Last time on "Star Trek: Voyager".
Two more of the mutations have been discovered.
Have their cortical nodes analysed.
- This is only a dream. - No, I brought you here.
This is Unimatrix Zero. You used to come here.
Unimatrix Zero is real. So are the people who go there. They need our help.
If we can't terminate their link, then we'll simply have to pay them a visit.
They don't have the ability to take action in the real world. We'll give them that.
Stay away from things that don't concern you.
I can't do that.
We were more than friends, weren't we?
This is our target. Keep a transporter lock on me.
Once I release the virus you can beam me back.
In how many pieces?
Captain, I expected something more cunning from you.
Their lifesigns are destabilising.
And now the conclusion.
- Lieutenant. - I'm all right.
- You have a subvocal processor. - I can live with it.
- The captain? - We were separated.
I don't know where they took her. We must proceed to the central plexus.
- Time. - 17 minutes.
- We should have heard something. - Doctor?
Their higher brain functions are stable.
Cube's new heading - 121, mark 6.
Matching course and speed.
Their propulsion system is regenerating.
They'll soon be capable of transwarp.
I want you inside Unimatrix Zero.
When the virus is released, your friends will be the first to know.
Problem?
No.
But I wouldn't call them my friends.
Acquaintances then.
Set aside your issues with these people.
Understood.
Patrol the north-eastern perimeter.
More drones were spotted there.
Where's that virus?
Captain Janeway is deploying it.
The Borg have increased their attacks. They're identifying us one by one.
Your mate is not here.
He's not my mate.
- He must not be regenerating. - Or he's dead.
He should be here. No one's seen him.
If he died in battle, I'm sure it was honourable.
Here. Help me.
It's obvious your heart is in conflict.
My heart is functioning perfectly.
Some advice from a warrior in the bedchamber and the battle field.
You must treat your heart as the enemy so you won't be distracted in battle.
I'll keep that in mind.
- Has the virus been deployed? - I'm not sure.
Do you remember anything?
No. Nothing.
The central plexus is through here.
Those must be the shield emitters Seven told us about.
- We need to get through that hatch. - I'll deactivate him.
- Captain. - What's left of her.
- How are you holding up? - Fine.
I can't access the plexus without shutting down the power grid.
The primary access port is isolated from the main power grid.
- Where is it? - 30 metres from here.
Tuvok.
Commander.
- I can hear the collective. - The neural suppressant is wearing off.
I'll be all right.
I heard him. The Vulcan.
But he's gone.
Why? Why can't I hear the others?
Leave this one to me.
- Comfortable? - Release me.
Easier said than done. I think I designed this trap a little too well.
- What are you doing out here? - Looking for you.
- Korok was concerned. - That doesn't sound like Korok.
- He said you were missing. - I've been busy setting traps.
Not the most sophisticated technology.
Seems to work. Hold on.
I should return to the camp. Wait for word on the virus.
I'll go with you... in case you run into any more trouble.
As you wish.
I'm sure Korok will be glad to see me.
Tuvok.
Where are you, Tuvok?
- Commander? - Stardate 38774.
Vulcanis Lunar Colony. The time and place of my birth.
Recalling such details helps me remain focused.
Captain, if I succumb to the collective, I'll pose a security risk.
- You must deactivate me. - Without the Doctor, that could kill you.
Stay focused. Stay Tuvok. That's an order.
Captain, I've bypassed the access codes.
Welcome to the central plexus.
Tuvok.
Where are you, Tuvok?
- Busy? - What's on your mind?
The away team. It's been two and a half hours.
The Doctor's keeping an eye on them. We'll give it a little more time.
Not everything goes according to plan.
It occurs to me that with you in command and Tuvok off the ship,
that makes me acting first officer, technically speaking.
- What's your point? - It's my duty to give you an opinion.
I think we should pull them out now before it's too late.
I appreciate your diligence.
But I've made my decision. We wait.
- How long? A day? A week? - As long as the mission takes.
- This mission isn't worth their lives. - You've made your point.
Apparently not.
Lieutenant.
A first officer could get in trouble for talking that way.
I've learned from the best.
I appreciate your concerns, Tom. But I need your support on this.
Aye, sir.
Download the virus.
Tuvok.
My daughter's name is Asil.
She was born in the city of...T'Paal.
We share your memories. You're part of us now.
Don't resist.
Commander Tuvok's synaptic pathways are destabilising.
If I decide to move in closer, I assume my first officer would concur.
You assume correctly.
We have to contact Voyager.
You're Commander Tuvok, tactical officer of the starship Voyager.
I'm your captain. Step aside.
She's irrelevant.
Captain, you must deactivate me.
My designation is Three of Twelve.
Where are you, Tuvok?
The central plexus.
- Range 40,000 km. - Harry?
- Too much shielding. I can't get a lock. - Stay on it. Closer.
This way.
Back so soon?
Target their shield generators. Stand by phasers.
Commander?
Shields to full. Brace for impact.
Someone's accessing our controls.
- Shields down! - Evasive manoeuvres.
- I've lost the away team. - Hull breaches. Decks 5, 6, 7.
- Reverse course. - We can't just leave them.
The Borg have our access codes. Get us out of here.
Thank you, Tuvok.
I'm losing voices.
Five in spatial grid 96.
Twelve in grid 182.
Hundreds now.
Thousands.
I can't hear you.
Why can't I hear you?
You've disconnected from the hive mind. Explain.
Comply.
No!
I'm not alone. You can't stop us all.
I altered the transmission to restore your original appearance.
- I know how vain humans are. - Why am I here?
You've caused a great deal of suffering. I wanted you to see for yourself.
You are the cause of his death, Captain.
You disconnected him from the hive mind.
- You didn't have to kill him. - He was confused. Irrational.
I had no choice.
Many more will die unless you tell me how to counteract the virus.
Sorry, we didn't think to develop an antidote.
I'll assimilate Voyager then.
Your Doctor created the pathogen. He can find a cure.
My first officer will delete the Doctor's program if you go near Voyager.
It won't be long before thousands of drones begin to fight back.
- They will fail. - Maybe.
Probably. But a lot of damage will be done before they do.
Yes. A lot of damage.
Spatial grid 94. Cube 630.
Complement - 64,000 drones.
But I can no longer hear three of them.
No doubt they've joined your resistance.
Are they trying to sabotage the vessel and liberate others?
I don't know because I can no longer hear them.
Initiate self-destruct.
An effective solution, don't you agree?
Spatial grid 091. Sphere 878.
Complement - 11,000 drones. Only one is silent.
But I have no choice.
I must silence all of them.
I know how this must upset you.
As a Starfleet officer, you value all life. Even drones.
How many more are you willing to sacrifice?
Thousands? Millions?
You can put an end to this.
I want you to go on a diplomatic mission.
It's one of your primary functions, isn't it? Negotiations?
Go on.
Tell them to rejoin the collective and I'll stop.
They will never agree to that.
They're individuals now. They have a choice.
What are you afraid of, Captain? That they may cooperate?
You've been waiting for a chance to damage the Borg. You've found one.
You're only using them.
'lf you really wanted to negotiate, you'd visit Unimatrix Zero.
You've sent drones. Surely you could go yourself.
Or will a taste of individuality make you realise it's worth fighting for?
Comply, or you will be responsible for many more deaths.
You'll have to destroy the entire collective to find them all.
Several drones have retained their memories of Unimatrix Zero.
- The virus has been deployed. - Good. We need help.
- The away team is still on that cube. - And we can't mount a rescue.
Can you find out if they have anyone else aboard this cube?
If they do, tell them to hurry. They're our only allies.
I'd like to make adjustments to your alcove before you return.
When this crisis ends, I'll find a more permanent solution,
so you can spend more time in Unimatrix Zero.
You're in a unique position. Not many of us get to lead a double life.
When this crisis ends I will sever my link to Unimatrix Zero.
May I ask why?
I'm having difficulties with one of the people there.
Mr Axum?
Whenever you mention his name, your pupils dilate.
Blood flow increases to your face.
Both are consistent with an emotional response.
Axum and l apparently had a relationship.
Oh, romantic?
There go those pupils again.
Your diagnosis is accurate.
Well...
...how ironic.
All this time we've been trying to develop that aspect of your humanity,
and it's been there all along.
- Not any more. - My readings say otherwise.
You're very particular about who you spend time with.
No doubt that's why you and l have become friends.
If you were involved with Axum once, doesn't that suggest he's worthwhile?
He does possess commendable qualities.
Coming from you, that's high praise.
There's nothing wrong with feeling ambivalent.
After all, you're in the middle of a civil war.
But eventually, you may want to give this romance a second chance.
Who knows? You may even get to meet him in person some day.
I'll say this for your Mr Axum.
He's a very lucky man.
The collective has found a new way to attack us.
Eleven ships have self-destructed in three hours.
We need to coordinate a way to strike at the heart of the collective.
Our target should be the Unicomplex.
If we can disrupt the queen's control,
it'll give us a chance to build up a fighting force.
There is one more objective. The Voyager away team.
Their sacrifice will not be forgotten.
- We can still rescue them. - She's right.
They risked their lives for us. Now it's our turn.
- There's no time. - It's a matter of honour.
I thought you of all people would understand that.
I'll see if any of our people are on a vessel near theirs.
- Thank you. - It's the least we can do.
What's wrong?
It turns out I'm on a scout ship patrolling the border of fluidic space.
On the other side of the galaxy.
I was hoping we'd be able to meet one day in the real world.
Me too.
There are things I can do where I am.
I'll try to contact Species 8472,
see if I can persuade them to join the fight.
Given their history with the Borg, I'm sure they'll be eager.
I guess this rules out Vorothon Gorge.
Gorge?
It was the top of our list of things to see if we were ever freed from the collective.
Don't you remember?
We could add fluidic space to our list.
We still have Unimatrix Zero.
It was sufficient before.
And now?
- Where are you? - Over here.
Don't be frightened. Stand up. Let me look at you.
Comply.
You're one of the machine people. You're trying to hurt us.
That's the last thing I want to do.
I'm here to help you.
All of you.
- They said you wanted to assim... - Assimilate you.
Yes. But that's nothing to be afraid of.
You like having friends, don't you?
Assimilation turns us all into friends.
It brings us so close together we can hear each other's thoughts.
Is that fun?
Yes. It's fun.
I was about your age when I was assimilated.
I was worried then, too.
But when I began to hear the others, to hear their thoughts,
I wasn't afraid any more.
- Don't you miss your parents? - They're here. With me.
Part of us.
I can hear them right now.
Would you like to be with your parents? They miss you. They want to see you.
- Can I talk to them? - Soon.
But first I'd like to see more of this.
There's a place where you can see the whole forest.
Show me.
It's pretty, isn't it?
I took your advice, Captain. I visited Unimatrix Zero.
It's far more primitive than I expected.
How could anyone prefer a crude environment to Borg perfection?
Spend a little more time there. You might find out.
I've seen enough. It's an illusion.
The people who go there are real, and they won't give it up easily.
They'll fail.
I thought you'd like to see our latest accomplishment.
Recognise it?
- No. - I think you do.
It's your nanovirus, with a few modifications.
We've reprogrammed it to target your mutated drones.
Once it's released, it will erode their autonomic functions.
They will die within minutes.
You have no way to deliver it.
Those drones have been separated from the hive mind.
They aren't linked to the central plexus.
No. But there's another way I can reach them.
I'm prepared to go back to Unimatrix Zero and release it myself.
But I'm willing to reconsider. It all depends on you.
Me?
If they rejoin the collective, I'll spare their lives.
They listen to you. Tell them it's time to come home.
You were responsible for many deaths.
Now you can save thousands. Decide.
Let's try this again. Ensign?
The warp core is on-line. Navigational array. Shields at 20%.
We've got sensors. Short-range only.
It's a start. Try to get a fix on the away team.
Now what?
Someone's tapping into our holographic systems. It's a Borg signal.
- Doctor to the bridge. - Go ahead.
Someone's here to see you and Seven. Come down here right away.
Kathryn?
The Borg have established this link so I can propose a compromise.
We're listening.
They've developed a nanovirus that can kill every Borg with the mutation.
They're prepared to release it inside Unimatrix Zero
unless all the drones there return to the collective for reassimilation.
That's surrender.
I won't be responsible for any more deaths.
At least they'll survive as drones.
Tell them Unimatrix Zero can no longer exist.
That's an order.
Have I made myself clear?
Yes, Captain.
- We did our best. - It's not over yet, Doctor.
Can you disrupt the interlink frequency for Unimatrix Zero?
- The captain gave us a direct order. - Not the one you think. Seven?
I believe I can. But why?
Didn't you hear? Unimatrix Zero can no longer exist.
Chakotay to the bridge. Report.
A transwarp conduit just opened off our port bow.
Lieutenant?
- They're on an intercept course. - Evasive manoeuvres. Battle stations.
- They're hailing us. - Open a channel.
Starship Voyager. I am General Korok.
This vessel is now under my command.
We've come to join you in battle.
Your crewmates are coming to retrieve you.
You were wise to comply.
Chakotay to Seven. We're almost in range.
Stand by.
I've isolated the frequency.
Get Korok.
Our emitters are fully charged.
Do you have the interlink frequency?
- We have it. - Wait for my signal.
We have to end our regeneration. We can't be here when it happens.
- Will there be anything left? - We're being asked to make a sacrifice.
But it's the only way.
- We're in range. - Full power to the shields.
All weapons on-line. Voyager to Korok. It's time.
You must go.
Bridge, it's working. Unimatrix Zero is shutting down.
Acknowledged.
Voyager to Korok. Now.
- What are they doing? - You wanted to destroy Unimatrix Zero.
We're just lending you a hand.
- Get me the virus. - There's no one left to infect.
- Is this your compromise? - I don't compromise with Borg.
Match their shield modulations and fire.
- I'm picking up the away team. - lsolating their bio-signatures.
- Get a lock. - I can't penetrate their inner shields.
Voyager to Korok. Status.
Patience. They're trying to remodulate their shield grid.
I'm attempting to compensate.
- You shouldn't be here. - Neither should you.
- I've wasted our time together. - No, you didn't.
- You gave us a chance to fall in love. - We've lost our way to be together.
No. I'll find you.
- Axum... - I'll find you.
Shields in subgrid 42 are destabilising. Target that section.
Initiate self-destruct.
- Their shields are down. - Energise.
Chief medical officer's log, stardate 54014.4.
It's been 48 hours since the away team returned to Voyager.
I've been able to extract most of their Borg technology.
The captain and B'Elanna are on the mend.
But Tuvok will need a little more time to recover.
General Korok has finished his repairs.
He's been contacted by another Borg vessel.
It's also under the control of former drones.
The Doctor removed my spinal clamps but I won't play hoverball for a while.
If I ever imply it's been easy on you, remind me of this.
Noted.
Unimatrix Zero may be gone, but the resistance is alive and kicking.
The collective may never be the same.
Korok said he would try to maintain contact, keep us informed.
Have you heard from your friend?
No. But I don't expect to.
Axum's vessel is in the Beta Quadrant.
If I ever imply that he was nothing more than a friend...
...remind me about today.
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