Ru'afo, Authorization Delta 2-1. Override all interlink commands to injector assembly one.
Unable to comply. Injector assembly one has been deactivated.
[Ru'afo screams in anger]
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Ru'afo, Authorization Delta 2-1. Override all interlink commands to injector assembly one.
Unable to comply. Injector assembly one has been deactivated.
[Ru'afo screams in anger]
Am I to understand that you are not releasing my men, captain?
We found the holoship.
Ru'afo, why don't you let the captain and me--
NO!!!
This entire mission has been one Federation blunder after another. You will return my men... or this alliance will end with the destruction of your ship.
Order them to surrender, and I promise, you won't be court-martialed.
If a court-martial is the only way to let the people of the Federation know what is happening here, I welcome it.
We're taking this ship out of here. This mission is over.
It is not over.
It is over!
If you launch the injector while the planet's still populated, the Federation will pursue you until--
The Federation... [forces two curved bars together and they bend down next to Dougherty's head] will never know what happened here.
The admiral will not be joining us for dinner.
You're looking well, Jean-Luc. Rested.
I won't let you move them, Admiral. I will take this to the Federation Council.
I'm acting on orders from the Federation Council.
How can there be an order to abandon the Prime Directive?
The Prime Directive doesn't apply. These people are not indigenous to this planet. They were never meant to be immortal. We'll simply be restoring them to their natural evolution.
Who the hell are we to determine the next course of evolution for these people?
Jean-Luc, there are 600 people down there. We'll be able to use the regenerative properties of this radiation to help billions. The Son'a have developed a procedure to collect the metaphasic particles from the planets rings.
A planet in Federation space.
That's right. We have the planet. They have the technology. A technology we can't duplicate. You know what that makes us? Partners.
Our 'partners' are nothing more than petty thugs.
On Earth, petroleum once turned petty thugs into world leaders. Warp drive transformed a bunch of Romulan thugs into an empire. We can handle the Son'a. I'm not worried about that.
Someone probably said the same thing about the Romulans a century ago.
With metaphasics, life spans will be doubled. An entire new medical science will evolve. I understand your chief engineer has the use of his eyes for the first time in his life. Would you take that away from him?
There are metaphasic particles all over the Briar Patch. Why does it have to be this one planet?
It's the concentration in the rings that makes the whole damn thing work. Don't ask me to explain it. I only know they inject something into the rings that starts a thermolytic reaction. When it's over, the planet will be uninhabitable for generations.
Admiral, delay the procedure. Let my people look at the technology.
Our best scientific minds already have. We can't find any other way to do this.
Then the Son'a can establish a separate colony on the planet until we do.
It would take ten years of normal exposure to begin to reverse their condition. Some of them won't survive that long. Besides, they don't want to live in the middle of the Briar Patch. Who would?
The Ba'ku. We are betraying the principles upon which the Federation was founded. It's an attack upon its very soul. And it will destroy the Ba'ku... just as cultures have been destroyed in every other forced relocation throughout history.
Jean-Luc, we're only moving 600 people.
How many people does it take, Admiral, before it becomes wrong, hm? A thousand? Fifty thousand? A million? How many people does it take, Admiral?
Help! I can't swim!
Don't panic!
I've been shot at, thrown into a lake out of a ship that's come to abduct us - what's there to panic about?
In the event of a water landing, I have been designed to serve as a flotation device.
It's been 300 years since I've seen a bald man.
How is it that you never married? And don't tell me it's just because you haven't got around to it yet.
What's the rush?
I should warn you, I've always been attracted to older women.
You either need a new uniform or a new neck.
Euchene Chefaw. My collar size is exactly as it was at the Academy.
Of course it is.
Our guests have arrived. They are eating the floral arrangements on the banquet tables.
I guess they don't believe in cocktails before dinner.
Oh, my God. Are they vegetarian? That wasn't in the report!.
Perhaps we should have the chef whip up a light balsamic vinaigrette-- Something that goes well with chrysanthemums.
I feel obliged to point out that the environmental anomalies may have stimulated certain rebellious instincts common to youth, which could affect everyone's judgement... Except mine, of course.
Okay, Data, what do you think we should do?
Saddle up. Lock and load!
I seem to be missing several memory engrams. [Geordi shows several microchips he is holding] There they are.
Data, what's the last thing that you remember?
Uh, from the mission.
I was in an isolation suit gathering physiometric data on the Ba'Ku. My last memory is going into the hills following some children.
Have you noticed how your boobs have started to firm up?
Not that we care about such things in this day and age.
Uh-huh.
I have an odd craving for the blood of a live Kolar beast. This environment must be affecting me again.
And have you noticed how your boobs have started to firm up? Not that we care about--
Mr. Worf, did the hostages mentioned anything about a cloaked ship during their debriefing?
No, sir.
Debrief them again. [Notices a huge blemish on Worf's face] Have you been in a fight, Mr. Worf?
Gorch?
Oh, well, it's, uh-- it's hardly noticeable.
I beg your pardon, sir?
A perfect moment?
When time seemed to stop and you could almost live in that moment.
Seeing my home planet from space for the first time.
Yes... exactly. Nothing more complicated than perception.
Geordi.
Captain. As it turns out, there wasn't anything wrong with my implants at all. There was something right... with my eyes. When Dr Crusher removed the ocular connections, she found that the cells around my optic nerve had...
Started to regenerate.
It may not last. And if it doesn't, I just - I just wanted, before we go... You know, I've never seen a sunrise. At least not the way you see them.
I wish I could spare a few centuries to learn.
It took us centuries to learn that it doesn't have to take centuries to learn.
There's one thing I don't understand. In 300 years, you never learn to swim?
Ha ha ha! I just haven't got around to it yet.