All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s02e11.Contagion

Captain's Log:
Stardate 42609.1.

In response to a desperate
plea from my old friend

Captain Donald Varley
of the USS Yamato

I am running a grave risk
by taking the Enterprise

into the Neutral Zone.

Varley's request was prompted
by dangerous malfunctions

which have been plaguing
our sister ship.

Perhaps with both crews
working together

we can eliminate the problems

before our presence is detected
by the Romulans.

How long to rendezvous,
Mr. Crusher?

Four minutes
and 33 seconds, sir.

Status of download, Mr. Data?

The Yamato log

should be in our computer
by rendezvous, sir.

Have you nailed down
our little hiccup yet?

Sir?

The odd reading?

No, sir.

It might be due to problems

currently being experienced
by the Yamato.

Trouble, Number One?

I'm not sure, sir.

Are we alone out here, Worf?

Yes, sir.

There are no other vessels
in the area except the Yamato

which is coming
into visual range now.

At last.

Transmission
from the Yamato, sir.

On viewer.

Donald, what's a nice
Starfleet Captain like you

doing in a place like this?

It's good to see you again,
Jean-Luc

despite your antique humor.

I only hope your people
are able to help us.

The malfunctions
are becoming serious.

We lost an engineering team

when the computer shut down
a force field

in an open shuttle bay.

18 People.

Do you have any idea
what caused this, sir?

None.

They're affecting every system
simultaneously.

It's like the ship has suddenly
decided to fall apart.

It's beginning to make me think

that we should have run
these galaxy class ships

across a few more drawing boards
before building one.

You believe it's a design flaw?

I don't know.

I'm grasping at straws here.

All I know is,
we've got to get it fixed

and before I lose more
than an engineering team.

Do you wish to evacuate
any non-essential personnel

to the Enterprise,sir?

No. No, that would be premature.

Donald, we'll get our teams
to work on it immediately.

I'm sure neither of us
feels too comfortable

sitting around
in the Neutral Zone.

I know what you're thinking--

what the hell am I doing here?

Well, I heard a...

a few rumors about
a couple of archaeological digs

that started making the lconians
sound a lot less like legend.

I did a little investigating
and I located their homeworld.

In the neutral zone?

In the neutral zone.

Donald, that was quite
a risk to run

to satisfy
archaeological curiosity.

The risk would be in allowing
the Romulans to locate lconia.

Fortunately, I got there first.

It's a virtually dead planet,
but enough technology remains

to give the Romulans an edge
if they should find it.

Donald, your transmission
is breaking up.

Mr. Data, try and clean that up.

Sir, there is an energy build-up

in the Yamato's
engineering section.

Yamato, this is the Enterprise.

Yamato, come in.

Captain, magnetic seals in the
antimatter chamber are decaying.

Captain.

Donald

Come in.

Shields up.

Sir.

Sensors indicate...

no life reading, sir.

Captain.

Another vessel is coming
within sensor range.

It is Romulan.

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.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The Yamato's entire crew
and their families

more than a thousand people,
have been lost.

Circumstances, unfortunately

permit us no pause for grief.

No response from
the Romulan vessel.

Arm phasers and prepare
to lock on target.

Did they attack the Yamato?

Unknown, sir.

All their weapons systems
have been fully activated.

Still no response.

Romulan vessel, this is
Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the USS Enterprise.

Captain Picard.

Explain your illegal presence
in the Neutral Zone.

Explain yours.

Are you responsible for the
destruction of the Yamato?

No, but believe me, Captain

had we chosen
to exercise our right

to defend the Neutral Zone

we would not have stopped
with one starship.

You will leave at once.

Mute.

Comments?

She's extremely anxious.

Understandable if she just
destroyed a Federation starship.

Your scan was inconclusive.

We don't know what happened
to the Yamato.

Our presence in the Neutral Zone
is provocative.

It could force her to respond.

Open.

We will comply

when I have determined the cause

of the destruction
of the Yamato

and when I am fully satisfied
that you were not responsible.

Picard out.

They're engaging
their cloaking device.

Good.

They can't fire
when they're cloaked.

Unless they have overcome
that deficiency.

The Yamato was destroyed
while they were cloaked.

Enough.

Answers.

I want answers, not conjecture.

Number One, I want them at
a staff meeting in one hour.

Aye, sir.

Sensor recordings reveal

that what we witnessed
was an uncontrolled

and catastrophic
matter/antimatter mix.

The magnetic seals between
the chambers collapsed and...

Wait, wait.

That's not possible.

Yes, sir, it is, but a highly
improbable set of circumstances

has to take place
for such a result to occur.

Explain.

Okay. In the event of a breach
of seal integrity

there's an emergency
release system

which dumps the antimatter.

Apparently, such a dump
began, was then halted

and the containment
seals were dropped.

There was still sufficient
antimatter present

to lead to an explosion.

And so there is no evidence
that a weapon was used?

No, sir, none.

However it happened

the Yamato did it to herself.

Theorize.

What could have caused such
a catastrophic malfunction?

Well, I think Captain Varley
may have been right.

There may be a design flaw.

In a galaxy class starship?

Yes, sir.

It's the most sophisticated
piece of machinery ever built.

Something could have
been overlooked.

Knowing where
the flaw is located

can you isolate the problem
and solve it?

We're already working
on it, sir.

Pull any personnel you can use.

If we have established

that the Romulans
were not responsible

for the destruction
of the Yamato

would it not be prudent
to withdraw?

If it is a design flaw,
we better stay where we are

and give Geordi time
to work on it

or what happened to the Yamato
could happen to us.

Computer, access Captain
Donald Varley's personal log.

Search parameter--
locate entries

containing words "Romulan"
and/or "lconian."

Working.

Personal log.

It was kind of Dr. Ramsey
to allow me to carry away

my own little piece of legend

from the archaeological dig
on Denius lll.

My engineers have examined it

but are completely baffled
by its technology.

What was its purpose?

I'm like the caveman
confronted by a tricorder.

I'm certain this device
is lconian

but how far had it traveled

before it was abandoned
on this alien world?

Personal log.

A galactic Rosetta stone.

The starfields on the artifact
were unintelligible

until I took into account
200 millennia of stellar drift.

After that it was easy
to pinpoint lconia.

My first officer is questioning
the wisdom of my order

to violate the Neutral Zone

but I'm convinced that I've
taken the only proper course.

Should this advanced technology

fall into the hands
of the Romulan

we might as well dock our ships

and defend ourselves
with sticks.

Personal log.

We've been spotted
by a Romulan cruiser

but after playing hide and seek

through several solar systems

I think I've managed
to elude them.

The lconian probe scan--

was it an attempt
at communication?

If only I knew
what we were dealing with here.

Personal log.

I'm unable to send an away team
to the surface of lconia

nor can I scan
the energy source on the planet

because of
these maddening system failures.

It's infuriating to be stopped
at the threshold of a dream

by one's own ship.

We're leaving orbit
to rendezvous with Picard.

If his people can't help us
repair the Yamato

I must convince him
to continue this exploration.

The future well-being
of the Federation

may well depend upon it.

No further entries

conforming to search parameters.

Mr. Data

there was a reference
in Captain Varley's personal log

to a probe that
scanned the Yamato.

Aye, sir, we have
the visual record.

Put it on main viewer.

What the devil is that?

Have you seen anything

Iike that before?

No, sir.

It appears to be a scanner

possibly a transmitter.

Transmitting what?

Unknown, sir.

Engineering.

La Forge.

What progress
on the matter/antimatter scan?

Everything continues
to check out.

I'm starting an analysis
on the magnetic coils.

When the Yamato was probed,
where was she?

In orbit around a planet

at coordinates 227
mark 359, sir.

ETA at warp factor eight?

12 hours, 16 minutes, sir.

Sir, that would put us
substantially close

to the Romulan side
of the neutral zone.

That can't be helped.

Ensign, lay in a course.

-Warp factor eight.
-Aye, sir.

We're going to assume
the Yamato's mission.

And risk a war?

Or perhaps... prevent one.

Come.

Sir, may I speak
with you a moment?

Yes, of course.

Well, what is it, Wesley?

It's about the lconians, sir.

I was told they
were just a myth.

China was thought to be a myth
until Marco Polo traveled there.

No, the lconians
are certainly real.

Sit down.

We know that three systems
within this sector

had a number of cultural
similarities

similarities which
could only be explained

by there being
a single unifying influence.

So they colonized those worlds?

Probably conquered.

You mean they were warlike?

Perhaps.

Ancient texts did speak
of demons of air and darkness.

Air and darkness?

Legend has it

that they traveled without
the benefit of spaceships

merely appearing out of thin air

on distant planets.

Sounds like magic.

Well, we would appear magical
to Stone Age people.

How did you find all this out?

Archaeology has been a hobby
of mine since Academy days

but why don't we talk about
what really brought you here?

It's the Yamato, Captain.

I can't stop
thinking about her.

All those people...

dead.

I don't know how you and
Commander Riker and Geordi...

how you handle it so easily.

Easily?

Oh, no, not easily.

We handle it because
we're trained to.

As you will be.

Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.

But... if ever the time comes

when the death
of a single individual

fails to move us...

Didn't you order tea, sir?

Now, that should
not have happened.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

As happened
with our sister ship

the Enterprise is beginning
to experience a series

of system failures.

So far, they are random,
but I fear they could be

early symptoms
of what happened to the Yamato.

Engineering.

La Forge.

Lieutenant

are you making any progress
towards solving our problems?

Solving them, no, sir,
but I can eliminate one worry.

It is not a design flaw.

I've been reviewing
the Yamato's log

and I think that alien probe

may have had something
to do with her problems.

How?

I'd need to see the thing.

If it was the probe,
that explains the Yamato

But how do you account
for the difficulties

the Enterprise is experiencing?

I can't.

Lieutenant, are our problems
likely to attain the seriousness

of those on the Yamato?

If you're asking for speculation

I'd say yes, sir, they are.

I need time.

Mr. La Forge, time is one thing
we do not have in abundance.

Analysis, Mr. Data?

Scanning, sir.

Well, Mr. Data?

No life-form readings, sir.

All major cities
have been heavily damaged

and the pattern of destruction

is that consistent with
large-scale orbital bombardment.

How long ago?

Approximately
200,000 years, sir.

There is an energy source
in the mountains

of the smaller continent.

Magnify.

Is that lconia?

Captain Varley died
believing that it was.

Did you see that?

Captain, projectile launched
from the planet's surface.

Its size and composition

match the probe which scanned
the Yamato, sir.

Shields up.

Prepare a tractor beam.

Mr. La Forge, I'm going to
assist you in your research.

A probe has been launched
from lconia.

I'm going to capture it.

No, sir, wait!

Captain! Captain!

Coming through!

Bridge.

Emergency stop!

Stop it, damn it!

Tractor beam ready, sir.

Geordi, are you all right?

Destroy the probe, sir, quickly.

Worf, target phasers.

Phasers locked on target.

Fire.

Welcome to the Bridge,
Mr. La Forge.

Thank you, sir.

If that thing
had managed to scan us

we never would have any chance
of saving the Enterprise.

That probe was a transmitter

sending
an alien computer program

the same program that is
currently aboard the Enterprise

trying to rewrite our software
in its own image.

We have two completely
incompatible computer systems

trying to interact.

So that's why
the ship's instruments

have become so erratic.

Yes.

What can you do?

Not very much.

The lconian program
is so sophisticated

I may never understand it.

Consider Captain, this program
has entered an alien database--

ours-- and in less
than seven hours

has managed to not only
to learn our systems

but has begun to reprogram
our computer.

And so the earlier probe
was responsible

for the Yamato's destruction?

Yes, but only inasmuch

as it was the probe
that transmitted the program.

But we weren't scanned
by that probe.

Then how did this thing
get aboard the Enterprise?

We downloaded the Yamato log

and contained in the log
was the program.

Why didn't we suffer
the same fate?

Well, the program affected

all of the Yamato's systems
simultaneously

but with us, it was deposited

within a specific section
of our mainframe

so it's having to work
it's way out from that location.

That gives us
a little breathing space.

Not much.

The injury reports
are increasing, too, sir.

Dr. Pulaski is unwilling
to trust the turbolifts.

She is sending medical teams
through the access tunnels.

Captain...

the Enterprise computer system
is a lot like our own bodies

with voluntary
and involuntary systems.

Now, probably
90% of what goes on

in this ship
is done automatically

completely out of our control.

We're sitting on a bomb

that could go off
any second or maybe never.

The biobeds aren't working.

The ship is falling apart.

I've had 35 emergency calls
scattered across 12 decks.

My trauma teams are being
run ragged trying to respond.

Biobeds!

Dr. Pulaski.

Yes?

I've got a problem here.

The knitter isn't working.

Uh, try a splint.

Doctor?

Splint. It's a very
ancient concept.

You take two flat pieces
of wood or plastic, a bandage.

The broken limb
is kept immobile.

That's crazy.
That's not practicing medicine.

Oh, yes, it is.

It's a time-honored way
to practice medicine

with your head,
and your heart and your hands.

So jump to it.

Damn.

Try a bypass on the shield
control interface.

No, no go.

Let me see if I can directly
access the master program.

Data.

Yes?

What happened?

Any answer would be
mere speculation.

This is yet another example

of how our actions
have random results.

Thanks, Data.

I noticed.

Life support has failed
on decks 7 and 13, sir.

Now, what if this thing manages
to rewrite our entire system?

It's so far beyond us

we have no hope
of ever understanding it

Iet alone controlling it.

Our own ignorance could kill us.

We may never...

We may never reach that point.

A variation of what
happened to the Yamato

might destroy us first.

So we just sit here and watch
our ship disintegrate around us?

The probe was
launched from lconia

probably
from an automated system.

There may be records

near the launch site

that could help us
find a solution.

I'll arrange an away team.

And I'll lead it.

You will lead it?

Yes.

Sir, we've had this conversation
100 times.

And we will have it
again, Number One.

I have been studying the
lconians since I was a cadet.

I have to be the one to go.

The Enterprise is yours.

For as long as she lasts.

I've got a lock
on the energy source

and for the moment,
this baby's working

but that could change
in an instant.

We're aware of the risks.

Energize.

Transport complete.

Stay sharp, Mr. O'Brien.

I want to be able to pull
them out at a moment's notice.

Aye, sir.

Commander, Romulan vessel.

Open hailing frequencies.

They're arming photon torpedoes.

Shields up. Go to red alert.

Sir, the shields
aren't responding.

They're preparing to fire

photon torpedoes.

Mr. Crusher,
I need those shields.

I'm trying, sir.

They're firing.

What happened?

Instead of firing, they suddenly
disarmed and canceled.

Fate.

Protects fools, little children
and ships named Enterprise.

Lock phasers on the Romulans
and hold your fire.

Sir, the shields are back up.

Impeccable timing.

Sir, the shields
are back down.

Phaser banks are down.

Shields are back up.

In another time and place,
this could be funny.

Status of torpedo banks?

They're down, too.

If it should become necessary
to fight

could you arrange to find me
some rocks to throw at them?

Sir, the Romulan torpedoes
are continuing

to arm and disarm.

Perhaps its attempt
to fire was unintentional.

Open hailing frequencies.

Open.

Romulan vessel, this is
Commander William Riker

First Officer
of the USS Enterprise.

Why did you attempt
to fire on us?

This is Sub-commander Taris
of the Haakona.

Why have you penetrated deeper
into the Neutral Zone?

Why are you still here?

I have claimed this planet
for the Romulan empire.

This is the Neutral Zone.

No one can claim anything.

You will withdraw

or I will be forced to destroy
your ship and your away team.

What the hell...?

This is your final warning.

I will not...

Having a little trouble
with your systems, Commander?

Maybe we should consider
postponing the war

until we solve our more
immediate problem.

You're stalling for time.

Sir, another probe launched
from the planet.

Heading toward the Romulans.

Have we got our phasers back?

No, sir.

Taris, if you have
phaser capability

prepare to use them now.

What?

Destroy that probe.

Not even a thank you.

Sub-commander Taris
is deeply frustrated

probably because her ship is
as crippled as the Enterprise.

Why would the Romulans

be experiencing problems?

They weren't probed.

They must have tapped
into the Yamato log.

Taris got a whole lot more
than she bargained for.

Maintain red alert

and try to keep those shields up

in case Taris decides
to act on her threat.

Commander.

What about the away team?

With the shields up,
we can't beam them back.

Captain's log, supplemental.

While there is little left
on the surface of lconia

we've found what appears to be

a control center which seems
to have remained intact.

Come in, Enterprise.

Still no response, sir.

Keep trying them.

Communications are bound
to be erratic.

I would not like to become

a permanent resident
of this planet.

Nor would l, Mr. Worf.

Scanners show no other
life-forms on the planet, sir.

I would not expect any.

Judging from the severity
of the bombardment

I doubt any lconians survived.

Well...

Mr. Data, let's see what sense
we can make of this.

Aye, sir.

This is very reminiscent
of Dinasian.

Yes, sir.

There are also similarities
to Dewan and lccobar.

Is it possible they
could be branches

of the same language family

beginning with lconian?

It is, sir.

Run a comparison
using basic, simple words

from Dinasian, Dewan,
and lccobar.

Let's see if we can reconstruct
a common root language.

Accessing, sir.

You're jumpy.

The tension on the ship
is very high.

What's your recommendation?

Give everyone something to do

somewhere to focus
their attention.

All right.

Let's consider evacuation.

To the planet?

I know it's probably impossible
with Taris sitting out there

but it would give everyone
something to do.

You go and organize it.

But you might need me

if you have to negotiate
with Taris again.

I'll manage.

Right now,
they're more important.

Captain.

Your original hypothesis
is correct.

Iconian is the parent tongue
of a language family

which consists of lccobar,
Dewan and Dinasian.

I've constructed a basic
working understanding

through a comparison
of common root words

such as mother, father, child,
home, tribe, food, life, death

yours, ours, mine...

Data, Data, Data.

You do understand, sir, that
my interpretation of the symbols

will not be exact?

Yes, let's get on with it.

This would appear to be
manual override.

That was not manual override.

Demons of air
and darkness, indeed.

What is that?

A gateway.

These scenes could be
holographic images.

Be careful.

Data!

That was very foolish.

But we have established
this is not a holograph.

If I step through
and investigate

we could determine whether
this is truly a gateway.

No, Data.

You might not be
able to get back

and I can't risk losing you.

If it is not illusion,
this gate would seem to take us

beyond the confines
of this planet.

Is this how
the lconians traveled

crossing light-years as easily
as we would cross a room?

Those places could
be on worlds

in distant corners
of the galaxy.

I think the lconians might have
outfoxed their enemies.

Maybe they didn't all die
in the bombardment.

Some of them could have
passed through this.

This is what Varley feared.

This is what he died for.

Sir?

The Romulans could use
this technology as a weapon.

Like the lconians did.

No, I disagree.

Captain, there is
nothing in this room

to indicate it was used
as a military command center.

Perhaps a transporter room.

But the probe was hostile.

We can't make that assumption.

The effect on the Yamato
was devastating

but what if it was
by accident, not by design?

What I'm going to say
may sound unscientific

but standing on this soil,
breathing in this air

my instincts tell me
we may have got them wrong.

But we do know
the lconians were conquerors.

But that knowledge
was passed down

by descendants of those
who attacked this world.

The victors invariably write
history to their own advantage.

There is an unfortunate tendency
in many cultures

to fear what they
do not understand.

It's possible
that their enemies

confronted by this technology

were driven to attack
the lconians out of fear.

Sir.

Was that really the Enterprise?

I believe that it was.

Gentlemen, we have a way home.

Captain, there is a vast
underground power source

which is controlled
by this console.

I believe my triggering
of the gateway

has caused a dramatic upsurge
in the power level.

Ah, I have access.

Data, can you hear me?

Data, respond.

Captain...

Are you all right?

No, I am damaged.

How bad is it?

The lconian program
is attempting to rewrite

my software.

Physical manifestations:

blindness, motor con...

Sir, without him,
we have no hope

of deciphering the program.

Captain, the Enterprise again.

How long is the interval?

About four minutes,
if the cycle holds.

The next time
the Enterprise appears

go through it with Data.

Geordi will be able
to learn from him

maybe help him.

Sir, we have not yet established

that that is truly a gateway.

This will be the test.

Aye, sir.

Destroy the tricorder.

Sir, it contains everything

we've discovered
up to this point.

And that is precisely
why it must be destroyed.

How long?

About three minutes.

I'm running out of time.

We all are.

Data.

Data, I have to destroy this.

This control room

and its technology
must not be allowed

to fall into Romulan hands.

I understand, sir.

How? How do I do it?

How do I destroy everything?

The control room,
the probes, all of it?

The power source, sir.

I detonate it?

How? How do I do that?

The probes, sir.

Probes?

The probes.

Launch?

I launch the probes?

Well... why?

What good will that do?

The doors, sir.

Doors?

Perhaps the probes
are in a launch bay.

And if the doors are closed

then the backwash
from the rockets

will spill into the power grids
and there'll be an overload.

Yes, sir.

But the doors will
open automatically

when the launch begins

and I will override.

Correct, sir.

Which control keys?

Damn.

Of course, you can't see.

Help...

Worf, help him up.

Describe, please.

I'm standing directly
in front of the gate.

To my left, there is
a small triangular screen.

Right one meter.

Right.

Now, to my right
is a larger triangular screen

to the top, is solid amber

to the left, red.

Correct.

Key blue, amber, amber, red.

That's the launch sequence?

How do I override the doors?

Blue, blue, blue.

I hope that's not a stutter.

I don't know how long a delay
there will be

between the launch
and the detonation.

I will hold keying
the launch sequence

until you're through the gate.

How long until
the Enterprise reappears?

Almost time.

Captain, you
will be killed.

I'll go through the gate.

But where will you end up?

Very shortly, anywhere will
be preferable to this room.

Mr. Worf, I am depending on you.

You must get Data
back to the Enterprise.

He may be their only hope.

Aye, sir.

Commander, look!

Worf! What happened?

Where's the Captain?

We must take Data
to Engineering.

Hopefully the Captain
will follow.

I don't know how to help him,
but comparing

recorded norms for Data
to these current readings

it's clear that all his
functions are just going crazy.

If we had an expert,
a Maddox, somebody, l...

He's gone.

Kandar we. Kandar pro.

Kandar eja.

Kandar stig.

Kandar isay.

Data!

What the hell?

I am accessing.

The self-correcting mechanism.

Captain?

Captain!

It's constantly kicking in

to make minute adjustments
in the positronic brain.

I am on the Enterprise.

How did I get here?

He cleared the lconian program
from his system-- how?

Iconia...

I was on lconia,
now I am on the Enterprise.

Geordi, this is critical!

How?!

Okay, give me a second to think.

There was an
incompatible program

running through Data's system,
so the mechanism

started searching for
a way to keep him alive.

The solution...

The solution was a shutdown

and a total wipe
of all affected memory.

Query. What have I forgotten?

Can you do the same thing
with the Enterprise?

I don't see why not

but it will have to be
a complete shutdown.

We turn her off, and effect
a wipe of the Yamato log

including every subsequent event
since we downloaded it.

I'll then be able to reload
all the ship's programs

from the protected archives
in the main core.

Geordi, if we shut down

that means we're going to be
bringing down the shields

and we're hanging nose to nose
with a Romulan battle cruiser.

Hey, Commander, whether
it's Romulan phasers

or our own warp engines,
we're just as dead.

Make it so.

May I help?

Kandar neeah.

Kandar goban.

Kandar gonian.

All systems functioning.

Lock onto the Captain
and bring him back.

Scanning, sir.

Got him.

Kandar get.

Kandar say.

Kandar por.

Kandar aire.

Kandar...

Setha-tri par trukatha.

Setha-ki par trukatha.

I've lost him.

Damn it!

Got him, sir.

He's on the Romulan ship.

How the h...?

Setha-mille par trukatha.

Go to your stations.

Setha-se par trukatha.

Setha-ne par trukatha.

Setha-ne par trukatha.

You did this.

You sabotaged my ship.

Oh, no.

I cannot deactivate
the auto-destruct

but at least I have
the satisfaction

that you will die with us.

Not, I think, today, Commander.

Setha-kargil par trukatha.

Bridge, Picard.

Yes, Captain?

Take us out of here.

The Romulan vessel is set
to auto-destruct

and they can't deactivate.

Wait, sir.
Open hailing frequencies.

Open, sir.

Commander Taris,
prepare to receive

a transmission
from our chief engineer.

He'll instruct you
how to purge your system.

Agreed, Enterprise.

Standing by.

Commander, your transmission has
been received and acknowledged.

Now, Mr. Data, warp speed,
please.

Just in case Taris' engineer

is not as efficient
as our Mr. La Forge.

Aye, sir.

Well, Number One

I can see why you want to keep
the away missions to yourself.

That's where the excitement is.

So, what's been happening here?

Same old routine, I suppose?