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Janeway: "Good morning children. Iím your new governess,
Mrs. Davenport. Too formal. Henry, Beatrice, Iím so glad to meet
you. Iíve heard so much about you and Iím sure weíre going to be
very good friends. Oh, too familiar. Hello, Iím Mrs. Davenport.
Your father has asked me here to be your new governess."
Henry: "Something he did without mentioning in to us."
Janeway: "Good morning children. Itís good to see you.
You must be Henry. And this is Beatrice."
Henry: "Henry Burleigh, Viscount Timmons. My sister, the
Lady Beatrice Flora. You will address us as My Lord and My
Janeway: Of course, my Lord. Please, sit down. Letís get
to know one another, shall we? Iím Mrs. Davenport. I hope to be
a friend to you as well as a governess."
Henry: "In ulam remne preparamus."
Janeway: "I beg your pardon?"
Henry: "In ulam remne preparamus. Is your Latin a bit
Janeway: "I suppose it is."
Henry: "Then I donít see how youíll be doing my lessons
Janeway: "My lord, I assure you that I am more than
qualified to instruct you. I may have to brush up on my Latin,
but when it comes
to mathematics and the sciences, Iím sure
youíll find my lessons challenging. And Beatrice, what do you
like to study?"
Janeway: "Not even painting, or needlework?"
Beatrice: "I just made my first sampler. I finished it
Janeway: "Did you? Oh, Iíd love to see it sometime."
Beatrice: "I donít have it anymore. I gave it to mother.
Henry: "Beatrice! My sisterís confused. She gave the
sampler to mother before she died."
Beatrice: "No, I didnít. I gave it to her last night."
Beatrice: "I talked to her!"
Henry: "Beatrice is upset, Mrs. Davenport, she hasnít yet
accepted our motherís death."
Janeway: "Beatrice, I know it was a terrible thing to
lose your mother."
Beatrice: "Sheís not dead! I saw her last night!"
Henry: "What have you done to my sister?" (Henry
Janeway: "Computer, restore characters in programme
Janeway Lambda one."
Computer: "Unable to comply. There has been a disruption
of power to energy grid beta four."
"Tuvok to Lt Torres. Has any equipment repair been authorised on
Torres (Over Comm) "Negative. Whatís going on?"
Tuvok: "Stand by."
Dalby: "Be careful! Sorry, you might have broken the
Tuvok: "Crewman Dalby. What are you doing here?
Dalby: "One of the bio-neural gel packs was
malfunctioning. Had to
Tuvok: "Did you inform Lt Torres?"
Dalby: "Not yet. I was just going to take this to
engineering for analysis."
Tuvok: "On this ship we have a protocol for such procedures."
Dalby: "I was in the area, I saw a malfunctioning gel
pack and I fixed it. Whatís the problem?"
Tuvok: "Your repair interrupted a number of ships
functions. That is the problem."
Dalby: "I guess Iím used to doing things a little
differently. On our ship if something went wrong you fixed it."
Tuvok: "I would remind you, Mister Dalby, that you are no
longer on a Maquis ship."
Dalby: "Iím well aware of that, Lieutenant. And every
minute of every day I regret it. I was just trying to do my job,
trying to help out. If that goes against Starfleetís almighty
rules then put me in the brig, otherwise leave me alone."
"Captainís log, Stardate 48846.5. Ordinarily the loss of a gel
pack would be a minor inconvenience, but here in the Delta
quadrant itís a reminder of the precarious nature of our
"I donít understand. The gel packs have an extremely reliable
track record. Itís almost impossible to damage them. Why did
this one malfunction?
Tuvok: "Unknown. Lieutenant Torres is running a materials
analysis on the gel pack. In the mean time the unit has been
Janeway: "How many do we have in reserve?
Tuvok: "Forty seven.
Janeway: "Those gel packs run half the critical systems
on this ship. Once they run out, thatís it. We canít replicate
Chakotay: "It might be possible to switch over some
circuits to conventional isolinear circuits.
Janeway: "Good idea, start looking into it.
Tuvok: "There is one other matter I wish to discuss. I am
concerned about crewman Dalby. He
attempted to make unauthorised
repairs on a damaged gel pack. When I confronted him, he lost
Janeway: "How so?
Tuvok: "He became extremely angry, to the point of
Janeway: "Dalby. Iíve heard complaints about him from
Tuvok: "Indeed. This is not the first incident involving
Last week he was found tampering with ships
systems to increase
a friends replicator rations, and he has
missed three of his last ten duty shifts."
Janeway: "Commander, you know Mister Dalby better than I
do. Any idea what might be bothering him?"
Chakotay: "Dalbyís always been pretty aggressive. My
guess is the manís frustrated. Heís not used to dealing with
Starfleet protocols and procedures."
Tuvok: "A starship cannot run without
protocols. Mister Dalbyís
attitude is disrupting this vessels operations."
Chakotay: "What do you suggest? Dragging him in front of
a disciplinary board?"
Tuvok: "Perhaps that would be the best approach."
Janeway: "I doubt thatís going to help. Dalbyís not the
whoís having problems adjusting. And besides, itís
not only a matter
of attitude, itís also a matter of experience.
It Ďs not fair to expect
Starfleet behaviour from people who
never went to the Academy."
Tuvok: "What do you propose?
Janeway: "We need to bring some of these people up to
speed. Instruct them in how to run a Starfleet vessel. Show them
do things the way we do. Give them an opportunity to feel
like theyíre part of the team."
Chakotay: "A crash course in Starfleet
Janeway: "Exactly. So, what do you think, Mister Tuvok.
up training a group of raw cadets?"
Janeway: "You taught at the Academy for sixteen years, youíd be
perfect for the job."
Tuvok: "Commander Chakotay would be a more logical choice
be their instructor. He is a Maquis, as well
as their former
Janeway: "Thatís my point. He doesnít have to earn their
Tuvok: "Very well, Captain, I will prepare a curriculum."
Janeway: "Commander, pick out the Maquis crewmembers you feel
would benefit most from the training. Have them report to Lt
Tuvok at the next duty shift."
Chakotay: "Right. Donít worry Tuvok, Iíll tell them to
take it easy on you."
Tuvok: "We have
assembled here because Captain Janeway feels you would all benefit
from additional Starfleet training. Consequently
Henley: "I think we need some clarification. Just why have we
been singled out for this honour?
Tuvok: "The answer to that question would seem to be self
evident, crewman. Interrupting a senior officer is not acceptable
behaviour. The purpose of this training is to familiarize you with
protocols so that mistaKes like that will be minimized."
Chell: "Still, the fact remains, that is, if I have
permission to speak, Lieutenant? Thank you. As I was saying, the
fact remains that you must have noticed certain problems with each
member of this select group or we wouldnít be here. I frankly canít
imagine what I might have done that warrants my inclusion."
Tuvok: "Crewman Chell.
Chell: "In fact...
Tuvok: "Your report indicates that you are talkative,
disruptive and unreliable. You promise to do tasks which then go
Chell: "That is a complete exaggeration. Just yesterday I
overhauled a servicing system."
Tuvok: "Crewman! From this point on you will speak only if
you are spoken to."
Chell: "But Lieutenant, Iím just trying to..."
Tuvok: "Forty laps around the cargo bay. Start running now."
Tuvok: "Fifty laps. As I was saying, this class will adhere
to standards established for Starfleet cadets. There will be
physical training and academic studies as well as tactical
situations which will be simulated on the holodeck. Crewman, have
listening to me? Excuse me, I did not hear that answer."
Tuvok: "Speak up, Crewman."
Gerron: "I said, yes."
Tuvok: "From now on you will look at me when I am talking to
Dalby: "Leave him alone."
Tuvok: "What was that?"
Dalby: I said, leave him alone. Canít you see heís just a
kid? He shouldnít even be here."
Tuvok: "We think he should."
Dalby: "Youíll probably have me running two hundred laps for
this but I donít care. The problem weíre having, Lieutenant, is that
this whole thing is insulting. We didnít ask to come aboard this
ship but we understand the situation weíre in and weíve done the
best job we
can and now youíre telling us thatís not good enough."
Tuvok: "That is correct."
Dalby: "Well maybe thatís too bad. Maybe weíve done the best
we can and thatís as good as youíre going to get. How about it? Does
anybody really want to be here?"
Henley: "I donít have anything to learn from him."
Dalby: "Well I donít think heís going to phaser us, and
rather be in the brig than in here, so letís go."
Tuvok: "Crewman. You are demonstrating rank insubordination.
I order all of you to stay where you are."
Dalby: "Chell! Come on, weíre leaving."
Gerron: "I donít know.
Maybe it wasnít such a good idea to leave like that. I mean, theyíre
not just going to let us get away with it."
Henley: "What are they going to do, put us off the ship? Keep
us in the brig for seventy years? Every person on this ship is
needed. Nothingís going to happen."
Dalby: "Itís not like weíre guilty of mutiny. Weíll just keep
doing our jobs, same as ever. Weíre just not going to jump through
Chakotay: "Want to give me your version of what happened?
Dalby: "Commander, weíre going to live up to our
responsibilities on this ship. Weíre just not going to be treated
like teenage cadets."
Chakotay: "I see."
Henley: "It was ridiculous. Tuvok had Chell running laps
around the cargo bay."
Dalby: "And he was picking on Gerron. I donít like it."
Dalby: "Look, Commander, you know as well as I do that weíre
used to playing with a different rule book. Thereís the Starfleet
way, and thereís the Maquis way."
Chakotay: "And you want to do things the Maquis way."
Dalby: "Thatís right. Thatís always worked for us."
Chakotay: "Thatís the Maquis way too, isnít it. And if you
want to keep doing it the Maquis was thatís fine by me. We can do
that tomorrow, the next day, everyday until you report to Lieutenant
Tuvok, you understand me? What? How does a Starfleet crewman answer
Dalby: "Yes. Sir.
Chakotay: "Does anyone else have a problem."
Tuvok: "These are your
study assignments for next week. Please note that examinations will
be conducted randomly with no advance notice. I will now inspect
your uniforms. Crewman Henley, your headband is certainly festive."
Henley: "Thank you."
Tuvok: "However, it is in violation of regulations. Please
check the protocol files for recommended guidelines. What is this?"
Chell: "Itís a Keslekki design. I studied the technique when
I visited their planet. It took me weeks to learn. I know it doesnít
Tuvok: "This ornament is in violation of the dress code."
Chell: It was hidden. You could hardly see it."
Tuvok: "You will remove it now."
Gerron: "I know, Iíll have to take off the earring."
Tuvok: "Correct. In addition, your boots are scuffed. From
now on you will arrive in polished boots."
Gerron: "Yes, sir."
Tuvok: "Do you have a problem, Mister Dalby?"
Dalby: "No sir.
Tuvok: "Very well. You will all report to me on deck eleven
at nineteen hundred hours. Dismissed."
Henley: "What are we going to be doing?"
Tuvok: "You will find that out at nineteen hundred hours.
"Iím going through with this field training, as ordered. I canít
say itís very productive. Frankly it feels like punishment."
Torres: "In other words youíre afraid you wonít make it.
That youíll fail this training."
Dalby: "Excuse me? Thatís not what I said, or what Iím
thinking. What? You think I canít make it through this
ridiculous exercise? Thatís absurd."
Torres: "Fine. Then make it through. Thatís another power
Dalby: "Itís the gel packs again.
Torres: Deck four, section nine C
Janeway (Over Comm):
"Bridge to Engineering. Report."
Torres: "Itís another malfunction in the bio-neural
circuitry. Weíre putting a repair crew on it now. Torres out.
Dalby. Replace the failed gel pack and check out the adjoining
circuits. Make sure we donít have some kind of cascade feedback
causing this. We canít just keep replacing these things. Ensign,
youíre in charge till I get back. Iíll be in sickbay if you need
"What is it?"
Torres: "Itís your new patient. Itís one of the
bio-neural gel packs."
Doctor: "Ah yes, Iím aware of these devices, but Iíve
never seen one."
Torres: "Itís malfunctioning but I canít find anything
wrong with it mechanically. I thought that you could look at the
Doctor: "Interesting. Initiate the scan."
Kes: "Scanning beam is active."
Doctor: "The patient is sick."
Torres: "Can you be more specific?"
Doctor: "To discuss the patientís condition in front of
would be a serious breach of professional etiquette.
Itís been suggested that I cultivate a greater sensitivity to my
patients needs. Donít worry, my little friend..."
Doctor: "Very well. The biological component of the
circuit device has an infection. A very contagious one."
Torres: "Is the crew in any danger?"
Kes: "I donít detect any sign of infection in you,
Doctor: "I suspect the contagion is not harmful to
humanoids. If it were, we probably would have seen evidence of
illness in the crew by now. But in order to protect the shipís
circuitry, youíll have to isolate and quarantine all the
affected gel packs until a treatment regimen can be initiated."
Torres: Iíll have to take the forward grids off line.
replicators but I can reroute the primary systems.
How long do you need?"
Doctor: "I donít know. Unless we find the source of the
infection we wonít be able to stop it from spreading."
Torres: "Okay, Iíll tell the Captain."
Tuvok: "Weíll be taking
a ten kilometre run. Iíve cleared deck thirteen of personnel for the
evening. Make sure your packs are secure to avoid chafing."
Chell: "Couldnít I just carry Henley? She weighs about the
same." (They all laugh)
Tuvok: "We will get to deck thirteen by using the Jeffries
Dalby: "Well, at least itís only two decks down."
Tuvok: "Not that way, crewman. We are getting to deck
thirteen by way of the mess hall."
Henley: "Thatís on deck two. Weíd have to crawl through over
fifty Jeffries tubes to get there."
Tuvok: "Correct. I am glad to see your knowledge of the
shipís internal structure is improving. Crewman Gerron, lead the
Chell: "Thank you. You
can stay there as long as you like as far as Iím concerned. This
pack feels like itís filled with latinum bricks."
Tuvok: "Crewman Gerron. What is the problem up there? Keep
Chell: "Maybe heíll slip and plunge to his death."
Tuvok: "All right, the
ten kilometres begin now."
Henley: "My legs feel like lead pipes."
Dalby: "Donít think about it. Keep your mind on something
Henley: "How about the pain in my shoulders."
Tuvok: "That was a run of approximately ten point one
Henley: "That was no run, it was a death march."
Tuvok: "You may be experiencing difficulty because I
gravity on this deck by ten percent."
Tuvok: "You never know what conditions you might encounter.
You must be prepared for anything. Crewmen Gerron and Chell, you
have not completed your run. By my account we have lapped you three
times. You will finish the ten kilometres now. We will repeat this
exercise tomorrow evening and I will expect each one of you to
better your performance."
Torres: "Chell! What are
Chell: "Mister Tuvok ordered me to degauss the entire
Torres: "But youíre using a micro-resonator."
Chell: "I know."
Torres: "Why donít you use the magneton scanner? Youíd be
done in five minutes."
Kim: "Tuvok told him to use the micro-resonator."
Torres: "But heíll be at it for hours!"
Chell: "Mister Tuvok estimated twenty six point three hours."
Kim: "Sounds like a Tuvok estimate."
Torres: "Well, good luck."
Kim: "Oh, you missed a spot."
Tuvok: "Security log,
supplemental. I have recreated the bridge of Voyager on the holodeck
and scheduled a war games simulation. I am hopeful that an exercise
in teamwork will help to instill a sense of participation among my
Tuvok: "On the bridge,
we depend on the smooth functioning of every crewman at every
station. You are the Captainís eyes, ears and hands. You must
function as one perfectly tuned unit. Mister Dalby, I understand you
have command experience."
Dalby: "Yes, sir."
Tuvok: "You have the bridge. The program will present you
with a series of random events which you and your crew must deal
whatever manner you see fit."
Dalby: "I understand."
Tuvok: "The program will be initiated when you set a course."
Dalby: "All set?"
All: "Aye sir, ready."
Dalby: "Mister Chell, ahead warp six. Heading one five nine
Chell: "Aye sir."
Dalby: "Mister Gerron, whatís the nearest star system?"
Gerron: "Iím showing a red giant system three point seven
light years from our current position. There are eight planets, non
of them M-class."
Henley: "Sir, weíre picking up an automated distress call."
Henley: "Unknown. Thereís a lot of subspace interference."
Dalby: "Gerron, can you get a fix?"
Gerron: "Sensors indicate a Ferengi ship, heavily damaged by
weapons fire. Eight life form readings, very faint."
Dalby: "Hail them."
Henley: "Theyíre not responding."
Chell: "I must point out sir that the Ferengi have been known
deceive other ships by pretending to be damaged. We could be
falling into a trap."
Dalby: "We have a duty to offer humanitarian aid if we can.
Chell, change course to intercept."
Chell: "Course laid in, sir."
Gerron: "Sir, a Romulan Warbird decloaking off the port bow."
Dalby: "Red Alert. Hail them. Let them know weíre on a rescue
Henley: "Theyíre powering up weapons."
Gerron: "No response to the hail."
Dalby: "Evasive manoeuvres, Mister Chell."
Chell: "Initiating evasive sequence beta nine three."
Henley: "Weíve been hit on the lateral phaser array. Shields
eighty one percent."
Dalby: "Arm all forward phasers."
Gerron: "Sir, thereís a second Romulan ship decloaking dead
ahead. Itís launching torpedoes. Damage to decks eleven through
fifteen. Reports of casualties."
Dalby: "Arm all photon banks. Mister Chell, continuous
evasive action. Henley, fire at will!"
Henley: "Aye sir."
Gerron: "Shields are buckling. Hull breach on deck nine."
Dalby: "Keep firing, Henley, lets do as much damage as we can."
Tuvok: "Computer, reset programme. Your first command
together was less than successful. You are all dead."
Dalby: It was a no-win situation. What were we supposed to
Tuvok: "Can anyone answer that question?"
Henley: "I thought we went by the book."
Chell: "I certainly did everything I could possibly do. My
evasive action sequences can not be faulted."
Henley: "At least we went out with our phasers firing."
Tuvok: "Mister Gerron, do you have something to add."
Gerron: "What does it matter?"
Tuvok: "It matters, because if you do not learn from your
you will be doomed to repeat them."
Dalby: "I was in command. Put the blame on me. The crew was
just following my orders."
Tuvok: "And have you reached a conclusion as to your error?"
Dalby: "I thought I did everything I could. We were just
Tuvok: "I see. Did the possibility of retreat not occur to
Dalby: "I canít believe youíd say that."
Tuvok: "The strongest tactical move is always the one in
which you will reap the highest gain at the lowest cost. Going out
with phasers firing may seem heroic, but in the long run it is
merely foolish. Retreat is often the best possible option."
Dalby: "Well, Mister Tuvok, once more youíve proven your
point. Weíre just not Starfleet material. Are we dismissed? Sir?"
Tuvok: "Dismissed. Computer, exit."
Neelix: "I feel that my
services as Morale Officer are required."
Tuvok: "I assure you, you are wrong."
Neelix: "Oh really? One, no cup of tea. Two, no PADD. Three,
youíre sitting on the opposite side from usual. All of that tells me
youíve got something on your mind. What tells me that itís making
you miserable is that cloud of doom thatís rising from you like a
Tuvok: "I cannot imagine that there are visible emanations
which allow you to interpret my mood. You are making wild
Neelix: "Ah ha! Maquis trainees getting you down."
Tuvok: "I do not believe they are responding well to my
Neelix: "What seems to be the problem?"
Tuvok: "That is what I have been trying to determine. And I
am afraid I am at a loss. I have taught literally thousands of
cadets and I
have never encountered these difficulties. My methods
are sound and time-honoured. I insist on strict adherence to rules
and protocols. I never waver from that approach. I have always been
successful in honing each cadet into a Starfleet officer."
Neelix: "Come with me, I want to show you something. These
are Keela flowers. Beautiful. And remarkably strong. The stem is
flexible, impossible to break. But occasionally on the same plant
thereís a bloom whose stem is not so flexible. Ah, hereís one. And
when the stem is brittle, it breaks."
Tuvok: "Youíre saying that the Maquis crew is rigid and
inflexible. That they will never adjust to Starfleet rules."
Neelix: "No, Mister Vulcan, Iím saying that you are rigid and
inflexible, but maybe if youíd learn to bend a little you might have
better luck with your class. Those Maquis arenít Starfleet cadets.
You canít treat them the same way. Get to know them, try to find out
what theyíre like inside. You might discover a better teaching
Tuvok: "I am not sure if I have the ability to find out what
they are like inside. Mister Neelix, what is that?"
Neelix: "Brill cheese. I made it from that schplict we
brought on board last week. Ensign Ashmore asked for something
macaroni and cheese.
Tuvok: "Cheese. You must cultivate bacteria to make cheese."
Neelix: "Of course."
Janeway: "Captainís log,
Stardate 48859.3. Lieutenant Tuvok has reported what may be a
possible explanation for the infection in the bio-neural gel packs.
I have asked Lieutenant Torres and her team to investigate Neelixís
"Get me a schematic of the airflow patterns for the whole ship."
Crewman: "Aye Sir."
Torres: "The cheese is full of volatile bacterial spores.
It has to stay isolated in this portable containment field."
Crewwoman: "What is this?"
Neelix: "Thatís just a Laurelian pudding. It has to
simmer for four
Torres: "The spores must have travelled through that
intake and then into the ventilation system."
Tuvok: "Where they were disseminated throughout the ship,
subsequently infecting the bio-neural circuitry."
Neelix: "I feel awful about this. I assure you I had no
Torres: "More gel packs must be down. If this is getting
environmental systems we may be in more trouble that we
thought. Neelix, this wasnít your fault. The important thing is
that we found the source. Get the cheese to sickbay. The doctor
should look at it as soon as possible."
Crewman: "Yes Lieutenant."
"You may break, Mister Dalby."
Tuvok: "Do you play pool often?"
Dalby: "Not really. I did when I was younger."
Tuvok: "Do you have a family?"
Dalby: "What is this all about?"
Dalby: "This little exercise. Are we testing my social
skills? Does Starfleet have rules about them too?"
Tuvok: "I had thought we could get to know each other.
Perhaps then our relationship would function more smoothly."
Dalby: "Get to know each other? Okay, hereís the brief
history of Kenneth Dalby. We lived on the Bajoran frontier. It
was a hard life. I coped by getting into a lot of trouble. I was
angry at everybody and
everything, till a woman came along and
taught me about love. For a while, I wasnít angry any more.
Three Cardassians raped her and smashed her skull. I joined the
Maquis and tried to slaughter as many of them as I could find.
How about you? Any family?"
Tuvok: "I do, but there is nothing to report about them
that would compare with your story. Iíve observed that you seem
to be somewhat protective of Mister Gerron. Have you formed a
Dalby: "No. He wonít let me get close. First time I saw
him, I thought I was looking at myself at that age. I thought
maybe I could be a friend, maybe he wouldnít turn out the way I
did. But I didnít have much luck. And then we got stuck out
here. Being so far away from home is hard on somebody that young
so Iíd appreciate it if youíd try not to make him any more
miserable that he is already."
Tuvok: "Commander Chakotay specifically recommended
Mister Gerron for this programme. He felt that if the young man
were able to learn new skills, to set goals and accomplish them
it might go a long way to helping him feel better about
Dalby: "Thatís why heís in this group?"
Tuvok: "It is our intention that the experience be
positive for everyone."
Dalby: "If you say so. But understand this, Lt, I donít
want to get to know you, and I donít want to be your friend."
Doctor: "This is the
most pernicious infectious agent I have ever seen. It systematically
attacked every cell in the gel packís biological matrix."
Kes: "Iíve exposed it to every anti-bacterial agent we have
available and it hasnít responded."
Doctor: "Sickbay to bridge. Captain, what seems to be
Janeway (Over Comm): "Weíre losing more bio-neural circuitry,
Doctor. All systems are being affected. Please, tell me you have
some good news about a treatment."
Doctor: (Over Comm): Iím afraid not. Frankly, Iím at a loss.
But weíll keep trying."
Janeway (Over Comm): "Please do. Janeway out."
Doctor: "What I find curious is that these bacteria didnít
show up in any of our diagnostic scans of the ship. But if the
bacteria from the
cheese into the shipís systems, how did the gel
packs get infected?"
Kes: "Havenít I read that viruses can live inside bacteria?
Doctor: "Of course. A virus. The bacteria could be hosts to
the infectious virus. There are thousands of viruses so small they
would have escaped detection."
Kes: "So maybe we should try the anti-viral agents on the
Doctor: "Itís certainly worth a try."
"Captain, the bio neural network is failing sequentially. Weíre
losing systems faster than we can compensate with backups."
Chakotay: "What about changing over to isolinear
Kim: "Torres is working on it, but itís a long way from
being ready. It couldnít even maintain life support at this
Paris: "Propulsion is down."
Kim: Every system on the main grid is down.
transporters, turbo lifts and life support."
Janeway: "Bridge to engineering."
Torres (Over Comm): "Torres here, Captain."
Janeway: "Transfer whatever power you can to life
support, and keep working on the isolinear circuitry."
Torres (Over Comm): "Understood."
"The manual override isnít working, sir."
Dalby: "Canít get the main cargo door open either."
Tuvok: "Tuvok to bridge. This is Lieutenant Tuvok, is
anyone receiving this message. It appears our duty stations will
have to do without us for the time being."
"Whatís that noise?"
Dalby: "This conduit is getting very hot."
Henley: "So am I. Itís getting awfully warm in here."
Chell: "Somethingís wrong, very wrong. I donít like this
Tuvok: "I would surmise that the Captain is making some
effort to deal with the systems failures. The fact that we do
not know what that effort entails may lead us to imagine the
worst. We must not let
fear get the best of us. Mister Gerron,
it is possible the console in the control room is still
functioning. Please see if you can open the doors from there."
Gerron: "Yes, sir."
Tuvok: "In the mean time, we can attempt to access one of
the Jeffries tubes through the forward bulkhead."
"The plasma gas will become toxic within minutes. We must leave
Dalby: "What about Gerron? We canít leave him."
Tuvok: "Get in the Jeffries tube. I cannot risk losing
any more of you to save one man."
Dalby: "What is that, some kind of Starfleet rule?"
Tuvok: "It is always tactically correct to sacrifice the
few for the
Dalby: "I donít give a circassian fig whatís tactically
correct, Iím going back for him. This is one time when retreat
is not an option."
Tuvok: "Get in the Jeffries tube now! Mister Dalby, I
will break your arm if you do not follow my order."
Dalby: "I wonít forget this, youíre letting him die."
Tuvok: "Keep moving."
"Come on, come on!"
Henley: "I think heís all right."
Dalby: "I thought Starfleet rules said that was an
unacceptable risk, going back to save him."
Tuvok: It was. However, I recently realised there are
times when it is desirable to bend the rules."
Dalby: "Lieutenant, if you can learn to bend the rules, I
guess we can learn to follow them. Come on, letís get you two to