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- Aah!
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- Huh?
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- Stop target simulation.
Murf. - Huh?
You got a message.
- Greetings, Starfleet Academy hopefuls.
It's high time you join me among the stars.
I don't know what he said,
but that kid's a shoo-in for Security Track.
- While Lieutenant Larkin wasn't able to reduce
the Polygeminus Grex's prodigious reproductive rate--
Hmm?
- Greetings, Starfleet Academy hopefuls.
- Oh, my gosh, if you block the chromatin,
remodeling at a specific locus, the protein won't bind.
So basically, I figured out how to stop
tribbles from multiplying.
- Huh?
- Thank you, got to go. - She just--
- Engineering needs people like us in the Academy.
We're organized, never argue,
keep our cool under pressure.
We--
No arguments here.
New year, new Jankom.
Nobody's more even-keeled than this guy.
Starfleet material all the way.
Aah!
- Um, you need help?
- Greetings, Starfleet Academy hopefuls.
- Huh?
Jankom's going places.
- Why is he sitting so far away?
- Here goes nothing.
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- Ah.
The joys of being corporeal.
- Greetings, Starfleet Academy hopefuls.
- Ooh, yip, yip!
- Robinson? - Present.
- Dal R'El? Dal R'El?
Dal?
- Whoa.
Still not as fast as me.
- Greetings, Starfleet hopefuls.
Prep school is over.
It's high time you joined me among the stars.
We have an important mission ahead--
one I believe the five of you are uniquely qualified for,
and it'll go quite a long way on your applications
to Starfleet Academy.
I've set coordinates for a shuttlecraft.
Welcome aboard.
Consider this your study abroad.
- Yes!
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What?
Who let these criminals apply for Starfleet?
Oh! Not gonna lie.
Feels good to see everybody again.
I wish our Starfleet divisions crossed paths more.
Whoa, Jankom, looking spiffy.
Yeah!
Jankom takes sonic showers now.
You should try it sometime!
Oh, no, Jankom is sorry.
That was rude.
Jankom is working on being more polite.
- A marked improvement,
if somewhat disturbing to see in a Tellarite.
I just wish Gwyn was here.
- She's probably Queen of Solum by now.
I'd take that over this study snooze-fest any day.
- Snooze-fest?
Do you know what a mega, huge, super deal this is?
Admiral Janeway's about to take us under her wing
on a real Starfleet ship.
This is our big chance.
- A fancy internship with her
is gonna look pretty nice to the Academy admission board.
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- Whoa.
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- You're not Janeway.
- No, I'm The Doctor--
an Emergency Medical Holographic program
and dear friend of the Admiral,
member of the "Voyager" crew,
hero of the Delta Quadrant.
No, nothing? - Uh…
- Well, Kathryn asked me to be your personal escort.
Oh, great.
There you go.
- I said "escort." I'm a doctor, not a butler.
- Another hologram?
But how are you off the ship?
- Mobile emitter. I'm no average hologram.
I've come to learn you care deeply for your former ETH.
That bond reminds me of a holo-novel I once penned,
which was very well received.
Anyway, I'm sure you'll grow to love me
just as much as you loved Hologram Janeway.
Yeah, okay, hologram.
I mean…
You're right probably.
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- So what's the mission?
A new scrap with the Borg?
Take down a galactic warlord?
Oh, uh, ooh, save Starfleet again?
Actually…
something you should be familiar with.
Starfleet has asked the Admiral to observe a new wormhole
to deem if it poses a threat.
That's the wormhole we created
when we self-destructed the "Protostar."
- Very astute.
After a rigorous probe survey,
we picked up Captain Chakotay's SOS transmission
from the other side, on the planet Solum,
52 years in the future.
- But isn't Gwyn heading to Solum right now?
- Solum may well be two different worlds.
The Solum of today that Gwyn is heading to is peaceful.
Future Solum has been torn apart by civil war,
spurred by first contact with the Federation
that hasn't happened yet.
- So Gwyn schmoozes with the locals,
and if they play nice,
it means a better future for everybody, right?
- Ah, today Solum, future Solum--
this timey-wimey stuff hurts my head.
- Sounds like somebody never read "Temporal Mechanics 101."
- I'll leave the science stuff to you.
Put me in the captain's chair.
- So what starship are we taking, Doctor?
A protostar class?
- The "Protostar" is still under construction.
Think bigger.
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- Ooh. - Ooh.
- What's with the faces?
- It--it's "Voyager"…
but not like Jankom's ever seen it.
- Her predecessor is a floating museum,
so Janeway thought it was high time for an upgrade.
Lamarr special-class science vessel,
refitted stem to stern
with the latest and greatest technology from our journeys
and then some.
- 29 decks, 800-plus crew, 2 schools.
- Admiral Janeway back at the helm of a brand-new ship?
- You're fortunate to continue your studies on "Voyager."
With the rest of Starfleet busy with the Romulan evacuation,
Janeway learned a captain was needed for the maiden voyage,
so she answered the call.
- I still can't believe we're here.
- You aren't the only Academy hopefuls on board.
Are those pins…
- Nova Squadron candidates.
Starfleet chooses the best and brightest,
and they are the shiniest of all.
I'm gonna look so good wearing one of those.
- Janeway's troublemakers.
Nice stares, Never-Squadron.
- They think we don't belong here.
- Jankom picked up on that.
- It's Admiral Janeway!
- Happy to have you aboard.
- That makes one of us.
It is nice to…
See you.
- Hey, Admiral, I wanted to ask about our big mission.
- If you'll excuse us, the Admiral is very busy.
- Ahem.
Only officers allowed on the bridge.
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- Admiral on deck.
- At ease.
I already promised Admiral Picard
I wouldn't lose this one in the Delta Quadrant.
Let's take her out for a spin.
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- You've each been assigned
to your own division of interest.
- Oh.
We won't be together?
Whoa. Wow.
- Ooh, check out the fancy elevator.
Elevators go up and down.
A turbolift provides rapid transport
with both vertical and horizontal axes.
Oh!
- Jankom will be here in Engineering.
Huh?
What a warp core!
Is that a slipstream?
- I'm so glad Jankom likes.
There are over 16 holodecks.
I'm sure Murf will find one suitable
for his security-training needs.
Oh.
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- Zero, you will assist me in sickbay.
Oh, look, we've arrived just in time
to witness the miracle of birth
for our resident Bolian.
- Is it always that colorful?
- Well, perhaps you'd like to consult
the Bolian physiology database.
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Now, Rok, given your interest in Xenobiology,
we thought Cetacean Ops would be the place for you.
It houses our finest navigators.
Did you say cetaceans?
Look, this is all amazing, Doc,
but…I'm kind of confused.
Janeway said she needed us for a mission.
- Of course, she needs every person on this ship.
We all have important roles to play if the need arises.
- So what am I supposed to do until then?
- Why, Command Training, of course.
- Like combat simulations or away missions?
Oh.
Do I get to shadow Janeway on the bridge?
Reading…material.
- With these, you can study famous lectures,
get swept away in treaties,
and learn the origins
of the oh-so-many Starfleet protocols.
May I suggest starting with a light reading
of "Temporal Mechanics 101"?
What?
Temporal Mechanics.
Just what I wanted.
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Oh, man, I'm so over this lame training schedule.
I want some action.
They say we're not ready for the bridge, but…
I got a plan.
- If we map out the Jefferies Tubes,
we could sneak--
- We're not here for your cockamamie plans.
We're here to study.
- "Cockamamie"?
Nice word, I'll allow it.
But study? I am not into that.
- Hey!
Jankom Pog thinks school is cool.
- Don't you think it's weird that Janeway said
she'd take us under her wing,
yet she's avoiding us?
- She has good reason.
She's captain of a Lamarr-class starship.
- And we need all these people
to observe a hole?
How exciting is that?
- Study a temporal anomaly?
I'd say it's super exciting.
- Don't you miss having our own ship?
We used to explore new worlds,
be on the bridge,
make the big moves.
We used to be heroes.
- And if we want to be heroes again,
we have to get into the Academy.
Ooh, I got to go.
It's my turn to feed the dolphins,
and they only like their mackerel a certain way.
- I should go too.
Don't want to fall behind in my medical studies.
- Sorry, Dal.
Just trying to fit in.
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- Hey, this is a pleasant surprise.
- Got to Solum yet? Feels like ages.
- Almost, could've been faster with a protostar.
How's the old gang?
- They love it.
I mean, it's the new "Voyager." What's not to love?
- You hate it.
I don't know.
I mean, things aren't the same.
Maybe the Academy isn't my thing.
- Give it some time.
I distinctively remember it took me a while
to warm up to your charm.
- Mm.
I wish I had some of that charm right now.
I'm about to step foot on a homeworld I've never seen
to convince people I've never met
to stop a civil war that hasn't happened,
all to fulfill the dying wish of my father,
who I barely got along with.
- No pressure.
- Yeah.
No pressure.
- So…
when you touch down and make all the Vau N'Akat love you,
which you will, won't that…
change things?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, if Solum never has a civil war,
your dad never travels back in time to Tars Lamora.
So won't you--I don't know--
cease to exist or something?
- Didn't you read Temporal-- - Mechanics 101?
No, no, I did not.
Explain it to me like I am a Dal.
Okay.
The past is the past, right?
- Uh-huh.
- So that hasn't changed,
or else we wouldn't be talking.
- Okay…
- I hope to make a new future that hasn't happened yet.
- Cool.
So, uh…
what's our future?
I-I mean, you know,
since we're pretty long-distance and everything.
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I meant, like, temporal future
with the decimal points and the line graphs,
not--not you and me.
Okay, maybe it was about you and me, but…
I'm being vulnerable here, and I'm not getting a lot back.
Gwyn?
- Transmission lost.
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I can feel his heart beats.
- That must be a wonderful feeling.
I wish I could experience it.
- May I offer some advice,
from one non-corporeal being to another?
- Please, Doctor.
- To touch, taste, smell, love--
with your Medusan physiology,
you may never experience these things
the way humanoids do.
In my experience, we all have an opportunity to grow
beyond our programming.
- I hope that proves true, Doctor.
- Janeway to the Doctor.
I've just received news about our mission.
- Our mission?
Oh, oh, yes, right away.
Reporting to Shuttlebay 3-- yeah, I-I mean 2.
We have 2 shuttlebays, not 3.
Silly glitch.
If you'll excuse me…
- Hmm…
Ah, there you are.
"Borg" is short for "cyborg"!
- That's one way to learn. - Oh.
What?
Are you here to tell me how much fun you're having?
- I'm here to tell you you were right.
The Admiral is hiding something,
as is her bridge crew.
- I was right? Of course I'm right.
Why am I right?
- While the Doctor's a highly skilled physician,
he is a terrible actor.
I believe there is more to this mission than meets the eye,
and it's going down in Shuttlebay 3.
- But "Voyager" only has two shuttlebays.
- You are learning.
Let's go.
It's time for one of my cockamamie plans.
- Huh? Hey, wait up!
You look like you're up to no good.
- Uh… - Jankom wants in.
Whoa, you're telling Jankom there's a Shuttlebay 3?
It's gonna have restricted access.
- That's what Jefferies Tubes were made for.
These things go everywhere.
Hey, do you see anything? - The coast is clear this way.
- What are you doing? - Oh!
- You're sneaking into the Jefferies Tubes.
I can see it all over your faces.
You're getting into trouble.
- Janeway's hiding something, and we're gonna find out what.
- You in, kid?
No!
- You may think it's okay to break the rules
like we used to,
but we can't afford to mess up anymore.
We worked so hard to get here.
And Starfleet's where I feel like I finally belong.
Do you really want to lose that?
- What? You're going too?
Fine.
Get in trouble. See if I care.
- Curious-- there is no Shuttlebay 3,
but there is a retrofitted hangar with restricted access.
I believe it's this way.
Shuttlebay 3-- tenth time's a charm.
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- Ah! There's nothing here.
This adventure stinks.
- Oh, maybe Rok was right.
Perhaps this is a cockamamie plan.
- We should get out of here.
♪ ♪
- Huh? - Oh.
- Whoa, what was that?
♪ ♪
It's an invisible ship.
- "Cloaked" is the proper term.
- Well, cloaked ships are illegal in Starfleet.
So what's it doing here?
Oh.
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- So, gentlemen, we have a problem.
- Let me guess.
Jellico is pulling the plug on our covert operation.
- No. After all our effort?
Does he know how hard it is,
keeping a mission classified from your own crew?
- I just got the call.
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Computer, decloak "Infinity."
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The Admiral fears the wormhole is growing unstable
and could put the entire timeline at risk.
He doesn't want to lose any more officers.
- So the rescue mission is scrapped.
- Captain Chakotay was your first officer.
Have they forgotten how much he means to you?
- They aren't just observing the wormhole.
They're going through it. - Oh, my.
- On a darn sweet ship too.
Federation support courier-- experimental.
And is that a temporal shield emitter?
What?
- I'm sorry. Are we trying to get caught?
Shush.
- I don't think I'm speaking out of turn when I say
it's only your orders I'll follow.
- Say the word, and we go right now.
- I appreciate the sentiment, but we can't go yet,
not if we want to preserve the timeline.
Until we convince Starfleet Command--
or the moment forces my hand--
I'll need the "Infinity" primed and you three ready for launch.
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- Hmm?
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- Commander?
- Hmm. Seems there's a leak.
I'll get someone to look at this.
- Engage cloak.
- This adventure is starting to shape up.
- They aim to retrieve Chakotay from the future.
- And this just got interesting.
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