this is captain kathryn janeway of the federation starship voyager. we are not your enemy. they seem to disagree. we're not interested in your mining operation. our ship is badly damaged. we need to set down on the surface to make repairs. we repeat: leave or be destroyed. shields down to 52%. with our systems degrading we won't be able to take this much longer. target their weapons systems. fire. no effect. hull breaches on decks 11, 14 and 15. the damaged sections are turning into bio-mimetic matter. containment fields are failing. evacuate those decks. if we emit a polaron burst, we can disable their shields no. we're not going to destroy them over a misunderstanding. either that or retreat. ( gasps ) we're starfleet officers. we can't forget that. break orbit. that planet may be our last chance for survival. we'll have to find another option. i'm not sure why we're still taking orders from you. lieutenant, follow orders or leave the bridge. the alien vessel's not pursuing. begin scanning for other class-y planets. harry, transmit a distress call on all subspace bands. i

there's only one thing i know how to be, chakotay and that's kathryn janeway. i'd like to think and as much as she'd like to get her crew home i don't think she'd be willing to kill them in the process. maybe this dinner wasn't such a good idea after all. i've tried everything i can think of-- with replicated dna-- and i'm no closer to finding a cure. but i do have an idea. i'm listening. find the original voyager. if the real captain janeway were here we could sample her dna and imprint it onto your mimetic pattern. but, doctor, we have no way of knowing where they are. they could be behind us, ahead of us back on earth... destroyed. besides, even if we could find the real janeway how do we know she'd help? she's you. my emitter's starting to degrade. tuvok to the captain. sensors have detected a class-y planet. on my way. kim: it may not be home, it checks out. thermionic radiation... surface temperatures in excess of 500 kelvins. just what the doctor ordered. safe harbor? there's no guarantee this is going to work. harry, vent all plasma from the nacelles. g