Janeway: Good morning children. I'm your new governess, Mrs Davenport. Too formal. Henry, Beatrice, I'm so glad to meet you. I've heard so much about you, and I'm sure we're going to be very good friends. Oh, too familiar. Hello, I'm Mrs Davenport. Your father has asked me here to be your new governess.
Henry: Something he did without mentioning in to us.
Janeway: Good morning, children. It's good to see you. You must be Henry. And this is Beatrice.
Henry: Henry Burleigh, Viscount Timmons. My sister, the Lady Beatrice Flora. You will address us as my Lord and my Lady.
Janeway: Of course, my Lord. Please, sit down. Let's get to know one another, shall we? I'm Mrs Davenport. I hope to be a friend to you as well as a governess.
Henry: In ullam rem ne properemus.
Janeway: I beg your pardon?
Henry: In ullam rem ne properemus. Is your Latin a bit rusty?
Janeway: I suppose it is.
Henry: Then I don't see how you'll be doing my lessons with me.
Janeway: My Lord, I assure you that I am more than qualified to instruct you. I may have to brush up on my Latin, but when it comes to mathematics and the sciences, I'm sure you'll find my lessons challenging. And Beatrice, what do you like to study?
Beatrice: Nothing.
Janeway: Not even painting or needlework?
Beatrice: I just made my first sampler. I finished it yesterday.
Janeway: Did you? Oh, I'd love to see it sometime.
Beatrice: I don't have it anymore. I gave it to Mother.
Henry: Beatrice! My sister is confused. She gave the sampler to Mother before she died.
Beatrice: No, I didn't. I gave it to her last night.
Henry: Beatrice!
Beatrice: I talked to her!
Henry: Beatrice is upset, Mrs Davenport. She hasn't yet accepted our mother's death.
Janeway: Beatrice, I know it was a terrible thing to lose your mother.
Beatrice: She's not dead! I saw her last night!
Henry: What have you done to my sister?
Janeway: Computer, restore characters in program Janeway lambda one.
Computer: Unable to comply. There has been a disruption of power to energy grid beta four.
Janeway: Janeway to Bridge. Report.
Chakotay: We're experiencing
Chakotay: Power fluctuations on deck six, Captain. Mister Tuvok is investigating.
Janeway: Keep me informed. Janeway out.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Lieutenant Torres. Has any equipment repair been authorized on Deck six?
Torres: Negative. What's going on?
Tuvok: Stand by.
Dalby: Be careful! Sorry. You might have broken the connection.
Tuvok: Crewman Dalby, what are you doing here?
Dalby: One of the bio-neural gel packs was malfunctioning. I had to replace it.
Tuvok: Did you inform Lieutenant Torres?
Dalby: Not yet. I was just going to take this to Engineering for analysis.
Tuvok: On this ship we have a protocol for such procedures.
Dalby: I was in the area, I saw a malfunctioning gel pack and I fixed it. What's the problem?
Tuvok: Your repair interrupted a number of ships functions. That is the problem.
Dalby: I guess I'm used to doing things a little differently. On our ship, when something went wrong, you fixed it.
Tuvok: I would remind you, Mister Dalby, that you are no longer on a Maquis ship.
Dalby: I'm well aware of that, Lieutenant. And every minute of every day I regret it. I was just trying to do my job, trying to help out. If that goes against Starfleet's almighty rules then put me in the brig. Otherwise, leave me alone.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 48846.5. Ordinarily the loss of a gel pack would be a minor inconvenience, but here in the Delta Quadrant it's a reminder of the precarious nature of our journey.
Janeway: I don't understand. The gel packs have an extremely reliable track record. It's almost impossible to damage them. Why did this one malfunction?
Tuvok: Unknown. Lieutenant Torres is running a materials analysis on the gel pack. In the mean time the unit has been replaced.
Janeway: How many do we have left in reserve?
Tuvok: Forty seven.
Janeway: Those gel packs run half the critical systems on this ship. Once they run out, that's it. We can't replicate new ones.
Chakotay: It might be possible to switch over some systems to conventional isolinear circuits.
Janeway: Good idea. Start looking into it.
Tuvok: There is one other matter I wish to discuss. I am concerned about Crewman Dalby. He attempted to make unauthorized repairs on a damaged gel pack. When I confronted him, he lost control.
Janeway: How so?
Tuvok: He became extremely angry, to the point of insubordination.
Janeway: Dalby. I've heard complaints about him from others.
Tuvok: Indeed. This is not the first incident involving Mister Dalby. Last week he was found tampering with ship's systems to increase a friends replicator rations, and he has missed three of his last ten duty shifts.
Janeway: Commander, you know Mister Dalby better than I do. Any idea what might be bothering him?
Chakotay: Dalby's always been pretty aggressive. My guess is the man's frustrated. He's not used to dealing with Starfleet protocol and procedures.
Tuvok: A starship cannot run without protocols. Mister Dalby's attitude is disrupting this vessels operations.
Chakotay: What do you suggest? Dragging him in front of a diskiplinary board?
Tuvok: Perhaps that would be the best approach.
Janeway: I doubt that's going to help. Dalby's not the only Maquis who's having problems adjusting. And besides, it's not only a matter of attitude, it's also a matter of experience. It's not fair to expect Starfleet behavior from people who never went to the Academy.
Tuvok: What do you propose?
Janeway: We need to bring some of these people up to speed. Instruct them in how to run a Starfleet vessel. Show them why we do things the way we do. Give them an opportunity to feel like they're part of the team.
Chakotay: A crash course in Starfleet operations. Field training.
Janeway: Exactly. So, what do you think, Mister Tuvok. Are you up training a group of raw cadets?
Tuvok: Me?
Janeway: You taught at the Academy for sixteen years. You'd be perfect for the job.
Tuvok: Commander Chakotay would be a more logical choice to be their instructor. He is a Maquis, as well as their former Captain.
Janeway: That's my point. He doesn't have to earn their respect. We do.
Tuvok: Very well, Captain, I will prepare a curriculum.
Janeway: Commander, pick out the Maquis crewmembers you feel would benefit most from the training. Have them report to Lt Tuvok at the next duty shift.
Chakotay: Right. Don't worry, Tuvok. I'll tell them to take it easy on you.
Tuvok: Good morning. We have assembled here because Captain Janeway feels you would all benefit from additional Starfleet training. Consequently
Henley: I think we need some clarification. Just why have we been singled out for this honor?
Tuvok: The answer to that question would seem to be self evident, crewman. Interrupting a senior officer is not acceptable behavior. The purpose of this training is to familiarize you with Starfleet protocols so that mistakes like that will be minimized.
Chell: Still, the fact remains. That is, if I have permission to speak, Lieutenant? Thank you. As I was saying, the fact remains that you must have noticed certain problems with each member of this select group or we wouldn't be here. I frankly can't imagine what I might have done that warrants my inclusion.
Tuvok: Crewman Chell.
Chell: In fact
Tuvok: Your report indicates that you are talkative, disruptive and unreliable. You promise to do tasks which then go undone.
Chell: That is a complete exaggeration. Just yesterday I overhauled a servicing system
Tuvok: Crewman! From this point on you will speak only if you are spoken to.
Chell: But Lieutenant, I'm just trying to
Tuvok: Forty laps around the cargo bay. Start running now.
Chell: But
Tuvok: Fifty laps.
Tuvok: As I was saying, this class will adhere to standards established for Starfleet cadets. There will be physical training and academic studies, as well as tactical situations which will be simulated on the holodeck. Crewman, have you been listening to me?
Tuvok: Excuse me. I did not hear that answer.
Gerron: Yes.
Tuvok: Speak up, crewman.
Gerron: I said, yes.
Tuvok: From now on you will look at me when I am talking to you.
Dalby: Leave him alone.
Tuvok: What was that?
Dalby: I said, leave him alone. Can't you see he's just a kid? He shouldn't even be here.
Tuvok: We think he should.
Dalby: You'll probably have me running two hundred laps for this, but I don't care. The problem we're having, Lieutenant, is that this whole thing is insulting. We didn't ask to come aboard this ship but we understand the situation we're in and we've done the best job we can, and now you're telling us that's not good enough.
Tuvok: That is correct.
Dalby: Well, maybe that's too bad. Maybe we've done the best we can and that's as good as you're going to get. How about it? Does anybody really want to be here?
Henley: I don't have anything to learn from him.
Dalby: Well I don't think he's going to phaser us, and frankly I'd rather be in the brig than in here, so let's go.
Tuvok: Crewmen, you are demonstrating rank insubordination. I order all of you to stay where you are.
Dalby: Chell! Come on, we're leaving.
Gerron: I don't know. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave like that. I mean, they're not just going to let us get away with it.
Henley: What are they going to do, put us off the ship? Keep us in the brig for seventy years? Every person on this ship is needed. Nothing's going to happen.
Dalby: It's not like we're guilty of mutiny. We'll just keep doing our jobs, same as ever. We're just not going to jump through any Starfleet hoops.
Chakotay: You want to give me your version of what happened?
Dalby: Commander, we're going to live up to our responsibilities on this ship. We're just not going to be treated like teenage cadets.
Chakotay: I see.
Henley: It was ridiculous. Tuvok had Chell running laps around the cargo bay.
Dalby: And he was picking on Gerron. I don't like it.
Chakotay: Really?
Dalby: Look, Commander, you know as well as I do that we're used to playing with a different rule book. There's the Starfleet way, and there's the Maquis way.
Chakotay: And you want to do things the Maquis way?
Dalby: That's right. That's always worked for us.
Chakotay: That's the Maquis way too, isn't it? And if you want to keep doing it the Maquis was that's fine with me. We can do that tomorrow, the next day, everyday, until you report to Lieutenant Tuvok. You understand me? What? How does a Starfleet crewman answer a question?
Dalby: Yes. Sir.
Chakotay: Does anyone else have a problem.
Tuvok: These are your study assignments for next week. Please note that examinations will be conducted randomly with no advance notice. I will now inspect your uniforms. Crewman Henley, your headband is certainly festive.
Henley: Thank you.
Tuvok: However, it is in violation of regulations. Please check the protocol files for recommended guidelines. What is this?
Chell: It's a Kazleti design. I studied the technique when I visited their planet. It took me weeks to learn. I know it doesn't look complicated but this
Tuvok: This ornament is in violation of the dress code.
Chell: It was hidden. You could hardly see it.
Tuvok: You will remove it now.
Gerron: I know, I'll have to take off the earring.
Tuvok: Correct. In addition, your boots are scuffed. From now on you will arrive in polished boots. GERRON Yes, sir.
Tuvok: Do you have a problem, Mister Dalby?
Dalby: No, sir.
Tuvok: Very well. You will all report to me on deck eleven at nineteen hundred hours. Dismissed.
Henley: What are we going to be doing?
Tuvok: You will find that out at nineteen hundred hours. Dismissed.
Dalby: I'm going through with this field training, as ordered. I can't say it's very productive. Frankly, it feels like punishment.
Torres: In other words you're afraid you won't make it. That you'll fail this training.
Dalby: Excuse me? That's not what I said, or what I'm thinking. What? You think I can't make it through this ridiculous exercise? That's absurd.
Torres: Fine. Then make it through. It's another power failure.
Dalby: It's the gel packs again.
Torres: Deck four, section nine C.
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering. Report.
Torres: It's another malfunction in the bio-neural circuitry. We're putting a repair crew on it now. Torres out. Dalby. Replace the failed gel pack and check out the adjoining circuits. Make sure we don't have some kind of cascade feedback causing this. We can't just keep replacing these things. Ensign, you're in charge till I get back. I'll be in Sickbay if you need me.
Kes: What is it?
Torres: It's your new patient. It's one of the bio-neural gel packs.
Emh: Ah yes, I'm aware of these devices, but I've never seen one.
Torres: It's malfunctioning but I can't find anything wrong with it mechanically. I thought that you could look at the biological component.
Emh: Interesting.
Emh: Initiate the scan.
Kes: Scanning beam is active.
Emh: Ah, ha!
Torres: What?
Emh: The patient is sick.
Torres: Can you be more specific?
Emh: To discuss the patient's condition in front of the patient would be a serious breach of professional etiquette. It's been suggested that I cultivate a greater sensitivity to my patient's needs. Don't worry, my little friend.
Torres: Doctor.
Emh: Very well. The biological component of the circuit device has an infection. A very contagious one.
Torres: Is the crew in any danger?
Kes: I don't detect any sign of infection in you, Lieutenant.
Emh: I suspect the contagion is not harmful to humanoids. If it were, we probably would have seen evidence of illness in the crew by now. But in order to protect the ship's circuitry, you'll have to isolate and quarantine all the affected gel packs until a treatment regimen can be initiated.
Torres: I'll have to take the forward grids off line. We'll lose replicators but I can reroute the primary systems. How long do you need?
Emh: I don't know. Unless we find the source of the infection, we won't be able to stop it from spreading.
Torres: Okay, I'll tell the Captain.
Tuvok: We'll be taking a ten kilometer run. I've cleared deck thirteen of personnel for the evening. Make sure your packs are secure to avoid chafing.
Chell: Couldn't I just carry Henley? She weighs about the same.
Tuvok: We will get to deck thirteen by using the Jeffries tubes.
Dalby: Well, at least it's only two decks down.
Tuvok: Not that way, crewman. We are getting to deck thirteen by way of the mess hall.
Henley: That's on deck two. We'd have to crawl through over fifty Jeffries tubes to get there.
Tuvok: Correct. I am glad to see your knowledge of the ship's internal structure is improving. Crewman Gerron, lead the way.
Chell: Thank you. You can stay there as long as you like as far as I'm concerned. This pack feels like it's filled with latinum bricks.
Tuvok: Crewman Gerron. What is the problem up there? Keep going!
Chell: Maybe he'll slip and plunge to his death.
Crewwoman: Be my guest.
Tuvok: All right, the ten kilometers begin now.
Henley: My legs feel like lead pipes.
Dalby: Don't think about it. Keep your mind on something else.
Henley: How about the pain in my shoulders.
Tuvok: That was a run of approximately ten point one kilometers.
Henley: That was no run, it was a death march.
Tuvok: You may be experiencing difficulty because I increased the gravity on this deck by ten percent.
Dalby: What?
Tuvok: You never know what conditions you might encounter. You must be prepared for anything. Crewmen Gerron and Chell, you have not completed your run. By my account we have lapped you three times. You will finish the ten kilometers now. We will repeat this exercise tomorrow evening and I will expect each one of you to better your performance.
Torres: Have you found any traces of the bacteria?
Kim: I've checked the transporter logs for the past month. There's no indication that the biofilter picked up anything suspicious.
Torres: We stopped at that planet, Napinne, brought on some food stores for Neelix. Some of it looked pretty strange.
Kim: Right. Varmeliate fiber, whole green putillos and schplict.
Torres: Schplict?
Kim: Grakel milk. I've looked at the logs, everything checked out.
Torres: Okay, let's go over the environmental systems. Maybe we're dealing with something airborne.
Kim: He's been at it since before I got here.
Torres: Chell, what are you doing?
Chell: Mister Tuvok ordered me to degauss the entire transporter room.
Torres: But you're using a micro-resonator.
Chell: I know.
Torres: Why don't you use the magneton scanner? You'd be done in five minutes.
Kim: Tuvok told him to use the micro-resonator.
Torres: But he'll be at it for hours.
Chell: Mister Tuvok estimated twenty six point three hours.
Kim: Sounds like a Tuvok estimate.
Torres: Well, good luck.
Kim: Oh, you missed a spot.
Tuvok: Security log, supplemental. I have recreated the bridge of Voyager on the holodeck and scheduled a war games simulation. I am hopeful that an exercise in teamwork will help to instilll a sense of participation among my trainees.
Tuvok: On the bridge, we depend on the smooth functioning of every crewman at every station. You are the Captain's eyes, ears and hands. You must function as one perfectly tuned unit. Mister Dalby, I understand you have command experience.
Dalby: Yes, sir.
Tuvok: You have the Bridge. The program will present you with a series of random events which you and your crew must deal with in whatever manner you see fit.
Dalby: I understand.
Tuvok: The program will be initiated when you set a course.
Dalby: All set?
All: Aye, sir. Ready.
Dalby: Mister Chell, ahead warp six. Heading one five nine mark seven.
Chell: Aye, sir.
Dalby: Mister Gerron, what's the nearest star system?
Gerron: I'm showing a red giant system three point seven light years from our current position. There are eight planets, none of them M-class.
Henley: Sir, we're picking up an automated distress call.
Dalby: Source?
Henley: Unknown. There's a lot of subspace interference.
Dalby: Gerron, can you get a fix?
Gerron: Sensors indicate a Ferengi ship heavily damaged by weapons fire. Eight life form readings, very faint.
Dalby: Hail them.
Henley: They're not responding.
Chell: I must point out sir that the Ferengi have been known to deceive other ships by pretending to be damaged. We could be falling into a trap.
Dalby: We have a duty to offer humanitarian aid if we can. Chell, change course to intercept.
Chell: Course laid in, sir.
Dalby: Proceed.
Gerron: Sir, a Romulan Warbird decloaking off the port bow.
Dalby: Red alert. Hail them. Let them know we're on a rescue mission.
Henley: They're powering up weapons.
Gerron: No response to the hail.
Dalby: Evasive maneuvers, Mister Chell.
Chell: Initiating evasive sequence beta nine three.
Henley: We've been hit on the lateral phaser array. Shields at eighty one percent.
Dalby: Arm all forward phasers.
Gerron: Sir, there's a second Romulan ship decloaking dead ahead. It's launching torpedoes.
Gerron: Damage to decks eleven through fifteen. Reports of casualties.
Dalby: Arm all photon banks. Mister Chell, continuous evasive action. Henley, fire at will!
Henley: Aye, sir.
Gerron: Shields are buckling. Hull breach on deck nine.
Dalby: Keep firing, Henley. Let's do as much damage as we can.
Tuvok: Computer, reset program. Your first command together was less than successful. You are all dead.
Dalby: It was a no-win situation. What were we supposed to do?
Tuvok: Can anyone answer that question?
Henley: I thought we went by the book.
Chell: I certainly did everything I could possibly do. My evasive action sequences can not be faulted.
Henley: At least we went out with our phasers firing.
Tuvok: Mister Gerron, do you have something to add?
Gerron: What does it matter?
Tuvok: It matters, because if you do not learn from your mistakes, you will be doomed to repeat them.
Dalby: I was in command. Put the blame on me. The crew was just following my orders.
Tuvok: And have you reached a conclusion as to your error?
Dalby: I thought I did everything I could. We were just out-gunned.
Tuvok: I see. Did the possibility of retreat not occur to you?
Henley: Retreat?
Dalby: I can't believe you'd say that.
Tuvok: The strongest tactical move is always the one in which you will reap the highest gain at the lowest cost. Going out with phasers firing may seem heroic, but in the long run it is merely foolish. Retreat is often the best possible option.
Dalby: Well, Mister Tuvok, once more you've proven your point. We're just not Starfleet material. Are we dismissed, sir?
Tuvok: Dismissed. Computer, exit.
Neelix: I feel that my services as Morale Officer are required.
Tuvok: I assure you, you are wrong.
Neelix: Oh really? One, no cup of tea. Two, no PADD. Three, you're sitting on the opposite side from usual. All of that tells me you've got something on your mind. And what tells me that it's making you miserable is that cloud of doom that's rising from you like a ground fog.
Tuvok: I cannot imagine that there are visible emanations which allow you to interpret my mood. You are making wild assumptions.
Neelix: Ah, ha. Maquis trainees getting you down?
Tuvok: I do not believe they are responding well to my instruction.
Neelix: What seems to be the problem?
Tuvok: That is what I have been trying to determine, and I'm afraid I am at a loss. I have taught literally thousands of cadets and I have never encountered these difficulties. My methods are sound and time-honored. I insist on strict adherence to rules and protocols. I never waver from that approach. I have always been successful in honing each cadet into a Starfleet officer.
Neelix: Come with me, I want to show you something.
Neelix: These are Keela flowers. Beautiful, and remarkably strong. The stem is flexible, impossible to break. But occasionally on the same plant there's a bloom whose stem is not so flexible. Ah, here's one. And when the stem is brittle, it breaks.
Tuvok: You're saying that the Maquis crew is rigid and inflexible. That they will never adjust to Starfleet rules.
Neelix: No, Mister Vulcan, I'm saying that you are rigid and inflexible, but maybe if you'd learn to bend a little, you might have better luck with your class. Those Maquis aren't Starfleet cadets. You can't treat them the same way. Get to know them, try to find out what they're like inside. You might discover a better teaching method.
Tuvok: I am not sure if I have the ability to find out what they are like inside. Mister Neelix, what is that?
Neelix: Brill cheese. I made it from that schplict we brought on board last week. Ensign Ashmore asked for something called macaroni and cheese.
Tuvok: Cheese. You must cultivate bacteria to make cheese.
Neelix: Of course.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 48859.3. Lieutenant Tuvok has reported what may be a possible explanation for the infection in the bio-neural gel packs. I have asked Lieutenant Torres and her team to investigate Neelix's kitchen.
Torres: Get me a schematic of the airflow patterns for the whole ship.
Crewman: Aye Sir.
Torres: The cheese is full of volatile bacterial spores. It has to stay isolated in this portable containment field.
Crewwoman: What is this?
Neelix: That's just a Laurelian pudding. It has to simmer for four hours.
Torres: The spores must have traveled through that intake and then into the ventilation system.
Tuvok: Where they were disseminated throughout the ship, subsequently infecting the bio-neural circuitry.
Neelix: I feel awful about this. I assure you I had no idea.
Torres: More gel packs must be down. If this is getting to the environmental systems we may be in more trouble that we thought. Neelix, this wasn't your fault. The important thing is that we found the source. Get the cheese to Sickbay. The Doctor should look at it as soon as possible.
Crewman: Yes, Lieutenant.
Tuvok: You may break, Mister Dalby.
Dalby: Okay.
Tuvok: Do you play pool often?
Dalby: Not really. I did when I was younger.
Tuvok: Do you have a family?
Dalby: What is this all about?
Tuvok: Pardon?
Dalby: This little exercise. Are we testing my social skills? Does Starfleet have rules about them too?
Tuvok: I had thought we could get to know each other. Perhaps then our relationship would function more smoothly.
Dalby: Get to know each other? Okay, here's the brief history of Kenneth Dalby. We lived on the Bajoran frontier. It was a hard life. I coped by getting into a lot of trouble. I was angry at everybody and everything, till a woman came along and taught me about love. For a while, I wasn't angry any more. Three Cardassians raped her and smashed her skull. I joined the Maquis and tried to slaughter as many of them as I could find. How about you? Any family?
Tuvok: I do, but there is nothing to report about them that would compare with your story. I've observed that you seem to be somewhat protective of Mister Gerron. Have you formed a friendship with him?
Dalby: No. He won't let me get close. First time I saw him, I thought I was looking at myself at that age. I thought maybe I could be a friend, maybe he wouldn't turn out the way I did. But I didn't have much luck. And then we got stuck out here. Being so far away from home is hard on somebody that young, so I'd appreciate it if you'd try not to make him any more miserable that he is already.
Tuvok: Commander Chakotay specifically recommended Mister Gerron for this program. He felt that if the young man were able to learn new skills, to set goals and accomplish them, it might go a long way to helping him feel better about himself.
Dalby: That's why he's in this group?
Tuvok: It is our intention that the experience be positive for everyone.
Dalby: If you say so. But understand this, Lieutenant. I don't want to get to know you, and I don't want to be your friend.
Emh: This is the most pernicious infectious agent I've ever seen. It systematically attacked every cell in the gel pack's biological matrix.
Kes: I've exposed it to every anti-bacterial agent we have available. It hasn't responded.
Emh: Sickbay to Bridge. Captain, what seems to be happening.
Janeway: We're losing more bio-neural circuitry, Doctor.
Janeway: All systems are being affected. Please, tell me you have some good news about a treatment.
Emh: I'm afraid not. Frankly, I'm at a loss.
Emh: But we'll keep trying.
Janeway: Please do. Janeway out.
Emh: What I find curious is that these bacteria didn't show up in any of our diagnostic scans of the ship. But if the bacteria from the cheese into the ship's systems, how did the gel packs get infected?
Kes: Haven't I read that viruses can live inside bacteria?
Emh: Of course. A virus. The bacteria could be hosts to the infectious virus. There are thousands of viruses so small they would have escaped detection.
Kes: So maybe we should try the anti-viral agents on the gel-packs.
Emh: It's certainly worth a try.
Dalby: I think the inertial dampeners are malfunctioning.
Henley: Along with a lot of other things.
Tuvok: Class dismissed. Return to your duty stations.
Chell: Lieutenant? We're stuck in here.
Kim: Captain, the bio-neural network is failing sequentially. We're losing systems faster than we can compensate with backups.
Chakotay: What about changing over to isolinear circuitry?
Kim: Torres is working on it, but it's a long way from being ready. It couldn't even maintain life support at this point.
Paris: Propulsion is down.
Kim: Every system on the main grid is down. Communication, transporters, turbolifts and life support.
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering.
Torres: Torres here, Captain.
Janeway: Transfer whatever power you can to life support, and keep working on the isolinear circuitry.
Torres: Understood.
Gerron: The manual override isn't working, sir.
Dalby: Can't get the main cargo door open either.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Bridge. This is Lieutenant Tuvok, is anyone receiving this message? It appears our duty stations will have to do without us for the time being.
Kim: Captain, life support is failing. Deck fifteen has lost all power and deck seven has lost it's gravitational grid.
Emh: Sickbay to Bridge. Captain, I believe we may have something.
Janeway: Go ahead, Doctor.
Emh: The gel packs are incapable of responding to
Emh: an infection in the same way humanoid organisms do.
Janeway: With a fever.
Emh: Exactly.
Emh: We've experimented with heating the samples of bio-neural circuitry we have here and the results are promising. Of course, we don't have the ability to produce the amount of heat needed
Emh: To wipe out a ship-wide infection.
Janeway: Janeway to Torres.
Torres: Torres here.
Janeway: If we wanted to superheat the gel pack system, to raise it's temperature, so to speak, how could we do it?
Torres: I suppose we could infuse the gel pack
Torres: Circuits with a high energy plasma burst from a symmetric warp field.
Janeway: But we'd have to generate that heat by inverting the warp field towards the ship.
Torres: Right. We could produce the required energy by getting the warp engines to eighty percent of maximum while we're standing still.
Torres: Then we could initiate the plasma burst.
Janeway: Can we get to eighty percent with all the control failures we have?
Torres: If we re-route the emergency power to the warp engines it might be enough. But it's a risky move.
Janeway: I'm aware of that, but I think we have to try it. Divert all power including life support to the warp engines
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Mister Paris, deactivate the nacelle control system and prepare to engage the warp engines.
Paris: Nacelle controls deactivated. Ready to go.
Janeway: Do it.
Chell: What's that noise?
Dalby: This conduit is getting very hot.
Henley: So am I. It's getting awfully warm in here.
Chell: Something's wrong. Very wrong. I don't like this at all.
Tuvok: I would surmise that the Captain is making some effort to deal with the systems failures. The fact that we do not know what that effort entails may lead us to imagine the worst. We must not let fear get the best of us. Mister Gerron, it is possible the console in the control room is still functioning. Please see if you can open the doors from there.
Gerron: Yes, sir.
Tuvok: In the mean time, we can attempt to access one of the Jeffries tubes through the forward bulkhead.
Paris: I don't know about the bacteria, but I'm about ready to pass out.
Chakotay: Engines are only at seventy four percent of maximum. That's not enough for a plasma burst.
Janeway: Mister Paris, increase antimatter flow.
Kim: It's having an affect, Captain. Temperature is at three hundred and forty Kelvins. Can we get the engines a little hotter?
Janeway: Mister Paris, get us to eighty percent of maximum somehow.
Paris: I'll try.
Kim: Okay, we're at three hundred and sixty Kelvins.
Chakotay: Engines are at seventy nine percent of maximum. I think we can risk it.
Janeway: Bridge to Torres, initiate the plasma burst.
Torres: Aye, Captain, but be prepared. It might blow out some of the conduits.
Janeway: Acknowledged. Go ahead.
Tuvok: The plasma gas will become toxic within minutes. We must leave immediately.
Dalby: What about Gerron? We can't leave him.
Tuvok: Get in the Jeffries tube. I cannot risk losing any more of you to save one man.
Dalby: What is that, some kind of Starfleet rule?
Tuvok: It is always tactically correct to sacrifice the few for the many.
Dalby: I don't give a Circassian fig what's tactically correct, I'm going back for him. This is one time when retreat is not an option.
Tuvok: Get in the Jeffries tube now! Mister Dalby, I will break your arm if you do not follow my order.
Dalby: I won't forget this. You're letting him die.
Tuvok: Keep moving.
Janeway: Janeway to sickbay, report.
Emh: Bacterial levels are dropping, Captain.
Emh: If they continue, we should be able to purge the system within a few minutes.
Janeway: Keep me informed.
Janeway: We need life support back on line as soon as possible.
Emh: I'll get back to you right away, Captain.
Emh: Sickbay to Bridge. Repeat, Sickbay to Bridge. Can anyone hear me?
Chakotay: Come in, doctor.
Emh: All of the infectious bacteria have been destroyed.
Emh: The danger of further infection has passed.
Janeway: Mister Kim, start getting our systems back on line.
Kim: Aye, Captain.
Chell: Come on, come on!
Henley: I think he's all right.
Dalby: I thought Starfleet rules said that was an unacceptable risk, going back to save him.
Tuvok: It was. However, I recently realized that there are times when it is desirable to bend the rules.
Dalby: Lieutenant, if you can learn to bend the rules, I guess we can learn to follow them. Come on, let's get you two to Sickbay.


Janeway: Rust?
Kim: That's right, Captain. High levels of ferric oxide. Corroded iron particles.
Janeway: Would you mind telling me how iron could rust in space without oxygen?
Kim: I wish I could.
Janeway: Mister Paris, alter our course to follow that trail of rust. One quarter impulse.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Kim: Captain, look at this. I'm picking up traces of complex hydrocarbons in the rust. Benzene, ethylene, acetylene.
Paris: That sounds like gasoline.
Chakotay: Gasoline?
Paris: It's a liquid fuel that was used centuries ago on Earth. They burned it to drive internal combustion engines.
Janeway: How did it get out here?
Tuvok: I'm detecting a small object. It appears to be the source of the rust and hydrocarbons.
Janeway: Put it on screen. Magnify.
Tuvok: Apparently it is a ground vehicle from mid-twentieth century Earth.
Paris: It's a 1936 Ford, actually.
Janeway: Mister Paris?
Paris: That was the manufacturing date, 1936. Ford was the name of the company that build it. Antique vehicles are a hobby of mine.
Paris: Internal combustion engine, a reciprocating piston cylinder design, fuel source was a refined petroleum. Gasoline.
Kim: So is this an early hover car?
Paris: No, you're about a century too early for that. This is about one step ahead of the horse drawn carriage.
Torres: Traces of potassium nitrate, ammonium and methane back here.
Janeway: I think you'll find that's manure. Horse manure, if I'm not mistaken. Judging from the mud on the wheels, and the alfalfa seedlings stuck in the metal frame, I'd say this vehicle belonged to a farmer, or at least someone who lived in a rural area. But the question is, how did it get here? I doubt there are many twentieth century farmers driving around the Delta Quadrant.
Tuvok: There are no signs of any wormholes or temporal anomalies in this region of space.
Janeway: Let's run a metallurgical analysis of the vehicle.
Paris: There's still oil in the crank case, water in the radiator. I wonder if the battery's still charged. Now, let's see. This is before voice command activation, so there should be something in here called a key. Key.
Kim: What are you doing?
Paris: Trying to bring this beauty back to life. Now where are the keys? Ah ha. Here they are. Okay, choke out, clutch in, give her a little gas, turn the key and step on the starter.
Paris: Sorry.
Janeway: Next time you might give us a little warning, Mister Paris.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Tuvok: I suggest we increase the ventilation in the cargo bay before we are asphyxiated.
Kim: What's that?
Paris: That is an amplitude modulation receiving device. AM radio. Not sure we'll pick up much out here.
Paris: Whoa. What was that?
Torres: What is that?
Kim: It's too regular to be random interference.
Torres: I'm running the signal through the ship's database. It's an ancient Earth distress call known as an SOS.
Kim: I've located the source of the SOS signal. It's coming from a planet in a star system bearing three one zero mark two one five.
Janeway: Mister Paris, lay in a course.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Why didn't we pick up this signal earlier?
Kim: This isn't one of the standard frequencies we monitor. Messages on this channel only travel at the speed of light. Too slow for interstellar communications.
Paris: Course laid in, Captain.
Janeway: Warp six. engage.
Crewman: I'll run a diagnostic check, sir.
Janeway: Bring us out of warp. Full scan, Mister Kim.
Kim: The SOS signal is coming from the third planet. It's class L, oxygen argon atmosphere.
Janeway: Any life signs?
Kim: There's a great deal of trinimbic interference in the upper atmosphere. I can't get a clear reading of the surface.
Chakotay: Can you pin point the coordinates of the distress call?
Kim: Yes, here it is. It's coming from a continent in the northern hemisphere.
Chakotay: We won't be able to transport through this kind of interference. I might be able to take an away team in a shuttlecraft.
Tuvok: That would not be wise, Commander, as the atmosphere is charged with trinimbic turbulence. A shuttlecraft could not safely navigate the currents.
Janeway: We could land the ship.
Chakotay: Are you sure that's necessary?
Janeway: Someone on this planet is sending out a distress call.
Chakotay: If that someone is as old as the truck in the cargo bay, they're long dead by now. This might be an automated distress call.
Janeway: Possibly. But something brought that truck half way across the galaxy, and that something might be down on that planet.
Chakotay: And if it brought the truck here, it might be able to take us home too.
Janeway: I'd say it's worth a look. Mister Paris, prepare the ship for landing.
Paris: Captain, I think I should tell you I've never actually landed a starship before.
Janeway: That's all right, Lieutenant, neither have I. Bridge to Engineering. We're going to land the ship, Miss Torres. Take the warp core offline, vent all plasma from the nacelles and standby to engage atmospheric thrusters.
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Tuvok: This is Lieutenant Tuvok to all decks. We are preparing to land the ship. Go to blue alert and report to code blue stations.
Paris: I've plotted a descent course. How close do you want to land to the distress coordinates?
Janeway: No closer than two kilometers.
Paris: Okay. Atmospheric controls at standby. Landing mechanisms online. Inertial dampers at maximum.
Tuvok: All decks report condition blue, Captain.
Janeway: Put her down, Mister Paris.
Janeway: Status.
Paris: We're on the glide trajectory. Altitude one hundred kilometers, speed ten thousand kph. Encountering some trinimbic turbulence. Compensating.
Kim: We have an EM discharge in the lateral relays. I'm rerouting the ODN conduit.
Paris: Come on.
Kim: Another EM discharge. I think we're all right. though.
Paris: Twenty kilometers to the landing site. We should be able to see it now.
Janeway: Extend landing struts. Prepare to release inertial dampers and adjust them to match the planet's gravity.
Paris: Landing struts down and locked.
Kim: Standing by environmental controls.
Paris: Here we go.
Paris: Disengaging engines, securing thrusters exhaust. We're down.
Janeway: Not bad, for a beginner.
Janeway: Nice day.
Kim: I've locked onto the distress signal. It's one point five kilometers on a bearing of two four six.
Chakotay: Wait a second, I've got something else. There's a high concentration of trianium particles bearing two two five, a little over a kilometer away. Looks like some kind of power source.
Janeway: Two teams. Chakotay, yours investigates the power source. Tuvok, Kim, you're with me.
Janeway: My god.
Tuvok: The metal is an aluminum alloy. It appears to be an ancient Earth aircraft.
Kim: The SOS call is coming from inside.
Kim: I've found the AM transmitter. From what I can tell, it's sending out an automated SOS.
Janeway: What about the power source? Somehow I find it hard to believe the battery on this aircraft has been running for four hundred years.
Kim: I don't recognize the power signature. Hold on, Captain, I've found what appears to be an alien fusion based generator. It's hooked up to the AM transmitter.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Janeway.
Janeway: Go ahead, Commander.
Chakotay: We've located the source
Chakotay: Of the trianium readings. It appears to be some sort of mine shaft. I'd like to bring out another security detachment before we go inside.
Janeway: Good idea.
Janeway: Good idea. I'll join you. Janeway out. I want the two of you to analyze the alien generator. Then see what you can find out about this SOS call.
Torres: I'm picking up something directly ahead. Some kind of power signature, fusion based.
Torres: This looks like some kind of cryostasis chamber.
Janeway: How many bodies are there?
Torres: Eight. And the equipment is still functioning.
Janeway: He's human. And from the clothes I'd say he's from the same era as the vehicle we found.
Torres: His life sign readings are minimal, but he's alive.
Chakotay: Captain, according to these readings there are five other cryostasis chambers nearby. No life signs in any of them. This appears to be the only one with people inside.
Torres: There's another male over here.
Janeway: This one's a female. She's wearing some sort of leather jacket and a pair of gold wings. Wait, there's a name tag here. I think it's A period E A R H A R T. Earhart. A Earhart. Amelia Earhart!
Kim: Who's Amelia Earhart?
Janeway: She was one of the first female pilots in Earth History. In the mid twentieth century she became quite famous for flying across the Atlantic Ocean. In 1937 she attempted to fly around the world. According to the records of the time, on July 2nd 1937 Earhart and her navigator, Fred Noonan, took off from New Guinea and they were headed east, around the Equator. But somewhere in the South Seas they vanished and their disappearance became one of the most celebrated mysteries of the twentieth century.
Paris: Why didn't they think she'd just crashed?
Janeway: That was the most commonly held theory. However, numerous searches of the area failed to produce the wreckage of an aircraft, so people began to speculate. Some thought she'd been shot down and captured by the Japanese Navy. Others thought that she and Noonan had flown off together on some sort of romantic adventure. Of course, the most ridiculed notion was that she had been abducted by aliens.
Chakotay: Well, it certainly looks like that's what happened. From what we can tell, all eight of the people in that stasis chamber were taken from Earth in the 1930's and brought here.
Kim: The question is, why? And where are the aliens who did this?
Tuvok: Scans of the region show no alien life signs.
Janeway: Continue the scans. They may not be here now, but once they detect our presence, they might return. In the meantime, we'll have to get some answers on our own. Have you had any luck tapping into the computer system in the cryochamber?
Tuvok: Not as of yet. We are having difficulty decoding the operating system.
Paris: There's one way we could find out what happened. We could wake those people up and ask them.
Janeway: I've had the same thought myself.
Torres: Is that wise? We don't know how these people are going to react when they wake up in an alien world in the twenty fourth century.
Janeway: True, but I'm not willing to just leave them in stasis for another four hundred years. And if we can find out how they were brought here, we might be able to use that method to get home. We'll just have to be very careful how we handle this.
Chakotay: I suggest that only human crew members be present when we revive them.
Janeway: Agreed. Mister Kim, I want a complete analysis of those cryostasis tubes. Find a way to deactivate them safely.
Kim: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Commander, apprise the Doctor of our situation. Tell him to instruct Kes in the proper procedure for reviving someone from cryostasis. She can be made to look human easily enough. In the meantime I suggest we all brush up on ancient Earth. We're about to meet a bit of our history.
Paris: We're ready, Captain.
Kim: All the cryo-tubes are linked by a common power source, so we've decided to revive everyone simultaneously.
Janeway: Proceed.
Kim: The power's offline. Deactivate locking mechanisms.
Paris: Captain, this one's armed with some kind of weapon.
Janeway: Disarm him, just to be on the safe side.
Janeway: I know this must be very strange for you.
Noonan: Who are you? What is going on here?
Nogami: I demand you release me immediately.
Janeway: Please, if you'll just listen for a moment, I'll try to explain.
Nogami: You are all speaking Japanese.
Hayes: Sounds to me like you are speaking English.
Janeway: It's because of a device we have. A universal translator. It allows us to talk to each other even though our languages aren't the same.
Amelia: Who are you people?
Hayes: Look, just let us go home. We won't tell anybody.
Noonan: The hell we won't! I'm going to let the world know what you people have done. Do you know who you've kidnapped here? Amelia Earhart. I'm her navigator. This is going to be headline news. You people are in trouble.
Amelia: Fred, let her talk.
Janeway: What I'm going to tell you is going to sound hard to believe. Even preposterous. We think you were abducted from Earth in the 1930's and brought millions of miles through space to a planet on the other side of the galaxy. You were put into a kind of deep sleep for a very long time. It's not the 1930's any more. The year is 2371, over four hundred years from the time you were abducted.
Amelia: You must think we are awfully gullible.
Janeway: Tell me, what's the last thing you remember before waking up here?
Amelia: We were over the Pacific, running low on gas. We were looking for an atoll to set down. We tried to send out an SOS and suddenly there was this huge light in back of us. And the plane stopped, dead. And then it started moving backward towards the light. I must have blacked out. And I woke up here, just now.
Hayes: That's just the way it was with me! I was in my truck heading into town. I was just about to get onto the blacktop, when this big light come down from the sky. Just about blinded me. Next thing I know the whole truck is lifted up off the ground.
Janeway: I believe what happened was that you were abducted by aliens, and if we can find out how they got you here, we might all be able to get back to Earth.
Noonan: I want some real answers, now.
Janeway: I assure you, I am telling the truth.
Noonan: You! Come on down here and get those funny looking guns of theirs.
Noonan: You, get over there with the others.
Amelia: What is this?
Kes: It's a medical device. I'm just trying to make sure that everyone is all right.
Noonan: Now, how do we get out of here?
Chakotay: Chakotay to away team.
Janeway: Janeway here.
Chakotay: Captain, I'm picking up some energy displacements
Chakotay: On the surface. I think it might be alien humanoids. It looks like they're using some kind of deflection system to trick our sensors.
Chakotay: I think you'd better get up here.
Noonan: Who's that talking?
Janeway: That's Commander Chakotay, on our ship.
Noonan: Commander, huh? Okay, now hear this, Commander.
Noonan: There's a gun pointed at the lady's head right now, so you call Washington
Noonan: And you tell them we're holding your people prisoner, and they're not going anywhere until I personally talk to J Edgar Hoover. You've got one hour.
Chakotay: Captain?
Janeway: It seems we're being held hostage, Commander. I suggest you pay attention to what the gentleman says.
Chakotay: I understand.
Chakotay: Chakotay out.
Tuvok: All security personnel report to the cargo bay immediately.
Amelia: The compass isn't working.
Janeway: I know what we've told you sounds hard to believe, but there was a time when no one believed that a woman could fly across the Atlantic. Now, people are able to travel between the stars. The galaxy is full of many different species. For instance, this young woman isn't human, she's an Ocampa.
Amelia: I've been on expeditions all over the world, and I've seen people do all kinds of strange things to their bodies. That doesn't mean that Martians have invaded Earth.
Kim: Actually it was the other way around. Mars was colonized by people from Earth in 2103.
Noonan: That's enough! All of you just go over there and sit down and keep quiet.
Chakotay: The trinimbic interference has affected the transporter's targeting scanners. We can't beam into the chamber so we'll have to go on foot.
Tuvok: We will deploy throughout the caves, sealing off any exit from the chamber.
Chakotay: Let's go.
Amelia: Now is probably not the best time for that, Fred.
Noonan: Just a little pick me up.
Paris: He's had a few nips from that flask, Captain. We could probably rush him, get the gun.
Janeway: Let me try to talk to Earhart first. She seems reasonable. Maybe I can get through to her. Miss Earhart?
Janeway: I want you to know you've always been an inspiration to me. Because of you, generations of women have become pilots.
Amelia: Generations. What's your name?
Janeway: Kathryn Janeway.
Amelia: I heard the Commander call you Captain. What exactly do you captain?
Janeway: The Federation Starship Voyager.
Amelia: Starship. That supposed to mean it flies through space?
Janeway: That's right.
Amelia: That isn't possible. Only in books. H G Wells, Jules Verne.
Janeway: Maybe if you saw it you'd think otherwise.
Amelia: Saw it? Where is it?
Janeway: On the surface. We're actually about a hundred meters underground now. If you'd come with me to see Voyager, you'd realize that what we're telling you is true.
Amelia: And risk a trap? No, you could have hundreds of reinforcements up there.
Janeway: I assure you, we have no interest in harming you. We took you out of stasis to help you.
Amelia: Put yourself in my shoes, Captain. If you were me, would you believe your story?
Janeway: Maybe not. Let me tell you some of what happened after you disappeared over the Pacific. No trace of you or your plane was ever found, in spite of a massive search. Over the years there was a lot of speculation about your flight, including the rumor that it was financed by the Government and may have been part of an operation to gather information about the Japanese.
Amelia: Where did you hear that?
Janeway: It's somewhat common knowledge. You see, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor in 1941, drawing the United States into a massive world war. In retrospect, your journey was seen in a different light, perhaps as part of an intelligence mission devised by a Government deeply concerned about Japanese war plans.
Amelia: No one was supposed to know about that.
Janeway: Maybe not in 1937, but now it's part of history.
Noonan: Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we stick them in these things? Put them to sleep like we were. No fuss, no trouble.
Janeway: Mister Noonan, that will accomplish nothing. Please, let us take you to our ship. You'll see that everything we've told you is true.
Noonan: Show me how to operate this thing.
Amelia: Hey! Last time I looked, you were working for me. And I think we should listen to these people. They just may be telling the truth. What's the harm in seeing if maybe they do have this starship? Beats being cooped up in here trying to figure out what happened. How about it? Anyone want to come along?
Hayes: I wouldn't mind taking a look.
Janeway: Anyone else?
Noonan: You're not leaving me behind.
Paris: Kes and I'll stay with the others, Captain.
Janeway: It'll take about ten minutes to get to the surface. Stay close to us. Mister Kim.
Chakotay: What is it?
Tuvok: I am reading energy displacements again. Possibly alien lifesigns. Two hundred meters ahead.
Tuvok: They may be up there.
Chakotay: Take cover!
Crewwoman: Get down!
Janeway: This way.
Hayes: What's all that racket?
Janeway: Take cover!
Noonan: I told you it was a trick!
Amelia: Fred!
Janeway: Janeway to Chakotay.
Chakotay: I'm here, Captain. We're pinned down.
Janeway: I can see you from here. Lay down phaser fire. I'm going to circle around to your left, try to come at them from the rear.
Chakotay: Right!
Chakotay: Chakotay to Voyager.
Torres: Torres here, Commander.
Chakotay: Can you give us some help down here?
Torres: I don't think so.
Torres: The targeting scanners are still useless. I can't risk laying down weapons fire if I don't know where it's going.
Chakotay: Keep trying to get them online.
Torres: Aye, Commander.
Janeway: Hold your fire. Drop your weapons. Turn around slowly.
Evansville: You're not Briori.
Janeway: No, I'm human.
Evansville: Human?
Evansville: We're human. You're working for the Briori. They have ships like yours.
Janeway: I'll answer any questions you have, but first we must take care of our wounded. Can we agree to end this?
Evansville: Yes.
Janeway: I'm Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.
Evansville: John Evansville. This is my colleague, Karen Berlin.
Emh: Severe trauma to the thoracic cavity, lacerated carotid artery.
Amelia: He's not going to make it.
Emh: I wouldn't be so sure of that. Vascular regenerator. Hmm. He's not responding to the treatment. The alcohol level in his blood is so high it's inhibiting the repair to his circulatory system. Attempting to compensate.
Amelia: Told you your drinking'd kill you one day.
Noonan: She's right, Doc. Just let me die in peace. There's just one thing I want to say to you first, even though it's four hundred years late. Amelia, I love you.
Amelia: Fred. You never said anything.
Noonan: You're married, or you were. I guess he's dead now. I just wanted you to know before I, before I met my maker.
Emh: There, that should do it.
Noonan: Do what?
Emh: You're healed.
Noonan: You mean I'm not going to die?
Emh: Aside from a hangover, you're going to be fine.
Noonan: Oh, Amelia, you got to forget what I just told you. Promise me.
Amelia: Fred, I already have.
Evansville: You've taken the 37s. Why?
Janeway: I'm afraid I don't understand.
Evansville: You went into the shrine. You stole the 37s from the sacred altars, and you disturbed the radio signal that we have been so careful to preserve.
Chakotay: Captain, I think he's talking about Earhart and the others.
Janeway: Tell me more about the 37s? Are you one of them?
Evansville: I'm one of their descendants. The 37s were brought here over fifteen generations ago by the Briori.
Chakotay: Who are the Briori?
Evansville: They're an alien race. They abducted over three hundred people from Earth in the year 1937, brought them over here, turned them into slaves. But those slaves revolted, killed the Briori, took their weapons and their technology and survived. And now there are over one hundred thousand of us. The Briori never came back. Now, you answer me. Why did you steal the remaining 37s from the shrine?
Janeway: We didn't steal them. We simply revived them.
Evansville: Revived them? They're dead.
Janeway: No, they were simply in a state of what we call cryostasis. That's a form of sleep that appears very much like death.
Evansville: Do you mean they're alive?
Janeway: Yes.
Evansville: My people have come to regard the 37s as monuments to our ancestors. Nobody has even entered their shrine for generations.
Janeway: Mister Evansville, we were hoping to find the ship that brought your ancestors here. Possibly use it to get back to Earth a little faster.
Evansville: I'm sorry, the Briori ship was destroyed in the slave revolt. There's nothing left. Captain, I'm sorry to hear about your long journey home, but you should know that life on this planet is good. We live in three beautiful cities only fifty miles from here.
Janeway: Oh, I'd like to see your cities.
Evansville: And I'd like to show them to you.
Amelia: How fast?
Paris: Warp nine point nine. In your terms, that's about four billion miles a second.
Amelia: Think I could take her out for a spin?
Paris: Well, er
Janeway: Mister Evansville has offered to take us on a tour of the settlement. He's extended the invitation to the entire crew, and the 37s, of course.
Evansville: You, you're a 37?
Amelia: I guess you could call me that.
Evansville: It would be an honor to show you our cities.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 48975.1. Evansville wasn't exaggerating when he said they have a lot to be proud of here. It was an amazing experience, but it's left me a little disturbed.
Janeway: Come in.
Chakotay: Here's the damage report you asked for.
Janeway: Thank you.
Chakotay: Is something wrong, Captain? You've seemed a little distracted ever since we came back from the cities. Weren't you impressed?
Janeway: A little too impressed.
Chakotay: What do you mean?
Janeway: There's a thriving, sophisticated culture on this planet. Of human beings. In someways walking around those cities was almost like being back on Earth.
Chakotay: It was a little eerie. It reminded me of home, too.
Janeway: Evansville has offered to let any of our crew stay.
Chakotay: What will you do about that?
Janeway: Maybe this is one of those decisions that the captain has to make for the entire ship.
Chakotay: You may have a problem if a lot of people want to stay.
Janeway: I know that, but at the same time I can't take a vote every time there's a major decision to be made. And yet, we're a long way from Starfleet, and a lot of the rules and regulations I've learnt to uphold seem distant as well. Am I the only one who's so intent on getting home? Is it just me? Am I leading the crew on a forlorn mission with no real hope of success?
Chakotay: You're not alone. I want to get home, too. And there's not a day that goes by when I don't hear someone mention Earth.
Janeway: The people here have built a new Earth. We could stay, help them build a human civilization in the Delta Quadrant. Isn't that an exciting prospect? Shouldn't we be grateful for the opportunity they're giving us?
Chakotay: It is a tempting prospect, but when I hold it up against the prospect of seeing the sun rise over the Arizona desert, or swimming in the Gulf of Mexico on a summers day, there's just no comparison. I want to go home.
Janeway: We have one hundred and fifty two men and women on this ship. What happens if half of them decide to stay on the planet? Could we operate Voyager with seventy five crew members?
Chakotay: I doubt it. In fact I don't think we could operate the ship with fewer than one hundred. If too many of the crew choose to stay behind, we could all be stranded here.
Janeway: Tell all hands to prepare for an announcement from the Captain at fourteen hundred hours. They deserve to make the choice for themselves.
Chakotay: Aye, Captain.
Neelix: Here we are! My research on twentieth century Earth is a little thin, but I've done what I can. Pot roast, green beans and something called Jell-O.
Noonan: You know how to make Jell-O?
Neelix: I even put in fruit cocktail.
Noonan: You don't say.
Hayes: I don't know about the rest of you, but I've made up my mind. There is land here that goes begging, and I could have a big farm, just like I always dreamed.
Neelix: And for you, rice with a little fish. I even replicated some ginger for seasoning.
Nogami: Very nice, thank you.
Noonan: I have to admit, life here looks a lot better than what we left on Earth.
Nogami: It's paradise by comparison. And there are many Japanese here. I could be very happy.
Noonan: We all could. Right?
Amelia: I'm just not sure. What about you, Mister Neelix? Have you made your decision?
Neelix: Oh yes, indeed. I'm staying right here with Captain Janeway. She'd be lost without me. She's come to depend on me a great deal.
Noonan: What about the rest of the crew? Do you think many of them will stay here?
Neelix: Oh, I don't think so. At least, not many. Well, that is, there's a good chance. Well, now that you ask, I honestly don't know.
Torres: You? You'd stay here on the planet?
Kim: I didn't say I was going to, I just said I could understand why people would want to. The people here remind me of home. I haven't felt like that since I left Earth.
Torres: But you're Starfleet. You've always wanted a life in space.
Kim: I know, but, my whole life on a starship, day after day, with no end in sight? That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Torres: You're not the first person I've heard talk like this. A lot of people are thinking about staying.
Kim: What about you? Don't you have some of those feelings?
Torres: I'd be lying if I said I didn't.
Amelia: Captain. I was told I'd find you here. Am I intruding?
Janeway: Not at all. Please join me.
Amelia: I wanted you to know that the group you brought out of stasis, we've all decided to stay here on the planet.
Janeway: I understand.
Amelia: I must admit the thought of traveling through space, maybe even learning to fly this ship, was very appealing to me.
Janeway: And I'd looked forward to getting to know you better. I suspect we have a lot in common.
Amelia: At first I didn't know what to do. We talked about it for quite some time. Finally I realized the people here on this planet are part of us. We're their ancestors in a way. It made us feel close to them.
Janeway: The remarkable thing about the humans on this planet is that they evolved very much like the people on Earth. Tens of thousands of light years apart, both civilizations managed to create a world they could be proud of. One where war and poverty simply don't exist. I certainly can't blame you for wanting to be part of it, any more than I can blame members of my crew if they make the same decision.
Amelia: When will you find out?
Janeway: In half an hour. Any one who wants to stay behind is to report to the cargo bay at fifteen hundred hours.
Chakotay: I expect Jarvin will stay on the planet. In fact, I'd bet on it.
Janeway: Why Jarvin?
Chakotay: He's been more uncomfortable about being on a Starfleet ship than most of the Maquis, and he's gotten involved with a young woman in Quantum Mechanics. I think they'd like to settle down, raise a family.
Janeway: The person I expect to see is Baxter.
Chakotay: Baxter? Walter Baxter?
Janeway: He's adventurous, a risk taker. I can see him wanting to take on the challenge of building a new life on this planet.
Chakotay: I'd hate to loose Baxter. He's a good man.
Janeway: I'd hate to loose Jarvin. I don't want to loose anyone. We've all been through so much together, it just wouldn't seem right. But I couldn't blame anyone, anyone for staying behind. I'm not sure I want to go in.
Chakotay: No matter what happens, we'll make it. Remember that.
Tuvok: Captain on the bridge.
Janeway: All stations prepare for departure. Condition blue, Mister Tuvok. Miss Torres, anti-grav thrusters online.
Torres: Thrusters enabled.
Janeway: Mister Paris, inertial dampers to flight configuration. Impulse drive to stand by.
Paris: Yes, ma'am.
Kim: All stations report ready, Captain.
Janeway: Then lets do it. Take us up.


Scene: First Officer's personal log, stardate 49005.3. The captain has granted me the use of the shuttlecraft so that I may perform the pakra, a solitary ritual commemorating the anniversary of my father's death.
Chakotay: A-koo-chee-moya. I pray on this day of memories to speak to my father, the one whom the wind called Kolopak. Though I am far from his bones, perhaps there is a spirit in these unnamed skies who will find him and honor him with my song. A-koo-chee-moya.
Haliz: There. You see?
Razik: We should teach them the price of displaying their markings in our space.
Haliz: I'll go.
Razik: Let Kar do it this time.
Haliz: He's not ready.
Razik: He thinks he is. He's been demanding a chance for weeks to earn his name.
Haliz: Do you really believe he could do this?
Razik: Can you honestly say you knew you were ready for your first mission, Haliz? Tell him. Tell him today is the day he will finally be called Ogla.
Chakotay: Computer, report.
Computer: The shuttlecraft has sustained phaser fire. Minor damage to aft shields.
Chakotay: Source?
Computer: A Kazon spacecraft closing at one nine five mark six.
Chakotay: Computer, open a channel to the Kazon vessel. This is Commander Chakotay of the Federation Starship Voyager. Why have you fired on me?
Kar: You are in Kazon-Ogla space, Federation.
Chakotay: I wasn't aware of that. I have no hostile intentions. Power down your weapons and I'll leave.
Kar: No one who violates Ogla space leaves.
Chakotay: Look, son, my starship is only a few light years away.
Kar: I am not your son, Federation. I am your executioner.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Kazon vessel. Listen carefully. I do not want a fight. Stand down or I'll be forced to return fire.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Kazon vessel. I've established a direct weapons lock on your engine core. This is my final warning. If you don't stand down, I will destroy your ship.
Chakotay: All right, if that's the way you want to play it.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Kazon vessel. Do you read me? Computer, are there any life signs inside the Kazon vessel?
Computer: Affirmative. One life sign.
Chakotay: Kazon ship, your engine core is critical. You have less than thirty seconds to evacuate. Do you read me? If you have an escape pod, you must eject now. Computer, establish a transporter lock on the lifeform.
Computer: Acknowledged. Targeting scanners.
Chakotay: Prepare to beam him aboard.
Computer: Scanners locked.
Chakotay: Energize.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Voyager. Chakotay to Voyager. Computer, damage report.
Computer: Long-range communications, lateral sensor array and aft shields are offline.
Chakotay: Great! Welcome aboard.
Neelix: It's not that I feel that I'm not making contributions as chef and morale officer.
Janeway: You're making significant contributions, Neelix.
Neelix: Well, if you insist, but
Janeway: I can't imagine how Lieutenant Ayala would be handling the separation from his children without you.
Neelix: He misses his boys terribly. I wish I could do more for him.
Janeway: And your meals are getting to be
Neelix: Yes?
Janeway: Almost certainly a highlight of every day.
Neelix: Oh, Captain. You always know how to touch one's heart. Thank you. When I signed on, I promised you that, I promised you that I would stand by your side through every danger this quadrant has to offer, as guide, as strategist, as explorer, as adventurer.
Janeway: Yes?
Neelix: I feel underutilized. I can swashbuckle with the best of them.
Janeway: You weren't invited to the holodeck defense simulations, were you?
Neelix: No.
Tuvok: Captain, you are needed on the bridge.
Janeway: On my way. I'll see to it you're invited next time. And now, Mister Neelix, please, join me on the bridge.
Neelix: Yes, sir. Ma'am. Captain.
Tuvok: We are ready to depart. However, Commander Chakotay has still not returned.
Janeway: Have you tried hailing him?
Kim: On all frequencies. No response.
Janeway: When was the last time we heard from him?
Tuvok: More than six hours ago.
Janeway: Well, according to his flight plan, he's not far. We'll just have to go get him. I want all away teams back on board now. Mister Paris, plot a course for Chakotay's last known coordinates.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Kar: What am I doing here?
Chakotay: You're welcome.
Kar: What?
Chakotay: It's a human expression. You thank me for saving your life, I say, you're welcome. I accept your surrender. Look, I promise you, as soon as we get back to Voyager, we'll find a Kazon ship and hand you over to them.
Kar: You should've let me die.
Chakotay: I'm not in the habit of killing children.
Computer: Warning. Alien vessel approaching at zero two two mark eight.
Chakotay: What's your name, son?
Kar: What?
Chakotay: Your name.
Kar: Why do you want to know my name?
Chakotay: I want to let them know you're on board.
Kar: I'm called Kar.
Chakotay: Computer, open a channel. Kazon vessel, I have a young man on board you might know. He goes by the name of Kar. I'd say he's about thirteen. I'd like to arrange for his transfer before I return to my ship. Computer, confirm channel is open.
Computer: Confirmed. Transmission has been received.
Chakotay: Talk to them. Tell them you're okay.
Computer: Warning. Kazon vessel has engaged a tractor beam.
Chakotay: Full reverse.
Computer: Unable to comply. Tractor force exceeds available engine power.
Chakotay: They're pulling us in.
Kar: Kill me. Please.
Chakotay: Why are you so eager for me to kill you?
Kar: Because there are worse things than being killed by your enemy.
Chakotay: Look. If you check your long-range sensors, you'll find a big ship out there. It's called Voyager, and by now it's on its way to find me.
Haliz: Kar, I told Razik you weren't ready.
Chakotay: I have a fair idea why I'm here, but why are they doing this to you?
Kar: I was ready, Haliz, ready to kill or die. I felt the flames touch my skin.
Haliz: Go back in, Kar.
Kar: It was this fool, this Federation, who doesn't even have the courage to kill his enemies. He pulled me out with that transporter we've heard about. Like the Nistrim and the Relora before you, you come into our space, showing off your uniforms and displaying the markings of your Federation with no respect, as if you own this part of space. But it belongs to us! I tried to kill him, Haliz.
Kar: I want to see Razik. Tell Razik I demand to see him.
Chakotay: Who's Razik? You tell this Razik that Federation Commander Chakotay demands to see him.
Kar: What are you doing?
Chakotay: Razik is obviously your leader. I'm hoping if he's strong enough to be in command, he's wise enough to listen to reason.
Kar: You see this? This is debris from a Nistrim frigate. The man you are demanding to see destroyed it, killing more than one hundred in a single shot. Before that, his name was only Ra. Now he is called Jal Razik. And this tunic belonged to a Relora warrior. He was killed by the bare hands of another Ogla, called only Hali. Now that man is called Jal Haliz, one of our greatest fighters. And this bracelet belonged to the man who killed my brother, my brother, Jal Kanal, who earned his Ogla name by dying bravely in battle. But I, I will never earn my name in life or in death, and I have you to thank for that.
Paris: We're approaching Chakotay's last known coordinates, Captain.
Janeway: All stop. Full sensor scan, Mister Kim.
Kim: Picking up floating debris composed of duranium, magnesite and electroceramics. Also heavy traces of carbon residue.
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering. Prepare to receive debris samples for analysis.
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Kim: Transport complete.
Tuvok: Captain, I am detecting an ion trail leading away from this location.
Janeway: Chakotay's shuttle.
Tuvok: The signature of the radiation is not consistent with Federation propulsion systems.
Paris: So what are we saying here? That someone blew up Chakotay's shuttle and then took off?
Janeway: That's speculation, Mister Paris, but that trail's the only clue we have to Chakotay's whereabouts.
Paris: Laying in a course.
Janeway: Engage.
Razik: Hello, Kar. I never thought I would see you like this.
Kar: It was not my fault. It was his technology!
Razik: Don't make excuses, Kar. An Ogla has no room for excuses.
Kar: No. No excuses.
Razik: I forgive you. Know that in your heart.
Kar: No. Please.
Razik: You will eat at my right hand tonight. Why did you save him? It's a very ineffective way of waging war.
Chakotay: I'm not at war with you.
Razik: I wish I could say the same.
Chakotay: We're not familiar with this part of space. If I'd seen a map identifying this as Kazon-Ogla territory, I wouldn't have been anywhere near it.
Razik: Unfortunately, our territorial claims change every day. Maps do not serve us well. You did him a great disservice, you know.
Chakotay: I guess if he had killed me, my uniform would've made you all a fine trophy.
Razik: Your uniform may yet decorate our wall. You may not think you're at war with us, Federation Commander Chakotay, but everything you are is a threat to us. The Kazon fought long and hard for their independence from uniforms like yours.
Chakotay: Uniforms maybe, but not like mine.
Razik: Your uniforms, your laws, your technology. You are not welcome here. Get him something to eat. The execution is tonight.
Janeway: Well?
Torres: Most of the debris we've examined is composed of a polyduranide alloy which isn't used in the construction of Federation spacecraft.
Janeway: So it wasn't Chakotay's shuttle that was destroyed?
Torres: This ship was Kazon.
Chakotay: You get them involved young, Haliz.
Haliz: As soon as they're old enough to protect their younger siblings.
Chakotay: So they brought you here to see your first human. Take a good look. You won't see any hate in my eyes. I'm a gentle man from a gentle people who wish you no harm.
Razik: That's enough!
Chakotay: I know you'd like them to hate me, Razik, but I want their first impression of humans to be a good one.
Razik: You've been brought here to learn what it means to be a Kazon male. You all know Kar. You've learned to fight together, haven't you? Kar was sent to kill this man to earn his Ogla name. But Kar failed, and will not earn his name even in death. Who would be willing to kill the human?
Razik: So much for first impressions, Federation. I'm proud of you. Each will get your chance someday. But that's not what we're here for today. We are here to learn the price of failure in battle. Razik holds the weapon out to Chakotay.)
Razik: Take it.
Chakotay: What for?
Razik: So that you can kill Kar, as you should have done in battle.
Chakotay: You want me to kill a child in front of other children? What would it accomplish?
Razik: It will teach these little boys an important lesson. And after you do that, you'll be free to go. You may think I want your friend Kar to die but you'd be wrong. I've seen too many Ogla die at the hands of our enemies. That is why you must learn there are no second chances in battle. That is why Kar must die.
Chakotay: If I refuse?
Chakotay: I'll be needing my shuttle back.
Haliz: Do you really think you can escape us in that little vessel of yours?
Chakotay: That's a chance I'm willing to take. What about you?
Razik: Let the coward run. Prepare his shuttle.
Chakotay: Want to come? There doesn't seem to be much of a future for you here.
Haliz: He'd rather die than run like a Calogan dog with you, Federation.
Kar: If I stay here, I'll die without a name. And Razik taught me only cowards die without a name.
Razik: You won't find your name running after the Federation, Kar.
Kar: Maybe not, but that's a chance I'm willing to take. I'll show you how to disable the weapons systems.
Kar: Will Razik be all right?
Chakotay: Don't worry, he's only stunned.
Chakotay: It didn't take them long to get those weapons back online, did it? Computer, prepare to go to warp.
Kar: No! Their ship is much clumsier at lower speeds. We should try to outmaneuver them.
Chakotay: You're the boss. Initiate evasive pattern theta two. Full impulse.
Kar: I can give you the shield frequencies of their ship. We can hit them back easily.
Chakotay: It may mean something to you to die a violent death, but I'd like to get out of this without killing or being killed.
Kar: You'd rather die in your sleep a wrinkled old man?
Chakotay: Sounds about right. Computer, damage report.
Computer: Aft shields at sixty three percent.
Chakotay: We're not going to make it like this. Computer, scan for an M-class atmosphere.
Computer: There is an M-class moon at bearing one zero eight mark one eight. Distance, one point nine million kilometers.
Kar: That's Tarok, where the Ogla conduct training exercises.
Chakotay: Anybody training there now? Computer, lay in a course to the moon. Evasive pattern omega one. Maximum impulse.
Computer: Warning. Aft shields have been penetrated. Hull breach is imminent.
Chakotay: Computer, prepare for long-range transport. Two to beam to the surface.
Computer: Transport is not recommended. The moon is out of safety range.
Tuvok: Captain, the ion trail is beginning to dissipate.
Janeway: All stop.
Kim: I'm picking up debris again. More duranium, magnesite, carbon residue. It's the remnants of another ship.
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering. Lieutenant Torres, prepare to receive another debris sample.
Torres: Acknowledged.
Kim: Transport under way.
Torres: Torres to Bridge. Sample received.
Janeway: Let me know when you've got something, B'Elanna.
Torres: I've got something
Torres: Right now. It's a piece of Chakotay's shuttle.
Chakotay: Kar.
Kar: It worked?
Chakotay: The computer said that transport wasn't recommended. It didn't say it was impossible. With any luck, Razik will think we didn't survive the explosion. Then maybe you'll get your name for dying in battle.
Kar: In battle? That wasn't a battle. We didn't even shoot back. And now I'm stranded here with you.
Chakotay: Yes, you're stranded here with me, and I'm stranded here with you, because for some reason that escapes me at the moment, I keep saving your life. Now, if you want to hate me for that, fine. But I'd really appreciate it if you kept it to yourself.
Kar: You don't
Chakotay: To yourself! First thing we've got to do is find some shelter and get out of this heat. Any suggestions?
Chakotay: I think we're finally beginning to understand each other.
Kar: You don't know what you're doing.
Chakotay: What did I just say?
Kar: Get down.
Chakotay: What the hell was that?
Kar: A proton beam. They're hidden everywhere, along with biomagnetic traps and disruptor snares.
Chakotay: Charming.
Kar: I told you, the Ogla train on this moon. I was here myself last year with Razik.
Chakotay: So I guess you know your way around.
Kar: I know that you're in my territory. And if you want to live to become that wrinkled old man, you're going to have to do what I say.
Chakotay: Well, it looks like you just saved my life. Twice more and we'll be even.
Emh: I finished analyzing the shuttle debris, and I found no evidence of human remains.
Janeway: Then it's possible Chakotay wasn't killed in the explosion.
Emh: That is correct.
Janeway: That's the first good news I've heard all day. Thank you, Doctor.
Emh: My pleasure. Now, would you mind having someone transport this junk to the Cargo Bay? It's cluttering up my lab.
Janeway: Of course, Doctor. All right, then. If Commander Chakotay wasn't in the shuttle, where is he?
Tuvok: From the dispersal pattern of the debris, we've been able to extrapolate Chakotay's course prior to the explosion. It appears he was heading for an M-class moon in this system.
Kim: And we found a residual energy displacement within the debris field that isn't consistent with the explosion itself.
Janeway: You think he may have transported to that moon?
Tuvok: We tried to scan the surface, but there is intense radiothermic interference.
Janeway: Radiothermic?
Torres: It appears to be coming from subterranean energy sources, several carefully concealed weapons systems, phaser banks, force fields, proton dischargers
Kes: Kazon. When they captured me, I saw how they concealed their weaponry.
Neelix: I believe you call them booby traps.
Janeway: Then this moon is some kind of Kazon fortification?
Kes: Or it may simply be a training site.
Neelix: For the Kazon, live ammunition is a very effective teaching tool.
Janeway: In the absence of evidence to the contrary, I choose to believe Chakotay made it to that moon. Mister Kim, see if you can determine the most probable location he would have beamed to. Lieutenant, you and I will lead the away team.
Tuvok: As you wish, Captain, but I must point out that due to radiothermic interference, we will not be able to communicate with the ship.
Torres: I'm already working on a dampening field to cut through the interference, but it'll take several hours at least.
Janeway: I don't want to wait that long, but keep trying. Neelix, Kes, you're our two Kazon experts. Kes, you'll come with Tuvok and me. Neelix, you said you wanted more to do? Well, now's your chance. I want you on the bridge with Mister Paris in case we run into any Kazon ships.
Neelix: Don't worry, Captain. You can count on me to keep those nefarious Kazon at bay.
Janeway: Dismissed.
Kar: What are you doing?
Chakotay: I'm setting my tricorder to emit a homing signal.
Kar: What for?
Chakotay: So when my people show up, they'll know where to look for me.
Kar: They won't come. They'll think you're dead.
Chakotay: They're very persistent. I'm betting they haven't given up on me.
Kar: Maybe I should kill you, and steal your technology and deliver it to my people. Then they'd have to give me my name.
Chakotay: You just won't give up, will you?
Kar: You won't stop me from earning my name, Federation.
Chakotay: Not Federation. Chakotay. That's my name.
Kar: Did you have to earn it?
Chakotay: No, not exactly.
Kar: Then your name means nothing.
Chakotay: My name was a gift from my tribe. I cherish it every day of my life, just as I cherish the Federation uniform.
Kar: I should respect you because you wear that uniform?
Chakotay: Your name, my uniform. Not much difference. We both have to earn them.
Kar: What did you have to do to earn your uniform?
Chakotay: Study. Years of study. Learning about science and ships and navigation.
Kar: I suppose they don't expect you to prove your battle skills.
Chakotay: No. They prepared us to defend ourselves in battle. They prepared us very well. And we had to pass many difficult tests before we were given the right to wear the uniform.
Kar: You're saying that my name and your uniform mean the same thing, but you're wrong.
Chakotay: Why? What's so different about us, aside from the fact that I keep saving your life and you keep threatening to kill me?
Kar: I must protect my territory. Territory is power.
Chakotay: Let me tell you something. I have no interest in your territory or anybody else's. My people taught me a man does not own land. He doesn't own anything but the courage and loyalty in his heart. That's where my power comes from. I think we both could use some sleep, don't you?
Kim: I've got a Kazon raider approaching at bearing two eight eight mark nine.
Paris: On screen. Open a channel. I'm Lieutenant Tom Paris of the Starship Voyager.
Razik: Jal Razik, First Maje of the Kazon-Ogla. I will speak to your captain.
Paris: I'm in command right now, so you can speak to me.
Razik: You are trespassing in Ogla space. Why do you orbit our moon?
Paris: Just stopped to make a few repairs. We'll be on our way in no time.
Razik: That is a lie. You are here looking for your Commander Chakotay.
Paris: Now, how would you know about that?
Razik: Quite simply. We killed him.
Paris: Under what circumstances?
Razik: He kidnapped a young man. During his escape, it became necessary to destroy his ship. No doubt you found the remains, so I suggest you depart immediately.
Paris: Thanks for the advice.
Neelix: What a most unusual offer. A Kazon-Ogla Maje allowing a trespasser to leave his space unharmed. What would the other Kazons say about this new merciful attitude of the Ogla?
Razik: Don't tempt me, Talaxian. I would just as soon open fire.
Neelix: Would you?
Paris: Neelix.
Neelix: No, I don't think so. That would attract every rival Kazon sect to your secret training base, wouldn't it? Now, I know your ships, Maje. I even sold a few Plaxan sensors to the Ogla a few years back. I have no doubt that you read the same life signs on that moon that we have.
Haliz: Perhaps one of those life signs belongs to your captain.
Razik: If you've detected the extensive weaponry deployed on the moon, know this. With one remote command, I can cause that weaponry to self-destruct, destroying the surface of the moon and everyone on it.
Neelix: Neither of us wants that, do we? Think of the cost of replacing all those weapons. Awfully hard to come by in this region. And it would make you so vulnerable to your enemies.
Paris: We'll leave as soon as we've retrieved our crewmen, all of them, including Chakotay, if he's alive. And if one of your people is with him, he'll be returned to you.
Kim: They're moving into a lower orbit. Looks like they're intending to enter the atmosphere.
Paris: I need communication with the surface, B'Elanna, and soon.
Torres: I still haven't been able to get the dampening field working. I can't even give you an estimate.
Kim: Shall we take Voyager down?
Paris: I've already run a soil analysis. The surface won't support a landing.
Torres: Then I guess the Captain's going to be greeted by some unexpected visitors.
Neelix: At least we bought her some time.
Chakotay: Good morning. How did you sleep?
Kar: Fine.
Chakotay: Really? You seemed a little restless to me.
Kar: What do you mean?
Chakotay: All that skulking around, throwing things.
Kar: You were awake?
Chakotay: You think I'm going to get much sleep around an Ogla warrior who's threatened to kill me? Why didn't you go through with it?
Kar: I am a coward.
Chakotay: I don't believe that. I don't believe you do either. I think maybe you're beginning to realize I'm not your enemy, and only a fool would kill a friend.
Kar: If you are my friend, then you're my only one. What happens to me now? Where do I go?
Chakotay: Would any other Kazon sect accept you?
Kar: I would be a goven, an outcast. Each Kazon sect I meet would cut one digit off, and send me away.
Chakotay: How many Kazon sects are there?
Kar: It changes every day. Yesterday there were eighteen.
Chakotay: I guess you could come with us.
Kar: To do what, dress in a uniform?
Chakotay: You wouldn't have to wear a uniform.
Kar: And the closer you get to your home, the farther I would be from mine. If only you had killed me.
Tuvok: Captain, four life forms approaching. Forty meters. They appear to be Kazon.
Razik: Please, put your weapons away. We've come to help you.
Janeway: Help us? With what?
Razik: We made contact with your ship and learned of the plight of your missing crewman. We've come to offer our assistance in finding him.
Janeway: That's very kind of you.
Razik: You're walking on very dangerous ground. There are concealed weapons everywhere. Come. We will lead you through them.
Janeway: Very well.
Chakotay: Tell me about the other uniforms, the ones the Kazon fought.
Kar: The Trabe. The Kazon shared their homeworld, if you can call it sharing. They had everything, we had nothing, until we took it from them in the revolt, twenty six years ago.
Kar: What is it?
Chakotay: People coming this way, humans and Kazon.
Kar: What are we going to do?
Chakotay: There's only one way back to the Ogla for you, and that's if you earn your name. So I guess that's what you'll have to do.
Kar: But how?
Chakotay: You're going to have to kill me.
Tuvok: The signal seems to be coming from some caves approximately forty meters ahead.
Razik: Your technology continues to amaze us. It would have taken us weeks to track them. After this is over, we have to discuss an alliance.
Janeway: I would welcome your friendship, Maje.
Kes: Captain Janeway, I'm reading elevated radiothermic levels here.
Razik: The Ocampa female is correct. This is a particularly dangerous place. We lose many trainees here. Perhaps you would prefer if we proceeded alone. They can't be far now.
Janeway: Thanks, but I think we'll stick together.
Paris: Voyager to Away team.
Janeway: We're here, Mister Paris.
Paris: We finally broke through the interference, Captain. Are you all right?
Paris: We had a run-in
Janeway: Everything is fine. We have the assistance of the Ogla.
Paris: That's what I was going to tell you to expect.
Janeway: Can you lock onto Commander Chakotay?
Paris: Stand by.
Paris: Voyager to Chakotay. Do you read?
Chakotay: I'm fine, Paris.
Paris: Stand by for us to beam you out of there.
Chakotay: Belay that, Voyager. Stand by.
Chakotay: According to my readings, the away team's only fifty meters away.
Paris: Right, but don't
Chakotay: And alert Sickbay to prepare for a code white resuscitation.
Paris: Did you say code white?
Chakotay: Correct.
Chakotay: I don't have time to explain now.
Chakotay: Chakotay out.
Chakotay: It'll be all right. Our technology can revive me even if I'm brain dead for two minutes.
Kar: Why are you doing this?
Chakotay: Like you said, it's my fault you don't have your name. I can't leave you behind like this.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Away team.
Janeway: Good to hear your voice, Commander.
Chakotay: Captain, proceed with caution. I've been taken prisoner by a young Kazon. He's threatening to kill me.
Haliz: This way. It's safer.
Tuvok: I would beg to differ. Based on these readings, that way would seem the logical choice.
Razik: I must apologize for my comrade. I believe he's trying to mislead you.
Razik: So, your technology is not always an ally. Sometimes it betrays you. Pity. I'm afraid you would not score well in our training exercises.
Janeway: Away team to Voyager.
Kes: Captain, that panel is a micro-generator.
Janeway: You're right. If we can get a narrow beam through the field, we can disable it.
Tuvok: We could try remodulating the phasers to a higher frequency output.
Janeway: Make it fast.
Kar: I've been waiting for you, Razik.
Razik: So, the Federation Commander is your prisoner.
Kar: I only came with him so I could have another chance to kill him.
Razik: So you could earn your name.
Kar: That's what I've been hoping for, Razik. But you taught me well. I know what you're going to say. You've said it so many times before. In battle, there are no second chances.
Kar: But you are not my enemy, he is.
Kar: My name is Jal Karden, Kazon-Ogla. You are First Maje now, Haliz. My life is yours. Kill me if you wish, or let me live and I will follow you into battle whenever you command.
Haliz: Jal Karden, Kazon-Ogla.
Kazons: Kazon-Ogla.
Kar: The Federation does not belong here. If we meet again, I will not hesitate to kill you.
Chakotay: I understand.
Janeway: Janeway to Voyager. Five to beam up.
Chakotay: A-koo-chee-moya. I pray on this day of memories to speak to my father, the one whom the wind called Kolopak. Father, if you can hear me among these unnamed stars, I ask you to continue to watch over me as you've always done. I ask you also to watch over a boy called Karden, who has a difficult path to travel. A-koo-chee-moya.