Radio: Demonstration at U C Santa Cruz campus last night. Tear gas was used to disperse a crowd of three thousand angry students. The temperature right now in down town Barstow is seventy five degrees.
Starling: Far out!
Janeway: Come in!
Janeway: Oh. Sorry, Tuvok. I was just practicing my serve.
Tuvok: Your serve?
Janeway: Tennis. After nineteen years I've decided to take it up again. I'm a little rusty. I played in a novice tournament on the holodeck. I lost my first match in straight sets.
Tuvok: Perhaps if you maintained eye contact with the ball at the apex of its trajectory, your serve would be more effective.
Janeway: You play tennis.
Tuvok: Simple physics, Captain.
Janeway: Not as simple as when I played on the High School tennis team. What can I do for you, Tuvok?
Tuvok: I've completed my monthly security evaluation. All systems and crew
Chakotay: Red Alert! Captain Janeway to the bridge.
Janeway: Report.
Chakotay: Some sort of spatial rift. It opened right in front of us.
Janeway: Analysis.
Kim: It's a distortion in the space-time continuum, but it's got a graviton matrix. It's being artificially generated.
Chakotay: By whom?
Kim: Sensors can't get inside. The distortion field's fluctuating. Something's coming out.
Tuvok: It appears to be a small ship, approximately six meters in length.
Janeway: Magnify.
Tuvok: Sensors are reading one occupant, human. He is holding position at the perimeter of the rift.
Kim: There's a subspace signature emanating from the ship. Captain, it's Federation!
Janeway: Hail them.
Tuvok: No response. They appear to be charging weapons.
Chakotay: Shields up! Hail them again.
Tuvok: Shields are down.
Janeway: Get us out of here.
Paris: Helm control is offline.
Kim: He's firing some kind of sub-atomic disruptor.
Janeway: Return fire.
Tuvok: Full phasers. No effect.
Kim: Voyager's molecular structure is coming apart!
Chakotay: Tuvok, divert all available power to the deflector. Send out a high energy polaron pulse. It might help to disrupt his weapon.
Tuvok: Emitting deflector pulse now.
Kim: It's working.
Tuvok: We are being hailed.
Janeway: On screen.
Braxton: Starship Voyager, I'm Captain Braxton of the Federation Timeship Eon. I've come from twenty-ninth century Earth, five hundred years into your future. Please disengage your deflector pulse.
Janeway: Why are you firing at us?
Braxton: Your vessel is responsible for a disaster in my century. A temporal explosion that will destroy all Earth's solar system. I've come back in time to prevent that occurrence. My mission is your destruction. You must not resist.
Janeway: I'm going to need some more information before I allow you to
Braxton: Debris from your secondary hull was found in the explosion.
Janeway: Captain, I simply
Braxton: No time!
Tuvok: He's remodulating the sub-atomic disruptor. Our deflector is losing power, it won't hold much longer.
Chakotay: Captain, if he's telling the truth
Janeway: I won't sacrifice this crew based on a ten second conversation. I need proof.
Chakotay: It doesn't look like we're going to get it.
Janeway: Adjust our deflector to match the frequency of his weapon. Try to overload his emitter.
Tuvok: It seems to be working. His weapon is offline and his ship has been damaged. The rift is destabilizing and he's being pulled back inside.
Janeway: Re-establish helm control.
Paris: I'm trying, Captain, but we seem to be caught in some kind of graviton distortion. We're being pulled in too.
Janeway: Status.
Tuvok: Primary systems are coming back online. The weapons array and power grid took heavy damage.
Kim: The temporal rift is closed.
Chakotay: Where are we?
Paris: Home.
Chakotay: We just cut across half the galaxy!
Janeway: The rift must have originated here. Hail Starfleet Command.
Tuvok: No response on standard frequencies. Curious. I am picking up a multitude of narrow band EM signals.
Janeway: Let's hear it.
Janeway: The question isn't where we are, it's when we are. Mister Kim.
Kim: According to astrometric readings the year is 1996.
Chakotay: The late twentieth century.
Paris: Captain, they had surveillance satellites during this time.
Janeway: Maintain a high orbit. And modulate the shields to scatter their radar. We don't want to alarm the natives.
Chakotay: What about the time ship? Is it here too?
Tuvok: There is no sign of the vessel in orbit. Scanning the planet surface. I am picking up low frequency subspace readings emanating from the northern hemisphere.
Chakotay: Subspace technology shouldn't exist for another hundred years or so.
Janeway: It could be our friend from the twenty ninth century. Localize it.
Tuvok: North American continent, Pacific coast. The city of Los Angeles.
Janeway: We've got to go down there. If it is Captain Braxton, he's the key to all this, and at the moment his ship is the only way we have of getting back to our own century. Chakotay, Tuvok, Paris, you're with me. Mister Kim, you have the bridge.
Kim: Yes, Ma'am!
Janeway: As I recall, Tom, you're something of an aficionado on twentieth century America.
Paris: That's right.
Janeway: What will we need to pass as locals in this era?
Paris: Simple. Nice clothes, fast car and lots of money.
Tuvok: We could have worn our Starfleet uniforms. I doubt if anyone would have noticed.
Janeway: The subspace readings are coming from within a one hundred meter radius of our position, but I can't pinpoint the source.
Chakotay: I find it hard to believe a ship from the twenty ninth century could have landed on this beach without being noticed.
Janeway: We have no idea what kind of technology they might have in the future. Maybe it's cloaked. Let's spread out. Tuvok, Paris, go check the shoreline. Chakotay and I will search the boardwalk.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Chakotay: Well, Kathryn, you got us home.
Janeway: Right place, wrong time. But it is good to be back, nevertheless.
Chakotay: Maybe I should look up a few ancestors. As I recall, one of them was a schoolteacher in Arizona.
Janeway: I don't know what my relatives were doing this far back in history.
Girl On Blades: Coming through. Sorry.
Janeway: For all I know, she could be my great, great, great, great grandmother.
Chakotay: She does have your legs.
Janeway: Have you ever been to southern California, Chakotay?
Chakotay: No.
Janeway: After the Hermosa quake in 2047 this entire region sank under two hundred meters of water. It became one of the world's largest coral reefs, home to thousands of different marine species.
Chakotay: Some interesting species in this century.
Tuvok: Subspace readings are weaker here.
Paris: Let's head up to the board walk. Ah, the sun feels great.
Tuvok: Thermal and ultraviolet radiation are at hazardous levels.
Paris: Lighten up, Tuvok. This was a great time and place and you're getting to see it first hand. Come on, take off your shirt.
Tuvok: And risk dermal dysplasia? No, thank you.
Paris: Oh, Vulcans. Deep down you're all a bunch of hypochondriacs.
Janeway: The readings are coming from over there. Ten meters. There.
Chakotay: So much for the timeship.
Janeway: There's no doubt about it. The subspace readings are coming from him.
Rain: No way.
Rain: Way.
Starling: It's crap. The component density is too low, the voltage variance is out of spec and I don't even like the color.
Jim: But Mister Starling
Starling: We've got less than six months before we introduce the HyperPro PC, and with a chip like this driving it we'll have to change the name to Edsel. I gave your company this contract because you're the best in the business, next to us of course. Go home, Jim. Lose some sleep over this. I want a full report middle of next week.
Starling: What am I doing, Dave?
Dave: You're in a meeting, sir.
Starling: And?
Dave: And, I know I'm not supposed to interrupt, but there's a woman calling on line three from Griffith Observatory. A Rain Robinson. She say's it's urgent.
Starling: Put her through. Henry Starling.
Rain: Hi, I don't know if you remember me. I'm one of the astronomers at the SETI lab you're funding. We met at the Griffith restoration party.
Starling: Yes, yes. What it is?
Rain: Okay. Well, it was my understanding you wanted to be notified immediately if I ever picked up a gamma emission that matched the frequency profile you gave me? Well, I did, so I am.
Starling: Are you certain?
Rain: Positive. I tracked the emission and guess what, the source is in orbit. It is right above us.
Starling: When did it show up?
Rain: According to the raw data, about ninety minutes ago. I'm not picking up anything from the standard search parameters. Wow. That means no one else knows there's something up there. We've got to tell somebody about this. We've got to call NASA!
Starling: Rain, that's a little premature, don't you think? This could be a close encounter, but then again, it could be a flock of geese.
Rain: Geese don't park themselves twenty thousand kilometers above North America. Let's send a message up there, see if there's any response.
Starling: No! No, we don't know what we've found. And until we do, I'm not going to risk embarrassing myself, or your Observatory. Track the emission, get more data and keep me informed. In the meantime, I'm going to put a bottle of champagne on ice. Do you think ET likes Chateau Coeur?
Rain: Well if he doesn't I've got a six-pack in the fridge.
Starling: Good work, Rain. Stay in touch.
Rain: Oh, what the hell. Anyone up there?
Torres: That trip through the rift is still affecting our primary systems. Weapons are offline, we blew three EPS conduits, and our main transporter buffer just crashed.
Kim: We've got an away team down there.
Torres: I know. We've still got emergency transporters but they're short range.
Kim: How close to the surface would we have to get to beam them up?
Torres: Pretty close. I'd say less than ten kilometers.
Kim: If we do that somebody's going to see us.
Kaplan: Sir, I'm picking up an EM signal from the planet surface. It's directed at our co-ordinates.
Kim: On screen.
Seti Message: Greetings from the people of Earth.
Kaplan: Shall I respond, sir?
Kim: Absolutely not.
Janeway: He appears to live on the street. That pushcart seems to contain all his belongings.
Chakotay: From what we can tell he spends most of his time putting up literature about the end of the world.
Janeway: Janeway here.
Kim: Captain, we've got a problem. We received a signal from the surface. It looks like a standard
Kim: Greeting designed for extraterrestrials.
Janeway: We've been detected.
Kim: It looks that way. We tracked the signal to
Kim: An observatory about twenty kilometers from your location.
Janeway: Transport Paris and Tuvok to those co-ordinates.
Kim: I can't do that right now, not without going into a lower orbit. The main pattern
Kim: Buffer is offline. B'Elanna says it could take a couple of days to repair.
Janeway: In that case
Janeway: Transmit those coordinates to Mister Tuvok's tricorder. He and Tom will have to get there using more conventional means.
Kim: Aye Captain, Kim out.
Paris: Nobody walks in Los Angeles and they don't have much of a public transportation system. We're going to need some wheels.
Janeway: Do what you have to do. Find out who sent that message and get more information. Have we been detected, how many people know about us? We cannot risk contaminating the timeline.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Paris: See you later.
Braxton: Who the hell are you! This is my stuff!
Janeway: It's all right, we don't want your stuff. We just want to ask you a few questions.
Braxton: No, no, no, no, no more questions, no. No more surveys. Damn social workers coming around all the time. No, I don't need your advice, I don't need your. Voyager. I knew you'd show up. This is all your fault, this is all your doing!
Janeway: Captain Braxton?
Braxton: I told you to turn off your deflector pulse, but you wouldn't listen to me. Voyager. Fools!
Janeway: Captain, what's happened to you? The last time we saw you
Braxton: I was a younger man, confident in my mission. But you wouldn't listen to me. Bo, you were too concerned with yourselves!
Chakotay: You were trying to destroy us.
Braxton: I was trying to save billions of lives. To stop a chain reaction that started with Voyager! It's too late now. All things are set in motion. The terrible explosion will occur. The end is coming! The future's end.
Janeway: Captain, how long have you been here in the twentieth century?
Braxton: Too long. Thirty years too long.
Chakotay: And yet we just arrived. Why?
Braxton: Pure chance. When you knocked my navigational system off course there's no telling where we may have ended up. Who's been here? Who took my pencils? Oh, always something missing. Oh, always trying to steal things. Oh, greedy people. Post-industrial barbarians!
Janeway: Captain, we want to help you, but you've got to give us more information. You said that Voyager causes the explosion.
Braxton: Yes. No. Yes. That's the paradox, my dear. A leads to B leads to C leads to A. Juvenile minds. Oh, how can I make you understand, huh? A. There's an explosion in the twenty ninth century. Debris from Voyager's hull is found in evidence. I go back in time to destroy you. B. You try to stop me, disabling my weapon which causes me to crash-land back here in the twentieth century. C. Someone in this century steals my timeship and launches it. They go into the future and once there they make one critical mistake which causes a terrible explosion that takes us all the way back to A. There's an explosion in the twenty ninth century. The cycle of causality is complete.
Janeway: How do you know all this? What evidence do you have that it will be your timeship that causes the disaster?
Braxton: Ah, I've spent thirty years answering that very question. Ah, yes, when the explosion first happened, my sensors recorded a whole variety of chronometric data. The pulses were highly chaotic. At first I thought it was a warp core implosion, but then I found debris from Voyager and my theory seemed to be confirmed. It was you. But then someone here stole my timeship and it started to dawn on me. If someone were to fly my timeship into the future without recalibrating the temporal matrix then that could cause the kind of explosion that I witnessed in the twenty ninth century.
Janeway: So it really wasn't Voyager after all.
Braxton: No. No, no, I reconstructed all the chronometric data as best I could remember it and it proved I was right. My ship causes the catastrophe.
Chakotay: Which raises the question, who has your timeship?
Braxton: Starling. Henry Starling, CEO Chronowerx Industries. Philanthropist, entrepreneur, outstanding citizen. Pa! Before I crashed in 1967 I made an emergency beam out, but he found my ship before I did in some remote mountain range. I've been following this corrupt little man ever since, tracking his movements. He's become too powerful. I can't get close to him. Of course, you can't accomplish anything in this wretched century. Nobody here listens. Do you know that once they put me in a mental institution and filled me with primitive pharmaceuticals.
Chakotay: Maybe we can help you find Starling and your ship, and get us back to where we belong.
Braxton: Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Janeway: Why not?
Braxton: Haven't you been listening? A leads to B
Janeway: Leads to C. Yes, we heard you. Why shouldn't we try to stop Starling?
Braxton: Because somehow you're involved in the disaster. That's why I found debris from Voyager's hull at the explosion. You will be destroyed as well.
Chakotay: Now that we know what's going to happen, maybe we can figure out
Policeman: Hey, Captain, how you doing? Understand you've been putting these signs up around the city again.
Braxton: No. No, no, no. Not me. I would never do that.
Policeman: Why don't you walk over here and we can talk about it.
Braxton: Stay right where you are, quasi-Cardassian totalitarian.
Policeman: No need to get upset about this, we just want to talk to you about the signs. Now, there've been a few people complaining.
Braxton: Captain, tell them I'm not crazy. Tell them I'm from the future. They came from the future too, you know.
Policeman: Okay.
Braxton: They came in on a starship.
Policeman: All right.
Braxton: Traitors!
Janeway: We'll have to worry about him later. Right now, we've got to find Starling.
Starling: We're not quite at the little green men stage yet, but believe me, you'll be the first to know. What I think we have here is an overenthusiastic young lady. I'm afraid she's exaggerating. We don't have anything, not yet. Thank you, Professor.
Starling: You know what that little brat did? She emailed a friend of hers at JPL, who called his professor at CalTech. She's a security risk. Go to Griffith, get the data, get rid of her.
Dunbar: Yes, sir.
Starling: Dunbar! If it's true, if they're here, it's only a matter of time before they find me. There's no telling what capabilities they'll have. You may have to use the weapon.
Dunbar: I understand.
Tuvok: Perhaps we should find a more suitable parking place. This is, after all, a stolen vehicle.
Paris: Nobody's around, Tuvok. We're fine.
Tuvok: A taxi cab would have been less worrisome and more ethical.
Paris: We haven't stolen anything. We borrowed a car. And we'll return it to the dealership as soon as we're done.
Tuvok: I was referring to the ethics of time travel.
Paris: Somehow I doubt that taking a test drive is going to alter the course of the universe.
Paris: Over here. These are radio wave readouts. It looks like radio telescope transmissions. Pretty basic.
Tuvok: Lieutenant, you are being careless.
Paris: Tuvok!
Tuvok: I will not lighten up on the matter. Thus far I have tolerated your impulsive methods. At times they have worked to our advantage. But diskretion is also a virtue. We must leave things exactly as they were.
Paris: They've found us all right. The orbital schematic matches Voyager's position.
Tuvok: According to this data, they are tracking the warp emissions from our engines.
Paris: Nobody in this century even knows what warp emission are.
Tuvok: Nevertheless, it appears they have configured their telescope to scan for them.
Rain: Excuse me. Do not enter, employees only. The sign on the door.
Paris: I'm sorry, I think we're a little lost. We were on the museum tour and we took a wrong turn at the Saturn exhibit.
Tuvok: Perhaps you could tell us how to get back to the lobby.
Rain: Go right down the hall, take a left at Mars, right at Halley's Comet and then just keep going straight ahead past the soda machine.
Paris: This lab is er, pretty groovy.
Rain: Groovy.
Paris: What do you do here?
Rain: We watch the skies.
Paris: For what?
Rain: Signs of extraterrestrial life. Nice meeting you.
Paris: My name is Tom Paris, by the way.
Rain: Rain Robinson.
Paris: Your curves don't look so great.
Rain: Excuse me?
Paris: This is a Fourier spectral analysis?
Rain: That's exactly what it is.
Paris: You know, you might get better resolution if you adjust your amplitude parameters.
Rain: You're probably right
Paris: Or you might try using a theta band filter.
Rain: You know a lot for someone who can't find his way past Saturn.
Paris: I majored in astrophysics.
Rain: Where?
Paris: Starfleet Academy.
Rain: Never heard of it.
Paris: East coast school.
Paris: Orgy of the Walking Dead? That's a classic! Did you see the sequel, Bride of the Corpse?
Rain: Let me guess. You minored in B movies.
Paris: Something like that.
Tuvok: Pardon me, Tom. We should be going. Our friends are waiting for us.
Paris: Yeah, right. Got to go.
Rain: Hey, I do the planetarium show Tuesday nights, so er, you guys should come by, check it out, bring your friends. The best stars in Hollywood are right above us.
Paris: Yeah, great, but I think we're busy on Tuesday. Thanks anyway.
Rain: No problem.
Rain: Whoa!
Tuvok: I downloaded all of her data into the tricorder and disrupted her data storage device.
Paris: Good. I hope she doesn't get in any trouble.
Tuvok: It will simply look like a computer malfunction.
Paris: It's a shame, though. She was about to make the biggest discovery in human history. It could have changed her career.
Tuvok: And ended ours. I am curious, Lieutenant, what does it mean, groovy?
Rain: Hey! Hey you, guys!
Paris: Red alert!
Rain: Hey! Hey! Just wait a minute! What the hell did you do to my computer? It is screwed up! The hard drive is wiped!
Paris: Look, I don't have time to explain.
Rain: Who are you people, and what is that thing in your pants?
Tuvok: I beg your pardon?
Rain: That little gadget you put in your pocket, what is it, a Demagnetizer?
Paris: Get down!
Rain: What the hell?
Paris: Do you have a car?
Rain: Yeah, over there.
Tuvok: We'll need to use it. Operations Officer's log, supplemental. We've been on full sensor alert looking for signs that anyone else has detected Voyager. As a precaution, I've also asked Neelix and Kes to monitor all media broadcasts.
Kes: We've set up a computer algorithm to search for key words and phrases. Anything that might indicate Voyager.
Kim: Anything so far?
Neelix: Not yet, although we have come across some very intriguing televised broadcasts. Take a look at this. It's a form of entertainment called a soap opera. The exploration of human relationships is fascinating.
Kim: I can't imagine just watching the story and not being a part of it.
Kes: That's because you've been spoiled by the holodeck. There's something to be said for non-interactive stories like this, being swept away in the narrative.
Neelix: Oh, I can't wait to see if Blaine's twin brother is the father of Jessica's baby.
Kim: Good work. Keep me informed, and don't get too swept away.
Neelix: Er, aye, sir.
Sharon: Nobody'll know the difference.
Jack: I'll know, Sharon. He's my brother. How can I face him knowing that our son is his son?
Sharon: All you need to know, Jack, is that I love you!
Chakotay: So far, so good. We haven't set off any alarms.
Janeway: Our Mister Starling has built himself quite a corporate empire. Looks like he's got wealth, celebrity and an ego to match.
Chakotay: I see you never learned to type.
Janeway: Turn of the millennium technology wasn't a required course at the Academy. This is like stone knives and bearskins.
Chakotay: Well, this isn't. I'm detecting a forcefield. I can't scan beyond this wall. I don't see an access port or a control panel.
Janeway: Maybe we can find something in his computer. Oh, he's got a massive database here, but it's protected by an encryption sequence. I'm going to try interfacing my tricorder.
Chakotay: Looks like a series of pictographs. They must have used symbols to represent the different functions of the computer.
Janeway: Let's see what Henry's been up to all these years.
Tuvok: The transtators were disrupted by that energy weapon. Our communicators are useless.
Paris: That means we can't call the, our friends. What do we do now?
Rain: You're going to take a right at the next light and a left at the taco stand, because you're taking me home! And you're not keeping the van!
Tuvok: I am afraid that is not possible, Miss Robinson. Your life may be in danger.
Rain: I'm going to pop this hatch and I'm going to start screaming until you tell me what's going on. Who are you? What is that thing in orbit? Why did that guy try to kill us?
Paris: I told you, we're secret agents.
Rain: I'm opening the hatch.
Paris: Look, we saved your life. Isn't it obvious we're on your side?
Rain: I'm standing up. I'm taking a deep breath!
Paris: Rain, you're not going to scream! I know you're frightened and you've seen some pretty strange things, but you have to trust me! We're not going to hurt you and I will explain everything. It's either that or take your chances with the guy who tried to vaporize you.
Rain: The UFO, what is it?
Paris: It's a Soviet spy satellite. Part of a massive KGB operation. We're trying to stop it.
Rain: Soviet? The USSR broke up five years ago. The KGB doesn't even exist anymore.
Paris: That's what they'd like you to think.
Tuvok: Perhaps we've told her enough for now.
Rain: What about you, Agent Tuvok? What's up with those ears? Thought I didn't notice? I did. What about your weapons? What are they, lasers?
Tuvok: I'm sorry, that information is classified. And as for my ears, they are a family trait.
Paris: He's very sensitive about them.
Rain: Whatever.
Tuvok: We must find a way to contact our friends.
Janeway: Incredible. Starling's computer designs were inspired by technology from the timeship. He introduced the very first isograted circuit in 1969, two years after Braxton's ship crash-landed.
Chakotay: Any every few years there's been an equally revolutionary advance in computers, all from Chronowerx Industries, all based on Starling's crude understanding of twenty ninth century technology.
Janeway: Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Chakotay?
Chakotay: I wish I weren't.
Janeway: The computer age of the late twentieth century
Chakotay: Shouldn't have happened.
Janeway: But it did, and it's part a of our history. All because of that timeship. Look at this. Gantry, power conduits, telemetry consoles. This looks like a design for a launching bay.
Chakotay: Braxton was right. The ship's going to be launched.
Janeway: We've got to send these schematics to Voyager for analysis. Janeway to Voyager.
Kim: Kim here, Captain.
Janeway: We're in Starling's office. I want you to establish a comm. link with my tricorder and try to upload his computer database.
Kim: Aye, Captain. We'll need a few minutes to reconfigure to their binary system.
Janeway: Acknowledged. Let's see if we can find out where the location of that launch pad is.
Chakotay: You're really getting the hang of this.
Janeway: I'm a quick study.
Chakotay: You know, Captain, in a way Braxton was right. If we hadn't fought him when he tried to destroy Voyager, he wouldn't have been pulled back in time, his ship wouldn't have crash-landed on Earth, and none of this would have happened.
Janeway: Time travel. Ever since my first day in the job as a Starfleet Captain I swore I'm never let myself get caught in one of these godforsaken paradoxes. The future is the past, the past is the future. It all gives me a headache.
Chakotay: Hold on. This looks promising. Try timeship security portal.
Janeway: Maybe it's linked to some kind of surveillance system. An image of the launch bay would give us a clue to it's location.
Starling: I see you've made yourself at home. Welcome to the twentieth century. I know who you are. You're from the future. I knew you'd come back one day. I detected your vessel in orbit and Mister Dunbar here had a run-in with your friends. You're here to take the timeship.
Janeway: Mister Starling, you're about to cause a terrible disaster that will affect the twenty ninth century. An explosion that will cost billions of lives. We're here to stop you from doing that.
Starling: What are you talking about?
Chakotay: If you launch that ship and travel to the future, it will destroy Earth's solar system.
Starling: How do you know this?
Janeway: Well, let's just say we talked to the ship's previous owner. He told us that if it's temporal matrix isn't precisely calibrated, you'll trigger a temporal explosion. That ship shouldn't be here. It belongs to another century. We have to take it back.
Starling: What's that?
Janeway: It's a communication device. Someone's trying to contact me.
Starling: Answer it.
Janeway: Janeway here.
Kim: Captain, we've established the comm. link. We're ready to upload on your signal.
Janeway: Do it.
Starling: My database! Stop or I'll kill your Captain.
Kim: Who is this?
Starling: You've got five seconds.
Kim: Break the link.
Torres: Done.
Kim: What's our transporter status?
Torres: The main pattern buffers are still offline. We can try an emergency transport from a lower orbit.
Kim: That's exactly what the Captain ordered us not to do. We'd be risking detection.
Torres: Harry, we can't worry about that now. Their lives are in danger.
Kim: And if somebody sees a starship flying through the clouds?
Torres: The Captain put you in charge. It is your decision.
Kim: Helm, get a fix on Chakotay and the Captain.
Crewman: Aye, sir.
Kim: B'Elanna, stand by emergency transporters. Get ready to beam them directly to the bridge. Take us down.
Starling: You've taken over three thousand gigabits of information, including my launch plan. But that's not going to be a problem, Captain. I'll make a few changes to my travel itinerary. You're not going to stop me.
Janeway: If you don't give us that ship, we'll take it by force.
Starling: In case you haven't noticed, I'm holding the gun.
Janeway: Not for long. I've got a starship in orbit that can vaporize this entire building in the blink of an eye.
Starling: And you along with it.
Janeway: If necessary.
Starling: Captain, you've got some cojones.
Starling: Kill them!
Starling: Damn!
Janeway: Helm, maintain present altitude. Keep us within transporter range. Chakotay, see if you can disable the forcefield around that timeship. B'Elanna, prepare to lock onto the timeship and beam it to cargo bay two. Ensign Kim, you have an impeccable sense of timing. Not bad for your first day in the big chair.
Starling: The forcefield's down.
Dunbar: Sir, the timeship!
Starling: They're trying to teleport the ship!
Torres: The matter stream is modulating. He's disrupting transport.
Starling: Yes!
Kim: Captain, I don't understand how, but he's using our transporter beam as a downlink. He's accessing our main computer.
Torres: Every time I try to disable his downlink he comes up with a new command override.
Janeway: Starling is using twenty ninth century technology against us. We may not be able to keep up with him.
Chakotay: Inertial dampers are offline. He's gotten into our propulsion systems.
Janeway: Disengage transporters.
Torres: Destabilizing matter stream. Transporters offline.
Kim: We've terminated the downlink, Captain, but he got at least twenty percent of our main computer files.
Janeway: Get us back into orbit and I want a full damage report.
Starling: Captain Janeway, Henry Starling here.
Janeway: This is Janeway.
Starling: USS Voyager, Intrepid class. Much bigger than I expected, and much less advanced. Says here your ship was launched in the year 2371? You're from the twenty fourth century? And here all this time I though you were from the twenty ninth. Looks like I have the home field advantage. Ooo, what's this?
Starling: Oh, now this is interesting.
Chakotay: Damage reports are coming in. Some minor power fluctuations in the impulse drive and a few burned out circuits in the main computer core. Nothing we can't handle.
Kes: Sickbay to bridge. Captain, I can't find the Doctor.
Janeway: Is his program offline?
Kes: No. His program is gone.
Emh: Where am I?
Dunbar: Who are you?
Starling: Welcome.
Neelix: Captain, this is Neelix. There's something on the television I think you should see.
Neelix: It's a current events program.
Kim: I asked Neelix to monitor Earth broadcasts. I'm transferring it to the main viewer.
Announcer: Incredible footage was caught just an hour ago by a man using his camcorder to tape a backyard barbeque. The massive unidentifiable object doesn't appear to be a meteorite, weather balloon or satellite, and one aviation expert we've spoken to has stated that it's definitely not any kind of US aircraft currently in use. We're waiting investigation by local authorities and we'll keep you updated as news develops on this incredible story. To be continued...
Rain: Let me guess. Someone broke into the van last night while I was sleeping, tried to snatch the stereo, you bravely fought them off and now you're repairing the damage.
Paris: That's exactly what happened.
Rain: My hero. What's it like? Life as a spy, I mean.
Paris: Classified.
Rain: Oh, right. I forgot. But you said secret agent and nobody says secret agent. And you do that a lot. You get things not quite right, like you don't belong here.
Paris: Rain, you're fantasizing.
Rain: And you're insulting my intelligence. Yesterday afternoon I picked up a UFO in orbit. Today my life is completely out of control, so don't think I'm too stupid to notice.
Paris: I apologize.
Rain: Accepted.
Paris: Would you also accept that there are lives at stake here? The more you keep asking me questions, the more difficult you make things. For everybody.
Rain: I'll try.
Paris: So, why'd you become an astronomer?
Rain: My brother had a telescope, a little refractor. You could barely see in the tree house next door actually, but it was enough. It was enough to see the rings of Saturn. I remember. I remember I used to think that they looked like jewels from a pirate's treasure. All I ever wanted since then was to reach up and touch them.
Tuvok: Good morning.
Rain: Agent Tuvok, what's up?
Tuvok: Breakfast is up. Have you made any progress?
Paris: I think so.
Rain: Chili burritos, foot long hot dogs and Goliath Gulps. This is not a breakfast, this is an afternoon at Dodger Stadium.
Tuvok: And that is a non-sequitur. Would you please hand me a burrito.
Rain: Everything you guys do is just a little bit off.
Paris: These things are kind of crude. So much for sending a locator signal.
Tuvok: There is another option.
Paris: The radio dish at the Observatory. We could use the same set up
Rain: The same set up as I used to send that message to your whatever it is up in orbit.
Tuvok: We will require your assistance.
Rain: No kidding.
Paris: Well?
Rain: Not on an empty stomach.
Chakotay: Starling downloaded nearly twenty percent of our computer core while we were trying to beam the timeship out of his building.
Torres: I'm replacing those programs as quickly as I can, but some of it isn't retrievable.
Kes: Like the Doctor. There's literally nothing left of him. He's just gone.
Janeway: Unfortunately the Doctor is only one of our problems. Our weapons are offline, Tuvok and Paris are still missing somewhere in Los Angeles, and we've confirmed Captain Braxton's hypothesis. If Starling does attempt a flight to the future, it will most likely end in disaster.
Kim: Captain. I've analyzed Braxton's schematic. The temporal technology is incredibly complex.
Torres: No matter how much a genius this Starling might be, he is not a trained pilot from the twenty ninth century.
Chakotay: Without the exact calibration, that ship will rip the time-space continuum apart.
Kim: The instant he jumps to the twenty ninth century, there won't be a twenty ninth century. Not for Earth anyway. The entire solar system will be destroyed.
Janeway: I want that timeship.
Torres: Long range transporters are still down. We'd have to drop out of orbit again.
Neelix: Captain, I strongly recommend against that. The more legitimate news organizations have apparently decided that the Voyager image is fraudulent. However I've also been monitoring more official channels and the United States military is taking things just a little more seriously.
Chakotay: If we risk another pass through the lower atmosphere, there's a chance of getting intercepted by the Air Force.
Janeway: If we can't get to the ship, maybe we can get to the man. Torres, I want
Crewwoman: Captain Janeway. I'm receiving a transmission from Lieutenant Tuvok, audio only.
Janeway: Mister Tuvok, report.
Tuvok: Lieutenant Paris and I are at the Griffith Observatory
Tuvok: In the Hollywood Hills. We have modified the satellite dish transmitter to carry and receive Voyager communication frequencies. I regret the bad connection.
Janeway: That's quite all right, Mister Tuvok. What's happened?
Tuvok: We have become associated with a young woman employed at the astronomical laboratory. It was she who sent the message to Voyager, but her lab is under the supervision of an individual
Tuvok: Named Henry Starling.
Janeway: Oh, we've met Mister Starling. He has the timeship and he's the one who will cause the disaster in the twenty ninth century.
Tuvok: Then it would seem we must find a way to stop him.
Janeway: Tell me about this young woman. Can we trust her?
Tuvok: She and Lieutenant Paris appear to be bonding on a cross-cultural level. I would have to say yes.
Janeway: Ask if she'd be willing to help us.
Starling: How's it going?
Emh: I find your interest in my well-being to be less than genuine.
Starling: Try to be a little more grateful, Doc. The schematics I downloaded from your ship indicate you were stuck in the sickbay twenty four hours a day.
Emh: I recently suffered a severe program loss and I'm still in the process of retrieving my memory files, but apparently on a few occasions I have been projected into other locations. Undoubtedly you're using a similar procedure.
Starling: My holographic simulator. We use it to test our new microchip designs. I projected you through the emitters in the office. Your program really isn't very sophisticated.
Emh: That is a matter of opinion. Now would you please return me to my vessel.
Starling: Can't do that. Not yet. I've a few questions I want answered.
Emh: If you have need of medical expertise, I would refer you to a more local physician.
Starling: All Captain Janeway's talk of a disaster I caused is just smoke. You came here to steal my timeship.
Emh: That is simply not the case.
Starling: That timeship is from the twenty ninth century. Technology five hundred years more advanced than anything you've got. You'd love to get your hands on it. You figured I'd be any easy target. Some backwards twentieth century Neanderthal that doesn't know what he's got. But you found out otherwise, didn't you?
Emh: A paranoid response indicative of bipolar personality disorder. If my history is accurate, southern California in the late twentieth century had no shortage of psychotherapists, competent and otherwise. I suggest you find one. Now, return me to Voyager.
Starling: I've learned your weapons are damaged, your ship's teleporter's half shot, but I didn't get all the personnel files. I have to know my enemy. Give me Captain Janeway's psychological profile.
Emh: I'm a doctor, not a database.
Starling: I'd say you're a little bit of both. Start talking.
Emh: Or suffer the consequences? Hardly. I'm a hologram. I experience neither pain nor fear of death. You have no means of coercing me.
Starling: Pain. It's an interesting sensation, isn't it.
Emh: I, I never realized.
Starling: How unpleasant it could be? This is what burning feels like. For a human to experience what you're going through right now, he'd have to be on fire.
Emh: How?
Starling: By reconfiguring your tactile response sensors. Easy as proverbial pie. Feeling more co-operative?
Starling: I'm in a meeting, Dave. Put her through.
Rain: Mister Starling. Oh my god, I'm so scared. They're going to find me. I don't know what to do.
Starling: Take it easy, Rain. Everything's okay.
Rain: Everything's not okay. People are shooting at me! They're going to find me. I don't know what to do.
Starling: Yes, you do. You're going to jump in a cab and come to my office. You'll be safe here.
Rain: No, they'll find me.
Starling: Where are you?
Rain: Metro Plaza, by the fountain. Please come get me. Please.
Starling: I'll send somebody.
Rain: No! You. I'm really scared.
Starling: I'll be right there.
Rain: He bought it, sort of.
Paris: What do you mean?
Rain: I don't know. His voice sounded a little suspicious.
Starling: Pack a lunch, Doc. We're going for a walk.
Emh: In case you have forgotten, I can only appear in a room equipped with a holographic projection system. In short, I am going nowhere.
Torres: Interferometric dispersion is online. That should take care of any radar detection. And I've configured the shields to disguise our visual profile. Unless somebody gets right on top of us, we should look like a small twentieth century aircraft.
Chakotay: Transporters are online. We should be within range in about ten minutes. You can see the entire Baja Peninsula. I'd forgotten how beautiful the view is from this altitude. I never thought I'd see it again.
Torres: You trained as a pilot in North America, didn't you?
Chakotay: That's right. My first year at the Academy. Then I went to Venus for a couple of months to learn how to handle atmospheric storms, and then I dodged asteroids for a semester in the belt.
Torres: Sounds like you had a lot more fun at the Academy than I did. I remember dodging a few punches in the lab.
Chakotay: Only you, B'Elanna, could start a brawl in Astrotheory 101.
Torres: I guess I was just a little more enthusiastic in those days.
Chakotay: I guess so.
Torres: Chakotay, what if we're stuck here? What if we can't find a way back?
Chakotay: There are still a few isolated places left in this century. We'd have to keep low profiles.
Torres: We'd have to get jobs.
Chakotay: I've thought about pursuing archeology full time. Maybe I could teach at a university or work on one of the important digs in Central America. There were still a lot of important discoveries to be made in this century. I could win a Nobel prize.
Torres: So much for a low profile.
Chakotay: What about you?
Torres: Highly qualified Klingon seeks position as engineer.
Chakotay: I'd hire you in a second. Let's start our descent.
Torres: Approach course laid in. Full power to thrusters.
Chakotay: Watch out for birds.
Paris: Paris to Chakotay.
Chakotay: Go ahead.
Paris: Starling's arrived, with the Doctor.
Torres: What? How is that possible?
Paris: I don't know. Are you within range?
Chakotay: Almost. Another two minutes.
Starling: I don't know, Doc. You were awfully quiet on the ride over here.
Emh: I'm not programmed to make small talk.
Starling: Maybe just a little bit anxious about being out in the real world.
Emh: It's just another environment to me.
Starling: Mind your manners, Doc. If your shipmates start any trouble, you'll be holodust.
Tuvok: I have triangulated the position of the van, Chakotay. Stand by for tricorder uplink. You'll be able to lock on the moment Starling is inside.
Rain: Mister Starling, I'm so glad you're here.
Starling: Tell your new friends to come out or their colleague here's going to die.
Rain: What are you talking about?
Starling: Let's go.
Rain: Oh, my van is this way.
Starling: We're taking my car.
Rain: I left my stuff in the van.
Starling: I'll send somebody back for it. Is there a problem?
Rain: No.
Paris: He's heading in the wrong direction. They're not going to the van.
Tuvok: Mister Chakotay, there is a problem.
Rain: That, that's the guy that tried to kill me.
Starling: No, he was trying to rescue you.
Rain: Where are we going?
Starling: To my office. You'll be safe there.
Rain: Office. Right.
Paris: We're recalibrating Starling's position. You're going to have to take him out of his own car.
Tuvok: There may not be enough time. I've determined the coordinates.
Paris: Now, Chakotay!
Chakotay: We've got a lock on Starling's position.
Torres: Energizing.
Starling: Dunbar, take the surface streets. The 101's a nightmare at this time
Rain: Oh my God!
Emh: Run!
Torres: The pattern buffer's overloading. He's activated some kind of device. It's interfering with the transport.
Paris: Are you all right?
Rain: I guess so.
Tuvok: Doctor.
Emh: I've been equipped with an autonomous self-sustaining mobile holo-emitter. In short, I am footloose and fancy free.
Chakotay: Captain, we've got Starling in our transporter buffers but we can't rematerialize him.
Torres: The interference is disrupting computer pathways.
Chakotay: Aft thrusters are down.
Kim: Captain, we're close enough to the shuttle to use the short range transporter.
Janeway: Janeway to transporter room one. Lock directly onto the shuttle's pattern buffers and energize.
Crewwoman: Acknowledged.
Janeway: Chakotay, we're taking over from here. Mister Kim, let's go.
Chakotay: The buffers are purged. They've taken Starling off our hands.
Torres: We're losing altitude.
Janeway: He's got what looks like a tricorder. It's putting out some kind of interference signal.
Kim: I'm isolating it, and suppressing the amplitude. Got him.
Starling: Ah. Damn it.
Janeway: Janeway to sickbay. Medical emergency in Transporter room one.
Kes: Acknowledged, Captain.
Chakotay: Propulsion is offline. Voyager, we're going down!
Torres: Where are we?
Porter: This one looks like an Indian, and that one, I don't know what her story is.
Butch: What's that thing on her head?
Porter: Careful, Butch, she looks like a fighter.
Chakotay: Who are you?
Porter: You first. Are you spying on us, Chief?
Chakotay: No, just passing by.
Butch: In your new stealth plane? Who sent you?
Torres: Nobody sent us. We had engine trouble.
Butch: I don't believe her. They're wearing military uniform, flying a secret plane. They're coming for us.
Porter: USS equals Federal Government. The Federal Government is the Beast.
Chakotay: We are not from the Beast. Just take us to our plane.
Butch: Shut up!
Porter: That'll be all. Call for reinforcements.
Porter: It's going to be a long day.
Rain: I've gone out with guys who've disappeared into thin air on the first date.
Emh: I assume she is speaking figuratively.
Rain: But I have never actually seen it happen. And you, Mister Leisure Suit.
Emh: There's a name I hadn't considered.
Rain: That guy punched you a bunch of times. You should have a black eye or a swollen lip, a broken nose.
Emh: Try to relax. You appear to be hallucinating.
Rain: Oh, is that what I am? I'm hallucinating. Oh.
Paris: Rain, I'm sorry you got dragged into all this.
Tuvok: Tuvok here.
Janeway: Tuvok, we've got Starling, but we've lost contact with Chakotay and Torres. Their shuttle went down over Arizona. Mister Kim is transmitting the co-ordinates to your tricorder. I want
Janeway: You to find them.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain. Tuvok out. Mister Starling is under control. I suggest you return to Chronowerx and continue the business there. The Doctor and I must make our way to Arizona.
Kes: He suffered minor synaptic stress during the extended transport. Enough to cause unconsciousness but not any permanent damage.
Janeway: Can you bring him out of it?
Kes: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: Welcome to the twenty fourth century. I took the precaution of removing your tricorder. That's what it's called, by the way.
Starling: It didn't work. Should have blocked your ship's teleporter.
Janeway: It works perfectly. You just don't know how to use it.
Starling: Give me some credit, Captain. I did pretty well for a primitive.
Janeway: That's all over now. I've won, so disable the forcefield around Chronowerx. I want that timeship.
Starling: You're in no position to be making any demands, Captain.
Janeway: On the contrary.
Starling: What're you going to do, shoot me?
Janeway: The thought has crossed my mind.
Starling: Well, it wouldn't get you anything. I've rigged the timeship. If you try to teleport it again, if you even go near it, Los Angeles will look like the face of the moon.
Janeway: You'd destroy an entire city? You don't care about the future, you don't care about the present. Does anything matter to you, Mister Starling?
Starling: The betterment of mankind.
Janeway: It doesn't look like that.
Starling: Why do you think I want to go to the future, a vacation?
Janeway: To get more technology. That's why you're launching the timeship.
Starling: I've cannibalized the ship itself as much as I can. There's nothing left to base a commercial product on.
Janeway: And the future is just waiting to be exploited.
Starling: You just don't get it, do you? I created the microcomputer revolution.
Janeway: Using technology you never should have had.
Starling: Irrelevant. My products benefit the entire world. Without me there would be no laptops, no internet, no barcode readers. What's good for Chronowerx is good for everybody. I can't stop now. One trip to the twenty ninth century and I can bring back enough technology to start the next ten computer revolutions.
Janeway: If you even attempt to travel to the future, you risk creating a temporal explosion that could cost billions of lives, including your own.
Starling: I'm willing to take that risk.
Janeway: In my time, Mister Starling, no human being would dream of endangering the future to gain advantage in the present.
Starling: Captain, the future you're talking about, that's nine hundred years from now. I can't be concerned about that right now. I have a company to run and a whole world full of people waiting for me to make their lives a little bit better.
Janeway: Computer, reactivate forcefield. Chronowerx' stock is about to crash.
Porter: There are two forces at work in the world. The drive toward collectivity and the drive toward individuality. You are the former, and I am the latter.
Torres: We told you. We are not from the United States Government, and we are not
Porter: The Beast has many heads and I'm looking at two of them.
Chakotay: Listen, I used to think violence could be the solution to a problem, but it's not true.
Porter: You are no patriot.
Chakotay: I was a freedom fighter, so I thought. That gun will get you nowhere.
Butch: Porter, they're coming! The Feds.
Porter: How many?
Butch: Three cars and a chopper. Two miles up Edgemile Road.
Porter: This is it, men. Get into position behind the house. Butch and me'll take these two.
Porter: Looks like your friends out there still believe in violence. Too bad for you.
Rain: Let's recap. UFO in orbit, laser pistols, people vanishing. I've seen every episode of Mission Impossible. You're not secret agents.
Paris: I told you, I can't talk about it.
Rain: You can't keep a girl from hypothesizing. I'm a scientist. I'm thinking, I'm thinking alternate dimension. I'm thinking close encounter.
Paris: Whatever.
Rain: Talk about a motley crew. We have the Doctor, a guy with the worst, worst taste in clothing I have ever seen. Tuvok, what a freakosaurus. Has the guy ever tried to smile?
Paris: Not that I can recall.
Rain: And you, Tom Paris. Sexy, in a Howdy Doody sort of way. Pretty goofy, although sometimes I think you're the smartest man I've ever met. All this running around you do, your mission. You're so dedicated, you know? Like you care about something more than just your own little life.
Paris: Is that so unusual?
Rain: Yeah. Whoa, I missed the turn.
Computer: SATCOM 47 activating.
Dunbar: Engage Starling location sweep.
Computer: Sweep underway.
Tuvok: We're in Arizona. Chakotay and Torres are thirty kilometers north east of Phoenix.
Janeway: Good. Get to them as soon as you can.
Kim: Captain, there's a transport in progress.
Janeway: What?
Kim: Starling's gone. He's beamed to the surface.
Janeway: He's got some kind of satellite in orbit.
Kim: He sent a transporter signal through our shields like they weren't there.
Janeway: Where's Starling now?
Kim: Tracking the signal. He's back at the Chronowerx building.
Starling: Mister Dunbar, good work. I think it's time to get out of here.
Paris: I guess this is goodbye.
Rain: Guess it is. Listen, are you busy tomorrow night? Because, er, you know, we should hang together.
Paris: I can't.
Rain: Oh, well, what about this weekend? You're married.
Paris: Absolutely not. Just very busy.
Rain: Yeah, you've got to get back to Mars, right?
Paris: Saturn.
Rain: That's perfect! I told you I always loved Saturn! So, give me your phone number.
Paris: Rain.
Paris: Tachyon emissions.
Paris: They're moving the timeship.
Rain: Timeship? What are you talking about?
Paris: You wouldn't mind hanging with me for a while longer, huh?
Police: We want the aircraft, and the occupant from the aircraft.
Porter: Get off my land!
Torres: What are they going to do when they find a half-Klingon in here.
Police: Who the hell are you two?
Tuvok: Please stand aside, Officer.
Police: I'm warning both of you to
Porter: They've got lasers! A black man and some bald guy.
Porter: God in heaven help us.
Emh: Divine intervention is unlikely.
Emh: Tuvok's at the shuttle. He's starting repairs.
Chakotay: Doctor, how?
Emh: It's a long story, Commander. Suffice it to say, I'm making a house call.
Kim: It's Paris again, Captain, on audio.
Janeway: Status report, Tom.
Paris: We just turned off the main highway
Paris: Onto a desert road.
Rain: Hi, this is Rain Robinson. You don't know me, but the point is there is zero traffic on this road.
Rain: They're going to know we're following them.
Janeway: Thank you, Miss Robinson. I'll keep that in mind. Tom, we've scanned the area. There appears to be a small landing field about ten kilometers ahead of you.
Paris: It could be his launch site.
Janeway: Stay on him.
Janeway: Our weapons are still offline and Torres hasn't finished repairing the shuttle. It might all be up to you.
Paris: I'll do my best. Paris out.
Paris: Look out!
Paris: Get in behind him.
Rain: What?
Paris: Right off his bumper. Little closer.
Rain: Forget it.
Paris: One more meter!
Rain: Just shoot!
Paris: It's flooded. Give it a second.
Rain: Well, do you think we got him?
Paris: I think so.
Rain: Come on.
Paris: Jump!
Chakotay: Chakotay to Paris. What's your status?
Paris: We're fine. Good shooting.
Torres: Wasn't there supposed to be a timeship in that truck? Scanning the debris.
Chakotay: There's a temporal transponder, set to give off tachyon signals. Chakotay to Voyager. The timeship's not here, Captain. It was a ruse. Starling's going to launch from a different site.
Starling: Activate hyper-impulse.
Computer: Hyper-impulse drive engaged.
Starling: Let's do it.
Computer: Command confirmed.
Kim: The timeship is entering the upper ionosphere.
Janeway: Track his course. Janeway to shuttlecraft, return to Voyager immediately.
Chakotay: Acknowledged, Captain.
Janeway: Phasers are still offline. I've armed the photon torpedoes but we still can't fire them. The launch activation sequencers aren't responding.
Kim: I think I can reroute fire command through the helm.
Janeway: There's no time. Take the bridge, Mister Kim. Should be second nature to you by now.
Kim: Captain?
Janeway: Open the access port to torpedo bay one. I'm going in there to reconfigure for manual launch.
Kim: Captain, with the activation sequencers down, you'd have to launch from inside the tube. It's too dangerous. The plasma exhaust will
Janeway: You have your orders.
Torres: I've got the transporters back online.
Chakotay: Mister Paris, stand by. We're bringing you aboard.
Paris: Acknowledged.
Rain: Your spaceship's waiting.
Paris: I've never met anyone quite like you, and I don't think I ever will.
Rain: Same here. Say hi to Saturn for me.
Paris: I will.
Starling: Initiate temporal inversion.
Computer: Initiating.
Kim: Bridge to Janeway. The shuttle's back on board.
Janeway: Good. I'm nearly there.
Kim: Captain, the timeship has jumped to warp one.
Janeway: Go to warp. We can't loose him now.
Kim: Welcome to the Bridge, Doctor.
Emh: Thank you. It's a pleasure to be here.
Chakotay: Status.
Kim: The Captain's in torpedo tube one. She's preparing for a manual launch.
Chakotay: Doctor, get down there.
Emh: How exactly to I get to torpedo tube one?
Chakotay: Ensign Kaplan, go with him.
Kaplan: Aye, sir.
Tuvok: The timeship is powering its temporal field generator. Starling will be able to open a rift within seconds.
Kim: Commander, the field he's creating? It's unstable.
Torres: If he enters the rift like this the timeship will create a temporal explosion.
Tuvok: Events are occurring just as Captain Braxton predicted. The disaster may well be inevitable.
Chakotay: Fate, Tuvok? I won't accept that. Close to within ten kilometers. We'll ram him if we have to.
Paris: Aye, sir.
Computer: Temporal core has reached cascade potential.
Starling: Penetration point at nine six mark zero four seven.
Janeway: Janeway to Bridge. I've reconfigured for manual launch.
Janeway: Arm the torpedo.
Tuvok: Torpedo armed.
Janeway: Lock on target.
Tuvok: Locked on.
Chakotay: Hail Starling.
Kim: On screen.
Chakotay: This is Voyager. Pull away from the rift.
Starling: Or what? Your weapons are down, friend. See you sometime.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Janeway. Captain, we have no other choice.
Kim: He's entering the rift.
Chakotay: Fire!
Starling: Uh oh!
Emh: Captain, I insist you come to sickbay.
Janeway: There'll be plenty of time for that, Doctor.
Chakotay: The Bridge is yours, Captain.
Janeway: Is there a chance in hell we can reopen that rift?
Kim: Captain, the rift is opening. There's something coming out. It's the timeship.
Janeway: Let's see it.
Tuvok: We are being hailed.
Janeway: On screen. Captain Braxton.
Braxton: Do you know me?
Chakotay: Yes, unfortunately.
Janeway: You tried to destroy our ship in the twenty fourth century and the next time we saw you, you were an old man, homeless, in 1996.
Braxton: I never experienced that timeline.
Paris: Then what are you doing here?
Braxton: In my century we can scan time, much as you use sensors to scan space. The Temporal Integrity Commission detected your vessel over twentieth century Earth. I was sent to correct that anomaly. Prepare to follow me back into the rift. I'm returning you to your own time, to your previous coordinates in the Delta Quadrant.
Janeway: Captain, we've been trying to get home to Earth for the last two years. Can you return us to our century but keep us here, in the Alpha Quadrant?
Braxton: I'm sorry. Temporal Prime Directive. I'm afraid you're on your own. Braxton out.
Kim: The timeship is re-entering the rift.
Janeway: Mister Paris, follow him in.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 50312.5. We are again in the Delta Quadrant, at the exact time and place we first encountered the timeship. I've resumed a course for Earth and I've ordered the crew to the Mess Hall for a toast.
Janeway: Cheers. To the future.
Paris: Hear, hear.
Janeway: How long will you be out and about, Doctor.
Emh: If you're referring to my new found mobility, that is entirely up to me.
Torres: I'm still trying to figure out exactly how the Doctor's autonomous emitter works, but it looks like downloading him back into the ship's computer isn't going to be much of a problem.
Emh: Apparently the reverse is also true. I will be able to make use of the emitter as casually as you might slip on a pair of shoes.
Torres: It's a little more involved than that.
Emh: You know, Kes, now that I'll be to and fro, your responsibilities in sickbay will increase.
Kes: I'm up to the challenge, Doctor, but what about you? There's going to be more to your life than sickbay.
Emh: Nothing I can't handle. You know, Captain, I've always wanted a little more privacy. Perhaps under the circumstances, my own quarters.
Janeway: One step at a time, Doctor.
Paris: You should have seen it when the parking enforcement officer came over to the van. Tuvok tried to use pure Vulcan logic to talk her out of giving us a citation.
Chakotay: Did it work?
Paris: Of course not!
Tuvok: Given Mister Paris's alleged familiarity with twentieth century America, it is a wonder we survived the experience at all.
Paris: Tuvok, has anyone ever told you you're a real freakosaurus.


Neelix: Oh, Gallia nectar! From a blossom which only grows near a certain lake on Paxau and blooms once every six years. Specialty of the house.
Kim: This is a real place?
Neelix: The Paxau resort was the place to go on Talax for serious relaxation and some personal pampering. It was very exclusive. You had to be rich and privileged, or know someone rich and privileged who owed you a favor. I'd say if anyone deserves and needs a little pampering, it's this crew. Don't you feel as if all your cares are just light years away?
Kim: Yeah, it's nice.
Neelix: I'm certainly open to any suggestions for perfecting the program.
Paris: Maybe it could use a little more, er, fun.
Kim: Loosen it up.
Paris: Yeah, right. Like this guy. He's so formal. Computer, give the waiter a more casual look. And have him serve Rekarri starbursts all around. Now, what we need around here are some more people.
Kim: Computer, add characters from Kim Sports Program Theta Two.
Paris: What sport would that be, exactly?
Kim: Volleyball. They're a Championship team. Gold medal winners in 2216.
Paris: No wonder your game's improved.
Kim: You know, this would be even better with more upbeat music.
Paris: Computer, access the cultural database and create musicians from Earth's Caribbean region.
Paris: Now this is relaxing.
Neelix: More drinks for everyone, and bring out some spicy paraka wings. You can't have a party without food.
Janeway: All senior officers, report to the bridge.
Kim: Great program, Neelix.
Paris: Save it for us, will you?
Neelix: I certainly will. Hey, how can you listen to this without feeling the urge to dance?
Emh: Sickbay to Kes. Please report here immediately. I've been informed we may have incoming casualties.
Kes: On my way, Doctor.
Tuvok: Captain, sensor readings indicate that radiation inside the alien vessel is rising to toxic levels. The lifesigns of the passengers are growing weaker.
Torres: Their warp core is heavily damaged. It's leaking drive plasma and gamma radiation. It could breach any time.
Chakotay: Can we beam the passengers out through all that radiation?
Kim: Not from here. We'd have to get within five thousand kilometers.
Tuvok: At that range, we'll be at risk if their engine core explodes.
Janeway: Lieutenant, take us into range.
Paris: Aye, Captain. Closing to within five thousand kilometers.
Kim: I'm diverting warp power to the targeting scanners, trying to get a pattern lock. There's still too much interference.
Janeway: A little closer, Tom.
Torres: Captain, I'm reading an energy build-up in the reaction chamber.
Janeway: Mister Kim.
Kim: I've got a lock. Initiating transport.
Torres: They're losing anti-matter containment.
Janeway: Shields up. Move us away.
Paris: Aye, Captain.
Tuvok: All major systems are undamaged.
Kim: I've got them, Captain. All three passengers are in sickbay.
Janeway: I'm impressed.
Emh: Start with the dermal regenerator on the worst of the radiation burns and scan for contamination of the surrounding tissue.
Kes: It's all right, it's all right, we're taking care of you now.
Emh: You must lie still. You have internal injuries.
Nori: My husband, is he all right?
Emh: I'll sedate you if necessary.
Kes: Doctor, his heart's stopped. He's not responding to cardiac induction.
Emh: Give him twenty milligrams of lectrazine. No effect. His biochemistry is incompatible with our medications.
Kes: No synaptic activity.
Emh: The tissue damage is too extensive. There's nothing more I can do for him. Record the time.
Nori: No, you must save him! Tieran.
Kes: I'm so sorry.
Nori: He can't be gone. He can't.
Adin: It was horrible. They chased us across half the sector. We were finally able to fight them off, but not before our own ship was damaged.
Janeway: Do you know who was chasing you?
Adin: This particular trade route has always been plagued by mercenaries and thieves. I'm sure they wanted to take our ship and hold us for ransom. I'm a very prominent physician and Nori is a cousin of the Autarch.
Nori: We're grateful for your help, Captain. We're complete strangers to you but we owe you our lives.
Janeway: I regret that we weren't able to save your husband as well.
Nori: I know your medical staff did everything they could, and Kes has been so kind and compassionate that I don't think I could be making it through this time without her.
Adin: I certainly hope that bringing us home won't take us too far out of your way.
Janeway: Not at all. We'll reach Ilari in less than two days.
Adin: When we arrive, I'm sure that the Autarch will want to thank you personally.
Janeway: I'll be very pleased to meet him.
Neelix: Oh. Hello, B'Elanna.
Torres: Good to see you too.
Neelix: I was hoping you'd be Kes. She was supposed to meet me here twenty minutes ago. It's not like her to be late.
Torres: She must have gotten held up with some work.
Neelix: I wasn't sure you'd enjoy the program with the new modifications Harry and Tom added.
Torres: Well, I've made a few modifications of my own.
Torres: Thank you. Great program, Neelix.
Neelix: Computer, locate Kes.
Computer: Kes is in Transporter room one.
Adin: Don't you worry about using a device that takes apart your molecules and sends them flying through space?
Kes: There are all kinds of safely procedures and back-up systems to make sure nothing goes wrong.
Neelix: Neelix to Kes.
Kes: Kes here.
Neelix: I hope you didn't forget our lunch date in the holodeck?
Kes: I'm sorry, I'll be right there. I have to go. I'll see you later.
Neelix: Are you feeling all right, sweeting?
Kes: It's just a slight headache.
Neelix: Well, we should get you to sickbay.
Kes: I'll be fine. Really.
Neelix: After lunch, we could go out for a sail.
Kes: That sounds nice, but can we do it some other time? I promised to show Nori and Adin the airponics bay this afternoon.
Neelix: You certainly seem to have hit it off with our guests. You've been nearly inseparable since they got here.
Kes: Nori really needs a friend right now. I want to be there for her. So I hope you understand I'll be busy with her and Adin for the next few days.
Neelix: We can keep them busy together. I'll arrange so many fun activities Nori won't have time to be sad. We can start with a lovely picnic
Kes: This is typical of you, Neelix.
Neelix: What? Wanting to help?
Kes: It bothers you that I'm making friends of my own. You always have to involve yourself somehow.
Neelix: Why, I certainly don't mean to intrude on your friendships. You can spend time with anyone you want.
Kes: As long as I still spend most of it with you.
Neelix: No. I, I'd hope that you'd want to be with me, at least some of the time. It's not a duty or an obligation.
Kes: Well, sometimes it feels that way.
Neelix: If you feel this way, why haven't you said so before?
Kes: Maybe I never realized a relationship could be any different. I've never been with anyone but you. It might be a good idea for both of us to spend some time apart. I'm sorry.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 50348.1. We've entered orbit around Ilari and sent a message to the Autarch inviting him to visit the ship. Instead, he'll be sending an official representative.
Nori: The Autarch might have taken a personal interest in our welfare.
Janeway: I'm sure he does. Our message made it very clear that you had both completely recovered.
Adin: I'm so glad you could join us.
Janeway: Beam our guest aboard. I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway
Tuvok: Commander, a phaser has been fired in Transporter room one.
Chakotay: Bridge to Janeway.
Janeway: Emergency in Transporter room oh! TIERAN-
Kes: They've activated a security alert. Secure the door like I showed you.
Kim: There's a transport in progress.
Chakotay: Block it.
Kim: I'm locked out. Commander, it's one of the shuttlecraft. Someone is beaming it into space.
Nori: They're right outside the door. TIERAN-
Kes: Everyone on the transporter pad now.
Adin: You're sure this is safe? TIERAN-
Kes: Maybe you'd rather stay here.
Kim: Commander, three people just beamed to the shuttle. The two Ilarii, and Kes.
Chakotay: Lock on the tractor beam.
Paris: I'm trying, but the shields around the shuttle have been altered. They're scattering the beam.
Chakotay: Target phasers at their engine core, just enough to knock out propulsion.
Paris: It's too late. They've gone to warp.
Chakotay: Set a course to follow them.
Paris: I can't find the shuttle's warp trail. There's no sign of them on long range sensors.
Tuvok: Transporter room to Bridge. Ensign Martin and the Ilari representative are dead. The Captain is injured and has been beamed to sickbay.
Chakotay: Acknowledged.
Kim: It looks like the shuttle's plasma injectors were remodulated to suppress their warp signature.
Chakotay: You wouldn't think it was possible to make those adjustments so quickly.
Kim: It takes some incredibly precise calibrations. Someone on that shuttle really knows what they're doing.
Adin: They didn't follow us. TIERAN-
Kes: Of course not. They're still trying to figure out what happened.
Nori: What's wrong? Does your head hurt? TIERAN-
Kes: A little. It's nothing.
Nori: Adin should take a look. TIERAN-
Kes: I said it's nothing! You're worse than that Talaxian.
Adin: We're in position over the encampment now. Looks like Resh's assembled the troops right on schedule. Four hundred men just waiting for your orders. TIERAN-
Kes: Maybe we should give them some.
Resh: What is this? Nori! I heard your ship had been destroyed. TIERAN-
Kes: You didn't think I'd let a little accident stop me, do you?
Resh: That's Tieran? TIERAN-
Kes: The host body you were expecting is dead. Fortunately a young nurse was with me at the right time, and she's provided me with a very suitable replacement.
Resh: Oh, I'm very relieved you survived. TIERAN-
Kes: Oh, I'm sure you are, at least for your own ambitions. I want you to advance my troops to the northern ridge.
Resh: But we can't go ahead with the attack now! TIERAN-
Kes: Are you questioning my orders?
Resh: This is insane. We've spent years planning this, every move, every detail, and now suddenly our leader's been reduced to a little girl? TIERAN-
Kes: I've been exploring the mind of this little girl and I've discovered some rather interesting abilities. TIERAN-
Kes: She had barely begun to tap into them. It's a good thing I came along, so all that wasted potential could be turned to a greater purpose. Now, should I continue the demonstration, or do I have your loyalty?
Resh: You shall have it. Sir.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 50351.4. We're holding a meeting with Demmas, the Autarch's eldest son and heir, in an effort to understand the recent hostile activity.
Demmas: I'm sure they really wanted to kill my father. He's the one they invited up to your ship. Nori and Adin are known to be political extremists.
Janeway: How could Kes be involved?
Demmas: I may be able to explain that. You mentioned that she was with the third patient when he died?
Emh: That's right. Why?
Demmas: I believe your crewmember has been inhabited by the consciousness of a very dangerous man, named Tieran.
Neelix: Who is that? What does he want with Kes?
Demmas: Oh, I know exactly what he wants. To overthrow my family's government and to reinstate himself as the Autarch.
Tuvok: He has held title before?
Demmas: Tieran ruled Ilari over two centuries ago. He was a war hero, a brilliant military leader. He brought security and stability during a difficult time in our history. But in peace time, he began to treat his own subjects as enemies. He became convinced everyone was a potential traitor.
Chakotay: At some point your people must have rebelled.
Demmas: They did, led by one of my ancestors. They laid siege to the Imperial Hall for over a year and the city around it was burned to the ground, but Tieran was finally defeated.
Tuvok: And yet you believe that he, or at least his consciousness, has survived.
Demmas: During his reign he became obsessed with his own mortality. He spent most of his time, and Ilari's resources, searching for ways to overcome death. Somehow he's discovered a way to transfer his own mind into someone else's body, as he's done with Kes.
Neelix: So he's been controlling her.
Demmas: Yes. Completely.
Neelix: But she, he knew things about Kes's life. He acted enough like Kes to fool us all. The real Kes must still be in there somewhere.
Demmas: Tieran may have access to her memories and her feelings, but the Kes you know is lost. I'm very sorry.
Janeway: I'm not prepared to accept that yet. Examine the body of the man who died. We need more information about how the transfer works if we want to get Kes back.
Demmas: That's certainly worth exploring, Captain, but our priority must be to stop Tieran. By force if necessary. Voyager is a powerful ship.
Janeway: You may be considering force, but my only intention is to rescue Kes and remove Tieran's consciousness. That should suit both our interests.
Demmas: You don't understand what's at stake here, Captain. You must help me to defend my people.
Paris: Bridge to the Captain.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Paris: We've located the missing shuttle.
Janeway: On my way. Let's hope we can put an end to this right now.
Paris: They entered orbit, then dropped their shields and cut their engines.
Kim: There's a residual trace of transporter activity. Looks like four people beamed from the shuttle to the surface.
Demmas: They're in the main chamber of the Imperial Hall.
Janeway: Lock onto those patterns and beam them back to Voyager.
Kim: I can't. Some kind of interference has gone up around the whole structure.
Demmas: He's after my family, my father and brother are down there.
Kes: Ah, the venerated Autarch. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time.
Ameron: Father! TIERAN-
Kes: Where's his brother?
Resh: He should have been here. TIERAN-
Kes: Get him out of here. Lock him up!
Adin: I think I've located the brother. According to security logs Demmas was transported to Voyager over an hour ago. TIERAN-
Kes: He's going to be a problem but we'll have to deal with him at another time. Give me the talisman. TIERAN-
Kes: This was stolen from me two hundred years ago, and I've dedicated every moment since to putting it back where it belongs.
Adin: Loyalty and service to the new Autarch.
Nori: Loyalty and service. TIERAN-
Kes: I want you to pay a visit to my supporters in Yaro province. Give them all new titles, whatever I promised. And of course, I couldn't overlook your faithful service. I think the title First Castellan suits you very well. I feel like I've finally come home again. The trouble is I left it. My portrait should be hanging here. As for the rest of this nonsense, it's nothing more than a useless display of wealth. As if the First Autarch needs to impress anyone. I want it all cleared out of here. Everything should look as it did during my reign! TIERAN-
Kes: I trust you'll take care of all that. And we'll need some new servants, too. What is it? You don't look happy.
Nori: I'm happy that we've accomplished our goal, but there have been some unexpected changes and I don't know how they'll affect our future together. I don't even know if I'm still your wife. TIERAN-
Kes: Forgive me, I haven't considered how unsettling this must be for you. Don't worry. You know how much I depend on you. Your loyalty and encouragement have helped make this victory possible. I'll share everything with you, just as I always promised.
Guard: Autarch! TIERAN-
Kes: Now I'm afraid I have business to attend to. Leave him here. Everyone else is dismissed. Ameron, you and I haven't had a chance to get acquainted. I'm Tieran.
Ameron: Tieran? TIERAN-
Kes: I like the way you say that. You and I didn't get off to a very good start, did we?
Ameron: You murdered my father right in front of me. TIERAN-
Kes: I shouldn't have let you watch that, I'm sorry. But his death was necessary to make room for his successor.
Ameron: Demmas is the rightful heir, not you. TIERAN-
Kes: How many times have people said the very same thing to you? It must have been hard to hear, every day, the constant reminder that your brother is destined to be ruler just because he was lucky enough to be born first. I don't think that's fair, do you?
Ameron: It's the law. TIERAN-
Kes: Doesn't have to be. It can change. Demmas is off hiding on some alien ship and you're here, with me. I'm sure it's an opportunity you've always dreamed of, to prove that you're really the natural leader and not just a weak copy of your father. Now you can have that chance, if you're willing to take it.
Ameron: You mean if I join you. TIERAN-
Kes: We have so much to offer each other. Your heritage would help solidify my claim and in return I could give you power. Real power to control the lives of millions of people. To reward your friends, punish your enemies. Everything you want can be yours for the asking. Everything.
Ameron: After what you've done? TIERAN-
Kes: That's all in the past. You should be thinking about the future. Would you rather be a martyr to your brother's cause, or rule by my side?
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. Demmas has decided to remain on board Voyager for the time being, but continues to monitor the worsening situation on Ilari.
Demmas: This coup attempt is turning my people against each other. They're splitting into factions, mine and Tieran's.
Tuvok: Whom does the law recognize as Autarch?
Demmas: Officially, I inherited my father's title upon his death. But this isn't a matter of law, it's about loyalty. Some people will follow whoever has more power and right now that's Tieran. He's gaining support everyday. He's already recruited some of my less reliable allies, which may include my brother, Ameron.
Janeway: Your brother? I assumed he'd been killed.
Demmas: So did I, until I learned otherwise from sources on Ilari. Tieran spared his life no doubt in order to win his loyalty. Ameron's always been easily swayed.
Tuvok: And you believe he would betray you?
Demmas: That's very possible. And if he does there will be no way to avoid a civil war. I must strike now, before Tieran is fully prepared!
Janeway: There are always alternatives to war. Before you send in your fleet I suggest we hear from the Doctor and consider the possibility of removing Tieran from Kes safely.
Emh: I've identified the transfer mechanism. This cortical implant was automatically activated at the moment of death. It enhanced Tieran's neural pattern and sent it out along the peripheral nerves. The actual transfer took place through these bio-electric microfibers. When they came into direct contact with Kes they transmitted Tieran's pattern up through her nervous system and into her brain.
Demmas: I assume Tieran would implant a device like this in his new body as quickly as possible.
Tuvok: Perhaps we can use that to our advantage.
Emh: My thoughts exactly. This synaptic stimulator will tap into the implant in Kes's body and remove the alien neural pattern. Then her own consciousness can take over.
Demmas: Yes, but how close would you have to get to use this device?
Emh: To be fully effective it would have to come in direct contact with her skin.
Demmas: If I could get anywhere near her, I'd use a thoron rifle to be absolutely sure.
Janeway: Not if you want my help. Kes is still a member of this crew, under my protection.
Demmas: I'm very sorry she got caught in the middle of this, Captain, but too many other innocent lives have already been lost. Including my father's.
Janeway: Then let's work together to prevent any more deaths. Don't risk the lives of your soldiers until you've exhausted every other option.
Demmas: What exactly do you suggest?
Tuvok: If Tieran is anticipating an attack by your fleet, he may not be guarding as carefully against an individual infiltrating the Imperial Hall. I believe I would be able to get close enough to Kes to use the Doctor's device.
Janeway: Your knowledge of the Hall and its defenses would be invaluable to us.
Demmas: All right, we'll try your strategy.
Adin: The new cortical implant looks fine. Let me just make sure it's connecting properly to the nerve pathways. TIERAN-
Kes: Do something about these headaches while you're at it. They make it difficult to concentrate.
Adin: That's an entirely different problem. This body isn't accepting your neural pattern very easily. She wasn't a willing host like the others. TIERAN-
Kes: She's been resisting me all right. I can feel her in the back of my mind somewhere like a trapped animal, rattling her cage. She's a lot of spirit. It's invigorating.
Adin: Your neural pattern may become unstable if you stay in this host. Now that we've got the transfer mechanism in place, I suggest you use it to move into a more compatible body. TIERAN-
Kes: No! I like this one. Particularly the unique mental abilities that come with it.
Adin: Consider the risks! TIERAN-
Kes: Do you really think a child like this poses any threat to me? I've been fighting worse battles since the day I was born. When the doctor said I wouldn't live past my first year I proved them wrong. Even when my parents thought I was too sickly to be worth caring for, I survived on the streets. Even when my own ungrateful subjects forced me into exile I refused to accept defeat. I certainly won't surrender to this little girl! You will not suggest it again.
Resh: Demmas has acquired two more ships.
Adin: There are reports that his fleet are massing behind the fifth moon. We should make a pre-emptive strike. TIERAN-
Kes: Not on the basis of an unsubstantiated rumor. Let him come to us. We'll be ready.
Nori: I'm told that the Viceroy of Genarr is ready to give you his support in exchange for more territory. TIERAN-
Kes: When did corruption become so commonplace? My people are crying out for moral leadership. I should make an example out of this Viceroy.
Adin: What's wrong? TIERAN-
Kes: There's someone.
Nori: Tieran? TIERAN-
Kes: There's a familiar presence in this room. Not any of you. Someone from this body's previous life. Someone she knew well. Seal the room! We have an uninvited guest.
Resh: Everyone stay where you are.
Nori: Who is he? TIERAN-
Kes: Someone very good at concealing himself and his thoughts. A diskiplined, logical mind. TIERAN-
Kes: You've made it this far without being detected, but you didn't realize how much more perceptive I've become. Typical Vulcan arrogance. It's touching really, your concern for the life of your little student, risking yourself in a hopeless effort to save her.
Resh: Get that off!
Nori: Are you all right? TIERAN-
Kes: Yes, I'm fine, and still perfectly in control of this body, but my compliments on your clever medical technology.
Nori: An attack on the Autarch is punishable by death. TIERAN-
Kes: She's so protective of me. But I think Voyager's tactical officer might be more useful to me alive.
Tuvok: You know that I won't provide you with any information. TIERAN-
Kes: You'd be surprised how often I've heard that.
Kes: Who helped you get past my security? Who betrayed me?
Tuvok: I had no assistance. TIERAN-
Kes: What will Janeway do when you don't come back? Send someone else? Join Demmas in an assault?
Tuvok: I have no knowledge of the Captain's plans. TIERAN-
Kes: She must have discussed alternate strategies with you before you came on this mission.
Tuvok: She did not. TIERAN-
Kes: I suppose I could threaten you, or torture you, but I doubt that would make any difference.
Tuvok: You are correct. TIERAN-
Kes: Fortunately I have other options now. With these new abilities, it's a simple matter to reach into someone's mind. With some people it's effortless. Others require a little more work. TIERAN-
Kes: Do you really think you can keep me away from your innermost thoughts? Your fears and insecurities? Your feelings? I sense an embarrassment at being captured, worry about how strong I really am, and of course there's anger. That's the emotion that really threatens your control. So you try even harder to hide from me. I feel those mental barriers going up. Do you notice that it doesn't seem to be working? As if someone were disrupting your ability to concentrate. It's a helpless feeling, isn't it.
Tuvok: You will not break my control. TIERAN-
Kes: Not break you, free you from all that repression. All you have to do is let go. I can help you release your own strength, and give you what you've always secretly desired.
Tuvok: I have never desired Kes. TIERAN-
Kes: All those hours you spent alone together, all those intimate moments touching each other's minds, you've never even wondered what it might be like?
Tuvok: Kes!
Kes: I'm here. I'm fighting him.
Tuvok: I had no doubt you would be.
Kes: There are times when he's weaker I can almost break through.
Tuvok: Tap into his strengths, and make them your own.
Kes: I'm losing hold.
Tuvok: I am with you. Don't let go. TIERAN-
Kes: No!
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 50361.7. Lieutenant Tuvok hasn't reported for our scheduled rendezvous and we've been unable to contact him. We're now considering other, more forceful, options.
Janeway: Our team will beam down to the surface approximately two kilometers from the palace. Demmas and his advanced guard will meet us there.
Neelix: Captain, I request permission to go with you on the rescue team. I had basic combat training on Talax. All right, very basic. But I've also been participating in tactical exercises with this crew every month. I have a lifetime of experience thinking on my feet, and you know I'll do everything in my power to make this mission a success.
Janeway: Consider yourself drafted.
Demmas: The detection grid will make a surprise attack difficult.
Paris: Well then, we'll have to find a way to knock out the grid.
Kim: I've been scanning it for weaknesses. The system goes through a maintenance cycle every ten hours. There are a few seconds when it might be vulnerable to a narrow band EM pulse.
Crewman: Bridge to the Captain. You have an incoming transmission from the planet.
Janeway: Put it through. TIERAN-
Kes: Captain, you failed.
Janeway: What do you mean? TIERAN-
Kes: I'm still in control. Your little device was useless and Tuvok is my prisoner. I suggest you call off your new rescue mission before you lose any more members of your crew.
Demmas: You've made a bad guess, Tieran. There will be no more rescues. TIERAN-
Kes: My guess is that you've discovered the convenient weakness in the detection grid. If you attempt to take advantage of it, I'll have twice as many soldiers waiting for you.
Chakotay: If this was meant to be a trap, why tell us about it? TIERAN-
Kes: I'm really not a monster. I have no quarrel with Voyager. Your crew did save my life once when my ship was about to explode. I haven't forgotten that. This has been a friendly warning, Captain, but it's the last one. Now, I strongly suggest that you accept your losses and be on your way. You have thirty seconds to leave orbit.
Kes: Send two of my warships to intercept Voyager.
Adin: You're not well. TIERAN-
Kes: If you can't do anything about this pain, then leave me alone.
Adin: You need to get some sleep. TIERAN-
Kes: No, she's there when I sleep.
Adin: She? TIERAN-
Kes: Kes! Who else.
Adin: You can't stay awake for the rest of your life.
Resh: The Voyager's leaving orbit. TIERAN-
Kes: Let them go.
Resh: Yes, sir, but, with all due respect, why? Demmas is on that ship. Our warships are in position to destroy it. TIERAN-
Kes: I told them they could go, and I keep my word. I don't have to explain myself to you. Get out! Everyone! Clear the room now!
Kes: You're losing, Tieran. Why won't you admit it?
Tieran: I will admit that you surprised me. Who would have imagined that such fierce determination existed within that deceptively frail body.
Kes: Don't continue to underestimate me. Release me, or I'll force you out.
Tieran: My dear, why should we be enemies? Why waste the energy in conflict when we could achieve so much more by cooperating.
Kes: You're contemptible, Tieran. I won't be any part of your plans.
Tieran: You're already a part of them. You and I have killed together, remember? And you will continue to serve my will. You really have no choice. Wouldn't it be wiser to join me? To take advantage of all I have to offer. You may find that you enjoy having power. I assure you, it is the finest aphrodisiac there is.
Kes: That may work with others, but it won't with me.
Tieran: So, you insist on making this a battle. How foolish.
Kes: It's a battle I intend to win.
Tieran: Brave words. You've been an annoyance to me, nothing more.
Kes: I've been more to you than that, and you know it. I'm fighting you with every bit of strength I have, and it's wearing you down. You're becoming more unstable every day. The headaches alone are almost more than you can stand.
Tieran: I've suffered pain all my life. It's going to take more than headaches to stop me.
Kes: I know all about your life. I know about your suffering. It doesn't justify what you've become. You're a monster, Tieran, and I have no compassion for you.
Tieran: And I don't ask for any. What I need from you I already have. Your body and your mind.
Kes: You may have my body but you'll never have my mind. I won't surrender it.
Tieran: You may resist and try to fight me, but eventually I will defeat you. I haven't existed for two centuries to be brought down by a child!
Kes: You're already deteriorating and it's only going to get worse. I'll find every little crack in your defenses. You'll feel yourself crumbling from within, your sanity slipping away. I won't stop until you're broken and helpless. There's nowhere you can go to get away from me. I'll be relentless and merciless, just like you.
Kes: What are you doing?
Adin: You were in such a deep sleep I had to use a stimulant to bring you out of it. Your neural stress levels are extremely erratic. This has gone too far. You must transfer out of this body before it destroys you. TIERAN-
Kes: I told you not to say that ever again! As you can see, I'm in full command of my faculties. This momentary lapse will pass and I'll be stronger than ever! Stronger than ever! Stronger than ever. Stronger than. TIERAN-
Kes: My friends, we have much to celebrate tonight. Our recent victory, the consolidation of power among those who are loyal to us, and the fact that Ilari is poised on the bring of what will be it's greatest era of prosperity. But there's another occasion that's cause for celebration. One that is perhaps the most joyous of all. I'd like to present my husband to be. TIERAN-
Kes: Don't be upset, it's only a political alliance. Ameron will help bring the support of Demmas's troops. Ah, tell me you still love me.
Nori: You know I love you. TIERAN-
Kes: Ameron! And Nori. You have both been essential to my success, and I want you to be close friends. I want us all to be very, very close. Ah, Nori, don't make me doubt your loyalty. I'm not listening to you!
Resh: Sir, enemy ships are approaching. At least twenty. It's Demmas's fleet, and Voyager. TIERAN-
Kes: I assume our ships are moving to intercept them?
Resh: Yes, but we are outnumbered. TIERAN-
Kes: I've always fought against the odds. My fleet will defeat them.
Resh: All the same, I recommend taking some precautions. We should get you to the reinforced shelter. TIERAN-
Kes: This is a celebration to announce my marriage. I won't allow Demmas to make me run like some frightened animal. Join us. Food and drink for my First Castellan. I told you to join us. Drink! Eat! I want all of you to enjoy yourselves. My charitable projects, how are they progressing? When do we break ground for the new library?
Nori: Soon. TIERAN-
Kes: Good. I want my people to know I have their welfare at heart. Tomorrow we'll send out an edict. Every citizen must have a garden.
Nori: A garden? TIERAN-
Kes: I love plants, flowers, anything that grows. Some of the times I felt most content were those spent watching the seedlings grow in the airponics
Resh: They've made it through our defenses. They're sending down ground forces. TIERAN-
Kes: That's impossible! You're lying!
Resh: I'm sending additional troops to the defensive positions. Activating full security measures. That ought to hold them off, but we have to go. Now. TIERAN-
Kes: Anyone who tries to leave this room will be shot as a traitor.
Resh: Look for yourself! TIERAN-
Kes: This has to be a trick, a ruse of some kind. That's what they're doing, they're creating a distraction to draw my attention away from their real plan.
Nori: Tieran, please, they're coming. TIERAN-
Kes: They must have sent an infiltrator. We have an intruder! I know you're here somewhere, Tuvok, you don't realize how perceptive I've become. I know you're here!
Paris: Tuvok!
Tuvok: Mister Paris.
Paris: No time for a tearful reunion. We've got to get you out of here.
Paris: Some day you're going to have to show me how to do that.
Nori: Don't give in. Stay with me. Tieran! TIERAN-
Kes: Still here.
Nori: Fight it. You must fight it, Tieran. Please, keep fighting.
Janeway: Do you have the device ready? Now!
Neelix: They're getting away.
Chakotay: I'll cover you.
Nori: We've got to get out, find a doctor and get you stabilized or transferred to a new host. You will survive.
Neelix: Kes! Stop! Please, stay there. Just let me get to you and this will all be over.
Ameron: Tieran!
Kes: Tieran?
Neelix: He's gone.
Kes: No, he isn't. He's still here. He moved onto someone else before you used this. He wanted you to think he'd been destroyed, but he's hiding in a new host. I know you too well, Tieran. TIERAN-
Ameron: No! You can't do this!
Kes: You died a long time ago. Now it's time to let go.
Kes: Demmas, it's over.
Tuvok: Your thoughts are a turbulent ocean. Visualize yourself floating above them.
Kes: I can't. I've been using all the meditations you've taught me, but they're not helping.
Tuvok: You must be patient, and allow yourself sufficient time. Don't attempt to deny the emotional impact of your experience.
Kes: How can I worry about my own well-being when so many people have suffered and died?
Tuvok: You were not responsible for Tieran's actions.
Kes: I can't help wondering whether I could have fought harder.
Tuvok: It was your absolute refusal to surrender which defeated him. You cannot ask more of yourself than that.
Kes: Everything seems so different now. My thoughts and perceptions, even my relationships with my closest friends. You, the Doctor, Neelix. How can I go back to my normal life as if nothing ever happened?
Tuvok: You cannot. This experience will force you to adapt. You are no longer the same person, and the course of your life will change as a result. Where that new course leads is up to you.