Star Trek: Voyager s02e26 Episode Script

Look.
And you said they were incompatible.
You have confirmed the genetic structure? An entirely new species.
I'm going to name it after you.
The Tuvok orchid.
That is an honor you should reserve for yourself, Mr.
Suder.
You gave this species life.
And you gave me life.
All of this is because of you.
Because of the meld.
The meld may have introduced you to my interest in floriculture, but you have embraced it entirely on your own.
And discovered a unique talent within yourself in the process.
I used to think the only talent I had was a talent for killing.
Please it's my way of saying thank you.
Very well.
I accept.
Tuvok, I want to do something for the ship.
I'm not asking you to let me out of confinement.
I accept my punishment.
But if I could just just contribute somehow.
What contribution do you feel you could make from your quarters? I was I was thinking I might adapt some of the genetic engineering techniques I've developed for the orchids to make the airponic vegetable garden more productive.
Your attitude is admirable.
I will discuss it with the Captain.
Do you think she'll agree? We'll see.
Now, shall we begin? Notice your mind working.
How it plans for the future, visits the past.
Notice those thoughts and set them aside.
Turn your attention to the white light that is your breath.
Captain, we're being hailed on a subspace frequency.
Are there ships in the vicinity? Negative.
Tracking the source.
Seems likes it's coming from an unmanned buoy.
Coordinates 140 mark 317.
It looks like a Kazon signal, Captain.
Take us out of warp.
Open a channel.
Chakotay, they're going to take your son.
When Culluh saw the baby I hear them coming.
I don't have much time.
When he saw the baby wasn't his Please, Chakotay, help us not for me, for your son.
I told you to stay out of here.
No, please don't.
Don't take him! I beg No! Please, no.
No! This is not my responsibility.
She has no right to expect me She knows you, Chakotay.
She knew how you'd react when you saw your son in danger.
I have a duty to this crew.
I can't just leave and go looking for the child.
And I'd never consider letting you go into a Kazon-Nistrim stronghold by yourself.
If we do this, we do it together.
That's something else Seska would know, too.
Do you think it's a trap? Do I think Seska is capable of manipulating you and me with this? Oh, yes.
On the other hand, it was time for her to deliver.
And that baby we saw did look part Cardassian and part human.
And knowing Culluh, I'm sure his pride was wounded when he realized the child wasn't his.
It makes sense, Chakotay.
It might all be true.
Still, the safest thing would be to ignore this message and resume our course.
I'm not going to resume our course just yet.
I want you to think about it, Chakotay.
This has to be your decision.
If you choose to go after him, I know I speak for the entire crew Starfleet and Maquis alike when I say we'll stand behind you.
Ah-koo-chee-moya.
We are far from the sacred places of our grandfathers.
We are far from the bones of my people, but I ask on this day of sorrow and uncertainty that the wisdom of my father find me and help me understand my dilemma.
Speak to me, Father.
Speak to me in my dreams.
I've never seen you so troubled, Chakotay.
I have a son, Father.
A son, Chakotay? Oh.
This is the reason for your despair.
Was he born with two arms and two legs and a heart that beats? Yes, but Then it's a cause for celebration.
You will make a fine father.
You needn't worry.
I'm not sure I'm willing to be a father to him.
Hmm.
Not willing? He was born without my consent.
I had no part in it.
No part in it? Well, it's been a long time, so forgive me, but it seems that I had to play a part before your mother could conceive.
My DNA was taken from me.
Used by a woman to impregnate herself without my permission.
I see.
You're trying to decide whether you should accept the child in your heart.
It's more than that.
But it must begin with that.
How do you take a child into your heart who is forced upon you by a mother's deception? He knows nothing of deception.
He is innocent.
Centuries ago, when the women of our tribe were raped by white conquerors, many gave birth to their children.
And we did not reject them.
They were accepted by the tribe.
One was a direct ancestor of ours, Chakotay.
His name was Ce Acatl.
He became a great leader of our people.
Here is a man who was given life without his mother's consent.
Are you so different from her? And is your child so different from Ce Acatl? No.
He is your son, Chakotay.
And he is a child of our people.
I've been in touch with the Talaxian mining colony on Prema II.
They're willing to come to our assistance if we run into trouble.
That's good for about 40 hours if we average warp 2.
After that, we're out of their com range.
Well, it's nice to know we have friends in the area.
Thank you, Neelix.
I recommend a full diagnostic of our tactical array prior to the start of the mission, Captain.
Agreed, but I want more from tactical, Lieutenant.
I want to anticipate a trap.
And I want a few tricks up our sleeves, if we need them.
Captain, I could program the deflector grid to make it look like we have help on the way.
I'll show you what I mean.
Excuse me, Doctor.
Echo displacement.
Exactly.
This is how we'd look to the enemy sensors.
If we generate multiple decoy images like these, the Kazon would think that ships are coming toward us.
We could create as many as we want.
That's a good start, Harry.
It should distract them for a while.
But what else can we do if we're eventually intercepted by a superior force? If you don't mind, I do have something to add.
Thank you.
Captain, I hesitate to offer suggestions in a field of endeavor that is not within my usual area of expertise.
Please, Doctor, your suggestions on any subject are always welcome.
Really? In that case, you may expect several more on a variety of matters in the near future.
Right now, may I suggest that we also consider attempting to create an actual holographic illusion of friendly ships.
With all due respect, Doctor, we can't even figure out how to project you into this room.
How are we supposed to create holographic ships in space? I would humbly submit that my program is far more sophisticated than your run-of-the-mill hologram.
In fact, projecting the illusion of a large three-dimensional object has been a trick of magicians for centuries.
We'll just do it with mirrors.
Mr.
Paris' predictable attempts at humor not withstanding, that is precisely what I would suggest.
Installing holo-emitters along the hull with parabolic mirrors to enlarge the images as they are reflected into space.
We're going to use up a lot of our power reserves trying to pull it off.
If these ships can fool the Kazon, it's worth it.
But can they? If the Kazon scan the holograms, they will immediately realize there are no life signs on board, no power signatures Okay, so we can't fool them for long, but maybe it'll be long enough.
It's an advantage.
And we'll need every advantage we can get on this mission.
Work on the Doctor with it, B'Elanna.
Mr.
Kim, cut power to all systems to minimum requirements.
I don't want to show up on any Kazon long-range scanners.
Mr.
Paris, locate the warp signature from Culluh's ship and set a course to follow warp 2.
Aye, Captain.
Dismissed.
Uh, excuse me, but there is one more thing.
Thank you.
It's not Culluh's ship.
Looks more like a shuttle.
Slow to impulse.
Set an intercept course, Mr.
Paris.
Have they indicated the nature of the distress? Just a signal, Captain.
No response to our hails.
Let's go to Red Alert.
Visual range.
On screen.
Showing one life sign.
Adult Kazon male.
He's in critical condition.
Janeway to Sick Bay.
Prepare to receive an emergency transport.
Standing by, Captain.
Commander.
Mr.
Tuvok, you have the Bridge.
Remain at Red Alert.
Aye, Captain.
His hip is broken.
Showing severe inflammation in the bronchial tissue.
It appears he inhaled noxious gases vented in the damaged shuttle.
I know this man.
His name's Tierna.
He's one of Seska's aides.
She had him work me over when I was on their ship.
Seska is dead.
Seska thought that she could manipulate the maje.
She bragged about it to me more than once, but this time she was wrong.
We had just launched the buoy with the message for you.
Then they came for her.
They cut her throat, as Culluh watched.
He ordered them to execute me, but I bribed one of the guards to get me to a shuttle.
As soon as he saw it leaving, Culluh opened fire destroyed my life-support systems.
He left me in space to die.
What about the child? Taken to the Gema IV colony to be raised as a servant.
We'll be needing your help getting to the Gema system.
You're going after him? This ship, alone? I want nothing to do with this.
I'm not taking you into Nistrim space.
Under the circumstances, I'd say you don't have much of a choice.
What's his prognosis? He'll be on his feet in a day or two, but there's still a number of things we need to keep an eye on.
He's had a nasty concussion, spinal cord trauma and a polycythemia, the cause of which I've yet to discover.
Polycythemia? An abnormal increase in the number of red blood cells.
I'd like you to run an autonomic response analysis the next time I question him.
I'm afraid that won't help you determine if he's telling the truth, Commander.
An ARA depends on making a baseline comparison with a known response for a given species.
Any Tom, Dick or Harry from the Alpha Quadrant, I could probably help you, but not with any of the new species of the Delta Quadrant.
Regarding his veracity, it may help you to know that if we'd arrived an hour later, he would have been dead from his injuries.
The molecular variance residual on his shuttle is evidence of disruptor blasts, and the signature is Kazon, so at least that part of his story seems to be true.
Plus, we confirmed nitrogen tetroxide fumes were in the cabin.
If all this was part of a Kazon scheme, he had to be willing to breathe poison for hours before we got there.
Have you found anything at all that would cast doubt on his story? No.
I still don't trust him.
The trip would take six days at warp 2.
Four days, if you didn't take such a circuitous route if we simply went across the Tenarus cluster.
You would encounter the Nistrim fleet before a single day passed.
Anyone who knows this part of space will tell you the same thing.
It so happens that I do know this part of space, my Kazon friend.
I just wanted to see if you would tell us the truth.
The route he suggests is safer, Captain.
Of course it's safer.
I don't want to run into Culluh any more than you do.
We might have more success avoiding him if you gave us the command codes for the Nistrim defense net.
Computer, display tactical overview of our current course.
Enter code sequence: Four-nine- one-one-seven-zero-Culluh.
Mr.
Paris, adjust our course to avoid the defense net.
Aye, Captain.
That is not an end to the danger.
We are heading into an area of space populated by Kazon factions that are loyal to no one.
They will attack without provocation.
Vessel approaching.
Coordinates: 314 mark 21.
Signature is Kazon.
Red Alert.
Configuration of the ship, Mr.
Tuvok? A small raider, Captain.
It does not pose a significant threat.
Nevertheless, it is powering up its weapon systems.
Shields are holding.
Return fire.
The raider is breaking off its attack.
Minor damage to secondary command processors on Deck 12.
EPS power supplies, and isolinear controllers are off-line.
No casualties though.
Begin repairs, Mr.
Kim.
Any other sign of Kazon ships, Lieutenant? Nothing on long-range sensors.
The raider is continuing to retreat.
We should have a couple of hours to ourselves at least.
Good.
We can use them.
Stand down Red Alert.
Captain, we're about to go beyond the com range of the Talaxian colony.
Just thought you'd like to know.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Maintain current course.
Captain.
I haven't forgotten, Mr.
Tuvok.
Very well.
This seems as good a time as any.
Captain.
Mr.
Suder.
Please please come in.
W-won't you sit down? Excuse the mess.
I wasn't expecting company.
Can I get you some tea? Have you had lunch? Nothing, thank you.
Lieutenant Tuvok has been telling me about your progress.
Has he? Well, I'm I'm very grateful to him, Captain.
I still have a lot to learn, of course, but he is an excellent tutor.
When we first started our studies, I The Captain's time is limited, Mr.
Suder.
What? Oh.
Of course.
I have explained your proposal to her.
I'd like to know more about it, Mr.
Suder.
What exactly would be involved? Yes, yes Let me show you.
I've actually had very encouraging results with a new gene-splicing technique.
I created a targeted restriction enzyme to facilitate the hybrid.
And you feel you could experiment on our airponic crops here in your quarters? Absolutely.
I would make this an airponic laboratory and all I would need are a few plants, certain chemicals and equipment.
What sort of chemicals and equipment? Nothing dangerous.
I've prepared a list.
It's an interesting proposition, Mr.
Suder.
Let me discuss it with Kes and Lieutenant Tuvok and I'll get back to you.
I've already discussed it with Kes and she is very interested.
Good.
Let me give it some thought.
If you're worried you can't trust me, Captain Mr.
Tuvok has assured I only want to do something something for the ship.
I understand, Mr.
Suder.
Then what's the problem? Why won't you give me an answer? Mr.
Suder.
I just want to do something for the ship.
Excuse me.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
None of the four Kazon attacks have caused serious damage, but the starboard ventral has been hit each time complicating repairs on the secondary command processors.
You are making an adequate recovery, Mr.
Tierna.
The only matter that I simply cannot understand is this lingering polycythemia.
I feel fine.
The medical record you gave us does not indicate any prior blood disorders.
Might it be an inherited trait? Do you know if your parents ever? My parents were killed in a Trabe attack shortly after I was born.
I see.
Well, we'll need to monitor this condition for a while.
It might be due to some chemical imbalance that our sensors aren't recognizing.
Possibly the result of the toxins you inhaled while on the shuttle.
You're welcome.
Feeling better? I'm sure I'll make a complete recovery.
Just in time for the Gema colony's defense force to destroy us all.
You're still not optimistic about our chances, are you? No.
We've had no problem repelling the attacks so far.
Attacks when there's a real Nistrim attack, you'll know it.
You still have pride in the Nistrim, don't you, Tierna? Even after what they did to you.
I remember that pride in your eyes when you pounded me with your fists while I was tied to a chair.
And I can see it in your eyes now, and that scares the hell out of me.
You must scare easily, Federation.
Tell me something, Tierna.
Every Kazon attack seems to focus on our starboard ventral.
Think that might be some kind of pattern? I wouldn't know.
Because if it is, and you've been lying to us Commander Chakotay.
Not in my Sick Bay, please.
Firing phasers.
Increase speed to one-half impulse.
Aye, Captain.
They're coming at our starboard ventral again.
Our shields there haven't been repaired yet.
We're going to sustain more damage to the secondary command processors.
Starboard ventral.
Warning.
Fires have been detected on Decks 12 and 15 Sections A-4 through C-18.
Control units are responding, Captain.
Keep our port forequarter facing the line of attack, Mr.
Paris.
Don't let them see our starboard ventral.
I'm doing my best.
Continuous fire, starboard phasers.
Acknowledged.
They're withdrawing, Captain.
Stand down Red Alert.
Mr.
Kim? Deck 12 is in shambles.
We barely have time to begin repairs before they attack it again.
At least no one was hurt.
The secondary command processors are nonfunctional.
We'll have to rebuild them.
I'd say we're looking at two days' work if we're not attacked again.
Why would these factions of Kazon, loyal to no one, all have the same agenda? And why would that agenda focus on a nonessential area of the ship? I don't know, but it feels like we're being pecked to death by ducks.
We can't just stay on this course and wait to see what they have in store for us.
I agree.
It's time to reexamine our game plan.
Mr.
Paris, reverse course.
Aye, Captain.
Mr.
Tierna should be restricted to quarters on a secured deck until further notice.
Acknowledged.
Dinnertime, Mr.
Suder.
We have a fine leola root soup tonight.
I'm not hungry.
Red Alert.
I'm afraid we have to go.
I'll leave it here.
Just in case.
How many do you count, Mr.
Tuvok? Eight large carrier vessels, confirmed Kazon signatures.
Funny how they show up right after we reverse course.
Time to intercept? Eight minutes.
Their attack formation is a classic Cardassian echelon.
Curious.
They have left us with an obvious avenue of escape, Captain.
You're right.
It is curious.
Too curious for me.
I don't know what's down that avenue of escape, Mr.
Tuvok, but I like to choose my own way.
Set a course to intercept their lead ship.
Aye, Captain.
Battle stations.
Time to intercept? Three minutes, ten seconds give or take a photon torpedo.
Mr.
Kim? Echo displacement ready, Captain.
Send in the cavalry.
Activating deflector grid.
They should be seeing the same thing on their scanners ten ships with Talaxian signatures.
Four of the Kazon ships are breaking formation.
Confirmed.
They're changing course.
They took the bait.
That only leaves four for us to handle.
I like those odds better than eight to one.
Two minutes to intercept.
Janeway to Torres.
We're ready down here, Captain.
All the new holo-projectors are on line.
We can create three Talaxian ships whenever you want to.
In about a minute and a half, B'Elanna.
Stand by.
Perhaps we should try one last systems check.
We've already done it twice.
I'm new at this, and we've never put such a demand on the holo-generators before.
We should've boosted the power input.
The defense systems are going to need all the auxiliary power we have, Doctor.
We might try a preliminary Doctor! Lt'll work.
Everything'll be fine.
I'm not worried.
Here we go.
They are randomly detonating torpedoes in our flight path.
Shields are holding.
No damage.
Hold your fire, Mr.
Tuvok.
They may have torpedoes to waste we don't.
Take us out of warp.
Engaging impulse engines.
Power to all weapon systems.
Stand by phasers.
Kazon vessel, 10,000 kilometers off our starboard bow.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Now! Initiating evasive maneuvers, beta sequence.
Two more Kazon ships approaching.
Shields at 90 percent.
Janeway to Torres.
Initiate holo-programs.
Acknowledged.
Energizing.
That's two.
And here's number three.
Help! Man overboard! Doctor, are you there? Are you all right? I told you we should have run one last systems check.
Fourth Kazon ship, dead ahead.
But they're dividing their fire, Captain.
The holograms are working.
Ready photons.
Torpedoes loaded.
Take us about, Mr.
Paris.
We want a good angle on that fourth ship.
Coming about, 141 mark 20.
Fire photon number one.
Full starboard roll.
Evasive maneuvers, lambda sequence.
Fire.
Shields at 85 percent and holding.
Minor damage reported, Deck 14.
Come about to 143 mark 060.
Coming about.
Ready photons.
Dispersal pattern sierra.
Fire.
I'm reading a massive discharge on Deck 8.
We've lost a primary plasma conduit.
Deck 8 Tierna's quarters.
Damage control teams to Deck 8.
I'm showing power failures all over the ship.
We've lost power to the new holodeck grid.
I can't restore it.
B'Elanna, are you all right? Yes, Captain.
But it looks like our reactant injector controls were hit.
Stand by.
All three Kazon ships are concentrating their fire on us now, Captain.
Shields at 70 percent and falling.
Starboard targeting scanners are off-line.
Evasive maneuvers, Mr.
Paris.
Gamma sequence.
Engineering, I need warp power.
We can't go to warp, Captain.
The containment field generator has been damaged.
I'm attempting to bypass.
Captain, if I can get a shuttle through the crossfire, I can go back and bring the Talaxians to help us.
Chakotay, take the conn.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
Shuttle is clear.
So far, so good.
Give him as much cover fire as you can, Tuvok.
Aye, Captain.
Voyager to Paris.
Please respond.
Tom, can you hear me? I've lost contact with the shuttle.
Navigational array is off-line.
We've lost power to forward phasers.
Shields at 30 percent.
They're buckling.
Report.
The driver coil assembly has been destroyed.
Impulse engines are off-line.
We're being boarded through the shuttle bays, Captain.
Phaser fights reported on Decks 5, 6, 7.
Intruder alert.
Security to Decks 5 through 7.
Begin evacuation.
Janeway to computer.
Initiate self-destruct sequence.
Authorization: Janeway-pi-1-1-0.
Set at ten minutes.
Unable to initiate self-destruct sequence due to damage to secondary command processors.
Stay where you are.
Don't move! Hold your fire.
Get down there! You! Move! I want to speak to Maje Culluh.
Easily arranged, Captain.
Hello, everyone.
What do you think of your son, Chakotay? He has your eyes.
Don't you think? Thank goodness he doesn't look too human.
You all have such weak foreheads.
May he grow up never knowing the contempt his father has for his mother.
I think I can assure you of that, Commander.
I intend to take him for my own son.
A man who would violate a woman under his own command What? doesn't deserve a son.
Is that what she told you? The boy will be trained as a Nistrim askara.
Already he has helped us win the greatest battle in our history.
Culluh.
I'd like to discuss what happens now.
You'll be given no more respect than any Kazon woman now that your ship and technology are mine.
I will tell you when you may speak.
Allow my crew to live.
They were following my orders.
You're even worse than she is.
What is it about the women from your Quadrant? You know she contradicts me in front of the senior askara? My own woman disputing her maje in front of others.
This is your fault.
You've let your women get out of control.
You know you have my deepest respect, Maje.
Why is it so dark in here? Somebody turn on the lights.
Order the repair crews to begin work immediately.
I want to leave for the Hanon system as soon as possible.
What's in the Hanon system? Your new home.
Take them to a cargo bay.
Have the whole crew brought there.
Check all quarters.
Move.
Good-bye, Chakotay.
I'll take good care of our son.
Oh, are you hungry, my brave little boy? You! Move! Keep moving! This is outrageous! Shut up! Computer, activate medical holographic recall.
Set for 12 hours.
Mark.
Check every room.
In here.
Get back.
Keep moving! Essential repairs are complete, Maje.
We have accounted for all but two of the Federation crew.
There is also a shuttle missing.
Yes, we destroyed the shuttle as it was leaving.
Has that been confirmed? Fine.
Have the other ships send out search parties.
Confirm the shuttle was destroyed.
And even if they find wreckage that seems to be from the shuttle, tell them to check for a recent warp trail.
Stand by to engage atmospheric thrusters.
Prepare for landing.
Activate the viewscreen.
Extend landing struts.
Ready environmental controls! Disengage engines.
Secure thruster exhaust.
A fitting end for a people who would not share their technology.
Let's see if you manage to survive without it.
All right.
Let's go.
We've got to find water and shelter.
We'll divide the crew into teams.
Each of you will be a team leader.
Make it clear to all your people that we expect to be rescued and our job is to survive until help arrives.
Do you really think it's likely that someone will find us, Captain? You're the morale officer, Neelix.
You give me an answer.
Help is on the way! Maybe Tom's shuttle got through.
It's very important that this crew be given a sense of hope.
That's our most important job right now.
Our top priority is drinking water.
Second is shelter to spend the night.
A clearing with a protected side like the base of a cliff would be best.
Food, fuel look for all the basic survival requirements.
That includes anything that can be used as a tool or a weapon.
We'll reconvene here in about two hours.
All right, start dividing the crew.
Looks like we don't have much daylight left.
We'll spread the teams out in a standard alpha search pattern to see what we have to work with.
Chakotay, Torres, you're with me.
Alpha team here.
Beta team, this way.
Gamma team.
Delta team with me.
The planet seems to be seismically active.
At first glance, it's an M-Class planet in a Pliocene stage of evolution.
Comparable to Earth several million years ago.
Captain.