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[spirited music]

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[soaring orchestral music]

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[alarm blaring]

[dark music]

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- [grunting]

Damage report.

- Dead in the water.

Cascading failures in all primary systems.

- Get me shields, warp, anything!

- Too late. We've got incoming.

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- Impulse engines still offline!

- A torpedo explosion'll do that.

Can we get them back?

- I am working on it.

Secondary power restored. [rapid beeping]

[engine humming]

Sending fixes to your computers now.

- On it.

- Oh, no.

- How many drones can that monstrosity hold?

- My father tried to warn us.

We can't stand by while "Voyager's" destroyed.

We have to fight back.

- Losing this ship will jeopardize the timeline

and your existence.

- A risk. Not a certainty.

- It is a risk.

But wouldn't be the first time they've surprised us.

[lasers zapping]

- [gasps] The attack is refocusing on deck seven.

- Asencia's picking us apart.

- Hull breach on deck 16, now 17.

- She's toying with us.

- Starfleet distress beacon's going unanswered.

We may be on our own.

- They're targeting deck eight, portside.

- Evacuate sickbay, now!

[patients screaming]

- [gasps]

[uplifting music]

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- Those drones are anticipating our auto-targeting.

- [laughs] Bifurcating the tractor beam

oughta slow 'em down.

- Nice shooting, Murf.

- Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew.

- [exclaims] That's my crew! That's my crew!

- Chakotay, I said hold back,

but I'm glad you defied my orders for once.

- For once?

- Crew to battle stations,

we may fight our way out of this yet.

[tense music]

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- We await your next order.

- They do have some fight after all.

Now show me what our new weapon will do to them.

- You don't know what you're meddling with.

Space, time, and thought aren't meant to be weaponized.

- You talk too much, Mr. Crusher.

- [crying in anguish]

[groaning]

- Now that's a future I look forward to.

Fire the Incursor.

[sinister music]

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- [gasps]

Uh, anyone else seeing what I'm seeing?

- "Voyager," incoming!

- Fire all port thrusters.

- Thrusters are too slow.

We need to give some cover fire.

[alarm blaring]

- We're caught in the energy drain.

- Weapons are paralyzed!

- [gasps] They're helpless.

- Janeway to crew, brace for impact.

[all groan]

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- Attention, shuttlebay three has been breached

by an unidentified object.

Evacuate the immediate area.

- A hull breach, but no explosion?

- Maybe it's a dud, and we got lucky.

- I fear it's only just begun.

- [grunts]

Great Uzaveh.

[energy crackling]

[tricorder beeping]

[Incursor beeping steadily]

Fall back. Fall back!

Aah!

[groans weakly]

Uh...

- [grunting] Commander!

Help me!

- Ensign!

[grunting furiously]

Aah!

- Commander!

[both panting]

Sir? [gasps]

- Janeway to Tysess, what's happening down there?

- We are caught in a major blast wave.

There is temporal radiation spreading.

Commander Tysess is down.

- Level ten containment fields around the shuttlebay.

Remodulate against whatever that thing's emitting.

[dramatic music]

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- Get these controls back online.

- I can't!

Our reserves are getting sapped quicker than "Voyager's".

- Soon we'll need saving.

- Open a hail.

Kathryn, you're all right. - For now.

This weapon's riddled with exotic radiation.

It's decimating our ship and anyone in its path.

Tysess is in critical condition.

- Can you contain it? - We slowed it,

but only temporarily.

- And now the "Protostar" is next.

- Wherever did she get this weaponry?

- Admiral, we have Starfleet command.

- Hang in there, Chakotay.

I'm calling in the cavalry.

Admiral, just in time.

How close are Starfleet reinforcements?

- Days away. The fleet's stretched too far.

I'm sorry, Kathryn, truly.

- I don't understand-- no sign of radiation poisoning.

If anything, he seems to be dying of--

- Old age.

Congratulations, Commander Tysess.

You now have seniority. - Temporarily.

A week of Cerberusian gene therapy

should reverse the damage.

- The shuttlebay, did it appear different

within the energy field?

- It was rusted over, decayed.

- Chronometric deterioration.

It's accelerating time itself within anything it touches.

- My hip needs a replacement just thinking about it.

- Someone has to dismantle that weapon

before it erodes "Voyager" into geriatric oblivion.

I'd do it myself,

but the holo-emitters have likely rusted over.

- Anyone near it will lose decades in mere moments.

Nobody could last long enough to shut it down.

- What if one doesn't need a body?

- Zero, no, you can't.

We don't know the full extent of this radiation.

- I'm a Medusan; we do not age as organics do.

I'm the only one aboard who can endure it.

Even if I lose this form, I must try.

- Doctor to Janeway, we have a plan.

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- Mr. Pog, are you there?

- Ah, a little busy trying to keep the shields up!

- Hate to be a bother,

but I'll need my new body sooner than expected.

- Asencia's attempting to disable the "Protostar,"

just as she did "Voyager."

- There's no one left to defend them.

- That is inaccurate.

We have received Starfleet training,

which suggests we have a small but valid chance for victory.

- How small?

- I will decline to answer for purposes of morale,

but we can make a difference.

- Then lead the way.

- Attempting Starfleet Attack Omega,

Phoenix triad into a Yeager loop,

and concentrate fire on my mark.

The drones appear to anticipate

every Starfleet flight pattern.

- It's like they read the manual.

I haven't even read the manual.

- Keep going.

We have to buy the others more time.

[tense music]

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- Computer, allow force-field bypass.

- W-warning.

Hazardous levels of unknown r-r-radiation detected.

- Emergency medical authorization.

- [glitching] Emergency medical author--

author--authorization acknowledged.

[shudders, wincing]

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[grimacing]

- Jankom, I thought you were boosting the shields.

Why is the vehicle replicator using our power reserves?

- No time to explain, but Jankom will.

Zero's gonna shut down that time weapon,

so that means they need a backup body now.

- They're doing what?

- Just quit rocking the ship,

or Z's gonna wind up with a third arm.

How's Jankom supposed to work under these conditions?

- [coughing, groans weakly]

[gasping]

- Sorry to in--interrupt, Rok.

Might I trouble you for advice

on disabling an advanced time weapon?

- Of course.

Tell me exactly what you're seeing.

- Aah!

We can't take much more of this.

They're predicting our every move.

- Oh, then maybe it's time we get unpredictable.

If they know our Starfleet flight patterns,

forget your training.

[tense adventurous music]

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- Would you look at that?

- It appears the logical move is

to abandon logic altogether.

- Let's go!

[ship whirring]

- Circles?

You're gonna have to do better than that, Maj'el.

Show me some wack-a-doo moves.

- Wack-a-doo it is.

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- [gasping desperately]

Oh, I feel so tired.

It's hard to focus.

Jankom, I'm not sure

these old hands will last much longer.

[suspenseful music]

[whimpers]

- Hang on, Z.

There has to be a power relay to disable it somewhere.

- I can't find it.

Zero to all crew,

I fear the weapon cannot be shut off,

though I can reroute its target.

It seems the program can only lock

onto another Starfleet vessel.

- Then we need another solution.

- Lock the weapon onto my flyer.

I will lead it into the enemy ship.

- Maj'el, that's ridiculous.

- Wesley Crusher said I was important.

Whether this is my moment or not,

the logical choice is to always protect Starfleet.

- Not alone, you won't. - Correct.

If we are to perform the Boothby Supernova

to draw the weapon away, I require your aid.

- No one's ever pulled off that maneuver!

- Which means these drones won't be expecting it.

- Set the weapon to detonate with all chronometric energy

upon impact.

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- [groaning]

Perhaps my body will degrade, and my senses will dull,

or maybe this is the first step in a journey

of self-discovery and unknown possibility.

Either way, I'll take it with those most important to me...

My family.

[pants, groans]

- Uh, don't worry, Z.

Jankom's almost finished with your new body.

Beaming over shortly. [panting]

Zero? Zero!

[soft somber music]

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[metallic creaking]

- Zero did it.

- Get moving, Maj'el; it's targeting your flyer.

[tense music]

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- Follow my lead.

[ships humming]

Open your coolant interlocks.

Begin Boothby's Supernova in three--

- Two.

- One! Engage.

[engines roaring]

[dramatic music]

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[triumphant music]

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- Ha ha, yeah! [all cheer]

[soft uplifting music]

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- Nice flying, Nova Squadron.

- Thanks, Number One.

- Okay, I admit it. He can fly a shuttlecraft.

- [grunts] Oh! - Ooh, Maj'el.

You did so good.

- Uh, where is Zero?

- Zero?

[gentle music]

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- Don't just stare. Say something.

- Not too shabby for a rush job, huh?

- You look perfect.

- Out of any design,

you went back to your original look?

- Not quite.

I'm proud of what I made for myself then,

but it wasn't complete.

- So we added a few upgrades.

Z now has sensory inputs.

- Ooh. Oh, my.

- How do you feel?

- I feel like me.

- And that's what matters most,

even if it means we must adapt.

Today was a trial by fire, and we nearly lost everything.

Despite our injuries,

your unified efforts ensured our survival.

There was no single hero or savior.

Instead, we were carried by many smaller acts of bravery,

as we fought for each other.

Asencia's placed us on the path to war.

Admiral Jellico has requested a presence at Solum.

"Voyager" and the "Protostar" are the closest ships.

Begin repairs because we won't be going home.

Our mission isn't over yet.

- Nice speech.

It seems everyone took comfort from it, except you.

- After what I've seen today,

I worry what the future brings.

- Nothing stays the same forever.

[crackling, unsettling music]

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- What's the matter?

Not the ending you were hoping for?

[machine pulses] [groans in pain]

- That was quite the trick, showing one outcome

and hiding others in your mind.

But sadly for you,

I learned more than you realize.

Not a single ship came to their aid.

[snickers]

Starfleet's just spread too thin

and entirely unprepared for what comes next.

[ominous music]

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