All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s05e03.Ensign.Ro

There's a time when you want
to call a Romulan's bluff

and there's a time
when you don't.

Wouldn't you say?

Well, one does not
always have the luxury.

Well, you've got to choose
your time and place with them.

True or false?

Yes, wherever possible.

Well... so, this time
you were lucky.

Hmm.

Ah, I suppose all's well
that ends well

but if I'd been in your shoes...

Well, you know, that really
does look very nice, Mr. Mot.

I think that will be sufficient.

Ah. Hold on.

Hmm...

There.

You know, I must tell you,
Captain

Will Riker was in for a trim
yesterday

and he agrees with me 100%.

Bridge to Captain Picard.

Yes?

Sorry to interrupt.

We're receiving
an emergency distress signal

from the Solarion IV colony.

Uh-oh, that's right along
the Cardassian border.

Lay in a new course.

I'm on my way.

I told him
we shouldn't have colonized

so close to the Cardassians.

Report.

The signal ended
abruptly at 0455.

Unable to raise them
on subspace.

Hail them on the upper and lower
band frequencies, Mr. Worf.

I've tried.
No response.

Time to the Solarion system?

26 minutes, Captain.

I understand
you've been discussing

alternative adversarial
engagement strategy

with Mr. Mot.

It would be more accurate to say
he was discussing them with me.

He's the best barber
in Starfleet.

What can you do?

Sir, receiving another signal

of a vessel leaving orbit
of Solarion IV.

New frequency, low band,
audio only.

Open a channel.

This is the Bajora.

We claim responsibility
for the destruction

of the Federation colony
on Solarion IV.

As long as we are
without our homeland

no one will be safe
in this sector.

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 45076.3.

We have arrived
at Lya Station Alpha

with survivors from Solarion IV.

Admiral Kennelly
has rendezvoused

to discuss
the Bajoran terrorist attack.

Sorry.

Ginger tea with honey,
80 degrees Celsius.

Ginger tea?

My Aunt Adele's cure
for the common cold.

Common, hell.

I picked this up from the
Cardassian liaison this weekend.

It's some damn virus
they've sicced on me.

Did he have anything to say
about this attack?

It's the same old story
for the Cardassians.

They've had terrorist problems
ever since they annexed

the Bajoran home world
40 years ago.

But in 40 years,
they've never attacked

a Federation target.

A new militant splinter group

has broken away from
the Bajoran settlement camps.

Leader's name is Orta.

Apparently, he's willing to do

whatever he has to
to get attention.

And our response?

Listen, Jean-Luc.

I'm the first to say
the Bajora deserve attention.

Chased off their own planet
by the Cardassians

forced to wander the galaxy

settling wherever
they can find room...

it's tragic.

On many worlds we've been to,
they are isolated

treated as pariahs.

The Federation
is sympathetic to their cause

but they're not
helping themselves

with an attack like this.

That's what I want you
to communicate to them.

But this could be done

through diplomatic
channels, Admiral.

What do you really want of us?

Find this terrorist leader Orta.

Get him back where he belongs
any way you can.

Any way I can?

The Federation has dozens
of settlements in that sector.

We cannot allow
the violence to continue.

And what do I have

to offer Orta that might
persuade him to cooperate?

Amnesty.

Admiral...

And a promise
that we will immediately

begin to address this issue
with the Cardassians.

Quietly, behind the scenes

using every legitimate
means possible.

But the Bajora must be patient.

Admiral, they've endured

generations of sympathy
and promises.

How can I believe that this Orta

will be satisfied
with more of the same?

It's your job to see to it
that he does, Jean-Luc.

Riker to Captain Picard.

Go ahead.

Have you approved

the transfer of a new officer
to the Enterprise?

Negative.

Well we've got one
waiting to beam aboard

complete with orders.

Ensign Ro Laren.

Ro Laren?

From the Wellington?

The very same.

Shall I tell her
there's been some mistake?

Stand by, Commander.

I wrote the orders.

I thought she might
be valuable to you.

Admiral, respectfully

I would appreciate
consulting rights

on the assigning
of a new officer

especially one
with the record of Ro Laren.

She's Bajoran.

There are other Bajorans
in Starfleet.

Assign one of them.

I've discussed
this situation with her

and I am convinced
that she is the right one

for this job.

After what happened on Garon II

she has no business
serving on any starship...

let alone the flagship,
my ship!

You're taking her, Captain.

It's been arranged.

I can't tell you
how difficult it was

to get her out of prison.

It's that important to you?

It's that important
to the mission.

Picard to Riker.

Go ahead.

Proceed with the transport.

Sir...?

I'll fill you in later.

Yes, sir.

I hope you and I don't
regret this, Admiral.

You can handle her, Captain...

if anyone can.

Ensign Ro Laren reporting
as ordered, Commander.

You will follow
Starfleet uniform code

aboard this ship, Ensign.

There will be
members of this crew

who will not want to serve
with Ensign Laren, sir.

They will have to learn
to live with it.

I intend to demand the highest
level of performance from her.

I would expect nothing less.

It won't be for long, Will.

Come.

Yes, Ensign Laren,
please sit down.

Ensign Ro, sir.

I beg your pardon?

The Bajoran custom

has the family name first,
the individual's name second.

I am properly addressed
as Ensign Ro.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

No, there's no reason
you should.

It's an old custom.

Most Bajora these days

accept the distortion
of their names

in order to assimilate.

I do not.

I wish to be candid
with you, Ensign.

Please.

I'm fully aware
of your Starfleet record

of your problems on other ships,
and the incident

at Garon II that led
to your court-martial.

And I'm concerned
about your presence

on this delicate mission.

I don't want to be here

any more than you
want me to be here, sir.

Then why did you take
this assignment?

If I may be equally candid?

It's better than prison.

Better than prison?

There are officers who wait
years to serve on this ship.

Being called back
into Starfleet was not my idea.

Nor ours.

Nevertheless, we will
all be serving together.

Commander Riker and I
have expectations...

Captain, I know the routine.

You don't have
to worry about me.

We're stuck with each other.

So let's just get this over with
as quickly as possible

and go our own
separate ways, okay?

Dismissed.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We are approaching
the Valo system

on the outskirts
of Cardassian territory

where many Bajorans
have resettled.

There are dozens
of Bajoran camps

on the three Class-M planets.

I suggest we start on Valo III

where an ad hoc leader
named Jaz Holza lives.

The Federation has had
several dealings with him.

I met Holza at a symposium
a few years ago.

What can you tell us
about him, Doctor?

I found him to be
a very concerned leader

and a good spokesman
for his people.

And a terrific dancer.

No, really, I'm serious.

At a...
a reception afterwards.

At least this man has
genuine experience in diplomacy.

And that's a big advantage
on this mission.

Very well, Mr. Data.

Will you contact Holza
and arrange a meeting?

Yes, sir.

Ensign Ro.

You're familiar
with the star system.

You'll take the conn.

Is there a problem, Ensign?

You're wasting your time.

Holza is nobody.

He's the token Bajoran

that respectable people
invite to symposiums

and diplomatic soirees

but he has no real
influence among my people.

Ensign, whom do you
suggest we speak to?

Don't you understand?

These are desperate people
ready to martyr themselves.

They don't want to talk.

Well, this ship is prepared
to defend itself if necessary.

Oh, it will be.

Don't fool yourself.

This mission
will end in bloodshed.

Well, let's hope
that you're mistaken, Ensign

but can you point us
at the right individual

as Mr. Data suggested?

I would go to the camp

on the southern continent
of Valo II.

Find a man named Keeve Falor.

He has no diplomatic experience
and he won't ask you to dance.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

I read about the achievements

of the ancient Bajoran
civilization

in my fifth grade reader.

They were architects and artists

builders and philosophers

when humans were not yet
standing erect.

Now I see how history
has rewarded them.

This used to be me.

Baleekam. Baleek, baleek!

Baleekam. Baleek!

Baleek!

Ro Laren.

It's been a long time.

Keeve Falor.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard

Commander Data
and Lieutenant Worf.

I'm pleased you agreed
to meet with us, Mr. Keeve.

You honor me by the proper use
of my name, Captain.

Ensign Ro has educated me.

Has she?

I'm pleased you still remember.

Let me show you our camp.

We are not
a violent race, Captain.

Just passionate about our cause

and that passion has led some
to take up arms.

Do you know
where we can find Orta?

I'm afraid not.

Can you help us to locate him?

I'm sorry;
I don't wish to help you.

Don't misunderstand.

I, for one, believe the raid
on the Federation outpost

was poor judgment.

You are innocent bystanders,
and I cannot condone violence

against those
who are not our enemies.

Then, I-I don't understand
why you're unwilling.

Because you are
innocent bystanders.

You were innocent
bystanders for decades

as the Cardassians
took our homes

as they violated
and tortured our people

in the most hideous ways
imaginable

as we were forced to flee.

We were saddened by those
events, but they occurred

within the designated borders
of the Cardassian Empire.

And the Federation is pledged
not to interfere

in the internal affairs
of others.

How convenient
that must be for you...

to turn a deaf ear
to those who suffer

behind a line on a map.

Well, I'm not here to debate
Federation policy with you

but I can offer you
assistance.

Simply because of one
terrorist attack?

Perhaps I should have known,
then.

We should have attacked
the Federation long ago.

What do you think of that, Ro?

I think you're a small man

who feels a rush of power
in his belly

and enjoys it far too much,
Keeve.

Stop talking and listen.

We've had our problems
with the Cardassians, too

but now that we have a treaty,
we're in a position to help.

Your people have been forced

to resettle all over
the quadrant, but now

we can make a legitimate case
with the Cardassians

that this is not
an isolated problem.

We can work diplomatically
on your behalf

but first, these terrorist
attacks must end.

We live in different
universes, you and I.

Yours is about diplomacy,
politics, strategy.

Mine is about blankets.

If we were to exchange
places for one night

you might better understand.

Mr. Data,
see that the replicators

provide a blanket
for every man, woman and child

before nightfall.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, determine
what these people may have

in the way of emergency needs
and provide for them.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Return to your ship.

I will contact you
when I have any information

that might be
of assistance to you.

Ensign.

You were helpful.

The blankets were helpful.

Nothing I said mattered.

In an age when their technology

should be able to clothe
and feed all of them...

that they should live like this.

I couldn't and I wouldn't.

That's one reason I ran away.

They're lost, defeated.

I will never be.

Captain's Log, Stardate 45077.8.

Keeve Falor has kept his promise

and directed us toward
the third moon of Valo I

where we will meet tomorrow

with the terrorist leader,
Orta.

Do you mind if we join you?

Yes.

I'll tell you one thing.

If I ever find myself
on an away team with Ensign Ro

I won't turn my back on her.

Perhaps the Captain felt

she'd be valuable
on the mission.

That was orders.
Had to be.

She doesn't belong here.

She doesn't even belong
in the uniform

as far as I'm concerned.

Really?

Really.

Sounds like someone
I'd like to know.

Excuse me.

Am I disturbing you?

Yes.

Good.

You look like someone
who wants to be disturbed.

I'd rather be alone.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

I beg your pardon?

Well, if you wanted
to be alone

you would have stayed
in your quarters.

The only reason to come here
is to be amongst people.

Who-who are you?

My name is Guinan.

I tend bar...

and I listen.

Huh.

You heard anything interesting?

Everyone's talking about you.

Heard anything interesting?

Mm-hmm.

Well, it's all true.

I believe truth is in the eye
of the beholder.

Isn't that supposed
to be beauty?

Truth, beauty...
works for a lot of things.

They say you never told
the true story of Garon II.

They also say

you didn't defend yourself
at your court-martial.

What was to defend?

I didn't follow orders.

Eight members
of the away team died.

Your fault.

Yeah, my fault.

So you sit alone
in crowded rooms

staring at your drink.

I think you enjoy it.

I enjoy it?

Well, you work so hard
at torturing yourself.

I can only think
you must enjoy it.

Who are you?

I told you, I'm Guinan.

I tend bar and I listen.

Well, you're not like
any bartender I ever met before.

And you're not like
any Starfleet officer

I've ever met before

but that sounds
like the beginning

of a... very interesting
friendship.

I don't stay anywhere
long enough to make friends.

Too late.

You just did.

Excuse me.

Bridge to Ensign Ro.

Go ahead.

Subspace communication
coming in for you, Ensign.

Thank you.

Computer, direct subspace
transmission to monitor.

Your report, Ensign.

Everything is going exactly
as you predicted, Admiral.

Any indications of weapons
or vessels beneath the surface?

The composition
of the moon's surface

is blocking the sensors.

Which is very likely
why they chose this moon

for their base of operations.

We're on a timetable here.

Where's Ro?

Picard to Ensign Ro.

Computer, locate Ensign Ro.

Ensign Ro is not on board
the Enterprise.

Check the transport Log.

She beamed down
almost six hours ago, sir.

Any activity
at the meeting site?

No, sir, they didn't show up.

What the hell is going on?

Prepare to transport us

to the same location
Ensign Ro beamed to.

Mr. Worf, phasers.

I am picking up
molecular displacement traces.

That suggests movement
in this area

during the last ten hours.

See if we can determine
their direction.

Standard search pattern.

Maintain
tricorder security link.

Mr. Worf, you come with me.

Data

I'm picking up energy
fluctuations over here.

Troi to Picard.

Captain, acknowledge.

Data to Picard.

Data to Worf.

Hold it.

Captain Picard.

I am Orta.

Please forgive my appearance.

Unfortunately, some years ago

as a guest of the Cardassians,
my face was mutilated.

My vocal cords were cut.

It was not necessary
to abduct us.

I am sorry

but after speaking with Ro Laren

I decided that it was.

Then she has done us both
a disservice.

I am committed to peace.

I am not at all interested
in peace

and I am not convinced
that you are either.

Captain, I did not come here
to undermine this mission.

Whatever your motives

you've already done enough
to damage these negotiations.

I came here to convince
these people to listen to you.

I didn't want this to end
in bloodshed.

There will be no bloodshed.

You don't know all the facts,
sir.

Then perhaps you would
share them with me, Ensign.

All is not what it seems to be,
Captain.

Perhaps someone is using you
to get to me.

Perhaps you are a victim
of this deception as well.

I do not know.

Deception?

Your mission

was to seek out
the Bajoran terrorists

who destroyed the Federation
settlement on Solarion IV.

Yes.

As I have informed Ro Laren,
it was not the Bajora.

He admits responsibility
for dozens of attacks

on Cardassian targets.

Why should we believe him
about Solarion IV?

He has no reason to lie.

He fears our reprisal.

I perceived no fear
or deception from him.

If they did not attack
Solarion IV, then who did?

And why would anyone want
to falsely implicate

the Bajora?

Perhaps someone wanted
to draw us into the conflict.

But what would anyone gain
by doing that?

Ensign Ro, may I see you
in my ready room.

Yes, sir.

You do not leave this ship
without authorization.

Captain, I'm sorry, but I...

This is not a discussion.

You're restricted
to your quarters

for the remainder
of this mission.

Dismissed.

What?

Hello.

It's me, Guinan.

I heard you got grounded.

I really don't feel
like talking right now.

Come on, sure you do.

Why is it every time
I tell you something

you tell me I mean
the exact opposite?

Because you're
one of those people

who's got their poles reversed.

Do you want to talk about it?

It's nothing
you can help me with.

Well, how do you
know until you try?

Look, I got myself into this.

I'm just trying to figure
a way out, that's all...

without anyone getting killed
this time.

Seems like everybody's
just pulling my strings

you know,
like I've got no control.

Hmm.

For people like you and me...

who've lost their homes...

sometimes that's
the way life feels.

I'm in trouble.

There's more going on here

than anybody on this ship
realizes.

It's more than I know how
to deal with

and I really don't know
who to trust anymore.

Including yourself?

Oh, especially myself.

Hmm.

You know, a very long time ago

I got into
some serious trouble too...

and I mean serious... and I'd
probably still be there...

if I hadn't trusted one man.

Come.

Ensign Ro has some things
she'd like to talk to you about.

Ensign Ro has been confined
to her quarters.

Well, she can go back
to her quarters when she's done.

Guinan, I don't know why you're
involved in this, but...

She's my friend.

Please sit down.

Guinan is very selective
about whom she calls a friend.

Sir, when I finish telling you
what I have to tell you

I'm probably going to end up
back in the stockade

one way or the other

and if that's the way
it has to be, then...

I just can't do this anymore.

What can you not do
anymore, Ensign?

Admiral Kennelly came to me
in prison

and told me
he'd arrange to get me out

if I'd go on a mission.

I know that part.

No, sir, not this mission.

One for him and only him.

You were being sent to talk,
to negotiate.

The Admiral knew
that was hopeless.

My job was to give Orta
an incentive.

What kind of incentive?

One that you couldn't offer.

One that Starfleet
couldn't offer.

Orta was to end the terrorism
against the Federation

and return with his people
to the camps.

In exchange,
he would get weapons, ships...

things that would
really make a difference

against the Cardassians
in the future.

I find that impossible
to believe...

that Admiral Kennelly

would consider supplying weapons
to the terrorists?

If you ask him, he'll deny it,
but it's true.

I didn't leave the ship
without authorization, Captain.

I received it
from the Admiral last night.

You have been in contact

with Admiral Kennelly
during this mission?

Yes, sir.

The subspace log can confirm
that part of it at least.

Arming these people
is a violation

of everything
that the Federation stands for.

Even you cannot
be blind to that.

No, sir, I'm not

but this was something
I had to do.

You see, Captain

when I was seven years old

I was given a piece
of sugar candy

and I was led by a Cardassian

into a room
where my father was sitting

and he looked at me
with eyes I'd never seen.

The Cardassian
began to ask him questions

and during the next two hours,
as I was forced to watch...

my father was tortured
until he died

and I remember feeling...

so ashamed of him
as he begged for mercy.

I was ashamed of him
for being weak.

I was ashamed of being Bajoran.

Later, I began to understand how
misguided those feelings were...

and yet, somehow
they have remained a part of me.

I don't want to be ashamed of
my heritage any longer, Captain.

I serve the Federation,
but I am Bajoran.

A Starfleet admiral presented me

with an opportunity
to help my people

in their fight
against the Cardassians.

I had to accept.

Have you made this offer
to Orta?

No.

After he told me the Bajora
hadn't attacked Solarion IV

nothing made sense anymore.

I decided to wait
until I could figure out

what was going on.

That was a wise choice, Ensign.

It probably saved you
from another court-martial.

Have you briefed
Admiral Kennelly

since we returned
from the surface?

No, sir.

Captain, I don't know
who to trust anymore

but that strange bartender
of yours

has a way of getting to you

and... well, she said
that you were her friend.

Then we have one thing
in common.

Do you think that Orta
would cooperate with us

to determine the truth here?

I think I can persuade him to.

Good.

Our orders were to find him

to bring him back to the camps
any way we could.

Perhaps that's exactly
what we should do.

And then what?

And then watch what happens.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

I have become convinced

that we are somehow involved
in a conspiracy.

I'm hopeful
the purpose behind it

will be revealed
in the next few hours.

Well done, Captain.

It was a team effort, Admiral.

Ensign Ro was invaluable.

Good.

What's the next step?

The Enterprise will escort
a Bajoran Antares-class cruiser

to the Valo III camp
at 0500 hours.

Orta and his people
will be on board.

Good. Keep us advised
of your progress.

Acknowledged.

How's that Cardassian virus,
Admiral?

A lot better.
Thank you.

I'm pleased.

We'll report as soon
as our mission is accomplished.

Picard out.

Ensign Ro, take us
to the designated coordinates.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Data, keep an eye
on the Cardassian border.

Aye, sir.

The Bajoran vessel is moving up
from the surface, Captain.

On screen.

Hail them, Mr. Worf.

Audio channel open.

The ship does not have
visual capabilities.

This is Captain Picard.

We're prepared to escort you
to Valo III.

Acknowledged, Captain.

Be advised that our ship
is limited to half impulse.

Ensign Ro, set a course
for Valo III.

Half impulse.

Aye, sir.

I am monitoring
increased activity

inside Cardassian space.

Two ships moving
along the border

heading 142 mark 051.

Can you identify the class
of those ships, Mr. Worf?

Cardassian warships,
Galor-class, type three.

Top of the line.

They are moving into a course
parallel to our own, Captain.

Yellow Alert.

Continue to monitor them.

Ensign Ro

what's the closest we come
to the Cardassian border

at our current heading
to Valo III?

13,400 kilometers, sir.

ETA?

Eight minutes.

That's where it'll be.

The Cardassian ships
are changing course, sir.

They are crossing the border.

They are increasing power
to their forward weapons grid.

Red Alert.

Ensign Ro, set a course
to intercept the Cardassians.

Mr. Worf, open a channel
to the Bajoran vessel.

Open.

This is the Enterprise.

We are moving to intercept
two Cardassian warships.

Maintain your present
course and speed.

Acknowledged, Enterprise.

The Cardassians are
within visual range.

On screen.

They are hailing us, sir.

Open a channel, Mr. Worf.

This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation
Starship Enterprise.

How can we help you?

Gul Dolak,
Cardassian Militia 4-1.

We have no argument
with you, Captain.

I'm pleased to hear
that, Gul Dolak.

All of us in the Federation

value our peaceful relations
with our Cardassian neighbors.

No more than we value
the relations

with our Federation neighbors.

Well, now that we've established
our mutual goodwill

what's on your mind?

We have identified
the Bajoran ship

you are escorting
as a terrorist carrier.

A terrorist carrier?

Are you certain?

Most certain, Captain.

It has committed many crimes
against us.

We know its markings well.

Well, rest assured,
Gul Dolak there will be

no terrorist attacks today.

We are escorting
the Bajoran settlers

to their camp on Valor III.

You can monitor their course
if you wish.

We would request
that you withdraw

and leave the matter to us.

This is neutral space,
Gul Dolak.

You have no jurisdiction here.

Nor do you.

If we withdraw

what do you intend to do
with the Bajoran vessel?

We intend to destroy it.

I see.

That puts me
in a difficult position.

I promised to escort
these people to their camps.

You are protecting the enemies
of the Cardassian people.

If you do not withdraw,
we will take great offense.

I'm sorry to offend
you, Gul Dolak

but we cannot withdraw.

We are prepared to take
any steps necessary.

Is that intended as a threat?

It is a complaint...

from your Cardassian neighbors.

You have one hour to withdraw.

Advise Starfleet
of our status, Mr. Data.

When Admiral Kennelly calls

I'll speak to him
in my ready room.

It seemed, Admiral,
that they knew our course

our destination, our plan.

I'm sure they monitor
the border at all times

for terrorist activity.

Their sensors must have
picked up Orta's ship.

That's all.

I'm not convinced of that.

The important thing
is what do we do now.

Do you have any suggestions,
Admiral?

Your top priority is to protect
the Cardassian treaty.

Sir, I see

no way to protect
the Cardassian peace

without sacrificing the Bajoran.

If that's your call,
I'll support it.

No. I'm not willing
to give them up.

I don't think you're looking
at the big picture, Jean-Luc.

We can't afford
to lose the Cardassian treaty.

Well, I just see a different
big picture, Admiral.

It looks something like this...

I see the Cardassian liaison,
with his Cardassian virus

coming to meet with you
after the attack on Solarion IV.

"Now, we have
a common enemy," he says.

"The Bajoran terrorists."

The Cardassians can't find them,
but maybe the Federation can.

I am beginning to see

that our mission has, in fact,
been to expose Orta

so that the Cardassians
can move in and destroy him.

I think you've lost
your perspective, Captain.

We'll discuss this further
when you return.

For now, I'm giving you
a direct order to withdraw.

Kennelly out.

Ensign Ro, set a course
bearing 187 mark 102.

One-quarter impulse.

Aye, sir.

He's ordered us to withdraw?

The Cardassians are moving

toward the Bajoran vessel,
Captain.

Hold present course.

The Bajoran ship
has been destroyed.

Subspace signal coming in
from Starfleet, Captain.

Admiral Kennelly.

On screen.

It is on a secure channel, sir.

In your ready room?

No.

Here. On screen.

Report.

The Cardassians have destroyed
the Bajoran ship, Admiral.

All hands lost?

No, sir.

Survivors?

No, sir.
No one was on board.

What are you talking about?

The ship was controlled
from the ground.

Communication was handled

through a subspace relay
on the vessel.

This was your idea, Picard?

Actually, no.

It was Ensign Ro's idea,
but I fully endorsed it.

I suspected that something
like this might occur.

They're terrorists, damn it.

Why in the hell would you want
to protect them?

Admiral, I am more concerned

with protecting the honor
and integrity of Starfleet.

Do you know
how many of our people

they killed on Solarion IV?

The Bajorans did not attack
Solarion IV.

Who told you that? Orta?

Yes.

And you believed him?

Admiral, Orta's ships
are old and obsolete.

They don't even have
warp capabilities.

They couldn't have reached
another star system

let alone attacked one.

Then who is responsible?

I suggest
that you ask your friend

the Cardassian liaison, Admiral.

The only explanation
I can think of

is that the Cardassians
staged it.

The Cardassians?

Why?

Perhaps they were hoping
to find someone in Starfleet...

like you, Admiral...

naive enough to solve
their Bajoran problem for them.

What will happen to him?

I'm not sure.

A hearing, certainly.

Probably a court-martial.

Well, if he gets sent
to the stockade on Jaros II

tell him to request a room
in the east wing.

The west wing gets awfully hot
in the afternoons.

How soon do you intend to return
to Lya Station Alpha, sir?

Oh, in a few weeks.

We have some surveying
to do on Sector 21305.

Perhaps I should arrange

for some other
transportation back.

Ensign, you were recruited
for one mission

and if you wish to be
relieved of further duty

I can certainly arrange it,
but I'd like you

to consider remaining
in Starfleet.

You're not serious.

Mm-hmm. I think it would
be a shame for Starfleet

to lose someone
of your potential.

Well, thank you, Captain

but this uniform...

it just doesn't fit,
and you know it.

That can change.

I don't think so.

I've noticed qualities in you

that could be harnessed,
molded...

Don't count on it.

I think you've got a great deal
to learn from Starfleet.

I always thought Starfleet had
a lot to learn from me, Captain.

That's an attitude
that I have found common

among the best officers
I've ever served with.

Well, you're not one of them yet

but you could be,
if you work at it.

That's an interesting challenge

and I rarely refuse
an interesting challenge.

There would have
to be one condition.

Condition?

Picard to Enterprise.

Two to beam up.