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Episode 66
Part F

 

Tuvok: "This translocator has an extremely long range - over ten light years." Janeway: "Great distances must limit its capacity. That's why the Nyrians could only send one person to Voyager at a time and bring one of us here." Tuvok: "Their method has the added advantage of appearing innocent, at least in the beginning." Janeway: "I can't find the command pathways to get the system operative, and I don't imagine we have much longer before they find us."

In the Argala habitat, Paris and Torres are freezing, beginning to suffer from exposure. Torres: "Maybe coming in here wasn't such a good idea." Paris: "Let's hope it's worse for them than it is for us."

A Nyrian soldier fires at them but misses as they duck.

Paris is about to return fire when Torres tells him: "Careful. That phaser's just about dead."

Paris aims his phaser above the portal and fires, bringing down enough ice to block it so that no more Nyrians can follow them in except by translocation.

Torres: "We can't last much longer. We've just got to stay one step ahead of them."

Paris: "We don't want to get too far away from the portal. Maybe we should find a place to hide."

They find somewhere. Torres says: "Let me see the phaser." He hands it to her. Shivering violently, she tries to work on it but it slips out of her hands. "Ow! My hands are completely numb."

Paris: "Would've thought all that hot Klingon blood would've kept you warm." Torres: "Shows how much you know about Klingons. They have much less tolerance for the cold than humans do." Paris: "Really? I thought that was Cardassians." Torres: "No, they just complain about it more." He rubs her hands with his and blows his warm breath on them. Paris: "Better?" Torres works on the phaser. "I think that'll amplify the power cell enough for one more shot."

Suddenly a Nyrian guard appears, but the cold has got to him and he slowly collapses unconscious.

As they stare at him, suddenly Paris notices another Nyrian coming up behind them.

Paris: "B'Elanna!" She whirls round and fires at the Nyrian, felling him.

Paris: "Nice shot. Now let's get out of here before we freeze to death." They leave.

Janeway: "I've got the basic operation down, but I can't quite figure out how to lock on to a target. Can you access anything that might function like our targetting scanners?" Tuvok: "There are bio-sensors contained within the monitoring programs of each habitat. Perhaps-" An audio alert sounds. Janeway: "What is it?" Tuvok: "I'm detecting human life forms in one of the environments. The Argala habitat."

Janeway: "Tom and B'Elanna." Tuvok: "Possibly. They may have taken refuge there to hide from the Nyrians." Janeway: "Doesn't look very inviting, does it."

Tuvok: "The temperature is minus 20° Celsius." Janeway: "They can't last long in that. We've got to get them out."

Another audio alert sounds. Tuvok: "Captain, there's a ship approaching at high warp. It's Voyager." Janeway: "If the Nyrians are bringing in reinforcements, we're in trouble. Keep working on those bio-scanners."

In the Argala habitat, both Paris and Torres are struggling, suffering from exposure. Torres: "I didn't think we were this far from the portal. I don't think I can go any farther." Paris: "You have to keep moving." Torres: "Oh, I'm so sleepy." She sits down to rest. Paris: "No, B'Elanna. Get up." Torres: "No, you go on. I'm just going to rest here." Paris: "If you do that, you'll die." Torres: "No, I'll be fine. I just have to close my eyes for a minute." Paris hauls her to her feet: "I am not going to let you do this. On your feet now, Torres, that's an order!" Torres: "You can't give me orders. We're the same rank." Paris: "I'm a bridge officer, and I have seniority." Torres: "Oh yeah, by about two days!" Paris: "On your feet, now! Come on, you've been wanting to take a swing at me for days. Now's your chance." Torres: "You're just trying to get me moving." Paris: "You will keep moving. Or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out?" Torres: "Don't even try it."

Suddenly both are translocated...... translocator

.....back to the Federation habitat. Not knowing where Paris and Torres have been, numerous crew can see them in an intimate position.

Embarrassed, they straighten up and try to act nonchalantly. Crewmembers include Crewman Nozawa (male, engineering (gold) uniform) and Ensign Brooks (female, command division uniform).

At the same time as Torres and Paris are translocated, Dammar and Rislan are translocated..... translocator

.....into the Argala habitat. Immediately they start shivering violently. Dammar: "Where are we?" Rislan: "The Argala habitat, sir." Dammar: "Get us out of here." They start moving. "Where's the portal?"

translocator Janeway translocates into the habitat, a short distance away from them. Dammar to Janeway: "You did this!" Janeway: "I've taken control of your translocation system." For a moment she holds up a remote control to show them. "My tactical officer is standing by, waiting for my next order." Dammar: "And, and what would that be?" Janeway: "That depends on you. Surrender my ship and release all the prisoners here."

Dammar: "Unacceptable." Janeway: "Alright. You can stay where you are and greet your fellow crewmembers as we translocate them here to join you." Rislan: "And if we do surrender?" Janeway: "We'll find you a nice warm habitat where you'll be comfortable while we contact the native worlds of your prisoners and arrange for their return. And, once we've disabled your translocator, you'll be free to go." The shivering Nyrians do not respond. "I'm sorry you don't wish to be reasonable." Via comms: "Mr Tuvok, get me out of here and prepare to-"

Dammar: "No, wait!" It is the desperate cry of surrender.

USS Voyager, at warp speed, travelling away from the Nyrian prison ship. Janeway: "Captain's log, stardate 50929.6. The Nyrians have surrendered Voyager, and my crew is safely back on board. The former prisoners on the habitat vessel have contacted their native worlds, and are waiting to be taken home."

Torres enters the Paxau Resort holoprogram

She joins Paris. They are uneasy with each other, as they are not sure if, following their argument, they are still fighting. Torres: "Nice day." Paris: "Beautiful."

Torres sighs. "Things were pretty chilly there for a while." "Chilly" could also refer to their argument. Paris: "I guess they were."

Torres: "Feels good to be warm again." Paris: "Yeah, it sure does."

She closes her eyes, content. She and Paris are firm friends again.