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Star Trek: Picard... When you first learned

that the Romulan sun
was going to explode,

you left the Enterprise
to command the rescue armada,

a mission to relocate
900 million Romulan citizens

to worlds outside
the blast of the supernova.

The decision to call off
the rescue

and to abandon those people
we had sworn to save

was not just dishonorable.

It was downright criminal!

The daughter of the man

whose death
I have been mourning

And then she is assassinated

by a Romulan death squad
who will then

go and try and
find and destroy

her twin sister.

I have to find Bruce Maddox.

I found Maddox.

Bruce Maddox is on Freecloud.

And once we get there,
you're on your own.

Why do you want to go
to Freecloud?

Have we met?

Agnes Jurati.

Dr. Jurati

is the Earth's leading
expert on synthetic life.

My name is Soji.

I'm working with Hugh on
the reclamation project.

I know who you are!
You are Seb-Cheneb.

You are the Destroyer!

Hello, hello.
How good to see you all again.

Yes, yes.

I know you're all worried,

but the Federation and Starfleet
are here to help you settle.

You have my word.

Jolan tru.

You haven't
stopped talking

about Admiral Picard
since he left.

Can't you find
something to say to him?

What did you bring me?

What did I bring you? Well...

Now, let me see.

The Three Musketeers

by Alexandre Dumas.

Enjoy.You're making the admiral
uncomfortable, Elnor.

He dislikes displays of emotion.

And he's not overly fond
of children.

Not at all.

Someday, I may get used to
the Way of Absolute Candor.

Wh-Why don't you like children?

Because they're demanding,
distracting and interfere

with duty
and pleasure alike.

My feelings are hurt.

I actually did think
you were fond of me.

Correct.

I like you very much.

The sisters
in Southeast Station

tell us things went well there.

10,000 new refugees.

The help of the sisters
was invaluable.

The Federation owes a
debt to the Qowat Milat.

How long can you stay?

As always, our house
and our hearts are open to you.

Can I read the book?Yes. Of course.

But in three days,
I have to be in Central Station

to meet the next convoy.

Because last time,
you promised that...

A promise is a prison, Elnor.

Do not make yourself
another's jailer.

And that reminds
me, Zani.

Last time, I made you a promise

that I would try and find
some sweet hanifak.

But I totally forgot

that promises
were prisons, so...

It can't be easy

being the only boy

in a house of women.

He must get
lonely sometimes.

Yes.

He is loved,
but he does not belong with us.

I understand.

It's so good of you
to have taken him in

the way that you have.

I will find him
a more suitable place soon.

En garde!

"D'Artagnan, who though
wanting in practice

"had a profound theory,

"redoubled his agility.

"Jussac, anxious to put an end
to this, springing forward,

"aimed a terrible thrust

"at his adversary,
but the latter parried it.

And while..."What does "parried" mean?

I'll show you tomorrow.
"And while Jussac

"was recovering himself,
d'Artagnan glided

"like a serpent
beneath his blade,

"and passed his sword
through his body.

"Jussac fell in a heap.

"D'Artagnan then cast

an anxious and rapid glance
over the field of battle."

I'm busy, Raffi.

What do you mean
"synths have attacked Mars"?

What will this mean

for our mission?
Will it continue?

Of course. It must.

Tell Elnor

I'm sorry we didn't finish
our fencing lesson.

But...

...well, I'll be back soon.

Picard ready
for transport.

Hi.

You're reading.
I won't...

Be my guest.

So...

space turns out to
be super boring.

Go figure.

What were you expecting?

I don't know.

It's so... empty.

I mean, of course, right?

It's right there
in the name. "Space."

It's not like it's called
"vast quantities of stuff."

Although, come to think of it,

there are over three billion
stars in our galaxy alone

and ours is one of two trillion.

There are a septillion
known planets,

so maybe it should be called
"vast quantities of stuff."

Like, why focus on the negative?

I caught up on two years
of back issues

of the Journal of
Theoretical Cybernetics,

including the Festschrift
for Professor Kwok.

I watered your plants.
You're welcome.

I was gonna watch a holo,
but weirdly,

all you have on board
is Klingon opera.

Long story.

I used to live with a guy
who liked paper books.

I bothered him, too.

What did he used to do about it?

He was my dad.

He had to put up with it.

What's your book about?

The existential pain of living
with the consciousness of death,

and how it defines us
as human beings.

Well, that's not
a conversation killer at all.

I totally want to talk about
the existential pain

of living with
the consciousness of death.

Rios!

Thank God.

I just checked
the nav log.

Where the hell are we going?

Says he needs to make a stop.

He needsto?

Picard?

What stop?

Vashti, in the Qiris sector.

Vashti.

Man can't even take a guilt trip
without using a starship.

Hold.

Holomatrix paused.

Is it inaccurate?

Everything seems
absolutely correct,

in every particular.

We rebuilt your study to
the exact specifications.

I see that.

Your Mr. Zhaban supplied me
with the holoscans.

He thought you might
feel more at home.

It seems a little odd
that a working ship

should have a
hospitality hologram.

I came with the basic
installation, sir,

but you're right,

hospitality emergencies
are rare on this vessel.-

In general, the captain...
keeps his own company.

Come.

You want to go
to Vashti?

Are you out of
your goddamn mind?

I hate that fucking
hospitality hologram.

That you even suggest it
makes me

seriously question
your mental state.

The idea of going there
isn't just

a bad idea,
it's-it's bizarre.

Look,

Dahj's sister
is in grave danger.

She may already be dead.

I am

as eager to get
to Freecloud as you.

I... Did I ever say I was eager
to get to Freecloud?

Do-do I seem
eager to you?

I would say more...

apprehensive.

Look, I-I'm gonna be
straight with you.

Well, that will make
a refreshing change.

Come.

is this a secret meeting,

or am I technically

part of the crew now?

Please, Dr. Jurati,
join us.

Raffi here was

questioning my sanity.

You know what? Fine.
Let's go to Vashti.

Check out that
big statue of you.

I mean, they-they must've
put up at least one.

If they did,
somebody's probably

stolen it by now.

Qiris sector's
sketchy nowadays.

Serious power vacuum.

Smugglers and petty warlords,
like Kar Kantar,

basically run the show.

Kantar got hold of an
antique Bird-of-Prey somewhere

and has been running wild

from Vashti
to Daimanta.

You didn't already
tell him this?

He said,

"Lay in a course
for Vashti, Rios,"

and, what,
you just obeyed,

like a good Starfleet officer?

I assumed he knew.

But the Qiris sector is in
the Fenris Rangers' territory.

Was. The Rangers just do not
have the resources

to keep up with the chaos
out there anymore.

Also, Vashti is
a hotbed for the Romulan

Rebirth movement.

But you're just
gonna drop in

and pick yourself up a nun.

O-Okay, well,
now somebody has to tell me

what we're talking about.

JL wants to hire an assassin.

They are not assassins,
and you can't hire them.

The Qowat Milat
have to choose you.

Romulan warrior nuns.

That's a real thing?

How bizarre.

I know--

knew some Qowat Milat.

On Vashti alone, they helped
Raffi and me relocate

more than a quarter
of a million refugees.

And they're
the most skilled

single-combat fighters
that I have ever seen

and the most feared enemies
of the Tal Shiar.

Sounds like you already

owe them more than they owe you.

What-what makes you think
they're gonna help you now?

They have their own criterion
whether to give or withhold

their assistance to a cause.

And what is that?

Let's just say that

I am confident that they
will find ours worthy,

and if they don't,

the Way of Absolute Candor

means that they won't
hesitate to tell us.

What's the Way of
Absolute Candor?

It's their primary teaching:

total communication of emotion

without any filter
between thought and word.

And it runs entirely
counter to everything

that the Romulans
hold dear.

Resume.

JL.

Losing Dahj has you thinking
about Vashti and the kid.

Elnor.

Okay.

But you remember
what we used to say back then?

"One impossible thing
at a time."

We have to stick
to the plan.

Freecloud.

I may never pass this way again.

I'll be in my quarters.

Anyone else think
the Way of Absolute Candor

sounds potentially annoying?

Used to be home?

Of a sort.

For a moment.

Security?

Standard Romulan
planetary defense system,

bought secondhand.

The Fenris Rangers
helped them install it.

It's primitive but effective.

Your basic impenetrable shield
of orbital killer drones.

Every 30 minutes,
a transit zone opens up

in a random spot
in the network.

If the system clears you, you
have a minute to pass through.

Try to come or go
without clearance,

and you're met
with immediate kill-fire.

Do we have clearance?

I'm working several angles,
but so far, no.

Call Central Station.
Tell them it's me.

That was the first thing we did.

Frankly, they were
not impressed.

Very well.

Suggestion?

A cash gift
is always appropriate.

Jolan tru,Qowat Milat.

Jolan tru. OTHERS: Jolan tru.

You got old,
Admiral Picard.

You didn't.

I remind you,
this is a house of truth.

I thought we would
never see you again.

I don't have the right,

but I need your help
one last time.

Poor Ramdha.

She's always been a bit
of a tormented soul.

You know her?

I'm not surprised she tried
to take her own life.

I don't know why
I feel so drawn to her,

but it's my fault.

Something about me
set her off.

Don't blame yourself.

She is disordered.

When she looked at me,
I felt... seen.

Even though she didn't like
what she saw.

I see you, Soji.

I'm a trusting person, Narek.
That's my default, but...

I don't know.

You kind of challenge
my paradigm.

Give me
another chance?

How did you know I was going to
the Disordered Ward just now?

I didn't.

Have you been watching me?

Not in the way that you mean it.

No uniform, no insignia,
no rank.

You go anywhere you like
on the Artifact,

and you know things.

Are you Tal Shiar?

No.

If you were Tal Shiar,
would you also answer no?

Yes.

Do you know what happened
to Ramdha's ship,

to the Shaenor?

No.

Who does?

I don't know.

I would imagine

there are some kind of records
on the Borg databases here.

Those are classified.

Do you have access to them?

No.

But I might know
someone who does.

How's the paradigm?

Paradigmatic.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

Where are we going?

I'm going to teach you
an ancient Borg ritual.

The Borg
didn't have rituals.

That's what
everyone thinks.

This program you watched,
the one with Ramdha--

it was in Romulan?

A talk show
called Yrrh Mnrrh.

Seattle, sometime
before May 12, 2396,

when you shipped out
for the Beta Quadrant

aboard the Ellison.

So you havebeen watching me.

Here we are.

The ventilation return.

Take off your shoes.

What? Why?

Borg ritual.

Shoes off.

Now, watch this.

Yeah!

Terran passenger lists are
a matter of public record,

which is shocking
to a Romulan sensibility.

But strangely, there's no record
that you were a passenger

on the Ellisonthat day.

Well, I was.

Are you calling me a liar?

To hell with you.

What about the Borg data files?

The ones that might explain
what happened on the Shaenor.

To hell with them, too?

What are you doing, Narek?

The same thing
you're doing.

Feeding an insatiable curiosity.

Damn.

What?Somebody I.D.'d him.

He's blowing up on personal
comm traffic down there.

Good blowing up
or bad blowing up?...

Bad. Catastrophically bad.

We should get him out of there.

No, not now, Raffi.

I need more time.

These aren't love letters, JL.

There's a lot of anger.

I am quite safe here.

I'm picking up

an incoming ship,

just at the limit
of the scanner range.

Moving kind of slow.
Looks like...

that old Bird-of-Prey.

I'm glad you're safe.

We're about to get a visit
from Kar Kantar.

Well, you do what you have
to do, and I need more time.

Picard out.

We do what we can
to maintain peace.

Half the sisters
serve as qalankhan,

freeblades patrolling
roads and waterways,

helping travelers, defending
Romulan and Terran alike.

Do the Qowat Milat
still bind their blades

to a singular cause?

If the cause is judged worthy.

No, thank you, Elnor.

Elnor?

You feel shame seeing Elnor.

I always imagined

that you had found
a suitable place for him.

So many things we imagined
back then never came to be.

But it's not just Elnor.

It's everything here--
the poverty, the degradation,

the ethnic strife.
When I left here,

there was none of this.Because you could not
save everyone,

you chose to save no one.

Yes.

I allowed the perfect
to become the enemy of the good.

You have not spoken
of your purpose yet.

I infer that you have come

to obtain the services
of a qalankhkai. Why?

I am taking on
the Tal Shiar, alone.

So your cause is
a desperate one.

It is to me.

Another rescue?

If I'm not too late.

You're not too late
to rescue Elnor.

He does not belong here.
Once the evacuation ended,

we simply never found
a better home for him.

He completed
his training?

Last spring.

So he really is
a Qowat Milat?

No. And as a man,
he never can be.

But he is open-hearted,

and apart from this display
of the reticence

you always seemed
to inspire in him, forthright.

And his fighting skills
are truly formidable.

And you would send him away?

He might find himself
in serious danger.

He might die.

He will.

Before that comes to pass,

it would gladden my heart
to see him live.

When you bind your sword
to a cause,

is there some kind of protocol?

A ritual?

Do-do I go on my knees?
I do hope not.

Between the two of us, my knees
are not what they used to be.

You tell a
story, I listen.

Simple.

I had a friend called Data.

It's usually
a sad story.

He died.

He gave his life
to save mine,

and I have missed him
ever since.

Did you ever miss me?

Of course I did.

Continue.

Well, recently,
I've learned that Data--

this is complicated--

that Data had
two offspring.

And one of them--
her name was "Dahj"--

was murdered in front of me.

The other one, I believe,
is in serious danger.

And I have to find her
before the Tal Shiar do.

The Tal Shiar?Yes.

And this other sister--
is she an android?

You told me stories
about Data.

He had an orange
cat named Spot.

That's right.

I've still never
seen a cat.

Well, if you come with us,

you might just run across
one or two of them.

Why do you need me?

Because I failed
to protect her sister.

But you don't know where she is
or if she's even alive.

No.What about the man
who built her?

It's just a guess.Are you being pursued?

Likely.

Anticipated, actually.

All that is
why you need someone.

Why do you need me?

Because I'm an old man
and you're a young one,

and you're strong.

Zani told me that

you are one of the best fighters
that she has ever seen.

It seems to me
that my quest

has the appropriate criterion.

Will you come with me?

Will you bind your sword
to my quest?

Now that you have use for me?

Now that I have value to you?

You left me

on my own, old man.I never meant to...

I see no reason
not to do the same.

Elnor, it...!

Rios, it's Picard.

I'm ready for transport.

Copy that.

Next window opens
in seven minutes.

You may call me
gTenqem Adrev.

We met before.

Once.

Have we? Forgive me. I...

It was
in another lifetime,

when I was another man.

A Romulan senator,
if you can believe it.

I had the honor
of being present

the day you addressed
the Hall of State,

the very embodiment
of Starfleet,

making such eloquent
and generous promises

on behalf of
the magnanimous Federation.

The great Saint Picard.

Senator...

I found it
extremely moving.

How very touched we all were.

There were tears
in my eyes.

Thank you.

And then you went away.

And when you returned,
you brought the ships.

Those great big
Wallenberg-class transports.

We all packed
and boarded the Nightingale,

five generations of parents
and grandparents,

siblings and spouses
and children.

And the Nightingale
brought us here,

to Vashti.

We had so little time.

There were so many of you
to save.

And so little to be expected
from Starfleet.

I did everything I could.

And then you gave up.

Skantal!

Bidran!

No one asked
for your pity, Picard.

Just as no one asked
for your help.

You and Starfleet
had no understanding

of Romulan ingenuity, resolve,
self-sufficiency.

You took advantage of us
at the very moment

where we doubted
ourselves,

enticed us
with your empty promises,

and did everything in your power

to scatter,
confuse and divide us.

That is not so!

I promise you...

You promise?!

You promise?

Give him your sword.

No.

Come on.

No!

Please, my friend.

Choose to live.

I regret your choice.

Enough, Elnor.

The Federation
has failed you all.

I failed you all.

I... broke faith with you,

and the result was

terrible...

pain and loss for you all.

And I am sorry.

Picard, ready for transport.

A tan qalanq
is no match

for a disruptor,
sisterboy.RAFFI: JL?

Yes! Now!

That man did not
deserve to die.

Yet he chose it.
Fight a Qowat Milat,

and the outcome
is not in doubt.

Now, you listen
to me, carefully.

I will benefit
by your skill and your courage,

but if you bind yourself
to my cause,

I will tell you when to fight
and when to refrain.

Is that understood?

Yes.

Swear it.

I swear.

Dr. Jurati, Raffi,
this is Elnor.

A boy with a stick.

I have to ask you,
what made you decide

to bind yourself
to my cause?

It met the requirements
for worthiness.

And it seemed like
you needed me after all.

What is the requirement
for worthiness?

A qalankhkai would
only bind herself--

himself-- to a lost cause.

What?

Did you think
it was your robot friend?

I take it she's
anatomically correct.

It makes perfect sense.

You've been studying her kind
your whole adult life.

Waiting for her.

Planning for her.

Wondering what it would be like
when you finally saw her.

Now here she is.

Why is she obsessed with Ramdha?

What happened when the cube
assimilated the Shaenor?

Why did its crew and passengers
lose their minds?

Who were they?

What have you accomplished
on my behalf?

I've planted
the first seed of doubt.

Really?

One whole seed.

Impressive.I know

how to handle her.

If I press her too hard,
it might activate her.

And then we'll have another
situation like on Earth,

and then they'll both be dead.

That is the goal, you know.

To kill them.

Yes, all of them.

Which is something I can't do

until we find out
where she came from

and where the rest of them are.

And in the meantime...

you slide ever deeper
into your own obsession.

Have you entertained
for even a moment

that she might be the one
handling you?

She was sent to this cube
for a reason.

Your little robot girl
has a plan.

Don't forget that.

I know full well...

Who is she, Narek?

Who...

is she?

Seb-Cheneb.

The Destroyer.

I'll give you and your seed
one more week.

After that,
if I don't have the location,

we go back to good old...

pain and violence.

It's Kantar!

Near miss. Hold on.

Engaging auto-evasion protocol.

That old heap's targeting
system is primitive,

but the planetary security net
worries me.

Just get us the
hell out of here.

Shield strength at 89%.

Can you go faster

than that Bird-of-Prey?Maybe not outrun him,

but I can definitely outfly him.
We-we should be...

Weapons online.

Hold on.

Launching additional power
to thrusters.

Routing additional power
to inertial dampener.

Where did that come from?

Trying to get a read.

No ID,

no transponder.

Great timing, though.

Bastard.

That pilot's hailing us, JL.

Open a channel.

Open the channel.
Put him on.

He's asking permission
to beam over.

His ship's breaking up.

Nah, too risky.

His shields are failing.

Raffi, beam him in,

directly here.Do it.

Elnor.

Got him.

Seven of Nine?

You owe me a ship, Picard.

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