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- Ah! - Ah!
- What do we do? Tell me what to do.
- Ah, ugh. - Oh.
- Hey again. - Ow.
- Uh, what's up?
It worked!
Wesley has catapulted us across the quadrant
to Captain Chakotay and the "Protostar."
- What? Oh, what did he do to our ship?
- Your ship? It's my ship.
- Captain, you know these intruders?
- Hologram Janeway? It's you!
- Have we met?
- No, not yet. But yes, kind of.
Man, this is weird. - Like seeing a ghost.
- Looks like we've nabbed a few of those galactic raiders
that helped me and Adreek escape Solum ten years ago.
Ten years?
That happened, like-- - Technically--
- I know, Maj'el, temporal mechanics.
- Speaking of Adreek, where is that bird beak?
Too chicken to see me.
- It appears Adreek is a sore subject.
- Starfleet uniforms. Temporal mechanics.
You were never galactic raiders.
But how do you know my emergency hologram?
- She helped us once.
- Originally, you and Adreek never escaped future Solum.
- But you heroically launched the "Protostar"
through the wormhole's time anomaly.
- Where we found it in the past,
and found each other.
- Then we kind of time traveled again,
but sort of screwed it all up trying to rescue you.
- When you brought the ship here,
you changed their past.
And now some nasty time monsters
are hunting us down, but Wesley Crusher saved us
and brought us here to you. - I'm sorry.
Time monsters? Wesley Crusher?
- We need to get the "Protostar"
back to the past in Tars Lamora,
or else things will get a lot worse.
- Hm.
No. - No?
- What does he mean, "no"?
- To protect the Federation,
we stranded ourselves on this island
so the weapon on board that ship
never falls into hands like hers!
- Gwyn's not like the other Vau N'Akat.
- And that weapon, relax. We already set it off.
You what?
- Easy, easy. We blew up our ship.
- You mean my ship.
- No, the one we found. We saved the Federation.
- But the Vau N'Akat weapon on board--
- Starfleet already knows. They're ready.
It's not a threat anymore.
- That's why we're happy to see Hologram Janeway.
I can't wait to get back
and tell Admiral Janeway about this!
- Oh.
Sorry, kids,
but you're never getting my ship off this planet.
I advise you make some shelter.
The ion storms here can get pretty hairy.
- Ion storms? - You can't leave us out here!
- Hold on.
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- Welcome to Ysida! Enjoy your stay!
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Time-traveling misfits.
Just when you think you've seen everything.
- Well, you still surprise me.
- If you have something to say.
- Have you considered
they could be telling the truth?
- I can't take that chance. I won't.
- Still, a little compassion never hurt.
- I've endured ten years here.
They can make it through one night.
Hey! Come on.
Open up! Let us in!
Ugh, we're not seriously gonna let him take our ship!
- I fail to see what other choice we have.
Captain Chakotay outranks us.
And if Wesley presumes the seven of us
must stay together, it's only logical
our immediate survival takes precedence
over squabbling whose ship it is.
- He's been marooned here ten years.
We can't expect him to change his mind in one day.
Maj'el is right.
- If the ionized atmosphere was less temperamental,
the captain wouldn't be such a prickly fellow.
- I guess ten years of lightning storms
can do that to you. - Whatever.
I ain't afraid of no little storm.
- Oh, but what about a big one?
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- I can hear you staring.
- Don't leave those cadets out there.
He would have let them in.
Ah!
- Just so we're clear, it's still my ship!
- We don't need your help!
We're doing just fine on our own.
Whoa!
Ah, all right, crew! We're going inside!
Uh... - Welcome aboard.
She's seen better days,
but we've got warm bunks and plenty of food.
- Thanks, Janeway. Always looking out for us.
- I am? - We missed you.
- And this ship.
- Even if it is falling apart. - Ow!
Would it kill you to turn some lights on in this place?
- We try to conserve power as much as possible.
The remaining systems run off emergency power cells,
and every year, the backup solar collectors
lose a fraction of their efficiency.
- Solar collectors?
How do you keep the Proto-Core stable
without consistent power? - We don't.
We ejected the Proto-Core. - You ejected it?
- Vented the warp drives too.
- But without the matter and the antimatter
to power the reactor, the ship has no fuel to fly.
- Like I said,
you're never getting my ship off this planet.
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Huh?
Meh.
- We've marooned ourselves, too, haven't we?
- You get used to it, kid.
Sure, the storms are rough,
and the fish eggs can taste like sulfur...
But the needs of the many
outweigh the comfort of a few.
I'm sure you're all familiar with the ship.
Feel free to find somewhere else
to ride out the storm. - Huh?
Ugh.
Is this how Starfleet trains their captains to be?
Broken old men who give up hope when things get tough?
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- Uh... - Uh...
Hey, hey, look what Jankom found!
It's little bird guy.
- Don't touch that! Don't touch any of them.
You wanted them on the ship, you deal with them.
Janeway, you have the bridge.
- Remind Jankom never to play chess with him.
Huh.
- These pieces, they're-- they're his officers.
- Forgive him.
He's a captain who's lost his entire crew.
- His grief must be unbearable.
- After the captain and first officer
marooned themselves here, it took its toll on them.
Seeing Chakotay lose his spirit,
Adreek wanted to give him hope.
Adreek thought perhaps
they could find a way off this planet
and find another solution.
The captain thought it was impossible
and far too risky to try,
but Adreek wouldn't give up.
He thought if they could harness
the anti-matter generated by the storms,
there could be a way to replenish the warp engines.
Chakotay wouldn't hear of it,
so Adreek ventured out alone to test his theory,
but a storm blew in, and he never returned.
It's strange.
I haven't seen a new face in years,
but here I am, opening up to you like old friends.
- I like to think we go way back.
- I don't know why, but I believe you.
Chakotay has always been an honorable man.
His bitterness hides a scar.
He's seen more than enough tragedy
for a lifetime
and can't bear anyone else getting hurt.
I should check on him. Excuse me.
- If the captain has made up his mind,
I do not understand why Wesley has sent us here.
- Yeah. - Well, maybe he wants us to--
just hear me out--
steal the ship. - Is that what we are to him?
Thieves? - If the shoe fits.
- You heard Janeway. Adreek had a plan.
Chakotay just wouldn't listen to it.
If we want to get off this planet,
it'll take more than fixing a ship.
We need to fix a captain.
- A bright morning to you, Captain Chakotay.
Isn't it a beautiful day?
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- Shields up.
Fruits incoming.
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- Mm.
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Good luck.
Hasn't run in years.
- Who needs luck when you've got accessories?
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- Live long and prosper.
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Hey, Dal, can you grab some plasma fruit?
It only grows at the top of the hill.
Aye-aye!
Anything for you, Captain.
Ow!
- Another ion maelstrom, bigger this time.
Let's get everyone inside.
How much time do we have? - Not enough.
That's the worst I've seen in years.
- Where's Dal? - I thought he was with Jankom.
- Jankom thought he was with Rok.
- Dal, we've got another storm fast approaching,
and we need you back now. Dal, can you read me?
- There's too much ion interference
from the lightning.
- Where is he going? - To pray the Runaway is fixed.
- If you're looking for Dal, I'm coming with you.
- And you're gonna need an engineer.
- We'll continue searching for Dal.
- Be careful out there!
- Percussive maintenance. - I like it.
- Why is the blobby guy here? - Security.
- Guys, guys!
We've got a signal from Dal's combadge!
- Gwyn, do you read me? - We read you.
- Head north, bearing 018 mark 4.
- Jankom hopes Dal's not too far.
- It's just a little lightning. - Easy for you to say.
Your hand's not a lightning rod.
- That's the least of our worries.
What you really have to watch out for is down below.
- What's below?
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- Things that feed on lightning.
- Uh, OK, let me get this straight.
Out of all the planets to maroon yourself on,
you picked this P-class nightmare?
- Hold on.
- Whoa!
- Whoa! Whoa!
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You know, as a captain,
you're not half bad!
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Uh-oh! But still not half good!
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- Oh! - Oh!
- Security, I get it now.
- I see Dal, but I've lost the others.
- Gwyn, can you read me? Gwyn?
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- Captain, debris field dead ahead.
- Gwyn, are you there? - We read you. Sorry.
Had to take a shortcut.
- Whew, yeah you did.
You're practically right on top of each other.
- We're sending his coordinates now.
- He's 500 meters up that hillside.
- The exit's too narrow. We'll go on foot.
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- Dal! Oh, you're OK.
Dal, what is it?
- Oh, no, Adreek.
- Giant worms were chasing me, but I took refuge here,
where I found him.
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- That feathered fool.
Thought he could find a way off this island.
- We still can, Captain. - Can we?
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- Antimatter.
You did it, Adreek!
You were right all along.
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- You found Dal!
- He's not all we found.
- My crew went down with the ship instead of me.
Adreek is gone.
- He sacrificed so you could live.
- When they showed up, I was ready to spend
the rest of my days guarding this ship
with my life, but Adreek and this crew
reminded me there's always another way.
You're certain it's safe to return?
And you need the "Protostar" to save others?
- We wouldn't be here otherwise.
- And with this, we have a chance
at getting off this planet. - All of us.
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- Janeway said Adreek had a plan?
- He did, but he knew before this ship could fly,
first it has to sail.