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Stay the course!

Shields are down to 29 percent.

They're breaking through.

Let them!

Sir?

Take the shields off-line
and recharge the emitters.

That'll bring them up
to full power.

The charging cycle
takes 45 seconds.

We'll be vulnerable.

We'll be dead

if we don't get
the shields back up.

Arm yourselves!

Drop shields!

Recharge cycle?

30 seconds.

There!

Time?

Ten seconds.

This is Captain Ransom

of the Federation
Starship Equinox.

We're under attack.

We need assistance.

This is Captain Ransom of
the Federation Starship Equinox.

We're under attack.

We need assistance.

Ransom.

He was in command of a science
vessel, the Equinox.

His distress call
was transmitted

approximately 14 hours ago.

Distance?

3.2 light-years.

Try to get a fix
on their location.

What's it doing
in the Delta Quadrant?

Perhaps it's searching
for Voyager.

The Equinox is
a Nova-class ship.

It was designed
for planetary research,

not long-range
tactical missions.

I've got their coordinates.

Heading 258 mark 12.

Set a course, maximum warp.
Go to Red Alert.

Hang on, Captain.

Did you know this individual?

Only by reputation.

He was an exobiologist,
promoted to Captain

after he made first
contact with the Yridians.

Species 6291.

The collective determined
that they were extinct.

So did the Federation.

Ransom proved otherwise.

I always wanted to meet him.

Too bad it won't be under
better circumstances.

I look forward to meeting
him as well and his crew.

I wish to expand
my knowledge of humanity.

Let's hope you get the chance.

We're approaching
the coordinates.

Take us out of warp.

I've got them.

2,000 kilometers
off the port bow.

They're moving at low impulse.

Intercept.
Can you get a visual?

They are heavily damaged.

Multiple hull breaches.

Warp drive is off-line.

What's happening
to their shields?

They're being disrupted
by some kind of energy surges.

Weapons fire?

There are no other ships
in the vicinity.

We're in hailing range.

Open a channel.

This is Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation
Starship Voyager.

We're responding to your...

Voyager! You've got to extend
your shields around our ship.

Match the emitter frequency.

Are you under attack?

Shields! Quickly!

Do it.

We're in position.

I'm attempting to match
their shield frequency.

Do you hear something?

Interspatial fissures are
opening on Decks 10, 6 and 1.

Tuvok.

Stand by.

Shields are holding.

The fissures?

No sign of them.

Voyager to Ransom.
Captain.

Assemble rescue teams.
Secure the Equinox.

Tuvok, you're with me.

Hello?

Is there anyone here?

See if you can bring
main power on line.

Tom.

What happened?

Some kind
of thermalytic reaction.

It's desiccated
every cell in that body.

Commander.

I can't make heads or tails
of this injector manifold,

and it looks like
the dilithium matrix

has been completely
redesigned.

We'll try to find one
of their engineers to help us.

In the meantime,
see if you can bypass the core.

Aye, sir.

Hang on.

I'm Commander Chakotay,
USS Voyager.

But...

but we're the only humans
in the Delta Quadrant.

That's what we used to think.

Come on.

Over here!

Hang on.
We're getting you out of here.

I don't believe we've met.

Ensign Kim...

and this is Seven of Nine.

I have to cut him out
with a plasma torch.

Talk to him.
Keep him calm.

State your name.

Lessing... Noah.

What are you doing on this side
of the galaxy?

The answer is complicated.

Do me a favor?

See if my legs are still there.

I haven't felt them
in two days.

Your limbs are intact.

Thank you.

Seven, give me a hand.

Do not be frightened.

Too late for that.

I'm picking up life signs.

Hello?

Is there anyone here?

No!

We're here to help you!

Take cover!

We're under attack!

Neelix to Sick Bay.

Sick Bay here.

We've found another survivor.

His wounds are not serious,

but he's suffering
from psychological distress.

Acknowledged.

My crew.

You took heavy casualties.

We're treating the survivors.

Who attacked you?

We don't know.

We can't communicate
with them.

They've been attacking
us for weeks.

Easy. Easy.

I've got to secure the ship.

Leave that to us.

No.

Treat me here.

I'm not leaving my Bridge.

I can't pull rank on you,
Captain,

but you're in no condition
to put up a fight.

So...

how's Earth?

I wish I could say.

You weren't sent here
to find us?

I'm afraid not.

We've been stranded in the
Delta Quadrant for five years.

We were pulled here

against our will
by an alien called

- the Caretaker.
- The Caretaker.

We'll compare notes later on.

Let's get you to Voyager.

We're here to commemorate
our honored dead--

Lieutenant William Yates,

Lieutenant John Bowler...

Ensign Dorothy Chang...

Ensign Edward Regis...

and Crewman David Amanti,
who all served

with distinction.

Their bravery and sacrifice
will not be forgotten.

They will be missed,

but now there is cause
for optimism.

Captain Janeway, Voyager...

on behalf of my crew...

thank you.

We'll have time to give
the newest members of our family

a proper welcome
in the days ahead,

but right now,
we've got our hands full.

The Equinox is secure,

but its primary systems
are still badly damaged.

Harry, B'Elanna,
make it your priority.

Captain Ransom
has provided us with data

regarding the alien attacks.

Tuvok, Seven, you'll be working
with First Officer

Maxwell Burke.

To kindred spirits...

may our journey home
together be swift.

Dismissed.

We should begin
by familiarizing you

with Voyager's defenses.

Can you give me a minute?

There's someone I'd like
to say hello to first.

We'll be
in the Astrometrics Lab--

Deck 8, Section 29.

See you there.

BLT.

Max...

I tried to say
hello in Sick Bay,

but you were sedated.

I remember.
I thought I was dreaming.

So... where's my sweater?

The blue one?

Class insignia on the back?

We went to the Academy together.

Ah...

Maxwell Burke.

Tom Paris.

Harry Kim.

Welcome aboard.

First Officer-- impressive.

The last time we talked,

you were about to drop
out of Starfleet.

I heard you beat me to it--
the Maquis?

For a while.

Until I ran into these two.

And it's been hell ever since.

Well, I told
your resident Vulcan

I'd be right with him.

Are you free later?
I'd love to catch up.

Why don't we all
have dinner together?

Sounds great.

"BLT"?

"Bacon, lettuce and tomato" --
it was a nickname.

A nickname?

My initials.

Oh... how romantic.

We broke up over ten years ago.

No need to go to Red Alert.

How about Yellow Alert?

You're cute when you're jealous.

- Who's jealous?
- See you on the Equinox.

Well, "Turkey Platter,"

what do you say we go to work?

Who's jealous?

Commander?

Um... I've been assigned to one

of the repair crews
on the Equinox,

and I was wondering
if I could join

a different team...
maybe one on Voyager.

Problem?

Just a little post-traumatic
stress syndrome.

Bad memories.

A few.

Actually, I could use someone

with your
engineering abilities.

Well, thank you.

Such a clean ship.

I'm used to falling bulkheads
and missing deck plates.

In a few weeks, you won't
even recognize the Equinox.

You'll be happy to go back.

Unless I stay.

You said you
could use someone

with my engineering abilities.

I don't think your Captain
would appreciate that.

He's got a skeleton
crew as it is.

Engineering's five decks down.

It's a long crawl
through the Jefferies tubes.

Deck 11.

I haven't set foot
in a turbolift

in over three months.

Claustrophobia?

If one of those fissures
opened up in here,

where would we take cover?

It's only a graviton relay--

nothing to worry about.

Do I look worried?

Emergency stop!

Um, if you don't mind,

I think I'd rather take
the Jefferies tube.

I could use the exercise.

I've run a thermographic
analysis of our shields.

It revealed multiple
stress points.

We believe they're the result

of alien attempts
to infiltrate our vessels.

Each time a fissure opens
within a meter of our shields,

it weakens them by .3 percent.

At the present
rate, we have less

than two days
to mount a defense.

According to your bio-scans,

the aliens can
survive in our realm

for only several seconds.

They're like fish out of water,

but they can do a lot
of damage in those seconds.

Nevertheless, it is
a tactical weakness.

Perhaps we can exploit it.

What have you got in mind?

If we can show them
we have the ability

to hold them here,
they'll think twice

before launching
another attack.

But the question is:

How do we catch these fish?

You build a net.

Commander?

A multiphasic
force field to be exact.

We wanted to see
what we were up against,

so we built a small chamber

that could keep one of them
trapped for several minutes.

If we could expand
on that technology,

we might be able
to create a latticework

of multiphasic force fields
around both ships.

Rudy?

If Captain Janeway agrees.

We'll need to examine
that stasis chamber.

I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

It's in our research lab.

That whole section was flooded
with thermionic radiation

during the last attack.

It'll be days
before anyone can go in there.

The design schematics are
in our auxiliary datacore.

I'll see if I can
download them.

You give me a hand?

I couldn't help but notice

your crew calls you
by your first name.

When you've been
in the trenches

as long as we have,
rank and protocol are luxuries.

Besides, we're a long way
from Starfleet Command.

I know the feeling.

You seem to run
a pretty tight ship.

We've been known

to let our hair down
from time to time,

but I find that
maintaining protocol

reminds us of where
we came from

and, hopefully,
where we're going.

It seems to work
quite well for you.

Oh, we've overcome
our share of obstacles--

warp core breaches,
ion storms,

a few rounds with the Borg.

The Borg?

We haven't seen
so much as a cube

since the day we arrived.

Consider yourself lucky.

Have you ever run
into the Krowtonan Guard?

Never heard of them.

That's how we spent our first
week in the Delta Quadrant.

They claimed we violated
their territory.

I gave the order to keep going.

I lost 39, half my crew.

I'm sorry.

We never recovered
from that loss.

It changed everything.

What do you mean?

When I first realized
that we'd be traveling

across the Delta Quadrant
for the rest of our lives,

I told my crew that we had
a duty as Starfleet officers

to expand our knowledge
and uphold our principles.

After a couple of years,

we started to forget
that we were explorers.

Then there were times
when we nearly forgot

that we were human beings.

This is a Nova-class
science vessel

designed for short-term
research missions--

minimal weapons.

You can't even go faster
than warp 8.

Frankly, I don't know
how you've done it.

You've obviously traveled
as far as we have

with much fewer resources.

I wish that I could
take all the credit,

but we stumbled
across a wormhole

and made a few enhancements
on our warp engines.

I'd like to ask you something,
captain-to-captain.

Mm-hmm.

The Prime Directive--

how often have you broken it

for the sake
of protecting your crew?

Broken it?

Never.

Bent it on occasion.

And even then,
it was a difficult choice.

What about you?

I've walked the line
once or twice...

but nothing serious.

There you are.

It's a good omen.

Let's put it back
where it belongs.

I thought I'd find you here.

How could I resist after two
years on emergency rations?

Don't get too comfortable.

If Janeway's any indication,

these people will
never understand.

They're going
to find out eventually.

Not if we keep them
out of the research lab

and away from the
warp core injectors.

And be careful what you
say around their crew--

that includes old girlfriends.

Understood.

Mm... not bad.

How's my angel of mercy?

Crewman Lessing.

I didn't expect you
to recover so quickly.

You have an outstanding EMH.

Ours can barely hold
a laser scalpel.

The Doctor is efficient.

I've been assigned

to help you sort
through our bio-data.

You saved my life.

The least I can do is
save you a little time.

Lateral shields are off-line.

How's that possible?

Fissures are opening
on Decks 1, 8 and 11.

Reroute power!

What happened?

Apparently, the aliens began
to focus their attacks

on a single shield vector.

It collapsed

before the auxiliary emitters
could respond.

It looks like they've
changed their tactics.

We may have less time
than we thought.

We've examined the schematics
of your multiphasic chamber.

It can be adapted.

We intend to create

an auto-initiating
security grid.

The moment an alien
invades either ship,

a force field will surround it.

Once we modify
our field generator

to emit multiphasic
frequencies,

it will power the security
grids on both ships.

How long will it take?

Approximately 14 hours.

We don't know when they'll
break through again.

We may not last that long.

We could cut the time
in half if we evacuate

all personnel from the Equinox,

and focus our efforts
here on Voyager.

Remember, we are still
35,000 light-years from Earth.

We should try
to preserve both ships.

With two vessels, we'd be able
to pool our resources,

doubling our chance at
finding a shortcut home.

Normally, I'd agree,
but right now,

one of our ships is vulnerable.

Chakotay's right.

We should make our stand
on Voyager.

I don't want to force the issue,

but I am prepared to return
to the Equinox with my crew.

What is the protocol
in this situation?

We have two Captains
and two ships.

Who gets the last word?

Starfleet Regulation 191,
Article 14.

"In a combat situation
involving more than one ship,

command falls to the vessel
with tactical superiority."

I looked it up this morning.

Good thinking.

In this case, protocol
recognizes my authority.

Are you ordering me
to abandon my ship?

I'd rather not have to.

And that protocol was written
in the Alpha Quadrant.

I'm not so sure that it makes
much sense out here.

The regulation stands.

Who am I to dispute protocol?

Give Captain Janeway
your full cooperation.

Rudy...

Max, that's an order.

We'll get through this.

If that's all, Captain,

I'd like to return
to my quarters

and collect a few mementos.

By all means.

Intruder alert.

Same old Max,
going through my things.

That is a command station.

It's off-limits without
my direct authorization.

I didn't realize.

You going to throw me
in the brig?

I think we can overlook
this infraction.

Can I help you with something?

I'm just doing some homework,
studying your propulsion system.

If there's a chance I'm going
to be stuck on Voyager,

I figured I better
learn my way around.

Maybe you could
tutor me over dinner.

Problem is you were never

really interested
in the work... or the meal.

Something tells me
you haven't changed.

You'd be surprised.

I'm not the...

What did you once call me?

pahtk.

"pahtk." I'm not the
pahtk I used to be.

Let me prove it to you.

Look, Max...

don't get me wrong.

It's good to see you again,
but ten years...

- Tom Paris.
- Tom Paris.

You could do worse.

So we're still on for dinner?

Just the two of us?

Get going...

or I will throw you in the brig.

Before we abandon the Equinox,

we should try to salvage
any useful components.

Let's start with your
dilithium crystals.

Mm, what we have left of them.

I'm afraid we only
have a few isograms.

That's barely enough
to power the sonic showers.

Can I make a suggestion?

Please.

Let's forget
about the primary systems.

They're too badly damaged.

Let's focus on supplies.

We picked up a few items
I think might come in handy--

uh, two kilotons
of kemacite ore,

a dozen canisters of mercurium.

Tell Neelix to make
room in Cargo Bay 1.

Right.

Could you use a
synaptic stimulator?

Depends. What is it?

It's a neural interface
you wear behind your ear.

It taps into your visual cortex

and shows you
different alien vistas.

Just think of it as
a poor man's holodeck.

So that's how you kept
yourself entertained.

Beats checkers.

The Ponea gave it to us.

Never heard of them.

We call them the life
of the Delta Quadrant.

They see every first contact
as an excuse to throw a party.

I wish that we...

had encountered
more species like that.

You're the first friendly faces
we've seen in months.

I'm glad we found you.

The feeling is mutual.

Those modified plasma
injectors looked elaborate.

What were you trying to do?

Uh, we were experimenting

with ways to enhance
our warp drive.

It didn't work.

Maybe we should let
B'Elanna take a look.

It won't work.

Um, we tried for months.

Excuse me.

Oh, hello, there.

Commander, permission
to interrupt?

Granted.

Ensign Gilmore.

That's right.

Naomi Wildman,
Captain's Assistant.

Is that so?

I wanted to officially
welcome you

aboard the Starship Voyager.

I'm glad to be here.

If you need anything--

replicator rations,
a tour of the lower decks--

I'm your man.

Thank you, Miss Wildman;
I'll keep that in mind.

As you were.

I didn't realize that you
had children on board.

Only one.

She was born here.

Mmm... I have a nephew
back on Earth...

the same age.

Well... not anymore.

I guess he's a teenager by now.

I probably wouldn't
even recognize him.

You'll see him again.

Ransom to Gilmore.

Yes, Captain.

Report to the Equinox Bridge.

On my way.

Duty calls.

Assemble a salvage team.

Aye, sir.

Once we take their field
generator, we'll part company.

What happens to Voyager?

They have weapons,
shields, a full crew.

They'll survive.

Maybe we should abandon ship--

try to forget everything
that's happened here.

A shower and a hot meal.

I guess that's all it takes

for some of us to forget
what's at stake here.

We're going home.

We can't let Voyager
stop us now,

not when we're this close.

Now, we're proceeding
as planned.

Are there any other objections?

I need each
and every one of you

to give me your very best...

as you always have.

Max.

This won't be easy.

The generator is
located on Deck 11,

next to the warp
plasma manifold.

We can't get a clean lock
without boosting the signal.

Marla, we need you to set
aside your claustrophobia

and crawl through
the access port

and set up
the transport enhancers.

Understood.

We'll have to take

the internal sensors
in that section off-line.

Noah, you're elected.

You can count on me, sir.

I'll disengage

the power couplings
from Engineering.

You'll all have time
for one last shower.

Make the most of it.

There's a minor
power fluctuation

in the security grid.

It's within tolerance.

I believe I can correct it.

The discrepancy is in
the Equinox research lab.

If we can determine
the exact frequency

of their multiphasic chamber,

1 will tune our field
generator to match it.

There are times when perfection
hinders efficiency.

This is odd.

The lab is still permeated

with high levels
of thermionic radiation.

It should have
dissipated by now.

I believe I have
an explanation--

three EPS conduits
have been rerouted to the lab.

It appears they are emitting
the radiation.

The lab was contaminated
intentionally.

Any theories?

Only one--

Ransom doesn't want us
to enter the research lab.

He has been adamant
about protecting his ship.

I thought it was
simply a Captain's pride.

I want to take a closer look
at that lab.

If we close off
those EPS conduits, how long

will it take
to vent the radiation?

Several hours.

I don't want to wait that long.

Send the Doctor.

He'll be immune to its effects.

Tell him to look for anything
out of the ordinary.

Monitor his progress
from Astrometrics.

Shall I notify Captain Ransom?

Not yet.

I want to wait
until we test your theory.

I'm in.

I've found
the multiphasic chamber.

There's some kind
of organic mass inside.

It appears to be a member
of the alien species,

but its cell structures
have vitrified.

This is more
than just a stasis chamber.

It's some kind
of matter-conversion technology.

Hold on.
There's a control port here.

Hmm.

Doctor?

The chamber contains
a polaron grid

and a sub-molecular resequencer.

It looks like it was designed

to convert
the alien cell structures

into some kind
of crystalline compound.

That function was not
specified in their schematics.

I have a feeling there's
a lot here they didn't specify.

I've accessed
their research logs.

They're encrypted, but judging
by the file headings,

they've performed this procedure
dozens of times.

More of the alien compound.

But it's been
biochemically altered.

They've extracted
the base proteins.

Its molecular structure
is most unusual.

Can you be more specific?

It appears to store a great deal
of nucleogenic energy.

I'm no engineer, but I'd say

they were trying
to convert this material...

into a source of power.

I'm going to miss this ship.

Once we get back to Earth,
there'll be plenty of women.

Status?

Ready on all fronts.

The transport enhancers
are in place

and Noah's created
a subroutine to mask

Voyager's internal sensors.

Power couplings?

Bypass controls have been
routed to our Bridge.

All you need to do
is say "energize."

Janeway wants to bring on
the security grid

at 1900 hours.

We'll have to act before then.

Tell the others
to be prepared to...

Max.

The Transporter Room's
not far from here.

Keep moving.

Captain Janeway wishes
to speak with you.

The alien compound.

Ten isograms.

If I understand
your calculations,

that's enough to increase
your warp factor by what?

.03 percent for one month?

Unfortunately, that boost
wouldn't get you very far.

So you'd need to replenish
the supply...

and that means killing
another life-form...

and then another.

How many lives

would it take to get you
back to the Alpha Quadrant?

I think you know the reason
we're under attack.

These aliens are trying
to protect themselves from you.

63-- that's how many more
it will take.

Every time I sacrifice
one of those lives,

a part of me is lost as well.

I might believe that if I hadn't
examined your research.

These experiments
were meticulous,

and they were brutal.

If you'd felt any remorse,
you'd never have continued.

Starfleet Regulation 3,
Paragraph 12:

"In the event
of imminent destruction,

"a Captain is authorized

to preserve the lives of his
crew by any justifiable means."

I doubt that protocol
covers mass murder.

In my judgment, it did.

Unacceptable.

We had nothing.

My ship was in pieces.

Our dilithium was gone.

We were running on thrusters.

We hadn't eaten in 16 days.

We had just enough power
to enter orbit

of an M-Class planet.

And lucky for us,
the inhabitants were generous.

They were called the Ankari.

And they provided us
with a meal

and a few supplies,
even some dilithium crystals.

They even performed one
of their sacred rituals

to invoke spirits
of good fortune

from another realm
to bless our journey.

But these weren't spirits.

They were
nucleogenic life-forms.

Our scans revealed
that they were emitting

high levels of antimatter.

Later that same night,

we managed to obtain one
of the summoning devices

in exchange
for an energy converter.

We constructed
a containment field

that would prevent
the life-form

from vanishing so quickly.

But something went wrong.

Get it out of there.

We tried to send it back.

We can't.

But it was too late.

We examined the remains
and discovered

it could be converted to enhance
our propulsion systems.

It was already dead.

What would you have done?

We traveled
over 10,000 light-years

in less than two weeks.

We'd found our salvation.

How could we ignore it?

By adhering to the oath
you took as Starfleet officers--

to seek out life...
not destroy it.

It's easy to cling to principles
when you're standing on a vessel

with its bulkheads intact,

manned by a crew
that's not starving.

It's never easy,
but if we turn our backs

on our principles,
we stop being human.

I'm putting an end
to your experiments,

and you are hereby relieved
of your command.

You and your crew
will be confined to quarters.

Please, show them leniency.

They were only following
my orders.

Their mistake.

It's a long way home, Captain.

Doctor, return
to their research lab

and retrieve all the data
you can locate on the aliens.

I want to find a way
to communicate with them.

Aye, Captain.

Go to their engine room.

Take those warp core
modifications off-line.

Captain?

Let's try to make first contact
the right way.

What's going to happen to us?

That's up to Captain Janeway.

You'll be confined to quarters

until we can find
a way to make peace

with these life-forms
you've been killing,

if it's not too late.

To be honest,
I'm glad you stopped us.

Living the rest of my life
knowing what we'd done...

You could've stopped yourself.

Why didn't you?

I don't know.

When the Captain ordered me
to modify the warp core,

I concentrated on the work.

I tried not to think about
how it was going to be used.

Well, think about it now
because we need your help.

Commander?

After you.

We're having trouble
making sense of all this.

The schematics are encrypted.

I can't access them.

Do you know
the decryption codes?

Your Captain's
been relieved of command.

You take orders from me now.

Do you have the codes?

Yes.

Proceed.

Think of it this way,
Ensign--

you might live with yourself
a little easier.

You said you wanted to learn
more about humanity.

I guess we're not
exactly prized examples.

I'm sorry.

On the contrary.

You've taught me a great deal.

Computer, I decrypted
this data file.

Why can't I access it?

EMH authorization is required.

Is your EMH still functional?

Affirmative.

Activate him.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

I require your assistance.

Who are you?

Your counterpart from
the Starship Voyager.

Where's Captain Ransom?
My crew?

In custody.

How were you able
to leave your Sick Bay?

This device allows me
to go anywhere I please.

In case you weren't aware,

your crew has been running
criminal experiments here.

I know.
I designed them.

You?

That's a violation
of your programming.

They deleted
my ethical subroutines.

I'm picking up spatial
fissures-- hundreds of them.

Looks like they've stepped up
their attacks.

Reroute all available power
to shields.

They're holding,

but at this rate,
it won't be long

before the aliens
break through.

Bridge to Tuvok.
We need that security grid.

We're preparing
to bring it on line.

Charge the emitters.

Bridge to the Doctor.

Sick Bay here.

Did you find anything?

Could you be... more specific?

Neural patterns,
cortical scans--

anything
that could help us program

the universal translator.

Negative. I couldn't access
the Equinox data files.

They were encrypted.

Keep studying
the information we have.

See what you can come up with.

Acknowledged.

Computer, locate Captain Ransom.

Captain Ransom is
in crew quarters,

Deck 9, Section 22.

Chakotay to Seven of Nine.
What's your status?

I've dismantled
their antimatter injectors,

but I'll need several minutes

to neutralize
the dilithium matrix.

We don't have much time.

Understood.

The Equinox crew
has been infected

with a mutagenic virus.

It may be contagious.

I've been authorized
to inoculate them.

You've all contracted a virus.

I'll need to treat you.

A virus?

Doctor's orders.

It's me.

Activate the grid.

What happened?

I don't understand.

This should be working.

I'm running a
system-wide diagnostic.

I'm reading phaser fire
on Deck 9, crew quarters.

Security, seal off Deck 9.

Shields are weakening.
They're down to 84 percent.

Tuvok to Bridge.

The field generator is off-line.

Its power couplings
were disengaged.

Someone reconfigured
the internal sensors

so we couldn't detect it.

Whatever it takes,
get that grid on line.

I rerouted transporter control
to a panel in the next junction.

We can...

They've sealed off the deck.

Don't worry.

We're getting out of here.

Shields down to 52 percent.

Captain, unauthorized
transport in progress.

It's the Equinox crew.

Block it.

They've bypassed Ops Control.

They're on their Bridge.

40 percent.

Janeway to Seven of Nine.

Seven, respond.

Damn!

What is it?

B'Elanna's erected
a force field.

I can't get a lock
on the generator.

Try overriding
the command codes.

Someone's disrupting
the force field.

It's Max.

He's using one of his
triquadric algorithms.

I taught him how to do that
ten years ago.

Shields are failing.

We've got less than one minute.

Open a channel.

If you don't stop
what you're doing,

we'll both be destroyed.

What's my alternative--
30 years in your brig?

I'll open fire if I have to.

We've been through worse.

Target their power systems.

Fire.

Max!

Stand by!

Okay, BLT, let's see
if you remember this trick.

Bridge, they've got
the field generator.

What do you mean,
they've got it?

I don't know how, but they
beamed it off Voyager.

Get us out of here.

I can't.
Warp drive is down.

Bridge to Marla.
Report.

One of their crew

tried to dismantle
the antimatter injectors.

Repairs are underway.

What about the field generator?

I'm integrating it now.

Shields are down.

Arm yourselves.

It's now or never.

Generator's in place.

I'm bringing the grid on line.

Fissures are opening, all decks!

Hold your fire!

Take it to the lab.

Sir, engines are up and running.

Set a course
for the Alpha Quadrant.

Course laid in.

Maximum warp.

Engage.

Captain!