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Captain's log, star date 45494.
2.
We're investigating
a series ofsignals
that may indicate intelligent life
in the Epsilon Silar system.
We are within sensor range.
The characteristic response
to the Kriskov Gambit
is the el-Mitra Exchange.
Particularly as I have taken
both of your rooks.
By missing that opportunity,
you have left your king vulnerable.
- We'll see.
- As you wish, Counsellor.
Check.
Intriguing.
You have devised an 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.
You are a challenging opponent.
Thanks, but don't think a compliment
will 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 honour that.
Raise your arm to the side.
- Is that it?
- I'm afraid so.
What do you think?
You tucked when
you should have flattened out.
- Something like that.
- Turn your head left.
Some tearing of the ligaments.
- Nothing we can't take care of.
- Good.
If I remember correctly,
the last time you graced my sickbay,
you were diving off
the Cliffs of Heaven on Sumiko IV.
- Holodeck program 47C.
- Same thing.
Only that time I flattened out
when I should've tucked.
Well, as your doctor,
I recommend
the Emerald Wading Pool on Cirrus IV.
It's a lot safer.
Navigators have done assessments
the same way for years, Ensign.
And I've found a better way.
Bridge.
Can we discuss changes
in procedure before you make them?
- If I had to ask you
- I might have said
- No.
- Yes.
Maybe.
The point is,
I didn't get the chance.
The point is, with all due respect,
you are trying to turn me
into your model officer.
The rules 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.
- 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.
It's not any system I've seen.
Shall we raise shields?
No.
Let's
Let's begin this
with a show of good faith.
Sir, the scans match the frequency
of our optical-data network.
It could be an attempt
to access our computer.
Scanning intensity
has increased by 1500 percent.
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 l.
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.
The helm's dead.
- But you still know how to work it.
- Yes.
This console
has tactical configuration?
Yes.
Phaser-power status,
intruder scan, torpedo guidance.
But they do not appear
to be operable.
Clearly, we possess certain skills.
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.
- Looks like you're the leader.
- Do not jump to conclusions.
I am decorated as well.
It seems to me determining leadership
is not crucial now.
We need to find out who we are
and what we're doing out here.
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
like it's stuck.
But it looks like metallic debris
in front of us.
Distance, 17 kilometres.
- The remains of another ship?
- A good possibility.
Perhaps we were engaged in battle.
If they stunned us,
that could have wiped our memories.
Then we fired back, destroyed them.
But if that is correct, we could have
sustained other damage.
Computer, status report.
- No voice interface.
- No interface, period.
Got something.
I've accessed
the basic system directories.
Can we get a 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 on-board 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.
There could be a boarding party.
Bridge to all personnel.
Select a representative 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.
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.
We've heard from all decks.
There are over a thousand people.
Everyone's had their memories
affected like we have.
I have completed
a survey of our systems.
We are equipped
with ten phaser banks,
and a high-capacity shield grid.
- We're a battleship.
- It appears so.
This turbo lift gives us access
to the rest of the ship.
The next logical step.
Start with the most crucial areas.
Main Engineering, deck 36.
I'm on my way.
Wait a minute.
We have to coordinate our efforts.
I need to do something.
I feel the same.
If anything is going to get done
I know, I just
It's an ugly feeling,
being so out of control.
We have to depend on each other
to get through this, OK?
- We're going to search the ship.
- Proceed.
I'll go with you.
I want to use the computer core
to re-establish control.
I've accessed
the optical-data network.
I can monitor every system from here.
Warp and impulse drives
are within tolerance levels.
- So are the tactical arrays.
- Everything looks functional now.
If we can access the control,
we can run it.
The Engineering computer-core
access is down that corridor.
Weapons, propulsion and shields
are the priorities in case of attack.
- That's where I'll start.
- Begin on decks five through ten.
Try to pull up the personnel files.
It'd be nice if we all had names.
- Good luck.
- You, too.
Our survey teams have found
no injuries among the crew.
Shuttlecraft and transporters
are operational.
But no one knows anything
about their identities.
Engineering is working
on accessing the control systems.
As soon as we are operational,
we must be 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.
I disagree.
We must make ourselves ready
for battle.
That is our priority.
- Engineering to bridge.
- Go ahead.
I have control of navigation,
weapons and communications.
We will tie them in 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.
A full diagnostic would require us
to take our systems off line.
We would be defenceless.
If we are going to trust our lives
to these systems, they can't 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 are unusual,
but no damage to the hippocampus.
That suggests
we have our long-term memories.
But they're being blocked.
Can we bypass the normal pathways?
Get at our memories another way?
That's what I'm hoping.
What I need are normal scans
for a comparison.
Can I get the crew's medical files?
We are running a full diagnostic.
Computer resources are limited.
Medical records
are our next priority.
Thank you.
I guess these are my quarters
but I don't remember anything.
We're all in the same situation.
Stay put.
We'll be in touch.
OK, sir.
Thanks.
That's all I need for now.
Well, that's it for living quarters
on this deck.
What's next?
There's a large room ahead
called ten-forward.
Let's go.
If everything was as it should be,
what would you be doing now?
I'd be having more fun
than searching this ship.
- Fun?
- That holodeck we just saw.
I think I could conjure up
an interesting program.
- 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?
- I did.
Have you found out anything?
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?
The data banks that identify
who I am are not functioning.
- Something else?
- I don't know what it means.
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.
- Go ahead.
We have accessed the personnel
files.
Report to the bridge.
We're on our way.
Give me a biographical listing
of all personnel responsible
for the ship's primary operation.
A full listing is not available.
Is there any list
of the ship's senior officers?
The crew manifest is available.
It's better than nothing.
Commanding Officer,
Capt Jean-Luc Picard.
Executive Officer,
Cmdr Keiran MacDuff.
Second Officer, Cmdr William Riker.
Operations Officer, Lt Cmdr Data.
Chief Medical Officer,
Dr Beverly Crusher.
Ship's Counsellor,
Lt Cmdr Deanna Troi.
Chief Engineer,
Lt Cmdr Geordi La Forge.
Security Chief, Lt Worf.
Helm Officer, Ensign Ro Laren.
Cmdr MacDuff, have the other officers
report to the bridge.
Aye, sir.
Your next priority is to retrieve
any information about our mission.
Contact the Operations Officer
to assist you.
He's in ten-forward, waiting tables.
Captain.
I regret my recent behaviour.
I assumed an attitude of authority
that was unwarranted.
Mr.
Worf, we're all doing the best
we can.
Think nothing more of it.
Thank you, Captain.
We haven't finished
but we have found out a bit.
This vessel is the Enterprise.
We are part of
the United Federation of Planets.
- The Federation is at war.
- With whom?
The Lysian Alliance, a genocidal race
determined to destroy us.
The war has gone on for years.
Starfleet Command believes
the Lysians have a new weapon
which has shifted
the balance to their favour.
Over the last two months,
have been captured, easily,
their crews held on Lysia.
What is this weapon?
Our scientists theorize
they are using an energy wave,
either plasma-based
or a subspace interference pattern.
The weapon disrupts
a starship's computer system
and the mental functions
of its crew.
That's what happened to us.
Do we have any record
of our current mission?
Yes, sir.
We are approximately here.
We've been ordered into Lysian
territory to destroy their command.
This is it.
The nerve centre
for the Lysian military operation.
Captain, there's been damage
to our computer system.
Maybe we don't have
the correct information.
What are you saying?
That we get confirmation
of this mission from headquarters.
If we use subspace radio,
we will be detected.
There may be thousands of lives
at stake.
Our orders require us
to maintain radio silence.
Our mission is part of an effort
to end the war.
There are other vessels on
other fronts, all working to a plan.
We're the lynchpin to the operation.
If we don't destroy their command,
the effort fails.
He's right.
Our choice is clear.
Cmdr 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 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 been through a lot.
We certainly have.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Hi.
I didn't get the wrong room.
I didn't like the way
my quarters were decorated.
Besides, I have a feeling
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 presumptuous?
Like I said, I didn't like the way
my quarters were decorated.
Maybe we should switch quarters.
Maybe we should stay here
and see what happens.
What if I snore in my sleep?
What makes you think
you're gonna get any sleep?
We have crossed the Lysian border.
Take us out of warp.
Three-quarters impulse.
- Maintain a sensor sweep.
- Aye, sir.
How long till their central command?
At our current speed, 37 hours.
Captain,
I am picking up a vessel ahead.
Can you identify it?
The ship matches the description
of a Lysian destroyer.
A short-range attack vessel with
disruptor weapons and a crew of 53.
- Within visual range.
- On screen.
The destroyer is increasing speed
to intercept.
- Evasive sequence delta.
- Yes, sir.
They are matching our manoeuvres.
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 disruptor capacity
is only 2.
1 megajoules.
- No match for the Enterprise.
- Captain.
- The destroyer is hailing us.
- Open a channel.
No.
Their new weapon,
whatever erased our memories,
maybe 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.
- The ship is hailing us.
If you're wrong,
it could mean our destruction.
The Lysians
have stopped transmitting.
They have powered up their
disruptors.
They have locked onto us.
- Full shields.
- Shields up.
Captain?
Return fire.
The ship has been destroyed.
Maintain course, Ensign.
Three-quarters impulse.
- Yes, sir.
- Well done, Captain.
The Lysians would have received
any transmission by now.
They will be on alert.
I recommend
a randomly vectored approach.
It's our best chance
of avoiding any pursuit.
Agreed.
Success would be more likely
if we had our memories.
Anything you can do?
I found several cases resembling this
in the medical index.
The causes are different
but the cure is similar in each case.
- Could it work for us?
- That's what I'm hoping.
It involves increasing the activity
of the medial-temporal region
using short-term synapses
to retrieve long-term memory.
- When can you start?
- When our files become available.
- It would be dangerous without them.
- Mr.
La Forge?
Data and I ran into trouble
accessing the medical files
but with time we'll 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 some bartender.
Too bad there aren't more of you.
Yes.
I wonder why
you're the only one on board.
I have expended considerable thought
with respect
to my apparent uniqueness.
Any conclusions?
Several possibilities
suggest themselves.
I may represent an entire race
of artificial life forms.
If so, there may be a home planet.
A shared history and culture
of which I am not aware.
Or you could have been built
for this ship.
I have considered that.
It may be the case
that every starship
is equipped
with an artificial life form.
If that's true, maybe you all look
alike.
A standard-issue android.
There is another possibility.
Perhaps my origin is unique.
In that case, I am alone.
We have accessed
the information-storage area.
- The files are damaged.
- The mission reports are gone.
As well as the crew records
and the personal logs.
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 panic,
like a hand closing around my throat.
You're never gonna feel good
about this war.
But we must complete our mission.
I've been doing a little research
about William T Riker.
- What have you discovered?
- He's a musician.
Very impressive.
No one was more surprised than l.
What else has
your research uncovered?
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.
- Counsellor.
- Ensign.
Am I interrupting anything?
- No.
- No.
I was just visiting.
We'll talk again soon, Commander.
Of course.
Thank you, Counsellor.
Bye.
And what was all of that about?
We were just discussing
the situation we're in.
Good.
Because I have a feeling
that I used to be the jealous type.
What bothers me
is how specific this damage is.
Any records of a personal nature,
about who we are,
those are gone.
It's too selective.
As selective
as what was done to our memories.
Skills are in place,
but not personal knowledge.
It is consistent
with the Lysian weapon.
Do we need to see the medical files
to attempt treatment?
It would be dangerous without them.
- It's a risk we have to take.
- He's right.
I volunteer for the procedure.
That's strange.
The diencephalic
activity is exactly the same.
There should be some increase.
Let's broaden the bandwidth.
Go to 30.
1.
Raise the frequency as well.
Increase it by 33 percent.
Something's wrong
with the sequencing program.
Keiran.
I'm alright.
- 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?
No, I'm sorry, Doctor.
Back to square one.
Come.
- You wanted to see me, Captain?
- Yes.
Please, sit down.
I find myself having grave concerns
about our mission.
Concerns? As to its success?
No, no.
More fundamental doubts.
Whether or not it can be justified.
I've asked 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 light on this
situation has been 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 to obey orders.
I need to know
that what I'm doing is right.
So do l.
I'd feel better
if all the questions were answered.
If you want to abandon our mission,
that's your choice, but
I must ask you, is it right
to risk prolonging this war,
to allow the deaths of thousands
on both sides
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 you and I were born for battle.
- More so than the others.
- I thought this as well.
It's conceivable that is why we have
been assigned to this vessel.
The Enterprise has science officers,
medical specialists, engineers.
Our Captain is undoubtedly
an accomplished diplomat.
But we are the warriors.
There are times for diplomacy.
This is not one of them.
You're concerned about the Captain?
I am concerned about completing
our mission, 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.
Those that are counting on us
would die as well.
We cannot let this happen.
That'll be all.
We are entering the Lysian system.
- Slow to one-quarter impulse.
- Yes, sir.
The central command
is still beyond weapon range.
Red alert.
Battle stations.
Bring us to an attack posture,
Mr.
Worf.
Sensors show several objects,
According to Starfleet records,
they are sentry pods.
I read 47 of them.
Tactical analysis, Mr.
Data?
The pods have fusion-generated
pulse lasers and minimal shielding.
Not much power.
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, 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 defences.
I'm picking up no vessels,
no sentry pods.
Optimal firing range in 55 seconds.
Phaser banks ready.
Loading torpedoes.
What are the defensive capabilities
of the 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.
- How many people are there?
- 15,311.
- We're within range, Captain.
- Stand by.
- Waiting on your orders, sir.
- Captain, this isn't right.
The rest of our forces depend on us.
How can our mortal enemy be 100
years behind us in technology?
Their battleships may be
on their way.
We must attack.
I do not fire on defenceless people.
- Mr.
Worf, open a channel.
- Belay that order.
There is something wrong
with the Captain.
Fire all weapons!
Mr.
Worf!
Captain's log, supplemental.
We are on course to Star base 301.
Dr Crusher has restored
the memories of most of the crew.
The Lysians have identified
Cmdr MacDuff as a Satarran,
an alien race that's been at war
with the Lysians for decades.
I have conveyed
our deepest regrets to the Lysians
over the tragedy
of their lost ship and crew.
With all the power MacDuff had
to alter our brain chemistry
and manipulate the computers,
it's hard to believe he needed us.
The Satarrans' weapons are no more
advanced than the Lysians'.
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 two of you.
When you have no memory
of who you are, you find yourself
The Counsellor 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 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.