Day 226 Captain's Log, Stardate 51682.2. I've forged a coalition with the Nihydron and the Mawasi. Together, we're preparing to attack the Weapon ship. [Bridge] Janeway: I've analysed every carrier frequency of their transmission. It contains a classified Starfleet id code. It could only have come from Tom Paris. It's real. The co-ordinates he sent should lead us directly to the Weapon ship.
Janeway: Approximately 50 light-years from here. Our new allies are assembling reinforcements. Once we're in range, Tom says he'll try to take the Weapon ship's temporal core off-line. When that happens they'll be vulnerable to conventional weapons. Tom will then transmit the exact location of the core. Our job will be to disable the ship and get our people out. Is everyone clear?
JANEWAY: B'Elanna, Harry, I want you to beam over to the Nihydron vessel. Work with their engineers. The entire fleet needs to be equipped with temporal shielding.
Janeway: There's fight in Voyager left. We still got temporal shields, 6 photon torpedoes, it'll hold together. Besides you know the adage, "The Captain goes down with the ship." Right? You have your orders. Dismissed. (The crew begins leaving the bridge.) Tuvok, I can hear your objections already. I am not leaving.
Tuvok: Given Voyager's damaged state, the probability of your surviving an armed conflict is marginal.
Tuvok: Curious. I have never understood the human compulsion to emotionally bond with inanimate objects. This vessel has done nothing. It is an assemblage of bulkheads, conduits, tritanium, nothing more.
Janeway: Well you're wrong. It's much more than that. This ship has been our home, it's kept us together, it's been part of our family. As illogical as it might sound, I feel as close to Voyager as I do to any other member of my crew. It's carried us Tuvok. Even nurtured us; and right now it needs one of us.