Temporal incursion is complete.
- All organisms and objects eradicated. - Probe the continuum.
Has our target event been achieved?
Negative. Negative target event.
I don't understand, sir. We spent months making these calculations.
Time is patient, so we must be patient with it.
Eradicating a single Zahl colony wasn't enough for a total restoration.
We have to work on a larger scale.
Take us to the Zahl Homeworld. Prepare a new set of calculations.
We must erase the entire species.
Every life-form, every molecule.
Space, the great unknown.
Only now we're going to know it a little better. Harry?
Before there were maps and globes,
let alone radar and subspace sensors,
mariners navigated by the stars.
We're returning to that method,
with a difference.
Ensign Kim and Seven of Nine
merged their ingenuity to create this.
And I'm sure I speak for the entire crew
when I say, "Thank you."
Now, how the hell does it work?
Sensors measure the radiative flux
of three billion stars simultaneously.
The computer calculates our position
relative to the centre of the galaxy.
This is ten times more accurate
than what we've been using.
Seven, will you do the honours?
We've plotted a new course home.
It will eliminate five years from your journey.
Our journey. Nice work, Seven.
That region looks like
- it has a lot of M-Class planets. - It does.
- Grid 005. Primary species - the Zahl. - What do we know about this species?
Advanced, but non-confrontational. Their resistance quotient is quite low.
- Thank you. We've got work to do so... - I'd like to say a few words if I may.
I've prepared a speech for this occasion.
When I was first activated on stardate 48315
and I found myself mano a mano with the Delta Quadrant,
I didn't think we'd survive a week, let alone years. There was strife, discord.
You were all at each other's throats.
Over time I've watched this crew learn to work as colleagues, even friends.
Hear, hear.
Who would have thought that this eclectic group could become a family?
Starfleet, Maquis, Klingon, Talaxian, Hologram, Borg, even Mr Paris.
We've had our difficulties.
One might say, "We've seen the best of times and the worst of times."
I'd like to recount some from my perspective.
Under "best of times", I invite you to recall...
- Bridge to the captain. - Janeway.
- We're being hailed. - On our way.
Perhaps we could all reconvene later.
They're firing on us.
It's a small vessel. 15 life-forms aboard. Low warp capacity.
- Limited armaments, posing no threat. - Open a channel.
Good day, sir. Have we offended you in some way?
You will reverse course immediately.
This region is in dispute. You have no business in Krenim space.
I thought we were entering Zahl territory.
The Zahl have no legitimate claim here. They've taken what is ours.
Reverse course or be destroyed.
Unless you have something bigger in the torpedo tubes, I'm not turning around.
- But I am willing to discuss this with you. - No discussion. No compromise.
- They are in retreat. - His bark is worse than his bite.
He seems rather intent. Let's go to Yellow Alert. Maintain our course.
Maybe the Zahl can give us some answers.
In Zahl territory, you travel among friends. I apologise for the mishap.
It was hardly traumatic. But the Krenim claim this region as their own.
The Krenim dominated this space many years ago.
Weapons based on temporal science kept them in power for a long time.
A generation ago we defeated the Krenim and took back the planet.
We dismantled their military forces.
Their ships still wander our territory, making grandiose claims.
Now, tell me about Voyager.
A single ship alone, half a galaxy from home. How exciting for you.
Bridge to Captain. The Krenim are demanding to speak with you.
Hello again.
You've ignored our warnings. And now you consort with our enemy.
Leave or I'll send you home in a cargo container.
Gentlemen, please.
We're not conspiring against you.
A spatial distortion is heading this way.
It's huge. Five light years across and it's expanding.
Tracking its origin. A vessel near the Zahl Homeworld.
What?
It appears to be a build-up of temporal energy. A space-time shockwave.
- Tom? - It's destabilising our warp field.
- I've lost engines. - Shields to full. Brace for impact.
- She's dead. - Shields at 70%. They are firing again.
- We're being hailed. - It's about time. On screen.
- We haven't provoked these attacks. - Your presence is provocation enough.
We've been trying to communicate but the only answer I get is weapons fire.
- State your identity. - Captain Janeway of the Federation...
- Your reason for violating our borders? - We're simply trying to get home.
- If you'd allow us to pass through... - Submit to the Krenim Imperium.
I would prefer to seize your vessel before it's badly damaged.
Surrender now and I will forgo the execution of your crew.
I don't respond well to threats.
Then prepare to be boarded.
All hands, battle stations.
This is turning into the week of hell.
- Three seconds to impact. - Evasive manoeuvres.
Direct hit to our secondary hull.
The torpedoes rip through our shields.
They're penetrating our shields because they're in a state of temporal flux.
Let's exercise the better part of valour. Get us out of here. Warp 6.
Warp 6.
- No sign of pursuit. - Damage report.
Main power is down. We've lost environmental control on decks 7 and 8.
- The computer is off-line. - Do we have any sensors left?
- Short range only. - Commander...
Put the ship on 24-hour Tactical Alert.
Tuvok, analyse the data we have on those torpedoes. Modify our shielding.
When those Krenim attack again, I want to be ready.
Enter.
Sir, you were correct. The Zahl Homeworld was the focal point.
Its erasure has produced a complete temporal restoration.
- Complete? - Yes, sir.
If I told you to count the stars, would the task ever be complete?
Sir?
Our attempts may be sufficient. They may be even relatively successful
but they will never be complete. Choose your words with more precision.
- My apologies. - What were the exact results?
The Krenim Imperium has been restored to power.
Our territory now includes 849 inhabited worlds, spanning 5,000 parsecs.
- Counter indications? - Negligible.
No superior enemy forces, no unexpected diseases.
Calculations indicate a 98% restoration.
Our race is thriving once again.
The er...
the colony at Kyana Prime...
...that was restored as well?
No, sir.
In this timeline the Imperium does not extend that far.
Then our mission has failed. Begin calculations for the next incursion.
Sir, we have just accomplished the impossible.
Another incursion, even a minor one, could undermine everything.
We should dismantle this weapon and rejoin our people.
Not until every colony, every individual, every blade of glass is restored.
You said yourself our task will never be complete.
Please. We should be satisfied with what we have accomplished.
- For years we haven't come this close. - Not close enough.
If I may speak my thoughts.
Many are convinced that you have lost your objectivity.
They think your quest for precision is unrealistic.
Sir, we will never restore 100% of what we had.
We can manipulate the time continuum for centuries. It will never happen.
Return to your station and begin a new set of calculations.
Is that clear?
- Perfectly. - You surprise me, Obrist.
After so many years,
you still perceive time through conventional eyes.
"Never" is a word that has no meaning here.
As long as we stay on this vessel, protected from space-time,
We have all eternity to accomplish our mission.
Of course, sir.
Return fire.
My attempt to modify the shielding was unsuccessful.
During that last exchange we did some damage. They're vulnerable.
- Hit them. - Torpedo launchers are off-line.
Doctor to bridge. We've got a power overload in sickbay. I need an engineer.
Harry, can you handle it from here?
No. The overload is spreading. Half that deck will blow in five minutes.
Doctor, get your patients out of there. All hands, emergency evacuation deck 5.
- How many torpedoes do we have left? - 11.
Arm four. Stand by to open the launch doors. We'll deploy them like mines.
Aye, Captain.
I need your finesse. Let the Krenim get within 5,000 metres of us.
No problem.
Keep moving. Quickly. Please move quickly.
Warning. Structural collapse in three minutes.
- Torpedoes ready. - They're within range.
Tuvok... do it.
Got him!
30 seconds until the conduits on deck 5 blow.
Keep moving.
Please, hurry. That's it.
Warning. Structural collapse in 20 seconds.
15 seconds.
Warning. Structural collapse in ten seconds.
Warning. Structural collapse in five... four...
three... two... one.
Report.
Sections ten through 53 on deck 5 are gone.
- Casualties. - Reports are coming in.
12 wounded, many of them critically.
The Doctor is setting up a triage facility. Two crew members were killed.
Stand down Red Alert.
Assemble a security team. Survey the ship. I want a full damage report.
I'll be in my ready room.
You have the bridge.
What's left of it.
Come in.
I'm sorry about the mess.
You should see my place. It hasn't looked as bad since my Academy days.
- Is there something on your mind? - Yes.
- But you're not going to like it. - That's never stopped you before.
Broken.
I'll be blunt. Our strategy is failing.
Creating a temporal shield isn't working.
Not yet, but it will. With every attack we gather information about their weapons.
Before long there won't be a ship left to protect.
We don't have a choice.
- Maybe we do. - Here comes the part I won't like.
We should consider leaving the ship, breaking the crew into groups.
Escape pods, shuttles, each one with its own course.
- We'll rendezvous on the other side. - Then what?
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
At least we'd be increasing our chances of survival.
Abandon ship?
The answer is no. I'm not breaking up the family. We're stronger as a team.
One crew, one ship. If we split we lose the ability to pool our talents.
We become vulnerable. We'll get picked off. I say we make our stand together.
To be honest, I wasn't too fond of the idea myself.
As long as Voyager is in one piece, we stay.
We stay.
This looks like it stayed in one piece. Where does this go?
My lucky teacup. Right over here.
Red Alert. We're under attack. Two Krenim warships off the port bow.
- When will they get us out? - Let's get back to the game.
Grace Kelly. Cat burglars. The Riviera.
Name the title and the male lead.
- "To Catch A Thief." - Right.
- Clark Gable. - Wrong. Cary Grant.
I've seen it twice. It's Clark Gable.
You are getting them confused because they have the same initials.
No more 20th-Century entertainment. I am terrible at it. My turn.
- Category, athletics. - Fire away.
Athlete, parrises squares, championship finals, controversial decision...
M'Kota R'Cho. The only Klingon to play the game.
In the finals of 2342 one of the referees called a penalty against his team.
- R'Cho strangled him. - Impressive.
You're looking at a true sport aficionado. Let's see, how about interstellar history?
Great. Pick the subject I almost failed at the Academy.
Are you all right?
It just hurts a little.
- Feels like we've been here for days. - Actually, it's been about six hours.
Try to hang on. The emergency crews are going to find us any minute.
Come on, hurry up!
Go ahead and ask your stupid question,
before I pass out and you don't have anybody to play with.
OK.
It's a famous ship, pre-warp civilisation,
Montana, second stage, chemical engine.
- Another clue. - Vulcans, Earth, first contact.
Right...
Zephram Cochrane ship. What was it called? It's on the tip of my tongue.
You'd better lie down. Enough trivia.
No, I'm going to get this one.
- Lieutenant, Ensign. - What happened to the turbolift?
19 main power relays were severed. The turbolift system is non-operational.
Get me to the Jefferies tube network. The EPS manifold must have taken a hit.
Seven of Nine can take a look. We have to get you to the Doctor.
All right.
- The Phoenix. - What?
The vessel Ensign Kim was describing was designated the Phoenix.
I didn't realise you knew so much about Earth history.
The Borg were present during those events.
- Really? - It's a complicated story.
- Perhaps another time. - I think so.
Transverse bulkheads.
We've set up emergency force fields between all decks.
In the event of a cataclysmic breach, most of us would be protected.
- Ingenious. - Mr Paris came up with the idea.
I was inspired by an ancient steamship, the Titanic.
The engineers of the day constructed bulkheads that would lower into place
in case of a hull breach. They could stay afloat with half the ship filled with water.
The Titanic? As I recall, it sank.
Let's just say I've made a few improvements.
I knew your fixation with history would come in handy one day. Good work.
- Doctor to Paris. - Go ahead.
Report to the mess hall. More wounded are on the way.
I'll be right there. I'm a popular guy today.
- Seven of Nine to Tuvok. - Tuvok here.
An undetonated torpedo is lodged in the starboard Jefferies tube on deck 11.
The warhead is still active.
Do not attempt to disarm it. Hold your position and wait for my arrival.
Arrive quickly.
I've stopped the internal bleeding. You're going to be OK.
- Is that your expert opinion? - That's a promise.
- I know it still hurts. - It's all right.
A ruptured vertebrae. Let's see if I can repair it.
- Mr Paris, your assistance. - Give me a minute.
Now, Lieutenant.
I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere.
B'Elanna is not the only patient here.
- She's in pain. - But no longer in danger of dying.
Make sure the patient will live, then move on to the next one.
Emotional detachment is essential. Or you risk impairing your judgment.
- I understand. - You could see more friends here soon.
If you can't handle it, I'll find another assistant. You can leave.
"Physician, heal thyself."
- What's that supposed to mean? - You're the one who's getting emotional.
Several weeks go, before the conduits on deck 5 breached,
I saw Ensign Strickler and Crewman Emanuel at the end of a corridor.
They were trying to reach the Jefferies tube.
I kept the hatch open, waited for them as long as I could.
But time ran out.
I had no choice but to seal the hatch.
- It must have been very hard. - It could have been worse.
Had I lost my objectivity, everyone would have perished.
This man has damaged lung tissue. Treat him with inaprovaline.
If we attempt to dislodge the torpedo or move it, it will most likely detonate.
- Can we disarm it? - No. The warhead is destabilising.
It will explode in less than two minutes.
If we reroute emergency power and erect a level ten force field,
it should contain the explosion. We must hurry.
Determining the temporal variance will help us perfect the shielding.
- There's no time. - We won't have this opportunity again.
- Now! - The variance is 1.47 microseconds.
Excellent work but if you disobey my orders again I will be forced to...
Captain's log, stardate 51268.4.
This morning's attack destroyed the power grid.
No casualties but the replicator system was badly damaged.
We've gone to emergency rations. As a result the situation has gotten worse.
Environmental controls continue to fail, seven decks are inhabitable
and we've had to relocate the crew. Quarters are close, nerves are frayed.
I'm not sure what's more difficult to maintain -
Voyager's systems or crew morale.
It's important that we are together, working towards a single goal - survival.
- Happy birthday. - Happy what?
Today is May 20th.
Is it?
I thought we were still in April. I've lost track of the time.
This should help.
- It's beautiful. - 19th Century, mechanical movement.
A replica of the chronometer worn by Captain Cray of the British Navy.
His ship was hit by a typhoon. Everyone in England thought they were killed.
But eight months later Cray sailed his ship into London harbour.
There wasn't much left but a few planks, half a sail, but he got his crew home.
I appreciate the sentiment but I can't keep this.
Recycle it. We can't afford to waste energy on non-essentials.
Kathryn, I replicated this months ago. I wanted you to have it.
That watch represents a meal, a hypospray or a pair of boots.
It could mean the difference between life and death one day.
Enter.
- Reporting for duty, Lieutenant. - What is our agenda?
I'd like to take you to deflector control. I had an inspiration about the shielding.
Excellent.
- You've been damaged. - A minor laceration.
I've offered to assist you.
There are tasks I would rather perform myself.
- You're risking further injury. - Shaving is hardly life-threatening.
Tell me about your inspiration.
We've tried matching our shields to the variance of their torpedoes.
We must match the deflector array to the inverse of that variance.
Fascinating. When will the deflectors be ready?
Now, but the modifications are untested.
Our rounds can wait. Take me to deflector control.
- Seven. - Ensign.
- A friend of yours? - My cabin mate.
I was used to cohabitating with thousands of other drones.
- But I find it difficult with a single human. - In what way?
Ensign Brooks leaves equipment lying around and her clothing on the floor.
Most humans are less than meticulous when it comes to their domestic habits.
Indeed.
- A tactical question, if I may? - You may.
We're rebuilding the sensors and we're ready to programme the audio signal.
Do you want it to say, "Intruder alert"?
Or something more dramatic like, "Warning. Intruder alert"?
Or "Intruders among us. Danger. Danger. Intruders among us"?
- "Intruder alert”" will suffice. - Go with the classic. Understood, sir.
And you believe you have difficulties.
All hands to battle stations. Krenim vessels approaching.
Repeat. All hands to battle stations.
Bring the new shields on-line. We will test them in battle.
- Computer, activate tactile interface. - Weapon status?
Phasers are on-line. Torpedo launchers are inoperative.
- They're within visual range. - On screen.
Seven's shields should be on-line in a moment.
- It's a warship. - You know the routine.
- Evasive manoeuvres. - They're matching course.
Hold them off. Bridge to Seven of Nine. Where are those shields?
- Stand by. - They're charging weapons.
Seven, we could use a little of that Borg efficiency right about now.
- I can't shake them off. - They're targeting the bridge.
- Temporal shielding is on-line. - They're firing.
Full port thrusters.
Temporal shields are holding. No damage.
Hail them.
Channel open.
Krenim vessels, this is the captain of Voyager.
You may have noticed we have a defence against your torpedoes now.
I suggest you stand down.
No response.
Their mistake. Bring the ship about.
We are going through their space whether they like it or not.
We're within range of the Garenor Homeworld.
Set temporal coordinates.
Full power to the weapon.
Prepare for total erasure of the species.
Targeting the focal point.
Ready.
Fire.
- Temporal incursion in progress. - Trace elements?
- Diminishing. - Counter indications?
Non so far. Organisms and structures are being eradicated.
Track the temporal wavefront.
I want to monitor every change in the timeline as it occurs.
Yes, sir.
Captain, the Krenim warship is in pursuit but their weapons are not powered.
They don't know what to do now that we're shielded.
There's a spatial distortion heading toward us.
- I can't identify the phenomenon. - What's the source?
Unknown. But it originated approximately 20 light years from our position.
It looks like a shockwave.
- Tom, get us out of here. - We'll never outrun it, Captain.
Maybe our new shields will help. Brace for impact.
You were correct, Captain. The temporal shielding has protected us.
- The wavefront has passed. - Captain...
- Report. - It's a Krenim ship.
Identical hull markings. But it's half the size. Limited fire power.
- What happened to the warship? - I'm not picking it up on sensors.
It looks like this entire part of space has changed somehow.
Last time I checked this region was filled with Krenim colonies.
I just ran a scan and sensors show no colonies and just a handful of ships.
Transfer data to the astrometrics lab. Tell Seven of Nine to meet me there.
Astrometrics took heavy damage a few days ago. It's off-line.
Well, let's get it back on-line.
It appears that the Krenim Imperium has vanished and I'd like to find out why.
Something went wrong.
The entire Krenim Imperium has reverted to a pre-warp state.
Not possible. Our calculations were perfect.
There's an anomalous temporal reading 20 light years from here.
It's coming from a vessel.
What vessel?
Component 049 beta. A ship called Voyager.
It was classified as an inert component. It shouldn't generate a temporal field.
But it is. And it was enough to throw off our calculations.
Take me to them.
Sensors are on-line.
- Power levels are stable. - Is the astrometric database intact?
- Yes. - Display the scans of this region.
Spatial grid 005.
The Krenim Imperium - over 200 star systems, 900 planets,
thousands of warp capable vessels and now...
After the shockwave everything seems to have changed.
Run a new scan.
- Spatial grid 005. - Same space, different configuration.
Exactly as Chakotay said.
The Imperium appears to have been reduced to a few planets.
It appears that someone or something has altered history.
But why weren't we affected?
Perhaps we were protected from the changes by our temporal shielding.
But the question remains. What caused that shockwave in the first place?
Track it back to its origin.
The shockwave emanated from the Garenor Homeworld.
The Garenor? We passed their planet three weeks ago.
- The planet is no longer populated. - What?
Data indicates that when the shockwave appeared the Garenor vanished.
Erased from history.
Captain?
I'm no authority on time travel, in fact I've made it my goal in life to avoid it.
But this sounds to me like a causality paradox.
Think about it. A temporal shockwave eliminates a single species
and all of history changes as a result.
An intriguing theory.
The Krenim possess temporal technology.
Why would they alter history to undermine themselves?
We're still missing a big piece of the puzzle. Run another scan...
Scanning the vessel. Their shielding is generating a temporal disruption.
Collect samples. Two life-forms, ten square metres of the hull.
Yes, sir.
Disable their shielding, prepare to initiate a temporal incursion.
That vessel is in a state of temporal flux. It's like they exist outside space-time.
They're scanning us.
- Get a lock on them. - I can't isolate their signals.
- We're being hailed. - On screen.
State your identity.
I am Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager. Who are you?
I'm Annorax of the Krenim Imperium.
We've transferred your crewmen to my vessel for further analysis.
- You ship doesn't come from here. - We come from Earth.
It's 65,000 light years from here. We're on our way home.
I see.
We've been observing some rather unusual events in the region.
It seems your Imperium never existed. Could you shed some light on this?
That doesn't concern you.
What is important is that you understand that I bear you no hostility.
- But you have diverted my mission. - Your mission?
- You're responsible for the changes. - You're a long way from your world.
In a manner of speaking, so am I. Only one of us can go home again.
Your sacrifice will restore the lives of countless millions. I'm sorry.
- I'm reading an energy build-up. - Shields.
Temporal shields are weakening.
That energy beam is pushing Voyager out of the space-time continuum.
He's trying to erase us from history.
Their vessel's mass prevents them from exceeding warp 6. We can escape.
Captain, our structural integrity is still impaired.
If we go to warp the damage will be extreme.
- What about Tom and Chakotay? - We'll have to come back for them.
Clear the outer sections and prepare for wide-scale breaches.
Tuvok, activate the transverse bulkheads.
- Temporal shields are failing. - Engage warp 7.
They're not in pursuit.
We are losing the outer hull. Bulkheads are holding.
You've done your best,
but determination alone isn't going to hold this ship together.
It's time we faced reality.
We've lost nine decks. More than half the ship has been destroyed.
Life-support is nearly gone.
Voyager can no longer sustain its crew.
I promised myself I would never give this order,
that I would never break up this family. But asking you to stay...
...would be asking you to die.
You will proceed to the escape pods and evacuate.
Set your course for the Alpha Quadrant. Try to find allies.
Secure faster ships if you can. Anything to get home.
The senior staff and I will remain on board.
We will try somehow to rescue Tom and Chakotay.
The escape pods are equipped with beacons.
That's how we'll keep track of you.
When we find each other again, and we will,
we will find each other again,
I expect all of you to be in one piece with some interesting stories to tell.
Good luck.
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