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Captain's Log, Stardate 45494.2.

We're investigating
a series of subspace signals

that may indicate
intelligent life

in the Epsilon Silar system.

We are within sensor range.

The characteristic response
to the Kriskov Gambit

is to counter
with the el-Mitra Exchange...

particularly since
I have already taken

both of your rooks.

By missing that opportunity

you have left
your king vulnerable.

We'll see.

As you wish, Counselor.

Check.

Intriguing.

You have devised a completely
unanticipated response

to a classic attack.

You will checkmate my king

in seven moves.

Data, chess isn't just a game
of ploys and gambits.

It's a game of intuition.

Hmm. You are a challenging
opponent, Counselor.

Thanks

but don't think a compliment's
going to get you out of our bet.

You owe me one Samarian Sunset,
made in the traditional style

as only you can make it, Data.

I will honor our agreement.

Raise your arm to the side.

Is that it?

I'm afraid so.

What do you think?

Well, it looks like you tucked

when you should have
flattened out.

Something like that.

Turn your head to the left.

Ow.

Some tearing of the ligaments...

nothing we can't take care of.

Good.

If I remember correctly

the last time
you graced my Sick Bay

you were diving off the Cliffs
of Heaven on Sumiko IV.

Holodeck program 47-C.

Same thing.

Only, that time I flattened out

when I should have tucked.

Well, as your doctor,
I would like to recommend

the Emerald Wading Pool
on Cirrus IV.

It's a lot safer.

Navigators on this ship

have been doing flight
handling assessments

the same way for years, Ensign.

And I found a better way.

Bridge.

Do you mind if we discuss
changes in procedure

before you make them?

If I had come to you in advance
and asked you to do it my way...

I might have said...

No.

Yes, maybe.

The point is,
I didn't get the chance.

The point is,
with all due respect, Commander

you are trying
to turn me into your idea

of the model officer.

The rules on this ship
do not change

just because Ro Laren
decides they do.

We are picking up
a subspace signal, Captain.

Sensors indicate
a small spacecraft ahead.

The configuration is unfamiliar.

Nothing in our database
comes close.

Within visual range.

On screen.

Analysis, Mr. Worf.

No discernible armament.

Reading one life-form aboard.

Hail the vessel.

No response.

We're being scanned.

And it's not like any sensor
system I've ever seen.

Shall we raise shields?

No.

Let's, uh...

let's begin this
with a show of good faith.

Sir, the scans are now
matching the frequency

of our optical data network.

It could be an attempt
to access our computer system.

Scanning intensity
has increased by 1,500%.

Shields up.

One Samarian Sunset
made in the traditional style.

It's beautiful.

I hope you enjoy it.

I hope you enjoy it.

The scanning signal
has penetrated our shields.

Computers are going down.

Take evasive action.

The helm's not responding.

What happened?

What the hell...?

I don't know who any of you are.

Nor do I.

I don't...

I don't even remember who I am.

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.

Looks like we're all
in the same boat.

Make that the same starship.

But who are we?

What are we doing here?

It looks like I'm the pilot.

We're not going anywhere now.

The helm's dead.

But you still know
how to work it.

Yes.

This console has
a tactical configuration.

Yes.

Phaser power status.

Intruder scan.

Torpedo guidance.

But they do not
appear to be operable.

Clearly, we still possess
certain skills.

It would seem we know
how to operate this ship

but our identities
have somehow been erased or...

or suppressed.

We are on the Bridge.

There's a good chance
this is our ship.

It looks like you're the leader.

Perhaps we should not
jump to conclusions.

I am decorated as well.

Look, it seems to me
that determining leadership

is not crucial right now.

We... we need to find out
who we are and...

Well, what we're doing out here.

But how did this happen?

What did this to us?

Better still,
who did this to us.

I've got some intermittent
sensor readings here.

The scan keeps repeating itself
like it's stuck

but it looks like
there's metallic debris

right in front of us.

Distance: 17 kilometers.

The remains of another ship?

That's a good possibility.

Well, perhaps we were
engaged in battle.

If they stunned us with
some type of bioelectric field

that could have
wiped out our memories.

Then we fired back,
destroyed them.

But if that presumption
is correct

then we could have
sustained other damage.

Um...
Computer, status report.

No voice interface.

No interface, period.

Hey, got something.

I've accessed
the basic system directories.

Can we get
a general status report?

Life support systems
throughout the ship

are fully operational.

Navigation, propulsion...
off-line.

What about communications?

Completely disrupted.

That rules out
a distress signal.

If we even knew
where to send it.

Do we have an onboard
communications system?

We do now.

Let's use it.

This ship must have a crew.

They may still have
their memories.

We should be careful
what we say.

There could be a boarding party
somewhere on the ship.

Bridge to all personnel.

Select a representative
from your group

to contact the Bridge
and report on your status.

Remain where you are
and stay calm.

Bridge out.

Well, that helps a lot.

Report on our status.

I wonder if everyone

is in the same condition
as we are.

This hurts.

How's that?

Thanks.

I didn't even think.

I just picked it up
and knew how to use it.

At least I have an idea
of what I'm doing here.

But what about me?

I mean, I'm a patient
in a bathing suit.

That doesn't say much.

No, it doesn't.

Do you have any clothes
around here I could borrow?

At least until I figure out
where the swimming pool is?

The network appears to be
inducting the power

with electromagnetic
conduits here

Iocated along each turboshaft.

We've heard from all decks.

There are over
a thousand people on board.

Everyone's had
their memories affected

in the same way we have.

I have just completed a survey
of our tactical systems.

We are equipped
with ten phaser banks

250 photon torpedoes,
and a high-capacity shield grid.

We're a battleship.

Yes, it appears so.

This turbolift system gives us
access to the rest of the ship.

That sounds like
the next logical step.

We should start with the
most crucial areas first.

Main Engineering...

deck 36.

I'm on my way.

Oh, wait a minute.

We've got to coordinate
our efforts here first.

I just need to do something.

Look, I feel the same way,
we all do

but if anything's
going to get done...

I know. I just...

It's really an ugly feeling.

I don't like being
so out of control.

Well, we're going to have
to depend on each other

if we're going
to get through this.

Okay?

Okay.

We're going to search the ship.

Very well. Proceed.

I'll go with you.

I want to get my hands
on the computer core...

see if we can reestablish
control from there.

I've accessed the optical data
network for the computer core.

I can monitor every system
that's routed through here.

Warp and impulse drives

are reading
within tolerance levels

and so are the tactical arrays...
defensive and offensive.

Everything looks functional.

Now, if we could just
access the control systems

we could get them
up and running.

According to these schematics

the engineering computer core
access is down that corridor.

Weapons, propulsion and shields
are the priorities.

We could be in danger
of another attack.

That's where I'll start.

We'll begin our crew survey
on decks five through ten.

When you get those systems going

try to pull up
the personnel files.

It would be nice
if we all had names.

All right?
Good luck.

Yeah. You, too.

So far, our survey teams
have found

no deaths or injuries
among the crew.

Shuttlecraft are all operational

as are the transporters.

But no one they've talked to
knows any more

about their identities
than we do.

Engineering is working on
accessing the control systems.

As soon as the ship
is operational

we must make it combat-ready.

Well, I would recommend that,
before we prepare for combat

we try to access
the ship's logs...

find out who we are.

What our purpose here might be.

Well, I disagree.

We must first make ourselves
ready for battle.

That is the highest priority.

Engineering to Bridge.

Go ahead.

I've regained control

of navigation, propulsion,
weapons and communications.

We should be able
to tie them into the Bridge

in just a few minutes.

Well done.

Now we are ready.

The question is, for what?

The phasers are operational.

We now have
full tactical control.

We should run
a complete diagnostic

on all command systems.

A full diagnostic
would require us

to take our systems off-line.

We would be defenseless.

If we're going to trust
our lives to these systems

we should be certain
that they're not going to fail.

The computer was damaged.

Some processors
might still be down.

Proceed with the diagnostic.

What have you found, Doctor?

Not much.

The brain scans I've run
are unusual

but there's no damage
to the hippocampus...

that suggests that we still
have our long-term memories

but somehow
they're being blocked.

Is it possible to bypass
these normal pathways?

To get at these memories
some other way?

That's what I'm hoping.

What I need now is to see

some normal brain scans
for comparison.

Is there any chance I can get
the crews' medical files?

No, we are currently running
a full diagnostic.

Computer resources are limited.

The medical records
are our next priority.

Thank you.

I guess these are my quarters,
but I don't remember anything.

If it's any comfort, we're all

in the same situation,
so stay put for now.

We'll be back in touch.

Okay, sir. Thanks.

That's all I need for now.

Well, that's it for the living
quarters on this deck.

What's next?

It's a large room up ahead
called "Ten-Forward."

Let's go.

So, if everything were back to
the way it was supposed to be

what do you think you'd
be doing right now?

I'd be having more fun

than searching the ship,
I'd imagine.

Fun?

Well, with that holodeck
we just saw

I think I could conjure up
an interesting program or two.

Now, that's disappointing.

Why?

You don't strike me as a man

who needs a holodeck
to have a good time.

Who reported to the Bridge
from this group?

I did.

Have you found out anything

that might give us some insight
into what happened?

Not specifically

but there are two things
that seem unusual.

The bartender
is an artificial life-form.

Can I get you something?

A beverage?

No, thank you.

I'm fine.

Your memories are gone as well?

The data banks
that identify who I am

are not functioning.

You were going to mention
something else.

I don't know
if it means anything

but I seem to have an ability
that the others don't.

I have a very strong sense

of what other people
are feeling.

At times, it's almost...

Is something wrong?

No.

Just for a moment
you seemed familiar.

You remember me?

Not exactly.

I mean, I don't know who you are

but there's something about you.

Bridge to survey team.

Survey team here.
Go ahead.

We have accessed
the personnel files.

Report to the Bridge
immediately.

We're on our way.

Computer, give me
a biographical listing

of all personnel

responsible for the primary
operation of this ship.

A full biographical listing
is not available.

Is there any list
of the ship's senior officers?

The crew manifest is available.

That's better than nothing.
Give me the crew manifest.

Commanding officer,
Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

Executive officer,
Commander Keiran MacDuff.

Second officer,
Commander William Riker.

Operations officer,
Lieutenant Commander Data.

Chief Medical officer,
Dr. Beverly Crusher.

Ship's Counselor, Lieutenant
Commander Deanna Troi.

Chief Engineer, Lieutenant
Commander Geordi La Forge.

Security Chief, Lieutenant Worf.

Helm officer, Ensign Ro Laren.

Commander MacDuff, have
the other officers listed here

report to the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Your next priority
will be to retrieve

any information you can
about this ship's mission.

Contact the Operations
Officer to assist you.

Aye, sir.

He's in Ten-Forward...
waiting tables.

Captain.

I regret my recent behavior.

I assumed an attitude
of authority

that was... unwarranted.

Mr. Worf, we're all doing
the best we can

in a difficult situation.

Think nothing more of it.

Thank you, Captain.

We haven't finished a full
search of the computer records

but we have found out
quite a bit.

This vessel
is called the Enterprise.

We are part of an organization

called the United Federation
of Planets.

The Federation is currently
in a state of war.

With whom?

The Lysian Alliance.

They're a genocidal race
determined to destroy us.

The war has been
going on for years.

Starfleet Command believes

the Lysians
are using a new weapon

which has shifted the balance
of power to their favor.

Over the last two months

14 Federation vessels
have been captured...

apparently very easily.

Their crews held captive
on Lysia.

What do we know
about this weapon?

Our scientists theorize
the Lysians

are using an energy wave...
either plasma-based

or a subspace
interference pattern.

The weapon severely disrupts
a starship's computer system

as well as the mental functions

of its crew.

That's what happened to us.

Mr. La Forge,
do we have any record

of our current mission?

Yes, sir.

We are approximately here.

We've been ordered
to cross into Lysian territory

and destroy
their Central Command.

This is it... the nerve center

for the entire
Lysian military operation.

Captain, there's been
a great deal of damage

to our computer system.

Maybe we're not getting
the correct information.

What are you saying?

That we get confirmation
of this mission

from our headquarters.

If we use subspace radio,
we will be detected.

There could be
thousands of lives at stake.

Our orders
specifically require us

to maintain radio silence.

Our mission is part
of a highly coordinated effort

to put an end to the war.

There are other vessels
on other fronts

all working according
to an intricate plan.

We're the linchpin
to the operation.

If we don't destroy
the Central Command

the entire effort will fail.

He's right, Captain.

Our choice is clear.

Commander MacDuff, set a course
for the Lysian Central Command.

These are your quarters.

Thanks for your help.

Come in for a minute?

Recognize anything?

It's like it belongs
to someone else.

Nothing feels right.

This room, this ship...

most of all,
this war we're fighting.

I don't imagine
war ever feels right.

I suppose that's true.

What is it?

That same feeling.

You seem familiar.

You're the only thing that does.

Can you remember anything
specific about us?

I don't know.

It's... it's more like
remembering an emotion...

feelings that you're
somehow associated with.

I hope they're good feelings.

Yes, they are.

This entire situation
is a little bit unnerving.

It's been a long day.

We've all been through a lot.

We certainly have.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

Hi.

I know I didn't get
the wrong room.

I just didn't like the way
my quarters were decorated.

Besides,
I have this funny feeling

that maybe I spend
most of my off hours here.

Really?

For all we know, you
and I could be married.

For all we know,
you and I could hate each other.

Sort of exciting, isn't it?

We just don't know.

We might regret this.

Regret what?

Aren't you being
a little presumptuous?

Like I said, I just didn't like

the way my quarters
were decorated.

Maybe we should switch quarters.

Maybe we should stay right
here and see what happens.

What if I snore in my sleep?

What makes you think you're
going to get any sleep?

Captain, we have crossed
the Lysian border.

Take us out of warp, Ensign.

Go to three-quarters impulse.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Worf, maintain
a continuous sensor sweep.

Aye, sir.

How long till we reach
their Central Command?

At our current speed,
approximately 37 hours.

Captain, I am picking up
a vessel directly ahead.

Can you identify it, Mr. Data?

The ship matches
the Starfleet description

of a Lysian Destroyer.

A short-range attack vessel
with disrupter-style weapons

and a standard crew of 53.

Within visual range.

On screen.

The destroyer is
increasing its speed.

They are moving to intercept.

Evasive maneuver sequence delta.

Yes, sir.

They are matching our maneuvers.

Activating phaser arrays.

Ready to fire, sir.

Stand by.

Captain, our orders

were to destroy
all Lysian warships.

I'm aware of that, Commander.

Tactical analysis, Mr. Data.

The destroyer
has minimal shields.

Their disrupter capacity

appears to be
only 2.1 megajoules.

They're no match
for the Enterprise.

Captain, the destroyer
is hailing us.

Open a channel.

No! Their new weapon...

whatever it is that erased
our computers and our memories...

maybe this is how they do it...

over communication channels.

It is conceivable, sir.

It's also possible
they just want to talk to us.

I think we should respond.

Captain, the ship
is hailing us again.

If you're wrong,
it could mean our destruction.

We can't take the risk, Captain.

The Lysians have stopped
transmitting, Captain.

They are powering up
their disrupters.

They have locked onto us, sir.

Full shields.

Shields up.

Captain?

Return fire.

The ship has been destroyed.

Maintain this course, Ensign.

Three-quarters impulse.

Yes, sir.

Well done, Captain.

The Lysian Central Command
would have received

any transmission
from the destroyer by now.

They're going to be on alert.

I recommend a randomly
vectored approach

to our target.

It would be our best chance
of avoiding any sort of pursuit.

Agreed.

Doctor, the success
of this mission

would be much more likely if
we could get our memories back.

Is there anything you can do?

I found several cases
resembling our condition

in the medical index.

The causes are different

but the cure is similar
in each case.

Could the same treatment
work for us?

That's what I'm hoping.

It involves
increasing the activity

of the medial temporal region
of the brain.

Using short-term memory synapses
to retrieve long-term memory.

When can you start?

As soon as our medical files
become available.

It would be dangerous to attempt
treatment without them.

Mr. La Forge?

Data and I ran
into a little trouble

accessing the medical file areas
of the computer

but, with a little time

I'm pretty sure
we'll be able to get there.

Three hours, maximum.

Proceed.

I don't get it.

I'm still hitting a file wall.

There appears to be
a command path discontinuity.

I shall attempt to rewrite
the locator subroutine.

You must have been
one hell of a bartender.

You know, it's too bad there
aren't more of you around.

We could certainly use the help.

Yes.

I wonder why you're
the only one on board.

I have expended
considerable thought

with respect to my apparent
uniqueness among the crew.

Any conclusions?

Several possibilities
suggest themselves.

I may represent an entire race
of artificial life-forms.

If so, there may be
a home planet

for others of my kind...
a shared history and a culture

of which I am not
presently aware.

Then again, you could have been
built just for this ship.

I have considered
that possibility as well.

It may also be the case

that every starship
in the Federation

is equipped with an artificial
life-form such as myself.

Hmm.

If that's true,
maybe you all look alike...

a standard-issue android.

Hard to construct,
so only one allowed per vessel.

There is another possibility.

Perhaps my origin is unique.

In that case, I am alone.

We have accessed
the information storage area.

Considerable damage has been
done to the files themselves.

The mission reports are gone.

As well as the crew records
and the personal logs.

And so are the medical records.

Come in.

I'm restless.

Mind if I visit for a while?

Please.

What's wrong?

Everything.

Every time I think
about this war, our mission

I feel a sense of panic

like a hand's closing
around my throat.

You're never going to feel
good about this war...

none of us will... but we've
got to complete our mission.

I've been doing
a little research...

trying to find out more
about William T. Riker.

What have you discovered?

He's a musician,
for one thing.

Very impressive.

No one was more surprised
than I.

So, what else
has your research uncovered

about William Riker?

He's athletically inclined.

Loves to climb mountains.

He's from somewhere
called Alaska.

He enjoys exotic food

and takes his vacations
on a planet called Risa.

Ode to Psyche, by John Keats.

Open it.

"To Will.

All my love, Deanna."

That may explain

some of the familiar feelings
we have.

I don't know what to think.

Come in.

Counselor.

Ensign.

Am I interrupting anything?

- No.
- No.

I was just visiting.

Um... we'll talk again
soon, Commander.

Of course.

Thank you, Counselor.

Bye.

And what was all of that about?

Oh, we were just discussing
the situation we're all in.

Mm-hmm. Good...

because I have a feeling

that I used to be
the jealous type.

What bothers me, Captain,
is how specific this damage is.

Any records of a personal nature

any files that could
tell us about who we are...

those are the ones
that are gone.

That's a little too selective
to be coincidence.

As selective as what was
done to our own memories.

Skills are still in place

but personal knowledge
unavailable.

It is consistent
with what we know

about the new Lysian weapon.

Doctor, is it
absolutely necessary

to see the medical files
to attempt treatment?

It would be dangerous
to do without them.

It's a risk I think
we have to take.

He's right, Captain.

I volunteer for the procedure.

That's strange.

The diencephalic activity
is exactly the same.

There should be some increase.

Let's try broadening
the band width.

Go to 30.1.

Raise the frequency as well.

Increase it by 33%.

Something's wrong
with the sequencing program.

Keiran? Keiran?

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

What happened?

I don't know.

Something went wrong
with the sequence initiator.

We're lucky we didn't lose you.

Did any of this work?

Do you remember anything
more about yourself?

No.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Back to square one.

Come.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Yes, Commander.

Please come in.

Sit down.

I find myself

having grave concerns
about our mission.

Concerns as-as to its success?

No, no, no.

More fundamental doubts.

Whether or not
it can be justified.

I've been asking myself
the same thing.

I'm sure our superiors feel
their orders are justified.

Orders we can't even verify.

Orders we can't ignore.

But I also can't ignore
that we have greatly outclassed

the one enemy vessel
we've encountered

and that every single,
possible shred of information

which might shed some light
on this situation

has been conveniently
eliminated.

I feel as though
I've been handed a weapon

sent into a room,
and told to shoot a stranger.

Well, I need some moral context
to justify that action.

And I don't have it.

I'm not content
simply to obey orders.

I need to know
that what I'm doing is right.

So do I.

I'd feel a lot better

if all the questions
were answered

and if you want
to abandon our mission

until our memories return,
that's your choice

but... I must ask you

is it right to risk
prolonging this war...

to allow the needless deaths
of thousands on both sides...

solely on the basis
of our moral discomfort?

Come.

Lieutenant.

You wished to see me, sir?

I did.

Please.

Memory or no, it seems clear

that both you and I
were born for battle

more so than the others.

I thought this as well.

It's conceivable

that that is the very reason

that we have been assigned
to this vessel.

The Enterprise
has science officers

medical specialists, engineers.

Our Captain is undoubtedly
an accomplished diplomat

but we, we are the warriors.

There are times for diplomacy.

This is not one of them.

You are concerned
about the Captain.

I am concerned
about completing our mission

and ending this war...

in victory.

We may soon face
a critical moment.

The success of our mission

may hang
on a split-second decision.

A hesitation would kill us all

and those that are counting on
us would surely die as well.

We cannot let this happen.

That will be all.

We are entering
the Lysian system, sir.

Slow to one-quarter impulse.

Yes, sir.

The Central Command
is directly ahead...

still beyond weapon range.

Red Alert.
Battle stations.

Bring us to an attack posture,
Mr. Worf.

Aye, sir.

Sensors show several
objects in our path, sir.

They are 29 meters
in length and are unmanned.

According to Starfleet records,
they're sentry pods

programmed to defend
their Central Command.

I read 47 of them
around the perimeter.

Tactical analysis, Mr. Data.

The pods are equipped

with fusion-generated
pulse lasers

and minimal shielding.

Not much power there.

Forward shields to maximum.

Lock phasers on the sentry pods.

Prepare to return fire.

Shields up.

Phasers locked on targets.

Full impulse.

Take us straight through.

We are through the perimeter,
sir.

That was too easy.

We have yet to encounter
any battleships.

They may lie ahead.

Load all torpedo bays.

Ready phasers.

Aye, sir.

Approaching Central Command.

Mr. Data, scan for defenses.

I am picking up no vessels,
no additional sentry pods.

Optimal firing range
in 55 seconds.

Phaser banks ready.

Loading torpedoes.

What are
the defensive capabilities

of the Central Command?

Armaments consist
of four laser cannons

and 39 cobalt fusion warheads
with magnetic propulsion.

Defensive shield output
is 4.3 kilojoules.

One photon torpedo
ought to do it.

Data, how many people
on that station?

15,311.

We're within range, Captain.

Stand by.

Waiting on your orders, sir.

Captain, this isn't right.

The rest of our forces
are depending on us.

How can our mortal enemy

be over 100 years behind us
in weapons technology?

Their battleships may be
on their way right now.

We must attack!

I do not fire
on defenseless people.

Mr. Worf, open a channel
to the Lysians.

Belay that order!

There's something wrong
with the Captain.

I'm taking command
of this vessel.

Fire all weapons!

Mr. Worf.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We are on a course
to Starbase 301.

Dr. Crusher
has been working steadily

and has restored the memories
of most of the crew.

The Lysians have identified
"Commander MacDuff"

as a Satarran... an alien race

that's been at war
with the Lysians for decades.

I have...

I've conveyed our deepest
regrets to the Lysians

over the tragedy
of their lost ship and crew.

With all the power
that MacDuff had

to alter our brain chemistry
and manipulate the computers

it's hard to believe
he needed the Enterprise.

The Satarran weapons technology

was no more advanced
than the Lysian.

One photon torpedo
would have ended their war.

It almost did.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

- No.
- No.

I was hoping to run into you.

Please sit down.

Well, I'm glad I ran into the...
the two of you.

When you have no memory

of who you are
or who anybody else is

you find yourself...

The Counselor tells me
that at times like that

we might do the things that
we've always wanted to do.

She said that?

It's psychologically valid.

Commander, don't worry about it.

As far as I'm concerned

you and I have shared something
that we will treasure forever.

Well, I'm a little confused.

Well, if you're
still confused tomorrow

you know where my office is.