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Computer, lights.

Computer, turn on the lights.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Good. You're awake.

- Who are you?
- Please, counselor, there's little time.

The commander will be calling
for you at any moment.

Where am I?

You are aboard the
Imperial Romulan warbird Khazara.

I am Subcommander N'Vek.

Warbird?

I was at the, uh, neuropsychology
seminar at Bokara VI.

The last thing I remember
was returning to my quarters.

I was attacked. I felt a hypospray.

It was necessary.

I could not be certain
you would come voluntarily.

Oh, God, my head's still spinning.

There are drugs in your system,
but they've nearly dissipated.

The disorientation will soon pass.

Why have you brought me here?

Listen to me carefully.
You are no longer Deanna Troi.

You are Major Rakal of the Tal Shiar,
the Imperial Intelligence.

- Commander Toreth will--
- Am I a prisoner?

There is no time to explain
everything. You must listen.

Commander Toreth
will want to know your mission.

Tell her nothing.

Simply instruct her to proceed
to the Kaleb sector,

heading 102, mark four.

The Kaleb sector?

Repeat it. Heading 102, mark four.

Heading 102, mark four.

And she'll take orders from me?

You are an officer of the Tal Shiar.

She will obey you.
But do not push her too far.

Subcommander N 'Vek,

we are approaching
the loading point.

Bring our guest to the bridge.

Yes, commander. Immediately.

Please, we must hurry.

I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me what's going on.

You are a Starfleet officer
disguised as a Romulan.

Unless you trust me
and do exactly as I have said,

Toreth will discover you
and you will be killed.

How do I know
I won't be killed anyway?

Your only chance to get off this ship
alive is to do as I say.

You are an empath.

You would know if I am lying. Am I?

No.

Then let us go see the commander.

Orbit established, commander.

Commence loading of the cargo.

Notify me when the transfer
is complete.

Yes, sir.

Commander, may I present
Major Rakal of the Tal Shiar.

This is Commander Toreth.

Attend to your station.

Why are you here
without your guards?

Well?

The mission is one of utmost secrecy.
I could not risk bringing guards.

And what exactly is the nature
of this clandestine assignment?

I cannot reveal that.

Oh? Why not?

I'm under orders.

You don't act like a member
of the Tal Shiar.

How long have you been
with Intelligence?

Several months.

Ah.

Commander,
cargo is on board and secure.

Tell me...

...is there a reason why the
commander of the ship

is kept ignorant of its cargo?

I don't know what you mean.

I have been ordered to take on cargo
but its contents are unknown to me.

Does that seem wise?

I am responsible for the safety
of this ship and its crew.

How do I know this cargo
is safe to transport?

I'm sure it is safe,
otherwise it would not

- have been loaded.
- Ah.

The Tal Shiar is deeply concerned

for the safety
and the well-being of the military.

I'm sure that every person
on the bridge of this ship

could offer testimony about personal
experiences with the Tal Shiar.

But I doubt that many could recall
those encounters

as tender and caring.

So I must ask you
to forgive me, major,

if I hesitate to accept
your assurances

that that cargo presents
no danger to my crew.

I intend to open those containers.

That cargo is the property
of the Tal Shiar.

You will not touch it.

- On whose authority?
- Mine.

And if you do not wish to undergo

another personal experience
with the Tal Shiar,

I suggest
you not question me again.

Now proceed on course bearing
102, mark four, to the Kaleb sector.

Why should we go
to the Kaleb sector?

It's virtually deserted.

Because those are your orders.

Pilot, set course, 102, mark four.

Warp 6.

Yes, commander.

Captain's log, stardate 46519.1.

We have arrived
at Research Station 75

to take on a rather
unique passenger.

One whose homecoming
will undoubtedly be difficult.

The man acted dishonorably.
He is a traitor.

He risked his life to get here,
spent two weeks alone in a scout ship.

That does not excuse
his original actions.

Well, maybe he finally realized
he made a mistake.

That's 20 years too late.

Energize.

Ensign DeSeve,
by order of Starfleet Command,

I am placing you
under arrest for treason.

I understand.

After Dr. Crusher
declares you medically fit,

you will be confined to your quarters
until a court-martial can be convened.

Find some civilian clothes.
I don't wanna see you in that uniform.

Yes, sir.

Commander,
I must speak with Captain Picard.

He's a busy man.

Please, it's important. Urgent.

I'll tell him.

Commander.

At ease. It's captain, actually.

Of course. Sorry, sir.

- Said it was important that I see you.
- Yes, captain.

I have a message
from Ambassador Spock.

He said you would understand.

There's a Corvallen freighter
arriving in the Kaleb sector

in the next 12 hours.

Spock wants you
to rendezvous with that ship.

Bring its cargo back
to Federation space.

What kind of cargo?

He said it was important to the future
of the Romulans and the Federation.

You have returned in order
to give me this message?

Partly.

In order to know

whether Ambassador Spock's
message is being delivered accurately,

I need to understand something
about the messenger.

I was ready to come back.

Romulus had lost its appeal.

Yet at one time you found something
very appealing about it.

The Romulans are very moral,
captain.

They have an absolute certainty
about what is right and what is wrong,

who is a friend and who's an enemy.

Strict moral compass which provides
them with a clarity of purpose.

At one time,
I found their sense of purpose,

their passion and commitment,
to be very compelling.

But not anymore?

As I've grown older,
I realize that clarity of purpose

is a more ambiguous matter
than I had thought in my youth.

Commander Riker,
set a course for the Kaleb sector.

Warp factor 8.

Aye, aye, sir.

You may wait outside.
Make certain we're not disturbed.

They're terrified of me.

The purpose of the Tal Shiar
is to ensure loyalty.

To defy them
is to invite imprisonment or death.

I think it's time you told me
what this is all about.

That is why I called you here.

These are the cargo containers
we brought on board earlier.

What's in it?

He's alive, in stasis.

Who is it?

Vice-Proconsul M'ret
of the Imperial Senate

and his two top aides.

M ' ret?

He's one of the highest ranking
members of the Romulan government.

His defection will be
a profound blow to Romulus.

Why is he doing this?

M'ret had questioned the repressive
activities of the government

and was in danger
of being imprisoned.

He is willing to take this risk
in order to protest Romulan policy

and support
the dissident movement.

You're part of Ambassador Spock's
underground movement.

Yes.

If we are able to deliver M'ret safely,

Spock is hopeful that
we can establish an escape route

for thousands of dissidents
who live in fear of their lives.

Now you realize why we are willing
to go to such extraordinary lengths,

even kidnapping you,
to make sure we succeed.

You've given me the identity
of a Tal Shiar officer.

Is there a real Major Rakal?

There was.

She was killed so that
you could take her place.

Only a member of the Tal Shiar
would have the authority

to alter a ship's mission.

Why me?

You could have found
a Romulan to play this role.

Yes, for the first part of the plan.

But if anything goes wrong,
we will need a Starfleet officer.

Why?

There's no need to go into that
unless it becomes necessary.

For your own sake, counselor,

the less you know about
the specifics of this plan, the better.

What is your plan?

When we reach the Kaleb sector,

we will rendezvous
with a Corvallen freighter.

You will take these containers
into their ship

and accompany them back
to Starfleet headquarters.

The Corvallens are mercenaries.

Do they know
what's in these containers?

No. They were hired simply
to take you to Federation space.

Very well.

We are due in the wardroom shortly.

The senior officers
always dine together.

I'll go to my quarters.

I think it would be best if I stayed
out of the way of the commander.

No. You will be expected to attend.

I'll go ahead.
Follow me after a few moments.

Commander Toreth must not feel
that anything is unusual.

We've been told that
the Klingon outpost was undefended.

So when their warships decloaked,

they took us
completely by a surprise.

The Klingons managed
to destroy half my squadron

before we even opened fire.

But when we did, ha,
they were no match for us.

I destroyed their flagship myself.

I received the Sotarek Citation
for my actions that day.

The Intelligence officer in charge
of that mission was executed.

Major, welcome to our table.

Commander.

I suggest you try the viinerine.

It's quite good.

I realize it's nothing

compared to what you're
accustomed to on Romulus,

but you could at least
try the viinerine.

I've smelled better viinerine
on prison ships.

No doubt.

Tell me, major, where did you train?

The Intelligence Academy
or the Imperial War College?

- The Academy.
- Oh.

So you must know
Commander Konsab.

I know of him.

I assume you studied
military history with him?

Yes.

Tell me, major...

...what do you think about
his theories on the differences

between the military
and the Tal Shiar?

Which aspects are you referring to?

Come now, major.

Surely you attended
his classes regularly.

It was Konsab's main theme.

Do you have a point to make,
commander?

If so, it has escaped me.

Commander Konsab believes
that in order to function,

military officers
have to trust each other.

The Tal Shiar, on the other hand,
trust no one.

They expect deception
so they always find it.

Your opinion of the Tal Shiar
is quite clear, commander.

I hope so.

We ensure the loyalty of the people.

Do you believe the empire would be
better off without our protection?

Protection? From what?

How is the empire threatened
by the words of an old man,

a devoted citizen who merely
tried to speak his mind?

How did the Tal Shiar protect
the empire by dragging him, my father,

out of his home
in the middle of the night?

Clearly your father was a traitor.

No.

He was just an idealistic old man.

I never saw him again.

I don't need your devotion,
commander.

Just your obedience.

And that's all you have.

Commander, sensors are picking up

an unidentified ship
on an intercept course.

What is the configuration?

It appears to be a freighter,
commander.

Hail them.

Visual.

Commander,
we are glad to see you.

We are prepared to transfer
your cargo as agreed.

With whom do you have
this agreement?

Our arrangements
were made with Major Rakal.

You may rest assured your cargo
will be taken safely to its destination.

We will transmit coordinates
for you to beam it aboard.

- He's lying.
- Very well. Proceed.

They have no intention
of keeping their word.

- Are you certain?
- Yes.

Why did you destroy that vessel?

I beg forgiveness, commander,

but Major Rakal ordered me to fire.

The Corvallen freighter has been
completely destroyed, commander.

There are no survivors.

I demand an explanation.

How many people
were on that ship?

Approximately 18 people, sir.

I don't care
if there were 18 or 800.

On this ship,
I give the command to fire, major.

- You have no right to come--
- This gives me the right!

Even you eventually
will have to answer to someone.

You will be held accountable.

I have been given
broad discretionary powers.

Subcommander N'Vek
acted under my authority,

the authority of the Tal Shiar.

I assure you,
this action will not be questioned.

I will nonetheless
make an entry in my log

that I am not responsible
for those 18 lives

and that I deplore their loss.

Do whatever you feel is necessary.

In the meantime,
we must protect ourselves.

Engage the cloaking device.

And what are my orders now,
major?

Hold position and wait.

There is no sign of the freighter, sir.
We are the only ship in the area.

Ensign, verify our position.

We are holding at the coordinates
specified by Ensign DeSeve, sir.

Anything on long-range sensors?

Sensors indicate no other ships
within three light years.

Could this have been a hoax?

That's one possibility.

Mr. Worf, bring Ensign DeSeve
to my ready room.

Aye, sir.

Ensign DeSeve, you promised me
a freighter with an important cargo.

The only thing here is empty space.
Do you have an explanation?

I don't understand.

Captain, he has deceived us.

No.

I was told that the ship
would be at these coordinates.

You said that the message

came directly
from Ambassador Spock.

Yes.

Well, not exactly.

And what does that mean?

Someone else
relayed the message to me,

but he said Spock
spoke directly to him.

I trust the man who spoke to me.

- He would not have lied.
- Ah.

- Was he a Romulan?
- Yes.

He's a member of the underground,
a dissident.

He risks his life

to work with those who want
a different future for Romulus.

Captain, he could be
leading us into a trap.

No, that is not so.

It would be risky to set a trap here
so close to Federation space.

The fact remains, here we are,
there is no freighter.

Did your contact tell you
anything else that might be helpful?

The freighter
is an old Antares-class vessel

with limited speed and range.

It couldn't have taken on its cargo
more than a day ago,

which means it must be
within 15 light years of here.

Why didn't you mention this earlier?

It didn't seem necessary.

And on Romulus, you learn
not to volunteer information.

It's a hard habit to break.

Well, maybe now
would be a good time to start.

Follow me, gentlemen.

- Our plan has collapsed.
- Our plan?

What about the people
on that freighter?

Why did you fire?

There was no alternative.
You told me they couldn't be trusted.

If I let them live, the whole mission
would be in jeopardy.

Eighteen people lost their lives.

Don't lecture me, counselor.

A number of people have died
in order to carry out this mission.

Believe me,
those 18 won't be the last.

I'm sorry, but I can't dismiss
those lives so easily.

Fine.

Agonize all you want, but
don't let it get in the way of our plan.

You don't have a plan anymore.

You remember I told you

if anything went wrong,
we would need a Starfleet officer.

There is a Starfleet base
on Draken IV.

It is two days away
at maximum warp.

That's where we're going.

In a Romulan ship?

Yes.

It's your job to order Toreth
to proceed into Federation territory.

We'll never get through
the gravitic sensor nets.

We will, if you provide
the correct access codes.

Do you really think
this has a chance of succeeding?

If you have another idea,
I'll be happy to consider it.

You will plot a course
for the Draken System.

You can't be serious.

Draken IV
was the freighter's destination.

I ordered the freighter destroyed
because I recognized the captain,

a known Federation spy.

Now we must deliver
the cargo ourselves.

We--?

I do not intend
to explain myself to you.

You will set a course--

In order to reach Draken,

we will have to travel through
Federation space for nearly 2O hours.

That is not a problem.

Contrary to the propaganda
that your superiors

would have us believe,
Starfleet is neither weak nor foolish.

And the chances of us reaching
Draken undetected are not good.

We will be cloaked.

And you would know that if you
had spent any time at all in the field.

The Federation has littered its borders
with subspace listening posts,

with gravitic sensors.

They may even have a tachyon
detection grid in operation,

in which case they would know
that we're there.

If we are discovered
in Federation territory,

it will be interpreted
as an act of war.

The Tal Shiar has obtained
access codes to sensor nets.

I will provide them if necessary.

That will be no guarantee
that we will escape undetected.

Your cowardice does not befit
a Romulan soldier.

People blame the military
for the wars that we are asked to fight.

But I think it is your kind, major,
that will be the death of us all.

Plot a course
for the Draken System.

Course plotted, sir.

Prepare for warp.

Commander,
sensors are picking up a vessel.

Our cloaking device is still engaged.
They have not detected us.

Activate viewscreen.

Enlarge.

It is the Enterprise, commander.

Well, major,

it appears your suspicions about
the freighter were correct after all.

The Federation has come
in search of its spies.

Status.

They are scanning
the debris of the freighter.

Shield levels normal,
weapon systems not active.

They are not prepared for battle, sir.

Well, they weren't expecting
to find us here

and I see no reason
to alter that perception.

The radiation from the debris field
could make our cloak detectable

if we engage warp engines.

Proceed at maneuvering speed.

One moment, commander.

We should hold our position
until the Enterprise has left the area.

We cannot risk detection.

Even if we are detected,

they cannot track us
once we go to warp.

We have not established
their intentions.

Their intentions are obvious, major,
and of no concern to us.

Proceed on course.
Maneuvering engines only.

Go to warp
when we clear the debris field.

Yes, commander.

We should clear the field
in 27 minutes.

You will keep me informed
of our progress.

It is not wise to challenge
the Tal Shiar, commander.

I will not let her
tell me how to run my ship.

It appears to be the remains of a ship.

My analysis indicates that
it was an Antares-class freighter.

That's the ship
we were supposed to meet.

Could there have been
some kind of malfunction?

A reactor core breach?

I do not believe so, sir.

That would not be consistent
with the debris pattern.

However, sensors indicate extremely
high levels of residual anti-protons.

- Romulan disruptor fire.
- Correct.

And based on the anti-proton decay,

I would estimate the incident
occurred within the last 4.3 hours.

Then the Romulans
could still be in the vicinity.

Red alert. Shields at maximum.

Whatever
that freighter was carrying,

they certainly
didn't want it to reach us.

- Sure you don't know what it was?
- No, sir, I swear it.

All we have here are questions.

Mr. Data, continue with your scan.

We have to get a message
to the Enterprise.

That's impossible.

It's a perfect opportunity.
The Enterprise is nearby.

If we can communicate with them,
they might be able to help us.

Counselor, this ship
is traveling under cloak.

All of our electromagnetic emissions
are being monitored.

Any attempt
at communication whatsoever

and we would be
discovered instantly.

It could not succeed.

We must continue to Draken IV.
That is the safest course.

Is there anything you can do
to the ship or to the cloaking device

that would let
the Enterprise track us?

Track us? No.

We want to get
into Federation territory undetected.

What we want is to get
the dissidents to safety.

Now, answer the question,
is there a way?

If there were, I wouldn't do it.

Yes, you will.

- Counselor--
- We're not playing it your way, N'Vek.

I've been kidnapped,
surgically altered, put in danger.

I've gone along with all your plans,
now you are going to listen to me.

You find a way
to let the Enterprise track us

or I will go to Toreth and tell her
I've discovered you're a traitor!

I'll have you ejected into space!
Is that clear, subcommander?

There is one possibility.

In order for a ship
to remain undetectable while cloaked,

the radiative emissions
from the warp engines

must be precisely balanced.

The ship's engineer
is a sympathizer.

He may be able to slightly misalign
one of the nullifier cores.

It would create a small magnetic
disruption in space

whenever we were in motion.

Good. Do it.

The effect would only be intermittent.
They might not even detect it.

If it's the best we can do,
we have to try it.

Anything more would be immediately
registered on the bridge.

Even this slight misalignment
may be detected.

It's a risk we have to take.

You're the one that outlined
the stakes to me, N'Vek.

Are you getting squeamish now

just because things are getting
a little more dangerous?

Sensors are picking up a polarized
magnetic distortion to our port side.

Analysis.

The distortion is extremely weak.

It appears to be moving slowly. it--

It is gone, sir.

Gone?

Distortion no longer registers
on our instruments.

Could this distortion
be caused by a cloaked ship?

Unknown, sir.

Our understanding
of Romulan technology is still limited.

Captain.

Romulan ships use a forced quantum
singularity as a power source.

If that system
is not functioning perfectly

or is damaged even slightly,
it might show through the cloak

as a magnetic disturbance
of some kind.

The distortion has reappeared, sir.

Bearing 337, mark ten. it--

It has disappeared again, sir.

Mr. DeSeve, in your opinion,

is it possible that we're picking up
a cloaked Romulan ship?

It's a strong possibility, sir.

Mr. Data, continue your scan.

Ensign, link navigational control
to Mr. Data's console

and plot a course for that distortion.

Commander,
the Enterprise is underway.

Good. What is their course?

- They're heading for us, sir.
- What?

They appear
to be on an intercept course.

What is the status
of our cloaking device?

Is there a malfunction of any kind?

The cloaking device
is functioning correctly.

All shipboard emissions
within proper range.

- Maintain full sensor scans.
- Commander.

The Enterprise may simply
be engaged in search operations.

Perhaps.

Where is it now, Mr. Data?

It has disappeared once again, sir.

I believe it may have been
coming to a halt.

- Stop engines.
- Aye, sir.

If this is a Romulan ship,
will it stay in position until we leave?

I don't think so, sir.

A Romulan commander's instinct
would be to attack.

Engage maneuvering engines,
forward 0.1.

Take us directly under their hull.

Yes, commander.

What are you doing?

It seems that the Enterprise
can track us

even though we are cloaked.

I intend to find out
if they can or they cannot.

N'Vek, ready attack procedure.

Sir, disruptors are standing by.
Ready to disengage cloak.

We cannot risk
an engagement here.

Considering the nature
of our mission,

I would have preferred
to have avoided it as well.

But I see no other alternative.

What do you intend to do?

We will pass
as close as we possibly can.

If they do have the ability to track us,
they will move to avoid a collision.

If they do,

I will destroy them.

Sir, the magnetic distortion
has reappeared.

Bearing and speed?

It appears to be moving toward us,
closing slowly.

Its bearing indicates
a possible collision course.

Time to impact?

I am unable to get
a precise measurement.

However, I would estimate impact
within 9O seconds.

Doesn't make any sense.
Why would they run into us?

If they were,
why would they do it at full speed?

I don't know, sir.

The Romulans will sometimes
make suicide attacks,

but only as a last resort.

There's no reason for it here.

Time to impact,
approximately 60 seconds.

We don't have the luxury
to speculate.

Back us away
from the disruption, ensign.

One-half impulse.

Aye, sir.

They are moving away,
commander.

Prepare attack sequence.

All sections report ready for battle,
commander.

Disruptors fully charged.

Disengage cloak on my command.

- Prepare to fire.
- Disregard that order.

- What?
- I do not authorize this attack.

You will cease battle operations
immediately.

I do not need your authorization
to attack, major.

This is my ship.

How typical of the military
to resort to brute force

when discretion is required.

The Enterprise has demonstrated
that it can track us.

They must be destroyed.

Yes, they can track us.

So if we attack them,
they will return fire.

And since we have no shields
when we're cloaked,

they will destroy us.

Are you questioning
my ability to command?

You are not fit to command.

Step down.

Step down
or I will have you removed.

Do you think anyone here
will listen to you?

If any one of you
defies the Tal Shiar,

you will not bear
the punishment alone.

Your families, all of them,
will be there beside you.

I am now commander of this ship.

You will take orders from me
and no one else.

Remove Commander Toreth
from her station.

If she resists, shoot her.

Commander, please step down.

Remove her weapon.

Now, commander,

watch and learn.

In order to defeat your enemy,
you must first understand them.

The Federation wishes
to avoid war at all costs,

so I will offer them
a diplomatic solution.

Get them to lower their shields,
and then

destroy them.

Captain, we are being hailed.

On-screen.

I am Major Rakal of the Tal Shiar.

I am Jean-Luc Picard
of the Enterprise.

How can we be of help?

A Corvallen freighter
has been destroyed not far from here.

We have detected
the residual effects of disruptor fire.

Can you shed any light on this?

TROY.
A regrettable incident, captain.

The freighter was fired upon

by the former commander
of this vessel.

I have now taken control

and I assure you
there will be no more attacks.

Still, there was considerable
loss of life.

Captain, we do not want
to exaggerate this incident.

You and I can discuss it calmly.

We can diffuse it
before it becomes inflated.

I agree.

TROY.
I will come onto your ship.

Please lower your shields
and prepare to beam me aboard.

Very well.

Mr. Worf, lock onto Major Rakal.
Transport on my command.

Aye, sir.

Thank you.

What's she doing on that ship?

I don't know, Number One.
But she needs our help to get back.

Mr. Worf, keep that lock on her
no matter what happens.

Yes, sir.

Lower shields.

Their shields are dropping.

Activate forward disruptor array.
Fire when ready.

Yes, major. Firing.

Captain, they have fired on us.

Shields up, stand by phasers.
Damage report.

The disruptor had almost no power.

This is Proconsul M'ret
and his aides.

They're part
of the underground movement.

They're in stasis.
Medical team, to the bridge.

Aye, sir.

Where's Deanna?

Disruptors were ineffective.
The Enterprise was not damaged.

They've re-established full shields.

I am reading a malfunction
in the forward disruptor array.

The power system has destabilized.

You're lying.

The disruptor beam
has been purposely sabotaged

to conceal
a transporter beam within.

Quickly, pilot,
locate transport coordinates.

What have you done?

The transporter beam
originated in our cargo bay.

Something was transported
from there to the Enterprise.

So, major, the mysterious cargo

brought on board
by Major Rakal of the Tal Shiar

has been transported
to the Starfleet vessel.

I see two traitors in our midst.

So, major...

...now that you can no longer
take refuge

behind the shield of the Tal Shiar,
it's time to answer a few questions.

What was in those
cargo containers?

Well, no matter.

We will soon know
all that we need to know,

and then we will execute you.

Pilot, drop shields
and cloak the ship.

Prepare to go to warp.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, now.

Counselor, are you all right?

Yes.

Let's get you to sickbay.

Ensign, get us out of here.
Warp nine.

Aye, sir.

Well, that about does it.

How does it feel
to have your own face back?

Just right. Thank you.

The men you helped rescue
are all safe.

Proconsul M'ret
is deeply grateful for your help.

The thanks should go to N'Vek.

He sacrificed himself
to save them and me.

Well, thanks to the two of you,

the way has been paved
for further rescue operations.

N'Vek's efforts and his sacrifice
were not in vain.