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Stardate 43996.2.

The Enterprise remains
concealed in the dust cloud.

And, to my surprise, the Borg
have maintained their position,

waiting for us
to come out of hiding.

I have no explanation
for their special interest

in me or the ship.

We continue to prepare our defences

for the inevitable confrontation.

Warning. Security breach.

Hull damage. Unauthorized docking.

They found us. Eleos.

Activate warp drive.

Stand by.

Warp drive charging.
Attempting power-up.

How did they find us?

That's impossible.

What? No!

- No! I can help!
- Eleos,

divert all power to the warp core.

Working.

- No! No!
- Get us the hell out of here.

Unauthorized docking complete.

Intruder alert.

Power cell-power cell depleted.

Let me out!

Eleos. Update warp status?

One minute, seven seconds
remaining until power-up.

- Incoming vessel detected.
- More of them.

Eleos, prepare to send
a transmission.

Subspace frequency, Myriad codec.

System prepared to transmit.
State your recipient.

This message
is for Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.

First love is always
the sweetest, isn't it?

Well, she wasn't the first.

But she was certainly my favourite.

Well, I hope she won't
be offended if I send her away

- for a cleaning?
- You know,

I didn't think they had
spring-cleaning on Romulus.

We don't. That is entirely
unique to humans

and their belongings.

I want to give it to Geordi.

Give it away?

No, I was-I was just teasing you.

Well, I-I know that, but
he is running the Fleet Museum.

He will love it.

Take this painting down
and pack it up, please.

Okay, sir.

Don't you dare.

You're gonna miss these things.

By coming with me to Chaltok-IV,

I feel I'm asking a lot of you.

No, I-I am looking forward to it.

Because while you're running around

setting up diplomatic security,

I'm going to sip Saurian brandy

and think about writing my memoir.

Jean-Luc, you don't
need to prove to me

how ready you are for this.

How in the present you are.

The past matters, and that's okay.

Laris, these things

from my past...

they are so dear to me.

They're mementos of...

dear friends, old and new.

But they're memories.

A point comes in a man's life

when he looks to the past
to define himself.

Not just his future.

Well, I hope
that's not going to be me.

I am not a man who needs a legacy.

I want a new adventure.

Computer, do you hear that alert?

- Yes.
- Where is it?

Unable to determine location.

Thanks for your help.

Computer, analyse.

Communicator badge
belonging to Jean-Luc Picard,

Captain, USSEnterprise,
stardate 4115...

Yes, yes, but what could it
possibly be receiving?

Detecting encrypted
long-range transmission

via a subspace frequency.

It contains an uncommon codec.

- Codec?
- A codec is a program

- that compresses data...
- Yes, yes, I know what a codec is.

But tell me about this one.

It requires a passcode.

Why would anyone
send a coded message

to a more than 20-year-old

- Enterprise-Dcommunicator?
- Unknown.

Myriad.

Computer, try codec: Myriad.

Picard-4-7-Alpha-Tango.

Accessing.

It is a recorded message.

Here.

- Decrypting.
- Admiral Picard,

I'm encoding this transmission
with coordinates.

Beverly.

Listen to me very carefully.

Hellbird.

Repeat, Hellbird.

- Hellbird?
- And Jean-Luc.

No Starfleet.

Trust no one.

She's terrified.

Clearly injured.

You said she was a doctor, right?

And a good one.

But I haven't spoken with her for...

over 20 years.

And neither has any other
member of the old crew.

She just cut us off.

So why contact me now?

Well, you were close once.

And when you were on the Enterprise,

you trusted each other
with your lives.

You even tried to be lovers,
didn't you?

"Tried" is the operative word.

But maybe you're the one person
she still feels she can trust.

But...

to say "no Starfleet..."

Okay, so...

as a former intelligence operative,

here's what I'm seeing.

This isn't paranoia.
Her fear is genuine.

This is a woman out of options,
and she is asking you to help.

Only you.

Damn it.

You have to go.

I'll be back, in a few days.

Maybe even less.

Maybe even more.

These are the lives we chose.

There is this great bar

on Chaltok-IV,

and you can watch
the sunset from it.

So I'll save you a seat.

You...

mind yourself.

Guinan's hawking souvenirs now?

It's for Frontier Day.

How come you have
so many Enterprise-Ds?

The fat ones? No one wants those.

You better leave the bottle.

You hear that, Jean-Luc?

"No one wants the fat ones."

That's "Galaxy Class"
to you, young lady.

Good to see you, Will.

Look at you...

The handsome elder statesman
of Starfleet.

I got to make a speech at
that Frontier thing next week.

It's like a parade through space.

Who wants to hear
some old fart drone on

about "going boldly"
for the last 250 years?

Yeah. I'm giving a speech, too.

- And that's gonna be great.
- Yeah.

Are you all right?

I wouldn't have asked
to meet you like this

if it hadn't been very important.

And I really appreciate you
giving up your family time.

Actually, Deanna and Kestra

will appreciate
the time away from me.

How can I help?

Myriad codec.

Haven't thought about that
since the good old days,

when we thought our comms
were compromised

- back on Rigel VI.
- VII.

Beverly's message
references these coordinates

and to trust no one with them.

Plus the, the word Hellbird.

- What's out there?
- Nothing at all, as far as I can see.

But this word, Hellbird...

I've no idea what it means.

Of course not.

There was a computer virus
on the Enterprise

when you were incapacitated.

Incapacitated?

Locutus.

- The Borg. Of course.
- It scrambled our navigational system

and arbitrarily added 3
to every digit.

I knew that I called you
for a reason.

And adding 3 to every digit
gives us these new coordinates.

The Ryton system.

Ryton system?

That's outside Federation space.

Perfect place to hide.
But from what?

What the hell has Beverly
gotten herself into?

In all the years I have known her,

I've never seen her so frightened.

No.

Terrified.

Jean-Luc.

Why did she cut everyone off?

Me, Deanna and Geordi.

There had to be a reason.

Well, I need to find a ship.

We need to find a ship.
And we can't charter one.

- Too far, too dangerous.
- No. I-I can't ask you

- to put yourself in danger.
- Since when?

Besides, aren't we a little overdue

for a good, old-fashioned road trip?

Well, we can't go to Starfleet.
She made that clear.

I think I may have
a work-around. Come on.

If you want something exotic,
come get it here.

Come in here, Daddy?

Watch it, freak.
I'm not your dealer.

Come on over here, baby.

I got Tamarian drugs...
What do you want?

Two days in a row?

I'd tell you to get
your life together...

- Transaction complete.
- Thank you for your patronage.

But then I'd lose my best customer.

Listen.

Y-You can help me.

You hear things?

You're, like, the all-knowing oracle

of the underworld and right?

I-I know.
I'm a little strung out, yeah.

My girlfriend left me.

I fell off again.

Now...

I'm out.

I'm out of Starfleet.

I know I could get back in.

Look, I-I hear things too.

Like, stolen from
Daystrom off site station.

Yeah.

Experimental quantum tunneling tech

that, in the wrong hands,
could be a weapon.

I'm talking world-ending

Now, if-if... if I could bring
Starfleet a tip off that?

I know I could get back in.

You-you hear anything like that?

You're crazier
than I thought. Beat it.

But I could bring something
to Starfleet.

Not that.

All right, thanks.

Additional funds available.

Where'd you get all this coin?

I'm all in, man. It's all I got.

Guess I can't expect a junkie

to know when to quit.

Transaction complete.
Thank you for your patronage.

I heard something's going down
with the Red Lady.

That's all I got.

The Red Lady?

Okay.

Okay. Yeah.

Is that-is that,
like, a-a buyer or...

Stop asking questions

or we're both gonna end up dead.

Now go.

And I don't want to see
your face around here again.

Starfleet intelligence officer
Commander Raffi Musiker

on a secure channel.

Requesting a debriefing.

And more money.

I'm not sure about this plan.

Because it's not really
a plan, it's a ruse.

Yeah, that's the part I don't like.

You and I are two highly-ranked
members of Starfleet

doing a routine surprise inspection.

We could be
court-martialed for this.

You could lose everything
you've worked for.

Only if we get caught.
You got to sell this.

Come on, Admiral.

Show see your inspection face.

Give me one of those
rigid, disapproving,

sour expressions you're famous for.

There it is.

Captain Riker,

you are cleared for approach
in the starboard bay.

Hello, beautiful.

Admiral Picard, Captain Riker,

welcome to theTitan.

Initiate docking sequence.

We're going on theTitan.

Your old command.

It's the only sway I've got.

It's the new refit.

Neo-Constitution class.

Now, the fleet's gonna be dispersing

for exercises in preparation
for Frontier Day,

and that should give us
a little freedom to operate.

The captain, Shaw,
he's gonna need some convincing.

- Of what?
- Well, Beverly's

coordinates are just
outside Federation space,

so we got con him
into changing course

and take us to the border.

Then we'll take a shuttle
from there.

Yeah, Captain Shaw's
not gonna like that, either.

Captain, you're clear
to land on pad six.

- I don't know him.
- Yeah,

he's not a friendly face.

The first officer,
on the other hand,

I think you'll recognize.

Permission to come aboard,
Commander?

Permission granted, sirs.

This is Captain William Riker.

Will, this is Seven of...

Commander Annika Hansen, sir.

Captain Shaw prefers
that I use "Hansen," Admiral.

Welcome to the Titan.

All hands prepare to leave
space dock at 1930 hours.

Your visit came as quite a surprise,

but I'm sure you'll find everything

up to inspection standards.

Captain Shaw is catching up
on some logs at the moment,

but he's requested your presence
for dinner tonight.

- Terrific.
- If I were you, I'd lower my expectations.

Admiral on the bridge.

And captain on the bridge.

At ease.

It's got that new ship smell.

Is there something wrong
with that ensign?

Ensign La Forge,
eyes on your station.

La Forge?

Sidney LaForge?

It's been a long time, sirs.

Geordi said you always
wanted to be a pilot.

Said you were a bit
of a speed demon.

Didn't you have a nickname
at the Academy?

Will.

I can't recall...

Crash La Forge.

Because you crashed a shuttle.

I-I was a cadet.

Twice.

Well, it's good
to see you again, Ensign.

Comms, get me the dock master.

Control tower reading, Commander.

Space dock, this is Titan.
Requesting permission to depart.

Permission granted.

Opening starboard doors.

All hands, prepare
to leave space dock.

All hands to your stations.

Sir, awaiting your orders
to take us out.

Why don't you do us the honor,
Commander Hansen?

Aye, sir.

Helm, you may clear all moorings.

All moorings cleared.

Readings looking good.

Green across the board.

Aft thrusters,
one quarter impulse power.

Aye, Commander. Aft thrusters,
one quarter impulse power.

All stations,
prepare for maximum warp.

All engines online.

Priming deflector shields for warp.

Don't you think
we should alert engineering

that we're going to Warp 9.99?

That's no longer protocol

on the newer models of the fleet.

It's all automated now.

Of course.

You're gonna be a captain before
you know it, Commander Hansen.

Excellent recovery, Admiral.

Shut it, will.

Metaphasic shields at the ready.

Sensors optimal
and standing by for warp.

Engage.

Captain Shaw, sir.

May I present
Admiral Jean-Luc Picard

and Captain William Riker.

Gentleman, please, come join.

And Hansen, there really
is no need for intros.

I apologize, Captain. Are we late?

Hardly. Just,
your reputation preceded you

so far enough into the room
that I started early.

Well, as a, token of appreciation

for your hospitality,
please accept...

Chateau Picard.

That is... that is terrific.

I'm much more
of a Malbec man, myself.

Captain Riker, I take you for

somewhat of a bourbonista.

I enjoy the occasional
old fashioned.

What gave you that idea?

All the bebop that I had
to purge from the system

when I took the chair.

Speaks to your freewheeling,

loosey-Goosey,
Kentucky mash kind of style.

Not a fan of jazz?

No, I am not. I like structure.

I like meter.
I like keeping tempo and time,

which is why you will probably
find this inspection boring

for the likes of you two.

It's just all in advance of the,

fleet exercises for Frontier Day.

Ensuring the condition

of our starships would be boring?

Well, we won't be blowing things up.

Taking or engaging in fire.

Crash-landing,
expectedly or unexpectedly.

You know, the usual for you boys.

Nope.

You will find our engines pristine,

our hull intact, and run
your finger along pretty much

any given surface here,
you're gonna find it dust-free.

No doubt, indeed.

Which is why, Captain Riker and I

would like to change course.

- Where?
- The Ryton system.

That's at the edge
of Federation space

in the opposite direction
of our intended course.

Twice the time.

At half warp, double the speed,
it's an even split.

And why would we do that?

Bragging rights.

You show the efficiency
of the new Titan.

It's a great story for Frontier Day.

It's the, current, former captain

putting it through the paces,
running a little coal

through the engines...

And then a final
engineering inspection

at Deep Space Four.

DS4's been shut down for a year.

I believe the admiral
means DS11. Correct?

Yes, of course.

Eleven, yeah.

No.

No?

No.

I have kept this train running

for five years, 36 missions.

You don't get
where you're told to go

by standing in front of it
and then moving the track.

Respectfully, Captain,
I am an admiral.

Retired. Congrats on that.

But I'm still a captain.

Without a chair.

Titan'smine now.

I'm really sorry, fellas.

I love you, I do.

I love reading about
all your wildly exciting

and equally irresponsible
adventures,

but I have orders that come down

from actual officers whose pay grade

are far above all of ours, so...

request denied.

Sir, I'm sure if I spoke
with La Forge,

- we could make up the time.
- Hansen.

Your loyalty lies with this ship.

Not to old friends, former ex-Borg.

That's enough, Captain.

Thank you
for the parting punctuation.

I'm headed to my quarters.

Hansen, you have the conn.

Gentleman, I hope

you find your room
accommodations suitable.

They were the best we could do
on such short notice.

That went well.

Every moment that we're not en route

to the Ryton system,
my concern for Beverly grows.

How do we pivot?

Short of mutiny? I'm at a loss.

Good morning, sweet girl.

Secure channel open.

So, is my handler here this time,

or are you gonna flake out
on me again?

I haven't found anything
on the Red Lady.

Not as a buyer or a seller.

Who is she?

That's really helpful, as usual.

Thanks.

I'm re-requesting
a face-to-face to confer.

Look, we both work with Starfleet,

so we can...

Why are we doing this
if you can't help me?

I...

I'm spiraling here.

I've been under for months
trying to figure out

who stole these goddamn
experimental weapons

from Daystrom Station and why.

The Orion gave me the Red Lady,

but I don't know if it's
a person or-or an organization.

But the one thing I do know

is that I spend every second
of every day terrified

with the thought that someone
is going to use this weapon

to hurt people.

And... and to top it off...

you have no idea how hard
it is to be in this world.

Well. As far as mysterious
handlers go,

you're very detail-orientated.

I suspect an imminent attack.
Find the Red Lady.

This is utterly humiliating.

Yes, it is.

Reminds me of my cadet days,

only I don't remember having
to get up to pee this much.

The last time I saw Beverly,

the way we left it...

it was not on the best of terms.

I never believed for a moment

that it would be
over 20 years before we...

None of us did.

What if it's already too late, Will?

Admiral Picard, Captain Riker,

please report to Observation.

Good evening, sirs.

I apologize
for interrupting your sleep.

What is it?

Permission to speak freely, sir.

Go ahead.

You're gonna tell me what the hell

you two are really doing here

or I'm about to throw both of you

out an air lock and never look back.

Watch it, Commander.

That how you speak to an admiral?

That's how I speak to a friend.

All right.

I received a coded distress call

from Beverly Crusher,
former doctor of the Enterprise.

- I know who she is.
- She's wounded.

She said trust no one,
including Starfleet.

We didn't want you

to become complicit,
jeopardize your career.

My career.

When I was a Ranger,
things were much...

simpler.

Trust my instincts.

Bring justice to an unjust
universe. But then you.

You and Janeway convinced me
to join Starfleet.

I thought this
could be the right path for me.

I thought...

I thought I could...

one day inspire people to follow
me, even if it's dangerous.

The way that you do.

I can see that you're struggling.

But I still think

that you're in the right place.

How can I inspire

when all I do is take
from someone like Shaw?

How am I supposed
to just ignore my gut,

ignore my instincts
just to follow orders?

If you find that answer,

will you let me know?

'Cause I never did.

Commander, we're dropping
out of warp.

Come with me.

Ensign La Forge, viewer on.

You disobeyed orders.

Welcome to the Ryton system,
gentlemen.

The edge of Federation space.

We detected a vessel running at
the lowest possible power levels

approximately 200 kilometres

inside the nebula's outermost edge.

The nebula's properties
are interfering

with our ability
to scan for life-forms.

Commander, you understand

the consequences
of what you've done for us?

In four minutes... and I mean four...

The ensign guarding shuttle 3
will be called away.

- Understand?
- Got it.

Thank you, Seven.

What the hell is this?

Someone want to tell me
what the hell I am looking at?

This is the Ryton system, sir.

Esmar, lock this ship down.

Where the hell are Riker and Picard?

Sir?

We have an unauthorized launch

from Shuttle Bay 3.

Son of a bitch.

I like that Seven.

This was you.

You just loyal tied your way
to the end of a career.

I want a full report.
The ins and outs

of everything they just did.

Damn it.

Computer, check Red Lady as...

I don't know...
the name of a vessel.

- This will be your 23rd search attempt.
- I know.

Red Lady. A vessel docked
in the Rigel system.

Red Lady.
Former member of the Tal Shiar.

Deceased 210 days ago
at the hands of her own father.

Okay.

Maybe... maybe the Red Lady

isn't a buyer or a seller or a...

a ship.

But maybe...

a target.

Show me all big events coming up
in the next few months.

My God.

Chart a course
to District Seven now.

Go!

Computer, engage autopilot
and open a channel.

- Autopilot engaged.
- District Seven,

I'm requesting to speak
with Starfleet personnel.

Starfleet recruitment,

I need to speak
with a security official.

I believe you're under imminent
threat of a terrorist attack.

I need to speak
with someone immediately.

No.

Vessel outside of sensor range.

Hell of a view.

The kind we spent
half a lifetime chasing.

And the other half
missing the chase.

Will, are you enjoying this?

- Course not. Are you?
- Vessel in range of sensors.

Scanning.

Exterior shows phaser scorches,
warp core damage.

Some affected systems
are running at half power.

Life signs?

The nebula's interfering
with the sensors.

I'm picking up one for sure.

Maybe more. It's hard to tell.

I'm uploading Beverly's last known

Starfleet medical profile.

Comparing.

Biosigns identical.

It's her.

Warning.
Detecting critical life signs.

Pulse-ox and her respiratory
are dangerously low.

She needs help.
And whoever's there with her.

Friend or foe?

Please stand by
for decontamination cycle.

Adrenaline rush.

From fear or the thought
of seeing Beverly?

- Both.
- Terrific.

Your hands are stiff,
my knees are killing me.

So long as we don't
have to move or shoot,

we should be fine.

Decontamination cycle complete.

Ready?

As ever.

This music.

It's a compilation of classics
I created for Beverly,

in lieu of wine and roses.

- Captain.
- Eh?

Old habits.

Here.

Phaser fire.

There must have been two,

maybe three assailants.

That smell.

Delorium gas.

From that breach.

Created a distraction.

Kill shot, straight down.

Cool, efficient.

Doesn't sound like
the Beverly I know.

Well, she'd only
do that defensively.

Have you ever seen ashes
like this from phaser fire?

No.

Very peculiar.

I'll check the bridge.

Beverly.

Number One, she's here.

I am Starfleet Admiral
Jean-Luc Picard,

and the man you're holding hostage

is Captain William Riker.

Now lower your weapon.

We're here to help you.

What makes you think
I want your help?

Beverly is clearly wounded,
and given that the controls

for the med-pod are on the outside,

someone must have helped her inside.

Somebody who cared for her.

Give me that!

I should've realized
that Beverly would never

call out halfway across the galaxy

in order to save only herself.

Then who's this?

Her son.

- Warp field destabilized.
- Well, chaps, I have to say,

you're doing a piss-poor job
of saving anything.

- Proximity alert. Unknown vessel approaching.
- No.

You just led them straight to us.

Eleos, warp status.

They found us on Sarnia, we ran.

Then Kaphar, then Exo-Port.

- Each time, they had different faces.
- Field off-line.

- Warning, damage to warp core detected.
- Damn it!

They must've followed you here.

What the hell is going on?

We're being hunted.

- By whom?
- Forward blast doors retracting.

See for yourself.