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Last time
on Star Trek: Voyager...

My god.

We don't know exactly
how many vessels are out there,

but their space
appears to be vast.

It includes thousands
of solar systems--

all Borg.

We are, no doubt, entering
the heart of their territory.

Captain, I'm detecting

two residual weapon signatures
in the debris.

One is Borg.

The other is of unknown origin.

I'd like to know what kind of
weapon could destroy the Borg.

They refer to these new
aliens as "Species 8472."

Captain, it's not the Borg
that we should be worried about.

It's them.

The alien cells are consuming
his body from the inside out.

In developing a treatment
for Harry,

the Doctor has found a way
to attack the aliens

at a microscopic level.

An alliance with the Borg?

More like... an exchange.

We offer them a way
to defeat their new enemy

and, in return,
we get safe passage

through their space.

State your demands.

Can you get a lock
on the Captain?

Not yet.

And now, the conclusion.

Report.

The Borg shields are off-line.

I've got a lock
on Captain Janeway.

Get her out of there
and break us free of the cube.

Stand by all weapons.

I'm trying to energize.

The Borg are scattering
the beam.

Compensate.

No effect.

We're being hailed.

On screen.

Commander,
cut the transporter beam.

Captain?

Do it.

I have reached an agreement
with the collective.

We're going to help them design
a weapon against Species 8472.

In exchange, they've granted us

safe passage
through their space.

Cube is altering course.

They're heading toward
the Alpha Quadrant.

That's part of the plan.

We'll work on the weapon
en route.

Once we're across
their territory,

we'll give them the nanoprobes.

They appear to be holding up
their end of the bargain.

I suggest we do the same.

How do you propose
we begin this "collaboration"?

I'm going to work here
on the cube.

They have technology
that'll make the job go faster.

I want to take advantage of it.

It's not necessary
for you to stay there.

We can set up a com-link
with the Borg...

It's part of the deal.

I work here.

All right.

As long as we're cooperating...

maybe the Borg would be willing
to disengage their tractor beam.

We can match their course
without a leash.

I'll propose it.

Mr. Tuvok, transport
to my coordinates.

Understood.

We're going to make this work,
Commander.

Janeway out.

You heard the Captain.

I've replicated nearly ten
million Borg nanoprobes,

each of them reprogrammed
to my specifications,

each capable
of targeting the alien tissue.

Assimilating it?

Just momentarily.

The Borg technology will
denaturate within seconds

taking the alien tissue
along with it.

Mr. Kim, I'm about
to inject your carotid artery.

You'll feel
a tingling sensation.

Don't be alarmed.

Nice to see you again, Ensign.

It's working.

Prepare another dose
of nanoprobes.

Yes, Doctor.

Good work.

Let me know when he's
back on his feet.

Commander, I must tell you,

I have my doubts
about this alliance.

You may have convinced the Borg

the nanoprobes
can defeat their enemy,

but a medical treatment

is a long way
from a weapon of war.

We'll leave that to the Captain.

This situation is unpredictable,

so we're going to stay
at full Red Alert.

Keep all information
about the nanoprobes

stored in your holo-matrix.

Don't worry.
I'll delete myself

at the first sign of trouble.

Well... maybe not
the first sign.

We've just received word.

Tuvok beamed to the cube.

He's joined the Captain.

Keep a transporter lock
on both of them.

I'll try, but the Borg

are already regenerating
their shields.

Try matching
their shield frequencies.

It won't work.

They'll be able
to adapt too quickly.

I don't want to hear what we
can't do, Lieutenant!

Just find a way
to get our people

out of there if we have to.

Aye, sir.

They've released
their tractor beam.

Match their course and speed.

I never thought I'd hear
myself say this, but...

looks like the Borg
are cooperating.

Kes, Kes!

Kes!

What's wrong?

They're watching us.

May I ask
where we're being taken?

Grid nine-two
of subjunction 12--

our very own workspace.

It's near the center
of the cube.

These are my tricorder readings
of the bioship we examined.

I believe you will find
them most revealing.

Have you compared this
to the Doctor's analysis

of the alien tissue?

Yes. Many of the cellular
structures are identical.

The aliens and their ships
are made of the same

organic material.

Apparently so.

You have entered grid nine-two
of subjunction 12.

Proceed.

All right.

We've analyzed one
of the alien vessels

and it appears to be constructed
of organic material

vulnerable
to the modified nanoprobes.

I suggest we begin thinking

about a large-scale
delivery system--

a way to infect their ships

and destroy them
at the microsc...

We will begin.

What are you doing?

A neuro-transceiver is required
for maximum communication.

We will work as one mind.

No, that wasn't the agreement.

The neural link is temporary.

You will not be damaged.

I don't care.

I prefer to communicate
verbally, thank you.

Your primitive communication
is inefficient.

On the contrary...

we work better
with our individuality intact.

Surely, we've proven that
to you by now.

Irrelevant.
You must comply.

We "must" do nothing.

Tell your drone
to remove the transceiver.

What about choosing
a representative--

a single Borg we can work with
and talk to directly?

Elaborate.

You've done it before

when you transformed
Jean-Luc Picard into Locutus.

We will not be assimilated.

Choose a representative,
or the deal's off!

I speak for the Borg.

I'm Captain Janeway.

This is Lieutenant Tuvok.

We are aware
of your designations.

What's your designation?

Seven of Nine,

Tertiary Adjunct
of Unimatrix Zero One.

But you may call me
Seven of Nine.

You are proposing
a large-scale weapon.

We concur.

I thought you might.

We could encase the nanoprobes
in some of our photon torpedoes

in essence, turn them
into biomolecular warheads.

Your torpedoes are inadequate.

They lack the necessary range
and dispersive force.

Do you have a better idea?

We are Borg.

I take that as a "yes."

A multikinetic neutronic mine--

five million isoton yield.

An explosion that size

could affect
an entire star system.

Correct.

The shock wave will disperse
the nanoprobes over a radius

of five light-years.

That's somewhat larger
than I had in mind.

You're proposing a weapon
of mass destruction.

We are.

Well, I'm not.

You'd be endangering
innocent worlds.

It would be efficient.

We would need approximately
50 trillion nanoprobes

to arm this mine.

It would take the Doctor

several weeks
to replicate that amount.

You are losing this conflict.

Are you willing
to risk further delay?

Right now, your enemy
believes it is invulnerable.

If we create smaller weapons
using our torpedoes,

and destroy
a few of their bioships

it may deter them,

convince them
to give up this war.

You are individuals.

You are small
and you think in small terms.

But the present
situation requires

that we consider your plan.

Voyager's weapons inventory.

Photon torpedo complement-- 32,
class-6 warhead.

Explosive yield-- 200 isotons.

How did you obtain
this information?

We are Borg.

Naturally.

Commander, we have
some disturbing news.

At this point,
I'm getting used to it.

Her telepathic visions
are increasing,

both in frequency and intensity.

It feels different this time.

It's almost like...
they're right here in the room.

There it is again.

I'm trying to block them out...

but I can't.

Every time she has a vision,
specific regions

of her cerebral cortex

go into a state
of hyper-stimulation--

memory engrams,
perceptual centers.

I can't be sure, but I think
there's more going on here

than just a simple "hello."

Enhance this grid.

I want to take a closer look
at the detonator.

We must analyze the bioship.

Your data.

You're human, aren't you?

This body was assimilated
18 years ago.

It ceased to be human
at that time.

I'm curious.
What was your name before...?

Do not engage us
in further irrelevant discourse.

We are being hailed
by your vessel.

Commander, what is it?

It's Kes.

The Doctor believes

that the aliens
are accessing her memory.

If that's true,

they may already know
what we're planning.

I've ordered long-range scans
for bioships.

Nothing so far.

We should alter course,
try to throw them off.

Agreed.

Our course and heading
have been changed.

Match them and keep me apprised
of any changes in Kes.

Chakotay out.

We now require
one of your photon torpedoes

and the nanoprobes.

One step at a time.

We're not safely across
your territory yet.

We must construct
and test a prototype now.

The risk of attack
has increased.

Irrelevant.

We have an agreement.

You're asking me
to give up my only guarantee

that you won't assimilate us.

I won't risk it.

Are you willing to risk
a direct confrontation with us?

If we transport
500 drones onto your vessel,

do you believe you could offer
sufficient resistance?

We'd die trying.

That won't be necessary.

We must construct
a launching system

to accommodate this design.

Glad you could join us, Mr. Kim.

Harry, welcome back.

Thanks.
Reporting for duty, sir.

The Doctor gave me
a clean bill of health.

Did I miss anything?

Not too much.

Take your station, Ensign.

You've still got a tendril
up your nose.

Commander, I'm picking up
gravimetric distortions.

12,000 kilometers aft.

It's a singularity.

We are under attack.

They're charging weapons.

Shields.

Keep a lock on the away team.

Direct hit
to our secondary hull.

Transporters are off-line.

Shields and weapons are down.

Voyager has taken heavy damage.

We cannot let the nanoprobes
be destroyed.

We're being targeted.

Brace for impact.

The cube?

Destroyed... and it took
the bioship with it.

Tuvok to Chakotay.

Go ahead, Tuvok.
Where are you?

I'm in Cargo Bay 2...

along with the Captain...

and a number of Borg.

We were beamed over
just before impact.

We require assistance.

Tuvok? Tuvok?

Secure that deck.

Security team to Cargo Bay 2.

Paris, you have the Bridge.

Lower your weapons.

We are here
with your Captain's consent.

It was necessary to sacrifice
our vessel to protect yours.

We have an alliance, do we not?

For now, they're contained.

They've assimilated Cargo Bay 2

and are drawing energy from
the secondary power couplings.

But they've gone no further?

Not yet.
I've sealed off Decks 9

through 13 and posted security
details at every access point.

I suggest we increase security
around Sick Bay as well.

Already done.

How far did you get
on the weapon?

We are ready
to construct a prototype.

You're fit to return
back to duty, Lieutenant.

And you, Kes?

Oh, I'm all right.

The visions
have stopped for now.

The plasma burns to her
thoracic region I can treat

and I've already stopped
the internal bleeding,

but her neural injuries
are going to require some...

creative thinking.

Before we beamed out,

an alien energy discharge
struck very near the Captain.

Well, it appears to have
disrupted

all her neuroelectrical
pathways.

I'l have to induce a coma

to protect
her higher brain functions,

but I must tell you, unless
I can repair the damage...

she may never
regain consciousness.

Make sure those Borg stay put.

I want tactical updates
every 20 minutes.

Aye, sir.

Shall I resume working
with them?

Stand by for now.

The Captain wishes
to speak with you.

Please keep it brief.

The Doctor...

explained my condition.

You are in command.

I understand.

They'll push you...

they'll threaten you,

but they need you.

They need this alliance.

You have to make this work.

I want you to make this work.

Get this crew home.

I must begin.

Where is your Captain?

I must speak with her.

In our medical bay,
recovering.

You'll be dealing with me now.

Circumstances have changed.

I'd say so.

The loss of our vessel requires
that we modify our agreement.

I've been giving that
some thought.

I'm willing
to let you stay on board.

We'll continue to work
with you on the weapon.

Once we're safely out
of Borg territory,

we'll give you the nanoprobes,
shake hands and part company.

Insufficient.

Our latest tactical
projections indicate

that the war
will be lost by then.

The nearest Borg vessel
is 40 light-years away.

You will reverse course
and take us to it.

Even at maximum warp,
that's a five-day journey--

in the wrong direction.

We're supposed to be
heading out of Borg space

not deeper into it.

There is no alternative.

Look...

I'll honor
the original agreement,

but I'm not turning
this ship around.

It's too dangerous.

Denying our request
is also dangerous.

I'll think about it.

Think quickly.

A five-day trip back into
the heart of Borg territory--

it's too risky.

With those drones
and the nanoprobes on board,

we might as well have a
bull's-eye painted on our hull.

We're a prime target
for Species 8472.

We'd never survive
another attack.

What is the alternative?

I'm going to end this alliance,
here and now.

We're going to drop the Borg off
on the next uninhabited planet,

give them the nanoprobes
and take our chances alone.

They can wait for a Borg ship
to pick them up

and finish the weapon.

I'm in command now and I

have to do what I think
is best for this crew.

Tom, I want you to scan

for the nearest uninhabited
planet and set a course.

Aye, sir.

I must caution you, Commander.

The Borg may not go quietly.

We'll see.

Bring that female drone
to the ready room.

Dismissed.

Once we've beamed
you to the surface,

we'll send down the nanoprobes
and all our research.

Unacceptable.

We don't have time...

This isn't open for discussion.

I'm not turning
this ship around.

You're getting what you wanted.

I suggest we part ways amicably.

There is another option.

We could assimilate
your vessel.

If a single drone

steps one millimeter
out of that cargo bay,

I'll decompress the entire deck.

You won't pose much of a threat
floating in space.

When your Captain
first approached us,

we suspected that an agreement
with humans would prove

impossible to maintain.

You are erratic, conflicted,
disorganized.

Every decision is debated,
every action questioned,

every individual entitled
to their own small opinion.

You lack harmony, cohesion...

greatness.

It will be your undoing.

Escort our guest back
to the cargo bay.

Well, I've made my decision.

If it were only a matter

of going against the orders
of my superior officer...

You're more
than just my Captain.

You're my friend.

I hope you'll understand.

Species 8472 has penetrated
matrix 010, grid 19.

Eight planets destroyed.

312 vessels disabled.

4,000,621 Borg eliminated.

We must seize control
of the Alpha Quadrant vessel

and take it
into the alien realm.

We understand.

Class-H moon,
oxygen-argon atmosphere.

It'll do.

Take us out of warp,
and enter orbit.

Aye, sir.

Tuvok... stand by
to transport the Borg

directly from the cargo bay.

After they're on the surface,
have security run a sweep of...

I'm reading power fluctuations
in the deflector array.

Cause?

It looks like the Borg have
accessed deflector control.

They're trying to realign
the emitters.

Shut them out.

They've bypassed
security protocols.

They're emitting
a resonant graviton beam.

It's creating
another singularity!

Reverse course.

We're fighting intense
gravimetric distortion.

I can't break free!

Bridge to Cargo Bay 2.

Stop what you're doing,

or I'll depressurize that deck
and blow you out into space.

This is your final warning.

Do it.

Decompression cycle complete.

I still don't have
deflector control.

Commander,
a single Borg has survived.

We're being pulled in!

Report.

We appear to have crossed
an interdimensional rift.

We've definitely
left our galaxy.

No stars, no planets.

Let's see.

I'm recalibrating sensors.

The entire region
is filled with...

with some kind of organic fluid.

This isn't space.

It's matter.

Commander Chakotay.

We have entered the domain
of Species 8472.

Report to the cargo bay.

Paris, repressurize Cargo Bay 2.

Tuvok.

Our entry into fluidic space
has created a compression wave.

They know we're here.

A fleet of bioships is already
converging on our position.

Time to intercept:
three hours, 17 minutes.

You've been here before.

How else could you know
about fluidic space?

We must prepare this vessel
for the altercation.

We will construct a complement
of biomolecular war...

Why?
Why were you here?

You started this war...
didn't you?

What's the matter?

Our galaxy wasn't
big enough for you?

You had to conquer
new territory?

But this race fought back--

a species as malevolent
as your own.

Species 8472 was more resistant
than we anticipated.

Their technology
is biogenically engineered.

It is superior to that
of all other species

we have previously encountered.

Which is precisely
what you wanted.

They are the apex
of biological evolution.

Their assimilation
would have greatly added

to our own perfection.

So, instead of assimilating
these aliens,

you opened a door for them
to our galaxy.

There is only one
course of action.

Destroy them first.

My subspace link
to the collective

has been weakened
by the interdimensional rift.

We cannot signal for help.

We are alone.

We must construct a complement
of biomolecular warheads

and modify your weapons
to launch them.

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you open up
that rift again

and take us back?

If I do that, you will
no longer cooperate.

Doctor to Chakotay.

Go ahead.

Report to Sick Bay at once.

On my way.

Captain?

Ah, as you can see,

I've repaired her neural damage.

Ensign Kim, the Captain--
I'm two for two.

Doctor, if you'll excuse us
for a moment.

Hmm?

Eh?

Oh. Gladly.

Computer,
deactivate EMH program.

The Doctor brought
me up to speed,

but he couldn't tell me
what I really wanted to know.

Why?

The collective ordered me
to reverse course,

travel 40 light-years
back the way we came.

What would you have done?

I probably would have
reversed course--

maintained the alliance
as long as possible.

In my mind, the alliance
was already over.

You never trusted me.

You never believed
this would work.

You were just waiting
for an opportunity

to circumvent my orders.

Trust had nothing to do with it.

I made a tactical decision.

And so did I.

They've been taking advantage
of us from day one.

We made concessions,
so did they.

They lied.

The Borg started the war
with Species 8472.

We've only got one Borg left
to worry about.

We should try to disable her

and get back
to the Delta Quadrant.

We might be able to duplicate
the deflector protocols

they used to open a singularity.

No.

I won't be caught tinkering
with the deflector

when those aliens attack.

There is no other way out
of this, Chakotay.

It's too late for opinions.

It's too late for discussion.

It's time to make the call,
and I'm making it.

We fight the aliens, in full
cooperation with the Borg.

I was linked
to a collective once, remember?

I had a neuro-transceiver
embedded in my spine.

I know who we're dealing with.

We've got to get rid
of that last Borg

and take our chances alone.

It won't work.

This isn't working, either.

There are two wars going on--

the one out there

and the one in here, and...
we're losing both of them.

"It will be your undoing."

What?

Our conflicted nature,
our individuality.

Seven of Nine said
that we lacked

the cohesion
of a collective mind.

That one day,
it would divide us

and destroy us.

And here we are,
proving her point.

I'll tell you when we lost
control of this situation,

when we made our mistake.

It was the moment
we turned away from each other.

We don't have to stop being
individuals to get through this.

We just have to stop
fighting each other.

Captain Janeway.

I've relieved Mr. Chakotay
of his duties

and confined him to the brig.

I'm back in command.

And you understand
the situation?

Completely.

Tuvok, give her the nanoprobes.

Work with her.

Build as many warheads
as you can

and start modifying
our weapon systems.

I suggest we think about
enhancing our defenses as well.

If we're going
to fight this battle,

I intend to win it.

We are in agreement.

Good.

This is the plan.

We engage the enemy here,
in their space.

We show them
what they're up against.

If they have any sense
of self-preservation,

they'll back off,

pull their ships
out of the Delta Quadrant.

That's provided
the weapons are effective.

If they aren't...

it's been nice working with you.

We've got to get this ship
armed and ready

in under two hours.

We're going to war.

Borg modifications are complete.

Bring them on line.

Torpedo launch tubes active.

Hull armor engaged.

Shield enhancements stable.

Biomolecular weapons are ready.

13 standard photon torpedoes
and one class-10 armed

with a high-yield warhead.

All hands, this is the Captain.

Ready your stations,

seal all emergency
bulkheads, and prepare

to engage the enemy.

Stand by for my orders.

Four bioships
have just entered sensor range.

Battle stations.

I've got a visual.

On screen.

I can hear them.

They want to talk through me.

They say we've contaminated
their realm.

Tell them we had no choice.

We were only trying
to defend ourselves.

They say our galaxy is impure.

Its proximity is a threat
to their... genetic integrity.

Tell them we have a weapon,
a devastating weapon

that can destroy them
at the cellular level.

If they don't stop their attacks
on the Delta Quadrant,

we'll be forced to use it.

They said, "Your galaxy
will be purged."

Shields and weapons
are off-line!

Rerouting emergency power
to the launchers.

They're coming around
for another assault!

I've lost thrusters!

Biomolecular warheads
are charged and ready.

Fire.

Direct hit on all four vessels.

No effect.

They're charging weapons.

The nanoprobes were successful,
if not prompt.

All four ships
have been destroyed.

I think we've made our point.

Now open a singularity
and get us out of here.

Captain.

Kes, are you still in contact?

Yes.

Tell them if they continue
their attack,

we'll use the weapon again.

They're not responding.

Evasive maneuvers.

Aye, Captain.

They're in pursuit.

Prepare to fire
the high-yield warhead.

Aft torpedo bay.

Ready, Captain.

Do it.

13 bioships have been destroyed.

The others are in retreat.

I have regained full contact
with the collective.

What are they saying?

All remaining bioships
in the Delta Quadrant

are returning to their realm.

The Borg have prevailed.

With a little help from us.

Now, it's time you fulfilled
your end of the agreement.

Tell the collective we expect
safe passage from here on out.

We'll give you a shuttlecraft.

You can head
for the nearest Borg ship.

Unacceptable.

This alliance is terminated.

Your ship and its crew
will adapt to service us.

Resistance is futile.

Captain, she's tapping
into helm control.

She's trying to access
our coordinates.

Shut her out.

I can't.

Bridge to Chakotay.

Scorpion.

Seven of Nine,
stop what you're doing.

You're human,
a human individual.

Our minds are linked.
We are one.

I can hear your thoughts.

His link is stable,
but it won't be for long.

You must hurry.

Just a few more seconds.

I can see your memories.

You remember being human.

We are Borg.

I see a young girl.

A family.

Irrelevant.

Your appeal to my humanity
is pointless.

Almost there, Chakotay.

You've got
to keep her distracted

if we're going
to make this work.

Listen to your human side...

to yourself...

the little girl.

Seven of Nine... Annika.

He's losing the link!

Initiating power surge...

now!

Her connection
to the collective is severed.

Get her to Sick Bay.

Bridge to Doctor.

Report.

Commander Chakotay's going
to be all right,

although he may wake up
with a bit of a headache.

Tom, plot a course
out of Borg space--

maximum warp.

Yes, ma'am.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51003.7.

Three days, and no sign
of Borg or bioships.

We appear to be out of danger,

but the entire crew is on edge

and so am I.

Not even the calm
of Master da Vinci's workshop

is enough to ease my mind.

Am I interrupting?

Not at all.

I'm just finishing up my log.

The old-fashioned way.

I wanted to get as far away

from bio-implants
and fluidic space and...

and this feels
more human somehow.

I hate to spoil the mood,

but you might want
to take a look

at this Engineering report.

It'll take at least two weeks

to remove the Borg technology
from our systems.

B'Elanna did note

that the power couplings
on Deck 8 work better

with the Borg improvements.

Leave them.

How is our passenger?

The Doctor says
she's stabilizing.

Her human cells
are starting to regenerate.

I wonder what's left under
all that Borg technology...

if she can ever
become human again.

You plan to keep her on board?

We pulled the plug.

We're responsible
for what happens to her now.

She was assimilated
at a very young age.

The collective's all she knows.

She might not want to stay.

I think she might.

We have something
the Borg could never offer.

Friendship.

I want you to know
that disobeying your orders

was one of the most difficult
things I've ever had to do.

I understand.

And I respect
the decision you made,

even though I disagree with it.

What's important
is that, in the end,

we got through this, together.

I don't ever want that
to change.

Agreed.

Good.

Well...

I think it's time
we get back to our Bridge.

No argument there.