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Captain's Log, Stardate 45571.2.

We are going into orbit

around an unexplored M-Class moon of Mab-Bu VI.

Though the moon was reported to be uninhabited

we have picked up a weak distress call.

The electromagnetic whirlwinds on the moon's surface

make it virtually impossible

to locate the source of the signal, Captain.

Any indications of life, Mr. Worf?

Scanners read negative, sir

but they may be affected by the interference.

Have you ever heard anything like this, Data?

I believe so, Commander. At Starfleet Academy.

The Academy?

I will verify it.

Just as I thought.

It is a Starfleet subspace distress signal.

Standard to Daedalus-class starships.

There hasn't been a Daedalus-class

in service for... what?

172 years, sir.

Are there any records

of missing ships in this vicinity?

The USS Essex, under the command of Captain Bryce Shumar

disappeared in this sector over two centuries ago.

Daedalus-class.

I have accessed the subspace

transponder signature of the Essex.

It is identical to the signal coming from the moon's surface.

We arrived a little late.

Mute it, Mr. Data.

With all that storm activity down there

it isn't worth the risk to check on a ghost ship.

Advise Starfleet that we have solved

the mystery of Captain Shumar and the Essex.

I'm not sure we have.

Someone's down there.

Alive.

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.

First Officer's Log, supplemental.

The electromagnetic interference on the surface

has been judged too dangerous for anyone to transport down

so we have taken a shuttle to investigate.

Shields are holding, sir.

Wind shear is incredible.

Data, keep an eye on the stabilizers.

If it's anything like this on the ground

I don't see how people could survive

on this moon for very long.

Maybe they've been living underground.

Question is, where?

I still can't locate the source of the damn signal.

It's bouncing around more than we are.

Forward thrusters have failed, sir.

We are losing power.

Enterprise!

Go ahead.

We've lost our thrusters.

Attempting to compensate with secondary boosters.

Sir, the shuttlecraft's impulse generators have shut down.

Commander, can you hear me?

Enterprise to shuttle. Please respond.

Hold on. We're going down.

Initiating emergency landing procedures.

Maintain the approach attitude, Data.

I'm taking her in.

Brace for impact.

The shuttle has crashed on the surface.

Do you have their position?

I am picking up the shuttle's trace signature

but the surface interference is distorting its position.

Can you locate them?

I think I can.

I followed their entry almost all the way in.

We can calculate the coordinates from their angle of descent.

Ow!

Your arm.

Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's broken.

Enterprise?

It is unlikely we will be able

to establish communication with the ship

given the electromagnetic interference.

Then we'll stay in the area until the Enterprise finds us.

Take an inventory of the shuttle.

See if there's anything left in there that's usable.

The ground cover is all nonporous rock

which makes me believe it's even less likely

there's anyone living here.

There are no instruments left of practical value

that have not been damaged by our landing, sir.

What is that?

That doesn't look like any storm front I've ever seen.

The tricorder is picking up high levels

of EM bursts across the spectrum.

No life sign readings other than our own.

There is someone alive here.

I'm more certain of it now than ever.

Well, I hope they can find us

because there's no way we'll find them.

They're coming.

They're coming with the storm.

We can't get a pattern lock on their communicators

because of the EM bursts, Captain.

There's no way we can beam them out of there.

Not under these conditions.

The same conditions won't permit

a shuttle to land safely, Mr. La Forge.

Any suggestions?

Give us a minute, Captain.

Sir, let me beam down with a pattern enhancer.

Chief, there's no guarantee

you won't rematerialize in a million pieces

if your signal gets caught up in that electromagnetic whirlwind.

I can boost the confinement beam.

One person might be able to make it.

Captain, Chief O'Brien wants to beam down

to the surface with a pattern enhancer.

His chances of making it down there safely

are no better than 50-50, in my opinion.

Captain, a major storm front is moving in

on the away team's coordinates.

You're aware of the risks, Mr. O'Brien?

Yes, sir.

I think I can make it.

All right, then. Good luck.

Aye, sir.

Mr. O'Brien!

Nice of you to join us.

Nice spot for a picnic, sir.

We need to distribute these enhancer rods

at seven-meter legs.

That should do it.

Is this storm front going to interfere

with the transport, Chief?

I'd really like to get us out of here

before it hits, Commander.

I'm supposed to be feeding the baby lunch.

Molly gets in a terribly foul mood if I'm late.

I'm with you.

Lunch time, Miles!

Let's do it!

Easy, Deanna.

Where...?

You're back on the Enterprise now.

You're going to be okay.

My skin... it's tingling.

You're experiencing the after-images

of the electromagnetic discharge.

The sensation will pass.

They're all fine, too.

Now, I want you to take your time, Counselor.

Doctor's orders.

Injury report, Doctor.

Mostly minor abrasions.

Commander Riker took the worst of it

with a broken arm.

Mr. Data.

Good work, Chief.

Thank you, sir.

Ready for duty, sir.

You're sure, Number One?

It's not the first broken bone I've ever had.

And how are you, Counselor?

Very glad to be here.

Good. Let's go.

So, what happened down there?

It was just one hell of a storm.

It moved in on our position

faster than anything I've ever seen.

Was there any evidence of life?

No, but, if Troi was right, we were pretty close to it.

Bridge. So, how do you suggest we proceed?

We need to adjust the scanners

so that they can penetrate those storms.

Do you have any ideas, Data?

We might be able to employ virtual imaging

in order to interpolate...

missing data.

Is something wrong, Commander?

My apologies, sir.

It seems my primary speech processors

are experiencing a minor fluctuation.

I will have it corrected in a moment.

Captain, may I speak with you for a moment... in private?

Of course. You'll have the Bridge, Number One.

Mr. Data, deploy sensor scans when you're ready.

Ensign, take us to a synchronous orbit

aligned around our crash site.

Aye, sir.

Sir, given the EM field properties of this moon

I recommend a search pattern

beginning in the southern polar region.

The polar region?

That would be starting from scratch, Mr. Data.

Our latest readings would suggest

that we begin our scan around our crash site.

The Essex signal was never clearly located, sir.

A systematic survey of the moon

from a polar orbit might be more practical.

Well, you may be right, but I'd like to give

the crash site a once-over first.

Maintain our current orbit.

Understood, sir.

I've never felt anything like it.

It was as though they were calling to me.

Are you saying someone was communicating telepathically?

Perhaps...

for an instant.

It was like their voices were being carried on the wind.

What were they trying to communicate?

I'm not sure.

But they were calling me to the southern polar region.

I believe that's where we should look for the Essex.

Commander, did you override my orbital heading?

Override them?

We've moved into a polar orbit

and I'm locked out.

The helm isn't responding.

Do you know anything about this, Mr. Data?

Data?

Security to the Bridge!

Computer, transfer command to Engineering.

Full security alert.

This way.

What happened?

He would not move to a polar orbit.

You couldn't wait?

The Captain would have done it for me.

Deck 36. Engineering.

Computer, re-enable Bridge control.

Security protocol.

Authorization: Riker Omega Three.

Report.

Data, O'Brien and Troi tried to commandeer the ship.

They're in Turbolift Four.

Engaging override controls now.

They have trapped us.

What deck is this?

We are on deck ten.

Can you move us again?

I know how to override the Bridge command.

Activate security fields, decks eight through 15.

Sir, the turbolift is moving again.

They're still inside.

Initiate emergency bulkheads in Turboshaft Four.

Aye, sir.

They have been stopped at deck 13.

Mr. Worf.

Do you know how to deactivate this?

The computer won't allow us to override

an emergency force field command.

My entity's artificial substructure may be useful.

They've broken through a security field.

Deck ten, section two.

Security to Ten-Forward!

Shh.

Mama's here.

Shh.

Everyone, get down on the floor.

Miles...?

Shh...

On the floor!

Everyone down!

Now!

Miles!

Multiple phaser shots, Ten-Forward.

Picard to Worf. Report.

Mr. Worf, acknowledge.

Can you hear me, Mr. Worf?

Yes, Bridge.

He can hear you.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Following an aborted attempt to take control of the Bridge

Counselor Troi, Mr. Data and Chief O'Brien

have seized Ten-Forward.

Position security teams at both entrances.

Yes, sir.

Mr. La Forge, shut down all computer access to Ten-Forward.

I can't, Captain.

They've already set up a remote security lockout.

We'd have to shut down

all computer function in the saucer section.

Transporter Room Three, can you get a pattern lock

on Commander Data, Counselor Troi

and Chief O'Brien in Ten-Forward?

Attempting to lock on, sir.

You are correct.

They're attempting to engage their transporters

but I know how to shut them down.

Do it.

Bridge, the entire transporter array has been taken off-line

and placed into diagnostic mode.

I can't override.

It'll take a couple of hours to complete the cycle.

How many people are down there?

Seventeen.

They just shut down the internal scanners, too, Captain.

Dr. Crusher to the Bridge.

On my way.

What are you doing now?

I can reverse the polarity of their force fields

to isolate this room.

Good.

Their communicators.

Now they'll learn nothing, except what we tell them.

They've done something to the force fields

on deck ten, section one.

Geordi?

I don't recognize the configurations

but they've completely isolated Ten-Forward.

What about flooding their air vents

with anesthezine gas?

That won't affect Data.

No rescue plan will work

unless we can knock out all three of them.

A concussive charge would blow out the security field

so we can go in with our phasers on a wide beam.

Stun everybody. Sort it out later.

Doctor...

go back to the biofilter readouts taken

of the away team's transport from the moon's surface.

See if you can come up with any clue

that might explain this.

Ten-Forward, this is Captain Picard.

I am prepared to discuss this situation.

There is no need for further violence.

Please identify yourself.

They will now attempt to negotiate

for the safety and release of their people.

Interesting.

Under normal circumstances

I would be counseling the Captain

at a time like this.

What would you tell him to do?

I would help him find a way to secure our trust.

What are you looking at?

You, Klingon.

Attack me.

Are you afraid?

I have no fear of death.

And I have no fear of killing you.

Stop it!

Please respond, Ten-Forward.

Are there any members of my crew who require medical assistance?

We can discuss your wounded.

But first, you will move the ship.

Move it where?

You will change orbit to an inclination of 80 degrees south.

That's the southern polar region.

That's where Data tried to move the ship.

And that's what Troi asked me to do, but why?

Ten-Forward, if you could be

more specific about our intended destination

then perhaps we could...

You have 30 seconds to change your heading

or additional members of your crew

will require medical attention.

We need to stabilize this situation.

Play for time.

I suggest that we move the ship as they've asked.

Agreed?

Set a new heading.

But take us there as slowly as you can.

Ten-Forward, we are moving the ship as you requested.

He's telling the truth.

Their heading has changed.

Captain, I've compared the away team's

last transporter trace patterns to their earlier records.

They're exactly the same

except in Data, Troi and O'Brien there's an unusual

synaptic activity... some kind of anionic energy.

It might be another life-form

superimposing its neural patterns on our people.

Why wasn't I affected?

I don't know.

The only difference between you and the others

is that you were injured.

My broken arm.

The fracture caused pain receptors to fire

which may have made you immune to this energy.

If your theory is accurate, Doctor

what would happen if we were to inflict pain on the others?

It might force whatever it is out of our people.

A plasma shock... it would be painful

but it wouldn't cause any physical harm.

I could hook up a modified laser scanner

to a plasma inverter.

What about Data?

Well, a plasma shock

will definitely overload his neural net.

It'll work on him, too.

We have to find a way to penetrate

the force field around Ten-Forward.

I might be able to interrupt

the force field for a few seconds

but I'll be fighting the computer for control.

Timing will be critical.

We'd have to hit all three with a single discharge.

If they're standing together, it shouldn't be a problem.

How will you gain access?

Microoptic drill through the ceiling

and they'll never detect it.

If this is going to work, we have to have some way

to contain or neutralize this anionic energy

once it's out of our people.

Yes, Doctor.

That will be your top priority.

Very well. Proceed.

Bridge to Ten-Forward.

Now that we are moving the ship as you requested

I would like to know the nature of the injuries

to the members of my crew.

Five of your people have been injured.

How serious is their condition?

You, Klingon, tell him.

Captain, one person has

what looks like a level-five phaser hit.

And four others have secondary burns.

They require medical attention.

And our captors are not affected by a phaser stun...

Silence, Klingon.

Ten-Forward, you must release these people

so that they can receive proper medical attention.

I will release no one.

If you will release them, I will take their place.

I don't trust him.

It may be a deception.

The crew values Picard's life above all others.

Captain Picard, we agree to your proposal.

Expect a medical team to accompany me.

Acknowledged.

Sick Bay, this is Picard.

Have an emergency medical team meet me outside Ten-Forward.

Sir, putting you down there only strengthens their position.

Number One, so long as they're on board this ship

I'm a hostage, no matter where I am... we all are.

I must find out who we're dealing with.

If La Forge and Ro can attempt a rescue

in short order, then let them proceed.

If they can't, I will provide you

with another opportunity.

Watch for it.

Yes, sir.

Shh.

Shh!

Silence that child!

Shh!

Shh!

Shh!

I know you.

I know who you are.

And I know what this is.

She's frightened.

Why don't you just let us go?

Shh!

No.

Make it stop!

Shh!

Ten-Forward, we're outside the door.

Lower the force field.

Welcome, Captain.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Captain Bryce Shumar

of the Federation Starship Essex.

The Starship Essex vanished over 200 years ago.

Indeed. I know. I was there.

This is my First Officer, Commander Steven Mullen

and my Security Chief, Lieutenant Morgan Kelly.

And you have survived all this time as...

Spirits? Ghosts?

But you're a man who would never believe in ghosts, Picard.

Isn't that true?

You see, Troi knows you

and so I do, as well.

Then Counselor Troi is still alive?

Yes, of course, she is.

I have no wish to harm her or to harm anyone else.

I'm very pleased to hear that.

We have been forced to take this action, Captain

because we need your help.

My help?

Our consciousness has been trapped on this moon

for two centuries.

We must escape this torture.

How did this happen to you?

I can't explain how it happened.

I only know that it did.

The Essex was caught in an electromagnetic storm

just as your shuttle was.

Moments before we crashed

the Bridge was struck by lightning.

The ship was ripped apart.

Somehow, in that instant, our consciousness was absorbed

into the magnetic currents on the surface.

Why didn't you tell us this?

Why the deception?

The violence?

Because, as I said, I knew you would not believe us.

Even now, I know you don't.

What was your vessel's designation

and its complement?

NCC-173.

Daedalus-class starship.

Crew... 229.

Under whose command in this sector?

Admiral Uttan Narsu, Starbase 12.

You will find all this in Starfleet records.

I don't need to see the records.

Then you know I am correct.

End this, and I will give you whatever help you need.

No.

You don't trust us

and I can't risk trusting you.

It is taking too long.

We should have been there by now.

He is manipulating you.

Captain Picard has every right to be curious.

He will delay until a rescue attempt is possible.

I know that.

I also know that he will make every effort

to protect the lives of his people.

Since our demands are not excessive, Captain

I hope you will see that it will be simpler to accede

than to risk further injuries.

What do you want?

All you need to know for now is that we want to rest.

Simply, finally, to rest.

Section two...

"B."

"A."

Section one.

Finally.

I never want to see this part of the Enterprise again.

I hear you... this is

what starship designers call "easy access."

Yeah. Yeah, this is it.

I thought we might have a problem

with conduit number 227

but it looks like we're going to be able

to get by it.

Thanks.

We're through.

Good.

Let's hook up the scanner and see what we've got.

Got it.

All three have got to be in the circle

if this is going to work.

We're halfway home.

La Forge to Crusher.

How are you doing?

I think I've come up with an idea for a containment field.

This anionic energy seems to be vulnerable

to the same magnetic flux density

we monitored in the storms.

If we can duplicate it, we can trap it

once it's out of our people.

Well, you should be able to do that

by flooding Ten-Forward with ionogenic particles.

Exactly what I was thinking.

Geordi, how long will it take to get it all ready?

Uh, we still have to calibrate the plasma inverter, Commander.

My guess is 45 minutes to an hour.

I can have the containment field ready by then.

Keep me advised.

Watch the Klingon.

I will.

Leave us.

He's confused.

Impressions, Mr. Worf.

Spiritual possessions of this sort have been reported

throughout Klingon history.

It is called Jat'yln...

the taking of the living by the dead.

Human history is full of many similar legends.

Then you believe they may be telling the truth?

We need to maintain control...

Not for one moment.

Sir, they know much about the Essex.

If it is the spirit of Captain Shumar...

Then he should be behaving

very much better, don't you think?

A Starfleet Captain?

You two, sit down.

Hey, right!

Living disembodied for two centuries...

perhaps they've gone mad.

I assure you, Mr. Worf, these are not Jat'yln.

Our job is to find out exactly what they are

and then to determine how to deal with...

All right, that's enough.

Stop, both of you.

You over there, you there.

Down!

I gave you that.

In a place called McKinley Park.

Green grass...

tall trees.

Please don't.

I hid the bracelet in your pocket.

You were... surprised.

Don't.

You said, "Miles, you make me feel so happy."

No! Get away! Get away from me!

Leave her alone.

Captain Shumar?

We'll be approaching the southern polar region

that you've requested in a few minutes.

I need to give additional instructions.

Very well.

We're taking you to our crash site.

At the southern pole.

That is correct.

Nothing our sensors were able to detect

indicated that the Essex went down in that region.

As I told you, Captain

the ship broke up in the atmosphere

and the Bridge went down here.

When we reach it

you will beam what's left of our skeletal remains

on board this ship, and then take them

back to Earth, for a proper burial.

You see how simple a request this is?

Captain...

if you will let these people go

I'll order the Bridge to follow your instructions.

I will release no one.

If you are who you say you are, there's no need for any of this.

We'll gladly take you home.

I wish you were truly as open-minded as you say, Picard.

If you don't release the hostages

I won't cooperate.

Oh, you will cooperate, Captain.

You will cooperate, or someone will die.

Who shall it be, huh?

How about the Klingon?

Get another one.

You.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Pick one to die, Captain...

or I kill them both.

They're all in range.

I have to do it now.

I'm only going to be able to shut down the force field

for about seven seconds before the computer compensates.

Well, if they're the right seven seconds, it'll be enough.

Bridge, prepare to release the ionogenic field on my signal.

Standing by.

Ready?

Kill the force field.

Force field down.

Firing plasma charge.

Damn!

Tell them to stop, or I kill everyone

in this room, starting with you.

Picard to Bridge!

Abort immediately!

As you say, Captain.

Riker to La Forge.

Return to the Bridge.

Are you ready to cooperate?

Yes.

First Officer's Log, supplemental.

The Enterprise has moved into a synchronous orbit

near the southern polar region.

We await further instructions from Ten-Forward.

Any sign of the Essex?

Negative, Commander.

Electromagnetic disturbances are even worse here.

Scanners can't read a thing.

Bridge to Ten-Forward.

Intense storm activity over the southern pole

is making it virtually impossible

for us to pick up any trace of the Essex.

We are giving you the exact coordinates

of our remains on board the wreck of the Essex.

Receiving those coordinates now.

Can you tell what's there?

Just your basic ionic cyclone.

I can't read a thing.

Well, I'm sure as hell not going to beam up

whatever might be down there.

I've got a good excuse for you.

The transporters aren't going to work

any better than the scanners.

Bridge to Ten-Forward.

Whatever's blocking our scanners

will prevent the use of the transporters.

They're lying!

On the contrary. We've had a difficult time

with the transporters since we arrived here.

That's why we had to send down the shuttle.

You should all have been

aware of that fact.

We must be able to use the transporters.

Mr. O'Brien was the one who safely executed

the return of the away team.

He's the most qualified person on board to operate

the transporters under these circumstances.

Can you do it from here?

No. We'll have to use the transporter pad.

I could...

I could give you safe passage

to a transporter pad in one of the cargo bays.

It is a trick.

He is trying to divide us.

We must not be separated.

I could give you all safe passage.

Why are you suddenly being so helpful?

Because I assume that if you choose

to go to the cargo bay

then you won't take all of the hostages.

Their safety is my chief priority.

What are the risks when we leave this room?

Without the protection of the force fields

we are completely vulnerable.

They could use the transporter against us.

Once the force field is down

they could beam us back to the surface.

But there is a way to neutralize that threat.

Bridge...

transfer all transporter functions to Ten-Forward.

In order to do that

you will have to release your computer control lockouts.

That's not true.

Let me talk to him.

Number One, I think we have an opportunity

to end this siege.

It will require the cooperation of all concerned.

Our... guests will be moving shortly

to Cargo Bay Four

where the transport will occur.

I want you to ensure them of safe passage

between Ten-Forward and the Cargo Bay.

Understood, Captain.

Doctor...

Mr. La Forge...

Yes, sir.

Transporter controls are being transferred.

Ten-Forward to Bridge.

I said all transporter controls!

Including all those aboard your shuttlecraft.

Almost had them, Ensign.

Nice try.

Riker to Ten-Forward.

Remaining transporter functions are being

transferred to you.

Once we create our own access code

we can prevent anybody using the transporter against us

as we go to the cargo bay.

What about the weapons?

We will each take a hostage...

for protection.

Klingon.

Picard, you are mine.

Please, let her stay.

Lower the force field.

Security teams, stand by.

They're heading through section five.

Mr. La Forge, Doctor, they'll be

at their destination in less than a minute.

They've stopped at deck 18, sir.

Security, allow them access into Cargo Bay Four.

Aye, sir.

I will require assistance.

Captain Shumar...

how do you intend to achieve

this "rest" that you so desire?

What do you mean?

Well, how do you intend

to free yourselves of this existence

that has so trapped your consciousness?

It will fade as we move further from this planet.

Really? And what is your scientific basis for that?

I don't need a scientific basis.

Just be quiet.

Captain Shumar, when are you going

to tell me who you really are?

I've initialized the transporter signal.

Proceed.

They're firing up the transporter, Commander.

Mr. La Forge?

I've isolated Cargo Bay Four with a neutrino field, sir

but it will only take Data and O'Brien a couple of minutes

to override it once they discover that it's there.

I hope that'll give the Captain enough time to play his hand.

Do you know what he's going to do?

There's only one reason he chose Cargo Bay Four.

If it becomes necessary, Ensign

you'll blow the cargo bay hatch on my orders.

Yes, sir.

You're right, Picard.

It's not rest we seek, only escape.

Escape?

We were brought to this moon over five centuries ago

from a star system called Ux-Mal.

We were separated from our bodies

and left to drift in the storms.

Once, we almost escaped... on board the Essex.

But that ship was incapable of eluding

this moon's electromagnetic storms.

You really think that using

their identities would gain our sympathy?

It was a better approach than asking you

to allow hundreds of condemned prisoners on board.

Then this moon is a penal colony.

That's correct.

But now, we have your ship and your bodies

to carry us home.

I'm reading dozens of them... hundreds.

They have the same anionic signature

we saw on the biofilter scans.

I think we can give the Captain a new bargaining chip.

Dr. Crusher, flood the cargo bay with your containment field.

No!

Let them go, or you will all die!

Your threats are meaningless now.

We are in still in control of these three bodies.

We will not let them go.

Are you prepared to sacrifice the lives of these others?

They'll all die when the cargo bay hatch is blown.

You will die, too, Picard.

I would die to save the life of my child.

To die defending one's ship is the hope of every Klingon.

If you each know the officers you inhabit

then you know they are equally ready

to give their lives for this ship.

Free them now

and I will return you to the moon's surface.

I advise you, Picard, not to pass our way again.

Picard to Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Our guests will be leaving shortly.

I need an emergency medical team down here.

On our way, Captain.

Mr. Worf, prepare to transport these prisoners

down to the moon's surface.

Gladly, sir.

Captain's Log, Stardate 45572.1.

Dr. Crusher has examined Troi, Data and O'Brien.

There seem to be no residual effects

from their experience.

It was as though my own consciousness

were pushed to the side.

I was watching everything happen...

hearing my own voice...

but not being able to control any of it.

What about the entity that controlled you?

What were your perceptions of him?

He was intelligent, actually.

Thoughtful, in a ruthless kind of way.

Cold.

Lieutenant, I must apologize

for my inadvertent misconduct toward you.

No apology necessary.

Your restraint was most remarkable.

You have no idea.

How do you feel?

Hungry.

That's a good sign.

Go home.

How do you feel?

I'm just glad to have you back.

If I could have killed that thing inside me...

I would have.

I know.

We both know.