"Blood Fever" Line-by-Line

Vorik: Sir, I declare koon-ut-kal-if-fee.

 

TUVOK: The ritual challenge. He intends to fight to win his mate

 

Paris: You want a fight? You've got one.

 

Chakotay: Hold on, there's not going to be any challenge. Are you responsible for the ship being out of contact?

 

Vorik: It was necessary to disable the communications, transports and shuttles. No one will keep me from my mate!

 

Torres: I AM NOT YOUR MATE!!!

 

VORIK: We will soon decide that.

 

Torres: If anyone is going to smash your arrogant little face, I will! I take your challenge, myself!

 

TUVOK: She has the right to choose her own defender, even herself.

 

Chakotay: Just hold on. Neither of you are thinking straight right now.

 

TUVOK: They are following their instincts, and I suggest we allow them to do so.

 

Chakotay: You mean let them fight?

 

Tuvok: It is logical. Both must resolve their Pon Farr before it kills them. We cannot wait to hear from Voyager.

 

Paris: They'll tear each other to pieces!!

 

TUVOK: The risk of injury seems preferable to the certainty of dying from a chemical imbalance. Commander, I see no alternative but to follow Vulcan tradition.

 

Chakotay: All right.

 

TUVOK: Begin.

 

Torres and Vorik battle, eventually Torres knocks out Vorik an then collapses.

Paris: It's over, isn't it?

 

Tuvok: The blood fever has been purged. They will both recover.

 

Captain's log, Stardate 50541.6. We're following through with Chakotay's offer to help the Sakari improve their camouflage and they've agreed to supply us with a generous quantity of gallicite.