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We've arrived in the
Portelo system, Captain.

Any idea what we're
supposed to be doing?

Starfleet was unusually
tight-lipped on the details.

The whole mission's classified.

Take us in.

I wonder what
the big mystery is.

Ugh, I hope it's not a
Romulan Neutral Zone thing.

Spy stuff's so boring.

Uh, ah, ah, man.

Whatever it is, I have to start
with holodeck waste removal.

- Blech.
- I don't know,

but I can't wait to
find out with you.

'Sup, ladies? How's science?

We just catalogued some
pretty cool hydrogen samples.

Hydrogen is the most common
element in the universe.

Sweet. See you guys at lunch.

Boimler, make sure you
shower first. Holodeck duty.

Your odor will be repulsive.

Oh, thank you so much, T'Lyn.

You are welcome.

Oh-ho-ho.

Don't get too used to this
kind of work, Mr. Boimler.

Promotions are coming up, and
I think you'll be very happy.

Wait, really? I-I...

I'm getting a promotion?

As long as nothing
goes sideways today,

you'll be a lieutenant
junior grade.

- But stuff always goes sideways.
- Relax.

You'd have to screw up in a
historically significant way

- to mess this one up.
- Okay, yeah.

What are the odds of
that? Oh, oh!

Uh...

Approaching the mystery
station, Captain.

I hope this isn't
a Romulan thing.

- I hate the Neutral Zone.
- Right? Thank you.

Sorry for the secrecy, Captain,

but after all these years,
we finally finished.

Beljo Tweekle,
curator and historian.

Curator? What, are we
transporting some type of art?

Perhaps the most
beautiful work of art

in Starfleet history.

Oh, my God, we get
to do something on Voyager?

Uh, you know, 'cause, I mean,
Boimler's gonna flip.

Captain's
log, stardate 58724..

In a pleasant surprise,
theCerritos has been tasked

with transporting
the USSVoyager.

Captain Janeway and her
crew spent seven years

trying to get home from
the Delta Quadrant,

and they became Federation
history in the process.

Since their return, Voyager
has been decommissioned

and preserved for
future generations.

Her first stop is
Starfleet Command,

where she'll spend
some time on the ground

before being permanently

stationed in orbit.

Careful.

That's a mission-worn uniform.

My legacy depends on
everything making it to Earth

in pristine condition.

Unzak, when he guided the
florkas to their roost.

Whatever. Just don't
touch anything.

- Oopsie-doodle.
- What are you doing?

Just taking a peek at
the bio-neural circuitry.

One time, Neelix
had this cheese,

and the bacteria
almost destroyed...

I know all about
the Neelix cheese.

There's a whole display
for it on Deck Seven.

Don't open panels.

The ship was damaged by cheese?

- It's Voyager.
- got freaky.

Hmm. This ship is outdated
and smells like Borg.

What about Tuvok?

You must be excited
to see his quarters.

Perhaps. Are they austere?

These boxes are for
a rotating exhibit.

Store them on the Cerritos,
and please be careful.

Are you chewing gum?

Ooh, after
this, you want to get

a head start on tomorrow's
titrations with me?

We can label
the test tubes.

I do enjoy
an accurate label.

There we go, all calibrated.

Hey, Doc, uh, want a ride back?

Beats taking a shuttle.

You know, growing up, I
had a dragon named Fiddlesticks.

He was such a good boy.

He protected me from all
sorts of affectionate...

Oh . Why is it people

always have to tell me
about their pets?

Right. Sorry.

Cerritos, two to beam up.

Copy,
Commander. Energizing.

Something is wrong, sir.

There's only one pattern.

What the?

Where am I? And, uh...

who am I?

Captain, we have a problem.

Something over there caused
Billups and Dr. T'Ana

to merge in the transporter.

He's calling himself T'Illups.

This exact scenario
happened to the Voyagercrew.

Everything is falling apart!

No need for panic.

I'm sure I can deal with
this transporter situation

- on my own.
- Oh...

Just send me a copy
of Janeway's logs.

I'll do whatever she did.

Sending now. Thank you, Captain.

She knows Janeway straight
up murdered Tuvix, right?

Huh? Oh, I-I don't know.

What? Yes, you do.
You're a know-it-all.

Get your head in the game.

This is a historically
significant mission.

It's Voy, man.

I mean, it's not that
historically significant.

What? Yes, it is.

I'm gonna
make sure going to warp

didn't knock anything over.

We've got inertial dampeners.
I'm sure everything is fine.

It won't be fine until
we're on the ground.

Relax. They design these things
to survive a photon blast.

Oops. Uh, let me just... Wait.

There's something behind
the neural gel.

Somebody phaser it!

Look out!

Oh, God, it's on me!

Ugh, don't let it infect you.

- Don't shoot.
- Why not?

It's a Tak Takian macrovirus.

It must've been dormant.

Macrovirus? Is it
making me sick?

Everyone got inoculated
years ago. It can't hurt you.

But it is perfect
for the museum.

Good virus. Just
stay right there.

Temba, his arms wide.

They're spraying
DNA on my babies.

- Don't let them off the bridge.
- Right, um, so...

Just stand in front of the door.

- Boimler, are you kidding me?
- Come on, man.

Shaka, when the
walls fell, Ensign.

- Sokath, his eyes uncovered.
- I pay attention.

How can you be this
distracted over an empty ship?

Uh, you know,
Chakotay served here.

Dude, this is nothing compared
to, you know, that Pike thing

we aren't supposed
to talk about.

Let's get these chunky
cold sores under control

so we can get back
to enjoying this.

They're
self-replicating again!

Mr. Boimler, get out here.

This is your fault.

I told you,
I feel great.

Here, let me boost the
range on that scanner.

He's been
symbiogenetically merged

on a subcellular level, Captain.

It's called being Tuvixed.

The same thing happened
to Commander Tuvok

and Neelix back in the '70s.

They beamed out
with this flower,

and it caused them
to merge into Tuvix,

a combination of their
DNA and memories.

That orchid was in
one of the boxes we moved.

It must've gotten
into the transporter.

And that's how
T'Illups was born.

Captain, I caution against
socializing with the organism.

Organism? I'm a
totally unique sentient being.

Plus, I'm cool as.

We're gonna be
best friends fast.

Yeah, T'Lyn, it doesn't
hurt to be friendly,

since Mr. T'Illups
didn't ask to be created.

Sure didn't, but here I am.

I love being alive.

Well, I'm sure that Janeway
had a solution to this.

I'll be back shortly.

How many physical memories

do you have from before?

Don't let them
touch the exhibits!

No!

Initiating
programs Chaotica,

Clown and Michael Sullivan.

Safety protocols set to random.

Random? No. Computer,
set them to safety.

- Ooh.
- Surrender now,

or face the wrath of Chaotica.

These are, like,
Voy'sdeepest cuts.

Not as deep as my cuts. Yah!

How are these guys
even getting off the holodeck?

I installed holo-emitters
all over the ship.

I thought you were
preserving, not adding.

Oh, subtle updates that don't
impact historical consistency

are an acceptable
compromise for conservation.

Wha... Chaotica isn't subtle,

and the Clown wasn't
even a holodeck pro...

I love you, but I
can't be with you.

Ooh, I like this guy, though.

- Watch out! The Borg display!
- I got it!

That promotion is
starting to seem

a little less
likely, Mr. Boimler.

Did Janeway figure it out?

No, she just murdered him.

There has
to be more to it.

She isolated the genomes
and split 'em up.

He begged her to live.

Holy . Janeway
didn't mess around.

I don't want
to kill the guy.

I mean, he didn't
do anything wrong.

We aren't stranded in
the Delta Quadrant.

We could take him to
Earth and get some help.

Good call. Let's hurry.

Captain, do you think
Dr. T'Ana will be okay?

I think so, but
it didn't take us long

to look up Janeway's solution.

Let's just hope Mr. T'Illups
doesn't do the same.

Are you kidding me?

Dr. Migleemo, I
need your help, uh,

processing my existence.

Oh, what a dream.

Don't do any self-care
until I get there.

Help! Help!

I can feel it trying
to regenerate me.

Uh, maybe if I cut power,
we can...

Stop helping, Ensign Boimler.

Why don't you take a break.

The alcove's activated. Look.

What
the hell is that?

It's a Borg nanite.
We must have missed one.

It's supposed
to be microscopic.

It must have assimilated
to the macrovirus.

It's a macro-nanite?

Congratulations.

You've won more Clowns.

I can't resist your touch.

- Let me hold you.
- Computer!

Delete this guy.
Come on, computer.

We just want to
talk, Mr. T'Illups.

I don't think
so. You're gonna kill me.

I promise you I'm
not killing anyone,

but I am coming in.

Help!

She's trying to kill me!

We're going to figure this out.

What? I can't hear you.

The Cerritosisn't stuck
in the Delta Quadrant,

and Starfleet has the
best doctors in the...

I know how this goes down.

Which is why I need allies.

No, wait!

Behold, Captain Dr. Frigleeman.

Bring me more
scrumptious senior staff.

That's an order.

No!

Water, room temperature.

So, you're really okay
with killing T'Illups?

I am here to hydrate, not
debate on an anomaly's agency.

Well, I don't know. I just
don't think it's ethical

to end someone's life
to get our friends back.

I hardly know
anyone here at all.

- I am impartial.
- But we're friends.

Right?

The bartender.

Tuvix him with Lundy.

He's making
more hybrids.

That appears to be an
accurate assessment.

My career is ruined!

Some of this
stuff got in my mouth.

I'm getting you out of
here. Just hang tight.

Dude, you don't need me.

Did Chaotica's ray gun steal all
your confidence or something?

No, I'm just...

- I'm having an off day.
- Ugh!

This was supposed to be
fun, and you ruined it.

- Voyager'sjust a ship, man.
- It's not that.

Ransom was gonna
promote me today,

but I don't want it.

What are you talking about?

Did you eat some of
that virus slime?

I'm worried it'll
be like the Titan.

It took us months to
repair our friendship.

I... I can't do that again.

This is a totally
different situation.

It's not just that. I
should've believed you

when the captain sent
you to Starbase 80.

I have bad judgment. I-I
don't deserve a promotion.

You adorable idiot.

I'm the one who told
Ransom to promote you.

- You did?
- Yes.

I was just keeping my mouth
shut so it'd be a surprise.

You aren't mad at me?

No. Look, I am really touched,

but this is why we
can't keep secrets.

One of us always ends
up covered in slime.

Yeah, and it's not coming up.

Would you just go save the ship
already? You don't need me.

Thanks, Mariner. I'm
glad we're friends.

Ew! Did you just
pat me on the head?

Yeah, it felt weird
to me, too. I'm sorry.

You are Chondus, and
you're with friends.

This is Shabarnes
and Swhale Swhalens.

He's a combination of Steve
Stevens and Matt the whale.

I want a fish.

He's not my best work,
but it matters not.

Soon, the entire
crew will be a Tuvix army!

Prepare to energize.

We have to do something.

I am already taking control
of the transporters.

- You can do that?
- Starfleet systems are easily circumvented.

Hey, what are you doing?

You combined all of them into
one big Tuvix-y meatball?

Perhaps I could still split them

into their individual
components.

Why isn't it working?

I cannot isolate their
genetic signatures.

There are too many
merged hybrids.

Confirm new heading.

Setting a course to
Borg Cube 858779.

Computer, cancel!

I miss my wife.

Mr. Boimler.

Zap this stuff and
get me down from here.

No time. I need an engineer.

- Ow.
- Sorry.

Wait! Free us, too!

If we survive this,
we're having a long talk,

Mr. Boim... Uh...

Okay,

the macro bots
have locked us out,

but we need to shut
down main systems.

Um, um, uh, we got
to break Voyager.

I got to break Voyager.
Ooh, I have just the thing.

Yes, I knew you would.

The method employed by the
Voyager'sEMH can only mark

one individual.

High command will not be
impressed with my error.

That scanner
T'Illups suggested

picks up all sorts of stuff,
including personality traits.

That's how we can fix this.

I fail to see how that helps
me differentiate a whale

from Steve Stevens.

Because you don't
know them. Look.

This area is proud,
confident and a little silly.

Oh, that's the captain.

If I isolate genetic code

and you mark their
personalities...

We can get everyone back.

Why are you helping me?

Do you not have ethical
problems with this solution?

Well, yeah, I did, but, uh,

this is a non-sentient
blob of meat,

so I'm willing to go outside
my comfort zone.

I mean, for our friends.

Hmm. Thank you.

Are you sure this is gonna work?

Nope, but it feels like
a kooky Voyagersolution,

- so it's worth a try.
- Bridge.

Any last words

before you feel the sting
of my electro Luger?

Ha! There's only one thing

you haven't thought
of, Dr. Chaotica.

Please, I think
of everything at all times.

That's what you think.

What are you
babbling about, fool?

I am not a Starfleet ensign.

I am the son of Captain Proton.

No.

I got it.

How could that be-be-be?

It's working.

What the hell is wrong
with you, Chaotica?

Alert. Bio-neural
systems shutting down.

Wh-Wh-Wh-What?

Saints preserve us.

I am full of love.

Ooh, I'll cut off your head!

Oh, we did it. We broke Voyager.

What did you do to
my beautiful ship?

I used the Neelix cheese.

It gummed up the neural
network just the way it likes.

Let's get
this bad boy locked up.

We should still have time to
clean before we get to Earth.

Well done.

Now I have to add another
exhibit to the Voyagerstory.

Captain's
log, supplemental.

After an embarrassing day

of being merged on
a subcellular level

with my senior staff,

we are putting the
awkwardness behind us

with a promotion ceremony.

Today's, uh...

frankly bizarre series of
Voyagerthemed obstacles

only prove that you are all
creative, accomplished officers.

Commander, please announce our
new lieutenant junior grades.

Ensign Brad Boimler.

Quick thinking
today, Mr. Boimler.

Thank you, sir.

Provisional Ensign T'Lyn.

Unexpected, but appreciated.

- Ensign D'Vana Tendi.
- Oh, my gosh! What? No way!

Thank you, sir.
Guys, I got a pip!

All right, that's what
I'm talking about.

My main objective here is
to prove to the High Council

that I should be reinstated
to the Vulcan fleet.

But after today,

I have grown to respect
your skills as a scientist.

I'm so excited we got
promoted together.

Now we really can be
best science friends.

That is not the lesson
to take from this moment.

Damn, looks like half of Beta
shift will be ensigns no more.

Ooh, let's hit the
bar and celebrate.

And, finally, Ensign
Beckett Mariner.

Wait, wh-what?

Sir, I... No, this
has to be a mistake.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

Yo, yo.

Sir, this is wrong.

I don't want to get promoted.

I know you don't.

Okay, then stop sliding it
back to me and throw it out.

Did you know Voyager's
full of cameras?

Came in handy when putting
together the old mission log.

I saw you help Boimler
be the best he could be.

So what? Boimler loves
being encouraged.

It's, like, his favorite thing.

I went back and dug
through your record.

You've had a lot of
small-minded commanders

who promoted then demoted you.

But now, you're
with Jack Ransom.

I'm twice as smart as
any of those other guys,

and I know you just need
someone to believe in you.

Consider yourself lucky

that you have an amazing
commanding officer.

Sir, I am refusing
this promotion.

- You can't do this to me.
- No, not gonna hear it.

- You're dismissed, Lieutenant.
- No, this isn't over.

I'm not leaving.

For real. I-I'm
staying right here

- until you listen to reason.
- You do you.

Feel the burn.

- Mm.
- Yeah, I...

I couldn't even talk him out
of it. He's such an idiot.

What are you so bummed about?

Now we get to be
lieutenant JGs together.

All of us
except Rutherford.

I mean, I did break Voyager.

Engineers can't get
promoted for breaking stuff.

We always fix things.

Shouldn't you be
drunk and chanting

with a fist in
the air right now?

Come on, no more bunks,
no more holodeck duty!

We did it!

I know. I just,
I-I can't believe

we're not lower decks anymore.

We're lieutenant junior grades,

the least important
mid-level officers.

We do all the grunt work
with none of the perks.

We're still lower decks.

Yeah, maybe you're
right, and-and, hey,

maybe from now on, our lives
will be a lot easier. All right.

MARINER and BOIMLER:
Lower decks!

Lower decks! Lower decks!

- Lower decks!
- Come on, T'Lyn.

Lower decks! Lower decks!

This is going to be great!

New jobs and no mysterious
threats to get in our way.

No mysterious threats!

Cease that nervous
honing and let me sleep.

I am not nervous. I am restless.

Eager to ram my blade
through my enemies.

That's not a blade.
It's a spear.

A coward's weapon used to
poke a foe at a distance.

It has no honor.

Nobody calls me a coward
and lives to tell the tale.

Are you free for lunch today?

They are serving eyes
or hearts or something.

I cannot make it.

The captain has ordered me
to sit with Commander Vekras

and transcribe his
tedious battle tales.

It is a waste of time.

Ma'ah lucked his way into
that captain's chair.

He forgets who his
true allies are.

He won't be captain much longer.

We are in battle. Who was wrong
to sharpen their spear now?

I read one life sign
on board, Captain.

Unknown vessel, you have
drifted into Klingon space.

Identify yourself.

No response. Should
we fire on them?

We gain no honor in destroying
an incapacitated ship.

Mark their location and
resume our course to Qo'noS.

Sir, it's moving.

They're
charging weapons.

Destroy those qoHpu'.

I said fire.

I'm trying, but
weapons are down.

What?

All systems are losing power.

That's impossible.

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