| [Holodeck -
PILOT: Lieutenant, we're already at two hundred thousand metres. You
could thermalise at this altitude.
TORRES: I said higher.
PILOT: We're at three hundred thousand metres.
(Torres looks down at the clouds over the planet.)
TORRES: Level us off. Computer, disengage safety protocols.
COMPUTER: Warning. Disengaging safety protocols presents extreme risk
COMPUTER: Acknowledged. Safety protocols have been disengaged.
TORRES: Drop the forcefield on my mark.
(Torres jumps out of the back of the shuttlecraft, and free dives
through the clouds.)
CHAKOTAY [OC]: Bridge to Torres.
TORRES: I don't believe it.
CHAKOTAY [OC]: Report to Engineering on the double.
TORRES: Computer, end programme.
(The fall ends gently, with Torres being allowed to get her feet under
her before the simulation vanishes.)
I was not aware that protective attire was required for this mission.
TORRES: I was on the holodeck, orbital skydiving.
SEVEN: Leaping from a spacecraft at exospheric altitudes, a curious
form of recreation. The probe is ready for launch, however there is
still a problem with the telemetry link. Lieutenant. Is something
TORRES: Actually, I'm not feeling so well. Can you handle the launch
SEVEN: You are putting me in charge?
SEVEN: No. Just unexpected. Shall I inform the Doctor you're ill?
TORRES: No. Don't.
Captain, someone's locked onto our probe with a tractor beam.
CHAKOTAY: It looks like a Malon freighter.
PARIS: I had a feeling we hadn't seen the last of them.
JANEWAY: Open a channel.
KIM: Aye, Captain.
JANEWAY: Starship Voyager to the Malon vessel. That probe belongs to
us. Release it immediately.
KIM: No response.
JANEWAY: Tom, how fast can you get us there?
PARIS: Two hours at least.
JANEWAY: They'll be long gone.
TUVOK: If we instruct the probe to emit a polaron burst it could
disrupt the tractor beam.
JANEWAY: Do it.
TUVOK: The beam has been disabled.
JANEWAY: Harry, redirect the probe's course.
TUVOK: The Malon are in pursuit.
PARIS: That probe can't outrun them.
JANEWAY: No, but we might be able to hide it from them.
JANEWAY: The probe surveyed a class six gas giant this morning. I think
we should send it back for a closer look.
KIM: You're going to steer the probe into a gas giant.
TUVOK: Captain, the atmospheric pressure will crush it.
JANEWAY: Not if the Borg shielding does its job. Hail them again.
KIM: No response.
JANEWAY: Voyager to Malon vessel. Break off your pursuit.
TUVOK: The probe is entering the giant's upper atmosphere, and the
Malon vessel is following it in.
(After the Malon freighter vanishes into the cloud layers, something
The probe's stuck in a deep layer of liquid hydrogen and methane about
ten thousand kilometres below the outer atmosphere. It's not responding
JANEWAY: Any good news?
SEVEN: It's still intact. It can be repaired,
CHAKOTAY: If we can get it out of there.
TORRES: Sorry I'm late.
CHAKOTAY: We were just discussing how to retrieve the probe. Is there
any possibility of transporting it out?
CHAKOTAY: Just no.
TORRES: I don't see how we could get close enough.
CHAKOTAY: Is there any way to boost transporter range?
TORRES: Not in that kind of atmosphere.
PARIS: Well, if we can't transport it out, we'll just have to fly in
and grab it.
TUVOK: Perhaps you weren't paying attention when the Malon freighter
PARIS: We won't be going in a Malon freighter, Tuvok. We'll be going in
our new shuttlecraft.
KIM: Here we go again.
PARIS: Let's face it, Class-two shuttles just don't cut it in the Delta
quadrant. We've needed something bigger and better since we got here.
It's time we built it!
CHAKOTAY: Tom, we've been through this I don't know how many times. We
all appreciate your enthusiasm.
KIM: Speak for yourself, Commander.
CHAKOTAY: Bottom line, we don't have time to design and build a ship
PARIS: I knew you were going to say that so I've given us a head start.
(He activates the wall monitor.)
PARIS: Behold the Delta Flyer. Ultra-aerodynamic contours, retractable
nacelles, parametallic hull plating, unimatrix shielding based on
Tuvok's brilliant design for the multispatial probe, and a
Borg-inspired weapons system.
SEVEN: Basic design elements are adequate.
PARIS: High praise.
KIM: If we used isomagnetic EPS conduits in the plasma manifold, we
could maximise the power distribution.
PARIS: That's the spirit, Harry.
TUVOK: My shield designs could be successfully applied to a vessel of
PARIS: Big of you to admit it, Tuvok.
CHAKOTAY: And you think it'll be able to withstand the gas giant's
PARIS: The probe did.
JANEWAY: I'm impressed, but how quickly can it be built?
PARIS: We could replicate the alloys and the new design components, use
spare parts from storage. If we worked around the clock we could have
it up and running inside a week.
KIM: I'm willing to put in as much overtime as it takes.
SEVEN: I will forego regeneration for the duration of the project.
PARIS: What about you, B'Elanna? Building a new vessel from scratch,
that's an engineer's dream come true.
(Torres nods slightly.)
PARIS: What do you say, Captain?
JANEWAY: Why are you all standing around?
(Torres is the last to get up and leave.)
model of the new delta-shaped shuttle is floating in the middle of the
PARIS: Computer, add dynametric tail fins to the nacelles.
TUVOK: Computer, delete dynametric tail fins.
PARIS: What'd you do that for?
TUVOK: We are not designing a hot rod, Lieutenant.
PARIS: That is exactly what we're designing. A twenty fourth century,
warp-powered, ultra-responsive hot rod.
TUVOK: Your embellishments are purely decorative. They serve no
PARIS: I beg to differ. If we make this thing look mean enough, other
ships are going to think twice before taking us on.
SEVEN: I suggest we return our attention to the matter of structural
SEVEN: Lieutenant Torres' hull design is flawed. We should be using
tetraburnium alloys instead of titanium.
KIM: Er, B'Elanna?
TORRES: Sounds fine to me. I'm going to finish up the thruster specs.
(Torres enters with a PADD.)
TORRES: Thruster specs.
PARIS: Thanks. Where're you running off to?
TORRES: My quarters.
PARIS: Stay a while. I'll replicate some dinner, a bottle of burgundy.
We deserve a break, don't you think?
TORRES: Not tonight.
PARIS: B'Elanna, what's going on?
PARIS: Well, then how come it's impossible to have a conversation with
TORRES: I'm sorry.
PARIS: I don't want an apology. I want an explanation.
TORRES: Tom, I'm tired.
PARIS: Asleep is more like it. You hardly said three words in that last
meeting. And then when Seven changed your design you acted like, like
you didn't care.
TORRES: I guess I didn't.
PARIS: I don't get it. How many times have we talked about how great it
would be to do what we're doing now? To really collaborate my piloting
skills and your engineering expertise. We finally get the chance to
create something together from the ground up and you're not the
slightest bit enthusiastic?
TORRES: I'm doing my job, aren't I? I delivered the thruster specs on
PARIS: B'Elanna, I'm not your boss. I'm not questioning your
productivity or keeping tabs on how many hours you put in. I just want
to know what's going on.
TORRES: I have to go.
Computer, activate holodeck programme Torres two one six.
COMPUTER: The programme is active.
TORRES: Disengage safety protocols.
COMPUTER: Warning. Disengaging safety protocols presents extreme risk
COMPUTER: Acknowledged. Safety protocols have been disengaged.
enters the holodeck and removes her jacket. It is a cave setting. A
Cardassian attacks her. She defeats him, and another grabs her from
behind. Then the first gets up again.)
JANEWAY: Ensign, put us into a high orbit. I want to stay well above
that ionospheric turbulence.
(It is a lady Ensign at the helm.)
ENSIGN: Aye, ma'am.
JANEWAY: There's the probe. Ten thousand kilometres beneath all that
methane, but still intact.
CHAKOTAY: We're not alone. I'm reading massive theta radiation. It's
being dumped by a Malon freighter approaching from the far side of the
planet. They're hailing.
JANEWAY: They're more talkative than the last ones. Open a channel.
KIM: Aye, sir.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: Leave orbit of this planet now.
JANEWAY: I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Captain Janeway.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: I know exactly who you are. You are the person
responsible for the destruction of one of our freighters and the deaths
of nine Malon citizens.
JANEWAY: I'm very sorry that lives were lost, but you're leaving out an
important detail. Your people were trying to steal a probe from us. We
warned them to stay away from the gas giant but they didn't listen.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: I'm taking your probe as compensation for our
CHAKOTAY: That's going to be a little difficult. It's stuck beneath the
atmosphere of the same gas giant that crushed your other ship.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: My people are expert at salvage operations.
JANEWAY: Well, Mister.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: Vrelk. Controller Vrelk.
JANEWAY: Vrelk. We have a little expertise of our own. We're a very
determined crew. So my suggestion is that you leave orbit and in the
future, if you come across anything that bears the insignia of the
U.S.S. Voyager, head in the other direction.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: You are making a serious error.
JANEWAY: End transmission. Why would people in the business of toxic
waste disposal be so anxious to get hold of a probe?
CHAKOTAY: It's not just any probe. It's multispatial technology. Maybe
they think it'll help them find new places to dump their garbage.
(Torres returns to her quarters to treat her cuts and bruises with a
hidden dermal regenerator.)
that night, the place is dark except for the kitchen.)
NEELIX: B'Elanna! What a nice surprise. I was just getting ready to
close. Business has been slow with so many people busy on the new
TORRES: Oh. I was just hoping we could catch up.
NEELIX: You want to catch up? With me?
TORRES: If you have the time.
NEELIX: Are you kidding? Yeah. Can I get you something? Name your
TORRES: Oh. Er.
NEELIX: Come on, B'Elanna! I handed that one to you on a silver
NEELIX: Name your poison? I was expecting one of those scathing but
affectionate insults you always make about my cooking.
NEELIX: You'll feel wittier on a full stomach. So, what'll it be?
TORRES: Actually, I was hoping for banana pancakes.
NEELIX: I don't think I ever heard of banana pancakes before.
TORRES: My grandmother used to make them for me when I was a kid. It's
always put a smile on my face.
NEELIX: Well then, one smile coming right up.
(He walks over to a replicator.)
NEELIX: Computer, one stack of banana pancakes. Smells delicious.
TORRES: Thanks. So how have you been?
NEELIX: Oh, just great. My security training is going really well.
Tuvok told me the other day that I'm, er, not completely inept. Aren't
you going to try them?
(She has one small fork-full.)
TORRES: Delicious. I have to get back to work.
and the freighter are flying in close formation above the gas
JANEWAY: What are they still doing here?
CHAKOTAY: Apparently, they're not willing to give up on the probe so
JANEWAY: The question is, how do they expect to get their hands on it?
TUVOK: It's reasonable to assume they're waiting for us to retrieve the
probe, at which time they'll attempt to steal it again.
JANEWAY: Maybe, but they have to know we're prepared for that. If they
were planning to fight you'd think they'd call in reinforcements, try
to out-gun us.
CHAKOTAY: Sensors don't show any other Malon ships in the area.
SEVEN [OC]: Seven of Nine to the Captain.
JANEWAY: Janeway here.
Report to the Astrometrics lab. I have important information regarding
JANEWAY: What have you got?
SEVEN: I've been using coherent neutrino beams to document activity
aboard the Malon freighter.
JANEWAY: In other words, you've been spying on them.
SEVEN: I've made a troubling discovery. This is a polythermal image of
an interior section of the alien ship. The shaded figures you see are
Malon crew members.
TUVOK: That appears to be a small ship.
SEVEN: Correct. The Malon are constructing a spacecraft composed of
TUVOK: Theoretically, such a ship would be capable of withstanding
extreme atmospheric pressures.
JANEWAY: I'll be damned. They're going after the probe themselves.
SEVEN: That's not all, Captain. According to my projections, they will
finish construction of their vessel at least thirty six hours before we
JANEWAY: Well then, I'd say we've got an old-fashioned space race on
Captain's log, supplemental. We've stepped up the pace of construction
in order to finish our shuttle before the Malon finish theirs.
According to Seven's most recent intelligence we've gained some ground
over the last twenty four hours , putting us in a virtual dead heat
with our competitors.
(Design note - the pilot sits alone in the nose of the flyer, with two more stations behind him, in delta formation.)
keep telling you, we've got to reinforce the hull with kellinite.
That's all there is to it.
TUVOK: Proposing the same flawed strategy over and over again will not
me it more effective, Ensign.
KIM: Well, we've got to come up with something or we'll never get this
thing off the ground.
TORRES: Vorik, turn that damn thing off. I can't hear myself think.
VORIK: Sorry, sir.
PARIS: Look, we could spend weeks trying to solve this, but we've got a
ticking clock. Engines are working, weapons systems are online. I say
we launch now and hope for the best.
TUVOK: Mister Paris, that is perhaps the most illogical statement
you've ever made. Unless we find a way to reconfigure the structural
integrity field the hull will incur microfractures during descent.
PARIS: Microfractures, Tuvok. Doesn't necessarily mean we'll have a
TUVOK: And if we do, I suppose these useless design elements from your
Captain Proton scenario will compensate for the problem.
PARIS: Hey, every one of these knobs and levers is fully functional.
TUVOK: And completely superfluous.
PARIS: Maybe to you. I am tired of tapping panels. For once, I want
controls that let me actually feel the ship I'm piloting.
KIM: Where are you going?
KIM: What for?
TORRES: To find out if this microfracture problem is a fatal flaw.
- Delta Flyer]
Computer, activate immersion shielding.
COMPUTER: Immersion shielding activated.
TORRES: Commence descent sequence.
COMPUTER: Range to probe, thirty thousand kilometres. Twenty five
thousand. Warning. Atmospheric pressure is exceeding tolerance levels.
Rapid ascent recommended.
TORRES: Continue descent.
COMPUTER: Acknowledged. Range to probe, ten thousand kilometres.
TORRES: Disengage safety protocols.
COMPUTER: Warning. Disengaging safety protocols presents extreme risk
COMPUTER: Acknowledged. Safety protocols have been disengaged. Warning.
Atmospheric pressure is exceeding tolerance levels.
TORRES: Reroute power from secondary systems to structural integrity.
COMPUTER: Acknowledged. Microfractures are present in zones one and
(The helm console goes Bang! knocking Torres out.)
CHAKOTAY: The Malon are venting a theta radiation cloud. Our shields
are down to eighty nine percent.
JANEWAY: Ensign, back us off.
CHAKOTAY: Vrelk is hailing.
JANEWAY: On screen.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: That was rude, wasn't it, but we still have
quite a bit of antimatter waste to expel. I hope we didn't damage your
JANEWAY: Our shields are fine.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: Mmm. Well, we only ejected a small amount of
waste this time. We still have much, much more to get rid of. Your
shields may not be able to stand even higher levels of theta radiation.
JANEWAY: I've already told you we're not going anywhere.
VRELK [on viewscreen]: Let's stop playing these games, Captain. You've
scanned my ship, I've scanned yours. We each know the other is building
a vessel to retrieve the probe. What you don't know is that my vessel
will be ready to launch in less than two days. You're too far behind.
JANEWAY: Well, if you're so far ahead, why bother trying to scare us
VRELK [on viewscreen]: Just trying to save you the embarrassment of
CHAKOTAY: Think they're really two days away?
JANEWAY: He's probably bluffing but we're not going to take any
chances. We've got to speed up construction somehow.
CHAKOTAY: We'd also better find a way to shore up our shields in case
Vrelk decides to do anymore venting.
JANEWAY: Good idea. Janeway to Lieutenant Torres. Computer, locate
COMPUTER: Lieutenant Torres is in holodeck one.
JANEWAY: Get down there.
- Delta Flyer]
COMPUTER: Warning. Hull microfractures are present in zones one, two,
three and four. Hull breach is imminent. Repeat. Hull microfracture are
present in zones one, two, three and four. Hull breach is imminent.
CHAKOTAY: Computer, freeze programme! B'Elanna. Chakotay to Sickbay.
What am I doing here?
EMH: You had an accident on the holodeck.
TORRES: How long was I out?
EMH: Almost twelve hours.
TORRES: I'd better get back to work.
EMH: Not just yet.
EMH: The Captain's asked me to keep you here.
TORRES: But I feel fine.
JANEWAY: Would you excuse us please, Doctor.
TORRES: Captain, what's going on?
JANEWAY: When the Doctor examined you he found evidence of internal
bleeding, fractured vertebrae, contusions, cranial trauma.
TORRES: I guess the accident was pretty serious.
JANEWAY: The injuries I'm talking about didn't happen recently. Some of
them are weeks, even months old.
TORRES: Well, I'm an engineer. I've had my share of bumps and bruises.
JANEWAY: But you didn't seek treatment for any of these.
TORRES: I don't run to Sickbay every time I stub my toe.
JANEWAY: Some of these injuries were life-threatening, B'Elanna.
TORRES: Do I look like I'm dying?
JANEWAY: The Doctor says many of the wounds were treated by someone
with the medical expertise of a first-year nursing student.
TORRES: Oh, that's ridiculous.
JANEWAY: Is it? We investigated today's accident. You turned off the
safety protocols during the holo-simulation. Why?
TORRES: We have a microfracture problem. With the safety protocols on,
there's no way to be sure what would happen during a real flight.
JANEWAY: You don't really expect me to believe that, do you?
TORRES: Are you calling me a liar?
JANEWAY: According to the holodeck logs, you've been spending a lot of
time there over the last few months. If I were to check, would I find
that you've been running other programmes without safety protocols?
TORRES: Would you like to look at my personal logs as well?
JANEWAY: B'Elanna, I'm worried about you. If there's something wrong, I
want to help.
TORRES: Nothing's wrong. Okay?
JANEWAY: No. It's not okay. And until you decide to be more forthcoming
you'll remain under the Doctor's supervision. Which means you're off
the shuttle project. I'm sorry.
TORRES: I'm not.
JANEWAY: Now I know there's something wrong.
Engines are operating at close to ninety percent efficiency, Seven's
got her new weapons system online. And if we can just solve that
microfracture problem, we'll be ready to go.
JANEWAY: Keep on it. Now, let's talk about B'Elanna. Tom, you had no
idea about these injuries or how she got them?
PARIS: She never complained about being hurt, but then again she's
barely speaking to me lately.
JANEWAY: It's almost as if she's been intentionally trying to hurt
CHAKOTAY: You think all these injuries have been happening on the
JANEWAY: Well, where else? If they'd happened while she was working, as
she claims, somebody would've filed an injury report.
CHAKOTAY: Any idea what sort of programmes she's been running?
JANEWAY: Are you thinking the same thing I am?
CHAKOTAY: I hate to go digging around in someone's personal holodeck
programmes, but if she won't tell us what's going on I don't think we
have much choice.
JANEWAY: Tom, what do you think?
PARIS: He's right.
JANEWAY: Start digging.
doorbell chimes repeatedly.)
TORRES: I'm sleeping!
TORRES: Hi. I, I thought you were the Doctor making a house call.
CHAKOTAY: He let you out of the cell block, huh?
TORRES: He thinks familiar surroundings will help speed my recovery.
CHAKOTAY: Recovery from what?
TORRES: That's what I said. He thinks I'm suffering from clinical
CHAKOTAY: Are you depressed?
TORRES: What are you, the new ship's counsellor?
CHAKOTAY: No. Just a friend.
TORRES: This whole thing is so ridiculous. I don't report a few scrapes
and suddenly Janeway thinks there's something wrong with me. Typical
CHAKOTAY: You have been running holodeck programmes without safety
TORRES: A few, but I haven't put anybody else at risk, and it's nothing
that I can't handle.
CHAKOTAY: Tell you what. What do you say you and I pay a little visit
to the holodeck? You can show me some of the programmes you've been
TORRES: Right now?
CHAKOTAY: Sure. Maybe if I see what you've been up to, I can convince
the Captain there's nothing to worry about.
TORRES: She's taken away my holodeck privileges.
CHAKOTAY: Consider them restored.
CHAKOTAY: Computer, activate holo-programme Torres zeta one.
COMPUTER: Programme activated.
TORRES: What are you doing?
drags Torres into the caves. There are flashes of weapons fire, voices
shouting and bodies on the ground.)
TORRES: Computer, freeze programme.
CHAKOTAY: Computer, belay that command.
TORRES: Turn it off!
CHAKOTAY: Not until you tell me what it is!
TORRES: You know what it is.
(Chakotay turns over one charred body.)
CHAKOTAY: Who's this?
TORRES: Li-Paz. Don't you recognise him?
CHAKOTAY: Oh, I recognise them all. Meyer. Nelson. Sahreen. You created
a programme to watch all our Maquis friends get slaughtered. What I
want to know is why?
TORRES: I thought we came down here to talk about safety protocols.
This has nothing to do with that.
CHAKOTAY: I'm not so sure. The logs show you only ran this programme
for forty seven seconds the day after I gave you the news about the
massacre. Then you shut it down and started running the most dangerous
programmes you could find, with the safeties off. Why?!
TORRES: This is ridiculous. I'm leaving.
CHAKOTAY: Computer, seal the doors.
TORRES: You can't do this!
CHAKOTAY: The hell I can't. You're not going anywhere until you tell me
what's going on. B'Elanna, why are you intentionally trying to hurt
TORRES: I don't know.
CHAKOTAY: Are you trying to commit suicide?
CHAKOTAY: Then why?
TORRES: Because. Because if I sprain my ankle, at least I feel
CHAKOTAY: What do you mean?
TORRES: I'm not trying to kill myself. I'm trying to see if I'm still
CHAKOTAY: I don't understand.
TORRES: When you look at those corpses, how do you feel?
CHAKOTAY: Sad. Angry. Maybe a little guilty that I wasn't there to die
TORRES: Not me. I don't feel anything at all.
CHAKOTAY: B'Elanna, the Maquis were like our adopted family. I can
understand you trying to block out that kind of pain.
TORRES: You don't understand. It's not just the pain. I don't feel
anything. Not about my dead friends, not about Tom, you, my job.
CHAKOTAY: Maybe you're afraid if you let yourself start to feel
something, you might not be able to stop. You can't just shut off your
emotions, B'Elanna. Sooner or later you're going to have to let
TORRES: Why? Just so I can go through it all over again?
CHAKOTAY: What are you talking about?
TORRES: When I was six, my father walked out on me. When I was
nineteen, I got kicked out of Starfleet. A few years later, I got
separated from the Maquis. And just when I start to feel safe, you tell
me that all of our old friends have been slaughtered. The way I figure
it, I've lost every family I've ever had.
CHAKOTAY: B'Elanna, you have a new family now, here on Voyager. You're
not going to lose us. You're stuck with us.
TORRES: You can't promise me that.
CHAKOTAY: No, I suppose I can't. Losing people's inevitable, and
sometimes it happens sooner than we expect. But I can promise you that
the people on this ship aren't about to let you stop living your life
or break your neck on the holodeck. You're going to have to find
another way to deal with this.
TORRES: I don't know how.
CHAKOTAY: Then we'll figure it out. Together.
JANEWAY [OC]: Commander Chakotay, we're under attack. Report to the
TORRES: You'd better go.
spatial charges are exploding around Voyager.)
CHAKOTAY: Why are they suddenly picking a fight?
TUVOK: I believe they're attempting to distract us, Commander, while
they launch their new shuttlecraft.
(And away it flies, into the gas giant.)
TUVOK: The Malon vessel is forty two thousand kilometres from the
probe, and closing.
CHAKOTAY: We can still catch them.
JANEWAY: Bridge to Lieutenant Paris.
JANEWAY [OC]: We've got to launch now if we're going to get to the
probe first. Are you ready?
PARIS: Yes ma'am. I'll begin the prelaunch sequence.
JANEWAY: What about the microfracture problem?
We're keeping an eye on it, but we sure could use an extra hand.
JANEWAY: Chakotay's on his way.
Chakotay, let me go.
CHAKOTAY: B'Elanna, I'm in a hurry.
TORRES: I am not out to get myself hurt if that's what you're thinking.
I just want to do my job.
CHAKOTAY: I thought you weren't interested in your job anymore.
TORRES: If that hull breaches, I should be there. I'm still the best
engineer we've got.
CHAKOTAY: Not lately.
TORRES: I can do this. I need to do this.
(He gives her the toolbox he is carrying.)
Delta Flyer has multiple windows around and above the cockpit, not just
a forward viewscreen.)
KIM: Forty seconds to launch.
SEVEN: Powering impulse engines.
PARIS: Stand by to bring aft thrusters online.
TORRES: I heard you might need some help keeping this thing from
PARIS: Welcome aboard.
TORRES: Vorik, you're in my seat.
VORIK: Excuse me, Lieutenant.
KIM: Twenty seconds to launch.
PARIS: Get that hatch closed.
KIM: Hatch sealed.
PARIS: Give me aft thrusters.
SEVEN: Aft thrusters enabled.
KIM: Ten seconds.
PARIS: Alright, let's see what this baby can do.
KIM: Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
The Delta Flyer is away, Captain.
JANEWAY: How long till they overtake the Malon shuttle?
TUVOK: At present velocity, approximately three minutes.
TORRES: Structural integrity's at ninety two percent.
KIM: There's the Malon shuttle. Two hundred kilometres off the port bow
and three thousand kilometres from the probe.
PARIS: We'll catch them. B'Elanna, how's the hull?
TORRES: Structural integrity's down about twelve percent.
SEVEN: They're launching spatial charges. Shields holding.
PARIS: They want to play dirty. Let's show them what a little
Borg-inspired weaponry can do.
SEVEN: Acknowledged. Loading photonic missiles.
(A console goes Bang!)
KIM: We've lost power to secondary systems.
SEVEN: Three direct hits.
KIM: They're losing attitude control. They're pulling up.
PARIS: Nice shooting, Seven. I'm taking us down to the target. Harry,
get ready to grab the probe.
KIM: Still out of transport range.
TORRES: We're losing integrity. Fifty percent, forty.
PARIS: If you can hold us together for another half a minute we'll be
within range of the target.
SEVEN: We still need to survive the ascent.
PARIS: One thing at a time.
TORRES: We're losing structural integrity. It's down to twenty five
PARIS: Harry, prepare to lock on.
TORRES: We've got microfractures forming. Aft starboard hull, zone two.
KIM: I've got a lock. Beaming the probe into the cargo hold. Got it!
PARIS: Initiating rapid ascent.
(A panel starts to buckle.)
TORRES: Harry, I need those secondary systems back online.
KIM: I can't. They're fried. (Torres pulls a cover off another section
and places it over the failing panel, then starts to weld it in place.)
SEVEN: Lieutenant, what are you doing?
TORRES: Patching a hole before it opens.
KIM: That'll never hold.
TORRES: It'll hold a minute or two, and with any luck that's all we
need. Seven, take over here. I need an EPS relay.
KIM: Er, there's one in the transporter control circuitry.
SEVEN: The panel is sealed.
TORRES: Good. Get away from it.
(She attaches the relay to a device she has taken from a locker.)
TORRES: I need a phaser.
throws one to her. She plugs it into the device as the repair starts to
buckle. Then she turns the phaser on and adjusts the EPS relay power
TORRES: Watch out. I don't know if this is going to work.
(She creates a forcefield across the area of the microfractures. When
the hull breaches, the ship is still safe.)
KIM: Glad you decided to come along.
The Delta Flyer has docked.
JANEWAY: And the Malon?
CHAKOTAY: They're a little preoccupied. Seems their shuttlecraft's
having a problem climbing out of the gas giant's atmosphere.
JANEWAY: Get us out of here, Ensign. Warp two.
ENSIGN: Aye, Captain.
CHAKOTAY: B'Elanna. I heard you did a hell of a job. So, how are you?
TORRES: You mean am I back to my old charming self? I don't know.
CHAKOTAY: Give it time.
TORRES: Chakotay. What you did down in the holodeck today. Thanks. But
if you ever do anything like that again, I'll break your neck.
Computer, one stack of banana pancakes with maple syrup.
(Torres takes a mouthful and smiles.)