Star Trek: Voyager

Damage report!

Shields at 60 percent.

Our fuel line has ruptured. Attempting to compensate.

Damn it! We're barely maintaining impulse.

I can't get any more out of it.

Be creative.

How am I supposed to be creative

with a 39-year-old rebuilt engine?

Maquis ship

this is Gul Evek of the Cardassian Fourth Order.

Cut your engines and prepare to surrender or we will de...

Initiating evasive pattern omega. Mark.

Shields at 50 percent.

I need more power

if we're going to make it to the Badlands.

Take the weapons off-line.

We'll transfer all power to the engines.

Considering the circumstances,

I'd question that proposal at this time.

What does it matter?!

We're not making a dent in their shields anyway.

You wanted creative.

Tuvok, shut down all the phaser banks.

If you can give me another 30 seconds at full impulse,

I'll get us into the Badlands.

Phasers off-line.

Throw the last photons at them

and then give me the power from the torpedo systems.

Acknowledged. Firing photons.

Are you reading any plasma storms ahead?

One. Coordinates 171 mark 43.

That's where I'm going.

Plasma storm density increasing by 14 percent.

Twenty...

Twenty-five...

Hold on!

Cardassian ship is not reducing power.

They're following us in.

Gul Evek must feel daring today.

They've taken a hit on their port blade.

They're sending out a distress signal

on all Cardassian frequencies.

Can you plot a course

through these plasma fields, Mr. Tuvok?

Storm's activity is typically widespread in this vicinity.

I can plot a course, but I'm afraid it will require

an indirect route.

We can use the time to make some repairs.

What was that?

Curious.

We just passed through some kind of coherent tetryon beam.

Source?

Unknown.

Now there appears to be

a massive displacement wave moving toward us.

Another storm?

It's not a plasma phenomenon.

At current speeds

it will intercept us in less than 30 seconds.

Anything left in those impulse generators, B'Elanna?

We'll find out.

Still exceeding our speed.

Maximum power.

Wave is continuing to accelerate.

It will intercept us in eight seconds.

Five.

Tom Paris?

Kathryn Janeway.

I served with your father on the Al-Batani.

I wonder if we could go somewhere and talk?

About what?

About a job we'd like you to do for us.

I'm already doing a job...

for the Federation.

I've been told the Rehab Commission

is very pleased with your work.

They've given me their approval to discuss this matter with you.

Well, then I guess I'm yours.

Your father taught me a great deal.

I was his Science Officer during the Arias Expedition.

You must be good.

My father only accepts the best and the brightest.

I'm leaving on a mission to find a Maquis ship

that disappeared in the Badlands a week ago.

I wouldn't, if I were you.

Really?

I've never seen a Federation starship

that could maneuver through the plasma storms.

You've never seen Voyager.

We'd like you to come along.

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.

You know the territory better than anyone we've got.

What's so important about this particular Maquis ship?

My Chief of Security was on board... undercover.

He was supposed to report in twice during the last six days.

He didn't.

Maybe it's just your Chief of Security who's disappeared.

Maybe.

That ship was under the command

of another former.

Starfleet officer

named Chakotay.

I understand you knew him.

That's right.

The two of you didn't get along too well, I'm told.

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'd pay my bar bills.

The 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?

You help us find that ship

we help you at your next out mate review.

Uh-huh.

Officially, you'd be

a Starfleet observer during the mission.

Observer?!

Oh, hell, I'm the best pilot you could have.

You'll be an observer.

When it's over, you're cut loose.

Story of my life.

Stadi, you're changing my mind about Betazoids.

Good.

Oh, that wasn't a compliment.

Until today, I always considered your people warm and sensual.

I can be warm and sensual.

Just not to me.

Do you always fly at women at warp speed, Mr. Paris?

Only when they're in visual range.

That's our ship.

That's Voyager.

Intrepid-class...

sustainable cruise velocity of warp factor

9.975.

15 decks, crew complement of 141.

Bio-neural circuitry.

Bio-neural?

Some of the traditional

circuitry has been replaced by gel packs

that contain bio-neural cells.

They organize information more efficiently...

speed up response time.

If I may say so, it's been my special pleasure

to see many new officers like yourself

come through these portals.

Your parents must be very proud, my boy.

You know, on an occasion like this...

I'm really not interested.

Interested?

You were about to try to sell me something, right?

I was merely going to suggest

that your parents might appreciate a memento

of your first mission.

And you happen to have several to choose from?

I do carry a select line

of unique artifacts and gemstones

indigenous to this region.

Why, quite recently, I acquired these Lobi crystals

from a very strange creature called a Morn.

We were warned about the Ferengi at the Academy.

Warned about Ferengi, were you?

That's right.

Slurs about my people at Starfleet Academy.

What I meant was...

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's going to hear about this.

What's your name, son?

My... name?

You have one, I presume?

Kim, Harry Kim, but I...

And who was it

at the Academy who warned you about Ferengi?

You know, I think a memento for my parents

would be a great idea.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Really, one of these

would make a great pendant for my mother.

Or cufflinks for your father.

Cufflinks. Great idea.

They're not for sale.

Now, inform your commanding officer

that the Federation Council can expect an official query...

How much for the entire tray?

Cash or credit?

Dazzling, aren't they?

As bright as a Koladan diamond.

Brighter.

Hard to believe you can find them

on any planet in the system.

That's an exaggeration.