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Someone sure stripped this place.

The reactor's gone.

No wonder they didn't answer our hail for two days.

Nothing here to answer with.

Commander, I am detecting life signs

from behind that door.

Worf?

Commander, take a look at this.

Blood.

Yes, but not human.

I'm going to have to do some analysis on it.

It's jammed.

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.

The two scientists are suffering

from phaser stuns.

I'd guess several hits each.

Several?

It'll take us a while to bring them around

but they will recover.

We found a sample of blood.

It's a rare iron-copper composite

unique to one humanoid species--

the Acamarians.

Acamarians?

Then that would suggest the Gatherers.

It is a likely hypothesis.

The nomadic marauders

who refer to themselves as Gatherers

have raided other outposts in neighboring sectors.

But they've never come out

this far before.

Mr. Crusher, set course for the Acamar system.

Aye, sir.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43421.9:

In an effort to put an end to the Gatherer raids

we have come to the Acamar system

to enlist the aid of Marouk, the Sovereign of Acamar lll.

Their raids have made this sector unsafe.

They've ransacked our research facilities

our trade routes have been disrupted.

The Gatherers are elusive.

We've only managed to capture a handful of them.

But with the Starfleet's help...

Hunting them down is not what I am proposing.

Reconciliation with the Gatherers

is impossible.

It's been tried.

Every time we've offered amnesty

they've rejected it.

When was the last attempt made?

Eighteen years ago.

Eighteen years?

For almost a century now, they've been parasites

moving from star system to star system

Iiving on what they could find

or steal.

They're still your people.

No. Captain...

you have to understand our history.

A hundred years ago

before the Gatherers split off from our culture

we were a savage, violent race.

Clans battled clans

bloody, vengeful feuds that lasted for generations

but we overcame those ways

all except for the Gatherers.

After a century of wandering, they may be ready to come home.

Despite your progress

you are a divided society, and so it will remain

until the Gatherers return to Acamar.

The attempt may be futile.

But there is so much to gain

and there is so little to lose by the effort.

This problem affects us all.

It cannot be ignored.

Sovereign Marouk, welcome to the Bridge.

Thank you, Captain.

How soon will you be ready to leave Acamar?

I'm ready now, Captain.

I need only bring aboard two more servants.

I'll see to that, and to your accommodations.

I have reason to believe

there is a Gatherer encampment somewhere in the Hromi Cluster.

Mr. Data?

The Federation has charted, but not explored

several Class-M planets in that area.

Any one of these planets might serve well as a base.

Mr. Crusher, set course for the Hromi Cluster.

Aye, sir.

A fine ship, Commander.

We're all very proud of her.

Yuta...

a light meal in 20 minutes.

May I be shown the kitchen, Commander?

You're the chef?

Yes, I'll prepare all meals

for the Sovereign and her servants.

Well, we can provide you with a kitchen

but it won't really be necessary.

These food dispensers

can synthesize anything that you may need.

I'll show you.

Sovereign, may I offer you a drink?

Yes, thank you.

Cold water.

Computer, a glass of water

five degrees.

Please.

You're also the food taster?

That's part of the cook's duties.

I'm sure the Sovereign will wish to sample

many of the cuisines your ship has to offer

but there are some Acamarian dishes

that she will insist upon.

I will arrange for a technician

to help program your recipes into the computer.

Of course, I'll have to try some of them.

What's your specialty?

I have none.

Don't be modest.

You can't tell me

you haven't come up with a few culinary delights.

There is a spiced Parthas dish.

Parthas...

A green vegetable with fleshy roots.

Parthas a la Yuta.

I look forward to tasting it.

Sovereign.

Chef.

Now entering standard orbit of Gamma Hromi ll, sir.

Captain, I am detecting life readings from the planet surface

as well as several small areas of thermal radiation

and carbon dioxide emissions indicative of combustion.

Campfires, Data.

Is that not what I said?

It's worth a look.

Make it so.

Data.

Worf.

Artonian lasers.

Tonkian homing beacons.

Quite a collection.

Noranium alloy, sir.

Its salvage value is quite low.

Looks like these Gatherers weren't too discriminating

about what they steal.

Commander.

Ambush!

Regalian phaser rifles, sir.

Not particularly powerful.

Powerful enough.

We came to talk!

Your words are wasted, Commander.

They understand only this.

We're here to establish a dialogue, Worf.

Data, tell me about noranium.

It vaporizes at...?

2,314 degrees, sir.

Of course, noranium car...

Thank you, Data.

Setting seven ought to do it.

Three, two, one...

now!

Enterprise, four to beam up!

Cowards!

Your ambushes would be more successful

if you bathed more often.

We've brought the Sovereign of Acamar.

Marouk? Here?

With an offer of amnesty.

Full dispensation will be extended

to all Gatherers who are willing to return to Acamar lll.

You don't trust me, Marouk.

Should l?

But you expect me to trust you.

Maybe you just poisoned it yourself.

Taste this, Temarek.

Barbarians.

This is futile.

Sovereign...

Brull!

Go home, old woman.

You people haven't changed in a hundred years!

You should know.

You were there.

Sit down!

Please.

Please.

Now, we're here to talk.

It's a waste of time, Captain.

They don't care about how they live.

Am I supposed to believe that you care how we live?

Yes.

Brull, she's here, isn't she?

Maybe you forced her to come, Picard.

Nobody forces me anywhere, Brull.

What is there for us on Acamar lll?

A life, a home.

You can end your wanderings, your miserable existence.

Do I look miserable to you?

The clan wars are over, Brull.

It is a past we're ashamed of.

It is why you had to leave.

Now... it is time to come home.

I want to speak privately

with Sovereign Marouk and Picard.

Everyone else, get out.

Any insights?

Brull's ready to negotiate.

He just wants privacy so that he won't appear weak

in front of the other Gatherers.

You are of the clan Lornak.

What of it?

I-I've seen... I've seen you before.

Yes.

But... but it's... it's impossible.

No. Look closer.

I am Yuta, of the clan Tralesta.

I am the last of my line, but my clan will outlive yours.

Marouk's offer has value.

Commander!

But still, I don't know.

But you'll agree

it is enough to present to your leader.

Chorgan is a better judge of these matters.

I will take it to him.

You'll hear from me in 20 days.

Brull, in 20 days, I hope to be very far from here.

With all due respect, Brull

I would like to make the offer to Chorgan myself.

We'll gladly take you with us on the Enterprise.

How many of your men do you want to accompany you?

I'll come alone.

If this is a trap...

Oh, it isn't.

Mallon, you'll be in charge while I'm gone.

If I am not back in ten days...

Brull! Brull!

Volnath...

Away team to Enterprise.

Medical emergency.

Volnath was an old man.

There's nothing to be done.

There's a chance that our doctors can do something.

You found him?

Yes, and there are no other members of Lornak clan here

so I claim his possessions.

Granted.

Have you no respect for the dead?

What's there to respect about a corpse?

Temarek, no!

He's been dead too long.

How?

Cardiac arrest.

You don't sound convinced.

No, he died of a heart attack, all right

but I can't find the cause.

His cardiac muscle is strong

and there's no sign of arterial occlusion.

Brull, will you show Mr. Crusher

the course to set to the Hromi Cluster?

A child?

This doesn't inspire my confidence.

This is our present position.

Set a heading for 3-4-3 mark 7-2.

That's going to take us

through the center of an asteroid belt.

Hey, what's the matter, kid?

Can't you fly yourself around a couple of rocks?

Sure, I can, but if we take this heading

we can avoid the belt completely

and only lose 12.1 minutes at warp 7.

Have it your way, kid.

For centuries, my planet was in chaos.

Loyalty to one's clan was absolute.

The slightest injury to one member

demanded violent retaliation.

And these blood feuds could last for decades?

The obsession with vengeance

would be passed

from generation to generation

and with each act of retribution

the violence would escalate.

It's not unlike much of the history of my own planet.

Your pardon, Sovereign.

May I be excused briefly?

Commander Riker requested

that I prepare him an Acamarian dish.

Of course, Yuta.

Hey...

What are you doing?

Homework.

What is this?

Math.

I can see that, but what does it mean?

This is the locally Euclidean metrization

of a k-fold contravariant Riemannian tensor field.

You any good at it?

You don't like me.

I didn't say that.

No problem.

I have many friends that don't like me

but what do you know about me?

You're a thief.

I steal to survive, not because I enjoy it.

We Gatherers value our freedom.

We do what we want and we answer to no creature.

Then why are you helping Sovereign Marouk

to change all that?

Maybe because I want something better

for me and for my children.

You have children?

Yeah.

Two sons.

One's just about your age.

He's not any good at math.

Parthas a la Yuta!

With the help of one of your food stations.

It's wonderful.

Truly excellent.

Thank you.

Would you care to join us?

I don't want to intrude.

You're not.

I was just leaving anyway.

Please sit down.

It really is delicious.

I'm glad it pleases you, Commander.

I'm not your Commander.

My name is William.

I will call you William, if you prefer.

I do. When you say "Commander"

you say it like you say "Sovereign" to Marouk.

As a servant.

You're an excellent Commander, but you'd make a poor Sovereign.

Why's that? Not that I disagree.

You're not comfortable with servants.

No, I prefer the company of equals.

So you treat me as an equal.

And you're not comfortable with that?

I'm not used to it.

I've always been a servant.

Not that I'm complaining.

The Sovereign treats me well.

I have all that I could want.

What about freedom?

I can never have that.

Because you're the property of the Sovereign?

No, I'm not her slave.

I can leave whenever I wish.

But you have no place to go?

Just the opposite.

My path is all too clear.

Yuta, you're an excellent chef, but you speak in riddles.

I've never been very good at conversation.

Yuta?

I believe the Sovereign wants me to return.

Enjoy the Parthas.

Sick Bay to Commander Riker.

I've discovered something interesting, Will.

On my way.

You're scowling, Doctor.

I'm thinking.

And?

The old Gatherer on the planet?

I know what caused his heart attack.

The medical tricorder almost missed it

but there was a microvirus in his body

blocking his autonomic nerve impulses.

And that stopped his heart?

But here's the really interesting part.

This microvirus will only attach itself

to cells with a very specific DNA sequence.

How specific?

Without knowing more about their genetic makeup

I can't be sure, but my guess is

this virus would only kill one Acamarian in a million.

Pretty single-minded bug.

Too single-minded.

I can't believe

it's a naturally occurring virus.

Meaning someone engineered it?

Meaning Volnath was murdered.

Commander Riker, Acamar lll has agreed

to your request for access to their databases.

They are now being transmitted into our computer

over subspace link.

Good.

Notify Dr. Crusher

when Acamar's medical database is on-line.

Riker out.

Come in.

I'm disturbing you.

Not at all.

As...

the Sovereign has no further need

for my services this evening

she suggested I might spend some time with you.

What a charming suggestion.

She appreciates the...

affection you've shown me.

Was I that obvious?

Yes.

Well, I've already dined.

Maybe you know a good Acamarian dessert recipe.

Does that not please you?

Tell me what you want, William.

I will do anything you wish.

Wait a minute.

I don't understand.

Don't you want me to give you pleasure?

Not as a servant.

I told you, I prefer equals.

Even in the matters of love?

Especially in matters of love.

I've offended you.

No, I only want to make you as happy as you want to make me.

You're entitled to that.

No.

I'm not.

Yuta...

I do not feel pleasure or passion.

I haven't been able to for a long time.

I don't know who did this to you

or why

but it can change.

I wish it could.

Tonight most of all.

I'm sorry.

Your people have prepared a warm welcome.

That's Chorgan's ship.

Shields holding.

Mr. Worf

contact Chorgan.

Tell him Brull has brought us to talk.

Chorgan is not responding.

Mr. Worf, can we knock out their shields

without seriously damaging their ship?

I believe we can, sir.

Prepare phasers and open a channel.

Phasers locked.

Channel open.

Chorgan, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Enterprise.

All right.

Let's focus their attention.

Mr. Worf, fire phasers.

Their forward shields are inoperative.

Well done, Lieutenant.

We are being hailed, sir.

That's better.

On screen.

Brull, you traitor!

You have led them here to destroy me!

Chorgan, if I had wanted you destroyed

you would not be talking to me now.

Obviously, I wanted something else.

And what is that?

I have on board Sovereign Marouk of Acamar lll.

I want you to hear what she and Brull have to say.

She's worth listening to.

I don't wish to listen to either of you.

You have no choice.

Prepare to receive us.

We are beaming on board.

Picard out.

Cancel red alert.

Tell Sovereign Marouk

to meet me in Transporter Three.

Aye, sir.

You're going alone, Captain?

The danger is minimal, Number One.

Chorgan is unlikely to do anything rash

with the Enterprise's phasers trained on his ship.

There are still risks.

For these negotiations to succeed

I must be a mediator, not an enforcer.

You have the Bridge, Number One.

Brull.

Chorgan.

This is Sovereign Marouk.

You may sit.

Chorgan, I think you will find Marouk's proposal...

You know, Picard...

I could take you prisoner.

Oh, don't worry.

I've no intention of doing so.

I know what trouble it's been for you to get here

and I am curious why.

Then let's proceed.

Quite simply, I'm proposing amnesty for every Gatherer.

Amnesty?!

You mean slavery.

Chorgan

if you want to know what I think...

I don't.

Say what you came to say

but I doubt I'm going to believe you.

I didn't believe this very persuasive Federation Captain

when he suggested we could reconcile our differences.

I'm convinced now it is the right thing.

Not just for you, but for us, too.

We need you back.

I've brought

some Acamarian brandy.

I'm sure it's been a long time.

Hmm...

No.

You have spent a century hunting us down.

She is trying to put an end to all that.

Yes, and luring us back

and putting us in prison.

No, by accepting you back as free men.

Will you feed us and clothe us, too?

No, of course I won't.

What I will do

is give you the means to feed and clothe yourself.

We've set aside some land and you can use it to...

Land?

Do we look like farmers to you?

Then don't farm.

Use the land as you wish; it's yours.

And the moment you set foot on it

you'll be better off than you are today.

You won't be running any longer.

We will need autonomy.

Autonomy?!

Sovereign, if we can

at least acknowledge

that Chorgan appears willing to discuss your offer...

There are many levels of autonomy.

Certainly your region would have certain rights.

Yes.

And those rights will be spelled out

before I agree to anything.

Commander, I am afraid

the only entry we have on Volnath

in the Acamarian database is a birth record.

Probably one of the last of the Gatherers

to be born on their planet.

Commander, I've been digging through the medical database

from Acamar lll for hours

and I have found another victim of the same microvirus

that killed Volnath

but only one-- 53 years ago--

a gatherer named Penthor-Mul.

Data

anything in your file on Penthor-Mul?

Yes, sir.

He was a member of the Lornak clan.

He was captured

while leading a Gatherer raid on an Acamarian outpost.

He died of a heart attack before his trial ended.

Display Volnath's birth record again.

Lornak... the same clan.

The only two recorded deaths by this microvirus--

both from the same clan.

What does that tell us, Doctor?

If these microbes were engineered for murder

I'd say somebody could be going after a whole family.

Commander

Chorgan, the present leader of the Gatherers

is also from the Lornak clan.

I want to know how this clan was involved

with the Acamarian blood feuds

and I'd like to know any clue as to who their enemies were.

How could this virus have been transmitted, Doctor?

More ways than I can count.

And it's perfectly safe to the carrier

as long as he doesn't have the same DNA patterns.

Tailor-made for their enemies.

Commander, 80 years ago

the Lornaks massacred a rival clan, the Tralestas.

It ended a feud that had lasted for 200 years.

Ended it?

According to these records

there were no survivors.

The Tralestas were annihilated.

Something tells me they weren't all wiped out.

There must be a missing link here.

Computer, any members of the Acamarian delegation

from the Tralesta clan?

Clan affiliation is not within provided records.

Sir, I believe I have found a correlation

between the two deaths-- your "missing link."

That is Penthor-Mul being led from his trial.

I don't see the connection.

Behind him and to the left, sir.

Computer, scan left and magnify.

The computer can extrapolate

and reconstruct the rest of the face, sir.

Do it.

But that photograph was taken over 50 years ago.

Fifty-three years ago and she hasn't aged a day.

Three seats on the ruling council?!

If we're going to be subject to your law

we want a part in making it.

Well, I agree you're entitled to representation

but not on the ruling council.

Unacceptable.

The real power is in the council.

You're shutting us off already.

No, you're trying to take too much.

No group has three seats on the council.

I don't care what others have.

You only care about what you can take!

Sovereign, if the situation were reversed

I'm sure you would be demanding equal levels of representation.

You're right, Captain.

I apologize for my temper.

Perhaps a brief pause would be helpful.

I agree.

Hmm...

Maybe a little touch of that brandy?

Yuta.

You know

thank you-- it is remarkable

how very much alike the two of you actually are.

That's ridiculous.

Really, Captain.

No, I'm quite serious.

You are both able negotiators, strong leaders.

We don't obey weak leaders.

We have nothing in common at all.

We haven't agreed to anything.

You're wrong, Chorgan.

You have agreed to have some brandy together.

Don't move.

A Federation trap.

Chorgan, I assure you my First Officer

has a very good reason for his actions.

You do, Number One?

Yuta, move away from Chorgan.

Do it.

Why?

Because of a man you once knew named Penthor-Mul.

Penthor-Mul?

How do you know Penthor-Mul?

Tell him, Yuta.

I don't understand.

You were with Penthor-Mul when he died.

It was 50 years ago.

How could l...?

I know, Yuta.

Stop.

Chorgan...

keep perfectly still.

Your life is in danger.

Step back, Yuta.

William, this is not your concern.

It is now.

You're about to commit a murder.

It isn't murder.

It's justice.

Who are you?

Yuta of the clan Tralesta.

There-there are no more Tralestas.

Five survived the last Lornak raid

but on that day, a century ago

my life ended and my search began.

I was the one chosen, transformed.

My cells were altered

and my aging slowed

enough to finish my task.

You used me

in order to get to the last few you couldn't reach.

Yes, Sovereign.

You will never leave this ship alive.

You're the last.

Once you're dead, what happens to me doesn't matter.

The wars are over, Yuta.

You cannot understand.

You're right, I can't

because I've seen the part of you

that regrets what you've become.

Listen to me.

You don't have to do this anymore.

I have no choice.

You do.

William, l...

I'm sorry.

Stop!

Yuta...

Don't do this.

Commander, I am in your debt.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Hello, sir.

New orders from Starfleet.

The rendezvous-- nothing, thank you--

the rendezvous with the Goddard

has been postponed.

In the meantime?

Starbase 343.

We are to take on medical supplies

for the Alpha Leonis system.

Sounds pretty routine.

Well, with the Gatherer truce in effect

it certainly should be.

Oh... we won't require a full ship's complement.

I'm going to extend shore leave on the Starbase

to anyone who wants it.

I'll pass that along to the crew, Captain.