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Placing beam-out marker!

Return transport 14 minutes, 40 seconds.

Is your view any better, Geordi?

Not too bad, Commander.

A lot of charged particle precipitation

but I can compensate.

Communicators are dysfunctional.

Tricorders?

Readings only follow within five meters.

Good thing we didn't bring Data.

We'd be unscrambling his circuits for a week.

Commander, picking up something on the positron scan.

Over here.

Some electrically conductive objects.

Recognize those markings, Worf?

Yes, sir.

Romulan.

What the hell were they doing in a Federation sector?

Picking up traces of ultritium residue.

An explosive device must have been used

to destroy the craft after it crashed.

All right.

Let's spread out-- 25-meter radius.

Our window back closes in 12 minutes.

Commander!

Commander Riker!

Four minutes to beam-out.

Where is he?

Wait here.

Worf! Worf!

Commander Riker!

Geordi!

Geordi!

Worf!

Commander Riker!

Hold your position, Mr. Worf.

Worf!

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, Stardate 43349.2.

An unidentified distress signal has led to the discovery

of a crashed Romulan vessel

on the surface of Galorndon Core, a Federation planet.

We have recovered one survivor

but Lieutenant Commander La Forge

did not report back with the away team

and is still missing.

Get him to Sick Bay.

Secure Sick Bay.

Post a guard in visual contact at all times.

He's not going anywhere, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry, Commander.

There's just no way to lock in on anything down there.

Keep trying, O'Brien.

The electrical storm's creating thousands of ghosts.

Well, beam some of those ghosts back.

One of them may be Geordi.

Permission to lead another away team, sir.

Denied.

When we get another window in the storms.

The crash site?

The Romulan craft is a total loss.

There's nothing to salvage

unless you want to use tweezers.

No sign of others?

Well, you couldn't see more than two meters

in front of yourself down there.

It certainly is the last place

one would expect Romulan encroachment.

On the other hand...

Galorndon Core would provide ideal cover

for the opening move of a new offensive.

I doubt if they were there for the climate.

We thought it would be like working on Vulcans

but there are subtle differences--

too many of them.

Can you treat him?

He has cell damage to vital areas.

He's going to need a transfusion of compatible ribosomes

in order to recover.

I'm setting up a schedule to test every member of the crew.

We can't use the replicator?

The molecules are too complex.

Will he survive?

I can't answer that yet.

Well, let me put it another way--

will he survive long enough to tell us

what he was doing down there?

Doctor, it's an important consideration.

I can bring him around for a few minutes

but there is one serious complication.

His brain waves indicate early neural pathway degeneration.

Head injury?

There's no obvious cranial trauma.

I'm guessing his exposure

to the magnetic fields on the surface

were slowly breaking down

his synaptic connections.

Will that affect Geordi

the same way?

He'll be conscious for a minute or two.

You're on board the Federation Starship Enterprise.

We're treating your injuries.

How long were you down on Galorndon Core?

Do you understand me?

I... will not answer questions.

We need to know if there are other survivors on the surface.

I am alone.

I will not answer any questions.

Do you have a mother ship

who should be advised of your condition?

The only answer he wants to give is that he was alone.

Which suggests that he wasn't.

Something, anything to cut through the storm.

Some way to get a signal through to him.

A neutrino pulse.

We could build a portable neutrino source and send it

in a probe to the planet surface.

It'll act like a beacon.

A neutrino pulse would send non-charged particles

back up through the atmosphere

and would be detectable by Geordi's VlSOR.

He can show us that he's found it by modifying the pulse.

Make it so.

Captain, I have a new transmission

on a parallel frequency to the distress call.

From the surface?

No, sir.

From inside the Romulan Zone.

We should be able to view the transmission.

On screen.

Tomalak to Pi.

We have received your distress signal.

Respond.

If you can hear me

we are entering the Neutral Zone now.

We will reach you in six hours.

Mr. Worf, hail the Romulan vessel.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

Romulan vessel, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation Starship Enterprise.

The frequency is open, sir.

Commander Tomalak

we have intercepted your transmission.

You are not to enter Federation space.

Captain Picard, my apologies.

Had I known you were in this sector

I certainly would have advised you

before crossing the Neutral Zone.

Indeed.

I'm sure you will understand when I explain.

One of our ships had a slight navigational error

and apparently crashed on Galorndon Core.

A slight navigational error?

Nearly half a light-year past the Neutral Zone?

I assure you, Captain, no aggression was intended.

Commander, we have recovered one of your survivors.

He is on board your ship?

He's being treated for severe injuries.

And his craft?

Destroyed... deliberately... after the crash.

I'm sure you are prepared to leave at once

and rendezvous with me in the Neutral Zone.

I have an away team on the planet.

We're waiting for a window in the storm to beam them up.

And then you will return my officer?

Are there any other Romulans

we should be looking to recover from Galorndon Core?

No, it was a one-man craft.

Captain, we will be at the Federation border

of the Neutral Zone in roughly five hours.

We will expect you to rendezvous at that time.

Counselor?

There's great hostility behind his smile.

He'll stop at nothing to complete his mission.

Including the Neutral Zone border.

Captain, I see no reason to return the Romulan to his ship.

He should be held and interrogated.

We have every right to detain him, sir.

But without evidence of intent, Number One

it will not be a simple matter.

It obviously wasn't pilot's error.

I think it demands a response from us.

But we must measure our response carefully

or history may remember Galorndon Core

along with Pearl Harbor and Station Salem One

as the stage for a bloody preamble to war.

I want him off all drugs.

They're not doing anything.

Dr. Crusher to Picard.

Go ahead, Doctor.

My patient is not responding to treatment.

You haven't found a compatible ribosome donor?

The lab is still processing the tests.

Early results indicate humans

have far too many bio-rejection factors.

I've also ruled out the Vulcans we've tested.

I think I'll try a little old-fashioned country medicine--

keep the fever down, try to let the body heal itself.

Keep me advised. Picard out.

Captain, the neutrino beacon is operational

and we've placed it

aboard a class-3 probe.

Well done, Ensign.

Mr. Worf, launch the probe.

Aye, aye, sir.

Probe has reached the surface, sir.

The neutrino stream is coming in strongly.

Sensors are tracking the probe despite the interference.

A stationary neutrino source...

Wesley Crusher.

Thank you, Wesley.

You are my prisoner!

Right.

Congratulations.

Surely a strategic triumph for the Romulan Empire.

Stay there!

My shoes are getting full of sand.

I just hate that, don't you?

Name and rank.

Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge.

I don't think I got yours.

A Romulan ship will arrive shortly.

You will accompany me on board.

I don't think so.

See, we heard your message, too, and, well...

the fleet's in, Commodore.

The sky's full of Federation ships.

You're lying.

I never lie when I've got sand in my shoes, Commodore.

Get up.

Seriously...

the only way out of here

is for you to put that thing down, and as soon as there's

a window in the storm...

Are you okay?

You got to be kidding.

Sit.

Welcome to Galorndon Core

where no good deed goes unpunished.

Yes, Doctor?

Lieutenant, good.

Come in.

Please sit down.

We have finally found a compatible ribosome match

for the Romulan

but only one--

you.

That is impossible.

I am a Klingon.

Different species, yes

but many humanoids have comparable cell structures

and you have what this Romulan needs.

There's absolutely no risk to you.

You did understand

that was the purpose of all the testing?

I have no objection to tests.

You have an objection to being a donor.

Yes.

Lieutenant, I understand your feelings about the Romulans

but this is not the time or the place...

If you had seen them kill your parents

you would understand, Doctor.

It is always the time and place for those feelings.

This Romulan didn't murder your parents

and you are the only one who can save his life.

Then he will die.

I sure wish you'd put that away.

You're afraid of dying.

You bet I am.

Who isn't?

I'm not.

Right.

To die in the service of my people?

Ah, the Romulan path to glory.

You can be sarcastic now

but in a few millennia, when humans are extinct

and the Romulan Empire spans the galaxy...

You really believe that stuff, don't you, Commodore?

You may address me as Centurion Bochra.

Bochra...

good, solid Romulan name.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Wrong.

Your heart rate just shot way up.

It translates a wide range of radiation

into neural impulses; allows me to see.

Without it, you're blind?

Yeah.

How did this happen?

I was born that way.

And your parents let you live?

What kind of question is that?

Of course they let me live.

No wonder your race is weak.

You waste time and resources on defective children.

Whoa...

Must be having some sort of... polarity shift.

The diagnostic insists everything's fine.

Hey... hey, your body temperature's

gone up almost another full point.

What are you saying?

I don't know. I...

It... it must be this place.

It's... all that electromagnetic soup.

It-it's wreaking havoc on our nervous systems.

Your metabolism's messed up.

So's my interface with the VlSOR.

We got to get out of here while we still can.

Sit down!

Bochra...

Sit down!

What is that?

It's just a background fluctuation, Commander.

He hasn't found it yet.

Then he must be hurt or dead.

When does our next window open up, Mr. Data?

There's no indication, Commander.

I have no way to predict.

Incoming Romulan transmission, Captain.

They're early.

The Romulan warbird should still be

29 minutes away from the edge of the Neutral Zone.

Close enough, however, to see that we're not there.

On screen.

Picard, I'm approaching the Federation border

and the Enterprise is not to be found.

Why?

My away team is unable to leave the surface

because of the storms.

And my officer?

He is alive.

His life remains in jeopardy?

Yes.

And yet you will still not permit me to cross

into your precious Federation space to retrieve him?

If the point has not yet been made clearly, Commander

Iet me make it again.

Romulan warships do not enter Federation space

unless they are prepared to do battle.

But a mission of mercy?

A mission to recover one of your officers

who has been caught on a Federation planet...

for reasons as yet unknown.

I have already explained.

And I have rejected your explanation.

Territories.

You would measure territories against a man's life?

Commander, I am singularly impressed

by your concern for a life.

Do not risk any more lives by leaving the Neutral Zone.

Picard out.

Bochra... Bochra, you're in bad shape

and my vision's getting worse.

Now, there's a beacon out there that'll get us back to my ship

but not if I can't find it.

I cannot surrender to the Federation.

Then stay here and die.

If the situation were reversed

would you not die to avoid capture?

I don't know.

I might, if I thought it was necessary

if the stakes were high enough

but they'd have to be pretty damned high.

I guess I'd make a pretty lousy Romulan, huh?

I no more wish to die than you do.

Bochra...

there are times when it's necessary

to die for one's ideals.

Do you believe this is one of those times?

Come on.

Let's go find that beacon.

Whoa.

What is it?

Everything's gone blank.

I'm blind.

Come.

Worf.

You are busy.

Forgive my intrusion.

For what it's worth

I understand your bitterness.

With respect, sir, you cannot.

I am asked to give up the very lifeblood

of my mother and my father to those who murdered them.

So you blame all Romulans for that?

Yes.

Forever?

What if someday, the Federation made peace with the Romulans?

Impossible.

That's what your people said a few years ago about humans.

Think how many died on both sides in that war.

Would you and I be here now, like this

if we hadn't been able let go of the anger and the blame?

Where does it end, Worf?

If that Romulan dies

does his family carry the bitterness

on another generation?

Then you believe I should.

What I believe doesn't matter.

My Starfleet training tells me one thing

but everything I am tells me another.

Lieutenant Worf, report to Sick Bay.

Acknowledged.

Lieutenant, his life is coming to an end.

I thought it important for you to see him again.

It's not too late to change your mind.

Come close to me, Klingon...

and let me die with my hands at your throat.

There is a substance within my cells

which you need to survive.

Then you've come to hear me beg for my life.

No.

I would rather die

than pollute my body with Klingon filth.

I've lost almost all feeling in my legs.

My synapses must be turning to jelly.

The VlSOR's fine.

I just can't see a thing.

How do we locate the beacon?

We don't.

Do all humans give up so easily?

Bochra, we're lost.

Unless you've got something that can smell neutrinos.

We have the sensor device you're carrying.

Tricorder.

It's not set up to detect neutrinos.

Your eye device does.

Connect them.

That's crazy-- they don't speak the same language.

Besides, I'd never be able to get an accurate sampling.

Wait a second.

Wait, I wouldn't need an accurate sampling

just a pointer.

A neutrino Geiger counter.

No, it's still not possible.

You cannot do it.

Under normal circumstances, maybe.

Here, no way.

Why?

Because I can't see!

Adapting the neural output pods of the VlSOR is tricky work.

It can't be done by touch.

Then I will be your eyes.

The storm is beginning to subside, Captain.

We should have a window in less than an hour.

There's still no indication that he's found the beacon, sir.

Assemble an away team.

Yes, sir.

Captain, the Romulan warship

has crossed the Neutral Zone border.

It is in Federation space, and heading towards us.

Belay that order, Number One.

Red Alert.

Make sure scanner select limiter

matches the VlSOR output range.

Not so fast.

Now, place the neural output pods

in contact with the tricorder scanner heads.

Ready.

Let her rip.

Bearing 3-5-0.

We did it!

The first Federation-Romulan co-venture.

The storm may be breaking.

With any luck, there will be

an electromagnetic window opening up

and we can get out of here.

At which point, I will be your prisoner.

Can you walk?

I don't know.

Well, let's find out.

Come on.

Okay, let's go.

Straight ahead.

Okay.

To the right.

Come.

You wish to see me, Captain?

Yes, Lieutenant.

I assume you know what it's about.

Yes.

The Romulan vessel will reach us within the hour.

If our patient dies

it may be just the excuse the Romulan commander needs

to start an incident.

The death of a Romulan officer at the hands of the Federation.

Think of it.

I have, Captain.

So, there is no question that the Romulan officer

is more valuable to us alive than dead.

I understand.

Lieutenant...

sometimes the moral obligations of command are less than clear.

I have to weigh the good of the many

against the needs of the individual

and try to balance them as realistically as possible.

God knows I don't always succeed.

I have not had cause to complain, Captain.

Oh, Lieutenant, you wouldn't complain

even if you had cause.

If you order me to agree to the transfusion

I will obey, of course.

I don't want to order you, but I ask you.

I... beg you to volunteer.

I cannot.

Lieutenant.

Sir?

That will be all.

Picard to Dr. Crusher.

Go ahead.

Do not continue

to enlist the cooperation of Lieutenant Worf.

I won't have to, Captain.

The Romulan has died.

We've found it.

Now we have to alter its signal pattern

so the Enterprise knows we've found it.

Will that be difficult?

No, not with your help.

Scanners are showing a window, Captain.

Expected duration?

Nine minutes, 40 seconds, sir.

No change in the neutrino beacon signal, sir.

Romulan ship approaching, bearing 354 mark 2-8-7.

On screen.

Entering phaser range.

We're being hailed, sir.

On viewer.

You have one chance to escape destruction, Picard.

Return my officer at once.

Commander, you have entered Federation space

despite my warning.

You forced the situation.

I will not leave without him.

He's dead.

Then he is but the first to fall, Picard.

The Romulan ship is routing power

to its forward disruptor array.

All shields to maximum.

Aye, sir.

Lock phasers on target.

Phasers locked and ready.

Captain, the signal pattern

from the neutrino beacon is modulating.

It's Geordi.

We can't transport him with the shields up.

If we lower our shields, the Romulan will strike.

The electromagnetic window on the planet is closing, sir.

Three minutes remain.

Transporter Room, lock onto the neutrino beam and stand by.

Standing by, Captain.

The window is allowing intermittent sensor readings.

There are still numerous ghost images

but I believe we are picking up

two life-forms near the beacon.

Another Romulan?

I cannot say.

The electromagnetic interference prevents an accurate reading.

But that's a likely hypothesis, Number One.

If Commander La Forge has located a second survivor...

Lieutenant, hail the Romulan vessel.

Aye, sir.

They are ignoring our hail.

Repeat the hail, all channels.

You see, they have no way of knowing

how accurate our sensors are.

Put on your best poker face, Number One.

Open a frequency.

Commander Tomalak...

it would appear our away team

has located a second man from your one-man ship.

We're preparing to beam them to the Enterprise.

After which, of course, we will return the survivor to you.

No acknowledgment, sir.

Commander, both our ships are ready to fight.

We have two extremely powerful and destructive arsenals

at our command.

Our next actions will have serious repercussions.

We have good reason to mistrust one another

but we have even better reason to set those differences aside.

Now, of course, the question is:

Who will take the initiative?

Who will make the first gesture of trust?

The answer is: I will.

I must lower our shields to beam those men up

from the planet's surface.

Once the shields are down

you will of course have the opportunity to fire on us.

If you do

you will destroy not only the Enterprise and its crew

but the cease-fire

that the Romulans and the Federation now enjoy.

Lieutenant, lower the shields.

Leave the hailing frequency open.

Yes, sir.

Shields down.

Mr. O'Brien, transport Commander La Forge

and the Romulan directly to the Bridge.

Aye, sir. Energizing.

Security team to the Bridge.

Belay that order, Lieutenant.

Shields up.

No one is going to harm you.

You have my word on that.

Well, Commander?

If he has been in any way mistreated...

I've given them no information, Commander

but I have not been mistreated.

In fact, this human saved my life.

Tomalak, how is it possible that you didn't know

of the second Romulan on Galorndon Core?

A simple misunderstanding, Captain Picard.

I was obviously misinformed as to the size of the craft.

I assure you I intended no deception.

Of course not.

You doubt my good faith?

Let's just say my faith would be strengthened

by a gesture from you--

such as powering down your disruptors.

Disruptors powering down.

Thank you.

Cancel Red Alert, Lieutenant.

Commander, we shall return your officer

and escort your ship to the Neutral Zone.

That is acceptable.

It's good to have you back, Commander.

It's good to be back, sir.

Actually, I have Centurion Bochra

to thank for it.

Indeed.

Commander La Forge and Lieutenant Worf

escort our guest to Transporter Room One.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Close call.

Too close, Number One.

Brinkmanship is a dangerous game.