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Captain's Log,

Stardate 45233.1.

Our terraforming mission

to Doraf One has been cancelled

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 29.

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...

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 loyalty

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.

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 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.

Yep.

( grunting and moaning )

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.

He 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. 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...

( sobbing )

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 home world.

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?

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.

PICARD:

Computer, freeze.

Call up the intelligence

scan of Spock on Romulus.

PICARD:

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 home world.

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. Mott

to have their

hairpieces designed.

30 minutes, Number One.

LA FORGE:

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 Two.

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 Two, 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 Two,

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

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.

DOKACHIN:

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 material, 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.

DOKACHIN:

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 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.

LA FORGE:

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

at 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

U.S.S. 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's an energy build-up

in their phaser banks.

Sir, they're

activating weapons.

Forward shields

down to 72%.

Boost power the shields.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf, lock on to

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.

PICARD:

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

lifespan 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

and it's too late.

It's a difficult moment.

It's a lonely one.

It's a moment that

Spock is about to face.

( laughing )

Don't you two look sweet?

Be careful, android.

Some Romulan beauty

might take a liking to you.

( hisses )

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, pro-consul.

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.

( knocking )

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, uh, 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're 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 loyal 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.

Is that not Pardek?

I believe it is.

Perhaps you should appear

to enjoy your soup, sir.

Do not move.

What?

Hey, 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.

MAN:

Indeed.

You have found him,

Captain Picard.