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You're late.

Sorry, sir.

What's the threshold of the H2 molecule?

14.7 electron volts.

Third brightest star in Orion?

Viewed from where?

Earth.

Gamma Orionis

or Bellatrix if you prefer the original Arabic name.

Not bad.

Now, give me a hug, Katie.

That's an order.

I wasn't expecting a pop quiz.

Just wanted to make sure all those pips

haven't made you forget you're a scientist first.

How could they?

I still have nightmares about your fractal calculus final.

There's still some work to be done,

but once the sawdust clears, I think you'll be impressed.

Voyager may not be as big as a Galaxy-class ship,

but she's quick and smart-- like her Captain.

700,000 metric tons, 15 decks, computer systems

augmented with bio-neural circuitry.

Top cruising speed-- warp 9.975.

Deck 1.

Of course, I expect

to get that up another notch or two.

Sounds like you already know your ship pretty well.

I've been buried in Voyager's schematics

for the past three months.

I could walk the corridors blindfolded.

You might not want to shut your eyes just yet.

Captain on the Bridge.

As you were.

It's bigger than I expected.

Schematics never fully prepare you for the real thing.

Try it on.

Don't get too comfortable.

I have more to show you.

Your home away from home.

Coffee?

Oh, no, thanks.

Coffee. Black.

Any word from Tuvok?

Not yet.

Shouldn't he have made contact by now?

We know he's aboard Chakotay's ship.

He's probably decided

not to risk exposure until he has to.

Catching up with him in the Badlands

is going to be tricky,

even in a ship as quick and smart as Voyager.

I've heard about a pilot who might make the job easier.

Who's that?

Tom Paris.

Admiral Paris's son?

Correct me

if I'm wrong, but he's serving a sentence for...

He's made some mistakes.

But everybody deserves a second chance.

I'll look into it.

If it's not too late,

I'd like to recalibrate the navigational sensors.

I think I can enhance the range.

Your coffee's not even cold, you're already making changes.

Excuse us, Ensign.

I like a ship that knows where it's going.

I assure you, Voyager has the best sensors in the fleet.

There's always room for improvement.

The Bridge is clear.

There's no sign of the weapon.

Continue scanning.

Acknowledged.

Your briefing room.

Starfleet's

most up-to-date vessel and they still can't design

a comfortable place to hold a meeting.

What do you think, Ensign?

Captain?

What's your opinion of this room?

It is an efficient design.

Well, there you have it, Admiral.

It's efficient.

I must be wrong.

Carry on.

We've added a new system

we're thinking of installing throughout the fleet.

The Emergency Medical Hologram.

I'm up-to-date.

Computer, activate EMH.

Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

It's programmed

with over four million surgical procedures.

Five million and the medical knowledge

of over 3,000 cultures.

Impressive.

Did you call me to chitchat

or is there an actual emergency?

His personality could use some work.

I'm designed to practice

medicine as efficiently as possible.

Small talk only compromises my performance.

Thank you, Doctor.

Computer, deactivate EMH.

Thank you.

Hello.

Sir.

Lieutenant Carey.

I don't think we've met.

Jameson, Anna.

Service number 860790.

I'm not security.

I'm just... trying to get to know

all the new faces around here.

What are you working on?

I am attempting to realign the EPS manifolds.

Do you need a hand?

No.

Well, maybe I'll see you in the Mess Hall later.

Unlikely.

Hmm?

I am not a member of Voyager's crew.

I'm on assignment here at Utopia Planitia.

Too bad.

Well... next time I'm in the neighborhood,

I'll drop by and say hello.

I wish Starfleet would give me more than three weeks.

With a little more time,

we could really explore the Badlands.

You haven't changed a bit.

Main Engineering.

Class-9 warp drive, tricyclic input manifold.

You'll be the first to test it in deep space.

I've localized the temporal distortions--

Deck 4, Section 39.

I've found the weapon.

Begin the procedure.

Problem?

One of the EPS relays just went off-line.

Voyager's first malfunction.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I tested those systems this morning.

As you were, Lieutenant.

I've been looking forward to getting my hands dirty.

Hmm.

The weapon is out of phase.

You've sent me to the wrong time frame.

At least we know where the weapon was placed.

Now we have to determine when.

This hatch is locked from the inside.

This isn't a secure area.

None of these hatches should be sealed.

I'm reading some kind of chroniton flux.

Chronitons?

It's coming from inside this Jefferies tube.

Patterson to Security. Seal off Deck 4.

I've been detected. I must leave.

There's too much interference from the weapon.

Recalibrate your temporal transport beacon.

Understood.

We can access Section 39 through here.

Scramble the locking mechanism before they get in.

Hurry. They're approaching your coordinates.

You'll need to reset the command controls.

Stand by. We're trying to get you out of there.

It's time.

Pull her out.

There's too much interference.

If I transport her now,

we'll damage her bionetic implants.

If we don't, Captain Janeway's going to find her.

It'll contaminate the timeline.

- Sir... - Now.

Temporal transport in progress.

Question, Admiral.

What causes a chroniton flux of .003?

I don't know.

Neither do I, but whoever or whatever it was...

it's gone now.

The subject is approaching the temporal threshold.

I told you this was going to happen.

She's dead.

Any luck reviving her?

No, sir.

We'll have to recruit her again.

Sir, a fourth jump, she could suffer neural damage--

even temporal psychosis.

Unless we repair the timeline, she's going to die.

We're giving her another chance to save her crew and herself.

We'll go back and retrieve Seven of Nine

a microsecond before the explosion.

That way no one will notice she's gone.

Tempus fugit, Lieutenant.

Raise shields.

Time frame-- Stardate 52861.274. Delta Quadrant.

Spatial coordinates-- 87-Theta by 271.

Target-- USS Voyager.

Follow the light

to the left,

right,

and up,

and down.

Hmm.

I ran a complete self-diagnostic.

Mm-hmm?

At first, I thought my ocular implants

were malfunctioning.

However, after consulting the Starfleet medical database,

I realize it's a flaw in my human physiology.

Specifically?

I'm experiencing dizziness, double vision.

After considering

all potential environmental and genetic factors,

I've concluded that I am suffering

from Albright-Salzman syndrome.

A rare neurological condition

that hasn't affected a single human being

for over two centuries.

Unlikely.

Human physiology is imperfect--

susceptible to a variety of disorders.

True, but in this instance,

we can safely say you're suffering

from a mild case of sensory aphasia...

a minor disruption to your neuro-receptors.

Neither rare, nor life-threatening.

Apparently I was in need of a second opinion.

That's the danger of self-diagnosis--

patients always assume the worst.

This should clear it up.

How do things look now?

Normal.

Doctor, please report to Sick Bay.

On my way.

Next time your human physiology fails you,

don't consult the database.

Just call me.

You are the database.

With two legs and a splendid bedside manner.

A curious exercise.

Yeah, Ping-Pong.

You should try it.

It's a great test of hand-eye coordination.

I don't require testing.

Yeah, so the Doc tells me-- a visual acuity index of 99.6.

You know, you'd be great at this game.

Why don't you be my partner

in the doubles tournament tonight?

Chapman was supposed to play,

but he's come down with a nasty case of space sickness.

I'm busy.

Oh.

Too bad.

Well, I guess I'll have to tell B'Elanna

that you thought you couldn't beat her.

You're attempting to appeal to my vanity.

Is it working?

1 will consider your request.

It's yes or no, Seven-- the tournament's tonight.

Yes.

Great.

Meet me in the Mess Hall at 1900 hours.

We'll get in a little practice first.

Captain, you don't look well.

Come in, please.

I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Symptoms?

Nausea, dizziness.

It looks like a simple case of space sickness--

the third one I've treated today.

That's odd. We haven't run into any turbulence.

It's possible the inertial dampers

are out of alignment.

Even so, I've been on some pretty rough rides.

It's never affected me like this.

It happens to everyone.

20 milligrams of inaprovaline should restore your space legs.

I'll check the dampers.

Double-check your bio-readings.

See if there's another explanation.

Point, server.

It's all in the wrist.

Score?

19-18.

Say good night, Harry.

What do you call that shot?

I'm reading temporal distortions.

Report.

The temporal distortions

are fracturing space-time throughout the ship.

Cause?

Unknown.

They appear to be emanating from Deck 4, Section 39.

We've already erected force fields,

but they're not having much effect.

If we can't find a way to stop them,

they'll tear the ship apart.

How much time do we have?

Two hours, at most.

Go to Deck 4 and find out what we're dealing with.

Let's see if we can find a way to enhance the force fields.

An injection a day keeps space sickness away.

You try to be funny after treating 37 cases of nausea.

Janeway to Sick Bay.

Go ahead.

We've found the source of our epidemic--

temporal distortions.

I was beginning to suspect some kind of anomaly.

I've designed a treatment

that seems to be inhibiting the symptoms.

Keep me posted.

Aye, Captain.

Neelix to the Doctor.

I've got a medical emergency in the Mess Hall.

Ensign Mannus is violently ill.

On my way.

Take over here.

Doctor, shall I whip you up a photonic snack?

Where's the medical emergency?

I hope you're not referring to this pot roast.

You called me a few minutes ago.

You said Ensign Mannus was ill.

1 did?

Yes.

Ensign Mannus is right over there.

He came in an hour ago.

He looks perfectly norm...

Acute space sickness.

Good thing you were here.

I wouldn't have been, if you hadn't...

Temporal distortions.

Doctor?

This is all starting to make sense.

In Sick Bay, it's 1500 hours, 43 minutes,

but in the Mess Hall, it's 1536.

Seven minutes earlier.

1 did get a call from you.

You just haven't made it yet.

Coffee, black.

Come in.

Before you say anything,

let me remind you what happens to bearers of bad news.

Don't kill the messenger.

Go ahead, fire.

It looks like these space-time fractures are growing stronger.

We're detecting temporal paradoxes throughout the ship.

Paradoxes?

Internal chronometers show

it's 0600 on Deck 9 and 0605 on Deck 13.

Time's passing more quickly in some parts of the ship

and slowing down in others.

Maybe that explains why this coffee

tastes like it's three days old.

The same thing's been happening in the Mess Hall.

Food replicated less than an hour ago is already spoiled.

I've been working

on a way to enhance our containment fields

to keep the fractures from spreading.

I'll get a team on it right away.

In the meantime, we should evacuate

the affected areas.

See to it.

There's one other problem.

Turbolifts...Turbolifts... Turbolifts 2 and 3...

2 and 3 are off-line... are off-line... so we've

been using... so we've been using... the Jefferies tube.

...using the Jefferies tube.

Captain?

There's a temporal distortion intersecting this room.

It's expanding.

Time to test your new containment fields.

This is where they're coming from.

I still can't tell what's causing them.

What is it?

A piece of technology.

It's emitting temporal distortions.

Why can't I see it?

My ocular implant can detect irregularities in space-time.

Torres to Bridge.

We've found the problem.

There's some kind of device in Junction Beta-28.

Beam it off the ship.

I can't get a lock.

The distortions are beginning to demolecularize the hull.

Hull breach-- Ventral Section 14.

Captain, I'm picking up a strange reading on Deck 4.

What kind of reading?

It's a chroniton flux-- .003.

More distortions?

I don't think so.

Dry dock.

Ma'am?

The first time I saw these readings was...

five years ago?

Voyager was still in dry dock.

Same readings, same location.

What caused them?

I never found out.

We're losing structural integrity.

Multiple breaches-- all decks.

Emergency systems are failing.

The distortions are ripping us apart.

We have to abandon ship.

All hands, this is the Captain.

Proceed to the escape pods and abandon ship.

Repeat: Abandon ship.

Program the pods for a heading of 178 mark 4.

We'll rendezvous in orbit of an M-Class planet

at those coordinates.

Repeat: All hands,

proceed to the escape pods and abandon ship.

Identify yourselves.

No time.

Welcome back.

Why have you brought me here?

For some reason, I always think you'll remember.

I'm Captain Braxton.

This is Lieutenant Ducane.

You're aboard the Federation Timeship Relativity.

I'm no longer in the 24th century.

No.

For you, it's almost 500 years later.

We've brought you here to help us solve a mystery.

Someone-- we don't know who--

has planted a weapon aboard Voyager.

It's designed to fracture space-time

within a radius of 150 meters.

Why do you need me?

Your ocular implant.

It can detect disruptions in space-time

better than our sensors.

You're more familiar with Voyager and her crew,

less likely to arouse suspicion.

So far, you've been quite useful.

So far?

We've recruited you twice before for this mission.

Take a look.

A force-3 temporal disrupter.

Your previous attempts

to disable it have been unsuccessful.

We're trying to catch the saboteur

before he places the weapon on Voyager.

Do you have a suspect?

Not yet.

Do you know when the device was placed?

Not precisely, but we've narrowed the window to a period

two years before you joined the crew

when the ship was under attack.

Species 329-- the Kazon.

Our database indicates that Voyager

was boarded twice during that period.

The Kazon are an inferior species.

They don't possess the technology to create

such a complex weapon.

We believe the saboteur infiltrated this time frame

because Voyager's shields were down.

It was the perfect opportunity to evade detection.

If I fail, you will recruit me again.

If necessary.

But this will be the third time

you're going to be removed from your time frame.

If we do it a fourth, there could be certain...

side effects.

Side effects.

You might experience sensory aphasia.

It affects the cerebral cortex

and can lead to temporal psychosis.

But in your case, we're hoping third time's a charm, eh?

I'll do my best.

Bring her up to date on our protocols.

Aye, sir.

When you're finished here, meet me in Holo-Matrix 1.

I've prepared a simulation.

Let's see how much you've assimilated.

The Dali Paradox?

Also known as the melting clock effect.

It refers to a temporal fissure

which slows the passage of time to a gradual halt.

The Pogo Paradox?

A causality loop

in which interference to prevent an event

actually triggers the same event.

Excellent.

Can you give me an example?

The Borg once traveled back in time

to stop Zephram Cochrane from breaking the warp barrier.

They succeeded, but that, in turn

led the Starship Enterprise to intervene.

They assisted Cochrane

with the flight the Borg were trying to prevent.

Causal loop complete.

So, in a way, the Federation owes its existence to the Borg?

You're welcome.

The Seven of Nine Paradox.

I beg your pardon?

How we do know that my presence on Voyager

will not alter the timeline?

You know, you've asked me this every time?

What's been your response?

That uncertainty is part of the equation.

We don't know what's going to happen.

I don't enjoy uncertainty.

Neither do I, but I trust Captain Braxton's instincts

just as you trust Captain Janeway's.

This is a simulation

of Junction 49 on Voyager's fourth deck.

Thanks to you, we've learned that the temporal disrupter

was, and will be, concealed here.

I gave up trying to keep my tenses straight years ago.

How will I disarm it?

You've already tried... unsuccessfully.

The weapon's out of phase.

You'll have to find the saboteur before he plants it.

This will detect any chroniton flux

other than your own, and I'm authorizing you

to use whatever force may be necessary.

Understood.

One more thing-- watch out for the Janeway factor.

I am not familiar with that protocol.

Your Captain has a knack for sticking her nose

where it doesn't belong,

especially when it comes to time travel.

Captain Janeway is quite resourceful.

Has it occurred to you that she may be helpful?

Helpful? That woman has been responsible

for three major temporal incursions.

No doubt creating numerous paradoxes.

And who do you think had to repair the damage? Me.

She's reckless; she has no regard

for the integrity of the timeline.

I asked for her help once.

She refused, and I ended up stranded

in the late 20th century.

Have you ever been to that time frame?

No.

Well, I don't recommend it.

After three decades with those post-industrial barbarians,

I had to go through extensive rehabilitation

before I could return to duty.

Avoid contact with Janeway.

That's an order.

Yes... sir.

This will occlude your Borg implants.

Ready?

Yes.

We have a saying in our line of work:

"There's no time like the past."

Raise shields.

Time frame-- Stardate 49123.5621. Delta Quadrant.

Spatial coordinates-- 21 Alpha Prime by 936 Zeta.

Target-- USS Voyager.

All hands to battle stations.

We're under attack.

Repeat: All hands to battle stations.

Return fire.

They're dropping spatial charges.

Evasive maneuvers.

Shields down to 20 percent.

Another Kazon ship is approaching.

Janeway to Engineering. We need warp engines.

I can't give them to you--

not until I've repaired the containment generator.

Time?

I'll need ten minutes, at least.

Captain, I'm picking up a strange reading on Deck 4.

What kind of reading?

It's a chroniton flux-- .003.

Any idea what's causing it?

Not yet.

It could be random interference from Kazon weapons fire.

I don't think so.

I've seen these readings before.

There's no sign of the weapon.

Any uninvited guests?

Not yet.

The lead vessel's been disabled; the others are regrouping.

B'Elanna, status?

Warp drive's on line,

but the containment field's still unstable.

Warp 2 is the best I can give you.

I'll take it.

Engage.

They're not pursuing.

Dry dock.

Ma'am?

The first time I saw these readings was over two years ago

when Voyager was in dry dock.

Same readings, same location.

What caused them?

I never found out.

The signal vanished

before we could isolate it.

Erect a level-10 force field around that section.

Is this really the time to be chasing sensor ghosts?

Something tells me this is more than a coincidence.

Seal off Deck 4. Tuvok, you're with me.

They've erected force fields around my location.

I may have been detected.

How shall I proceed?

Lieutenant, respond.

What's wrong?

The force fields are blocking our transmissions.

Compensate.

Seven of Nine, report.

Relativity, are you there?

It's no use, sir; she can't hear us.

I don't believe we've been introduced, Ensign.

Lower the force field.

I stand corrected.

We have met.

Utopia Planitia.

The briefing room.

You told me it was "efficient."

Janeway...

You've mistaken me for someone else.

Oh, I don't think so.

So, here you are, two years later

on the other side of the galaxy.

Imagine that.

You are preventing me from completing a vital mission.

Who are you, and what are you doing on my ship?

Don't say anything.

She can't hear you, sir.

My designation is irrelevant, but I assure you I have

no hostile intentions.

Somehow, I don't find that very comforting.

Are you working with the Kazon?

No, I am not.

I'm detecting biomechanical implants.

They have a Borg signature.

Janeway to the Bridge.

Scan the vicinity for Borg ships.

Did you say Borg?

Do it.

You will find none.

Then how did you get here?

I'm no longer Borg.

Then who are you?

I can't answer your questions.

Good.

Why not?

It would be a violation

of the Temporal Prime Directive.

You're from another time?

Yes.

No...

Who sent you?

I can't tell you that.

I would be risking damage to the timeline.

I don't care if history itself comes unraveled.

I want to know why you're on my ship.

What's that?

You must release me.

Why?

Voyager is in grave danger.

So we've noticed.

Not from the Kazon, from an act of sabotage.

I've been sent here to stop it.

The intruder has already boarded the ship.

Please, your lives depend on it.

You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's happening.

My name is Seven of Nine.

I'm a member of your crew--

rather, I will be a member of your crew.

I've traveled back in time to try to prevent a disaster

that will destroy Voyager.

Get her out of there.

I'm trying.

Let's see if I've got this straight.

You're a Borg drone attempting to prevent a disaster

that won't occur for another three years.

Three years, six months, and two days.

Does this make any sense to you?

Like most time paradoxes, it's implausible,

but not necessarily illogical.

Captain...

when you take me from the Borg, you are going to tell me

that part of being human is learning to trust.

Trust me. Now.

Lower the force field.

Seven of Nine to Braxton. Respond.

Stay where you are. We're pulling you out.

That would be unwise. I am pursuing the saboteur...

with Captain Janeway's assistance.

Tempus fugit.

Proceed.

Yes, sir.

The intruder is in Junction 52 Beta.

Take the starboard hatch.

Aye, Captain.

Captain Braxton...

Lower the temporal disruptor.

It's armed.

I'll activate it.

Lower your weapons.

Janeway...

Have we met?

Too many times, but you wouldn't remember.

They haven't occurred yet.

Seven of Nine, report.

I have located the saboteur.

Who is it?

It's you, Captain Braxton.

Me?

More accurately, a future you.

Now, let me complete our mission.

Our mission? I don't know what you're talking about.

Listen...

very carefully.

The circumstances of your life

are going to change in the next few years.

You'll be sent into rehabilitation again,

forced to retire.

And it's all because of Voyager.

Captain, I believe your future self

is suffering from temporal psychosis.

Well, of course, I am, you pedantic drone.

The only way for me... for us to recover

is to obliterate Voyager from the timeline.

That way, none of the events that caused this illness

will have occurred.

What events?

30 years of exile on 20th century Earth,

the temporal inversion in the Takara Sector,

three violations that I had to repair.

Can you get a lock on him?

Negative. He's activated a dispersal node.

I should say... you've activated

a dispersal node.

Don't be absurd.

I have no wish to sabotage Voyager.

Not yet.

Remodulate the transporters.

Find a way to cut through the interference.

I gave you an order, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm taking command of this vessel...

and I'm relieving you of duty

for crimes... you're going to commit.

I haven't done anything.

Seven of Nine...

apprehend Braxton.

No.

Relativity, he's escaped.

I'm tracking him.

He's traveled to another time frame...

two years earlier.

Transport me to those coordinates.

That would be your fourth jump.

I am aware of the risks.

Stand by.

Thank you for your assistance.

There's still some work to be done,

but, uh, once the sawdust clears,

I think you'll be impressed.

Voyager may not be as big as a Galaxy-class ship,

but she's...

Take cover!

Security, report to Deck 4, Section 12.

Erect force fields around all access points.

Is this part of the tour?

I've lost him.

He's still on Voyager, but he's gone five years ahead.

Initiate transport.

Point, server.

It's all in the wrist.

Score?

19-18.

Who are you?

Bridge, intruder alert, Deck 2.

Explain.

No time. You must apprehend him.

He's trying to destroy Voyager.

Seven of Nine, status.

I am incapacitated-- it's sensory aphasia.

Stand by.

I'm pulling you out.

Stop him.

Your future depends on it.

Braxton?

I disabled his tricorder.

He's trapped there.

Seven of Nine is pursuing him.

She is efficient.

She will succeed.

Let's hope so...

because we've run out of options.

You again.

I don't believe we've met, Ensign.

No, I'm wrong.

We have met.

Captain Braxton.

Not anymore.

I've lost my rank, thanks to you.

Seven of Nine to Seven of Nine.

What's your status?

We've apprehended Braxton.

How shall we proceed?

Stand by.

Long time no see.

Are you all right, Seven?

I believe we've just prevented Voyager's destruction.

Would you care to explain how you...

The Timeship Relativity.

We need your help.

This Seven of Nine stopped Braxton,

but she created

several temporal incursions along the way.

She instigated a phaser fight at Utopia Planetia;

she was seen by you and Lieutenant Tuvok

two years before she joined your crew;

and she interacted with her past self

in front of 15 crew members at a Ping-Pong tournament

approximately six minutes ago-- your time frame, of course.

Of course.

Needless to say, we need to clean up the timeline.

Someone must go back to the beginning

and prevent the chain of events from occurring

in the first place.

I can't make another jump without damaging myself.

1 get the feeling I'm about to be drafted.

In exchange for leniency, Captain Braxton informs us

of the precise moment he boarded Voyager

to plant the weapon.

We'll be sending you to stop him.

Tell her.

Deck 4, Section 38.

I'll stumble over a wounded crew member.

That will be your chance to capture me.

Don't miss it, or we'll have to do this all over again.

Wait a minute, let me get this straight.

I'm going back in time to stop Braxton...

But you already have him.

And there's a third one in our brig.

I arrested him earlier today.

But don't worry.

They'll all be reintegrated

in time for the trial.

And Seven?

Oh, I assure you when all this is over,

there'll be just one Seven of Nine.

All right. Let's get started

before my headache gets any worse.

Captain, a Kazon torpedo

just blew out the containment generator.

Do you want me to reroute emergency power

or take the warp core off-line?

Use your best judgment.

I thought you were on your way to the Bridge.

I have to take care of something first.

Now, get moving, Lieutenant.

Send damage control teams to Decks 9 through 14.

Seal the breaches if you can.

I'll be on the Bridge.

Keep me informed.

Yes, ma'am.

Come here often?

Incursion factor-- .0036.

That's better than I expected.

Glad we could lend a hand.

When do we go home?

You'll both be returned to your time frame.

You'll be reintegrated with the other Seven of Nine.

Since none of your time-jumps

were to your foreseeable future-- only the past--

I see no reason to resequence your memory engrams.

But remember the Temporal Prime Directive.

Discuss your experiences with no one.

Understood.

Oh, Captain...

Braxton was right about one thing--

Voyager shows up on our sensors far too often.

Try to avoid time travel.

See you in the 24th century.

I look forward to it.

Or should I say backward?

Don't get started.