Cold, patronising, arrogant.
- I know she's difficult. - She's impossible.
I'm getting tired of playing referee. Talk to her yourself.
She won't listen.
She may look and sound human but she's all Borg.
The problem is your attitude. You've never tried to accept Seven.
This morning she took an isolinear processor out of engineering
and when I went to get it back, she had locked the door, like that lab is hers.
- Shall I throw her in the brig? - I've heard worse ideas.
- Seven of Nine to Chakotay. - Chakotay here.
- Report to the astrometrics lab. - On my way.
Did you hear that? She's giving orders now.
If she gets in my way again, I am not responsible for what happens.
You're a senior officer. Act like one. Find a way to deal with her.
- Astrometrics? - Any guesses what this is about?
None.
- Your call sounded urgent. - It was.
I've been increasing the range of the sensors.
- You should find this interesting. - A ship. What's special about it?
I've analysed the warp signature. It's a Starfleet vessel.
The ship is in the Alpha Quadrant.
You've extended the sensors that far?
No, but far enough to detect
a network of relay stations.
Alien. Abandoned but functioning.
I'm getting readings from the whole network.
The ship is near a distant sensor
in the Alpha Quadrant.
It must be on a deep-space mission.
I've extrapolated its course.
Will we be able to track it?
It will be out of range in 41 minutes.
Can we transmit a message?
We'd have to remodulate our signal.
We don't have much time. Get it done.
Seven of Nine to Ensign Kim.
I'm sending the interlink frequencies.
Got it.
How much longer do we have?
16 minutes.
The subspace transceiver is on-line.
Ready.
Open a channel.
Starfleet vessel.
This is Captain Janeway of Voyager.
We're in the Delta Quadrant,
at coordinates 18, mark 205, mark 47.
Remodulate your signal to match our interlink frequency.
- We're receiving a transmission. - Let's hear it.
Starship Voyager. We're in the...
- Bridge to Seven. What went wrong? - I don't understand.
The station relayed our message across the network.
We should widen the subspace bandwidth.
- Do it. - Transmitting.
The signal is being relayed. No sign of interference.
It's being deflected back again.
This is Kathryn Janeway...
I have an explanation. Our carrier wave may be degrading.
Can we try a stronger signal?
A holographic datastream wouldn't degrade so quickly.
It would take too long to reconfigure. Unless...
The Doctor. Bring him to astrometrics. I'll meet you there.
Doctor, you have to come with me. Quickly.
Would you mind telling me what this is about?
When I requested away missions, this isn't what I had in mind.
You may be our only chance.
You'll be downloaded into their EMH system.
I'm sending an initiation code so you'll be activated immediately.
- We have less than 90 seconds. - How am I supposed to get back?
Instruct them to move within range of the sensor network.
- With any luck, they'll send you back. - Luck?
A lot of things could go wrong.
We're relying on an alien technology to send you a great distance.
- So my program could be lost. - I'm asking you to take that chance.
- 35 seconds. - Doctor?
I won't turn down a chance to become a hero. I'm ready.
- Torres to bridge. - Standing by.
I'm downloading him into the transceiver array.
- Good luck, Doctor. - There's that word again.
Hello? Is anyone here?
Computer, identify this ship.
This is the Federation starship Prometheus.
- Are we in the Alpha Quadrant? - Affirmative.
Sickbay to bridge.
All right. This is sickbay calling any crewmember. Please respond.
Computer, is the com system malfunctioning?
- Negative. - Why can't I reach anyone?
Access to the communications system has been restricted.
Isn't there some sort of emergency com channel availa...
Try to lie still. You have severe phaser burns.
- What happened here? - Romulans.
They've taken over the ship.
There's a vessel approaching on an intercept course.
- It's Starfleet. - I told you to mask our warp trail.
Systems are unfamiliar. We should have saved some of the crew.
You'd be surprised how stubborn humans can be.
- The Starfleet ship is closing. - Raise shields. Prepare to fire.
Computer, how many Romulans are on board?
27.
- And Starfleet crewmembers? - None alive.
Computer, display the ship's design schematic and list specifications.
USS Prometheus. Experimental prototype.
Designed for deep-space assignments.
Primary battle systems include -
regenerative shielding, ablative hull armour, multivector assault mode.
Multivector assault mode? Describe.
Access to tactical data requires level-4 clearance.
What can you show me at my clearance level?
Shields are holding.
Engage the multivector assault mode.
- It's never been tested. - Then we'll test it now.
I gave you an order and I expect you to follow it. Multivector assault mode.
Yes, Commander.
Initiating decoupling sequence.
Autoseparation in ten seconds. Nine, eight...
Computer, what's happening? Computer?
...four, three, two, one... Separation sequence in progress.
We're in attack formation. Each section is armed and responding.
Attack pattern beta-47.
- Specify target. - Starfleet vessel, bearing 162, mark 7.
Pattern and target confirmed.
I think we should consider that a successful test.
Begin the reintegration sequence. Damage report.
Yes, Commander.
- He's hurt. - Take him to the medical bay.
Reintegration sequence complete.
Computer, is there any way for me to send a message to another ship?
Negative. Communications access requires level-4 clearance or above.
State the nature of the medical emergency.
- Who activated you? - You did when you entered sickbay.
- Can you treat him? - Of course. That's my function.
Third-degree burns, jaw fracture and a ruptured blood vessel in his brain.
- I'll have to operate. - Why should I trust you?
I'm a doctor. Whether my patient is human or Romulan, I'll try to save him.
You're welcome to assist me.
Or maybe you just prefer to supervise.
Report to me when you're finished.
Computer, can I access this ship's EMH program
or do I need clearance for that, too?
- Access is unrestricted. - Activate it.
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
What are you doing in my sickbay?
I know every member of this crew. You aren't one of them.
- Because I'm... - State your clearance.
I don't have clearance. I'm an Emergency Medical Hologram.
- I've been sent here to... - Yes.
You're the mark one EMH. The inferior program.
- Inferior? - Beady eyes, terrible bedside manner.
I recognise you. But what are you doing here?
If you'd be quiet for one second, I'd explain.
I was transmitted here by a vessel 60,000 light years from here.
60,000 light years? We don't have ships that far out.
It's Voyager. We were taken into the Delta Quadrant four years ago
by an alien force...
I'm activating intruder alert.
That's the last thing you want to do! Listen.
This vessel has been taken over by Romulans. The crew is dead.
Do you understand?
Computer, deactivate EMH.
Computer, activate EMH.
State the nature of the medical emergency... Now what?
- I need your help. - Security Protocol 28, Subsection D.
In the event of alien takeover, the EMH is to deactivate and wait.
You don't have that luxury. Your ship and mine are at stake here.
I need to know what's happening. Is the Federation at war with the Romulans?
No. They're not involved in our fight with the Dominion.
- The who? - Long story.
In any case, we need to take control of this situation.
- I'm a doctor, not a commando. - It's time you became a bit of both.
You don't understand. The Prometheus is an experimental prototype.
And so am I. I haven't even been field-tested yet.
I'm not designed for this kind of duty.
Try to calm down. You'll do fine as long as I'm here.
I have expertise in this area. First thing's first. We've got a patient.
You treat his burns.
You're not serious. He's the enemy!
I assume you're familiar with the Hippocratic Oath?
You see what's happening? The Romulans are using you.
Your holo-matrix is unstable. That explains your erratic behaviour.
I was only installed six weeks ago.
Stable or not, I need you. And so does he.
He'll live. I say we leave him and deactivate ourselves.
No! You can go and cower inside the data processor if you'd like.
I'll work alone.
What can we expect to do against a ship full of Romulans?
I'm not sure yet. But I've faced my share of challenges.
Alien invasions, macro-viral infestations, I've travelled through time.
Have you run a self-diagnostic?
The EMH mark one is designed to function in sickbay only.
Voyager lost its doctor four years ago. I've been active since.
No wonder you're delusional.
- Your program is degrading. - I am in perfect health.
I was saving Voyager before you existed.
Are you going to help me take back this ship or not?
Get me the thrombic modulator.
It's the cone-shaped device. Hand it to me, please.
Medical science has advanced while you've been in the Delta Quadrant.
We don't use scalpels or leeches anymore.
Let me handle the medical side of things.
As for retaking the ship... I'll leave that in your experienced hands.
No word. Our link to the sensor net is stable.
Seven of Nine is standing watch in astrometrics.
She doesn't want to leave her post. She said she doesn't need to regenerate.
What are you doing?
Letters home. I started them a year ago.
One to my family. One to Mark.
I'm making a few updates just in case.
- I know. It's premature. - You're right.
It's probably a mistake to get our hopes up.
We've been through this before.
I just finished a letter to my cousin in Ohio.
- The doctor is in. - Thank God you're here.
- What's the trouble? - One minute they were eating lunch.
The next they started complaining of chest pain.
No wonder. Acute functional dyspepsia.
- What's that? - Heartburn.
I'm sorry. I don't know how this could have happened.
- I'll replicate some antacid. - You'll feel better in no time.
- Will they be all right? - It's not the Terrellian plague.
What did you feed them, anyway?
Rodeo Red's Red Hot Rootin' Tootin' Chili.
Where did you find that recipe?
I've been brushing up on American cuisine.
When we get back to Earth, I want to have marketable job skills.
Aren't you jumping the gun?
The Doctor is going to make it back and he's going to bring a rescue plan.
- I have confidence in him. - I hope you're right.
If not, I'll spend the trip treating upset stomachs.
This is never going to happen again.
It's just a matter of perfecting the recipe.
Next time I'll use a few less jalapenos.
I've accessed the logs.
We're at warp 9.9, heading for Romulan space.
This vessel is faster than any other. We'll never be rescued.
We must turn this ship around.
How? Waltz onto the bridge and take over the helm?
Which of us has the terrible bedside manner?
- You're not my patient. - My first bit of good news.
We have to incapacitate the Romulans.
- What anaesthetics do you have? - Only the best.
Axonol, neurozine, anesthezine.
Neurozine can be distributed in gaseous form.
Show me a schematic of the ship's ventilation system.
Please.
All primary systems have been rerouted to the bridge.
There are holo-emitters on every deck.
Yes. Unlike you, I'm not condemned to a sickbay.
Get three canisters of neurozine.
As a matter of record, I have free reign on Voyager.
- I can leave the ship as well. - Leave your ship? How?
My mobile emitter. A little piece of 29th-Century technology we obtained.
I'm as close to a sentient life-form as any hologram can be.
I socialise with the crew, fraternise with aliens, have sexual relations.
Sex? How's that possible? We're not equipped with...
Let's just say I made an addition to my program.
Maybe you could download those subroutines into my database.
We'll see.
The only place I can access environment control is from the bridge.
The bridge is full of Romulans.
In the real world you learn to think on your feet.
- Good luck. Computer, deactivate... - Not so fast.
Go to Jefferies tube 17. When I unlock the controls, you release the gas.
That's five decks up. What if I run into Romulans?
Improvise.
Your journey begins here.
Traditionally, one crawls in head first.
Thanks.
Doctor, have you completed the surgery?
Yes. Your friend is recovering. But there is something disturbing.
It seems he's been exposed to the Torothka virus.
If he was, you may all have been. I've come to run some scans.
- No one here is sick. - Not yet.
The cramps are unbearable. Although some say the rash is worse.
Conduct your scans.
- How far are we from our border? - At our present velocity, 40 minutes.
Alter our heading to 118, mark 26.
That will take us off our course.
We're giving this ship to someone who'll make use of it. The Tal Shiar.
We'll rendezvous with them within the hour.
- But Commander... - You have your orders.
- What are you doing? - Checking the biofilters for the virus.
You haven't taken any readings at all.
Next time, order the chicken salad.
- Am I glad to see you. - What's the emergency?
Take a look around you, Harry.
- What do you see? - Sickbay.
- Exactly. - So?
So it's not the helm of a starship, is it?
Have you taken some kind of psychotropic agent?
I'm a pilot, not a doctor.
This is temporary, just till the Doc gets back.
- What if he doesn't? - He'll be back!
I need your help. Rescue me from medical exile.
How?
You're an expert in holotechnology. Design a new doctor.
You really are delirious.
It took the greatest engineers years to develop the EMH.
I can't just design a new doctor.
Think of it as a challenge, Harry.
A chance to make history and save your best friend at the same time.
Lieutenant Torres.
You are recalibrating the relay interface.
That's right.
State your reasons.
State your reasons, please.
It's not what you say, it's how you say it.
I don't understand.
You may have noticed that the crew seem on edge when you're around.
I was Borg. I illicit apprehension.
No, we're not afraid that you're going to assimilate us.
We're just not used to... You just...
You're rude.
- I am rude? - Yes.
You order people around, you do things without permission, you're insulting.
You don't say please or thank you.
I don't expect you to change overnight.
But try to remember that we are not just a bunch of drones.
Recalibrating the interface is ill-advised.
The risk of disrupting our link is too great.
In your opinion. That is exactly what I'm talking about.
You haven't even been listening. I don't know why I...
- Are we losing the link? - No, we're receiving a transmission.
The Doctor?
- What are you? - Lieutenant Torres of Voyager.
- You are using our technology. - The sensor network?
- We thought it was abandoned. - It belongs to the Hirogen.
- Terminate your link. - No, wait...
The link has been severed.
What else have you done to this ship?
I will deactivate you unless you answer my questions.
If I answer them, you'll very likely deactivate me anyway.
You are nothing but a computer generated projection.
You're not capable of taking these actions independently.
- How flattering. - Who is operating your program?
Is it someone on this ship? A Starfleet crewmember we missed?
- Or one of my own men? - Paranoia is a way of life for you.
The ship received an optronic datastream transmission six hours ago.
- It contained a holographic subroutine. - Who sent it?
Unknown. The data pattern had a Starfleet signature.
So Starfleet has managed to sneak a holographic operative aboard.
- Very clever. - Were you only sent to spy on us?
Or does your mission include sabotage?
The datastream came from an alien sensor network.
It transferred me from a ship in the Delta Quadrant.
The Delta Quadrant? That's absurd.
- This is pointless. - I agree.
Maybe there's a better way to retrieve information from a hologram.
Like a complete algorithm extraction.
- We can analyse his subroutines. - Proceed.
Isn't there a convention regarding the treatment of prisoners?
Did it work? Sorry to interrupt.
- Did you anaesthetise the entire ship? - Yes.
How did you release the neurozine?
Trapped in the Jefferies tube, alone, nowhere to run,
his smug comrade captured by Romulans,
EMH mark two had to improvise.
Inspiration. He accessed the main computer and simulated a bio-hazard,
making the computer think there was a contamination.
- And the ventilation system opened. - Presto.
He then crawled back out of the tube, transferred here,
saw the dumbfounded look on his comrade's face...
The end. You should keep a personal log. Why bore others needlessly?
We have to get to the bridge.
Oh, trouble.
The Prometheus is a prototype. Top secret.
Only four people were trained to operate it.
I hope your myriad adventures included piloting lessons
because I can't fly this thing.
I've had my share of piloting experience.
Actually, only two lessons, and they were in a shuttlecraft on the holodeck.
But I showed great intuition.
- Where's the helm? - You're better intuit it fast.
We're eight minutes from the Romulan border.
There it is.
- This is all very complicated. - Stop breathing down my neck.
- My breathing is a simulation. - Stop it anyway.
- Is this a thruster control? - Don't touch that!
It could be the self-destruct.
- You look worried. - I'm just concentrating.
You don't know what you're doing. This is not a shuttle.
"I can leave my ship." The voice of experience.
Let me think! Here it is. This looks like the nacelle power control.
There's a little trick I saw Mr Paris do once.
If I can overload the nacelle coils, it'll collapse the warp field.
- What happened? - I did it! We've stopped!
All we have to do now is send a distress signal...
Beep-beep-beep. I've never heard that one before.
Oh, no. I think whatever I did initiated a warp core overload.
The ship's going to explode? You've got to stop it.
No problem.
What now?
Unless I'm mistaken, and I hope I am,
there are three Romulan warbirds on an intercept course.
We're boosting the signal gain.
- We'll cut through the jamming signal. - I warned you.
- Allow me to explain. - No explanation.
Your relay network allowed us to communicate with our people.
They are very far away. We're expecting a message.
All messages will be intercepted.
- He's jamming the link again. - Isn't there anything you might...
- What happened? - I generated a feedback surge.
- You killed him? - It was a mild shock. He will recover.
And when he does?
He wasn't responding to diplomacy.
Is the sensor link stable?
- Yes. - Keep watching for the Doctor.
Let me know if our friend gives us any more trouble.
Mild shock?
Not bad.
Thank you.
I've input the Doctor's physical characteristics.
Let's have a look.
Activate the Emergency Medical Hologram Replacement Program.
Let's give him a little more hair.
Let's get him working first, then we can worry about personal grooming.
Right. You're the boss. What do we do next?
I've compressed the medical library into a data file.
From "Gray's Anatomy" to McCoy's "Comparative Alien Physiology".
And once we transfer all the data into stoneface's matrix,
we'll have a new medical expert.
- That's what I'm hoping. - You are a genius.
- This is only the first step. - But it's a step in the right direction.
This probably isn't going to work.
What happened to all that youthful optimism?
Being a doctor is more than knowing facts.
We still have to create analytical subroutines,
tactile protocols and a personality profile.
Maybe we should make this one a little more... pleasant than the old Doc.
All right. I'm ready to transfer the data.
Computer, transfer medical library master file
to Emergency Medical Replacement Hologram.
- Transfer complete. - The animal cell.
All tissues originate from a microscopic structure.
It's a soft material enclosed in a membrane...
- What's he doing? - Reciting "Gray's Anatomy".
- Can you stop him? - I'm trying.
...but differing in external form.
- This is fascinating... - In a higher organism...
...but would you please be quiet?
- He doesn't have speech recognition. - Give him some!
...material similar to that found in the ovum...
- What's happening? - His matrix can't hold the data.
- What are you doing? - Downloading "Gray's Anatomy".
You said it was too much data for his holo-matrix.
It's not for the EMH. It's for you.
The Romulans are closing in. Get us out of here!
I can't get us moving. Reroute power to the impulse engines.
Here we go. I've found the relay controls.
I'm getting the hang of this.
- What's happening? - I moved power from the holo-emitters.
If I'm deactivated, this ship won't get back to Starfleet!
OK. I'm taking power from life-support. We don't need that. Try engines now.
Nothing. Why isn't this working?
30 seconds to intercept.
Hold it. I see the problem. The thrust initiator is off-line.
15 seconds. They're charging weapons!
Access the shields.
- I said shields! - Already done. Shields up.
This is the warbird T'Met calling the Prometheus.
Commander Rekar, respond.
Commander.
- This is the Prometheus. - Activate your viewscreen.
Our viewscreen is not operational. We've had trouble with commandos.
- Where's Rekar? - In the medical bay.
- He's suffered minor injuries. - Identify yourself.
- You first. - You first.
Repeat your last statement. I don't understand.
- State your identity. - This is Subcommander Almak.
Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded.
They're already down. Your readings are wrong.
Don't transport till it's safe.
Lower your shields or I'll open fire.
Immediately? Yes. Prometheus out.
Direct hit. Shields down to 20%.
- Three more ships are approaching. - We're doomed.
No! They're Starfleet!
- What are they doing? - Firing on us!
- They think Romulans are on board. - They're right!
Prometheus to any Starfleet vessel. Respond.
The Romulans have scrambled the com frequencies.
- Doctor, something just went off-line. - Specifically?
The gyrodyne relays in the propulsion field inter-matrix.
- In English. - I'm just reading this.
Transfer auxiliary power to the manoeuvring thrusters.
Transferring auxiliary power now.
Good work, mark two. You'd better get to tactical.
- We'll have to defend ourselves. - Right.
What are you waiting for? Shoot!
- Shoot! - There are so many controls!
Find the one that says "Fire" and push it!
It says here the phasers are off-line.
Then fire a torpedo!
- You hit the wrong ship! - It wasn't my fault!
You're supposed to tell the torpedo what to do!
- Navigational control is off-line. - Everything is. Weapons. Shields.
And there are two warbirds coming right at us.
My brilliant existence cut short.
No time to explore the universe or smell the roses. No time for sex.
- Initiating decoupling sequence. - What's that?
- What have I done? - Autoseparation in ten seconds.
I think the Romulans did this before.
- How do we turn it off? - We can't.
Five, four, three, two...
This part gets a little bumpy.
Separation sequence in progress.
Hold on.
- Specify attack pattern. - Attack pattern alpha?
- Specify target. - Romulans!
- Bull's-eye! - The warbirds are in retreat!
- We've done it! - Two holograms alone.
Romulans on one side, Starfleet on the other, alarms beeping.
EMH mark two, newborn but filled with courage.
EMH mark one, armed with experience.
- Together they emerged triumphant. - The end.
Or not.
Welcome to the Prometheus, gentlemen. It's about time.
I'm receiving a transmission.
Origin, the Alpha Quadrant.
Does it contain a holographic subroutine?
- Yes. - Transfer it to sickbay.
Torres to bridge. Captain, I think he's back.
Doctor. Report.
I..I did it.
- You completed the mission? - Yes. Once the Romulans were gone.
- Romulans? - They'd taken over the Prometheus.
The ship I was on. But I turned the tables on them, with a little help.
- You got through to Starfleet? - I spoke directly with headquarters.
Voyager was declared officially lost 14 months ago.
I told them everything that's happened to this crew.
They said they would contact your families
and promised that they will find a way to get Voyager back home.
And they asked me to relay a message.
They wanted you to know you're no longer alone.
60,000 light years seems a little closer today.
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