All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s06e14.Face.of.the.Enemy

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Computer, turn on the lights.

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.

Good, you're awake.

Who are you?

Please, Counselor,
there is little time.

The Commander will be
calling for you at any moment.

Where am I?

You are aboard the imperial
Romulan Warbird Khazara.

I am Subcommander N'Vek.

Warbird?

I-I was at the, uh...

neuropsychology seminar
at Borka VI.

The last thing I remember was
returning to my quarters.

I was attacked.

I felt a hypospray.

It was necessary.

I could not be certain
you would come voluntarily.

Oh, God, my head's
still spinning.

There are drugs in your system,
but they've nearly dissipated.

The disorientation
will soon pass.

Why have you brought me here?

Listen to me carefully.

You are no longer Deanna Troi.

You are Major Rakal
of the Tal Shiar...

the Imperial Intelligence.

Commander Toreth...

Am I a prisoner?

There is no time
to explain everything.

You must listen.

Commander Toreth
will want to know your mission.

Tell her nothing.

Simply instruct her to proceed
to the Kaleb Sector

heading 102 mark 4.

The Kaleb Sector?

Repeat it.
Heading 102 mark 4.

Heading 102 mark 4.

And she'll take orders from me?

You are an officer
of the Tal Shiar.

She will obey you,
but do not push her too far.

Subcommander N'Vek

we are approaching
the loading point.

Bring our guest to the Bridge.

Yes, Commander, immediately.

Please, we must hurry.

I'm not going anywhere

until you tell me
what's going on.

You are a Starfleet officer
disguised as a Romulan.

Unless you trust me
and do exactly as I have said

Toreth will discover you,
and you will be killed.

How do I know
I won't be killed anyway?

Your only chance

to get off this ship alive
is to do as I say.

You are an empath.

You would know if I am lying.
Am I?

No.

Then let us go see
the Commander.

Orbit established, Commander.

Commence loading of the cargo.

Notify me when the transfer
is complete.

Yes, sir.

Commander, may I present
Major Rakal

of the Tal Shiar.

This is Commander Toreth.

Attend to your station.

Why are you here
without your guards?

Well?

The mission is one
of utmost secrecy.

I could not risk
bringing guards.

And what exactly is the nature
of this clandestine assignment?

I cannot reveal that.

Oh?

Why not?

I'm under orders.

You don't act like a member
of the Tal Shiar.

How long have you been
with Intelligence?

Several months.

Ah.

Commander, cargo is on board
and secure.

Tell me... is there a reason

why the commander of the ship
is kept ignorant of its cargo?

I don't know what you mean.

I have been ordered
to take on cargo

but its contents
are unknown to me.

Does that seem wise?

I am responsible for the safety
of this ship

and its crew.

How do I know this cargo
is safe to transport?

I'm sure it is safe.

Otherwise, it would
not have been loaded.

Ah.

The Tal Shiar
is deeply concerned

for the safety
and the well-being

of the military.

I'm sure that every person
on the Bridge of this ship

could offer testimony
about personal experiences

with the Tal Shiar

but I doubt that many
could recall those encounters

as tender and caring.

So I must ask you
to forgive me, Major

if I hesitate to accept
your assurances

that that cargo presents
no danger to my crew.

I intend to open
those containers.

That cargo is the property
of the Tal Shiar.

You will not touch it.

On whose authority?

Mine.

And if you do not wish
to undergo

another "personal experience"
with the Tal Shiar

I suggest
you not question me again.

Now, proceed on course

bearing 102 mark 4
to the Kaleb Sector.

Why should we go
to the Kaleb Sector?

It's virtually deserted.

Because those are your orders.

Pilot, set course.

102 mark 4.

Warp six.

Yes, Commander.

Captain's Log, Stardate 46519.1.

We have arrived
at Research Station 75

to take on
a rather unique passenger

one whose homecoming
will undoubtedly be difficult.

The man acted dishonorably.

He is a traitor.

He risked his life to get here.

Spent two weeks
alone in a scout ship.

That does not excuse
his original actions.

Well, maybe he finally
realized he made a mistake.

It's 20 years too late.

Energize.

Ensign DeSeve

by order of Starfleet Command

I am placing you under arrest
for treason.

I understand.

After Dr. Crusher
declares you medically fit

you will be confined
to your quarters

until a court-martial
can be convened.

Find some civilian clothes.

I don't want to see you
in that uniform.

Yes, sir.

Commander?

I must speak
with Captain Picard.

He's a busy man.

Please.

It's important.

Urgent.

I'll tell him.

Commander.

At ease.

It's Captain, actually.

Of course. Um...

Sorry, sir.

You said it was important
that I see you.

Yes, Captain.

I have a message
from Ambassador Spock.

He said it involves
further...

"cowboy diplomacy."

He said you would understand.

There's a Corvallen freighter
arriving in the Kaleb Sector

in the next 12 hours.

Spock wants you to...
rendezvous? ...with that ship

bring its cargo
back to Federation space.

What kind of cargo?

He said it was... important

to the future of the Romulans
and the Federation.

And you have returned in order
to give me this message?

Partly.

In order to know whether
Ambassador Spock's message

is being delivered accurately

I need to understand something
about the messenger.

I was ready to come back.

Romulus had...
Iost its appeal.

Yet, at one time

you found something
very appealing about it.

The Romulans are
very moral, Captain.

They have an absolute certainty

about what is right
and what is wrong

who is a friend
and who is an enemy...

a strict moral compass,
which provides them

with a clarity of purpose.

At one time, I found
their sense of purpose

their passion and commitment

to be very compelling.

But not anymore.

As I've grown older, I realize
that clarity of purpose

is a more ambiguous matter
than I had thought in my youth.

Commander Riker, set a course
for the Kaleb Sector.

Warp factor eight.

Aye, aye, sir.

You may wait outside.

Make certain
we're not disturbed.

They're terrified of me.

The purpose of the Tal Shiar
is to ensure Ioyalty.

To defy them is to invite
imprisonment or death.

I think it's time you told me
what this is all about.

That is why I called you here.

These are the cargo containers
we brought on board earlier.

What's in it?

He's alive

in stasis.

Who is it?

Vice-Proconsul M'ret
of the Imperial Senate

and his two top aides.

M'ret?

He's one
of the highest-ranking members

of the Romulan government.

His defection will be
a profound blow to Romulus.

Why is he doing this?

M'ret had questioned

the repressive activities
of the government

and was in danger
of being imprisoned.

He is willing to take this risk

in order to protest
Romulan policy

and support
the dissident movement.

You are part
of Ambassador Spock's

underground movement.

Yes, if we're able
to deliver M'ret safely

Spock is hopeful that we can
establish an escape route

for thousands of dissidents
who live in fear of their lives.

Now you realize

why we are willing

to go to such
extraordinary lengths...

even kidnapping you...
to make sure we succeed.

You've given me the identity
of a Tal Shiar officer.

Is there a real Major Rakal?

There was.

She was killed so that you
could take her place.

Only a member of the Tal Shiar

would have the authority
to alter a ship's mission.

Why me?

You could have found a Romulan
to play this role.

Yes, for the first
part of the plan

but if anything goes wrong

we will need
a Starfleet officer.

Why?

There's no need to go into that
unless it becomes necessary.

For your own sake, Counselor,
the less you know

about the specifics
of this plan, the better.

What is your plan?

When we reach the Kaleb Sector

we will rendezvous
with a Corvallen freighter.

You will take these containers
into their ship

and accompany them back
to Starfleet headquarters.

The Corvallens are mercenaries.

Do they know
what's in these containers?

No. They were hired simply
to take you to Federation space.

Very well.

We are due
in the wardroom shortly.

The senior officers
always dine together.

I'll go to my quarters.

I think it would be best

if I stayed out of the way
of the Commander.

No, you will be
expected to attend.

I'll go ahead.

Follow me after a few moments.

Commander Toreth

must not feel
that anything is unusual.

We had been told

that the Klingon outpost
was undefended.

So when their warships decloaked

they took us completely
by surprise.

The Klingons managed
to destroy half my squadron

before we even opened fire,
but when we did... ha!

They were no match for us.

I destroyed
their flagship myself.

I received
the Sotarek Citation

for my actions that day.

The intelligence officer

in charge of that
mission was executed.

Major, welcome to our table.

Commander.

I suggest you try the viinerine.

It's quite good.

I realize that it's nothing

compared to what you're
accustomed to on Romulus

but you could at least
try the viinerine.

I've smelled better viinerine
on prison ships.

No doubt.

Tell me, Major...
where did you train

the Intelligence Academy
or the Imperial War College?

The Academy.

Oh? So you must know
Commander Konsab.

I know of him.

I assume you sat
in military history with him.

Yes.

Tell me, Major...

what do you think
about his theories

on the differences

between the military
and the Tal Shiar?

Which aspects
are you referring to?

Come now, Major.

Surely you attended
his classes regularly.

It was Konsab's main theme.

Do you have a point to make,
Commander?

If so, it has escaped me.

Commander Konsab believes
that in order to function

military officers have
to trust each other.

The Tal Shiar,
on the other hand, trust no one.

They expect deception,
so they always find it.

Your opinion of the Tal Shiar
is quite clear, Commander.

I hope so.

We ensure the Ioyalty
of the people.

Do you believe the Empire
would be better off

without our protection?

Protection? From what?

How was the Empire threatened
by the words of an old man

a devoted citizen who merely
tried to speak his mind?

How did the Tal Shiar
protect the Empire

by dragging him, my father,
out of his home

in the middle of the night?

Clearly, your father
was a traitor.

No.

He was just
an idealistic old man.

I never saw him again.

I don't need your devotion,
Commander

just your obedience.

And that's all you have.

Commander, sensors
are picking up

an unidentified ship
on an intercept course.

What is the configuration?

It appears to be a freighter,
Commander.

Hail them.

Visual.

Commander, we are glad
to see you.

We are prepared to transfer
your cargo, as agreed.

And with whom
do you have this agreement?

Our arrangements were made
with Major Rakal.

You may rest assured

Your cargo will be taken safely
to its destination.

We will transmit coordinates
for you to beam it aboard.

He's lying.

They have no intention
of keeping their word.

Are you certain?

Yes.

Why did you destroy
that vessel?!

I beg forgiveness, Commander

but Major Rakal

ordered me to fire.

The Corvallen freighter

has been completely
destroyed, Commander.

There are no survivors.

I demand an explanation.

How many people were on
that ship?

Approximately 18 people, sir.

I don't care
if there were 18 or 800.

On this ship, I give the command
to fire, Major.

You have no right.

This gives me the right!

Even you eventually will have
to answer to someone.

You will be held accountable.

I have been given
broad discretionary powers.

Subcommander N'Vek
acted under my authority...

the authority
of the Tal Shiar.

I assure you, this action
will not be questioned.

I will, nonetheless,
make an entry in my log

that I am not responsible
for those 18 lives

and that I deplore their loss.

Do whatever you feel
is necessary.

In the meantime, we
must protect ourselves.

Engage the cloaking device.

And what are my orders
now, Major?

Hold position and wait.

There is no sign
of the freighter, sir.

We are the only ship
in the area.

Ensign, verify our position.

We are holding
at the coordinates

specified by Ensign DeSeve, sir.

Anything on long-range sensors?

Sensors indicate no other ships
within three light years.

Could this have been a hoax?

That's one possibility.

Mr. Worf, bring Ensign DeSeve
to my ready room.

Aye, sir.

Ensign DeSeve

you promised me a freighter
with an important cargo.

The only thing here
is empty space.

Do you have an explanation?

I don't understand.

Captain, he has deceived us.

No, I was told that the ship
would be at these coordinates.

You said that the message
came directly

from Ambassador Spock.

Yes.

Well...

not exactly.

And what does that mean?

Someone else relayed
the message to me

but he said Spock
spoke directly to him.

I trust the man
who spoke to me.

He would not have lied.

Was he a Romulan?

Yes, he's a member
of the underground...

a dissident.

He risks his life
to work with those

who want a different future
for Romulus.

Captain, he could be
leading us into a trap.

No, that is not so.

It would be risky
to set a trap here

so close to Federation space,
but the fact remains

here we are...
there is no freighter.

Did your contact tell you

anything else
that might be helpful?

The freighter is
an old Antares-class vessel

with limited speed and range.

It couldn't have taken on
its cargo more than a day ago

which means it must be
within 15 light years of here.

Why didn't you mention
this earlier?

It didn't seem necessary

and, on Romulus, you learn
not to volunteer information.

It's a hard habit to break.

Well, maybe now would be
a good time to start.

Follow me, gentlemen.

Our plan has collapsed.

Our plan?

What about the people
on that freighter?

Why did you fire?

There was no alternative.

You told me
they couldn't be trusted.

If I let them live

the whole mission
would be in jeopardy.

18 people lost their lives.

Don't lecture me, Counselor.

A number of people have died

in order to carry out
this mission.

Believe me,
those 18 won't be the last.

I'm sorry, but I can't dismiss
those lives so easily.

Fine. Agonize all you want

but don't let it
get in the way of our plan.

You don't have a plan anymore.

You remember I told you
if anything went wrong

we would need
a Starfleet officer.

There is a Starfleet
base on Draken IV.

It is two days away
at maximum warp.

That's where we're going.

In a Romulan ship?

Yes. It's your job

to order Toreth to proceed
into Federation territory.

We'll never get through
the gravitic sensor nets.

We will if you provide
the correct access codes.

Do you really think this
has a chance of succeeding?

If you have another idea,
I'll be happy to consider it.

You will plot a course
for the Draken system.

Oh, you can't be serious.

Draken IV was
the freighter's destination.

I ordered the freighter
destroyed

because I recognized
the Captain...

a known Federation spy.

Now we must deliver
the cargo ourselves.

We...?

I do not intend
to explain myself to you.

You will set a course...

In order to reach Draken

we will have to travel
through Federation space

for nearly 20 hours.

That is not a problem.

Contrary to the propaganda

that your superiors
would have us believe

Starfleet is neither
weak nor foolish.

The chances of us reaching
Draken undetected

are not good.

We will be cloaked.

The cloaking device does not
always make us invulnerable.

And you would know that if you
had spent any time at all

in the field.

The Federation has littered
its borders

with subspace listening posts
with gravitic sensors.

They may even have a tachyon
detection grid in operation

in which case,
they will know that we're there.

If we are discovered
in Federation territory

it will be interpreted
as an act of war.

The Tal Shiar has obtained
access codes to the sensor nets.

I will provide them
if necessary.

That will be no guarantee
that we will escape undetected.

Your cowardice does not befit
a Romulan soldier.

People blame the military
for the wars

that we are asked to fight

but I think
it is your kind, Major

that will be the death
of us all.

Plot a course
for the Draken system.

Course plotted, sir.

Prepare for warp.

Commander, sensors
are picking up

a vessel.

Our cloaking device
is still engaged.

They have not detected us.

Activate viewscreen.

Enlarge.

It is the Enterprise,
Commander.

Well, Major,
it appears your suspicions

about the freighter
were correct after all.

The Federation has come
in search of its spies.

Status.

They are scanning the debris
of the freighter.

Shield levels normal.

Weapons systems not active.

They are not prepared
for battle, sir.

Well, they weren't expecting
to find us here

and I see no reason
to alter that perception.

The radiation
from the debris field

could make our cloak detectable
if we engage warp engines.

Proceed at maneuvering speed.

One moment, Commander.

We should hold our position

until the Enterprise
has left the area.

We cannot risk detection.

Even if we are detected

they cannot track us
once we go to warp.

We have not established
their intentions.

Their intentions
are obvious, Major

and are of no concern to us.

Proceed on course,
maneuvering engines only.

Go to warp when we're clear
of the debris field.

Yes, Commander.

We should clear the field
in 27 minutes.

You will keep me informed
of our progress.

It is not wise to challenge
the Tal Shiar, Commander.

I will not let her tell
me how to run my ship.

It appears to be
the remains of a ship.

My analysis indicates

that it was
an Antares-class freighter.

That's the ship
we were supposed to meet.

Could there have been
some kind of malfunction...

a reactor core breach?

I do not believe so, sir.

That would not be consistent
with the debris pattern.

However, sensors indicate
extremely high levels

of residual antiprotons.

Romulan disruptor fire.

Correct.

And based
on the antiproton decay

I would estimate
the incident occurred

within the last 4.3 hours.

Then the Romulans could
still be in the vicinity.

Red Alert.
Shields at maximum.

Whatever that freighter
was carrying

they certainly didn't
want it to reach us.

Are you sure you don't
know what it was?

No, sir, I swear it.

All we have here are questions.

Mr. Data, continue
with your scan.

We have to get a message
to the Enterprise.

That's impossible.

It's the perfect opportunity.

The Enterprise is nearby.

If we can communicate with them,
they might be able to help us.

Counselor, this ship
is traveling under cloak.

All of our
electromagnetic emissions

are being monitored.

Any attempt
at communication whatsoever

and we would be
discovered instantly.

It could not succeed.

We must continue to Draken IV.

That is the safest course.

Is there anything
you can do to the ship

or to the cloaking device

that would let the
Enterprise track us?

Track us?

No.

We want to get into
Federation territory undetected.

What we want is to get
the dissidents to safety.

Now, answer the question...
is there a way?

If there were, I wouldn't do it.

Yes, you will.

Counselor...

We're not playing it
your way anymore, N'Vek!

I've been kidnapped,
surgically altered

put in danger...

I've gone along
with all your plans.

Now you are going
to listen to me!

You find a way
to let the Enterprise track us

or I will go to Toreth

and tell her I've discovered
you're a traitor!

I'll have you
ejected into space!

Is that clear, Subcommander?!

There is one possibility.

In order for a ship

to remain undetectable
while cloaked

the radiative emissions
from the warp engines

must be precisely balanced.

The ship's Engineer
is a sympathizer.

He may be able
to slightly misalign

one of the nullifier cores.

It would create a small
magnetic disruption in space

whenever we were in motion.

Good.

Do it.

The effect would only
be intermittent.

They might not even detect it.

If it's the best we can do,
we have to try it.

Anything more would be

immediately registered
on the Bridge.

Even this slight misalignment
may be detected.

It's a risk we have to take.

You're the one that outlined
the stakes to me, N'Vek.

Are you getting squeamish now

just because things are getting
a little more dangerous?

Sensors are picking up

a polarized magnetic distortion
to our portside.

Analysis.

The distortion
is extremely weak.

It appears to be moving slowly.

It...

It is gone, sir.

Gone?

The distortion no longer
registers on our instruments.

Could this distortion be
caused by a cloaked ship?

Unknown, sir.

Our understanding
of Romulan technology

is still limited.

Captain, Romulan ships use
a forced quantum singularity

as a power source.

If that system
is not functioning perfectly

or is damaged even slightly,
it might show through the cloak

as a magnetic disturbance
of some kind.

The distortion
has reappeared, sir.

Bearing 337 mark 10.

It...

It has disappeared again, sir.

Mr. DeSeve, in your opinion

is it possible
that we're picking up

a cloaked Romulan ship?

It's a strong possibility, sir.

Mr. Data, continue your scan.

Ensign, link navigational
control to Mr. Data's console

and plot a course
for that distortion.

Commander,
the Enterprise is underway.

Good.

What is their course?

They're heading for us, sir.

What?

They appear to be
on an intercept course.

What is the status
of our cloaking device?

Is there a malfunction
of any kind?

Cloaking device
functioning correctly, sir.

All shipboard emissions
within proper range.

Maintain full sensor scans.

Commander, the Enterprise
may simply be engaged

in search operations.

Perhaps.

Where is it now, Mr. Data?

It has disappeared
once again, sir.

I believe it may have
been coming to a halt.

Stop engines.

Aye, sir.

If this is a Romulan ship

will it stay in position
until we leave?

I don't think so, sir.

A Romulan Commander's instinct
would be to attack.

Engage maneuvering engines.

Forward 0.1.

Take us directly
under their hull.

Yes, Commander.

What are you doing?

It seems that the Enterprise
can track us

even though we are cloaked.

I intend to find out if they can
or they cannot.

N'Vek, ready attack procedure.

Sir, disruptors are standing by.

Ready to disengage cloak.

We cannot risk
an engagement here.

Considering the nature
of our mission

I would have preferred
to have avoided it as well

but I see no other alternative.

What do you intend to do?

We will pass as close
as we possibly can.

If they do have the ability
to track us

they will move
to avoid a collision.

If they do...

I will destroy them.

Sir, the magnetic distortion
has reappeared.

Bearing and speed?

It appears to be moving
toward us, closing slowly.

Its bearing indicates
a possible collision course.

Time to impact?

I am unable to get
a precise measurement.

However, I would estimate
impact within 90 seconds.

It doesn't make any sense.

Why would they run into us?

If they were, why would

they do it at full speed?

I don't know, sir.

The Romulans will sometimes
make suicide attacks

but only as a last resort.

There's no reason for it here.

Time to impact
approximately 60 seconds.

We don't have
the luxury to speculate.

Back us away
from the disruption, Ensign...

one-half impulse.

Aye, sir.

They are moving away, Commander.

Prepare attack sequence.

All sections report
ready for battle, Commander.

Disruptors fully charged.

Disengage cloak on my command.

Prepare to fire...

Disregard that order.

What?

I do not authorize this attack.

You will cease
battle operations immediately.

I do not need your authorization
to attack, Major.

This is my ship.

How typical of the military
to resort to brute force

when discretion is required.

The Enterprise has demonstrated
that it can track us.

They must be destroyed.

Yes, they can track us

so, if we attack them,
they will return fire

and since we have no shields
when we're cloaked

they will destroy us.

Are you questioning
my ability to command?

You are not fit to command.

Step down.

Step down,
or I will have you removed.

Do you think anyone here
will listen to you?

If any one of you defies
the Tal Shiar

you will not bear
the punishment alone.

Your families, all of them,
will be there beside you.

I am now Commander of this ship.

You will take orders
from me and no one else.

Remove Commander Toreth
from her station.

If she resists, shoot her.

Commander...

please step down.

Remove her weapon.

Now, Commander...

watch and learn.

In order to defeat your enemy,
you must first understand them.

The Federation wishes
to avoid war at all costs

so, I will offer them
a diplomatic solution...

get them
to lower their shields...

and then...

destroy them.

Captain, we are being hailed.

On screen.

I am Major Rakal
of the Tal Shiar.

I'm Jean-Luc Picard
of the Enterprise.

How can we be of help?

A Corvallen freighter has been
destroyed not far from here.

We have detected
the residual effects

of disruptor fire.

Can you shed any light on this?

A regrettable incident, Captain.

The freighter was fired upon

by the former Commander
of this vessel.

I have now taken control

and I assure you,
there will be no more attacks.

Still, there was
considerable loss of life.

Captain, we do not want
to exaggerate this incident.

You and I can discuss it calmly.

We can diffuse it
before it becomes inflated.

I agree.

I will come onto your ship.

Please lower your shields
and prepare to beam me aboard.

Very well.

Mr. Worf, lock onto Major Rakal.

Transport on my command.

Aye, sir.

Thank you.

What's she doing on that ship?

I don't know, Number One...

but she needs our help
to get back.

Mr. Worf, keep that lock on her
no matter what happens.

Yes, sir.

Lower shields.

Their shields are dropping.

Activate forward
disruptor array.

Fire when ready.

Yes, Major.

Firing.

Captain, they have fired on us.

Shields up. Stand by phasers.
Damage report.

We sustained a direct hit,
but the damage was negligible.

The disruptor
had almost no power.

This is Proconsul M'ret

and his aides... they're part
of the underground movement.

They're in stasis.

Medical team to the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Where's Deanna?

Disruptors were ineffective.

The Enterprise was not damaged.

They have reestablished
full shields.

I am reading a malfunction
in the forward disruptor array.

The power system
is destabilized.

You're lying.

The disruptor beam
has been purposely sabotaged

to conceal
a transporter beam within.

Quickly, Pilot.

Locate transport coordinates.

What have you done?

The transporter beam originated
in our cargo bay.

Something was transported
from there to the Enterprise.

So, Major...

the mysterious cargo
brought on board

by Major Rakal of the Tal Shiar

has been transported
to the Starfleet vessel.

I see two traitors
in our midst.

So, Major...

now that you can no longer
take refuge behind the shield

of the Tal Shiar

it's time to answer
a few questions.

What was in
those cargo containers?

Well, no matter.

We will soon know
all that we need to know...

and then we will execute you.

Pilot, drop shields
and cloak the ship.

Prepare to go to warp.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, now.

Counselor.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Let's get you to Sick Bay.

Ensign, get us out of here...
warp nine.

Aye, sir.

Well, that about does it.

How does it feel
to have your own face back?

Just right.
Thank you.

The men you helped rescue
are all safe.

Proconsul M'ret is deeply
grateful for your help.

The thanks should go to N'Vek.

He sacrificed himself
to save them... and me.

Well, thanks to the two of you

the way has been paved
for further rescue operations.

N'Vek's efforts and his
sacrifice were not in vain.