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That's one planet that never showed up

on the multiple choice exam.

Its gravimetric readings are similar

to that of a collapsed dwarf star.

It also resembles a quasar

in that it has a high rate of rotation--

approximately 58 revolutions per minute.

Shall we take a closer look?

That's what we're here for.

Tom,

put us in a high orbit.

Aye.

Our warp drive

is off-line.

Why?

Unknown.

Back us off.

Our impulse engines aren't responding.

Then use the auxiliary thrusters.

We're in some kind of gravimetric gradient.

It's pulling us toward the planet.

The new one is brighter than Tahal

or any of his brothers in the sky.

What does he want from us?

To answer that, we must learn the nature of this god.

We must understand the reason for his arrival.

You were making an offering to Tahal.

I placed the fire-fruit on his altar.

Then the ground shook.

I looked up... and the new one was there.

The fire-fruit-- where is it?

The new one doesn't want Tahal

to have the fire-fruit.

Make an altar for him... as big as Tahal's.

The fire-fruit is only for the new one.

No more for the people!

It is his alone.

Ground Shaker...

Light Bringer...

take this today and every day!

Accept our offering!

Do not harm us.

Report.

We're in synchronous orbit

57,000 kilometers above the planet's equator.

Good work, Tom. Now let's see...

You're patting the wrong guy on the back.

Explain.

Our thrusters went off-line

halfway through our descent,

and then we just stopped,

like we were caught in something.

I'm picking up a strong tachyon field along the hull.

It could be what's holding us.

Seven of Nine to the Bridge.

Go ahead, Seven.

Please report to Astrometrics.

-There's something you must see. -On my way.

Chakotay.

This planet has a tachyon core.

It's produced a subspace particle field

which runs between the poles.

Voyager's arrival disrupted that field.

It looks like the ship's been caught

in an eddy of some kind.

It's worse than that.

Voyager seems to have become

the planet's third pole.

The imbalance is affecting the outer crust.

I've picked up indications of high-frequency seismic activity.

Caused by our presence?

Possibly.

Does anybody live down there?

The atmosphere is having a scattering effect

on our sensors.

Is that vegetation?

According to sensors, yes.

The tachyon core has created a space-time differential

between the planet and the surrounding space.

We're watching the seasons change in a matter of seconds.

For each second that passes on Voyager,

nearly a day goes by on the planet.

Scan for inhabitants.

I can't isolate individual life-forms.

It'll take time to correct for the space-time differential.

A couple of hundred

years, maybe?

If our orbit starts to decay,

Voyager will begin to feel the effects of the differential,

and we'll begin aging

hundreds of times faster than we would in normal space.

Unless we want to live our lives in the blink of an eye,

I suggest we find a way out of here.

How's our warp core?

The matter/antimatter reaction is still active,

but this field we're stuck in

is raising hell with the nacelles.

Until we break orbit, warp drive is off-line.

And without warp drive, we'll never leave orbit.

It does pose a bit of a problem,

doesn't it?

Maybe the key is to learn more about this planet,

in case we're missing something.

The sensors aren't having an easy time of it, either.

Then let's modify

a class-5 probe for low orbit.

See what we can pick up.

Configure the program

to scan along all subspace bands, and set it

for visual images every ten milliseconds.

Snapshots.

Why do I get the feeling

you're not just interested in tachyon fields?

This could be the greatest anthropological find

of my career.

If there's an intelligent species down there,

we'll be able to track their development--

not just for days or weeks, but for centuries.

Watch them discover new and better ways

of beating each other over the head.

They won't necessarily follow the Klingon model.

As opposed to the human model?

It'll take a few hours

to make the adjustments.

A few hours.

We might miss the rise and fall of a civilization.

So we'll watch the next one.

Oh. Oh, Protector.

You're late.

Well, the hill is steep, and I...

I'm not as young as I used to be.

More heat.

Yes, Protector.

There are grave matters

of state here that cannot be delayed.

Oh, Protector, what exactly are you doing?

I'm sending him a letter.

Him?

S$-S-Sending who a letter?

The Ground Shaker.

The Light Bringer.

Well, had you been more attentive to my lessons

when you were a boy, you would not be so gullible

as a man.

On the contrary-- you taught me well.

Our ignorant ancestors believed every star was a deity.

You taught me how foolish that was.

Superstition, you called it.

And that's exactly what it is.

Hungry?

Well, it's, uh, bad fortune to eat the fire-fruit.

According to whom?

Our ancestors?

Don't tell me you believe that old superstition.

Perhaps we shouldn't completely ignore the old beliefs,

no matter how strange they may seem today.

Ground Shaker...

Ground... Shaker.

Isn't it possible the name was not given arbitrarily?

That this star is indeed responsible

for knocking down our walls

and making us stumble as we walk?

Oh, yes, I heard about that-- my condolences.

You heard what?

Well, that you stumbled

in front of several important people

uh, d-d-during the last ground shake.

Uh, very embarrassing, I'm sure.

I did nothing of the sort.

Well, my, uh...

uh, uh... my hearing is not as good

as it used to be, nor my memory, either.

Now, uh... uh, what were we talking about?

We were talking about ancient superstitions.

Now, I don't believe for a moment

that the stars are gods, but then, what are they?

A great mystery

to which there is no answer.

I believe the sky is full of people

just like ourselves.

Wha...?

Oh, nonsense.

Prove me wrong.

I say each star encompasses a city,

and the Ground Shaker rules one of these cities--

a fellow Protector.

If I'm correct, then he'll listen to me,

one Protector to another.

Your pen.

I, Kelemane...

"Kelemane..."

son of Kelemane,

ruler of the good people of the land below you, demand

-that you stop what you're... -"Demand"?

"Would hope"?

Ah, better. Much better.

...would hope that you might

consider putting an end to whatever it is you're doing

that shakes our ground.

If this causes you inconvenience,

I'm willing to offer a recompense.

"...a recom... pense."

I await your reply.

The next series of scans is coming through.

I'm downloading them into the display buffer.

No doubt about it.

There's a city down there.

Elevated levels of carbon monoxide, ammonium--

that's progress, all right.

They've developed internal combustion technology

since the last few scans.

Look at those radial lines.

It looks like a system of roads.

Well, one thing hasn't changed.

The geological disturbances that Voyager seems to be causing.

The probe recorded half a dozen each month.

Still no way to tell how severe they are.

Look at the amount of iron being used in that city.

That's ten times what you'd expect to see

in a culture at this stage of development.

Do you think they're using it to support their buildings?

If you lived on a planet that wouldn't stop shaking,

you might be doing the same thing.

If they've reached this stage of industrial development,

they must be observing us.

The probe's impulse thrusters are starting to fail.

At its present altitude, it's been operating

for over 200 years.

Its orbit is becoming decayed.

Initiate self-destruct.

It disintegrated

in the upper thermosphere.

If they saw anything, it just looked like a shooting star.

Any response to our transmission?

Nothing.

No visual change either.

Surprised?

Send it again.

The entire sequence?

How about just the prime numbers?

You're tired.

So are you.

The prime numbers and the elemental constants.

Then we'll stop.

An acceptable compromise.

It's not as if they're going anywhere,

if they even exist in the first place.

Do you doubt that?

I doubt everything.

So you weren't one of those children

that had the entire series of Sky Ship Friends, hmm?

Actually, I had them all, even the duplicates.

You couldn't walk into my home

without tripping over a friend or two.

Not in our home.

My grandfather wouldn't allow it.

He told us that the Sky Ship was a palace

where an evil Protector lived.

He said that bad children

were sent there to be punished.

At this point, I'd be happy to see anything...

evil or not.

Can you boost the signal?

We're already at maximum.

Maybe if we switched

to a different carrier wave...

If there is somebody up there, they don't like us very much.

Any beings capable of building that Sky Ship

could have destroyed our world long ago.

They're not causing

the tremors on purpose.

What if they're all dead?

If you truly believe that, why did you join this project?

Well, I doubt everything, remember?

Even my own doubts.

I hope someone is up there.

Sodol.

If they won't respond to mathematics,

perhaps we should try

a more personal approach.

Here.

Say hello.

How could they possibly speak our language?

There's only one way

to find out.

What... what should I say?

Oh, "Glad to meet you.

"Where are you from?

Please stop shaking our planet."

An ultrahigh frequency signal

is being transmitted from the surface.

The modulation is unfamiliar.

Its Doppler component is...

Any signal from the surface will be accelerated.

When it reached our time frame,

the frequency would be

thousands of times higher than normal.

I'll attempt to slow it down.

Again.

Amplitude modulation.

It's a radio transmission.

It's a numerical sequence.

Prime numbers.

They're sending a list of prime numbers.

Followed by a sequence of mathematical constants

and what appears to be a vocal modulation.

Slow it down again.

A little more.

Good friends in the Sky Ship--

I call you that,

hoping at least you're not enemies.

There's nothing on our world

that resembles your technology,

$0 we assume you came here

from a nearby planet or a distant star.

Our ancient mythology describes your arrival centuries ago

coinciding with the tremors

that continually shake our planet

and destroy so many of our accomplishments.

I hope that was never your intention.

But the result is the same.

Respond if you can, or if you wish,

come down from your Sky Ship and visit us.

Well, we've got to let them know we're not doing it on purpose.

Inadvisable.

The Prime Directive still applies.

This transmission was made with primitive radio technology.

They are not a warp-capable civilization.

To hell with the Prime Directive.

That man deserves an answer.

Don't forget the temporal differential.

That man has been dead for a long time.

Nearly a century by now.

Okay, so we send a message to his great-grandchildren.

I'll gladly do the honors.

Ancient mythology-- that means

we've already insinuated ourselves

into their culture.

Why not take the next step?

First contact with a pre-warp society.

We've already made first contact.

They know we're up here.

Well, they've known for hundreds of years,

which means our presence has been tempered by time.

We've gradually become part of their mythos.

Meeting us could throw that belief system into chaos.

But we're destroying their planet.

You heard him.

A first contact, face-to-face,

might give us information we could use to leave orbit.

That would stop the damage.

It's worth the risk.

We don't even know if an away team

could survive the transition to their time frame.

Doctor, correct me if I'm wrong,

but the physiological stress could be fatal.

For one of you, perhaps, but not for me.

My holo-matrix would be unaffected.

You'd be going only as an observer.

You're not to make contact.

I localized the source of the transmission

to a subcontinent

in the southern hemisphere.

The Central Protectorate.

How do you know that?

I've been looking at the data

from Astrometrics.

Seven's picked up a few

of their local transmissions.

I can tell you the names of all 26 states on the planet.

And all the best places to eat?

Just about.

So, is this Central Protectorate

a good place to send the Doctor?

Probably. Judging from the transmissions,

they seem to have a tolerant society.

Hmm. Well, just to be on the safe side,

I'll find him an isolated spot.

I'm giving you access

to your facial and epidermal parameters.

You should be able to mimic the appearance

of whoever is down there in a matter of seconds.

What if they're big purple blobs of protoplasm?

Then you'll be the best-looking blob on the planet.

I'm keeping you down there

for three seconds, Doctor.

That'll be almost two days in their time frame.

Gather whatever data you can--

seismic charts, meteorological records,

anything that might give us a clue about how to break orbit.

Understood.

This will speed up

the scanning rate of your program...

allow you to make the transition.

See you soon.

Energizing.

One...

two...

three.

The confinement beam is destabilizing.

It's the temporal field.

We'll have to recalibrate.

Every second he's down there,

he's in danger of being discovered.

Locking on again.

We've lost him.

I'm scanning within a 100-kilometer radius

of where we sent him-- nothing.

He could've moved across the continent by now

or to the other side of the planet.

Increasing radius to 1,000 kilometers.

Chakotay to Seven of Nine.

Go ahead, Commander.

Have you picked up any information

regarding opera houses or concert halls?

The cultural center of the state runs

along the shore of the eastern lake.

Got him.

B'Elanna, stand by

for the coordinates.

Acknowledged.

I've reinitialized the confinement beam.

It's holding.

Locking on.

Captain!

Lieutenant!

I thought I'd never see you again.

Are you all right?

Oh, I-I've had a few close calls

over the years, but all in all...

"Years"?

It's been over three.

But at least I knew

you hadn't left me behind.

All I had to do was look up, and there you were,

the brightest star in the sky.

Well, what do they know about us?

Only that we arrived here centuries ago.

They blame us

for the seismic tremors,

but everything else is pure speculation.

And let me tell you,

they like nothing better

than to speculate about Voyager.

Doric would go on and on--

"Sky Ship this,

Sky Ship that."

Doric?

The owner of the building I lived in,

until the war started.

There was a war?

Oh... the neighboring state decided

to lob a few cannon shells at us.

Our tactical air command responded,

and a new treaty was signed...

in a matter of weeks,

but not before my apartment was in ruins.

Oh, so they have aviation technology?

They're hardly savages, Captain.

In fact, they're making great strides technologically,

thanks, in part, to Voyager.

What do you mean?

From the moment our ship arrived in the sky,

they've been trying to make contact.

Our presence... has encouraged invention,

religion, science, art,

even children's toys.

They're all variations on a single theme-- Voyager.

Mariza even composed an aria

based on the Sky Ship.

I sang the lyric.

Mariza?

She was my...

roommate.

Three years is a long time,

Captain.

One needs...

companionship.

You'll get no argument from me.

But did you learn anything

that might help us break orbit?

It's all in here.

Meteorological records

for the last 300 years--

I've committed them all to memory.

Some are inaccurate almanacs,

but the more recent ones include detailed seismic analyses.

Get that information to Astrometrics.

See if you can find any pattern to the quakes.

Might help us figure a way out of here.

See you in Sick Bay.

I'll download the data from your program,

and we'll do a little cosmetic surgery, too.

Lieutenant?

Unless you prefer looking like that.

Of course-- I completely forgot.

I must tell you,

if some of the people on the planet had their way,

those weapons would be pointed at Voyager.

Luckily, the ship is still out of range-- for now.

I guess I can't blame them.

There's something of a space race going on

between the various states.

Who can get to the starship first with a rocket?

Are we talking about a capsule with an astronaut

or a missile with a warhead?

I can't answer that.

But at their present rate of development,

we won't have to wait very long to find out.

How does this sound?

"The Weird Planet Where Time Moved Very Fast

and So Did the People Who Lived There,"

by Naomi Wildman.

That's what I'm calling my report for astronomy class.

Neelix said I should choose a planet to write about.

So I picked this one.

Your title is... verbose.

I suggest you try to condense it.

"The Weird Planet."

Better, but it lacks precision.

"The Weird Planet Displaced in Time."

Perfect.

Seven of Nine to the Bridge.

I'm transmitting my calculations directly to the helm.

Acknowledged.

What's happening?

The Doctor brought back data

regarding the planet's graviton field.

We're using it to realign our thrusters.

That'll be great for my report.

All hands, this is the Captain.

Secure your stations and prepare to break orbit.

Brace yourself.

Our altitude is increasing.

50 meters...

60...

Seven of Nine to the Bridge.

Our attempt to leave orbit

is increasing the seismic activity.

We must abort.

Agreed.

Is the planet okay?

Minimal damage along the equatorial coastline--

nothing serious.

Seven... do you think we'll ever be able to leave?

Eventually.

I hope so.

I need a way to end my report.

Orbital 1 to Launch Control.

We're ready to ignite second-stage propellants.

Proceed.

Second-stage propellants depleted.

Final stage-- ready.

Ready to ignite final-stage propellants.

Launch Control,

we are awaiting your command to proceed.

What was that?

There's nothing wrong with the transponder.

Orbital 1 to Launch Control.

We're not receiving your orders.

Everything else

is working perfectly.

Ignite the final stage.

We have to proceed

with the mission.

Final-stage propellants depleted.

Initiate deceleration thrusters.

Thrusters active.

Watch your pitch angle.

Correcting.

Distance check.

We're in rendezvous range.

Rendezvous sequence...

locked in.

Moving into final position.

Distance check.

We're within scanning range.

Let's take a look.

The scans won't penetrate their hull.

I guess we'll have to go inside.

We're not authorized to do that.

Our orders were to learn as much as possible about the Sky Ship.

That's my intention.

I saw something that looks like

a transfer port.

It might be a place we can dock.

Move in closer.

Wait, wait.

Are you all right?

A little... disoriented.

Let's keep going.

I don't understand.

Her skin feels warm.

It might be some sort of metabolic stasis...

but then, why does it look like

they're just going about their business?

This isn't right.

We shouldn't be here.

We were never meant to be here.

Try and stay calm.

We've seen enough.

Please, we have to leave.

You're the best pilot we have.

That's why you're on this mission.

This is no different than flying your favorite...

Oh, it's different.

I can't argue with that.

Another few minutes, then we'll go back.

This looks like their command center.

This is not metabolic stasis.

Could the laws of physics be different here?

Maybe they're just a little slower.

What's wrong?

Intruder alert.

Security Team to Deck 1.

Captain, I'm picking up a ship

at Docking Port 1.

It just appeared there.

Bridge to Sick Bay. Medical emergency.

What can you tell me?

The transition to our time frame

was a little rough for them.

I'm afraid his colleague didn't make it.

How is he?

Recovering.

Lucky for him, I'm as good as his family doctor.

After three years

of poring over their medical journals,

I know as much about their physiology as I do yours.

Easy.

Where's Terina?

She didn't survive the transition.

I'm very sorry.

Transition?

To your time frame?

You understand what's happened to you.

I'm beginning to.

Voyager exists in the same space-time

as the rest of the galaxy.

Your planet is different.

So you really haven't been watching us for centuries.

Actually, we just got here...

and we're hoping you can help us find a way to leave.

So, if what you're saying is true,

everyone I know... everyone I knew is gone.

That's correct.

Captain, I'm an accomplished pilot.

That's why they chose me for this mission.

I don't have the courage of the others.

They made a mistake choosing me.

I have to disagree.

For someone whose life has just been

turned upside down, I think you're doing fine.

When I was a young child,

the toys hanging above my crib depicted the Sky Ship.

It's the first thing I ever remember seeing,

even before my mother's face...

and now I'm the only one that knows its name--

Voyager.

I suppose it'll be the last thing I see as well.

Well, that's up to you.

I have no intention

of keeping you here against your will.

The Doctor spent some time on your planet

collecting data that we hoped would help us

find a way to leave orbit.

We need you to assist us

in interpreting that information.

However... the longer you stay on board,

the more difficult it will be for you to go home.

Your culture is changing

every second you're here.

By the time you go back,

you might find it more alien than ours.

Star of the night, star of the day

Come to take my tears away

Make my life always bright...

It's a child's prayer.

To Voyager?

Yes.

I hope you're not disappointed.

How often does your very first dream come true?

Of course I'll help you.

The information I brought back is in Voyager's database.

Seven of Nine has been trying to make sense of it.

She'll welcome your assistance.

Mountain or Lakeside?

Mountain, of course.

Don't tell me you're a Lakeside supporter.

You really were on the surface.

How are they doing this season?

Not good-- five wins, 12 losses.

I don't believe it. Who's guarding for them?

Torelius.

Any relation to the Torelius?

His grandson.

I saw the original defend for Mountain

in the playoffs against Red River.

That was before 1 was born.

He would have gone into voluntary exile

after a 5-12 season!

This information is out of date.

We were far more advanced than this when I left.

I can help you correct it.

Very well.

Let's start with the geological data.

The seismic detectors back then were off by a variance of 3.8.

A simple conversion will compensate for that.

Does every planet look like ours?

None that I've seen.

Your world appears to be unique.

If we're so out of step with everything else,

we'll never be able to explore space the way you have.

You're a highly adaptable species.

Your scientists will find a way to compensate

for the temporal differential.

They'd better do it before you leave.

Without the Sky Ship up above them,

my people might lose interest in progress.

There wouldn't be anything left to reach for.

Perhaps they'll miss Voyager so much,

they'll do everything they can to follow us.

Maybe so.

What was that?

An antimatter implosion.

Your world is experimenting with warp technology.

Sensors detected an early test.

Another test-- six weeks later.

And a third-- more controlled each time.

They're learning quickly.

Too quickly.

What was that?

Unknown, but our shields are down to 82 percent.

64 percent.

I don't know what's causing it. There's nothing on sensors.

Janeway to Seven of Nine.

Go ahead, Captain.

Are you picking up anything

in Astrometrics?

The inhabitants appear to have

developed antimatter torpedo technology.

I believe we're under attack.

Another direct hit. Shields at 49 percent.

Captain, I apologize for this attack.

They have no right.

Unfortunately, they've got every right.

Let me talk to them.

We've already tried to hail them.

It doesn't look like they're able

to receive our transmissions.

They still don't know about the time differential.

A logical assumption.

Shields down

to 34 percent.

The torpedoes are being fired at three-day intervals.

They're making refinements each time,

increasing the detonation yield.

Captain, isn't it time

we returned fire?

We've done enough

damage to these people

over the last thousand years.

You've got to go back.

It's the only way.

Make them understand who we are.

You have the specifications of this ship.

Your scientists might be able to use them to help free us.

At the very least, get them to hold their fire.

Captain, the transporters are off-line.

Is his vessel still intact?

The docking port hasn't been hit yet.

Good luck.

This will accelerate your metabolic functions--

help you make the transition.

Thank you for everything, Doctor.

It was a pleasure to treat a fellow citizen.

Would you do me a favor?

Certainly.

Find out what happened

to a boy named Jason Tabreez.

He lived in the Central Protectorate.

Jason? An unusual name.

Yes. He was my...

son.

But you're a hologram.

It's a long story.

He's dead by now,

but perhaps you could discover what happened to him.

Maybe he had children

or grandchildren.

You could tell them about me.

I will.

Orbital I to Launch Control.

Please respond.

Launch Control, please respond.

Who is this?

Pilot First Rank Gotana-Retz.

Clear this channel,

or I'm going to report you to the Command Center.

Is this Launch Control?

I'm the Weather Coordinator for Station 004.

You're in violation of transmission regulations.

Please, listen to me.

I'm trying to reach Launch Control.

Let me guess.

You finally decided to come home.

You're Gotana-Retz?

Gotana-Retz. Yes.

Now, please transfer me to Launch Control.

Launch Control became the Tactical Command Center

50 years ago.

You're dead.

I've been inside the Sky Ship.

Then it's a good thing you decided to leave.

They're about to shoot it down.

I've got to speak with them!

Tactical Command frequencies are classified.

Now, get off this channel.

If you've ever wanted to report more than the weather,

now is your chance.

Tell them to clear Central Lake of all traffic.

Orbital I is coming in for a landing.

Shields at 23 percent.

17 percent.

Shields are down.

What was that last one?

A tricobalt device.

What'll they think of next?

Damage reports coming in-- imminent

hull breaches on Decks 8,9 and 10.

Life support is failing.

Our astronaut should have made it by now.

Based on his descent velocity, he landed about ten minutes ago.

That's a year and a half.

Then he must have failed.

I'm picking up another launch--

two massive energy signatures.

Tricobalt devices?

Unknown.

Brace yourselves.

We're in some kind of tractor beam.

Captain...

if I alternate thrusters,

I might be able to break us free.

No. Let's give our friends the benefit of the doubt.

They're pulling us away from the planet.

We've broken orbit.

Try hailing them.

It's good to see you all again.

Looks like somebody down there listened to you.

I'm sorry it took so long.

And now we can make first contact the proper way.

Unfortunately, that won't be possible.

A temporal compensator.

It allows me to exist in your time frame

without actually leaving my own, but, uh, only for a few minutes.

I'm afraid it'll be a while before my people actually

join the rest of the galaxy.

Captain, we'll be able to bring

the warp drive back on line in approximately two hours.

Very good.

Thank you.

I feel like I'm saying good-bye

to an old friend.