What possible involvement could he have? It was Frane who acted on the violent thought.
Tuvok: That is not in dispute. However, Lieutenant Torres' thought was not transferred accidentally.
Nimira: I don't understand.
Tuvok: When Guill first met Lieutenant Torres, he sensed strong, violent tendencies within her. A potential for mental imagery which interested him. In order to exploit that potential, he conspired with Frane to provoke B'Elanna. They wanted to trigger a violent thought so they could telepathically draw it from her mind.
Nimira: I can't believe that.
Tuvok: It is precisely what happened. Unfortunately, they underestimated the intensity of the thought. It was more powerful than anything either of them had ever experienced. As a result, Frane lost control and attacked the victim.
Nimira: Why would peaceful men like Guill and Frane want to subject themselves to such hostile images?
Tuvok: My investigation has uncovered a rather disturbing side of Mari society. A black market if you will, in which many of your citizens trade in illicit mental imagery. Guill is a very prominent figure in this underground. Or was, until I brought him into custody.
Nimira: Why would any of my people want to indulge in that kind of behavior?
Janeway: Apparently, outlawing violent thought hasn't made it go away. All you've done is force people to share it in back alleys.
Tuvok: It seems you have a somewhat more serious problem than the random thoughts of a single alien.
Nimira: Even if I believed you, I'm not sure anyone else would.
Tuvok: Then I suggest you interrogate Guill yourselves. His engrammatic record will undoubtedly confirm what I've told you.
Nimira: Where is he now?
Tuvok: We have him confined, in our brig.
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. Chief Examiner Nimira has taken custody of Mister Guill. Whether his arrest will lead to reforms in the Mari justice system is anyone's guess. In the meantime, the Doctor is treating Lieutenant Torres and Commander Tuvok.
Emh: Fortunately the Mari didn't get very far with the procedure. You can return to duty, Lieutenant, though perhaps with one or two fewer violent engrams in that fiery head of yours.
Torres: It's all right, Doc. There are plenty more where those came from.
Emh: Duly warned.
Torres: Thanks for getting me out of there.
Tuvok: I was merely pursuing the truth.
Torres: So, if I was responsible for passing that thought you would have let them lobotomise me?
Tuvok: It is incumbent upon us to respect the laws of the societies we visit.
Torres: So, you still a fan of the Mari legal system?
Tuvok: My views have been somewhat modified.
Torres: Then you're not going to lecture me about losing my temper?
Tuvok: If you must know, investigating this case has given me a new respect for your inner struggle.
Torres: Really?
Tuvok: Burdened as you are by your primitive Klingon psyche, it is a wonder you are able to keep your violent thoughts under control as much as you do.
Torres: Thanks. I think.
Tuvok: You're welcome. Of course, there are various Vulcan techniques which could help you increase your self-control.
Torres: You don't say.
Janeway: Come in.
Seven: I must speak with you.
Janeway: Of course. Have a seat.
Seven: I prefer to stand.
Janeway: I keep forgetting.
Seven: You once encouraged me to express my opinions if I had something relevant to say.
Janeway: Go right ahead.
Seven: You wish to return this vessel to the Alpha Quadrant, and yet you are following Starfleet protocol regarding first contact. The two objectives are incompatible.
Janeway: How so?
Seven: Your philosophy of exploration exposes Voyager to constant risk. If you maintain a direct course to Earth and avoid all extraneous contact with alien species, it will increase your chances of survival.
Janeway: Well, that would make a dull ride home.
Seven: Captain?
Janeway: We seek out new races because we want to, not because we're following protocols. We have an insatiable curiosity about the universe.
Seven: Your Chief Engineer and Security Officer were nearly lost today. That is unacceptable.
Janeway: To you, maybe, but not to me or my crew. Our experience with the Mari gave us an insight into a culture we've never encountered.
Seven: But that is irrelevant.
Janeway: No. It's how we gain knowledge.
Seven: Then we are in disagreement.
Janeway: Good. I dread the day when everyone on this ship agrees with me. I thank you for your opinion but our mission is not going to change.
Janeway: Dismissed.