Scene: Personal log, Chief Engineer Geordi La Forge, stardate 44885.5. I am en route to the planet Risa to attend an artificial intelligence seminar. Captain Picard has ordered me to arrive a few days early to have some fun and relax. I intend to follow his orders to the very best of my ability.
Laforge: How about some different music, Computer. Something with a Latin beat. No, I meant something with a gentle Latin beat. Maybe a Spanish guitar. Perfect. Hey, what's the weather like on Risa?
Computer: Risa is climate-controlled for optimum tourist comfort,
Laforge: Is that right? How long before we get there?
Computer: Arrival at Risa is scheduled for oh nine thirty two hours.
Laforge: Three hours. How about a game, computer?
Computer: Please restate request.
Laforge: Something to pass the time, you know, a diversion.
Computer: Select either visual interactive or verbal interactive.
Laforge: Verbal.
Computer: You have twenty seconds to respond to each question. Level of difficulty will increase as you progress. Proceed when ready.
Laforge: Begin.
Computer: List the resonances of the subquantum states associated with transitional relativity.
Laforge: That's easy.
Computer: In alphabetical order.
Laforge: Er, well, asymmetrical, inverted, phased, stable.
Computer: Your time has expired.
Computer: The fifth resonance is LAFORGE +
Computer: Universal
Laforge: I knew that. Okay, give me another one.
Computer: List the field patterns associated with warp modulation in order of decreasing energy.
Laforge: Oh, there's the aft nacelle associative, the forward Whoa! Computer, sequence zero one zero. Maximum power to the shields. Kill the music. Enterprise, this is shuttle seven. I've encountered a Romulan Warbird. Coordinates at three
Computer: Warning. Shield failure.
Laforge: Damn. Risa Control. Anybody.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44891.6. The Enterprise has been ordered to accompany a special emissary from the Klingon High Council to the Kriosian System, where one of their colonies is fighting for independence.
Kell: There was a time when the Empire would crush a rebellion. Now it is tolerated. We have enough problems on the home planet. We don't wish to divert resources to such a trivial war.
Picard: You're prepared to grant them independence?
Kell: Perhaps. We'll conquer them again later, if we wish.
Picard: May I ask, Ambassador, what has this to do with us?
Kell: The Governor of Krios has charged that the Federation is secretly aiding the rebels.
Riker: Does he have evidence?
Kell: The Council has sent me here to examine that evidence. It was my decision to invite you to accompany me, Captain. Many on the Council have great respect for you.
Picard: K'adlo. I have been pleased to offer occasional assistance to the Klingon people in the past.
Kell: Your modesty is very human, Captain. I will excuse it.
Picard: I can assure you, Ambassador, the Federation would never interfere in the internal affairs of the Empire.
Kell: Let us hope not. Such interference would strike at the very basis of our alliance.
Riker: Captain, we are in the war zone.
Picard: Indeed. Ambassador, I will ask our Chief Security officer, Lieutenant Worf, to make a report
Kell: Captain, Worf's discommendation makes that very awkward. If I could work with one of the other security officers
Picard: Lieutenant Worf is my Chief of Security and my tactical officer. This matter clearly falls within his jurisdiction.
Kell: As you wish.
Laforge: Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, take it easy! Hey.
Taibak: Welcome, Mister La Forge. We've waited a long time to meet you.
Laforge: I can tell you've gone to a lot of trouble.
Taibak: Indeed we have. You are going to be of great help to us.
Laforge: I wouldn't count on it.
Taibak: Good. Very good. Do not enjoy yourself too much on Risa.
Laforge: Hey!
Taibak: Your visor will be returned to you, but first I want to show you something.
Laforge: Show me something? That'll be an interesting trick seeing as how I can't see anything without the visor.
Taibak: That is not quite true. Allow me to demonstrate. I now have direct access to his visual cortex. He has no choice but to see what I wish him to see. I can feed him any image I choose. He will be unable to ignore it. His galvanic skin response has increased nine percent. It seems Commander La Forge, like many humans, has a low tolerance for watching others suffer.
Laforge: Why are you doing this?
Taibak: I am sorry, Commander. It is a necessary step. I apologize for your discomfort.
Taibak: Here. Observe how a spring day on his native Earth affects him. He's looking at a beautiful meadow, green trees, birds, a blue sky. The heartbeat slows, the galvanic skin response drops. The body responds to our stimuli. He is incapable of maintaining control of his own responses. Watch as I change the stimuli again. Once our work is done, La Forge will act normally, totally unaware of his conditioning. The perfect tool for our purpose.
Woman: Will there be any physical evidence of what you are doing to him?
Taibak: None, Commander. That is why we chose La Forge. The utilization of his pre-existing neural implants makes our work impossible to detect.
Woman: How will we be certain the procedure has been successful?
Taibak: I will program him to perform a series of specific tests, both before he leaves us and after he returns to the Enterprise. We'll be able to verify his effectiveness. Notice that his heart rate has slowed somewhat. He is becoming accustomed to the horrors he is witnessing. So, we change horrors.
Kell: There have been two rebel attacks on neutral freighters. One a Ferengi, the other Cardassian.
Worf: Both were engaged near the Ikalian asteroid belt. That's where the rebels must be hiding.
Kell: The actinides in the asteroids provide positive protection against our sensors.
Worf: They might attack a freighter, but I doubt they would challenge a Federation starship.
Kell: Especially with the Federation furnishing them support.
Worf: You would test the Captain's word with me, Kell? Is it because I have no honor in your eyes that you expect me to be disloyal?
Kell: Wrong of me to ask. My apologies.
Worf: Captain Picard does not lie. If he says there is no Federation assistance to the rebels, there is none.
Kell: Good. Because I risked my own reputation and honor coming to Picard.
Worf: He will not disappoint you. If that is all.
Kell: There are some members of the High Council who would thank you, Worf.
Worf: Thank me?
Kell: For killing Duras. No doubt that had he lived, one day he would ascended to head the Council. Many were not looking forward to that.
Worf: My motives were personal, not political.
Kell: Motives? Who cares for motives? Humans perhaps. What matters is you acted that day as a true Klingon.
Taibak: Where are we, Mister La Forge?
Laforge: This is Ten Forward.
Taibak: Who is that man sitting over there?
Laforge: That's Chief O'Brien.
Taibak: How long has he served with you?
Laforge: Almost four years.
Taibak: I want you to kill him.
Laforge: Okay.
Taibak: Take this phaser and kill Chief O'Brien.
O'Brien: Finally I think I've found it. You see, this piece of conduit carrying the power to transporter seven, and I know that can't be right, so I take a closer look and sure enough
Taibak: Freeze simulations. Commander, did you understand my request?
Laforge: Well, I, it's just I, I don't
Taibak: Look at me. Now, what did I ask you to do?
Laforge: Kill Chief O'Brien.
Taibak: Then do as I asked. Resume program.
Laforge: Chief.
O'Brien: I have to
Taibak: Good, Mister La Forge. Very good. Why don't you enjoy a drink with your friends?
Laforge: Mind if I join you, guys?
Crewman: Sure.
Taibak: He still hesitated. Prepare the equipment for another session.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44896.9. We are orbiting Krios, awaiting our first meeting with the Klingon Governor. Commander La Forge has rejoined the Enterprise from Risa.
Data: Welcome back, Geordi.
Laforge: Data!
Data: How was the seminar?
Laforge: Very informative. I'll tell you all about it.
Data: It is fortunate we were able to coordinate your return on the Teldarian cruiser.
Laforge: Yeah, when I heard the Enterprise had been ordered to the Krios system, I thought I might be forced to endure another couple of weeks on Risa.
Data: I am sorry to hear you did not enjoy yourself.
Laforge: I was joking.
Data: Joking? Ah. Forced to endure Risa. Your actual intent was to emphasize that you did enjoy yourself. Yes, I see how that could be considered quite amusing.
Laforge: I missed you, Data.
Picard: Commander La Forge.
Laforge: Permission to come aboard, sir.
Picard: Granted. Welcome back.
Laforge: Thank you, sir.
Picard: Commander La Forge is my Chief Engineer.
Kell: Commander.
Picard: He's has been attending a seminar on artificial intelligence on Risa.
Riker: I'm glad we got you back, Geordi. We're going to need your help on this.
Laforge: Data tells me that the Federation has been accused of aiding Kriosian rebels.
Picard: We're to be presented with evidence today. We'll need your help in analyzing it.
Laforge: Anything I can do.
Troi: You had a good time.
Laforge: Does it show?
Troi: You're more relaxd than I've ever seen you.
Worf: Captain, Governor Vagh has signaled he is ready to meet with you.
Picard: Very well. Advise him that we will transport sown to the surface immediately. Ambassador.
Data: Commander Riker.
Riker: What is it, Data?
Data: Our sensors have detected a brief energy fluctuation in the E-band.
Riker: E-band? That's unusual. What's the source?
Data: Unknown, sir. E-band emissions are difficult to localize.
Riker: Collapsing protostars sometimes emit E-band bursts.
Data: Yes, sir. However, there are no protostars in this sector.
Riker: You'd better run a complete scan. Keep me posted.
Data: Yes, sir.
Laforge: The Carnelians have actually done the most work on artificial intelligence, so I spent a lot of time in their research seminars.
Troi: Geordi, I get the feeling that something special happened on this vacation, and I'm not talking about computers.
Laforge: Well, I did take second place in a chess tournament.
Troi: Yes.
Laforge: And I swam a lot. I worked on my back stroke. The water is very calm on Risa.
Troi: And?
Laforge: And I walked a lot. That's all. Well, I ate enough for twelve people. The food there is terrific. They've got a chocolate there, Counselor, you would love.
Troi: And that's all?
Laforge: Yeah. Well, there was this
Troi: Yes?
Laforge: Her name is Jonek. But you wouldn't want to hear about that. Better get ready for duty. Nice talking to you, Counselor.
Vagh: We talk, we socialize, we waste time and the insurrection continues to grow. These rebels need to be crushed not coddled.
Kell: Governor, it does not matter what you or I think. The High Council's made its wishes clear.
Vagh: The Council should be more interested in Federation interference.
Picard: Governor, exactly what do you think the Federation has done?
Vagh: Your medical supplies have been found in rebel strongholds.
Riker: We make no effort to restrict access to our medical supplies.
Vagh: Are your weapons also freely available?
Picard: No, they are not.
Vagh: Then explain this.
Picard: You took this weapon from the rebels?
Vagh: That and many more like it.
Riker: It does appear to be Federation issue.
Picard: Governor, with your permission, I would like to take this weapon back to the Enterprise to verify its origin.
Vagh: As you wish. I have hundreds more.
Picard: Even if these weapons are genuine, I can assure you that a third party must have been involved. The Federation is not in the business of supplying arms to rebels.
Vagh: This is the only Klingon colony on the border of Federation space. You cannot deny that Starfleet would be happy to see Krios gain its independence. It would reduce your vulnerability to an attack.
Picard: Governor, you speak as if we are enemies, not allies.
Vagh: And you speak the lies of a taar'chek.
Picard: Qu'vath guy'cha b'aka.
Kell: Gentlemen.
Vagh: You swear well, Picard. You must have Klingon blood in your veins.
Kell: Governor, I will report to you as soon as the analysis of that weapon is complete. Captain, Commander.
Picard: Enterprise, three to transport.
Laforge: Intercooler flux down to five percent. Plasma deviation steady at point seven two.
Crewman: Aye, sir.
Laforge: Well, if you guys keep running at this efficiency, I might as well go back to Risa for another week. Just run through a level four series, and then call it a night, huh? I'd help you, but there's something I've got to take care of.
Laforge: Red Torian, please. Thank you.
Laforge: Oh! I'm sorry.
O'Brien: It's all right.
Laforge: My glass, it just slipped.
O'Brien: It's nothing, just a little cold.
Laforge: Yeah, but you're all soaked here.
O'Brien: It's nothing serious.
Laforge: Let me get you something to wipe that off with.
O'Brien: I'll just go to my quarters and change.
Laforge: You sure?
O'Brien: Don't think twice about it, Commander.
Data: Energy flow is within normal parameters, from the pre-fire chamber to the emission aperture.
Laforge: Rapid nadion pulse, right on target. Beam control assembly, safety interlock, both checked out. Beam width intensity controls also responding correctly.
Data: Energy cell usage remains constant at one point oh five megajoules per second. Curious. The efficiency reading on the discharge crystal is well above Starfleet specifications.
Laforge: Yeah, by quite a bit. Ninety four point one percent efficiency.
Data: Our most efficient discharge crystal typically fires with eighty six point five percent efficiency.
Laforge: Let's take a closer look at the wave pattern on the emission beam. That might tell us why it's losing so little energy.
Data: Pulse frequency out of pre-fire chamber reads steady.
Laforge: There. That's not right. The initial output spike is inverted.
Data: That might suggest that the weapon has been charged with a forced pulse, well into the terahertz range.
Laforge: Then it's definitely not Starfleet issue and there can't be that many systems that use the terahertz feeds.
Data: Three hundred twenty seven, to our knowledge. We can probably achieve an exact match with a random computer search. It will take approximately three hours.
Laforge: I think we could narrow this down with a little common sense, Data. Who has the most to gain from a conflict between the Klingon Empire and the Federation?
Laforge: The Romulans. They fashioned a perfect Federation rifle but they had to charge it from their energy sources. So the discharge crystal and the emission beam pattern correspond to those you'd find in a Romulan disrupter.
Vagh: The Romulans have no interest in Kriosian independence. The planet is too far from their borders.
Picard: But they do have an interest in driving the Federation and the Empire apart. Our alliance is the only thing that has kept them in check.
Vagh: Romulan replications using stolen Federation technology?
Kell: It's a typical Romulan ploy. An attempt to sow dissension and mistrust. Commander, you've done well. I would thank you on behalf of the Empire.
Vagh: I still have my doubts, Picard. I will want my own technicians to confirm your findings.
Picard: Of course. My staff will give you their full cooperation.
Vagh: You may go.
Riker: Another E-band blip?
Data: Yes, sir. However, the difference in intensity indicates that this one did not originate from the same location as the first.
Riker: If it's changed intensity, it can't possibly be a protostar.
Data: That is a reasonable assumption.
Riker: Is there any known instance of Romulans using E-band communications?
Data: Not to my knowledge, sir.
Riker: Can you track the source?
Data: We can reconfigure the primary sensor array. If we narrow their focus to scan for E-band emissions, we might be able to calculate a directional vector. But only if there are more occurrences.
Riker: Do it.
Laforge: Computer re-route the power flow in the cargo bay four transporter to the auxiliary replicator system.
Computer: Please verify command with necessary protocol.
Laforge: Initiate protocol three six four dash B.
Computer: Verify priority clearance.
Laforge: Recognize La Forge, theta two nine nine seven.
Computer: Acknowledged. Power has been re-routed through auxiliary power distribution system code number four four seven six two.
Laforge: Now, redirect transporter mode to the planetary sensor array.
Computer: Transporter mode has been redirected.
Laforge: Verify that all record of these modifications are being erased from each directory.
Computer: Affirmative. Erasure process is proceeding.
Worf: Sir, we are being hailed by Governor Vagh.
Picard: On screen, Mister Worf. Governor.
Vagh: You astonish me, Picard. Did you seriously believe you would succeed? Do you think we are blind?
Picard: I don't understand.
Vagh: We intercepted the weapons you tried to transport to the surface.
Picard: Governor, I assure you
Vagh: Do not insult us both by denying it. Maintain your position until further notice. Do not attempt to leave orbit.
Worf: Klingon attack cruiser uncloaking, sir.
Picard: On screen.
Worf: Two birds of prey approaching.
Data: Sensors confirm an unauthorized transporter beam at eleven twenty three hours.
Picard: Do you know which transporter was used?
Laforge: I'm not sure, Captain. Whoever did it apparently used the planetary array to bypass the transport sensors.
Riker: What about the transporter logs?
Laforge: They're blank.
Riker: How many people on board are capable of doing this, Geordi?
Laforge: I'm not even sure how it was done yet. As soon as I find out, maybe I can give you an answer. Not many, that's for sure.
Kell: Vagh is fully prepared to fire upon the Enterprise. I have convinced him it would not be wise to take any action without first consulting the High Council.
Riker: How long do we have?
Kell: A few hours at most.
Picard: Mister La Forge, your recommendations?
Laforge: It might be possible to locate the point of origin by tracing power flows at the time of transport.
Picard: Make it so.
Data: The primary plasma system does not indicate a power drain from any of the transporters.
Laforge: Then whoever used the transporter must have bypassed the primary feeds.
Data: Tracking power from secondary systems. No surges to any of the transporters indicated.
Laforge: Damn, who could have pulled this off? Try the life-support power flows.
Data: No abnormal surges indicated.
Laforge: Replicator waveguides? There. That's not a replicator energy pattern. Trace it.
Data: Cargo bay four.
Laforge: La Forge to Worf. Security to cargo bay four.
O'Brien: I've run a level one diagnostic. As far as I can tell, the unit hasn't been tampered with.
Laforge: This has to be the transfer point.
Data: Perhaps the perpetrator reprogrammed the memory chips to erase any record.
O'Brien: You're talking about thirty or forty chips in half a dozen different control systems.
Worf: Which members of the crew could have accomplished that?
Laforge: I think I could have done it, if I put my mind to it. The Chief, Data, Lieutenant Costa, that's about it.
Worf: Procedure requires that I ask each of you where you were at eleven twenty three hours.
O'Brien: I was with Keiko, in the Arboretum.
Data: I was on the Bridge at my station.
Laforge: I was in my quarters.
Worf: Was anyone with you?
Laforge: No, I was alone. Costa was on duty in Engineering. I'm sure he's got twenty witnesses.
Worf: Then there is someone on board who isn't what he or she seems to be.
Laforge: Data, let's do a detailed scan on every chip in this assembly. There's got to be some kind of trail we can follow.
Picard: The isolinear chips were definitely altered?
Laforge: Programmed to erase all operator commands once the transfer was complete.
Kell: But with the chips erased, what evidence remained?
Data: The erasures were complete. However, an analysis of the subatomic structure revealed an almost undetectable residual pattern. In time, we may be able to reconstruct the perpetrator's authorisation code.
Kell: Do you have any idea who's responsible?
Laforge: No, sir. Everyone with the necessary skills also has an alibi, except for me, that is. I was alone in my quarters at the time.
Kell: Then whoever did this must have been specially trained for the task.
Picard: Our forensic team is trying to identify anyone who might have been in cargo bay four today.
Laforge: It's not going to be easy. There were a lot of people in and out of there.
Riker: Riker to Data.
Data: Yes, Commander.
Riker: Sensors have picked up another E-band emission.
Data: Acknowledged, I will be there shortly.
Kell: E-band emission?
Data: We have been picking up a curious intermittent blip. Commander Riker has speculated that it may be a Romulan transmission. I am attempting to track its source.
Picard: Proceed. Thank you, Mister La Forge.
Kell: We do not have much time, Picard. Vagh is not known for his patience.
Picard: Assure him that we are doing everything possible. And, advise him that if necessary I will defend my ship.
Kell: With your permission, I will transport down to the planet.
Picard: Of course.
Kell: May I suggest that you issue an invitation to Vagh, to personally witness your continuing investigation.
Picard: Do you think he will come?
Kell: I will do everything in my power to see that he does. Qapla', Picard.
Picard: Qapla', Ambassador.
Kell: Come in, Mister La Forge.
Kell: The investigation is moving faster than we expected. You are in danger of being exposed. I will transport to the surface. When I return, I'll have Governor Vagh with me. Your Captain and I will bring him to the cargo bay. I want you to kill him there, in front of many witnesses. Use a hand phaser. When he is dead, you will claim that you acted on behalf of Starfleet, in support of Kriosian independence.
Laforge: I understand.
Laforge: La Forge to O'Brien. O'Brien?
O'Brien: Go ahead, Commander, what can I do for you?
Laforge: Nothing. Chief, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm sorry.
Laforge: Hiya, Doc.
Crusher: Geordi, hi. What can I do for you?
Laforge: Well, I just can't seem to get any sleep. I was hoping you could give me something.
Crusher: Sit down. Let's take a look. You couldn't sleep at all?
Laforge: I was restless. I kept waking up.
Crusher: Would you take off your visor, please?
Laforge: Sure.
Crusher: Is there something on your mind?
Laforge: No, I don't think so.
Crusher: Well, everybody goes through these occasional bouts of insomnia. There's probably nothing to worry about. Let's just make sure there's nothing physically wrong. There's a minor vascular irregularity in the visual cortex. A slight dilation of the blood vessels. It's nothing serious. What about your visor? Has it been giving you any problems lately?
Laforge: Nothing out of the ordinary.
Crusher: All the same, it might be a good idea to have it examined when we get to Starbase thirty six next month.
Laforge: Okay.
Crusher: In the meantime, I will get you a somnetic inducer to put by your bed. It'll help you to sleep.
Laforge: Thanks, Doc. I'm sure I'll be fine.
Picard: Energize.
Picard: Governor Vagh, thank you for coming.
Vagh: You can thank Ambassador Kell. I am here against my better judgment.
Kell: Captain, I think the first thing the Governor should see is the investigation underway in the cargo bay.
Picard: Of course.
Riker: From inside the Enterprise? You're sure?
Data: The first and third E-band blips were clearly generated on board the ship. The second came from the planet surface.
Riker: Generated by what?
Data: Unknown, sir.
Riker: Mister Data, we have a known spy on board and now we have unexplained signals on board. I think it's reasonable to assume that they're related somehow, wouldn't you?
Data: One could speculate that the E-band is being used for some form of covert communication.
Riker: We need more than speculation, Mister Data. We need to know who, what, where, when and why, or we may be going to war.
Data: Yes, sir. Computer, run an analysis of all known Romulan transmission formats, all bands, Identify any commonalities with displayed waveform.
Computer: No commonalities noted.
Data: Does this waveform match that of any known communication format?
Computer: Negative.
Data: Broaden search pattern beyond communications. Does the waveform displayed conform to any natural phenomena, cryptographic formats or lifeform EM emissions?
Computer: The signal corresponds to a delta compressed wavelength spectrum similar to human neural frequencies.
Data: As in a human brainwave pattern?
Computer: Affirmative.
Data: What kind of receiver would be capable of processing these signals?
Computer: A system designed to modify the electromagnetic spectrum and carry those messages directly to the human brain.
Data: Computer, link with the shuttle's onboard system. Access the isolinear storage assembly. Scan all chips which contain mission logs. Note any diskrepancies.
Computer: No diskrepancies noted.
Data: Perform a level 5 diagnostic on the shuttle's power and navigational systems.
Computer: The components specified are all within normal tolerances.
O'Brien: My technicians have examined all of the ship's transporters, sir. I can assure you, this is the only unit that has been tampered with.
Data: Computer, scan the shuttle's structural integrity.
Computer: Sub-microscopic deformations are present in the nose section and aft thrusters.
Data: Probable cause of these variations?
Computer: The shuttle has been subjected to stress consistent with a tractor beam.
Picard: All our transporter containers have a slight impurity in the structural alloys which allows us to trace our material.
O'Brien: Commander La Forge?
Laforge: What can I do for you, Chief?
O'Brien: Could you take a look at the pattern buffers? Considering what's happened, I'm not sure the control systems are reliable.
Laforge: Sure. Sure, let's take a look.
Data: Computer, I am reading anomalous variations in the molecular structure of these memory chips. Please confirm.
Computer: Analysis confirmed.
Data: Probable cause?
Computer: Replication.
Data: Compare these variations with established Romulan replication patterns.
Computer: The patterns are identical.
Laforge: Maybe we should run a level one diagnostic on those phase transition coils.
O'Brien: Right, Commander.
Data: Data to La Forge.
Data: Report, please. Geordi.
Data: Please respond.
Data: Computer, current location of Commander La Forge?
Computer: Cargo bay four.
Data: Data to Lieutenant Worf.
Data: Priority One.
Worf: Go ahead.
Data: Take Commander La Forge into custody immediately.
Worf: Sir?
Data: That is an order.
Picard: DNA samples by tracing biochemical signatures, we'll be able to determine who has been in this bay recently.
Vagh: But how will it be possible to prove which one was responsible?
Vagh: Q'ac ken ta'vak!
Worf: La Forge!
Picard: Mister Worf, get him out of here.
Vagh: Arming our enemies is not enough. Now the Federation would murder me to achieve its aims.
Picard: Governor, if I could explain this I would.
Data: I believe I can help, Captain. I have been able to determine that Commander La Forge was abducted by Romulans en route to Risa. It is likely that he was somehow forced to take part in the plot to assassinate Governor Vagh.
Kell: I saw no evidence of Romulans. We just witnessed him acting very much alone.
Data: No, sir, you did not. I do not believe the Commander is acting of his own accord. He has been receiving E-band signals through his visor. Signals which are carrying direct commands to his brain. I have surmised that Commander La Forge was conditioned by Romulans, a process referred to historically, and somewhat inaccurately, as brainwashing.
Vagh: But to what end? Why would the Romulans want to kill me?
Picard: The Romulans have always wanted to destroy the alliance between the Federation and the Klingons. If Mister La Forge had killed you, Governor, I think you would agree, they might have succeeded.
Kell: Who sent these signals? A cloaked Romulan ship?
Data: No, sir. That is not possible. The signals had to be transmitted within close proximity to the visor.
Picard: Are you suggesting there was a Romulan accomplice in close proximity to La Forge when he was receiving the signals?
Data: Yes, sir, I am.
Vagh: This Romulan accomplice, who is he?
Data: I have narrowed the list of possibilities to two people. The only two people who were with Commander La Forge all three times a transmission was recorded. Captain Picard and Ambassador Kell. One of them may be concealing an E-band transmitter. If they would agree to be searched
Kell: I am a Klingon. An emissary of the High Council. I will not be submit to being searched by you or anyone else on this ship.
Vagh: I am forced to agree, Captain. We will take the Ambassador with us and search him ourselves.
Kell: Captain, I believe it to be in all best interests if I remain on board. I formally request asylum.
Picard: I will certainly grant you asylum, when you have been absolved of this crime.
Vagh: Gurt'ank te'la.
Laforge: But I remember everything! Like, there was this one night at dinner, we had this Andorian waiter, he couldn't get our orders right. It did happen. I remember being on Risa.
Troi: I know you do. Just take that memory and put it aside for a moment, and tell me everything you remember about the shuttlecraft trip after you left the Enterprise.
Laforge: Well, I was just trying to get in the mood. I played some music, I talked to the computer. You know what it's like on a long trip.
Troi: And when you saw the Romulan ship, did you try calling for help?
Laforge: No, the first thing I did. Wait a minute, that's. But that's
Troi: It'll take time, Geordi. A long time. But we will reconstruct your memory. Together.
Laforge: I'm just not sure about anything.
Troi: Believe it or not, that's a good sign. A beginning. Now, let's go back to the shuttlecraft. There was a Romulan ship and the first thing you did was?


Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44932.3 The Enterprise is preparing to enter the Mar Oscura, an unexplored dark matter nebula. Commander Data is modifying several new photon torpedoes for an experiment designed to elicit more information about this unusual phenomenon.
Data: The initial dispersal pattern should not be more than seven kilometers in diameter. Jenna?
Jenna: Oh, er, six point eight kilometers.
Data: That should suffice. Is there something occupying your thoughts, Jenna? You seem somewhat subdued today.
Jenna: I bumped into Jeff again in the turbolift this morning. He asked me to dinner.
Data: What was your response?
Jenna: I told him I'd think about it.
Data: As you requested, I will now remind you of the reasons you decided to end your relationship with Jeff.
Jenna: I guess I asked for this. Go ahead.
Data: You objected to the fact that he seemed unwilling to set aside sufficient time for you. You said he was unresponsive, that he never did the little things. You disliked the sound he made when he ate his soup.
Jenna: Okay, okay. I remember.
Data: This is the third time I have refreshed your memory. Do you wish to rescind our agreement?
Jenna: No. No, it's for my own good. It's just so easy to forget. Hand me the sequencer.
Data: Throughout history, many lovers have suffered the same difficulty. Anne Boleyn was quite distressed that Henry the Eighth preferred the company of his huntsmen over that of his wife.
Jenna: Since when did you develop an interest in romantic historical figures?
Data: Six weeks ago, when you and Jeff dissolved your relationship, I saw an excellent opportunity to study that aspect of human intimacy. As your friend, it is my responsibility to be supportive in times of need.
Jenna: That's very sweet, Data.
Data: Data to Bridge. We are ready
Data: To begin the first illumination test.
Riker: Acknowledged. All science stations, stand by. We're about to light up the nebula. Mister Worf?
Worf: Launch bay one shows ready, Commander.
Riker: Fire torpedo.
Jenna: It's beautiful. Like watching fireworks when I was a little girl.
O'Brien: That was wonderful.
Keiko: Thank you.
Miles: Really wonderful.
Data: Is anything wrong?
Jenna: My tempo was way off. I felt like I was rushing through the whole piece.
Data: I do not believe that is so. Your rhythmic control has improved markedly. I heard no fluctuations during the performance.
Jenna: Well, maybe, but I ruined the coda. I got confused with the phrasing again. I kept breathing at the wrong times.
Data: The contrapuntal nature of the composition is most demanding. We will give more attention to the rhythmic patterns at our next rehearsal. However, I am quite certain the audience was oblivious to such nuances. They seemed to enjoy the performance thoroughly.
Jenna: Thank you, Data. You're very generous.
Keiko: Every night, Miles leaves his socks on the floor. When we got married, I made the mistake of picking them up a few times. Then I realized, if I kept it up I'd be doing it the rest of my life. So I stopped, figuring he'd get the point and do it himself. One night goes by, two, a week, ten days. By now there's a pile of socks half a meter high.
O'Brien: Come on, it wasn't half a meter.
Keiko: After two weeks I couldn't stand it any more. I bundled them up and put them in the cleaning processor. And I'm still doing it.
O'Brien: And a very good job she does of it, too.
Jenna: Keiko, you sound just like Data. He came over to my quarters the other day to give me a music lesson, and he said the funniest thing. How did you put it, about the mess?
Data: I believe I observed that you seem to have an aversion to orderliness. But it was not intended as a humorous remark.
Jenna: So, before we started, he gallantly offered to help me straighten up.
Data: And a very good job of it I did of it, too.
Picard: Report, Mister Data.
Data: I am nearly finished compiling readings from our most recent illuminatory burst. Dark matter density is nearly one order of magnitude higher than in similar nebulae. Life forms here may have developed in ways never before observed.
Riker: Interesting hypothesis. Are there any M-class planets we could check out?
Data: Several, sir. The nearest is approximately three light hours from our present position.
Picard: It's worth a look. We'll continue our survey along the way.
Crusher: Let's increase the flow rate and see if that helps.
Jenna: Sometimes in the summer we'd go on cookouts. Just my little brother and me, and mother. She was hopeless without a replicator. We didn't care.
Data: Children often do not develop diskerning palettes until well beyond adolescence.
Jenna: It's wasn't that. It's just that we felt so good being together, you know, as a family. We didn't have much of that after my father died. so those times were really special. I wish we were back there now, you and I.
Data: The unidirectional nature of the time continuum makes that an unlikely possibility.
Jenna: That what I love about you, Data. You make me laugh. I don't know why I keep falling for the wrong man. Why can't I fall for somebody like you. You're perfect.
Data: That is not true. I have no human feelings.
Jenna: But you give me so much. You spend time with me when I was lonely, you encouraged me when I'm down. No man has ever been kinder to me. Those are the things that matter. I'd better be going. With your permission, Commander.
Data: Permission granted.
Jenna: I don't know if you're aware of this, but you're very handsome.
Jenna: I'll see you tomorrow.
Guinan: Hello, Data. Would you like to try something new? It's a concoction I heard about on Prakal Two. I think it's wonderful but I need a second opinion.
Data: Eighty seven percent Saurian Brandy. Targ milk and Danisian mead comprise the rest. There is an unusually high concentration of fructose compounds and monosaccharides.
Guinan: Too sweet? Data, if I didn't know you better, I would say you were a little preoccupied.
Data: Lieutenant D'Sora just gave me what could be considered a very passionate kiss in the torpedo bay.
Guinan: Really? And?
Data: I was intrigued. Jenna seemed to be displaying genuine affection for me.
Guinan: Well, what do you think of her, Data?
Data: I find her to be a competent officer. Highly motivated, though somewhat lacking in her understanding of the theory underlying the dilithium matrix application.
Guinan: I meant personally?
Data: I look forward to the time we spend together.
Guinan: Well, then it seems the next move is yours. What are you going to do?
Data: I do not know. I have no experience in such matters. I require advice.
Guinan: Don't look at me. No, no, Data, I simply mean that I can't give you any advice here. It's not good to advise people about their first love affairs. That's kind of something they have to figure out for themselves.
Data: But I am not capable of love.
Guinan: Then it's going to be a very unique experience.
Laforge: Data. Missing someone? I found Spot wandering through the corridor two sections away.
Data: Thank you.
Laforge: Forget to secure the door when you left?
Data: The door sensor is programmed to recognize only humanoid forms for entry and egress. Spot could not have triggered the mechanism.
Laforge: Maybe someone came in while you were away, let him out by accident. Has anything been disturbed?
Data: It does not appear so. Computer, has anyone been in my quarters in the last twelve hours other than Commander La Forge and myself?
Computer: Negative.
Laforge: That's really strange. You know, to be on the safe side maybe I should report a possible unauthorized entry to Security.
Data: Geordi, may I ask your advice in a personal matter?
Laforge: Sure, Data.
Data: Should I pursue a relationship with Lieutenant D'Sora?
Laforge: I thought she and Jeff Arton
Data: They have discontinued their association. She has made the first move in initiating a relationship with me. What should I do?
Laforge: She's just coming out of a bad situation. You know, sometimes it takes people a while, Data, but then, if they jump right into another relationship, you see, that can be trouble, unless, of course, she's really ready, and then I guess it depends on whether or not you're really serious. This can be a little complicated. Listen, my advice is ask somebody else for advice. At least someone who's got more experience at giving advice.
Troi: I think you should be careful. This isn't just some experiment you're running, Data. Jenna is a living, breathing person with needs and feelings that have to be considered.
Data: Then you do not believe I should pursue this any further.
Troi: I didn't say that. I just want you to be aware that this is unlike any other more casual relationship that you've attempted.
Data: I have studied much human literature on the subject of love and romantic liaisons. There are many role models for me to emulate.
Troi: Ultimately, Jenna will care for you for what you are, not what you imitate out of a book.
Data: My programming may be inadequate to the task.
Troi: We're all more than the sum of our parts, Data. You'll have to be more than the sum of your programming.
Worf: Klingons do not pursue relationships. They conquer that which they desire. However, Lieutenant D'Sora serves under my command. If she were mistreated, I would be very displeased, sir.
Data: I understand.
Riker: I think you should pursue it. First of all, she's a beautiful woman. She seems to be crazy about you.
Data: Jenna has clearly demonstrated how she feels about me, but I am not capable of returning those feelings.
Riker: Data, when you get involved with another person, there are always risks of disappointment, of getting hurt.
Data: I cannot be hurt. But she can.
Riker: Jenna knows that and she has obviously decided to take the chance. Data, when it really works between two people, it's not like anything you've ever experienced. The rewards are far beyond simple friendship.
Data: How far, sir?
Riker: That's what I'm hoping you're going to find out.
Data: Thank you, Commander.
Data: Captain, I am seeking advice in how
Picard: Yes, I've heard, Data, and I would be delighted to offer any advice I can on understanding women. When as I have some, I'll let you know. Second Officer's personal log, stardate 44935.6. After conferring with my colleagues regarding the nature of romantic love in general, and my own situation in particular, I have reached a decision.
Jenna: They're lovely. Come in. What are they?
Data: A variety of crystilia. Their fragrance is an evolutionary response to the acrid nature of the atmosphere on Telemarius Four.
Jenna: You silver-tongued devil. Why don't I find a place to put these. Which won't be that easy. Ah.
Data: It seems your quarters have reverted to their earlier state of disorder.
Jenna: I know. I'm hopeless. There. They're beautiful, Data. It's really sweet of you.
Data: Commander Riker suggested this particular flower. He said it had worked for him in the past.
Jenna: You didn't talk to the entire ship about us.
Data: No. In actuality, less than one percent of the Enterprise crew was involved. It was necessary to balance theory with experiential referents. Both are required for a program of this nature. Computer, decrease illumination level by one third standard lux.
Jenna: This is all part of a program?
Data: Yes. One which I have just created for romantic relationships.
Jenna: So I'm just a small variable in one of your new computational environments?
Data: You are much more than that, Jenna. I have written a subroutine specifically for you. A program within the program. I have devoted a considerable share of my internal resources to its development.
Jenna: Data, that's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me.
Picard: Estimated time of arrival, Mister Data?
Data: We will reach the class M planet in approximately eleven hours, sir.
Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One.
Picard: Picard to Lieutenant Worf.
Worf: Yes, Captain.
Picard: Would you step into my Ready room, please. And bring a tricorder with you.
Worf: Aye, Captain.
Worf: Captain?
Picard: What do you make of this?
Worf: I am puzzled, sir.
Picard: So am I, Mister Worf.
Worf: Captain, the only detectable bioelectric residuals are your own. You did not
Picard: No. I did not. Perhaps we have a poltergeist.
Worf: Sir?
Picard: A mischievous spirit.
Worf: Sir.
Picard: Perhaps not.
Worf: I cannot explain how an intruder entered this room, but I recommend we go to Red Alert.
Picard: Not yet.
Worf: Then I will order one of my officers to stand watch. Worf to Ensign
Picard: That's alright, Mister Worf. I think, for now, circumstances warrant caution, nothing more.
Worf: As you wish, Captain.
Data: Enter.
Jenna: I know it's a little unexpected.
Data: You are correct. I did not anticipate your arrival until nineteen hundred hours.
Jenna: I couldn't wait. I wanted you to have this.
Data: You have often expressed dissatisfaction with the spartan nature of my quarters. Is this an attempt at embellishment?
Jenna: The cat's out of the bag.
Data: Spot?
Jenna: No, I mean you've caught me in the act. I'm just trying to brighten things up around here. It's Tyrinean. What do you think?
Data: Its line is both fluid and formal, yet retains an unpremeditated quality. The tactility of its surface embellishment is evocative of the neo-primitive period in Tyrinean blade carving.
Jenna: I hadn't thought of it that way. I'm sorry. Don't let me interrupt.
Data: As you wish.
Jenna: Data?
Data: Yes?
Jenna: The Book of Love, chapter four, paragraph seventeen: When your girlfriend arrives with a gift, stop whatever it is you're doing, and give her your undivided attention.
Data: I should not have resumed my painting?
Jenna: No.
Data: Despite your suggestion that I continue?
Jenna: Exactly.
Data: I have much to learn.
Jenna: Why don't we start with this. A critical analysis isn't necessarily the best response to a gift.
Data: Perhaps if I looked for a suitable place to display it?
Jenna: Much better.
Data: The ambient light in this location accentuates its contours. However, a gift should not necessarily be placed according to esthetic criteria. A more central location will carry added meaning.
Jenna: Data, what's important is that you're trying. You don't know how much that means to me. Why don't you go back to your painting? Oh, I really mean it this time. I'll see you tonight.
Riker: Riker to Captain Picard. I think you'd better come out here, sir.
Picard: Acknowledged.
Riker: We've reached the designated coordinates, but the M-class planet, it's gone.
Picard: Are you sure there was no malfunction in the sensors?
Data: The lateral EM scanners register radiation levels indicative of a class-M planet. Sir.
Picard: Mister Data, run a full systems diagnostic.
Computer: Warning. Atmospheric decompression in Bridge Observation Lounge. Environmental compensation sequence has been initiated.
Worf: I am not registering a hull breach.
Picard: Scan for lifeforms.
Worf: None, sir.
Data: Captain. Standard air pressure has been reestablished in the Observation lounge.
Picard: Let's have a look. Mister Data?
Worf: Captain.
Worf: I do not understand.
Riker: Are you picking anything up, Data?
Data: I detect no unusual readings along standard parameters. Curious. The transparent aluminum alloy of this window is exhibiting a pattern of transient electrical currents.
Picard: Explanation?
Data: I have none. The rate is characteristic of a subspace distortion, but I am picking up no evidence of a subspace field.
Picard: We'll hold position while we seek an explanation for these anomalies. Let's divert all our resources to that end.
Data: Honey? I'm home.
Jenna: Hi.
Data: Hi.
Jenna: Any luck with your diagnostic?
Data: Negative. We found no malfunctions.
Jenna: We did a full security sweep. Nothing.
Data: May I get you a drink, dear?
Jenna: Well, yes. I'll have a Calaman Sherry.
Data: Excellent choice. I'll join you. Computer, two Calaman sherries. Would you care for some dinner as well?
Jenna: I'm too tired to think about what I want. Maybe later.
Data: Whatever you wish, dear. There we are.
Data: Darling, you remain as esthetically pleasing as the first day we met. I believe I am the most fortunate sentient in this sector of the galaxy. Now, you relax. Put your feet up and I will take care of everything.
Data: I could organize your closets for you. I have found that by grouping apparel first by function, and then by color from light to dark, one can more easily find one's desired choice.
Jenna: Data, that's all right. You don't have to do that.
Data: But I am happy to do it.
Jenna: Please, just put them down.
Data: What do you wish me to do, dear? Am I not paying enough attention to you?
Jenna: Oh, no, that's not it.
Data: Perhaps I am not giving you enough compliments? Your hair is looking particularly silky tonight.
Jenna: Data, there's just something strange about the way you're acting.
Data: Am I not behaving as a solicitous mate?
Jenna: Well, yes, but.
Data: Tending to your every need?
Jenna: What's wrong with you tonight?
Data: My most recent self-diagnostic revealed no malfunctions. Perhaps there is something wrong with you.
Jenna: I've never seen you behave so foolishly. Why are you doing this?
Data: You don't tell me how to behave. You're not my mother.
Jenna: What?
Data: You are not my mother. That is the appropriate response for your statement that I am behaving foolishly.
Jenna: Data, I think you should just leave.
Data: You do not wish to continue our lovers quarrel?
Jenna: Is that what this is?
Data: In my study of interpersonal dynamics, I have found that conflict followed by emotional release often strengthens the connection between two people.
Jenna: But there's something so forced and artificial about the way you're doing it, Data. It's just not the real you.
Data: With regard to romantic relationships, there is no real me. I am drawing upon various cultural and literary sources to help define my role.
Jenna: Kiss me.
Jenna: What were you just thinking?
Data: In that particular moment, I was reconfiguring the warp field parameters, analyzing the collected works of Charles Dickens, calculating the maximum pressure I could safely apply to your lips, considering a new food supplement for Spot.
Jenna: I'm glad I was in there somewhere.
Riker: A complete sensor scan of the planet and three survey probes turned up no surprises. No signs of life, nothing out of the ordinary.
Worf: Seven more unusual incidents have been reported. No casualties or damage.
Data: We can only state that a subspace effect seems to exist within this nebula. After I have made further analysis, I may be able to adjust the ship's sensors to locate and identify the anomaly.
Riker: The ship is at risk as long as we're sitting here. We could continue the investigation outside the nebula.
Picard: Agreed. Ensign McKnight, plot the most direct course, ahead warp one.
Mcknight: Aye, air.
Picard: Engage.
Data: Captain.
Worf: Captain! Explosive decompression on deck thirty seven.
Riker: Bridge to La Forge. Damage report.
Laforge: We're showing damage between decks. We haven't localized it yet.
Laforge: Thorne, are you all right?
Thorne: Yes, sir.
Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. A cryogenic control conduit just blew out on us.
Laforge: I almost lost a man.
Picard: Ensign, full stop.
Mcknight: Aye, sir.
Laforge: La Forge to Bridge
Picard: Go ahead, Commander.
Laforge: I think we have some structural damage between decks thirty six and thirty seven. I'd better go check it out.
Laforge: Van Mayter, you take access tube twenty three M and look at the bridge connectors. Thorne, I'll cover the aft section. You go down
Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. This series of unexplained events has now resulted in the death of a crewmember, but it appears that Mister Data may have an explanation.
Data: During the last occurrence, I was able to confirm one of my hypotheses. The unusual preponderance of dark matter in this nebula is causing small gaps in the fabric of normal space. As the Enterprise moves through this nebula, it is colliding with these deformations.
Laforge: So every time we hit one, part of the ship momentarily phases out of normal space.
Data: Or when one of them hits us. My readings suggest that the deformations themselves are in motion.
Riker: It's a good thing one of these pockets didn't pass through a photon torpedo casing or the matter-antimatter containment pods.
Picard: The question is, how do we get out? Mister Data, could you reconfigure the sensors to detect these anomalies?
Data: Yes, sir, but only at extremely close range. Even at minimal speed, it would be almost impossible to maneuver the Enterprise quickly enough to avoid them.
Worf: A shuttlecraft is more maneuverable.
Riker: He's right. If we could position the shuttlecraft far enough in front of the Enterprise, it could detect the pockets and allow us enough time to maneuver out of the way.
Laforge: We could give the shuttle control of our navigational systems. That way, the corresponding maneuvers would be virtually instantaneous.
Picard: Make it so.
Riker: I'll do my pre-flight once I'm on board.
Picard: Not this time, Will. I want you on the Bridge.
Riker: Sir?
Picard: I'm going to pilot the shuttle.
Riker: Captain, it's my duty as First Officer to safeguard the lives on this ship, including yours. The Enterprise can't afford to lose you, sir. Certainly not in this situation.
Picard: I believe our best chance of escaping this situation is for me to pilot the shuttle. It's my ship, Will. I've got to do this.
Riker: Sir.
Picard: Shuttle three to Enterprise. Telemetry link enabled.
Data: Ship's computer is accepting navigational inputs from the shuttle.
Picard: Forward sensors are online. Ensign McKnight, plot a course for the shortest distance out of the nebula.
Mcknight: Plot laid in, sir.
Mcknight: Outer perimeter at thirty two million kilometers.
Picard: Point one impulse, Number One.
Riker: Acknowledged, Captain. We're right behind you. Riker to O'Brien, lock on to the Captain's communicator.
Riker: I want to be able to pull him out of there in case we have to.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Picard: Changing course new heading two nine nine mark zero two nine.
Data: Main coupling is matching navigational inputs, Captain.
Mcknight: New heading confirmed.
Picard: I missed it by less than a thousand meters, Enterprise. Advise your status.
Worf: Sensors indicate deformation passing five hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Riker: One down, Captain
Picard: Resuming previous course.
Mcknight: Confirmed. Outer perimeter now at thirty point one million kilometers.
Picard: Changing course. Heading zero seven three, mark two eight eight.
Picard: New heading. two eight four mark zero one three.
Picard: Enterprise, I'm losing maneuverability.
Laforge: Sensors indicate
Laforge: Damage to the shuttle's starboard impulse nacelle, Captain.
Picard: I'm re-routing the secondary deuterium supply. Switching to manual control.
Data: Transceiver signal is down forty two percent. Navigational inputs are not registering.
Riker: We've lost our link, Captain.
Picard: You'll have to make course changes manually until we re-establish the connection.
Riker: Understood. Mister Data, get us back online. Geordi, try boosting the power to the LU bands. McKnight, increase the distance between the Enterprise and the shuttle. We're going to need some more room to make manual adjustments.
Picard: New heading two nine nine mark one eight.
Mcknight: Yes, sir, I've got it. Course corrected.
Picard: Enterprise, hard starboard!
Mcknight: Aye, sir.
Worf: Deformation impact on deck fifteen, science section.
Riker: Damage?
Worf: Reports coming in. Minimal damage.
Picard: Mister La Forge, I am still having difficulty controlling the shuttlecraft.
Laforge: Aye, sir.
Laforge: Your krellide storage cells are losing their charge. Maintaining manual control is going to become increasingly difficult.
Picard: Estimated distance to the nebula's perimeter?
Data: Four point seven million kilometers, sir.
Picard: Is there a way to transfer the microfusion thrusters so I can get a power boost?
Data: Possibly. If you augment the thruster sequencing so that the inertial dampening fields
Picard: Bearing two seven, make that two eight five, mark two five five!
Data: Commander, the shuttle is out of control.
Riker: Mister O'Brien do you have the Captain's signal?
O'Brien: I'm having trouble locking on, sir.
Data: Sir, the shuttle's inertial dampeners have failed. It is breaking up.
Riker: Let's get him out of there.
Picard: Now would be a good time, Mister O'Brien.
Riker: Did we get him back?
O'Brien: Aye, sir, we got him.
Picard: I'm a little dizzy, Number One, but none the worse. I'm on my way.
Riker: Acknowledged, sir.
Data: Commander, we are nearing the perimeter. One million kilometers away.
Riker: All right, let's make a run for it.
Mcknight: Aye, sir.
Riker: We're clear of the nebula, sir.
Picard: Ensign, plot a course for Starbase two sixty, warp two.
Mcknight: Aye, sir.
Picard: Engage.
Data: Enter.
Jenna: Hi.
Data: Hi.
Jenna: The place looks great.
Data: Thank you. It is much less Spartan, is it not?
Jenna: Much less. It looks great, it really does. It looks great.
Data: Jenna, you are repeating yourself. I have often found this to be indicative of mental distraction. Is that a correct assumption in this instance?
Jenna: I'm afraid it is.
Data: Then perhaps we should begin our meal. Among humans, a low serum glucose level is often responsible for
Jenna: Data, I think we should talk. Could you sit down? I'm not sure how to begin.
Data: What is the subject?
Jenna: You and I. Our relationship.
Data: Yes?
Jenna: Data, sometimes people blindly make the same mistake again and again.
Data: Are you currently experiencing this phenomenon?
Jenna: I didn't see it until today. I got out of a relationship with an unemotional man, and I got right back into another, with a man who is absolutely incapable of emotion.
Data: There does appear to be a recurring motif.
Jenna: You were so kind and attentive. I thought that would be enough.
Data: It is not?
Jenna: No, it's not. Because as close as we are, I don't really matter to you. Not really. Nothing I can say or do will ever make you happy or sad, or touch you in any way.
Data: That is a valid projection. It is apparent that my reach has exceeded my grasp in this particular area. I am perhaps not nearly so human as I aspire to become. If you are ready to eat, I will bring our meal.
Jenna: No, that's alright, Data. I'd better go now.
Data: As you wish. Jenna. Are we no longer a couple?
Jenna: No, we're not.
Data: Then I will delete the appropriate program.
Jenna: I'll see you later.
Data: Hello, Spot.


Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44995.3. We're en route to the Klingon home world, where I will participate in the installlation ceremony of Gowron, the next designated Leader of the High Council. This visit should also provide an opportunity for one of my officers to correct a grave injustice.
Worf: Enter.
Picard: Am I intruding?
Worf: No, sir. My apologies, Captain. I can be back in uniform
Picard: No, that won't be necessary, Mister Worf. I'm not here as your captain. I'm here as the man who stood with you before the High Council. Your cha'DIch. We will arrive at your home world in less than a day.
Worf: It is not time yet.
Picard: That doesn't sound like the man who came to me a year ago fiercely determined to return home and to clear his father's name or die trying. Isn't it time to confront the Council? To regain your family name? Let the truth be known?
Worf: I have been told that patience is sometimes a more effective weapon than the sword.
Picard: Patience is a human virtue, one which I am glad to see you've taken to heart. But doesn't this situation require a more Klingon response? Your discommendation is a facade to protect less honorable men. It is a lie. Lies must be challenged.
Worf: I have grown weary of bearing this dishonor.
Riker: Riker to Picard.
Picard: Go ahead, Number One.
Riker: We've been intercepted by the Klingon vessel Bortas.
Riker: They claim to be our escort.
Worf: No escort was scheduled.
Riker: The Bortas is standing by, Captain.
Picard: On screen. Gowron. This is an unexpected pleasure.
Gowron: I must speak with you, Picard. We will have to move quickly if we are to be successful.
Picard: Successful?
Gowron: Yes. In preventing a Klingon civil war.
Gowron: The family of Duras is massing support. They have many allies on the Council.
Picard: Duras died in disgrace. By Klingon tradition, his family should share that disgrace.
Gowron: Their corruption has poisoned the Empire. Honor will soon have no meaning.
Picard: And who speaks for his family now?
Gowron: Lursa and B'Etor, the sisters of Duras.
Picard: And they would claim the leadership of the Council?
Gowron: Women may not serve on the Council.
Picard: Then how
Gowron: I don't know. But they are plotting something. They have secured the loyalty of at least three fleet commanders. Lursa and B'Etor are feared, and fear is power.
Picard: I do not see what I can do to assist.
Gowron: You were first chosen as Arbiter of Succession because no Klingon could be trusted. You accepted this duty and you must see it through to the end. You must ensure my installlation.
Picard: That is beyond my purview.
Gowron: You will not support me?
Picard: I will not step outside the traditional role of the Arbiter.
Gowron: And if they attempt to block my installlation?
Picard: Then I can only assure you that I will deal with any challenge according to Klingon law.
Gowron: I fear that will not be enough.
Picard: Mister Worf, would you escort our guest to the transporter room?
Picard: Begin monitoring Romulan activity along the Neutral Zone, Mister Data. Have the outpost stations send us their tactical reports.
Data: Aye, sir.
Picard: The Duras family are preparing to move against Gowron.
Riker: Backed by Romulans?
Picard: I don't know. But there is too much history between the Duras and the Romulans to discount the possibility.
Worf: Dismissed.
Worf: I would speak with you.
Gowron: I do not hear the words of traitors.
Worf: I am not a traitor.
Gowron: You admitted your guilt before the Council.
Worf: I accepted discommendation to protect the Empire.
Gowron: Protect it? How?
Worf: It was Duras' father who betrayed our people to the Romulans at Khitomer, not mine.
Gowron: Duras? There is proof of this?
Worf: There is.
Gowron: Why would you accept dishonor to protect Duras?
Worf: His family was too powerful. To expose him would have split the Empire. Instead, the Council chose to blame my father.
Gowron: The Council knew?
Worf: I believe you to be a man of honor, Gowron. I ask you, restore my family name.
Gowron: Worf, you killed Duras. I consider that no small favor. But what you ask is impossible.
Worf: But after your installlation
Gowron: The grasp of Duras reaches out from the grave. Much of the Council is still loyal to his family. I must have the Council's support to survive. I cannot expose their treachery. You chose to accept this disgrace for the good of the Empire. Now you must live with your decision, like a Klingon.
Worf: Guinan?
Guinan: It's a little quiet down in Ten Forward, so I thought I'd get off a little target practice. Do you mind if I join you?
Worf: You? Practice?
Guinan: I like to keep my eye sharp.
Worf: I practice at level fourteen.
Guinan: Guess I could come down to that level for a while. Begin program.
Guinan: You know, I had a bet with the Captain that I could make you laugh before you became Lieutenant Commander.
Worf: Not a good bet today.
Guinan: I've seen you laugh. I like it.
Worf: Klingons do not laugh.
Guinan: Oh yes they do. Absolutely they do. You don't. But I've heard some Klingon belly laughs that would curl your hair.
Guinan: Your son laughs. He's a Klingon.
Worf: He is a child and part human.
Guinan: That's right. And you're not, you're full Klingon except you don't laugh.
Worf: I do not laugh because I do not feel like laughing.
Guinan: Other Klingons feel like laughing. What does that say about you?
Worf: Perhaps it says that I do not feel like other Klingons.
Computer: Program complete.
Guinan: Good game. Don't feel bad. I was doing this long before you were born. So how is he? Your son.
Worf: He is having difficulty adjusting to life on Earth.
Guinan: I can see where it might be hard for the little guy. Living with humans, being Klingon. Could be very confusing.
Worf: It will not be easy for him.
Guinan: No, it won't. But at some point he's going to want to know what it's like to really be a Klingon. Just as you're learning.
Picard: Come.
Worf: Captain, I request a leave of absence.
Picard: Mister Worf, request granted.
Worf: Thank you, sir.
Picard: Lieutenant. Qapla!
Picard: And good luck. Lieutenant Worf, personal log, stardate 44996.1. I have located the Klingon ship on which my brother Kurn serves as captain, and have arranged to join him.
Kurn: It has been too long, my brother.
Worf: Too long. We have much to discuss. I have asked Gowron to restore our family honor. He has refused.
Kurn: Gowron will not live to see the day he leads the Council.
Worf: What do you mean?
Kurn: He stands alone, surrounded by his enemies. Lursa and B'Etor will have him killed. And if they don't, I will.
Worf: You will?
Kurn: Gowron is weak. The family of Duras must never be allowed to lead the Council. Our leaders have failed us. They no longer deserve our loyalty. It is time to sweep away the old Council and put a new one in its place.
Worf: How can this be done?
Kurn: I already have the support of four squadron commanders in key strategic sectors. When the time comes, they will follow me. Join us, Worf, and we will usher in a new era and regain our family name.
Worf: No.
Kurn: What?
Worf: Gowron has completed the Rite of Succession. It is our duty to support him.
Kurn: Gowron spits in your face when you ask him to give back what is rightfully ours and you would support him?
Worf: We cannot regain honor by acting dishonorably.
Kurn: I will not support Gowron.
Worf: I am the elder brother, Kurn. I speak for our family. We will back Gowron. But not now. Not yet. We will wait until he feels the grasp of his enemies around his throat. Then we will offer him our support. And the price will be the restoration of our family name.
Kurn: It will be difficult to convince my allies to back Gowron. But I will try. I must go to the Mempa sector to meet with the other squadron commanders.
Worf: Contact me when you have gained their support. Then I will be ready for Gowron.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44996.8. My role as Arbiter of Succession has again brought me to the Great Hall of the Klingon High Council.
K'Tal: naDev ghoS!
K'Tal: Have you reached a decision regarding the succession of power?
Picard: Qaja plu d'itch jung. La woq you ghir klas qimha. Gowron. Doj hon. Doj hon.
K'Tal: Gowron, son of M'Rel, hakt'em. The Arbiter confirms that you have completed the Rite of Succession. Your enemies have been destroyed. You stand alone. Do you wish to claim leadership of the Council?
Gowron: I wish it.
K'Tal: Are there no other challengers?
Toral: There is one. I will challenge him.
Gowron: An arrogant child!
K'Tal: Who are you?
Toral: I am Toral, son of Duras.
Gowron: Duras had no son.
B'Etor: But he did, Gowron.
Gowron: So, this is your doing, Lursa.
Lursa: We wish to address the Council.
K'Tal: Lursa, B'Etor, come forward.
Lursa: Members of the High Council, it is a day of great rejoicing for the family of Duras and the Klingon Empire. We have discovered that our brother did indeed have a son and heir.
Gowron: This is outrageous. Duras had no mate. Where did you find him, Lursa? In a harlot's bedchamber?
Toral: I will personally cut your tongue out, Yintagh!
Gowron: Impudent wretch.
B'Etor: A simple genetic scan will prove his bloodline is valid.
Gowron: The illegitimate son of Duras cannot rule the High Council.
K'Tal: The Arbiter will consider his validity. Len'mat.
Lursa: Our allies on the Council backed Toral's claim. It's in Picard's hands, now.
Movar: Excellent. Everything is proceeding as scheduled.
Toral: Why not just kill Picard?
B'Etor: Fool! Do we want the Federation as our enemy?
Toral: No.
Woman: At least, not yet. But when the time is right we will deal with the Federation and Captain Picard.
Kurn: I have met with the other squadron commanders here. Three will join us, one will not. That gives us enough strength to control seven key sectors.
Worf: Do you know the strength of our enemies?
Kurn: They have at least seven squadrons, but most of the fleet has not decided which banner to follow.
Worf: Gowron is nearly out of options. Soon he will have no choice
Kurn: I will return soon to the home world. We shall meet then.
Data: Do you also require the original logs recorded during the attack, Lieutenant?
Worf: Everything we have on the Khitomer massacre.
Data: We can provide you with our analysis of the communications between the Khitomer outpost and the Romulan ships. However, for a complete record you will have to contact Starbase twenty four
Picard: Mister Worf. Have you canceled your leave?
Worf: No, sir.
Picard: Lieutenant, would you join me in my Ready room?
Picard: Mister Worf, you're using our files on the Khitomer massacre as evidence against Duras' father?
Worf: Yes, sir.
Picard: Do you not see an inherent conflict of interest here?
Worf: Sir, those Federation records will help me prove that my father was falsely accused of treason.
Picard: You are using your position as a Starfleet officer to affect political change on your planet. There could not be a worse compromise of our fundamental principles.
Worf: Do not tie my hands now. I must be able to prove my father's innocence. Those Federation records can do that.
Picard: Mister Worf. Here I am lecturing you on a conflict of interest while I'm desperately trying to avoid one of my own. Do you think I wish to allow the Duras family to solidify their hold on the Council? Do you think I cannot see for myself the implications for the Federation? Good Lord, Duras tried to have me killed! All of my instincts, my training, my very being as a Starfleet officer are at odds with my responsibilities as Arbiter of the Klingon High Council. We walk the same tightrope between two worlds, you and I. We must try our very best to keep those two worlds separate, or we shall certainly fall.
Worf: Yes, sir.
Picard: I will make the Khitomer massacre files available to anyone who wants them. To the High Council, to the Duras family, to you. Anyone.
Worf: Thank you, sir.
Picard: Mister Worf, this is as far as I can go.
Riker: Riker to Picard.
Picard: Yes, Number One.
Riker: There's a message coming in for you from the surface. It's coded personal.
Picard: Send it through.
B'Etor: Captain, welcome. Please, come in. Be seated.
Lursa: Something to drink, Captain? Tea. Earl Gray, perhaps?
Picard: Thank you.
B'Etor: You come alone, and unarmed
Picard: Nothing would be served by killing the Arbiter before his decision.
B'Etor: Nevertheless, a brave act, Captain.
Lursa: B'Etor.
Picard: Your invitation was unexpected.
B'Etor: We should have extended it much sooner.
Lursa: We don't want you to judge us by your experience with our brother.
B'Etor: Duras was a fool.
Lursa: He deserved to die.
B'Etor: Forget him. We have.
Lursa: We do not wish to be your enemy.
B'Etor: Quite the opposite.
Picard: That pleases me.
Lursa: Have you made your decision regarding Toral's challenge?
Picard: I am pursuing it with due vigilance.
B'Etor: Allow me to heat your tea.
Lursa: Toral has the bloodline to lead the Empire into the next century. He has the support of the people.
Picard: Then it remains to see if he has the support of the law.
B'Etor: But he must. Surely, you can see that.
Picard: I'll tell you what I see. If I find Toral's challenge valid, the two of you will very quickly gain control of the Council and Gowron will be found dead shortly thereafter. If I reject Toral's claim, you will accuse me of serving Federation interests. It will serve as a rallying cry to declare war and overthrow Gowron.
Lursa: You see very clearly, Captain. But one thing is missing. If you rule against us and we are victorious in a war against Gowron.
B'Etor: Which we would be>
Lursa: It will mean the end of the alliance with the Federation.
B'Etor: And we would hate to see that happen as much as you would.
Lursa: This is not a threat, Captain. Just an unfortunate truth.
B'Etor: So why be our enemy, when you can be our friend?
Picard: You have manipulated the circumstances with the skill of a Romulan. My decision will be announced at high sun tomorrow. Excellent tea. Good day, ladies.
K'Tal: What is your decision?
Picard: K'Tal, this Council knows the law of heredity well. G'now juk Hol pajhard. A son shall share in the honors or crimes of his father. Toral is Duras' son. That has been established by the genetic scan. But with due respect to the traditions and laws of this High Council, there is no basis for accepting a petition for leadership from a boy who has fought no battles, shed no blood for his people, or earned no honor for himself. One day, perhaps he shall. But not now. Duras is dead. His claim to the leadership died with him. Gowron shall lead the Council.
Gowron: The Arbiter has ruled. There are no more challengers.
Toral: Does the Federation dictate Klingon destiny or do we? Follow me and I will show you honor.
Gowron: Follow him and you reject all Klingon law.
Gowron: Can you not see what you are doing? Are you blind to what they represent? Then go. Your blood will paint the way to the future.
Gowron: Your message said it was urgent. What do you want?
Worf: Your forces are weak, Gowron. You need help to fight the family of Duras.
Gowron: From one dishonored Klingon.
Worf: I offer you four Klingon squadrons.
Gowron: Why would they follow you, a Starfleet officer?
Worf: They are pledged to support my brother, Kurn.
Gowron: Kurn is your brother?
Worf: Yes. His true bloodlines were hidden to protect him.
Gowron: Kurn will follow me? He has opposed me in the past.
Worf: I am the elder brother. He will do as I say.
Gowron: What is it you want in return?
Worf: You know my price.
Gowron: The return of your honor. For the support of four squadrons? No, that will not be enough. The Duras family controls most of the fleet. We must have Federation help.
Worf: They will not intervene.
Gowron: Perhaps not yet, but Starfleet Command will listen to Picard and Picard listens to you.
Worf: I can ask nothing more of him in this matter.
Gowron: What?
Worf: My duty as a Starfleet officer
Gowron: You come to me and demand the restoration of your family honor and now you hide behind human excuses? What are you, Worf? Do you tremble and quake with fear at the approach of combat, hoping to talk your way out of a fight like a human? Or do you hear the cry of the warrior calling you to battle, calling you to glory like a Klingon?
Gowron: Status!
Klingon: Aft shields down.
Helmsman: Warp coils damaged.
Picard: Red alert.
Data: A second ship has joined the attack on the Bortas.
Picard: It's begun.
Gowron: Send an emergency signal to any loyal ships!
Helmsman: Impulse engines not responding!
Gowron: Engage emergency override!
Worf: Override engaged. Disruptors still not responding.
Data: The Bortas has lost her port shields, sir. It is unlikely they will withstand another hit at that quarter. Their primary life support has failed, sir.
Riker: The Bortas has put out a general distress call.
Picard: Ensign Riol, plot a course to take us safely away from the combat area. Half impulse.
Riker: Captain, the Bortas is Gowron's ship. If he's the legitimate leader of the Empire, shouldn't we help him?
Picard: If we go to the aid of the Bortas, we'll be dragging the Federation into a Klingon civil war.
Riker: What about Worf?
Picard: Ensign, engage.
Klingon: Port shields are still down.
Worf: Disruptors online.
Gowron: Lock on target.
Worf: No. Don't you see? Their sensors will detect the weapons lock. If they think we're helpless, they will try to board the ship. I can aim and fire disruptors manually when they drop their shields.
Gowron: GhoS.
Worf: Thirty five thousand kellicams. Twenty thousand kellicams. Now within transporter range.
Gowron: SuH.
Worf: They're dropping their shields.
Gowron: BaH!
Worf: Firing on second target.
Klingon: They were able to raise the shields in time. Minor damage only.
Worf: Disruptors offline.
Gowron: All power to shields.
Klingon: Shields failing!
Worf: Incoming message.
Gowron: On viewer.
Kurn: This is Captain Kurn of the Hegh'ta. We come to defend the Empire and to follow the banner of Gowron.
Worf: The enemy has sustained major damage to its life support systems They have disengaged.
Gowron: You have done well, Commander Kurn. Lursa and B'Etor have moved more quickly than I anticipated. We shall not underestimate them again. Meet us at the Great Hall.
Gowron: Advise the Enterprise that their delegation is welcome to attend my installlation as leader.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44998.3. With new-found support, Gowron has chosen to proceed with the installlation ceremony. The Enterprise has returned so that I may perform my final duty as Arbiter of Succession.
K'Tal: Receive now the loyalty of the Council and of the Empire.
All: Qapla!
Gowron: naDev ghoS.
Gowron: You both fought as warriors. You have proved your hearts are Klingon.
Gowron: I return your family honor. I give you back that which was wrongfully taken from you. Let your name be spoken once again. You are Worf, son of Mogh.
Gowron: The Duras family is gathering a large force near Beta Thoridar. As per the terms of the Treaty of Alliance, I now formally request your assistance in fighting these enemies of the Empire.
Riker: These enemies are Klingons.
Gowron: By right and tradition, I am the sole leader. All who oppose me are traitors.
Picard: I understand your position, but I', sure you're aware that the Federation cannot interfere in what is, by definition, an internal Klingon affair.
Gowron: You arbitrated the Rite of Succession. You are already involved.
Picard: My duties in that regard are finished.
Worf: Captain, we must intervene. The Duras family is corrupt and hungry for power with no sense of honor or loyalty. They represent a grave threat to the security of the Federation. Captain, you and I know that they have conspired with Romulans in the past. If they should be victors in this war, they will surely form a new Klingon-Romulan alliance. That would represent a fundamental shift of power in this quadrant. Starfleet must support Gowron. It is in the interests of both the Federation and the Empire. I beg you, support us in our cause.
Picard: Mister Worf, I don't have to lecture you on the principle of non interference. As Starfleet officers, we have all sworn an oath to uphold that principle whatever our personal feelings. I'm sorry. I must refuse your request.
Picard: Mister Worf. I'm afraid I must recall you to duty. The Enterprise will be leaving this sector immediately.
Worf: Captain, I respectfully request that I be allowed to take an extended leave of absence.
Picard: Mister Worf, your responsibilities as a Starfleet officer are incompatible with remaining on board a Klingon ship during a time of war.
Worf: Captain.
Picard: I order you to return to duty at once.
Worf: Then I resign my commission as a Starfleet officer.
Gowron: I will await you aboard the Bortas.
Worf: Enter.
Picard: Am I intruding?
Worf: No, sir.
Picard: I understand that you'll be serving on board the Bortas.
Worf: As weapons officer.
Picard: Your tactical knowledge and experience will serve them well.
Worf: Thank you, sir.
Picard: Mister Worf, are you certain that this is the right decision?
Worf: I was rescued from Khitomer by humans. Raised and loved by human parents. I've spent most of my life around humans, fought beside them. But I was born a Klingon. My heart is of that world. I do hear the cry of the warrior. I belong with my people.
Picard: Being the only Klingon ever to serve in Starfleet gave you a singular distinction, but I felt that what was unique about you was your humanity, compassion, generosity, fairness. You took the best qualities of humanity and made them part of you. The result was a man who I was proud to call one of my officers. I'll have your belongings transported to the Bortas.
Worf: Thank you, sir.
Picard: Attention on deck.
Worf: Permission to leave the ship, sir?
Picard: Permission granted. Qapla'
Worf: Goodbye.
Riker: Dismissed.
Movar: Picard has rejected Gowron's plea for help. The Enterprise has left orbit.
Toral: Coward! He didn't have the courage to face us. The Federation is
Woman: Celebrate later, Toral. We should not discount Jean Luc Picard yet. He is human, and humans have a way of showing up when you least expect them.