Naomi: Hmm. There.
Icheb: Excellent. You é the complementary base pair.
Naomi: Actually, I just found two pieces that fit together.
Icheb: You're missing the point.
Naomi: I thought the point was to finish the puzzle.
Icheb: And learn something about genetics.
Naomi: If you really want to help, find me a green piece that looks like Tuvok's ear.
Icheb: Commander.
Chakotay: At ease. I'm just passing through.
Icheb: I apologize for the condition of the Cargo Bay, sir. I've been tutoring Naomi.
Chakotay: Looks like you found a creative approach.
Icheb: Thank you, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Seven. I'm supposed to be writing a paper on transwarp instability.
Chakotay: Don't worry, your secret's safe, as long as you keep mine.
Icheb: Sir?
Chakotay: Antarian cider. Not the replicated stuff. There are only a couple of bottles left and I don't want Mister Neelix getting his hands on them.
Icheb: Then you should store them with the salvaged Borg components. Neelix never inventories those containers. He says they give him the creeps.
Chakotay: Officer-level thinking, Icheb. Would you mind?
Icheb: Of course not.
Janeway: Come in.
Janeway: You're late. Unfortunately, so's dinner.
Chakotay: Let me guess. You burned the roast again.
Janeway: Once, a long time ago, I called this replicator a glorified toaster. It never forgave me.
Chakotay: I didn't realize replicators held grudges.
Janeway: What's so funny?
Chakotay: I just left Icheb and Naomi assembling a jigsaw puzzle in the Cargo Bay.
Janeway: Find me the thermal regulator, please. How is Icheb?
Chakotay: In a few years, he may be running the ship.
Janeway: I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to retire just yet.
Janeway: Janeway to the bridge. Report.
Kim: That was some kind of gravimetric surge.
Kim: It's overloading our inertial dampers.
Janeway: Source?
Kim: That's a good question.
Kim: Seven's trying to localize it.
Kim: Engineering says the warp core's destabilizing.
Chakotay: I'd better get down there.
Seven: A spatial rift is opening directly ahead of us.
Seven: It's emitting high levels of neutrinos and chronotons.
Kim: On screen.
Janeway: What is it?
Kim: I don't know.
Torres: We're losing containment. Everyone out!
Torres: Torres to the Transporter room. Beam Commander Chakotay to Sickbay, now!
Emh: Welcome back. Lie still.
Chakotay: What happened?
Emh: You were transported here. Your body was in a state of temporal flux.
Chakotay: Temporal flux?
Emh: You had the liver of an eighty year old man, and the kidneys of a twelve year old boy. Fortunately, I was able to create a chronoton-infused serum that brought you back into temporal alignment. Anywhere else, that antidote would've earned me a prestigious award. Of course on Voyager, it's just another day in the life of an under appreciated EMH.
Chakotay: What about the rest of the crew? No other casualties?
Emh: Not that I'm aware of. I've tried calling the bridge, but no one answers. Were we attacked?
Chakotay: I don't think so. We ran into some sort of anomaly.
Emh: Naturally, no one thought to inform me. What do you think you're doing?
Chakotay: Leaving, and you're going with me.
Emh: I am?
Chakotay: There may be other injured crewmen.
Emh: In case you've forgotten, I'm a prisoner of these walls.
Chakotay: Where's your mobile emitter?
Emh: My what?
Chakotay: I'll be back.
Emh: Wait. Tell me about this mobile emitter.
Chakotay: Bridge.
Chakotay: Harry, what's going on?
Kim: Sir? I'm afraid I don't know you.
Janeway: Take him into custody. How did you get aboard this ship?
Chakotay: Kathryn?
Janeway: Oh, I didn't realize we were on a first name basis.
Andrews: We should've known the Maquis were involved.
Chakotay: Maquis? Involved in what?
Janeway: Just when we're about to chase your ship into the Badlands, our systems start malfunctioning and, you step off the turbolift.
Chakotay: Captain, I know this may be hard to believe but I think I've somehow been thrown seven years into Voyager's past.
Janeway: Really? Let's try another theory. You learned Voyager had been assigned to capture you, and you managed to get on board to sabotage her.
Chakotay: Check your sensors. See if they're showing any strange temporal readings.
Kim: Captain, the environmental controls are fluctuating.
Janeway: Take him to the brig.
Chakotay: Halt turbolift. Engineering.
Chakotay: Seska!
Seska: Hold him still.
Seska: You didn't really think I'd hurt you, did you?
Chakotay: How'd you get here?
Seska: Don't tell me that little bump gave you amnesia. It's time you accepted that I'm in control of Voyager now.
Chakotay: That was five years ago.
Seska: What are you talking about?
Chakotay: Listen, Seska. There's some kind of temporal anomaly going on here.
Seska: I want to know how many more of your people are back on board.
Chakotay: All right, I'll tell you. I've got a dozen officers with me. We've already locked you out of every key system. In less than an hour, we'll be in control again.
Seska: In less than a minute you're going to be dead if you don't give me access to those systems.
Chakotay: I'll need to use that console.
Seska: Just don't do anything you'll regret.
Rulat: Move.
Seska: Stop him!
Computer: Warning, coolant system breached.
Seska: Don't make me kill you!
Seska: No. Scan the perimeter report any anomalous readings. There's something wrong here.
Emh: Whoever you are, I suggest you surrender. I'm armed.
Chakotay: It's only me, Doc.
Emh: Commander, please tell me what's going on.
Chakotay: If you tell me the stardate.
Emh: 49624.
Chakotay: No wonder you didn't know about the mobile emitter. You don't get it for another year.
Emh: I don't understand.
Chakotay: I'm not sure I get it myself, but the ship seems to have been fractured somehow.
Emh: Fractured?
Chakotay: Different areas seem to exist in different time periods.
Emh: How many of these time periods are there?
Chakotay: I'm not sure. On the bridge, it's before Voyager even left the Alpha Quadrant. In Engineering, it's the time when the Kazon took over the ship.
Emh: Kazon? We've got to protect ourselves.
Chakotay: Don't worry. So far I'm the only one who can cross from one zone into another. That serum you gave me. It must've made me immune. Normal technology won't pass through the barriers. Can you replicate a chronoton-infused hypospray casing using the same principles you used to make the serum?
Emh: I think so. Why?
Chakotay: I have to take some of it with me.
Emh: What for?
Chakotay: If I'm going to put the ship back together again, I need help.
Kim: Captain.
Janeway: Where are my officers?
Chakotay: The turbolift passed through a temporal barrier. They couldn't get through. If you're willing to hear me out, I can explain. At least partly.
Janeway: You mean about your being from the future.
Chakotay: Your first Starfleet posting was on the Al-Batani, where you once knocked out power to six decks by misaligning the positronic relays.
Janeway: Nice try, but you could have read that in a Maquis intelligence file.
Chakotay: How's Molly, your Irish Setter? You rescued her from a pound on Taris Seti four. She was the runt of the litter, but you thought she had spunk. You love music, but you never learned to play an instrument. Something you still regret.
Janeway: How do you know these things?
Chakotay: Because you told me, about three years from now.
Janeway: My ready room.
Janeway: It's a fascinating story. But as the Ferengi say, a good lie is easier to believe than the truth.
Chakotay: So you're saying no one on your crew has encountered any of these temporal barriers?
Janeway: My helmsman disappeared when she tried to walk down that corridor, but that doesn't prove she passed through a temporal barrier.
Chakotay: If you inject yourself, I can take you down that corridor and show you everything I've said is true.
Janeway: Have Mister Kim run a full spectral analysis. For all I know, this is poison and Mister Chakotay is trying to assassinate me.
Chakotay: She's right. It's poison, and I'll use it.
Andrews: Let her go.
Chakotay: Lower your weapon.
Andrews: Captain!
Andrews: Andrews to the Bridge. I need help here.
Janeway: Andrews!
Chakotay: He can't hear you. We've moved into a different time frame.
Andrews: Scan the area but don't go past that bulkhead.
Chakotay: You want more proof? It's right down that corridor. You just have to trust me.
Janeway: It isn't easy when you're holding me hostage.
Chakotay: Stay or go. it's your choice.
Janeway: Now that I'm inoculated, I can go anywhere on the ship I want?
Chakotay: That's right.
Janeway: Then I suppose I don't need you anymore.
Chakotay: Without me, you'll be walking into a future that you know nothing about.
Janeway: Where are we going?
Chakotay: The Astrometrics lab.
Janeway: Voyager doesn't have an Astrometrics lab.
Chakotay: Harry designed it, or will design it.
Janeway: Harry Kim?
Chakotay: I realize from your perspective he's new to the job, but he's going to become one of our best people.
Chakotay: Deck eight.
Janeway: Our people?
Chakotay: I'm going to be your First Officer.
Janeway: Really. What's the reason we're going to this, er, Astrometrics?
Chakotay: It has temporal sensors that can help us map the ship and tell us how many timeframes we're dealing with.
Janeway: Now you're trying to tell me Harry Kim invented temporal sensors?
Chakotay: No. We used Borg technology for that.
Janeway: Borg?
Chakotay: It's a long story.
Janeway: Maybe you should keep it to yourself. The Temporal Prime Directive. The less I know about the future, the better.
Janeway: She's got a pulse.
Chakotay: I'm detecting an active neurogenic field. This could be the day the telepathic pitcher plant put us all into comas. Or it might be the time aliens invaded our dreams.
Janeway: We've got to get them help.
Chakotay: Don't worry, we managed to get out of both situations.
Naomi: Captain.
Janeway: I'm sorry. I don't recognize you, Lieutenant.
Adult Naomi: It's me, Naomi Wildman,
Adult Icheb: How did you
Chakotay: Are you Icheb?
Janeway: Something tells me you weren't expecting us.
Adult Icheb: No, ma'am.
Adult Naomi: You both died.
Adult Icheb: Seventeen years ago.
Chakotay: The Captain and I haven't risen from the grave. The ship's been fractured into different timeframes.
Adult Naomi: Thirty seven to be exact.
Janeway: How did you calculate that?
Adult Naomi: We've had seventeen years to upgrade the sensors. A chrono-kinetic surge interacted with the warp core.
Adult Icheb: It shattered the space-time continuum aboard the ship.
Janeway: The accident that occurred in your timeframe.
Chakotay: The question is, can we repair the damage?
Janeway: If we could get to a section of the ship that still exists in that time period, maybe we could counteract the surge, stop it from happening.
Adult Icheb: That section was the focal point of the surge. It seems to have been obliterated.
Adult Naomi: It's too bad Seven's not here.
Janeway: Seven?
Chakotay: Someone who knows more about temporal mechanics than any of us.
Adult Icheb: Unfortunately, she hasn't been found either.
Chakotay: Maybe we can find her in another timeframe.
Janeway: I have an Ensign Samantha Wildman on my crew.
Adult Naomi: My mother.
Chakotay: Naomi was the first child born on Voyager. A few years later, we rescued Icheb from the Borg.
Adult Naomi: When I was little, there was nothing I wanted more than to be the Assistant Captain.
Chakotay: We should get moving.
Adult Icheb: Commander. In case you were wondering, I never told Neelix where you hid that cider.
Janeway: So why are we looking for this Seven in the Cargo bay?
Chakotay: She spent a lot of time there.
Janeway: Working?
Chakotay: Regenerating.
Janeway: Maybe you'd better fill me in.
Chakotay: This looks like the time you forged a temporary alliance with the Borg.
Seven: What's happened to this vessel?
Chakotay: Captain Janeway, meet Seven of Nine, tertiary adjunct of Unimatrix zero one.
Seven: When a Borg cube travels trough a transwarp corridor, the temporal stresses are extreme. To keep the different sections of the Cube in temporal sync, we project a chronoton field throughout the vessel.
Janeway: How?
Seven: Each Cube has specially designed conduits. If we installl similar conduits throughout this vessel, then generate a sufficiently powerful field, we may be able to force Voyager back into temporal sync.
Chakotay: Temporal sync with what?
Seven: The vessel will return to the moment of the original chrono-kinetic surge. Since the surge will last for six or seven seconds, Commander Chakotay will have a short time in which he could try to counteract the warp core reaction.
Chakotay: Even if we could replicate these conduits, we'd have no way to get them through the temporal barriers.
Janeway: Bioneural circuitry.
Chakotay: Captain?
Janeway: It runs through every section of the ship, almost like a nervous system. If we could inject the gel packs with your serum, we could use them to transmit the chronoton field.
Seven: The warp core could be recalibrated to generate that field.
Janeway: Work on it. Chakotay and I will see about modifying the serum.
Seven: Your plan is inefficient.
Janeway: Why?
Seven: There are only two of you. If I were to assimilate you into a small Borg Collective, you could then assimilate others. The work would proceed more rapidly.
Janeway: Sorry, but I like my plan better. We'll be back.
Janeway: That was an interesting experience.
Chakotay: If it makes you feel any better, you're going to develop quite a knack for dealing with the Borg.
Janeway: You mean we're going to be seeing more of them?
Chakotay: We'll run into them on a few occasions.
Janeway: Why do I get the feeling that's an understatement? It doesn't seem like my first command is shaping up the way I expected.
Chakotay: In the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself astray in a dark wood, where the straight road had been lost.
Janeway: I didn't know Dante's Inferno was on the Maquis reading list.
Chakotay: Actually, I borrowed your copy.
Janeway: My fiance gave me that book as an engagement gift. I've never lent it to anyone.
Chakotay: Not yet. Anyway, I agree with Dante. If you always see the road ahead of you, it's not worth the trip.
Janeway: A soldier and a philosopher. Your intelligence file doesn't do you justice.
Emh: I've replicated these belts to resist the effects of the temporal barriers, just like the hyposprays.
Janeway: I didn't realize you were programmed to be so versatile.
Emh: I wasn't, but when you're thrown into the deep end of the galaxy and left running for as long as I've been, it helps to develop a few extra subroutines.
Janeway: How long have you been running?
Emh: Almost three years, since our original doctor was killed.
Janeway: Killed? How?
Emh: In the incident that stranded us here in the Delta
Chakotay: Doctor. The Temporal Prime Directive, remember?
Emh: Of course. I'm sorry.
Janeway: The Delta Quadrant? Is that what he was about to say?
Chakotay: Ready?
Janeway: I'll take the upper decks, you take the lower.
Chakotay: I don't think splitting up's a good idea.
Janeway: We'll get the job done faster.
Chakotay: As your First Officer, it's my duty to protect you. I know a lot more about what's out there than you do, and we have no way of communicating if something goes wrong. It may take a little longer, but we should go together.
Janeway: After you, Commander.
Janeway: Can I ask you something? I started out with a crew of a hundred and fifty three. I already know I lost my doctor. How many others?
Chakotay: We'll suffer casualties like any other starship. But you'll also gain new crewmen as well.
Janeway: Like you. How do you get to be my First Officer?
Chakotay: Our crews will be forced to work together after we get stranded.
Janeway: In the Delta Quadrant? How does that happen?
Chakotay: Are you sure you want to know?
Chakotay: Run!
Janeway: What the hell was that?
Chakotay: A macrovirus. They infected the ship a few years ago.
Janeway: Sounds like it's going to be one disaster after another on this ship.
Chakotay: You once told me that Starfleet captains don't choose their missions, the missions choose them. You're going to have the opportunity to study things no human has ever seen before.
Janeway: Including some very large germs.
Janeway: A monochromatic environment?
Chakotay: It's called black and white. It's one of Tom Paris' Holodeck programs. He based it on some old science fiction serials.
Janeway: Interesting technology.
Chakotay: Captain Proton's rocketpack.
Janeway: Captain Proton?
Chakotay: The Savior of the Universe.
Janeway: Doesn't sound like Mister Paris' tastes are very sophisticated.
Chakotay: That's why we love having him around. The access port should be in there. (The cave turns out to be Chaotica's secret laboratory.
Janeway: Here. I think I found the panel. Give me a hand.
Lonzak: Halt, in the name of Chaotica! Seize them!
Janeway: Oh, no.
Chakotay: Computer, deactivate program.
Computer: Unable to comply.
Robot: Surrender.
Computer: Holodeck controls are offline.
Janeway: Hold on. Now wait a minute.
Lonzak: Thieves, my liege.
Robot: Do not resist.
Lonzak: They were attempting to rob your laboratory.
Chaotica: Fool! Don't you recognize the Queen of the Spider People? Arachnia, my bride. I knew you'd return to me one day, so I could watch you die.
Chaotica: Raise the Lightning Shield! Power the Death Ray! Her fleet may be lurking nearby! We must defend ourselves.
Janeway: I'm open to suggestions.
Chakotay: Our best bet is to play along.
Janeway: Don't let me stop you.
Chakotay: I'm not the one he's in love with.
Chaotica: Arachnia, you beguiled me once with your foul potions. Did you think you could toy with my affections again?
Janeway: Were these characters always this ridiculous?
Chaotica: If I order Lonzak to pull that lever, you'll never mock me again.
Chakotay: Arachnia.
Janeway: Please, my liege. I meant it as ridiculous to think I would ever try to deceive you. I've come to warn you of a fiendish plot.
Chakotay: By aliens from the Eighth Dimension.
Chaotica: Eighth? Everyone knows there are only five dimensions.
Janeway: If you don't believe us, examine their handiwork for yourself. There's a hidden panel over there behind those rocks.
Chaotica: Very well. I'll humor you. Lonzak!
Lonzak: I've found it, Highness.
Chaotica: They've sabotaged my laboratory.
Janeway: That vial you're holding, it's a neutralizing potion. If you inject their device, you'll render it harmless.
Janeway: Release me, and I'll disarm all their devices, throughout your realm.
Chaotica: Oh, Arachnia, you do love me.
Janeway: How could I resist your magnetism?
Chaotica: Or I yours. Together we'll rule the cosmos and grind our enemies into dust.
Janeway: If we restore the time line, remind me to cancel Mister Paris' Holodeck privileges.
Torres: What the hell's going on? And what are doing in that uniform?
Chakotay: It's a little complicated.
Torres: I'm not going anywhere.
Chakotay: Voyager's had an encounter with an anomaly. It's fractured the ship into different time periods.
Janeway: We're trying to undo the damage, but we need access to that panel.
Torres: First she destroys our only way out of the Delta Quadrant, and now you're collaborating with her?
Chakotay: Try to understand. I'm from a time period in your future when all of us will be working together.
Torres: That's pretty hard to believe.
Chakotay: B'Elanna, I've never lied to you before, and I'm not lying now.
Janeway: That woman blamed me for stranding Voyager in the Delta Quadrant.
Chakotay: She was angry.
Janeway: But was she right?
Chakotay: You had good reasons for doing what you did.
Janeway: What reasons?
Chakotay: You were trying to save lives.
Janeway: Whose?
Chakotay: An alien culture. The Ocampans.
Janeway: In other words, I'm going to choose to help strangers at the expense of our own people.
Chakotay: It isn't like you to second-guess yourself.
Janeway: In this case, I'm second-guessing a decision I haven't made yet.
Paris: Keep dispensing the netrazine until we run out, then switch to the analeptics.
Crewwoman: Yes, Lieutenant.
Paris: How did you get in here?
Chakotay: There isn't time to explain.
Janeway: What happened to these people?
Paris: Radiation poisoning. The EPS relays overloaded when we ran into the anomaly. We need the Doctor and medical supplies, or we're going to have a lot more casualties.
Chakotay: I'm afraid that isn't possible right now. Do the best you can.
Paris: Yes, sir.
Chakotay: There's an access panel in the galley.
Neelix: Coffee, black.
Janeway: How do you know how I like my coffee?
Neelix: Well, you haven't changed your standing order in seven years.
Janeway: Thanks. It's just what I needed.
Neelix: Don't worry, Captain, you'll get us out of this. You always do.
Chakotay: All done here.
Tuvok: Captain.
Janeway: Tuvok?
Tuvok: I am pleased you're here. I didn't think I would see you again. I want you to know it has been an honor to serve with you, and to be your friend.
Janeway: Mister Paris!
Tuvok: Live long and prosper.
Chakotay: Deck eleven.
Janeway: I can't let this happen. Not again.
Chakotay: What are you talking about?
Janeway: Voyager getting stranded. All these deaths, this entire future, it's my fault. I've got to do something to change it.
Chakotay: What do you have in mind?
Janeway: Maybe we can find a way to modify Seven of Nine's plan. Put Voyager into temporal sync with my timeframe.
Chakotay: Captain.
Janeway: Now that I know what to expect, I could avoid getting trapped in the Delta Quadrant in the first place.
Chakotay: Halt turbolift. Seven's plan is dangerous enough. Trying to alter it is too risky.
Janeway: It's worth the risk.
Chakotay: If Seven's idea works, Tuvok and the other crewman will be fine.
Janeway: They'll still be stuck in the Delta Quadrant. If the temporal anomaly doesn't kill them, something else will. The Borg, telepathic pitcher plants, macroviruses. The Delta Quadrant is a death-trap.
Chakotay: What about the Temporal Prime Directive?
Janeway: To hell with it.
Chakotay: With all due respect, it's a little presumptuous to think you have the right to change everyone's future.
Janeway: From what I've seen, they'll thank me.
Chakotay: All you've seen are bits and pieces. You're not getting the whole picture.
Janeway: Really? Just what am I missing?
Chakotay: It's not what, it's who. People like Seven of Nine, a Borg Drone who'll become a member of this crew after you help her recover her humanity. Or Tom Paris, a former convict, who'll be our pilot, chief medic, and husband to B'Elanna Torres.
Janeway: That angry woman I just met?
Chakotay: She's going to be your Chief Engineer. Two crews, Maquis and Starfleet, are going to become one. And they'll make as big a mark on the Delta Quadrant as it'll make on them by protecting people like the Ocampans, curing diseases, encouraging peace. Children like Naomi and Icheb are going to grow up on this ship and call it home. And we'll all be following a Captain who sets a course for Earth, and never stops believing that we'll get there.
Janeway: Are you going to be lecturing me like this for the next seven years?
Chakotay: Don't worry, you'll always get the last word.
Janeway: In that case, let's get back to work.
Janeway: So, who is this Seska?
Chakotay: She was a member of my crew, who turned out to be a Cardassian spy. She made an alliance with the Kazon and took over the ship. It's all right, we got it back.
Janeway: Sounds like she's not going to be as cooperative as the others.
Chakotay: I suggest we take a page from your rule book. We try diplomacy.
Janeway: Fine. But the next page in that book says that when diplomacy fails, we need a backup plan.
Chakotay: Something tells me you already have one.
Chakotay: We've already injected the gel packs in the other timeframes. That just leaves the ones here. It's in both our interests to work together.
Seska: I agree. Let him go.
Rulat: You believe him?
Seska: His story is too preposterous to be a lie. I'll admit it's an ingenious solution.
Chakotay: I'm glad you're cooperating.
Seska: Oh, I believe in cooperation, as long as it benefits me. You know, it's true what they say.
Chakotay: What's that?
Seska: Men just get more distinguished as they get older. A few lines here, a little gray there. It adds character. Too bad their minds start to go. The last time you were here you had that nasty head injury, and you mumbled something about my taking over the ship five years ago. If that's true, then you're from a future time frame, which means that at some point, your crew is going to regain control of Voyager. I can't allow that to happen. Step away from the console.
Seska: It's an ingenious plan. It just needs a slight modification.
Chakotay: What are you doing?
Seska: Recalibrating your pulse to bring the ship into temporal sync with my time frame.
Chakotay: That's not possible.
Seska: When will you learn to stop underestimating me?
Chakotay: If you make even the slightest miscalculation you'll destroy the ship and kill everyone.
Seska: What other choice do I have? If I can get Voyager into my own timeframe, then I'll be able to ensure that you never retake the ship. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. You can start fresh with me.
Chakotay: Sorry, that's not the future I have in mind.
Seska: In that case.
Seska: Goodbye, Chakotay.
Chakotay: It's too dangerous. There are too many variables.
Seska: You're not pleading for your life, are you?
Janeway: Do it.
Chakotay: I'm telling you, you're endangering your own life.
Seska: I'm touched by your concern.
Seska: Stop! Put down your weapons.
Janeway: Don't listen to her.
Seska: Oh, your faithful First Officer isn't going to let you die. Are you?
Seska: Very clever, Chakotay, inoculating them with your serum. Now it's time to inoculate my people so we can have access to the rest of the ship.
Chakotay: I won't do that.
Seska: Then you just lost your Captain.
Chakotay: Now drop your weapons.
Janeway: Thanks.
Torres: Seska and the Kazon are secure in the Jefferies Tube. The last gel packs?
Chakotay: They're ready.
Janeway: The rest of us should return to our sections. After Chakotay initiates the warp pulse, he should find himself back at the moment Voyager encountered the chrono-kinetic surge. He's only going to have a few seconds to reset the deflector polarity. If the time line is restored, the rest of us should have no memory of what's happened here. So I'd like to thank you now for putting your doubts aside, and helping me put mine aside as well. Good luck to each of you.
Janeway: Mind if I ask you one last question?
Chakotay: Will I have to break the Temporal Prime Directive to answer it?
Janeway: Maybe, just a little. For two people who started off as enemies, it seems we get to know each other pretty well. So I've been wondering. Just how close do we get?
Chakotay: Let's just say there are some barriers we never cross.
Janeway: See you in the future.
Janeway: Ensign?
Kim: Chakotay should be initiating the pulse in ten seconds. Five, four, three, two
Chakotay: Reroute main power to the deflector, and set the polarity to the frequency I'm inputting.
Torres: Why?
Chakotay: Have you ever heard of a lightning rod? In about three seconds, we're going to need one.
Janeway: What is it?
Kim: I don't know. Main power's being rerouted to the deflector dish.
Janeway: Who gave that order?
Janeway: Damage?
Kim: The deflector's been burned out, but we're okay.
Janeway: Do you mind telling me why B'Elanna burned out the deflector dish?
Chakotay: Actually, I ordered her to do it.
Janeway: Why?
Chakotay: Trust me, it was better than the alternative.
Janeway: Which was what, exactly?
Chakotay: I can't tell you.
Janeway: Why not?
Chakotay: The Temporal Prime Directive. B'Elanna's already got a team working on repairs. What do you say we finish our dinner?
Janeway: Forget particle fountains and subspace inversions. There isn't an anomaly scarier than a thunderstorm on the plains, especially when you're six years old. I remember watching a bolt of lightning split an oak tree in my grandfather's yard. I'd climbed it just a few hours before.
Chakotay: Good timing.
Janeway: So what would've happened if you hadn't turned our deflector dish into a lightning rod?
Chakotay: We've been down this road before.
Janeway: Have we?
Chakotay: You wanting answers to questions you shouldn't ask.
Janeway: But something did happen, outside the normal space time continuum. It's strange, thinking there's a piece of your life you don't know anything about.
Chakotay: Sounds a lot like the future.
Janeway: Any predictions?
Chakotay: Only that in a few minutes this bottle will be empty.
Janeway: Then maybe you should go to the Cargo Bay, grab another one.
Chakotay: How do you know that's where I keep it?
Janeway: Oh, I can't tell you.
Chakotay: Why not?
Janeway: Temporal Prime Directive.


Torres: Good morning.
Paris: You're in a good mood.
Torres: It's another beautiful day in the Delta Quadrant.
Paris: What did you have for breakfast?
Torres: I'll see you tonight.
Crewwoman: Here you are, Lieutenant.
Torres: Thank you. Nice job, Ensign. You keep the warp field that stable you might just get us home a few years early.
Icheb: The Starfleet manual allows for a variance of point three.
Seven: That's only a guideline. You can do better.
Torres: I don't remember giving you permission to work here.
Icheb: I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
Seven: I'm helping him study warp mechanics.
Torres: You should have notified me. It's a busy day, and I.
Seven: Lieutenant?
Torres: I'm fine.
Icheb: I'm detecting another lifesign.
Seven: Where?
Icheb: Inside Lieutenant Torres. It could be a parasite.
Seven: Seven of Nine to the Doctor.
Emh: Go ahead.
Seven: I'll be accompanying Lieutenant Torres to Sickbay.
Emh: What's wrong?
Seven: I believe she's pregnant.
Emh: The fetus appears to be about seven weeks old and doing quite well. So are you.
Paris: Why did she faint?
Emh: Klingon and human metabolisms sometimes clash.
Torres: Tell me about it.
Emh: It's not uncommon for such pregnancies to cause biochemical fluctuations in the mother.
Paris: Is that serious?
Emh: Not usually. You can expect some behavioral volatility, increased nutritional needs. Creating new life is a big job.
Paris: Creating new life.
Torres: I can't believe it.
Emh: I don't mean to be indelicate but, weren't you trying to get pregnant?
Torres: Well, of course. I mean, we knew we wanted a family.
Paris: But the odds against human-Klingon conception are so high.
Emh: Well, apparently you've beaten the odds. May I be the first to congratulate you.
Paris: When is the baby due?
Emh: Normally, Klingon pregnancies run thirty weeks. But with mixed species, it could be sooner.
Paris: Is it a girl or a boy?
Torres: No. Don't tell. I want to be surprised.
Paris: We've already been surprised.
Torres: I just don't see any reason to have to label the baby. I don't want to know the gender. I don't want to have to pick a name yet.
Paris: Okay, okay, Mommy knows best.
Torres: Mommy?
Paris: I wonder if the holodeck has any child-rearing programs.
Torres: There are some things you just can't simulate.
Paris: I'll take whatever help I can get.
Torres: We should get our quarters ready.
Paris: Maybe I could replicate one of those antique cribs.
Torres: And put it where? We need to rearrange the living area.
Paris: We need to do a lot more than that.
Torres: You're happy about this, right?
Paris: Of course I'm happy. Just a little overwhelmed, that's all.
Torres: Me too. Can we, er, keep this to ourselves for a while?
Paris: Absolutely.
Torres: I, er, I need to get to work. See you later, Dad.
Neelix: Congratulations, Tom.
Paris: Thanks. How did you find out?
Neelix: Icheb. Oh, he wasn't supposed to tell?
Paris: We were hoping to keep it private for an hour or so.
Neelix: As they say on Talax, omara s'alas. Good news has no clothes.
Paris: Thanks. I guess.
Neelix: Now, my good news would be learning that I'll be the godfather. I do have experience with Naomi Wildman, you know.
Paris: I can't think of anyone more qualified.
Neelix: Well, in that case, I've been making up a list of names. Tell me
Chakotay: Have you checked the warp core for radiation leaks today?
Torres: No. Why?
Chakotay: You have a certain glow about you.
Torres: Okay, who told you?
Janeway: I just heard. Congratulations.
Torres: Thanks.
Janeway: Seven said you were dizzy. Are you all right?
Torres: I'm fine.
Chakotay: Nothing ever rattled her. Not even the Cardassians.
Torres: This is scarier.
Janeway: Would you like some time off?
Torres: To do what?
Janeway: Adjust. This is a big change.
Torres: I'll work during the day, sleep at night, and have the baby when it's time.
Janeway: Well, if you need to cut back on your duties, I'm sure Seven would be happy to fill in for you.
Torres: I think I can handle it.
Kim: Congratulations, buddy.
Paris: Where did you hear the news? In the datastream from Earth?
Kim: Actually, I think it was a transmission from the Borg. It's all over now. No more late nights on the holodeck. No more racing the Delta Flyer.
Paris: Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little?
Kim: I've seen it happen. The new dad gets tied down with family. Old friends drop away.
Paris: It's fatherhood , Harry, not exile.
Kim: If you say so. Kidding aside, how's it feel?
Paris: Well, it's, it's not quite real yet.
Kim: Maybe that's what pregnancy's for. Time to let reality sink in, before your life spins out of control.
Paris: Do you need any help?
Tuvok: Mister Paris, this may be the first time you've ever volunteered to assist me.
Paris: Really? Well, we ought to change that. I mean, we've known each other a long time. We ought to work more closely.
Tuvok: I'll keep that in mind.
Paris: So, I guess you've heard. B'Elanna and I are going to have a baby.
Tuvok: I was unaware.
Paris: Finally, someone who doesn't know.
Tuvok: Allow me to extend my best wishes.
Paris: Thanks. You know, a baby is, er, it's a big responsibility. But I'm ready for it. Not that you can ever be completely ready, can you?
Tuvok: Lieutenant, are you asking me for advice about fatherhood?
Paris: Well, I don't know anyone else who's been through it.
Tuvok: I'm afraid my parenting skills are somewhat dormant. It's been many years since my children were young.
Paris: Then you've had a long time to think back on it. Any helpful hints?
Tuvok: Offspring can be disturbingly illogical, yet profoundly fulfillling. You should anticipate paradox.
Paris: I'll remember that.
Tuvok: If you'd like my counsel on more specific issues?
Paris: Something tells me I'm going to be volunteering to work with you on a regular basis.
Paris: So?
Torres: Looks nice.
Paris: Well, I figured quiet romantic dinners may soon be a thing of the past. Tough day?
Torres: The captain practically relieved me of duty, as if I couldn't handle being an engineer and being pregnant at the same time.
Paris: Well, if you ever need a baby-sitter, Godfather Neelix is ready to go.
Torres: Chakotay wants to be godfather.
Paris: Neelix already has a list of names.
Torres: Oh, I don't mind people suggesting names. What annoys me is all of the free advice about feeding, diskipline.
Paris: Folk wisdom is my favorite. According to Chell, Bolians believe that if you give birth near a warp core, it'll improve the baby's disposition.
Torres: Why does everybody feel they're entitled to give us advice? This is our child.
Paris: People should know better than to interfere with a Klingon mother.
Torres: What's that supposed to mean?
Paris: Nothing. It was a joke.
Torres: What does being Klingon have to do with it?
Paris: Take it easy.
Torres: I don't want to take it easy! I want everybody to back off and just let me. The Doctor said I might experience some behavioral volatility. I guess this is it.
Paris: Forget about the Doctor. Forget the captain or the godfathers.
Torres: Maybe you're right.
Paris: I know I am. This isn't about their expectations or hopes or doubts. None of this belongs to them.
Torres: It belongs to us. All of it.
Paris: Lucky us.
Emh: Lieutenants Torres and Paris, please report to Sickbay.
Emh: It's a holographic extrapolation of your child's spine, approximately ten months after birth.
Torres: It's deviated.
Emh: Yes, there's a pronounced curvature to the left.
Paris: Can it be corrected?
Torres: I had surgery for it when I was a baby.
Paris: You never told me that.
Torres: My mother had it, too.
Emh: It tends to run in Klingon families, especially among females.
Paris: Are you saying that this baby is a girl?
Emh: No. I didn't say that.
Paris: But it is a girl, right?
Emh: You cannot infer that.
Torres: It's okay. You might as well just tell us.
Emh: Yes. It's a girl. And aside from the deviated spine, she's healthy.
Paris: Will she need surgery?
Emh: Fortunately, we've advanced beyond that. Genetic modification is the treatment of choice.
Paris: If you can project an image of the spine, can you use the genetic data to show us the whole baby?
Emh: I could. It would only be an approximation.
Paris: Let's take a look.
Torres: I don't know.
Paris: Oh, come on. Aren't you curious?
Torres: Okay.
Paris: Oh, she's beautiful.
Torres: Forehead ridges?
Emh: Yes.
Torres: But she's only one-quarter Klingon.
Emh: Klingon traits remain dominant for several generations, even with a single ancestor.
Paris: Oh, she looks just like her mother.
John: You are so much like your mother.
Paris: She's perfect, isn't she?
Paris: What a day.
Torres: Uh-huh.
Paris: Six years in the Delta Quadrant and nothing has ever scared me as much as hearing our baby had a problem.
Torres: It's not much of a problem.
Paris: We didn't know that at first.
Torres: Now we know.
Paris: And we also know that the Doctor is going to fix everything tomorrow morning.
Torres: I'm sorry. It's a lot to take in all at once, and I'm really tired.
Paris: We could both use some sleep. Computer, dim the lights.
Carl: Somebody make sure those coals are completely out.
Dean: I'll get it, Dad.
John: You kids be careful and be back before sunset.
Carl: And bring your appetites. We're having fish for dinner.
Elizabeth: If you two can catch any.
B'Elanna: Dad, I increased the field strength of the targeting lure.
John: Ooo. Those fish don't stand a chance. Better get going, your cousins aren't going to wait forever.
B'Elanna: I was thinking. Maybe I could go fishing with you and Uncle Carl.
John: I thought you were looking forward to the hike. Just the kids, no dads to slow you down.
B'Elanna: They don't like me.
John: Why would you say that?
B'Elanna: Because it's true.
Elizabeth: Come on, B'Elanna, let's go.
John: See? Now go on, have a good time.
B'Elanna: Dad?
John: What is it?
B'Elanna: Nothing.
Paris: Relax, we're not that late.
Torres: The Doctor scheduled me at oh eight hundred.
Paris: You still have time for my favorite gourmet breakfast, peanut butter toast.
Torres: I'm too tired to eat.
Paris: If you're having trouble sleeping now, wait till those oh two hundred feedings come around.
Torres: You'll be in charge of those.
Paris: I can't wait.
Torres: Look, er, you don't have to come with me. It a minor procedure.
Paris: Wouldn't you like some moral support?
Torres: I'm not an invalid.
Paris: In that case you're on your own. That goes for breakfast, too.
Emh: I've been expanding my database in obstetrics and pediatrics.
Torres: You haven't found another problem, have you?
Emh: No, not at all. But I have put together a prenatal enrichment program.
Torres: Why am I not surprised?
Emh: I'd like to start with trans-abdominal vocalization.
Torres: Let me guess. You're going to sing to my fetus.
Emh: Through a diatonal amplifier. It's quite safe, and it should enhance the child's mathematical abilities.
Torres: Can we talk about this later?
Emh: Absolutely. At our first parenting class.
Torres: Parenting class?
Emh: Birthing techniques, feeding options, bonding strategies. It's not all hard work, though. We'll have ample time for fun.
Torres: Could we get on with it?
Emh: Certainly. Computer, dim lights.
Torres: I hope you don't expect me to sleep through this.
Emh: Of course not. The darkness encourages vascular dilation. Now you may feel a slight tingling. Please remain as still as possible.
Michael: B'Elanna, come and have lunch.
B'Elanna: That's okay. I'm not hungry.
Michael: You'd better eat while you can. You know our dads aren't going to catch any fish.
Elizabeth: Here.
B'Elanna: Thanks.
Elizabeth: Your mom wasn't sure you'd be able to come this weekend.
B'Elanna: I had a lot of schoolwork.
Elizabeth: I'm glad you made it.
B'Elanna: That's nice of you to say.
Elizabeth: No, I mean it.
Dean: Hey, B'Elanna, can you hand me a drink?
B'Elanna: Okay.
Dean: Thanks.
Dean: My teacher said Klingons like live food.
Elizabeth: Hey, stop it. Stop.
Dean: It was just a joke.
Elizabeth: It was a stupid joke, Dean. He's always doing stuff like that to me.
Dean: Don't be mad, B'Elanna.
Elizabeth: B'Elanna, wait.
Emh: Computer, raise lights. Your daughter's spinal column is now perfectly aligned.
Torres: Is she going to be all right?
Emh: Better than all right, if her parents are any indication.
Torres: Computer, access B'Elanna Torres' medical file.
Computer: File accessed.
Torres: Project a holographic image of the baby.
Torres: Now extrapolate what the child's facial features will look like at twelve years old.
Torres: Display the fetus genome.
Torres: Delete the following gene sequences. Extrapolate what the child would look like with those genetic changes.
Torres: Delete the following sequences. Extrapolate.
Torres: Save changes. Restrict access to this file. B'Elanna Torres only.
Emh: There's no valid medical reason to do what you're proposing.
Torres: I disagree.
Emh: You want to delete entire DNA sequences. The genes that create redundant organs, for example.
Torres: They're superfluous.
Emh: Those redundancies are there for a reason.
Torres: Does my daughter need a third lung to survive?
Emh: Strictly speaking, no. But having it may be beneficial. Some geneticists believe the extra lung evolved to give Klingons greater stamina on the battlefield.
Torres: My daughter is not going to be a Klingon warrior.
Emh: With all due respect, you have no idea what your daughter's going to be. What if she develops an interest in athletics? Greater lung capacity would be an advantage. The point is, there's no reason to arbitrarily remove genetic traits.
Torres: It's not arbitrary. It's preventive.
Emh: How so?
Torres: That third lung could become diseased, couldn't it?
Emh: I suppose.
Torres: Then what I'm suggesting is no different than removing an appendix before it becomes inflamed.
Emh: Why tamper with biological systems that evolved over eons?
Torres: Like curvature of the spine?
Emh: If I make these changes, it'll affect her appearance.
Torres: I'm aware of that.
Emh: Are you also aware that some of these genes influence behavior, personality?
Torres: None of that's as important as her health.
Emh: What does Tom think about all this?
Torres: I wanted to see what you thought first.
Emh: As you can see, I'm very dubious.
Torres: Look, I've done statistical analyzes, epidemiology. At least review my work.
Emh: All right, I'll look at it. But in the meantime, I suggest you have a talk with your husband.
Paris: Absolutely not.
Torres: This is our child's health we're talking about.
Paris: It's more than that. You want to change who she is, her individuality, her. You don't want her to be Klingon. That's what this is really about, isn't it? You're trying to protect her from being Klingon because you had a rough time when you were a kid.
Torres: I was treated like a monster.
Paris: That isn't going to happen to our daughter. Everyone on Voyager will accept her for who she really is.
Torres: That's easy for you to say. You're human.
Paris: Meaning what, exactly?
Torres: Meaning you don't understand what it's like.
Paris: Okay then, tell me.
Torres: When the people around you are all one way and you're not, you can't help feeling like there's something wrong with you.
Paris: Voyager isn't just one way. We've got Bajorans, Vulcans, a Talaxian.
Torres: And hundred and forty humans.
Paris: Our daughter is going to have a mixed heritage just like her mother. It's something you'll have in common. Something she should be proud of. Why destroy that?
Torres: I'm not destroying anything. Gene resequencing isn't a weapon, it's a tool, like a hyperspanner.
Paris: She's not a machine, She's our daughter.
Janeway: I'm not exactly sure what you want me to do.
Torres: I want you to order the Doctor to genetically alter my child.
Paris: Do you see what I'm dealing with here?
Janeway: What you're asking for is ethically questionable. The Doctor has reservations. Your husband is against it.
Torres: I only want to do what you did, for Seven of Nine.
Janeway: I beg your pardon?
Torres: You had her implants removed.
Janeway: I don't see the connection.
Torres: You altered her physiology. You changed who she was.
Janeway: I was acting in her best interests.
Torres: That's all I'm doing.
Paris: Seven was born human. The captain just helped to restore her original physiology.
Torres: And gave her a much better life in the process.
Paris: Our child isn't even born yet. How do you know what's going to make her life better?
Torres: I just don't want her to start at a disadvantage.
Paris: Look, the Doctor said you might experience mood swings.
Torres: That's it. Just dismiss my argument as some kind of hormonal outburst.
Paris: I didn't mean that.
Janeway: Stop it, both of you. The biggest problem you two have isn't ethical, it's marital. I'm happy to offer you advice as a friend. But as your captain, I'm not going to overrule the Chief Medical Officer. You two need to work this out.
Paris: B'Elanna?
Torres: What?
Paris: You heard the captain. We have to work this out.
Torres: There's nothing to work out. You're getting what you want.
Paris: What I want is to have a civilized discussion with my wife. Maybe a change of scenery would help. How about the holodeck?
Torres: That's your solution to everything.
Paris: At least I'm trying. Look, I don't care where we do it, but we have to talk this out.
Torres: I am tired of talking, all right?
Paris: Do I need a reservation?
Kim: What happened?
Paris: I think B'Elanna and I need some time apart.
Kim: My couch is your couch.
Paris: She's barely pregnant and already we're having a major crisis.
Kim: You'll make up. You always do.
Paris: But that's what worries me. We're always fighting and making up. How's that going to affect our daughter?
Kim: She's going to have a great life. Piloting a ship from your lap, battling Doctor Chaotica on the holodeck.
Paris: Yeah, unless B'Elanna thinks battling is too Klingon.
Kim: She's always been sensitive about being part Klingon. You know that.
Paris: That doesn't give her the right to turn our child into a science experiment.
Kim: But it does explain why this is so important to her.
Paris: What am I supposed to do?
Kim: Maybe you should tell her you understand.
Paris: What good would that do?
Kim: It might make her less defensive, and then maybe it would be easier for her to see your point of view.
Paris: What if she can't?
Kim: Like I said, my couch is your couch.
John: She should be back by now.
Carl: Nobody has any idea where she went?
Dean: She just ran off down there.
John: I'm going to go look for her.
Elizabeth: Uncle John?
John: Yeah?
Elizabeth: I. It.
John: B'Elanna, where have you been?
B'Elanna: I'm sorry. I got kind of separated.
Elizabeth: It was our fault.
Michael: It was Dean's fault. He put a worm in her sandwich.
Dean: I was just kidding. I'm really sorry.
B'Elanna: Forget it.
Carl: Come on, let's get dinner started.
John: You want to talk about it?
B'Elanna: I just wish.
John: You wish what?
B'Elanna: I wish I weren't Klingon.
John: Now why would you say that?
B'Elanna: Because everyone makes fun of me.
John: Who's everyone?
B'Elanna: Dean. The kids at school. They all hate me.
John: Did I ever tell you what the kids at my school used to call me? I used to fall asleep in class all the time, so instead of John Torres, they called me John Snore-ez.
B'Elanna: It's not the same thing.
John: Of course it is. Kids tease each other. They can be very cruel. But it doesn't mean that they hate you, or that they hate Klingons.
B'Elanna: You don't understand!
John: I think I do. You have to learn to be a little less sensitive.
B'Elanna: Fine.
John: Now come on. Uncle Carl's going to tell one of his famous fish stories.
B'Elanna: I'd rather just read.
John: Suit yourself.
Carl: We saw a flying fish today.
Elizabeth: Flying fish?
Carl: It's true. I'm telling. You we saw it.
Michael: Really?
Carl: John, did we see a flying fish today?
John: We sure did. It jumped five feet in the air.
John: Everybody asleep?
Carl: They were exhausted. Coffee?
John: Sure.
Carl: Listen, I'm sorry.
John: For what?
Carl: The way Dean treated B'Elanna. I had a talk with him.
John: He was just doing what eleven year olds do. I'm sure B'Elanna overreacted.
Carl: What makes you say that?
John: She's too damn sensitive.
Carl: What do you mean? She's a great kid.
John: You haven't been around her much the last couple of years. She's gotten moody, unpredictable, argumentative. Just like her mother.
Carl: I thought you loved Miral's intensity.
John: Everything's become a fight with her. I guess the older, I get the less intensity I can handle. You know, it's funny how Mom and Dad always turn out to be right.
Carl: What do you mean?
John: Mom warned me not to marry Miral.
Carl: Mom loved Miral.
John: Sure she did. But she never thought I had the constitution to live with a Klingon. And now I'm living with two of them.
Chakotay: Taya.
Torres: What?
Chakotay: Taya. It's the feminine form of Chakotay. What do you think?
Torres: I'll add it to the list. Right after Floxia. Neelix suggested that one. It's number thirty two.
Chakotay: On second thought, you and Tom ought to come up with your own name.
Torres: I knew there was a reason I always liked you.
Chakotay: You look like you've been up all night. Want to get some coffee?
Torres: That's the best offer I've had all week.
Paris: Morning.
Torres: Hi.
Chakotay: Join us for breakfast? You know what? I forgot my PADD. Why don't you two go ahead. I'll meet you in the mess hall.
Paris: So, how are you today?
Torres: I haven't changed my mind, if that's what you mean.
Paris: No. What I meant was, how are you?
Torres: I've been better, but I'll get over it.
Paris: You know, Harry has the lumpiest pillows on the ship. He snores, keeps the room way too hot. I missed you.
Torres: Me too.
Paris: I still owe you that slice of peanut butter toast. Why don't we go back to our quarters, fire up the toaster?
Torres: Sounds nice.
Emh: Lieutenant Torres, Lieutenant Paris, please report to Sickbay.
Emh: I've reviewed the data you gave me, and I've also done my own analysis.
Torres: Skip the details, Doctor. You've already made it clear what you think of my proposal.
Emh: Actually, I've changed my opinion.
Paris: What?
Emh: The genetic alterations you've suggested are necessary.
Paris: On what grounds?
Emh: The clash I mentioned between Klingon and human metabolism? It's more extensive than I realized.
Torres: How extensive?
Emh: Theoretically, it could lead to complete metabolic failure.
Torres: But you can fix it.
Emh: By eliminating most of her Klingon genetic material.
Paris: Are you sure about all of this?
Emh: My analysis was quite thorough. Of course if our circumstances were different, you would be free to seek a second opinion.
Paris: No offense, Doc, but I am just trying to understand what's going on.
Emh: You're welcome to review my findings. But let me stress, it would be unwise to delay this too long.
Torres: Why?
Emh: The fetus is at a critical stage of development. Antibodies have begun to form.
Paris: How long do we have?
Emh: I've scheduled the procedure for tomorrow morning. With your permission.
Paris: I want to thank you both for helping B'Elanna when she fainted.
Seven: I'm glad it wasn't a parasite.
Paris: Well, you probably don't know this, but there may be some problems with the pregnancy.
Seven: I'm sorry to hear that.
Paris: The Doctor suggested a treatment for the baby, but his findings are very confusing, at least to me. You have some expertise in genetics. Do you mind taking a look at this?
Icheb: Of course not.
Seven: Whatever the problem is, I have no doubt the Doctor will solve it.
Paris: I hope you're right.
Icheb: Your confusion is understandable. There's a computational error.
Seven: It's not like the Doctor to make a mistake.
Paris: I didn't think that was possible, unless there's some sort of glitch in his program.
Seven: I'll run a diagnostic.
Paris: Thank you.
Icheb: Please tell Lieutenant Torres, if there's anything I can do.
Paris: I'll let her know. Thanks.
Seven: It appears to be more than a glitch. I believe the Doctor's program has been tampered with.
Paris: B'Elanna, this is Tom. Respond. Computer, locate Lieutenant Torres.
Computer: Lieutenant Torres is in Sickbay.
Emh: Frankly, I'm relieved you decided not to wait till the last minute.
Torres: Once this is behind us I'm sure we'll all feel better.
Seven: Someone's blocked communications to Sickbay.
Paris: See if you can deactivate the Doctor.
Seven: Access to his program has been restricted.
Paris: Keep trying. Paris to Tuvok.
Tuvok: Go ahead.
Paris: Meet me in Sickbay.
Tuvok: Why would she alter the Doctor's program?
Paris: To change his mind about the medical procedure. Computer, open Sickbay doors.
Computer: Unable to comply.
Tuvok: Override authorisation Tuvok pi alpha.
Computer: Authorisation denied.
Paris: Doctor, stop what you're doing.
Emh: You're interrupting a medical procedure.
Paris: Your program has been altered.
Emh: What do you mean, altered?
Torres: Ignore him.
Paris: B'Elanna, this is completely irrational.
Emh: Will someone please tell me what's going on?
Torres: I'm your patient. Your first duty is to me and my baby.
Tuvok: Tuvok to bridge.
Kim: Kim here.
Tuvok: There's a force field in Sickbay.
Tuvok: I can't deactivate it. Cut power to the EPS relay
Tuvok: Surrounding the surgical bay.
Kim: Access has been restricted. I'll have to bypass them.
Torres: You said it could be dangerous to delay the procedure.
Paris: She's manipulating you, Doc, in more ways than one.
Emh: I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but if there's something wrong with my program.
Torres: There's nothing wrong with your program.
Kim: I'm cutting power to the surgical bay, now.
Tuvok: I suggest we deactivate your program until we determine the extent of the alterations.
Emh: I understand. Computer, deactivate EMH.
Torres: You had no right to interfere.
Paris: Tuvok, would you mind giving us a minute?
Paris: I never thought you would go this far.
Torres: I don't know what you're talking about.
Paris: Reprogramming the Doctor?
Torres: I upgraded his program so he could understand what had to be done.
Paris: You mean to reconfigure our baby so she wouldn't be treated like a monster.
Torres: It's not just about the way she'll be treated.
Paris: What else is it about, then? Come on, B'Elanna. Tell me.
Torres: Forget it.
Paris: No, no, we're not going to forget it. We're going to talk about this right now.
Torres: Stop telling me what to do. You're not my father.
Paris: What are you talking about?
Torres: Look, my father
Paris: What? What about him?
Torres: We were inseparable. He spoiled me and I worshiped him. But the older I got, we just grew apart. He ended up organizing this camping trip with my cousins. I guess he just wanted to, I don't know, make things better again.
Paris: But it didn't.
Torres: It was awful. I ended up trying to run away.
John: B'Elanna? What are you doing?
Torres: It was so stupid. I mean, where was I going to go?
Paris: You probably just wanted him to stop you.
Torres: Well, he did.
B'Elanna: Don't touch me.
John: B'Elanna, what's wrong?
B'Elanna: You know what's wrong.
John: No, I don't.
B'Elanna: Maybe I'm just being moody and unpredictable.
John: What are you talking about?
B'Elanna: I heard what you said to Uncle Carl.
John: You shouldn't be listening to private conversations.
B'Elanna: And you shouldn't have said what you did about Mommy.
John: B'Elanna, listen to me. Your mother and I are having problems, but that doesn't
B'Elanna: You don't love her anymore.
John: That's not true.
B'Elanna: Yes, it is. And you don't love me, either.
John: B'Elanna.
B'Elanna: You're no different than anyone else. You don't like Klingons. You said it.
John: You are twisting my words, B'Elanna.
Paris: Maybe he was right. Maybe you misunderstood.
Torres: No, I know what I heard. It made me so angry.
Paris: You had a right to be, after the things he said.
Torres: It's not what he said. It's what I said.
B'Elanna: If you can't stand living with us, then why don't you just leave?
Torres: And that's exactly what he did.
Paris: Oh, B'Elanna.
Torres: Twelve days later. And he never came back.
Paris: You can't blame yourself for that.
Torres: Why not?
Paris: Because he was obviously unhappy about his marriage. He didn't leave just because you told him to.
Torres: You don't know that.
Paris: Look, whatever the reason was, I'm sure it was a horrible thing for you to live with. Wait a minute. You don't think? B'Elanna, I am never going to leave you.
Torres: You say that now. But think about how hard it is to live with one Klingon. Pretty soon it'll be two.
Paris: And someday I hope it's three or four. I mean it. And I hope that every one of them is just like you. B'Elanna, I am not your father and you are not your mother. And our daughter is going to be perfect just the way she is.
Torres: Do you really think so?
Paris: I know so. Medical officer's log, stardate 54452.6. Lieutenant Torres has deleted the alterations she made to my program. It's a relief to be back to my old self again.
Emh: Good morning, Lieutenant. You're not feeling ill, are you?
Torres: No. I'm fine. I just wanted to apologize for violating your program.
Emh: Apology accepted. Not guilty by reason of biochemistry.
Torres: Nice of you to let me off the hook. But biochemistry isn't an excuse. I knew exactly what I was doing. Oh!
Emh: Is something wrong?
Torres: I don't know.
Emh: Your baby's kicking.
Torres: So soon?
Emh: Well, she is part Klingon.
Torres: Oh. There it is again.
Emh: May I?
Emh: Feisty little thing, isn't she? I wonder where she gets that from.
Torres: Speaking of the baby, I have another request.
Emh: Yes?
Torres: I wonder if you'd like to be her godfather. Neelix wants the job but he's already got Naomi Wildman. And Chakotay knows less about raising kids than Harry. And if you think
Emh: I accept.
Torres: Thanks.
Emh: Thank you.
Torres: I was also wondering. Do you think I could see her one more time? The holographic projection, I mean.
Emh: I don't see why not.
Torres: She is cute, isn't she?


Janeway: This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager. We're responding to your distress call.
Yediq: A ruptured conduit is flooding my ship with plasma radiation. We request immediate transport.
Kim: I'm detecting eleven life signs. Two are weak.
Janeway: Transport the injured to Sickbay and the rest to Cargo Bay one. I want security teams at both locations.
Yediq: Our weapons!
Tuvok: They'll be returned to you when you leave.
Yediq: These are dangerous criminals. They have to be secured.
Tuvok: We'll do our best to accommodate you.
Yediq: I had eight men in custody. Where are the other two?
Emh: We're not going to hurt you.
Iko: Stay away or I'll kill her!
Emh: I'm sure we can resolve this without resorting to violence. What is it you want?
Iko: A ship, some food.
Emh: I might be able to arrange that, but you'll have to release her first.
Iko: I'm not a fool.
Iko: You know I'll do it. Tell them.
Yediq: You're not getting off this ship.
Tuvok: If you release her, I promise you won't be harmed.
Iko: Not until I get a ship.
Yediq: We don't negotiate with criminals.
Emh: Who are you?
Yediq: Warden Yediq of the Nygean Detention Force. This man is my prisoner.
Emh: If that were true, he wouldn't be holding my friend hostage.
Iko: Get back!
Emh: I'm a hologram. I can't be harmed.
Emh: I think you proved my point.
Yediq: We're lucky you came along, Captain. Ten more minutes and none of use would have survived the plasma leak.
Tuvok: Your vessel was equipped with escape pods. Why didn't you use them?
Yediq: I couldn't risk letting any of the prisoners get away. As you've seen, they're extremely dangerous.
Chakotay: Where are you taking them?
Yediq: Back to our homeworld. They're due to be executed.
Tuvok: What were their crimes?
Yediq: All eight are murderers. Three are multiple offenders. We're just thirteen light years from our system. I'd appreciate it if you'd take us back there.
Janeway: Actually, we were headed in the opposite direction.
Yediq: I could arrange for one of our ships to rendezvous with Voyager. It'll take several days. My prisoners will have to be strictly monitored.
Janeway: Commander Tuvok will help you make arrangements.
Chakotay: Some of the crew may not be comfortable helping to deliver eight men to their deaths.
Janeway: I can't say I like it either, but we have a Prime Directive to follow.
Emh: Thirty more seconds and I could have resolved the situation peacefully. Instead, you and Tuvok the Kid had to take matters into your own hands.
Seven: You're damaged.
Emh: Commander Tuvok's friendly fire must have caused a feedback surge in my emitters.
Seven: I'll help you repair it.
Janeway: How are you?
Seven: Fine, Captain.
Iko: You. This your ship?
Janeway: Yes.
Iko: Then let me out.
Janeway: I'm afraid I can't do that.
Iko: If you don't, I'll kill you all.
Janeway: Janeway to Tuvok. Are the prisoners' accommodations ready?
Tuvok: Affirmative, Captain.
Janeway: Then by all means, initiate transport.
Yediq: You're sure these will hold them?
Tuvok: The force fields are impenetrable, as are the tritanium bulkheads. In addition to your staff, two Voyager security officers will remain here at all times. Two more will be posted at the entrance to the cargo bay.
Yediq: What about our weapons?
Tuvok: You'll be allowed to carry them in this area only. If you leave the cargo bay, you'll be asked to surrender them.
Yediq: What's this?
Neelix: Dinner. Since you can't bring the prisoners to the mess hall, I've brought the mess hall to them.
Yediq: What is it?
Neelix: Talaxian spice stew served over leola rice pilaf. It's an old family recipe.
Yediq: Take it back.
Neelix: Too spicy?
Yediq: These men don't deserve such an elaborate meal. Take it back.
Neelix: Federation guidelines are quite clear about the treatment of prisoners.
Tuvok: He is correct.
Neelix: I can quote the protocols if you like.
Yediq: My men will assist you.
Joleg: Thanks for standing up to Yediq.
Neelix: Just doing my job.
Joleg: Still, it was kind.
Seven: This would be easier if you would remain stationary.
Emh: It doesn't feel right.
Seven: You may experience unusual sensations while your matrix realigns.
Emh: I was referring to the arrangement the captain's made with the Nygeans. No matter how terrible the crimes these men committed, it seems wrong to hand them over to be executed. This is a Federation Starship, not the Barge of the Dead.
Seven: Would you have preferred the captain release them?
Emh: Of course not. They're dangerous men.
Seven: Executing them ensures they'll never pose a threat to anyone again.
Emh: So would life sentences, the operative word being life.
Seven: Confining them for life requires significant resources. The Nygeans may not think it worthwhile.
Emh: What about rehabilitation? Given the chance, some of these men might become productive members of society one day.
Seven: Their victims won't have the same opportunity.
Emh: And that justifies taking their lives? An eye for an eye? It's not justice, it's revenge. Quite frankly, I'm surprised you're not troubled by such a barbaric system.
Seven: I'm simply being objective. You often encourage me to see both sides of an argument.
Emh: Well, this is one occasion when my programming won't allow me to be objective. Killing is wrong, no matter who's doing it.
Joleg: Still hungry? I can hear your stomach from here. This must be the first time in a month you couldn't steal poor Egrid's meal.
Joleg: Good, isn't it?
Yediq: Is there a problem?
Joleg: Iko was just telling me he didn't get enough to eat.
Yediq: I see. Cause another disturbance, and I'll see to it you're not fed the rest of this journey. Do you understand?
Iko: Boche and Ledara.
Yediq: What did you say?
Iko: Your children.
Yediq: How did you know that?
Iko: Are you sure they're safe?
Yediq: Some people don't understand why we deal so harshly with men like you. It's because you never learn.
Andrews: Stand down. Stand down!
Yediq: He needs to be diskiplined.
Andrews: Lower your weapons and step away.
Yediq: Our response was justified.
Janeway: How do you justify beating a defenseless man?
Yediq: Violence is the only thing he understands.
Janeway: You seem to have a pretty good grasp of it yourself.
Yediq: Do not presume to tell me how to handle my prisoners, Captain. You don't know Iko like I do. He killed a young father for no reason. Before that, he committed dozens of violent crimes. He spent his entire life hurting people.
Janeway: That doesn't excuse what you did to him. Until your transport vessel gets here, you and your men won't be allowed in the cargo bay. You're in charge of the prisoners.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Yediq: They're my responsibility.
Janeway: Not as long as you're aboard my ship. I won't risk any more violence.
Yediq: The only risk will be to your crew. Commander Tuvok isn't qualified to guard prisoners this dangerous.
Janeway: Tuvok has been a Starfleet Security officer for a very long time. Believe me, he's qualified.
Yediq: I hope you're right.
Emh: You remember Mister Iko.
Seven: Vividly.
Emh: The Nygeans decided to make an example of him.
Seven: Did you call me here to make a point about Nygean barbarity?
Emh: I called you here because I need your help to save his life. He sustained a severe blow to the head which has caused severe oedema in his parietal lobe. It's blocking vital neurotransmitters. I'd like to program some of your nanoprobes to bypass the oedema.
Seven: I'll comply.
Emh: I sense a but coming.
Seven: It seems inefficient to save the life of someone who's about to be executed.
Emh: If the Nygeans insist on killing him, there isn't much I can do about it. But I won't let them do it on Voyager.
Joleg: I didn't expect to see you back so soon. Ordinarily, we're lucky to get one meal a day.
Neelix: That's terrible.
Joleg: Yediq likes to keep us hungry.
Prisoner: Less talk. We're hungry.
Joleg: You're wondering why I'm here.
Neelix: Excuse me?
Joleg: You're wondering what I did to end up with men like them.
Neelix: You killed someone.
Joleg: That's right.
Neelix: Why?
Joleg: Because I'm Benkaran.
Neelix: What does that have to do with it?
Joleg: It's common knowledge that all Benkarans are criminals. So when I was found in the vicinity of a murder, I was immediately arrested.
Neelix: Are you saying you didn't do it?
Joleg: I told you, I'm Benkaran. What I say doesn't matter.
Emh: You suffered severe neurological trauma, but I believe we've repaired the damage.
Iko: Thank you.
Emh: Don't thank me, thank Seven of Nine. She donated the nanoprobes that saved your life.
Iko: Oh, my head.
Emh: The pain is normal. I'll prepare an analgesic.
Iko: You're not afraid of me.
Seven: There's no reason to fear someone in your condition.
Iko: You were never afraid of me. Not even when I tried to kill you. It's nice to look into someone's eyes and not see fear.
Paris: You have to be a criminal to get something to eat around here?
Neelix: Sorry. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.
Torres: You said that fifteen minutes ago.
Neelix: Did you know the Nygeans govern a sector of space occupied by several different humanoid species?
Paris: If we say yes, will you feed us?
Neelix: One of those species is the Benkarans. They occupy just ten percent of Nygean space, but take up nearly eighty percent of the space in Nygean prisons.
Paris: Maybe they commit more crimes.
Neelix: Not according to Joleg, one of the prisoners.
Torres: You think he was given a harsher sentence because of his species?
Neelix: According to this, Benkarans are ten times more likely to be executed for their crimes than Nygeans.
Torres: Where'd you get that?
Neelix: I contacted the Nygean government. Told them I was interested in a cultural exchange. Among other things, they let me access data on their criminal justice system. It all supports what Joleg told me.
Paris: Neelix.
Neelix: I know what you're thinking.
Paris: That you're the softest touch in the Delta Quadrant.
Neelix: These are the transcripts from Joleg's trial. He was convicted on circumstantial evidence.
Paris: Let me guess. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Neelix: Apparently.
Paris: Neelix, when I was in the Federation penal colony, everybody had a story. I never put much stock in them. Neither should you.
Neelix: How many of those people were sentenced to die?
Iko: I still don't understand. Why weren't you hurt?
Emh: Because my matrix is photonic. I'm made of light.
Seven: You wanted to see me?
Emh: I'll be with you in just a moment.
Iko: You don't feel pain?
Emh: Well, I suppose my pride has been wounded on occasion.
Iko: I wish I was made of light.
Emh: Try to rest.
Emh: Mister Iko responded so well to the first dose of nanoprobes, I thought a second might improve his condition further. It'll only take a moment to extract them.
Seven: You and Mister Iko seem to be getting along well.
Emh: It's the strangest thing. When he first arrived he was crude, abusive. Now he's a model patient. Grateful, considerate.
Seven: He's obviously an unstable individual. Inconsistent behavior is hardly surprising.
Emh: Still, if it weren't for the security detail, I'd forget he was a criminal.
Seven: It's possible he's trying to manipulate you.
Iko: Doctor?
Emh: What's the matter?
Iko: My stomach.
Emh: I'm not detecting anything.
Iko: I, I can't.
Emh: What's wrong?
Iko: I can't stop thinking about the man I killed.
Seven: That's not surprising. You're experiencing guilt.
Iko: Is that why I'm feeling sick?
Emh: Nausea could be a symptom of guilt.
Iko: I've never felt guilty before.
Seven: You've committed many crimes.
Iko: None of them made me feel like this. Why did you do this to me?
Seven: We're not responsible for your guilt.
Iko: I didn't feel this way until you put those nanoprobes in me. You knew this would happen, didn't you? This is some kind of punishment. Take the nanoprobes out.
Emh: You could die.
Iko: Please. I don't want to feel this way anymore.
Seven: You don't honestly believe we're responsible for his condition.
Emh: We applied the Borg technology. It's possible there were some unforeseen side effects.
Seven: Guilt, for example.
Emh: Look at this.
Seven: What?
Emh: It's my most recent scan. The neurotransmitters have established new pathways throughout his cortex.
Seven: Wasn't that your intention?
Emh: No, I was simply trying to bypass the oedema.
Seven: Then how did this happen?
Emh: I don't know. It's possible this is normal Nygean brain activity, but I have no basis for comparison.
Seven: You should ask Mister Yediq to contact a Nygean medical official. Maybe they could provide some relevant information.
Iko: Seven of Nine. Stay and talk to me.
Seven: I'm extremely busy.
Iko: Please. I'm scared.
Seven: What did you want to discuss? I'm due in Astrometrics, so if there's
Iko: Astrometrics? What's that?
Seven: A laboratory where we observe stellar phenomena.
Iko: When I was a child, I'd lie under the stars for hours. I'd stare at them until I could see the shapes.
Seven: Shapes?
Iko: Faces and animals made out of stars.
Seven: You're referring to constellations.
Iko: I named them. There was Paedos the warrior, and Gezid the beast. No matter how hard he tried Paedos could never catch Gezid.
Seven: Because the distance between them always remained the same.
Iko: You've seen them?
Seven: Possibly. I've catalogd approximately six billion stars.
Iko: Then you must have seen Onella, too. The Mother.
Seven: Describe her.
Iko: She was surrounded by sixteen smaller stars. Her daughters. If I try, I think I can remember all their names.
Joleg: Eleven six, green.
Prisoner: What's going on over there?
Joleg: Kot-kot.
Neelix: That's Kadis-kot. Congratulations.
Prisoner: Down here.
Neelix: I've been doing some research on the Nygean legal system. You were right about the Benkarans receiving harsher sentences. I saw the statistics.
Joleg: The statistics won't save me.
Neelix: I noticed some people convicted of murder, even terrible premeditated murders, weren't executed. Some aren't punished at all. But you were sentenced to death.
Joleg: That's what the family wants.
Neelix: The family?
Joleg: After you're convicted, the family of the victim sentences you.
Neelix: Well, shouldn't you be sentenced by someone less partial, like a judge?
Joleg: Vekto valek k'vadim. It's ancient Nygean. It means Favor The Victims. What if I stole your game board? What right would a judge have to assign value to your loss? To him, it's just a game board, but to you it might be a priceless family possession. And what if I murdered your child?
Neelix: I think I get your point.
Joleg: Vekto valek k'vadim. It's the basis for the Nygean legal system.
Neelix: What about the criminals that didn't serve any sentence at all?
Joleg: Some people prefer restitution to revenge. If a defendant is wealthy enough, he can negotiate a settlement with the victim's family.
Neelix: Oh, that doesn't seem fair.
Joleg: It's perfectly fair, unless you're destitute.
Neelix: Maybe I can talk to the captain about finding a way to compensate your victims.
Joleg: I'm grateful. But it would imply I'm guilty. I wouldn't want that.
Neelix: There must be something I can do.
Joleg: You can transmit a letter to my brother. I'd like to let him know what's happened to me.
Neelix: I'll get a PADD.
Seven: I thought you might find this interesting.
Iko: What is it?
Seven: It's an Astrometrics log. It contains data on various star formations.
Iko: It's just words and numbers. I'd rather look at the stars.
Seven: I'll bring you a star chart after my next shift.
Iko: What's the metal above your eye?
Seven: It's a cybernetic implant.
Iko: Where did you get it?
Seven: It was installled by the Borg.
Iko: It must have hurt.
Seven: I don't recall.
Iko: I hurt people. I deserve to die.
Emh: Seven? I found something.
Emh: This is a scan depicting a healthy Nygean brain. This node is analogous to the human pineal gland. In addition to controlling behavioral impulses, it regulates decision making. You might say it's the physiological equivalent of a conscience.
Seven: Normally, the node connects to the rest of the brain through a series of neural pathways.
Emh: Now look at this scan of Iko's node before we applied the nanoprobes. It's detached.
Janeway: Did that happen when he was assaulted?
Emh: No, I believe it's congenital. A birth defect.
Seven: Without the node, Iko would have been prone to violence and sociopathic behavior all his life.
Emh: When I used Seven's nanoprobes to treat the injuries from the assault, it seems they inadvertently repaired the defect as well.
Janeway: You've activated his conscience. Well, that would explain why he's suddenly experiencing guilt.
Emh: There's more to it than that. I believe he's become capable of controlling his violent impulses.
Janeway: Capable maybe, but how do you know he will?
Emh: Even the thought of violence makes him ill now. In my opinion, he's no longer a threat to anyone.
Seven: By some definitions, Captain, he's not the same man who committed the murder.
Yediq: Are you suggesting we release him?
Emh: Of course not. But at the very least his case should be re-examined.
Yediq: Because he's sorry.
Seven: There's new medical evidence to be considered.
Yediq: None of it changes the fact that he killed a man.
Seven: He was suffering from a neurological defect. He couldn't control his behavior.
Emh: If Iko had been diagnosed and treated, he never would have committed that crime. In a matter of speaking, he's a victim of his own biology.
Yediq: So Iko is the victim now?
Janeway: No one's denying that he committed a terrible crime. But as a result of the Doctor's treatments he's undergone a fundamental change. Killing him won't accomplish anything.
Yediq: That's not your decision to make.
Seven: Nor is it yours.
Yediq: He's obviously deceiving you somehow.
Janeway: Listen, we could debate this all day but the fact is, our personal opinions are irrelevant. All that matters is Nygean law.
Tuvok: Does Iko have a legal means of appeal at his disposal?
Yediq: In accordance with Nygean penal code, a capital defendant has a right to appeal his sentence to the family of his victims.
Janeway: Then I'd like you to help Commander Tuvok draft an appeal and submit it to the proper authorities.
Iko: Take back the appeal.
Seven: You'd rather die because you think it'll relieve your pain.
Iko: Death is what I deserve. You say I've changed, but I look at these hands every day and I see them squeezing that man's throat. And I hear the sounds he made. I'm disgusting.
Seven: Do you think I'm disgusting?
Iko: You've been nothing but kind to me.
Seven: You asked me earlier if it hurt when my occipital implant was installled. I told you I didn't remember. But the truth is, it was one of the most painful experiences of my life.
Iko: Why did you lie?
Seven: It's difficult for me to talk about, because I forced others to undergo the same procedure.
Iko: Why?
Seven: I was compelled to do so by the Borg Collective. I wasn't in control of my actions, just as you weren't in control when you took a life. My nanoprobes have given you control. You're a different person now. You don't deserve to be executed.
Iko: I want to go back to my cell.
Seven: You're free to remain here.
Iko: Am I still sick?
Seven: No, but
Iko: Then I don't want special treatment.
Neelix: I'm glad to see you're feeling better. You must be hungry. Here you go.
Iko: Give it to him.
Neelix: He's already had his dinner.
Iko: Please.
Neelix: All right.
Seven: You wanted to see me.
Janeway: We just received a response from the Nygeans. The family has refused to consider the appeal.
Seven: But the medical evidence
Janeway: They won't look at it.
Yediq: The family found the request insulting.
Seven: Your government could insist that they review it.
Yediq: We have laws that protect victims from emotional distress.
Seven: In that case, we should grant Iko asylum aboard Voyager.
Yediq: You agreed to work within the confines of our legal system.
Seven: Your system is flawed.
Janeway: That's enough, Seven. I assure you, we'll abide by the family's decision. Now I need a moment alone with Seven, if you don't mind.
Janeway: We did everything we could to help him.
Seven: We have to do more.
Janeway: You barely know this man. Why are you so passionate about helping him?
Seven: I want to give him the same opportunity you gave me. When you severed my link to the Collective, you changed who I was. You made it possible for me to reclaim my humanity. Because of my nanoprobes, Iko has undergone a similar change. He should be given the chance to atone for his crimes.
Janeway: Atonement. Is that what this is about?
Seven: Yes.
Janeway: For him, or for you?
Seven: I don't know what you mean.
Janeway: I think part of you still feels responsible for the violent acts you committed when you were a Borg.
Seven: You're mistaken.
Janeway: Am I? Maybe you believe if Iko is found not guilty, somehow you won't be guilty either. You said it yourself. You've reclaimed your humanity. It's time you stopped blaming yourself for the crimes of the Collective.
Janeway: Report.
Chakotay: An alien vessel just dropped out of warp and opened fire.
Kim: We've lost power on decks eight through ten.
Janeway: The cargo bay.
Prisoner: Follow me. Let's storm the bridge.
Chakotay: Shields down to sixty percent.
Kim: Still no response to hails.
Janeway: Evasive maneuvers. Target their weapons.
Tuvok: Tuvok to bridge. The attacking ship is attempting to transport one of the prisoners.
Kim: They're trying to lock on to all five Benkaran life signs.
Janeway: Target their transporter array.
Chakotay: Direct hit. They're retreating.
Paris: Pursuit course?
Janeway: No. We have more immediate problems. Bridge to Tuvok. What's your status?
Tuvok: We've neutralized two of the prisoners.
Kim: Someone's trying to get into the shuttlebay.
Janeway: Lock them out.
Joleg: Again.
Yediq: Stand back.
Prisoner: Don't move.
Joleg: You have five minutes to get us a shuttle.
Tuvok: Tuvok to bridge. Lock on to Yediq's signature and beam him to
Janeway: Transporters are offline. We need at least ten minutes to get them up and running.
Joleg: Seal it.
Yediq: You're not getting off this ship.
Joleg: Then I suppose I should kill you right now.
Iko: Don't! He's mine. You saw how they beat me.
Yediq: I knew it was a trick. I knew you hadn't changed. Captain's log, supplemental. Warden Yediq has used his influence to convince the Nygean family to hear Iko's appeal for leniency.
Iko: I won't beg for my life. It belongs to you. I only want you to understand what's happened to me. I'm a different person now. A better person. This crew has helped me to see that. If my death helps you find peace, I can accept it. But if you let me live, I will never hurt anyone again. Whatever you decide, please know how sorry I am for what I took from you.
Joleg: Are we playing Kadis-kot later?
Neelix: Sorry.
Joleg: Afraid I'll beat you again?
Neelix: I tried to help you and you took advantage of me.
Joleg: What do you mean?
Neelix: The note we sent your brother. He traced the transmission to Voyager. He's the one who attacked us.
Joleg: Neelix, I swear I had no idea he would do that. You have to believe me.
Neelix: I read Yediq's security report. You threatened to kill him.
Joleg: I can't eat this.
Neelix: Why not?
Joleg: I'm sick.
Neelix: You look fine to me.
Joleg: No, I must have the same condition Iko had. If your Doctor cures me, I can make an appeal for my life, too.
Iko: She's beautiful, isn't she.
Seven: Onella the Mother.
Iko: And there's Paedos, still watching over her. It was kind of Captain Janeway to let you bring me here.
Seven: If your appeal is successful you'll be able to go wherever you want.
Iko: I hope you're right.
Seven: If I am, where will you go?
Iko: I don't know.
Seven: If you'd like, I could ask Captain Janeway to consider letting you stay here.
Iko: I'm not a scientist. I don't think I'd be much help to anyone.
Seven: There are other ways to be useful. I'm sure we could think of something.
Iko: I'd like that.
Janeway: I'm sorry. The family has denied your appeal.
Yediq: We're due to rendezvous with a transport ship in a few hours. I need to return you to your cell.
Iko: You were the first person who wasn't afraid to look me in the eye. That's how I'd like to remember you.
Janeway: I just finished looking over your warp core analysis.
Seven: And?
Janeway: I'm impressed. It usually takes a few days to finish one of these. B'Elanna tells me you did it in twenty two hours.
Seven: I haven't felt the need to regenerate.
Janeway: Everyone grieves in their own way. If you want to talk, you know where to find me.
Seven: It's unfair.
Janeway: I think so too, Seven. But we have to try not to judge their system.
Seven: That's not what I meant. Iko was executed for taking a single life. As a drone I took thousands, but I was never punished.
Janeway: You lost twenty years of your life to the Borg. I'd say that's punishment enough.