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Captain's Log, Stardate 45233.1.

Our terraforming mission
to Doraf I has been canceled

and the Enterprise recalled
to Starbase 234.

Fleet Admiral Brackett

would not discuss the matter
on subspace

for reasons she said
would soon be clear.

I apologize, Captain, for
the mystery, but we must attempt

to contain the information
I'm about to reveal to you

at least as long as possible.

I must admit, you've piqued
my curiosity, Admiral.

Three weeks ago, one of our
most celebrated ambassadors...

an advisor to Federation leaders
for generations... disappeared.

He left no word
of his destination.

Two days ago

intelligence reports
placed him on Romulus

and I assure you,
it was an unauthorized visit.

Computer, initiate linkage
between this terminal

and Starbase computer
system alpha-two-nine.

Linkage complete.

A defection?

If it is, the damage
to Federation security

would be immeasurable.

Taken on Romulus
by long-range scanner.

Computer, enhance image
in section four-delta.

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 45236.4.

As I study
the intelligence reports

on Ambassador Spock's
disappearance

I cannot help but feel a deeper

more personal concern
about this mission

for I know this man
through his father.

It was barely a year ago

that I shared a mind meld
with the Vulcan Sarek.

Now we must meet again

as I attempt to find
an explanation

for his son's actions.

We're coming
into orbit of Vulcan

in less than an hour, Captain.

We should tell Sarek's wife
of our plans.

It's already been taken care of.

She's transporting over at 0700.

And Sarek?

She says he's too ill
to make the trip with her.

The man is dying.

And it's my honor to tell him

that his son may have betrayed
the Federation.

How well do you know Spock?

I only met him once.

What I know of him
comes from history books

and, of course, my mind meld
with his father.

Well, that must cover
a lot of ground.

Not as much
as you would imagine.

Sarek and Spock...

Well...

sometimes fathers and sons...

Oh, understood.

Oh, one other thing.

Take a look at this.

Turned up during
an intelligence sweep.

Metal fragments.

What do you make of it?

Possibly disassembled components
identified as Vulcan

recovered
from a downed Ferengi vessel?

They were found in crates
marked "medical supplies."

Contraband?

It's been sent to Vulcan
for identification.

Starfleet have requested
that we lend a hand.

Mint tea.

It's been years
since I've had any.

Vulcans have some kind
of strange concoction

they call mint...
you'd never recognize it.

Perrin, do you know
why I've come to Vulcan?

I must talk to you about Spock.

He didn't even say good-bye
to his father before he left.

Is it possible
he could have been abducted?

No.

He wrapped up all
of his affairs carefully.

He knew he was going.

Do you have any idea

why he might have
disappeared like this?

Captain,
as far as I'm concerned

he disappeared a long time ago.

Would it be inappropriate

to ask what happened
between you and Spock?

Not between us.

Between Spock and his father.

Oh, they had argued for years...
that was family...

but when the debates
over the Cardassian war began

he attacked Sarek's position...
publicly.

He showed no Ioyalty
for his father.

I was not aware that Sarek was
offended by Spock's opposition.

I was offended.

I made sure that Spock knew it.

I'm very protective
of my husband.

I do not apologize for it.

Does Sarek have any idea
why Spock might have left?

I don't know.

If you could see Sarek as I do...

wasting in bed,
whispering to himself...

He wants to see his son.

He wants to heal any... rift
that may still remain.

Now it... may be too late.

Perrin...

would you allow me to see Sarek?

If it were anyone else
I would never permit it

but you are a part of him

and he of you.

The Vulcans haven't figured out
what these fragments are

but they've determined that
the metal is a dentarium alloy.

Well, that pretty well indicates
that they're Vulcan

and dentarium also means
that whatever this was

it was originally designed
for use in space.

From the look of the damage

it must have been
a high-speed impact.

Yeah. A Ferengi cargo ship

that went down
in the Hanolin asteroid belt.

The debris was spread
over 100 square kilometers.

Could it be a weapons array?

That was my first thought

but the Vulcans have no record
of any stolen weapons

or stolen parts,
for that matter.

This is going to be like putting
together a big jigsaw puzzle

when you don't even know what
the picture is supposed to be.

Yup.

He is like this
most of the time.

His emotions have taken over.

Sometimes I can
bring him out of it.

Sarek!

You will listen.

Go from me!

Picard is here.

No more chaos.

No more.

I will leave you alone with him.

He will either acknowledge
you, or he won't.

Sarek.

I've come a long way to see you.

I will not answer.

I must talk to you
about your son.

I wish no one with me.

About Spock.

Spock?

Yes.

He's missing.

Is that you?

Picard?

Hello, old friend.

You are here, on Vulcan.

I need your help.

I must find Spock.

He's not here.

I know.

He's been reported on Romulus.

Romulus?

Yes.

Why?

I had hoped to find
that out from you.

On Romulus?

You're going there, aren't you?

To find him.

Yes.

Do you have any idea what might
have taken him to Romulus?

No.

Is there anyone on Romulus
he might know

or choose to contact?

Pardek?

Who is Pardek?

It could be Pardek.

Who is Pardek?

He is a Romulan senator.

Spock has maintained
a relationship with him

over the years.

I don't know how they met.

At the Khitomer Conference,
I'd imagine.

Pardek represented Romulus?

Yes. I'm sure he did.

In fact, I recall Spock
coming to me with optimism

about maintaining a continual
dialogue with the Romulans.

I told him that it was illogical
to maintain such an expectation.

Spock was always
so impressionable.

This Romulan Pardek
had no support at home.

Of course, in the end,
I was proven correct.

I gave Spock the benefit
of experience, of logic.

He never listened.

Never listened.

It has been suggested
that Spock might have defected.

Never.

I will accept many things,
but never that.

But you believe he might have
gone there to see Pardek.

The Romulan senator?

How do you know Pardek?

I've heard of him.

That's what he's done.

He's gone to see Pardek.

Do you know what business
they might have together?

No, no.

I never knew
what Spock was doing.

When he was a boy

he would disappear for days
into the mountains.

I would ask him where he
had gone, what he had done.

He refused to tell me.

I insisted that he tell me.

He would not.

I forbade him to go.

He ignored me.

I punished him.

He endured it silently.

But always,
he returned to the mountains.

One might as well ask
the river not to run.

But secretly, I admired him...

the proud core of him
that would not yield.

Sarek, we're a part
of each other.

I know that he
has caused you pain

but I also know...
that you love him.

Tell him, Picard...

Peace and long life.

Live long and...

and...

live long and...

Spock...

my son...

And prosper.

Captain's Log, Stardate 45240.1.

To cross the Neutral Zone,
I will require a cloaked ship.

To that end, I have set a course
for the Klingon Homeworld.

After all we did for Gowron
during the recent war

I'm certain he will be happy
to return a favor.

Still no response
from the Klingons, Mr. Worf?

No, sir.

He's ignoring me.

What other explanation
is there?

Well, it seems, after hailing
him for three days

he could have found a minute
to talk to you.

Sir.

Yes, Lieutenant.

I believe I know why our
messages are not being answered.

Gowron has been rewriting
Klingon history.

Rewriting history?

Yes. He is claiming
that it was his courage

his genius

that brought an end
to the civil war.

I see.

In the new version,
there is no mention made

of the Federation's help
in his rise to power.

If Worf's right,
then our arrival

will be an uncomfortable
reminder of the facts.

Well, he can take
all the credit he wants

I don't care,
but I do need a ship.

Well, if Gowron won't talk
to me, get me somebody who will.

Somebody on the High Council.
K'Tal perhaps.

Yes, sir.

Captain, I have
a visual identification

of Senator Pardek of Romulus.

This is a Barolian record

of a trade negotiation

in which Pardek participated
four years ago.

That's all?

Yes, sir.

Run it again.

Computer, freeze.

Call up the intelligence scan
of Spock on Romulus.

Computer, enhance
far left figure and compare.

Same man... Pardek.

One question answered.

What do we know of him?

He has been in public service
since he was a young man.

A senator for nine decades.

He is considered
a man of the people.

He has sponsored many reforms.

Reportedly, Romulan leadership

considers him to be
somewhat of a radical

because he has been
an advocate of peace

throughout his career.

I can see why Spock
would cultivate

a relationship with him.

Where would we find him

other than on the floor
of the Romulan Senate?

The district he represents
is called the Krocton segment.

He maintains a dwelling there.

Thank you, Mr. Data.

There is more, sir.

I have taken the liberty

of expanding the parameters
of my search

and have discovered
that Pardek has

several relatives
in the Krocton segment.

I believe you will be able
to locate him there

on the third day
of the Romulan week

when the Senate
is not in session.

Mr. Data, your resourcefulness
never ceases to amaze me.

Thank you, sir.

Captain, we are being hailed
by the Klingon Homeworld.

Gowron or K'Tal?

Neither, sir.

It is the junior adjutant
to the diplomatic delegation.

Junior adjutant.

Name.

B'iJik, sir.

On screen.

Greetings, Captain.

I regret to inform you
that Gowron and the High Council

are quite busy, and won't be
able to speak with you today.

Is Gowron aware that we have
been transmitting messages

for the past three days?

Captain, Gowron wishes
it were possible

to talk with everyone
who wants an audience

but he is one man, the demands
on his time are formidable.

If you would like me
to take him a message...

A message?!

Very well.

Tell Gowron,
Leader of the High Council

of the Klingon Empire

that his Arbiter of Succession,
Jean-Luc Picard, needs...

a favor.

A favor?

I require a cloaked vessel.

A cloaked vessel?

This is no small favor, Captain.

It is for a mission

that could have repercussions
throughout the quadrant.

How would it benefit
the Klingon Empire?

I'm sure Gowron will ask.

The only benefit
to the Klingon Empire

would be our gratitude.

That is what you want me
to tell him?

Yes, and please add

that if he is unable
to provide us with a ship

then I am sure there are others
in the Klingon Empire

who would be willing to help me

and then... they would have
our gratitude.

I see.

Also, please tell Gowron
that I am immensely gratified

that he is prospering so well.

A tribute
to his skilled leadership.

They're not removable,
are they, Data?

Removable?

Your ears.

No, Doctor, they are
fully integrated components.

We'll have to do some molds
of his ears as well.

What about his skin color?

We'll have to do some tests
on his skin pigmentation.

Changing it to appear Romulan
shouldn't be too difficult.

We just have to make sure

we can change it
back again afterwards.

Your right eye is.004
higher than your left.

Nobody's perfect, Doctor, but...

If you want a proper
fit to your prosthetic

trust your tailor.

Anything from Gowron?

No, sir, but if, when you're
done with your "tailor"

you'd join me in the cargo bay,
Mr. La Forge

has made some progress
with the metal fragments.

These two still have
an appointment with Mr. Mot

to have their hairpieces
designed.

30 minutes, Number One.

What we have here is
a navigational deflector array

or at least what's left of one.

Who would want
a Vulcan deflector?

Beats me, Commander.

Every question we answer here
seems to bring up two more.

You're certain this is Vulcan?

Yes, sir. Metallurgical
analysis confirmed that

and, by running a molecular
pattern trace, we were

actually able to identify
the ship as... the T'Pau.

It was decommissioned years ago

and sent to the surplus depot
at Qualor II.

As far as anybody knows,
it's still there.

Worf to Captain Picard.

Yes, Lieutenant?

A Klingon vessel
is decloaking off our port bow

compliments of Gowron.

Mr. Worf, will you convey
my gratitude to the Captain

and advise him
that Mr. Data and I

will be transporting over
shortly.

Aye, sir.

I'd like to take the Enterprise
to Qualor II, sir.

See what's out there.

Agreed.

Thank you, Mr. La Forge.

I know my duty, Captain.

When I am given orders,
I follow them

but I do not like secrets.

I want to know why we
are going on this mission.

I'm sorry.
It's a classified matter.

You're going after the defector,
aren't you?

Defector?

Do you think information
like that stays a secret?

Ambassador Spock
has gone to Romulus

and you're going after him.

Captain, your orders
are to take us

to a set of coordinates
near Romulus

and to bring us back

and that is all
I'm prepared to discuss.

If we are discovered
by the Romulans

it means death for us all.

I realize that.

Hechu' ghos!

Very well, Captain, we have set
a course for Romulus.

It may not be

what you're used to
on a Starfleet ship.

Quite nice.
Thank you.

Captain K'Vada

is this the Captain's quarters,
or my own?

Both.

We have limited space.

We are a military ship,
not a pleasure craft.

Of course.
This will be fine.

You will sleep Klingon-style.

We do not soften our bodies
by...

putting down a pad.

Good.

I prefer it that way.

You will take your meals with us

but we do not serve
Federation food.

Ah. I've been looking
forward to gagh.

Haven't had it
for quite a while.

Very fresh.

MeH HoD.

Jatlh!

MeHmaH ghos.

So'wl'chu'.

Well, Captain, we are at the
border of the Neutral Zone.

You mean to do this, do you?

Yes, I do.

Un'ta.

First Officer's Log,
Stardate 45240.6.

The Enterprise is nearing
Qualor II

home of a Federation
surplus depot

operated by the Zakdorn.

We hope to find out how
the salvaged deflector array

ended up in the hands
of the Ferengi.

I have made contact, Commander.

On screen.

I'm Commander William Riker

from the Federation
Starship Enterprise.

Klim Dokachin.

Quartermaster,
Surplus Depot Zed-One-Five.

I need some information
about a Vulcan ship... the T'Pau.

It was sent to you
a few years ago.

Did you arrange an appointment?

An appointment?

No.

Then I will be unable
to help you.

You may communicate
with scheduling.

Who does he think he is?

The quartermaster
of the supply yard

with information you need.

Right.

Mr. Worf...
reestablish communication.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Dokaychin...

Dok-ah-chin.

Klim Dokachin.

Mr. Dokachin,
the information I need

involves a matter of major
importance to the Federation.

I'll need access
to your logs, your files.

My people can do the work.

I don't allow outsiders
into my computer system.

All right, one of your people
can do the work.

I wish I had the people
to spare. I don't.

Well, sir,
what would you suggest?

I don't know.

Contact me when you reach orbit.

I don't believe this.

He's king of his particular
hill, Commander.

You'll have
to treat him that way.

Counselor, this feels
like a perfect job for you.

Thank you for coming
on board, Mr. Dokachin.

Quite a ship you have.

We're tied into your computers

if you'd like
to access the files.

I don't usually see them
in such good condition.

By the time they get to me,
they're always falling apart.

Mr. Dokachin,
we must find this ship

and you're the only one
who can help us.

Who are you?

Deanna Troi, Ship's Counselor.

He probably figures
that we don't get to see

a lot of handsome women
out this way

and someone like you

might get a little more
cooperation from me.

He's probably right.

What was the name
of that ship, the T'Pau?

The T'Pau...
Vulcan registry...

There.
Logged in, Stardate 41344.

Where's the ship now?

Docked... section 18, gamma 12.

You want me to take you there?

I'd appreciate it.

Helmsman, lay in a heading
141 by 208, ahead slow, 200 kph.

I suppose this is
your first visit

to a junkyard, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

You'd be surprised
at some of the things

I find on board these ships.

I once found a
14-foot Caldorian eel

on board a freighter,
in someone's locker.

Are you serious?

If you have time,
I'll show it to you.

I still have it.

Nursed her back to health.

We are approaching

the designated coordinates,
Commander.

On screen.

What?

Where is it?

What happened to it?

These are
the correct coordinates.

The T'Pau is missing?

The T'Pau... is missing.

How could a ship disappear
from your depot?

I'm not accustomed
to losing things, Commander.

I will find your ship for you.

I have the T'Pau
cross-referenced

in four different directories.

When it was brought here,
was it stripped

of materiel... armament, sensors?

Of course.

Well, can you tell us

what happened to its
navigational deflector?

It was routed to the Tripoli

a holding vessel on
the outer rim of the shipyard.

Well, it's not there anymore.

What's left of that deflector

is laid out on the floor
of our cargo bay.

How can that be?

Perhaps we should pay a visit
to the Tripoli.

In all the time

that the Zakdorn have
operated this depot

nothing has ever been lost...
never.

Approaching the coordinates
of the Tripoli, sir.

On screen.

I do not understand this.

This is not possible.

We beam goods to the Tripoli
on a regular schedule.

There was a shipment yesterday.

Another one is set for today.

It must be there.

When is today's transport?

Just over two hours from now.

A shipment of deuterium
storage tanks.

Ensign, align the Enterprise

so we appear to be one
of the abandoned ships.

Mr. La Forge,
when we're in position

shut down the engines

and all systems
except sensors and life support.

Aye, sir.

I have a feeling someone's going

to be there to receive
those storage tanks.

I'll be very interested
to know who that is.

These quarters were
obviously intended

for one crewman, sir.

There is but a single
sleeping space.

I'm sure the Klingons
found it amusing

to put us in here together.

Since I do not require sleep

I propose you take
the... shelf, sir.

I am content to stand.

Very well, Mr. Data.

Thank you.

Are you comfortable, sir?

I suppose so.

Good night, Captain.

Sleep well, sir.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Sir?

Was I making noise, sir?

No, not exactly.

I was processing
all of the information

we have accumulated
on Romulan society.

I am preparing for the task
of impersonating a Romulan.

I see.

Would you like me
to discontinue, sir?

No, no.

Please go on.

What are you looking at?

I am not looking
at anything, sir.

I am continuing
to organize my files.

But you were looking at me.

I am sorry
if I was disturbing you, sir.

I will not look
in your direction.

Do you not wish to sleep, sir?

I don't think so, Mr. Data.

Let's, uh...
let's go on with the files.

I would be happy to.

I have been studying
the Krocton segment as you asked

and have chosen the proper site
for our transport...

Captain K'Vada to Picard.

Please come to the Bridge.

Captain.

We've monitored
a subspace message

that might interest you.

Sarek is dead.

Commander, sensors detect a ship
approaching at warp speed.

Identification?

Negative.

No transponder signal.

No subspace marker.

Sounds like they don't
want to be identified.

The ship is coming
out of warp, sir.

On screen.

Sensors indicate
a combat vessel.

Origin undetermined.

Heavily armed.

Mass and density suggest

that it's fully loaded
with cargo.

I'd say,
from these internal scans

that a good deal of that cargo
is weaponry.

The ship is entering
sector 12-delta-four.

He's taking the position
assigned to the Tripoli.

The coordinates are identical.

Commander, readings indicate

surface-to-ship transport
has begun.

Mr. La Forge, bring
the engines back on line

and restore all systems
to normal.

Aye, sir.

He's powering up engines.

Turning to starboard.

Open a channel.

Open.

This is Commander William Riker
of the USS Enterprise.

Identify yourself.

I repeat, you have entered
a Federation depot.

Identify yourself.

Sir, the ship
is locking phasers.

Shields up.
Red Alert.

That ship easily matches
our armament, Commander.

He's coming about.

If you do not respond
to our hails

we will take that
as evidence of hostile action.

There is an energy buildup
in their phaser banks.

Sir, they're activating weapons.

Forward shields down to 72%.

Boost power to the shields.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, lock onto
their weapon systems only

and prepare to fire.

Forward shields down to 68%,
aft shields 40%.

On my mark, a.75 burst.

We just want to get
their attention.

Ready, sir.

Fire.

Their forward shields
are damaged, sir.

We destroyed one
of their phaser arrays.

Looks like collateral damage
in the cargo area.

Commander, I'm picking up

massive power fluctuations,
internal explosions.

With all the armament
that ship is carrying

it's going to blow.

Well, Mr. Data,
what do you think?

I would not have thought
it possible, sir.

I am eager to test
the success of our efforts.

It does remain to be seen

whether the Romulans
will accept us.

Captain

you've seemed unusually pensive

since we received the news
of Ambassador Sarek's death.

Sarek and I share
a particular bond.

Our lives touched
in an unusual way.

I admit I feel
the effects of his death.

The tenor of this mission
has changed, Mr. Data.

At least, it has for me.

We were sent to confront Spock
about his disappearance

and now I also have to tell him
that his father is dead.

I do not entirely
understand, sir.

As a Vulcan, Ambassador Spock
would simply see death

as the logical result
of his father's illness.

It's never quite that simple,
not even for a Vulcan.

Certainly not for Spock,
who is half human.

Years spent in conflict

and now the chance
to resolve those differences

is gone.

Considering the exceptionally
long life span of Vulcans

it does seem odd
that Sarek and Spock

did not choose to resolve
those differences

in the time allowed.

Father and son...
both proud, both stubborn

more alike than either
of them were prepared to admit.

A lifetime spent building
emotional barriers...

they are very difficult
to break down

and now the time has come
when it's too late.

It's a difficult moment.

It's a Ionely one.

It's a moment
that Spock is about to face.

Don't you two look sweet?

Be careful, android.

Some Romulan beauty
might take a liking to you.

Lick that paint
right off your ears.

You!

Do you know what the Romulans
will do to you

if they discover who you are?

I have a good idea.

We're ready to transport
down to the surface.

Just so we understand each other

my orders don't include
rescue missions!

Ah, Senator Pardek.

You received my message.

I got here as quickly
as I could, Proconsul.

What do you know of this human...

Jean-Luc Picard,
a Starfleet Captain.

I know nothing of him.

Then you haven't seen him
recently?

To my knowledge,
I have never seen him.

I have received intelligence

indicating he is
on his way here...

perhaps here already.

Here on Romulus?

Yes.

Curious, isn't it?

I suppose we'd better find out

if the report is accurate,
or merely rumor.

Circulate his likeness
among the security forces.

Remind them that if he is here

he's probably disguised
as one of us.

I'll see to it.

This is definitely the street
on which the intelligence scan

of Spock and Pardek
was taken, sir.

Adjusting for the optical
distortions

I am able to verify
the architectural features.

Where were they standing?

Data,
you're moving about in a very...

well, android way.

I am sorry, Captain.

I will be more careful.

Don't call me Captain.

I understand, sir.

I have found the place
where they were standing.

Where?

It is here...

at this doorway.

A legal intercessor's office.

The name is similar to Pardek's.

It would appear to be
one of his relatives.

Not open for business yet.

Nonetheless, I recommend

we keep this location
under observation.

I have clearly determined
Pardek's routine.

On days when the Senate
is not in session

he invariably comes
to this section

after the median hour.

Very well.

Let's, um... sample
the local cuisine, shall we?

Do you happen to know what time

the intercessor's office
across the way opens?

Why do you want to know?

I need his services.

He was recommended.

I haven't seen you here before.

We are here for the day
from the city of Rateg.

Rateg?

I don't think so.

Why do you say that?

You don't sound
like you're from Rateg.

It is a misconception

that all Rategs speak
with a particular inflection.

In fact, there are
12 different...

We come from several
kilometers outside the city.

Or perhaps you come

from the security forces to
watch the intercessor's office.

Is he in trouble?

You're mistaken, madam.

Doesn't matter to me.

I don't know when he opens.

Eat your soup, courtesy
of a Ioyal establishment.

Jolan true.

I don't think we can
stay here too long.

We may not have to.

Direct your view
to the far corner, sir.

Very good, Senator.

We seem to be having
some problems with the...

Is that not Pardek?

I believe it is.

Perhaps you should appear
to enjoy your soup, sir.

I'll take care of that.

Come with me.

Do not move.

What?

You've made a mistake.

Quiet. Come with us.

Wait here.

What for?

What have you
brought us here for?

Welcome to Romulus,
Captain Picard.

Don't let our soldiers
frighten you.

We had to get you
off the street

as quickly as we could.

Romulan security
knows that you're here.

I am Pardek.

You are among friends, Captain.

I have come on an urgent mission
from the Federation.

I'm looking
for Ambassador Spock.

Indeed.

You have found him,
Captain Picard.