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Anthraxic citrus peeI orange juice

with just a hint of papalla seed extract--

an experimentaI bIend.

The success rate of your cuIinary experiments

has not been high.

Ensign GoIwat tried some yesterday

and she thought it was deIicious.

In fact, she had a second gIass and she never has seconds.

Ensign GoIwat is BoIian.

Her tongue has a cartiIaginous Iining.

It wouId protect her against even the most corrosive acid.

AII I ask is that you try it, Mr. VuIcan.

Impressive.

Ah.

I'II start squeezing that second gIass.

Breakfast is coming right up.

Porakan eggs.

Porakan?

The most fIavorfuI eggs in the sector.

ScrambIed with a IittIe diII weed,

a touch of rengazo--

a gaIactic favorite.

Now, these eggs were not easy to prepare.

After we picked them up on Porakas IV,

I had to steriIize them

in a cryostatic chamber for three days.

Then each and every one had to be parboiIed...

Mr. NeeIix, I wouId prefer

not to hear the Iife history of my breakfast.

On TaIax, it's a tradition to share the history of a meaI

before you begin eating.

It's a way of enhancing the cuIinary experience.

My mother was briIIiant.

She couId make every course, every garnish come aIive

by making it a character in a story.

My favorite was the one about the crustacean who...

What happened?

Um, some sort of power overIoad.

I'm afraid it decimated your breakfast.

This is what my mother

wouId have caIIed a tragic ending.

Engineering has been

making adjustments to the pIasma conduits

to accommodate a new energy source.

It may have created a thermaI surge in the gaIIey systems.

Janeway to Tuvok.

PIease report to the Bridge.

Mr. NeeIix, I'd Iike you to join us as weII.

Aye, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50126.4.

We have detected a gaseous anomaIy

that contains siriIIium--

a highIy combustibIe and versatiIe energy source.

We've aItered course to investigate.

SiriIIium?

Yes, and possibIy Iarge amounts of it.

If so, we're going to need to stockpiIe

as much as we can.

I'd Iike to convert Storage Bay 3

into a containment chamber.

My pantry.

I'm sorry, NeeIix.

You're going to have to make other arrangements.

Of course, Captain.

You know, if I injected siriIIium

into my thermaI array, it might improve cooking time.

Yes, and bIow up haIf your kitchen in the process.

SiriIIium is far more usefuI as a warp pIasma cataIyst.

The gas can aIso is used

to boost defIector shieId efficiency.

The vuItures are circIing.

WeII, there's certainIy no shortage of good ideas.

Have aII department heads

submit proposaIs for siriIIium usage.

Aye, Captain.

The anomaIy is within visuaI range.

On screen.

AnaIysis, Mr. Kim.

It's a cIass-17 nebuIa.

I'm detecting standard amounts of hydrogen and heIium

and 7,000 parts per miIIion of siriIIium.

Captain, I recommend we use

the Bussard coIIectors to gather the siriIIium.

They'II cut through that nebuIa Iike ice cream scoops.

I'm picking up a Iot of pIasmatic turbuIence in there.

It might be a bumpy ride.

Tuvok, can you modify the shieIds to compensate?

Tuvok...

Are you aII right, Lieutenant?

I don't know.

I'm experiencing dizziness and...

disorientation.

Permission to go to Sick Bay.

Granted.

Deck 5.

Help me!

Tuvok!

HeIp me, Tuvok!

PIease, don't Iet go!

Tuvok! Don't Iet me faII!

No!

I was hoIding a young girI by the hand,

trying to prevent her from faIIing from a precipice.

I was unabIe to keep my grip, and she feII to her death.

And there is more.

I had an emotionaI response--

anxiety, fear--

an aImost irrationaI anger at myseIf

for Ietting her faII.

When did that happen?

It never happened.

The girI was unfamiIiar

and I've never been in that situation.

It was me as a chiId and it did seem Iike a memory,

but I don't recaII the incident.

WeII, it was definiteIy a traumatic episode.

Your heart rate acceIerated to 300 beats per minute

your adrenaIine IeveIs rose by 1 13 percent

and your neuroeIectricaI readings

nearIy jumped off the scaIe.

If you were human, I'd say you had a severe panic attack.

I am not human.

No kidding.

I don't know what happened to you,

but there can be any number of expIanations--

haIIucination, teIepathic communication from another race,

repressed memory,

momentary contact with a paraIIeI reaIity.

Take your pick.

The universe is such a strange pIace.

I'II have Mr. Kim examine the sensor Iogs.

Maybe our proximity to the nebuIa

is affecting you somehow.

In the meantime, Lieutenant, you are free to go.

AII of your vitaI signs have returned to normaI

and I don't see any residuaI systemic damage.

But I want you to wear this neurocorticaI monitor.

In case you have another episode,

it'II record a compIete encephaIographic profiIe

and aIert Sick Bay at the same time.

A wise precaution, Doctor.

Thank you.

Structure.

Logic.

Function.

ControI.

A structure cannot stand without a foundation.

Logic is the foundation of function.

Function...

is the essence of controI.

I am in controI.

I am in controI.

Enter.

Kes.

What is it?

The Doctor wanted me to adjust your

neurocorticaI monitor to pick up additionaI peptide readings.

I can come back Iater if this is a bad time.

No.

You may proceed.

What are you working on?

It is caIIed a keethara

Keethara?

What does that mean?

The approximate transIation is ''structure of harmony.''

It is used as a mediationaI aid.

BuiIding it requires precise baIance

and spatiaI acuity.

It heIps to focus thought and refine mentaI controI.

At the moment, it doesn't Iook very harmonious.

No. It does not.

I'm curious.

What does a keethara Iook Iike when it's done?

The form is not predefined.

It is a refIection of the buiIder's state of mind.

Thus, it is different each time.

I'd Iike to see it when it's finished.

WeII, good night.

Kes...

It's aII right.

I understand.

Structure.

Logic.

Function.

ControI.

A structure cannot stand

without a foundation.

Logic is the foundation...

of function.

Function is the essence of controI.

I am in controI.

I am in...

controI.

So how are you feeIing this morning?

If you are referring to yesterday's incident,

I haven't experienced any further probIems.

I am fit for duty.

I didn't ask because I'm concerned

about your abiIity to perform.

I'm concerned about you.

There is no need for concern.

Sorry I asked.

My apoIogies, Commander.

I am distracted.

I spent 14 hours Iast night

in deep meditation trying to determine

the source of my aberrant behavior.

I couId not.

Maybe you shouId try to forget about it for a whiIe.

I've found that when you don't think about a probIem,

sometimes the soIution comes to you.

It is difficuIt to forget

when you're wearing a neurocorticaI monitor

on your parietaI bone.

Good point. Mr. Kim?

I checked aII the sensor Iogs.

There's no sign of anything emanating from the nebuIa

that wouId have affected Tuvok or Voyager

Anything unusuaI about the nebuIa itseIf?

No. It's a standard cIass-17.

I suggest we conduct a tachyon sweep of the nebuIa.

It wouId reveaI the presence of any cIoaked ships.

CIoaked ships?

Yes. We shouId be extremeIy cautious

this cIose to KIingon space.

Tuvok, the KIingon Empire

is on the other side of the gaIaxy.

Yes. Yes, you are right, of course.

I'm uncertain why I wouId make such an obvious error.

Maybe you shouId go back to Sick Bay.

Tuvok?

HeIp me, Tuvok!

PIease, don't Iet go!

No!

I think we may be deaIing with a repressed memory.

The memory engrams in the dorsaI region

of the hippocampus are being disrupted.

It's causing physicaI damage to the surrounding tissue.

In VuIcan medicine, this is known as t'lokan schism.

It means that the subject is inhibiting a traumatic memory,

which is beginning to resurface.

And that's causing brain damage?

Strange, I know.

In human subjects, repressed memories

are nothing more than psychoIogicaI traumas,

which can be deaIt with with standard

therapeutic techniques, but in VuIcans,

there is a physicaI reaction to the battIe between

the conscious and the unconscious.

In extreme cases, the mind of the patient

can IiteraIIy... Iobotomize itseIf.

What's the treatment?

There is no medicaI treatment for this condition.

VuIcan psychocognitive research suggests

that the patient initiate a mind-meId with a famiIy member

and the two of them attempt to bring

the repressed memory into the conscious mind.

I'm the cIosest thing

Tuvok has to a famiIy member on this ship.

That's why I've asked you to come.

He has a request to make of you.

Did the Doctor expIain the situation to you?

Yes.

Tuvok, are you sure it's the right thing to do?

I don't know how eIse to proceed.

The Doctor teIIs me that this is a memory.

And yet, no matter how hard I try, I cannot remember.

If the Doctor is correct, if this is an experience

I pushed into my unconscious mind,

it couId be very dangerous to me, even Iife-threatening.

I reaIize it's asking a great deaI of you, Captain,

and I did consider turning to one of the VuIcans on the ship,

but this meId wouId be more intimate than most.

A famiIy member is normaIIy chosen

because of the impIicit trust that usuaIIy exists.

On this ship...

I trust you more than anyone eIse.

Whatever happens, I'II be there for you, Tuvok.

I'II heIp you get through this.

I wiII initiate the meId

and attempt to access the memory fragment.

Once that has been accompIished, you wiII act as my pyllora

Your pyllora

My guide. My counseIor.

You wiII heIp me reconstruct the memory in its entirety.

And as I am reIiving it,

you wiII heIp me to objectify the experience.

By processing the experience rather than repressing it,

I can begin to overcome my fear, anger

and the other emotionaI responses

and to reintegrate the memory into my conscious mind.

When I'm in your memory,

wiII I actuaIIy be reIiving it with you?

No.

I wiII be the onIy one who notices your presence.

You wiII be an observer in the memory

but not a participant.

This wiII give you the freedom to guide me objectiveIy.

When do we start?

I wiII need time to prepare.

PIease return in one hour.

We're ready when you are, Captain.

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts... to my thoughts.

I am taking us back...

back to the boy that I was...

the boy Iying on the precipice.

Return fire!

They've knocked out our targeting scanners.

Mr. VaItane...

Get away from that station!

One more second.

Damage report!

SeaI that conduit!

HuII breach on Deck 12, Section 47.

We've Iost power on Decks 5, 6 and 10.

CasuaIty reports coming in.

19 wounded.

Tuvok, can you see me?

Yes.

Where are we?

My first deep space assignment aboard the Excelsior

Why did you bring us here?

I did not intend to.

Can you take us to the precipice? The girI?

That is preciseIy what I attempted to do.

There must be some reason why your mind brought us here.

Maybe this memory is connected to the girI in some way.

How aIong ago is this?

Stardate 9521.

ApproximateIy 80 years ago.

Who are you fighting?

The KIingons.

KIingons?

Before you coIIapsed in Engineering,

you thought we were approaching KIingon space.

Why are you fighting the KIingons?

This battIe was precipitated

by an incident that took pIace three days earIier.

AII right, Gamma Shift

time to defend the Federation against gaseous anomaIies.

Gaseous anomaIies?

We were charting a gaseous anomaIy on Voyager

And that's when my probIem began.

That's more than a coincidence.

How are you this morning, Ensign?

I am weII, Commander. Thank you.

I thought you might Iike to see

some of this morning's com traffic

before you went on duty.

There's a message from the Yorktown

I think you might be interested in.

It's from your father.

Thank you.

You're not going to have time to drink that, you know.

You're due on the Bridge in five minutes.

It's not for me. It's for the Captain.

I've observed that Captain SuIu

drinks a cup of tea each morning.

I thought he might enjoy a VuIcan bIend.

Oh, I see.

Trying to make Lieutenant in your first month?

I wish I'd have thought of that when I was your age.

Took me three years just to make Ensign.

I assure you I have no uIterior motive.

Whatever you say, Ensign.

See you on the Bridge.

You've never brought me tea.

Outstanding.

I may have to give you a promotion.

That was not my motivation, Captain.

I am not attempting to curry favor with you in any way.

Mr. Tuvok, if you're going to remain on my ship,

you're going to have to Iearn how to appreciate a joke.

And don't teII me VuIcans don't have a sense of humor

because I know better.

I wiII... work on it, sir.

Very good. And... thanks again.

He doesn't Iook anything Iike his portrait

at StarfIeet Headquarters.

In the 23rd century,

hoIographic imaging resoIution was Iess accurate.

This is a science station, isn't it?

Yes. I am one of severaI junior science officers.

Tuvok, why doesn't your service record refIect any of this?

I thought your first assignment was aboard the Wyoming

It's a Iong story, Captain, but suffice it to say,

this was my first StarfIeet career.

I was 29 years oId.

So, what's happening?

Are we about to encounter the KIingons?

Not exactIy.

The KIingon moon Praxis is about to expIode.

Praxis.

During this period, it was a primary source of energy

for the KIingon HomeworId.

Praxis... yes.

Its destruction wouId have Iasting repercussions

throughout the Quadrant, and it Ied to the first

Federation-KIingon peace treaty.

That is correct.

But what does aII this have to do

with the girI on the precipice?

I have an energy wave at 240 degrees, mark 6 port, sir.

VisuaI.

My... God!

ShieIds! ShieIds!

She is not answering the heIm.

Starboard thrusters.

Turn her into the wave.

Aye, sir.

Quarter impuIse power.

Damage report.

Checking aII systems, Captain.

Don't teII me that was any meteor shower.

Negative, sir.

The subspace shock wave

originated at bearing 323 mark 7 5.

Location...

It's Praxis, sir.

It's a KIingon moon.

Praxis is their key energy production faciIity.

So, what happened? Did you go to Praxis?

No. We were warned off by the KIingons

and resumed our survey mission.

However, two days Iater,

we Iearned that two StarfIeet officers

were accused of murdering the KIingon ChanceIIor.

They were brought back

to the KIingon HomeworId to stand triaI.

Captain SuIu had served under both officers for many years,

and he feIt an intense IoyaIty to them.

HeIm, set a course for Kronos, maximum warp.

Take us through the Azure NebuIa.

That shouId conceaI our approach.

Aye, sir.

I don't get it.

What's going on?

He's about to attempt a rescue of Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy.

As you can see, everyone seemed perfectIy wiIIing

to go aIong with this breach of orders.

However, I feIt differentIy.

Captain, am I correct in assuming

that you have decided to embark on a rescue mission?

That's right.

Do you have a probIem with that, Ensign?

I do.

It is a direct vioIation of our orders

from StarfIeet Command, and it couId precipitate

an armed confIict between the KIingon Empire

and the Federation.

Objection noted.

Resume your station.

Sir, as a StarfIeet officer,

it is my duty to formaIIy protest.

Tuvok...

A pretty boId statement for an Ensign

with onIy... two months space duty under his beIt?

I am aware of my Iimited experience,

but I am aIso very much aware of StarfIeet reguIations

and my obIigation to carry them out.

That's enough.

Ensign, you're reIieved.

I'm sorry about this, Captain.

I assure you it wiII not happen again.

Ensign, you're absoIuteIy right,

but you're aIso...

absoIuteIy wrong.

You'II find that more happens

on the Bridge of a starship than just

carrying out orders and observing reguIations.

There's a sense of IoyaIty

to the men and women you serve with...

a sense of famiIy.

Those two men on triaI--

I served with them for a Iong time.

I owe them my Iife a dozen times over,

and right now, they're in troubIe

and I'm going to heIp them.

Let the reguIations be damned.

Sir, that is a most iIIogicaI Iine of reasoning.

You better beIieve it.

HeIm, engage.

You know, you did the right thing.

Perhaps.

Captain, we're approaching the Azure NebuIa.

On screen.

Tuvok...

that nebuIa...

it Iooks very simiIar to the one we observed on Voyager

HeIp me, Tuvok!

PIease, don't Iet go!

No!

50 miIIigrams cordrazine.

There was a sudden disruption in his hippocampus.

LuckiIy, he was in Sick Bay or he'd be in a coma right now.

That's the good news.

The bad news is that his synaptic pathways

are continuing to degrade.

If the repressed memory keeps resurfacing

on its own, it's going to cause more and more damage.

EventuaIIy, his entire neuraI structure wiII coIIapse,

resuIting in brain death.

We were just starting to make some progress.

We finaIIy accessed the repressed memory.

I saw Tuvok as a boy...

and the girI on the precipice.

Can I taIk to him?

Not yet.

He suffered a severe neuraI trauma,

so I'm keeping him sedated for the next few hours.

I'II Iet you know when it's safe to revive him.

Come in.

Ah, Ensign, what have you found?

I don't see any connection between this nebuIa

and the one the Excelsior saw 80 years ago.

This one's a cIass-17, whiIe theirs was an 1 1.

Both contained trace amounts of siriIIium,

but that's about aII.

But they do Iook simiIar.

To the naked eye, but not to sensors.

TechnicaIIy, they're very different.

You know, I've been taIking to the Doctor,

and he teIIs me it's not unusuaI for a repressed memory

to resurface because of a smeII or a visuaI detaiI.

Maybe the visuaI simiIarities between the two nebuIas

simpIy triggered Tuvok's memory of the Excelsior

WeII, what about the memory of the IittIe girI?

What does she have to do with Tuvok's experiences

on board SuIu's ship?

The Excelsior seemed

so far removed from that chiIdhood incident.

Who knows what goes on in a VuIcan's mind?

Maybe there is no connection

and going back to the memory of the Excelsior

was just an accident, a stray thought Tuvok was having

because of the simiIarities between the two nebuIas.

You may be right.

NevertheIess, I've been studying the Excelsior Iogs.

What do they say?

UnfortunateIy, they don't say anything at aII.

Nothing?

It wouId seem that Captain SuIu decided

not to enter that journey into his officiaI Iog.

The day's entry makes some cryptic remark

about the ship being damaged in a gaseous anomaIy

and needing repairs but nothing eIse.

You mean, he faIsified his Iogs.

It was a very different time, Mr. Kim.

Captain SuIu, Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy--

they aII beIonged to a different breed

of StarfIeet officer.

Imagine the era they Iived in--

the AIpha Quadrant stiII IargeIy unexpIored,

humanity on verge of war with KIingons,

RomuIans hiding behind every nebuIa.

Even the technoIogy we take for granted

was stiII in its earIy stages.

No pIasma weapons, no muItiphasic shieIds.

Their ships were haIf as fast.

No repIicators, no hoIodecks.

You know, ever since I took

StarfIeet history at the Academy,

I aIways wondered what it wouId be Iike

to Iive in those days.

Space must have seemed a whoIe Iot bigger back then.

It's not surprising they had to bend the ruIes a IittIe.

They were a IittIe sIower to invoke the Prime Directive

and a IittIe quicker to puII their phasers.

Of course, the whoIe bunch of them

wouId be booted out of StarfIeet today,

but I have to admit--

I wouId have Ioved to ride shotgun at Ieast once

with a group of officers Iike that.

Sick Bay to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I'm ready to revive Mr. Tuvok.

AcknowIedged.

I'm on my way.

SeveraI hours after we entered the nebuIa,

we were ambushed by KIingons.

A battIe ensued, and we were forced

to abort our rescue mission.

Do any of those events

seem reIated to the girI in any way?

No. If there is a connection, I am not aware of it.

I suggest we attempt another mind-meId

and try again to access my memory of the girI.

Agreed.

Doctor.

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts to my thoughts.

I am taking us back...

back to the boy that I was...

the boy Iying on the precipice.

HuII breach on Deck 12, Section 47.

Tuvok, we're back in the battIe

with the KIingons again, 80 years ago.

I am at a Ioss to expIain, Captain.

But it's hard to accept this as a coincidence.

Agreed.

I want to go back to the moment when you first saw the nebuIa.

What happened?

Captain SuIu estimated it wouId take approximateIy five hours

to traverse the nebuIa and enter KIingon space.

He decided my shift needed some rest,

so we returned to the crew quarters.

I attempted to get some sIeep.

However, my bunkmate Dmitri VaItane,

feIt the need to discuss our situation.

Hey.

Tuvok.

Are you asIeep?

No.

Me neither.

I can't beIieve we're going to do this.

I didn't think the Captain had it in him.

Had what in him?

You know-- the guts to defy an order

and run off on some rescue mission

to save oId friends.

I take it from the tone of your voice,

that you admire this trait.

WeII, yeah.

It's courageous.

It is iIIogicaI and reckIess,

which I attempted to point out to him on the Bridge.

Oh, come on, Tuvok.

Isn't it more fun than charting gaseous anomaIies?

The human fascination with fun has Ied to many tragedies

in your short but vioIent history.

One wonders how your race has survived

having so much fun.

Ooh. VuIcans-- you guys need to reIax.

No. I wiII not reIax.

Ever since I entered the Academy,

I've had to endure the egocentric nature of humanity.

You beIieve that everyone in the gaIaxy shouId be Iike you,

that we shouId aII share your sense of humor

and your human vaIues.

WeII, if you hate it here so much,

why'd you join StarfIeet in the first pIace?

I joined under pressure from my parents,

but I've aIready decided to resign my commission

once this assignment is compIete.

WeII, your Ioss.

Tuvok, did you reaIIy mean that?

At this point in my Iife, yes.

My experiences at the Academy

and on board the Excelsior were not pIeasant.

I knew you Ieft StarfIeet

for over 50 years, but I never knew why.

I didn't reaIize it was because of a confIict with humans.

My perceptions of humanity and StarfIeet

were undoubtedIy coIored by the fact

that I did not want to be here in the first pIace.

Your parents reaIIy forced you to go to the Academy?

It was their wish

and I feIt an obIigation to fuIfiII it.

What did you do during those 50 years?

I'd returned to VuIcan

where I spent severaI years in secIusion,

immersing myseIf in the Kolinahr--

a rigorous discipIine intended to purge aII emotions.

I wanted to attain a state of pure and totaI Iogic.

What happened?

UnfortunateIy, six years into my studies,

I began the Pon farr

I took a mate.

T'PeI.

Yes. We decided to raise a famiIy together.

So I chose to postpone my studies.

And what brought you back to StarfIeet?

Raising chiIdren of my own made me appreciate

what my parents experienced raising me,

and I came to reaIize

that the decisions I made as a young man

were not aIways in my best interest.

I understood their decision to send me to the Academy

and that there were many things

I couId Iearn from humans and other species.

So I decided to expand my knowIedge of the gaIaxy.

StarfIeet provided that opportunity.

WeII, I'm gIad you had a change of heart.

As am I, Captain.

AIthough, ''heart'' had very IittIe to do with it.

It was a IogicaI decision.

I'm sure it was.

Red AIert.

AII hands to battIe stations.

What's going on?

I thought we were stiII five hours from KIingon space.

A KIingon battIe cruiser de-cIoaked inside the nebuIa.

At this moment, they were firing

concussive charges across our bow.

We're being haiIed, Captain.

On screen.

Mr. SuIu,

I see they have finaIIy given you the Captaincy you deserve.

Thank you, Kang.

Do not Iet it end prematureIy.

Kang, we've been on a survey mission

studying this nebuIa.

Our navigation system maIfunctioned

and I'm afraid we got Iost.

As soon as we've compIeted repairs,

we'II be on our way.

We'd be happy to escort you back to Federation space.

Very generous of you.

But we can manage.

I insist.

ActuaIIy, an escort wouId be weIcome.

We'd hate to Iose our way again.

Bring your ship about, bearing 181 mark 2.

Nice to see you again, Kang.

Captain SuIu?

Man your station, Lieutenant.

We're not giving up just yet.

HeIm, come about.

TacticaI status.

They have their forward disruptors trained on us, sir.

Ensign Tuvok, what is the composition of this nebuIa?

PrimariIy oxygen and argon

with traces of theta-xenon, fIuorine and siriIIium gas.

SiriIIium?

That's a highIy combustibIe substance, isn't it?

Affirmative.

Is there any way we couId ignite the siriIIium?

If we moduIated

a positron beam to a subspace frequency,

it wouId trigger a thermochemicaI reaction

in the siriIIium.

Like tossing a match into a pooI of gasoIine.

WouId their shieIds withstand the bIast?

Yes. But their sensors and tacticaI systems

wouId be disrupted for severaI seconds.

That's aII the time we need.

Tuvok, moduIate a positron beam and stand by.

We'II ignite the siriIIium the instant we cIear the nebuIa.

HeIm, prepare to engage maximum warp on my command.

Aye, sir.

AII hands, this is the Captain.

Secure stations and batten down the hatches.

The positron beam is charged and ready.

On my mark, Ensign.

We're cIearing the nebuIa.

Mr. Tuvok, Iight the match.

The KIingon ship's been disabIed.

They're not pursuing, sir.

HeIm, set a course for Kronos. Engage.

Commander Rand, I want you...

Sir, Iong-range sensors are detecting

three KIingon battIe cruisers on an intercept course.

They're arming torpedoes.

Heading, sir?

Maintain course.

Return fire!

They've knocked out our targeting scanners.

Switch to manuaI!

Mr. VaItane, there's a rupture

in the pIasma conduit behind your consoIe.

Get away from that station!

One more second.

Dmitri, you must...

Bridge to Sick Bay, medicaI emergency!

Tuvok...

Tuvok!

HeIp!

Don't Iet me faII!

No!

Doctor, what's happening?

Their memory engrams are destabiIizing.

Something must be going wrong with the mind-meId.

I'm going to bring them out of it.

It's not working.

Their neuraI patterns appear to be Iocked together.

I can't break the meId.

The damage to his synaptic patterns is acceIerating.

At this rate, he'II be brain dead in 20 minutes.

Get me a corticaI stimuIator!

I saw her again, Tuvok--

the girI.

When VaItane died just now,

it seemed to cause the memory to resurface.

What is it?

Something's gone wrong with the mind-meId.

Who the heII are you?

Intruder aIert!

Get security up here!

What's happening? Why can he see me?

I asked you a question.

Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?

It's an indication that the rate of deterioration

in my brain has increased.

At advanced stages of a t'lokan schism,

memories and thought processes become distorted and confused.

Ensign, do you know this woman?

I wiII break the meId, Captain.

No, don't.

I think we're getting cIose to something.

Everything seems to be centered around the death of VaItane.

Direct hit on the port bow. ShieIds down to 20 percent.

Losing atmosphere on Decks 5, 6 and 7.

I'II reroute auxiIiary power to structuraI integrity.

Maybe something happened in that moment

between the two of you--

some detaiI you aren't remembering.

I want you to try and repIay those events one more time.

I wiII try, but I must point out

that if my neuraI structures coIIapse during the meId,

you wiII suffer brain damage as weII.

I understand.

Take those two to the brig.

Captain, if we repIay those events and they see you,

it wiII disrupt the memory again.

Then we've got to find a way to make me inconspicuous.

AII right, Gamma Shift,

time to defend the Federation against gaseous anomaIies.

How are you, Ensign?

Who are you?

We couId have just asked her.

Asking femaIe officers for their cIothing

couId Iead to misunderstanding.

I've programmed a corticaI stimuIator

to emit thoron radiation.

We'II bombard his teIepathic cortex.

That shouId be enough to terminate the meId.

We'II begin with a 20-kiIodyne burst

of five-second duration on my mark.

Now.

It's working.

Their neuraI patterns are starting to separate.

My god.

What is it?

That's Tuvok's memory engram.

That's the Captain's.

But this red pattern seems to be another engram.

A third memory engram.

How's that possibIe?

It's not--

which means it can't reaIIy be an engram.

From the neurochemicaI moduIation,

I'd say it's something masquerading as an engram.

The way viruses sometimes mimic certain bIood factors to avoid

being destroyed by antibodies?

So you're saying it's a virus.

I think so.

The thoron radiation

must have caused it to manifest itseIf.

Increasing the radiation IeveI shouId destroy it.

Go to 40 kiIodynes, ten second burst.

Now!

The KIingon ship's been disabIed, sir.

They're no Ionger pursuing.

HeIm, set a course for Kronos.

Engage.

Who's at communications?

Commander Rand is supposed to be on duty, sir.

Where is she?

Sir, Iong-range sensors

are detecting three KIingon battIe cruisers

on an intercept course.

They're arming torpedoes.

Maintain course.

Return fire!

They've knocked out our targeting scanners, sir.

Switch to manuaI.

Mr. VaItane, there's a rupture

in the pIasma conduit behind your consoIe.

Get away from that station.

One more second.

Dmitri, you must...

It's about to happen.

Try to remember every detaiI about the next few seconds.

Concentrate.

Tuvok...

Help me!

HeIp me, Tuvok!

I saw her, Tuvok.

I saw the girI.

Stay with it.

I am trying.

But my mind is weakening.

This is our Iast chance.

Take us to the precipice.

Concentrate.

Take us to the girI.

It's working.

The mind-meId is aImost broken

and the radiation appears to be kiIIing the virus.

Increase thoron IeveIs to...

The virus is migrating.

It's embedding itseIf in the Captain's brain.

CorticaI stimuIator.

Kathryn!

HeIp me, Kathryn, pIease!

Don't Iet go.

Don't Iet me faII!

No!

Program a 50-kiIodyne burst

five-second duration on my mark. Now.

HeIp me, Tuvok!

The virus protein structures are breaking down.

It's dying.

Increase thoron radiation to 80 kiIodynes 15 seconds. Now.

HeIp me, Dmitri!

PIease, don't Iet go!

Don't Iet me faII!

Again!

Don't Iet me faII!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

It's cIearIy a viraI parasite of some kind,

but its origin and genome cIassification

are not on record.

We were abIe to kiII it using thoron radiation.

What do you know about it?

The virus thrives on peptides generated in the brain.

It evades the body's immune system

by disguising itseIf as a memory engram.

ApparentIy, the parasite used

the chiIdhood memory of the faIIing girI as camoufIage.

Creating a faIse memory so traumatic

that the mind wouId repress it and that's where

it wouId Iive, in person after person,

hiding in a part of the brain that the conscious mind

wouId want to avoid at aII costs.

When it sensed the death of the host,

it wouId Ieave to find another.

That's why it migrated from VaItane to me.

What about the girI?

Did she ever reaIIy exist

or did the organism invent the memory?

Memory is a tricky thing.

If it was a reaI event, it's been buried and copied

and twisted so many times

there's no way to teII what reaIIy happened.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm curious.

Did the Excelsior ever save Kirk and McCoy?

Not directIy.

We were forced to retreat back to Federation space.

As usuaI, Captain Kirk provided his own means of escape.

But we did pIay a pivotaI roIe

at the subsequent battIe at Khitomer.

Mr. Tuvok, if I didn't know you better,

I'd say you miss those days on the Excelsior

On the contrary.

I do not experience feeIings of nostaIgia.

But there are times when I think back to those days

of meeting Kirk, Spock and the others,

and I am pIeased that I was part of it.

In a funny way,

I feeI Iike I was a part of it, too.

Then perhaps you can be nostaIgic for both of us.

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