05x01 - Night

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Star Trek: Voyager". Aired: January 16, 1995 – May 23, 2001.*
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Kathryn Janeway is the captain of a starship that is lost in space and must travel across an unexplored region of the galaxy to find its way back home.
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05x01 - Night

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Citizens of Earth,
your destiny is in my hands.

Those of you who acquiesce
to my demands

will be treated fairly.

Oppose me, and you face
a dire fate indeed

as my slaves in the mines
of Mercury.

You have one hour.

You'll never get away with this.

Oh, but l shall.

Your once-proud country
will fall to its knees.

How ironic that l am
using your rocket ship

to lead my space force
into battle.

You're wrong, Chaotica.

Before you came on board,

someone pushed
the self-destruct button.

ln three minutes,
we'll all be dead.

No!

The jig is up, Your Majesty.

Captain Proton.

Spaceman First Class,
Protector of Earth

Scourge of lntergalactic Evil...
at your service.

But l saw you fall
into the fiery mouth

of that volcano.

lt takes more than a little lava
to stop Captain Proton.

Now, l want you to call off
your invasion

and give me back my rocket ship.

There is one force
in this universe

that even you cannot defeat.

The same to you.

Doc.

Mr. Paris.

l should have known

it was you
monopolizing the holodeck.

Who is this insolent fool?

Uh, he's one of our men.

Computer, adjust the Doctor's
spectral frequency.

l have no interest
in your frivolous fantasy.

l'm here to rehearse a duet
from Don Carlo

and you've already gone
three minutes into my sched...

Enough!

Robot, att*ck.

Destroy them.

Start with him.

Computer, freeze program.

Doc, this is the final chapter--

''Satan's Robot
Conquers the World.''

We can't stop now.

Does the phrase
''to be continued''

mean anything to you?

Your opera can wait.

This program is a waste
of photonic energy.

Oh, really?

Take a look around you.

This is how the 20th century
saw the future.

We are studying sociology.

Perhaps you can teach a course
at Starfleet Academy--

''Satan's Robot:
An historical overview.''

Bridge to Holodeck 1.

What's going on down there?

Oh, nothing, Commander.

Just a little power surge.

Says here the hologrid
just blew out.

We're fixing it now, sir.

Well, make it quick.

The last thing we need
is a broken holodeck.

Seven, l want good news.

That's an order.

Then l must disobey.

l have no good news to report.

l've completed an astrometric
scan of the entire region.

There are no star systems
within 2,500 light-years.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Why can't we see any stars
beyond that?

There are heavy concentrations
of theta radiation.

lt has occluded our sensors.

Any other ships out there?

None. We are alone.

Every sailor's nightmare.

Commander?

lt's like being becalmed
in the middle of the ocean.

lf it weren't for sensors,

we wouldn't even know
we were at warp.

We've only been crossing
this expanse for two months

and we're already feeling
the strain.

How do we last
another two years?

We will adapt.

Easier said than done.

Shall l inform
the Captain of my findings?

No.

l'll tell her.

First Officer's Log,
Stardate 52081.2.

lt's been 53 days since we
entered this desolate region.

lf we want to continue
our course toward home,

we have no choice
but to cross it.

We won't have an opportunity to
take on fresh supplies or fuel,

so l've ordered all departments
to create an energy reserve.

We're using power cells
to stockpile deuterium.

This won't be much
of a briefing.

There's nothing new to report.

Humor me.

All right. Let's see.

Warp core's at peak efficiency,

just like last week
and the week before that.

And my Engineering staff
is going stir-crazy.

Thanks.

Ensign?

Nada.

Can you be more specific?

All systems are operating
within normal parameters.

Anything new on sensors?

l detected a sudden increase
of theta radiation

in the vicinity.

Source?

Unknown.

Could be worth a look.

Finally, some excitement--

radiation.

Next piece of business.

Crew morale.

Deteriorating...

obviously.

l have a few suggestions

that might boost
people's spirits.

Please.

Rotate crew assignments.

Add variety
to the daily routine.

l myself wouldn't mind
squeezing in

a little tactical training.

Noted.

And the holodecks
have been in high demand.

l was thinking...
we could install a few emitters

in Cargo Bay 2--

turn it into a third holodeck.

Hear, hear.

See to it, Harry.

One other item, sir.

Point of, uh, concern
among some of the crew.

lt's...

Well, it's the Captain.

She's been a bit elusive lately.

What's your point?

People take comfort
in talking to her.

When they see that the Captain's
happy, they're happy.

Rumor has it
she never leaves her quarters.

Captain's privilege.

She'll come to the Bridge
if and when she's needed.

Spare us the protocol, Chakotay.

lt's pretty odd,
you've got to admit it.

lt's her choice.

She can run this ship

from wherever the hell
she wants to.

Understood?

Yeah.

Sure.

We're all feeling the pressure,
including me.

Listen, maybe we've got
the wrong attitude.

Let's think of this
as a two-year vacation.

Dismissed.

That's a great idea, Harry.

Wow, Harry.

You're a real genius.

How do you come up
with these brilliant ideas?

You're such an optimistic guy.

Computer, lights--
maximum level.

Bergamot tea, hot.

First thing in the morning,
l replicate some curtains.

Predictable.

Hmm?

The Novokovich gambit-- you
always use that opening move.

That's because you always
fall for it.

l feel like we've played
this match a hundred times.

Derada is a game of subtlety.

Too subtle for me.

Hmm. l'll bet.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, if it doesn't involve
Klingon painsticks...

Good night.

There you go.
Just when l'm winning.

Who's predictable?

You don't want to start a fight
with me right now--

not at 3:00 A.M.

3:00 in the morning,
4:00 in the afternoon--

what's the difference?

You're angry 24 hours a day.

Everything is a joke to you.

Good evening...
or should l say good morning?

l guess you couldn't
sleep, either.

Why sleep when we're
having so much fun?

He's joking, Neelix.
We're all supposed to laugh.

l certainly am laughing

on the inside...
smiling, anyway.

Let's start a new game.
Cards?

A little snack?

No. l have a better idea.

Why don't we make a schedule--
a fight rotation?

We can optimize our resources.

l can start one,
then you can start one...

Please...

l am really tired
of these games.

Well, then don't play them.

Stop!

You are senior officers!

You are supposed to be setting
an example for the rest...

the rest of the crew.

Neelix?

l can't breathe.

Paris to Sick Bay.

Some morale officer
l turned out to be.

l've given you a mild sedative.

lt should control
the urge to hyperventilate

and alleviate
some of your anxiety.

Anxiety? Anxiety's what l feel
when l burn a pot roast.

This... this is more like...

Dizziness? Nausea?
Unspeakable dread?

Yes.

Nihiliphobia--
the fear of nothingness,

or in layman's terms,
the fear of...

nothingness.

lf it's any consolation,
l can relate to it.

l go into a void every
time l'm deactivated--

emptiness, complete
and utter oblivion.

l'll admit, it was
unsettling at first--

the existential horror
of it all...

You're not helping, Doctor.

Sorry.

My point is,
you'll get used to it.

l hope so.

Commander...

am l disturbing you?

No.

ls the Astrometrics Lab
designated for recreational use?

l come here to meditate.

Needless to say,
the view from my quarters

has been less
than stellar lately.

Astronomical phenomena
help you to focus your mind.

Yes. l imagine that each star
represents a single thought.

Meditation--
it rejuvenates you?

lndeed it does.

l suggest you try
Borg regeneration.

lt's much more efficient.

A simple cortical implant
would be required.

Another time, perhaps.

What is it?

Long-range sensors

are detecting
more theta radiation.

Dangerously high levels.

Source?

Unknown.

lt's probably nothing, just...
background theta radiation.

But it could mean
there's someone nearby.

Distance?

Approximately 25 light-years.

lt's a long sh*t
but alter course.

Yes, ma'am.

lf that's all, Commander...

Actually, l'd like
to make a request.

l've been saving up
my holodeck rations

and l've got
three full hours coming.

Any chance
l might persuade you to join me

for a few rounds of Velocity?

lt'll help clear your mind.

My mind is perfectly clear.

Then what if l told you l'm
not leaving until you join me?

l'd say, ''Have a seat.
lt'll be a while.''

Then l'll be blunt.

You've picked a bad time

to isolate yourself
from the crew.

This ship needs a Captain,
especially now.

Would you be satisfied with

''l'm just catching up
on some reading?''

l'm not sure
l understand it myself.

lt started when we
entered this...

What does the crew call it?

The Void.

Charming.

Oh, what l wouldn't give
for a few Borg cubes about now--

anything for
a little distraction.

Strange as it sounds...

l almost long for the days

when we were under
constant att*ck.

No time to stop and think

about how we got stranded
in the Delta Quadrant.

How did we end up here,
Chakotay?

Answer me.

We were faced
with a difficult choice.

We had the means to get home,

but using it would have put
an innocent people at risk

so we decided to stay.

No... no, no.

l decided to stay.

l made that choice
for everyone.

We're alive and well

and we've gathered enough
data about this Quadrant

to keep Starfleet scientists
busy for decades.

Our mission's been a success.

Very same words
l've been telling myself

for the past four years.

But then we hit this Void,

and l started to realize
how empty those words sound.

Kathryn...

l made an error in judgment,
Chakotay.

lt was shortsighted
and it was selfish

and now all of us
are paying for my mistake.

So if you don't mind, Commander,
l'll pass on that little game.

And l'll leave shipboard morale
in your capable hands.

lf the crew asks for me,

tell them the Captain
sends her regards.

Sir.

Relax, Ensign.

Anything to report?

Not even a stray electron,

but l did finish
writing my concerto.

l call it Echoes of the Void.

Got a minute?

Too many, in fact.

Tell me what you think.

Now, when we last saw
our heroes,

they had just retaken
their rocket ship.

Dr. Chaotica had escaped,

but he left behind
his trusty robot

to foil Captain Proton.

My designation?

Ah, right.
You're Constance Goodheart.

You're... my secretary.

Secretary?

Yeah. You tag along
on all the missions.

Now, l want you to keep
the robot occupied

while l save Earth.

Computer, run program.

Citizen of Earth, surrender.

Do not resist.

l am Borg.

Surrender...

The robot has been neutralized.

May l leave now?

Come on, Seven.

Give it a chance.

The galaxy's at stake.

We've dropped out of warp.

We're losing power.

Switch to auxiliary.

No effect.

l was hoping
for a change of pace,

but a blackout isn't exactly
what l had in mind.

l'll try tapping
into the energy reserves.

Double-check the radio relay.

Man the lock plate.

Yeah, l'll get on that
right away.

Get inside
those plasma injectors!

lnfuse them manually
if you have to.

Lieutenant...

Just a second.

l'm not sure
how to work this thing.

Captain Proton to the rescue.

lt's not exactly
Starfleet issue.

Shipwide power loss?

Everything's off-line--
main power, auxiliary...

lndependent subsystems
are operational--

environmental controls,
holodecks...

Reroute power from this holodeck
to the emergency relays.

Yes, ma'am.

No luck.

The hologrid is frozen.

Neelix.

Don't mind me.

There's been a power loss.

Nothing to worry about.

Who's worried?

Come on.

Take deep breaths--
nice and slow.

That's it.

Bingo!

We've got partial sensors.

l found the cause
of our power drain.

lt's some kind
of dampening field.

The source is
off the port bow.

That's about all l can tell you.

On screen.

Do we have the power
to launch a photon torpedo?

Maybe one. Why?

Perhaps we could
shed some light

on our predicament.

l'm reconfiguring the torpedo

to emit a sustained
polyluminous burst.

A ''warp flare.''

Precisely.

l need something
to pry open this hatch.

Computer,
disengage safety protocols!

l saw something!

Over there.

l'm telling you,
l saw something.

l may be nihiliphobic,
but my eyes work just fine.

l can hear breathing.

Follow me.

Yes, ma'am.

Torpedo reconfigured.

Away.

l can barely see
the injector ports.

How about a little light
over here?

We can do better than that.

This power cell should be enough

to get emergency power
back on line.

Up here!

We'll hook it up directly
to the EPS manifold.

Emergency power just came back.

We've got tactical.

Raising shields.

The warp core's on line.

Janeway to Bridge.
Report.

The dampening field
has been blocked, Captain.

We are surrounded
by three alien vessels.

17 intruders are on board.

The ships aren't
responding to hails.

We do have weapons on line.

Tuvok, target the ship
off our port bow.

Fire a few warning sh*ts.

Shields down to 64 percent.

Do we have propulsion?

Not yet.

He was att*cked by an intruder.

These burns are severe.

l disabled the alien.

lt may still be alive.

Bring it to Sick Bay.

Shields are down.

They're reinitializing
the dampening field.

We're losing power.

Not again.

They've stopped their att*ck.

They're beaming off the ship.

There's another vessel
approaching.

We're being hailed.

On screen.

l'm Lieutenant Commander Tuvok
of the Federation...

l had to fire 13 spatial charges
to drive those ships off.

l expect to be compensated.

Of course.

Now...

tell me...

what are you doing
in the middle of nowhere?

The bio-filters are detecting
high levels of theta radiation.

Compensate.

Welcome aboard.

l'm afraid we'll have
to talk here.

You appear to be leaking.

Yes, yes. My isolation suit.

Don't be alarmed.

We'd prefer to be
on the safe side, Mister...?

Emck. Controller Emck,

Malon export vessel,
eleventh gradient.

lt's a pleasure to meet you

and a relief...

l'd advise you
to turn around immediately.

There are more
of those creatures ahead--

thousands of vessels.

They are almost impossible
to detect.

You won't survive
another att*ck.

We can't go back.

We're crossing this
expanse to reach our home.

Mmm.

Then, uh... it appears
you'll be coming with me.

What do you mean?

There's a spatial vortex
a few light-years from here.

lt leads directly
to the other side

of the expanse.

We've been using it for years.

That would get us
out of the Void

and cut two years
off our journey home.

Well, thank you again.

l'm curious, Mr. Emck.

What are you doing here--

besides rescuing
starships in distress?

Ah. l'm on a...
transport mission.

My sensors tell me

that one of the creatures
is still aboard your ship.

lt was injured
during the att*ck.

Our Doctor's treating it.

Why?

Enough questions.

Give me the creature
and l'll take you to the vortex.

Well, my apologies, Mr. Emck,

but l'd like to know
what's going on here.

Are you at w*r
with these beings?

None of your concern.

Your vessel seems to be leaking

large amounts
of theta radiation.

What kind of transport mission
are you on exactly?

My ship will depart
in two hours.

Cooperate or stay behind.

l won't be coming to your rescue
when the creatures return.

l'm finished here.

l think it's time we heard
the other side of the story.

Watch your step.

l've had to lower the lights.

My patient is extremely
photosensitive.

That could explain
why they dampened our power.

My feelings exactly.

>From what l can tell,

this life-form may be
indigenous to the Void.

His physiology

has evolved to survive
in complete darkness.

His condition?

Minor injuries--

phaser wounds
to the chest and neck.

But that's the least
of his problems.

He's dying, Captain.

Every organ is degrading
at the cellular level.

Theta radiation poisoning.

The final stages.

My guess is he's been exposed
to it over a long period.

There's nothing l can do.

l'd like a word with him.

l'm Kathryn Janeway,
Captain of this vessel.

You are allies with the Malon.

No.

We're simply trying
to cross this region.

We never met the Malon
before today.

They will want me.

Well, l have no intention
of giving you to them.

You're not a c*ptive here.

Doctor.

Are you at w*r with the Malon?

Their ships are poison.

The theta radiation.

They're k*lling us.

Why?
What do they want from you?

Nothing.

This will help
alleviate the pain.

l don't understand.

We were ignorant.

We att*cked you.

Forgive us.

Of course, but l
need to understand.

You say the Malon are
k*lling your people,

but there must be a reason.

They're poisoning our space.

We don't know why.

He's in respiratory distress.

We need to get him
back to his people.

They might know
how to treat him.

l will show you how.

l need a workstation.

Route it to the helm.

lf you enter the coordinates,
my pilot will set a course.

l am grateful.

Take the Bridge.

l'll stay here.

We still don't have a defense
against their dampening field.

lf they decide
to att*ck again...

l'm confident they won't.

Finally something
to put in my logbook.

Tuvok.

l need your advice.

A first.

Look, l realize
we're not exactly best friends.

>From day one, we've kept
each other at arm's length,

but l've always respected
your judgment,

and right now, l could use
a little Vulcan clarity.

Proceed.

lt's the Captain.

As you may have noticed, she's
isolated herself from the crew.

She believes that she made

an error in judgment
four years ago--

that she's responsible
for stranding Voyager

in the Delta Quadrant.

She told you?

No.

l've been observing her behavior
for the past four years.

Guilt has been
her constant companion.

You've known her
longer than anyone.

Have you ever
seen her like this?

Only once.

lt was during her first year

as a Commander
on the USS Billings.

She sent an away team
to survey a volcanic moon.

Their shuttle was damaged
by a magma eruption

and three crew members
were severely injured.

The next day, she returned
to the moon, alone,

to complete the survey.

She wanted the crew to know

that their suffering
had not been in vain.

She could have been k*lled.

Seeking redemption.

Precisely.

Captain Janeway's methods
are unorthodox.

lt is her strength as a leader,

but, unfortunately, it is also
her greatest weakness.

Stubborn as a Klingon.

To put it mildly.

lf she tries something
like that again,

l want to be ready

and l'm going
to need your support.

We're at the coordinates.

All stop.
Shields up.

Tuvok.

Nothing on sensors.

Bridge to Captain.

We've arrived.

Stand by.

They're here, but l must
tell them you are a friend.

Your communications system?

l'm picking up photonic surges.

They're all around us.

Captain, we've got company--
eight ships.

12 more approaching.

Let's run a full bio-scan.

We have lived here

for millions of years
undisturbed,

until the Malon came.

Captain, every one of them
appears to be suffering

from theta radiation exposure.

We tell them
they are k*lling us.

They won't listen.

We try to stop them.

They're too strong.

What about the vortex,
can you close it?

Keep them out?

We don't know how.

Your ship is powerful.

Your people resourceful.

We need your help.

Bridge to Captain.

They're locking onto the alien
in Sick Bay.

Lower the shields.

Will you help us?!

Poison.

The vessel is ejecting
massive quantities

of contaminated antimatter.

Their cargo holds
are loaded with it--

over 90 million isotons.

Hail them.

Captain.

You've decided to join us.

Send the creature to...

That won't be possible.

We've returned him
to his people.

You wanted the life-form
because you were afraid

we'd uncover your...
transport mission.

l said this was
none of your concern.

Well, it is now.

You're using their space
as a dumping ground

for your antimatter waste.
Why?

My civilization produces
over six billion isotons

of industrial byproduct
every day.

This region is
a perfect disposal site.

How convenient-- for you.

A spatial vortex
to the middle of nowhere,

far away from your own system.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The problem is,
somebody lives here.

One species.

One's enough.

We didn't come here
to debate the issue.

We came here to offer
a peaceful solution.

What kind of solution?

My people use antimatter
as well,

but we found ways
to purify the reactant

so there's no toxic waste.

We'll show you.

Guide us through the vortex.

We can meet with your scientists

on the other side,
exchange information.

Show me now.

Stand by for transport.

Commander, take our
guest to Engineering

and give him a demonstration.

Let's turn our sensors
on that vortex.

l want to know exactly
how it works--

just in case diplomacy fails.

Do you intend to destroy it?

The residual antimatter's
then processed

in a transkinetic chamber

where it's broken down
on a subatomic level.

What about the theta radiation?

Oh, it's absorbed by a series
of radiometric converters.

We recycle the energy--

use it to power everything

from life support
to replicators.

We don't have this kind
of conversion technology.

Our scans of your freighter

show that you have
plasma manifolds.

The engineering
principles are the same.

We're not saying this
won't take some effort.

You're looking at several
months of retrofitting,

depending on the size
of your fleet.

All the schematics are here

and we'd be willing
to work with you--

get you started.

We can even provide you
with some converters.

lngenious design.

Our engineers would be pleased.

This would solve a lot
of problems on my world.

Unfortunately, it would also
put me out of business.

Sorry?

Your technology would throw
the waste-export industry

into chaos.

Before long, l'd be obsolete.

Oh, l came here hoping
your claims were exaggerated,

but l can see they're not.

You can keep your solution.

You lying...

B'Elanna.

We went through
this whole song and dance,

and he never had any intention
of working with us.

That's not important.

What matters is
that we're talking now.

We're proposing changes,
some of them difficult,

but progress can also bring
new opportunities.

Given time, this could turn
to your advantage.

l already have the advantage--

the vortex.

No one knows about it
except me and my crew.

By ejecting my cargo here,
l cut expenses in half.

l won't sacrifice that.

l guess mass m*rder

doesn't factor
into your profit margin.

You care so much
about these creatures, stay.

l'm sorry you won't
listen to reason,

but don't expect us
to walk away from this.

You've scanned my vessel.

You've seen my firepower.

You wouldn't survive ten seconds
in a conflict with me.

Get him out of here.

Ah!

Options?

We fight our way past them--

navigate the vortex on our own.

Once we're on the other side,

we contact the Malon authorities
and blow the whistle on Emck.

We give them
the reclamation technology

and continue on our way home.

Exactly.

Even if we did
get through the vortex,

there's no guarantee

the Malon will
do the right thing--

if Mr. Emck is any indication.

As long as this vortex exists,

the inhabitants
of this region are at risk.

Any chance we could destroy it?

l believe so,

but there's a catch.

We'll have to collapse it
from this end

where it's dimensional
radius is weakest.

We'd be closing
our shortcut out of here.

Two more years in the Void.

l can live with that.

But l'm not sure l can.

Four years ago,

l destroyed the Caretaker's
Array to protect the Ocampa.

That ''act of compassion''

stranded this crew
in the Delta Quadrant.

l'm not about
to give that order again.

This situation is
a little different.

Oh, it's close enough.

l'm asking this crew
to make too big a sacrifice.

l won't make that same mistake.

lf you have another option,
l'm listening.

Chakotay,

there's no one l trust
more than you.

You're a fine First Officer.

Are you ready
to Captain this ship?

Yes.

Assemble the crew.

Captain on the Bridge.

At ease.

Harry, how have you been?

Just fine, ma'am.

Good.

We've missed you, Captain.

Likewise.

l'll make this brief.

Your orders are to proceed
to the vortex.

Use whatever means necessary

to fight your way
past the Malon freighter.

l'll stay behind
in a shuttlecraft

and destroy the vortex.

Tuvok, l'll need
a class-2 shuttle

armed with photon torpedoes.

Tom, set a course for...

Forget it.

We're not going to let you
die out here.

Have a little faith, B'Elanna.

l'll have a shuttle, plenty
of rations. l'll survive.

Alone in the Delta Quadrant?

No offense, but...

l've made my decision.

What about us?

Don't we have a say?

He's right, Captain.

l'd be willing
to brave this Void

if it meant keeping you with us.

Tom... set a course.

Lieutenant, l gave you an order.

l can't follow that order,
ma'am.

Harry, take the helm.

l'm sorry, Captain.

l will not comply.

What's a hologram to do?

As you can see, you're
not the only one

who's had time
to evaluate the past.

Yes, l can see that.

You realize you could all
be hanged for mutiny.

Looks like we need
another option.

We fire torpedoes the instant
we cross the threshold.

As the vortex
begins to collapse,

we jump into high warp.

There'll be a massive
shock wave on our tail.

l'll reinforce
the aft shielding.

There's still one obstacle--
the Malon.

Antimatter waste has
weakened the bulkhead

surrounding their cargo hold.

A direct phaser strike
should disable them.

Poetic justice.

lndeed.

You realize it will reduce

our chance of getting through.

Chance is irrelevant.
We will succeed.

A vote of Borg confidence.

Who could argue with that?

All right.

Back to your stations.

Let's do it.

Red Alert.
Set a course for the vortex.

All hands to battle stations.

You told them.

They knew coming in.

Let's just say l wouldn't be

a fine First Officer
if l hadn't.

Return fire.

Hit them
with everything we've got.

Their shields are holding.

Open a channel.

This is Voyager.

Stand down your weapons
and fall back.

l'll take that as a ''no.''

The vortex?

Two million kilometers
dead ahead.

Bridge to Engineering.

We're approaching the vortex.

Bring the aft shielding
on line.

Acknowledged.

See you on the other side.

Status?

The port nacelle's
been ruptured.

We're venting plasma.

Can you get us out of here
on one engine, Tom?

l think so.

Torpedoes armed and ready.

On my order, Tuvok.

We'll only get one sh*t at this.

They're f*ring spatial charges.

Evade them.

Captain Proton to the rescue.

l'll explain later.

The vortex is in visual range.

Time to intercept?

47 seconds.

Steady as she goes.

Keep laying down fire.

Direct hit! Starboard nacelle!

Both engines are off-line!

We're riding on inertia.

One more hit
and we're dead in the water.

Without warp drive, we'll never
outrun the shock wave.

Tuvok, can you reinforce
the aft shields

with our main deflector?

l believe so.

Do it.

We're going to ride
that shock wave out of here--

let it push us
to the other side.

Adjusting shield harmonics.

Captain.

They intend to block our path.

20 seconds.

Prepare to fire.

That may not be necessary.

The freighter is moving
to combat the aliens.

They're trying to distract
the Malon...

give us the upper hand.

Ten seconds.

The freighter's shields
are weakening.

Target their cargo hold.

Time to take out the garbage.

We're crossing the threshold.

Torpedoes.

Shock wave approaching.
600 meters.

500...

400...

Aft shields at maximum.

All hands brace for impact.

Pressure is building
on the outer hull.

Shields weakening.

We're clear.

The vortex has been destroyed.

Are we out of the Void?

Not yet.

That little maneuver
brought us up a bit short.

We're still 200,000 kilometers
from the boundary.

On screen.

Maintain course.

There.

What?

l saw something.

A star.

Remind me to check
your eyesight.

Harry,
what do you see out there?

l see a densely-packed region
with thousands of star systems.

Looks pretty lively.

Full speed ahead.
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