Robert Beltran: Cmdr. Chakotay

Shattered

Cmdr. Chakotay

Captain Kathryn Janeway: Doesn't seem like my first command is shaping up the way I expected.
Chakotay: "In the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself astray in a dark wood, where the straight road had been lost."
Captain Kathryn Janeway: I didn't know Dante's Inferno was on the Maquis reading list.
Chakotay: Actually, I borrowed your copy.

[2371-Janeway intends to change her future for the benefit of her crew]
Captain Kathryn Janeway: If the temporal anomaly doesn't kill them, something else will - the Borg, telepathic pitcher plants, macroviruses... The Delta Quadrant is a death trap!
Chakotay: What about the Temporal Prime Directive?
Captain Kathryn Janeway: To hell with it!
Chakotay: With all due respect, it's a little presumptuous to think you have the right to change everyone's future.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: From what I've seen, they'll thank me.
Chakotay: All you've seen are bits and pieces. You're not getting the whole picture.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Really? Just what am I missing?
Chakotay: It's not 'what', it's 'who'. People like Seven of Nine, a Borg drone, who'll become a member of this crew after you help her recover her humanity, or Tom Paris, a former convict, who'll be our pilot, chief medic, and a husband to B'Elanna Torres.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: That angry woman I just met?
Chakotay: She's gonna be your Chief Engineer. Two crews, Maquis and Starfleet, are gonna become one, and they'll make as big a mark on the Delta Quadrant as it'll make on them, by protecting people like the Ocampans, curing diseases, encouraging peace; children like Naomi and Icheb are gonna grow up on this ship and call it home; and, we'll all be following our Captain, who sets a course for Earth and never stops believing that we'll get there.

[Chakotay enters Janeway's quarters and finds her picking apart a replicator]
Captain Janeway: You're late. Unfortunately, so's dinner.
Chakotay: Let me guess: you burned the roast again.
Captain Janeway: Once, a long time ago, I called this replicator a glorified toaster. It never forgave me.
Chakotay: I didn't realize replicators held grudges.

[Chakotay wakes up on a biobed in sickbay]
Chakotay: What happened?
The Doctor: You were transported here. Your body was in a state of temporal flux.
Chakotay: Temporal flux?
The Doctor: You had the liver of an eighty-year-old man and the kidneys of a twelve-year-old boy. Fortunately, I was able to create a chroniton-infused serum that brought you back into temporal alignment. Anywhere else, that antidote would've earned me a prestigious award. Of course, on Voyager, it's just another day in the life of an underappreciated EMH.

Captain Janeway: Do you mind telling me why B'Elanna burned out the deflector dish?
Chakotay: Actually, I ordered her to do it.
Captain Janeway: Why?
Chakotay: Trust me, it was better than the alternative.
Captain Janeway: Which was what, exactly?
Chakotay: I can't tell you.
Captain Janeway: Why not?
Chakotay: The Temporal Prime Directive.

[Chakotay takes a bottle out of a container in the cargo bay]
Chakotay: Antarian cider. Not the replicated stuff. There are only a couple of bottles left, and I don't want Mr. Neelix getting his hands on them.
Icheb: Well, then you should store them with the salvaged Borg components. Neelix never inventories those containers. He says they give him the creeps.
Chakotay: Officer-level thinking, Icheb. Would you mind?
Icheb: Of course not.

Chakotay: Anyway, I agree with Dante: if you always see the road ahead of you, it's not worth the trip.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: A soldier *and* a philosopher. Your intelligence file doesn't do you justice.

Captain Kathryn Janeway: For two people who started off as enemies, it seems we get to know each other pretty well; so, I've been wondering... just how close do we get?
Chakotay: Let's just say there are some barriers we never cross.

Captain Kathryn Janeway: Are you going to be lecturing me like this for the next seven years?
Chakotay: Don't worry. You'll always get the last word.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: In that case, let's get back to work.

Chakotay: You once told me that Starfleet captains don't choose their missions, the missions choose them. You're gonna have the opportunity to study things no human has ever seen before.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: Including some very large germs.

[last lines]
Captain Janeway: It's strange... thinking there's a piece of your life you don't know anything about.
Chakotay: Sounds a lot like the future.
Captain Janeway: Any predictions?
Chakotay: [refilling her glass] Only that in a few minutes, this bottle will be empty.
Captain Janeway: Then maybe you should go to the cargo bay, grab another one.
Chakotay: How do you know that's where I keep it?
Captain Janeway: Oh, I can't tell you.
Chakotay: Why not?
Captain Janeway: Temporal Prime Directive.

Captain Kathryn Janeway: In other words, I'm going to choose to help strangers at the expense of our own people?
Chakotay: It's not like you to second-guess yourself.
Captain Kathryn Janeway: In this case, I'm second-guessing a decision I haven't made yet.

Seska: You know, it's true what they say.
Chakotay: What's that?
Seska, Chakotay: Men just get more distinguished as they get older. A few lines here, a little gray there. It adds character. Too bad their minds start to go.