Commander!
Look at this.
I think they're some kind of apple. Hmm.
There are trees filled with them
as far as the eye can see,
just over that ridge.
Kaylos. Ah.
Aren't they gorgeous?
One bite'll kill you.
Puff you up like a vakol fish.
Yeah, first your windpipe
swells...
and just when you think
you're going to die of suffocation...
Ow! Oh, you get a sharp pain in your knees,
which begins to work
its way right up to...
I think we get the picture.
Sorry, Mr. Carey.
Just remember the old trader's axiom:
Never judge a fruit by its skin.
On the other hand, huh, take a bite.
What is it?
A leola root.
You expect us to eat this?
This is the reason I brought you here, Commander.
There's no better source
of vitamins and minerals in the Quadrant
than in this, this ugly little root.
I'd find the second-best source
acceptable if it tasted better.
You humans!
You're not used to roughing it, are you?
Well, take it from one who knows.
The day may come when you'll relish
every last crunch of leola.
Stewed for a few hours in a light herbal broth,
ah, you won't even notice the mildew.
Captain, I don't think we're alone.
Mr. Tuvok, run a lateral EM scan for me,
coordinates 81 mark 40.
Running scan.
What do you see, Mr. Paris?
It's like a reflection.
Something in low orbit.
When it moves into a certain angle from the sun...
He's correct.
I am picking up an ionization trail.
There is another ship in orbit.
Using some kind of cloaking device?
It's not
a cloaking device as we know it, Captain.
I cannot say for certain what it is,
but the ship does employ some kind of masking circuitry
that has affected our sensors.
Voyager to away team.
Go ahead, Captain.
Any unexpected life signs
down there, Commander?
Nothing but bloodworms.
Neelix wants to bring some back for a tartar
he wants to make.
I'm trying to talk him out of it.
We're picking up an unidentified ship in low orbit.
Collect your teams, and prepare to transport back
while we investigate.
Acknowledged.
Chakotay out.
All units, report
to transport site A immediately.
Captain, I believe a polaron burst
may give us visual contact.
Do it.
Kazon.
The hull design does conform to known specifications
of the Kazon-Nistrim sect.
Voyager to away teams.
Return to the ship immediately.
Acknowledged,
Captain.
Transporter Room, get ready to begin on my command.
Where is Ensign Seska?
Chakotay to Seska.
Transporter Room, can you locate
Ensign Seska's combadge signal?
Negative, Commander.
I'm not reading any sign of her.
She was picking berries with our group,
over by the hillside.
There were caves nearby.
If she went inside one,
it might be blocking her combadge signal.
The rest of you get back to the ship.
I'm going to look for her.
Oh, thank the Prophets!
What are you doing here?
Mushrooms. I saw them growing by the mouth of the cave.
I wanted to teach Neelix
how to make your favorite soup.
I appreciate the thought,
but we've got to get out of here.
Captain's Log, Stardate 48658.2.
We successfully left orbit
without further interference from the Kazon.
Commander Chakotay was injured
but is recovering from his wounds.
Come in.
I didn't think I'd make it.
Feeling better?
Yeah. What have you got there?
Real food.
You got Neelix to make some mushroom soup.
Are you kidding?
The man wanted to stretch the mushrooms
with just a little...
leola root. Leola root.
We got into this tug of war
with the bag of mushrooms in the middle.
It was the most ludicrous thing you've ever seen.
Tuvok and Kes broke us up,
and then Neelix threw me out of his kitchen.
So, how did you...?
Mm, strictly a Maquis operation.
Hmm!
First, we arranged for a little morale crisis.
A couple of our people
suddenly came down with severe homesickness.
Neelix, our devoted morale officer,
responded to the call and came in
to cheer them up,
and while they were all singing Rakan folk songs,
Jackson and I broke into the kitchen.
You looted the food reserves?
Well, if he's not going to give us a decent meal...
I can't believe you did this.
Well, it's not like we're hiding anything.
I did bring soup straight to the First Officer, didn't I?
Thanks for including me in a criminal conspiracy.
Does he know about this yet?
Well, the morale crisis ended a few minutes ago, so I'd say...
Neelix to Chakotay.
that he probably does.
Go ahead, Neelix.
I'd like to report a crime.
Someone has broken into my kitchen and stolen food—
taken food out of the mouths of their crewmates.
I know.
It was that Seska, wasn't it?
I promise you everyone involved
will be disciplined.
If you'd like my recommendations for punishment...
Thank you. I'll handle that.
Chakotay out.
Replicator privileges revoked for two days.
Everyone, including me.
They're not going to do it.
Then I'll personally
put them in the Brig.
You'd put me
in the Brig?
After all we've been through?
The soup was worth losing the replicator privileges
for two days— admit it.
That's not the point.
I get the point.
Can we make up now?
Who else knows how to make your favorite soup like I do?
No one...
but we agreed a long time ago,
this wouldn't work.
Look around, Chakotay.
There aren't that many potential mates out here.
Of course, if you're not interested...
I have had my eye on young Ensign Kim.
Janeway to all senior officers.
Please report to the Bridge.
We require help... immediately!
Anyone who can hear this message, please help!
Long-range scanners
picked up the distress signal three minutes ago.
The ship's
dimensions are identical
to the vessel we encountered at the planet.
It is a Kazon-Nistrim ship, Captain.
Captain, this may be a trap.
The Kazon-Nistrim is one of the most violent sects
in the entire Kazon Collective.
We need immediate assistance!
We have lost all Bridge operations.
Barely able to function.
Please... assist!
Mr. Kim, can you determine
if this ship has sustained genuine damage?
There are fluctuating nucleonic patterns.
It might indicate a reactor breakdown on board.
Mr. Paris, run an extended scanner sequence
to identify any other Kazon ships
that might be in the area.
Nothing showing up, Captain.
Maintain scans and set a heading to intercept.
New heading entered.
I take your warning seriously, Neelix,
and will act with caution,
but if we can help, we should.
Besides,
this may be an opportunity
to make a friend,
and out here,
we can use all the friends we can get.
What could do
something like this?
I'm showing high levels of nucleonic radiation.
It seems to be isolated in that area.
It is likely that the ship's
automatic containment systems were activated
when the radiation entered the Bridge.
We should be safe as long as we stay
on this side of the force field.
Someone's alive over here.
Away team to Voyager.
We've got a single male Kazon alive on the Bridge.
Transport him directly to Sick Bay.
Energizing.
It appears the explosion
emanated from this console.
Something look a little odd about it to you?
The structural pattern does not conform
to the rest of the Bridge.
No, there's something else strange about it.
The residue has a.41% trace of a neosorium composite,
and I don't know anyone who uses neosorium technology,
except for the Federation.
So how did it get into the hands of the Kazon?
Incredible.
Somehow, virtually every cell in his body
has been altered.
Altered?
His cells have mutated,
or they've been fused with inorganic matter.
I can't make heads or tails of it.
Look at this.
His blood cells have bonded
with metallic nuclei.
The crew members closest to the explosion
were virtually melded
with huge pieces of metal fragments.
He was luckier than the others.
That remains to be seen.
I'm going to have to do
a complete pyrocyte replacement
if we're going to keep him alive.
We'd better hope
there are compatible donors on board.
I'll run a cytological screening of the crew.
We'll let you know the results
as soon as we can.
Captain, there was an apparent Federation signature
to the explosion.
What?
It looked like they were trying to install
some new technology that detonated.
You're saying they have some kind
of Federation weapon on board?
A console on the Bridge was the source of the explosion.
We're not sure what its function was,
and it's going to be hard to get to.
We can't transport it out?
Not with those levels of nucleonic radiation.
The transporter beam would disperse
the moment it hit the irradiated cabin.
How could they possibly have Federation technology?
There are only three alternatives
I can discern at this time.
One: It is not Federation technology at all
but something similar.
Bridge.
Two:
Another Federation starship
may have been brought to the Delta Quadrant
prior to our arrival,
and they interacted with the Kazon-Nistrim.
Were there any other reports of missing starships?
Not to my knowledge.
Three: Someone from this ship
has covertly given technology to the Kazon.
Computer, hold turbolift.
I don't like
number three at all, Tuvok.
Nevertheless,
it is the most probable explanation.
It may not be a coincidence
that the Kazon ship we encountered at the planet
was able to deceive our sensors.
Perhaps someone transmitted instructions to them
before we arrived.
I want you to personally
go through the transmission logs, Tuvok.
Compare them to the actual telemetry.
See if there's any evidence of prior contact
with the Kazon.
Who would have had a chance to meet with them
while you were on the surface?
A dozen people.
We were scattered all over the area.
You did discover Ensign Seska in proximity to them.
Seska almost killed me
because she thought I was Kazon.
She wouldn't do something like this.
Nevertheless, I urge you to regard her with caution
for the time being.
Why would anyone on this ship betray us?
We're all in this
together.
We need to retrieve that console and get some answers
before the rumors get out of hand.
Computer, resume.
Releasing the force field isn't an option.
That would just allow the radiation into the whole cabin.
We could generate a localized subspace bubble
to get past the force field.
One minor subspace disruption
and you're dead.
It's too risky.
I'd be willing to risk it.
We could use
an expander
to manipulate the containment field.
Manipulate it how?
Move it out of the way.
Rotate the field,
and the radiation trapped inside it
away from the console.
Once it's clear, we have access.
How long will it take to set this up?
We, uh, we should be able to make an attempt by tomorrow.
I want it ready by the end of the day.
No, Captain.
When I say tomorrow, I mean tomorrow.
I don't exaggerate.
Tomorrow is the best I can do.
Understood, Lieutenant.
All right...
we'll begin on the Kazon Bridge.
Carey, Nicoletti, Seska.
No. I want Ensign Seska
to coordinate the operation from our Bridge.
Okay, Henard, you're with us.
Dismissed.
What was that all about?
What? Oh, you know what I'm talking about.
There's nothing important to do on the Bridge.
I disagree. We need someone up there...
What the hell is going on?
There's some concern about you.
What kind of concern?
Concern because I found you near the Kazon on the planet.
Oh, I see.
So now I'm a traitor.
I sell technology to the enemy?
I don't believe that. No, you just take me
off my assignment.
I'm trying to take you out of harm's way to protect you.
This is your idea of protection?
You might as well point a finger at me
in front of the entire crew.
You don't assign someone you don't trust to the Bridge.
Look, I'm sorry,
but if something goes wrong over there, I don't want you
anywhere near it.
Thanks for your concern.
How is he?
Not very good.
We need to completely replace his blood.
Will he regain consciousness?
I'm not sure.
Even if he does,
there's no way to predict
what kind of brain damage there might be.
He's the only one who really knows
what happened on that ship, Doctor.
The only one who can tell them
I had nothing to do with it.
You? I don't understand.
Would you call me right away if he wakes up?
All right.
Ensign...
did you ever come in
to leave a blood sample on file?
No. I never got around to it.
Why?
I've been running a crew compatibility analysis,
and your file never came up.
My blood won't help you.
I had a childhood disease that infected it.
I was warned never to donate blood for a transfusion.
All the more reason we should have your blood on file.
I will.
Right now, I have something more important to take care of.
Someone did make an unauthorized transmission.
And whoever it was was an expert at covering their tracks.
The signal was masked
by a test of the dorsal emitters
that we conducted a week ago.
Who was working on that test?
Only the whole Engineering crew.
We're trying to trace the station
where the signal originated.
Again, the perpetrator was skilled enough
to make the tracking process extremely difficult for us.
It's like working backwards through a maze of circuits.
We keep bumping into dead ends.
Paris to Captain Janeway.
Please report to the Bridge.
Captain, another Kazon ship is approaching,
trying to hail the disabled ship.
They're not within visual range yet.
Perhaps someone else
picked up the distress call.
What's their ETA?
At their current speed, four hours, 20 minutes.
Should I tell them we're here?
If we know about them,
it's a good bet they know about us.
We don't have anything good to tell them.
I think we'll wait.
Captain, I'm showing an unauthorized autosequence
in Transporter Room 2.
Someone's left
Voyager.
Computer, identify who just beamed off the ship
from Transporter Room 2.
Ensign Seska.
Chakotay to Seska.
I really don't have time
to talk to you right now, Chakotay.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Retrieving the console, my way.
I want you back on this ship, and I mean now.
The Captain said she wanted the console today.
Carey's plan couldn't do it in time,
but mine can.
Captain, it is conceivable
that she has gone to the Kazon ship
to destroy evidence that might implicate her.
She's gone back to the Kazon ship to prove herself to us.
Can't you see that?
I've got a lock on her, Captain.
Do you want me to transport her back?
If we try to beam her out
while she's manipulating subspace,
we might kill her.
Chakotay to Seska.
Seska, respond.
Get her out of there!
Send her to Sick Bay.
Energizing.
Prep three cc's kelotane.
I'll need a dermal regenerator.
Run a full blood scan.
Have a seat, Mr. Carey.
How have things been going for you
in Engineering?
Fine.
Why, is there a problem?
You getting along all right with Lieutenant Torres?
I think we've settled our differences.
She was promoted to Chief Engineer
over you, Lieutenant.
That might be difficult
for someone in your position to accept.
Captain, I accepted your decision,
and I've worked as hard as I can
to make myself a valuable member
of Lieutenant Torres' team.
I can't believe she'd have any complaints
about my performance.
She doesn't.
Then what am I doing here?
Lieutenant, have you had any contact
with the Kazon-Nistrim
since we arrived in the Delta Quadrant?
What?
Y-You mean, me personally?
No. Of course not.
You were out of contact for almost an hour
on the planet where we encountered the Kazon.
You mean, when I was picking those poison apples?
What about before we arrived at the planet?
Did you have any reason to signal a Kazon-Nistrim ship?
No. Nevertheless,
a signal was sent to the Kazon from your station in Engineering
during our dorsal emitter test last week.
My station?
Were you not in Engineering at that time?
Well, yes, I was, but...
you know how it is down there during a systems analysis.
Did you see anyone else at your station?
Honestly, I don't remember.
Maybe you should ask Seska.
Why Seska?
Everybody knows she was found in the cave with the Kazon.
Look, I'm not saying she did anything wrong,
but I didn't either.
I'd like to believe you, Mr. Carey,
but somebody did contact the Kazon,
and until we know who,
I'm going to have to restrict you to quarters.
What do you think?
He had the motive and the opportunity.
He's also had a distinguished Starfleet career.
Seska spent most of the last two years
as an enemy of the Federation.
So have I.
Captain, we're being hailed
by the approaching Kazon ship.
How soon will they be here?
Four minutes.
I wish we had something more definitive to tell them.
Open a channel.
I am Kathryn Janeway,
Captain of the Federation starship Voyager.
My name is Culluh, First Maje of the Kazon-Nistrim.
What have you done to our ship?
We responded to a call for help.
Unfortunately, by the time we were able to respond,
all but one of the crew were dead.
I would like to speak to the survivor.
He hasn't regained consciousness.
We have him in our Sick Bay.
We'd be happy to beam you aboard so you can see him.
You will prepare for my arrival.
Friendly sort.
Ah, Captain, I'm glad you're here.
I was just about to call you.
Doctor, this is First Maje Culluh,
of the Kazon-Nistrim.
Could you give us
the latest condition report
on your Kazon patient?
Well, the good news is,
we've been able to stabilize him.
We had to completely replace his blood.
Replace his blood?
With what?
The blood of volunteers from our crew.
They saved his life.
His own blood cells were killing him.
They were changed by the accident on his ship.
Changed in what manner?
We haven't been able to determine that yet.
We've been working on a plan
to access the source of the explosion,
which should answer a lot of the questions.
That will no longer be necessary.
We will take the damaged vessel to our port for inspection.
I'm afraid I can't allow you
to do that just yet.
And what gives you the right to interfere in our affairs?
There was a trace of a Federation compound
in the remains of the explosion.
We have reason to believe
that someone on board this ship gave technology
to your people.
Until we have
a better explanation of what occurred,
I can't release that ship to you.
That is not acceptable.
It will have to be.
Your unique technologies make you brave, Captain,
but you have only one ship.
In less than a day,
there will be four Kazon vessels off your bow.
Perhaps by then,
we'll have the answers we need.
You will leave us with him.
I assume they'll want to take him back to their ship.
I'd rather not let them do it just yet—
in case he regains consciousness.
There are a lot of questions he can answer.
Can I tell them it's not safe to move him?
It would be the truth.
Good.
He's dead.
Get off this ship.
There was some kind of nerve toxin
in that needle.
He died instantly.
Captain, may we talk to you in my office?
It's about Seska.
Complications?
I was analyzing her blood chemistry
to try to locate
a compatible donor.
But when I got the results,
her blood was lacking
all the common Bajoran blood factors.
Meaning?
The only conclusion we can reach
is that she is not, in fact, Bajoran.
It appears Seska has been
genetically altered.
My suspicion is she was born Cardassian.
You're asking me to believe
she's a Cardassian agent who infiltrated the Maquis?
Starfleet Security has documented several incidents
in which Cardassians have used cosmetic alterations
for the purpose of infiltrating an enemy.
This is crazy. This is just impossible.
The Doctor
has informed us that
there is no other plausible explanation
for the medical anomalies, Commander.
If you don't mind, I'd like to hear her explanation before
we dismiss it.
Has she been told? No.
I'd like to be the one who questions her.
I suggest we wait until we retrieve the console.
Janeway to Torres.
Yes, Captain.
Your status.
We are finished with the computer simulations.
Everything looks okay. We're ready to beam over.
Good. Then let's get started. Janeway out.
You were working for her; Seska was working for them.
Was anyone on board that ship working for me?
The Kazon ship is hailing us.
Open a channel.
On screen.
Our sensors show that you are trespassing on our vessel.
As I've already informed you, we're attempting
to retrieve the console that caused this explosion.
If you attempt to remove anything from our ship,
it will be considered an act of war.
You know,
I'm really easy to get along with
most of the time...
but I don't like bullies, and I don't like threats,
and I don't like
you, Culluh.
You can try and stop us from getting to the truth,
but I promise you, if you do,
I will respond with all the "unique" technologies
at my command.
Janeway out.
Their weapons systems are standing down.
They do not appear to be posing a threat to us at this time.
At least not until reinforcements get here.
Janeway to away team.
Yes, Captain?
I don't want to rush you, Lieutenant, but...
We're finished, Captain.
I beg your pardon?
Decontamination went exactly as planned.
The console has been transported to Engineering,
and we're on our way back now.
Acknowledged.
Well done, away team.
We'll meet you in Engineering.
Of all the things to die for.
It's a food replicator...
or at least
it was trying to be.
We may take replicators for granted,
but imagine what it would mean
to a culture that doesn't have this technology.
They didn't use a thick enough interior shield casing.
Once the nucleonic radiation leaked out,
a cascade reaction was inevitable.
Can you tell if any part of the console came from our ship?
There's no doubt about it, Captain.
The pattern buffer relays
are clearly composed of bio-neural fibers.
No other Federation ship would have them.
Somebody on board Voyager
gave them what they needed.
I guess they just didn't know what to do with it.
I want a complete report on everything we've found,
so I can share it with our Kazon friends.
We've recovered the console.
It's a replicator,
constructed with materials from Voyager.
I suppose now everyone thinks
I went over there to destroy the evidence.
Did you?
I was only trying to show everyone—
show you...
You really think I had something to do with this, don't you?
To be honest, I'm not sure anymore.
I'm not sure of a lot of things.
Then why don't you go talk to your animal guide
and figure it all out?
I plan to.
Good.
Get back to me when you do.
You know, it's funny...
I've been thinking about what's been real
and what's not been real.
What is this about?
What's wrong with you?
Talk to me, Chakotay.
You owe me that much.
What would you say
I owed to a Cardassian who infiltrated my crew?
What are you talking about?
Isn't that why you never got around
to a blood analysis when we came on board?
I didn't get around to it
because I didn't get around to it.
Turns out your blood is missing
all the common Bajoran blood factors.
It's a side effect
of Orkett's disease.
Ask your doctor.
Orkett's disease?
A childhood virus that swept through the Bajoran work camps
during the Occupation.
Thousands of children didn't survive.
I did, thanks to a bone marrow transplant
from a sympathetic Cardassian woman.
Her name was Kattell.
When we get home,
you can ask her yourself.
You must think I'm horrible.
Do you think I gave you my...
my heart to get your Maquis secrets?
I was starting to wonder.
Let me tell you something...
your secrets weren't good enough.
They wouldn't have been worth the trouble
for a Cardassian agent.
I had only one agenda with you, Chakotay,
and I never kept it secret.
So, you believe in me again?
I want to.
Good, because I want to go back to work.
Let's not rush things.
No, I'm going stir-crazy in here.
You're going to have to stay confined,
at least until we find out
exactly where the replicator components
were taken from.
Well, what'll that tell you?
There might be evidence of who took them.
Oh, you don't think whoever did this
is foolish enough to log in using their own name?
Chief Inspector Tuvok leaves no stone unturned.
I'll tell the Captain what you told me.
Somehow, we'll try to clear this up soon.
She said a Cardassian bone marrow transplant
saved her life as a child.
Did you set our plan in motion?
I gave Lieutenant Carey the same information.
Now all we can do is wait and hope someone takes the bait.
Gin.
I never knew
Vulcans had such a talent for cards.
It is simply a matter of logical discards,
which give a false impression of my own requirements
and deny the needed cards to your hand.
I believe that's 94 points to me.
If you ever need a sponsor in a gin tournament,
let me know.
We're picking up two more Kazon warships,
about six hours away.
We're not going to be able to stay here much...
That sounds like a nibble to me.
Someone is accessing the inventory database.
And they're going straight
to the missing replicator materials.
Should we start
the trace now?
Negative. It might alert them.
They're entering data.
Intriguing. It appears as though
they're trying to place evidence
at the scene of the crime to indicate the guilty party.
They're entering an encrypted security code
into the materials requisition file.
Which would suggest they're hiding it,
but not very well.
Anybody know whose security code that belongs to?
I do.
It's Seska's.
Then it has to be Carey.
Carey is trying to point the finger at Seska.
Chakotay...
is anything wrong?
It's over.
We know who gave the technology to the Kazon.
Who?
You did.
Look, I don't know what evidence you think you've found, but...
We found the evidence
you put there for us to find—
your own security code.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
We already knew where the stolen materials had been taken from
before I met with you.
We were monitoring the inventory manifest,
hoping either you or Carey would try to cover your tracks.
Hell of a way for me to cover my tracks—
putting in my own security code for you to find?
That's exactly what you did.
You knew no one would believe you could be that careless.
You wanted us to believe
that someone else was trying to frame you.
Ever consider that maybe someone was?
We traced the computer station used to enter the data.
Oh, you took us all around the system and back again
before we could locate the source,
but it was this station
in Sick Bay.
I'd almost say it was a Maquis operation,
if I didn't already know you were a Cardassian.
Computer, activate emergency holographic medical program.
Ah.
Have I been called to testify?
Before you even mentioned Orkett's disease to me,
the doctor had already discounted that
as a possible explanation for your blood anomalies.
And may I say
a doctor less informed about Bajoran medicine
might have been fooled, but my program includes
the complete Bajoran medical text on Orkett's disease.
There's no way any childhood virus
or Cardassian bone marrow transplant
can explain away the genetic markers in your blood.
You are Cardassian, Ensign.
But that didn't necessarily make you the traitor
we were looking for.
We needed more evidence, and you gave it to us.
The one thing I still can't understand is...
why?
I did it for you.
I did it for this crew.
We are alone here,
at the mercy of any number of hostile aliens
because of the incomprehensible decision
of a Federation Captain.
A Federation Captain who destroyed
our only chance to get home.
Federation rules,
Federation nobility,
Federation compassion?
Do you understand?
If this had been a Cardassian ship,
we would be home now.
We must begin
to forge alliances.
To survive, we must have powerful friends.
The Kazon-Nistrim were willing to be our protectors
in return for some minor technology.
Minor technology that could change
the balance of power in this Quadrant.
Change it in our favor.
That is all that matters at this point—
building a base of power in this Quadrant.
You are a fool, Captain.
And you're a fool to follow her.
I can't imagine how I ever loved you.
Computer, Command XJL.
Computer, override transport in progress.
Unable to comply. Security lockout is in place.
Computer, identify destination of transport.
A Kazon vessel, 14 kilometers off the port bow.
Bridge to Janeway.
Go ahead. The Kazon ship
is powering up its engines.
It looks like they're getting ready to go to warp.
Ready a tractor beam.
I've also got two Kazon warships
on an intercept course less than ten minutes away.
Captain, even with
our superior defense capabilities,
we cannot prevail against three Kazon warships.
Awaiting your instructions, Captain.
Power down the tractor beam.
Set a course out of here, Mr. Paris, warp four.
Engage when ready.
Yes, ma'am.
We'll have to wait for another day to settle up with Seska.
Can I ask you to be honest with me, Lieutenant?
As a Vulcan, I am at all times honest, Commander.
That's not exactly true.
You lied to me
when you passed yourself off as a Maquis to get on my crew.
I was honest to my own convictions
within the defined parameters of my mission.
You damned Vulcans and your defined parameters.
That's easy for you.
On the contrary, the demands on a Vulcan's character
are extraordinarily difficult.
Do not mistake composure for ease.
How may I be honest with you today?
I'd just like to know—
from someone else who pulled the wool over my eyes—
was I particularly naive?
Was I not paying enough attention?
What the hell was it
that let all you spies get by me?
Like all humans,
you depend on feelings and instincts to guide you,
and they invariably let you down.
But "particularly naive"?
No, Commander, and I've always considered
your attention span to be adequate.
Did you ever see anything about Seska
that made you suspicious?
No.
She quite expertly
"pulled the wool" over my eyes, as well.
Well...
that makes me feel a little better.
Thanks.
Curious.
What?
That my failure, added to your own,
should improve your feelings.
Misery loves company, Tuvok.