(Voyager is cruising when it is hit by weapons fire.)
PARIS: A ship just decloaked off our port stern.
JANEWAY: Can you identify them?
KIM: They re-cloaked.
TUVOK: That disruptor blast had a Klingon signature.
JANEWAY: Evasive manoeuvres. Hail them.
TUVOK: No response. Port shields are down to fifty percent.
(We get a glimpse of a vessel usually seen in the Original Series.)
KIM: They've re-cloaked again. Tetryon readings indicate it's a D-Seven
PARIS: D-Seven? They were retired decades ago.
TUVOK: If their technology is antiquated
CHAKOTAY: Perhaps a metaphasic scan might be able to penetrate their
JANEWAY: Do it.
CHAKOTAY: Bridge to Astrometrics.
[OC]: Initiate a metaphasic sweep.
SEVEN: I've detected a vessel. Transferring the trajectory to tactical.
JANEWAY: Fire phasers.
Our cloak has failed.
KOHLAR: Divert emergency power to shields.
MORAK: Forward emitters are offline. The Federation ship is hailing
KOHLAR: Answer them.
KOHLAR: It may give us more time to get the cloak back on online.
JANEWAY [on viewscreen]: This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the
Federation starship Voyager. Stand down.
KOHLAR: We will not surrender to sworn enemies
[on viewscreen]: Of the Klingon Empire.
JANEWAY: I think there's been a misunderstanding. The Empire signed a
peace treaty with the Federation more than eighty years ago. If I'm not
mistaken, it's still in effect.
JANEWAY [on viewscreen]: I'm not lying. But even if I were your ship is
no match for mine. I suggest we discuss this.
KOHLAR: What is there to talk about?
The treaty, for one thing. I'll give you access to our database show
you I'm telling the truth.
KOHLAR [on viewscreen]: Databases can be falsified.
JANEWAY: I have a Klingon serving aboard this ship.
KOHLAR [on viewscreen]: Impossible.
JANEWAY: She's my Chief Engineer.
KOHLAR [on viewscreen]: I will meet this Chief Engineer.
JANEWAY: We'd be honoured to have you as our guest.
You're safe here. You have my word.
KOHLAR: Forgive me if I don't find the word of a human very reassuring.
JANEWAY: I'd like to know what you're doing in the Delta Quadrant.
KOHLAR: I'm not answering any questions until I see the Klingon.
Captain Kohlar. Lieutenant Torres, our Chief Engineer.
KOHLAR: You're with child.
TORRES: That's what the Doctor tells me.
KOHLAR: Did you conceive during the holy month of Nay'Poq?
TORRES: I have no idea.
KOHLAR: It would have been fourteen or fifteen weeks ago.
TORRES: That sounds about right, not that it's any of your business.
KOHLAR: I must return to my ship.
TUVOK: Aren't you interested in learning about the Treaty?
CHAKOTAY: Here's a copy of the Khitomer Accords.
KOHLAR: I must return to my vessel.
JANEWAY: Not without your assurance that you won't fire on my ship
KOHLAR: You have my word.
JANEWAY: Escort Captain Kohlar back to the transporter room.
TUVOK: Aye, Captain.
(Kohlar, Tuvok and Ayala leave.)
TORRES: What the hell was that about?
It's the truth.
T'GRETH?: How can you be certain?
KOHLAR: The scrolls say, you will find me after two warring houses make
peace. Our people and the Federation, our greatest enem,y are at peace.
T'GRETH: So the humans claim. These Accords may be a deception.
KOHLAR: The other signs are present. You will know me before I know the
MORAK : The child is unborn. It does not know the world.
KOHLAR: You interpret the scrolls well.
T'GRETH: We must verify the evidence.
KOHLAR: Your scepticism darkens my heart, T'Greth. What evidence did
our ancestors have when they began this journey? Nothing but their
faith. Tell the others to prepare. The Day of Separation has arrived.
Captain, the Klingon ship. Its core is breaching.
JANEWAY: Red alert. Hail them.
KOHLAR [on viewscreen]: I salute you, Captain. You did more damage to
our vessel than my engineer thought.
JANEWAY: We can send over a team to help you establish a containment
KOHLAR [on viewscreen]: There isn't time.
KIM: He's right. Their core is going to breach in less than thirty
KOHLAR [on viewscreen]: I'm requesting emergency transport.
TUVOK: Captain. Their crew complement is two hundred and four.
JANEWAY: Erect forcefields around the shuttlebay. Transport them
there. Tell your crew to stand by for evacuation.
KIM: Ten seconds.
CHAKOTAY: If we're still too close when their core breaches
JANEWAY: Go to warp as soon as their crew is aboard.
KIM: Five, four, three.
TUVOK: We have them.
(The antique cruiser goes KaBOOM! The shuttlebay is full of chattering Klingons.)
You spared us a dishonourable death.
TUVOK: Sensor logs indicate that the containment failure was not caused
by our weapons.
JANEWAY: You activated a self-destruct sequence.
KOHLAR: It was the only way to get us aboard Voyager.
JANEWAY: Why was that so important?
KOHLAR: It's our sacred duty to be here.
JANEWAY: I don't understand.
KOHLAR: More than a hundred years ago, my great-grandfather was part of
a sect which believed the Empire had lost its way. They discovered a
sacred text. It told them to embark on a journey to a distant region of
JANEWAY: You've been travelling for four generations?
KOHLAR: My people have always known the voyage would be long and
difficult, but the scrolls said we would be rewarded.
KOHLAR: We would find the Kuvah'Magh, the saviour of our people. The
one who will lead us to a new empire. The scrolls instruct us to follow
her wherever she goes.
JANEWAY: What does any of this have to do with Voyager?
KOHLAR: I believe the Kuvah'Magh is the unborn child of B'Elanna
JANEWAY: They take their beliefs very seriously.
PARIS: Seriously enough to destroy their own ship?
KIM: Couldn't they have just followed us?
JANEWAY: Apparently, their sacred text told them to cast off the old
ways as soon as they found this Kuvah'Magh.
TUVOK: They saw their vessel as the last vestige of the corrupt Empire.
PARIS: I was hoping our daughter would be special, but I never dreamed
she'd turn out to be the Klingon messiah.
TORRES: This isn't funny. They might be dangerous. I mean, what if they
want to hurt the baby?
CHAKOTAY: To them, your baby's sacred. It's unlikely they would do
anything to harm her.
TUVOK: Two hundred Klingons pose a significant security threat. I
suggest we keep them confined to the shuttlebay until we can find a
suitable home for them.
NEELIX: There are women and children down there. We can't just lock
JANEWAY: I agree.
JANEWAY: Assign extra security to every deck and make sure the Klingons
know and abide by the rules.
TUVOK: The bridge will have to be off limits. Engineering as well.
JANEWAY: Keep them out of all restricted areas.
TUVOK: Despite their reverence for Lieutenant Torres, she should be
assigned a twenty four hour security detail.
TORRES: Just what I need.
KIM: Where are they going to sleep?
NEELIX: We'll double up in quarters. I'll ask for volunteers.
JANEWAY: I know this isn't going to be easy, but until we can find
another place for them, we should do our best to make them feel
Captain, you must try the gagh.
JANEWAY: I'll pass, thank you. But I'm glad to see you're getting into
the spirit of things.
NEELIX: Well, I've been studying the Klingon database. They're a
fascinating people, very
robust. And they certainly seem to appreciate my culinary skills.
JANEWAY: Looks like everything's running smoothly.
NEELIX: Ah, not quite everything. some of the Starfleet people have
been complaining about the smell. Personally, I find it appealing. A
kind of a musky aroma.
JANEWAY: Maybe we can adjust the environmental controls to filter out
(A Klingon woman is starting an argument.)
CH'REGA: Thief! Touch my food again and I'll kill you.
KIM: Okay, everybody relax.
CH'REGA: He took gagh from my plate.
NEELIX: If you don't mind, Ensign, I've been studying Klingon
etiquette. You shouldn't quarrel over
food. Save your strength for battle, to fight those who would challenge
(Neelix gets thrown to the deck.)
KIM: Take it easy.
(Kim manhandles Ch'Rega.)
KIM: That's enough!
CH'REGA: You have a fiery spirit. You will make a worthy mate.
What a day. I never met a more ravenous group in my life. I must have
served over three hundred meals.
TUVOK: Mister Neelix, may I ask what you're doing here?
NEELIX: We're bunkmates.
TUVOK: There must be some mistake.
NEELIX: No, there's no mistake. I gave up my quarters to a Klingon
family. By the time I checked with Commander Chakotay, you were the only
one who hadn't been paired up.
TUVOK: You should have consulted me.
NEELIX: We're such close friends, I knew you wouldn't mind.
TUVOK: Mister Neelix, as much as I enjoy your company, I prefer
solitude in my own quarters.
NEELIX: You don't really want me to go back there and tell that family
to get out, do you?
Good. Because I promise you we're going to have fun, Mister Vulcan. I
learned some Klingon drinking songs. I'll teach them to you. (sings)
'ej HumtaH 'ej DechtaH 'Iw'ej Doq SodTah ghoSpa' Sqral bIQtiQ.
[OC]: Paris to Torres.
TORRES: I'm almost finished.
PARIS [OC]: You said that an hour ago.
TORRES: I'll be there in a minute, I promise. Torres out. Keep an eye
on the replicators, they've already gone down once today.
KLINGONS: It's her.
(Torres retreats into engineering.)
(Torres beams in.)
When you said be there in a minute, you weren't kidding.
TORRES: A group of Klingons ambushed me outside of Engineering. I
decided transporting myself would be easier than running the gauntlet.
I'm starting to feel like a prisoner.
PARIS: Well, at least you have a handsome cellmate.
TORRES: How long do you think they're going to be on board?
PARIS: I thought you'd be glad to have other Klingons around. You've
always told me how uncomfortable it is being the only one.
TORRES: I guess I should be careful what I wish for.
PARIS: Maybe you should talk to some of them. Give them a chance.
JANEWAY: I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help. Ten of the
Klingons have started a hunger strike. They say they won't eat until
you agree to meet with their Council of Elders.
TORRES: That's ridiculous.
JANEWAY: Their faith is obviously very important to them.
TORRES: They think I'm something I'm not.
JANEWAY: Just talk to them. Hear what they have to say.
PARIS: We could be with these people for a while. You can't avoid them
TORRES: I can try.
PARIS: If it'll make you feel any better, I'll go with you.
(Torres and Paris enter.)
(chanting) Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh.
Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj,
kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh. Mobar dohlomaj, kuvah'magh.
KOHLAR: You honour us with your presence.
T'GRETH: Look at her ridges. Morak was right. Your blood is not pure.
TORRES: No, my father was human.
T'GRETH: Couldn't you see this for yourself?
KOHLAR: Yes, but
T'GRETH: Why didn't you tell us?
KOHLAR: It wasn't important.
T'GRETH: Not important? We destroyed our ship because you said she was
the mother of the Kuvah'Magh.
KOHLAR: Show me where it's written that the Kuvah'Magh must have pure
T'GRETH: The Prophecy wouldn't lead us to a mongrel child.
PARIS: Hey, take it easy.
T'GRETH: Who are you?
PARIS: The father of that mongrel child.
T'GRETH: More human blood. Your Kuvah'Magh isn't even half-Klingon.
KOHLAR: I've spent my life interpreting the scroll,s and I say that all
the signs of the Prophecy are here.
T'GRETH: Liar. You've led us to a false saviour.
I told you this was a mistake.
KOHLAR: Lieutenant, I need your help.
TORRES: Any more help from me and you're going to have a holy war on
KOHLAR: That's what I'm trying to prevent.
My baby's just a baby. She's not a saviour.
KOHLAR: Perhaps you're right. But we must convince my people that she
KOHLAR: We've travelled more than thirty thousand light years in search
of this saviour, and in more than one hundred years we've found nothing
except hardship and isolation. When I saw Lieutenant Torres, that she
was with child, I didn't know if I was looking at the mother of the
Kuvah'Magh or not. But I did know I was looking at an opportunity to
this wasteful journey.
PARIS: Then you don't believe in the Prophecy?
KOHLAR: What I believe is that my people have suffered enough. If they
accept your child as the Kuvah'Magh you'll hold great influence over
them. We can find a suitable planet. You can tell them it's their new
home and they'll follow you there.
TORRES: I'm not going to lie to them.
KOHLAR: What's the alternative? My people staying aboard your ship
draining your resources?
JANEWAY: I agree with Lieutenant Torres. I'm not comfortable deceiving
KOHLAR: Perhaps you won't have to lie to them to convince them.
TORRES: What are you suggesting?
KOHLAR: If you study the scrolls with me, we may be able to interpret
them in way that appears consistent with the events of your life. Then
we'll bring those consistencies to the attention of the Council.
PARIS: So you just want to stretch the truth a little.
KOHLAR: It is possible that the sacred scrolls were scrawled by a
madman in a cave. Or perhaps they really were divinely inspired. Either
way, they've guided us for over a century. If my people start to
believe that the sacred scrolls have led them astray, there may be
JANEWAY: Is that a threat?
KOHLAR: Merely a fact. You're doing everything you can to get your
people home, Captain. That's all I'm doing for mine.
It says the Kuvah'Magh will be descended from a noble house. I don't
come from one and I'm pretty sure my husband doesn't, either.
KOHLAR: We all have nobility in our blood if we go back far enough.
TORRES: So these scrolls can mean anything you want them to.
KOHLAR: It is written that the mother of the Kuvah'Magh would be an
off-worlder. Weren't you born on a Federation colony?
TORRES: A lot of Klingons are born off-world.
KOHLAR: It also says that you would have lived a life of solitude, and
endured many hardships. That's accurate, isn't it?
TORRES: According to this, I'm supposed to have won a glorious victory
against an army of ten thousand warriors.
KOHLAR: Haven't you?
TORRES: We haven't even encountered ten thousand warriors. Unless you
include the Borg.
KOHLAR: Did you help destroy one of their vessels?
TORRES: I suppose.
KOHLAR: Couldn't that have been your glorious victory?
TORRES: I guess so.
KOHLAR: Where are the images of Kahless? Where is your family crest?
TORRES: They clashed with the carpet.
KOHLAR: Don't you honour any of your people's traditions?
TORRES: Not really.
KOHLAR: There is one tradition we can honour together.
TORRES: What are you doing?
KOHLAR: It's midday. Time to remember the sacrifice of our ancestors.
Haven't you made a plea for the dead before?
TORRES: Not since I was a child.
KOHLAR: The dead can't rest in Sto-Vo-Kor if the living don't honour
their memory. Perhaps there's someone I can honour on your behalf. Who
did you plead for as a child?
TORRES: My grandmother.
KOHLAR: She was called?
KOHLAR: Kahless, we implore you to remember those warriors who have
fallen in your name. Lift them out of the Cavern of Despair and reveal
yourself to them in all your glory.
TORRES: Right, in all your glory.
KOHLAR: Remember Kolax, son of Amar. Remember Talij, daughter of
TORRES: Remember L'Naan, daughter of Krelik.
(Kim enters, holding a cloth to his cheek.)
What happened to you?
KIM: I cut myself shaving.
EMH: Is that a bite mark?
KIM: One of the Klingons attacked me.
EMH: Did you do something to provoke him?
KIM: Not him, her. And she wasn't provoked. She was aroused.
EMH: Ah. I'm not surprised. I've studied the section on Klingon mating
rituals in their cultural database.
KIM: Then maybe you can tell me how to convince a female twice my size
that I'm not interested.
EMH: Hmm. You probably can't.
EMH: As I understand it, you have two options. Kill her, or mate with
her. Since the first option is clearly unacceptable.
(He hands Kim a PADD.)
KIM: What's this?
EMH: Authorisation for you to engage in intimate relations with a
member of an alien species. Be sure to get the Captain's approval as
Engineer's personal log, stardate 54518.2. I've spent the last two days
reviewing the sacred scrolls in preparation for my appearance before
the Klingon council. Kohlar also suggested I prepare a few colourful
stories to help win them over.
That's when they beamed aboard the Flyer, weapons firing. Tuvok and
Neelix fought valiantly, but there were too many Hirogen. I had to face
ten of their fiercest Hunters alone.
PARIS: Is that how you remember it?
TORRES: (underneath conversation) took them down two at a time, but
they kept coming.
NEELIX: Exaggeration is part of Klingon custom. She's doing great.
TORRES: I had my phaser shot out of my hand, forcing me to take down the
last Hunter in hand-to-hand combat. It was a glorious fight!
KOHLAR: Your ancestors would be honoured.
T'GRETH: You tell a good story, but that's not why you're here. Some
say you are the mother of the Kuvah'Magh, the one who will guide us to
a new homeworld. Has your unborn child told you where it is?
TORRES: The scrolls say, you will follow in my footsteps before I have
made them. Yesterday we changed course toward a planet very much like
Kronos. So in a manner of speaking, you are now following my child to a
T'GRETH: You deliver the words we want to hear, but it's Kohlar who
gives them to you. Are you his puppet in the bedchamber as well?
PARIS: Watch it. That's my wife you're talking about.
T'GRETH: He speaks. I didn't think you had a tongue.
TORRES: Leave him out of this.
T'GRETH: You see how he hides behind his female? It is also written
that the father of the Kuvah'Magh will be an honourable warrior. Would
an honourable warrior ever refuse a challenge?
PARIS: I haven't refused any challenge.
T'GRETH: I haven't made one yet. You and I.
(T'Greth stabs a kitchen knife into a table.)
T'GRETH: To the death.
PARIS: Stay out of this.
(Paris pulls the knife out of the table.)
PARIS: I accept.
What was I supposed to say?
TORRES: How about no?
PARIS: They were all watching. There would have been a riot if I
TORRES: So you're going to get yourself killed ?
PARIS: What makes you so sure I'd lose?
TORRES: Oh, please.
PARIS: Look, I have no intention of fighting anyone to the death, but
wasn't the whole point of this to get them to believe that we are the
parents of their saviour?
TORRES: Captain, this has gone too far. You've got to put a stop to it.
JANEWAY: I intend to. Mister Tuvok.
(Tuvok escorts Kohlar and
JANEWAY: Gentlemen, I'm afraid Lieutenant Paris had no authority
to accept this challenge. There will be no death matches aboard my
T'GRETH: I told you this petaQ was not the true father.
JANEWAY: Lieutenant Paris is perfectly willing to fight you, Mister
T'Greth. I'm the one preventing him from doing so.
T'GRETH: The father of the Kuvah'Magh wouldn't let a woman speak for
KOHLAR: T'Greth, there is precedent for an honourable compromise. A
non-lethal bout, fought with blunted bat'leths. The victory goes to the
first warrior to knock his opponent to the ground three times.
T'GRETH: A coward's rules.
KOHLAR: Was the Emperor Mur'Eq a coward? He was the one who instituted
these rules to insure that his warriors would kill their enemies and
not each other.
JANEWAY: If you agree to these terms I'll allow the match.
T'GRETH: I'll see you on the field of battle.
TUVOK: I assume you have a suitable holodeck training programme for
KOHLAR: He'll be ready. I'll train him myself.
(The crewman nods and walks on.)
(Kim comes out of a Jefferies tube.)
NEELIX: Something wrong, Harry?
KIM: Shush. Have you seen her?
KIM: That Klingon woman. The one I got into a scrape with in the mess
NEELIX: Officer Ch'Rega.
KIM: That's her.
NEELIX: I haven't seen her today.
KIM: She's been following me everywhere.
KIM: She wants to mate.
NEELIX: Oh! You're a lucky man. She's a fine specimen of Klingon
KIM: I guess it's a matter of taste.
(Ch'Rega appears. Kim heads for the Jefferies tube.)
KIM: You never saw
NEELIX: Wait, I have a better idea.
(Neelix pushes Kim against the wall.)
KIM: Neelix, what the hell are you doing?
NEELIX: Play along. I'm taking her off your hands. When I say you're
limited to two servings of brak't, that's all you get. Do you
understand me, Ensign?
KIM: Yes, sir. Whatever you say.
NEELIX: I don't think you do. If I catch you eating more than your
share again, I'll cut it out of your belly. (sotto) Run.
(Kim runs, bumping into crewmen.)
KIM: Excuse me.
(Ch'Rega gazes at Neelix and growls softly.)
(A cavern setting.)
I didn't think you approved of the competition.
EMH: I don't. I'm here in an official capacity.
NEELIX: Well, you do know they're fighting with non-lethal weapons?
EMH: You'd be surprised how much damage a blunt bat'leth can do.
KOHLAR: Warriors, assemble!
(Paris is in Klingon armour. Torres hands him his bat'leth.)
TORRES: Today would be a very bad day to die.
PARIS: I'll try to remember that.
KOHLAR: Let honour guide you. Tagh.
(Paris and T'Greth circle each other.)
T'GRETH: I see fear in your eyes, human.
PARIS: The only Klingon I'm afraid of is my wife after she's worked a
(They fight. T'Greth disarms Paris at one point, but he scrambles to
retrieve his weapon. They clash blades and Paris dodges the
slashes until T'Greth collapses, breathless. The EMH goes to treat the
KOHLAR: It's begun.
EMH: What are you talking about?
KOHLAR: He's dying.
EMH: Typically, I'm the one to make that kind of prognosis.
KOHLAR: It's the nehret. It kills all of us who aren't fortunate enough
to die in battle.
(Cytoplasmic scan 1027)
It's a retrovirus that destroys the cells by attacking the cytoplasmic
JANEWAY: Shouldn't our bio-filters have detected it when we transported
the Klingons aboard?
EMH: This is an insidious virus. It lies dormant, disguising itself as
inert genetic material until it inexplicably activates.
KOHLAR: The nehret always comes without warning.
EMH: I've reviewed my scans of the other Klingons. They're all
JANEWAY: Why didn't you tell us your people had a disease?
KOHLAR: We've never thought of it as a disease. It's more like old age.
JANEWAY: Is it contagious?
EMH: Only to Klingons. If you'd give us some privacy, I'd like to
examine Lieutenant Torres.
JANEWAY: Of course.
(Janeway and Kohlar leave. The EMH does the scan.)
TORRES: The baby too?
EMH: I'm afraid so.
T'GRETH: Why am I here?
EMH: You're ill. You collapsed during the fight.
T'GRETH: The nehret.
TORRES: Yes. Thank you for telling us. Now my baby and I have it too.
EMH: Where do you think you're going?
T'GRETH: To prepare for my journey to Sto-Vo-Kor.
EMH: You should be in Sickbay.
T'GRETH: Can you make me well?
EMH: Not at the moment, but
T'GRETH: Then don't deny me my tradition.
(The Council is sitting around, humming, when T'Greth enters.)
The child is not the Kuvah'Magh.
MORAK: But the father accepted your challenge. He defeated you.
T'GRETH: I was defeated by the nehret. B'Elanna Torres and her child
will fall victim to it as well.
T'GRETH: They both carry it. She told me herself.
MORAK: But the scrolls say the Kuvah'Magh is younger than old age.
T'GRETH: And stronger than sickness. She cannot be our saviour. We
should resume our search.
MORAK: Kohlar and many of the others won't agree.
T'GRETH: Then we must act alone for the good of our people.
T'GRETH: We'll wait for the right moment, and when it comes we'll seize
We've identified two potential colony sites in the southern hemisphere.
KOHLAR: We'll require topographical scans.
SEVEN: I'll prepare them.
T'GRETH: I shouldn't have doubted you. It appears the signs were there
all along. I'll join the survey mission.
KOHLAR: You're ill, old friend. You should remain here.
T'GRETH: I want my final days to be spent in honourable pursuits. Don't
ask me to die inside these walls.
KOHLAR: We transport in one hour.
(Some cargo barrels are transported away.)
Your transporters are much more sophisticated than ours.
KIM: I've studied Klingon transport systems. The basic technology isn't
all that different.
MORAK: But you were able to beam our entire crew aboard Voyager at one
KIM: We usually don't like to do that for safety reasons, but in a
pinch we can expand the buffer capacity.
MORAK: These are the targeting scanners?
KIM: Exactly. They work on the same principles as yours.
You said it was urgent?
EMH: I need to conduct a more detailed bio-scan of your baby.
TORRES: She's not sick, is she?
EMH: No. But I may be on to something.
I'll be leading the team going to site A, Kohlar will be in charge of
the site B team.
Good morning, Commander.
(Chakotay is knocked unconscious from behind. Harry gets thumped then phasered.)
Phaser fire in transporter room one.
JANEWAY: Bridge to Chakotay.
(Tuvok and guards leave)
bodies are arranged on the pads and beamed away.)
MORAK: They're on the surface.
T'GRETH: Now lock on to the bridge officers.
MORAK: They've activated a forcefield around deck one.
T'GRETH: Transport the rest of their crew.
Captain, I'm detecting multiple transports. Some of our people are
being beamed down to the surface.
JANEWAY: Cut power to the transporters.
PARIS: I can't.
JANEWAY: Bridge to Engineering. B'Elanna, respond.
PARIS: There's no one in Engineering.
The bridge officers?
MORAK: I still can't get a lock.
T'GRETH: Can you transport us there?
MORAK: I'll try.
[Outside transporter room]
Computer, open the transporter room doors. Security override, Tuvok pi
(Tuvok shoots Morak, but the others are beamed away.)
(There is a phaser
fight, Starfleet win, with Paris shooting T'Greth.)
T'GRETH: Grant me a warrior's death, I beg of you.
JANEWAY: Sorry. No mercy killings on my bridge. Get our people back.
PARIS: Yes, ma'am.
(The EMH wakes T'Greth.)
Why am I not in Sto-Vo-Kor?
EMH: Because you are healthy as a targ.
T'GRETH: The nehret?
KOHLAR: We have B'Elanna Torres's child to thank for it.
EMH: The foetus has hybrid stem cells. They contain Klingon and human
DNA. I used them to synthesise an antivirus.
T'GRETH: The child cured me?
EMH: Well, I was the one who devised the treatment
EMH: Yes, of course. The child cured you.
KOHLAR: The Kuvah'Magh has healed all of us. She truly is our saviour.
log, stardate 54529.8. While we're helping the Klingons into their new
home, life aboard Voyager is gradually returning to normal.
[Outside Tuvok's quarters]
Computer, open this door.
COMPUTER: Access to these quarters has been restricted.
TUVOK: On whose authority?
TUVOK: Mister Neelix, open this door.
NEELIX [OC]: I'll be there in a minute, Commander. That's, that's my
TUVOK: Computer, security override. Authorisation: Tuvok pi
(The door opens
to reveal a
dishevelled Ch'Rega, then a battered and bruised Neelix.)
NEELIX: Goodbye, my little par'machkai.
CH'REGA: Goodbye, my fearless warrior.
(They growl at each other, then she leaves.)
NEELIX: I'm really going to miss her.
(The place is a wreck.)
Oh. Don't you worry, Mister Vulcan. I'll have this place shipshape in
no time at all.
TUVOK: Just go, Mister Neelix.
KOHLAR: The bat'leth given to me by my great-grandfather. It's for your
daughter. I hope someday you'll tell her about us.
TORRES: I will.
KOHLAR: Qapla', B'Elanna Torres.
- Paris' quarters]
(Torres hangs the bat'leth in a place of honour.)
It doesn't seem right just to hang it on the wall.
TORRES: I'm not letting you scratch it up on the holodeck.
PARIS: I'm sure our daughter wouldn't mind lending it to the old man
every now and then. You know, this is one special kid we're going to
TORRES: You're just figuring that out?
PARIS: I was hoping for an artist, or maybe a musician, but she's
already the saviour of an entire race.
TORRES: You don't really believe that.
PARIS: I don't know. There are a lot of coincidences to explain. I
mean, what were the odds that they'd run into the one ship in the
whole quadrant with a Klingon aboard?
TORRES: Probably about the same odds that you and I would get married.
PARIS: Maybe we should name her Kuvah'Magh, just to be safe.
TORRES: Put it on the list.