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Captain's Log, Stardate 41636.9:

As feared, our examination

of the seven-year-overdue Federation freighter, Odin

disabled by an asteroid collision

revealed no life signs.

However, three escape pods were missing

suggesting the possibility of survivors.

Ready to begin orbit of Angel One, Captain.

Make it so, Mr. La Forge.

What kind of place is this, Data?

Angel One is a class-M planet, sir

supporting carbon-based flora and fauna.

Sparsely populated with intelligent life-forms.

It is similar in technological development

to mid-twentieth century Earth.

Kind of like being marooned at home.

Assuming any of the survivors made it this far.

Admittedly, it is the closest planet to the Odin.

To travel the distance we did in two days at warp one

would have taken the Odin escape pod five months.

Five months, six days, 1 1 hours, two minutes...

Thank you, Data.

And 57 seconds.

Captain, we're receiving

an audio signal from Angel One.

Starfleet are adamant that we maintain

excellent diplomatic relations with this planet.

Mr. Data, is there any other

pertinent information before we reply?

Angel One has evolved

into a constitutional oligarchy.

It is governed by a parliamentary body

consisting of six elected mistresses

and headed by a female they refer to as

"The Elected One."

It sounds like my own planet.

Klingons appreciate strong women.

How current is this information, Mr. Data?

A Federation vessel last visited this planet

62 years ago, Captain.

Counselor, as this is a female-dominated society

you might wish to make the initial contact.

Thank you, sir.

Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is Counselor Deanna Troi from the USS Enterprise.

I am Beata, The Elected One.

How may we assist you, Counselor?

The Federation has neglected to visit your planet

for far too long.

With your permission

we would like to correct that oversight.

We feel in no way neglected, Counselor.

A diplomatic courtesy call

is neither expected nor required.

We also come in search of possible survivors

from one of our freighters.

A brief visit will be tolerated.

They've broken off

transmission.

Ever feel like you're not really wanted?

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life and new civilizations

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Where are you fellas off to?

Our ski instructor has us scheduled

for the Denubian Alps, sir.

Well, save us some deep powder.

No problem, sir.

The holodecks have all you'd ever need.

The away team is ready, sir.

Angel One's strategic importance

in this quadrant may become vital.

Starfleet's hope is that one day

this world may become part of the Federation.

We'll do our best

to make a good impression, Captain.

Energize.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

Our away team has beamed down

to an unusual matriarchal society

where the female is as aggressively dominant

as the male gender was on Earth hundreds of years ago.

Here, the female is the hunter, the soldier

Iarger and stronger than the male...

an arrangement considered most sensible and natural.

I am Beata

The Elected One of Angel One.

Representatives of the Starfleet Enterprise

do you wish to petition?

We do.

We have reason

to hope that survivors

from a damaged Federation freighter

may be marooned on your planet.

We are seeking to learn if this is so.

Even a world as remote as Angel One

has heard of Starfleet.

Searching the galaxy for survivors

seems a petty task

for one of their mighty vessels.

We don't consider even one survivor petty.

Is this man implying that we put a lesser value on life

than you do?

Not at all.

Our discovery of the freighter was unexpected.

We have a duty to investigate.

I see.

And if you find any survivors

what then?

We would take them with us

and see that they were reunited

with their families.

Are we to take these strangers

at their word?

Good question.

What reason could we possibly have

to deceive you?

Another good question.

Are there survivors

from the freighter Odin on your planet?

I'm not prepared to answer...

yet.

See to their comforts.

What's going on?

You will remain here until summoned.

Is this area secure?

Can we talk?

Yes, tricorder doesn't show any listening devices

or anything else of a threatening nature.

Good. Troi?

There was much fear in that room.

Paranoia, I'd say. But of what?

I cannot say.

But their fear was not focused.

I sensed they were all

not concerned for the same reason.

Undoubtedly, there are survivors from the Odin on this planet.

I agree.

Otherwise, why would they be so circumspect?

As Mistress Beata is so fond of saying--

good question.

What do we do if they deny the existence of survivors?

Let's not look for problems.

I want all departments to prepare for a warp six trip

into the neutral zone

as soon as the away team completes its mission.

Trouble, Captain?

Insurance.

Romulan battle cruisers have been detected

near one of our border posts.

They've requested our assistance as soon as...

Ahh!

Report, Mr. Crusher.

We finished our ski lesson, sir

and it kind of just happened.

On the Enterprise, Mr. Crusher

nothing "just happens."

What is that smell?

Hmm, yes

slightly reminiscent

of Night-Blooming throgni, Captain.

From home.

Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?

No.

I don't smell anything.

I'm a little congested with snow.

Don't let this "just happen" again

Mr. Crusher.

Yes, sir.

Hmm!

Interesting.

An alcohol-based synthetic

artificially reproducing a floral scent.

It's called perfume, Data.

The purpose of which is...

Certain cultures consider perfume an aphrodisiac.

I am unfamiliar with that term.

An aphrodisiac is something used

to stimulate or enhance sexual pleasure.

How does stimulation of the olfactory nerves

affect the enjoyment of sex?

The Elected One will see you now.

You claim you intend

to remove these survivors from our world.

Are you prepared to give your solemn word on that?

We are.

You should know that the vote was not unanimous.

Some of those among us are suspicious.

Yet, the majority feel

we have no choice but to trust you.

We don't understand the source of your misgivings, Mistress

but we appreciate your faith in us.

Make certain that faith is not misplaced.

There are four survivors from the ship you call Odin.

There are four survivors from the ship you call Odin.

All male.

Their leader is a man who calls himself Ramsey.

If you'll deliver these men to us

we'll have them off your planet immediately.

If they were mine to deliver

I would do it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, their hiding place

has long eluded us.

Hiding place?

Why are they in hiding?

Because they're fugitives on Angel One.

And the quicker we get rid of them, the better.

When these men came to us seven years ago

they accepted our hospitality quickly enough

but they gradually became restive.

Started making unreasonable demands.

Went against the natural order.

Using the technology of the Enterprise

we might be able to find these men.

I assumed as much.

But be warned, Counselor.

These men are dangerous.

Sick Bay to Captain Picard.

Picard here.

Wesley and one of his friends

have contracted some form of respiratory ailment.

A respiratory ailment? Is it contained?

I hope so. I've isolated the 12 students

who were on the Quazulu Vlll field trip.

How contagious is it?

Still running tests.

The key is to figure how the virus is transmitted.

So far, I've been able to rule out

person to person contact.

Keep with it, Doctor.

Starfleet has very important business for us

as soon as the away team returns.

I don't fancy the idea of my crew being infected.

Data, what's the best way

to go about finding Ramsey and the other survivors?

If we can isolate something unique

to the Odin survivors

perhaps an element not otherwise found

on Angel One, we can utilize

the Enterprise scanners.

Mr. Data will need access to your library.

Our library is far too sophisticated

for a man to comprehend.

I am an android, Mistress

though anatomically, I am a male.

An amusing notion.

Maybe you can teach our males a thing or two.

Trent, see to the android's needs.

Bridge to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

The away team requests

that we scan the planet's surface

for traces of platinum.

Have Mr. La Forge break fixed orbit

and initiate a search pattern.

Aye, Captain.

Geordi.

Search pattern initiated... now.

This was delivered for you.

Good.

It's for my meeting with Beata.

You're not going to wear that.

Of course.

Part of this mission is diplomatic.

I have requested an audience with a head of state

and I will honor her by wearing indigenous apparel.

I don't believe this.

You're going to put that thing on

and parade around like one of them?

What is this attitude?

On Kabatris, I had to wear furs

to meet with the leadership council

and on Armus lX I wore feathers.

This objection doesn't have anything to do

with the fact that Beata is a woman

and an attractive one, does it?

This is quite unnecessary, Doctor.

I'm fine!

You're infected with the virus, Captain.

In my opinion, you are no longer physically able

to effectively command this vessel.

That is ridiculous, Doctor!

I've an away team down there in less than friendly territory

and in addition, I have an appointment

with several Romulan battle cruisers...

You have an appointment

in your cabin, Captain

with your bed.

Is that an order, Doctor?

Yes.

I think I may sneeze.

A Klingon sneeze?

Only kind I know.

Lieutenant La Forge

you have command until further notice.

Please make the proper ship's log entries.

Aye, sir.

Scanners indicate a platinum trace.

Should I notify the away team?

Make it so.

Tasha.

What do you think?

Uh...

Well...

I got to say, it's kind of sexy.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Actually, it feels quite comfortable.

How handsome you look.

Thank you.

The Enterprise reports

a possible location for Mr. Ramsey

and the other survivors.

So soon?

I'm impressed.

I am suspicious.

You don't believe me?

Not yet.

I hear the words, but not the sincerity.

You had your opportunity to object, Ariel.

You were in the minority.

After seven years, the great ship Enterprise

comes to repatriate a small group

of insignificant people.

Mistress Ariel, I hear the words

but not the sincerity.

You should listen more carefully.

Excuse me, Mistress.

I have matters to attend to elsewhere.

With your permission

we'd like to begin our search immediately.

By all means.

But I'm sure Counselor Troi and the others

can see to that without you.

If I recall, you had a gesture of goodwill to give me.

Certainly that can wait

until we've recovered the survivors.

Are you suggesting that the women in your party

are incapable of accomplishing that task

without the help of a man?

Not at all.

Lieutenant Yar and Counselor Troi

are completely qualified.

You're very generous with your praise.

Inform them that you will remain here with me.

Riker to Lieutenant Yar.

This is Yar.

In the interest

of diplomatic relations

I will remain here with Mistress Beata

while you conduct our search.

Commander?

You have your instructions.

Relax, we have much to discuss.

Set phasers to stun.

I wish they weren't necessary.

A justified precaution, Counselor.

Mistress Beata observed

that Mr. Ramsey and his men are dangerous.

Lieutenant Yar to Enterprise.

Go ahead, Tasha.

Three to beam to the location of that platinum trace, Geordi.

Coordinates set.

Energize.

Tasha!

Welcome.

I've been expecting you.

Picard to Bridge.

La Forge here.

Status report.

82 more reported cases of the virus, sir.

Dr. Crusher has converted the holodeck

into an isolation ward.

And the... the away team?

Well, no recent contact, sir.

But I have informed them of the medical situation up here

and the growing Romulan threat to our neutral zone outpost.

Keep me advised.

You have the Bridge until Commander Riker returns.

Engineering reports a computer mal...

I'm sorry.

I'm getting sick.

I'm sure half the ship knows that by now.

Report to Sick Bay, Lieutenant.

Engineering to Bridge.

La Forge here.

The computer won't accept the varying climate controls.

On my way.

With all respect, Lieutenant

there are people to do that job now.

La Forge to Engineering.

Lieutenant Wong knows that system.

I'm sure she'll be able to resolve all problems.

Worf...

thanks for the advice.

How did you find me?

Actually, it was quite simple.

Angel One has no platinum.

Enterprise scanners did the rest.

Platinum, was it?

My wings.

I kept them for their sentimental value.

Where are the other survivors, Mr. Ramsey?

Oh, they're nearby.

They're packing, as a matter of fact

since we can no longer remain here.

Seven years on an alien planet

and I sense no anticipation, no excitement at being rescued?

What is it that you think that you're rescuing me from?

My shipmates and l have all taken wives.

A few even have children.

You can't rescue a man from a place that he calls his home.

Why were you so hesitant at first

to tell us about the Odin survivors?

Because Ramsey and his men are anarchists.

I had to make sure you weren't here

to fuel their struggle.

I like the way your eyes pick up

the color of your tunic.

It's not our position to interfere

in the domestic affairs of other societies.

But you can interact?

Of course.

Otherwise, how can we learn?

Is that why you're here with me tonight?

To learn?

Yes.

About our society?

Yes.

Well, in our society

it is the men who are the fortunate ones

enjoying all life has to offer

while we women devote ourselves

to the obligation of making life work.

In our society we share the responsibilities

and the pleasures equally.

Which is why I'm able to be here with you

while the women of the away team go to find Ramsey.

You have to remind me to thank them when they come back

for giving us this time.

You resist.

Don't you find me attractive?

Yes, I find you very attractive.

You attract me like no man ever has.

It's not my function to seduce or be seduced

by the leader of another world.

That's not the reason.

No, it's not.

But will you still respect me in the morning?

I hope so.

Thank you, Trent.

You may go.

Compliments of the USS Enterprise.

It's called an Albeni meditation crystal.

Very impressive.

And now, I must repay you in kind.

Five months in a rescue pod no bigger than this room

is an eternity I hope none of you will ever have to face.

When we finally made it here

we thought we'd died and gone to heaven.

You've seen the women on this planet.

They're tall and strong and very lovely.

But after the newness wore off

we started to see how the men were treated.

There's no votes, there's no opinions

there's no respect.

None of which is your concern

any longer, Mr. Ramsey.

Call the others in, please.

It's time to leave.

Despite their problems, Lieutenant

we happen to like it here on Angel One.

We're not going anywhere.

But Mistress Beata...

Mistress Beata be damned!

Her wish is not my command, and neither is yours.

You can't force us to go.

Mr. Ramsey is correct, Counselor.

The Odin was not a starship, which means her crew

is not bound by the prime directive.

If he and the others wish to stay here

there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.

Bridge to Sick Bay.

How are you doing, Doctor?

We have more sick than we do beds.

So far, I've been forced to confine over 300

to their private quarters.

We're going to be seriously undermanned

if we're forced to engage the Romulans in battle.

The Romulans are your problem, Lieutenant--

trying to find an inoculant is mine.

This virus mutates every 20 minutes.

But we haven't had any fatalities... yet.

If this continues, there will be no one left to run the ship.

If this continues, Lieutenant La Forge

nobody will be healthy enough to care.

Yar to Enterprise.

Enterprise here, go ahead.

Prepare to beam three to our previous location, Geordi.

After regrouping with Commander Riker

we'll return to the ship.

I suggest you make that on the double, Tasha.

We have a real medical emergency brewing up here.

One-third of the crew is down

and the latest information from the neutral zone outpost

is that more Romulan vessels are converging on that area.

I'll inform the commander.

Yar out.

One thing before we go.

You said you were expecting us.

Why?

I can't answer that.

We wish you well, Mr. Ramsey.

Energize.

They're gone.

What a refreshing change--

to be with a man who knows what he wants.

And doesn't have to be told by a woman?

Exactly.

I knew you were bright enough to understand.

See, women, by our very nature

want only what is best for their men.

Men are not objects to be possessed, Mistress Beata.

Of course they're not.

It was merely a figure of speech.

Enter.

What is so important you find it necessary

to intrude upon my privacy?

They have returned, Mistress

but without Ramsey or the others.

Your advanced technology has proven inadequate?

What happened, Tasha?

Mr. Ramsey and the other survivors refuse to leave.

You gave me your solemn word.

I'm sorry, there's nothing else we can do.

I'm sorry as well.

Since you refuse to take them with you

I am left with no choice

but to sentence them all to death.

Come.

It looks horrible, tastes worse

but it's absolutely guaranteed to make you feel better.

I knew you'd like it.

Are you wearing cologne?

Like something I smelled earlier

something Klingon.

Lieutenant Worf and l

detected the same scent

when we bumped

into your son

at the holodeck.

It's that smell.

That's how the virus travels.

An airborne particle

whose sweet scent

inspires deep inhalation.

And once inside the body

becomes that damn virus!

I have work to do.

You are excused, Doctor.

What's the latest on the Enterprise's medical situation?

Dr. Crusher feels the virus

will undoubtedly run unchecked

through the entire ship.

Attempts to develop an inoculant

have so far ended in failure.

Lieutenant La Forge still has Bridge command

pending your return, sir.

And what about the Romulans entering the neutral zone?

The border outpost reports a contingent

of seven Romulan battle cruisers

within sensor range.

The USS Berlin has answered the distress call.

However, should hostilities erupt

both the outpost and the starship

will be outgunned.

It is felt that the Enterprise's presence

in the area will be a vital show of force.

Some show of force.

The Enterprise could fly on autopilot

but with that virus knocking down our crew

we're going to be in sorry shape

if things turn ugly.

I think it's time we leave this place.

It doesn't feel right to leave

while Beata is determined to execute those people.

She has to find them first.

Ramsey and his bunch have been fugitives for years.

I suspect he's pretty good at evading capture.

Something's wrong.

Before you go back to your ship

there's something I want you to see.

We were no harm to anyone.

Why did you tell them where to find us?

You brought this upon yourself.

You and the traitor.

One does not need the technology of the Enterprise

to follow Mistress Ariel

sneaking out to warn her husband.

Let her stand with him now!

For tomorrow they will die together.

You claim to be an advanced society

and yet you resort to executions

in order to suppress those who don't share your views.

I don't expect you to understand.

Why? Because I'm only a man?

You'll accomplish nothing with that attitude.

Mistress Beata

if you had an alternative to the execution of Ramsey

and his followers, would you take it?

Is that not the way of an advanced society?

Then let us meet with the men from the Odin one last time.

Let me try to convince them to leave here with us.

Will you also include those from this world

who unwisely choose to follow Ramsey and his group?

Yes. All of them.

Mistress Beata is willing to give you a second chance.

We're prepared to take your entire group with us.

That's very kind of you.

But we're not going.

Haven't you been paying attention, Ramsey?

You're scheduled to be executed tomorrow.

We don't want to die.

We don't want to leave, either.

There's no time to debate the issues.

You're going with us

whether you choose to go or not.

Excuse me, Commander

but removing any of these people against their will

would be a violation of several Starfleet regulations

not the least of which would be the prime directive.

I realize that, Mr. Data.

I'd rather face a court-martial

than live with the guilt

of leaving these people to their death.

Commander Riker to the Enterprise.

This is the Enterprise, Crusher here.

It must be worse up there than we thought.

Doctor, where is Lieutenant La Forge?

He's right here, but he's in bad shape.

Notify the transporter room I have 14 to beam up.

I can't allow it.

This virus is totally out of control here.

Doctor, these people are facing their death down here.

They might be facing the same thing up here.

Until I have a better idea what I'm dealing with

no one can beam up.

I'm sorry, Will, but you must wait.

Understood.

Doctor, would this virus have any effect on Mr. Data?

Not likely.

You're going back there alone.

I want you to get the Enterprise

into the neutral zone before it's too late.

This is Data standing by to beam up.

What of them?

I don't know, Deanna.

Mistress Beata invites you to witness

this morning's reaffirmation

of Angel One's moral imperative.

Is that the civilized word for murder on this world?

Send Mistress Beata our regrets.

The Elected One will not look fondly...

Enterprise to Commander Riker.

They're still here.

Riker here.

Data, I gave you direct orders

to get to the neutral zone immediately.

Explain the delay.

To be precise, Commander

you ordered me to reach the neutral zone

before it is too late.

After relieving Lieutenant La Forge

I computed the length of time the border outpost

and the USS Berlin

can safely withstand a Romulan attack--

deducted our time to destination at maximum warp speed.

That leaves Dr. Crusher 48 minutes

to develop an inoculant to the virus.

Which means there's still time

for us to do something.

48 minutes.

Ah, 47, sir.

Perhaps, Data, perhaps.

Thank you

for following my orders so precisely, Data.

On second thought, Trent, we would be honored

to witness your moral imperative in action.

We have determined that the heretical teachings

of Ramsey and his followers are inconsistent

with harmonious life on Angel One.

Our patient efforts

to silence revolutionary voices have failed.

Therefore, we are left with none

but the most final alternative.

As you can see

we are not without compassion.

Your deaths will be

swift and painless.

Mistress Beata

before we see living examples

of your compassion, may I speak?

Is this a plea for leniency?

Nothing of the sort.

As the governing body of Angel One

you're entitled to execute your laws

or your citizens as you see fit.

Make your point so we can proceed

with this unpleasant business.

When you spoke of the prisoners

you used the term revolutionary.

Indeed, death has been known to stop revolutions.

But I suspect it's not a revolution

that Angel One is hoping to stop.

It's evolution.

Mr. Ramsey and the Odin survivors

did not initiate the waves of dissent

that are rippling through your planet.

Their presence here merely reinforced

the change in attitudes between men and women

that was already well underway.

They became symbols around whom others

who shared their views could gather.

You may eliminate the symbols

but that does not mean death to the issues

which those symbols represent.

No power in the universe can hope to stop

the force of evolution.

Be warned.

The execution of Mr. Ramsey and his followers

may elevate them to the status of martyrs.

Martyrs cannot be silenced.

Beata!

Stop.

We will adjourn to consider your words.

Thank you.

I don't know if it was enough.

Sick Bay to Bridge.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Bingo, Data.

Bingo?

I fail to see the relevance, Doctor.

Is that not a reference to an ancient Earth game?

It's also a reference to success, Data.

I've got the inoculant.

Excellent, Doctor.

We still have 17 minutes left.

I will inform the away team immediately.

Enterprise to Riker.

We are now ready to have you beamed up, Commander.

Data, Ramsey and the prisoners

are with us in the Great Hall.

I want you to lock in the transporter.

Prepare to evacuate the entire group

but for now, stand by.

Understood, Commander.

After careful consideration, this legislature has voted

to stay the execution of the prisoners.

Their children will be returned to them immediately.

Do not rejoice prematurely.

Ramsey and his followers are to be exiled

to a distant and unpopulated region.

Life will be difficult there

with little time

Ieft for revolutionary...

or evolutionary upheaval.

As some have observed

we may not be able to stop evolution

but perhaps we can reduce it to a slow crawl.

For a man, you can be very clever, Commander Riker.

Riker to Enterprise.

Belay my previous order, Mr. Data.

There will now be only three to beam up.

Energize.

Welcome home.

It's good to be back.

Are they recovering?

Slowly, but yes.

And the Captain?

The Captain is fine, thank you.

Mr. Data has been briefing me

on the away team's comportment, Number One.

We, uh...

improvised, sir.

Mmm... I look forward to your reports.

Don't we have a call to pay on the Romulans, Captain?

Indeed, we do.

Mr. Data, set course for the neutral zone.

Warp six.

Coordinates set, warp six.

On your mark, sir.

Engage.

Sir?

Engage.