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Commander Chakotay.

I understand
you wanted to see me.

I'm told you are the officer
in charge of personnel,

that you prepare
the... duty assignments.

Is that the correct phrase?

That's right.

I'm finding it... difficult
to spend so much time alone.

I am unaccustomed to it.

The hours do not pass quickly.

I can understand that.

How can we help?

I've been considering
the matter carefully.

1 would like to request
a duty assignment.

Did you have something
specific in mind?

Yes.

Now what?

There's been a rupture
in the coolant injector.

I can see that!

Why haven't you sealed it off?

I'm attempting to do so.

That's better.

Lieutenant, I have an idea.

Perhaps it would be advisable

to reconfigure
the coolant assembly.

That would give us
greater control

over the pressure valve
emissions.

You're probably right.

And tomorrow, we can do it
first thing, but not today.

I don't understand.

Why wait till tomorrow
when today...?

Not today, Vorik.

Good morning.

Here's the helm control
evaluation you wanted.

Thank you.

We still on for dinner tonight?

I may have to work.
I'll let you know.

Uh-huh. Okay.

Have you decided if you're...

if you're going through with it?

I have

and I'm not.

Today hasn't started out
very well

and the last thing I need

is to get involved with
some obscure Klingon ritual.

You were the one
who suggested it.

I know.

And for one sentimental minute,

I thought that I might
actually go through with it,

but not anymore.

Of course not.

Wouldn't want to get
too sentimental.

I overslept this morning

because I forgot to tell
the computer to wake me

and then the acoustic inverter
in my sonic shower blew out.

That'll make your hair
stand on end.

So I didn't have time
for breakfast

and when I got here,
two people were out sick

so I had to cancel
the fuel cell overhaul.

And then an injector burst
for no apparent reason

and started spewing
plasma coolant...

Well, that's a run of bad luck
all right.

So, I am in a bad mood,
and I know

that I am being
a little bit testy.

No. That's okay.

Think about that dinner.

Be careful.

Something interesting
just happened.

What's that?

Seven of Nine requested
a duty assignment.

Fascinating.

She wants to work
in Engineering.

What?

The Borg use transwarp conduits

to travel through space
faster than warp speed.

If we could create
one of them...

We don't know anything
about transwarp technology.

Playing around with it
could be dangerous.

That's where Seven of Nine
comes in.

She's offered to work with you.

What do you think
her real motives are?

She's having a tough time

making the transition
from the collective.

She wants something to do.

I never thought of you
as naive, Chakotay.

Bottom line is,

I don't want her working
in Engineering.

The bottom line is,
I'm giving you an order

and you're going
to follow it, Lieutenant.

Whatever you say, sir.

Seven of Nine,
you told me you wouldn't

make any more attempts
to contact the Borg.

And I want to believe
that's true.

I assure you it is.

I've decided not to post

a security detail while
you're in Engineering,

but you have to realize
there are rules.

You'll be expected
to follow our protocols.

You'll report directly
to Lieutenant Torres

and obey any order
she gives you.

I understand.

One more thing--

your designation,
"Seven of Nine"

is a little cumbersome.

Wouldn't you prefer

to be called
by your given name, Annika?

I have been Seven of Nine
for as long as I can remember.

All right.

But maybe we could
streamline it a little.

How would you feel about...

"Seven"?

Imprecise...

but acceptable.

Tuvok to Captain Janeway.

Yes, Tuvok?

Please come to the Bridge.

A ship is approaching.

It's damaged, but functional.

Energy emissions are so low

it's probably not capable
of warp speed.

Several dozen life signs aboard.

We are being hailed, Captain.

Open a channel.

I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation
Starship Voyager.

I am Rahmin.

My people are the Caatati.

I apologize

for our appearance
and the condition of our ship.

Most of our people
were assimilated by the Borg

over a year ago.

We lost everything.

How many of you escaped?

A few thousand, on 30 ships--

all that's left
from a planet of millions.

I'm sorry.

Captain...

I want to assure you

my people were once
proud and accomplished.

I understand.

It pains me to have to ask this,

but I have 88 people
to care for on this vessel.

We need food, medicines.

Is there any way
you could help us?

Of course.

Send us a list of your needs
and we'll see what we can do.

I'm deeply grateful.

If it's not too much to ask,

is there any way
you might also spare

a small quantity
of thorium isotopes?

Without them,
our systems can't function.

I think we can arrange that.

I'll speak to my engineer.

You... can't imagine
what this means to us, Captain.

Thank you.

How are those thorium isotopes
coming, Vorik?

I'll admit I'm having trouble

controlling
the neutron absorption.

Try increasing
the temperature of the plasma.

Get the thorium to the Captain
as soon as it's ready.

Of course.

Tell me something...

when you hear
about people like the Caatati,

do you have
any feelings of remorse?

No.

That's it?

Just "no"?

What further answer
do you require?

Oh, maybe some kind
of acknowledgment

of the billions of lives
you helped destroy...

a justification
for what you did...

maybe...
a little sense of quilt.

Guilt is irrelevant.

Heartwarming.

I've set the parameters
for the tachyon burst

we'll need to create
a transwarp conduit.

It will be several hours
before the main deflector

can be modified.

I think it would be best
if I waited in my alcove.

I think you're right.

If I ever saw

a job for the morale officer,
it's sitting right here.

I'll bet I can help.

You're facing
a big challenge, Neelix.

I enjoy a challenge.

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

Blood pie, for the Day of Honor.

How did you know about that?

Has Tom been talking to you?

Not at all.

No, I-l make it a point
to know these things.

And if I'm correct,

many Klingon families
traditionally serve

blood pie on the Day of Honor.

I appreciate the gesture,
Neelix,

but, um, I've decided to ignore
this particular tradition.

No blood pie, no examining
my behavior over the last year

to see if I measure up
to Klingon standards.

Understood.

Lieutenant...

without knowing why

there's a black cloud
hanging over your head,

may I suggest something?

Go right ahead.

You have a... bit of a temper...

that you keep reined in

and sometimes,
it builds up inside you

until you explode at someone.

I'd say that about sums it up.

I'm offering to be
a pressure valve.

A what?

You may use me
to blow off steam.

When you're angry, come see me,

call me names

insult me,
question my parentage.

I won't take it personally,

and you won't need
to keep things

bottled up inside anymore.

That may be the nicest offer
I've had in a long time.

Thank you, Neelix.

You're sweet, but I'm not sure
I could do that to you.

I'm here if you need me.

Neelix...

about this, um, Day of Honor.

Do you think
I should go through with it?

I've always thought

traditions were good things...

worth preserving.

I've been thinking a lot
about...

the rituals that my mother
taught me, and...

they don't seem quite so hateful
as they did when I was a child.

Maybe being so far away from
anything Klingon has changed me.

It certainly can't hurt
to go through with the ceremony.

I don't know
what effect it'll have on me.

That's what's frightening.

All right.

Bring on the blood pie.

I can do this.

Qapla'!

What warrior goes there?

My name is B'Elanna.

Have you come
to have your honor challenged?

I guess so. Yes.

Are you willing to see
the ceremony through to the end?

That's the idea, isn't it?

What do I do?

It will be a lengthy ordeal.

First, you must eat
from the heart

of a sanctified targ.

Pak lohr!

Yes... the heart of a targ

brings courage
to one who eats it.

Next, you will drink motfoch

from the Grail of Kahless.

Drink to the glory of Kahless,

the greatest warrior
of all time.

Kahless defeated his enemies
on the field of battle

and built a mighty empire.

How have you
proven yourself worthy?

Um, I haven't built any empires,
and I can't say

that I've personally defeated
any enemies in battle,

but you have to realize,
I'm not living among warriors.

Then how do you expect
to distinguish yourself?

I don't know.

I guess I'm doing
the best I can.

Huh! A pitiful reply.

Let us proceed.

A warrior must endure
great hardship.

To test your mettle,

you will endure the Ritual
of Twenty Painstiks.

After that,
you will engage in combat

with a master of the bat'eth.

Finally, you will traverse
the sulfur lagoons of Gorath.

You know, I don't think so.

I didn't want to do this
before you described it.

Certainly not now.

I'm leaving.

Not until you have completed
the ceremony, pahtk.

Thanks so much.

It's been lovely.

Come in.

I tried to find you before,
but you were on the holodeck.

That's right.

You know, you left it running.

There was a Klingon in there
who didn't look too happy.

Really.

Yeah, and he was nursing
a whale of a black eye.

Looks like he had a run-in

with someone having
a really bad day.

That's very funny.

So, how'd it go?

It didn't.

Do you mind if we talk
about something else?

As a matter of fact, I do.

You have been like
a spitting cobra all day

and it's getting boring.

You know, we designed that
holodeck program together,

and I think you owe me
the courtesy

of telling me what happened.

It was ridiculous,
meaningless posturing.

Honor, dishonor--
what does it matter?

It matters because it's
part of who you are.

You've been running away
from that your whole life.

Who are you to tell me that?

I care about you,

but if you're going
to keep pushing me away,

then there's no point
in my staying around, is there?

Fine.
Just leave me alone.

Oh, don't worry.

If this is the way
you treat people

who try to be your friend,
you'll be alone, all right.

There are over 200 people
on our three ships alone.

Every one of them
suffers from malnourishment,

but it's been hardest
on the children.

Every parent sacrifices
for their child,

but even so,
there's not enough food.

If you could hear
the crying of the babies,

you would have as much trouble
sleeping at night as I do.

Have you considered
relocation to a planet

where you could
grow your own food?

Of course...

but we haven't
been welcomed anywhere.

Because we have no resources,

everyone treats us like
vagrants, even criminals.

We're not unsympathetic,
but we have limited supplies.

We can't possibly provide
enough for all your people.

Forgive me, but, from my
perspective, you live in luxury.

You don't suffer
from debilitating diseases.

You have many sources
of energy-- replicators.

Your crew is very well fed.

Apparently,
keeping your bellies full

is more important to you than
helping those less fortunate.

That's unfair.

These are the most generous
people you could hope to meet,

but if we gave supplies
to everyone who asked,

we wouldn't have anything left.

Neelix, how much food
can we spare?

We could provide each ship
with several hundred kilograms.

Do it and check with the Doctor

to see if he can spare
any medical supplies.

Aye, Captain.

Thank you.

May the gods smile
on you and your crew.

Tuvok, please escort our guest
to the transporter room.

I've never navigated
a transwarp conduit.

Any problems
I should be aware of?

You have no idea
what you're doing.

If we attempt to enter one,
I'll have to take helm control.

I am a quick study.

What species is that?

She is a human
who lived as a Borg.

Borg!

She is disconnected
from the collective.

She won't harm you.

Where's my wife?!
Where are my children?!

What did you do with them
after you took them?!

What did you do
with my family?!

Mr. Paris, please proceed.

I lost everything--
my family, my home...!

Sorry about that.

About what?

Well, the way he reacted to you.

He didn't injure me.

Good.

There are
many people on this ship

who have similar feelings
toward me.

I'm afraid you're right.

Does that bother you?

No.

Well, I'm not
one of those people.

We all have a past.

What matters is now.

I'm uncertain
what you're trying to say.

That...

if there's any way
that I can help you

adjust to your life
here on Voyager,

please ask me.

1 will remember your offer.

All systems are ready.

We're only going to take a peek.

We open a conduit, get
as much sensor data as we can,

and then close it up.

I want to take this
one step at a time.

I've set up
a temporary tachyon matrix

within the main deflector.

It's on line.

Engineering to the Bridge.

We're ready to start, Captain.

Go ahead. We'll monitor
your progress from here.

We'll need to be at warp speed

to create a large enough
subspace field.

I'd like to reroute
helm control to Engineering.

Agreed.
Janeway out.

Take us past...

Past warp 2. I know.

We're at warp 2.3.

All right.

Vorik, start emitting
the tachyons.

Energizing the matrix.

There's no indication
of a subspace field.

I'd recommend switching
to a higher energy band.

That did something.

The subspace field is forming.

Tachyon particles are leaking
into the propulsion system!

Shut down the deflector.

Done, but the leak
is continuing.

Janeway to Engineering.

Tachyons are flooding
the warp core, Captain!

If you can't stabilize
the core immediately,

evacuate Engineering.

Aye, Captain.
I'll get back to you.

I've cut all power relays,
but the tachyon levels

are still rising.

All right. Everybody out!

Now!

That means you as well.

I could be of help.

That's an order!

You can't order me.
I outrank you.

We've got
to neutralize the core.

I'll try decoupling
the dilithium matrix.

No effect!

Try it again.

It's not working!

The core's about to breach!

I've got to try one more thing.

B'Elanna, there's no time!

We've got to get out of here!

Come on!

Computer, prepare
to eject the warp core

Authorization:
Torres-omega-five-nine-three.

Computer, eject the warp core.

Torres to Janeway.

Go ahead.

We've dumped the core.

Welcome to the worst day
of my life.

Vorik, we have to get

those impulse engines
back on line.

You and Nicoletti get started.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Report.

We're stopped dead.

The warp core is millions
of kilometers away by now

and the impulse engines
are seriously damaged.

I can give you a few thrusters,
but that's about it.

How long before I can
have impulse power?

I can't give you
an estimate on that.

We're still assessing
the damage.

So much for opening
a transwarp conduit.

I sent the Borg
back to her alcove.

We won't be needing her
in here anymore.

At least
the core's still intact.

Tom.

Take a shuttle and find it.

See if you can tractor
it back to Voyager.

Yes, ma'am.

It'll be unstable.

It should be repaired

before he tries to put
a tractor beam on it.

Well, then, you go with him.

Do whatever you have to.

Just get it back
here in one piece.

We're getting near
some random ion turbulence.

I'll change course to avoid it.

I wonder what else
can go wrong today?

If we get this core back,
I'm going right to bed

and sleeping straight through
till tomorrow.

Get this day over with.

Well, look at it this way--

how much worse could it get?

Having to dump the warp core

has to be the low point
of any day.

Maybe it's me.

Maybe I'm asking
for this trouble somehow.

Or maybe it's just
a string of bad luck.

Sensors have picked up
a polymetallic object.

Could be the core.

That's the warp signature,
all right,

but there's something else
out there... a ship.

According to sensors,
it has the same energy signature

as the Caatati ships.

Maybe they're guarding it
for us.

Right.

I see it.

What do they think
they're doing?

They're trying to put
a tractor beam on it.

This is the Shuttle Cochrane
to the Caatati vessel.

Please respond.

Don't come any closer.

We're performing
a salvage operation.

Oh, what a coincidence--
SO are we.

I'm afraid we got here first.

Don't interfere
or we'll open fire.

Don't you realize
that core is highly unstable?

If you try to tractor it
like that,

you could cause
an antimatter explosion.

They're not answering.

Idiots!

We have to stop them
from destroying the core.

I'm going to try to disrupt
their tractor beam.

It's working.

What was that?

They sent an antimatter pulse
back through our particle beam.

Warning.

Structural integrity field
has been compromised.

Now at 53 percent and falling.

Hull breach
in two minutes 20 seconds.

Reroute power from the
propulsion and weapon systems.

Warning. Hull breach in
two minutes, ten seconds.

No effect.

Warning. The structural
integrity field has collapsed.

Hull breach in two minutes.

We have to get out of here!

Warning. Hull breach
in one minute, 50 seconds...

Computer, send a distress call
to Voyager.

Give them our coordinates.

Computer, respond.

The com systems must be down.

Transporters are still on line.

Stand by to energize.

Energize.

Paris to Voyager.

Do you read me?

Please respond.

Paris to Voyager.

It's no use.

The com system in these suits
won't carry that far.

When they get
the impulse engines repaired,

they'll come looking for us.

Well, I don't plan
on just drifting here,

hoping somebody will come along
and rescue us.

There must be something
we can do.

Agreed.

If we could interplex
the com systems in both suits,

we might be able to create
a phased carrier wave.

Voyager would read
the signature

and know it's from us.

Good idea.

Let me access your controls.

I thought you'd never ask.

That's it.

This would be a lot easier
if I had a hyperspanner.

Hold still.

Why is it we have
to get beamed into space

in environmental suits

before I can initiate
first contact procedures?

Why is it that if we're alone
for more than 30 seconds,

you start thinking
about contact?

Oh. That is not fair.

The other day in Engineering,
I must have gone...

four minutes before I started
thinking about it.

Okay...

I'm ready to initiate
the carrier wave.

Sorry.

Better?

Yeah.

Let's hope
it's still that strong

by the time
it gets to Voyager.

Come in.

Would you like tea or coffee?

I have no need
to ingest liquids.

1 still receive energy
from the Borg alcove.

My understanding is

that you're almost ready
to begin eating food.

That is what the Doctor says.

Why have you asked me here?

Whenever there's
an accident on the ship--

even a minor one--
we investigate it

in order to minimize the chances
of its happening again.

A prudent course of action.

I didn't have a chance
to talk to Lieutenant Torres

before she left the ship,

so... I wanted to ask you
some questions

about what happened
in Engineering.

Sensor logs indicate
that tachyons

were leaking into the warp core.

Do you have any idea
how it started?

No.

We had reconfigured
the deflector shield

to emit tachyon bursts.

The procedure
must've triggered the leak.

Who was controlling
the tachyon bursts?

Ensign Vorik.

What were you doing?

Monitoring the transwarp
frequencies.

And did you at any time
access deflector control?

You believe I'm responsible
for the accident,

that I deliberately
sabotaged the ship.

You're like the others.

You see me as a threat.

I won't lie to you.

Part of me is suspicious.

We've dealt
with tachyon fields before

and never had
this kind of problem.

Captain, I am unaccustomed
to deception.

Among the Borg,
it was impossible.

There were no lies,

no secrets, and I assure you

I had nothing to do with
the accident in Engineering.

I believe you.
Thank you.

I am finding it
a difficult challenge

to integrate into this group.

Itis full
of complex social structures

that are unfamiliar to me.

Compared with the Borg,

this crew is inefficient
and contentious.

But it is capable of...
surprising acts of compassion.

Unexpected acts of kindness
are common among our group.

That's one of the ways
we define ourselves.

Is there anything more?

Yes.

We still have to find out
what caused the tachyon leak.

Tell me what you remember
about the power fluctuations

in the propulsion system.

This isn't anything
like the simulations

we had at the Academy.

They felt peaceful...

like floating in the womb...

but right now,

I'm feeling a little sick
to my stomach.

You dropped out too soon.

In the third year,

there's a six-week course
of actual space walks,

so you can get used to them.

I never would've lasted
to the third year.

If I hadn't dropped out,
they would've asked me to leave.

I wish I'd known you then.

You'd have hated me.

I can't imagine a time

I wouldn't have
found you fascinating.

What the hell was that?

More ion turbulence.

Warning. Oxygen level
at 114 millibars.

My oxygen supply is leaking.

Warning. Oxygen level
at 93 millibars.

We'll have to share mine.

Are you getting air now?

Yes.

Much better.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

The turbulence must
have damaged my suit, too.

I should have at least
24 hours worth of oxygen,

but there's only about
a half hour left.

Engineering to Captain Janeway.

Yes, Ensign.

I'm pleased to inform you

that impulse power
should be restored

within the hour.

Good news. Let me know as soon
as the engines are on line.

Yes, ma'am.

Captain, I believe I've found
the cause of the accident--

erratic fluctuations
in the ship's warp power.

When tachyon levels rose
to a resonant frequency,

core pressure increased.

Then it was an accident.

Come in.

Captain, we've picked up

a carrier wave
with a Starfleet signature.

I'd guess it's Tom and B'Elanna,
but they're not

answering our hails.

They may be in trouble.

As soon as we get
impulse power...

Tuvok to the Captain.
Can you come to the Bridge?

On my way.

We're being approached
by an armada of Caatati ships.

They're hailing us.

On screen.

Hello, Captain.

You've brought some friends.

Needy friends.

We're hoping
you'll offer us more supplies.

I made it clear last time
that we couldn't

possibly provide you
with enough for all your ships.

And I had to accept that

because your ship
is more powerful than ours,

but the situation has changed,
hasn't it?

You seem to be
at a disadvantage now.

We have your warp core.

You can't escape.

I'm hoping that will make you
more generous.

We've given you
everything we can spare.

Return the core,
and we'll be on our way.

One of our ships might not seem
threatening to you,

but I assure you, 27 can inflict
considerable damage.

We are desperate.

Prepare to send us food, weapons

and your entire supply
of thorium.

And that Borg
you're protecting--

we want her, too.

There are many
who would enjoy a chance

to repay one of them
for what they did to us.

I'm lowering the oxygen ratio.

That should give us
a few more minutes.

I'm feeling...

kind of groggy.

Oxygen deprivation.

And you're lowering it?

We have to try to make it
last as long as possible.

It's ironic, isn't it?

What?

Today...

the Day of Honor...

is the day
that I'm going to die.

We are not going to die.

Would you stop
talking like that?

We have to face up to it, Tom.

There's something
I've been wanting to ask you.

Well, now's the time.

When we first met...

you didn't have
a very high opinion of me.

That's putting it mildly.

I thought you were an arrogant,
self-absorbed pig.

Flattery won't get you
any more oxygen.

Do you think I've changed?

A lot.

Now you're a stubborn,
domineering pig.

I'm just kidding.

There I go again...

just pushing you away.

You were right about me.

It's what I do...

push people away.

Well, it's a surefire way
of not getting hurt.

What a coward I am.

Shh...

Our weapons are more
powerful than theirs.

I say we fight.

Maybe if we give them something.

Like what?

I can't imagine what
would satisfy them now.

1 will go.

They asked for me.

If I surrender myself,
perhaps they'll let you leave.

That's very generous,

but 1 will not turn
you over to them.

I was only offering

to do what would be best
for this group.

You're part of this group now

and we're going to protect you.

It's time
to stop talking about this.

Tom and B'Elanna are in trouble
and we have to find them.

Tuvok, what's the status
of our weapons array?

Weapons are
at the ready, Captain,

but our shield strength
is extremely low.

We'll have to shut down
nonessential systems.

Reroute power to the shields.

We're going to fight.

That might not be necessary.

Caatati technology is dependent
on thorium isotopes.

If they had enough, they could
become self-sustaining.

But we don't have
that much thorium to give them.

When the Borg
assimilated the Caatati,

the survivors lost their ability
to replicate the isotopes.

But I have retained
that knowledge.

I could design an energy matrix
that would produce

thorium in large quantities.

If you've had this knowledge all
along, why didn't you say so?

I am not accustomed
to thinking that way.

Borg do not consider
giving technology away,

only assimilating it.

And what do you suppose
made you consider it now?

I am not certain.

Maybe... it was just
an unexpected act of kindness.

Work with Vorik
to build the energy matrix,

while I convince the Caatati

there's a better way
out of this.

This matrix will produce
944 grams of thorium per day.

Now you can power
all your systems

and begin to rebuild
your replication technology.

Will you allow us to leave?

One device isn't enough
for all our ships.

Using this matrix
as a template,

you can construct
as many as you like.

We can provide you
with components

and specifications.

You're free to go.

And thank you.

You're welcome.

Warning. Oxygen level
at 104 millibars.

Tom...

Come on.

Open your eyes.

Warning. Oxygen level
at 87 millibars.

I was having a dream.

There's something I have to say.

Me, too.

I'm glad
the last thing I'll see is you.

I've been a coward
about everything...

everything that really matters.

No. You're being
a little hard on yourself.

No.

I'm going to die...

without a shred of honor,

and for the first time
in my life,

that really bothers me.

So I have to tell you something.
I...

Warning. Oxygen level
at 71 millibars.

I have to tell you the truth.

The truth about what?

I love you.

Say something.

You picked a great time
to tell me.

Voyager to Tom Paris.

Tom, do you read me?
Respond.

We're here.

Prepare to beam aboard.