| C: |
Damage report!
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| Tu: |
Shields at sixty percent.
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| To: |
A fuel line has erupted. Attempting to compensate. Damn it! We're
barely maintaining impulse. I can't get any more out of it.
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| C: |
Be creative!
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| To: |
How am I supposed to be creative with a thirty-nine-year-old rebuilt
engine?
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| Gul: |
Maquis ship, this is Gul Evek of Cardassian Forth Order. Cut your
engines to prepare to surrender, or we will ...
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| C: |
Initiating evasive pattern omega. Mark!
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| Tu: |
Shields at fifty percent.
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| C: |
I need more power if we are gonna make it to the Badlands.
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| To: |
Take the weapons off-line. Return all the powers to the engines.
|
| Tu: |
Considering circumstances, I question that proposal this time.
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| To: |
What does it matter? We're not making a dent in their shields anyway.
You want me creative.
|
| C: |
Tuvok, shut down all the phaser banks. If you can give me another thirty
seconds at full impulse, I'll get us into the Badlands.
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| Tu: |
Phasers off-line.
|
| C: |
Throw the last photons at them. And then give me the power from the
torpedo system.
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| Tu: |
Acknowledged. Firing photon.
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| C: |
Are you reading any plasma storms ahead?
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| Tu: |
One. Coordinates 171, mark 43.
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| C: |
That's where I'm going.
|
| Tu: |
Plasma storm density increasing by fourteen
percent...twenty...twenty-five...
|
| C: |
Hold on!
|
| Tu: |
Cardassian ship is not reducing power. They're following us in.
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| C: |
Gul Evek must be daring today.
|
| Tu: |
They've taken a hit on their port plate. They're sending out a distress
signal in all Cardassian frequencies.
|
| C: |
Can you plot a course through these plasma fields, Mr. Tuvok?
|
| Tu: |
Storm's activity is typically wide spread in this vicinity. I can plot
a course but I'm afraid it'll require an indirect route.
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| C: |
Then, you can use the time to make some repairs. What was that?
|
| Tu: |
Curious. We've just passed through some kind of coherent tetryon beam.
|
| C: |
Source?
|
| Tu: |
Unknown. Now there appears to be a massive displacement wave moving
toward us.
|
| C: |
Another storm?
|
| Tu: |
It's not a plasma phenomenon. At current speeds, it'll intercept us in
less than thirty seconds.
|
| C: |
Anything left in those impulse generators, B'Elanna?
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| To: |
We'll find out.
|
| Tu: |
Still exceeding our speed!
|
| C: |
Maximum power!
|
| Tu: |
Wave is continuing to accelerate. It will intercept us in eight
seconds... five...
|
| J: |
Your father taught me a great deal. I was his science officer during the
Arias Expedition.
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| P: |
You must be good. My father only accepts the best and the brightest.
|
| J: |
I'm leaving on a mission to find a Maquis ship that disappeared in the
Badlands a week ago.
|
| P: |
I wouldn't if I were you.
|
| J: |
Really?
|
| P: |
I've never seen a Federation starship that could maneuver through plasma
storms.
|
| J: |
You've never seen Voyager. We'd like you to come along.
|
| P: |
You'd like me to lead you to my former colleagues. I was only with the
Maquis a few weeks before I was captured, Captain. I don't know where
most of their hiding places are.
|
| J: |
You know the territory better than anyone we've got.
|
| P: |
What's so important about this particular Maquis ship?
|
| J: |
My chief of security was on board... undercover. He was supposed to
report in twice during the last six days. He didn't.
|
| P: |
Maybe it's just your chief of security who's disappeared.
|
| J: |
Maybe. That ship is under the command of another former Starfleet
officer, named Chakotay. I understand you knew him.
|
| P: |
That's right.
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| J: |
The two of you didn't get along too well, I am told.
|
| P: |
Chakotay will tell you he left Starfleet on principle... to defend his
home colony from the Cardassians. I, on the other hand, was forced to
resign. He considered me a mercenary, willing to fight for anyone who pay
my bar bills. Trouble is he was right. I have no problem helping you
track down my "friends" in the Maquis, Captain. All I need to know
from you is what's in it for me.
|
| J: |
You help us find that ship, we help you at your next outmate review.
|
| P: |
Ah huh.
|
| J: |
Officially you'll be a Starfleet observer during the mission.
|
| P: |
Observer? Oh, hell. I'm the best pilot you could have!
|
| J: |
You'll be an observer. When it's over, you're cut loose.
|
| P: |
Story of my life.
|
| P: |
Stadi, you're changing my mind about the Betazoids.
|
| Stadi: |
Good.
|
| P: |
Oh, that wasn't a complement. Until today I always considered your
people warm and sensual.
|
| Stadi: |
I can be warm and sensual.
|
| P: |
Just not to me.
|
| Stadi: |
Do you always fly at women at warp speed, Mr. Paris?
|
| P: |
Only when they're in visual range.
|
| Stadi: |
That's our ship. That's Voyager. Intrepid class. Sustainable
cruise veracity of warp factor 9.975. Fifteen decks. Crew complement of
141. Bioneural circuitry.
|
| P: |
Bioneural?
|
| Stadi: |
Some of the traditional circuitry has been replaced by gel packs that
contain bioneural cells. They organize the information more efficiently,
speed up response time.
|
| Q: |
If I may say so, it's been my special pleasure to see many new officers
like yourself come to these portals. Your parents must be very proud, my
boy. You know, on an occasion like this...
|
| K: |
I'm really not interested.
|
| Q: |
Interested?
|
| K: |
You're about to try to sell me something. Right?
|
| Q: |
I was merely going to suggest that your parents might appreciate a
memento of your first mission.
|
| K: |
And you happened to have several to choose from?
|
| Q: |
I do carry a select line of unique artifacts and gem stones indigenous to
this region. Why, quite recently I acquired these Robi crystals from
a very strange creature called Morn.
|
| K: |
We were warned about the Farengi at the Academy.
|
| Q: |
Warned about Farengi, were you....?
|
| K: |
That's right.
|
| Q: |
Slurs... about my people... at Starfleet Academy.
|
| K: |
What I meant was...
|
| Q: |
Here I am, trying to be a cordial host knowing how much a young officer's
parents would appreciate a token of his love on the eve of a dangerous
mission. And what do I get for my trouble? Scurrilous insults. Well,
somebody is gonna heae about this. What's your name, son?
|
| K: |
My name?
|
| Q: |
You have one, I presume?
|
| K: |
Kim. Harry Kim. But... I...
|
| Q: |
And who was at the Academy who warned you about the Farengi?
|
| K: |
You know, I think a memento for my parents would be a great idea.
|
| Q: |
Oh, no no no no no no no...
|
| K: |
Really. One of these would...would make a great pendant for my mother.
|
| Q: |
Or cuff links for your father.
|
| K: |
Cuff links... Great idea.
|
| Q: |
They're not for sale! Now inform your commanding officer that the
Federation Council can expect an official query...
|
| K: |
How much for the entire tray?
|
| Q: |
Cash or credit?
|
| P: |
Dazzling, aren't they? As bright as Koladan diamonds.
|
| Q: |
Brighter.
|
| P: |
Hard to believe you can find them on any planet in the system.
|
| Q: |
That's exaggeration.
|
| P: |
You know, there's a shop at the Volner Colony that sells a dozen assorted
shapes for one Cardassian lek. How much are you selling these for?
|
| Q: |
We're just about to negotiate the price.
|
| P: |
Come on.
|
| K: |
Thanks.
|
| P: |
Didn't they warn you about Farengi at the Academy?
|