- Report. - A ship just decloaked off our port stern.
- Can you identify them? - They recloaked.
That disruptor blast had a Klingon signature.
- Evasive manoeuvres. Hail them. - No response.
- Port shields are down to 50%. - They've recloaked again.
The tetryon readings indicate it's a D-7 class cruiser.
- They were retired decades ago. - If their technology is antiquated...
A metaphasic scan might penetrate their cloak.
Do it.
Bridge to astrometrics, initiate a metaphasic sweep.
I've detected a vessel. Transferring the trajectory to tactical.
- I have them. - Fire phasers.
- Our cloak has failed. - Divert emergency power to shields!
Forward emitters are off-line.
- The Federation ship is hailing. - Answer them.
Captain!
It may give us more time to get the cloak back on-line. Visual.
This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager. Stand down.
We will not surrender to sworn enemies of the Klingon Empire.
There's been a misunderstanding.
The Empire signed a peace treaty
with the Federation 80 years ago.
It's still in effect.
You're lying.
I'm not lying. But if I were,
your ship in no match for mine.
I suggest we discuss this.
Discuss what?
The treaty. Our database will show
I'm telling the truth.
Databases can be falsified.
I have a Klingon serving on this ship.
Impossible.
She's my chief engineer.
I will meet this "chief engineer”.
We'd be honoured to have you.
You're safe here. You have my word.
Forgive me if I don't find that reassuring.
Why are you in the Delta Quadrant?
I'm not answering any questions
until I see the Klingon.
Captain Kohlar, Lieutenant Torres,
our chief engineer.
You're with child.
That's what the Doctor tells me.
Did you conceive during Nay'Poq?
- I have no idea. - It was 14 or 15 weeks ago.
That sounds about right.
Not that it's your business.
I must return to my ship.
What about the treaty?
Here's a copy of the Khitomer Accords.
I must return to my vessel.
I must know you won't fire on us again.
You have my word.
Escort Captain Kohlar to the transporter room.
Aye, Captain.
What the hell was that about?
- It's the truth. - How can you be certain?
The Scrolls say, "You will find me after two warring houses make peace."
Our people and the Federation, our greatest enemy, are at peace.
So the humans claim. These Accords may be a deception.
The other signs are present. "You will know me before I know the world."
The child is unborn. It does not know the world.
- You interpret the Scrolls well. - We must verify the evidence.
Your scepticism darkens my heart, T'Greth.
What evidence did our ancestors have when they began this journey?
Nothing but their faith.
Tell the others to prepare. The Day of Separation has arrived.
- The Klingon ship's core is breaching. - Red Alert. Hail them.
I salute you, Captain.
You did more damage to our vessel than my engineer thought.
We can send a team to establish a containment field.
- There isn't time. - Their core will breach in 30 seconds.
- I request emergency transport. - Captain, their crew complement is 204.
Force fields around the shuttlebay. Transport them there.
- Prepare your crew for evacuation. - Ten seconds.
If we're close when the core breaches...
Go to warp as soon as their crew is aboard.
- Five... four... three... - We have them.
You spared us a dishonourable death.
Sensors show the containment failure wasn't caused by our weapons.
You activated a self-destruct sequence.
It was the only way to get on Voyager.
- Why was that so important? - It's our sacred duty to be here.
I don't understand.
More than 100 years ago, my great-grandfather was part of a sect,
which believed the Empire had lost its way.
They discovered a sacred text.
It told them to embark on a journey to a distant region of the galaxy.
You've travelled for four generations?
My people have always known the voyage would be long... and difficult.
But the Scrolls said we'd be rewarded.
How?
We would find the Kuvah'Magh. The saviour of our people.
The one who will lead us to a new empire.
The Scrolls tell us to follow her wherever she goes.
What does any of this have to do with Voyager?
I believe the Kuvah'Magh is the unborn child of B'Elanna Torres.
- You're joking. - They take their beliefs very seriously.
- Seriously enough to destroy their ship? - Couldn't they have just followed us?
Their sacred text told them, "to cast off the old ways",
as soon as they found this Kuvah'Magh.
Their vessel was a vestige of the corrupt Empire.
I hoped our daughter would be special, but the Klingon Messiah!
This isn't funny. It might be dangerous. What if they want to hurt the baby?
Your baby's sacred. It's unlikely they'd harm her.
200 Klingons is a security threat.
We should confine them to the shuttlebay until we find a home.
There are women and children. We can't lock them up.
I agree. Assign security to every deck and ensure Klingons know the rules.
- The bridge will have to be off limits. - Keep them out of all restricted areas.
Despite their reverence for B'Elanna, she needs a 24-hour security detail.
- Just what I need. - Where are they going to sleep?
We'll double up in quarters. I'll ask for volunteers.
This isn't easy but until we can find a place for them,
we should make them comfortable. Dismissed.
- Captain, you must try the gagh. - I'll pass, thank you.
- I'm glad to see you're getting into it. - I'm studying the Klingon database.
They're a fascinating people. Very robust.
And they certainly seem to appreciate my culinary skills.
- Everything's running smoothly. - Not quite everything.
Some of the Starfleet people have been complaining... about the smell.
Personally, I find it appealing.
A kind of musky aroma.
Adjust the environmental controls to filter out the musk.
Thief!
- Touch my food again and I'll kill you! - OK, everybody relax.
- He took gagh from my plate. - If you don't mind, Ensign.
I've studied Klingon etiquette. You shouldn't quarrel over food.
Save your strength for battle, to fight those who challenge you.
Take it easy!
That's enough!
You have a fiery spirit.
You will make a worthy mate.
What a day!
I never met a more ravenous group in my life.
I must have served over 300 meals.
Mr Neelix, may I ask what you're doing here?
We're bunk mates.
- There must be some mistake. - No, there's no mistake.
I gave my quarters to a Klingon family. By the time I checked with Chakotay,
you were the only one not paired up.
You should have consulted me.
We're such close friends, I knew you wouldn't mind.
Mr Neelix, as much as I enjoy your company,
I prefer solitude in my own quarters.
You don't want me to go back there and tell that family to get out, do you?
Good. Because I promise you, we're going to have fun, Mr Vulcan.
I learned some Klingon drinking songs.
I'll teach them to you.
- Paris to Torres. - I'm almost finished.
- You said that an hour ago. - I'll be there in a minute. Torres out.
Keep an eye on the replicators, they've already gone down once today.
It's her.
When you said, "In a minute" ”, you weren't kidding.
A group of Klingons ambushed me outside engineering.
I decided transporting myself would be easier than running the gauntlet.
I'm starting to feel like a prisoner.
At least you have a handsome cellmate.
How long will they be on board?
I thought you'd be glad to have other Klingons around.
You always say it's uncomfortable being the only one.
I should be careful what I wish for.
Maybe talk to them. Give them a chance. Come in.
- Captain... - Sorry to bother you. I need your help.
Ten Klingons are on hunger strike.
They won't eat until you meet with their Elders.
- That's ridiculous. - Their faith is very important.
- They think I'm something I'm not. - Just hear what they have to say.
They could be here for a while.
- You can't avoid them forever. - I can try.
If it'll make you feel any better, I'll go with you.
You honour us with your presence.
Look at her ridges.
Morak was right.
Your blood is not pure.
No, my father was human.
- Couldn't you see this? - Yes, but...
- Why didn't you tell us? - It wasn't important.
Not important?
We destroyed our ship. You said she was the mother of the Kuvah'Magh.
Show me where it's written that the Kuvah'Magh must be pure Klingon.
The Prophecy wouldn't lead us to a mongrel child.
- Take it easy. - Who are you?
The father of that mongrel child.
More human blood.
Your Kuvah'Magh isn't even half Klingon.
I've spent my life interpreting the Scrolls.
All the signs of the Prophecy are here.
Liar.
You've led us to a false saviour.
- I told you this was a mistake. - Lieutenant, I need your help.
Any more help from me and you'll have a holy war.
That's what I'm trying to prevent.
My baby's just a baby. She's not a saviour.
Perhaps. But we must convince my people that she is.
Why?
We're travelled over 30,000 light years in search of this saviour.
And in more than 100 years, we've found nothing
except hardship and isolation.
When I saw Lieutenant Torres, that she was with child,
I didn't know if I was looking at the mother of the Kuvah'Magh or not.
But I knew it was an opportunity to end this wasteful journey.
You don't believe in the Prophecy?
I believe that my people have suffered enough.
If they accept your child as the Kuvah'Magh,
you'll hold great influence over them. We can find a new planet.
Tell them it's their home and they'll follow you there.
- I'm not going to lie to them. - What's the alternative?
My people staying aboard your ship, draining your resources?
I agree with B'Elanna. I'm not comfortable deceiving them.
- Perhaps you won't have to lie. - What are you suggesting?
If you study the Scrolls with me,
we may be able to interpret them in a way that's consistent with your life.
We'll bring those consistencies to the attention of the Council.
So, you just want to stretch the truth.
It is possible that the Sacred Scrolls were scrolled by a madman in a cave.
Or perhaps they were divinely inspired.
Either way, they've guided us for over a century.
If my people start to believe that the Sacred Scrolls have led them astray
there may be violence.
- Is that a threat? - Merely a fact.
You're doing everything you can to get your people home, Captain.
That's all I'm doing for mine.
It says the Kuvah'Magh will be descended from a noble house.
I don't come from one and I'm sure my husband doesn't, either.
We all have nobility in our blood if we go back far enough.
So these Scrolls can mean anything.
It is written that the mother of the Kuvah'Magh would be an off-worlder.
- You were born on a Federation colony. - A lot of Klingons are born off-world.
It also says you would have lived a life of solitude and endured many hardships.
That's accurate, isn't it?
According to this
I'm supposed to have won a victory against an army of 10,000 warriors.
- Haven't you? - We haven't even met 10,000 warriors.
- Unless you include the Borg. - Did you destroy one of their vessels?
- I suppose... - Couldn't that have been your victory?
I guess so.
Where are the images of Kahless?
Where is your family crest?
They clashed with the carpet.
- Don't you honour your traditions? - Not really.
There is one tradition we can honour together.
What are you doing?
It's midday. Time to remember the sacrifice of our ancestors.
- Haven't you made a plea for the dead? - Not since I was a child.
The dead can't rest in Sto-Vo-Kor if the living don't honour their memory.
Perhaps there's someone I can honour on your behalf.
Who did you plead for as a child?
- My grandmother. - She was called?
L'Naan.
Kahless, we implore you to remember those warriors...
...who have fallen in your name.
Lift them out of the Cavern of Despair
and reveal yourself to them in all your glory.
Right. "In all your glory".
Remember Kolax, son of Amar.
Remember Talij, daughter of K'rene.
Remember L'Naan, daughter of Krelik.
- What happened to you? - I cut myself shaving.
- Is that a bite? - A Klingon attacked me.
- Did you provoke him? - Not him, her.
She wasn't provoked. She was aroused.
I'm not surprised.
I've studied Klingon mating rituals in their database.
Then tell me how to convince a female twice my size, I'm not interested.
- You probably can't. - Great.
As I understand it, you have two options.
Kill her... or mate with her.
- As the first option is unacceptable... - What's this?
Authorisation for intimate relations with an alien species.
Be sure to get the captain's approval.
Chief engineer's personal log, stardate 54518.2.
I've been reviewing the Sacred Scrolls
in preparation for my appearance before the Klingons.
Kohlar also suggested I prepare a few colourful stories to win them over.
That's when they beamed aboard the Flyer, weapons firing.
Tuvok fought valiantly but there were too many Hirogen.
I had to face ten of their fiercest hunters, alone.
- Is that how you remember it? - Exaggeration is part of Klingon custom.
She's doing great.
...forcing me to take down the last hunter in hand-to-hand combat.
- It was a glorious fight! - Your ancestors would be honoured.
You tell a good story
but that's not why you're here.
Some say you are the mother of the Kuvah'Magh.
The one who will guide us to a new homeworld.
Has your unborn child told you where it is?
The Scrolls say, "You will follow in my footsteps before I have made them."
Yesterday we changed course toward a planet very much like Kronos.
So, in a manner of speaking, you are now following my child to a new home.
You deliver the words we want to hear but it's Kohlar who gives them to you.
You're his puppet in the bed chamber?
Watch it. That's my wife you're talking about.
He speaks! I didn't think you had a tongue.
- Leave him out of this. - See how he hides behind his female.
It is also written that the father of the Kuvah'Magh will be a warrior.
Would a warrior ever refuse a challenge?
I haven't refused any challenge.
I haven't made one yet.
You and I.
To the death.
- Tom... - Stay out of this.
Pahtk!
I accept.
- What should I have said? - How about, "no"?
- There'd have been a riot if I'd refused. - So, you'll get yourself killed?
- What makes you sure I'd lose? - Please!
I've no intention of fighting to the death,
but wasn't the point to make them believe we're their saviour's parents.
- Captain, you must put a stop to this. - I intend to.
Mr Tuvok.
Gentlemen, Lieutenant Paris had no authority to accept this challenge.
There will be no death matches aboard my ship.
I told you this pahtk was not the true father.
Lieutenant Paris is willing to fight you.
I'm the one preventing him.
The father of the Kuvah'Magh wouldn't let a woman speak for him.
T'Greth, there is precedent for an honourable compromise.
A non-lethal bout fought with blunted bat'leths.
Victory for he who knocks his opponent to the ground three times.
- A coward's rule! - Was the Emperor Mur'Eq a coward?
He instituted these rules to ensure
his warriors would Kill their enemies and not each other.
If you agree to these terms
I'll allow the match.
I'll see you on the field of battle.
I assume you have a suitable holodeck training programme for this?
He'll be ready. I'll train him myself.
Neelix!
- Something wrong? - Sssh! Have you seen her?
- Who? - That Klingon woman.
The one I got into a scrape with in the mess hall.
- Officer Ch'Regha! - That's her.
- I haven't seen her today. - She follows me everywhere.
- Why? - She wants to mate.
You're a lucky man. She's a fine specimen of Klingon womanhood.
I guess it's a matter of taste. You never saw me.
- Wait! I have a better idea. - Neelix, what the hell are you doing?
Play along. I'm taking her off your hands.
When I say you're limited to two servings of brak't that's all you get.
- Do you understand me, Ensign? - Yes, sir. Whatever you say.
I don't think you do.
If I catch you eating more than your share again, I'll cut it out of your belly.
Run!
- Excuse me. - Pahtk!
- I didn't think you approved of this. - I don't. I'm here in an official capacity.
They're fighting with non-lethal weapons.
It's surprising the damage a blunt bat'leth can do.
Warriors. Assemble!
- Today would be a very bad day to die. - I'll try to remember that.
Let honour guide you.
Tagh!
I see fear in your eyes, human.
The only Klingon I'm afraid of is my wife after a double shift.
- It's begun. - What are you talking about?
He's dying.
- Typically, I make that kind of prognosis. - It's the Nehret.
It kills all of us who aren't fortunate enough to die in battle.
It's a retrovirus that attacks the cytoplasmic membranes.
Shouldn't we have detected it when the Klingons came aboard?
This is an insidious virus. It lies dormant,
disguising itself as inert genetic material until it inexplicably activates.
The Nehret always comes without warning.
I've reviewed my scans of the other Klingons. They're all carriers.
Why didn't you tell us you had a disease?
We've never thought of it as a disease.
It's more like... old age.
- Is it contagious? - Only to Klingons.
If you'd give us some privacy, I'd like to examine Lieutenant Torres.
Of course.
- The baby too? - I'm afraid so.
Why am I here?
You're ill. You collapsed during the fight.
- The Nehret. - Yes.
Thank you for telling us. Now my baby and I have it, too.
Where do you think you're going?
To prepare for my journey to Sto-Vo-Kor.
- You should be in sickbay. - Can you make me well?
- Not at the moment, but... - Then don't deny me my tradition.
The child is not the Kuvah'Magh.
But the father accepted your challenge. He defeated you.
I was defeated by the Nehret.
B'Elanna Torres and her child will fall victim to it as well.
- Impossible. - They both carry it. She told me herself.
But the Scrolls say the Kuvah'Magh is younger than old age.
And stronger than sickness.
She cannot be our saviour.
- We should resume our search. - Kohlar and the others won't agree.
Then we must act alone!
For the good of our people.
How?
We'll wait for the right moment
and when it comes
we'll seize Voyager.
There are two potential colony sites in the southern hemisphere.
- We'll require topographical scans. - I'll prepare them.
I shouldn't have doubted you.
It appears the signs were there all along.
- I'll join the survey mission. - You're ill, old friend.
You should remain here.
I want my final days to be spent in honourable pursuits.
Don't ask me to die inside these walls.
We transport in one hour.
Your transporters are more sophisticated than ours.
I've studied your transporters. The technology isn't that different.
But you were able to beam our entire crew aboard at one time.
We usually don't do that for safety reasons,
but we can expand the buffer capacity.
- These are the targeting scanners? - Yes.
They work on the same principles as yours.
It's urgent?
I need a more detailed bio-scan of your baby.
- She's not sick, is she? - No. But I may be onto something.
I'll lead the team going to site A. Kohlar is in charge of the site B team.
- Morning, Commander. - Harry.
Phaser fire in transporter room 1.
Bridge to Chakotay.
- They're on the surface. - Now lock onto the bridge officers.
They've activated a force field around deck 1.
Transport the rest of the crew.
I detect multiple transports. Our people have been beamed to the surface.
Cut power to the transporters.
- I can't. - Bridge to engineering.
B'Elanna, respond.
There's no one in engineering.
- The bridge officers? - I still can't get a lock.
Can you transport us there?
I'll try.
Computer, open transporter room doors. Security override, Tuvok pi alpha.
Grant me a warrior's death.
- I beg of you. - Sorry. No mercy killings on my bridge.
- Get our people back. - Yes, ma'am.
- Why am I not in Sto-Vo-Kor? - Because you're healthy as a targ.
- The Nehret? - Gone.
We have B'Elanna Torres' child to thank for it.
The foetus has hybrid stem cells. They contain Klingon and human DNA.
I used them to synthesise an antivirus.
The child cured me?
- I devised the treatment. - Doctor...
Yes, of course. The child cured you.
The Kuvah'Magh has healed all of us.
She truly is our saviour.
Captain's log, stardate 54529.8.
As we help the Klingons into their new home,
life aboard Voyager is gradually returning to normal.
Computer, open this door.
Access is restricted.
- On whose authority? - Neelix.
Mr Neelix, open this door.
I'll be there in a minute, Commander.
Computer, security override. Authorisation Tuvok pi...
- Goodbye, my little par'machkai. - Goodbye, my fearless warrior.
I'm really going to miss her.
Don't you worry, Mr Vulcan.
I'll have this place shipshape in no time at all.
Just go, Mr Neelix.
- What's this? - My great-grandfather's bat'leth.
It's for your daughter.
I hope someday you'll tell her about us.
I will.
Qapla', B'Elanna Torres.
Qapla'.
It doesn't seem right to hang it on the wall.
I'm not letting you scratch it up on the holodeck.
I'm sure our daughter wouldn't mind lending it to the old man now and then.
This is one special kid we're going to have.
You're just figuring that out?
I was hoping for an artist or maybe a musician.
But she's already the saviour of an entire race.
- You don't believe that. - I don't know.
There are a lot of coincidences.
What were the odds they'd run into the one ship in the quadrant with a Klingon?
Probably the same odds that you and I would get married.
Maybe we should name her Kuvah'Magh.
Just to be safe.
Put it on the list.