| [Pseudo Ready room]
(We know this is not real, because
Janeway's hair is swept back and she is wearing a black roll-neck top
beneath her uniform, and black leather gloves. Very sinister. Her words
are also very non-Janeway and there is no comm. badge.)
When diplomacy fails there's only one alternative. Violence. Force must
be applied without apology. It's the Starfleet way.
DALETH: Then our philosophies are in agreement. Will you help us?
pJANEWAY: You're asking me to fight your war, destroy your enemy.
DALETH: I'm asking you to intimidate the Kyrians with your technology.
Help me capture their leader. This ship has superior firepower. He
won't risk a conflict with you.
pJANEWAY: We risk life and limb so your people can annex Kyrian land.
Sounds like a good deal for you. What do we get?
DALETH: A way home.
pJANEWAY: You know more about Voyager than you've let on.
DALETH: Your reputation in this quadrant precedes you. That's why we
sought you out.
pJANEWAY: I'm listening.
DALETH: There's a cyclic wormhole five days journey from here. We know
where it is, and we can help you stabilise it.
pJANEWAY: If you're lying.
DALETH: How far do you have to go? Sixty thousand light years?
pJANEWAY: I want all tactical data regarding your little war. Kyrian
defences, position of your own forces, everything.
DALETH: You'll have it within the hour.
(A Kazon walks through with a phaser rifle. Neelix is in uniform at Tactical.)
pNEELIX: Eight Kyrian fighter ships approaching.
pJANEWAY: Arm the assault probes. Fire at will. Hail them.
pTUVOK: Channel open.
pJANEWAY: This is Captain Janeway of the warship Voyager. Break off
your attack, or I'll destroy you.
pTUVOK: They are not responding.
pPARIS: They're returning fire. Shields are holding.
pJANEWAY: Chakotay, any luck tracking down their leader?
has a different tattoo, one that extends all down the left side of his
face. Every pronounces his name without the emphasis on the middle
pCHAKOTAY: Not yet. We think Tedran has go-ne into hiding.
pJANEWAY: I thought he might. We'll have to flush him out.
DALETH: What do you suggest?
pJANEWAY: Biogenic weapons. We'll infect the most populated Kyrian
territories. The Doctor's nearly done working on the weapon.
DALETH: Our conflict is with Tedran himself, not his people. They're
pJANEWAY: The best way to bring down a ruler is to make his people
pJANEWAY: This is no time for half-measures. You wanted victory. You're
going to get it. Bridge to Sickbay. Status?
(This EMH is an android, like Data.)
We have established a datalink between my neural net and the phaser
array. I am reconfiguring the beam to carry a bio-agent into the
pJANEWAY [OC]: When will it be ready?
pEMH: It is ready now, Captain.
Phasers are online.
pJANEWAY: Target the first city. And fire.
(The warship Voyager is bristling with gun turrets. The image freezes.)
QUARREN: The warship Voyager. One of the most powerful vessels of its
time. Armed with photonic torpedoes and particle weapons, this ship of
destruction could wipe out an entire civilisation within hours. On this
particular day in history, we were lucky. The death toll could have
been much worse. By the time Voyager targeted our major cities, Tedran
had already begun an evacuation. Thousands of lives were saved.
Unfortunately, it was only the beginning of Captain Janeway's
onslaught. As you'll see, her actions would have a lasting effect on
our world. Even today, seven hundred years later, we are still feeling
the impact of the Voyager encounter. Before we continue the simulation,
I'd like to answer any questions you might have.
KYRIAN VISITOR: I'm curious about Voyager itself. How many people were
QUARREN: We believe they had a complement of over three hundred
KYRIAN VISITOR: Did they attack other worlds as well?
QUARREN: Well, we aren't certain. Records of Voyager's travels through
our quadrant are incomplete, but it's safe to assume that they
interfered with many other cultures, yes.
KYRIAN VISITOR: Tell us more about the Borg drones they kept on the
QUARREN: Voyager had many weapons at their disposal, including species
they'd assimilated along the way. Borg, Talaxian, Kazon. They were
captured and made to work as part of Voyager's fighting force. Let's
resume the simulation, and you can see for yourself. It's a few hours
after the initial bombardment. Janeway and her squadron are on the
bridge mounting their assault. Now, what you are about to see is
pJANEWAY: Status. Status!
pNEELIX: Approximately three thousand Kyrians dead.
pJANEWAY: That's it?
pTUVOK: The bio-agent is still dispersing through the atmosphere. The
fatality rate will be three hundred thousand soon enough.
pJANEWAY: How soon?
pTUVOK: Best guess, one hour.
pJANEWAY: Why do you always keep me waiting, Tuvok?
pTUVOK: My apologies. Preparing to fire again.
pJANEWAY: Double the yield,
DALETH: Captain, don't you think that's excessive?
pJANEWAY: You picked a bad time to have second thoughts, Ambassador.
DALETH: I want them defeated but, but this is genocide!
pJANEWAY: Defeat? Genocide? Why quibble with semantics?
DALETH: This wasn't our agreement.
pJANEWAY: We're going to defeat the Kyrians, and you're going to keep
up your end of the bargain.
pJANEWAY: Ensign, confine this gentleman to the brig.
I'll let you know when it's over.
(The Kazon takes Daleth away.)
pPARIS: Three more Kyrian vessels approaching.
pJANEWAY: Evade them.
pPARIS: Aye, aye, sir.
(Chakotay and Kim are hitting a Kyrian in what used to be the Medical lab.)
pKIM: Look, I can keep this up all day. Tell the Commander what he
wants to know. Maybe I can't keep this up all day.
pCHAKOTAY: I'm a man of peace. My native people are enlightened,
non-violent, much like your own. I'm saddened that this has happened to
you. If we can work together maybe we can end this conflict.
pKIM: Stand aside, Chakotay. Let me hit him.
pEMH: That hyperspanner would cause an unacceptable level of damage. I
remind you, he must still be able to speak.
pKIM: What do you have in mind?
pEMH: This neural solvent. A clean and efficient inducer of pain. Far
more effective than your crude attempts at persuasion.
(The evil EMH injects the Kyrian.)
pEMH: No doubt you are experiencing a tingling sensation behind your eyes.
The chemical is dissolving your optic nerves.
pCHAKOTAY: I'll ask you again. Where is Tedran?
pEMH: The pain will increase exponentially until your cerebral cortex
begins to liquefy. I can reverse the process, if ordered to do so.
pCHAKOTAY: And I want to give that order. But you have to tell me. Where
pCHAKOTAY: He's here, at these coordinates.
pJANEWAY: Assuming our prisoner told you the truth.
pCHAKOTAY: Oh, believe me, he was very cooperative at the end.
pNEELIX: I'm reading a fortified compound one point six kilometres
below the surface.
pJANEWAY: Chakotay, you and Tuvok take an assault team and find Tedran.
Make sure he's escorted safely to Voyager.
pCHAKOTAY: Yes, sir.
pJANEWAY: What now?
pPARIS: Intruders. Four Kyrians just beamed into the engine room.
pJANEWAY: Bridge to Engineering. Respond.
pNEELIX: They've erected forcefields. Our soldiers can't get in.
pJANEWAY: They've left me no choice. Computer, initiate the Borg
COMPUTER: Sequence in progress.
(This computer has a male voice.)
Cargo Bay two]
(A full Borg wakes in an alcove.)
pJANEWAY [OC]: Bridge to Seven of Nine.
pSEVEN: State your instructions.
pJANEWAY [OC]: A group of Kyrians
pJANEWAY: Is in the Engine Room. Stop them.
Cargo Bay two]
(Pseudo Seven activates three more Borg drones.)
(They beam into Engineering and deal with the Kyrians very quickly.)
Resistance is futile.
[OC]: Seven of Nine to the bridge. The Kyrian threat has been
pSEVEN [OC]: Two of the Kyrians are still alive. What shall we do with
pJANEWAY: Well, you've been wanting to expand your fighting force.
just received word from the attack team.
pJANEWAY: Good news, Lieutenant?
pKIM: Very. They've captured Tedran and one of his aides. They're
heading back to Voyager.
pJANEWAY: Take them to chamber nineteen and get the Vaskan ambassador.
This is one negotiation he won't want to miss.
(An empty mess hall. An elegant man and woman in long robes are there, along with the pseudo EMH and Daleth.)
pJANEWAY: Welcome aboard.
TEDRAN: I appreciate your hospitality. Are all your guests treated so
pJANEWAY: It's not every day that we receive such an important visitor.
The great Tedran. A man of wisdom and peace. A servant of his people.
Well, your people need you now more than ever.
TEDRAN: State your demands.
pJANEWAY: Tell your forces to stand down, and I'll call off my attack.
TEDRAN: I understand what the Vaskans want. More of our territory, more
resources. But what do you want, Captain? Why are you doing this to us?
pJANEWAY: He's offered my crew a way home.
TEDRAN: To reach your home, you would destroy ours?
pJANEWAY: That's right. And you'd do the same in my position.
TEDRAN: No, I would not.
pJANEWAY: Spoken like a true martyr. You're very enlightened. But are
you so proud that you'd let your people die before you'd humble
(Tedran and his lady are pushed to their knees.)
pJANEWAY: Tell them to surrender.
TEDRAN: (to Daleth) You have shamed us all. We could've ended this on our own,
peacefully, without her.
(Pseudo Janeway takes a phaser rifle and shoots the woman in the back.)
TEDRAN: We will prevail.
(She kills Tedran, too.)
pJANEWAY: Don't look so shocked, Ambassador. This is what you wanted,
QUARREN: The ensuing conflict was brief but brutal. Two million Kyrians
slaughtered within days. The warship Voyager continued on its way,
leaving the Kyrian dynasty in ruins. The Vaskan leaders proceeded to
occupy our lands, forcing my people into subservience. It took
centuries for us to undo the damage that Captain Janeway had done, and
the Kyrian struggle for equality is far from over. This simulation and
this museum are a testament to that struggle. I hope you found your
experience here worthwhile. If you'd like to learn more about Voyager
and its role in the history of our planet, I suggest you explore the
rest of this exhibit. Thank you for your time.
of the exhibits is a photon torpedo case clearly labelled U.S.S.
Voyager. Later, a Vaskan man has his fingers in the torpedo's controls.)
QUARREN: Please, feel free to
test the simulators. I wouldn't touch that if I were you. One of the
Voyager's torpedoes. Twenty five isoton yield. It could destroy an
entire city within seconds. It's been inactive for centuries but you
never know. I'm only teasing, but please be careful. If we damage any
of these relics they can never be replaced. The history of our people
should be respected.
VASKAN VISITOR: I have a question about that history.
VASKAN VISITOR: How can you prove that it's true?
QUARREN: Take a closer look. The evidence is all around you.
VASKAN VISITOR: Some musty fossils and a recreation? That doesn't
QUARREN: I disagree.
VASKAN VISITOR: You're trying to blame the Vaskans for all your
troubles the way you always do. I don't have a problem with your
species. I have Kyrian friends. But I don't appreciate seeing my people
being portrayed as villains in your little simulation, and I certainly
don't want your history taught to my children.
QUARREN: You'd better get used to the idea, because we've just uncovered
an artefact that's going to confirm everything you've seen here. Three
weeks ago our research team found a data storage device buried nine
metres beneath the ruins at Kesef. I've confirmed that it came from
VASKAN VISITOR: Another fossil.
QUARREN: The device contains active data. Possibly crew logs, even
Captain Janeway's personal almanac. In the next few days, we could be
hearing Voyager's version of these events in their own words.
VASKAN VISITOR: And what if those words tell a different story? What
QUARREN: We will change our views accordingly.
VASKAN VISITOR: I'm sure you will.
(The Vaskan leaves.)
QUARREN: I apologise. Please, enjoy the rest of your visit.
QUARREN: Activate recreation, the Voyager Encounter. Display Engine
(Quarren goes into the recreation with a box.)
(He sits at a console and presses his comm. badge.)
QUARREN: Begin dictation. I'm resuming work on artefact two seven one,
the Voyager data storage device. I've decided to try using period tools
from the simulation itself. With any luck, they'll be more compatible.
Hmm. There's far more data here than I expected. Seems more like a
programme of some sort. Yes. Yes, it's an optronic datastream. A
(He gets the hologram to flicker into existence.)
EMH: Please state the nature of the medical emergency. Please state the
nature of the medical emergency.
QUARREN: I recognise you. You're Voyager's doctor.
EMH: What am I doing in Engineering? Where's my mobile emitter?
QUARREN: You're not an android.
EMH: Of course not. What are you talking about? A Kyrian. Doctor to the bridge, intruder alert. Security to Engineering.
(The EMH tries using a console.)
QUARREN: You won't have much luck with that. Nothing in here is real.
It's a simulation.
EMH: A holodeck?
QUARREN: No. You're in the Museum of Kyrian Heritage.
EMH: You've stolen my programme. How?
QUARREN: Please, let me try to explain.
EMH: Try quickly.
QUARREN: You are a hologram.
EMH: That I know.
QUARREN: I just discovered your programme inside this data storage
EMH: That's the EMH backup module. One of your attack parties must have
taken it from Sickbay.
QUARREN: Actually, we found it at the ruins at Kesef. I know this will
be difficult for you to accept, but a great deal of time has passed
since Voyager encountered the Kyrians.
EMH: How much time?
QUARREN: Seven hundred years, give or take a decade. We're not certain.
EMH: I don't believe you.
QUARREN: Think about it. When your programme is inactive, a moment or a
millennium are the same to you.
EMH: Seven hundred years? What about my ship? What happened to my crew?
QUARREN: No one knows. It's safe to say they're long dead.
EMH: And I'm some sort of fossil?
QUARREN: No, not a fossil. A witness. A living witness to history.
There's so much we don't know about what happened. But you saw it, you
lived through those times. You helped to shape them. Doctor, you could
be the most important discovery of all time.
EMH: No. This is impossible.
EMH: I don't believe you!
(The EMH runs out of the simulation.)
What's going to happen to me now? Will you put me on display? The
holographic Rip van Winkle?
QUARREN: I'm not sure.
EMH: I want to try to contact Starfleet, if there still is a Starfleet.
QUARREN: That will have to wait.
EMH: Wait for what?
QUARREN: There are other issues to be resolved.
EMH: What kind of issues?
QUARREN: You're the Voyager doctor. A lot of people are going to have
questions. On our world, artificial lifeforms are considered sentient
and responsible for their actions. You might have to face charges.
QUARREN: For your crimes. You designed the bio-weapons that killed
eight million Kyrians.
EMH: I did nothing of the sort.
QUARREN: All of our evidence shows that you were a war criminal.
EMH: Evidence? What evidence? Like this, for example? Triple-armoured
hull? Thirty torpedo tubes? Twenty five phaser banks? This isn't what
our ship looked like.
QUARREN: We reconstructed it from a partial schematic found in the
Cyrik ocean, which was badly damaged by corrosion. We were bound to get a few
EMH: Voyager wasn't a warship. We were explorers.
QUARREN: Yes, I know. Trying to get home, to Mars.
EMH: Earth! You see, you couldn't even get that right. This is a
nightmare. What if I'm found guilty? What's going to happen to me?
QUARREN: That's up to the Arbiters, but I imagine the penalty would be
severe. Your programme could be de-compiled.
EMH: You've got to believe me. To you, this may be ancient history. To
me, it's yesterday. You called me a living witness. Well, at least give
me the chance to set the record straight. I want to see your version of
We've already drained two phaser banks, and he hasn't hit anything.
pTUVOK: If you looked at your console once in a while instead of
chasing the female ensigns, you'd see otherwise.
pKIM: Tom's right. This war was supposed to be over in five minutes.
pCHAKOTAY: You have a better idea, Lieutenant?
pPARIS: As a matter of fact I do. Fighter shuttles. A direct assault.
pNEELIX: Led by you? Good luck.
pPARIS: Watch your mouth, hedgehog.
pCHAKOTAY: I haven't heard a single good idea.
pPARIS: Well, then propose something, First Officer. Earn your rank for
(The EMH watches open-mouthed as pseudo Chakotay and pseudo Paris fight.)
pJANEWAY: Gentlemen. Gentlemen!
(Pseudo Janeway shoots her hand phaser at a wall screen. The fight stops.)
pJANEWAY: Save it for the holodeck. We've got a
war to fight. We've only been attacking the Kyrian military
installations. A mistake. We should target the general population.
pEMH: Excellent idea, Captain. I have examined the Kyrian genome and
they would be vulnerable to any number of biological weapons.
pJANEWAY: How soon could you have one ready?
pEMH: Within the hour.
EMH: Pure fiction. This is absurd.
QUARREN: Halt recreation. This is a reasonable extrapolation from
historic record. But if you'd like to point out any inconsistencies.
EMH: Inconsistencies? I don't know where to begin. Granted, this looks
like the briefing room but these aren't the people I knew. No one
behaved like this. Well, aside from Mister Paris. We weren't at each
other's throats. We didn't talk about how to destroy planets. We helped
people. We were an enlightened crew.
QUARREN: Are you denying these events took place?
QUARREN: Are you saying you never got involved with the conflict
between my people and the Vaskans?
EMH: Yes! Well, no, we did get involved, but it was nothing like this.
EMH: There was a meeting in this room, but it wasn't about battle
tactics. It was about a dilemma we were facing. We had negotiated a
trade agreement with the Vaskans. We were dealing with a
QUARREN: Ambassador Daleth.
EMH: Daleth. Exactly. Everything was going according to plan until we
were attacked. By your people, the Kyrians. They'd picked that moment to
start a war and we were caught in the middle.
QUARREN: The Kyrians were the aggressors? No, no. That can't be right.
EMH: Captain Janeway called this meeting to figure out how we could
extricate ourselves from the conflict and still maintain the trade
agreement with the Vaskans. But we weren't on their side, and we
certainly never attacked you.
QUARREN: Save your objections until you see the entire recreation.
(After pseudo Janeway has killed the woman.)
pTEDRAN: We will prevail.
(She kills Tedran.)
pJANEWAY: Don't look so shocked, Ambassador. This is what you wanted,
EMH: Somewhere, halfway across the galaxy I hope, Captain Janeway is
spinning in her grave. You've portrayed us as monsters. The Captain's a
cold-blooded killer, the crew's a gang of thugs and I'm a mass
QUARREN: Calm yourself.
EMH: Why should I? I'm about to be hanged for crimes I didn't commit!
QUARREN: Tell me your version of events.
EMH: I remember this man.
QUARREN: Tedran. He was a martyr to our people.
EMH: Some martyr. He led the Kyrian attack against Voyager.
QUARREN: You're lying.
EMH: I was there.
QUARREN: You're trying to protect yourself.
EMH: And so are you. From the truth. Isn't it a coincidence that the
Kyrians are being portrayed in the best possible light? Martyrs,
heroes, saviours. Obviously, events have been reinterpreted to make
your people feel better about themselves. Revisionist history. It's
such a comfort.
QUARREN: We were not the aggressors in the Great War, we were the
victims. The proof can be found anywhere on this world. The Kyrian
people are being oppressed to this day.
EMH: The problems in your society are none of my business. I'm just
telling you what I saw seven hundred years ago.
QUARREN: I don't believe you, and neither will anyone else.
EMH: What are you doing?
QUARREN: Shutting down your programme.
EMH: Wait, please. I can prove to you I'm right. The medical tricorder,
the artefact you have on display. If you just let me
(Quarren deactivates the EMH.)
QUARREN: Begin dictation. I've re-examined the data module. From what I
can tell, the Doctor was telling the truth, at least about one thing.
He is a hologram. A backup programme. We always knew he was an
artificial lifeform but, we thought he was an android. If we were
mistaken about that, I wonder if we might also be wrong about Voyager
itself. Another question. Why would a hologram designed for medical
purposes be programmed to lie so readily? From the moment I activated
him, this Doctor has insisted that he's innocent. At first I didn't
believe him. End dictation.
(Next day, Quarren returns to his museum and looks at the medical tricorder they have on display.)
QUARREN: Activate recreation, the Voyager encounter. Display medical
Please state the nature of the medical. Oh, it's you.
QUARREN: You've given me a lot to think about.
EMH: Really? I thought you'd heard enough of my lies.
QUARREN: I judged you too quickly. I'm sorry.
EMH: What changed your mind?
QUARREN: Time to think.
EMH: For your information, I don't appreciate being deactivated in the
middle of a sentence. It brings back unpleasant memories.
QUARREN: It won't happen again.
EMH: Good, because if you don't stop treating me like a second-class
hologram, I won't cooperate with your investigation. I'm perfectly
happy to lie dormant in that module for a few eons.
QUARREN: I didn't come here to argue.
EMH: Then what do you want?
QUARREN: I don't know. To talk, I guess, about what really happened
seven hundred years ago.
EMH: Are you sure you're willing to listen to a mass-murderer like me?
QUARREN: I'm willing to keep an open mind. That's the most I can
promise. Try to understand my point of view. All my life, I thought I
knew the truth. There was never any doubt.
EMH: I never meant to throw your beliefs into doubt, but I can't deny
what I know to be true.
QUARREN: I realise that now, and I want to know the truth. And I want
the Arbiters to know it, too.
EMH: Well, the stage is certainly set, but I'll have to rewrite the
characters and revise the plot a little. I'm quite adept in the art of
holographic programming. If you'll give me access to your technology,
maybe I can create a simulation of own. Show you what happened.
(This time, in the correct uniform and hair style.)
pJANEWAY: Don't worry, Ambassador. We've got plenty of medical supplies
and we'd be more than happy to share them with you.
DALETH: Then we agree. In exchange, we'll provide you with as much
dilithium as you need.
pJANEWAY: That's very generous, Ambassador
DALETH: I'll transport the canisters immediately. It would be in your
best interest to make this exchange quickly.
pJANEWAY: Oh? Why's that?
DALETH: We've been conflict with a neighbouring species, the Kyrians.
They've been threatening to attack us. War could break out any day.
We've tried every diplomatic option, but the Kyrians are a violent,
pJANEWAY: No problem. I understand what you're going through.
DALETH: I wish I could make you one of our diplomats. You might have
better luck resolving this situation.
pJANEWAY: Under different circumstances. Janeway to Sickbay.
This is the Doctor.
pJANEWAY [OC]: Ambassador Daleth and I have reached an agreement.
pJANEWAY: Assemble the medical supplies.
pEMH [OC]: Done, Captain. The supplies are in Cargo Bay one.
pJANEWAY: Once we transport the supplies to the surface there may be a
pTUVOK [OC]: Red alert. Captain Janeway to the bridge.
We're being fired on by three ships.
DALETH: The Kyrians.
pJANEWAY: Hail them.
pTUVOK: Channel open.
pJANEWAY: This is Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager. We are not
your enemies. Please break off your attack.
pTUVOK: They're not responding.
DALETH: I'd advise you to retreat, Captain.
pKIM: Shields down to eight six percent.
pJANEWAY: Break out of orbit. Put some distance between us.
pPARIS: Yes, ma'am.
pTUVOK: Four intruders. They are in Engineering.
pJANEWAY: Janeway to Engineering. B'Elanna, respond. Tuvok.
Take as much of their technology as you can.
pSEVEN: You will fail.
(Tuvok and his security team enter. Tedran takes Seven as a hostage.)
pTUVOK: Drop your weapons.
TEDRAN: Back away.
(Tuvok does so. Tedran and his team leave with Seven and a crewman.)
[OC]: Tuvok to Janeway.
pJANEWAY: Go ahead.
pTUVOK [OC]:The Kyrians have killed
pTUVOK: Three of the engineering crew. They've taken Seven of Nine and one of
the injured crew members hostage.
[OC]: They're now on deck two, section thirty two.
pJANEWAY: Acknowledged. Remember your offer to make me a diplomat? Well,
it looks like I don't have much of a choice. Tell the doctor we have
casualties. Have him meet us on deck two.
pJANEWAY: Janeway to Tuvok. We're approaching section thirty one.
pTUVOK [OC]: The evacuation of deck two is complete.
pJANEWAY: Send three security teams to this deck, then seal all the
pTUVOK [OC]: Acknowledged.
DALETH: How typical of the Kyrians.
pEMH: What do you mean?
DALETH: They fight the same way they live. Deviously.
(Daleth has a weapon. They see Tedran and Seven at the end of the corridor.)
pJANEWAY: Janeway to Tuvok.
pTUVOK [OC]: Tuvok here.
pJANEWAY: The Kyrians are in the mess hall. We're going in.
pTUVOK [OC]: Security is on the way.
pEMH: I'll go first, Captain, and draw any fire if need be.
DALETH: Your crew is heroic, Captain.
pEMH: I just happen to be invulnerable to phaser fire, but I appreciate
the compliment. Captain?
Tedran, this is between us. Leave these people out of it.
TEDRAN: I know what you're doing. An alliance with these aliens.
pJANEWAY: We were trading with them, nothing more.
TEDRAN: You expect me to believe that? You plan to use this ship to
DALETH: We wouldn't need help if we wanted to destroy you.
pJANEWAY: We didn't realise you were fighting with the Vaskans. Now,
lay down your weapons and I promise you won't be harmed.
(Tedran turns as security enter through the other door. Seven uses the distraction to disarm Tedran. Daleth fires his weapon.)
pEMH: He's dead.
(The Arbiters are also present.)
EMH: Computer, freeze programme. A tragic, needless death, but as you
can see, Voyager was not responsible. After Tedran was killed, Voyager
was attacked by nine Kyrian ships. My programme was disabled, most
likely when they stole my backup module. The next thing I knew, I was
standing next to this gentleman seven centuries later.
KYRIAN ARBITER: Very entertaining.
EMH: I'll admit your holotechnology is new to me. I had to extrapolate in a few
places. But I assure you this is an accurate recreation.
KYRIAN ARBITER: Perhaps. Or perhaps it's the fabrication of a war
criminal who's afraid for his life.
VASKAN ARBITER: Do you have any evidence to support your explanation?
EMH: In fact, I do. I've confirmed that this is the same tricorder I
used to scan Tedran at the moment of his death. If I can access the
bio-readings inside, I can prove he was killed by a Vaskan weapon, not
by Captain Janeway.
VASKAN ARBITER: Can this be done?
QUARREN: I've been trying to decipher the instrument for years, but,
with the Doctor's help
KYRIAN ARBITER: I fail to see what this would prove. Tedran died on
Voyager, a victim of a conspiracy to oppress my people. The weapon
used, who fired it, this is all beside the point.
VASKAN ARBITER: Was there a conspiracy? Did Voyager really help my
ancestors to start the Great War? Or were Kyrians the aggressors as my
people have always believed? Now, this casts doubt on everything.
KYRIAN ARBITER: But it doesn't change the fact my children can't attend
the same academies as yours, or that we are forced to live outside of
the city centre.
VASKAN ARBITER: Today's problems are not at issue here. This is about
EMH: Look, I don't know who started your war. All I'm saying is that
Voyager wasn't responsible.
KYRIAN ARBITER: I can't believe that you would cooperate with this
murderer. You of all people. You built this museum.
QUARREN: The facts are turning out to be more complex than I expected.
KYRIAN ARBITER: We shouldn't be listening to this hologram. I want him
arrested and charged for the crimes we know he committed.
VASKAN ARBITER: That's not your decision to make.
KYRIAN ARBITER: No, it's not, is it? I'm only on this commission
because you needed a token Kyrian.
QUARREN: Please. This isn't about race.
KYRIAN ARBITER: It's always about race. You seize every opportunity to
keep yourselves in power.
VASKAN ARBITER: I'm sorry you see it that way. I think we are obligated
to hear what the Doctor has to say. Proceed with your investigation.
QUARREN: Yes, Arbiter.
KYRIAN ARBITER: You'll pay for your crimes.
Seven hundred years and I'm still caught in the middle of your little
dispute. One might have hoped for a bit of social progress in the
QUARREN: Change never comes easily for us.
EMH: Hmm. That's an understatement.
QUARREN: I've entered the specifications that you gave me.
EMH: Let's give it a try. (A tool materialises.) Hmm. Close enough. This diagnostic tool should
help me get past the initial encryption sequences. Too bad we can't
re-create B'Elanna Torres.
QUARREN: Torres. The chief transporter operator.
EMH: Chief Engineer. You might want to make the correction in your
QUARREN: What was she like, Torres? I suppose we've gotten her
personality wrong too.
EMH: Starting to believe me, are you?
QUARREN: Well, let's just say I'm trying to keep an open mind.
EMH: B'Elanna Torres. Intelligent, beautiful and with a chip on her
shoulder the size of the Horsehead Nebula. She also had a kind of
vulnerability that made her quite endearing.
QUARREN: You miss her, and the others.
EMH: From my perspective, I saw them all only a few days ago. But in
fact, it's been centuries, and I'll never see them again. Did they ever
reach home? I wonder.
QUARREN: I've always wondered that too, from as far back as I can
QUARREN: Ever since I was a small child, the first time I heard the
name Voyager, it conjured up my imagination.
EMH: Even though we were the bad guys?
QUARREN: That didn't matter. I was too young to understand the
implications. The fact you were so far from home, travelling across the
stars. Ah, I found it all very heroic. I suppose Voyager is what made
me fall in love with history.
EMH: If it means anything to you, you would have made a fine member of
(Boom! The building shakes.)
EMH: I hope that's part of the simulation.
QUARREN: No, it isn't.
(The sound of breaking glass, and loud voices.)
(A group of young Vaskans are trashing the museum.)
MOB: Everything goes! The days of lies are over! Destroy it all!
QUARREN: No! Stop this!
VASKAN VISITOR: We know about the hologram. This museum's filled with
QUARREN: Stop! Listen to me!
VASKAN VISITOR: We've listened long enough!
QUARREN: They're using photon grenades. We've got to take cover. This
tricorder gets left behind on a step as they take shelter by a large
buttress. In the cold light of day, the mob has gone, but there is
still weapons fire outside.)
What's happening? I've been hearing weapons.
QUARREN: It's getting worse. Protests, vandalism. Two people have been
killed. Don't worry, they've cordoned off the museum. We're safe for
EMH: That's not what I'm concerned about. Two deaths, a race riot, all
because of me?
QUARREN: You were only the catalyst. The pressure's been building for
years. It was only a matter of time before something set it off. Have
you found the tricorder?
EMH: Not yet.
QUARREN: It's crucial that we do. The Kyrians are demanding you be
punished for your crimes, but the Vaskans want to hear your version of
events again. They want to continue the investigation.
EMH: What's going to happen?
QUARREN: I don't know. The Vaskans are more powerful, but the Kyrians
are very angry. They're talking about another war.
EMH: Then there's only one solution. Delete my programme. I've become a
kind of symbol for this conflict. As long as I'm around your people are
going to keep on fighting. I'll show you how to decompile my programme.
You can say I was damaged in the attack last night. No one will hold
QUARREN: I can't do that to you.
EMH: Then I'll do it myself.
EMH: I'm a medical hologram, programmed to do no harm. But I'm doing
harm on a global scale. Ever since you reactivated me, I've been
concerned with clearing Voyager's good name. But that's not important
now. There's more at stake.
QUARREN: A few days ago I might have agreed with you, but what about
EMH: Facts be damned! Names, dates, places, it's all open to
interpretation. Who's to say what really happened? And ultimately, what
difference does it make? What matters is today and the future of your
QUARREN: Doctor, you were there. You can't deny what happened.
EMH: I can, and I will. Tedran was a martyr for your people, a hero. A
symbol of your struggle for freedom. Who am I to wander in seven
hundred years later and take that away from you?
QUARREN: History has been abused. We keep blaming each other for what
happened in the past. If you don't help us now, it could be another
seven hundred years.
EMH: Let's find that tricorder.
(The camera swings round to reveal that all this too was a simulation.)
It was a pivotal moment in our history. As a result of the Doctor's
testimony, a dialogue was opened between our peoples. Eventually, we
found a new respect for our divergent cultures and traditions. The
efforts of people like Quarren and the Doctor paved the way for unity.
Quarren died six years later, but he lived long enough to witness the
Dawn of Harmony.
KYRIAN SPECTATOR: And the Doctor?
TABRIS: Well, he served as our surgical chancellor for many years until
he decided to leave. He took a small craft and set a course for the
Alpha Quadrant, attempting to trace the path of Voyager. He said he had
a longing for home. This way.