JANEWAY: You were right, Seven. This species is a threat. But despite the risk of sending an away team, we know a lot more about who we're dealing with now.
JANEWAY: So there's one question remaining. Who's hunting the hunters? (That would be the 8472 currently crawling over Voyager's hull.)
[Sickbay] (There are armed guards here.) EMH: I was trying to remove his body armour to treat the internal injuries when he suddenly regained consciousness. Needless to say he's not happy to be here.
EMH: I've already tried. His immune system neutralises everything. I could synthesise a more potent compound, but that would take hours. He could be dead by then. His wounds are severe.
JANEWAY: Your crewmate is dead, and your ship has been damaged beyond repair. I brought you here to treat your injuries. What happened to your ship? Who attacked you? The first time I met your species it wasn't on the best of terms, but that doesn't mean you and I can't find a way to change that.
ALPHA: Yes. A formidable alien. We captured it two days ago, but it broke free of its restraints, attacked us. Release me. I must continue the hunt.
JANEWAY: Not without your ship, and not in this condition. You'll die without treatment. Let us help you. (The Alpha nods.) JANEWAY: Doctor?
EMH: All right. I'm going to enter the forcefield now and start with a few scans of your midsection. You should know I'm a hologram and can't be bent, spindled or mutilated, so don't bother trying. Please lie down. Or remain standing.
[Bridge] CHAKOTAY: Captain, we've detected six more Hirogen ships. They're converging on us from all directions.