"Blood Fever" Line-by-Line

[Orac]

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

 

[JanewayRulz!]

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

 

[Orac]

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

 

[LeadHead]

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

 

[Orac]

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

 

[LeadHead]

Torres: I AM NOT YOUR MATE!!!

 

[JanewayRulz!]

VORIK: We will soon decide that.

 

[LeadHead]

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

 

[JanewayRulz!]

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

 

[Orac]

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

 

[JanewayRulz!]

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

 

[LeadHead]

Chakotay: You mean let them fight?

 

[Leandar]

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

 

[LeadHead]

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

 

[CoffeeAddict]

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.

 

[LeadHead]

Chakotay: All right.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TUVOK: Begin.

 

[LeadHead]

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

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

 

[Orac]

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

 

[Athena28]

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.