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Cold, patronizing, arrogant...

I know she can be difficult.

"Difficult"?
She's impossible.

I'm getting tired
of playing referee

every time you two
have a disagreement.

If you have a problem,
talk to her yourself.

Does the word "irrelevant"
mean anything to you?

She won't listen.

She may look human,
she may sound human,

but she's all Borg.

Part of the problem
is your attitude.

You've never tried

to accept Seven
as part of the crew.

And with good reason.

Guess what she did this morning.

She took an isolinear processor

out of Engineering
without asking,

and when I went to Astrometrics
to get it back,

she had locked the door--
like that lab

is her own private domain.

What do you want me to do?

Throw her in the brig
for the rest of the trip home?

I've heard worse ideas.

Seven of Nine to Chakotay.

Chakotay here.

Report to the Astrometrics Lab
at once.

On my way.

Did you hear that?

She's giving orders now.

I'm telling you, Chakotay,
if she gets in my way again,

I am not responsible
for what happens.

You're a senior officer
on this ship.

Act like one.

Find a way to deal with her.

Astrometrics?

I've been summoned.

Any guesses what this is about?

None.

Your call sounded urgent.

It was.

I've been working
to increase the range

of the astrometric sensors

and I've detected something

that you should find
of particular interest.

A ship.

What's special about it?

I've analyzed
the warp signature.

It's a Starfleet vessel.

The ship we're seeing is
in the Alpha Quadrant.

You couldn't have extended

the astrometric sensors
that far.

No, but I increased
the range far enough

to detect a large network
of relay stations.

They are alien in origin,

abandoned,
but still functioning.

By establishing a sensor link
with the nearest station,

I'm getting readings
from the entire network.

The Starfleet ship
is within range

of one of the farthest sensors

near the outer edges
of the Alpha Quadrant.

It must be
on a deep-space mission.

I've extrapolated its course.

It doesn't look
like we'll be able

to keep track of it very long.

The ship should move
out of range in 41 minutes.

Can we use the network
to transmit a message?

Yes, but we'll have
to remodulate our signal

to match the network's
interlink frequency.

We don't have much time.

Get it done, Chakotay.

Seven of Nine to Ensign Kim.

Kim here.

I'm sending you
the interlink frequencies.

Got it.

Seven, how much longer
do we have?

16 minutes.

That should do it.

The sub-space

transceiver is at 200 percent
output and on line.

We're ready.

Open a channel.

Open.

Starfleet vessel...

this is Captain Kathryn Janeway
of the Starship Voyager.

We are in the Delta Quadrant

at coordinates
18 mark 205 mark 47.

Remodulate your signal to match
our interlink frequency.

We're receiving a transmission.

Let's hear it.

...Starship Voyager.

We are in the...

...at coordinates 18...

Bridge to Seven.
What went wrong?

I don't understand.

My readings show that the
station picked up our message

and relayed it
across the entire network.

We should try widening
the subspace bandwidth

and sending the message again.

Do it.

Transmitting.

The signal is being relayed.

No sign of interference.

Wait. It's being deflected
back again.

This is Captain Kathryn Janeway
of the Starship Voyager.

...the Delta Quadrant
at coord...

I have a possible
explanation, Captain.

As our carrier wave moves
along the network,

it may be degrading.

Can we try
a different kind of signal?

Something stronger?

A holographic datastream
might work.

It wouldn't degrade
so quickly.

It would take too long
to reconfigure the message.

- Unless...
- The Doctor.

Exactly.

Bring him to Astrometrics
and I'll meet you there.

We don't have much time.

Doctor.

You have to come with me.

Quickly.

Would you mind
at least telling me

what all this is abou...?

When I requested
more away missions,

this isn't exactly
what I had in mind.

You may be our only chance
to communicate with that ship.

When you get there,

you'll be downloaded
into their EMH system.

I'm sending an initiation
code along with your program

so you'll be
activated immediately.

We have less than 90 seconds

before that ship
moves out of range.

How am I supposed
to get back here?

When you've completed
your mission,

instruct them to move within
range of the sensor network.

With any luck, they'll be
able to send you back

the same way you came.

"Luck"?

I won't lie to you, Doctor.

A lot of things could go wrong.

We're relying
on an alien technology

to send you across thousands
of light-years.

So there's a chance
my program could be lost.

Yes. I'm asking you
to take that chance.

35 seconds.

Doctor?

Far be it from me to turn down

an opportunity
to become a hero.

I'm ready.

Torres to Bridge.

Standing by.

I'm downloading him
into the transceiver array.

Ten seconds.

Good luck, Doctor.

There's that word again.

Hello? Is anyone here?

Computer, identify this ship.

This is the Federation
Starship Prometheus.

Are we in the Alpha Quadrant?

Affirmative.

Huh.

Sick Bay to Bridge.

All right, this is Sick Bay
calling any crew member.

Please respond.

Computer, is the com system
malfunctioning?

Negative.

Then why can't I reach anyone?

Access to
the communications system

has been restricted.

Restricted?
But this is important.

Isn't there some sort of
emergency com channel availa...?

Try to lie still.

You have severe phaser burns.

What happened here?

Romulans.

They've taken over the ship.

Commander, there's
a vessel approaching

on an intercept course.

It's Starfleet.

I told you to mask
our warp trail.

I've been trying.

These new systems
are unfamiliar.

We should have left
some of the crew alive.

You'd be surprised
how stubborn humans can be.

The Starfleet ship is closing.

Raise shields
and prepare to fire phasers.

Computer, how many Romulans
are on board?

Twenty-seven.

Are there
any Starfleet crew members?

None alive.

Computer, display the design
schematic of this ship

and list general specifications.

USS Prometheus--
experimental prototype

designed for deep-space
tactical assignments.

Primary battle systems

include regenerative shielding,
ablative hull armor,

multivector assault mode.

Multivector assault mode?

Describe.

Access to tactical data
requires level4 clearance.

What can you show me
at my clearance level?

Shields are holding.

Engage the multivector
assault mode.

That system has
never been tested.

Then we'll test it now.

I gave you an order,
and I expect you to follow it.

Multivector assault mode now.

Yes, Commander.

Initiating decoupling sequence.

Auto-separation in ten seconds.

Nine, eight, seven...

Computer, what's happening?

six, five...

Computer?

four, three...

two, one.

Separation sequence in progress.

We're in attack formation.

Each section is armed
and responding to our command.

Attack pattern beta-four-seven.

Specify target.

The Starfleet vessel,
bearing 162 mark 7.

Pattern and target confirmed.

I think we should consider that
a successful test.

Begin the reintegration
sequence.

Then get me
a full damage report.

Yes, Commander.

He's hurt.

Take him to the medical bay.

Reintegration sequence complete.

Computer, is there any way

for me to gain access
to the communication system

to send a message
to another ship?

Negative.

Communications access requires
level4 clearance or above.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

Who activated you?

You did.

Automatically,
when you entered Sick Bay.

Can you treat him?

Of course.
That's my function.

Third-degree burns,
hairline jaw fracture

and a ruptured blood
vessel in his brain.

I'll have to operate.

You're a Starfleet program.

Why should I trust you?

I'm a doctor.

Whether my patient
is human or Romulan,

I'll do everything
in my power to save him.

You're welcome to assist me
if you'd like.

Or maybe you'd just prefer
to supervise.

Report to me
when you're finished.

Mm-hmm.

Computer, can I access
this ship's EMH program

or do I need some kind
of clearance for that, too?

Access to that program
is unrestricted.

Activate it.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

What the hell are you doing
in my Sick Bay?

I've been programmed to identify
every member of this crew.

You aren't one of them.

That's because I'm...

State your rank
and security clearance.

I don't have clearance.

I'm an Emergency
Medical Hologram.

I've been sent here to...

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

You're the Mark-1 EMH--

the inferior program.

Inferior?!

Beady eyes,

terrible bedside manner--
I recognize you.

But you're not part
of this database.

What are you doing here?

If you disengage
your vocal subroutines

for one second, I'd explain.

I was transmitted onto this ship
by a Starfleet vessel

over 60,000 light-years
from here.

60,000 light-years?

We don't have ships
that far out.

It's the Starship Voyager.

We were taken
into the Delta Quadrant

four years ago
by an alien force...

What are you doing?

Activating intruder alert.

That's the last thing
you want to do.

Security...

Listen to me!

This vessel has been
taken over by Romulans.

The crew is dead.

You and I are the only
Starfleet officers on board.

Do you understand?

Computer, deactivate EMH.

Computer, activate EMH.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

Now what?

I need your help!

Starfleet Security Protocol
28, Subsection D:

"In the event of
hostile alien takeover,

the EMH is to deactivate
and wait for rescue."

I'm afraid you don't have
that luxury.

There are two ships
at stake here--

yours and mine.

Now, I need to know more
about what's happening.

Is the Federation at war
with the Romulans?

No. The Romulans
haven't gotten involved

in our fight with the Dominion.

The who?

Long story.

In any case,

we need to take control
of this situation.

I'm a doctor, not a commando.

It's time you became
a little of both.

You don't understand.

The Prometheus

is an experimental
prototype, and so am I.

l... I... haven't even
been field-tested yet.

I'm not designed
for this kind of duty.

Try to calm down.

You'll do fine
as long as I'm here.

I have plenty of expertise
in this area.

Now, first things first.

We've got a patient.

You treat his burns.

I'll repair the bone fracture.

You're not serious.

I certainly am.

He's the enemy.

He needs our help.

I assume you're familiar
with the Hippocratic Oath?

You see?
You see what's happening.

The Romulans are using you.

- Hmm.
- Hmm, what?

Your holo-matrix is unstable.

It may explain
your erratic behavior.

I told you,
I'm a work in progress.

I was only installed
six weeks ago.

Stable or not, I need you,
and so does he.

He'll live.

I say we leave him and
deactivate ourselves.

No!

You're free
to do as you please.

Go cower inside the data
processor if you'd like.

I'll work alone.

We're medical holograms.

What can we expect to do
against a ship full of Romulans?

I'm not sure.

Not yet.

But I've faced
my share of challenges--

alien invasions,
macroviral infestations.

I've crossed Borg space,
traveled through time.

Have you run a
self-diagnostic lately?

The EMH-1 is designed
to function in Sick Bay only.

Voyager lost its Chief Medical
Officer four years ago.

I've been active ever since.

Four years?

No wonder you're delusional.

Your program's degrading
after being active

for so long.

I assure you
I am in perfect health.

I was saving Voyager
from annihilation

when you were only a gleam
in your programmer's eye.

Now are you going to help me
take back this ship or not?

Get me
the thrombic modulator.

Hmm?

It's the cone-shaped device.

Hand it to me, please.

Medical science has
made a few advances

while you've been off in the...

Delta Quadrant, did you say?

That's right.

We don't use scalpels
or leeches anymore.

I suggest you let me handle
the medical side of things.

As for retaking the ship,

I'll leave that
in your experienced hands.

No word.

Our link to the sensor net
is stable.

Seven of Nine is standing
watch in Astrometrics.

I tried to relieve her,

but she doesn't want
to leave her post.

She says she doesn't
need to regenerate

for the next few days.

What are you doing?

Letters home.

I started them a year ago.

One to my family...

one to Mark.

I'm making a few updates
just in case.

I know.

It's premature.

You're right.

It's probably a mistake for us
to get our hopes up at all.

We've been through this before.

All right, I'll admit it.

I just finished a letter
to my cousin in Ohio.

The Doctor is in.

Lieutenant,
thank God you're here.

What seems to be the trouble?

Well, one minute,
they were eating lunch,

and the next,
they started perspiring

and complaining of chest pain.

Hmm, no wonder.

Acute functional dyspepsia.

What's that?

Heartburn.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I don't know how this
could have happened.

I'll replicate some antacid.

We'll have you feeling
better in no time.

They're going to be
all right, aren't they?

It's heartburn, Neelix,
not the Terrellian plague.

What did you feed them anyway?

"Rodeo Red's Red Hot,
Rootin' Tootin' Chili."

Where did you find that recipe?

I've been brushing up
on classic American cuisine.

When we get back to Earth,
I want to make sure I have

marketable job skills.

Don't you think you're
jumping the gun a little bit?

The Doctor is going
to make it back

and he's going to bring a plan
for Starfleet to rescue us.

I have complete
confidence in him.

I hope you're right.

If not, I'm going to spend
the rest of this trip

treating upset stomachs.

Oh, believe me,

this is never going
to happen again.

It's just a matter
of perfecting the recipe.

Next time, I'll use
a few less chilapenos.

I've accessed
the navigational logs.

We're at warp 9.9.

Heading straight
for Romulan space.

This vessel was designed
to go faster than anything

in the fleet,
so we'll never be rescued.

We've got to find a way
to turn this ship around.

How? Waltz onto the Bridge
and take over the helm?

Refresh my memory.

Which of us has
the terrible bedside manner?

You're not my patient.

My first bit of good news.

We have to incapacitate
the Romulans somehow.

What kind of anesthetics
do you have handy?

Only the best.

Axonol, neurozine, anesthezine.

Neurozine will do nicely.

It can be distributed
in gaseous form.

Show me a schematic of the
ship's ventilation system.

Please.

All primary systems have
been rerouted to the Bridge,

including
environmental control.

It looks like there are
holo-emitters on every deck.

There are.

Unlike you, I'm not
condemned to a Sick Bay.

Get three canisters
of neurozine.

As a matter of record,
I have free rein on Voyager

and I can even leave
the ship as well.

Leave your ship?

How?

My mobile emitter--

a little piece

of 29th-century
technology we obtained.

Really?

I'm as close
to a sentient life-form

as any hologram
could hope to be.

I socialize with the crew,
fraternize with aliens.

I've even had sexual relations.

Sex?

How's that possible?

We're not equipped...

Let's just say

I made an addition
to my program.

Before you leave,
maybe you could

download those subroutines
into my database.

We'll see.

It looks like the only place

I can access
environmental control

is from the Ops console
on the Bridge.

The Bridge is swarming
with Romulans.

That's the first thing you learn

in the real world--
think on your feet.

Well, good luck then.

Computer, deactivate...

Not so fast.

You're going
to Jefferies Tube 17.

The moment I unlock
the controls,

you release the gas
into the ventilation system.

Jefferies Tube 17?

That's five decks up.

What if I run into Romulans?

Improvise.

Your journey begins here.

Traditionally, one crawls in
headfirst.

Thanks.

There you are, Doctor.

Have you completed the surgery?

Yes. Your friend
is recovering nicely.

However, I found something
disturbing in his blood work.

It seems he's been exposed

to a nasty strain
of the Torothka virus,

and if he was,
you may all have been.

I've come to run some scans.

No one here is sick.

Not yet.

I understand the stomach
cramps are unbearable,

although some say
the rash is worse.

Conduct your scans.

How far are we from our border?

At our present
velocity, 40 minutes.

Alter our heading
to 118 mark 26.

That will take us
off our course to Romulus.

There's been a change of plans.

We're giving this ship
to someone

who will make use
of its full potential--

the Tal Shiar.

I've made arrangements
to rendezvous

with their fleet
within the hour.

But, Commander,
they're expecting us...

You have your orders.

What are you doing?

I'm checking the biofilters
for evidence of the virus.

You haven't taken
any readings at all.

Hmm.

Next time...

order the chicken salad.

Oh! Am I glad to see you.

What's the emergency?

Take a look around you, Harry.

What do you see?

Sick Bay?

Exactly.

So?

So, it's not the helm
of a starship, is it?

Did you accidentally
inject yourself

with some kind
of psychotropic agent?

I am a pilot, Harry,
not a doctor.

This is a temporary assignment--

just till the Doc gets back.

What if he doesn't get back?

He'll be back.

I need your help, Harry.

Rescue me from medical exile.

How?

You're an expert
in holo-technology.

You have got
to design a new Doctor.

You really are delirious.

It took the greatest
holo-engineers in Starfleet

years to develop the EMH.

I can't just design
a new Doctor.

Think of it
as a challenge, Harry--

a chance to make history

and save your best friend
all at the same time.

Lieutenant Torres.

You are recalibrating
the relay interface.

That's right.

State your reasons for
making these modifications.

"State your reasons,
please."

It's not what you say, Seven.

It's how you say it.

I don't understand.

You may have noticed

that some of the crew
seem a bit... on edge

when you're around.

I was Borg.

I elicit apprehension.

No, that's not what I mean.

We're not afraid that you're
going to assimilate us.

We're just not used to...

You just...

You're rude.

I am rude.

Yes.

Yes. You order people around;

you do things
without permission;

and whether you realize it
or not,

you come off
as a little insulting.

You don't even say
"please" or "thank you."

Look, I don't expect you
to change overnight,

but try to remember

that we are not just
a bunch of drones.

Your attempt to recalibrate
the interface is ill-advised.

The risk of disrupting
our link is too great.

In your opinion.

That is exactly
what I'm talking about.

You haven't even been
listening to me.

I don't know why I try to talk
to you if you don't even...

Are we losing the link?

No. We're receiving
a transmission

from the relay station.

The Doctor?

What are you?

I'm Lieutenant Torres
of the Starship Voyager.

You are using our technology.

You mean the sensor network?

We thought
that it was abandoned.

It belongs to the Hirogen.
Terminate your link.

No, no, wait, please.
We just...

The link has been severed.

What else have you done
to this ship?

1 will deactivate you

unless you start
answering my questions.

If I answer them,

you'll very likely
deactivate me anyway,

so I fail to see the point.

You are nothing

but a computer-generated
projection.

I find it hard to believe

you're capable of taking
these actions independently.

How flattering.

Tell me who is
operating your program.

Is it someone on this ship?

A Starfleet crew member
we missed

or one of my own men?

Paranoia is a way of life
for you, isn't it?

The computer log shows

the ship received an optronic
datastream transmission

approximately six hours ago.

It contained
a holographic subroutine.

Who sent it?

Unknown. The data pattern
had a Starfleet signature.

So, Starfleet has managed

to sneak a holographic
operative aboard.

Very clever.

Were you only sent to spy on us

or does your mission
include sabotage?

The datastream you detected

came from an alien
sensor network.

It transferred me

from a Starfleet ship
in the Delta Quadrant.

The Delta Quadrant?

That's absurd.

This is pointless.

I couldnt agree more.

Maybe there's a better way

to retrieve information
from a hologram.

I suggest a complete
algorithm extraction.

We can analyze
his subroutines one by one.

Proceed.

Isn't there some kind
of convention

regarding the treatment
of prisoners?

Did it work?

Sorry to interrupt.

Did you anesthetize
the entire ship?

1 did, I did.

How did you manage
to release the neurozine?

I never opened
the ventilation system.

Trapped in the Jefferies tube,
alone, nowhere to run,

his smug comrade
captured by Romulans,

EMH-2 had to improvise.

Inspiration.

He accessed the main computer
and simulated a shipwide

biohazard, making the
computer think there was

a microbiotic contamination
on all decks.

And the ventilation system
opened automatically.

Presto. He then crawled
back out of the tube,

accessed the holo-emitters,
transferred here,

excused the Romulan,

saw the dumbfounded look
on his comrade's face...

The end.

You know, you really should
keep a personal log.

Why bore others needlessly?

We have to get to the Bridge.

This ship needs a crew,
and we're it.

Oh... trouble.

The Prometheus is a prototype--
top secret.

Only four people

in all of Starfleet were
trained to operate it.

I hope
your myriad adventures

included piloting lessons

because there's nothing
in my program

that will help us
fly this thing.

I've had my share of
piloting experience.

Actually... only two lessons

and they were
in a shuttlecraft...

on the holodeck,

but I showed great intuition.

Where's the helm?

You'd better intuit it fast.

We're only about eight minutes
from the Romulan border.

Ah, there it is.

This is all very...

complicated.

Stop breathing down my neck.

My breathing is
merely a simulation.

So is my neck.
Stop it anyway.

Is this a thruster control?

Don't touch that.
We don't know what it does.

It could be the self-destruct.

You look worried.

I'm just... concentrating.

You don't know
what you're doing, do you?

This is not a shuttle

and we are not on a holodeck.

Shh...

Mr. "I can leave my ship."

The voice of experience.

Let me think.

Ah, here it is.

This looks like
the nacelle power control.

So? So?

There's a little trick
I saw Mr. Paris do once.

If I can generate
a slight overload

to the nacelle coils,
it'll collapse the warp field.

What happened?

1 did it. We've stopped.

Ah... all we have to do now
is find a way

to send Starfleet
a distress signal and...

Beep-beep-beep.
Beep-beep-beep?

I've never heard
that one before.

Oh, no.

What?

I'm not sure,
but I think whatever I did

initiated a warp core overload.

You mean the ship's
going to explode?

You've got to stop it.

Ah... no problem.

What now?

Unless I'm mistaken,

and for once,
I sincerely hope I am,

there are three Romulan warbirds
on an intercept course.

We're boosting the signal gain
as high as it'll go.

I think we can cut through
the alien's jamming signal.

I warned you.

I apologize for our intrusion.

Allow me to explain.

No explanations.

Your relay network
gave us the unique opportunity

to communicate with our people.

They are very far away

and we're expecting
a message back from them.

All messages
will be intercepted.

He's trying to jam
the link again.

There must be some room
for negotiation.

Isnt there anything you might
accept in exchange for...?

What happened?

I generated a feedback surge
along our sensor link.

You killed him?

It was a mild shock.

He will recover.

And when he does?

He wasn't responding
to diplomacy.

Is the sensor link stable?

Yes, Captain.

Keep watching for the Doctor.

Let me know if our friend
gives us any more trouble.

"Mild shock."

Not bad.

Thank you.

There. I finished inputting

the Doctor's physical
characteristics.

Let's have a look.

Computer, activate the Emergency

Medical Hologram
Replacement Program.

Do you think we should give him
a little more hair?

What do you say we try
to get him working first,

then we can worry
about personal grooming.

Right. You're the boss.

What do we do next?

I've downloaded
the ship's entire

medical library and compressed
it into a single data file.

It's got all the classics--
from Gray's Anatomy

to Leonard McCoy's
Comparative Alien Physiology.

And once we transfer
all the data

into stone face's matrix,

we'll have ourselves
a brand-new medical expert.

That's what I'm hoping.

Harry, you are a genius.

Don't congratulate me yet.

This is only the first step.

Yeah, but it's a step
in the right direction.

I'm telling you, this probably
isn't going to work.

What happened
to all that youthful optimism?

Being a Doctor is a lot more
than knowing the facts.

We still have to create
analytical subroutines

to help him diagnose patients,

tactile protocols,
so he can perform surgery,

not to mention
a personality profile.

Oh, you know, I've been
thinking about that.

Maybe we should make this one
a little more... pleasant

than the old Doc.

All right. I'm ready
to transfer the data.

Computer, transfer
medical library master file

to Emergency Medical
Replacement Hologram.

Transfer complete.

Chapter one: The Animal Cell.

"All the tissues of the body

"originate from a microscopic
structure, the fertilized ovum,

"which consists of a soft,
jelly-like material

enclosed in a membrane
and containing a..."

What's he doing?

"...or small spherical body
inside..."

I think he's reciting
Gray's Anatomy.

"This may be regarded
as a complete cell."

Can you stop him?

I'm trying.

"...in nature,
but differing in external form."

Paragraph.

Listen, this is all
very fascinating...

"In the higher organisms...

but would you please
be quiet for a minute?

He doesn't have speech
recognition protocols yet.

Well, give him some, would you?

"...similar to that
found in the ovum

and usually called cytoplasm..."

What's happening?

It's an overload.

His matrix can't
accommodate all the data.

"Contain no nuclei..."

What are you doing?

I'm downloading Gray's Anatomy
chapter by chapter.

I thought you said
it was too much data

for his holo-matrix to handle.

It's not for the EMH.

It's for you.

The Romulan vessels
are closing in.

Two minutes to intercept.
Get us out of here!

I can't get this ship moving.

Try rerouting power
to the impulse engines.

Reroute power, reroute power.

Here we go.

I think I found
the relay controls.

Hey, I'm finally getting
the hang of this.

What's happening?

Sorry. I must have
transferred power

from the holo-emitters.

Well, be more careful.

If I'm deactivated,

this ship will never
get back to Starfleet.

Okay, I'm taking power
from life support.

We don't need that.
Try engines now.

Nothing.
Why isn't this working?

30 seconds to intercept.

They're right on top of us.

Hold it.
I see the problem.

The thrust initiator
is off-line.

- Stand by.
- 16 seconds.

They're charging weapons!

See if you can access
the shields.

I said...

I said shields...

Already done. Shields up.

This is the Warbird T'Met
calling the Prometheus.

Commander Rekar... respond.

Commander.

This is the Prometheus.

Activate your viewscreen.

Our viewscreen
is not operational.

We've had some trouble
with Starfleet commandos.

Where's Rekar?

In the medical bay.

He suffered minor injuries.

Identify yourself.

You first.

You first.

Repeat your last statement.

I don't understand.

State your identity.

This is Sub-Commander Almar.

Lower your shields
and prepare to be boarded.

They're already down.

Maybe there's something wrong
with your sensor readings.

You'd better not
try to transport

until we can be sure it's safe.

Lower your shields immediately,
or I'll open fire.

Immediately?

Yes. Prometheus out.

Direct hit.

Shields down to 20 percent.

Three more ships
are approaching.

We're doomed.

No.

They're Starfleet.

What are they doing?

Firing on us.

They must think
Romulans are on board.

They're right!

Prometheus to any
Starfleet vessel. Respond.

Prometheus...

It's no use.
They can't hear us.

The Romulans have scrambled
the com frequencies.

Doctor, some... thing
just went off-line.

Specifically?

The secondary gyrodyne relays

in the propulsion field
inter-matrix have depolarized.

In English.

I'm just reading
what it says here.

I'll try to stabilize the ship.

Transfer auxiliary power
to the maneuvering thrusters.

Transferring auxiliary power
now.

Good work, Mark-2.

Thanks.

You'd better get to tactical.

We're going to have
to defend ourselves.

Tactical. Right.

What are you waiting for?

Shoot.

Shoot!

There are so many controls.

Find the one that says "fire"
and push it!

It's not working.

It says here
the phasers are off-line.

Well, then fire a torpedo.

You hit the wrong ship.

It wasn't my fault.

Well, then, whose fault was it,
the torpedo's?

You're supposed
to tell it what to do.

Navigational control
is off-line.

Everything is off-line--
weapons, shields...

It gets worse.

There are two warbirds
coming right at us.

My brilliant existence
cut short...

No time to explore
the universe...

no time to smell the roses...

no time for... sex.

Initiating decoupling sequence.

What's that?

What have I done now?

Auto-separation in ten seconds.

Auto-separation?

I think the Romulans
did this before.

How do we turn it off?

I don't think we can.

...Five, four, three, two...

If I recall correctly,

this next part gets
a little bumpy.

Separation sequence in progress.

Hold on.

Specify attack pattern.

Attack pattern... alpha?

Specify target.

- Romulans!
- Romulans!

Bull's-eye!

The warbirds are in retreat.

Doctor, we've done it!

Two holograms alone...

Romulans on one side,
Starfleet on the other--

alarms beeping everywhere.

EMH-2-- newborn
but filled with courage.

EMH-1-- armed
with years of experience.

Together,
they emerged triumphant.

The end.

Or not.

Welcome to the
Prometheus, gentlemen.

It's about time.

I'm receiving a transmission
through the sensor network.

Origin...

the Alpha Quadrant.

Does it contain
a holographic subroutine?

Yes.

Transfer it to Sick Bay.

Torres to Bridge.

Captain, I think he's back.

Doctor...

report.

I... 1 did it.

You completed the mission?

Yes. Once the Romulans
were out of the way.

Romulans?

They'd taken over

the Prometheus--
the ship I was on.

But I managed
to turn the tables on them

with a little help
from a fellow EMH.

You got through to Starfleet?

I spoke directly
with Headquarters.

Apparently, Voyager
was declared officially lost

14 months ago.

I set the record straight.

I told them everything
that's happened to this crew.

They said they would
contact your families

to tell them the news
and promised

that they won't stop
until they've found a way

to get Voyager back home.

And they asked me
to relay a message.

They wanted you to know...

you're no longer alone.

60,000 light-years

seems a little closer today.