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[SEVEN NARRATING] Previously on
STAR TREK: Picard…

[KESTRA] I don't totally get it.

But I do know something really bad
happened to you.

You don't have a mom and a dad.
You have Captain Picard.

- I don't have Picard.
- But you could.

And he could have you.
And you could both have each other.

I already had
one grand heroic captain in my life.

The last thing I need is another one.

Ten years on,
I still can't close my eyes at night

without seeing the last one's blood
and brains splattered all over a bulkhead.

We are gonna take this Cube
away from them forever.

That sounds like a treaty violation to me.

Activate the Queencell.

[SEVEN] In case you ever need a vigilante.

[CHOKES]

What is the nature
of your medical emergency?

Deactivate EMH.

[CHOKES, GASPS]

I wish I didn't know what I know.
I wish they hadn't shown me.

[STEADY BEEP]

Narek, the Tal Shiar agent,

was looking for an implanted
memory of a real place.

And when I told him about
the lightning and the moons,

he said, "You found home."

I want to help you
to get back to that home.

Somebody's tailing us.
Must be since we left the Cube.

[BEEPS, HISSES]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[COMMODORE OH]
Our foremothers came to this system

looking for an answer
to the riddle of the Eightfold Stars.

What they found was
a storehouse of preserved memories

that showed them
the grim fate of the civilization

that perished here long ago.

We still do not know
the name of the mighty race

who left behind this object,

this Admonition,

warning us of the horror and annihilation
that came from the skies.

When our foremothers
first endured the Admonition,

we, the Zhat Vash, were born.

For hundreds of years since,
we have worked in shadow

to prevent a second coming
of the Destroyers.

It is this dreaded work
that you must now carry on.

What you are about to experience
will drive some of you mad.

But those of you who endure…

will be stronger.

Witness the devastation
that must be prevented.

Endure the Admonition…

if you can.

[CHANTING]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

No more!

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

[CRYING]

[CRYING CONTINUES]

We have to stop them.

We will.

How?

Where do we begin?

On the world the humans call Mars.

[RAMDHA CRIES]

Auntie?

Auntie?

No more.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

We have our work to do.

[NARISSA] Doctor Kabath says there's
no medical reason for this, Auntie.

I do believe you're malingering.

You were never entirely sane
to begin with, were you?

It was folly taking in Narek and me
after our parents died.

And sheer madness
submitting yourself for Admonishment.

Though, when you lost your mind,
you certainly did it with panache.

Breaking a Borg Cube
by the sheer force of your despair.

The Collective picked the wrong
Tal Shiar ship to assimilate that day.

They ought to have picked mine.

I'd have made a much better Borg than you.

"Resistance is futile."

Narek's located the synthetics' nest.

I've dispatched ships.

I'll be joining them as soon as
I've shut down this house of horrors.

If you wake up…

you can come along.

We've our work to do.

[COMM BEEPS]

Tell me you found the freak.

[MAN ON COMM] Yes, Colonel.

We've tracked him to the office

of the former director
of the Reclamation Project.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[ENERGY PULSATING]

[GUARD SHOUTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING CONTINUES]

[GROANING]

Where's Hugh?

[GASPS]

What is happening on this Cube?

All right.

I'm here.
It's all right.

[PICARD, ECHOING] Rios?

Rios?

Rios, this is Doctor Asha.

I need a secure subspace link.

[GASPS]

Rios?

Hey.

- Rios!
- What?

I need a secure subspace link
to Starfleet Command.

- What?
- What?

And what's the nearest starbase?

Deep Space 12.

Lay in a course.

Hey, lay in a course.

I will lay in a course for DS12.

But after that,
you're on your own, Picard.

I'm done.

You said you'd take me home.

Yes, and I will.

But we face a powerful enemy.

We can't do it without support.

Look, you have no choice but to trust me.

And I know that would
make me angry too, but…

I understand.

Let me find you a cabin.

Hi.
Raffi.

Soji.

Soji, I'm sorry, but your
new best friend, Jean-Luc,

already brought us one adorable
little homicidal double agent.

What the hell are
you talking about?

I'm talking about how
big a fool you really are.

Yeah. Come.
I'm sorry about her rudeness.

Raffi!

A neuron.
That's all you know about her.

You built this whole giant fantasy

of rescue and sacrifice and redemption
out of one pissant little neuron.

Now you put that away or
be prepared to use it on me.

Agnes Jurati had a
tracking isotope in her blood.

She's a Romulan spy.

Fact or theory?

Theory.

- Come.
- We think she killed Bruce Maddox.

Who is "we"?

She injected herself
with a hydrogen compound.

She was trying to destabilize

the viridium tracker
already present in her system.

And as soon as she did,
we shook our Tal Shiar tail.

Fact.
Not theory.

But to say that she's a Tal Shiar agent?

Maybe she didn't know about the viridium
until you picked up the tail.

Maybe. Or maybe they put her on this ship
to kill Bruce Maddox.

Right after they got done
killing Soji's sister.

Tell me about Maddox.

His injuries need not have been fatal.
She deactivated me.

Mm-hmm.

Then she turned off
the hematic micro repair unit

that was stabilizing
his cardiovascular function.

She was in distress.

Ugh. I… I told you
it was careless to bring her along.

Now you're telling us
that we need to trust the synth girl too?

Tell me, JL, what is Soji really like?

Hmm?

Do you know?

Does she?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Where are you going, Raffi?

To tell Rios I was right about Jurati.

See if it feels any better
to rub his face in it.

[SIGHS]

[CLANCY] That's a hell of a report.

And you thought I was a desperate old man.

Quixotic, paranoid, possibly senile…

Let's just leave it at "quixotic."

And now the windmills
have turned out to be giants.

You want an apology?

- I want a squadron.
- Jean-Luc…

Clancy!

Out there, in the Vayt system, right now,

beings who have as much right
to life and liberty as you and I

or Commander Data

are being hunted down by an enemy
who seeks to exterminate them…

- Jean-Luc!
- No, Clancy.

If you say
this is not a job for Starfleet,

then I'm sorry,
but you are a waste of space!

Admiral Picard,
with all due respect and at long last,

shut the fuck up.

I'm sending a squadron
to rendezvous with you at DS12.

Now stay put until they get there.

Clancy out.

Hmm.

You all right, buddy?

You seemed a little rattled back there.

Tell me how I can help you.

The Tal Shiar had a tracker
inside your girl Jurati,

and it looks like she killed Bruce Maddox.

Well, that's bad news.

Uh.
Yeah.

Unless you like giant, all-encompassing,
paranoid conspiracy theories,

then it's, you know,
kinda awesome.

You know, in a horrible way.

In bad situations, it's so important
to try and find something positive.

Goddamn it.
Which one are you?

Navigation. ENH.
Call me Enoch.

Where is Rios?

After he laid in the course
for Deep Space 12,

he activated us holograms
and went to his quarters.

Did he tell you why
he got so freaked out by that girl?

No, but… [CHUCKLES]

he said if I kept smiling at him,
he would punch me in the face.

Let me see if I can identify her for you.

Yes.

Her name is… Jana.

Mm-mmm.
Her name is Soji.

- Ask me about astronavigation!
- Ugh.

[STAMMERS] This caught my eye
while I was surveilling the Cube.

All these Romulans sitting around
drawing this over and over.

Eight circles. See?

Could those be planets?

Looks like an attempt
to depict an octonary.

A what now?

A planetary system
with eight component stars.

This is Nu Scorpii,

a septenary system,
which are extremely rare,

- but an octonary?
- Hmm.

There are accounts of one
in some ancient Romulan star atlases,

but… they're considered apocryphal.

They don't appear
in any of their modern charts.

The gravitational mechanics
would have to be…

incredibly complex.

[CHUCKLES]

A… All this time I've been
thinking that the Conclave of Eight

was eight people
who planned the attack on Mars,

but maybe the name
refers to the place where they met.

[SIGHS]

You are my favorite holo.

[CHUCKLES]

- [PA CHATTER]
- [NARISSA] Killed by a phaser.

The boy has a confederate.

[MAN ON PA] Sub-sectors gamma 8.11 through
.17 are currently in secure lockdown.

[NARISSA] Fenris Rangers.

And it's not hard to guess which one.

Why didn't you go with them?

Picard released me.

I found a cause even more lost than his.

Is this where the Borg Queen lived?

No.

She used to visit sometimes?

I can explain, or I can steal this Cube.

[CUBE POWERING UP]

[ALARM BLARING]

[BLARING CONTINUES]

What the hell is going on?

The Cube. It seems to be…
I would almost say it's regenerating.

We have to get rid of every Borg
still held in stasis immediately.

Can they be gassed?
Electrocuted?

We can blow the seals
and jettison them directly into space.

Oh, I like that.
See to it.

Yes, Colonel.

I'll get started on the xBs.

[BLARING CONTINUES]

I'll need this one too.

Come.

Is it all right?

It's good.

Is there something you'd prefer?

Honestly, I don't know.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

You don't know what it's like…

to have this vacuum inside of you, Picard.

To have someone ask if you
like eggs and have no idea

if the answer is coming from
you or your instruction set.

You're right.

I don't know what that's like.

I can only try and imagine it.

Your memories, your history,

to you feel like incidents
you heard about,

something that happened
to someone else.

Yes.

You feel that you don't
have a past anymore.

- Because I don't.
- That's not true.

You have a past.

You have a story just
waiting to be claimed.

You're talking about Data.

Among other things, yes.

All right.

Tell me about Data.

What was he like?

Well, Data was brave.

Curious.

Very gentle.

He had a child's wisdom…

unclouded by habit or bias.

He made us all laugh,

except when he was
trying to make us laugh.

And you loved him.

I…

Yes.
In my way.

Did he love you?

Data's capacity for expressing
and processing emotion was limited.

I suppose we had that in common.

[SNIFFS]

If I could see you with his eyes,
with his memories,

what would I see?

How would I know that?

What do you hope I would see?

How do you wish he would remember you?

You mean, if he had survived me
rather than the other way around?

I hope he would remember Jean-Luc Picard
as someone who believed in him,

who believed in his potential.

Celebrated his successes.

Counseled him when he fell short.

Helped him if he needed help,

and if he didn't need it,
got out of his way.

Words to that effect.

He loved you.

Chris?

Are you Chris?

No, lassie.
I'm the Emergency Engineering Hologram.

But I go by Ian.

First of all, I'm gonna ask you
never to call me "lassie" again.

Duly noted.

Have you seen Rios?

No. Captain's still hiding out
in his cabin.

Hiding out?
From what?

From Soji?

I dinnae ken for sure,
but I wouldn't be surprised.

Sight of that lassie's bound to
stir up unwelcome memories.

And why is that? Where
does he know her from?

I dinnae have
the faintest notion.

I ken it's true, but
I dinnae ken why.

Mm.

Lot of that going around.

Uh, engineering, right?
Let me ask you something.

What are the chances

that an octonary star system
would occur naturally?

Close to…

Close to nil, I'd say.

Meaning it would have to be built.

You'd have to capture eight suns.

Move them across light-years of space
and set them in motion.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

Why would you want to do that?

[SCOFFS]

Showin' off. Saying,
"Look what I can do."

[CHUCKLES]

Or maybe you had something
really important to say,

and you wanted to make sure
that people were paying attention.

Like, if you wanted to
leave them a warning.

[RAFFI GASPS]

I'm getting closer.
Ian, I can feel it.

Aye.
And how's it feel?

Absolutely terrifying.

Burgundy.

[BEEPING]

- Red wine.
- [BEEPING]

What is the nature
of your hospitality emergency?

I need a glass of red wine.

You disabled alcohol service
from your quarters two days ago.

Reinstate it.
Override.

You locked yourself out of override and…

out of meta-override.

Then shoot me in the head.

[SIGHS]

What's with Rios?
Should I be worried about him?

He could use someone to talk to.

Someone who doesn't look exactly like him,
only better groomed.

How do you know that?

Are you all networked directly to Rios?

When Captain Rios acquired La Sirena,
he selected the self-scan option.

He claims it was an accident,
but he never bothered to revert it, so…

So, you're all Rios?

Overlaid on the five basic installs?

Not, not, not precisely.

He went in later and made some
deletions. Careless ones, I must say.

Ask me the proper temperature
for making Yridian tea.

I no longer have any idea. In
any case, it's hard to explain.

But I am aware, or rather

my algorithms allow me to predict
with a high degree of confidence,

that Captain Rios is in sore need
of a confidant right about now.

[GRUNTS]

[COMM BEEPS]

[ON COMM] Rios?
Honey, it's Raffi.

Thought you might need some company.

Piss off.

- [RAFFI] Pissing off.
- [COMM BEEPS]

[GASPS]

These are the ones Hugh reclaimed.

Thousands more are still in stasis.

- Wake them up.
- They'll be useless,

lost without the voice of the Collective.

I could reactivate
and reconnect their transceivers.

Create a kind of micro-collective
of just the Borg on this Cube.

Coordinate their movements,
deploy them against the Romulan troops.

That sounds amazing.
Do that.

Assimilate them.

Invade their minds.
Suppress their identities.

Enslave them again.

You can release them when we win.

They won't want to be released, and I…

I might not want to release them.

Hmm.

Maybe this was a mistake.

All right.
Somewhere,

underneath this absurd
spectacle I see before me,

are five broken
pieces of Captain Rios.

It's like you each
got dealt a hole card.

How about you turn
them over, hmm?

Sit up.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

- [SIGHS]
- Okay. L… Let's start with the girl.

Um, Ian, you called her "Jana."
You said you recognized her.

I did.
I do.

- I do too.
- Huh?

Yes, Jana.
Poor thing.

It was just so tragic.

I…

- No. Sorry.
- [SIGHS]

It's like my knowledge of Medusan
astrogation techniques, totally gone.

It's something to do with his time
on the ibn Majid with his captain.

Aye.
Captain Alonzo Vandermeer.

[RAFFI] Oh… What about him?
Were they close?

Is he alive?

It's, um…

[GROANS]

The information's there somewhere.
I can feel it…

but I can't quite get at it.

[SNORING]

Emmet!

[SIGHS]

- [GRUNTS] What?
- [RAFFI] Ugh.

What happened to Vandermeer?

- Capitán Vandermeer?
- [RAFFI] Mm.

[SIGHS]

[IMITATES GUNSHOT]

Oh.
Well, that's awful.

- Do we know why?
- [IAN] It's one of those things

you ken but you do not say.

[EMMET GRUNTS]

- Turns out we don't actually "ken."
- [CHUCKLES]

I can feel the answer,
or a ghost of it.

This may violate my Hippocratic coding,

but after the whole thing was over,

Captain Rios suffered
some kind of breakdown.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

- [EXHALES]
- That's why he was discharged.

Wh… Um. "Whole thing"?
What whole thing?

[SIGHS]
Something happened on the ibn Majid,

something that had to do with
Vandermeer and a girl named Jana.

Don't bother searching for ship's logs
or personal records on the ibn Majid.

- Why?
- It was all classified.

[RAFFI] Because?

Oh. [GRUNTS] Oh, come on.
One of you knows.

What happened on the ibn Majid?

- One of us knows.
- [BLUSTERS]

And he's sae fou as a piper
an' awfu aff the fang.

So true, Ian.

I mean…

it's not even a language.

Did it work?

You neutralized the viridium,
if that's what you mean.

We're no longer being
tracked by the Tal Shiar.

We are now headed
for Deep Space 12.

When we arrive, you will
surrender yourself to the authorities

for the murder of Bruce Maddox.

[SIGHS]

I have been trying to work it out.

[EXHALES SHAKILY]

How you could have done such a thing.

He was your mentor.

Your…
lover?

[PICARD SIGHS]

Why?

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

I had to.

When Commodore Oh
came to find me that day, she…

She did something to me.

Poisoned me.

So, the head of Starfleet Security
had you ingest a viridium tracker?

Yes.

But that's not what I'm talking about.

She put poison in my mind, Picard.

She…

put her hands on my head and poured in…

[CRIES]

She put in a psychic block
to keep me from talking about it.

Oh… you must fight…

I don't want to talk about it!

Do you believe in hell?

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Yeah, neither did I.

Until I saw it.

Now…

I think about suicide every day.

That's how I comfort myself.

Was this experience,

this… vision of Oh's,

one that she lived through herself?

No.
No.

It happened…

thousands of centuries ago.

Because of hubris.
Hubris like Bruce's.

Because of synthetic life?

We are at a threshold.

I saw it, Picard.
Oh showed me.

Unless we act quickly and destroy
even the possibility of synthetic life…

Hell will come again.

And this threshold…

[SOJI] Is the coming of Seb-Cheneb…

the Destroyer.

Me.

[♫ BLUES MUSIC PLAYING]

[BEEPING]

So…

Captain Alonzo Vandermeer.

Is that his Walkman?

I used to pretend he was my father.

Called him "Pops" in my head.

Couple of times, it almost slipped out.

Kind of a surprise when he
turned out to be a cold-blooded murderer.

Who?

Who did he murder?

[JURATI] Do you sleep?

Every night.

[CHUCKLES]

You sleep every night.
My God.

Do you eat?

When I'm hungry.

What do you do when you're sad?

Cry.

Thirsty?

Drink.

[CHUCKLING] You drink when you're thirsty.

[SNIFFS]

That is so beautiful.

We were way the hell out
in the Vayt sector.

Picked up a diplomatic mission
out of nowhere.

Tiny ship.
Unknown design.

Two passengers.

We scanned them.
They checked out.

We sent the info to Starfleet
and notified them of a first contact.

Then we beamed them on board.

The ambassador, Beautiful Flower…

and his young protégé.

Jana.

You have a constellation
of three beauty marks on your right cheek.

Which is a good thing?

Which is artistry.

Noonien Soong, who made Data,
thought of himself as an artist, but…

he never gave Data three beauty marks.

I also have a mole on my chest.
And a crooked pinkie toe.

[CHUCKLES] You are a wonder.

A… technological masterpiece
and a work of art.

Am I a person?

[RIOS] We shake hands.

We sit down, have a bite to eat.

Few hours later, Alonzo Vandermeer
kills them both in cold blood.

Takes them both out
with two quick pops of a phaser.

Why?

Am I a person?

Not in theory.

To you, right now,
looking at me, talking to me.

Do you consider me to be
a person like you?

It was a black-flag directive,
straight from Starfleet Security.

- [SCOFFS]
- He told me they said if he disobeyed,

the ibn Majid would be
destroyed with all hands.

What?

I went at him hard.

Pretty hard.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

[WHIMPERS]

That's when he put the phaser in
his mouth and pulled the trigger.

Oh, Chris.

Raffi, then I covered it up.

[SIGHS]

Like he was supposed to do.

So it wouldn't all be for nothing.

So they wouldn't blow up
the ibn Majid and everyone on it.

I beamed the bodies into space,
deleted it from the transporter log.

Let the whole fleet know
that Alonzo Vandermeer

had killed himself
for no fucking reason at all.

[CHUCKLES]

[SNIFFS]

Six months later, I was out of Starfleet.

They called it "post-traumatic dysphoria."

- But I was just…
- Broken.

I'm so sorry, babe.

When that girl beamed aboard today…

I mean, Raffi…

it's the same girl.

The other one sketched it
while we were talking.

They were synths.

That's why they had to die.

[SIGHS]

Chris.

Who gave the order?

Commodore Oh ordered you to kill me too.

I would never give you the opportunity.

[JURATI] Now that I've met you,

I would never take it.

Never, ever again.

Okay?

[ALARM BLARING]

[PA CHATTER]

[xBS GRUNTING]

[BLARING CONTINUES]

I'm afraid I broke your gun.

Someone get me another weapon.

The lights are going out.

Are those Borg life signs?

[MAN ON PA] This is not a protocol drill.

If you will not reach your evac station
in the allotted time,

seek immediate shelter
and employ all possible measures…

- Do they frighten you?
- …to avoid detection.

I'd be a fool if they didn't.

Something far worse is coming,
Centurion…

if I fail in my work.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[AS BORG COLLECTIVE] We are Borg.

[CHANTING]
We are Borg. We are Borg. We are Borg.

- We are Borg.
- Now.

We are Borg.

[SCREECHING]

[ECHOING] No!

No!
No!

[DOOR OPENS]

Well…

I'm done murdering people.

So, that's a good thing.

When we get to Deep Space 12,
I'm gonna turn myself in.

[SIGHS]

Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

You all are the closest
I've come in a long time…

maybe ever, to having a…

crew.

I'm sorry I had to fucking ruin it.

Should we get into it?

[REPLICATOR BEEPS]

I'm sorry too.

Peppermint. French fries.

To me it looks kinda disgusting,
but you love it, right?

How did you know?

We'll get there, honey.

Now listen.

200,000, 300,000 years ago,

somebody drags eight suns together.

They hang a planet in the middle.

And on this planet, they place a warning.

The Romulans call it the Admonition.

This warning says, "Don't do what we did.

We created synthetic life-forms, and"…

And they evolved.

And it did not go well… at all.

Meaning?

Apparently, these people believed there
was a threshold of synthetic evolution.

A dividing line.

Like the Zefram Cochrane warp drive?

When you cross that line,
somebody shows up.

Somebody really bad.

The Romulans, it seems,
took this Admonition very seriously.

They created a group,

the Zhat Vash,

dedicated to finding

and terminating all synthetic life.

[RAFFI] So, imagine 30, 40 years ago,

Doctor Noonien Soong
starts turning out synthetic life

that's equal to human beings,
superior in some ways.

The Romulans send in a mole,

a half-Romulan Vulcan named Oh.

She burrows into Starfleet,

rises through the ranks
and becomes head of Security.

And all the while she has one mandate…

to put a stop to the Federation's research
and development of synthetic life-forms.

To this end,

she decides to engineer
a situation so terrifying

that the Federation's only response

will be to ban synths forever.

The Romulans were
behind the attack on Mars.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Has a certain ring to it.

Am I right?

Carry on.

[RAFFI] But the commodore's
work wasn't done.

Nine years ago,
a Starfleet vessel had first contact

with a pair of emissaries
from a strange new world.

One called himself Beautiful Flower.

- The other one was…
- Jana.

How do I know that?

The same way I know you like to dip
french fries in peppermint ice cream.

[RAFFI] Jana and this Flower

came from the world
that Bruce Maddox fled to

when he left Earth after the ban,

bound and determined
to carry out his work.

And the Zhat Vash have been
searching for this world ever since.

Which they have now
found because of me.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

Excuse me.

[POWERING UP]

[BEEPING]

[RIOS] Soji, what are you doing?

Emmet, ayuda.

- Emmet!
- [SOJI] I deactivated them. Don't worry.

I'm not going to hurt anybody.
I just need to get back home.

You'll get your ship back, Rios,
the minute we're there.

Kid, I understand why you're
doing this, but it's not right.

- We wanna help you. You cannot just…
- How can you possibly understand?

Is someone trying to wipe out your family?
Do you even have a family?

I do not.

Wh… What is that?
Is that some kind of subspace tunneling?

It's a map of the Borg
transwarp conduit network.

At this speed, we're about nine
hours from the nearest node.

I don't actually know how I know that.

I must have picked it up on the Cube
while I was busy being Doctor Soji Asha.

The second I heard the truth
about the ban, the Admonition,

and what happened to my brother
and sister on the ibn Majid,

I suddenly seem to know
a whole lot of things.

Do you know this?

[SINGING IN SPANISH]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[SHIP POWERS DOWN]

It's a lullaby
my mother used to sing to me.

She didn't like other people
playing with her things either.

She's done it Maddox's way.
She's done it my way.

Let's try doing it her way

and hope we get there
in time to warn them.

[SIGHS]

Actually…

I don't know how to work this.

[CHUCKLES]

So, your plan is just fly
into a transwarp conduit,

don't set up a structural integrity field,
no chroniton field,

just jump right in,
gravimetric shear be damned?

Sirena is my goddamn ship, hija.

Captain Rios, please take me home.

For Jana's sake.

I got you.

[SHIP POWERS UP]

[CENTURION] The fleet has the coordinates
for the synthetic homeworld.

They're leaving now.

- Have all the Borg been jettisoned?
- Yes, Colonel.

In an hour, we'll have the xBs
mopped up and be ready to embark.

And is my ship ready for departure?

[SPEAKING ROMULAN]

[XBS GRUNT]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

They are gone.

It is over.
The Cube is ours again.

So…

are you gonna assimilate me now?

Annika still has work to do.

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[PICARD] You know, I remember
standing the night watch

as a young ensign
on the bridge of the Reliant,

feeling I was the only one awake…

in all that emptiness,

all that silence.

I'd forgotten,

until…

just now…

how much I loved it.

I knew Alonzo Vandermeer slightly.

He was first officer to an
Academy classmate of mine.

Captain Marta Batanides.

You knew her?

No, but… I felt like I did.

She was a legend to
the old man, my old man…

Captain Vandermeer.

Hmm.

Did he know they were synthetic?

I have to believe that he did.

He must have thought
that because of that…

he'd be able to live with it.

I didn't know him well, as I said, but…

I felt he was a good man.

One of the best
that Starfleet had to offer.

He was.

I, um…

I hate that he died thinking it was
really Starfleet that betrayed him,

betrayed itself.

But Starfleet did betray him.

We did betray ourselves,

long before Oh gave Vandermeer that order.

The ban itself was a betrayal.

Oh, the Zhat Vash, they set the trap.

But we could merely have sidestepped it.

Instead, we gave way to fear.

It took her all of five minutes
to hack my ship, Picard.

And now maybe there's
a whole planet of them?

Raffi said the Romulans
call her The Destroyer.

What if they're right?

They may be right about what
happened 200,000 years ago.

The past is written,
but the future is left for us to write,

and we have powerful tools, Rios.

Openness,
optimism

and the spirit of curiosity.

All they have is secrecy
and fear.

And fear is the great destroyer, Rios,
not…

We're there.

[BEEPING]