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First Officer's Log, Stardate 41775.5.

We are en route to the ocean world of Pacifica.

While our mission is scientific in nature

we look forward to the warm, blue waters

and fine beaches that make Pacifica a jewel of the galaxy.

...so the guy staggers to his feet

and goes back to the girl, right?

Well, she smiles, looks him straight in the eye and says

"just try that in hyperspace."

I see.

So the difficulty in attaining such complex positioning

in zero gravity environment

coupled with the adverse effects

it would have on the psychological well-being

of the average human male

is what makes this anecdote so amusing.

Yes, very humorous indeed.

Hysterical, in fact.

What is our E.T.A. at Pacifica, Mr. La Forge?

22 hours, 14 minutes, sir.

Increase to warp six.

Aye, sir, full impulse.

Do you think anyone would object

to our arriving ahead of schedule?

I know I won't.

I've been really looking forward to a nice swim.

You are aware, Counselor

that the holodeck can be programmed

to recreate an oceanic environment.

Data, it's just not the same.

Have you ever been for a real moonlight swim?

One can swim in moonlight?

How about you, Mr. Worf?

Swimming is too much like...

bathing.

Commander Riker...

I'm receiving a Code 47.

Verify.

It is Code 47, sir.

Starfleet emergency frequency.

Code 47?

Captain's eyes only.

Captain, I'm sorry to disturb you.

Yes, Number One, what is it?

An incoming message.

Code 47, sir.

Pipe it through.

This is an emergency communique.

It is not to be discussed with fellow officers

unless deemed absolutely necessary.

There will be no computer record of said transmission.

Understood.

Proceed with voice print identification.

Picard, Jean-Luc.

Captain, USS Enterprise.

Voice print verified.

Walker.

Hello, Jean-Luc.

It's been a long time.

Too long, old friend.

Why are you contacting me on this frequency?

It was a difficult decision.

I felt it was worth the risk.

Risk?

It's about Starfleet.

About something we've always considered to be impossible.

I don't understand.

I can't explain it now.

We need to talk face-to-face.

You're using a Code 47.

I have to know what all this is about.

Not over subspace. No.

Oh, for God's sake, Walker, this is a secured channel.

No!

I want you to meet me on Dytallix B.

When?

Immediately.

No, not possible.

We're expected at Pacifica.

That can wait.

You owe me.

And you owe it to yourself to hear what I have to say.

Something is beginning.

Don't trust anyone.

Remember that, Jean-Luc.

Don't take anything for granted.

Walker...

Dytallix B.

We'll be waiting.

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.

Data, are you familiar with Dytallix B?

Dytallix B is one of seven uninhabited planets

mined for the Federation by the Dytallix Mining Company.

It is in the nearby Mira System.

Mr. La Forge

chart a course for it immediately, warp 7.

And there will be no records or logs mentioning any aspect

of this diversion.

Captain, they're expecting us at Pacifica.

Shouldn't we contact them and let them know?

Negative.

Nothing goes out

without specific orders from me.

Hopefully, the delay...

will be minimal.

I have the readout on Dytallix B, Commander.

What have you got?

Dytallix B is the fifth of six planets

circling the red giant known as Mira.

One side always faces the sun

where temperatures reach up to 180 degrees.

The mines line the temperate zone

between the day and night sides

but they are long deserted.

Why the devil are we going to this planet?

Are there any miners

or indigenous life-forms on the planet?

I believe the answer to both questions is no, sir.

In a manner of speaking

it is nothing but a lifeless hunk of rock

a useless ball of mud, a worthless chunk...

Thank you, Data.

I get the idea.

Captain, we are approaching Dytallix B.

Very good, Number One.

I'm on my way.

Captain...

sensors are detecting three Federation starships

already in orbit

around the planet.

Identify.

Two are frigates.

The Renegade, commanded by Tryla Scott

and the Thomas Paine, Captain Rixx commanding.

The third is just coming into range now, sir.

It is Ambassador-class, heavy cruiser

USS Horatio.

Horatio?

Isn't that

Walker Keel's ship?

Attempts at communication

have been ignored by all three vessels.

Make no further attempts, Mr. Worf.

Any life-form readings on the surface, Data?

Three, sir.

All gathered inside what appears to be

the entrance to a mining tunnel.

Very well.

Relay those coordinates to the Transporter Room.

I'm beaming down.

Alone, Captain?

Alone, Number One.

Thanks for coming.

This is some greeting, old friend.

Tell me, Jean-Luc.

Where did we first meet?

Answer the question.

Tau Ceti lll.

It was a bar...

quite an exotic one, as I remember.

What do I win?

Do you recall the night

you introduced Jack Crusher to Beverly?

You know full well that I hadn't met Beverly then.

You introduced them.

My brother introduced them.

You don't have a brother-- two sisters, Anne and Melissa.

What the hell is all this about?

Apologies, Captain.

We had to be sure you were really you.

Walker, what is going on?

Captain Picard

meet Captain Rixx.

I believe we've met--

the Altarian Conference.

And Captain Scott.

Tryla Scott.

It's said you made captain

faster than anyone in Starfleet history.

Present company included.

Are you that good?

Yes, I am.

Starfleet's finest.

Fancy meeting you here.

We all came secretly, Picard, to discuss the threat.

What threat?

Have you noticed anything about Starfleet Command lately?

Anything unusual.

No, but we've been on the outer rim for a while.

We haven't had much contact with them.

Some of us have seen strange patterns emerging.

Unusual orders.

High ranking officials backing irrational proposals.

Starbase 12 was completely evacuated for two full days.

No explanation given.

And what about the deaths?

McKinney...

Ryan Sipe, Onna Karapleedeez.

All dead?

A series of accidents.

Or so they say.

It's hard to be certain of anything.

Interfleet communications are at a minimum.

But something is happening.

And we fully expect the Enterprise

to be targeted soon.

Targeted for what?

By whom?

We're not sure yet.

Damn it, Jean-Luc, I tell you

that some of Starfleet's top command people are changing.

This could affect the very core of our organization.

Officers I've known for years are bluffing their way

through talk of old times.

That's their weakness--

a lack of memory.

He doesn't believe us.

He thinks we're crazy.

You've given me nothing to believe in.

Just a lot of vague talk about strange patterns.

Irrational proposals.

Who's behind this, and to what purpose?

How are people being changed?

I can't say exactly

but I think it's spread to my own ship.

My First Officer hasn't been the same

since we stopped off at Earth.

Our medical officer says he's perfectly normal

but I don't think I trust him either.

Walker...

We know we don't have all the answers.

All we ask is that you keep your eyes open.

That's sound advice at any time, Captain.

Stay in touch with us.

Covertly.

This meeting never took place

as far as Starfleet is concerned.

Please, I'm asking this as a personal favor.

I'm glad, Jean-Luc.

I'm glad you're still one of us.

Tell Beverly l... I said hello.

And watch your back, Picard.

Friends-- close friends--

are few and far between.

Two of the oldest and closest

are Jack Crusher-- may he rest in peace--

and Walker Keel.

Before various missions spilt us up

we were virtually inseparable.

I trust Keel completely.

If he felt it necessary to violate regulations

he must have had a very good reason.

But you're putting your career at risk for him.

Friendship must dare to risk, Counselor

or it's not friendship.

They illicitly used the emergency channel

to draw you here.

Then they ask you to keep secrets

from your superiors--

effectively, to disobey Starfleet regulations.

The people involved in this are of the highest caliber.

If I didn't believe in their loyalty

I wouldn't have gone this far.

Don't you think you should tell the rest of the crew?

No. I don't want to risk implicating them...

not until I have solid evidence that something really is wrong.

Take us out of orbit, Mr. La Forge.

Aye, sir.

Resume heading to Pacifica

warp factor eight.

Aye, sir, warp eight.

At that speed, we should arrive

9.63 hours behind the original schedule, sir.

Very good.

Data, I have an assignment for you--

one specifically suited to your talents.

Computer, this is Lieutenant Commander Data.

Please access all Starfleet command orders

to starships, starbases, and colonies

for the last six months.

Working.

Doctor?

I understand the Horatio

was seen in orbit around Dytallix.

Did you see Walker?

No.

Oh, I would have loved to have seen him.

It wasn't possible, Doctor.

Captain

I am picking up an unusual disturbance

in the nearby quadrant.

Confirmed, sir. Sector 63.

Specify. What kind of disturbance?

Hard to say at this distance, sir.

I guess the trip to Pacifica will have to wait.

Uh-huh.

Let's investigate.

Maintain speed.

Alter course accordingly.

Aye, sir.

Changing course to three-five-one, mark four.

Approaching Sector 63, sir.

Slow to impulse.

Aye, sir, going to impulse power... now.

Sensors beginning to pick up small objects, sir.

On screen.

Doesn't look natural.

Agreed.

Enlarge and identify.

It looks like...

debris from a space vessel of some kind.

It could be one of those ships that was orbiting Dytallix.

We are in close proximity to that planet.

Identifying marks, Mr. Worf?

Nothing so far.

Sensors not detecting any bodies in the flotsam.

But from the amount of the wreckage...

I'm sorry, sir.

It can only be the Horatio.

From the looks of it

she's been totally destroyed.

Captain's Personal Log, Stardate 41776.1.

The apparent death of Walker Keel

has had a powerful impact on me.

I now believe there may be a cancer growing

within the ranks of Starfleet.

As a result, I have alerted my Executive Officer

to the suspicions voiced by Keel and the others.

There's no proof of anything.

The last time I saw Admiral Quinn

he tried to warn me about a subversion

within the Federation.

And Walker tried.

And he's dead.

Subversion?

Personally, I don't believe this conspiracy theory.

Startling.

Quite extraordinary, in fact.

Direction unclear.

Please repeat request.

That was not a request.

I was simply...

talking to myself.

A human idiosyncrasy

triggered by a fascination with a particular set of facts.

Or sometimes brought about by senility.

Or, used as a means of weighing information

before reaching a conclusion.

Or, as a...

Thank you, sir.

I comprehend.

Please specify how you would like to proceed, sir.

Please continue with record scan.

Intriguing.

But if we have no facts, we have to assume

that the explosion was an accident.

Number One, I believe

that what happened on the Horatio was sabotage.

But if we can't be certain...

Perhaps we can.

My orders were to search

for abnormal patterns in Starfleet's directives.

I believe I have found just that.

These are various outposts and starbases

where I have detected unusual activity

over the past few months.

What sort of activity?

An uncustomary reshuffling of personnel--

usually in the command areas.

The new officers have had frequent contact

with the highest levels of Starfleet Command.

Why hasn't anyone discovered this before?

The orders were given with great subtlety.

To use an aphorism:

Starfleet's left hand did not know

what its right hand was doing.

Data, can you speculate as to the purpose

of these reassignments?

I believe it is a clandestine attempt

to control vital sectors of Federation territory.

This could be a prelude to an invasion.

But who's behind it?

There's insufficient data to make such an assessment, sir.

Are you suggesting

that we warp over to Starfleet Headquarters

and demand to know what's going on?

Why not?

Yes, why not?

We're talking about a threat

to the entire future of the Federation.

I don't think any of us can rest easy

until we've been to the source.

Captain's Personal Log, supplemental.

While it is quite unusual

for a starship to return to Earth

we seem to be left with no other choice.

I have apprised the remaining bridge crew

of our situation.

Approaching Earth, Captain.

Standard orbit, Mr. La Forge.

Standard orbit, sir.

Any word from Starfleet Command, Data?

Nothing so far, sir.

Strange.

Captain, I am now receiving a message

from Starfleet Command.

On screen.

Greetings, Enterprise.

I am Admiral Savar.

This is Admiral Aaron.

And I believe you already know Admiral Quinn.

Yes, indeed. It's good to see you again, Admiral.

And you, Captain.

Of course, we are always delighted

when the Enterprise returns to the nest.

Yet we are puzzled by the timing of your visit.

Yes, sir, I can imagine that you would be.

Governor Delaplane of Pacifica

informs us that you canceled

your scheduled stop there.

Is this true?

Yes, sir, it is.

Explain yourself, Captain.

Why have you returned to Earth?

I would rather discuss that in person, Admiral.

Excuse us for one moment, Captain.

They seem normal enough.

On the surface.

Counselor, any thoughts?

Hard to say.

Someone is hiding something

but I can't tell who or what.

I must say

I'm not overjoyed to see Remmick again.

Considering what we've done

their response has been pretty temperate.

I don't like it.

You can't trust them.

Forgive the delay, Captain Picard.

We'd be delighted if you and your first officer

would join us for dinner.

Yes, delighted.

It would give you a good opportunity

to expatiate your own viewpoint.

To elaborate upon whatever it is

that's troubling you.

Thank you.

We accept your gracious offer.

Excellent.

Preparations are already underway.

We'll greet you in the reception area in say...

20 minutes?

Splendid.

I won't be able to attend the dinner

I'm afraid

but I would like to see the ship

and say hello again, Captain.

Of course.

We look forward to seeing you, Admiral.

Enterprise out.

Quinn wants to see us alone.

At least we know he's still on our side.

Mr. Data, you have the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Are you ready to beam up to the Enterprise, sir?

Yes, Commander.

Quite ready.

Energize, Mr. Remmick.

Welcome aboard, Greg.

Good to see you.

You remember Commander Riker.

Hello again, Commander.

I must say, you're looking remarkably well.

Never felt better in my life.

When you were here last

you were saying that you were feeling tired.

Tired of life I was, but not anymore.

I'm ready for new challenges now.

What about another look at this ship?

Remember what you told me back at Relva Vll?

About the threat that you perceived

to the very fabric of the Federation?

Is that why you're here, because of what I said?

It's one of the reasons, yes.

But Jean-Luc...

you took me far too literally.

I was only referring to the problems involved

in assimilating new races into the Federation.

It's an ongoing, tumultuous process

which can cause stress and strain

on every aspect of our alliance.

I'm sorry. I must have misunderstood.

It's not for you to apologize.

If I led you up the garden path

I humbly ask your forgiveness.

Of course.

Now, gentlemen

you have a dinner to attend to

and I would like to go and freshen up

before I look around a little bit more.

We've arranged your usual accommodations, sir.

Well, that's outstanding.

Yes, I should be getting down to the planet.

Commander Riker will be available here

to show you anything that you want to see.

It's really not necessary.

Oh, I insist.

When you've finished showing the Admiral

anything that he needs, you can join me down on Earth.

I may want to stay a while, Jean-Luc.

Of course.

Stay as long as you wish.

No.

That's not Gregory Quinn.

It may look like him and sound like him

but it isn't him.

Are you absolutely certain, Captain?

I'm certain, Number One.

Now I want you to stay close.

Keep your eye on his every move.

Have... have Beverly concoct some reason

for giving him a full medical examination.

How?

I don't know. Just do it.

He's a senior admiral.

It's not him, Will.

I know that now.

What I have to find out is how this has happened

and who or what is behind it.

Captain, if you're right...

I'm right.

Should you be beaming down there alone, unarmed?

I'll take care.

Find out what you can, then join me.

In force, if necessary.

Energize.

Good luck, sir.

Welcome home, Captain Picard.

Thank you.

My first officer will be joining us shortly.

Yes, I'm sure he will.

You've met Commander Remmick

haven't you?

Under less than ideal circumstances.

It's nice to see you again, Captain.

We have prepared a special meal in your honor.

Delightful.

Tell me, why is the corridor so quiet?

The last time I was here, it was bustling with activity.

It usually is.

Tonight's a quiet night.

Yes.

A quiet night.

Ready for your tour, Admiral?

Quite ready, Commander.

What's in the case?

Actually, I brought it for Dr. Crusher

but perhaps you would like to see it first.

What is it?

A form of life.

It was discovered accidentally by a survey team

on an uncharted planet.

Why haven't we heard anything about that?

Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly

but first there remains much scientific study to be done.

After all, it is a superior form of life.

Superior?

Totally.

Come, have a look.

I think I'll summon my science officer.

It won't like your science officer.

It does like you!

Vitamins--

they do wonders for the body.

Riker to Security, Guest Quarter 17.

Emergency.

Let's have some Andonian tea while we wait for your Riker.

Then you can tell us about what's brought you here.

I see you keep up with our duty roster.

Yes, of course, Captain.

The Enterprise is very important to us.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

To the Horatio, gentlemen.

The Horatio.

What an awful tragedy.

Such a terrible loss of life.

It's interesting that you should mention the Horatio.

It's one of the subjects I wanted to discuss.

Really?

Has the cause of her destruction been ascertained?

Absolutely.

Implosion.

Due to the extreme negligence of her captain.

Enjoy, Picard.

I believe you'll find it an excellent aperitif.

It's a good thing you're here.

He slipped and hit his head.

This is Lieutenant La Forge in Guest Quarter 17.

We have a medical emergency.

Your Dr. Crusher is most capable.

I'm sure he'll be all right.

Now, if you'll excuse me, my time here is most limited.

Admiral...

Don't you think we should wait

till the doctor gets here?

Now, Klingon, it's between you and me.

Do Klingons fear death

as much as humans?

I could snap your neck in a second

but it wouldn't be as much fun.

Ooh!

Are you all right?

Oh, if I could see

I'd be seeing stars.

What is he?

Let's find out.

Retinal scans are an exact match.

It really is Quinn.

How can that be?

The man picked me up like a rag doll.

I'm going to have to do a complete internal scan.

Keep me posted, Doctor.

I'll be on the Bridge.

What is that?!

What do you know of conspiracies, Captain?

Not nearly enough, I suppose.

That's the charming thing about them, isn't it?

When a machination is real, no one knows about it.

And when it's suspected, it's almost never real.

Except, of course

in paranoid delusions for those who believe.

Sorry to interrupt.

Dinner is served.

Wonderful.

Bantering with the captain has given me quite an appetite.

I need to contact my ship

to let Commander Riker know that we're about to sit down.

Of course, Captain.

We'll wait for you at the table.

Picard to Riker.

Dr. Crusher here, Captain.

May I speak freely?

I suppose I have little choice.

Where is Riker?

He was attacked by Quinn.

Or what we thought was Quinn.

Specify, Doctor.

A parasitic being has invaded Quinn's body.

It has complete control over all brain functions.

It seems to breathe

through a small gill

protruding from the back of Quinn's neck.

Look for this, Captain.

I believe it will be visible

on anyone who has been compromised.

Any idea of what it is or where it came from?

Negative.

I've never seen anything like it before.

Lieutenant Worf

if the situation is under control

please report to the Bridge.

Doctor?

It's okay.

He won't be waking up for a long time.

Continue, Doctor.

By the placement of the tendrils

the parasite appears to stimulate

the victim's adrenal glands, generating great strength

and resistance to the...

Never mind the details.

Can you remove it?

I don't think so.

Not without killing the patient.

Captain...

you must set your phaser on kill.

Stun has little effect.

Doctor, one does not beam down to Starfleet Headquarters armed.

Your food is getting cold, Captain.

I'm going into dinner now, Doctor.

Tell Commander Riker to join me as soon as he's ready.

Picard out.

Please, sit down, Captain.

We've been waiting.

Go ahead and start, Captain.

We don't stand on ceremony here.

Oh, do eat up, Picard.

Raise your hand if you want seconds.

Riker, thank God.

We're leaving.

You're not going anywhere.

You'll be one of us soon.

You were meant for the doctor.

It couldn't be helped.

Riker walked in on us unexpectedly.

No matter.

The doctor will be joining us soon.

All in good time.

Well, Captain Scott, good.

Now the setting is complete.

You don't really think we were in the dark

about your intentions, do you?

Patience is one of our virtues, Captain.

We didn't go after you.

We allowed you to come after us.

More dramatic that way, don't you think?

Yes, the one thing both races share

is a love of theater.

And you've put on a fine show.

What race are you?

Where are you from?

It's not important.

Let us just say

we've come a long way to join you.

It's a perfect match.

We're the brains.

You're the brawn.

You'll understand soon, Picard.

Indeed.

We've been moving slowly, cautiously for many months now.

Careful to cover our tracks

careful not to arouse suspicion

until it's too late.

And now it's too late.

For you, that is.

Well said, brother.

Picard and Riker control the Enterprise

which means we control the Enterprise.

Eat hearty, brother.

Relish your new body.

Aaron!

Aaron!

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Is there any trouble here?

Perhaps if you'd tell me what it is...

Remmick...

No, Will.

You don't understand.

We mean you no harm.

We seek peaceful co-existence.

Captain's Log, Stardate 41780.2.

How difficult

after all these years of learning to respect life

to be forced to destroy it.

But there seems to be no alternative.

Admiral Quinn is expected to make a full recovery.

There is no trace of the parasite

which took control of him.

We'll never know how many of these life-forms

infiltrated Starfleet

but it seems they could not survive

without the mother creature

which had taken over Commander Remmick.

It was Dr. Crusher's idea to simulate the blue gill.

We had to make sure it would fool everyone

including you.

That it did, Number One. Rest assured.

Captain

I have attempted to trace the message Remmick was sending.

I believe it was aimed

at an unexplored sector of our galaxy.

Any idea what the message was, Data?

I believe it was a beacon.

A beacon?

Yes, sir.

A homing beacon.

Sent from Earth.