Computer: Oh six hundred hours. Regeneration cycle complete.
Seven: Daily log, Seven of Nine, stardate 15781.2. Today, Ensign Kim and 		I will conduct a comprehensive diagnostic of the aft 		sensor array. I have allocated three hours twenty minutes for the task, 		and an additional seventeen minutes for Ensign Kim's usual 		conversational digressions. I am scheduled to take a nutritional 		supplement at fifteen hundred hours, engage in one hour of 		cardiovascular activity, then I intend to review a text the Doctor 		recommended entitled A Christmas Carol. He believes it will have educational value. End 		log.
Kim: I'll get this. Don't give me any hints.
Tuvok: I have no intention of doing so.
Seven: Ensign.
Kim: Hi, Seven.
Seven: Are you ready to begin our sensor diagnostic?
Kim: Is it oh six hundred already? We've been playing all night.
Seven: Vulcan kal-toh.
Kim: For a game of logic, you'd be surprised at how addictive it is. Give 		me a few more minutes to figure this out.
Tuvok: You should attend to your duties, Ensign. I'll accept your forfeit.
Kim: No way. This is the closest I've ever come to beating you. I'm not giving up now.
Tuvok: Impressive.
Seven: Elementary spatial harmonics. Are you ready now?
Kim: Yeah, sure. I would've gotten that.
Kim: Is there anything you don't know?
Seven: I was Borg.
Kim: I was Borg. That's what you always say but what does it mean? You've got the 		knowledge of ten thousand species in your head?
Seven: Not exactly. Each drone's experiences are processed by the Collective. 		Only useful information is retained.
Kim: Still, that probably makes you the most intelligent human being alive.
Seven: Probably.
Kim: So what do you need the rest of us for? Forget I asked.
Kim: What was that?
Paris: We just dropped out of warp.
Chakotay: What's the problem?
Paris: We were hit by some kind of shockwave.
Chakotay: Source?
Paris: Checking.
Paris: Hold on. I just lost all my sensor readings. The computer's 		bringing up some kind of message, but I can't access it. You'd better take a look at this.
Chakotay: I see it.
Paris: What is it?
Chakotay: I have no idea. My command codes aren't working. The computer says I have 		insufficient clearance to access the message. We can't function like this. 		I'm going to get Harry up here to trace the source.
Janeway: Don't do anything. I'll take care of this.
Janeway: Send all sensor data 		about the particle wave to my ready room. Tom, disengage engines and hold position here.
Chakotay: Captain, what's going on?
Janeway: I can't explain right now. Don't discuss any of this with the rest of the crew. 		I'll have further instructions for you soon.
Janeway: Computer, seal the doors to this room. No entry without my authorisation.
Computer: Doors are sealed.
Janeway: Access secured datafile Omega one.
Computer: Voiceprint confirmed. State clearance code.
Janeway: Janeway one one five three red. Clearance level ten.
Computer: Confirmed. Sensors have detected the Omega phenomenon within 		one point two light years of this vessel. Implement the Omega 		Directive immediately. All other priorities have been rescinded.
Janeway: Display sensor data.
Chakotay: I've been informed this is a highly classified mission. 		Information will be provided on a need-to-know basis. Captain's orders.
Torres: Classified? By who? We're sixty thousand light years from Starfleet.
Chakotay: Like I said. Need to know. B'Elanna, she wants you to installl multiphasic 		shielding around the warp core.
Torres: I've never seen this shield configuration. I'd like to run a couple of 		computer simulations to make sure it's stable.
Chakotay: No time. She needs this done by eleven hundred hours.
Torres: Eleven hundred? I don't think that's possible.
Chakotay: Make it possible.
Seven: Are we attempting to protect the core from some form of subspace radiation?
Chakotay: I don't know any more than you do.
Seven: It will be difficult to complete the task without more data.
Chakotay: The data you've got will have to do. Tom, start modifying a 		shuttlecraft to withstand extreme thermal stress. Twelve thousand Kelvins, at least.
Paris: Aye, sir.
Torres: Does all this have anything to do with that secret message the Captain received?
Chakotay: What have you heard?
Torres: Rumors, mainly. Janeway's been locked in her ready room for the 		past sixteen hours. Something about an Omega Directive.
Seven: Omega?
Paris: Ring a bell?
Chakotay: Look, the speculation ends right here. Now, I expect you to 		carry out your assignments with a minimum of gossip, understood? 		I know it's hard not to wonder. Frankly, I'm curious myself, but 		the captain was very adamant about this. Get going. The captain wants to see you.
Seven: I thought she might.
Janeway: Come in. What do you know about the Omega Directive?
Seven: Everything you do, most likely.
Janeway: I thought as much. The Borg assimilated Starfleet captains. 		You would possess all of their knowledge.
Seven: That's correct. Do you intend to carry out the Directive?
Janeway: Yes.
Seven: Then sensors have detected the molecule.
Janeway: So it would appear. But we have to confirm it.
Seven: We?
Janeway: You're going to help me carry out the Directive. Protocol 		forbids me from discussing this mission with any of my crew, but 		since you already know about it, my choice is to either work with 		you or confine you to quarters.
Seven: Perhaps you should do the latter. I will not help you destroy Omega. It should be harnessed.
Janeway: That's impossible.
Seven: The Borg believe otherwise.
Janeway: Explain.
Seven: On one occasion, we were able to create a single Omega molecule. We kept it 		stable for one trillionth of a nanosecond before it destabilized. We didn't 		have enough boronite ore left to synthesize more, but the knowledge we gained allowed us to 		refine our theories.
Janeway: The Borg have been waiting for the chance to test them out.
Seven: Yes. But we never found another source of the ore. Until now.
Janeway: Sorry, but if someone out there is experimenting with Omega, I'm under 		orders to stop them. Otherwise, this entire quadrant would be at risk.
Seven: Those orders were issued as a result of Starfleet's ignorance and fear. 		I can alleviate your ignorance. As for your fear
Janeway: Sometimes fear should be respected, Seven. Tell me, how many Borg were sacrificed during this experiment?
Seven: Twenty nine vessels, six hundred thousand drones. But that is irrelevant.
Janeway: Not to me, not to my crew, and not to the people who live in this 		quadrant. I'm going to neutralize this threat, Seven, with or without your help.
Seven: I will assist you.
Janeway: You will?
Seven: I have waited many years to observe this molecule firsthand. 		I will not deny myself this experience.
Janeway: All right. Go back to your cargo bay, assemble all the data you have about 		Omega. I'll expect a report within the hour. I didn't realize you had such a strong scientific curiosity.
Seven: Not curiosity. Desire.
Janeway: Desire?
Seven: Omega is infinitely complex, yet harmonious. 		To the Borg it represents perfection. I wish to understand that perfection.
Janeway: The Borg's Holy Grail.
Seven: Captain?
Janeway: Never mind. I'll see you in an hour.
Emh: Arithrazine? What for?
Janeway: I'm going on an away mission.
Emh: What are you planning to do, stroll through a supernova?
Janeway: Something like that. Twenty milligrams. When can you have it ready?
Emh: Captain, arithrazine is used for the most severe cases of theta radiation 		poisoning. A physician must be present to monitor the treatment.
Janeway: That won't be possible.
Emh: Then I'm afraid I can't accommodate you. I'd be in violation of 		Starfleet Medical Protocols.
Janeway: Well, I'm overriding those protocols.
Emh: Don't tell me. The Omega Directive, whatever that might be.
Janeway: The arithrazine, Doctor.
Emh: It'll be ready in the morning.
Janeway: Have it sent to the shuttlebay.
Emh: Captain, I don't know what's going on here but I'd hate this 		to be the last time I ever see you. Please be careful.
Janeway: I will.
Seven: I've analyzed the sensor logs using Borg algorithms. The shockwave 		we detected indicates not one but possibly hundreds of Omega molecules.
Janeway: Location?
Seven: Within ten light years. I'm having difficulty isolating the exact star system.
Janeway: Hundreds of molecules? That changes everything.
Seven: A shuttle mission may be insufficient. We require the resources of this entire crew.
Janeway: We're going to need more firepower, more protection. Transfer your data to the Astrometrics lab. 		I'll work on it there.
Tuvok: Calibration complete. Phase modulator. Detonator circuits?
Kim: On standby.
Tuvok: We're ready to load the gravimetric charge.
Kim: This looks like enough for a fifty isoton explosion.
Tuvok: Fifty four, to be exact.
Kim: What are we planning to do, blow up a small planet?
Tuvok: I don't know.
Kim: This warhead isn't standard issue. Who designed it, the captain?
Janeway: Mister Kim, you ask too many questions. Change of plans, gentlemen. Increase the charge to eighty isotons.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Harry, when you're done here, give B'Elanna a hand with the shuttlecraft. 		She's reinforcing the hull.
Kim: Right.
Kim: Ensign Hickman thinks it's species eight four seven two.
Tuvok: Pardon me?
Kim: That's his theory. There's an opening in fluidic space, and Captain Janeway 		has to shut it down. Want to know what I think?
Tuvok: No.
Kim: I think there's a type six protostar out there, and the captain's planning on detonating it and opening up a wormhole to the Alpha Quadrant. In theory, it's possible. And because she doesn't want to get our hopes up, she's not telling anybody.
Tuvok: Then I wouldn't suggest getting your hopes up.
Kim: Then what do you think it is?
Tuvok: I do not engage in idle speculation.
Kim: Oh, come on, Tuvok. Aren't you curious?
Tuvok: Yes, but we have a task at hand. The phase modulator.
Janeway: Come in. Status report?
Chakotay: Everything's going according to schedule.
Janeway: Good. The Omega Directive doesn't allow me to say much but I want 		you to know what to expect. At oh six hundred hours, I'll be leaving in a shuttle with Seven of Nine.
Chakotay: Would it be out of line to ask where you're going?
Janeway: I can tell you this. One of two things is going to happen. 		Either Seven and I will succeed on our mission, and return within a few 		days, or your long range sensors will detect a large explosion in subspace. 		If that occurs, you'll have less than ten seconds to jump to warp 		and get the hell out of here. Head for the Alpha Quadrant and don't look back, understood?
Chakotay: I always thought Starfleet was run by duty-crazed bureaucrats, but 		I find it hard to believe that even they would order a captain to go on a suicide 		mission. This shuttle excursion is your idea, isn't it?
Janeway: Let's just say I've had to amend the Directive, given the circumstances, 		But you have your orders and I expect you to follow them.
Chakotay: That's expecting a lot. You're asking me to abandon my captain and closest 		friend without even telling me why.
Janeway: If it were a simple matter of trust I wouldn't hesitate to tell you, but we've 		encountered situations where information was taken from us by force. I can't allow 		knowledge of Omega to go beyond Voyager.
Chakotay: That's a reasonable argument, but you're not always a reasonable woman. 		You're determined to protect this crew, and this time you've taken it too far. 		A dangerous mission? Fine, I'll acknowledge that, but isn't it more likely to 		succeed with everyone behind you, working together?
Janeway: Ordinarily, I'd agree. But this Directive was issued many years ago, 		and Starfleet didn't exactly have our predicament in mind. Lost in the Delta 		Quadrant, with no backup. I can't ignore the orders, but I won't ask the crew to risk 		their lives because of my obligation.
Chakotay: My obligation. That's where you're wrong. Voyager may be alone out here, 		but you're not. Let us help you. We'll keep classified information limited to the 		senior staff. We'll take every security precaution. Just don't try to do this alone.
Janeway: Assemble the troops.
Janeway: If we were in the Alpha Quadrant right now, we wouldn't be having 		this conversation. I'd be in contact with Starfleet 		Command, and they'd send in a specialized team to deal with the crisis. 		In their absence, we're going to have to make do with the training I've received, 		and the knowledge Seven of Nine has retained from the Borg. You've all 		seen this symbol. Omega, the last letter of the Greek alphabet. 		Chosen by Starfleet to represent a 		threat not only to the Federation, but to the entire galaxy. 		Only starship captains and Federation Flag Officers have been 		briefed on the nature of this threat. What you're about to hear 		will not go beyond these bulkheads, is that clear? Good.
Janeway: This is Omega.
Paris: A molecule?
Janeway: Not just any molecule. The most powerful substance known to exist. 		A single Omega molecule contains the same energy as a warp core. 		In theory, a small chain of them could sustain a civilization. The 		molecule was first synthesized over a hundred years ago, by a Starfleet 		physicist named Ketteract. I think he was hoping to develop an inexhaustible power source.
Seven: Or a weapon.
Janeway: Ketteract managed to synthesize a single molecule particle of Omega, 		but it only existed for a fraction of a second before it destabilized.
Jaeway: This was 		a classified research station in the Lantaru Sector. Ketteract and one hundred 		twenty six of the Federation's leading scientists were lost in the accident. 		Rescue teams attempting to reach the site 		discovered an unexpected secondary effect. There were subspace 		ruptures extending out several light years.
Paris: The Lantaru Sector. It's impossible to create a stable warp field there. 		You can only fly through it at sublight speeds. I was always told that 		was a natural phenomenon. You're saying it was caused by a single molecule of this stuff?
Janeway: Omega destroys subspace. A chain reaction involving a handful of molecules 		could devastate subspace throughout an entire Quadrant. If that were to happen, 		warp travel would become impossible. Space-faring civilization as we know it would 		cease to exist. When Starfleet realized Omega's power, they suppressed all knowledge of it.
Emh: Have you detected Omega here, in the Delta Quadrant?
Janeway: I'm afraid so. I've been authorized to use whatever means necessary to destroy it. Tom, 		I've calculated the location of the molecules. I'll transfer the coordinates 		to the helm. Take us there at full impulse.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: I don't have to tell you what's at stake. If a large-scale Omega 		explosion occurs, we will lose the ability to go to warp forever. We've got our work cut out for us.
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. Encrypt log entry. We're approaching the star system where we believe we'll find Omega. I have to admit, I have never been this apprehensive about a mission. I know how Einstein must have felt about the atom bomb, or Marcus when she developed the Genesis device. They watched helplessly as science took a destructive course. But I have the chance to prevent that from happening. I just hope it's not too late.
Janeway: Status report?
Seven: This is a harmonic resonance chamber. The Borg designed it to contain and stabilize Omega.
Janeway: I thought I asked you to work on the photon torpedo.
Seven: The torpedo may be insufficient. I can modify this chamber to emit an inverse frequency. 		It will be enough to dissolve Omega's interatomic bonds.
Janeway: Here's to Borg ingenuity. This is excellent work, Seven. We may need this.
Seven: The modifications require several complex calculations. Assist me.
Janeway: I guess I will. I'm curious. When did the Borg discover Omega?
Seven: Two hundred twenty nine years ago.
Janeway: Assimilation?
Seven: Yes, of thirteen different species.
Janeway: Thirteen?
Seven: It began with Species two six two. They were primitive, but their 		oral history referred to a powerful substance which could burn the sky. 		The Borg were intrigued, which led them to Species two six three. They too 		were primitive, and believed it was a drop of blood from their Creator.
Janeway: Fascinating.
Seven: Yes, but irrelevant. We followed this trail of myth for many years until 		finally assimilating a species with useful scientific data. We then created the molecule ourselves.
Janeway: Omega caused quite a stir among my own species. Federation cosmologists 		had a theory that the molecule once existed in nature for an infinitesimal period 		of time at the exact moment of the Big Bang. Some claimed Omega was the primal source of 		energy for the explosion that began our universe.
Seven: A creation myth like any other.
Janeway: Perhaps. What is it the Borg say? That Omega is perfect?
Seven: Yes.
Janeway: Is that a theory or a belief.
Chakotay: Bridge to Captain.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Chakotay: We're approaching the coordinates.
Janeway: I'm on my way. I'm leaving this project in your hands. Use whatever resources and personnel you need.
Seven: Understood.
Chakotay: We've entered a planetary system.
Janeway: Inhabited?
Chakotay: There's a pre-warp civilization on the outermost planet. The 		source of Omega seems to be further in.
Paris: The damage to subspace in this region is extreme. We won't 		be able to go to warp.
Tuvok: We're encountering distortions.
Janeway: Track their origin.
Tuvok: An M class moon. We're in visual range.
Janeway: On screen.
Tuvok: There's a subnucleonic reaction occurring in the upper atmosphere. 		It is apparently emanating from a structure on the moon's surface.
Janeway: Can your sensors penetrate the atmosphere?
Kim: Stand by.
Janeway: My God.
Kim: Over three hundred thousand square kilometers destroyed.
Janeway: Scan the structure. Are there any Omega molecules remaining?
Tuvok: I can't tell. Several sections of the outpost are still shielded.
Kim: I'm detecting lifesigns.
Chakotay: How many?
Kim: A few dozen maybe. It's hard to get a clear reading.
Janeway: Harry, can we transport to the surface?
Kim: I can get you there, but conditions in the structure aren't good. 		There are high levels of radiation.
Janeway: Tuvok, assemble a rescue team and have them report to Sickbay for arithrazine 		inoculations. Tell the Doctor to prepare for casualties. Tom, move Voyager into a high orbit, 		and then join the away team. We'll need a field medic.
Paris: Yes, ma'am.
Chakotay: You're going with them?
Janeway: If Omega's still down there, I have to find it. I'll keep an 		open comm. link with the ship. You have the bridge.
Janeway: I'm picking up Omega's resonance frequency. It's here but I can't pinpoint a 		location.
Janeway: I need to ask you questions about the experiments you've been conducting here.
Allos: There was an accident. We lost containment.
Janeway: The substance you were trying to create. Did any of it survive the explosion?
Allos: Yes.
Janeway: Where?
Allos: Inside the primary test chamber. Who are you?
Janeway: Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager. We're here to help you. 		Away team to Voyager. Two to beam directly to Sickbay.
Chakotay: Aye, Captain.
Tuvok: This door is solid duritanium, thirteen centimeters thick.
Janeway: Can we get it open?
Tuvok: The duritanium has melted into the door frame. We'll need to 		cut through the metal with phasers.
Janeway: Do it.
Tuvok: Captain, I'd be negligent if I didn't point out that we're 		about to violate the Prime Directive.
Janeway: For the duration of this mission the Prime Directive has been 		rescinded. Let's get this over with.
Seven: Crewman Dell, I'm assigning you a task more suited to your abilities. 		Calibrate the ionic pressure seals on the observation ports. 		Your new designation is Three of Ten.
Dell: Yes, ma'am.
Neelix: I've got more isolinear processors for you to installl.
Kim: Thanks, but I need to get the power relays online first.
Neelix: Are you sure that's a good idea? Ensign Wildman was assigned to that.
Kim: This is ridiculous. I'm not going to waste time just because Seven wants to 		turn this team into her own private Collective.
Neelix: She says it's more efficient.
Kim: Maybe for a bunch of Drones.
Seven: Six of Ten, this is not your assignment.
Kim: Please, stop calling me that.
Seven: You are compromising our productivity. I'm reassigning you to 		chamber maintenance. Your new designation is Two of Ten.
Kim: Wait a minute, you're demoting me? Since when do the Borg pull rank?
Seven: A Starfleet protocol I adapted. I find it most useful.
Kim: I'm glad you're not the captain.
Chakotay: How's it coming?
Seven: The crew can be quite efficient when properly organized. 		The harmonic chamber will be completed within the hour.
Chakotay: Good. I'll let the captain know.
Seven: Has she retrieved any new data from the surface?
Chakotay: Not yet. They're still trying to access the primary test chamber.
Seven: Were there survivors?
Chakotay: A few. The Doctor's treating them in Sickbay.
Kim: Commander. Seven's taking this hive mentality just a little too far. 		Designated functions, numbered Drones. I wouldn't be surprised if she 		started plugging us into alcoves.
Chakotay: When in the Collective, Harry, adapt.
Seven: Which of them is the senior researcher?
Emh: This gentleman. Why do you ask?
Seven: He has knowledge I require.
Emh: He also happens to be barely conscious. Come back in an hour.
Seven: Unacceptable.
Emh: Unavoidable. This is my sickbay. The man needs to recover.
Seven: The Captain left me in charge of our efforts on Voyager. I would be negligent 		if I ignored a source of new information.
Emh: Our next social skills seminar is entitled Adding Diplomatic Flair To 		Future Negotiations. How are you feeling, sir?
Allos: Better, thank you.
Emh: Are you comfortable enough to speak with this individual?
Emh: Keep it brief.
Seven: How many of the molecules were you able to synthesize?
Allos: Two hundred million? I'm not certain.
Seven: What is the isofrequency of your containment field?
Allos: One point six eight terahertz. We used the molecule's 		own resonance to calculate the field.
Seven: That should have been enough to stabilize them.
Allos: Obviously, it wasn't.
Seven: Obviously. But your approach is innovative. Perhaps I can adapt your 		technique and improve upon it. You will assist me.
Allos: Our equipment was destroyed. If you can transfer the molecules to your 		ship, maybe they can be saved.
Seven: I have no intention of saving them.
Allos: What?
Seven: My orders are to destroy the Omega molecules.
Allos: This is my life's work. The salvation of my people!
Seven: Will you assist me or not?
Allos: Our resources are nearly gone. The future of my people depends on this discovery.
Seven: Then your answer is no.
Allos: Small-minded creatures. You destroy whatever you don't understand! 		Rescue ships are on the way. They won't let you do it.
Emh: Please, try to be calm. Seven, you'll have to leave.
Allos: You don't realize what you're doing. You don't know what this is, what this means.
Seven: On the contrary. I understand perfectly.
Tuvok: We've disabled the locking mechanism.
Janeway: Narrow your phaser beams to cut through the inner seal.
Tuvok: Inadvisable. We'd risk penetrating the containment field.
Janeway: Then we'll have to use some elbow grease. Give me a hand. Right.
Janeway: There's enough here to wipe out subspace across half the quadrant.
Tuvok: I'll order the away teams back to Voyager and target this 		facility with the gravimetric charge.
Janeway: It won't be enough. We'll have to go with our Borg option. Ensign.
Ensign: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: Return to the ship. Tell Commander Chakotay to help Seven complete the harmonic chamber. 		We'll have to transport Omega directly to the ship. That means finding 		a way to shut down this containment field.
Tuvok: It's unfortunate we can't study this phenomenon in more detail. 		We may not have the opportunity again.
Janeway: Let's hope we never do.
Tuvok: A curious statement from a woman of science.
Janeway: I'm also a woman who occasionally knows when to quit. Take 		another look at your tricorder. Omega's too dangerous. I won't risk half 		the quadrant to satisfy our curiosity. It's arrogant, and it's irresponsible. 		The final frontier has some boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, and we're looking at one.
Seven: We don't need to destroy the molecules. I believe I've found a way to stabilize them. 		The alien in Sickbay calibrated his containment field using Omega's own resonance, 		an approach unknown to the Borg. I have modified this chamber
Chakotay: Those weren't your orders. The Captain wants Omega eliminated.
Seven: That is still an option, if she insists on yielding to her fear.
Chakotay: Show me what you've done.
Seven: This simulation shows the molecules in their free state, highly unstable. 		I've modified the chamber to emit a harmonic waveform that will dampen the molecules.
Chakotay: Looks great, in theory, but this is only a simulation. How are you going to test it?
Seven: On Omega.
Chakotay: Bad idea. One mistake, and no one will be around for a second try.
Seven: It will work.
Chakotay: Someday, maybe. Hang on to your research. For now, we stick to the plan. 		Stand by to transport the molecules into this chamber and neutralize them as ordered.
Seven: I have been a member of this crew for nine months. In all of that time, 		I have never made a personal request. I am making one now. Allow me to proceed. Please.
Chakotay: Why is this so important to you?
Seven: Particle zero one zero. The Borg designation for what you call Omega. 		Every Drone is aware of its existence. We were instructed to assimilate it 		at all costs. It is perfection. The molecules exist in a flawless state. 		Infinite parts functioning as one.
Chakotay: Like the Borg.
Seven: Precisely. I am no longer Borg, but I still need to understand that 		perfection. Without it, my existence will never be complete. 		Commander, you are a spiritual man.
Chakotay: That's right.
Seven: If you had the chance to see your God, your Great Spirit, 		what would you do?
Chakotay: I'd pursue it, with all my heart.
Seven: Then you understand.
Chakotay: I think I do. I'll inform the captain of your discovery. 		For now, her orders stand.
Seven: Thank you.
Janeway: Set the confinement beam to its narrowest dispersion.
Tuvok: Understood.
Janeway: We'll target this facility with the gravimetric torpedo. 		If anything goes wrong during transport, that'll be our only hope.
Chakotay: Bridge to Janeway. We've detected two ships on an intercept course. 		They're not responding to hails.
Janeway: How long until they get here?
Paris: Less than four minutes, Captain.
Janeway: Standby to transport the
Janeway: Molecules directly to the harmonic chamber.
Chakotay: Understood. Bridge to
Chakotay: Cargo bay.
Seven: Yes, Commander.
Chakotay: Seven, get ready.
Chakotay: We'll have to do this quickly.
Seven: That's not advisable.
Chakotay: We don't have a choice.
Chakotay: The alien ships are on their way.
Seven: Then I recommend moving the ship within five thousand kilometers of the surface.
Paris: That'll take us right into the atmosphere.
Paris: With our shields down, we won't withstand the thermal reaction for more than a few seconds.
Chakotay: Then we'll only get one shot at this. Take us in.
Paris: Aye, sir.
Chakotay: Transporter status?
Kim: Targeting scanners are locked.
Chakotay: Captain, are you ready?
Tuvok: Pattern enhancers are active.
Janeway: Do it.
Paris: We're eleven thousand kilometers from the surface. If we get much closer, we'll incinerate.
Kim: We're losing structural integrity.
Paris: Nine thousand kilometers.
Janeway: We're close enough. Energize.
Chakotay: Initiating transport.
Seven: The Omega molecules are stable.
Seven: Transport was successful.
Kim: I've got the away team in transporter room two.
Chakotay: Get us out of here, maximum impulse.
Paris: Already on it.
Chakotay: How far away are those ships?
Paris: They're right on our tail.
Chakotay: We're heading into an area of open space. No indications of life or 		any kind of technology. We can carry out the procedure with no risk to anyone else.
Paris: Except those two ships behind us.
Janeway: Can we stay ahead of them?
Paris: Not for long.
Chakotay: How soon can we clear the subspace ruptures and go to warp?
Paris: Ten, maybe fifteen minutes. But those ships will catch up to us before then.
Janeway: Well we have one advantage. We've got Omega. They won't risk firing at us. 		At least not until they run out of options. 		That should give us a chance to neutralize the molecules.
Chakotay: Captain, we might have another problem.
Janeway: Seven of Nine?
Chakotay: She's convinced she can stabilize Omega.
Janeway: I thought we'd settled that question.
Chakotay: While you were on the surface, she showed me a pretty 		convincing simulation of how it could be done.
Janeway: I should have known she wouldn't just let this go. I'll be in Cargo Bay two.
Janeway: Seven, the procedure?
Seven: It's working. Eleven percent of the molecules have already been neutralized.
Janeway: Let's see if we can speed up the process a little.
Seven: Did Chakotay tell you about my idea?
Janeway: Yes.
Seven: Then you will allow me to stabilize the remaining molecules.
Janeway: You know I can't do that.
Seven: Your Starfleet Directive is no longer relevant. I have found a way to control Omega.
Janeway: I don't care if you can make it sing and dance. We're getting rid of it.
Seven: A foolish decision.
Janeway: Yes, but it's mine to make. Now step aside.
Seven: I could have done this without your permission, but I chose to 		follow your command structure. I should have made the attempt. I still can.
Janeway: But you won't. You know I'm not trying to stop you from finding 		perfection, but I can't risk the safety of this Quadrant. 		Omega must end here. We both know that. Status?
Seven: Eighteen percent.
Janeway: This could take hours. Can you increase the harmonic resonance?
Seven: Yes. but it would rupture the chamber.
Janeway: How many molecules would we neutralize?
Seven: Forty, fifty percent at best.
Janeway: That's good enough. Our torpedo can take care of the rest. Janeway to bridge.
Chakotay: Chakotay here.
Janeway: Chakotay, I want you to clear deck four. Put emergency forcefields 		around this section. Prepare to decompress Cargo Bay two on my command.
Chakotay: Understood.
Janeway: Tuvok, load the gravimetric torpedo. Once we've jettisoned the chamber, fire.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Harmonic resonance to maximum.
Paris: Commander, they're closing on us.
Tuvok: They're attempting to stop us with a tractor beam.
Chakotay: Adjust shields to compensate.
Kim: They're hailing us.
Chakotay: On screen.
Alien Captain: Disengage your engines and prepare to be boarded.
Chakotay: I can't do that.
Alien Captain: You've stolen our technology, abducted our people.
Chakotay: Your people are safe. They're receiving medical care. 		I'll be glad to get them back to you when this is over. But we're keeping the molecules.
Alien Captain: I won't allow this substance to fall into enemy hands. I'll destroy it first.
Tuvok: They're charging weapons.
Chakotay: You'll destabilize the molecules. We'll both be destroyed.
Alien Captain: Then return our technology. Now.
Chakotay: I'm sorry. That's not possible.
Tuvok: Direct hit. Shields down ten percent.
Chakotay: Evasive maneuvers. Try to shake them off.
Seven: Harmonic resonance at maximum, Captain.
Janeway: The molecules?
Seven: Eighty percent remaining.
Janeway: We need to get that down to sixty.
Seven: Any damage to our power grid could overload the chamber. Omega would chain react.
Janeway: The same thought crossed my mind. Where are we now?
Seven: Seventy two percent.
Janeway: That's close enough, Bridge, start the decompression sequence.
Chakotay: Acknowledged.
Janeway: What's wrong? What's happening?
Seven: The molecules are stabilizing.
Janeway: What?
Seven: I've done nothing. It's occurring spontaneously.
Janeway: That's impossible.
Computer: Decompression in thirty seconds. Decompression in twenty five seconds.
Janeway: Seven, let's move.
Computer: Decompression in twenty seconds.
Janeway: Seven!
Computer: Decompression in fifteen seconds.
Computer: Decompression in ten seconds.
Chakotay: Tom, are we clear of the subspace ruptures?
Paris: Almost.
Chakotay: I need maximum warp within ten seconds or we'll be stuck at ground zero.
Paris: Yes, sir.
Tuvok: Decompression is complete. The harmonic chamber has been jettisoned.
Chakotay: Fire!
Paris: We made it. We're at warp one.
Janeway: The alien ships?
Paris: Out of range.
Janeway: Tuvok?
Tuvok: Sensors show no traces of Omega molecules.
Janeway: Mission accomplished.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51793.4. We've arranged for our guests in Sickbay 		to be taken back to their homeworld, and we can finally put this mission 		behind us. This will be my last encrypted log concerning the 		Omega Directive. The classified datafiles will now be destroyed.
Janeway: I wondered who was running my program. Master da Vinci doesn't like visitors after midnight.
Seven: He protested. I deactivated him.
Janeway: What are you doing here, Seven?
Seven: This simulation contains many religious components. I was studying them to 		help me understand what I saw in Cargo Bay two.
Janeway: The data isn't clear why Omega stabilized in the last few seconds. 		The chances are it was simply a chaotic anomaly, nothing more.
Seven: For three point two seconds I saw perfection. When Omega stabilized, 		I felt a curious sensation. As I was watching it, it seemed to be watching me. 		The Borg have assimilated many species with mythologies to explain such moments of 		clarity. I've always dismissed them as trivial. Perhaps I was wrong.
Janeway: If I didn't know you better, I'd say you just had your first spiritual experience.


Kim: When the Captain told us to start collecting deuterium, Seven suggested a series of modifications to the Bussard collectors. The problem is I didn't realize the extent of the modifications until after we'd begun the sweep. I mean, not that there was anything wrong with them, in fact efficiency is up twenty three percent
Chakotay: In a nutshell, Harry.
Kim: The collectors are almost full, but I can't tell exactly how full until I realign my sensors with Seven's.
Chakotay: Why didn't you just say so? Next time, work closer with her from the start.
Kim: Closer. Right.
Paris: So, you're going to realign your sensors with Seven's. Sounds like fun.
Kim: Very funny.
Paris: What was that?
Chakotay: Are you getting feedback from Seven's modifications?
Kim: Negative.
Janeway: Report.
Tuvok: I am picking up proton surges just outside the ship. The first was off the port beam and the second two were off the starboard bow.
Janeway: On screen. There's nothing out there.
Paris: Whatever it is, it's getting closer.
Janeway: Red alert. Janeway to Astrometrics.
Seven: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: Use the Astrometrics sensors to scan for the disturbance.
Seven: I'm detecting close range weapons fire.
Janeway: Source?
Seven: Proton surges suggest two cloaked ships engaged in battle.
Kim: With us caught in the middle.
Janeway: Evasive maneuvers.
Paris: Aye, sir.
Chakotay: There's a massive power surge, like one of the ships is exploding.
Tuvok: Captain, there is one life sign aboard that vessel.
Tuvok: It is no longer on our sensors.
Kim: We're being hailed, audio only.
Janeway: Let's hear it.
Kellin: Chakotay, please, I need your help.
Kellin: Chakotay, are you reading me? Please answer.
Chakotay: This is Commander Chakotay. Who are you?
Kellin: Please, anyone on Voyager, if you can hear me, I need help.
Tuvok: There has been an explosion on the vessel.
Kim: The hull is destabilizing. Life support is offline.
Janeway: Beam her directly to Sickbay.
Kim: Targeting her coordinates. I've lost her. Trying again. I don't understand, I get a clear lock, then it drops out.
Chakotay: If we can get an away team over there, we could stabilize her ship and tractor it in.
Janeway: Do it.
Chakotay: Tom, Tuvok, let's find out what's going on.
Tuvok: Environmental systems are not functioning. Oxygen levels are dangerously low.
Chakotay: Tom, try to get life support online.
Tuvok: No lifesigns.
Chakotay: See if you can stabilize the hull. I'll look for the pilot. Hello? Can you hear me?
Kellin: Chakotay, is it you?
Chakotay: Yes. I'm going to get this bulkhead off you.
Kellin: But the beam will fall.
Chakotay: I'm going to pry the bulkhead off you. When I say now, get ready to roll out of there like your life depended on it.
Kellin: All right.
Chakotay: Ready?
Kellin: Yes.
Chakotay: Now!
Kellin: I knew you'd come.
Chakotay: Do I know you? Chakotay to Voyager, two to beam directly to Sickbay.
Janeway: How is she?
Emh: I'm not certain. When I scan her, the readings won't stay in the database. Luckily, I'm a master of visual diagnosis. She has a minor concussion and a compound tibular fracture. Nothing life-threatening. I can repair the damage.
Janeway: Did you find out how she knows you?
Chakotay: Not yet.
Kellin: No. I can't.
Emh: She's coming around. Don't be frightened. You're quite safe here.
Kellin: Captain, please, I need asylum. You must let me stay on your ship, and we've got to get away from here. They'll be coming after me.
Janeway: Slow down a minute. I have a few questions first. Who are you, and how do you know my First Officer?
Kellin: It's a complicated story. I'm not, I'm not sure quite how to begin. But if you don't give me asylum, they're going to track me down and they're going to take me back. And I don't want to go.
Janeway: We won't turn you over to anyone without knowing the whole story.
Kellin: Thank you.
Janeway: Chakotay. I want you to stay with her. She seems to trust you. Maybe you'll be able to find out what this is all about.
Chakotay: I hope so.
Janeway: Keep me informed.
Emh: Once I've repaired the fracture, she'll need some bed rest.
Kellin: Will you stay with me?
Chakotay: Of course.
Kellin: Then I'll be fine.
Emh: There, that should do it. I'd ask you to monitor her vital signs, but since they aren't registering, I suppose there's no point. Well, I have several days' worth of inoculation records to catalog. I suppose I'll get to it.
Kellin: Is he gone?
Chakotay: Yes.
Kellin: Then we're alone.
Chakotay: In a manner of speaking. Can you start clearing up a few things now?
Kellin: I'll try. It's complicated. You see, we've met before.
Chakotay: If that were true, I'm sure I'd remember.
Kellin: No, you wouldn't. You couldn't. You see, the memories of my people can't be held in the minds of other races. When we encounter others, which we do infrequently, they remember us for a few hours, but then the memories fade away. We're completely forgotten by the next day.
Chakotay: Is this done through technology? Telepathy?
Kellin: It's a factor of our biology. You see, our bodies produce a sort of pheromone which blocks the long-term memory engrams of others.
Chakotay: Is that why the tricorder can't scan you? Why we couldn't get a transporter lock?
Kellin: We're impervious to those sort of devices.
Chakotay: Your ships are cloaked as well.
Kellin: When you live a covert existence, you develop technology to enhance it.
Chakotay: But you say we've met before.
Kellin: About a month ago. I spent several weeks here.
Chakotay: Several weeks?
Kellin: You and I worked closely together. You helped me a great deal. Then I left, knowing that you would forget everything about me.
Chakotay: Then why did you come back? Why the battle? Why ask us for asylum?
Kellin: I know you want everything in a nutshell. That's the way you work. But I have to tell you the whole story before it will make sense.
Chakotay: Fine. I'm listening.
Kellin: I came back because I fell in love with you.
Chakotay: She comes from Ramura. It's a closed society that won't tolerate anybody trying to leave. Apparently, she was disenchanted with that and wanted out. They're trying to bring her back. That's why she's asking for asylum.
Tuvok: But you say that she claims she was on Voyager before this.
Chakotay: About a month ago. She says she's a Tracer, a kind of bounty hunter who tracks down people who try to leave their world. She found a runaway hiding on Voyager.
Kim: She was here, but nobody remembers it?
Chakotay: That's what she says, but I think we have to find a way to verify her story.
Paris: I was looking at her ship. It uses a sophisticated polarization technique that causes our sensor scans to pass right through it. She could have been shadowing us for quite a while.
Kim: And learnt enough about us to convince us she's been here before.
Janeway: But why? Why go to that trouble? And what about the battle with that other cloaked ship? She put herself in danger, when it would have been a lot easier simply to ask for asylum.
Chakotay: I agree. But I think we have to make sure she doesn't have some hidden agenda. If she was here there should be some evidence of it. She said a computer virus was planted to wipe all references to her being here, but I have to believe we can at least turn up some evidence of tampering. Harry, Tuvok, Tom. Do the same with her ship. See if the navigational logs support what she's saying.
Janeway: Gentlemen. I agree we should take precautions, but you seem very suspicious of her.
Chakotay: I want to make sure we're not being manipulated.
Janeway: I agree. If we grant her asylum, we'll be in the position of having to protect her. If we're going to commit to that, we should certainly find out if she's telling the truth. I'd appreciate your thoughts on that.
Chakotay: Aye, Captain.
Seven: I have successfully downloaded the navigational logs from your vessel.
Kellin: Good. Now compare them with your own logs over the last two months.
Tuvok: Display Voyager's route towards the Alpha Quadrant.
Kellin: Now overlay my route. There, you see. Our ships traveled together for at least two weeks.
Seven: You could have falsified your navigational logs.
Tuvok: There's no proof that you ever came aboard Voyager.
Kellin: That's what I always liked about you two. Such unyielding logic, such refreshing skepticism. Run a diagnostic on my logs. You'll find they haven't been altered.
Chakotay: How's it going?
Tuvok: Her story seems to be legitimate, but there are further steps to take.
Chakotay: Then take them. I thought you might like to get something to eat, unless your memories of our mess hall aren't good.
Kellin: As a matter of fact, I was quite fond of Neelix's food.
Chakotay: Now that's something that's hard to believe.
Seven: Commander Chakotay's face became flushed as he spoke with her. What does that signify?
Tuvok: I'd rather not engage in speculation. It is a dangerous pastime.
Neelix: I think our guest will enjoy this, Commander. Fried soy meal, buttered carrots, and a delightful almond pudding.
Kellin: Sounds wonderful.
Chakotay: Very nice. Thanks, Neelix.
Kellin: You were very diplomatic.
Chakotay: Why do you say that?
Kellin: You hate carrots, fried food upsets your stomach, and you refuse to eat pudding because you think it's slimy. Right?
Chakotay: I'm curious. When you were here before you said we worked together, but you also said you were here to retrieve a runaway. How was I involved?
Kellin: Aren't you more curious to hear about how we fell in love?
Chakotay: We? You said you were in love with me. You didn't say I felt the same way.
Kellin: If you hadn't returned the feelings, do you really think I would have taken such a terrible risk to get back to you?
Chakotay: Let's take it one step at a time. How did you get on our ship?
Kellin: That was easy. The hard part was looking for the runaway without anyone finding me. I managed two days on the ship before I triggered an intruder alert and lost my cloak.
Chakotay: And then what happened?
Kellin: And then I met you.
Chakotay: Wrong direction.
Kellin: I don't want to hurt you. Put your weapon down.
Chakotay: On my ship, I give the orders. Put yours down.
Kellin: I don't mean you any harm. You have a stowaway on board. I'll retrieve him and we'll be on our way.
Chakotay: That's not the way we do things here. Chakotay to Tuvok. I'm in cargo bay two. I have our intruder.
Tuvok: Understood, Commander.
Chakotay: You're about to find yourself outnumbered. If you want to give me your weapon and explain what's going on, I'll listen.
Kellin: I felt an attraction right away, but I couldn't afford to get distracted. I had work to do. And I didn't know if you felt it, too.
Chakotay: What happened next?
Kellin: You took me to Captain Janeway. I explained the situation. She didn't like the idea of a stowaway on her ship, so she told you and Tuvok to work with me to flush him out.
Chakotay: And did we?
Kellin: You keep trying to jump to the end. You're skipping all the parts about us.
Chakotay: And you keep trying to talk about your feelings. I'd rather you stick to the events, not the emotions surrounding them.
Kellin: Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?
Chakotay: I don't want to play this game. I've been assigned to talk to you, to figure out whether or not you're telling the truth. Even if you are, I have no memory of meeting you, and I certainly have no memory of feeling anything for you. You might remember a relationship between us, but as far as I'm concerned, it didn't exist.
Kellin: I see.
Chakotay: I'm sorry. I just want to make it clear how I feel.
Kellin: Of course.
Chakotay: Is there anything I can do for you?
Kellin: Can I have your pudding?
Chakotay: Gladly.
Kellin: Then you're forgiven.
Janeway: Chakotay and Kellin, report to the bridge immediately.
Kellin: It's the Tracers. They've found me.
Janeway: We don't detect any ships. I'm assuming these are your people in cloaked vessels.
Kellin: They've come to take me back.
Janeway: Harry, hail them.
Kellin: They won't answer.
Kim: She's right, Captain. No response. Their weapons are going through our shields as if they weren't there.
Janeway: Match shields to the frequency of their particle beams.
Kim: No effect.
Tuvok: Shield strength down to twenty nine percent.
Kellin: They'll keep firing until you surrender, or until I contact them and agree to come back.
Janeway: Do you still want to stay with us?
Kellin: Yes.
Janeway: All right. Tom, get us our of here.
Paris: That last volley damaged our propulsion systems. We have thrusters only.
Kellin: Captain, if you'll let me have access to your sensor systems, I can modify then to detect the ships.
Janeway: Do it. This is the moment, Chakotay. Either we give her up or we fire back. Which one is it?
Chakotay: Fire.
Kellin: I think you might be able to detect them now, but only for a minute or two.
Janeway: Harry.
Kim: Affirmative. Two heavily armed ships off the port bow.
Janeway: Can we get them on screen?
Kim: That's the best I can do.
Janeway: Tuvok, target their weapons systems.
Tuvok: Firing.
Janeway: Well done. Stand down Red alert. Well, it seems we've granted you asylum. Now you'll have to give some thought to what you want to do.
Kellin: I'd prefer to remain on board.
Janeway: Consider that carefully. We're headed for the Alpha Quadrant. Before long, we will be so far from your world that if you change your mind, you wouldn't be able to get back.
Kellin: I won't change my mind. But I must warn you. The Tracers won't give up that easily. Your ship is still at risk.
Janeway: Nothing we haven't faced before.
Kellin: I was only able to make a temporary modification to your sensors. If you let me access your Astrometrics processors, I could make that modification permanent.
Janeway: You'll need a command officer with you to override the security lock-outs.
Chakotay: I can do that, Captain.
Janeway: Go ahead. Tom, coordinate with Engineering to get the propulsion systems back online.
Paris: I'm on it, Captain.
Chakotay: We'll have to climb up to deck ten. Is something wrong?
Kellin: I can't relax until we're far enough away that they realize they can't get me back. And to my knowledge, that's never happened before.
Chakotay: There's always a first time.
Kellin: I have a high security clearance. They'll be afraid I'm going to do exactly what I'm about to do. Show you how to detect them.
Chakotay: Look at it this way. If they do figure out we can spot them, they might realize they aren't going to be able to take you back.
Kellin: You're such a kind person. That's what I remembered most. It's what made me turn around and come back. And sometime, you might be interested in hearing about our last night together.
Neelix: Evening, Commander. Craving a late night snack?
Chakotay: No. Something to help me sleep. Got any ideas?
Neelix: I know humans think warm milk will do it. Frankly, I find it repulsive.
Chakotay: I agree. What's available in the tea area?
Neelix: Herbal is best. I have several Terran varieties, as well as some more exotic blends.
Chakotay: Just mix me up whatever you think is the most relaxing.
Neelix: Problems? Forgive me. I wasn't trying to pry.
Chakotay: I know that. I'm just not sure how to answer you.
Neelix: How's our guest adapting to life on Voyager?
Chakotay: Quite well, I think.
Neelix: She must be happy to be here.
Chakotay: I'm sure she is.
Neelix: Forgive me, Commander, but sometimes it's best to be straightforward. It's obvious how she feels about you, to me at least. I see how she looks at you. Might that be the source of your consternation?
Chakotay: She says she, or rather we, fell in love when she was here before. Since I can't remember any of that, I don't know if it's true. But somehow, it's hard to believe.
Neelix: Why is that?
Chakotay: I don't know. It just doesn't seem like me. I'm still suspicious of her. I don't know if she's using me in some way just for her own purposes.
Neelix: You don't trust her.
Chakotay: Not really.
Neelix: May I suggest that maybe it's yourself you don't trust, your own feelings that you're afraid of. Sweet dreams.
Kellin: I couldn't sleep. I need to talk to you. May I come in? I was just wondering if you still had doubts about me, or if you believe what I told you about us?
Chakotay: Your story seems to have been verified. I believe you're telling the truth.
Kellin: And the rest of it? What about us? I'm not one to hold back, as you may have noticed, so I'll get to the point. I came here because of you. I knew you wouldn't remember me, but I was sure we could regain the feelings we had before. They were there. They were real. But now I'm not so sure. My being here puts this ship at risk. It's better for everyone if I go back to Ramura. So please be honest. If you feel nothing for me, just tell me, and I'll leave.
Chakotay: Don't go.
Kellin: It's called ice cream?
Chakotay: I'm surprised you didn't have any the last time you were here.
Kellin: I could eat this every day.
Chakotay: Then you should.
Kellin: Voyager's a very powerful ship, and very fast.
Chakotay: We've met people with ships that are faster and more powerful, but Voyager's always managed to be a match for the best of them.
Kellin: Ramuran vessels are fast. They could stay up with this ship.
Chakotay: Kellin, we'll keep you safe. That's a promise.
Kellin: A Tracer never goes home empty-handed. The disgrace would be too great. When I was here before, I'd been tracking that man for almost a year.
Chakotay: But you know all the tricks. You can use them against anyone who tries to come after you. You said you were going to tell me about our last night together.
Kellin: Let me show you. You were sitting here, in this chair, and I was here. And we were drinking something with bubbles.
Chakotay: Champagne?
Kellin: Yes, I wanted to celebrate. I'd caught my runaway that day with your help.
Chakotay: How was that?
Kellin: You came up with the idea of using a magneton sweep to disrupt his polarization cloak. We knew he'd be watching me closely so we tricked him.
Chakotay: I'm sorry you didn't get your fugitive.
Kellin: He must have jumped to another ship while Voyager was in orbit of Mikah last week. I'll find him eventually.
Chakotay: If you think we can be of any more help, let me know.
Kellin: Thank you, Commander. This is my problem. I'll handle it from now on. Just beam me back to my ship and I'll backtrack to Mikah. Goodbye, and thank you again.
Chakotay: Ready to energize.
Kellin: Hello, Resket. You were a real challenge.
Chakotay: I haven't had the chance to welcome you to Voyager. Too bad you'll be leaving so soon.
Kellin: We put him in the brig. Once I used the neurolytic emitter on him, he was only too happy to be going home again.
Chakotay: Neurolytic emitter?
Kellin: We use it on runaways. It wipes their memories of the outside world.
Chakotay: So we were celebrating?
Kellin: You'd become much more than a friend to me, but I knew I had to go home, and you'd forget about me within hours. So I took the initiative.
Chakotay: More than usual?
Kellin: Oh, yes. I moved closer to you. I thanked you profusely for all your help, told you that I couldn't have done it without you, and I touched you. I told you I, I cared very much for you and that I wanted something to remember you by. And then I did this.
Kellin: That's when I knew you felt the same way, But it didn't matter because I still had to go.
Chakotay: But now you don't.
Chakotay: If Kellin's going to be with us, the captain wants her to serve a function, to contribute in some way.
Tuvok: A reasonable expectation. What are her skills?
Chakotay: Basically, she was a security operative for her people. She's a trained expert in weaponry, surveillance, fighting skills. Any idea where she might fit in?
Tuvok: Mister Neelix could use an assistant in the mess hall.
Chakotay: Tuvok, that was a joke. Don't deny it. You were trying to be funny.
Tuvok: If you choose to interpret my remark as humorous, that is your decision.
Chakotay: I do, and it was.
Tuvok: It's perfectly logical. All the qualities you mentioned would help in defending Neelix against the periodic wrath of the crew.
Chakotay: Maybe so, but don't you think she'd be better off as a member of your security detail?
Tuvok: Perhaps. I'll assign her to a team and let her observe for a week. At the end of that time I'll evaluate her situation.
Chakotay: Good enough.
Tuvok: Commander, I've been giving some thought to the fact that the Ramuran ships might be in pursuit and could attack us again.
Chakotay: I've given that some thought myself.
Tuvok: Their proton weapons were particularly effective against us. If Kellin would work with Seven and Ensign Kim, perhaps we could devise a strategy to defend ourselves.
Chakotay: I'm sure she'll be happy to do that.
Tuvok: Have her report to Astrometrics at thirteen hundred hours.
Seven: I've downloaded data from our tactical logs. You can access it from this console.
Kellin: Our weapons are proton based particle beams, very tightly focused.
Kim: It's like being hit with thousands of needles.
Kellin: They can penetrate any shield even if the modulations are changed.
Kim: Very clever.
Kellin: No defense has ever stopped these weapons.
Kim: Then maybe we're about to make history.
Kellin: You've found a way to counteract them?
Kim: I think so. The trick is to scatter those beams a little, make it harder for them to penetrate the shields. I think we could do that by tying the baryon sensors into deflector control. Here's what I have in mind. Why don't you look this over and let me know what you think?
Kellin: I'll do it right away.
Kim: By the way, I hear Chakotay recommended you to Tuvok to serve on a security detail.
Kellin: I want to help out in some way.
Kim: A word of advice. Volunteer for beta squad. They're the best team. You'll learn a lot from them.
Kellin: I will. Thank you.
Seven: When you mentioned Commander Chakotay's name, she flushed. He did the same when he saw her.
Kim: What are you saying?
Seven: I suspect the Commander and Kellin are engaged in a courtship ritual. It seems an unnecessary and complicated precursor to the act of procreation.
Kim: I know you think so, but trust me, some people need those rituals.
Seven: Explain.
Kim: It's, it's usually considered a good idea if two people get to know each other a little before they become intimate.
Seven: Why is that?
Kim: Because it's more comfortable. You spend some time together, you laugh, you talk. That makes it easier to, to get closer.
Seven: But the end result is the same, is it not?
Kim: Well, I guess so.
Seven: Then I fail to see what is accomplished by all the talk.
Kim: Seven, if you don't get it, then I can't explain it to you.
Seven: Obviously.
Kellin: I should have known. They must have gotten somebody on board during the battle.
Chakotay: You're jumping to conclusions.
Kellin: No. There's a Tracer. He's here. He's come for me. That broken vase was a warning.
Chakotay: We'll protect you. I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
Kellin: It's too late.
Chakotay: No. We can use the same magneton sweep we used to flush out Resket. We'll find this one and send him on his way.
Curneth: I'm afraid I can't let that happen.
Kellin: Curneth, don't.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Security. Intruder alert, my quarters.
Kellin: Please, I beg you, don't do this.
Curneth: You know better than to ask that, Kellin.
Kellin: No!
Chakotay: Drop it. Drop it!
Curneth: You're too late. She's already beginning to forget everything that's happened here.
Chakotay: The Doctor says there's nothing he can do. Your recent memories have already begun to fade.
Kellin: Don't let this happen, please. Don't let this happen.
Chakotay: Do you have any idea how we can reverse the effect?
Kellin: Promise me. If I forget why I'm here, if I forget you, do what I did and you tell me all about us, and you'll help me to remember.
Chakotay: I will, but I'm going to try to do more than that.
Chakotay: Can the effects of the neurolytic emitter be reversed?
Curneth: Reversed? I have no idea. As far as I know, no one's ever tried.
Chakotay: Then I'll be the first. Tell me how the emitter works. How it affects the memory centers.
Curneth: You sound desperate, Commander. Does Kellin mean that much to you?
Chakotay: What you're doing is wrong. She wants to stay here.
Curneth: This is futile. Even if I knew how the emitter works, I wouldn't tell you.
Chakotay: You have no right to do this.
Curneth: I have every right. The laws on our world are very specific about that. No one may leave. No one may reveal anything about us to the outside world. Kellin has violated both of those edicts. Returning her will serve as a deterrent to others who might think of leaving.
Chakotay: Did it ever occur to you that the fact that so many people want to leave might mean that there's something wrong with your society?
Curneth: We have a strong and cohesive society because of our efforts to keep it that way. A few runaways among millions hardly indicates a problem.
Chakotay: If there are so few, why not let them go?
Curneth: That would suggest that we don't care about them. What a terrible message.
Chakotay: You may have wiped her memory, but Kellin's not going back.
Curneth: Maybe we should wait and see if that's what happens.
Chakotay: She made it clear to me that she wants to stay here. So maybe you should start practicing what you're going to tell your superiors.
Kellin: Yes?
Chakotay: The Doctor told me he'd released you. How are you feeling?
Kellin: I'm fine. Do I know you?
Chakotay: Yes. At least, you did.
Kellin: You'll have to forgive me but, I don't remember how I got here or anything else that's happened in at least the past few weeks.
Chakotay: I know.
Kellin: I hope I wasn't throwing things in a fit of rage.
Chakotay: No.
Kellin: I assume a Tracer is here to take me back?
Chakotay: That's right, but. What I'm going to say will sound strange, but it's what you asked me to do before you lost your memories. You came here about a month ago, looking for a runaway. After you left with him, you decided to come back.
Kellin: But if I finished my assignment, why would I come back here?
Chakotay: Because you'd fallen in love with me.
Kellin: Forgive me. You're certainly attractive, but what you're telling me seems very unlikely.
Chakotay: But it's what happened. We started to work together and I began to realize how unique you are. Before long, I couldn't get you out of my mind.
Kellin: Are you saying that you fell in love with me as well?
Chakotay: Yes. And then we realized the Tracer was on board. After he used the emitter on you, you made me promise to tell you all of this, so you would know what happened between us.
Kellin: This is a little unsettling. What is it you want from me?
Chakotay: Kellin, don't go back with the Tracer. Stay here for a while, at least for a few days. We can get to know each other again.
Kellin: I honestly can't imagine what would be served by that. I have to go home.
Chakotay: If you stayed, you might change your mind.
Kellin: Then that's all the more reason that I should leave now. I've violated one of our most important edicts, and I wouldn't want to make that mistake again. I wish, I wish we had met under different circumstances.
Chakotay: Your ship's ready.
Kellin: Thank you, Commander.
Curneth: I've implanted a computer virus to eliminate any reference to our being here. By tomorrow afternoon, you'll have forgotten everything. It will be as though we never existed. It's better that way.
Kellin: You're such a kind person. I won't forget that.
Chakotay: I wish you both the best.
Chakotay: Energize. First Officer's personal log, Stardate 51813.4. Maybe it would be best, as the Tracer said, to forget about Kellin and the time she spent here. But I don't want to do that. I want to remember.
Neelix: More coffee, Commander?
Chakotay: No, thanks. I'm almost done.
Neelix: Strange to see you using those ancient writing implements.
Chakotay: It's the only way I could get a permanent record of what's happened in the last few days. I want to get it down before I forget it all.
Neelix: I'm sorry things didn't work out for you.
Chakotay: I've been trying to make sense of it. I fell in love with her twice. I thought she could do the same. We were the same two people on the same ship. Why didn't it happen again? I keep going over and over our last conversation, trying to think if there was something I could have said, could have done, but nothing comes to mind.
Neelix: Commander, I don't think you can analyze love. It's the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens or doesn't. Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting. A mood, a glance, a remark. And if we could define love, predict it, it would probably lose its power. I'll let you finish.
Chakotay: Good night.


Janeway: When diplomacy fails there's only one alternative. Violence. Force must be applied without apology. It's the Starfleet way.
Daleth: Then our philosophies are in agreement. Will you help us? p
Janeway: You're asking me to fight your war, destroy your enemy.
Daleth: I'm asking you to intimidate the Kyrians with your technology. Help me capture their leader. This ship has superior firepower. He won't risk a conflict with you. p
Janeway: We risk life and limb so your people can annex Kyrian land. Sounds like a good deal for you. What do we get?
Daleth: A way home. p
Janeway: You know more about Voyager than you've let on.
Daleth: Your reputation in this quadrant precedes you. That's why we sought you out. p
Janeway: I'm listening.
Daleth: There's a cyclic wormhole five days journey from here. We know where it is, and we can help you stabilize it. p
Janeway: If you're lying.
Daleth: How far do you have to go? Sixty thousand light years? p
Janeway: I want all tactical data regarding your little war. Kyrian defenses, position of your own forces, everything.
Daleth: You'll have it within the hour.
Neelix: Eight Kyrian fighter ships approaching. p
Janeway: Arm the assault probes. Fire at will. Hail them. p
Tuvok: Channel open. p
Janeway: This is Captain Janeway of the warship Voyager. Break off your attack, or I'll destroy you. p
Tuvok: They are not responding. p
Paris: They're returning fire. Shields are holding. p
Janeway: Chakotay, any luck tracking down their leader? p
Chakotay: Not yet. We think Tedran has go-ne into hiding. p
Janeway: I thought he might. We'll have to flush him out.
Daleth: What do you suggest? p
Janeway: Biogenic weapons. We'll infect the most populated Kyrian territories. The Doctor's nearly done working on the weapon.
Daleth: Our conflict is with Tedran himself, not his people. They're innocent. p
Janeway: The best way to bring down a ruler is to make his people suffer.
Daleth: Captain p
Janeway: This is no time for half-measures. You wanted victory. You're going to get it. Bridge to Sickbay. Status?
Emh: We have established a datalink between my neural net and the phaser array. I am reconfiguring the beam to carry a bio-agent into the planet's atmosphere p
Janeway: When will it be ready? p
Emh: It is ready now, Captain.
Tuvok: Phasers are online. p
Janeway: Target the first city. And fire.
Quarren: The warship Voyager. One of the most powerful vessels of its time. Armed with photonic torpedoes and particle weapons, this ship of destruction could wipe out an entire civilization within hours. On this particular day in history, we were lucky. The death toll could have been much worse. By the time Voyager targeted our major cities, Tedran had already begun an evacuation. Thousands of lives were saved. Unfortunately, it was only the beginning of Captain Janeway's onslaught. As you'll see, her actions would have a lasting effect on our world. Even today, seven hundred years later, we are still feeling the impact of the Voyager encounter. Before we continue the simulation, I'd like to answer any questions you might have.
Kyrian Visitor: I'm curious about Voyager itself. How many people were on board?
Quarren: We believe they had a complement of over three hundred soldiers.
Kyrian Visitor: Did they attack other worlds as well?
Quarren: Well, we aren't certain. Records of Voyager's travels through our quadrant are incomplete, but it's safe to assume that they interfered with many other cultures, yes.
Kyrian Visitor: Tell us more about the Borg drones they kept on the ship.
Quarren: Voyager had many weapons at their disposal, including species they'd assimilated along the way. Borg, Talaxian, Kazon. They were captured and made to work as part of Voyager's fighting force. Let's resume the simulation, and you can see for yourself. It's a few hours after the initial bombardment. Janeway and her squadron are on the bridge mounting their assault. Now, what you are about to see is graphic and unsettling.
Janeway: Status. Status! p
Neelix: Approximately three thousand Kyrians dead. p
Janeway: That's it? p
Tuvok: The bio-agent is still dispersing through the atmosphere. The fatality rate will be three hundred thousand soon enough. p
Janeway: How soon? p
Tuvok: Best guess, one hour. p
Janeway: Why do you always keep me waiting, Tuvok? p
Tuvok: My apologies. Preparing to fire again. p
Janeway: Double the yield,
Daleth: Captain, don't you think that's excessive? p
Janeway: You picked a bad time to have second thoughts, Ambassador.
Daleth: I want them defeated but, but this is genocide! p
Janeway: Defeat? Genocide? Why quibble with semantics?
Daleth: This wasn't our agreement. p
Janeway: We're going to defeat the Kyrians, and you're going to keep up your end of the bargain. p
Janeway: Ensign, confine this gentleman to the brig. I'll let you know when it's over. p
Paris: Three more Kyrian vessels approaching. p
Janeway: Evade them. p
Paris: Aye, aye, sir.
Chakotay: The location. p
Kim: Look, I can keep this up all day. Tell the Commander what he wants to know. Maybe I can't keep this up all day. p
Chakotay: I'm a man of peace. My native people are enlightened, non-violent, much like your own. I'm saddened that this has happened to you. If we can work together maybe we can end this conflict. p
Kim: Stand aside, Chakotay. Let me hit him. p
Emh: That hyperspanner would cause an unacceptable level of damage. I remind you, he must still be able to speak. p
Kim: What do you have in mind? p
Emh: This neural solvent. A clean and efficient inducer of pain. Far more effective than your crude attempts at persuasion. p
Emh: No doubt you are experiencing a tingling sensation behind your eyes. The chemical is dissolving your optic nerves. p
Chakotay: I'll ask you again. Where is Tedran? p
Emh: The pain will increase exponentially until your cerebral cortex begins to liquefy. I can reverse the process, if ordered to do so. p
Chakotay: And I want to give that order. But you have to tell me. Where is Tedran?
Chakotay: He's here, at these coordinates. p
Janeway: Assuming our prisoner told you the truth. p
Chakotay: Oh, believe me, he was very cooperative at the end. p
Janeway: Neelix? p
Neelix: I'm reading a fortified compound one point six kilometers below the surface. p
Janeway: Chakotay, you and Tuvok take an assault team and find Tedran. Make sure he's escorted safely to Voyager. p
Chakotay: Yes, sir. p
Janeway: What now? p
Paris: Intruders. Four Kyrians just beamed into the engine room. p
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering. Respond. p
Neelix: They've erected forcefields. Our soldiers can't get in. p
Janeway: They've left me no choice. Computer, initiate the Borg activation sequence.
Computer: Sequence in progress.
Janeway: Bridge to Seven of Nine. p
Seven: State your instructions. p
Janeway: A group of Kyrians
Janeway: Is in the Engine Room. Stop them.
Seven: We understand.
Seven: Resistance is futile.
Seven: Seven of Nine to the bridge. The Kyrian threat has been neutralized. p
Janeway: Acknowledged. p
Seven: Two of the Kyrians are still alive. What shall we do with them? p
Janeway: Well, you've been wanting to expand your fighting force. Assimilate them.
Seven: We understand.
Kim: I just received word from the attack team. p
Janeway: Good news, Lieutenant? p
Kim: Very. They've captured Tedran and one of his aides. They're heading back to Voyager. p
Janeway: Take them to chamber nineteen and get the Vaskan ambassador. This is one negotiation he won't want to miss.
Janeway: Welcome aboard.
Tedran: I appreciate your hospitality. Are all your guests treated so well? p
Janeway: It's not every day that we receive such an important visitor. The great Tedran. A man of wisdom and peace. A servant of his people. Well, your people need you now more than ever.
Tedran: State your demands. p
Janeway: Tell your forces to stand down, and I'll call off my attack.
Tedran: I understand what the Vaskans want. More of our territory, more resources. But what do you want, Captain? Why are you doing this to us? p
Janeway: He's offered my crew a way home.
Tedran: To reach your home, you would destroy ours? p
Janeway: That's right. And you'd do the same in my position.
Tedran: No, I would not. p
Janeway: Spoken like a true martyr. You're very enlightened. But are you so proud that you'd let your people die before you'd humble yourself? p
Janeway: Tell them to surrender.
Tedran: You have shamed us all. We could've ended this on our own, peacefully, without her. p
Janeway: Surrender.
Tedran: No.
Tedran: We will prevail. p
Janeway: Don't look so shocked, Ambassador. This is what you wanted, isn't it?
Quarren: The ensuing conflict was brief but brutal. Two million Kyrians slaughtered within days. The warship Voyager continued on its way, leaving the Kyrian dynasty in ruins. The Vaskan leaders proceeded to occupy our lands, forcing my people into subservience. It took centuries for us to undo the damage that Captain Janeway had done, and the Kyrian struggle for equality is far from over. This simulation and this museum are a testament to that struggle. I hope you found your experience here worthwhile. If you'd like to learn more about Voyager and its role in the history of our planet, I suggest you explore the rest of this exhibit. Thank you for your time.
Quarren: Please, feel free to test the simulators. I wouldn't touch that if I were you. One of the Voyager's torpedoes. Twenty five isoton yield. It could destroy an entire city within seconds. It's been inactive for centuries but you never know. I'm only teasing, but please be careful. If we damage any of these relics they can never be replaced. The history of our people should be respected.
Vaskan Visitor: I have a question about that history.
Quarren: Please.
Vaskan Visitor: How can you prove that it's true?
Quarren: Take a closer look. The evidence is all around you.
Vaskan Visitor: Some musty fossils and a recreation? That doesn't prove anything.
Quarren: I disagree.
Vaskan Visitor: You're trying to blame the Vaskans for all your troubles the way you always do. I don't have a problem with your species. I have Kyrian friends. But I don't appreciate seeing my people being portrayed as villains in your little simulation, and I certainly don't want your history taught to my children.
Quarren: You'd better get used to the idea, because we've just uncovered an artifact that's going to confirm everything you've seen here. Three weeks ago our research team found a data storage device buried nine meters beneath the ruins at Kesef. I've confirmed that it came from Voyager.
Vaskan Visitor: Another fossil.
Quarren: The device contains active data. Possibly crew logs, even Captain Janeway's personal almanac. In the next few days, we could be hearing Voyager's version of these events in their own words.
Vaskan Visitor: And what if those words tell a different story? What then?
Quarren: We will change our views accordingly.
Vaskan Visitor: I'm sure you will.
Quarren: I apologize. Please, enjoy the rest of your visit.
Quarren: Activate recreation, the Voyager Encounter. Display Engine Room.
Quarren: Begin dictation. I'm resuming work on artifact two seven one, the Voyager data storage device. I've decided to try using period tools from the simulation itself. With any luck, they'll be more compatible. Hmm. There's far more data here than I expected. Seems more like a program of some sort. Yes. Yes, it's an optronic datastream. A hologram.
Emh: Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
Quarren: I recognize you. You're Voyager's doctor.
Emh: What am I doing in Engineering? Where's my mobile emitter?
Quarren: You're not an android.
Emh: Of course not. What are you talking about? A Kyrian. Doctor to the bridge, intruder alert. Security to Engineering.
Quarren: You won't have much luck with that. Nothing in here is real. It's a simulation.
Emh: A holodeck?
Quarren: No. You're in the Museum of Kyrian Heritage.
Emh: You've stolen my program. How?
Quarren: Please, let me try to explain.
Emh: Try quickly.
Quarren: You are a hologram.
Emh: That I know.
Quarren: I just discovered your program inside this data storage device.
Emh: That's the EMH backup module. One of your attack parties must have taken it from Sickbay.
Quarren: Actually, we found it at the ruins at Kesef. I know this will be difficult for you to accept, but a great deal of time has passed since Voyager encountered the Kyrians.
Emh: How much time?
Quarren: Seven hundred years, give or take a decade. We're not certain.
Emh: I don't believe you.
Quarren: Think about it. When your program is inactive, a moment or a millennium are the same to you.
Emh: Seven hundred years? What about my ship? What happened to my crew?
Quarren: No one knows. It's safe to say they're long dead.
Emh: And I'm some sort of fossil?
Quarren: No, not a fossil. A witness. A living witness to history. There's so much we don't know about what happened. But you saw it, you lived through those times. You helped to shape them. Doctor, you could be the most important discovery of all time.
Emh: No. This is impossible.
Quarren: Doctor.
Emh: I don't believe you!
Quarren: Doctor!
Emh: What's going to happen to me now? Will you put me on display? The holographic Rip van Winkle?
Quarren: I'm not sure.
Emh: I want to try to contact Starfleet, if there still is a Starfleet.
Quarren: That will have to wait.
Emh: Wait for what?
Quarren: There are other issues to be resolved.
Emh: What kind of issues?
Quarren: You're the Voyager doctor. A lot of people are going to have questions. On our world, artificial lifeforms are considered sentient and responsible for their actions. You might have to face charges.
Emh: Charges?
Quarren: For your crimes. You designed the bio-weapons that killed eight million Kyrians.
Emh: I did nothing of the sort.
Quarren: All of our evidence shows that you were a war criminal.
Emh: Evidence? What evidence? Like this, for example? Triple-armored hull? Thirty torpedo tubes? Twenty five phaser banks? This isn't what our ship looked like.
Quarren: We reconstructed it from a partial schematic found in the Cyrik ocean, which was badly damaged by corrosion. We were bound to get a few details wrong.
Emh: Voyager wasn't a warship. We were explorers.
Quarren: Yes, I know. Trying to get home, to Mars.
Emh: Earth! You see, you couldn't even get that right. This is a nightmare. What if I'm found guilty? What's going to happen to me?
Quarren: That's up to the Arbiters, but I imagine the penalty would be severe. Your program could be de-compiled.
Emh: You've got to believe me. To you, this may be ancient history. To me, it's yesterday. You called me a living witness. Well, at least give me the chance to set the record straight. I want to see your version of what happened.
Paris: We've already drained two phaser banks, and he hasn't hit anything. p
Tuvok: If you looked at your console once in a while instead of chasing the female ensigns, you'd see otherwise. p
Kim: Tom's right. This war was supposed to be over in five minutes. p
Chakotay: You have a better idea, Lieutenant? p
Paris: As a matter of fact I do. Fighter shuttles. A direct assault. p
Neelix: Led by you? Good luck. p
Paris: Watch your mouth, hedgehog. p
Chakotay: I haven't heard a single good idea. p
Paris: Well, then propose something, First Officer. Earn your rank for once. p
Janeway: Gentlemen. Gentlemen! p
Janeway: Save it for the holodeck. We've got a war to fight. We've only been attacking the Kyrian military installlations. A mistake. We should target the general population. p
Emh: Excellent idea, Captain. I have examined the Kyrian genome and they would be vulnerable to any number of biological weapons. p
Janeway: How soon could you have one ready? p
Emh: Within the hour. p
Janeway: Dismissed.
Emh: Pure fiction. This is absurd.
Quarren: Halt recreation. This is a reasonable extrapolation from historic record. But if you'd like to point out any inconsistencies.
Emh: Inconsistencies? I don't know where to begin. Granted, this looks like the briefing room but these aren't the people I knew. No one behaved like this. Well, aside from Mister Paris. We weren't at each other's throats. We didn't talk about how to destroy planets. We helped people. We were an enlightened crew.
Quarren: Are you denying these events took place?
Emh: Yes.
Quarren: Are you saying you never got involved with the conflict between my people and the Vaskans?
Emh: Yes! Well, no, we did get involved, but it was nothing like this.
Quarren: Elaborate.
Emh: There was a meeting in this room, but it wasn't about battle tactics. It was about a dilemma we were facing. We had negotiated a trade agreement with the Vaskans. We were dealing with a representative, Ambassador
Quarren: Ambassador Daleth.
Emh: Daleth. Exactly. Everything was going according to plan until we were attacked. By your people, the Kyrians. They'd picked that moment to start a war and we were caught in the middle.
Quarren: The Kyrians were the aggressors? No, no. That can't be right.
Emh: Captain Janeway called this meeting to figure out how we could extricate ourselves from the conflict and still maintain the trade agreement with the Vaskans. But we weren't on their side, and we certainly never attacked you.
Quarren: Save your objections until you see the entire recreation. Let's continue.
Tedran: We will prevail. p
Janeway: Don't look so shocked, Ambassador. This is what you wanted, isn't it?
Emh: Somewhere, halfway across the galaxy I hope, Captain Janeway is spinning in her grave. You've portrayed us as monsters. The Captain's a cold-blooded killer, the crew's a gang of thugs and I'm a mass murderer.
Quarren: Calm yourself.
Emh: Why should I? I'm about to be hanged for crimes I didn't commit!
Quarren: Tell me your version of events.
Emh: I remember this man.
Quarren: Tedran. He was a martyr to our people.
Emh: Some martyr. He led the Kyrian attack against Voyager.
Quarren: You're lying.
Emh: I was there.
Quarren: You're trying to protect yourself.
Emh: And so are you. From the truth. Isn't it a coincidence that the Kyrians are being portrayed in the best possible light? Martyrs, heroes, saviors. Obviously, events have been reinterpreted to make your people feel better about themselves. Revisionist history. It's such a comfort.
Quarren: We were not the aggressors in the Great War, we were the victims. The proof can be found anywhere on this world. The Kyrian people are being oppressed to this day.
Emh: The problems in your society are none of my business. I'm just telling you what I saw seven hundred years ago.
Quarren: I don't believe you, and neither will anyone else.
Emh: What are you doing?
Quarren: Shutting down your program.
Emh: Wait, please. I can prove to you I'm right. The medical tricorder, the artifact you have on display. If you just let me
Quarren: Lies.
Quarren: Begin dictation. I've re-examined the data module. From what I can tell, the Doctor was telling the truth, at least about one thing. He is a hologram. A backup program. We always knew he was an artificial lifeform but, we thought he was an android. If we were mistaken about that, I wonder if we might also be wrong about Voyager itself. Another question. Why would a hologram designed for medical purposes be programmed to lie so readily? From the moment I activated him, this Doctor has insisted that he's innocent. At first I didn't believe him. End dictation.
Quarren: Activate recreation, the Voyager encounter. Display medical chamber.
Emh: Please state the nature of the medical. Oh, it's you.
Quarren: You've given me a lot to think about.
Emh: Really? I thought you'd heard enough of my lies.
Quarren: I judged you too quickly. I'm sorry.
Emh: What changed your mind?
Quarren: Time to think.
Emh: For your information, I don't appreciate being deactivated in the middle of a sentence. It brings back unpleasant memories.
Quarren: It won't happen again.
Emh: Good, because if you don't stop treating me like a second-class hologram, I won't cooperate with your investigation. I'm perfectly happy to lie dormant in that module for a few eons.
Quarren: I didn't come here to argue.
Emh: Then what do you want?
Quarren: I don't know. To talk, I guess, about what really happened seven hundred years ago.
Emh: Are you sure you're willing to listen to a mass-murderer like me?
Quarren: I'm willing to keep an open mind. That's the most I can promise. Try to understand my point of view. All my life, I thought I knew the truth. There was never any doubt.
Emh: I never meant to throw your beliefs into doubt, but I can't deny what I know to be true.
Quarren: I realize that now, and I want to know the truth. And I want the Arbiters to know it, too.
Emh: Well, the stage is certainly set, but I'll have to rewrite the characters and revise the plot a little. I'm quite adept in the art of holographic programming. If you'll give me access to your technology, maybe I can create a simulation of own. Show you what happened.
Janeway: Don't worry, Ambassador. We've got plenty of medical supplies and we'd be more than happy to share them with you.
Daleth: Then we agree. In exchange, we'll provide you with as much dilithium as you need. p
Janeway: That's very generous, Ambassador
Daleth: I'll transport the canisters immediately. It would be in your best interest to make this exchange quickly. p
Janeway: Oh? Why's that?
Daleth: We've been conflict with a neighboring species, the Kyrians. They've been threatening to attack us. War could break out any day. We've tried every diplomatic option, but the Kyrians are a violent, stubborn people. p
Janeway: No problem. I understand what you're going through.
Daleth: I wish I could make you one of our diplomats. You might have better luck resolving this situation. p
Janeway: Under different circumstances. Janeway to Sickbay.
Emh: This is the Doctor. p
Janeway: Ambassador Daleth and I have reached an agreement.
Janeway: Assemble the medical supplies. p
Emh: Done, Captain. The supplies are in Cargo Bay one. p
Janeway: Once we transport the supplies to the surface there may be a p
Tuvok: Red alert. Captain Janeway to the bridge.
Tuvok: We're being fired on by three ships.
Daleth: The Kyrians. p
Janeway: Hail them. p
Tuvok: Channel open. p
Janeway: This is Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager. We are not your enemies. Please break off your attack. p
Tuvok: They're not responding.
Daleth: I'd advise you to retreat, Captain. p
Kim: Shields down to eight six percent. p
Janeway: Break out of orbit. Put some distance between us. p
Paris: Yes, ma'am. p
Tuvok: Four intruders. They are in Engineering. p
Janeway: Janeway to Engineering. B'Elanna, respond. Tuvok.
Tedran: Take as much of their technology as you can. p
Seven: You will fail. p
Tuvok: Drop your weapons.
Tedran: Back away.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Janeway. p
Janeway: Go ahead. p
Tuvok: The Kyrians have killed
Tuvok: Three of the engineering crew. They've taken Seven of Nine and one of the injured crew members hostage.
Tuvok: They're now on deck two, section thirty two. p
Janeway: Acknowledged. Remember your offer to make me a diplomat? Well, it looks like I don't have much of a choice. Tell the doctor we have casualties. Have him meet us on deck two.
Janeway: Janeway to Tuvok. We're approaching section thirty one. p
Tuvok: The evacuation of deck two is complete. p
Janeway: Send three security teams to this deck, then seal all the access points. p
Tuvok: Acknowledged.
Daleth: How typical of the Kyrians. p
Emh: What do you mean?
Daleth: They fight the same way they live. Deviously. p
Janeway: Janeway to Tuvok. p
Tuvok: Tuvok here. p
Janeway: The Kyrians are in the mess hall. We're going in. p
Tuvok: Security is on the way. p
Emh: I'll go first, Captain, and draw any fire if need be.
Daleth: Your crew is heroic, Captain. p
Emh: I just happen to be invulnerable to phaser fire, but I appreciate the compliment. Captain? p
Janeway: Go.
Daleth: Tedran, this is between us. Leave these people out of it.
Tedran: I know what you're doing. An alliance with these aliens. p
Janeway: We were trading with them, nothing more.
Tedran: You expect me to believe that? You plan to use this ship to destroy us.
Daleth: We wouldn't need help if we wanted to destroy you. p
Janeway: We didn't realize you were fighting with the Vaskans. Now, lay down your weapons and I promise you won't be harmed. p
Janeway: No! p
Emh: He's dead.
Emh: Computer, freeze program. A tragic, needless death, but as you can see, Voyager was not responsible. After Tedran was killed, Voyager was attacked by nine Kyrian ships. My program was disabled, most likely when they stole my backup module. The next thing I knew, I was standing next to this gentleman seven centuries later.
Kyrian Arbiter: Very entertaining.
Emh: I'll admit your holotechnology is new to me. I had to extrapolate in a few places. But I assure you this is an accurate recreation.
Kyrian Arbiter: Perhaps. Or perhaps it's the fabrication of a war criminal who's afraid for his life.
Vaskan Arbiter: Do you have any evidence to support your explanation?
Emh: In fact, I do. I've confirmed that this is the same tricorder I used to scan Tedran at the moment of his death. If I can access the bio-readings inside, I can prove he was killed by a Vaskan weapon, not by Captain Janeway.
Vaskan Arbiter: Can this be done?
Quarren: I've been trying to decipher the instrument for years, but, with the Doctor's help
Kyrian Arbiter: I fail to see what this would prove. Tedran died on Voyager, a victim of a conspiracy to oppress my people. The weapon used, who fired it, this is all beside the point.
Vaskan Arbiter: Was there a conspiracy? Did Voyager really help my ancestors to start the Great War? Or were Kyrians the aggressors as my people have always believed? Now, this casts doubt on everything.
Kyrian Arbiter: But it doesn't change the fact my children can't attend the same academies as yours, or that we are forced to live outside of the city center.
Vaskan Arbiter: Today's problems are not at issue here. This is about history.
Emh: Look, I don't know who started your war. All I'm saying is that Voyager wasn't responsible.
Kyrian Arbiter: I can't believe that you would cooperate with this murderer. You of all people. You built this museum.
Quarren: The facts are turning out to be more complex than I expected.
Kyrian Arbiter: We shouldn't be listening to this hologram. I want him arrested and charged for the crimes we know he committed.
Vaskan Arbiter: That's not your decision to make.
Kyrian Arbiter: No, it's not, is it? I'm only on this commission because you needed a token Kyrian.
Quarren: Please. This isn't about race.
Kyrian Arbiter: It's always about race. You seize every opportunity to keep yourselves in power.
Vaskan Arbiter: I'm sorry you see it that way. I think we are obligated to hear what the Doctor has to say. Proceed with your investigation.
Quarren: Yes, Arbiter.
Kyrian Arbiter: You'll pay for your crimes.
Emh: Seven hundred years and I'm still caught in the middle of your little dispute. One might have hoped for a bit of social progress in the interim.
Quarren: Change never comes easily for us.
Emh: Hmm. That's an understatement.
Quarren: I've entered the specifications that you gave me.
Emh: Let's give it a try. Hmm. Close enough. This diagnostic tool should help me get past the initial encryption sequences. Too bad we can't re-create B'Elanna Torres.
Quarren: Torres. The chief transporter operator.
Emh: Chief Engineer. You might want to make the correction in your history books.
Quarren: What was she like, Torres? I suppose we've gotten her personality wrong too.
Emh: Starting to believe me, are you?
Quarren: Well, let's just say I'm trying to keep an open mind.
Emh: B'Elanna Torres. Intelligent, beautiful and with a chip on her shoulder the size of the Horsehead Nebula. She also had a kind of vulnerability that made her quite endearing.
Quarren: You miss her, and the others.
Emh: From my perspective, I saw them all only a few days ago. But in fact, it's been centuries, and I'll never see them again. Did they ever reach home? I wonder.
Quarren: I've always wondered that too, from as far back as I can remember.
Emh: Really?
Quarren: Ever since I was a small child, the first time I heard the name Voyager, it conjured up my imagination.
Emh: Even though we were the bad guys?
Quarren: That didn't matter. I was too young to understand the implications. The fact you were so far from home, traveling across the stars. Ah, I found it all very heroic. I suppose Voyager is what made me fall in love with history.
Emh: If it means anything to you, you would have made a fine member of our crew.
Emh: I hope that's part of the simulation.
Quarren: No, it isn't.
Mob: Everything goes! The days of lies are over! Destroy it all!
Quarren: No! Stop this!
Vaskan Visitor: We know about the hologram. This museum's filled with lies.
Quarren: Stop! Listen to me!
Vaskan Visitor: We've listened long enough!
Quarren: They're using photon grenades. We've got to take cover. This way.
Emh: What's happening? I've been hearing weapons.
Quarren: It's getting worse. Protests, vandalism. Two people have been killed. Don't worry, they've cordoned off the museum. We're safe for now.
Emh: That's not what I'm concerned about. Two deaths, a race riot, all because of me?
Quarren: You were only the catalyst. The pressure's been building for years. It was only a matter of time before something set it off. Have you found the tricorder?
Emh: Not yet.
Quarren: It's crucial that we do. The Kyrians are demanding you be punished for your crimes, but the Vaskans want to hear your version of events again. They want to continue the investigation.
Emh: What's going to happen?
Quarren: I don't know. The Vaskans are more powerful, but the Kyrians are very angry. They're talking about another war.
Emh: Then there's only one solution. Delete my program. I've become a kind of symbol for this conflict. As long as I'm around your people are going to keep on fighting. I'll show you how to decompile my program. You can say I was damaged in the attack last night. No one will hold you responsible.
Quarren: I can't do that to you.
Emh: Then I'll do it myself.
Quarren: No!
Emh: I'm a medical hologram, programmed to do no harm. But I'm doing harm on a global scale. Ever since you reactivated me, I've been concerned with clearing Voyager's good name. But that's not important now. There's more at stake.
Quarren: A few days ago I might have agreed with you, but what about the facts?
Emh: Facts be damned! Names, dates, places, it's all open to interpretation. Who's to say what really happened? And ultimately, what difference does it make? What matters is today and the future of your people.
Quarren: Doctor, you were there. You can't deny what happened.
Emh: I can, and I will. Tedran was a martyr for your people, a hero. A symbol of your struggle for freedom. Who am I to wander in seven hundred years later and take that away from you?
Quarren: History has been abused. We keep blaming each other for what happened in the past. If you don't help us now, it could be another seven hundred years.
Emh: Let's find that tricorder.
Tabris: It was a pivotal moment in our history. As a result of the Doctor's testimony, a dialogue was opened between our peoples. Eventually, we found a new respect for our divergent cultures and traditions. The efforts of people like Quarren and the Doctor paved the way for unity. Quarren died six years later, but he lived long enough to witness the Dawn of Harmony.
Kyrian Spectator: And the Doctor?
Tabris: Well, he served as our surgical chancellor for many years until he decided to leave. He took a small craft and set a course for the Alpha Quadrant, attempting to trace the path of Voyager. He said he had a longing for home. This way.