Janeway: Report.
Paris: A ship just decloaked off our port stern.
Janeway: Can you identify them?
Kim: They re-cloaked.
Tuvok: That disruptor blast had a Klingon signature.
Janeway: Evasive maneuvers. Hail them.
Tuvok: No response. Port shields are down to fifty percent.
Kim: They've re-cloaked again. Tetryon readings indicate it's a D-Seven Class cruiser.
Paris: D-Seven? They were retired decades ago.
Tuvok: If their technology is antiquated
Chakotay: Perhaps a metaphasic scan might be able to penetrate their cloak.
Janeway: Do it.
Chakotay: Bridge to Astrometrics.
Chakotay: Initiate a metaphasic sweep.
Seven: I've detected a vessel. Transferring the trajectory to tactical.
Tuvok: I have them.
Janeway: Fire phasers.
Morak: Our cloak has failed.
Kohlar: Divert emergency power to shields.
Morak: Forward emitters are offline. The Federation ship is hailing again.
Kohlar: Answer them.
T'Greth: Captain!
Kohlar: It may give us more time to get the cloak back on online. Visual.
Janeway: This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager. Stand down.
Kohlar: We will not surrender to sworn enemies
Kohlar: Of the Klingon Empire.
Janeway: I think there's been a misunderstanding. The Empire signed a peace treaty with the Federation more than eighty years ago. If I'm not mistaken, it's still in effect.
Kohlar: You're lying.
Janeway: I'm not lying. But even if I were your ship is no match for mine. I suggest we discuss this.
Kohlar: What is there to talk about?
Janeway: The treaty, for one thing. I'll give you access to our database show you I'm telling the truth.
Kohlar: Databases can be falsified.
Janeway: I have a Klingon serving aboard this ship.
Kohlar: Impossible.
Janeway: She's my Chief Engineer.
Kohlar: I will meet this Chief Engineer.
Janeway: We'd be honored to have you as our guest.
Janeway: You're safe here. You have my word.
Kohlar: Forgive me if I don't find the word of a human very reassuring.
Janeway: I'd like to know what you're doing in the Delta Quadrant.
Kohlar: I'm not answering any questions until I see the Klingon.
Janeway: Captain Kohlar. Lieutenant Torres, our Chief Engineer.
Kohlar: You're with child.
Torres: That's what the Doctor tells me.
Kohlar: Did you conceive during the holy month of Nay'Poq?
Torres: I have no idea.
Kohlar: It would have been fourteen or fifteen weeks ago.
Torres: That sounds about right, not that it's any of your business.
Kohlar: I must return to my ship.
Tuvok: Aren't you interested in learning about the Treaty?
Chakotay: Here's a copy of the Khitomer Accords.
Kohlar: I must return to my vessel.
Janeway: Not without your assurance that you won't fire on my ship again.
Kohlar: You have my word.
Janeway: Escort Captain Kohlar back to the transporter room.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Torres: What the hell was that about?
Kohlar: It's the truth. T'GRETH?: How can you be certain?
Kohlar: The scrolls say, you will find me after two warring houses make peace. Our people and the Federation, our greatest enem,y are at peace.
T'Greth: So the humans claim. These Accords may be a deception.
Kohlar: The other signs are present. You will know me before I know the world.
Morak: The child is unborn. It does not know the world.
Kohlar: You interpret the scrolls well.
T'Greth: We must verify the evidence.
Kohlar: Your skepticism darkens my heart, T'Greth. What evidence did our ancestors have when they began this journey? Nothing but their faith. Tell the others to prepare. The Day of Separation has arrived.
Kim: Captain, the Klingon ship. Its core is breaching.
Janeway: Red alert. Hail them.
Kohlar: I salute you, Captain. You did more damage to our vessel than my engineer thought.
Janeway: We can send over a team to help you establish a containment field.
Kohlar: There isn't time.
Kim: He's right. Their core is going to breach in less than thirty seconds.
Kohlar: I'm requesting emergency transport.
Tuvok: Captain. Their crew complement is two hundred and four.
Janeway: Erect forcefields around the shuttlebay. Transport them there. Tell your crew to stand by for evacuation.
Kim: Ten seconds.
Chakotay: If we're still too close when their core breaches
Janeway: Go to warp as soon as their crew is aboard.
Kim: Five, four, three.
Tuvok: We have them.
Kohlar: You spared us a dishonorable death.
Tuvok: Sensor logs indicate that the containment failure was not caused by our weapons.
Janeway: You activated a self-destruct sequence.
Kohlar: It was the only way to get us aboard Voyager.
Janeway: Why was that so important?
Kohlar: It's our sacred duty to be here.
Janeway: I don't understand.
Kohlar: More than a hundred years ago, my great-grandfather was part of a sect which believed the Empire had lost its way. They discovered a sacred text. It told them to embark on a journey to a distant region of the galaxy.
Janeway: You've been traveling for four generations?
Kohlar: My people have always known the voyage would be long and difficult, but the scrolls said we would be rewarded.
Janeway: How?
Kohlar: We would find the Kuvah'Magh, the savior of our people. The one who will lead us to a new empire. The scrolls instruct us to follow her wherever she goes.
Janeway: What does any of this have to do with Voyager?
Kohlar: I believe the Kuvah'Magh is the unborn child of B'Elanna Torres.
Torres: You're joking.
Janeway: They take their beliefs very seriously.
Paris: Seriously enough to destroy their own ship?
Kim: Couldn't they have just followed us?
Janeway: Apparently, their sacred text told them to cast off the old ways as soon as they found this Kuvah'Magh.
Tuvok: They saw their vessel as the last vestige of the corrupt Empire.
Paris: I was hoping our daughter would be special, but I never dreamed she'd turn out to be the Klingon messiah.
Torres: This isn't funny. They might be dangerous. I mean, what if they want to hurt the baby?
Chakotay: To them, your baby's sacred. It's unlikely they would do anything to harm her.
Tuvok: Two hundred Klingons pose a significant security threat. I suggest we keep them confined to the shuttlebay until we can find a suitable home for them.
Neelix: There are women and children down there. We can't just lock them up.
Janeway: I agree.
Tuvok: Captain.
Janeway: Assign extra security to every deck and make sure the Klingons know and abide by the rules.
Tuvok: The bridge will have to be off limits. Engineering as well.
Janeway: Keep them out of all restricted areas.
Tuvok: Despite their reverence for Lieutenant Torres, she should be assigned a twenty four hour security detail.
Torres: Just what I need.
Kim: Where are they going to sleep?
Neelix: We'll double up in quarters. I'll ask for volunteers.
Janeway: I know this isn't going to be easy, but until we can find another place for them, we should do our best to make them feel comfortable. Dismissed.
Neelix: Captain, you must try the gagh.
Janeway: I'll pass, thank you. But I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things.
Neelix: Well, I've been studying the Klingon database. They're a fascinating people, very robust. And they certainly seem to appreciate my culinary skills.
Janeway: Looks like everything's running smoothly.
Neelix: Ah, not quite everything. some of the Starfleet people have been complaining about the smell. Personally, I find it appealing. A kind of a musky aroma.
Janeway: Maybe we can adjust the environmental controls to filter out the musk.
Ch'Rega: Thief! Touch my food again and I'll kill you.
Kim: Okay, everybody relax.
Ch'Rega: He took gagh from my plate.
Neelix: If you don't mind, Ensign, I've been studying Klingon etiquette. You shouldn't quarrel over food. Save your strength for battle, to fight those who would challenge you.
Kim: Take it easy.
Kim: That's enough!
Ch'Rega: You have a fiery spirit. You will make a worthy mate.
Neelix: What a day. I never met a more ravenous group in my life. I must have served over three hundred meals.
Tuvok: Mister Neelix, may I ask what you're doing here?
Neelix: We're bunkmates.
Tuvok: There must be some mistake.
Neelix: No, there's no mistake. I gave up my quarters to a Klingon family. By the time I checked with Commander Chakotay, you were the only one who hadn't been paired up.
Tuvok: You should have consulted me.
Neelix: We're such close friends, I knew you wouldn't mind.
Tuvok: Mister Neelix, as much as I enjoy your company, I prefer solitude in my own quarters.
Neelix: You don't really want me to go back there and tell that family to get out, do you? Good. Because I promise you we're going to have fun, Mister Vulcan. I learned some Klingon drinking songs. I'll teach them to you. 'ej HumtaH 'ej DechtaH 'Iw'ej Doq SodTah ghoSpa' Sqral bIQtiQ.
Paris: Paris to Torres.
Torres: I'm almost finished.
Paris: You said that an hour ago.
Torres: I'll be there in a minute, I promise. Torres out. Keep an eye on the replicators, they've already gone down once today.
Klingons: It's her.
Paris: When you said be there in a minute, you weren't kidding.
Torres: A group of Klingons ambushed me outside of Engineering. I decided transporting myself would be easier than running the gauntlet. I'm starting to feel like a prisoner.
Paris: Well, at least you have a handsome cellmate.
Torres: How long do you think they're going to be on board?
Paris: I thought you'd be glad to have other Klingons around. You've always told me how uncomfortable it is being the only one.
Torres: I guess I should be careful what I wish for.
Paris: Maybe you should talk to some of them. Give them a chance.
Paris: Come in.
Torres: Captain.
Janeway: I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help. Ten of the Klingons have started a hunger strike. They say they won't eat until you agree to meet with their Council of Elders.
Torres: That's ridiculous.
Janeway: Their faith is obviously very important to them.
Torres: They think I'm something I'm not.
Janeway: Just talk to them. Hear what they have to say.
Paris: We could be with these people for a while. You can't avoid them forever.
Torres: I can try.
Paris: If it'll make you feel any better, I'll go with you.
Klingons: Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh.
Kohlar: You honor us with your presence.
T'Greth: Look at her ridges. Morak was right. Your blood is not pure.
Torres: No, my father was human.
T'Greth: Couldn't you see this for yourself?
Kohlar: Yes, but
T'Greth: Why didn't you tell us?
Kohlar: It wasn't important.
T'Greth: Not important? We destroyed our ship because you said she was the mother of the Kuvah'Magh.
Kohlar: Show me where it's written that the Kuvah'Magh must have pure Klingon blood.
T'Greth: The Prophecy wouldn't lead us to a mongrel child.
Paris: Hey, take it easy.
T'Greth: Who are you?
Paris: The father of that mongrel child.
T'Greth: More human blood. Your Kuvah'Magh isn't even half-Klingon.
Kohlar: I've spent my life interpreting the scroll,s and I say that all the signs of the Prophecy are here.
T'Greth: Liar. You've led us to a false savior.
Torres: I told you this was a mistake.
Kohlar: Lieutenant, I need your help.
Torres: Any more help from me and you're going to have a holy war on your hands.
Kohlar: That's what I'm trying to prevent.
Torres: My baby's just a baby. She's not a savior.
Kohlar: Perhaps you're right. But we must convince my people that she is.
Janeway: Why?
Kohlar: We've traveled more than thirty thousand light years in search of this savior, and in more than one hundred years we've found nothing except hardship and isolation. When I saw Lieutenant Torres, that she was with child, I didn't know if I was looking at the mother of the Kuvah'Magh or not. But I did know I was looking at an opportunity to end this wasteful journey.
Paris: Then you don't believe in the Prophecy?
Kohlar: What I believe is that my people have suffered enough. If they accept your child as the Kuvah'Magh you'll hold great influence over them. We can find a suitable planet. You can tell them it's their new home and they'll follow you there.
Torres: I'm not going to lie to them.
Kohlar: What's the alternative? My people staying aboard your ship draining your resources?
Janeway: I agree with Lieutenant Torres. I'm not comfortable deceiving your people.
Kohlar: Perhaps you won't have to lie to them to convince them.
Torres: What are you suggesting?
Kohlar: If you study the scrolls with me, we may be able to interpret them in way that appears consistent with the events of your life. Then we'll bring those consistencies to the attention of the Council.
Paris: So you just want to stretch the truth a little.
Kohlar: It is possible that the sacred scrolls were scrawled by a madman in a cave. Or perhaps they really were divinely inspired. Either way, they've guided us for over a century. If my people start to believe that the sacred scrolls have led them astray, there may be violence.
Janeway: Is that a threat?
Kohlar: Merely a fact. You're doing everything you can to get your people home, Captain. That's all I'm doing for mine.
Torres: It says the Kuvah'Magh will be descended from a noble house. I don't come from one and I'm pretty sure my husband doesn't, either.
Kohlar: We all have nobility in our blood if we go back far enough.
Torres: So these scrolls can mean anything you want them to.
Kohlar: It is written that the mother of the Kuvah'Magh would be an off-worlder. Weren't you born on a Federation colony?
Torres: A lot of Klingons are born off-world.
Kohlar: It also says that you would have lived a life of solitude, and endured many hardships. That's accurate, isn't it?
Torres: According to this, I'm supposed to have won a glorious victory against an army of ten thousand warriors.
Kohlar: Haven't you?
Torres: We haven't even encountered ten thousand warriors. Unless you include the Borg.
Kohlar: Did you help destroy one of their vessels?
Torres: I suppose.
Kohlar: Couldn't that have been your glorious victory?
Torres: I guess so.
Kohlar: Where are the images of Kahless? Where is your family crest?
Torres: They clashed with the carpet.
Kohlar: Don't you honor any of your people's traditions?
Torres: Not really.
Kohlar: There is one tradition we can honor together.
Torres: What are you doing?
Kohlar: It's midday. Time to remember the sacrifice of our ancestors. Haven't you made a plea for the dead before?
Torres: Not since I was a child.
Kohlar: The dead can't rest in Sto-Vo-Kor if the living don't honor their memory. Perhaps there's someone I can honor on your behalf. Who did you plead for as a child?
Torres: My grandmother.
Kohlar: She was called?
Torres: L'Naan.
Kohlar: Kahless, we implore you to remember those warriors who have fallen in your name. Lift them out of the Cavern of Despair and reveal yourself to them in all your glory.
Torres: Right, in all your glory.
Kohlar: Remember Kolax, son of Amar. Remember Talij, daughter of K'Rene.
Torres: Remember L'Naan, daughter of Krelik.
Emh: What happened to you?
Kim: I cut myself shaving.
Emh: Is that a bite mark?
Kim: One of the Klingons attacked me.
Emh: Did you do something to provoke him?
Kim: Not him, her. And she wasn't provoked. She was aroused.
Emh: Ah. I'm not surprised. I've studied the section on Klingon mating rituals in their cultural database.
Kim: Then maybe you can tell me how to convince a female twice my size that I'm not interested.
Emh: Hmm. You probably can't.
Kim: Great.
Emh: As I understand it, you have two options. Kill her, or mate with her. Since the first option is clearly unacceptable.
Kim: What's this?
Emh: Authorisation for you to engage in intimate relations with a member of an alien species. Be sure to get the Captain's approval as well. Chief Engineer's personal log, stardate 54518.2. I've spent the last two days reviewing the sacred scrolls in preparation for my appearance before the Klingon council. Kohlar also suggested I prepare a few colorful stories to help win them over.
Torres: That's when they beamed aboard the Flyer, weapons firing. Tuvok and Neelix fought valiantly, but there were too many Hirogen. I had to face ten of their fiercest Hunters alone.
Paris: Is that how you remember it?
Torres: took them down two at a time, but they kept coming.
Neelix: Exaggeration is part of Klingon custom. She's doing great.
Torres: I had my phaser shot out of my hand, forcing me to take down the last Hunter in hand-to-hand combat. It was a glorious fight!
Kohlar: Your ancestors would be honored.
T'Greth: You tell a good story, but that's not why you're here. Some say you are the mother of the Kuvah'Magh, the one who will guide us to a new homeworld. Has your unborn child told you where it is?
Torres: The scrolls say, you will follow in my footsteps before I have made them. Yesterday we changed course toward a planet very much like Kronos. So in a manner of speaking, you are now following my child to a new home.
T'Greth: You deliver the words we want to hear, but it's Kohlar who gives them to you. Are you his puppet in the bedchamber as well?
Paris: Watch it. That's my wife you're talking about.
T'Greth: He speaks. I didn't think you had a tongue.
Torres: Leave him out of this.
T'Greth: You see how he hides behind his female? It is also written that the father of the Kuvah'Magh will be an honorable warrior. Would an honorable warrior ever refuse a challenge?
Paris: I haven't refused any challenge.
T'Greth: I haven't made one yet. You and I.
T'Greth: To the death.
Torres: Tom.
Paris: Stay out of this.
Klingon: PetaQ.
Paris: I accept.
Paris: What was I supposed to say?
Torres: How about no?
Paris: They were all watching. There would have been a riot if I refused.
Torres: So you're going to get yourself killed ?
Paris: What makes you so sure I'd lose?
Torres: Oh, please.
Paris: Look, I have no intention of fighting anyone to the death, but wasn't the whole point of this to get them to believe that we are the parents of their savior?
Torres: Captain, this has gone too far. You've got to put a stop to it.
Janeway: I intend to. Mister Tuvok.
Janeway: Gentlemen, I'm afraid Lieutenant Paris had no authority to accept this challenge. There will be no death matches aboard my ship.
T'Greth: I told you this petaQ was not the true father.
Janeway: Lieutenant Paris is perfectly willing to fight you, Mister T'Greth. I'm the one preventing him from doing so.
T'Greth: The father of the Kuvah'Magh wouldn't let a woman speak for him.
Kohlar: T'Greth, there is precedent for an honorable compromise. A non-lethal bout, fought with blunted bat'leths. The victory goes to the first warrior to knock his opponent to the ground three times.
T'Greth: A coward's rules.
Kohlar: Was the Emperor Mur'Eq a coward? He was the one who instituted these rules to insure that his warriors would kill their enemies and not each other.
Janeway: If you agree to these terms I'll allow the match.
T'Greth: I'll see you on the field of battle.
Tuvok: I assume you have a suitable holodeck training program for this, Lieutenant?
Kohlar: He'll be ready. I'll train him myself.
Neelix: Hi.
Kim: Psst! Neelix!
Neelix: Something wrong, Harry?
Kim: Shush. Have you seen her?
Neelix: Who?
Kim: That Klingon woman. The one I got into a scrape with in the mess hall.
Neelix: Officer Ch'Rega.
Kim: That's her.
Neelix: I haven't seen her today.
Kim: She's been following me everywhere.
Neelix: Why?
Kim: She wants to mate.
Neelix: Oh! You're a lucky man. She's a fine specimen of Klingon womanhood.
Kim: I guess it's a matter of taste.
Kim: You never saw me.
Neelix: Wait, I have a better idea.
Kim: Neelix, what the hell are you doing?
Neelix: Play along. I'm taking her off your hands. When I say you're limited to two servings of brak't, that's all you get. Do you understand me, Ensign?
Kim: Yes, sir. Whatever you say.
Neelix: I don't think you do. If I catch you eating more than your share again, I'll cut it out of your belly. Run.
Kim: Excuse me.
Neelix: PetaQ!
Neelix: I didn't think you approved of the competition.
Emh: I don't. I'm here in an official capacity.
Neelix: Well, you do know they're fighting with non-lethal weapons?
Emh: You'd be surprised how much damage a blunt bat'leth can do.
Kohlar: Warriors, assemble!
Torres: Today would be a very bad day to die.
Paris: I'll try to remember that.
Kohlar: Let honor guide you. Tagh.
T'Greth: I see fear in your eyes, human.
Paris: The only Klingon I'm afraid of is my wife after she's worked a double shift.
Kohlar: It's begun.
Emh: What are you talking about?
Kohlar: He's dying.
Emh: Typically, I'm the one to make that kind of prognosis.
Kohlar: It's the nehret. It kills all of us who aren't fortunate enough to die in battle.
Emh: It's a retrovirus that destroys the cells by attacking the cytoplasmic membranes.
Janeway: Shouldn't our bio-filters have detected it when we transported the Klingons aboard?
Emh: This is an insidious virus. It lies dormant, disguising itself as inert genetic material until it inexplicably activates.
Kohlar: The nehret always comes without warning.
Emh: I've reviewed my scans of the other Klingons. They're all carriers.
Janeway: Why didn't you tell us your people had a disease?
Kohlar: We've never thought of it as a disease. It's more like old age.
Janeway: Is it contagious?
Emh: Only to Klingons. If you'd give us some privacy, I'd like to examine Lieutenant Torres.
Janeway: Of course.
Torres: The baby too?
Emh: I'm afraid so.
T'Greth: Why am I here?
Emh: You're ill. You collapsed during the fight.
T'Greth: The nehret.
Torres: Yes. Thank you for telling us. Now my baby and I have it too.
Emh: Where do you think you're going?
T'Greth: To prepare for my journey to Sto-Vo-Kor.
Emh: You should be in Sickbay.
T'Greth: Can you make me well?
Emh: Not at the moment, but
T'Greth: Then don't deny me my tradition.
T'Greth: The child is not the Kuvah'Magh.
Morak: But the father accepted your challenge. He defeated you.
T'Greth: I was defeated by the nehret. B'Elanna Torres and her child will fall victim to it as well.
Morak: Impossible.
T'Greth: They both carry it. She told me herself.
Morak: But the scrolls say the Kuvah'Magh is younger than old age.
T'Greth: And stronger than sickness. She cannot be our savior. We should resume our search.
Morak: Kohlar and many of the others won't agree.
T'Greth: Then we must act alone for the good of our people.
Morak: How?
T'Greth: We'll wait for the right moment, and when it comes we'll seize Voyager.
Seven: We've identified two potential colony sites in the southern hemisphere.
Kohlar: We'll require topographical scans.
Seven: I'll prepare them.
T'Greth: I shouldn't have doubted you. It appears the signs were there all along. I'll join the survey mission.
Kohlar: You're ill, old friend. You should remain here.
T'Greth: I want my final days to be spent in honorable pursuits. Don't ask me to die inside these walls.
Kohlar: We transport in one hour.
Morak: Your transporters are much more sophisticated than ours.
Kim: I've studied Klingon transport systems. The basic technology isn't all that different.
Morak: But you were able to beam our entire crew aboard Voyager at one time.
Kim: We usually don't like to do that for safety reasons, but in a pinch we can expand the buffer capacity.
Morak: These are the targeting scanners?
Kim: Exactly. They work on the same principles as yours.
Torres: You said it was urgent?
Emh: I need to conduct a more detailed bio-scan of your baby.
Torres: She's not sick, is she?
Emh: No. But I may be on to something.
Chakotay: I'll be leading the team going to site A, Kohlar will be in charge of the site B team.
Kim: Good morning, Commander.
Chakotay: Harry.
Tuvok: Phaser fire in transporter room one.
Janeway: Bridge to Chakotay.
Morak: They're on the surface.
T'Greth: Now lock on to the bridge officers.
Morak: They've activated a forcefield around deck one.
T'Greth: Transport the rest of their crew.
Paris: Captain, I'm detecting multiple transports. Some of our people are being beamed down to the surface.
Janeway: Cut power to the transporters.
Paris: I can't.
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering. B'Elanna, respond.
Paris: There's no one in Engineering.
T'Greth: The bridge officers?
Morak: I still can't get a lock.
T'Greth: Can you transport us there?
Morak: I'll try.
Tuvok: Computer, open the transporter room doors. Security override, Tuvok pi alpha.
T'Greth: Grant me a warrior's death, I beg of you.
Janeway: Sorry. No mercy killings on my bridge. Get our people back.
Paris: Yes, ma'am.
T'Greth: Why am I not in Sto-Vo-Kor?
Emh: Because you are healthy as a targ.
T'Greth: The nehret?
Emh: Gone.
Kohlar: We have B'Elanna Torres's child to thank for it.
Emh: The fetus has hybrid stem cells. They contain Klingon and human DNA. I used them to synthesize an antivirus.
T'Greth: The child cured me?
Emh: Well, I was the one who devised the treatment
Janeway: Doctor.
Emh: Yes, of course. The child cured you.
Kohlar: The Kuvah'Magh has healed all of us. She truly is our savior. Captain's log, stardate 54529.8. While we're helping the Klingons into their new home, life aboard Voyager is gradually returning to normal.
Tuvok: Computer, open this door.
Computer: Access to these quarters has been restricted.
Tuvok: On whose authority?
Computer: Neelix.
Tuvok: Mister Neelix, open this door.
Neelix: I'll be there in a minute, Commander. That's, that's my boot.
Tuvok: Computer, security override. Authorisation: Tuvok pi
Neelix: Goodbye, my little par'machkai.
Ch'Rega: Goodbye, my fearless warrior.
Neelix: I'm really going to miss her.
Neelix: Oh. Don't you worry, Mister Vulcan. I'll have this place shipshape in no time at all.
Tuvok: Just go, Mister Neelix.
Torres: What's this?
Kohlar: The bat'leth given to me by my great-grandfather. It's for your daughter. I hope someday you'll tell her about us.
Torres: I will.
Kohlar: Qapla', B'Elanna Torres.
Torres: Qapla'.
Paris: It doesn't seem right just to hang it on the wall.
Torres: I'm not letting you scratch it up on the holodeck.
Paris: I'm sure our daughter wouldn't mind lending it to the old man every now and then. You know, this is one special kid we're going to have.
Torres: You're just figuring that out?
Paris: I was hoping for an artist, or maybe a musician, but she's already the savior of an entire race.
Torres: You don't really believe that.
Paris: I don't know. There are a lot of coincidences to explain. I mean, what were the odds that they'd run into the one ship in the whole quadrant with a Klingon aboard?
Torres: Probably about the same odds that you and I would get married.
Paris: Maybe we should name her Kuvah'Magh, just to be safe.
Torres: Put it on the list.


Neelix: For our third course, luhvian quail in truffle sauce, served with roasted chadre kab.
Janeway: My compliments to the chef.
All: Hear, hear.
Seven: Thank you, Captain.
Torres: Cream of leola soup, fettran risotto, luhvian quail. It just keeps getting better.
Janeway: I knew you'd been expanding your palate, but I didn't realize you'd become a gourmet cook.
Seven: Preparing meals myself is the best way to ensure quality.
Neelix: I suppose I should be insulted but everything is so delicious I may just have to admit defeat and hang up my apron.
Paris: No, that'd be a real tragedy, Neelix.
Neelix: Pinot noir, Commander?
Chakotay: I'll have another glass of the Chardonnay.
Seven: Each course has been paired with a specific wine. Substitutions are not recommended.
Chakotay: The Pinot noir sounds perfect.
Paris: Is there any salt?
Seven: Additional seasoning is not required.
Paris: I'm sorry, I just
Seven: If the quail hasn't been prepared to your satisfaction, I could replicate something more to your liking. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, perhaps.
Paris: Actually, it's delicious just the way it is.
Janeway: Captain to the bridge. Report.
Tuvok: We're being
Tuvok: Pulled off course.
Janeway: How?
Tuvok: I'm not certain. It appears to be some kind of graviton surge.
Janeway: On my way.
Kim: We've rerouted all available power to the thrusters but we can't break free.
Janeway: Try reversing the shield polarity.
Tuvok: No effect.
Neelix: What happened to the stars?
Tuvok: Shields at sixty five percent.
Janeway: Hail them.
Kim: They're not responding.
Janeway: Return fire. Can you identify them?
Chakotay: Their weapon signature is Vaadwaur, but the ship has technology from several different species.
Seven: There's another vessel approaching. It's charging weapons.
Janeway: Evasive pattern beta six.
Paris: Maybe we've got an ally?
Tuvok: The Vaadwaur ship is retreating.
Janeway: Hail the second ship.
Kim: No response.
Paris: I stand corrected.
Tuvok: They've penetrated our aft shields.
Janeway: Reroute power to the auxiliary emitters and return fire.
Chakotay: They've transported material off decks five, seven and eight.
Janeway: Disable their engines.
Janeway: Follow them.
Paris: Navigational sensors are malfunctioning. It's something to do with this environment.
Janeway: I want a full damage report and an inventory of everything that was taken off this ship. And I want to know where we are.
Chakotay: They got more than ninety percent of our food stores, including almost everything in the Airponics bay. They also got a computer console from Engineering and they emptied three of our deuterium tanks.
Paris: Why would anyone steal deuterium? You can find it anywhere.
Seven: Apparently not here. I'm not detecting any gasses, stellar bodies, or matter of any kind.
Janeway: Except for the ships that attacked us. Scan for other vessels. I want to know how many we're dealing with.
Tuvok: There are more than one hundred fifty ships within scanning range. But I'm only detecting lifesigns on twenty nine of them.
Kim: Captain, there's another vessel approaching at high impulse.
Paris: Quite a welcoming committee they've got here.
Janeway: What's the status of our shields?
Tuvok: They're at twenty eight percent.
Janeway: That'll have to do. Charge weapons.
Kim: Captain, this one wants to talk.
Janeway: On screen. I'm Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager.
Valen: General Valen. Welcome to the Void.
Janeway: You're the first ship we've seen here that hasn't tried to fire on us. But in case you change your mind, we're prepared to defend ourselves.
Valen: I know. I've been observing you on sensors. The way you fought those ships was impressive. Most vessels don't survive the first few minutes.
Janeway: I'd appreciate any information you could give us about where we are.
Valen: The anomaly's a closed structure, encased by an inert layer of subspace. Matter and energy can't penetrate it.
Janeway: Our ships certainly penetrated it when we were pulled in.
Valen: By the funnels. But they only pull matter in one direction. Into the void.
Tuvok: Have you explored the entire anomaly?
Valen: There's nothing to explore, but it's big. We've calculated the outer circumference at approximately nine light years, but we've never been able to breech it.
Paris: How long have you been here?
Valen: More than five years.
Janeway: There must be a way to escape.
Valen: New arrivals are always thinking about escape.
Janeway: We have a sophisticated starship. Maybe if we work together we can find a way out.
Valen: You're being naive. No one ever gets out.
Seven: We may be able to devise a new approach.
Valen: Many have tried. All they did was waste resources that could have kept them alive longer. Don't be foolish. I can help you.
Chakotay: How?
Valen: The only source of food and energy in the Void comes from new ships that are drawn in. If you want to survive here, you'll have to compete for their resources.
Janeway: And I suppose you can help us do that?
Valen: I have tactical data on some of the more dangerous predators.
Janeway: But you want something in return.
Valen: My scans show you have photon torpedoes.
Janeway: I'm sorry, we don't trade weapons.
Valen: Why not?
Janeway: Because we have no way of knowing what they'll be used for. Plundering innocent ships, for example.
Valen: Wait a few weeks until your resources start to run out. Morality won't keep your life support systems running.
Janeway: I'm sorry, General. There are some compromises I won't make.
Valen: Not yet.
Janeway: Report, Lieutenant.
Torres: We're using power at almost ten times the usual rate.
Chakotay: While we're standing still?
Torres: The same graviton forces that pulled us into the anomaly seem to be draining the warp core. At this rate, our deuterium will be gone in about ten days.
Janeway: Shut down all non-essential systems.
Chakotay: Where are you going?
Janeway: To find a way out of here.
Seven: Using fractal algorithms with the Borg sensors I believe I can predict where and when these funnels will occur.
Paris: Well, that's impressive, but how does it help us?
Seven: The funnels originate inside the anomaly, creating massive graviton forces before they erupt. If we were to enter one of the funnels just as that happened we might be able to use those forces to propel us into normal space.
Janeway: Not without compromising structural integrity.
Tuvok: I might be able to reinforce the shields to compensate.
Seven: There's another problem. When the graviton forces reach critical levels, the polarity suddenly reverses, pulling everything near the funnel back into the anomaly.
Paris: We'd have to jump to warp at exactly the right moment.
Seven: We'd need to achieve a velocity of warp eight point two.
Paris: Question is, will we have enough power?
Janeway: At the rate we're losing it, we may only get one shot at this. The sooner we try, the better.
Seven: There's a funnel forming seventy thousand meters off the port bow. Bearing one three zero mark two four.
Kim: Graviton surge in thirty four seconds.
Janeway: Full power to shields and structural integrity. Take us in, Mister Paris.
Seven: Five seconds. Four, three.
Tuvok: Structural integrity at twenty percent. Ten percent.
Paris: Fifty thousand kilometers to normal space.
Janeway: Prepare to go to warp.
Torres: Engineering to the bridge.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Torres: The warp core is offline.
Janeway: If nothing else, we learned some things that'll help us next time.
Paris: With all due respect Captain, we don't even have warp drive anymore.
Torres: I may be able to get it back online, but we still need deuterium to get our basic systems running.
Chakotay: How long will our reserves last?
Torres: If we shut down life support on all but a few decks, deactivate Astrometrics, turbolifts, ration replicator use, maybe a week.
Neelix: I used to make a living scavenging for supplies. Let me take one of the shuttles. I might be able to find deuterium on one of those abandoned ships.
Tuvok: The shuttle would be too easy a target.
Janeway: I appreciate the offer, Neelix, but we're safer if we stay together.
Seven: The shuttles may be useful in another capacity.
Janeway: We could use their warp cores to augment power on Voyager.
Chakotay: We're still going to need more deuterium.
Janeway: Let's track down the ship that raided us and get back what they stole.
Tuvok: We should do it quickly. I've detected a number of vessels monitoring us.
Paris: The vultures are circling.
Janeway: Vultures eat the dead, Mister Paris. We're not dead yet.
Tuvok: The vessel's in visual range.
Janeway: Shields. On screen.
Kim: Looks like somebody got to them before we did.
Tuvok: No lifesigns.
Janeway: Scan for ion trails. Whoever did this probably has our deuterium.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Chakotay: Is there anything left aboard that ship worth salvaging?
Kim: Their technology and supplies have been picked clean.
Seven: Not everything of value has been taken. The warp core has been removed, but the casing that protected it is intact. It's composed of tricesium.
Kim: We can convert it into a power source.
Janeway: Every little bit helps. Lock onto the core casing and beam it to the cargo bay.
Seven: With the additional power we could reactivate the Astrometrics lab.
Torres: I can think of some better uses.
Seven: For example?
Torres: Oh, I don't know. Making sure there's air to breathe. This must be where they cut through the casing to remove the core.
Seven: Crude but effective.
Torres: Something's in there.
Seven: Identify yourself.
Torres: Torres to Security. Intruder alert.
Tuvok: Acknowledged.
Seven: There.
Torres: Stay where you are.
Seven: He appears to be injured.
Janeway: How is he?
Emh: His injury doesn't seem serious, but he won't let me close enough to treat him.
Janeway: My name's Captain Janeway. You're safe here.
Emh: I've tried communicating with him. He doesn't appear to have any verbal skills.
Janeway: Do we know how he got on board?
Seven: I believe he was transported along with the core casing.
Janeway: We should have picked up his lifesigns.
Seven: We're trying to determine why we didn't detect him.
Janeway: That vessel he was on had no atmosphere. How did he survive?
Emh: My scans show he can conserve oxygen. He has unusually large lung capacity. And a voracious appetite.
Janeway: Do you think that ship was his home?
Emh: Maybe. But we can't send him back. He can't survive without oxygen indefinitely.
Janeway: We'll run scans for other members of his species. But until we can find a safe place for him, let's make him as comfortable as possible.
Seven: Computer, replicate a portion of nutritional supplements from my daily allotment.
Janeway: You found something?
Tuvok: We think we know who has our deuterium.
Kim: It's someone we've already met.
Valen: I knew I'd see you again, Captain. I expect you've reconsidered my proposal.
Janeway: We're not here to trade. We're here to take back what belongs to us.
Valen: I don't know what you mean.
Chakotay: Our scans indicate you've got some of our food, one of our consoles and a large quantity of our deuterium.
Valen: We didn't take any of that from you.
Janeway: No. Apparently you killed the crew of another ship and took it from them. We want it back.
Valen: That's not the way things work here.
Janeway: Either you give it back, or we'll take it.
Paris: He's powering his engines.
Janeway: Target his shields and fire. Lock onto whatever belongs to us and transport it to the cargo bay.
Seven: I'm detecting large quantities of food on his supply deck.
Paris: Maybe we should take it while we have the chance.
Janeway: Is it ours?
Seven: No, but our own reserves are running out.
Paris: Valen wouldn't hesitate to take it from us.
Janeway: No, he wouldn't. We've got what's ours. Reverse course.
Janeway: Come in.
Chakotay: An updated inventory of our supplies. We got back less than half of what was stolen.
Janeway: Doesn't take two of you to deliver a PADD. What's on your mind?
Chakotay: We want to be clear about what our policy's going to be while we're here in the Void.
Janeway: You think we should have taken Valen's food.
Tuvok: Logic suggests we may have to be more opportunistic if we intend to survive.
Chakotay: We may not like Valen's tactics, but he and his crew are still alive after five years in here.
Janeway: I was thinking about that myself. I thought maybe I could get some guidance from the Federation Charter. I was hoping I'd find a loophole that would allow us to take actions we ordinarily wouldn't take.
Chakotay: Any luck?
Janeway: The Charter's a statement of principles, not a practical document.
Chakotay: No section on how to exist in a Void.
Janeway: No. But I've become convinced that we've got to stick to our principles, not abandon them.
Chakotay: Should the crew be ready to die for those principles?
Janeway: If the alternative means becoming thieves and killers ourselves, yes. But I'm betting that our principles are going to keep us alive.
Tuvok: Captain?
Janeway: The Federation is based on mutual cooperation. The idea that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Voyager can't survive here alone. But if we form a temporary alliance with other ships, maybe we can pool our resources and escape.
Tuvok: As you've pointed out, the people we've encountered in this void are thieves and killers. Such individuals are hardly ideal allies.
Janeway: I agree.
Chakotay: Then who are we going to form an alliance with?
Janeway: Anyone who agrees to play by our rules. No killing, no stealing, and no giving up.
Tuvok: Forgive me, Captain, but why would anyone who has survived by killing and stealing suddenly agree to those terms?
Janeway: We'll offer to share our food and medical supplies, and defend ships that are attacked by raiders.
Chakotay: Captain, maybe you'd better take another look at that inventory. Our food and power reserves will be gone within a week. If we start giving everything away
Janeway: Maybe we'll only survive for two days instead of seven. On the other hand, if we share what we have instead of hoarding it, we might find other people willing to do the same. If we combine our technology, we can find ways of improving our situation, and ultimately get the hell out of this place. We may lose a little weight, gentlemen, but we won't lose who we are.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 54553.4. For the past several days, we've been making every effort to recruit members into an alliance, but it hasn't been easy.
Janeway: Whenever a new ship gets pulled into the Void they're immediately attacked. Instead of attacking it, you'd have to help defend the new ship.
Garon: And how is that in my interest?
Janeway: It would encourage them to join our alliance.
Garon: And if they refuse, then we raid them?
Tuvok: Everyone in the Alliance must agree not to launch unprovoked attacks.
Garon: Then how are we supposed to get supplies?
Chakotay: The idea is to recruit new members, share technology and resources.
Janeway: We almost escaped the Void on our own. If we work together, I believe we'll succeed.
Garon: How many ships do you have in this Alliance?
Janeway: You'd be the first.
Neelix: Technically, Captain, that's not correct. I consider myself the first member of the Captain's coalition. Six years ago, I offered her my services and the resources of my ship, and she's never failed to help me when I needed her.
Garon: It's a noble idea, Captain, but good intentions are like deuterium reserves. They tend to get lost in the Void.
Janeway: All I ask is that you consider our proposal.
Garon: I will.
Janeway: In the meantime, we'd like to offer you food and medical supplies.
Garon: What do you expect in return?
Janeway: Nothing. Compliments of the Alliance.
Neelix: I tried.
Seven: Captain, there's been a theft.
Janeway: What's missing?
Seven: My phase compensator. No doubt it was stolen by one of your prospective members.
Janeway: It wasn't stolen. I gave it to the Nygeans. They needed it to repair their sensor array.
Seven: I presume you obtained something equally valuable in return.
Janeway: I think I did. The goodwill of a potential ally.
Seven: Did they join?
Janeway: Not yet.
Seven: Captain.
Janeway: I know. It's not exactly the most efficient policy. But then you don't always do what's most efficient either.
Seven: I don't know what you're implying.
Janeway: You gave up your rations to our guest in Sickbay.
Seven: He needed food.
Janeway: You're a valuable member of this crew. Your friend in Sickbay is nothing but a drain on resources. What's efficient about wasting food on him? You think I'm being inefficient, Tuvok thinks I'm being illogical. You both could be right. But maybe the best way to get help is to give it. Oh, and Seven?
Seven: Yes?
Janeway: I'm sorry I gave away your favorite phase compensator.
Seven: How is he?
Emh: Much better. He seemed to relax when he heard me humming an aria from Rigoletto, so I had the computer play the full orchestral version. Fantome seems to be a music lover.
Seven: Fantome?
Emh: After the Phantom of the Opera, a tormented character who was soothed by music.
Seven: In six years you haven't chosen a name for yourself, but you've given Fantome one in a few days.
Emh: Choosing the right name for myself is extremely difficult. I'm a complex individual.
Seven: And Fantome isn't?
Emh: On the contrary. I believe he's quite intelligent, and his physiology is very sophisticated. Did you know he has the ability to refract his own lifesigns?
Seven: That would explain why our sensors didn't detect him.
Emh: I wish we could find a way to communicate with him. I suspect he'd have a lot to tell us.
Emh: We were enjoying that.
Seven: Exactly. He may not be able to speak but he can hear.
Emh: He understands.
Seven: So it would seem.
Paris: What's the occasion?
Neelix: Seven's not the only one who knows how to set an elegant table.
Torres: You have heard there is a food shortage?
Neelix: That's no reason why you two can't enjoy a romantic dinner. Unfortunately, I can't light this. It would be a waste of oxygen. Still, it is festive.
Torres: We appreciate the effort.
Paris: I believe there's been a mistake here, waiter. I didn't order this.
Neelix: Close your eyes and pretend that it's Seven's fettran risotto.
Paris: It tastes more like chicken.
Torres: What's this?
Neelix: A preserved olian guava. I had a few left.
Torres: Neelix.
Neelix: No arguments. You're eating for two.
Tuvok: Senior officers report to stations immediately.
Paris: Sorry, Neelix.
Janeway: Charge weapons. Shields to full.
Paris: What's going on?
Chakotay: A funnel just opened. It pulled in a new vessel.
Tuvok: Two warships are approaching it. One of them is Valen's.
Janeway: Target Valen's weapons, and hail him.
Valen: My fight's not with you, Captain.
Janeway: Then stand down.
Valen: This new ship has impressive technology. We can share it.
Janeway: I'm not here to divide the spoils.
Valen: Then why are you here?
Janeway: To protect the ship you're firing on.
Valen: What are they to you?
Janeway: Just some people in a bad situation, like the rest of us.
Valen: Save your speeches. I've got a crew to feed.
Chakotay: He's targeting our shields.
Janeway: Take his weapons out. Hail the new ship.
Loquar: I surrender.
Janeway: We're here to help you. Can you target the smaller warship?
Loquar: We're a survey vessel. We're not equipped to fight.
Tuvok: Shields at sixty percent
Janeway: Fire torpedoes.
Tuvok: Shields on Valen's lead ship are holding at eighty percent. It appears he's upgraded them since we last met.
Janeway: Ours?
Tuvok: Thirty.
Paris: The smaller ship is outmaneuvering us.
Kim: We have hull breeches on decks five and six.
Janeway: Seal them.
Tuvok: Shields at fifteen percent
Torres: Engineering to the bridge.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Torres: We're losing containment. At this rate, we'll be dead in the water in less than three minutes.
Tuvok: We should retreat, Captain.
Janeway: Not yet.
Paris: You might want to reconsider. There's another ship approaching.
Chakotay: We can't defend ourselves against three ships.
Tuvok: We may not have to. The third vessel belongs to Mister Garon. He's firing at the other two. Valen's shields are down. The smaller ship is leaking plasma.
Paris: They're both retreating.
Kim: Garon's hailing.
Janeway: Get a weapons lock on him. We've been fooled by unexpected allies before.
Garon: Why are you targeting me?
Janeway: Because I don't know what your intentions are.
Garon: Haven't I just made them clear? I've decided to accept your offer.
Janeway: Well, in that case, welcome to the Alliance. Captain's log, stardate 54562.7. Since Garon and the survey ship became our charter members, finding new allies has gotten a little easier. My latest prospect is Commander Bosaal, whose ship has technology that could help us escape.
Janeway: Neelix, we have another guest for dinner.
Neelix: Always room for one more, Captain.
Bosaal: Who did you raid to get fresh vegetables?
Janeway: They're replicated. One of the crews that joined us had technology that tripled our replicator efficiency.
Neelix: It may not be a gourmet feast, but we can feed five hundred people a day now, using half the power it took us a few days ago.
Janeway: Why don't we sit down?
Tuvok: Doctor.
Emh: Hello, Commander.
Tuvok: How's your patient?
Emh: Technically, he's not a patient anymore, but it's taken me this long to coax him out of Sickbay. He's quite shy. (The EMH plays notes on a PADD.)
Emh: I'm telling him not to worry, that you're the one who keeps us all safe.
Emh: He says thank you.
Tuvok: An ingenious method of communication.
Emh: It began with a few simple words, but now we're capable of rudimentary conversation.
Tuvok: Tell him I'm pleased he's feeling better.
Emh: I will.
Bosaal: What's that parasite doing aboard your ship?
Janeway: I beg your pardon?
Bosaal: They're vermin.
Emh: I don't know who you are, sir, but your choice of words is offensive.
Bosaal: What is offensive is the way they slip aboard during transport, hide in conduits, steal food, spread disease.
Emh: Fantome is perfectly healthy, and unlike some people in this Void, he hasn't stolen anything.
Bosaal: If my sensors could detect where they are on my ship, I'd exterminate them. I suggest you do the same.
Emh: Captain, this is outrageous!
Janeway: Doctor! One of the principles of our Alliance is that we don't diskriminate. Everyone's welcome as long as they follow the rules. But if you're having a bad experience with the members of this species on your ship, I'd be happy to bring them to Voyager.
Bosaal: If you could find them.
Janeway: Now that we've had a chance to analyze Fantome's physiology, I think we can get a transporter lock on them.
Bosaal: Is this your way of enticing me to join your Alliance?
Janeway: I'm simply trying to demonstrate how cooperation and tolerance can benefit everyone.
Bosaal: Then we have an agreement.
Torres: Okay, now connect the primary emitter relay.
Galen: Online.
Janeway: How's it coming?
Torres: Pretty well. We just need to
Torres: I guess I was being a little optimistic.
Janeway: What's the problem, exactly?
Galen: We think we can establish a shield bubble large enough to encompass all our ships, but we have no way to compensate for the graviton stress.
Janeway: Wouldn't a polaron modulator be able to do that?
Torres: Unfortunately, nobody in the Alliance has one. We've been trying to build our own, but so far
Janeway: Maybe we could trade for one, or find
Janeway: A new ally who has one.
Garon: It's not a common piece of technology and it's valuable. It may be difficult to convince anyone to part with it.
Janeway: You never know unless you ask.
Tuvok: You are not authorized to be in here.
Loquar: We're making a valuable contribution to the Alliance.
Tuvok: By spying on restricted meetings?
Loquar: We've devised a new surveillance technique.
Janeway: Ask Harry to give you a hand.
Tuvok: You've bypassed my security measures.
Loquar: We can observe activity on any ship in the Void without being detected. This is the cargo hold of the Jelinian freighter. Now, if I'm not mistaken, the Jelinians are a member of our Alliance.
Tuvok: Which is why you shouldn't be spying on them.
Loquar: And why they shouldn't be hoarding their ale.
Janeway: Lovely piece. Did they compose it or did you?
Emh: They did. Though strictly speaking, it's not a composition. It's more of a conversation.
Janeway: I'm impressed.
Emh: I wish I could take credit but it was Fantome who taught the others in a fraction of the time it took him to learn. They're a highly intelligent species.
Seven: The language is already developing its own grammar and syntax.
Janeway: That suggests they have a language of their own.
Emh: Mmm hmm. It could be telepathic, but they seem just as comfortable communicating with music now.
Janeway: Could their species be native to the Void?
Emh: It's certainly possible. They told us they were born here.
Janeway: Just when you think nothing in the galaxy can surprise you anymore.
Torres: Captain Janeway, please report to Engineering.
Torres: Just what we needed, Captain. A fully compatible polaron modulator.
Janeway: Where did you get it?
Bosaal: The Kinjal frigate.
Janeway: Do they want to join our Alliance?
Bosaal: They're not interested.
Janeway: How did you get this?
Bosaal: I traded for it.
Janeway: What did you give them?
Bosaal: I don't answer to you.
Janeway: Did you steal it? Disconnect the modulator.
Torres: Captain
Janeway: We're returning it to the people it belongs to.
Bosaal: They have no more use for it.
Janeway: You don't know that. BOSAAL Yes, I do.
Janeway: You killed them.
Garon: Captain, I don't like his tactics any more than you do, but why waste this technology when we're so close to escaping?
Janeway: Because it's a violation of everything this Alliance stands for.
Garon: Refusing the modulator won't bring back the people he killed.
Janeway: No. But using it would make us accessories to murder. Take it and get out.
Chakotay: The Jelinians and the Kraylor have left with Bosaal. They felt you were being
Janeway: Impulsive and self-righteous? Is that what you think?
Chakotay: You did what you had to do.
Janeway: Still, I made a mistake.
Chakotay: By telling Bosaal to leave? JANEWAY Allowing him to join in the first place.
Chakotay: You couldn't have known what he was going to do.
Janeway: Oh, I had a pretty good idea what kind of person he was. That bigoted reaction he had to the Doctor's friend told me all I needed to know, but I ignored my instincts.
Chakotay: Why?
Janeway: Because I thought his ship could help us escape.
Chakotay: You weren't the only one who wanted him in the Alliance.
Janeway: Maybe not. But if I'd listened to my doubts in the first place, we wouldn't have lost the other two ships.
Chakotay: We'll find a way out of here without them.
Janeway: Where do we stand with the modulator?
Chakotay: B'Elanna and the other engineers are working around the clock to build one. She thinks they'll be ready to test in a couple of days.
Janeway: So everyone's pulling together to make up for my mistake.
Chakotay: They have to. It says so in the Federation Charter.
Janeway: Good news, I hope.
Tuvok: I'm afraid not. It appears Commander Bosaal is attempting to form an alliance of his own with one of our adversaries.
Loquar: We recorded a tactical conversation that took place between them just a few minutes ago.
Valen: Don't underestimate Janeway. I've been in battle with her twice.
Bosaal: Then you know Janeway's tactics. I have two other ships. We can take Voyager's food and weapons if we work together.
Tuvok: The rest of their conversation suggests they will attack within the next forty eight hours.
Janeway: I'm so glad we taught them the value of cooperation.
Tuvok: Our power reserves will be severely depleted if we're forced to defend ourselves.
Janeway: Tell B'Elanna we don't have time to test her modulator. We've got to try to escape now.
Janeway: Sorry to interrupt, but we've got a situation developing. We're going to try to break free of the anomaly. Your friends are welcome to join us but they should be aware of the dangers.
Emh: The Void's their home. They want to stay.
Janeway: Where would they like us to transport them?
Emh: They're nomads. Any ship'll do. They said they're grateful for our help. They want to help us now.
Kim: There's a funnel forming in grid four. Graviton surge in ninety eight seconds.
Janeway: Alert the other ships. Take us in, Tom.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Tuvok: Bosaal and his fleet are approaching. They are charging weapons.
Janeway: Janeway to Engineering. Status.
Torres: I need two more minutes.
Janeway: You've got one.
Kim: Surge in fifty seconds.
Janeway: Voyager to all Alliance ships. Begin firing at your designated targets.
Tuvok: We've penetrated shields on both vessels.
Janeway: Janeway to the Doctor. Initiate
Janeway: Transport.
Emh: Acknowledged. Yes, Goodbye and good luck. Energize.
Seven: Transport complete, Captain. They're in the engine rooms of both ships.
Janeway: Acknowledged.
Kim: Thirty seconds.
Janeway: Janeway to Engineering. We need that modulator.
Torres: Just a few more seconds.
Kim: We're receiving a hail from Valen's ship, audio only.
Janeway: Let's hear it.
Janeway: What's he saying, Doctor?
Emh: Mission accomplished. Fantome's shut down power on Valen's ship.
Tuvok: Confirmed. Bosaal's ship has lost power as well.
Paris: Who says gremlins in the engine are a myth?
Kim: Surge in five seconds, four.
Janeway: Now, B'Elanna.
Chakotay: All ships are in formation.
Tuvok: Structural integrity at thirty percent
Paris: Forty thousand meters to normal space.
Tuvok: Twenty percent, ten percent.
Janeway: Do it, Tom!
Janeway: Gentlemen, it's been a privilege to have you as allies.
Galen: I never believed we'd escape.
Loquar: Then why did you join?
Galen: Captain Janeway is very persuasive. And the food was good.
Janeway: You're welcome to have a meal with us anytime.
Galen: Ah. Unfortunately, we're headed in the opposite direction. Safe journey to you and your crew, Captain.
Janeway: And to all of yours as well.
Loquar: Thank you.
Janeway: It was almost like being part of a Federation again.
Chakotay: The real one's only thirty thousand light years away.
Janeway: Then what are we standing around for?