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So, tell me.

Why is it so important
that you find this man?

We had business dealings.

He owes me money.

Ooh.

Well, if we had
business dealings

I can tell you
that I wouldn't disappear.

Maybe we can discuss
that possibility.

Ooh.

But first...

I have to find him,
collect the money I'm owed.

I'll be closing in a few hours.

Perhaps we could, uh...

discuss this more privately.

If I don't find him,
I'm going to have to move on.

Oh...

Are you sure
you haven't seen him?

Human.

About... two meters tall...

smooth-headed.

Hmm.

No.

I don't remember
anyone like that.

You're lying.

And you're a Betazoid.

I thought so.

Listen.

People that come in here...

they count on a certain amount
of anonymity.

And if I were to start
answering questions about them...

even to a very beautiful woman...

well, I wouldn't be
in business very long.

And being a businesswoman,
I'm sure you understand.

Great story.

I'll remember it next time
I'm in a knife fight.

Any luck?

I think the one over there
knows something.

He would not admit
to having seen the Captain

but he said anyone
who visited the ruins of Nafir

would probably
come here eventually.

I suspect he knows more.

Let's go.

Commander, I told...

My friend tells me
you know something

about the man we're looking for.

The only reason
I'm talking to you

is that I have a sister, too.

I explained to him
that we are looking for a man

who impregnated your sister.

So, you can imagine
how much this means to me.

Family honor is important.

If someone had defiled my sister

I would do anything,
pay anything

to find the one responsible.

And how much might
"anything" be?

As much as five bars
of gold-pressed latinum.

I think you've had
a little too much to drink.

You'd better leave.

On your way, Yranac.

I'm sorry...

but I think he wants to stay.

Sit down.

That's my sister.

She's angry.

She's got a vicious temper.

I wouldn't cross her.

You say one word
and you're a dead man.

Perhaps there's an element
of risk here

that I did not fully appreciate.

Hmm. And how much more latinum
will it take

to offset this risk?

This isn't about latinum.

As a man with a sister...
a sister with a temper...

I can sympathize with you.

But... how did you come here?

Do you have a ship in orbit?

Yes.

Then take me with you.

You can drop me anywhere.

Agreed.

Now, talk.

The man you're looking for
was here several weeks ago.

There was a group of aliens
sitting at this table.

He was asking them questions.

Who were these "aliens"?

I don't know,
but they looked dangerous.

They attacked him.

He managed to incapacitate
three of them

before he was knocked down.

He was thrown against that wall

and fell there.

I'm picking up
Starfleet fiber traces

and human cellular debris.

Can you establish
a DNA reading?

There's something strange here.

The cell structures
are badly distorted.

It's as if they've been exposed

to some kind
of high-energy field.

A weapon discharge?

It could be.

I'm picking up some faint traces
of micro-crystalline damage

in the floor material.

But I'm not familiar
with the pattern I'm getting.

Who are you people?

You didn't say anything
about a weapon.

I hadn't finished yet.

You'll like this.

The man got
what was coming to him.

When they knocked him down

one of them took out
a weapon and fired.

He was vaporized.

He's telling the truth.

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.

Acting Captain's Log,
Stardate 47135.2.

Dr. Crusher has
positively identified

Captain Picard's DNA.

There is no doubt now
that he is dead.

Come.

How are you doing?

I'm all right.

The crew's pretty shaken up.

I'm arranging a memorial.

I think you should be
the one to deliver the eulogy.

I think you'd be better
at something like that.

Or Beverly.

She knew him the longest.

I know it's not going to be easy

but I think it's important

that we face up
to what's happened.

You're in command now.

The crew's looking
to you for guidance.

You don't understand.

I can't give the eulogy

because I won't be
at the service.

Will, a memorial service

helps to give everyone
a sense of completion.

It helps them begin
the healing process.

That's exactly the point.
I don't want to heal.

Will...

I have an open wound.

Right here.
It hurts like hell.

I don't want it to get better

and I don't want to pretend
that everything's all right.

I know you're angry.

You're damn right!

And I intend to stay angry
until I find

whoever's responsible
for the Captain's death.

Will, that's pretty
selfish of you.

Do you think you're
the only one in pain?

Do you think you have
the monopoly on loss?

Well, let me tell you something.

We're all hurting,
and we're all angry.

And whether you like it or not

you have a responsibility
to this crew!

And you can't just indulge

your personal desire
for revenge!

That is enough, Counselor.

Deanna?

I'm sorry.

This is not about revenge.

This is about justice.

The Captain died
in a bar fight for nothing.

Somebody has to answer for that.

Then I can mourn.

Commander,
I am receiving a transmission

from Admiral Chekote
at Starbase 227.

I'll take it in the ready room.

Aye, sir.

Sir.

I read your report, Commander.

My condolences to you
and to your crew.

Captain Picard's death is a loss
to the entire Federation.

Now, I see that you've asked

to postpone your mission
to the Argus sector.

For what reason?

I have a request, sir.

I would like to conduct
an investigation

into Captain Picard's death.

The Dessican authorities

have jurisdiction
in this case, Commander.

I know that, sir.

Frankly, I don't have
much confidence

in the authorities
on Dessica II.

There's every reason to believe
that they're corrupt.

Well, I suspect you're right,
but the question remains

are you the one to pursue this?

The Captain's death
hit me pretty hard

and I may not be
completely objective

but there's no one
who is more determined.

I won't rest until I find out
who's responsible.

All right, Commander.

I'm officially placing
the Enterprise on detached duty.

Your mission is
at your discretion.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Mmm... mmm.

Ah! Commander Riker.

I've been meaning
to speak to you.

I was wondering

if you could move me
to better quarters.

I-I don't care much
for the decor here.

These are
the best quarters we have.

Hmm.

I was hoping now that you've
had a chance to relax

you might have remembered
some of the details

about the aliens you saw...

something you may have
forgotten before.

Sorry. My memory isn't
what it used to be.

They murdered
a man in cold blood

in full sight of everyone
in the bar

and you can't remember
anything about them?

Now that you mention it,
I do remember one thing.

They said they'd kill anyone
who talked about what happened.

Do you know where they went?

So, you know who they are

and you know
where I can find them.

Perhaps I do.

What do you want?

Not a great deal, Commander.

Just a shuttlecraft.

I believe I'd like to travel
for a while

see more of the galaxy.

You understand.

A shuttlecraft.

Well, here's my offer.

Instead of the ship,
I'll give you some time.

Time?

If you're lucky,
you'll only spend

the next five years in prison,
instead of the next 20.

You've got 12
outstanding arrest warrants

for fraud and petty theft
in the Klingon Empire.

You tell me what you know,
I'll pull some strings.

Maybe they'll reduce
your sentence

after you've been extradited.

If I tell you what I know

you must promise
not to give me to the Klingons.

I'll think about it.

Perhaps you could... send me

to a Federation rehabilitation
colony instead.

Talk.

The aliens were some kind
of mercenary group.

They've been operating
in this sector

for the last six months.

Where do we find them?

I heard one of them mention
the Barradas system.

I think they were headed there.

You think?!

That's all I know.

Riker to Data.

Data here.

Take us out of orbit.

Set course
for the Barradas system.

Warp six.

Aye, sir.

Barradas III is
the only Class-M planet

in this system
and it is listed as unpopulated.

However, sensors have detected
intermittent energy signals

emanating from its surface.

What's the source?

Well, the signals
are difficult

to localize,
but they could be emissions

from some kind
of power converter.

Which would indicate
a base or a ship.

What else do we know
about Barradas III?

The planet was used
as an outpost for the Debrune

approximately 2,000 years ago.

The Federation's
archaeological survey

has catalogued numerous ruins
on the surface.

Mr. Worf,
I'd like a security detail

to accompany the away team
to the surface.

I'll lead the away team.
Geordi, you're with me.

Mr. Data, you have the Bridge.

Aye, sir.
Commander?

As Acting First Officer

I must question your decision
to accompany the away team.

If Captain Picard were here...

He's not.

I realize that, sir,
but if he were

and he wanted
to lead an away team

you would tell him
that the Captain's place...

Is on the Bridge.

Not this time.

Ensign, you take that area.

Yes, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Geordi?

It's tough to get
accurate sensor readings.

There's an awful lot
of interference in the area.

From what?

I'm not sure.

It's very unlocalized,
but it could be atmospheric.

What do you make of these?

Well, these ruins around here
are pretty ancient

but I'd say
that this indentation

was made fairly recently.

It could be the site
of some battlefield.

This doesn't look
like any blast point

I've ever seen.

The shape is too perfect.

Commander, there's
micro-crystalline damage

all throughout this area.

It's the same kind of pattern
that Dr. Crusher picked up

on the floor of that bar
on Dessica II.

Commander!

I've found something.

It looks as if someone
could have just dropped it.

La Forge to Enterprise.

We are under attack down here.

I repeat, we are under attack.

Commander, we've lost contact
with the away team.

Is there a malfunction?

No, sir.

The com system is being jammed.

What is the source?

Somewhere on the surface.

Bridge to Transporter Room Two.

Can you get a lock
on the away team?

Negative, sir.

There's too much interference.

I'm going to head
for those trees over there.

If I can get there, we might
be able to set up a cross fire.

Data to away team.

Please respond.

Data, we've been attacked.

We've got one casualty

and Commander Riker
has been taken captive.

Sir, the mercenaries
have beamed away.

They must have a base
or a ship nearby.

Can the sensors locate anything?

Commander, we're picking up
a vessel leaving orbit.

Why was it not detected earlier?

They could have been using
the planet as a shield.

Sir, they're powering up
their weapon systems.

Raise shields.

Red Alert.

Damage report.

Minor hit on the port deflector.
No damage.

They're running, sir.

Their speed is warp 8.7
and holding.

I think they're
at their maximum.

Take us to warp nine and pursue.

Lock phasers on target.

Sir, we should be
within phaser range

in 23 seconds.

Switching
to long-range scanners.

Commander, the sensor image
of that ship is extremely weak.

It's fading.

The ship doesn't register
on the long-range sensors.

I'm sorry, sir.

We've lost them.

Increase
the sensor field bandwidth.

Patch in
the lateral sensor arrays.

It's no good.

The signal's gone.

It just... disappeared.

Plot a course

and take us back
to Barradas III.

Notify the away team
to prepare for transport.

Aye, sir.

Starfleet Intelligence confirms

that a ship matching
this configuration

has been linked to raids

on several other planets
in this sector.

For the short time
it was within our visual range

we were able to take

sensor readings
of the mercenary vessel.

It appears to be encased
in an energy-absorbing material.

Although we can see the ship

this energy sheath renders it
virtually undetectable

to our long-range sensors.

There must be some way
we can track it.

Data?

I know this is a long shot

but if I remodulate
the long-range sensor array

I might be able to make it
sensitive enough

to detect the ship.

Without a full
compositional analysis

of the energy sheath,
our chances of finding

the correct remodulation
sequence are remote.

Sir, they have taken
Commander Riker.

We must do something.

We cannot just sit here.

On the contrary, Lieutenant

that is precisely
what we must do.

Since there are
no viable alternatives

we will return to the surface
and attempt to determine

what these mercenaries
are doing on this planet.

An investigation might reveal

some indication
of their purpose.

Please notify me
when you have assembled

your search teams.

Dismissed.

What's the problem?

I warned you not to push
the engines so hard.

Two of the power shunts
are on the verge of collapse.

We'll be lucky
if we can maintain warp six.

How long will it take to repair?

I can try to realign
the warp core.

It'll take at least 11 hours.

But I'll have to shut
the engines down completely.

We're not stopping.

We can't afford to be
sitting helpless in space.

I want warp eight
available in five hours

and I don't want
to hear your excuses.

What were you doing
on Barradas III?

William T. Riker

Commander, SC 231-427.

Oh, really?

Well, I am Arctus Baran

and I don't have a number.

Now, what were you doing
on Barradas III, Commander?

We were studying the ruins.

It was a scientific expedition.

Don't patronize me.

Those ruins have been studied
for centuries.

There's nothing new
to learn from them.

Then what were you doing there?

Oh, don't bother, Commander.

You can't remove it.

It's a neural servo
connected directly

to your nervous system.

It lets me control precisely
how much pain you feel.

This setting is
usually sufficient.

However, if necessary,
it can go much higher.

These devices were the idea
of my predecessor.

It's a convenient way
of enforcing discipline.

What happened to him?

He failed to enforce it with me.

This is a waste of time, Baran.

Get rid of him now.

You should be more patient,
Vekor.

It might be rewarding.

We will wait.

Let the memory of his pain
argue with him for a while.

It might change his attitude.

Vekor is right.
We should get rid of him.

It's dangerous having someone
from Starfleet on board.

Dangerous?

It might be profitable.

A Starfleet Commander
is a valuable hostage.

Starfleet won't negotiate
with us

but they'll pursue us
as long as we have him.

This discussion is over.

Get back to your post, Vekor.

They're right, Baran.

And you know it.

I say kill him.

Now.

If he has nothing to give us

we should kill him now
and be done with it.

Everybody seems to recognize
that fact, except you.

I don't need a consensus
to run this ship, Galen.

What's going on?

I'm bypassing
the aft plasma couplings.

The power loss should only last
for a few seconds.

You should learn
not to limit your options.

Riker could be very useful to us
in the future.

He may not be as useful
as you think

if this is the same Riker
that I've heard about.

What Riker might that be?

Commander of the Enterprise

formerly assigned
to the USS Hood.

That's right.

Then you must be
the William T. Riker

with a history
of insubordination.

He was even once
relieved of duty

during the Cardassian
incident

at Minos Korva.

How do you know all this?

Look, I've been
smuggling artifacts

from Federation sites for years.

You can't help developing

a familiarity with certain
Starfleet personnel.

If we hadn't have captured him

he'd probably have ended up
before a court-martial.

I've gotten out of them before.

Look, he's no use to us.

Finish him now

or let me do it for you.

Watch him.

We're accelerating.

What have you done?

It has nothing to do
with my repairs.

I think there's a malfunction

in the engine's
intermix chamber.

Plasma pressure is rising.

Where's the malfunction?

It could be one
of any 30 subsystems.

It'll take time to locate.

I don't think you're
going to have the chance.

Plasma pressure has reached
critical levels.

Seal off the intermix chamber.

I can't... the override sequence
won't engage.

The antimatter-flow regulator
is locked open.

Logic subsystem
still not responding.

Get out of the way.

Plasma pressure
has exceeded maximum levels.

Eight percent above critical
and rising.

We have to jettison the core.

No. We'll be stranded here.

The flow regulator is frozen.

Let me do it.

I've had a lot of experience

with this sort
of systems failure.

I might be able to do something.

Plasma pressure
is 11% above critical.

The containment fields

- are beginning to degrade.
- Go.

Flow regulator

is not responding
to manual override.

Containment fields
won't hold much longer.

Looks like you've got
a control logic lockout

on your regulator's subsystem.

I'm going to attempt
to run an active bypass

through the plasma-flow
converter.

You! Start running
phase-Iocked feedback

through that regulator.

I want about a six-second delay.

What are you saying?

I don't take orders from you.

You do as he says.

Plasma pressure is 14%
above critical.

If you fail...

We'll all be dead, anyway.

I just need a few more seconds.

Plasma pressure is dropping.

We're back into safe levels.

You want to make sure
that doesn't happen again

you'd better reinitiate
your regulator subcompressors.

A full diagnostic
of your intermix chamber

wouldn't hurt, either.

Do it.

Put him in quarters for now.

You still wish you'd killed me?

The search teams
have reported in.

They found several
archaeological sites.

Each one has been looted.

It's possible that

the micro-crystalline damage
I found

in these indentations
is the result of some kind

of high-energy transporter beam.

But I still don't understand.

There's nothing here
that's particularly valuable.

Why would anyone want
to steal any of these things?

Perhaps these artifacts

have a special value
to the Romulans.

The Romulans?

These structures were built
by the Debrune.

That race is an ancient offshoot
of the Romulans.

The ruins on the planet
where Captain Picard was killed

were also Romulan in origin.

The leader of the group
that attacked us was Romulan.

Perhaps they are controlling
the mercenaries.

The question remains...

why are they stealing
these artifacts?

There are several archaeological
sites in this sector

containing ruins
which are Romulan in origin.

These are the locations

that were attacked
by the mercenary vessel.

Looks like they did
a pretty thorough job.

The only sites not attacked
were on Calder II

Yadalla Prime and Draken IV.

Yadalla and Draken are
at the far edge of the sector

but Calder II... that's less than
a day from here at maximum warp.

That would be
their next likely target.

According to this

there's a Federation outpost
at Calder II.

But it is only
a small science station.

It has limited
defensive capabilities.

I do not believe
it could withstand an attack

from the mercenary ship.

Mr. Worf, send a message

to the Federation outpost
on Calder II.

Advise them that if a ship
matching the configuration

of the mercenary vessel
approaches

they should attempt
to delay it until our arrival.

Ensign, take us out of orbit.

Set a course
for the Calder system.

Warp nine.

Aye, sir.

We don't have much time.

It's good to see you, Will.

I didn't expect
to meet you here.

I was looking for the people
who killed you on the surface.

A witness said
they saw you vaporized.

These mercenaries use weapons

that can activate
their transporter.

It gives them the opportunity
to beam things away quickly

just by firing at them.

That's what they did to me.

I don't understand any of this.

Who are these people?

What are you doing
involved with them?

The site that I wanted
to study had been raided.

One of the artifacts
had been stolen.

The site had been
practically destroyed.

Well, I wanted to find out
who was responsible.

I tracked them
to that bar on Dessica II.

Well, I must have asked
too many questions.

They captured me.

They wanted to find out

how much I knew
about their operation.

And then you became
part of their crew?

I convinced them
I was a smuggler

and that my name was Galen.

I offered to help them
appraise the artifacts

that they'd stolen.

Will, these are not
common thieves.

They are stealing
Romulan artifacts

on archaeological sites
throughout this sector.

Baran has me analyzing
each one of them

for a particular
particle signature.

Will, they are looking
for a specific artifact.

Why?

That's what we have to find out.

Baran is the key.

I think that he knows more about
what we're really looking for

than anyone else on this ship.

I want you to get close to him.

Try and get his confidence.

That's why you set up
the engine failure...

because you knew
that I'd be able to fix it.

He also believes that you're

a less-than-perfect
Starfleet officer.

Will, I want you
to play into that role.

Baran and I...

well, he doesn't care
very much for me.

But he has to tolerate me

because he needs my help
with these artifacts.

But if you and I become enemies

then there's a better chance
of you and he becoming friends.

All right.

I'll do what I can.

What are you doing here?

Getting some answers.

Because you can't
get him to talk.

No one conducts
an interrogation on this ship

without my permission.

Is that understood?

Our next objective should prove
an interesting challenge.

We're headed for
the Sakethan burial mounds

on Calder II.

What?

Calder II isn't just another
archaeological site, you know.

It's a Federation outpost.

I don't see that as a problem.

It's defended by Starfleet.

You don't think
they're just going to stand by

while we walk in there
and take whatever we want?

I am familiar
with the tactical situation.

What are their defenses?

Nothing to worry about.

They have
a type-4 deflector shield

protecting the outpost
and the ruins.

They also have a minimum
of two phaser banks

and possibly photon torpedoes.

Is that enough to worry about?

How do you know
so much about this outpost?

Because I tried to smuggle
a Sakethan glyph stone

out of there
nearly two years ago.

I barely got away in one piece.

Our weapons are more
than a match

for their defenses.

I anticipate that we'll be able
to destroy the outpost

within 15 minutes.

Then we'll send in Tallera
and the landing party

to secure the relics.

Why don't we use Riker?

A Starfleet Commander

could talk us past
the outpost security

without raising
their suspicions.

Then, when their shields go down

we could beam the artifacts
up here

without ever leaving the ship.

Why would Riker help us?

Just because he's out of favor
with Starfleet

doesn't mean that he's ready
to betray them.

If he doesn't help us

we'll have
to destroy the outpost

and kill everyone on it.

He's still a Starfleet officer.

He won't want to take
innocent lives

if he can possibly prevent it.

The last time
we engaged Starfleet

we lost a man.

We can't afford
any more casualties.

If we can avoid a battle,
I think we should.

All right, we'll try it.

We'll be at Calder II
within five hours.

You all know your duties.

I want this ship
prepared for battle...

in case your plan doesn't work.

Computer, reset diagnostic
for a new sample.

Lot number... 478-B.

Access spectral analysis
and begin scan, mode three.

Scan complete.

Terikon particle decay profile

does not fall within
specified reference range.

Probability of match: 0.04%

Computer, reset diagnostic
for a new sample.

Lot number 369-B.

Access spectral analysis,
mode two, begin scan.

Baran wants to see
the analysis of the last lot.

He thinks you're moving
a little slowly.

You can tell Baran, if he wants

the analysis done faster,
he can do it himself.

If he wants it done correctly,
he can wait.

Do you enjoy living
dangerously, Galen?

Baran can kill you in an instant

if he activates
his control device.

I doubt that he'll do that.

I've increased the accuracy
of the identification process

by a factor of ten.

I'm the best person
to analyze these artifacts.

Baran knows that.

He may need you now,
but I know Baran.

And I can tell you

he's not going
to back down forever.

You accomplish nothing
by provoking him.

I don't like operating
in the dark.

If I knew what the point
of this mission were

why I was analyzing
these relics...

If Baran felt it were wise
to let the crew know that

I'm sure he would have.

Do you know
what all this is about?

What Baran knows, I know.

Then what's going on here?

Why are we risking our lives
taking these artifacts?

Who wants them?

I see no reason
to tell you anything.

But you can rest assured.

I don't necessarily
share everything I know

with Baran either.

This conversation, for example
will stay between us.

You can tell Baran
every word that I've said.

He knows that I don't think
much of him as a leader.

He's been in charge of this crew
for a long time.

Baran wouldn't last
five minutes as Captain

if he didn't have
that control device.

The crew follow him
because they have no choice.

Baran's power is based
on fear and intimidation.

That almost sounds
like a prelude to mutiny.

If someone were to challenge him

the rest of the crew
would follow.

I was right.

You do like living dangerously.

I like you, Galen.

I can tolerate a lot
from someone like you

but only to a point.

I intend to complete
this mission successfully

and get what's been promised me.

If it looks as though

you're getting
in the way of that

I'll deal with you myself.

Commander, no one is allowed
on the surface

without prior authorization

from the Federation
Science Council.

I'm aware of that, Lieutenant

but your outpost is
in imminent danger of attack.

I would like to station
security personnel

on the surface
for your protection.

Now, I'm ordering you
to drop your shields.

I'm sorry, sir

but the regulations
are very specific.

I can't do it.

If you'd like,
you can remain in orbit

until we contact
the Science Council.

But we're experiencing

some communication difficulties
right now, so that...

This isn't working.

They're delaying on purpose.

Someone has warned them.

Charge main disrupter array.

Destroy the outpost.

No! There's no time for that!

Starfleet will be here
any minute.

What are you doing?

I'm configuring
the disrupters to fire

a phase-resonant pulse.

If I can hit
their shield generator

with precisely
the right frequency

I should be able to take
it out with one shot.

Firing.

Their shields are down.

The artifacts should be located
in several small structures

arranged
in staggered formations.

I'm scanning.

I think I've found them.

Lock coordinates
and start bringing them up.

There should be
at least two more down there.

I've lost transporter lock.

They managed to get
their shields back up.

I need those artifacts.

Lock all disrupters on target.

This time, I want
that outpost destroyed.

Direct hit
on their aft deflectors.

They are undamaged.

Ensign, scan
for Starfleet combat signals.

Is Commander Riker
aboard that ship?

I can't tell, sir.

Sensors are unable
to penetrate their hull.

Open a channel.

Open.

This is the Federation
Starship Enterprise.

You are ordered to stand down.

Drop your shields,
and prepare to be boarded.

You sent them a message.

You told them where to find us.

That's ridiculous.

When did I have a chance?

This is set to kill.

Order your ship to disengage.

Activate visual.

Commander...

are you all right?

Tell them.

Mr. Data,
withdraw the Enterprise.

That's an order.

That is impossible, sir.

The ship you are on

has violated
a Federation outpost.

It is my duty to stop it.

I'm your commanding officer.

I'm giving you a direct order.

Understood?

Commander,
if you could explain...

I've never explained
my orders before.

I'm not about to start now.

I'm not about to let him
blow this ship into space.

If I can set up
a low-level com link

between the two ships

I can use my personal
command codes.

I can deactivate the shields.

Do it.

Sir, we are receiving
some kind of signal

from the mercenary ship.

These are Commander Riker's
access codes.

He is attempting
to shut down our shields.

That doesn't make sense.

He knows those codes
would have been changed

as soon as he was captured.

That is correct, Counselor.

He does know.

Mr. Worf...

prepare to drop shields.

Sir...

we would be totally defenseless.

I am aware of that.

Sir, as soon as they see us...

Mr. Worf...

that is an order.

Aye, sir.

It worked.

The shields are dropping.

Fire.