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- Dal's personal log.

Stardate 61945.4.

We finally made it
back to "Voyager."

It seems strange, though.

Everything looks the same,
but it feels different.

Maybe we're the ones
who changed.

We went through a lot
to get the "Protostar" back

after it was lost in time.

We faced the unexpected.

Made some new friends.

Our journey left a few
bumps and bruises too.

But when we had nothing else,
we had each other.

And I realized,

maybe home isn't always
a place.

It's the people
you trust the most.

Lucky for us,
we have Starfleet.

Thanks to their knowhow
and an antivirus upgrade,

the weapon on the "Protostar"
is no threat to them.

Janeway and "Voyager's"
top minds are helping us

find a way to send
our old ship back in time

to Tars Lamora,
where we first found it,

so we can fix the past,
heal Gwyn,

and save the present,

and look out for each other
a little longer.

- Tighten
into a triad formation.

- On it. 13 meters apart.

- Good.
Maintain your distance.

- You hear that, Grom?

Let's cut the chitchat
and concentrate.

- Excellent.

Beginning a z-plus
75-degree climb.

Now open
your coolant interlocks.

- Opening coolant now.

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- Begin Boothby Supernova
in three...

- Two...

What is this?
- Huh?

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

- Though it looks like
you started without me.

- Computer, end program.

Why are you here?

You don't have
the qualifications

to be in Starfleet Academy
training modules.

- I invited Dal.

- Ugh, perfect.

- After seeing his performance
in the field,

I believed it would be

a mutually beneficial
experience.

I've done some training solo,

but I'm excited to learn
from the best.

- Uh, kay.

- Computer,
restart training program.

- This organic matrix
is remarkable,

unlike any I've seen.

I only wish I had better news.

- Come on, Doc!

Stop dancing around it
and give it to us straight.

- Please.

How bad is the prognosis?

- Even with my expertise,

the damage is irreparable.

Much more, and this body will
cease function entirely.

- And never feel again.

I knew this day would come,
but it is no less devastating.

I'd hoped there was still
some distant possibility.

- Oh, there is.

As your Tellarite friend
has said many a time,

if we can't fix it,
we make a new one.

- Huh?

- With Starfleet's
recent advances

in artificial physiology,
an upgrade could

recreate tactile sensations
in whatever form you wish.

- So I could look like me
and feel like me.

How joyous!

And terrifying.

- Indeed.

You would retain
all such sensations,

the good and bad.

Are you certain
that is what you want?

- What is life,
if not a balance of both?

More than anything, Doctor,
I just want to feel like me.

- Very well.

I'll contact
the Daystrom Institute

right away.

- Actually, Doctor,
I'd prefer Mr. Pog

to oversee the project.

Z, you're not
thinking straight!

- Your skills are unparalleled,
and I'd hoped

you could give it
the old Jankom touch.

- Aww, now Jankom Pog
is touched.

- Ah, youthful camaraderie.

It's settled then.

I'll send over some schematics
to get started.

So exhilarating!

A new life of unknown
possibilities awaits.

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- Been a while since
my last Starfleet debrief.

I may be a little rusty.

- You'll be fine,
but don't forget--

dress code.

Admiral's orders.

- I remember the first time
we saw one of these combadges.

It was our last day
on "Voyager" together.

Our "Voyager," I mean.

- Who could forget?

It's not every day you meet
a version of yourself

from the future,
and she blasts you

back to the Alpha Quadrant.

Strange to think my uniform is
so similar to hers now.

- She did give us the designs.

Either way,
I think it suits you.

It's funny.

You traveled across time
to get "Voyager" home safe,

and I did the same
with the "Protostar."

- Just like old times.

- Only I'm not
your number one anymore.

And this isn't
the old "Voyager."

- Nothing stays
the same forever.

I'm looking forward
to what comes next.

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Apologies for the delay,
Admiral.

- Our time-lost captain
returns.

Chakotay, must be good
to be home.

Ten years is a long time
on that island.

- But we're glad
to have him back,

especially for the mission
to come.

This "Protostar" doesn't
belong in our time.

It threatens
the fabric of reality

and endangers my crew.

- The question is, how do we
send it back to the past

without causing further damage
to the timestream?

- Mr. Tysess believes
if "Voyager" can

reopen the wormhole near Solum,

the exit may lead
to Tars Lamora--

- Sorry to interrupt,
Vice Admiral,

but I have to stop you
right there.

Starfleet command
has discussed it,

and we will be taking over

the "Protostar" mission
from here.

- With respect, Admiral,
is that necessary?

We've come this far.

- And we can't afford
another crisis.

Starfleet's already spread
too thin

by the Romulan evacuation,

damaged fleets
from the Living Construct,

A500 androids barely keeping
member worlds going--

- So let us finish
what we started.

- You're too close to it,

and I've seen
how it clouds your judgment.

Your orders are to escort
the Protostar to Earth.

The Department
of Temporal Investigations

will handle the rest.

- What about our crew?
- Reassigned.

Janeway will
return to her desk,

and those would-be cadets
will be taken off ship

and reevaluated.

Sorry, another crisis calls.

We'll see you
in San Francisco.

- Not the welcome home
I expected.

- I have a duty to my crew.

I'm not keen
on putting our fates

in the hands of bureaucrats.

Options?

- I hate to say it,
but Jellico may be right.

We can't go rogue again.

- I see.

And you, Chakotay?

- I agree.

We're too close.

It's been a long road, Admiral.

Maybe it's time
our journey finally ends.

The mission's over?

Aww!

- This feels rather abrupt.

We risked life and limb
finding our old ship.

- Seeing the mission through
would be a logical conclusion.

- Does Starfleet understand

Gwyn's very existence
depends on it?

I expect so.

They merely trust their own
to finish the job

over a few
Starfleet Academy hopefuls.

- Don't worry.

Jankom's sure they'll open
a Special Rogue Misfit Division

just for us.

- I don't understand.

Wesley said
that we're important.

- Ha!

Maybe we were.

But let's face it.

Our role here is done.

- We rescued Chakotay
and found the "Protostar."

This Special Rogue Misfit
Division should be proud.

I mean, sure,
I wish it could have been us

to fix our mistakes.

- You mean
"unexpected variables."

- But fixing time is a big job.

And if there's a risk
of losing Gwyn,

I'm happy
the Federation's taking over.

- You're right.

This is bigger
than any of us now.

- Commander Tysess to Gwyn.

You're needed on the bridge.

It is urgent.

- On my way.

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- Mr. Tysess,
what's the situation?

- Someone's tapped into
the Watson Subspace Relays.

We're receiving
a long-range transmission

from a downed Starfleet shuttle
on Solum.

- Expecting a call?

Put it through.

Hello?

- Hello?
Can anyone hear me?

- Ilthuran!

Gwyndala.

Oh, bless the stars.

You're all right.

I'm not too late.

- This is "Voyager."

Is something wrong?
Do you need assistance?

- It's Asencia.

She's assumed power--
too much power.

And now a war is
coming for you.

- What's happened?

- The council is no more.

Asencia's harnessed new
technology I've never seen,

building military forces
at an unfathomable rate.

- No.

- My contacts
in the uprising sent me

these disturbing visuals.

Within those domes,
months go by,

while outside, merely hours.

A fleet constructed
in no time.

Who knows what other weapons
she's devised.

- How is this possible?

- Even in Solum's future,
the Vau N'Akat have never

possessed that kind
of time manipulation.

- So the question is,
where is she getting

this technology from?

- Ah! They found me.

- Father!

- Asencia.

- Hello, Admiral.

Reporting for duty?

And Gwyn, still alive, I see.

I never thanked you
for my trophy.

- If you do anything to him--

- Oh, yes. That reminds me.

Thank you, Ilthuran.

Now I have
their subspace coordinates.

- Ilthuran is seeking asylum

with the United Federation
of Planets

and is under my protection.

I'm not your ensign anymore.

But I will leave you
with a parting gift

in honor of the time
we spent together.

It just flew by.

- Cetacean Ops is detecting
something incoming, Admiral.

Something big.

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- Red alert.
Shields up.

I advise you to turn back now.

Any attack on our vessel will
be considered an act of war.

- Acknowledged.

- Damage report.

- We're caught in some sort
of energy drain.

Shields are down to 87%
and dropping.

- It's siphoning our power.

And something else is
charging up on the enemy ship.

- We have no idea what
her weapons are capable of.

- Helm, get us out of here.

- I can't, Admiral.

It's disrupting our warp field.

- Impulse too.

We're sitting ducks.

- Bleed "Voyager" dry,

and target "REV-1's" torpedoes
on the "Protostar."

- No!

- Janeway to Janeway.

The Protostar is
being hammered.

We won't last long.

- We can't lose that ship.

We have to send it back.

- I am fully aware
of our temporal predicament,

but right now, my concern is
for the crew of "Voyager."

I can't protect
two ships at once.

- Then let me handle
the "Protostar."

- Be careful.

I just got you back.

- Don't worry.

I have help.

Gwyn, you're with me.

- Gwyn to "Protostar" crew.

Meet us in Transporter Room 2.

What's going on?

Voyager's draining more juice

than a dikironium
cloud creature.

- The Protostar needs her crew.

- Wait. You want us?

- It was our ship.
Who better?

- If the Protostar goes down,
I go with it.

We'll make sure
that doesn't happen.

- Maj'el,
where are you all going?

- Weapons are down.

Commander Tysess is mounting
a shuttle defense

and needs as many pilots
as possible.

- Grom!

Chakotay to the doctor.

We have a medical emergency.
One injured.

- I have patients pouring in
and can barely treat them all.

- I'll take her to sickbay.

The doctor could use
some assistance.

Safe journeys, friends.

- We're down a pilot.

You sure you know how to fly?

- Well, I--

- He knows how to go fast.

- Go.
Starfleet needs you.

- Yes, sir.

- Well, what are we
waiting for?

- Good luck, Dal.

- Hey.
See you on the other side.

- Not if I see you first.

- Took you long enough.

- You didn't think
I was gonna fly this ship

all by myself?

Ready to be my first officer?

- Yes, sir.

Rok, status report.

- Enemy weapons targeting
forward shields.

And Bribble just had
an oopsie in my pocket.

- Begin evasive maneuvers,
Pattern Omega One.

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- I'm sorry I can't be
of more assistance

in my diminished state.

- As long as you're conscious,
you're helpful.

Now hand me a hypospray.

- The osteo-regenerators
can't keep up

with all these wounded.

- Well, then we do it
the old-fashioned way.

Status report.

- Systems failing.

Shields at 19%.

- We need to stop
that energy drain

before we're fully exposed.

Get my torpedoes back online!

- Rerouting secondary power.

Quantum torpedoes
are armed and ready.

- Target the enemy
weapons array.

- We can't get a lock.

Too much
chronometric interference.

- Our weapons are useless
if we can't find our target.

The Nova Flyers are
faster than our shuttles.

Could they slip
into close range

and relay coordinates?

- Already ahead of you.

Over here!

Mark 2 Nova flyers, redesigned
by Lieutenant Paris himself.

- They look bigger up close.

- Let's hope
they're faster too.

- Commander Tysess has
unlocked the safety protocols.

These are not just
for target practice anymore.

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Prime your sensors.

Once in range, scan the enemy
ship's weapons array

until Voyager can get a lock.

- Enemy fighters approaching.

- Then let's
welcome them properly.

- Multiples incoming.
Lay down cover fire.

- Incoming.

Stay close.

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- Whoa!

They ain't gonna
make this easy!

- Shields at 12%.

- Nova Flyers,
we need coordinates.

- I can't keep a lock.
There's too many drones.

We have to fall back.
- Not an option.

- Zeph's right.

We fall back,
lure the drones away,

and clear a path for
the "Protostar" to get a lock.

- That's a heck of an idea.

You copy that, "Protostar"?

- Loud and clear.

Buy us an opening.

- Come on.

- We only get one shot at this.

- Ah, don't be so dramatic.

Recalibrating deflector,
Captain.

- There's our opening.

- We've got a visual.
Locking on!

- Admiral, we've scanned
the weapons array.

Sending the coordinates now.

- Received.

Now get out of there.

- Shields at 3%.

2%!

- Fire quantum torpedoes,
full spread!

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- Why'd they stop
following us?

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- No...

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- Shields gone.

Systems offline.

- Then we're at
Asencia's mercy.

I am rather
enjoying my new toys.

You don't want to watch?

Your strategic mind has been
so useful...Traveler.

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