The Prophets sing, "This is a holy time."
B'tanay - the time of awakening.
Return to that dark place from which all life springs.
A primal energy charges your blood.
An energy of rebirth.
The mind awakens and focuses on its task.
Flowers? An afternoon on the holodeck?
It feels like we're dating again.
It keeps the romance alive in a marriage.
I'm not complaining.
Lecture hall?
Guess again.
Opera house?
Not one of the Doctor's performances.
This is a movie house.
This is the old Palace Theatre in Chicago.
Built in 1932.
Look at the detail on that moulding.
It doesn't look very functional.
This isn't about function, but fantasy.
Chewing gum.
There can be too much authenticity.
Attention to detail.
That's what makes it fun.
Protective lenses?
These make the images on the screen
appear three-dimensional.
You've programmed a three-dimensional environment
that projects a two-dimensional image
and you want me to wear these to make it three-dimensional?
Great, isn't it?
Crick in your neck?
People didn't go to the movies just for the movies.
- Really? What did they go for? - I'll try to demonstrate.
I can see why this was so popular.
Sssh!
This would be more fun if we were alone.
Computer, delete audience.
Who's in the front row?
Must be a glitch.
No, that's Tabor.
This is an emergency. The Gill Man has escaped.
Please, please, clear the ocean area. Get out, everybody.
Are you OK?
He appears to be in a coma, but I'm reading unusual synaptic activity.
- What happened to him? - I don't know.
I'd like to know what he's been doing the last few weeks.
I'll access his duty roster.
Was Ensign Tabor wearing these?
- No, they were on the floor. - I don't think they cause comas.
Strobe lighting has been known to induce seizures.
We should analyse the optical properties of this movie.
When did you last speak to Mr Tabor?
About 10 or 15 minutes before B'Elanna and I got here.
He called to say the program was running.
- Funny. - Lieutenant?
In the Maquis we used to joke
that Tabor must have had his own force field.
He had a dozen fire fights without even getting dirty.
He's still alive. Perhaps his force field is holding.
I've reviewed the sensor logs for the four hours Tabor was here.
All systems were operating normally, safeties were on-line.
Run a level-5 diagnostic on the logs.
- Janeway to Tuvok. Report to sickbay. - On my way.
I found microfractures in his cranium.
They're minor, but the patterns suggest that he suffered a trauma.
- There are also subdermal contusions. - This man was attacked.
Whoever did it may still be on board. Go to Yellow Alert.
- Tuvok, you lead the investigation. - Aye, Captain.
Security override. Tuvok pi alpha.
Commander.
Crewman Jor, if I'm not mistaken, your quarters are on deck 4.
I heard about Tabor. I was looking for a book for him.
He's in no condition to read.
I was going to read to him. I've heard it can help to hear a familiar voice.
You and Tabor were friends.
Do you know why someone would hurt him?
I can't imagine.
Could you tell me where you were from 0700 to 1100 hours this morning?
On duty. In engineering.
You can check with Lieutenant Torres.
That won't be necessary. Thank you, crewman.
Harry's found that someone tampered with the holodeck sensor logs.
Several files have been deleted.
- Any sign of an outside intruder? - No, nothing.
I believe that a member of this crew is responsible.
Tabor was liked. What's the motive?
I have one suspect. Crewman Jor.
I find that hard to believe. She and Tabor were friends.
- Close friends. She was in his quarters. - A close relationship is hardly a crime.
In my experience, emotional involvements
lead to unpredictable behaviour.
That's an opinion. Not evidence.
There may be other suspects.
I will question all crew members who had recent contact with Tabor.
I'll check the internal sensors, see what else I can find.
Commander.
You seem awfully convinced that one of the crew is behind this.
You can't say that's the only logical conclusion. I can think of many others.
I realise my assumptions seem premature.
But have a strong instinct about this. You might call it a hunch.
I didn't think Vulcan's had hunches.
I can't explain it, Captain. But I can't ignore it either.
Someone on board is responsible and I intend to find out who it is.
- Pressure's fluctuating in 114. - Check the seals.
Yosa to engineering.
Engineering.
Hello?
Computer, seal hatch 613 beta.
Unable to comply.
Crewman Yosa to security.
His neo-cortical readings are identical to Tabor's
and he has the same microfractures along his right temple.
- Who discovered him? - Crewman Jor.
Chakotay to crewman Jor.
Jor, respond.
- Computer, locate crewman Jor. - Jor is in the mess hall.
Crewman Jor.
If this keeps up, I may have to open a special coma ward.
Look at their names. Tell me if anything strikes you.
Former Maquis.
A coincidence, or they were singled out.
There hasn't been any hostility between the crew for years.
Maybe one of your crew couldn't forget the past.
- My crew? - Our crew.
Are you any closer to a diagnosis?
They all have disruptions in their synaptic pathways.
The same cranial fractures, contusions.
But I still don't know the cause, or how to reverse it.
- Your investigation? - Nothing conclusive.
Five crew in comas and we don't have a clue?
The assailant has access to security protocols.
There is no other way to escape detection.
You'd better protect the rest of the Maquis. I'm running out of beds.
- What is it you expect us to do? - Stay alert.
Report anything to Commander Tuvok.
I'd rather report to you.
I don't trust the Vulcan. He betrayed us before.
- He was doing his job. - He didn't care about the Maquis then.
- We're not Maquis. - Tell that to our friends in sickbay.
We put differences aside years ago.
- It's history. - Maybe history is repeating.
We don't know what we're up against.
But the last thing we need now is an outbreak of paranoia.
Until we get to the bottom of it, I want you to carry phasers.
Nobody goes anywhere alone.
We thought maybe the intruder left behind an image.
Tom figured that if we dampened the photonic ambience...
Applaud Mr Paris' ingenuity later. What have you found?
Ensign Tabor.
Now take a look at this.
Impressive.
It doesn't tell us who the attacker was, but someone was here.
The assailant's height and weight?
I'd say between 170 and 190 centimetres. Maybe 75 kilograms.
- That describes about half of the crew. - We can rule out Naomi Wildman.
- Can you increase the resolution? - We're already working on it.
Keep me informed.
Commander?
Stop it. You're making me nervous.
It doesn't make sense. All these sensors.
How can the attacker not leave a trace?
- Good question. - Maybe it's a conspiracy.
Ever since Voyager sent datastreams home,
Starfleet has known that some crew are Maquis.
- So? - Maybe they think we're dangerous.
They ordered the captain to neutralise the threat.
Yes. That's it. She's putting us all into stasis.
The comas are just a cover story.
It's easier than putting us all in the brig.
- It could be her. - Oh, please.
That'll be all, Crewman. Please send in Mr Kim.
I'm still enhancing the photon displacement.
I called you here for another reason.
In the last datastream from Earth, you received a letter from Dennis Kim.
My cousin.
In that letter, he spoke of your mutual friend, Maxwell Saroyan.
- You read my mail? - Yes.
Isn't that a violation of privacy protocols?
As security chief, I can suspend protocols under special circumstances.
What is so special about a letter from my cousin?
The attacks began shortly after we received the last datastream.
Your letter was part of it.
- A lot of people got letters. - 28, to be exact.
But only six of them match the physical parameters of the photon displacement.
Am I a suspect?
According to the letter, your friend, Mr Saroyan,
was killed by the Maquis a number of years ago.
You got me Tuvok. I confess.
I was so distraught at hearing Max's name
that I fired my Captain Proton comatizer at every Maquis I could find.
Your sarcasm could be subterfuge.
Tuvok. It's me, Harry. Do you really think I'd be capable of this?
My personal views are irrelevant.
I learned about Max's death a long time ago.
I was upset, but I don't blame the Maquis
and I certainly don't blame anyone on this ship.
If that'll be all...
Is everything all right?
This investigation is... perplexing.
It defies logic.
I'll keep you posted on the holodeck analysis.
Doctor to Commander Tuvok. Report to sickbay immediately.
On my way.
I thought you might like to speak with Mr Tabor.
- How did you revive him? - I didn't.
His synaptic pathways stabilised on their own.
- How do you feel? - Fine, sir. Hungry.
- What do you remember? - Not much.
I was working in the holodeck and... then I was here.
- Was anyone in the holodeck with you? - No, sir.
Do you know why anyone would hurt you?
No.
What's going on?
Thank you, Ensign.
Crewman.
I ordered everyone into pairs. Where's your partner?
She's...
- Who's your partner? - Torres.
I told her we shouldn't split up. She said she could handle herself.
- You know how stubborn she can be. - I have a vague idea.
- Do you know where she went? - Cargo bay 2, sir.
B'Elanna.
- Computer, locate Lieutenant Torres. - She is in cargo bay 2.
Help me get her to sickbay.
- This is a holy time. - What?
Security to cargo bay 2.
Let the mind awaken and focus on the task.
My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts.
Captain's log, supplemental.
Chakotay and B'Elanna are the latest victims of our assailant.
I've put the ship on a level 10 security alert.
Non-essential personnel are confined to quarters
and security teams have been posted on all decks.
Ensign, run a metallurgical analysis.
Two more victims regained consciousness. Crewman Yosa and Jor.
Their bio-readings are normal, as if they just suffered a good night's sleep.
It doesn't make any sense.
It is a pattern and a pattern implies purpose. We simply have to uncover it.
- Any clues here? - Not yet.
I think our perpetrator is a ghost.
- Perhaps we should conduct a séance. - It couldn't hurt.
I have worked meticulously, yet he has outwitted me each time.
- How can you be sure it's a he? - I can't, but I am.
- Another hunch? - I can almost sense his presence.
It's as though he's challenging me to find him.
You're taking this too personally. Take a break.
- No. - You haven't slept in three days.
- Rest, clear your mind. - My mind is clear.
I don't want to make this an order, Tuvok.
I'll go over your scans. A fresh pair of eyes might help.
Captain.
Resist your doubts.
Don't question your mission.
Filter out the polarised photons.
Anyone you know?
Tuvok.
Computer, isolate the precise time index of this image.
Stardate 54090.4.
Where was Commander Tuvok?
- That information has been restricted. - By whom?
- Information restricted. - What's going on?
Computer, override those restrictions, authorisation Tuvok pi alpha.
Restrictions overridden.
- Where was Tuvok at the time? - Tuvok was in holodeck 2.
Computer, based on the most recent data, what is the intruder's height?
182 centimetres.
And what is the height of Commander Tuvok?
182 centimetres.
Captain, I believe I...
Ignore your doubts.
- No! - Commander, lower your weapon.
Who are you?
Captain, it would appear that I am the guilty party.
- How is that possible? - I don't know.
But for the safety of the crew, you must confine me to the brig.
He wants to speak with you, but remain outside the force field.
Tuvok.
Can your hear me?
I hear you.
But there is another voice, trying to control me.
Another voice? Whose?
"This is a holy time." What did you mean by that?
A primal energy charges the blood, an energy of rebirth.
- That's what the voice is telling you? - It's a Bajoran incantation.
The voice is Bajoran.
- We need to get you to sickbay... - No.
- No more scans. Leave me alone. - Don't question your mission.
Get away from me.
- What do you see, Tuvok? - The Bajoran.
Ignore him. Focus on my voice. Tell me what's happening.
I believe I've... been attacking certain members of the crew,
the Maquis, then investigating the crimes...
...with no memory of what I'd done.
Attacking them how?
- Mind-melds. - Why?
I don't know.
He is responsible.
What did you do to me?
Commander.
Is he a member of the crew?
Then who is he?
I don't know.
The day the first attack occurred, did anything unusual happen to you?
I was tending to my duties.
I received a letter from my son.
A letter?
This all started right after we received the last datastream.
I reviewed every letter... except my own.
Stay with him, Doctor.
- How long? - 29 hours. She woke up just before you.
They've all recovered. We don't know why. It's Tuvok.
- Tuvok? - He's in the brig.
He's being manipulated by mind control. Can he leave?
I don't see why not, but he should wear this.
There's something I want to show you.
Exo-linguistics always seemed a little too theoretical to me.
I've decided to study musical composition instead.
I would have sent my latest construct,
but they won't give me enough room in this datastream. Maybe next time...
- A letter from his son. - We found another embedded signal.
A letter within a letter.
Hello, Father. We received your last transmission...
This is a holy time.
B'tanay - the time of awakening.
Return to that dark place from which all life springs.
The signal corresponds with Vulcan synaptic frequencies.
Tuvok wouldn't have been consciously aware of it.
Teero.
Teero Anaydis, a Bajoran Vedek working with the Maquis.
- Doing what? - Counterintelligence.
He was thrown out for experimenting with mind control.
He thought it was a good way to recruit agents.
Apparently he was successful at recruiting our tactical officer.
These symbols triggered something in Tuvok -
preconditioned behaviour, instructions.
I should've known you'd show up again.
- Commander? - Teero was a fanatic.
He'd go to any extreme for the Maquis.
He called us traitors for rejecting his ideas.
He swore he'd fight the war on his own, if he had to.
Why instruct Tuvok to mind-meld with Voyager's Maquis
35,000 light years from Earth?
I'd like Tuvok to take a look at this message.
Maybe it'll jog his memory. Try to decode those symbols.
- It's him. - His name is Teero Anaydis.
- Teero. - He worked for Maquis intelligence.
Yes.
I remember meeting him.
I was undercover, doing reconnaissance on a colony near the Badlands.
He was a Vedek at the Bajoran temple there.
- Goon. - We spoke briefly.
He was interested in Vulcan culture.
That's all I remember.
Maybe that's all he wanted you to remember.
He was developing some kind of mind control technique.
We think he used it on you seven years ago.
What is it?
- I was restrained, very frightened. - What did he do to you?
- I can't remember. - Try.
I can't.
If we're going to help you, we need to find out.
Last time you meditated, it helped the memories resurface, didn't it?
You've helped me meditate.
I think I've learned a thing or two about the process.
Let me try to guide you.
- Where are you? - In a laboratory. Underground.
Is Teero there?
There is someone.
It's him.
Describe what's happening.
Lieutenant.
Tuvok? Tuvok?
It is Lieutenant, isn't it?
I'm sure your Maquis comrades would be interested to know your Starfleet rank.
Don't worry, I don't plan to expose you.
What do you want?
You.
- You're the perfect subject. - For what?
I'm a student of the mind. Yours is remarkable.
Disciplined, orderly. On the surface, that is.
Beneath...
Boiling emotions, repressed violence.
In a sense, you're two different men.
One I can never hope to manipulate. But the other...
I have been trained to resist mind control.
That's the rational, logical part of you at work.
But I want to reach your inner fire, your spirit.
Why? Please, please. Don't...
- Stay away from me! - Tuvok.
- Complete your mission. - No.
- This is a holy time. - Commander.
- Tuvok to Chakotay. - Go ahead.
Understood.
Janeway to Chakotay. Commander.
What did that mean, Tuvok? Tell me.
This is a holy time. A time of awakening.
This Teero has awakened you to do what?
If you can remember, you can fight him, you can resist. What does he want?
- To give us instructions. - What kind?
- Focus on your task. - No.
- It's Chakotay. - What is it?
I'm not sure. Sickbay to Commander Chakotay.
- Computer, locate Chakotay. - He is in sickbay.
- Computer, deactivate the EMH. - Commander?
I understand.
Deck 1.
Why were you using mind-melds? What did Teero want you to do?
To awaken the others.
- Resist your doubts. - No.
- Focus on me. - Complete your mission.
You don't control me!
- Good to see you, Commander. - It's good to be back.
Janeway to the bridge, report.
- What the hell are you doing? - I think it's obvious.
I'm taking control of your ship.
All personnel will be locked in their quarters.
- Step back in the brig, Kathryn. - What's Teero done to you?
He helped us remember who we are.
We're Maquis. We've always been Maquis.
The rebellion ended three years ago.
In the Alpha Quadrant, maybe. Not on this ship.
- Torres to Chakotay. - Go ahead.
- Deck 11 is secure. - Acknowledged.
We're 35,000 light years from Earth.
No one out here even knows about the Maquis.
- There's nothing you can accomplish. - If we exist, so does the rebellion.
That's Teero talking.
- You said he was unstable. - We won't hurt any of you.
- Your orders, Captain? - Take your station.
Captain's log, stardate 54101. Voyager is under my command.
We're en route to an M-Class planet where we'll relocate the Starfleet crew.
- We're in range. - On screen.
A nice place for a Federation colony. Take us into orbit.
Tuvok, would you mind joining me in the ready room.
You wished to see me, Captain?
You can drop the formalities. This is a Maquis ship now.
Vulcan brandy.
- I thought we'd drink to celebrate. - A fitting gesture.
- To awakenings. - Awakenings.
There are still 23 of our former comrades who aren't with us yet.
I was hoping you'd be able to help persuade them.
I'll mind-meld with the remaining Maquis,
to convey Teero's instructions.
It'll be nice to have my old crew back.
You've been a big help to us, Tuvok.
But I can't forget what happened seven years ago.
You have a history of betraying the Maquis.
- It won't happen again. - We have a small crew.
I have to be able to trust everyone, especially my tactical officer.
Bring her in.
Consider this a test of your loyalty. It's set to kill.
You said you wouldn't hurt anyone.
You're in control of your actions. Not Chakotay, not Teero.
Tuvok?
Don't do this.
This phaser is defective.
Take her back to the brig.
You pass.
Now we've got tactical issues to review.
I want to reroute all weapons control to my command console...
My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts.
Kim and Paris engineered a break-out on deck 6.
We contained them behind a force field.
- We should begin the evacuation. - Beam them down.
Begin on deck 2, section 01.
Belay that order.
Tuvok told me that this planet has an unstable atmosphere.
- Scan for an alternative. - The atmosphere is fine.
- We don't have time to debate this. - I can scan from here.
Chakotay, what's going on?
Stand down.
Your weapon?
I thought you might like your ship back.
No more rebellion?
It took another mind-meld with Tuvok, but I'm fine.
- You're all right? - I am in control again.
Whatever you said to him, it worked.
It's good to have you back, Commander.
Ready for "Attack Of The Lobster People"?
- I am not familiar with that species. - You will be.
I haven't completed my security rounds.
You have now.
- Buttered or unbuttered? - Thank you.
I saved you a seat.
- How long is this... entertainment? - I'm not sure.
Tom said something about a double feature.
I've been meaning to ask you, how did you know that phaser wasn't charged?
Chakotay doubted my loyalty.
He wouldn't have given me an active weapon.
Not exactly ironclad logic.
Call it a hunch.
Remind me to pay more attention to your hunches.
Sssh!