"Ensign Kim, please try and hold us steady." " This material is extremely fragile." " Sorry, Doc, I'm doing the best I can." " Maybe I should've insisted on a more experienced pilot, like Mr. Paris." " Oh, I'd give anything to trade places with him right now." " Seven, can you join me, please?" " On my way." " I don't know if I can take three more days of chasing comets with him." " The time might pass more easily if we disable his vocal processor." " I thought you might find this interesting." " Pre-animate biomatter." " Look deeper." " An undeveloped nucleus contained in a cytoplasmic matrix." " And buried deep inside that nucleus-- primitive strands of DNA." " The beginnings of life, Seven." " What's your point?" " When I look at this, I don't see a mere cell." " I see the potential for literature and art, empires and kingdoms." " Perhaps your visual subroutines are malfunctioning." " Someday... this cytoplasmic matrix may fall into the primordial sea of a distant world, where it could ignite an evolutionary process." " Eons from now, a creature not unlike you could emerge, look up at the stars and ask, "Who am I?" " How did I come to be?"" " It's the miracle of creation, Seven." " Doesn't that excite you?" " Ensign Kim, I asked you to hold us steady." " We're under attack!" " This is the Federation Ship Delta Flyer." " We're on a peaceful mission." " Hold your fire." " You're transporting a suspected photonic insurgent through Lokirrim space." " Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded." " Photonic insurgent?" " l-if you're referring to the hologram, he's our Doctor." " Seven, we've lost thrusters." " I'll try reinitializing the driver coils." " Voyager, this is the Flyer." " Mayday!" " Come in." " Subspace communications are off-line." " It's a tractor beam." " Remodulate our shields." " That should break us free." " Shields are down." " What's happening?" " They're using some kind of disruption field." " It's decompiling your matrix." " Federation vessel." " Power down your systems and prepare to surrender the photonic." " Seven, they're pulling us in." " You're going to have to hide the Doctor's program." " Do something, please." " We don't want to hurt you." " We're here for the insurgent." " Where's the photonic?" " You decompiled his matrix." " You murdered him." " Seven?" " I'm sorry." " There wasn't enough time." " Biogenic material." " It could be used to create viral weapons." " Confiscate it." " Our Doctor was using these spores to synthesize new medicines, not weapons." " What's this?" " It's my portable regeneration unit." " I have a unique physiology." " This device maintains my cybernetic systems." " Have this analyzed." " Yes, sir." " There's no one else aboard." " Take them to detention, and secure their ship in the Docking Bay." " You got what you wanted." " Let us go." " Transporting photonics and manufacturing biogenic weapons are serious charges." " Let's go." " I want to talk to your superior!" " Careful, Ensign, or you'll fracture a metacarpal." " That'd be the least of our problems." " The situation is not as desperate as it appears." " Not as desperate?" " We're prisoners on an alien ship." " Voyager has no idea we're missing, and the Doctor's been decompiled." " The reports of my decompilation have been greatly exaggerated." " Doc?" " Please state the nature of the medical emergency." " Seven downloaded my program into her cybernetic matrix." " An interesting sensation, to say the least." " And now you're in control of Seven's body?" " Total control, it seems." " What about Seven?" " is she all right?" " I scanned her before the aliens came aboard." " Physiologically, she's fine." " As for her consciousness, I'm assuming it's submerged, but there's no way to be sure, until I vacate her systems and conduct a neurological exam." " Then we need the mobile emitter." " This experience will make a fascinating article for the Starfleet Medical Journal." " Ow." " Careful." " That's not your body, remember?" " I knew Seven's senses were more acute than the average humanoid but... I had no idea." " What is that?" " What?" " That smell." " I don't smell anything." " Could be an airborne toxin." " Do you think they're trying to poison us?" " It's you." " It's been a busy day." " I guess I'm perspiring a little." " A little?" " Seven's had a busy day, too, and she's come through it smelling like the proverbial rose." " Captain's Log, Stardate 54238.3." " We've completed our maintenance layover at the Maldorian Station, and we're on our way to rendezvous with the Delta Flyer." " We expect to reach them in 48 hours." " Headache, fever, respiratory distress, tremors." " Looks like some kind of virus." " It is not a virus." " You want to tell me what's going on?" " In the Doctor's database, you'll find a medication under file Theta-12-Alpha." " Please replicate it immediately." " You know I can't give out medicine without knowing what it's for." " If you must know, I am suffering from a neurochemical imbalance." " An "imbalance"?" " It is native to my species." " Oh... this wouldn't be the kind of imbalance that comes around once every seven years?" " My Pon farr is in the early stages." " The urges are still controllable." " You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok." " A man of your advanced years still driven by the mating instinct?" " Unlike in humans, the Vulcan libido increases with time." " Well, I guess there has to be some kind of reward for all that Vulcan discipline." " The Doctor anticipated my needs and developed a treatment." " Combined with meditation, it will enable me to control the symptoms." " Well, if that doesn't work, there's always a cold sonic shower." " I'll tell the Captain that you'll be out of commission for a couple of days." " She will want to know why." " Well, according to my tricorder, all we've got here is a mild case of the Tarkalean flu." " Thank you, Lieutenant." " Mmm!" " I had no idea that eating was such a... sensual experience." " The tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's esophagus." " It's... it's exquisite!" " They're prison rations." " My uniform probably tastes better." " You know, I was thinking." " When we get back to Voyager, perhaps you and Seven could help me modify my physical parameters." " Why?" " So I can eat, of course, like any other member of the crew." " There's just one small problem-- you don't have a stomach." " Where is the food gonna go?" " I believe we can construct a holographic stomach." " It can store the food for eventual recycling." " Eh... maybe we should focus on something more productive, like getting out of here." " Relax, Ensign." " Our shipmates have never let us down before." " I'm sure the Captain will clear up this little misunderstanding." " In the meantime, are you going to finish that?" " You!" " Come with us." " I'm the senior officer." " If you're going to take someone, take me." " My orders were specific." " Don't worry, Ensign." " I can take care of myself." " Mmm." " My compliments to the chef." " The prisoner, sir." " Pulse-phased weapons, duranium-enforced hull." " Hmm." " Much more sophisticated than the typical smuggler's vessel." " How many ways do you want me to say this?" " We are not smugglers or terrorists." " We are explorers." " Let us contact our ship." " Our Captain will explain everything." " If you're innocent, then you won't mind telling me more about this vessel." " For instance, um..." "this device." " What does it do?" " That's a standard food replicator." " Can it be used to create bioweapons?" " Not unless you count Mr. Neelix's Bolian soufflé." " Let me show you." " Computer, one slice of New York cheesecake." " This is an old Earth delicacy." " How do I know you're not trying to poison me?" " Oh, please." " Mmm..." "Mmm!" " Oh..." "Oh, I never imagined..." "Mmm!" " is this the first time you've tried that?" " Of course not, but it's just that I usually... avoid foods that are this... rich." " I do have a figure to maintain." " Oh, I better get another for you." " Uh, computer, another slice of cheesecake." " Uh... here." " Mmm." " What other foods can that device create?" " Hmm..." "Oh... during my time with the collective, we assimilated thousands of cultures from one end of the galaxy to the other." " I'll say this for the Borg, we certainly do travel." " Oh, of course, my life didn't truly begin until I came aboard Voyager and met the person who..." "who changed my life, the only one who truly believed in me, saw my true potential..." "Your Captain?" " Our Doctor." " That's right, the "photonic."" " If only you could have known him." " Ruggedly handsome, a sharp wit, a towering intellect... lf he and I hadn't been colleagues, well..." "Now we'll never know what heights he could have reached." " I hope you understand, I had no choice." "" l was just following orders."" " I've heard that before." " Maybe there's something I could do for you." " Uh, l-l'll speak to my superiors-- ask for leniency." " Hmm.  lf l survive that long." " What do you mean?" " My cybernetic components are already depolarizing." " I need my regener..." "regeneration device." " As you can see, my motor functions are already impaired." " Right." " If I give this... back to you, will you do something for me?" " It was so nice of you to escort me." " Ah, nice to see you, Ensign." " Are you drunk?" " It wasn't my fault." " Seven's unique physiology is... unique." " It doesn't react well to synthehol." " What happened?" " Captain Ranek and I shared a meal aboard the Flyer." " He's really a gentleman once you get to know him." " You had a dinner date in Seven's body?" " It wasn't a "date."" " It was a tactical maneuver, designed to win the trust of our captors, and it worked." " I won't ask what you had to do to get this." " Nothing unladylike, I assure you." " They lost their medic in a recent skirmish, and I offered to take his place." " Let's download your program before they change their mind." " Hey, careful where you point those tubules." " Sorry." " Easy." " How do you feel?" " I'm impaired." " You've had quite a shock to your system." " Let me explain what's happened." " I know exactly what's happened." " You've been abusing my body." " l'm a doctor!" " Shh!" " I would never abuse your body." " I was trying to get information." " Sometimes a, a glass of wine can... loosen the tongue." " One glass." " That doesn't excuse the other eight." " Was it that many?" " Seven, you were aware of everything?" " Painfully." " I'm afraid the role of "spy" wasn't written into my program." " I was forced to..." "improvise." " You "improvised" your way through an entire cheesecake, as well as three servings of Ktarian chocolate puffs." " Now I have to suffer the consequences." " I apologize if I..." "overindulged." " I'll be more careful next time." " There won't be a next time." " I'll be discovered." " They'll decompile my program." " Shh!" " I know this is difficult for you, but you're going to have put up with it, until we can get out of here." " How do you propose we do that?" " Maybe you can tap into their com system, get a message to Voyager." " Deciphering alien computers isn't exactly my forte." " But it is one of mine." " If you can get close enough while they're accessing their systems, I'll be able to observe their command protocols." " What's the situation?" " The Captain wants the female prisoner in the Medical Bay." " We should proceed." " You're saving my life." " I want you to know how grateful I am." " Try to remember that the next time you're tempted to overindulge." " Photonics' viral weapon attacks the cerebral cortex." " Within days, the victims suffer complete synaptic failure." " Well, if we can't stop the virus, we may be able to slow its progress." " We need to synthesize a neural inhibitor." " Forgive me, but aren't you the ship's Tactical Officer?" " Tactical Officer, Medic, Engineer." " We've lost nearly a third of our crew to the photonics." " Well, you certainly know your way around a medical bay." " You may have missed your true calling." " Actually, Emmik always thought I'd become a teacher." " He used to call me "the little professor."" " Who's Emmik?" " The photonic who helped raise my brother and me." " He knew more about treating scrapes and bruises than any organic doctor I ever met." " Sounds like someone I'd enjoy meeting." " Maybe..." "before he joined the insurgency." " Why did he do that?" " I ask myself that question every day." " We never treated him like a servant, but he turned against us anyway." " is it... possible he felt..." "subjugated?" " I don't see how." " He lived his own life, pursued his own interests." " He was part of our family." " At least I thought he was." " We should get back to the patient." " It could take up to a day to determine if the inhibitor is working." " Thank you." " Don't thank me." " Thank my ship's doctor." " He taught me everything I know about medicine and remember-- he was a photonic." " Actually, you have a lot in common with him." " He was something of a jack-of-all-trades, too." " I suspect you'd have gotten along famously." " I'm certain he would've taken a liking to you." " Your neurotransmitters aren't absorbing the medication." " Can you increase the dosage?" " Not without causing damage to your neocortex." " The Doc might be able to synthesize a stronger medicine, but... I'll make the best of the situation until he returns." " I do have one area of expertise that might help-- the holodeck." " I am a married man." " Look, it's the holodeck, Tuvok;" "it doesn't count." " is that what you tell your wife?" " No, of course not." " My days of rescuing slave girls from Planet 10 are history." " Look, you have photographs of your wife, right?" " Well, the computer can use them to create a replica." " It wouldn't be breaking your vows if it's a hologram of your wife." " As it was in the dawn of our days, as it will be for all tomorrows, to you, my husband, I consecrate all that I am." " T'Pel, my wife, from you I receive all that I am." " As it was in the beginning, so shall it be now." " Two bodies; one mind." " I'm picking up a vessel closing at high impulse." " They're firing." " Shields are holding." " Open a channel." " This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager." " We're on a peaceful mission." " We've detected photonic activity aboard your vessel." " Drop your shields and prepare to be boarded." " Photonic activity?" " Tuvok-- he's in Holodeck 2." " They're firing again." " It's some kind of photonic disrupter directed at Holodeck 2." " Target their weapons array and fire." " They're hailing." " On screen." " Drop your shields and prepare to receive our inspection teams." " You're not in a position to be making demands." " Why did you fire on us?" " Your vessel is carrying photonics through Lokirrim space." " We didn't realize that was forbidden." " We'd be happy to shut down our holodecks." " Your sensors should confirm they've been deactivated." " You're still required to submit to inspection." " Your sensors should also confirm that our weapons are ready to fire." " We're both reasonable people." " I suggest a compromise." " Your vessel will escort us through Lokirrim territory." " That way, you can keep an eye on us, make sure we don't reactivate our holodecks." " The other alternative is... we destroy your ship." " Your proposal is acceptable." " Sometimes diplomacy requires a little saber rattling." " Begin long-range scans." " I can picture them now-- my father in his airponics bay pruning his cona vines, my mother reading in her favorite chair." " Nothing in that home ever changes." " It must be comforting to have a place like that to go back to." " I've never been away this long before." " His progress is remarkable." " I want you to know, I'm going to tell my superiors everything you've done for us." " First Ranek and now you." " I may become the first prisoner of war to be decorated by his captors." " I know someone who'd really enjoy meeting you." " Who?" " My brother, Lohden." " Your brother?" " You'd like him." " He's ambitious, accomplished, and he'd love your sense of humor." " Hmm." " Apparently, it's my most attractive quality." " Seven of Nine." " Please report to the Bridge." " Let me guess-- your crew decided to abandon ship." " I wanted to thank you." " I had a wonderful time the other night." " It's not often that I... indulge myself like that." " It's been a long time for me, too." " I remembered your interest in stellar phenomenon, so I requested a course change to show you something." " What is it?" " To an astronomer, it's simply a pulsar cluster, but our poets call it the "Window of Dreams."" " You could travel from one end of the Quadrant to the other and never see anything like it." " Lovely!" " Hmm." " It's the pulsar's EM fields vibrating against our hull." " Huh." " I once thought this was the most beautiful sight in the sector." " Hmm." " I see now that I was wrong." " Hmm." " Oh.  I almost forgot." " Oh, I promised a friend I'd go easy on the synthehol." " Do you hear that?" " It's identical to the rhythm produced by the eight-chambered Ktarian heart." " Hmm." " is something wrong?" " Rapid pulse, respiratory distress." " You may be having a reaction to the pulsar's radiation." " We should get you to the Medical Bay." " No, I'm not going to the Medical Bay." " You starship Captains are all alike." " You can stare down the barrel of a phaser cannon, but you can't stomach a simple medical exam." " I don't need an exam to know what I'm suffering from." " I'm sorry.  I thought..." "You were wrong." " I didn't mean to offend you." " It's just... I've never met a woman like you before." " That's because there are no women like me." " is something wrong?" " Ranek summoned me to the Bridge under the pretext of a little stargazing." " What he really wanted was to use my face as a tongue depressor." " I'm surprised to hear that." " It was completely inappropriate!" " That kind of behavior would get a Starfleet Captain reassigned to a garbage scow." " I'm not defending what he did, but... you have to understand we've been out here for a long time." " It's difficult to hide your feelings, especially when you work closely with someone you're attracted to." " You... have feelings for him?" " I've known Lotharios like Ranek." " Trust me, you don't want anything to do with him." " You need someone who... who can appreciate your many talents." " Someone... overflowing with intelligence and compassion, someone capable..." "Ow!" " Ah!" " It looks like a spasm in the trapezius." " I had no idea it could be... so excruciating." " That's what happens when you work so long without rest." " Ah!" " Our last medic showed me a technique that might help." " l-l'll try it, if you like." " Please, anything!" " Oh, that... that feels... wonderful." " Oh..." "Did I hurt you?" " No, no-no, no, no, no." " Well, then what's wrong?" " There's something you don't know about me, something I have to tell you." " It's all right." " I know." " You do?" " How could you?" " Your cybernetic implants, your portable regenerator?" " You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" " I would never say anything to the crew, but Ranek knows." " He does?" " Of course, it was apparent the moment we scanned you." " I can't believe you didn't say anything." " It wouldn't have been appropriate." " You're part Borg." " It's nothing to be ashamed of." " Ah." " Mmm." " Security to Medical Bay." " This is Lieutenant Jaryn." " The prisoner is ill." " He's requesting treatment by his crewmate." " Hmm." " Ensign." " Where the hell have you been?" " I had to fake a seizure before the guard would let me see you." " Calm down." " Seven and I have been making progress." " Did you get a look at their computer?" " During the one brief moment when the Doctor wasn't indulging himself." " I think I've shown considerable restraint under the circumstances." " Kissing Ranek on the Bridge?" " is that your idea of restraint?" " Kissing?" " Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know," "Ranek kissed me." " And the massage you got from Lieutenant Jaryn?" " Entirely therapeutic." " You became sexually aroused in my body." " When did it become a crime to enjoy a sensation or two?" " Of course, you'd be the last person to understand that." " What do you mean?" " The whole world is full of experiences and sensations, but you insist on denying yourself." " Instead of replicating caviar, you choose nutritional supplement" "13-Alpha." " Caviar is an indulgence." " Indulgences are what make life worth living!" " Shh!" " These last few days have been a revelation." " Feeling your lungs fill with air, the surge of adrenaline through your veins." " Until I spent a day in your skin, I never knew what I was missing." " You may have been better off not knowing." " We're quite a pair." " Me, trapped by the limitations of photons and force fields." " You, by a drone's obsession with efficiency." " You'd make an excellent hologram." " All right!" " Listen, you can argue all you want when we get back to Voyager, but that's not going to happen unless we come up with a plan." " Did you learn anything about their com system?" " It can only be accessed from the Bridge, but I saw Ranek enter his command codes." " If we can get those codes to Voyager, they may be able to disable the shields and beam us out." " How are we going to do that?" " The subspace transceiver on the Flyer." " Can you get aboard?" " It's heavily guarded." " I can get us aboard." " Captain, may I speak with you?" " Privately." " I owe you an apology." " Well, I was the one who acted inappropriately." " Oh, a kiss is hardly a court-martial offense." " It's just that you..." "caught me by surprise." " l-l won't make that mistake again." " Perhaps, we should..." "start over." " What did you have in mind?" " Oh, we could start with a toast." " I thought synth..." "Oh, I can make an exception for a... special occasion." " Computer, champagne, two glasses." " To new beginnings." " Maybe there's some hope for us yet." " As I've discovered recently, anything is possible." " Computer, dim the lights." " Play EMH Music File" "Gamma-12." " Oh... this is interesting." " It's called a waltz." " Something else I learned from our Doctor." " Captain Ranek, please come to the Bridge." " What is it?" " We've received an encrypted transmission." " Oh, I'll be right there." " You're not leaving?" " Um... I'll be back as soon as I can." " I really think you should stay." " Never play hard to get with a hologram." " Still no sign of the Flyer's warp signature." " I appreciate your sense of duty, Tuvok, but we can handle the situation without you." " Under the circumstances, abandoning my post would be a dereliction of duty." " My illness is still in the early stages." " I can control it." " If I remember correctly, the last time you came down with the Tarkalean flu was seven years ago." " As soon as this is over, the holodeck is at your disposal." " There you are, Commander." " Now, a person in your condition really ought to be in bed." " This is my grandmother's recipe, guaranteed to cure even the most stubborn flu." " Now... smell that?" " I don't smell anything." " Exactly." " I prepared it just the way you like it." " No herbs or spices of any kind." " It's practically tasteless." " We're receiving a hail." " It's the Delta Flyer." " On screen." " Seven, it's good to see you." " I'm afraid there's no time for pleasantries, Captain." " We're being held prisoner on a Lokirrim patrol ship." " I'm sending you our precise location and the command codes to disable their shields." " Are the Doctor and Harry all right?" " Ensign Kim is his usual chipper self." " As for me, I'm looking forward to a long, uneventful shift in Sick Bay." " Doctor?" " It's a long story, Captain." " Delta Flyer out." " They may be in more trouble than we thought." " Set a course." " Our escort isn't going to take kindly to a detour." " What's the status of their weapons?" " They've repaired their forward phasers." " Target their power matrix." " We may only get one shot, so make it count." " Ready." " Do it." " Direct hit." " Get us out of here, maximum warp." " What's wrong with him?" " Apparently, Captain Ranek has an even lower tolerance for synthehol than I do." " That doesn't sound like Ranek." " It's probably not something he'd admit to his crew." " We should keep this between us." " What are you doing?" " Reviving him." " l-l wouldn't recommend that." " Take her to detention." " Separate her from the other prisoner." " There are traces of sedative in your bloodstream." " What was your plan?" " To aid the insurgents?" " There was no plan." " We trusted you." " I'm still a prisoner on your ship, and despite our friendship, my first obligation is to escape." " We were going to recommend leniency." " If you knew who I really was, I doubt you'd be trying to help me." " Alien vessel approaching." " I want her where l can see her." " They are raising shields." " Stand by with those command codes." " Open a channel." " This is Captain Kathryn Janeway." " We don't want a fight." " Return my people and we'll be on our way." " Your people were caught transporting a photonic insurgent and biogenic material." " We don't want to disable your ship, but we will if we have to." " We're losing our ventral shield grid." " Compensate." " I'm trying." " They've tapped into the shield matrix." " They're using your command authorization." " They're rerouting power." " He's tying their shields directly into the warp matrix." " If you fire on us, you'll trigger a core breach." " You'll be killing the people you're here to rescue." " End transmission." " Tractor beam." " Full reverse!" " Target their emitters." " They've broken free." " Chakotay, can you send a com signal directly to Seven's cortical node?" " Doctor, if you can hear me, we need your help." " Try to disable their shields." " It's a photonic." " Cover me." " Stay back!" " I'm not afraid to use this." " Step away." " She destabilized the shield grid." " It's failing." " Watch them." " If you try to reinitialize the grid, it'll overload." " We could all die." " Ranek, don't!" " Stay back." " I'm a doctor." " Let me help." " Their shields are down." " I have a lock." " Away team, stand by for transport." " I have injured here, Captain." " I can't leave yet." " He'll die without immediate surgery." " I know this is difficult to grasp, but I'm the person you've been getting to know the last few days." " My program was in control of Seven's body." " You're lying." " I know you have feelings for Ranek." " If he dies, you're never going to forgive yourself." " Your vital signs are stable." " Suppose l should be, uh, grateful." " A "thank you" is customary after someone saves your life." " What happened was between me and Seven of Nine, not you." " I'm sorry you feel that way." " The truth is, aside from a few awkward moments, I enjoyed our time together." " There are many women who'd appreciate an attractive man like you." " I'm just not one of them." " Um, more of our vessels are on the way." " You should leave while you can." " Thank you." " I guess you won't be introducing me to your brother." " I'm not sure you're the kind of person he's interested in." " You mean because I'm a hologram." " I don't imagine this experience is going to change your feelings about photonics." " But I wanted you to know... I'm grateful for the time we've spent together." " You're a talented doctor." " We're the ones who should be grateful." " I'm glad I could help." " Doctor to Voyager." " One to beam out." " Commander... it's good to see you're over the flu." " I have fully recovered." " Thank you for your assistance." " Oh, don't mention it." " I just hope everything was okay." " Not exactly." " My wife's ears are four millimeters shorter than your facsimile's." " So I took a little artistic license." " Aside from that, was everything all right?" " The hologram was adequate, but no substitute for my wife." " Of course not." " Please state the nature of the medical emergency." " There isn't one... yet." " The Mess Hall is three decks up." " In case you've forgotten, I've lost my appetite..." "permanently." " That doesn't mean you're incapable of enjoying a meal." " Foie gras with truffles, an ancient Earth delicacy." " Chateau d'Yquem." " According to the culinary database, the ideal accompaniment." " Not your usual fare." " It's come to my attention that nutritional supplements don't fully meet my needs." " I see." " I thought we could share this experience." " I'll describe the meal to you... the tastes, the sensations." " Perhaps you can enjoy it vicariously." " What about the wine?" " It doesn't exactly agree with you." " If I become sick, I won't have far to go." " To shared experiences." " Hear, hear."