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Good morning, children. I am
your new governess, Mrs Davenport.

Too formal.

Henry, Beatrice.
I am so glad to meet you.

I've heard so much about you and...

I'm sure we'll be very good friends.

Too familiar.

I'm Mrs Davenport. Your father has
asked me to be your new governess.

Something he did
without mentioning it to us.

Good morning, children.
It's good to see you.

You must be Henry.
And this... is Beatrice.

Henry Burleigh.
Viscount Timmins.

My sister, the Lady Beatrice Flora.

You will address us
as "my lord" and "my lady".

Of course... my lord.

Please, sit down. Let's get to know
one another, shall we?

I'm Mrs Davenport. I hope to be a friend
to you as well as a governess.

In ullam rem ne properemus.

- I beg your pardon?
- In ullam rem ne properemus.

Is your Latin a bit rusty?

I suppose it is.

Then I don't see how you'll be doing
my lessons with me.

My lord, I assure you that I am more
than qualified to instruct you.

I may have to brush up on my Latin,

but when it comes to
mathematics and the sciences,

I'm sure you'll find
my lessons challenging.

And Beatrice... what
do you like to study?

- Nothing.
- Not even painting or needlework?

I just made my first sampler.
I finished it yesterday.

- Did you? I'd love to see it sometime.
- I don't have it. I gave it to Mother.

Beatrice! My sister is confused.

She gave the sampler
to Mother before she died.

- No, I didn't. I gave it to her last night.
- Beatrice!

- I talked to her.
- Beatrice is upset, Mrs Davenport.

She hasn't accepted
our mother's death.

Beatrice... I know it was a terrible thing
to lose your mother.

She's not dead. I saw her last night!

What have you done
to my sister?

Computer... restore characters
in program Janeway Lambda-1.

Unable to comply.

There's a power disruption
to energy grid Beta-4.

- Janeway to bridge. Report.
- Power fluctuations on deck 6, Captain.

- Mr Tuvok is investigating.
- Keep me informed. Janeway out.

Tuvok to Lieutenant Torres. Has any
equipment repair been authorised?

- Negative. What's going on?
- Standby.

Be careful!

Sorry.
You might have broken the connection.

Crewman Dalby,
what are you doing here?

One of the bio-neural gel packs
was malfunctioning.

- I had to replace it.
- Did you inform Lieutenant Torres?

No. I'm taking this to engineering
for analysis.

We have a protocol
for such procedures.

I was in the area and fixed it.
What's the problem?

Your repair interrupted
a number of ship's functions.

- That's the problem.
- I'm used to doing things differently.

On our ship, when something
went wrong, you fixed it.

I would remind you that
you are no longer on a Maquis ship.

I'm well aware of that, Lieutenant.
And every day I regret it.

I was just trying to do my job.
Trying to help out.

If that goes against Starfleet's rules,
put me in the brig.

Otherwise, leave me alone.

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Captain's log, stardate 48846.5.

Ordinarily, the loss of a gel pack
would be a minor inconvenience.

But here it's a reminder
of the precarious nature of our journey.

The gel packs have
an extremely reliable track record.

They are almost impossible to damage.
Why did this one malfunction?

Unknown. Lieutenant Torres
is running an analysis.

- The unit has been replaced.
- How many are left in reserve?

47.

They run half the critical systems
on this ship.

Once they run out, that's it.
We can't replicate new ones.

It's possible to switch some systems
to conventional isolinear circuits.

- Start looking into it.
- There is another matter to discuss.

I am concerned about crewman Dalby.

He made unauthorised
repairs to a damaged gel pack.

When confronted, he lost control.

How so?

He became angry... to the point
of insubordination.

Dalby. I've heard complaints about him.

This is not the first incident
involving him.

Last week he tampered with systems
to increase a friend's replicator rations.

And he's missed three
of his last ten duty shifts.

Commander, you know Mr Dalby well.

What might be bothering him?

Dalby's always been pretty aggressive.
My guess is, the man's frustrated.

He's not used to dealing with Starfleet
protocol and procedure.

A starship cannot run without protocols.

His attitude is disrupting operations.

What do you suggest? Dragging him
in front of a disciplinary board?

- Perhaps that would be best.
- I doubt that's going to help.

Dalby's not the only Maquis
who's having problems adjusting.

Besides, it's not only a matter
of attitude, but also of experience.

It's not fair to expect Starfleet behaviour
from those not in the Academy.

What do you propose?

We need to bring some of these people
up to speed.

Instruct them in how to run
a Starfleet vessel.

Show them why we do things
the way we do.

Give them an opportunity
to feel part of the team.

A crash course in Starfleet operations.
Field training.

Exactly.

What do you think, Mr Tuvok? Are you
up to training a group of raw cadets?

Me?

You taught at the Academy
for 16 years. You'd be perfect.

Commander Chakotay
would be a more logical choice.

He is a Maquis,
as well as their former captain.

That's my point. He doesn't have to
earn their respect. We do.

Very well, Captain.
I will prepare a curriculum.

Commander, pick out the Maquis crew
members you feel would benefit most.

Have them report to Lieutenant Tuvok
at the next duty shift.

Right. Don't worry,
I'll tell them to take it easy on you.

Good morning.

We are here as the Captain
feels you'd benefit from training.

- Consequently...
- I think we need clarification.

Why have we been singled out
for this... honour?

The answer
would seem to be self-evident.

Interrupting a senior officer
is not acceptable behaviour.

The purpose is to familiarise you
with Starfleet protocols.

So that mistakes will be minimised.

Still, the fact remains...
If I may have permission to speak...

Thank you. You must have noticed
certain problems with each member

of this select group
or we wouldn't be here.

- I can't imagine why I'm included...
- Crewman Chell...

Your report indicates that you are
talkative, disruptive and unreliable.

You promise
to do tasks which then go undone.

That is a complete exaggeration.

Just yesterday,
I overhauled the servicing system...

- You will speak only when spoken to.
- Lieutenant, I was just...

40 laps around the cargo bay.

- Start running now.
- But...

50 laps!

This class will adhere to standards
established for Starfleet cadets.

There will be physical training
and academic studies.

As well as tactical situations.

Crewman,
have you been listening to me?

- I did not hear that answer.
- Yes.

Speak up, crewman.

- I said, yes.
- Look at me when I'm talking to you.

- Leave him alone.
- What was that?

I said leave him alone.
Can't you see he's just a kid.

- He shouldn't even be here.
- We think he should.

You'll probably have me running
200 laps for this but I don't care.

This whole thing is insulting.
We didn't ask to come aboard this ship.

We've done our best and now you're
telling us that's not good enough.

- That is correct.
- Well, maybe that's just too bad.

Maybe we've done our best
and that's as good as you'll get.

How about it?
Does anybody want to be here?

- I don't have anything to learn.
- I don't think he's going to phaser us.

I'd rather be in the brig than in here.

So let's go.

Crewmen, you are demonstrating
rank insubordination.

- I order you to stay where you are.
- Chell!

Come on! We're leaving.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea
to leave like that.

- They won't let us get away with it.
- What will they do?

Keep us in the brig for 70 years?

Everyone is needed.
Nothing will happen.

It's not like we're guilty of mutiny.
We'll just keep doing our jobs.

We're just not going to jump
through any Starfleet hoops.

You want to give me your version?

Commander, we'll live up to
our responsibilities on this ship.

But we won't be treated
like teenage cadets.

- I see.
- It was ridiculous.

- Tuvok had Chell running laps.
- And he was picking on Gerron.

- I don't like it.
- Really?

Commander, you know that we're used
to playing with a different rulebook.

There's the Starfleet way
and there's the Maquis way.

- You want to do it the Maquis way?
- That's right.

That's always worked for us.

That's the Maquis way too, isn't it?

If you want to keep doing it
the Maquis way, that's fine with me.

We can do that everyday,
until you report to Lieutenant Tuvok.

You understand me?

What? How does a Starfleet crewman
answer a question?

Yes... sir.

Does anybody else have a problem?

These are your study assignments
for next week.

Examinations will be conducted
randomly with no advance notice.

I will now inspect your uniforms.

Crewman Henley,
your headband is certainly festive.

- Thank you.
- It's in violation of regulations.

Please check the protocol files
for recommended guidelines.

- What is this?
- It's a kazleti design.

I studied the technique
when I visited their planet.

- I know it doesn't look complicated...
- It's in violation of the dress code.

- You could hardly see it.
- You will remove it now.

- I know. I'll have to take off the earring.
- Correct.

Also, your boots are scuffed. From
now on, you'll arrive in polished boots.

Yes, sir.

- Do you have a problem, Mr Dalby?
- No, sir.

Very well. You will all report to me
on deck 11 at 1900 hours. Dismissed.

- What will we be doing?
- You'll find that out at 1900 hours.

Dismissed.

I'm going through with this field
training... as ordered.

But I can't say it's very productive.
It feels like punishment.

You're afraid you won't make it.
That you'll fail this training.

Excuse me? That's not what
I said... or what I'm thinking.

What? You think I can't make it through
this ridiculous exercise?

- That's absurd!
- Fine. Then make it through.

- It's another power failure!
- It's the gel packs again.

Deck 4, section 9C.

Bridge to engineering. Report.

It's another malfunction.
We're putting a repair crew on it now.

Dalby, replace the failed gel pack
and check out the adjoining circuits.

We can't keep replacing these things.

Ensign, you're in charge till I get back.
I'll be in sickbay.

- What is it?
- It's your new patient.

It's one of the bio-neural gel packs.

Yes, I'm aware of these devices.
But I've never seen one.

I can't find anything
mechanically wrong with it.

I thought you could look
at the biological component.

Interesting.

Initiate the scan.

Scanning beam is active.

- What?
- The patient is sick.

Can you be more specific?

Discussing this in front of the patient
would breach professional etiquette.

It's been suggested I cultivate a greater
sensitivity to my patients' needs.

- Don't worry, my little friend.
- Doctor!

The biological component has
an infection. A very contagious one.

- Is the crew in any danger?
- I don't detect any infection in you.

The contagion isn't harmful
to humanoids.

If it were, we would have seen
evidence of illness by now.

In order to protect the circuitry, you'll
have to isolate all the affected packs.

I'll take the forward grids off-line.
We'll lose replicators.

I can re-route the primary systems.
How long do you need?

I don't know. Unless we find the source
of the infection, we can't stop it.

OK. I'll tell the captain.

You'll be taking a 10 kilometre run.
I've cleared deck 13 of personnel.

Make sure your packs
are secured to avoid chafing.

Could I just carry Henley?
She weighs the same!

We will get to deck 13
by using the Jefferies tubes.

- At least it's only two decks down.
- Not that way, crewman.

- We'll get to deck 13 via the mess hall.
- That's on deck 2!

We'd have to crawl
through over 50 Jefferies tubes.

I'm glad to see your knowledge
of the ship's structure is improving.

Crewman Gerron, lead the way.

Thank you!
You can stay there as long as you like.

This pack feels
like it's filled with latinum bricks.

Crewman Gerron, what is
the problem up there? Keep going.

Maybe he'll slip and plunge to his death.

Be my guest.

- The 10 kilometres begin now.
- My legs feel like lead pipes!

- Keep your mind on something else.
- The pain in my shoulders?

- That was a run of 10.1 kilometres.
- That was a death march!

You may be experiencing difficulty.
I increased gravity on this deck by 10%.

What?

You don't know what conditions
you may encounter.

You must be prepared for anything.

Crewmen Gerron and Chell,
you have not completed your run.

We have lapped you three times.
You will finish the 10 kilometres now.

We'll repeat this tomorrow. I'll expect
you to better your performance.

Have you found traces of the bacteria?

I've checked the logs.
The biofilter didn't pick up anything.

We stopped at that planet, Napinne...
Brought on some food stores.

- Some of it looked strange.
- Right.

Varmeliate fibre... whole green putillos,
and schplicht.

- Schplicht?
- Grakel milk.

I've looked at the logs.
Everything checked out.

Let's go over the environmental
systems. Maybe it's airborne.

- He's been at it since before I got here.
- Chell!

What are you doing?

Mr Tuvok ordered me to degauss
the entire transporter room.

- But you're using a micro-resonator.
- I know.

Why not use the magneton scanner?
You'd be done in five minutes.

Tuvok told him
to use the micro-resonator.

- But he'll be at it for hours!
- Mr Tuvok estimated 26.3 hours.

- Sounds like a Tuvok estimate.
- Well, good luck.

You missed a spot.

Security log, supplemental.

I've recreated
the Voyager bridge on the holodeck

and scheduled a war game simulation.

I hope that an exercise in teamwork
will instil a sense of participation.

On the bridge we depend on the
smooth functioning of every crewman.

You are the captain's eyes,
ears and hands.

You must function
as one perfectly-tuned unit.

Mr Dalby, I understand you have
command experience.

- Yes, sir.
- You have the bridge.

The programme
will present you with random events

that you must deal with
in whatever manner you see fit.

I understand.

Programme will be initiated
when you set a course.

- All set?
- Ready.

Mr Chell, ahead warp 6.
Heading 159, mark 7.

Mr Gerron,
what's the nearest star system?

I'm showing a red giant system,
3.7 light years from our current position.

There are eight planets.

- We're picking up a distress call.
- Source?

Unknown.
There's subspace interference.

- Gerron, can you get a fix?
- Sensors show a Ferengi ship.

It's heavily damaged.
Eight life-form readings... very faint.

- Hail them.
- They're not responding.

I must point out that the Ferengi

have deceived other ships
by pretending to be damaged.

We could be falling into a trap.

We have a duty to offer
humanitarian aid, if we can.

Chell,
change course to intercept.

- Course laid in, sir.
- Proceed.

A Romulan warbird
is decloaking off the port bow.

Red Alert.

Hail them. Let them know
we're on a rescue mission.

- They're powering up weapons.
- No response to the hail.

- Evasive manoeuvres, Mr Chell.
- Initiating evasion sequence.

We've been hit on the lateral phaser
array. Shields at 81%.

- Arm all forward phasers.
- A second ship is decloaking.

It's launching torpedoes.

Damage to decks 11 through 15.
Reports of casualties.

Arm all photon banks.
Mr Chell, continuous evasive action.

- Henley, fire at will.
- Aye, sir.

Hull breach on deck 9.

Keep firing, Henley. Let's do as much
damage as we can.

Computer, reset programme.

Your first command together
was less than successful.

You are all dead.

It was a no-win situation.
What were we supposed to do?

Can anyone answer that question?

I thought we went by the book.

I certainly did everything
I could possibly do.

My evasive action sequences
cannot be faltered.

At least we went out
with our phasers firing.

Mr Gerron,
do you have something to add?

- What does it matter?
- It matters.

If you don't learn from your mistakes,
you'll repeat them.

I was in command. Blame me.
The crew were following my orders.

Have you reached a conclusion?

I thought I did everything I could.
We were just out-gunned.

I see. Did the possibility of retreat
not occur to you?

- Retreat?
- I can't believe you'd say that!

The strongest tactical move is to reap
the highest gain at the lowest cost.

Going out with "phasers firing"
may seem heroic,

but it is merely foolish.
Retreat is often the best option.

Well, Mr Tuvok,
once more you've proven your point.

We're just not Starfleet material.

Are we dismissed... sir?

Dismissed. Computer, exit.

I feel that my services,
as morale officer, are required.

- You are wrong.
- Really?

One, no cup of tea. Two, no padd.

Three, you're sitting
on the opposite side from usual.

That tells me
you've got something on your mind.

What tells me
that it's making you miserable

is that cloud of doom
that's rising from you like a ground fog.

I cannot imagine that there are visual
emanations that can tell you my mood.

- You are making wild assumptions.
- Maquis trainees getting you down?

I don't believe they're
responding well to my instruction.

What seems to be the problem?

That's what
I've been trying to determine.

I'm afraid that I'm at a loss.
I have taught thousands of cadets.

And I have never
encountered these difficulties.

My methods are sound
and time-honoured.

I insist on strict adherence
to rules and protocols.

I never waiver from that approach.

I've always been successful in honing
each cadet into a Starfleet officer.

Come with me.
I want to show you something.

These are keela flowers.

Beautiful... and strong. The stem is
flexible... and impossible to break.

But, occasionally, on the same plant,
there's a bloom which is not so flexible.

Here's one.
And when the stem is brittle... it breaks.

You're saying that the
Maquis crew is rigid and inflexible.

That they will never
adjust to Starfleet rules.

No, Mr Vulcan. I'm saying that
you are rigid and inflexible.

Maybe if you learn to bend a little... you
might have better luck with your class.

Those Maquis aren't Starfleet cadets.
You can't treat them the same way.

Get to know them.
Try to find out what they're like inside.

You might discover
a better teaching method.

I'm not sure I have the ability
to "find out what they're like inside".

Mr Neelix, what is that?

Brill cheese! I made it from that
schplicht we brought on board.

Ensign Ashmore asked for something
called macaroni and cheese.

Cheese. You must cultivate bacteria
to make cheese.

Of course.

Captain's log, stardate 48859.3.

Lieutenant Tuvok has reported
a possible explanation

for the infection in the gel packs.

I have asked Lieutenant Torres and her
team to investigate Neelix's kitchen.

Get me a schematic of the airflow
patterns for the whole ship.

The cheese
is full of volatile bacterial spores.

It must stay isolated
in this containment field.

- What is this?
- That's a Laurelian pudding.

It has to simmer for four hours.

The spores must have
travelled through that intake

and then into the ventilation system.

They were disseminated throughout
the ship, infecting the circuitry.

I feel awful about this.
I assure you, I had no idea.

More gel packs must be down.

If this gets into the environmental
systems, we may be in further trouble.

Neelix, this wasn't your fault.

The important thing
is we've found the source.

Get the cheese to sickbay. The doctor
should look at it as soon as possible.

You may break, Mr Dalby.

OK.

- Do you play pool often?
- Not really. I did when I was younger.

- Do you have a family?
- What is this about?

- Pardon.
- This... little exercise.

Are we testing my social skills?
Does Starfleet have rules about them?

I had thought we could
get to know each other.

Perhaps then our relationship
would function more smoothly.

Get to know each other?

OK. Here's the brief history
of Kenneth Dalby.

We lived on the Bajoran frontier.
It was a hard life.

I coped by getting into trouble. I was
angry at everybody and everything.

Till the woman came along
who taught me about love.

For a while, I wasn't angry any more.

Three Cardassians raped her
and smashed her skull.

I joined the Maquis and tried to
slaughter as many of them as I could.

How about you? Any family?

I do. But there is nothing to report
that would compare with your story.

I have observed that you seem
to be protective of Mr Gerron.

- Have you formed a friendship?
- No. He won't let me get close.

First time I saw him, I thought
I was looking at myself at that age.

I thought maybe I could be a friend.
Maybe he wouldn't turn out how I did.

But I didn't have much luck.
Then we got stuck out here.

Being so far away from home
is hard on somebody that young.

Don't make him more miserable
than he is already.

Commander Chakotay recommended
Mr Gerron for this programme.

He felt that if the young man
were able to learn new skills,

to set goals and accomplish them, it
may help him feel better about himself.

- That's why he's in this group?
- We want it to be positive for everyone.

If you say so.
But understand this, Lieutenant.

I don't want to get to know you
and I don't want to be your friend.

This is the most pernicious
infective agent I've ever seen.

It attacked every cell
in the gel pack's biological matrix.

I've exposed it to every anti-bacterial
agent we have.

It hasn't responded.

Sickbay to bridge. What's happening?

We're losing more bio-neural circuitry.

- Tell me you have good news.
- I'm afraid not.

- I'm at a loss but we'll keep trying.
- Please do. Janeway out.

It's curious that these bacteria didn't
show in any of our diagnostic scans.

But if the bacteria
didn't spread from the cheese,

how did the gel packs get infected?

- Viruses can live inside bacteria.
- Of course, a virus.

The bacteria could be hosts
to the infectious virus.

They are so small
they can escape detection.

Maybe we should try
the anti-viral agents.

It's certainly worth a try.

I think the inertial dampeners
are malfunctioning.

- Along with other things.
- Class dismissed. Return to stations.

Lieutenant!

We're stuck in here.

The bio-neural network is failing.

We're losing systems faster
than we can compensate.

- Isolinear circuitry?
- Torres is working on it.

- It can't maintain life-support yet.
- Propulsion is down.

Every system on the main grid is down.
Including turbolifts and life-support.

- Bridge to engineering.
- Torres here.

Transfer power to life-support and
keep working on the isolinear circuitry.

- The manual override isn't working.
- Can't get the cargo door open, either.

Tuvok to bridge.
Is anyone receiving this message?

It appears our stations will have
to do without us for the time being.

Captain, life-support is failing.
Deck 15 has lost all power.

Sickbay to bridge.
I believe we may have something.

The gel packs are incapable
of responding to an infection

in the same way
that humanoid organisms do.

- With a fever.
- Exactly.

We have experimented with heating the
samples and the results are promising.

We don't have the heat needed
to wipe out a ship-wide infection.

- Janeway to Torres.
- Torres here.

If we wanted to super-heat
the gel packs, how could we do it?

We could infuse the circuits
with a high-energy plasma burst.

But we'd have to generate it by
inverting the warp-field toward the ship.

We could produce the energy by getting
the warp engines to 80% of maximum

while we're standing still.
Then initiate the plasma burst.

Can we get to 80%?

If we re-route the emergency power to
the warp engines, but it's a risky move.

I'm aware of that
but I think we have to try it.

Divert all power, including life-support,
to the warp engines.

Mr Paris,
deactivate the nacelle control system.

Prepare to engage the warp engines.

Nacelle control deactivated.

- Ready to go.
- Do it!

What's that noise?

- This conduit is getting very hot.
- So am I.

It's getting awfully warm in here.

Something's very wrong.
I don't like this at all.

I think the captain is trying to deal
with the systems failures.

Not knowing what that entails
may lead us to think the worst.

We must not let fear get the best of us.

Mr Gerron, it's possible the console
in the control room is still functioning.

See if you can open
the doors from there.

We can also attempt to access one of
the Jefferies tubes through the bulkhead.

I don't know about the bacteria,
but I'm ready to pass out.

Engines are only 74% of maximum.
That's not enough for a plasma burst.

Increase anti-matter flow.

It's having an effect. Temperature is at
340 kelvin. Can we get it a little hotter?

Mr Paris,
get us to 80% of maximum... somehow.

I'll try.

- We're at 360 kelvins.
- Engines are at 79% of maximum.

- I think we can risk it.
- Bridge to Torres.

- Initiate the plasma burst.
- It may blow some conduits.

Acknowledged.

The plasma gas will be toxic in minutes.
We must leave immediately.

What about Gerron?

- We can't leave him!
- Get in the Jefferies tube.

- I can't lose any more of you.
- What's that? A Starfleet rule?

It's tactically correct
to sacrifice the few for the many.

I don't give a Circassian fig what's
correct. I'm going back for him.

Get in the Jefferies tube now!

I will break your arm
if you do not follow my order.

- I won't forget. You're letting him die!
- Keep moving!

Janeway to sickbay, report.

Bacterial levels are dropping.

We should be able to purge
the system within a few minutes.

We need life-support
back on-line as soon as possible.

I'll get back to you right away,
Captain.

Sickbay to bridge.
Can anyone hear me?

- Come in, Doctor.
- All bacteria have been destroyed.

The danger of further infection
has passed.

Mr Kim,
start getting our systems back on-line.

Aye, Captain.

Come on, come on!

I think he's all right.

I thought Starfleet rules said that was
an unacceptable risk... saving him.

It was. However,
I've realised that there are times

when it is desirable to bend the rules.

Lieutenant,
if you can learn to bend the rules...

I guess we can learn to follow them.

Let's get you two to sickbay.

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