These are familiar images to everyone
who remembers Voyager's triumphant return to Earth
after 23 years in the Delta Quadrant.
Voyager captivated people throughout the Federation.
It's fitting that on this, the tenth anniversary of their return,
we recall the sacrifices made by the crew.
- Corruption charges were brought... - Computer, end display.
Hello.
What's your name?
Harry. What's yours?
Sabrina.
Naomi's daughter? You've gotten so big.
I don't remember you.
I've not come to a reunion in four years.
I've been on a deep space assignment.
For four years?
Compared to Voyager, it was short.
Can you find your mum? I want to say hi.
Here you are, Captain.
Thank you, Admiral.
I last saw her when she was a baby.
It's amazing how fast you've all grown.
How's Tuvok?
Not well.
I'll go and see him tomorrow.
That would be nice.
I'm sorry I missed the funeral.
You were on a mission.
It's so good to see you, Harry.
Doc.
Mr Paris. Voyager's pilot, medic,
and occasional thorn in my side.
Where have you been hiding?
I've been busy.
A new holonovel?
I want your input before I publish it.
And who is your date?
Mr Paris, meet Lana. My bride.
You're married?
Tomorrow is our two-week anniversary.
Congratulations.
Was my invitation lost in subspace?
You should be flattered. We eloped.
Joe has a flair for romantic gestures.
Joe?
I decided I couldn't get married without a name.
It took you 33 years to come up with Joe?
It was Lana's grandfather's name.
- So you're not a... - A hologram? No.
Frankly, I'm surprised you'd even ask. Aren't we beyond those distinctions?
- It's great. I'm in a mixed marriage, too. - Where is that wife of yours?
The High Council had a lot of questions.
- What did you tell them? - The truth, with a Klingon twist.
I told them that my former captain, who saved my life many times in battle,
is honoured to submit Korath's House for consideration.
- Will it work? - I'm just the Federation liaison.
But I'd like to think I have some influence.
You haven't told me why you're helping Korath.
He's an old friend.
Would this have anything to do with the mission that you sent my daughter on?
Sorry, but you know I can't talk about that.
Couldn't it wait? She really wanted to be here.
She'll be home soon, I promise.
May I have everyone's attention, please.
Ten years ago, tonight,
this crew returned home from the longest away mission in Starfleet history.
23 years together made you a family, one I'm proud to have been adopted by.
Let us raise our glasses. To the journey.
To the journey.
And to those who aren't here to celebrate it with us.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Borg.
Over the course of this term,
you'll become intimately familiar with the collective.
You'll learn about assimilation, the Borg hierarchy,
and the psychology of the hive mind.
When it comes to your performance in this class,
my expectations will be the same as the Borg queen - perfection.
This semester, we are very fortunate to have a special guest lecturer.
The woman who literally wrote the book on the Borg.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway.
Thank you, Commander. I'm glad to be here.
A question already, Cadet?
I suppose it could wait until after class.
As they say in temporal mechanics, "There's no time like the present.”
In 2377, you aided the Borg resistance movement known as Unimatrix Zero.
- Someone's been reading ahead. - I thought you had a question, Cadet.
Yes, ma'am.
When you told the queen that you would liberate thousands of her drones,
could you describe the look on her face?
Admiral?
Some of us were talking before class and we were curious.
How extensive was Seven of Nine's involvement with Unimatrix Zero?
I'd... prefer not to discuss Seven of Nine.
Yes, ma'am. Sorry.
Excuse me.
OK, who can tell me a little about nanotechnology?
Sorry to pull you out of class.
- Did you see it? - Yes.
- And? - It works.
- Korath has agreed to the exchange? - Yes.
- But? - He insists on handing it over to you.
I'll be there as soon as I can. Good work, Ensign Paris.
- Hello, Tuvok. - The light.
I'm sorry.
- I know you. - That's right.
I'm your friend, Kathryn Janeway. Remember?
- You're an impostor. - No, Tuvok. It's me.
Admiral Janeway visits on Sunday. Today is Thursday.
Logic dictates that you are not who you claim to be.
- How are you? - I am close to completing my work.
I'm glad to hear it.
It is difficult, with so many interruptions.
I'm sorry. Would you like me to leave?
You may stay.
Tuvok...
...there's something I need to tell you. It's very important.
I'm going away...
...and I may not see you again.
Commander Barclay and the Doctor will continue to visit.
They will bring you anything you need.
The Doctor comes on Wednesdays.
Commander Barclay's visits are... erratic.
Goodbye, Tuvok.
You're the only doctor who still makes house calls.
- What are your symptoms? - I'm perfectly fine.
For 33 years, you fought me when you were due for a physical.
Now you want one ahead of schedule?
I'm taking a trip. I wanted an appointment before I left.
- That's all? - That's all.
You're as healthy as you were the first day I examined you.
Now that's out of the way, have a seat.
We didn't get to talk much at the party.
- No, I don't suppose we did. - 80, how's married life?
- Wonderful. You should try it. - It's a little late for that.
Marriage is for the young, like your wife.
I can only hope she ages as gracefully as you have.
I, of course, will be the same handsome hologram 20 years from now.
I've been meaning to ask you, are you familiar with a drug called Chronexaline?
We've tested it to see if it protects biomatter from tachyon radiation.
- And? - It's very promising. Why do you ask?
I need 2000 milligrams by tomorrow afternoon.
- Why? - That's classified.
Will you get it for me?
- Of course. You'll have it by 0900. - Thank you.
Download complete.
This should be everything you need.
- The shuttle? - At the Oakland shipyard.
- I wish you'd let me come with you. - Sorry, Reg, but this is my mission.
And if you leave, there won't be anyone to teach those cadets about the Borg.
I made you some fresh tea for the trip, not that replicated stuff.
Thank you... for everything.
- I couldn't have done this without you. - Don't remind me.
Any final words of advice for your old captain?
Wait, don't tell me. I'm being impulsive.
I haven't considered all the consequences. It's too risky.
Thanks for the input, but I've got to do what I think is right.
I know it wasn't easy living all these years without her, Chakotay.
But when I'm through, things might be better for all of us.
Trust me.
Tom?
- Tom? - I'm sleeping.
- It's time. - For what?
I'll give you one guess.
Paris to...
Paris to sickbay, it's time.
Remain calm. Can she stand?
- Affirmative. - Then I suggest you report to sickbay.
- What about B'Elanna? - Her too.
Right, of course. Maybe we should take the transporter.
Hey, wait for me.
- Hmm. - What do you mean by "hmm"?
You're going to have a very healthy baby... but not tonight.
- You're joking. - You're experiencing false labour.
Again?
It's a common occurrence among Klingons.
I want this thing out of me now.
Misdirected rage. Another common occurrence among Klingons.
- Can't you induce? - I wouldn't recommend it.
- If this goes on, we'll never sleep. - You think it's bad now.
- When? - 0400.
- How many false alarms is that? - Three.
That baby is as stubborn as her mother.
Harry's starting a pool to see who can guess the date and time of birth.
Tell him to put me down for next Friday, 2300 hours. Anything else?
Crewman Chell's asked about taking over in the mess hall.
Neelix left some pretty big pots and pans to fill.
- Is Mr Chell up to the challenge? - Apparently so. He's got a sample menu.
"Plasma Leek Soup."”
"Chicken Warp Core Don Bleu."
If his cooking's as bad as his puns, we're in trouble.
I don't know. I wouldn't mind the "Red Alert Chilli". Want some lunch?
I'd love to, but I've already made plans. Rain check?
Absolutely.
- What's all this? - A picnic.
According to my research, this is an appropriate third date.
You didn't have to go to this much trouble.
If this makes you uncomfortable I could prepare a less elaborate meal.
No, don't change a thing.
This is perfection.
In the interests of fair play,
I should inform you that Mr Kim has never defeated me at kal-toh.
You should have listened to me.
Kal-toh is as much a game of patience as it is of logic.
An experienced player may take hours to make their next move
and in some cases, even days may be necessary to...
- Kal-toh. - You beat him.
Congratulations.
I'm sure it was just beginner's luck, sir.
I'd offer you a rematch, but I'm due in astrometrics.
Another time, perhaps.
He may have to go, but I'm free and feeling lucky.
If you'll excuse me, Ensign.
It's just a game, Tuvok.
Icheb's an exceptionally bright young man.
Did it occur to you that he might be a better player.
My loss was the result of another lapse in concentration.
I am detecting lower neuropeptide levels.
As I suspected. My condition is deteriorating.
It's a minor change. We knew it would happen.
I simply have to increase your medication.
- Thank you, Doctor. - Commander.
I understand your desire for privacy,
but maybe it's time we informed the captain.
I will inform her if and when the disorder begins to affect my duties.
Of course.
- Your move. - Green.
Grid 12-10.
- Red. Grid 3-13. - Tricky.
- How's Brax? - Wonderful. Thanks for asking.
- I know I can't replace his father, but... - I am sure the boy looks up to you.
Orange. Grid 10-12.
I haven't told anyone, but I'm thinking of asking Dexa to marry me.
She'd be wise to accept.
Enough of my love life. How about yours?
I don't have a love life.
What about your relationship with Commander Chakotay?
- It's your turn. - Actually, it's yours.
At least tell me how he liked the picnic.
It was an enjoyable activity for both of us.
- Thank you for suggesting it. - Any time.
What is it?
Long-range sensors are detecting neutrino emissions,
accompanied by an intermittent graviton flux, three light years away.
A wormhole?
I'm not sure. I'll need to conduct more scans.
- We can finish our game tomorrow. - I'll contact you.
The emissions are in the centre of the nebula.
- There are hundreds of sources. - There could be hundreds of wormholes.
The radiation is interfering with our sensors, but if Ensign Kim is correct,
it is the most concentrated number of wormholes ever.
Any idea where they lead?
Not yet, but if one leads to the Alpha Quadrant...
Who knows, Harry. It might take us right into your parents' living room.
Alter course, Mr Paris.
Ensign, when you speak to your mother, tell her she may need to move the sofa.
71, 53.53, 31.71, 53.53, 31.71, 53...
I'm sorry, sir, but he won't let anyone near him. I thought you...
You did the right thing. His condition's not associated with violence.
- He's more frustrated than violent. - Sensors find no trace.
Her disappearance is a mystery. I am deeply concerned.
- What are you concerned about? - Her disappearance.
53,31.71,53.
He's been repeating those numbers. 53,31, 71.
- It might be a stardate. - Stardate 53317.
That was when Captain Janeway was abducted by the Kellidians.
Is that who you're talking about?
- Her disappearance is a mystery. - No, you solved that mystery.
You rescued the captain and brought her back to Voyager.
I'm deeply concerned.
Maybe the admiral could pay him visit.
She's out of town. I'm not sure when she'll be back.
She's never coming back!
Her disappearance remains a mystery. I'm deeply concerned.
Voyager to Pathfinder. Come in, Pathfinder.
Doctor, what a sur... Did I forget about our golf game?
Relax, Reg. It's not until next week.
- I'm here to find Admiral Janeway. - She's out of town.
I know. Did she tell you where she was going?
I'm afraid it never came up. Is something wrong?
I'm not sure.
I visited Tuvok this morning. He thought she was in some sort of danger.
You know better than anyone how confused Tuvok can get.
Yes, but I've been worried about the admiral, too.
Why?
Two days ago, she asked me for some experimental medication.
When I asked her about it, she said it was classified.
Then you shouldn't tell me about it.
I spoke to Director Okaro at Starfleet Intelligence.
He said that the admiral hasn't done any classified work
since she began teaching.
Intelligence people can be sneaky. Maybe he tried to throw you off.
Maybe. But still...
She talked for months about how excited she was to be teaching.
Then, just as the semester begins, she goes away,
without even telling you where.
Don't you find that a little strange?
I... I'm sure that there is a perfectly reasonable explanation, Doctor.
I'm sorry, I have some... papers to grade.
- You're stammering, Reg. - So?
I haven't heard you do that in years. I think you do know where she is.
She is one of the most decorated officers in Starfleet history and...
I'm... sure she can take care of herself.
You wouldn't say that unless she was in danger.
- You are putting words in my mouth. - Tell me where she is, Reg.
Welcome to the House of Korath, Admiral.
I love what he's done with the place.
- What was that about? - He said you were disrespectful.
I didn't mean to be rude.
I told him if he didn't respect you, I would break his arm.
You are your mother's daughter.
Korath is waiting. We should go in.
- Sorry, but this is where we part ways. - Excuse me?
- You're dismissed, Ensign. - Admiral, I think that...
I can take care of myself.
I've been working on this for six months...
And you've done an exemplary job. But it's over, understood?
Yes, ma'am.
Your parents want to spend some time with you.
Take a few days leave. Go and see them.
A Cardassian disrupter.
I've modified it to emit a nadion pulse.
Impressive, but that's not what I've come for.
No. You've come for something far more dangerous.
- Where is it? - Somewhere safe.
I went to a great deal of trouble to get you your seat on the High Council,
now give me what you promised.
I've scanned your shuttle.
It appears that you've made some... interesting modifications.
Your shield generator is very interesting.
It's not for sale.
Then what you want isn't available either.
- We had an agreement. - Show the admiral out.
Maybe Chell should add "Nebula Soup” to his menu.
- Shields? - Holding.
- Bridge to astrometrics. - Go ahead.
- Any more data on those emissions? - Negative. I still can't get a clear scan.
- Distance to the centre? - Six million kilometres.
What is it?
I'm detecting a tritanium signature. Bearing 342, mark 55.
- Whatever it is, it's too close. - Evasive manoeuvres.
- Is it a ship? - Possibly.
Another tritanium signature, right on top of us.
Tom!
Get us out of here, now.
Vessel identified. U.S.S. Voyager. We will pursue and assimilate.
No. They haven't compromised our security.
Let the vessel continue, for now.
I'll keep an eye on them.
There's no evidence that the cube saw us.
- Where is it now? - Three light years away.
They must have seen us. We came within ten metres of them.
The Borg wouldn't risk a collision.
The radiation must have interfered with their sensors.
- We should go back. - I wouldn't recommend it.
My analysis of the signature suggests there were 47 Borg vessels inside.
- We can't give up on those wormholes. - Yes, we can.
- What if we tried to modify... - Sorry, Mr Kim.
You may be the captain someday, but not today.
Tom, what are you doing when your shift ends?
- No plans, why? - I think you and I should have some fun.
One last adventure before you become a father.
- Did you reserve some holodeck time? - I've got a better idea.
This is your idea of fun.
It'll work. We just need to modify the Flyer.
We may as well hand it over to the Borg.
How could that happen with the best pilot in the quadrant at the helm?
Nice try.
If we go to the captain together, she may approve my plan.
I don't want her to.
- Where's your sense of adventure? - I left it in that nebula.
- Don't you want to find a way home? - I am home, Harry.
Captain Proton wouldn't walk away from this mission.
Captain Proton doesn't have a wife and a baby on the way.
If you're here for my daily report, it's not complete.
Actually, I'm here in an unofficial capacity.
I was wondering if you would like to get together again.
To do what?
That all depends on your research.
Would a quiet dinner be an appropriate fourth date?
I believe it would be a more suitable fifth date.
I'm willing to skip ahead if you are.
You're fine. Aside from some minor inflammation around your biradial clamp.
Let me know if it starts to bother you.
Is there something else?
Do you remember when my cortical node shut down?
How could I forget.
You said it was possible to remove the fail-safe that caused the problem.
Has it been giving you trouble again?
No, but I've reconsidered your offer to extract it.
- I hoped you would. - You said it requires several surgeries.
I anticipated your change of heart and studied the problem in more detail.
I can reconfigure the micro-circuitry with a single procedure.
You will experience the full range of emotions.
Everything from a hearty belly laugh to a good cry.
- How soon can you do it? - Today, if you'd like.
- My shift ends at 1800 hours. - It's a date.
Speaking of dates, once the fail-safe is gone,
you'll be free to pursue more intimate relationships.
I'm aware of that.
If you need help with that aspect of your humanity,
I'm always at your disposal.
- I appreciate that. - Really?
Yes, but I already have all the help I need.
Of course.
You'll be running more simulations with the Chakotay hologram.
No, actually. I'll see you at 1800 hours.
- I've reconsidered your offer. - I thought you might.
I'll give you the shield emitter
but not until I've inspected the device you're offering.
- To make sure it's genuine. - You question my honour?
If you were honourable, you wouldn't have changed our agreement.
Show it to me or I'm leaving.
This will do just fine.
Stop her!
Computer, deploy armour.
Lay in a course for these coordinates.
- What do you want? - You'll pay for your deceit!
The House of Korath won't rest until you've drowned in your own blood.
I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm on a tight schedule.
Computer, warp 6.
- Approaching coordinates. - All stop.
Warning. Vessel approaching. Vector 121, mark 6.
Harry. And people are always saying that space is so big.
Lower your shields. Prepare for transport. I'm taking you into custody.
You have no grounds to take me into custody, Captain.
Reg told the Doctor everything and the Doctor told me.
Now please, Admiral, stand down.
On one condition. You let me explain why I'm doing this.
You have no idea what the consequences would be.
I know what the consequences are if we do nothing. So do you.
I have a chance to change all that.
- If Starfleet knew what you were doing... - You haven't told them?
- The Doctor and I kept it in the family. - What about your crew?
I told them I needed to take you back because you had a rare disease.
- I hope it isn't terminal. - No, but it can affect judgement.
- I know what I'm doing, Harry. - Do you?
Can you say with absolute certainty that it'll work, because if you can't...
Even if it weren't a violation of every rule in the book, it's too risky.
What?
I'm remembering a young Ensign
who wanted to fly into a Borg-infested nebula,
just to explore the possibility that we might find a way home.
If I remember correctly, you stopped me.
We didn't know then what we know now.
Our technology may have advanced, but...
It's not about technology, it's about people.
People who weren't as lucky as you and me.
You said you and the Doctor wanted to keep things in the family.
But our family's not complete anymore, is it?
I'm asking you to trust my judgement, Harry. One last time.
- Am I early? - No, you're right on time.
Something wrong with the door?
I didn't think it would be discreet to be seen carrying flowers to your quarters.
Your research?
I should put these in water.
I've been told that anticipation of the first kiss is often uncomfortable.
I wanted to alleviate the tension.
That was very considerate of you.
What about the second kiss?
I'd have to check the database. It may indicate...
Senior officers, report to the bridge.
Next time we deactivate the com system.
- What is it? - Some sort of temporal rift.
- How's it being generated? - That's what we're trying to figure out.
If Starfleet finds out I had anything to do with this,
they'll demote me back to Ensign.
You worry too much. It's turning you grey.
Propulsion's on-line, plasma-flow's stable.
This device of Korath's, it produces too much tachyo-kinetic energy.
It could burn itself out by the time you get where you're going.
- You wouldn't be able to get back. - I assumed it was a one-way trip.
You're sure I can't talk you out of this?
Right. Stupid question.
Kim to the Rhode Island, one to beam back.
Computer, activate the deflector.
- Deploy armour. - Unable to comply.
Ablative generator is off-line.
Evasive pattern beta six. Open a channel to the Rhode Island.
Harry, I'm under attack. How fast can you get back here?
I'm detecting nadion discharges in the rift.
- Weapon's fire? - It's possible. The signature is Klingon.
Red Alert.
Stand by for transport.
You know where I'm going and it's not to your ship.
- Your structural integrity is failing. - Get these Klingons off my tail.
Computer, activate the tachyon pulse
and direct it to these spatial and temporal coordinates.
A vessel is coming through the rift.
- Klingon? - No. Federation.
We're being hailed.
On screen.
Recalibrate your deflector to emit an anti-tachyon pulse and seal that rift.
It's considered polite to introduce yourself before you give orders.
Captain, a Klingon vessel is coming through.
Close the rift. In case you didn't notice, I outrank you, Captain. Now do it.
I did what you asked. Now tell me what the hell is going on.
I've come to bring Voyager home.
- Welcome aboard. - It's good to be back.
- Fresh coffee. - Would you like a cup?
No, I gave it up years ago. I only drink tea now.
I told the curator at the museum
that the ready room would be more authentic
with a pot of coffee on the desk.
- Voyager's in a museum? - Voyager is a museum. On the Presidio.
On a clear morning, you can see Alcatraz from here.
You made it back to Earth.
Unfortunately, our favourite cup took a bit of a beating along the way.
It was damaged during a battle with the Fen Domar.
- Who? - You'll run into them in a few years.
I shouldn't know about the future.
The almighty Temporal Prime Directive.
Take my advice, it's less of a headache if you ignore it.
You obviously have, or you wouldn't be here.
A lot's happened to me since I was you.
Well, I'm still me and this is still my ship.
So no more talk about what's going to happen until I decide otherwise, OK?
All right.
Let's talk about the past.
Three days ago, you detected elevated neutrino emissions
in a nebula in grid 986.
You thought it might be a way home. You were right.
I'm here to tell you to go back to that nebula.
It was crawling with Borg.
I've brought technology that will get us past them.
I don't blame you for being sceptical.
But if you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?
Let's say I believe everything you're telling me.
The future you come from sounds good.
Voyager's home, I'm an admiral.
There are ways to defend against the Borg.
My ready room even gets preserved for posterity.
So why would you want to tamper with such a rosy timeline?
To answer that, I'd have to tell you more than you want to know.
But suffice it to say, if you don't do what I'm suggesting,
it's going to take you another 16 years to get this ship home.
And there are going to be casualties along the way.
I know what you're thinking.
- You've also become a telepath? - I used to be you, remember?
You're asking yourself, is she really who she says she is, or is this a deception?
For all you know, I could be a member of Species 8472 in disguise.
Have your people examine my shuttle.
Tell them to take a close look at the weapon systems and the armour.
In the meantime, the Doctor can confirm my identity.
My scans of the admiral turned up something interesting.
- What is it? - I'm not sure.
I've never seen an implant like this.
Alien technology?
The circuitry has a Starfleet signature.
Of course it does.
- Admiral? - You invented it.
12 years ago, from my perspective.
- I'm sorry, Admiral. I didn't realise... - What? That I was eavesdropping?
I may be old, but my hearing is still good, thanks to your care over the years.
So, this implant I'm going to invent, what does it do?
It's a synaptic transceiver
that allows me to pilot a vessel equipped with a neural interface.
Fascinating. Tell me, what other breakthroughs am I going to make?
- Doctor. - Sorry, Captain, but I'm curious.
Just finish your report.
Yes, ma'am.
My scans indicate the two of you are genetically identical.
The admiral is you, approximately 26 years from now.
Hello, Seven.
The technology on the admiral's ship is impressive.
Much of it has been designed to defend against the Borg.
Could we install it on Voyager?
The stealth technology is incompatible,
but we can adapt the armour and weapons.
Well, Captain?
Do it.
Captain's personal log, stardate 54973 .4.
We've begun outfitting Voyager with Admiral Janeway's upgrades.
When the modifications are complete,
we'll reverse course and head back to the nebula.
Though I've had some strange experiences,
nothing quite compares to the sight of my future self
briefing my officers on technology that hasn't been invented yet.
Computer, begin regeneration cycle.
Seven of Nine.
Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One.
- It's been too long. - What do you want?
- Do I need a reason to visit a friend? - We're not friends.
No. We're more than that.
We're family.
While we're on the subject of old friends, I see Voyager's just gotten a visitor.
And she's come from the future. Tell me why.
You may be able to communicate with me while I'm regenerating,
but I'm no longer a drone. I don't answer to you.
I've extrapolated Voyager's trajectory.
I know that you're returning to the nebula.
- I suggest you alter course. - Why should we comply?
You've always been my favourite, Seven.
Despite their obvious imperfections,
I know how much you care for the Voyager crew.
So I've left them alone.
Imagine how you would feel if I were forced to assimilate them.
Voyager is no threat to the collective.
We simply want to return to the Alpha Quadrant.
I've no objection to that.
But if you try to enter my nebula again, I'll destroy you.
Warning, regeneration cycle incomplete.
Her cortical node was exposed to a low energy EM surge.
It could have been much worse.
It was the Borg queen.
She wanted me to be able to deliver a message.
She said she'd assimilate Voyager if we re-entered the nebula.
- Why is it so important to her? - It doesn't matter.
- She can't make good on her threat. - I wish I shared your confidence.
You would if you'd had as much experience with the queen as me.
It was one thing to try this when it was a secret,
but if the Borg are monitoring us...
They may try to assimilate us even if we don't go back to the nebula.
Is that supposed to be reassuring?
The Borg may be dangerous,
but from my perspective, they're 30 years behind the times.
- We shouldn't push our luck. - Luck has nothing to do with it.
I know, you don't want to hear too much about the future,
but let's just say I ran into the Borg a few more times before I made it home.
If I hadn't developed technology and tactics to defeat them,
I wouldn't be standing here today.
We'll maintain course for the nebula, but stay at Red Alert.
And I want continuous scans for Borg activity.
I heard what happened.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
Because if you need time to rest, I am in charge of the duty roster.
It is inappropriate to allow our personal relationship
to affect your command decisions.
You're right. This is a time to keep things professional. Report.
There's no sign of Borg within a ten light year radius.
That's good news, crewman.
Yes, sir. But we shouldn't underestimate the collective.
The admiral seems confident we can make it past them.
Captain Janeway is more cautious.
Our chances would be good with one Kathryn Janeway on the bridge,
but with two, I'd bet on this ship any day.
If we do make it back to Earth, what are your plans?
I assume Starfleet will want to debrief me.
And then, I'll find a useful position somewhere.
- You? - I don't know yet either.
But wherever I end up, I'll make sure it's in transporter range of you.
I don't want this system crashing because of one faulty relay.
Install new ones. And I need an update on the inductor capacitants.
- B'Elanna. - Shouldn't you be on the bridge?
What's wrong with the pilot requesting a report from the engineer?
The last report said the com system worked.
- OK, I'm checking up on you. - I'm fine.
- Your back? - I'm ignoring it.
I would offer to give you a massage, but then everybody would want one.
You know, for a Starfleet flyboy you're pretty sweet.
So, how's it going?
This armour that the admiral brought, it's incredible.
I hate to sound like Harry, but we might make it this time.
- You don't seem to happy about that? - I'm happy.
It's just that I got used to the idea of raising our daughter on Voyager.
Now I might end up delivering her at Starfleet medical instead of sickbay.
- That wouldn't be so bad, would it? - Not as long as you were with me.
And I want the Doctor. I don't want some stranger.
You would have to take him off-line to keep him away.
If we do make it home, where do you think we'll live?
We could always stay with my parents for a while.
You're right. Bad idea.
Of course, it doesn't matter to you. You flyboys are all the same.
You'll take the first assignment that comes along and leave me at home.
Not a chance.
- Bridge to engineering. - Go ahead.
- Deploy armour. - Yes, ma'am.
Armour integrity at 97%.
- Tuvok? - Integrity holding at 90%.
Maintain course.
They're looking for ways to adapt.
Port armour integrity down to 50%...40%.
Mr Paris, attack pattern alpha one.
Target the lead cube and fire transphasic torpedoes.
Target the second cube.
- Distance to the centre? - Less than 100,000 kilometres.
What the hell is it?
Mr Paris, alter course to enter the aperture at coordinates 346 by 42.
Belay that. I asked you a question. What is it?
The road home.
It's more than that. It's a transwarp hub.
You once said there were only six of them in the galaxy.
That's correct.
You knew this was here, but you didn't tell me about it. Why?
I'll answer all your questions once we're back in the Alpha Quadrant.
- Take us out of the nebula. - Captain?
You heard me.
I gave you an order, Lieutenant. Proceed.
This is my bridge, Admiral, and I'll have you removed if necessary. Take us out.
Aye, Captain.
This hub connects with thousands of conduits
with endpoints in all four quadrants.
The Borg can deploy vessels all over the galaxy within minutes.
Of all the Borg's advantages, this is the most significant.
No wonder the queen didn't want us there.
So how do we destroy it?
The structure is supported by many interspatial manifolds.
If we could disable enough of them, the hub would collapse.
This is a waste of time.
The manifolds' shielding is regulated by the queen herself.
You might be able to damage one, maybe two. But by the third, she'd adapt.
We could bring them down simultaneously.
From where? Inside the hub? Voyager would be crushed like a bug.
What about taking the conduit back
and then destroying the structure from the other side?
This hub is here. There's nothing in the Alpha Quadrant but exit apertures.
While you're all dreaming up fantasy tactical scenarios,
the queen is studying her scans of our armour and weapons.
And she's probably got the collective working out a way to counter them.
So take the ship back into that nebula and go home before it's too late.
Find a way to destroy that hub. Let's take a walk.
Why didn't you tell me about this?
Because I remember how self-righteous I used to be.
I figured you might try something stupid.
We could deal a crippling blow to the Borg and save millions of lives.
I didn't spend the last ten years looking for a way to get us home earlier,
so you could throw it all away on some goodwill mission.
- We should go back to sickbay. - Why? To sedate me?
So the Doctor can reconfirm your identity.
I refuse to believe I'll ever become as cynical as you.
- Am I the only one with déjà vu? - What are talking about?
Seven years ago, you had a chance to use the Caretaker's Array to get home.
- Instead, you destroyed it. - I did what I knew was right.
You put strangers' lives ahead of your crew.
You can't make that mistake again.
You got Voyager home, which means I will too.
- If it takes a few more years... - Seven of Nine is going to die.
- What? - Three years from now.
She'll be injured on an away mission.
She'll make it back to Voyager and die her husband's arms.
- Husband? - Chakotay.
He'll never be the same after Seven's death and neither will you.
If I know what's going to happen, I can avoid it.
Seven isn't the only one.
Between this day and the day I got Voyager home, I lost 22 crew members.
- And then of course there's Tuvok. - What about him?
- You're forgetting the Prime Directive. - The hell with it.
Fine. Tuvok has a degenerative neurological condition.
There's a cure in the Alpha Quadrant, but if he doesn't get it in time...
Even if you alter Voyager's route, limit your contact with alien species,
you're going to lose people.
But I'm offering you a chance to get all of them home, safe and sound, today.
Are you really going to walk away from that?
Your concern is appreciated, Captain, but premature.
It will be years before the symptoms become serious.
Until then, the Doctor can manage my condition with medication.
Is it true what the admiral said? That there's a cure in the Alpha Quadrant?
It is called a Fal-tor-voh. It requires a mind-meld with another Vulcan.
What about the other Vulcan's on Voyager?
- None of them are compatible. - But members of your family are?
If you knew that returning home was your only chance for recovery,
why didn't you object when I asked you to help find a way to destroy the hub?
My sense of logic isn't impaired yet.
If we succeed, millions of lives will be saved.
What about your life?
To quote Ambassador Spock,
"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."
I appreciate your candour, Admiral...
...but Captain Janeway is my commanding officer.
- I won't disobey her. - I'm not asking you to.
I want you to tell her that in your opinion,
destroying the hub is too risky, the cost too high.
I can't do that.
Even if it means avoiding the consequences I mentioned?
Now that I know about them, they're no longer certain.
Even if they were, my death is a small price to pay
for the destruction of the transwarp network.
I've known you for a long time, Seven. Longer than you've known yourself.
You're thinking that collapsing the network will atone
for atrocities you participated in while you were a drone.
Let go of the past and start thinking about your future.
My future is insignificant compared to the lives we'd be saving.
- You're being selfish? - Selfish? I would be helping others.
Strangers in a hypothetical scenario. I'm talking about real life.
Your colleagues, your friends, people who love you.
Imagine the impact your death would have on them.
Excuse me, Admiral. I have work to complete.
Once inside, we'd fire transphasic torpedoes.
They would detonate simultaneously.
If the torpedoes penetrate the shielding, the conduits should collapse.
To avoid the shock wave, we'd have ten seconds to exit the hub.
A long time ago, I made a decision that stranded us in the Delta Quadrant.
I don't regret that decision.
But I didn't know all of you then and Voyager was just a starship.
It's much more than that now. It's become our home.
I know I could order you to carry out this plan
and none of you would hesitate for a second, but I'm not going to do that.
You know the crew and you know what your own hearts are telling you.
So we're not going to do this unless everyone here agrees.
No one will think less of you if you don't.
- Captain? - Go ahead, Harry.
I think it's safe to say that no one on this crew has been more obsessed
with getting home than I have.
But, when I think about everything we've been through together...
...maybe it's not the destination that matters, maybe it's the journey.
If that journey takes a little longer, so we can do something we all believe in,
I can't think of any place I'd rather be, or any people I'd rather be with.
- To the journey. - To the journey.
- Coffee. Black. - I thought you gave it up.
I've decided to revive a few of my old habits.
What else, besides the coffee?
I used to be much more idealistic.
I took a lot of risks.
I've been so determined to get this crew home for so many years...
...that I think I forgot how much they loved being together
and how loyal they were to you.
It's taken me a few days to realise it.
This is your ship, your crew. Not mine.
I was wrong to lie to you.
To think I could talk you out of something you'd set your mind to.
You only tried to do what you thought was right for us.
Well, you've changed my mind about that.
And I'd like to help you carry out your mission.
Maybe together we can increase our odds.
Maybe we can do more than that.
There's got to be a way to have our cake and eat it, too.
You can't destroy the hub and get Voyager home.
Are you absolutely sure about that?
There might be a way.
I considered it once, but it seemed too risky.
That was before you decided to revive your old habits.
I don't know why I ever gave this up.
It's about time. I'm not getting any younger, you know.
You're sure you want to do this?
No, but Voyager isn't big enough for both of us.
- Good luck, Admiral. - You, too.
Captain.
I'm glad I got to know you again.
Any word from the admiral?
We lost contact when she entered the hub.
Did the Borg give her any trouble?
Her vessel was scanned by several cubes, but none approached her, sir.
Are we keeping things professional again?
Yes, Commander.
- You're not joking, are you? - No.
- What's wrong? - Nothing. I'm just busy.
I think I know you a little better than that.
I'd prefer if you didn't speak to me as though we're on intimate terms.
- We are on intimate terms. - Not any more.
What the hell is going on?
I've altered the parameters of our relationship.
You mind telling me why?
We both have dangerous occupations.
It's possible one of us could be seriously injured, or worse.
I believe it's best to avoid emotional attachments.
Maybe you can just flip some Borg switch
and shut down your emotions, but I can't.
I suggest you try. It will make things less difficult if any harm should come to me.
Why are you suddenly so concerned about that?
Is there something I should know?
The admiral suggested...
...that your feelings for me will cause you pain in the future.
- I can't allow that to happen. - Seven.
Any relationship involves risk.
Nobody can guarantee what's going to happen tomorrow,
not even an admiral from the future.
The only certainty is how we feel about each other now.
If you think I'm going to let you end this because of what might happen...
...then you need to get to know me a little better.
Try to relax, Lieutenant.
If you say that again, I'll rip your head off!
Don't kiss your baby with that mouth.
- Tell me this isn't another false alarm. - This isn't.
- I can't believe it. - Oh, believe it!
- I might actually win. - What?
The baby pool. I picked today, 1500 hours.
I'm so glad I could accommodate you.
Don't celebrate yet. Klingon labour can last several days.
Of course, that won't be the case here.
Bridge to Paris, we're ready.
- Captain, I'm afraid... - Go.
- But... - No buts, flyboy.
If this mission is going to succeed, we need our best pilot at the helm.
Don't worry, the Doctor will be here with me.
Is there a problem, Mr Paris?
On my way, Captain.
Let's get this show on the road.
Voyager has altered course.
Current position - spatial grid 362.
Trajectory - 112, mark 5.
I don't know how you do it.
All those voices talking at once. You must get terrible headaches.
If you're calling drones to assimilate me, don't bother.
I don't need drones to assimilate you.
I'm not actually here, Your Majesty.
I'm in your mind.
I'm using a synaptic interface. I wouldn't waste time trying to trace the signal.
For the moment, it's beyond your abilities.
- What do you want? - To make a deal.
Captain Janeway thinks I'm here to help her destroy your transwarp network.
That's beyond your abilities.
I know. I tried to explain it to my naive, younger self, but she wouldn't listen.
She's determined to bring down that hub.
She'll fail.
Yes... but she has weapons I brought from the future.
I believe you're familiar with them.
Transphasic torpedoes. We will adapt.
Eventually, but not before Voyager does a great deal of damage.
I'm willing to tell you how to adapt to those weapons now.
In exchange for what?
Send a cube to tractor Voyager...
...and drag them back to the Alpha Quadrant.
You're asking me to believe that Janeway would betray her crew.
Not betray them. Save them from themselves.
I brought technology to help Voyager get home.
But the captain's arrogant, self-righteous,
and her officers are so blinded by loyalty, they would sacrifice their lives
just to deal a crippling blow to the Borg.
- But you'd never try to harm us. - I'm a pragmatist in my old age.
All I want is to get that crew back to their families.
You wish to ensure the well-being of your collective. I can appreciate that.
I'll help you.
But it'll cost more than you're offering.
- What do you want? - Your vessel and its database.
I told you, I'll show you how to adapt to their torpedoes.
Insufficient.
If I let you assimilate future technology,
there's no telling how events would be altered.
- You're willing to alter the future. - Yes, but there's a difference.
Do what all good pragmatists do, Admiral. Compromise.
All right.
I'll give you the shuttle... after Voyager arrives safely in the Alpha Quadrant.
You lied to your younger self. How do I know you're not lying to me?
You'll just have to trust me.
That won't be necessary. You underestimate me, Admiral.
My drones have triangulated your signal.
Computer, deactivate the interface.
Deploy armour.
Very clever. Hiding right on my doorstep.
Were you planning to attack us from inside the Unicomplex?
Not feeling talkative?
We don't need words to understand each other.
- Take us in. - Aye, Captain.
Voyager has entered aperture 823.
Access - transwarp corridor 09.
Redirect vessels to intercept at...
...corridor 9...Voyager...
...U...S..S...09...
...transwarp intercept...
- Must be something you assimilated. - What have you done?
I thought we didn't need words to understand each other.
You've infected us with a neurolytic pathogen.
Just enough to bring chaos to order.
The admiral's succeeded. The conduit's shielding is destabilising.
Now, Mr Tuvok.
Voyager will be destroyed.
They're ahead of the shock wave. They'll survive.
Captain Janeway and I made sure of that.
It's you who underestimated us.
Sphere 634.
They can still hear my thoughts.
I may have assimilated your pathogen...
...but I also assimilated your armour technology.
Captain Janeway is about to die.
If she has no future, you will never exist...
...and nothing that you've done here today will happen.
- What the hell is it? - A transwarp aperture.
- It's less than a light year from Earth. - How many Borg vessels?
We can't get a reading, but graviton emissions are off the scale.
I want every ship to converge on those coordinates now.
Yes, Admiral.
- Aft armour is down to 6%. - Hull breaches on decks 6 through 12.
I can't stay ahead of them, Captain.
- The armour is failing. - Where's the nearest aperture?
Approximately 30 seconds ahead, but it leads back to the Delta Quadrant.
- Mr Paris, prepare to adjust heading. - Yes, ma'am.
We've got 18 ships in position. Nine more on the way.
- Open a channel. - Open, sir.
This is Admiral Paris. Use all necessary force. I repeat, all necessary force.
Sir, there's a vessel coming through.
- Mr Paris, what's our position? - Right where we expected to be.
The transwarp network has been obliterated.
We'll celebrate later. Mr Tuvok...
Ceasefire.
We did it.
- We're being hailed. - On screen.
Sorry to surprise you. Next time we'll call ahead.
- Welcome back. - It's good to be here.
- How did you... - It'll all be in my report, sir.
I look forward to it.
Thanks for your help, Admiral Janeway.
Sickbay to the bridge.
Doctor to Lieutenant Paris, there's someone here who's like to say hello.
- You'd better get down there, Tom. - Yes, ma'am.
- Mr Chakotay, the helm. - Aye, Captain.
Set a course... for home.