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Damage report!

Shields at 60 percent.

Our fuel line has ruptured.
Attempting to compensate.

Damn it! We're barely
maintaining impulse.

I can't get any more out of it.

Be creative.

How am I supposed to be creative

with a 39-year-old
rebuilt engine?

MALE:
Maquis ship

this is Gul Evek
of the Cardassian Fourth Order.

Cut your engines and prepare
to surrender or we will de...

( cuts off transmission )

Initiating evasive pattern
omega. Mark.

Shields at 50 percent.

I need more power

if we're going to make
it to the Badlands.

Take the weapons off-line.

We'll transfer all power
to the engines.

Considering the circumstances,

I'd question that proposal

at this time.

What does it matter?!

We're not making a dent

in their
shields anyway.

You wanted creative.

Tuvok, shut down
all the phaser banks.

If you can give me another
30 seconds at full impulse,

I'll get us into
the Badlands.

Phasers off-line.

Throw the last photons at them

and then give me the power
from the torpedo systems.

Acknowledged.
Firing photons.

Are you reading any
plasma storms ahead?

One.
Coordinates 171 mark 43.

That's where I'm going.

Plasma storm density
increasing by 14 percent.

Twenty...

Twenty-five...

Hold on!

Cardassian ship
is not reducing power.

They're following us in.

Gul Evek must feel daring today.

TUVOK:
They've taken a hit
on their port blade.

They're sending out
a distress signal

on all Cardassian frequencies.

Can you plot a course

through these plasma
fields, Mr. Tuvok?

Storm's activity is typically
widespread in this vicinity.

I can plot a course,
but I'm afraid it will require

an indirect route.

We can use the time
to make some repairs.

What was that?

Curious.

We just passed through some kind

of coherent
tetryon beam.

Source?

Unknown.

Now there appears to be

a massive displacement wave
moving toward us.

Another storm?

It's not a plasma phenomenon.

At current speeds

it will intercept us
in less than 30 seconds.

Anything left in those
impulse generators, B'Elanna?

We'll find out.

Still exceeding
our speed.

Maximum power.

Wave is continuing
to accelerate.

It will intercept us

in eight seconds.

Five.

( anklet beeping )

WOMAN:
Tom Paris?

Kathryn Janeway.

I served with your father
on the Al-Batani.

I wonder if we could
go somewhere and talk?

About what?

About a job we'd like
you to do for us.

I'm already doing a job...

for the Federation.

I've been told
the Rehab Commission

is very pleased with your work.

They've given me their approval
to discuss this matter with you.

Well, then I guess I'm yours.

Your father taught
me a great deal.

I was his Science Officer
during the Arias Expedition.

You must be good.

My father only accepts
the best and the brightest.

I'm leaving on a mission
to find a Maquis ship

that disappeared in
the Badlands a week ago.

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Really?

I've never seen
a Federation starship

that could maneuver
through the plasma storms.

You've never
seen Voyager.

We'd like you
to come along.

You'd like me to lead you
to my former colleagues.

I was only with the Maquis
a few weeks

before I was
captured, Captain.

I don't know where most
of their hiding places are.

You know
the territory

better than anyone
we've got.

What's so important

about this particular
Maquis ship?

My Chief of Security was
on board-- undercover.

He was supposed
to report in twice

during the
last six days.

He didn't.

Maybe it's just
your Chief of Security

who's disappeared.

Maybe.

That ship
was under
the command

of another
former

Starfleet
officer

named Chakotay.

I understand
you knew him.

That's right.

The two of you
didn't get along

too well, I'm told.

Chakotay will tell you
he left Starfleet on principle--

to defend his home colony
from the Cardassians.

I, on the other hand,
was forced to resign.

He considered me
a mercenary--

willing to fight for anyone
who'd pay my bar bills.

The trouble is
he was right.

I have no problem helping you

track down my "friends"
in the Maquis, Captain.

All I need to know from you
is what's in it for me?

You help us find that ship

we help you
at your next outmate review.

Uh-huh.

Officially, you'd be

a Starfleet observer
during the mission.

Observer?!

Oh, hell, I'm the best pilot
you could have.

You'll be an observer.

When it's over,
you're cut loose.

Story of my life.

Stadi, you're changing
my mind about Betazoids.

Good.

Oh, that wasn't
a compliment.

Until today, I
always considered

your people
warm and sensual.

I can be warm and sensual.

Just not to me.

Do you always fly at women
at warp speed, Mr. Paris?

Only when they're
in visual range.

That's our ship.

That's Voyager.

Intrepid-class--

sustainable cruise
velocity of warp factor

9.975.

15 decks, crew
complement of 141.

Bio-neural
circuitry.

Bio-neural?

Some of the
traditional

circuitry has been
replaced by gel packs

that contain
bio-neural cells.

They organize information
more efficiently--

speed up response time.

If I may say so,
it's been my special pleasure

to see many new officers
like yourself

come through these portals.

Your parents must be
very proud, my boy.

You know, on an
occasion like this...

I'm really
not interested.

Interested?

You were about to try
to sell me something, right?

I was merely going to suggest

that your parents
might appreciate a memento

of your first
mission.

And you happen to have several
to choose from?

I do carry a select line

of unique artifacts
and gemstones

indigenous
to this region.

Why, quite recently,

I acquired these
Lobi crystals

from a very strange
creature called a Morn.

We were warned about the Ferengi
at the Academy.

Warned about Ferengi, were you?

That's right.

Slurs about my people
at Starfleet Academy.

What I meant was...

Here I am,
trying to be

a cordial host,
knowing

how much a young officer's
parents would appreciate

a token of his love on the eve
of a dangerous mission

and what do I get
for my trouble?

Scurrilous insults.

Well, somebody's

going to hear
about this.

What's your name, son?

My... name?

You have one,
I presume?

Kim, Harry Kim, but I...

And who was it

at the Academy
who warned you

about Ferengi?

You know, I think
a memento for my parents

would be a great idea.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

KIM:
Really, one of these

would make a great pendant
for my mother.

Or cufflinks
for your father.

Cufflinks.
Great idea.

They're not for sale.

Now, inform your
commanding officer

that the Federation
Council can expect

an official query...

How much for the entire tray?

Cash or credit?

PARIS:
Dazzling,
aren't they?

As bright as a
Koladan diamond.

Brighter.

Hard to believe
you can find them

on any planet in the system.

That's an exaggeration.

You know,

there's a shop
at the Volnar Colony

that sells
a dozen assorted shapes

for one Cardassian lek.

How much are you
selling these for?

We were just about
to negotiate the price.

Come on.

Thanks.

Didn't they warn
you about Ferengi

at the Academy?

Run a level-3 diagnostic
just to be sure.

Can I help you?

Tom Paris,
reporting on board.

Oh, yes.

The observer.

PARIS:
That's me.

As a matter
of fact,

I seem to be observing

some kind of problem
right now...

Doctor.

I was a surgeon
at the hospital on Caldik Prime

the same time you were
stationed there.

We never actually met.

Your medical records
have arrived

from your last posting,
Mr. Paris.

Everything seems to be
in order.

The Captain asked
if you were on board.

You should check in with her.

Uh...

I haven't paid my respects
to the Captain yet either.

Well, Mr. Kim,
that would be a good thing

for a new
Operations Officer to do.

( door opens )

What was that all about?

It's a long story, Harry

and I'm tired of telling it.

I'm sure someone around here
will tell you before long.

MAN:
The doctor called.

And?

And I was right.

She's pregnant?

Puppies are due
in seven weeks.

Oh, Mark, you've got to
take her home with you.

With me?

I just got the rugs cleaned.

She's with child.

I can't leave her
in a kennel while I...

Is this another "love me,

love my dog" demand?

Yes.

How could I
ever refuse you?

Thanks, honey.

So when are you leaving?

As soon as I approve
these system status reports.

All right, then I won't
bother you anymore.

Hey...

you never bother me.

Except the way I love
to be bothered.

Understand?

I'll remember that.

See you in a few weeks.

Oh, Mark, go by my house
and pick up the doggy bed.

She'll be more comfortable.

I already did.

An hour ago.

( door chimes )

Come in.

Gentlemen,
welcome aboard Voyager.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Kim...

at ease before you
sprain something.

Ensign, despite
Starfleet protocol

I don't like being
addressed as "sir."

I'm sorry... ma'am.

"Ma'am" is acceptable
in a crunch,

but I prefer "Captain."

We're getting
ready to leave.

Let me show you to the Bridge.

Did you have
any problems

getting here, Mr. Paris?

None at all, Captain.

JANEWAY:
My First Officer,
Lieutenant Commander Cavit.

Ensign Kim,
Mr. Paris.

Welcome aboard.

JANEWAY:
Ensign Kim

this is your station.

Would you like to take over?

Yes, ma'am.

It's not crunch time yet,
Mr. Kim.

I'll let you know when.

Lieutenant Stadi,
lay in the course

and clear our departure
with Operations.

Course entered,
Ops has cleared us.

Ready thrusters.

Thrusters ready.

Initiate
launching sequence.

STADI:
Sequence underway.

Engage.

Tomato soup.

COMPUTER:
There are 14 varieties
of tomato soup available

from this replicator--
with rice, with vegetables,

Bolian-style,
with pasta, with...

Plain.

COMPUTER:
Specify hot or chilled.

Hot!

Hot, plain tomato soup.

There, you see?

I told you
it wouldn't take long.

Is it true?

Was the accident my fault?

Yes-- pilot error--

but it took me
a while to admit it.

Ugh! 14 varieties

and they can't even get
plain tomato soup right.

They said you
falsified reports.

That's right.

Why?

What's the difference?
I lied.

But then you came forward

and you admitted
that it was your fault?

I'll tell you the truth, Harry.

All I had to do
was keep my mouth shut

and I was home free...

but I couldn't.

The ghosts of those
three dead officers

came to me
in the middle of the night

and taught me
the true meaning of Christmas.

So I confessed--

worst mistake I ever made
but not my last.

After they cashiered me
out of Starfleet,

I went out looking for a fight
and found the Maquis,

and on my first assignment,
I was caught.

That must have been
especially tough for you,

being the son
of an admiral.

Frankly, I think it was tougher
on my father than it was on me.

Look.

I know those guys told you
to stay away from me,

and you know what?

You ought to listen to them.

I'm not exactly
a good-luck charm.

I don't need anyone
to choose my friends for me.

Janeway to Paris.

Go ahead.

Report to the Bridge.

We're approaching the Badlands.

CAVIT:
The plasma storms were measured
at levels three and four.

JANEWAY:
The Cardassians gave us
the last known heading

of the Maquis ship,
and we have charts

of the plasma storm activity
the day it disappeared.

With a little help,

we might be able to
approximate its course.

PARIS:
I'd guess

they were trying to get
to one of the M-Class

planetoids in
the Terikof Belt.

That's beyond
the Moriya system

The plasma storms
would have

forced them in
this direction.

JANEWAY:
Adjust our course to match.

Aye, Captain.

The Cardassians
claim they forced

the Maquis ship
into a plasma storm

where it was destroyed,

but our probes haven't
picked up any debris.

A plasma storm
might not leave

any debris.

We'd still be able to pick up

a resonance trace
from the warp core.

KIM:
Captain.

I'm reading a coherent
tetryon beam scanning us.

Origin, Mr. Kim?

I'm not sure.

There's also a displacement wave
moving toward us.

On screen.

JANEWAY:
Analysis.

Some kind of polarized
magnetic variation.

We might be able to disperse it
with a graviton particle field.

Do it.

Red Alert.

Move us away from
it, Lieutenant.

New heading 41 mark 180.

Initiating graviton field.

The graviton field
had no effect.

Full impulse.

The wave will intercept us
in 12 seconds.

Can we go to warp?

Not until we clear
the plasma field, Captain.

KIM:
Five seconds.

Brace for impact.

Three...

( Cavit groans )

( console beeping )

Report.

Hull breach, deck 14.

Com lines
to Engineering are down.

Trying to reestablish.

Repair crews, seal off
hull breach on deck 14.

Aye, Captain.

CREWMAN:
Casualty reports
coming in.

Sick Bay is
not responding.

Bridge to Sick Bay.

Doctor, can you hear me?

Paris,
how's Stadi?

She's dead.

Captain, there's
something out there.

I need a better description
than that, Mr. Kim.

I don't know.

I'm reading...

I'm not sure what I'm reading.

Can you get
the viewscreen operational?

I'm trying.

Captain

if these sensors are working

we're over 70,000 light-years
from where we were.

We're on the other side
of the galaxy.

KIM:
I'm not reading
any life signs

on the Maquis ship.

What about on that...
that Array?

Our sensors can't
penetrate it.

Any idea
what those pulses are

that are coming from it,
Mr. Kim?

Massive bursts
of radiant energy.

They seem to be directed

toward a nearby
G-type star system.

Try hailing the Array.

Engineering to Bridge.

We have severe damage.
The chief's dead.

Possibility
of a warp core breach.

Secure all engineering systems.
I'm on my way.

No response
from the Array.

Ensign, get down to Sick Bay.
See what's going on.

Mr. Rollins,
the Bridge is yours.

Aye, Captain.

Harry, wait for me.

They must have been

right next to the console
when it exploded.

COMPUTER:
Warning. Warp core
micro-fracture.

Breach imminent.

What's the warp core pressure?

MAN:
2,100 kilopascals.

Lock down
the magnetic constrictors.

If we lock them down
at these pressure levels,

we might not be able
to reinitialize

the dilithium reaction.

COMPUTER:
Warning.

Warp core microfracture.
Breach imminent.

We don't have a choice.

We've got to get
the reaction rate

down before we
try to seal it.

Computer, initiate

emergency medical
holographic program.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

KIM:
Multiple percussive injuries.

Status of your doctor?

He's dead.

.4cc's of trianoline.

Trianoline?

We lost our nurse, too.

( sighs )

How soon are replacement
medical personnel expected?

That could be
a problem.

We're pretty far away
from replacements right now.

Tricorder.

Medical tricorder.

( sighs )

A replacement must be requested
as soon as possible.

I am programmed
only as a short-term

emergency supplement
to the medical team.

Well, we may be stuck
with you for a while, Doc.

There's no need for concern.

I am capable of treating
any injury or disease.

No concussion.
You'll be fine.

Clean him up.

Unlock the magnetic
constrictors.

MAN:
Constrictors on line.

Pressure?

It's working.

2,500 kilopascals
and holding.

Bridge to Janeway.

We're being scanned
by the Array, Captain.

It's penetrated our shields.

What kind of scan?

( static )

Bridge?

Janeway to Bridge.
Respond.

( whoosh )

Initiate emergency lock off.

( whooshing )

You're not seriously hurt.
You can return to your station.

( whooshing )

( whooshing disappearances
continue )

This is the emergency
holographic doctor speaking.

I gave no permission

for anyone to be transported
out of Sick Bay.

Hello.

Sick Bay to Bridge.

( sighs )

I believe someone has failed
to terminate my program.

Please respond.

( horse whinnies )

( tricorder beeping )

Come up here.

Come on now.

I have a pitcher

Captain?

Don't believe your eyes,
Mr. Paris.

We've only transported
100 kilometers.

We're inside the Array.

KIM:
There's no indication
of stable matter.

All this must be some kind
of holographic projection.

Oh, you poor things.
You must be tired out.

But come on and sit down
and rest a while.

Have a cold drink, hmm?

No, thank you.

My name is
Kathryn Janeway,

Captain of the Federation

Starship Voyager.

Now just make yourselves
right at home.

The neighbors should
be here any minute.

Oh. Why, here they are.

Howdy.

Welcome, folks.

Hey.

Well, good to see you.
Welcome.

We're real glad
you dropped by.

Now we can get started.

You're all invited
to the welcoming bee!

MAN:
Let's have some music!

( laughing )

( playing country music )

Yoo-hoo!

( playing banjo music )

The crew's scattered
around this farm, Captain,

but they're all
accounted for.

Move around.
Scan the area.

See if you can
find anything

that might be
a holographic generator.

WOMAN:
Have some nice fresh
corn on the cob.

Fresh corn on the cob.

Corn on the cob?

Corn on the cob?

Can you tell me
why we're here?

Oh, we don't mean
you any harm.

I'm sorry if we've
put you out.

Why don't you just
put your feet up

and get comfortable
while you wait?

Wait for what?

Isn't anybody hungry?

Come on, now.
Make yourselves at home.

I'm sorry if we've
put you out.

( dog barking )

Hey, let me show
you around.

The root cellar's
right over there.

What's down there?

Potatoes, onions.

But it's real private.

Hmm.

Paris, she's only a hologram.

No reason
to be rude.

( tricorder beeping )

Whoa.

What?

Sporocystian life signs.

What's in the barn?

Oh, nothing
but a big ol' pile of hay.

Hey, come on! Let's
go see the duck pond.

Nothing in there.

It's just a dark, smelly barn.

Hey, do y'all want
some deviled eggs?

Huh?

See? Nothing but hay.

There's a life-form here.

Just one.
Where?

It's everywhere.

( tricorder beeping )

I'm also reading
some kind of matrix

processing device.

It may be the
holographic
generator.

Paris.

Humanoid life signs over here.

I'm reading a Vulcan
and several humans.

I'm not ready for you yet!

( dog barking and growling )

Paris to Janeway.

( groans )

Janeway here.

Paris?

Come on.

Very well.

Since no one seems
to care for any corn,

we'll have to proceed
ahead of schedule.

( whirring )

( moaning )

( whirring )

( screaming )

Janeway to Bridge.
Anybody there?

Yes, Captain, we're here.

How long were we over there?

Almost three days.

Three days!

Captain, the Maquis ship
is powering up its engines.

Tractor them.
All senior officers report

to the Bridge immediately.

Excuse me, could you explain
what has transpired?

Computer,
locate Ensign Kim.

COMPUTER:
Ensign Kim is not on board.

Uh, Paris to Janeway.

Go ahead.

Kim didn't come back with us.
He must still be over there.

Acknowledged.

Computer, how many crewmen
are unaccounted for?

One: Ensign Harry Kim.

Hail the Maquis.

Commander Chakotay,

my name is
Captain Kathryn Janeway.

How do you know my name?

We were on a mission
to find you

when we were brought here
by the Array.

One of our crewmen is missing.

Was he transported back
to your ship by accident?

No. A member of our crew
is missing, too.

B'Elanna Torres,
my Engineer.

Commander, you and I
have the same problem.

I think it makes sense

to try and solve it together,
don't you?

Three of us will transport
to your ship.

They're powering down
their engines

dropping their shields.

Watch out, Captain.
They're armed.

Put down your weapons.

You won't need
those here.

It's good to have you back,
Mr. Tuvok.

I must inform you
that I was assigned

to infiltrate
your crew, sir.

I am Captain Janeway's
Chief of Security.

Were you going to deliver us

into their waiting hands,
Vulcan?

My mission was
to accumulate information

on Maquis activities

and then deliver you
into their "waiting hands."

That is correct.

I see you had help.

It's good to see you, too,
Chakotay.

At least the Vulcan

was doing his duty
as a Starfleet officer,

but you...

you betrayed us
for what?

Freedom from prison?
Latinum?

What was your price
this time?!

You are speaking to
a member of my crew.

I expect you to treat him
with the same respect

as you would have me
treat a member of yours.

JANEWAY:
Now, we have a lot
to accomplish

and I suggest
we all concentrate

on finding our people
and getting ourselves back home.

TUVOK:
Based on my initial

reconnaissance, Captain
I am convinced we are dealing

with a single entity
in the Array.

I would suggest
he scanned our computers

in order to select a comfortable
holographic environment.

In effect, a waiting room

to pacify us
prior to biometric

assessment.

An examination?

It is the most
logical explanation.

Why else would he have
released us unharmed?

Not all of us were.

Break out the compression
phaser rifles.

Meet us in Transporter Room 2.

We're going back.

We'll divide into teams.

Mr. Tuvok, while Chakotay
and I are looking for Torres

and, Kim, your job
is to find out

as much about this Array

as you can.

It brought us here.

We have to assume
it can send us home.

Agreed?

Mr. Rollins,

maintain Red Alert.

Keep us on constant
transporter locks.

Captain.

I'd like to go with you.

If this has something
to do with what Chakotay...

It doesn't.
I just...

I'd hate to see
anything happen to Harry.

Come on.

There are no humanoid
life-forms indicated, Captain.

Kim and Torres are not
within tricorder range.

They may not be
on the Array.

He can tell us where they are.

Maintain your com link.

I don't want
to lose anyone else.

( softly strumming banjo )

Oh, why have you come back?

You don't have what I need.

I just want
our people back

and I want us all
to be sent home.

Oh, well, now,
aren't you contentious

for a minor bipedal species.

This minor bipedal species

doesn't take kindly
to being abducted.

Oh, it was necessary.

Where are our people?

They are no longer here.

What have you done to them?

You don't have what I need.

They might.

No. You'll have to leave them.

We won't do that.

We are their commanding
officers.

We are entrusted
with their safety.

They are our responsibility.

That may be a concept
you don't understand.

Oh, no, I do understand,

but I have no choice.

Oh...

There just is
not enough time left.

Left for what?

I must honor a debt
that can never be repaid,

but my search has
not been going well.

Tell us what
you're looking for.

Maybe we can
help you find it.

You?

( chuckles )

I've searched the galaxy

with methods
beyond your comprehension.

No. There's nothing
you can do.

You've taken us 70,000
light-years from our home.

We have no way back
unless you send us

and we won't leave
without the others.

But... sending you back
is terribly complicated.

Don't you understand?

I don't have time.

Not enough time!

He's regaining
consciousness.

How do you feel?

What am I doing here?

Where am I?

Please don't try
to move yet.

You're very ill.

Ill? No, no,
there's some mistake,

I'm not...

No!

( grunting )

( alarm blaring )

( grunting )

JANEWAY:
Captain's Log,
Stardate 48315.6.

We've traced the energy pulses
from the Array

to the fifth planet
of the neighboring system

and believe they may have
been used in some fashion

to transport Kim and Torres
to the planet's surface.

( door chimes )

( sighs )

Come in.

Captain, I've observed
something peculiar

about the pulses.

They're getting faster.

Faster.

The interval
between each pulse

has decreased by .47
seconds since we arrived.

I can offer
no explanation.

That's only one
of the mysteries

we're dealing with,
Mr. Tuvok.

Take a look at this.

It's virtually
a desert.

Not one ocean.

Not one river.

It has all the basic
characteristics

of an M-Class planet,
except...

there are no
nucleogenic particles

in the atmosphere.

That would mean
the planet is incapable

of producing rain.

I've studied thousands
of M-Class planets.

I've never seen an atmosphere
without nucleogenics.

There must have been

some kind of extraordinary
environmental disaster.

As soon as repairs
are complete...

we'll set a course
for the fifth planet.

Captain.

You require sleep.

Kim's mother called me
just after he left Earth.

Delightful woman.

He's her only son.

He'd left his clarinet behind.

She wanted to know
if she had time

to send it.

I had to tell her no.

Do you know
he played the clarinet

in the Juilliard Youth Symphony?

I did not have the opportunity
to meet Mr. Kim.

I barely knew him.

I never seem to have the chance
to get to know any of them.

I have to, um...

I have to take more time
to do that.

It's a fine crew
and I've got to get them home.

The crew will not benefit

from the leadership
of an exhausted Captain.

You're right as usual.

I've missed your counsel, Tuvok.

I am gratified
that you came after me

so I can offer it once again.

I spoke to your family
before I left.

Are they well?

Well, but worried about you.

That would not be
an accurate perception, Captain.

Vulcans do not worry.

They... miss you.

As I do them.

I'll get you
back to them.

That's a promise, Tuvok.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The Maquis ship and Voyager
have encountered a debris field

where sensors have detected
a small vessel.

One humanoid life-form
is on board.

Hail them.

( clanging and clattering )

Whoever you are, I found
this waste zone first.

We're not interested
in this debris, Mister...?

Neelix.

And since you're not interested
in my "debris"

well, I'm delighted to know you.

Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation
Starship Voyager.

A very impressive title.

I have no idea what it means,

but it sounds very impressive.

Do you know this area
of space well, Mr. Neelix?

I am famous
for knowing it well.

How may I be of service?

Do you know anything
about the Array

that's sending energy pulses
to the fifth planet?

I know enough to stay
as far away from it as possible.

Wait, let me guess.

You were whisked away

from somewhere else
in the galaxy

and brought here
against your will.

Sounds as though you've heard
this story before.

Sadly, yes, thousands of times.

Well, hundreds of times.

Maybe 50 times.

But the Caretaker

has been bringing ships here
for months now.

The Caretaker?

That's what the Ocampa call him.

They live on the fifth planet.

Did he... kidnap members
of your crew?

As a matter of fact, he did.

It's not the first time.

Do you know where
he might have taken them?

Just that they're brought
to the Ocampa.

Nothing more.

We'd appreciate any help
you could give us

in finding these... Ocampa.

I-I-I really wish
that I could help you, I do.

But as you can see,

there's just so much debris
for me to investigate today.

You'd be surprised the things
of value some people abandon.

Of course, we'd want to
compensate you for your trouble.

Well, there's really very little
that you could offer me.

Unless...

Yes?

Unless, of course,

you had...

...water?

If you help us find
our missing crew members,

you can have
all the water you want.

Well, tha-that sounds like
a very reasonable arrangement.

Good. We'll beam you over

and tow your ship
into our shuttlebay.

Mr. Tuvok, go to Transporter
Room 2 and meet our guest.

Beam?

We have a technology

which can take you instantly
from your ship to ours.

It's quite harmless.

May we?

Energize.

Astonishing!

You Federations

are obviously
an advanced culture.

The Federation is made up
of many cultures.

I am Vulcan.

Neelix.

Good to meet you.

Interesting.

What... what exactly...

( laughing )

What exactly

does all this...

all this do?

I assure you
that everything in this room

has a specific function.

However, it would take
several hours to explain it all.

I suggest we proceed
to your quarters.

Oh.

Perhaps you would care
for a bath.

A what?

Hmm...

( energy pulse whooshes )

It's okay.

It's okay.

Who are you?

My name is Kim--
Harry Kim.

I'm an Ensign on
the Starship Voyager.

I was kidnapped from the
Array just like you were.

I don't know
where we are.

What was Starfleet doing
at that Array?

We were looking
for you, actually.

One minute, we're, we're
in the Badlands, the next...

You mean, you were
trying to capture us.

Yeah... consider
yourself captured.

Oh, I know I have
a phaser here somewhere.

I don't find this
at all amusing, Starfleet.

KIM:
There's no point.

It's locked.

( grunts in anger )

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey what's that
going to accomplish?

What are they
doing to us?!

What are these things
growing on us?!

Look, do you want them
to sedate you again?

( panting )

You're right, Starfleet.

It's the Klingon half of me.

It's just, it's hard
to control it sometimes.

What's your
name, Maquis?

B'Elanna.

B'Elanna Torres.

I hope you're
feeling better.

I know how frightening all this
must be for both of you.

I've brought some clothes

if you care
to change.

Why are you
holding us here?

You are not prisoners.

In fact,
we consider you honored guests.

The Caretaker
has sent you to us.

As long as you are not violent

you are free
to leave your quarters.

What's wrong with us?

What are these things?

We really don't know.

You must be hungry.

Would you care to join me
on the courtyard for a meal?

Our food dispensers
are right this way.

We're underground.

DOCTOR:
Our society is subterranean.

We've lived here
for over 500 generations.

But before that,
you lived on the surface?

Until the warming began.

The warming?

When our surface
turned into a desert

and the Caretaker
came to protect us.

Our ancient journals
tell us he opened

a deep chasm
in the ground

and led our ancestors
to this place.

Since then, he has provided
for all our needs.

Oh, please forgive them.

They know you've come
from the Caretaker.

None of us has ever seen him.

This way, please.

Does the Caretaker
provide your meals, too?

In fact, he does.

He designed

and built this entire city
for us after the warming.

The food processors dispense
nutritional supplements

every 4.1 intervals.

It may not offer
the exotic tastes

some of our younger people
crave these days,

but it meets our needs.

KIM:
Is this how the Caretaker
communicates with you?

DOCTOR:
He never communicates directly.

We try to interpret his wishes
as best we can.

I'm curious to know
how you've interpreted

the Caretaker's reason
for sending us here.

We believe he must
have separated you

from your own species
for their protection.

Their protection?

From your illness.

Perhaps he's trying
to prevent a plague.

We weren't sick until
we met your Caretaker.

From time to time,
he asks us to care for people

with this disease.

It's the least we can do.

There have been
others-- like us?

Yes.

Where are they?

( sighs )

Your condition is serious.

We don't know exactly
how to treat it.

I'm afraid the others
did not recover.

( Neelix singing )

( water splashing )

( singing continues )

( hits shrill note )

Sir...

NEELIX:
Ah, Mr. Vulcan.
Come in, come in.

Please, I can hardly see you.

I want to thank you
for your hospitality.

I must admit,
I haven't had access

to a food replor...
uh, replicator before.

( chuckles )

I'd never have guessed.

And to immerse myself
in water...

oh, do you know
what joy this is?

( spits and coughs )

No one around here
wastes water in this manner.

A good sand scrub--

that's the best
that we can hope for.

( laughing )

I'm pleased
you're enjoying yourself,

but we're in orbit
of the fifth planet.

We need your assistance.

Oh, uh, could you hand
me the, uh... towel?

If you will scan
the large southern continent,

you'll find a range
of extinct volcanoes.

Follow the foothills north

until you discover
a dry river bed.

You'll find
an encampment there.

Do you believe

our people might be
at this location?

It's not impossible...
maybe...

Perhaps not,
but we'll find them.

We'll need several containers
of water to bring for barter.

Do these, uh, replicators
make clothing, as well?

Yes.

Will it make me
a uniform like yours?

No...

it most certainly
will not.

Hmm.

( energy pulse whooshes )

( distant yelling )

PARIS:
Why would anyone want
to live in a place

like this?

The rich cormaline deposits
are very much in demand.

The Ocampa use
it for barter?

Not the Ocampa,
the Kazon-Ogla.

The Kazon-Ogla?
Who are the Kazon-Ogla?

They are.

Kazon sects control this
part of the Quadrant.

Some have food, some have
ore, some have water.

They all trade, and they all
kill each other for it.

I thought you said the
Ocampa had our people.

My friends!
It's good to see you again!

Whoo!

I must speak with your maje,
the ever-wise Jabin.

( grunting )

Ah. Very amusing.

Very amusing.

I, uh...

I enjoy a joke
as much as the next man.

Jabin!

My old friend!

Water...
water, Jabin.

I have water... to replace
all that I borrowed.

Show them,
Mr. Paris.

Their ship
has technology

that makes water
out of thin air!

You have more?

Janeway to Voyager.
Energize.

( whir of active transport )

Oh!

( exclamations of wonder )

There's more where that came
from if you can help us.

How can we help someone
so powerful

they can create water
out of thin air?

This man led us here

suggesting we might find
a people called the Ocampa.

Do you know
where they are?

She is Ocampa.

Why would you be
interested in such

worthless creatures?

They live only
nine years.

They make
poor servants.

We caught her when she wandered
to the surface.

To the surface?

You mean,
they live underground?

The entity in space

that gives them food and power,
also gives them

sole access to the only
water on this world--

two miles below
the surface.

This same entity has
abducted two of our people.

We believe they might be
with the Ocampa.

There's no way to get to them.
We tried.

The entity
has established

some kind
of subterranean barrier

we cannot penetrate.

But she got out.

Occasionally, some of them do
find their way to the surface--

we don't know how--

but the Ocampa seal
the tunnels afterwards.

Maybe she can help these
good people find a way down.

( laughs )

You'd be wasting your time.

I've used every method

of persuasion I know
to get her to help us.

She won't!

Then she's worthless to you.

Let us trade you water
for this scrawny little thing.

I'd be more interested
in acquiring this technology

that allows you
to create water
from thin air.

That would be difficult.

It's integrated

into our
ship's systems.

Tell them to drop
their weapons!

Drop them, my friends,

or he dies
in an instant.

Do it!

Do it!

NEELIX:
Step aside.

Come on!

I strongly suggest

you get us
out of here.

Six to beam up.

My dearest, didn't I
promise I'd save you?

KIM:
Look, I'm sure Captain Janeway

is doing everything
she can to find us.

What makes you think
any of them are still alive?

Should I call
for some help?

No.

( energy pulse whooshes )

( footsteps approaching )

Are you in pain?

Are you watching us?

I thought we weren't supposed
to be your prisoners.

I wasn't watching you.

I was coming
to give you something.

I don't know
if it will help.

It's a medicine.

There are people
who have broken

from tradition
and left the city.

Their colony
grows fruits and vegetables.

They discovered quite by
accident that the moss

that grows on
certain fruit trees

has healing properties.

I'm sorry for what
has happened to you.

We appreciate this,

but the only way
we're going to survive

is if we can get to the surface
and find our own people.

The elders would say that's
against the Caretaker's wishes.

What do you say?

The Caretaker's
been behaving strangely

for the past several months--

abducting people,
increasing the power supply.

Power supply?

He's tripled the
energy he sends us.

They say we have
enough stored now

to run the city
for five years.

And nobody knows why?

When we ask, we're told to trust
the Caretaker's decisions.

One person I knew did
get to the surface.

We never saw her again.

How?

The ancient tunnels

that brought us here
still exist.

Over the years, small breaches
in security barriers

have appeared,
just large enough

for someone to get through,
but it still requires

digging through meters
of rock to get out.

Can you get us tools
to dig with?

It would take days, maybe
even weeks to break through.

You have to rest.

Conserve your strength.

Please... it's our only chance.

TUVOK:
If you had told us
what you had planned,

we might have anticipated
your irrational behavior.

Irrational? We got out
of there, didn't we?

Excuse me.

Don't blame Neelix...

That's enough.

This is a Sick Bay,

not a conference room.

Visiting hours are over.

Everyone, except my patient,
is to leave immediately.

Computer, end medical
holographic program.

I never should have
gone to the surface.

I'm too curious.

I'm told it's
my worst failing.

No, no. It's
a wonderful quality--

your most endearing.

Would you be willing
to take us underground

to look for our missing crew?

I'm afraid

Jabin was right.

There's no way to get down.

The tunnel I came out
has been sealed.

We don't need a tunnel.

We have the ability
to transport there directly.

TUVOK:
Captain

our sensors did not
pick up any indication

of an underground
civilization.

The subterranean barrier
Jabin described

may be responsible.

It might also block
our transporter.

There are breaches

in the security barrier
where it's begun

to decay.

That's how I got out.

Have the transporter room
begin a sweep

for any breaches we might
be able to beam through.

Kes can tell you
where to go,

but, now that she's free,

we're leaving
this system together.

Neelix,

these people rescued me.

I rescued you.

With their help.

It would be wrong
not to help them now.

( energy pulses whooshing )

( tricorder beeping )

Captain, the pulses
from the Array

continue to accelerate.

The intervals between them
have decreased

another .8 seconds.

Kes.

Hello, Daggin.

We thought we'd never
see you again.

How did you get back?

These people rescued me
from the Kazon.

I'm trying to help them
find two of their crewmen.

Does anyone know where
the aliens are kept-- the ones

the Caretaker
sends here?

I think they're at
the Central Clinic.

Can you take us there?

No, she cannot.

They can't speak
telepathically, Toscat.

Please talk aloud.

I didn't mean to be rude,

but you should not be here.

We'll be glad to leave
once we find our crewmen.

That won't be possible.

We cannot interfere

with the Caretaker's
wishes.

Maybe you can't,
but we can.

You don't understand.

KES:
That's right.

They don't understand.

They have no way of knowing

that the Ocampa
have been dependent

on the Caretaker
for so long

that we can't even think
for ourselves anymore.

They don't understand
we were once a people

who had full command
of our minds' abilities.

The stories of our ancestors'
cognitive abilities

are apocryphal--

at the very least
exaggerated.

We lost those abilities
because we stopped using them.

We should not dwell
on what's been lost,

but on all that's been gained.

We've gained a talent
for dependence,

for simply taking
what we're given.

I'm going to help
them, Toscat,

whether you
like it or not,

and I think my friends
will join me.

You defied the Caretaker
by going to the surface, Kes.

Learn from the experience.

Follow the path
he has set for us.

I've learned very well, Toscat.

I saw the sunlight.

I can't believe
that our Caretaker

would forbid us
to open our eyes

and see the sky.

Come with me-- we'll
find your people.

( energy pulses whooshing )

Come on.

( metallic clanging )

Don't let it beat you,
Starfleet. Come on.

I'm sorry.

All right.

It's all right.
We'll rest a minute.

Maybe I'd do better if I had
a little Klingon blood in me.

Trust me-- it's more trouble
than it's worth.

You know, I spent my whole life
getting ready for Starfleet,

and on my very first mission,

I'm going to die.

We're not finished yet.

I know a few things
that old Sneezy didn't teach

in his survival
course.

Sneezy?

Commander Zakarian.

Remember?

He must have been
allergic to everything.

You went to the Academy.

I actually made it into the
second year before we, uh...

we mutually agreed
that it wasn't the place for me.

You know

I never really liked Zakarian.

( energy pulses speed up )

Shh. Listen.

( energy pulses growing
louder and faster )

( pulses stop )

Away team to Voyager.

ROLLINS:
Voyager here.

What's going on with the Array?

It's no longer
sending out pulses, Captain,

and it appears to be
realigning its position.

Keep me informed.
Janeway out.

KES:
They haven't been

at the clinic for hours.

We can search the city.
Ask if anyone's seen them.

If they were trying to get to
the surface, how would they go?

Probably the same way I did--
up one of the ancient tunnels.

Mr. Paris,
you and Neelix go with her

and start checking them out.

We need to talk to every doctor
and nurse at this hospital

see what they can tell us
about Torres and Kim.

ROLLINS:
Voyager to Janeway.

Go ahead.

Captain, the Array

is firing some kind of weapon
at the surface.

It seems to be trying to seal
the energy conduits.

JANEWAY:
Understood.
Keep a channel open.

If the Array is the Ocampa's
sole source of energy,

why would the Caretaker
seal the conduits?

He would seal them

if he no longer
intended to use them

to protect the Ocampa
from their enemies.

Captain, there is
now enough evidence

to form a reasonable
hypothesis.

I believe that
the Caretaker is dying.

Explain.

First, he increases
the energy supply

to provide the city
with a surplus

to last at least five years,
then he seals the conduits.

The logical conclusion is
that he does not intend

to continue his role
as Caretaker.

That doesn't necessarily
mean he's dying.

He could be leaving.

Doubtful.

Not after a millennium
of providing for these people.

I believe that the Caretaker
owes something

to the Ocampa.

I believe the "debt
that can never be repaid"

is very likely

a debt to them.

In addition, there were
his frequent references

to "running out of time."

I think he knew his
death was imminent.

If he dies, how the hell
are we supposed to get home?

( tricorder beeping )

They're in this one.

Harry?!

Paris to Janeway.

Go ahead.

They're in one
of the tunnels, Captain.

I can't see them,
but they're up there.

We're going after them.

Call for transport
when you have them, Paris.

We'll meet you on the ship.

Janeway to Voyager.

ROLLINS:
Voyager here.

Three to beam up.

Stand by.

Captain,
I can't get a lock on you.

The weapons fire from the Array

has irradiated
the planet's crust.

The transport sensors
can't find the breaches

in the security barrier.

Come on, there's only one
other way out of here.

Janeway to Paris.

Go ahead.

The transporters aren't working.

You're going to have to find
a breach in the security barrier

when you get to the top.

Understood.

We're a few minutes behind you.

Janeway out.

I see them.

Took you long enough.

How could I let down
the only friend I got?

Friend? What makes
you think I'm your friend?

Paris to Janeway.

Go ahead.

We found them, Captain.

Don't wait for us.

Get them to safety.

Don't worry.

I know where we can
get through the barrier.

Whatever you do, don't touch it.

We've been told
it'll burn your skin off.

They're not far ahead of us.

Keep going.

PARIS:
I think we've reached
the top.

Neelix, get out
your phaser.

PARIS:
Voyager, can you get
a lock on us now?

Affirmative, but I'm reading
only five signals.

The others are...

Get down!

Paris to Janeway.

Chakotay, Tuvok,

do you read?

Voyager, prepare
to transport

everyone in this group
except me.

Aye, sir.

You're not thinking
of going back there.

Well...

the fool needs company.

Take care of them, dearest.

I'll see you later.

Voyager, make that
three to beam up.

Lock in
on the other combadge

and energize.

( screams )

My leg is broken.

I can't move.

Hold on.
NEELIX:
Here they are!

Neelix, help me
with Tuvok.

I'll get Chakotay.

( groaning )

Get out of
here, Paris,

before the whole thing
comes down!

I intend to...

as soon as I get you up.

You get on those stairs,
they'll collapse.

We'll both die.

Yeah...

but on the other hand,

if I save your butt,
your life belongs to me.

Isn't that some kind
of Indian custom?

Wrong tribe.

I don't believe you.

You'd rather die than let me
be the one to rescue you.

Fine. Be a fool.

If I have to die,

at least I'll have the pleasure
of watching you go with me.

PARIS:
Isn't there some Indian trick

where you can turn
yourself into a bird

and fly us out of here?

You're too heavy.

ROLLINS:
Bridge to Janeway.

Go ahead.

Captain, two Kazon ships
are approaching the Array.

Set a course.
I'm on my way.

We've got to get back
to our ship.

I strongly advise
you to rest.

I will not be held responsible
for the consequences.

Is the crew always
this difficult?

I don't know, Doc.

It's my first mission.

( sighs )

Doesn't anyone know how
to turn off the program

when they leave?

Bring the weapons
systems on line.

TUVOK:
Powering up phaser banks
and photon systems.

Red Alert.

( alarm blaring )

TUVOK:
The lead Kazon ship
is hailing us, Captain.

On screen.

JABIN:
Have you come to investigate

the Entity's strange behavior
too, Captain?

All we care about
is getting home, Jabin.

We're about to transport
over to the Array

to see if we can arrange it.

I'm afraid I cannot permit that.

We have no dispute
with you.

I have a dispute with anyone
who would challenge us.

This is ridiculous.

We have no intention
of challenging you.

And I have no intention
of letting anyone

with your technological
knowledge board the Array.

Jabin, can we discuss this
like two civilized...?

TUVOK:
They're powering up
their weapons.

I guess we can't.

Shields are holding.

Fire phasers.
Evasive pattern delta four.

Janeway to Chakotay.

Tuvok and I
are beaming to the Array.

Can you hold off the Kazon?

I think so, Captain.

Good.

Mr. Paris, take the conn.

Yes, ma'am.

JANEWAY:
Maintain transporter locks,
Ensign.

Emergency beam out status.

Aye, Captain.

( tricorder beeping )

The data processing
system

is behind this
wall, Captain.

( banjo strumming )

You know what to do.

( chuckling )

Well... you're, you're nothing
if not persistent.

We need you to send us back
where we came from.

Oh... that isn't possible.

I have... barely enough strength
to complete my work.

You're sealing the conduits
before you die.

If I don't, the Kazon
will steal the water.

But, in a few years,

when the Ocampa's
energy runs out,

it won't matter.

They'll be forced
to come to the surface

and they won't be able
to survive.

Something you did turned
their planet into a desert,

didn't it?

That was the debt that
could never be repaid.

Well, we're explorers
from another galaxy,

but we had no idea
that our technology

would be so destructive
to their atmosphere.

Two, two of us

were chosen to stay
behind and care for them.

There's another like you here?

( chuckles )

Not anymore.

No, no. She...

she went off to look
for more interesting places.

Why were you bringing
ships here--

infecting people
with a fatal illness?

Oh, they...

they didn't die of an illness.

They died
because they were incompatible.

"Incompatible"?

I've been searching the galaxy

for a compatible
biomolecular pattern.

Now, in some individuals,

I found
cellular structures

that were similar,
but I...

You've been trying to procreate?

I needed someone to replace me--

someone who'd understand

the enormous responsibility
of... caring for the Ocampa.

Only my offspring could do that.

Did you ever consider
allowing the Ocampa

to care for themselves?

They're children.

Children have to grow up.

We're explorers, too.

Most of the species
we've encountered

have overcome all kinds
of adversity

without a Caretaker.

It's the challenge
of surviving on their own

that helps them to evolve.

Maybe your... children
will do better than you think.

KIM:
Voyager to Janeway.

Go ahead.

We've got problems here.

( groaning )

Kazon just got some backup.

JANEWAY:
We need more time.

Can you hold them off
for another few minutes?

We'll do our best.
Kim out.

CHAKOTAY:
Their weapons array
has been hit.

They're in trouble.

Neither of us has enough
firepower to stop that ship.

I'm setting
a collision course,

but the guidance
system is disabled.

I'll have to pilot
the ship manually.

Get the crew ready
to beam to Voyager

and drop shields
for transport.

Paris, my crew is coming over.

Tell one of your crackerjack
Starfleet transporter chiefs

to keep a lock on me.

I'm going to try and take
some heat off your tail.

Acknowledged.

But don't think for a second
this makes us even, Chakotay.

Your life is still mine.

Paris out.

ROLLINS:
I'm holding a lock on him, sir,

but he's getting too close.

I'm getting you out
of there, Chakotay.

CHAKOTAY:
Not yet!

PARIS:
You're breaking up!

Stand by to transport.

Wait!

Now!

PARIS:
Transporter Room 2,
do you have him?

They've got me.

Captain, I can
access the system

to send us back
to Federation space,

but it will take
several hours to activate.

Unless you help us.

Oh, I wish I could,

but I have very
little time left.

So I have initiated a
self-destruct program.

If you destroy the Array,

we'll have no way
to get home.

The Ocampa's enemies
cannot be allowed

to, to control
this installation.

In minutes,
it will be destroyed.

You have to go.

Go now!

TUVOK:
The Caretaker.

Voyager, report.

PARIS:
A Kazon vessel

just collided
with the Array, Captain.

Are you all right?

Affirmative.

Stand by.

( voice faltering ):
The self-destruct program
has been damaged.

Now, this installation
will not be destroyed.

But it must be.

The Kazon must not be allowed
to gain control of it.

They will annihilate the Ocampa.

Shall I activate
the program to get us back?

And what happens to the Ocampa
after we're gone?

Captain, any action we take
to protect the Ocampa

would affect the balance
of power in this system.

The Prime Directive
would seem to apply.

Would it?

We never asked to be involved,
Tuvok...

but we are.

We are.

Mr. Tuvok, ready
the tricobalt devices.

TUVOK:
Aye, Captain.

Open a channel to the Kazon.

KIM:
Channel open.

Be advised, Captain.

I have called
for additional ships.

I'm calling to warn you to move
your vessels to a safe distance.

I intend to destroy the Array.

You can't do that.

JANEWAY:
I can and I will.

End transmission.

They're increasing
fire, Captain.

Shields are holding.

Move us 400 kilometers
from the Array, Mr. Paris.

Yes, ma'am.

TORRES:
What do you think
you're doing?

That Array is the only way
we have to get back home.

I'm aware everyone has
families and loved ones

at homes they want
to get back to--

so do I-- but I'm not
willing to trade the lives

of the Ocampa
for our convenience.

We'll have to find
another way home.

What other way home is there?

Who is she to be making
these decisions for all of us?

She's the Captain.

The tricobalt devices are ready.

PARIS:
We're in position.

Fire.

( com console beeping )

The lead Kazon ship

is hailing us.

On screen.

You have made an enemy today.

TUVOK:
They are withdrawing,
Captain.

( door chimes )

Come in.

You asked to
see me, Captain?

Mr. Paris...

you have a problem.

I've invited Chakotay

and the other Maquis
to become part of this crew.

under the circumstances.

Will you provide
a bodyguard for me, Captain?

It seems you already have one.

I do?

Mr. Chakotay said something
about his life belonging to you.

He'll be taking
responsibility

for your safety.

I think I'm going
to enjoy this.

Don't be so sure.

He'll also be my First Officer.

Everyone aboard this ship
will report to him--

including the Lieutenant
assigned to conn.

Me?

I've entered into the Ship's Log
on this date

that I'm granting
a field commission of Lieutenant

to Thomas Eugene Paris.

Congratulations.

Um, for the first
time in my life,

I don't know what to say.

You've earned this, Tom.

I'm only sorry your
father won't know.

Oh, he'll know...

when we get back.

Ah, Captain, we were
just coming to see you.

We've supplied your ship
with water, Neelix.

It's ready to go.

Well, you see that's what
we wanted to discuss.

We'd like to go with you.

I'm sorry.
This isn't a passenger ship.

KES:
Of course not.

We won't be
passengers.

We'd be valuable
colleagues.

"Colleagues"?

Whatever you need is
what I have to offer.

You need a guide,
I'm your guide.

You need supplies, I know
where to procure them.

I have friends
among races

you don't even
know exist.

You need a cook?

Oh, you haven't lived

until you've tasted
my angla'bosque.

It will be my job to
anticipate your needs

before you know
you have them.

And I anticipate
your first need

will be me.

KES:
Captain, we both want

very much to be a part
of your journey.

We're alone in
an uncharted part of the galaxy.

We've already made
some friends here

and some enemies.

We have no idea of the dangers
we're going to face,

but one thing is clear:

Both crews are going
to have to work together

if we're to survive.

That's why Commander Chakotay
and I have agreed

that this should be one crew--

a Starfleet crew.

And as the only Starfleet vessel
assigned to the Delta Quadrant

we'll continue to
follow our directive

to seek out new worlds
and explore space.

But our primary goal is clear.

Even at maximum speeds

it would take 75 years
to reach the Federation,

but I'm not willing
to settle for that.

There's another entity
like the Caretaker

out there somewhere

who has the ability
to get us there a lot faster.

We'll be looking for her

and we'll be looking
for wormholes, spatial rifts

or new technologies to help us.

Somewhere, along this journey,

we'll find a way back.

Mr. Paris, set a course...

for home.

Aye, Captain.