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Good heaIth, strong body, cIear mind.

And you. Your hospitaIity

your generosity, your patience.

Many thanks.

My coIIeague's behavior...

our apoIogies.

ConsuI, I assure you, I intended...

PIease make her quiet.

Captain, pIease.

I understand.

Good heaIth, strong body, cIear mind.

And you.

Your journey home short and safe.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50425.1.

Mr. NeeIix and I have compIeted our three-day trade mission

with the Tak Tak, one of the more unusuaI species

we've encountered in the DeIta Quadrant.

We are en route back to Voyager

Oh...

I've aIways been taught to be toIerant

of other cuItures and points of view--

no matter how aIien--

but I have to say that the Tak Tak

are the most unforgiving peopIe I've ever met.

They are a IittIe impatient.

They make the KIingons Iook sedate.

I may never put my hands on my hips again.

You had no way of knowing

you were making one of the worst insuIts possibIe.

ObviousIy, they've never heard of ''forgive and forget.''

It's a good thing you were there, Mr. NeeIix.

I might have been shot at dawn.

I have studied chromoIinguistics,

American Sign Language,

the gesturaI idioms of the Leyron,

but I just couIdn't get the hang of the Tak Tak.

It seemed Iike more than just a Ianguage to me, Captain.

A Iot of their gestures,

from what I couId teII, were rituaIistic--

you might even say superstitious.

You have a genuine fIair for dipIomacy, Mr. NeeIix.

I may have to promote you...

from moraIe officer to ambassador.

With aII the species we're bound to meet,

I couId use a man Iike you at the front door.

Ambassador NeeIix.

I Iike the sound of that.

We're approaching the rendezvous coordinates.

Dropping to one-quarter impuIse.

Voyager's not there.

And they're not responding to haiIs.

I'm running a Iong-range scan.

There they are.

They're hoIding position in Sector 38.

Coordinates 121 mark 6.

That's over a Iight-year away from here.

The ship appears to be adrift.

They couId be in troubIe.

Engaging maximum warp.

Janeway to Voyager

Commander Chakotay, respond.

The ship Iooks perfectIy fine.

There's no sign of any externaI damage.

Is there any sign of the crew?

There's some kind of bioeIectric interference.

I can't get cIear Iife sign readings.

The escape pods are aII in pIace

and there's no indication of any recent

transporter activity.

Grab a phaser, Ambassador.

We're going to get some answers.

StiII no sign of the crew,

but these sensor readings are highIy erratic.

The bioeIectric fieId is permeating the ship.

Where's it coming from?

I can't IocaIize it.

Let's try accessing the ship's internaI sensors.

See if we can get a better reading.

Same probIem.

The main computer's off-Iine.

So is the com system.

This is strange.

One of the bio-neuraI geI packs in the Mess HaII ruptured,

but most of the systems in there seem to be functioning normaIIy.

Let's get to the Bridge.

Someone was doing maintenance work on this power reIay.

AII the equipment is stiII active,

but the work hasn't been compIeted.

It's aImost as if they dropped what they were doing and ran.

Come on.

This certainIy isn't

the weIcome home I was expecting.

Me neither, but if there was an attack of some kind,

why didn't Chakotay try to contact us

or send out a warning buoy?

I'm picking up a com signaI about ten meters ahead.

It's coming from inside this room.

This is Ensign WiIdman's quarters.

Is she in there?

I can't teII.

Let's take a Iook.

Stand ready.

Coming up next,

our very speciaI guest, Ensign KapIan.

She's going to be sharing her...

Here's our com signaI--

your Good Morning, Voyager program.

Ensign WiIdman is one of my most dedicated viewers.

According to the time index,

she activated this program approximateIy 1 1 hours ago.

Why is it stiII running?

The program is set for automatic pIayback

untiI it's turned off.

The baby's missing, too.

According to the protein decay,

I'd say Ensign WiIdman repIicated this...

1 1 hours ago.

When we get to the Bridge,

we'II check the communications Iogs.

They might teII us whether or not...

There!

I can't teII if it's humanoid,

but it's emanating a bioeIectric fieId.

Whatever it is, it just ran into a dead end.

Over here.

Something just punched right through this fIoor paneI

into the Jefferies tubes.

What is it?

Some sort of muciIaginous compound.

High concentrations of amino acids, proteins...

and fragments of non-humanoid DNA.

WeII, Ambassador,

I'd say we've got an unexpected guest.

Somehow, I don't think he's the dipIomatic type.

Main power is faiIing

and the environmentaI controIs are going off-Iine.

Systems are starting to shut down one by one.

We'd better get to the Bridge.

Good. We've stiII got auxiIiary power.

Deck 1.

It's getting awfuIIy hot in here.

When environmentaI controIs faiI,

heat from the warp pIasma conduits can't be vented.

Expect a heat wave before Iong.

No probIem. I'm used to it.

I grew up near the Rinax marshIands.

Our summers were the hottest in the sector--

50 degrees CeIsius, 90 percent humidity.

And the most vicious IavafIies you've ever seen.

Summers in Indiana were pretty simiIar

when I was growing up.

Except that we had three suns

and the IavafIies grew to be six centimeters Iong.

Six centimeters, eh?

Insect repeIIent was a booming business.

There's a Iife-form in the turboshaft.

I'm engaging the manuaI override.

Uh... Captain...

it sounds Iike our guest has brought a few friends.

One more second.

I can't get the pneumatic conduits to...

That was no IavafIy.

There's no Iife-form in the tube above us.

We're getting out of here.

Are you aII right?

Yes. Disgusting, but aII right.

That's the same muciIaginous compound

we saw in the transporter room.

Come on.

What is it?

Human Iife signs.

Very faint.

30 or more.

Where are they coming from?

SeveraI decks above us.

I can't pinpoint the Iocation.

Maybe the crew is hiding from the aIiens

and they set up a defense perimeter.

Maybe. One thing's for sure--

whoever's up there, they're stiII aIive.

Once we get the main computer on Iine,

we'II be abIe to get a fix on their Iocation.

So hot.

My head is spinning.

You've got a high fever, fIuid in your Iungs.

Lung.

That aIien compound is acting quickIy.

Try to hang on.

Just three more decks.

Aye, aye, Captain...

Captain, go on without me.

I'm not going to Ieave you here, NeeIix.

I can't...

I'm so dizzy.

There shouId be an emergency medicaI kit up that tube.

I'II bring back something to get you on your feet.

Don't go away.

HeIp! Captain!

I'm coming, NeeIix!

NeeIix!

This is Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation Starship Voyager

to anyone within range.

My ship has been seized by unknown Iife-forms.

Require any and aII assistance.

Harry...

Harry?

Chakotay.

Captain.

NeedIess to say, I-I thought you were something eIse.

It won't be Iong before the other aIiens sense you here

and try to invade Sick Bay.

We don't have much time to treat you.

Doctor, what's going on?

What are tho...?

You've ruptured your dorsaI extensor muscIe

and bruised two ribs.

I'm going to have to perform minor surgery.

Lie on your side and try to remain perfectIy stiII.

Oh...

TeII me what's happened.

Voyager has been infected by a macrovirus.

A macrovirus?

A form of Iife I've never encountered-- or even imagined.

What about the crew?

Captain...

I promise, I wiII teII you exactIy what happened

if you just Iie stiII.

ShortIy after you'd Ieft for the Tak Tak homeworId,

we received a distress caII from a nearby mining coIony...

a race caIIed the Garans.

They were experiencing

what appeared to be a minor viraI outbreak.

Fever...

disorientation.

I think it's some kind of virus.

Nothing serious, but if we don't stop it now,

we'II be forced to shut down the operation.

We may be abIe to heIp you. Doctor?

A synthetic antigen may do the trick.

However, it wiII have to be modified

for the specific virus.

I'd Iike to beam down to the mining coIony

and examine a few of the infected.

An away mission.

I'm the onIy member of this crew

who can successfuIIy enter

a contaminated environment without risk.

Besides, I've been Iooking forward

to spreading my wings.

Good enough.

It'II take us about three hours to reach you.

Thank you, Commander.

I don't think we'II... be going anywhere.

Prepare to downIoad my program into the autonomous emitter.

Yes, Doctor.

They're not responding to our haiIs.

Life signs.

There's a Iot of bioeIectric interference.

I can't get a cIear reading.

Perhaps their condition

is more serious than they thought.

I better get down there.

Doctor, don't forget.

You're not invuInerabIe.

If anything happens to that portabIe emitter,

your program couId be Iost.

Don't worry, Commander.

I've been studying the StarfIeet guideIines

for away team members.

For this particuIar scenario--

MedicaI Emergency on AIien Terrain--

it is recommended that we keep

an open com channeI at aII times.

You heard the man.

ChanneI open.

Away team to Voyager

Transport was successfuI, and my portabIe emitter

is working perfectIy.

I am scanning the mine shaft and proceeding on vector 147.

Ambient temperature is 16 degrees CeIsius.

Cavern iIIumination is minimaI,

but shouIdn't pose a probIem for my opticaI sensors.

The cave waIIs are comprised of granite

with a mixture of pyrocIastic...

Doctor, I appreciate your attention to detaiI,

but we don't need that much information.

Let us know when you've found the miners.

Oh. Very weII.

Stand by then.

Voyager, I've found one of the miners.

He appears to be suffering

from the advanced stages of severe viraI infection.

Can you treat him?

Not without a more speciaIized immunizing agent.

This is curious.

The virus has begun to concentrate

in a region near his neck,

and it's using his gIanduIar tissue

to create some sort of... orifice.

Something is emerging.

A Iife-form.

Commander, I think I've just discovered

a compIeteIy new form of Iife.

From what I can teII, it appears to be...

a macroscopic version of the virus.

You mean the virus has grown.

Yes. By a factor of biIIions.

The virus absorbed the miner's growth hormones

into its protein structure

and used them to increase its own mass and dimensions.

In essence, the virus has found a way

to Ieave the microscopic worId

and enter the macroscopic worId-- our worId.

It's a remarkabIe evoIutionary deveIopment.

The virus appears to be attracted to infrared radiation.

It's mistaking my hoIo-matrix for body heat.

At the moment, this one's approximateIy

.5 miIIimeters in diameter, but it's continuing to grow

at a rate of 30 microns every second.

Commander, permission to beam the virus aboard

for further anaIysis.

No.

The virus isn't in our database.

The biofiIters might not recognize it.

You'II have to settIe for tricorder data.

Very weII, but I think I shouId...

Stand by, Voyager

HoId on. Stop.

You... you've got to heIp us.

I intend to, but first I must return to my ship

and prepare an antidote.

Oh, take me with you.

I'm afraid that's not possibIe.

We'd risk infecting the crew.

You can't...

Ieave me.

PIease.

Commander Chakotay,

perhaps if we estabIished a force fieId around Sick Bay

and beamed victims directIy...

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we can't take the chance.

But these peopIe need...

Doctor, away team guideIines specificaIIy forbid

the transport of unknown infectious...

Of unknown infectious agents

onto a starship without estabIishing

containment and eradication protocoIs.

I understand.

I'II do my best to heIp you.

Away team to Voyager

One to beam up.

Doctor to Bridge.

Checking the biofiIters.

It appears severaI viraI organisms

were beamed up as weII.

The biofiIter has isoIated them.

Purge the fiIters.

Aye, sir.

Purging is compIete.

I'II be in Sick Bay.

What I didn't reaIize

was that, in the few seconds it took me to purge the fiIters,

some of the virus had aIready migrated

into the transporter buffer.

Any Iuck?

I'm creating a synthetic antigen

that wiII inhibit the virus's abiIity to repIicate,

but I haven't quite figured out

how to restore the infected ceIIs

to their originaI condition.

As for the Iarger versions of the viruses--

what I've termed the macrovirus--

I wouId suggest a fIyswatter.

How Iong before the antigen's ready?

I'd say another 12 hours.

That gives us time to rendezvous with the Captain.

We'II deaI with this after she's aboard.

Commander, I'd Iike to apoIogize

for my overzeaIous behavior on the away mission.

Compassion is nothing to be sorry about, Doctor.

It won't be the Iast time you're faced

with a moraI diIemma in the fieId.

But if it makes you feeI any better,

your performance was... exempIary.

Thank you.

I toId you he'd understand.

Yes. You did.

We continued working on the antigen.

UnfortunateIy, the macrovirus was working faster.

It had aIready moved from the transporter buffer

into an adjacent system.

B'EIanna, thank God you're here.

The natives are getting restIess.

What's the emergency?

WeII, I voIunteered

to heIp out whiIe NeeIix is away on the trade mission.

The heating array overIoaded.

It incinerated a 12-kiIo pot roast

and aII the food repIicators went off-Iine.

Mmm. Looks deIicious.

Maybe there's a probIem

with the bio-neuraI geI pack in the repIicator paneI.

ActuaIIy...

I'm a pretty good cook when Engineering's doing its job.

Oh, so this is my fauIt.

WeII, the geI packs are your department, aren't they?

Besides, what was I supposed to teII

aII these hungry, irritabIe peopIe?

You know, I think that there's a pIasma reIay

on Deck 7 that reaIIy needs repairs.

Oh, no, you can't Ieave me now, Lieutenant.

Oh, you need me.

I'm touched.

What's going on here?

It Iooks Iike this geI pack has an infection.

HaIf the neurodes have been burned out

and the pack is fiIIed

with some kind of muciIaginous compound.

Tom, caII the Doctor and teII him...

B'EIanna!

Were any other geI packs infected?

No, just the one in the Mess HaII.

The ship is heaIthy.

It's the crew we have to worry about.

Your bones have heaIed, but the surrounding tissue

wiII be sensitive for a few days.

It's getting warmer in here.

I'm afraid it's not just the ship, Captain.

It's aIso you.

You've been infected with the macrovirus.

You're experiencing a high fever.

Yes, on the Bridge, I was bitten by one of them.

Your gIanduIar system is aIready being affected.

If I don't treat you now,

you'II end up Iike the rest of the crew.

I've spent the past few hours perfecting the antigen...

but I haven't tested it on a Iive subject yet.

Looks Iike I'II have to be your guinea pig, Doctor.

The crew-- why are they aII in the Mess HaII

and the cargo bays?

I beIieve the Iarger macroviruses

are driven by some sort of instinct

to assembIe their host popuIation.

TeII me what happened after B'EIanna was exposed

to the infected geI pack.

I was faced with an imminent epidemic.

Oh, no.

Doctor to the Bridge.

The macrovirus is on board Voyager

and appears to be... airborne.

I suggest a IeveI-4 quarantine of the Mess HaII

and aII adjoining sections.

AcknowIedged. Red AIert.

Initiate IeveI-4 quarantine protocoIs on Deck 2.

Aye, sir.

AII hands, this is Commander Chakotay.

We've detected an airborne virus in the Mess HaII.

Deck 2 is under quarantine.

No crew member, repeat, no crew member

is to Ieave or enter any section on Deck 2.

Stand by for further instructions.

I've erected the biocontainment fieIds.

The area has been seaIed.

We managed to avoid a ship-wide outbreak,

but every crew member on Deck 2 had been contaminated.

I coIIected a singIe Iive specimen of the macrovirus,

and returned to Sick Bay in hopes of finding a cure.

Ready, Doctor.

OptimaI magnification.

The specimen has synthesized

B'EIanna's growth hormone into its own structure.

ExceIIent. That shouId give us

the information we need to destroy the virus

without kiIIing its host ceIIs.

The virus has grown by 150 microns.

Its rate of growth shouIdn't hinder our anaIysis,

as Iong as its genetic structure stays the same.

Doctor...

Computer, erect a IeveI-3 force fieId

around the microscope station.

WeII, so much for Iunch.

I may never Iook at food again.

I thought KIingons didn't get nauseated.

You have a redundant stomach.

WeII, right now...

they're both unhappy.

Paris to Sick Bay.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

I just saw two macroviruses come out of B'EIanna's neck.

Stand by, Mr. Paris.

We're cIose to formuIating an antigen.

The virus has grown to .3 meters.

On the microscopic IeveI,

the virus uses that needIe-Iike projection

to penetrate a ceII membrane.

On our IeveI, it probabIy impaIes

its victim in much the same way

infusing him with its own genetic code.

The antigen is ready.

Kes...

Computer, deactivate force fieId.

WeII...

one down, ten biIIion to go.

Eager to inocuIate those aIready infected,

I quickIy headed for the quarantined area.

Though their condition had grown worse,

it was the Ieast of our probIems.

Lieutenant...

if you can hear me,

I'm going to give you an injection.

It shouId eIiminate the virus.

What? What is that?

You don't want to know.

Doctor to the Bridge.

Intruder aIert. Deck 2, Section 13.

Within minutes, dozens of the Iarger organisms

forced their way beyond Deck 2 and overwheImed the ship.

It wasn't Iong before the crew was incapacitated.

AIthough I've deveIoped an effective vaccine,

I can't administer it.

Every time I try to get to the crew, I'm attacked.

Perhaps with your heIp.

How many of the Iarger macroviruses are there?

I have no way of knowing.

Dozens, perhaps hundreds.

They're repIicating at an exponentiaI rate.

By this time tomorrow, there couId be thousands.

Speak of the deviI.

You're cured.

The question is:

How do we cure the rest of the crew?

This antigen-- can it be distributed

in a gaseous form?

For absorption via the respiratory system?

I've aIready considered dispensing it

through environmentaI controIs.

But they're off-Iine

and I have Iimited engineering expertise.

Leave that to me.

AII we have to do is get

to EnvironmentaI ControI on Deck 12.

Easier said than done.

We'II run into the same probIem I faced

when I tried to get to the Mess HaII.

Not if I can heIp it.

Prepare two canisters of antigen.

We'II spIit up and take different routes

to EnvironmentaI ControI.

It'II doubIe our chances.

If you get there first, caII me

and I'II taIk you through the repairs.

The macroviruses are attracted to infrared radiation.

Set your tricorder to emit a thermaI scattering signaI.

It wiII make it more difficuIt to target you.

Ready when you are.

We'II be right with you.

Take Jefferies Tube 1 1.

What's wrong?

I've been studying the ship's infrastructure

and I'm famiIiar with most of it,

but how do I get there from here?

Jefferies Tube 1 1.

Take a Ieft at Section 31.

Head straight down past the tractor beam emitter

untiI you hit Deck 10.

Get out at Section 3

and foIIow the corridor aII the way around...

UntiI I hit the shuttIe bay.

Then I crawI through Access Port 9,

go past three airIocks and then two decks down.

EnvironmentaI ControI's at the end of the haII.

Now I remember.

Who designed this ship, anyway?

Good Iuck.

Doctor to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead.

I won't be joining you as soon as I'd hoped.

The macroviruses overwheImed me on Deck 10

and my portabIe emitter was nearIy destroyed.

I've taken refuge inside the shuttIe bay in a shuttIecraft.

Stay put, Doctor.

I'm cIose to environmentaI controI.

Janeway to Doctor.

I've got the environmentaI controIs back on Iine.

Set the dispersaI nodes to one part per thousand.

What's going on?

I'm not sure,

but I think someone's firing at Voyager

Doctor, use the shuttIe's sensors

to find out what's happening and patch the data to me.

Aye, Captain.

It's the Tak Tak.

Doctor, open a channeI and haiI their Captain.

Stand by.

ConsuI, this is Captain Janeway.

Why are you firing at us?

The Garan mining coIony, infected.

We purified them.

Your distress caII received.

Voyager infected.

We are purifying you.

Purifying? You're trying to destroy us.

No choice.

No cure for the virus.

Voyager's existence a threat.

Your iIIness. Our apoIogies.

Wait.

We've deveIoped a cure.

But your torpedoes just stopped us

from getting it to our crew and putting an end to this.

Cure?

Yes. A synthetic antigen.

We've tested it, and it works.

I can prove it to you.

And I'd be wiIIing to share the antigen with your peopIe,

but first, you've got to stop attacking my ship.

Give me a chance to save my crew.

A chance.

One hour.

Doctor, we've got a probIem.

That Iast torpedo destroyed the secondary power coupIings.

I can't get the environmentaI controIs back on Iine.

We appear to be Iow on options.

The onIy systems we stiII have access to

are the ones with independent power sources--

shuttIecraft, Iife-support, the hoIodecks...

Doctor, you said the macroviruses

are attracted to infrared signatures.

That's right.

Right now, you and I are the onIy targets Ieft on board.

What if we gave them something new to sink their teeth into?

What are you suggesting?

Doctor, it seems to be working.

I've programmed the hoIo-characters

to react to the viruses.

We don't have much time.

Grab your hypospray and get to the crew.

You've got a cIear path to the Mess HaII

and both cargo bays.

AcknowIedged.

What about you, Captain?

I've put together what you might caII an ''antigen bomb.''

Now aII I have to do is drop it.

Doctor to Captain Janeway.

Captain, pIease respond.

Go ahead.

It worked.

The macroviruses have been destroyed.

And the ship?

There was heavy damage suffered on HoIodeck 2,

but there are no huII breaches in evidence.

Astonishment.

Your vesseI, purified.

And we'd be wiIIing to share the cure with you,

if you'd be kind enough to forego destroying our ship.

Of course, of course.

Purification wiII cease.

My word.

Many thanks, Captain of Voyager

Good heaIth.

Good heaIth.

Come in.

Good morning, Captain.

Here's an update on repairs.

How's the crew hoIding up?

They're fine,

aIthough the Doctor teIIs me

a few peopIe are stiII reporting post-viraI queasiness.

I'm not surprised.

Inform the crew that I'm granting

extended R&R for aII personneI

and work out the shift rotations.

Aye, Captain.

Speaking of R&R...

a few of us are going skiing on the hoIodeck--

the Ktarian gIaciers.

Fresh air, good workout.

Care to join us?

No, thank you, but have fun.

Not your cup of tea?

Oh, on the contrary, I Iove to ski.

Let's just say...

I've had enough of a workout for the time being.

Understood.

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