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Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 429234.

Despite misgivings, I have agreed
to Stan'leet's request

that the enterprise divert
to the bras/eta system

to take part in a war game exercise.

Joining us
as observer and mediator

is the zakdorn master strategist,
sirna kolrami.

Mr. Kolrami, captain Jean-Luc picard.
Welcome aboard.

Captain, I bring you greetings
from those at starfleet command.

Would you care to be shown
to your quarters?

I require little rest, captain.

I prefer that we commence
with our mission.

Despite their reputations,

this zakdorn does not appear to be
a very formidable warrior.

In the game
of military brinksmanship,

individual physical prowess
is less important

than the perception
of a species as a whole.

For over nine millennia, potential foes
have regarded the zakdorns

as having the greatest
innately strategic minds in the galaxy.

So no one is willing to test
that perception in combat.

Exactly.

Then the reputation means nothing.

The braslota system.

In orbit around the second planet

is the 80-year-old starcruiser,
hathaway.

He is still your first choice?

Commander riker
will captain the hathaway.

You will have 48 hours
to ready your vessel

before the enterprise attacks.

And we'll experience
actual battle conditions?

Correct.

Engineering will disconnect
the enterprise's weapons

and link the system
with the modified laser-pulse beam.

All hits
will be recorded electronically.

If the computer registers damage,
it will act accordingly,

shutting down the affected areas
for the appropriate repair time.

Additional questions?

[Kolrami humming]

Captain picard,
it is my understanding

that you initially resisted
starfleet's request for this simulation.

Well, may I know why?

Starfleet is not a military organization.
Its purpose is exploration.

Then why am I here?

With the borg threat,

I decided that my officers and I
needed to hone our tactical skills.

In a crisis situation,

- it is prudent to have several options.
- Ah.

Riker:
I prefer brains over brawn as well.

I think it's a waste of effort
to test our combat skills.

It's a minor province in the makeup
of a starship captain.

Your objection is noted.

Let us hope
that your distaste for the exercise

will not affect your strategic abilities.

Mr. Kolrami, when I agree
to do something, I do it.

Do you care to surrender now,
captain?

Picard:
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.

Well, number one,
you are allowed a complement of 40,

so select whom you will.
Save, of course, Mr. Data,

who will serve as my first officer
during your absence.

Kolrami: I had envisioned you
defining the crew.

On my ship,
the leader of an away team

has total control of the mission.

If you want to judge leadership,
why not start at the beginning?

Very well, captain.

[Kolrami humming]

My, what a charmer.

Doctor.

Captain,
he needs an attitude adjustment.

The zakdornian culture is replete
with self-assuredness and confidence.

Seldom is it undeserved.

For example,
kolrami is a third-level grand master

at the game of strategema.

Another millimeter.

That's it, a little more. There.
That's excellent.

Riker: Lieutenant?

Yes, commander?

Heard about the simulation
aboard hathaway?

Oh, yes, sir,
and the best of luck to you.

I've researched
those old avidyne engines.

They're archaic by our standards.
Very touchy.

Anticipating the worst,

do you think they can be whipped
into shape in 48 hours?

I've already taken the Liberty
of putting together a few necessities.

[Doorbell beeping]

Enter.

Am I disturbing you?

You know of the simulation.
What do you think?

Waste of time.

It's just designed to be an exercise.

Useless.

If there is nothing to lose,
no sacrifice,

then there is nothing to gain.

You mean, besides pride.

Well, in this case, it doesn't matter.
I probably haven't got a chance.

There is always a chance.

Slim. The hathaway's
most sophisticated weapon system,

even in a computer mock-up,
can't hope to defeat the enterprise.

Well, still...

You're out-manned, you're out-gunned,
you're out-equipped.

What else have you got?

Join me.

The honor is to serve.

Picard: Begin long-range scanning
of all sectors

within 3 light years of braslota.

How's your crew shaping up?

It's complete.
But I would like to request an addition.

Anyone in particular?

With your permission,
I would like ensign crusher on board

for educational observation.

Thank you, captain.

It appears we will have some time
before reaching braslota.

I was wondering if you'd agree
to play me in a game of strategema.

Although I'm intrigued
by the audacity of your request,

I can't fathom
why you would wish the encounter.

- I enjoy a challenge.
- Very well.

An opponent of limited dimensions
can often be quite diverting.

[Kolrami humming]

Thank you.

- So you're gonna beat him, huh?
- No.

- Well, then, it's gonna be a close one.
- No.

- But you have got a chance?
- Ah.

Are you even gonna bother
to show up?

Sure. Kolrami is the best ever
at strategema.

- To play him is a privilege.
- So aside from your being privileged,

is there anything else
I can look forward to?

- No.
- This is gonna be exciting.

Against an opponent
of approximate skill,

strategema can last
well over 1,000 moves.

I wouldn't bet on us being here
that long.

I have wagered heavily
in the ship's pool

that you will take him
past the sixth plateau.

And if I don't?

I will be irritated.

Forever curious,
this urge to compete.

Oh, it's a human response.

That inborn craving to Gauge
your capabilities through conflict.

Doctor, there are other ways
to challenge oneself.

Well, perhaps,
but they all lack a certain thrill.

Data, humans sometimes
find it helpful

to have an outsider set the standard
by which they're judged.

To avoid deceiving oneself.

Maybe you should challenge kolrami
to strategema.

Why, doctor?

Because when someone
is that smug,

you occasionally have to deflate them,
just a little.

Yeah, data.

I'd like to see your neural-flecks
tear him down a peg.

Computer, actuation positions
for strategema.

Ready? Begin.

La forge:
Come on, commander. Come on now.

Troi: Will.
La forge: You can do it.

You can get him.
Come on, commander.

Come on, you got him, you got him.
Watch it now.

Man: Just counter. Counter. One more.
La forge: Watch it.

- There you go, you got it.
- Man: Try...

[Game beeping]

Troi: Oh.

[Humming]

- That's it?
- I'm afraid so.

- But you only made 23 moves.
- Yes.

Congratulations.

[Humming]

Commander riker,
there's your next challenge.

Worf [over radio]:
Away team assembled

and ready to transport, commander.

I may get over there
and want to come right home.

Good luck, number one.

Captain.

The simulation will commence
in 48 hours.

La forge: There should be some
emergency bridge lighting here.

Worf: Not good.

You're wrong, Mr. Worf.
It's fantastic.

And it's ours.

Mr. Worf.

Sir, lieutenant la forge
is a superior officer.

- The honor should be his.
- This is a battle simulation.

You're my tactical officer.

I discussed this with geordi
and we agreed,

I need you by my side.

Besides, worf, if engineering
is anything like the bridge,

I'm gonna have my hands full.

[Intercom beeps]

Attention,
crew of the USS hathaway,

this is your captain.

Over the next two days,
you might lose a lot of sleep,

but with your skill and your stamina,
we'll have this old lady ready to fly.

I want hourly progress reports
from all stations.

Riker out.

[Beeping]

[Device bleeping]

[Powering up]

Nice job, geordi.

Now, what are the possibilities
of warp drive?

La forge:

Not good.

There are only a few dilithium
fragments left in the holding clamps.

Even if we had crystals that were intact,
there's no antimatter to fuel the drive.

- Any recommendations?
- No, sir.

We haven't got a prayer.

Would you like to transfer back
to the enterprise, Mr. Crusher?

No, sir.

Wes, remember,
our purpose is to improvise.

It's the effort that counts.

Picard: Open.

I believe the rules
are understood by all.

Weapons conversion,
lieutenant Burke?

Burke: Complete, captain.

Signal received. Locked on.

She's really been stripped down,
captain.

The only offensive systems you'll need
will be simulated by computer.

What's the zakdornian word
for "mismatch "?

Kolrami: Challenge.

We do not whine
about the inequities of life.

And how you perform in a mismatch

is precisely what is of interest
to starfleet.

After all, when one
is in the superior position,

one is expected to win.

Screen off.

- You have the bridge, Mr. Data.
- Aye, sir.

Lieutenant commander data,
I'm intrigued by your challenge.

Dr. Pulaski informed me of your desire
to play a game of strategema.

But I expressed no such interest.

What commander data means

is that he would never
have asked you himself,

but I know that he's very interested
in pitting his skill against yours.

Play against a machine. Hm.

Why should I wish to?

I don't blame you.

It's no fun going into a game
when you know you're going to lose.

But I wouldn't lose.

Now, you're no doubt going to tell me
that I have to prove it to you.

Come on, data,
you can't let that pass.

- Indeed, I... [mouths] Please.

Cannot.

Then you will play
for the honor of your ship.

[Humming]

The honor of the ship.

It's your reputation that's on the line.

With my knowledge
of the enterprise's security override,

we may be able
to convince the sensors

that an enemy ship
is approaching.

Their instruments would lie to them.

If you can pull that off, Mr. Worf,

you might give us the edge
we're looking for.

But what about the viewscreen?

If I am successful,
the computer will project a false image

of the enemy ship
on the main viewscreen.

So unless someone runs to a window
and looks out...

They're going to fall for it.

The lining's still smooth.

We should be able
to do something

with these dilithium fragments
we scavenged.

Sure, the system's functional,

but without antimatter,
what difference does it make?

[Device bleeping]

Geordi, I have to return
to the enterprise.

Wes, we've only got 32 hours.

- This is important.
- And this isn't?

Attempt the routing bypass here.

If it works, they will be surprised.

Where am I going to get
the opti-cable?

Anywhere.

Captain, I left an experiment
running back on the enterprise.

May I go back and shut it down?

- It's that important?
- Well, it has to be monitored.

And it is my final grade
in plasma physics.

Message from the hathaway, sir.

On-screen.

Riker: Request permission for ensign
crusher to reboard the enterprise.

Why?

Apparently, he was so anxious
to join the away team,

he left a very critical experiment
unattended.

- Do you have any objection?
- He should be escorted

and have no contact
with anything save his research.

Permission granted.

- Mr. Burke, will you handle that?
- Aye, sir.

I saw no sense
in riker choosing him anyway.

He's just a non-commissioned child.

[Beeping]

Wesley: I can't believe I forgot this.
It's a good lesson not to let excitement

- cloud your judgment.
- Yeah.

This is very delicate.
I spent six weeks setting this up.

- That's a lot of work.
- Oh, no.

- This is ruined.
- That's too bad.

Look, is this going to take
much longer?

I have to dispose of this safely.
This is very volatile.

Beam it off the enterprise,
leave it particalized.

That's fine. Let's just do it.

Right. I'll transfer the coordinates
to the transporter room.

[Whispering inaudibly]

In the present context,
what did she mean by, "bust him up"?

In her own way,
Dr. Pulaski was instructing you

to take the shortest route to victory.

As opposed to what?

[People chattering]

Ready?

- Begin. Man 1: Go. Take him.

Man 2: All right. Come on.
Woman 1: Yes. Yes, go.

Man 2: Come on.
Woman 1: Good one. Good, good.

Man 3: Oh, look at them. Come on.
Man 1: Go.

Man 2: So fast.
Man 3: Harder, harder. Watch it!

- Watch it, watch it.
- Woman 2: One more, one more.

Woman 1: That's it.
Man 1: Come on.

[Game beeping]

I can't believe it.

The computer beaten
by flesh and blood?

[Kolrami hisses]

You advanced quite far
against such a worthy opponent.

Thoroughly enjoyable, Mr. Data.

I am at your disposal for a rematch.

Thank you.
But what would be the point?

[Kolrami humming]

How can you lose?

You're supposed to be infallible.

Obviously, I am not.

Ensign, where is commander data?

He has temporarily removed himself
from bridge duty, sir.

Your crew is excellently trained,
captain.

A tribute to your leadership.

Although, I doubt their extensive
preparation will be needed.

Why is that?

I do not expect captain riker
will present much of a challenge.

Mr. Kolrami,
may I speak with you in private?

I would like to know the root
of your prejudice for my first officer.

Oh, captain, I...

Mr. Kolrami, you have been nothing
but denigrating and abusive

of commander riker
since coming aboard this ship.

Now, I would like some explanation.

Having studied William riker's file
prior to this assignment,

I have found him wanting.

In what regard?

His work record is exemplary,

but, as you know,
a starship captain is not manufactured.

He, or she, is born from inside.

From the character of the individual.

My interviews have revealed a man

who displays circumstantially
inappropriate joviality,

belying the seriousness
of his station.

Don't confuse style with intent.

Only a fool would question

commander riker's dedication
to starfleet

and the men and women
under his command.

He is simply the finest officer
with whom I have ever served.

We shall see
if your faith is well-founded.

The test is whether the crew will follow
where commander riker leads.

His...

His joviality is the means
by which he creates that loyalty.

And I will match his command style
with your statistics anytime.

Kolrami: Hm...

[Console beeping]

[Doorbell beeping]

Come in, please.

- Data.
- Counselor, is something the matter?

That was going to be my question.

With my repository of knowledge,

I expected to perform better
against a humanoid life form.

You know,
some of our greatest advances

have come from analyzing failure.

- While it can be ego-bruising...
- But, counselor, I do not have an ego.

Well, um, a loss can be disheartening.

- But, counselor, I do not have a...
- Data.

You can handle defeat in two ways.

You can lose confidence
or you can learn from your mistakes.

That is what troubles me.
I made no mistakes.

I have conducted a diagnostic check
of all of my programs.

I am now cross-checking
with the ship's computer.

- Is that all necessary?
- I believe so.

I have proven to be vulnerable.

At the present time, my deductions
should be treated with skepticism.

So that's why
you haven't been on the bridge.

Yes. The captain would be ill-advised
to rely upon my judgment.

I think you're overreacting.

I'm sure you're all right.

I, however, am not sure.

La forge: Easy now.

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

La forge:
Good. Good work. All right.

Hand me that connector on the kit.

Riker: What is that?

Wesley:
My experiment from the enterprise.

Riker: Wes?

It deals with high-energy
plasma reactions with antimatter.

You went back to the enterprise
for that?

- Wes, you cheated.
- Wesley: No, sir.

You told me to improvise.

Well, the hard part's gonna be
calibrating the thermal curve

necessary to start
a controlled reaction.

Assuming you can,
can you regulate the reaction?

There's just enough crystal left
to do it.

We plan to channel the reaction
through the chips.

Are we good?

You're better than good.
Great. Brilliant.

It's gonna be fun. Carry on.

[Doorbell beeping]

Come in, please.

- All right, data. Enough of this.
- Doctor?

How long are you gonna sit sulking
like achilles in his tent?

I'm conducting diagnostic...

You may be able to sell troi that story
but not me.

And you're smarting
because you were beaten.

Well, it happens.

No, doctor, this is not about ego.

I am concerned about
giving the captain unsound advice.

I wish I had never maneuvered you
into playing that game.

I'm sorry.

Why, doctor?

It is done, and perhaps just as well.

This has indicated that I am damaged
in some fashion.

I must find the malfunction.

[Console beeping]

- Riker: Simulation begins in one hour.
- You'll have warp drive, captain,

though it may not be
what you expected.

I think that deserves
some kind of explanation.

- We'll have warp 1 for about...
- Just under two seconds.

That's not long enough
for an escape.

But used as a surprise,
it may give a strategic advantage.

- Sir, all of this is theoretical.
- And if your theory fails to pay off?

Have you ever driven
a grenthemen water hopper?

- Sure.
- Ever popped the clutch?

You're saying
we're gonna stall the hathaway?

And the enterprise will waltz right over
and pulverize us.

Now let me try to understand.

You're saying
that commander data is suffering

from a profound loss of confidence,

and that you believe
that only I can restore the balance?

Yes, sir.

Both Deanna and I have tried
but we're not getting through to him.

Don't you think
you both might be overreacting?

Data is not capable of the emotions
which you're assigning him.

The effects are the same.

Whether they're caused
by human emotions

or Android algorithms.

Data's not on the bridge, and I don't
think data's going to be on the bridge

until we find some way
to address his problem.

I'm less than one hour away
from a battle simulation

and I have to hand-hold an Android.

The burdens of command.

[Bleeping]

[Doorbell beeping]

Come in, please.

Commander, I require your presence
on the bridge.

Captain, with all due respect,
perhaps it would be better

if you choose another
to serve as your first officer.

Data, you are my first officer.

I have not been able
to isolate the problem, sir.

I might make a mistake.

Yes, you might.

But that does not alter your duty
to me and to this ship.

Now, do you know
how to formulate a premise?

- Yes, sir.
- Then formulate this one.

How do I deal with commander riker
and the hathaway?

I'll await your answer on the bridge.

And commander?

It is possible to commit no mistakes
and still lose.

That is not a weakness.

That is life.

I believe I understand, sir.

And, data, will you leave
your hesitation and self-doubt

here in your quarters.

[Beeping]

I have several examples of
commander riker's battle technique.

At the academy,
he calculated a sensory blind spot

on a tholian vessel and hid within it
during a battle simulation.

And as a lieutenant
aboard the Potemkin,

his solution to a crisis
was to shut down all power

and hang over
a planet's magnetic Poles,

thus confusing
his opponent's sensors.

And from these specifics, what general
conclusion can you extrapolate?

Only 21 percent of the time
does he rely on traditional tactics.

So the captain must be prepared
for unusual cunning.

Counselor.

Commander riker will assume
we have made this analysis,

and knowing that we know
his methods, he will alter them.

But knowing that he knows
that we know that he knows,

he might choose to return
to his usual pattern.

Wait, wait.
You're over-analyzing, data.

One cannot deny human nature.

What kind of a man
is commander riker?

- A fighter?
- Yes.

The weaker his position,

the more aggressive will be
his posture.

And he won't give up.

Then despite whatever options
he is given, he must be...

- The man that he is. Exactly.
- Hm.

Is that a failing in humans?

You'll have to decide that
for yourself.

On-screen.

The hunt begins, number one.

We 're ready.
Just remember, enterprise,

captain riker has never lost.

Kolrami: Begin now.

Screen off.

Set course 223, Mark 357.

Full impulse power.
Initiate kumeh maneuver.

Kumeh maneuver?

Why would they start out
with such a recognizable ploy?

He's teasing. He wants us to reveal
our tactics on his terms.

Counter with the talupian maneuver,
on instrument sighting.

Agreed. Three-quarter impulse,
full on my command.

Ensign nagel, maximum shields.

Mr. Worf, prepare your little surprise.

Worf: Aye, sir.

Set course 317, Mark 73.
Present minimal aspect.

Ready warp 1, optimal spread
on simulated torpedoes.

[Scanner beeping]

Captain, romulan warship
approaching fast from astern.

- What the...?
- Burke: It came out of nowhere, sir.

Bring us about, ensign.
Maximum shields.

[Alarm wailing]

Full weapon systems.
Disengage modified beam.

- Open a hailing frequency.
- I can't, sir. There's nothing there.

[Kolrami laughing]

[Phasers firing]

Warp 3, evasive. Stand by.

Disengage weapons and shields.

Re-engage modified beam.

- He's quite good.
- He's the best.

Computer reports simulated damage
to several aft decks, sir.

Repair time, 3.6 days.

How did he do that?

Mr. Worf must have overridden
the sensor codes,

played some holographic games.
Mr. Data, input a new code.

Attack posture,
circumvental attitude.

Prepare beams for photon mode.

Bye-bye, hathaway.

Computers report heavy damage
to the enterprise.

Wesley: They're moving off, sir.
Why not go after them?

They're not through coming after us.
Wesley, geordi, prepare warpjump.

- There are no guarantees here, sir.
- There never are, lieutenant.

I'm gonna trust your expertise.
Secure your stations.

Stand by for my signal.

Ready the photon torpedoes.

Captain, sensors picking up
a ferengi warship closing at warp 5.

- Did you input that new code?
- Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf,
I didn't give you enough credit.

Continue the simulation.

Divert all power to shields.

- Sever modified beams.
- Stay between ferengi and hathaway.

- Engage phasers and target.
- Fire when ready.

That's no ghost attacking
the enterprise. That's real.

We must assist, sir.

With what?
We have no offensive weapons.

- Where are my weapons?
- Burke: Unavailable, sir.

We cannot disengage modified beams.
The connections have been fused.

[Alarm wailing]

- We must retreat.
- Unacceptable.

The ferengi
have broken off their attack.

Drop shields.
Transport the away team aboard.

- Transporter function's gone, sir.
- Shields reduced to one-fifth intensity.

Use their moment of indecision
to escape.

I have 40 crewmembers
on board the hathaway.

Who should be sacrificed
to save a thousand!

Acceptable tactical losses
considering the circumstances.

Not to me.

Notify starfleet, priority.

Hail the ferengi on my command.
Formulate alternatives.

As the starfleet observer,
I am ordering you to withdraw!

I am the captain of this vessel!
Your order is nullified.

Ferengi on main viewscreen.

I am captain Jean-Luc picard

of the federation starship
USS enterprise.

Why have you attacked my vessel?

Why was your ship combative

with another federation vessel
of lesser design?

Why do you now protect
your former target?

What is its value to you?

Our probes indicate you were aware
of our approach yet took no action.

Your answers
will dictate our response.

We have refrained
from launching a counterattack

in the hope that this
can be resolved peacefully.

Our probes indicate
that you are crippled

and the ship you protect
has no weaponry,

no light-speed drive,
and only a scarce crew.

This makes no sense to us.

Unless it contains something
very valuable.

I am bractor, leader
of the ferengi attack vessel kreechta.

I will have the secret
of the other federation ship.

Surrender it to me

and I will allow your enterprise
to leave unharmed.

You have ten of your minutes.

Sir, they're massing
a surge of power.

We're being scanned.
They've locked on.

- Data?
- Our shields will not withstand

another assault, sir.

Then there are no options.

Retreat or die.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Due to a miscalculation on my part,

the enterprise has been subjected
to a surprise attack by the ferengi.

I find myself with little time
to decide the fate of 40 of my crew

stranded aboard
the derelict hathaway.

I am open to suggestions.

Captain, we are now capable
of launching

a limited number
of photon torpedoes.

I've already given you my advice,
captain.

The hathaway is expendable.

Commander riker is hailing, sir.

On-screen.

Number one, have you been
monitoring communications?

Yes, sir. Kolrami's right.
You've got to save the enterprise.

That would leave you defenseless.

When bractor closes in,

we I! Hit our warp drive,
take our chances.

Your what?

We have a limited,
two-second warp capability.

Impossible.
That ship was rendered warp-inactive.

I told you he was the best.

I'd like to hear more about this,
number one, later.

Right now I have to work
something out with Mr. Data.

Premise. The ferengi wish
to capture the hathaway,

believing it to be of value.

Therefore, we must remove the ship
from their field of interest.

And they will soon relocate it
after a two-second warp.

There is a way.

- Number one, can you hear this?
- Riker: Yes, sir.

We're all here waiting for you
to pull another rabbit out of your hat.

Mr. Data?

On the captain's command,
we will fire four photon torpedoes

directly at the hathaway.

One millisecond after its detonation,

the computer
will trigger your warp jump.

I think I hate this plan.

Data, we're not even sure
our warp jump will work.

If the warp engines fail to function,
the result could be unfortunate.

Very unfortunate.

Captain riker,
I cannot order you to do this.

What the hell?
Nobody said life was safe.

The advantage is that it will appear
from the kreechta's perspective

asthough...

As though you were destroyed
in the explosion.

That will deceive them
only for a few minutes.

Their sensors will soon locate us.

We'll only need a few minutes,
Mr. Worf,

because you're going to prepare
another surprise for them.

Picard: Then we're agreed.

On my Mark, four minutes.

Remember, geordi,

if the implementation is off
by one millisecond,

the hathaway will not survive.

Data, that's the one part of this plan
that we're all absolutely sure about.

Are we ready, number one?

- Ready, captain.
- Riker: Ready, captain.

Good luck to both of you.

Bractor.

I will wait no longer, picard.

Picard:
You needn't. The answer is no.

Your actions have been wholly criminal.
You will not profit by them.

You are a fool.

How can you stop us?

You believe
the hathaway has value?

We deny you your prize.

Fire.

Destroy your own, rather than suffer
the ignominy of defeat and capture?

I did not think the federation
had such iron.

You had no claim on that vessel.
It was ours to destroy.

As you are ours to destroy.

You can try.

Enterprise targeted, leader.

Leader, there is another
federation ship closing.

A starship.

Maximum shields.

We have been outmaneuvered.

Retreat.

Burke: Captain, our sensors show
no federation starship nearby.

Of course not, Mr. Burke.
That was klingon guile.

You made it, number one.
Smooth ride?

Rike r:
Well, it certainly was different.

We'll lock on and pick you up.

Ri ker: With pleasure, captain.

[Stammering]

I must admit your commander riker
acquitted himself quite admirably.

And so, captain, have you.

My report to starfleet
will be most favorable.

Picard: Thank you.

Initiate recovery procedures.
Continue repairs.

Plot a course
for the nearest starbase.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

With the transporter repaired
and my crew safely back aboard,

we have officially ended
our first starfleet battle simulation.

Man 1: Come on, data.

Woman 1: Push it, push it.
Man 2: Don't lose it. Don't lose it.

Man 3: He's got him. Go, data.
Man 1: You got him, you got him.

Woman 2: You can do it.

- Come on, come on.
- Don't lose it. Don't lose it.

- Come on, data. You got him.
- Come on.

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Come on, data.

- Come on, data. Come on.
- You can do it.

- Come on, data. Come on, data.
- You can do it. Come on. Yes!

- All right.
- Go, go, go!

- You got him. Go get him.
- Come on, data.

Come on, data. Come on.

Argh!

Why have you suspended the game?

Because this is not a rematch.

You have made a mockery of me.

Data, you beat him.

No, sir. It is a stalemate.

Worf: No game of strategema
has ever gone this high.

La forge: What did you do?

I simply altered my premise
for playing the game.

Riker: Explain.

Working under the assumption
that kolrami was attempting to win,

it is reasonable to assume

that he expected me
to play for the same goal.

No. I was playing for a standoff.
Admw.

While kolrami was dedicated
to winning,

I was able to pass up
obvious avenues of advancement

and settle for a balance.

Theoretically, I should be able
to challenge him indefinitely.

- Then you have beaten him.
- Man 1: Sure he has.

It is a matter of perspective, doctor.

In the strictest sense, I did not win.

- I busted him up. All: Yes!

[All laughing]