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- I swear you've read those first contact protocols

more than Picard.

I know.

It's just a lot is riding on this,

on me.

They're not exactly friendly to outsiders.

What if I can't stop the civil war?

- Breathe, remember your training.

Heck, you're one of them.

Not every day do you get to introduce

your own people to life on other planets.

Solum...

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This is as far as I go.

But you can always call if you need me.

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Hek'zana, Solum! Zelthuu'ra nok.

Don't be afraid.

I have traveled here from the stars

on behalf of a brave group of explorers

called the Federation.

- You, come with us.

- Speak.

- Elders of Solum, I am Gwyndala, one of you.

I come with a message from distant worlds,

peaceful worlds,

other civilizations I've seen with my own eyes

who want nothing more than to meet us.

Solum, the Vau N'Akat

are truly incredible.

We can share our gifts with the cosmos

if we embrace the truth that we are not alone

in the universe.

They know.

I've already warned them.

- Asencia.

- Behold, the spy I said would come,

a traitor to Solum, sent by our enemies above.

- What? No, she--she's lying.

I'm here on a mission of peace

- This imposter was not born here

but made to look like one of us,

her heirloom stolen.

She will say anything

so we kneel to her Starfleet masters.

I have seen firsthand the future she wants for us.

It is Solum's destruction.

- She's trying to trick you.

You have to listen to me. I--I am Vau N'Akat.

My word is as good as hers. - No, child.

You will never truly be one of us,

but I have always belonged here,

for I am Vau N'Akat.

My younger self stands here as living proof

of my origins, but who are you?

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- Seize her. - No.

- Seal the chamber!

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- Whoa!

- Fugitive in sector one! - Halt!

- She's fled to the southern bazaar.

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Gwyn to Starfleet.

Rendezvous. Come in, Starfleet.

I need an emergency transport.

Beam me out now.

- Gwyn, what's going on?

Hold, two Vau N'Akat warships out of nowhere.

We're under attack!

- Admiral's log, classified. Stardate 61859.6.

"Voyager" has arrived at the Beta Quadrant border

where we've located our mission's objective,

an unstable time rift leading to a future reality

some 52 years from now,

and based on his SOS, I've reason to believe

Chakotay is stranded on the other side.

- Commander, how's our data probe?

- She's breaking up but still transmitting.

Holding. Holding.

- I suspect you'll need more than a probe

to survive that trip. - Keep trying.

I want nothing in the way of our mission.

- I don't get it.

Why is Janeway lying to us about her mission.

- Technically, she omitted facts.

We were never meant to see that hidden spacecraft

in shuttlebay three.

- And I wish you guys never told me.

I was innocent!

And now I'm an accomplice.

- An accomplice to what? - Oh!

Uh, nothing. - Nothing!

- Just Starfleet flunky talk. Inside joke.

Carry on. As you were.

- They told us Janeway was here to observe the wormhole,

not fly into it with some secret ship

on a crazy time travel rescue mission.

- I sense Janeway is omitting a lot of facts.

- And now we're gonna find out why.

- Would you stop doing that?

Jefferies tubes only lead to trouble.

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- What are these strange readings?

Something from the wormhole? - No, this is different.

An energy fluctuation off the forward hull.

- Whatever it is, it's here.

- Is that a ship? A living being?

- No warp signature.

No life signs, but we are getting a hail from it.

- Put it through.

You cannot go.

- Can you clear up the signal? - That is the signal.

- All be lost.

- This is Admiral Janeway of the starship "Voyager."

We're having trouble understanding you.

Do you require assistance?

- Janeway...

Do not enter the anomaly.

- I assure you,

we have no plans to enter the wormhole at this time.

Where are you calling from?

- We've lost the signal. - Hm.

Seems our activities

have attracted some unwanted attention.

Ah!

Ha, uh, Janeway, admiral.

I was just, uh, doing some routine maintenance.

Dal, I'm sorry, but now is really not the time.

Commander.

- No civilians on the bridge.

- Fine, maybe I'll just meet you later

in shuttlebay three.

- What happened in there?

- I think I got my message across.

- Ah! - Oh!

- The admiral wants to see you in the observation lounge,

all of you. - Uh-oh.

- Ooh. - Ugh.

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- She's not in the eastern corridor.

Let's sweep the lower echelon again.

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It can't be.

- Keep watch around the observatory,

orders of the elders.

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- Is your name Ilthuran?

- Who are you?

- I'm your daughter, Gwyndala.

Or...

I will be?

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- Computer, erase logs and seal the doors.

I'd like this off the record. - Affirmative.

- So you've had quite an education

unsupervised on my ship.

Tell me, what do you know about shuttlebay three?

- Uh...

- Well, you're hiding a cloaked ship.

- Seems like you know quite a bit,

but you don't know everything.

An isolinear chip from your "Protostar"

found after its explosion six months ago.

We followed a beacon to its black box,

salvaged what we could,

and our scientists recovered this.

Classified security footage

recorded in a future 52 years from now,

the last known sighting of Captain Chakotay.

- After his ship went through an unstable wormhole,

he was captured by the Vau N'Akat.

Held prisoner for months, he watched helplessly

as they turned the "Protostar" into a weapon

to destroy the Federation.

- Oh, the Construct. Who could forget?

- Chakotay wouldn't allow Starfleet

to be annihilated.

His plan was to commandeer the ship,

but his first officer fell in battle.

Time was short.

He couldn't fly it, so he did the next best thing.

- I don't know if anyone will ever find this,

but if they do, I may not be coming back from this one.

Tell Kathryn...

I'm sorry...

But I'm doing this for you.

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- Such pain.

Janeway, we didn't know.

- He was the one who launched the "Protostar"

through the wormhole so it would be

lost in the past.

Until we found it on Tars Lamora.

- We were just a bunch of nobodies on a rock.

No hope, no future, until we found that ship.

He saved us.

- His sacrifice changed our lives.

- He changed mine, too,

and that's why we have to save him.

The rescue was classified. Highly dangerous.

If I know anything,

time travel is not to be trifled with.

We analyzed the rift six ways from Sunday.

The exit is fixed on Solum.

Though separated by 52 years,

time on the other end is synced with ours.

- So if an hour passes here... - Then an hour passes there.

- We can't go in until after Chakotay

launches the "Protostar,"

which happens in exactly 41 hours.

- Why 41 hours? Can't we get him now?

- Because if Chakotay never sends the "Protostar"

back to Tars Lamora,

the Diviner might never go after it.

Gwyn might never be born.

- And none of us would ever meet.

- Lose Gwyn or spend years in the mines?

What kind of choice is that? - There isn't one.

It's a classic time paradox.

Didn't you read "Temporal Mechanics 101"?

- That's why we built the "Infinity."

It has cloaking to prevent detection

and temporal shielding designed to resist time paradoxes.

It's our only hope to get him back.

But Starfleet feels it's still too risky.

If word leaks I'm keeping this mission alive,

they may pull me out, and we lose our shot completely.

He was my number one.

Can I trust you to keep this secret

until I make the call?

- Yes, Admiral.

- I--

I had nowhere else to go.

- And then you came here to me

because I'm--

I'm your father.

- From a different time

when I only ever knew you as our Diviner.

You traveled into the past to prevent Solum

from falling to civil war.

It's why I'm here, to save it.

- I heard warnings about an imposter in the capital,

but I never--

you must understand, this is a lot to take in.

Why should I believe you?

How? Only I can--

- It's the same heirloom.

You passed it down to your progeny.

Me.

- It's astonishing. You are astonishing.

- I have to admit,

you're not quite what I expected you to be.

I wasn't even sure you'd help me.

- What?

Refuse to help my own daughter?

Surely, I don't make that bad of a father, do I?

It's...

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Complicated.

- Well, well, I am willing to help however I can.

I'm just a lonely astronomer on a planet

that cares nothing about the stars.

Ironic.

I dreamed of life on worlds beyond ours,

and here it is on my doorstep, my own child.

- You see those worlds.

You taught me their languages,

thousands of them. - Thousands?

I don't have the answers you seek,

but I know where we can find them.

- The Arcanum.

It's a reliquary of our great history and knowledge.

- Ah!

Stay back! - It's just the Lorekeeper.

He's barely more than a library with legs.

- Greetings. What knowledge do you seek?

- I'm sorry.

I thought you were somebody else.

The elders think that I'm an imposter.

I need Solum to listen to me.

- Place your heirloom in the light.

The Va'Lu'Rah.

The most ancient rite of Solum.

Those who succeed are acknowledged

as true Vau N'Akat by all who witness.

- A dangerous ceremony from our earliest origins,

when we rose from the depths to overcome.

But it hasn't been tried in millennia.

- And we're sure this will work?

- The Va'Lu'Rah is the foundation of our culture.

It will prove you are one of us.

They would have to listen to you.

- If you survive.

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- We're not even in the academy yet,

and we're already a part of a classified Starfleet mission.

Consider this secret locked up in shuttlebay three.

- Mission? - Ah!

- A secret in shuttlebay three?

There is no shuttlebay three.

What? No, no secret.

Just Starfleet flunky talk.

Maj'el to Nova candidates.

Meet me at the shuttlebays. Priority one.

- Zero, try to slow her down.

- Now, let's be logical about this.

We both know Dal can't distinguish a replicator

from a sonic toilet.

There is no shuttlebay three aboard.

- It seems you forget, Medusan...

that a Vulcan's psychic senses

are enhanced near other telepaths.

- I--that's-- stay out of my head.

- Change of plans.

Meet me in the restricted hangar,

and prepare a report to Starfleet Command.

- Oh, dear, she's in the turbolift.

What do we do now?

- We gotta get to that shuttlebay before they do.

- Deck 14. - Deck 27.

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- Deck 32.

- This way! Oh, no!

Jankom meant this way.

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- Deck 19.

- Go, go, go, go, go, go! - Halt.

- Huh? - You will take the next one.

- Warp cores are so beautiful up close.

It's the delta radiation. - Uh, keep moving.

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- Great, no sign of Nova Squadron yet.

- For how long?

They're bound to find the ship just like we did.

Ugh, you're right.

Unless we move it.

Where...

it--uh...

come on.

Ah! There she is.

Now just gotta find the control panel.

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Okay, let's see, engines, engines, hmm.

- Dal, this is a terrible idea.

We don't know how to fly this ship.

- Relax, I'm just gonna zip it over

to another shuttlebay. Open the hangar.

Keep a lookout on our six.

- Ah, on our six! On our six!

- Halt, by Starfleet regulation 7

paragraph 4, I order you to stand down now.

This isn't what it looks like.

- It looks like you are boarding an unsanctioned vessel

which is forbidden by Federation law.

- Okay, so it is what it looks like.

- Detain them.

- Easy now. - What are you doing?

- Get off. - Careful, new suit.

- There's so many violations here.

Ah, yes!

- Hey--ah!

- Janeway wormhole launch sequence engaged

Prepare impulse ignition.

- Whoa, ah!

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- So how did the chat go

with our little surprise guests?

- As best as you could expect.

- Interesting, because someone has unauthorized access

in shuttlebay three. - What?

- Janeway, time is now.

You...

- Whoever you are, listen to me carefully.

We're not going into that wormhole.

We don't even have a ship capable of--

no, it's too soon.

Ready a tractor beam. Get a lock on that ship.

- I can't.

Subspatial interference from the anomaly is too great.

They're gone.

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- We're caught in the rift's gravimetric well.

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- Ah! - Huh?

- What are you doing? - Strapping us in.

Like it or not...

- They're going into that wormhole.

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