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[soaring orchestral music]

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[soaring orchestral music]

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[ominous orchestral music]

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- What do you mean we lost contact?

- The city is in chaos.

The uprising has mounted resistance against us.

They demand peace with Starfleet.

- No! No, no, no!

Launch the invasion. Open all rifts.

Strike every key Federation target.

- Opening up that many wormholes

will tear apart the fabric of subspace!

- Oh, our world is already tearing apart.

And if our enemies wish to join the Federation,

they can…in death!

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- Status report, Mr. Tysess.

- I'm detecting dozens of spacetime rifts.

More appearing every minute.

- And their trajectories lead to every major Federation

star base across three quadrants.

- Yes, she did it. [laughs]

This is what we've been hoping for!

- Whoa, wait, what?

You were hoping for Starfleet's annihilation?

- No. [laughs]

No, our chance to close the time loop,

to get the Protostar back to Tars Lamora

and fix our dying timeline.

- He's right.

Ascencia created those rifts, which means we can use them.

If we merge their energy to make a temporal wormhole,

it'll stop her invasion and we can send her ship to the past

where it belongs!

- You are suggesting we stabilize

an unstable wormhole fixed to an exact time and place?

- Yeah, that's what I said!

- With so many rifts, there's innumerable spatial variables.

The science is akin to finding a needle in a haystack

lost in the outer galaxy with only a telescope.

- Then we better start looking.

- And what if we don't find this needle?

- The paradox will unravel our reality enough

to ring the dinner bell for the Loom

to consume and erase us from existence.

- Let's try to avoid that, Mr. Crusher.

All hands, red alert.

[klaxon blaring] The odds are against us.

But if we pull this off, we need to be ready.

Chakotay, take your crew to the Protostar

to prep its final voyage.

To keep history intact,

the ship must be exactly as it was

when they found it on Tars Lamora.

- We'll help Wesley figure out the spacetime coordinates.

Four heads are better than-- scratch that.

Three heads and zero. [chuckles]

- Much obliged.

- To create the wormhole,

the data must be entered manually

from the top of Ascencia's research spire.

- Well, that's just inconvenient.

- Gwyn and I will lead an away team to the surface

and see what we can do.

We'll need all the luck we can get.

- We'll slow Ascencia's attack on the Federation

and buy you as much time as we can.

No one else is coming to save us.

"Voyager" is our last and only defense,

and we will hold the line.

Mr. Tysess, take us in.

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- Ah, good to see remodulated shields

could still fool enemy sensors.

- Those old marquis tricks will only get you so far.

We almost lost a nacelle back there.

What happened to keeping the ship intact?

- I know. I'm doing my best.

I found a gap in the transporter scramblers.

This is as close as I can get.

Away team, prepare to beam down.

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- Nice badge. [chuckles]

Ready when you are.

- [sighs] Good luck down there.

Love you!

- We love you too, Rok.

Now, let's finish what we started.

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- Oh, we couldn't get any closer?

Whatever the brainiacs come up with,

we gotta plug it in up there.

- [groaning]

- Let me guess.

Ripping apart spacetime isn't the best

for somebody displaced in time?

- I'll be OK.

The mission comes first.

I just hope our friends can figure it out.

- They will. They must.

- So we're making a wormhole to the past.

This ought to be a fun challenge.

- Well, we're already time traveling aficionados.

We did it before when we saved Gwyn with the "Infinity."

- That was across timelines in one location.

We need the "Protostar" to traverse both time and space.

- All while the universe itself

is being ripped to pieces outside.

- If our numbers are off even a tiny bit,

who knows when or where the "Protostar" could wind up?

- And if the time loop remains open,

our reality will tear itself apart.

- Ugh, wow, this is giving me a headache.

- And yet, I have a feeling

the answer lies somewhere in there.

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[deep rumbling]

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[perturbed murmuring]

[energy thrumming]

[explosions]

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- Nobody's leaving here on my watch.

I could do this all day.

- Ugh, Janeway!

- How many quantum torpedoes left?

- Not nearly enough.

[loud rumbling]

- So much for your bluff, Admiral.

[whirring and clanking]

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[suspenseful music]

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- Ugh, the main entrance is blocked.

And here I thought it was going to be easy.

- Come on. There's another way up.

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- Two years ago, Chakotay was lost

in an unstable wormhole

on the "Protostar's" maiden voyage.

- Where it was flung randomly through space and time

to the delta quadrant over Solum.

- To a future 52 years from now.

- But when the "Protostar" was sent back

through that same wormhole,

it crashed landed on Tars Lamora.

- In the past at an unknown date,

where Dal and I discovered it however many years later.

- Even if we knew that date--

- Which we don't--

- The wormhole's unpredictability

makes closing the time loop a veritable shot in the dark.

- Ugh, too many unexpected variables.

- There's something we're not seeing.

Don't close your minds. Open them.

- No guards. I think we lost them.

- But how are we supposed to get to the control nexus?

It's got to be 20 stories up. [groans]

- We climb.

- Oh, climb?

Come on.

There's got to be another-- [screams]

Nope! Never mind!

- I will hold them back! Go!

- Hold on. Uh…uh…ahh!

- Thank you. - Let's move it.

I got your back.

- For Solum!

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- I said to take evasive maneuvers. Pattern omega!

- You think I don't know that? - Sometimes I wonder.

- What's with you? You've been on me all day.

- Maybe I'm just facing facts.

- And what facts are those?

- If this ship is supposed to go back to Tars Lamora

exactly as they found it, what happens to me?

My memories, our time together--

I'll lose it all.

- We'll make a copy.

- We both know my program's too big.

- We'll find a way. We always do.

[soft dramatic music]

[tense music]

- Ugh. [grunting]

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- OK, let's go over it one more time.

2382. Chakotay and the "Protostar" first traveled

through a wormhole to…

- 2436, a future Solum destroyed by civil war.

Chakotay then sends the ship back in time…

- To Tars Lamora at an unknown time…

- Where we found it in 2383

and took it on a little joyride.

Then to save Starfleet,

we blew it up, creating a new wormhole.

- Which allowed Chakotay's future distress call

to reach Admiral Janeway.

- And why we took the "Infinity"

through that wormhole to save him…

- That's when you changed history

by sending the "Protostar" to the wrong place in time,

creating the paradox we're living in now.

- So many wormholes, but they seem to appear

randomly or by coincidence.

- The star dates, the distance, I can surmise no correlation.

- Yet every one is connected by the "Protostar."

- Oh, except here.

This is where the timeline was broken.

This wormhole never happened.

And thanks to us, it never will.

- [gasps] Unless we make it happen.

- What do you mean?

- What if Chakotay never sent the "Protostar"

back to Tars Lamora?

What if all this time we sent it there?

What if right now, today, the wormhole we make

is the reason the others exist

from Chakotay to Solum and everything in between?

- It's temporal mechanics 101.

Small changes to time don't matter

as long as we make sure the big stuff still occurs.

- So we would not need to know the exact moment

the "Protostar" landed in Tars Lamora.

- Because the wormholes are all one highway

connecting past and future.

- And the end of the road has always been Tars Lamora!

Computer, cross-reference all wormholes

with the "Protostar's" quantum signature

and our current spacetime coordinates.

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- Wow.

All these holes in the fabric of spacetime

have a common thread.

If the "Protostar" flies through now,

we can stitch them together.

- Like a needle-- the needle in the haystack!

- All we have to do is match the rift energy

to the "Protostar's" quantum variance,

time it just right-- - And we've done it!

Yip, yip! Hoot, hoot!

- Hoot, hoot indeed.

- [giggles] [laughter]

- I told you we'd figure it out.

You can put me down now.

[suspenseful music]

- Zero to Mr. Pog, good news. We have the calculations.

Sending to you now.

- We'd clap if we could,

but our hands are kind of full right now.

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- I'm never taking a turbolift for granted again.

[all grunting]

We can input the coordinates there.

- [babbling]

- Jankom, get cracking.

[tense musical crescendo]

[lasers zapping]

[dramatic music]

[gasps] She just fried our console.

How are we supposed to make a wormhole now?

- The console is only a conduit.

We can manual override,

but it'd have to be done from, uh…

the transceivers.

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- I'll deal with her.

- What? No. I'm not leaving you!

- The mission comes first.

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- Then let's get climbing.

- Ah, Jankom's arms are tired.

- You have something of mine, and I want it back.

- Are we feeling our whole self today?

Get the others. - Acknowledged.

[suspenseful music]

- Ugh! How many times must I beat you down

for you to know your place?

[dramatic music]

What?

No impassioned speech this time?

- [scoffs]

I don't need one.

- [laughs] This heirloom is mine…

as is Solum.

[laughs]

- [shouts and pants]

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You've lost already.

Revenge only brings pointless suffering.

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[groaning]

- We can't keep this up much longer.

How close are we?

- Uh, coming along.

Just putting our theory into practice.

- Dal, not to be a nag, but our window for the wormhole

is rapidly closing.

- We're working on it!

- Temporal variance, 47 millicochrane.

Adjusting aperture and direction.

[mechanical whirring]

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- [shouts]

[both screaming]

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- 90 seconds until the rift convergence.

- Almost.

Adding quantum variance, and here comes the light show!

[alarm blares]

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Ah! We got a loose connection!

- Please tell me that wasn't important.

[alarm blaring]

- Ah! The rift energy's gotta converge.

If we don't connect those cables now, we're doomed.

- Double doomed.

- Do not move.

[Murf squeaks]

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- You got this, Murf.

- [squeals]

[screeching]

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- Whoa, whoa, careful!

That temporal energy will scatter your particles

to the next century.

- I'm going to forget you said that.

- Why? It's true!

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[both grunting]

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- [gasping]

[both grunting]

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- [shouts]

[tense music]

[Murf squeaks]

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[cable whipping] - [gasps]

Gotta keep moving.

[wind howling]

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[Murf squeals]

- [babbling]

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- Our mission will not be stopped.

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[computer beeping]

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- Murf!

[Murf squeals]

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[panting]

[suspenseful music]

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[harp plays chord]

[soft dramatic music]

[Murf groans and splutters]

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- Why won't you die?

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

[both screaming]

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- I won't give up on this world.

- [panting]

- The multiverse holds a bitter truth, girl.

My home, my Solum, was destroyed,

and it always will be.

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- [groans]

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[electricity buzzing]

- [gasping and groaning]

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[panel chiming] - Huh?

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- So I will conquer this reality

until I have the Solum I want

that bends to my will.

[both shouting]

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[electricity buzzing]

[panel chiming down]

- [straining]

[shouts]

[dramatic music]

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[Murf grunts]

[Murf gurgles]

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- Something's happening.

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- They've done it.

- What?

- It's over.

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- [gasps]

- [straining]

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- Gwyndala, my will is yours.

[soft dramatic music]

- [grunting]

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- Gwyndala, our will is yours.

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[together] Gwyndala, our will is yours.

- [straining]

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- You! You traitors!

[together] Gwyndala, our will is yours.

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- I will not let Solum slip away!

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There is no…

barrier…

we cannot--

[shouts]

[wondrous dramatic music]

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- Wow, ain't she a sight?

- Dal?

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- Yeah.

- Well then, let's send that "Protostar" of yours

back where it belongs.

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- Yip-yip, we've done it.

- Let's not get too excited.

It ain't over yet. [electronic beeping]

- Captain, we're picking up a subspace signal.

It's from the wormhole.

- Put it through.

[panel chimes]

[ethereal shuddering]

- No, no, no, no, it's too early.

We had time.

- What do you mean?

- What's early?

- The Loom.

They're here.

[ethereal screeching]