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Captain's log, stardate 41636.9.

As feared, our examination
of the seven-year-overdue

Federation freighter, Odin,

disabled by an asteroid collision,
revealed no life signs.

However, three escape pods
were missing,

suggesting the possibility
of survivors.

Ready to begin orbit
of Angel One, captain.

Make it so, Mr. La Forge.
What kind of place is this, Data?

Angel One is a Class-M planet, sir,

supporting carbon-based
flora and fauna,

sparsely populated
with intelligent life forms.

It is similar
in technological development

to mid-20-century Earth.

Kind of like being marooned
at home.

Assuming any of the survivors
made it this far.

Admittedly, it is the closest planet
to the Odin.

To travel the distance we did,
in two days at warp 1,

would have taken the Odin escape pod
five months.

Five months, six days, 11 hours,
two minutes--

Thank you, Data.

--And 57 seconds.

Captain, we're receiving
an audio signal from Angel One.

Starfleet are adamant
that we maintain

excellent diplomatic relations
with this planet.

Mr. Data, is there any other
pertinent information before we reply?

Angel One has evolved
into a constitutional oligarchy.

It is governed by a parliamentary body
consisting of six elected mistresses,

and headed by a female
they refer to as the Elected One.

It sounds like my own planet.

Klingons appreciate strong women.

How current is this information,
Mr. Data?

A Federation vessel last visited
this planet 62 years ago, captain.

Counselor, as this is
a female-dominated society,

you might wish to make
the initial contact.

- Thank you, sir.
- Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is Counselor Deanna Troi
from the USS Enterprise.

I am Beata, the Elected One.

How may we assist you, counselor?

The Federation has neglected
to visit your planet for far too long.

With your permission,
we would like to correct that oversight.

We feel in no way neglected,
counselor.

A diplomatic courtesy call
is neither expected nor required.

We also come in search of possible
survivors from one of our freighters.

A brief visit will be tolerated.

They've broken off transmission.

Ever feel like
you're not really wanted?

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.

Where are you fellas off to?

Our ski instructor has us scheduled
for the Denubian Alps, sir.

- Well, save us some deep powder.
- No problem, sir.

The holodecks have
all you'd ever need.

The away team is ready, sir.

Angel One's strategic importance
in this quadrant may become vital.

Starfleet's hope is
that one day this world

may become part of the Federation.

We'll do our best to make
a good impression, captain.

Energize.

Captain's log, supplemental.

Our away team has beamed down
to an unusual matriarchal society

where the female
is as aggressively dominant

as the male gender was on Earth
hundreds of years ago.

Here, the female is the hunter,
the soldier,

larger and stronger than the male.

An arrangement considered
most sensible and natural.

I am Beata,
the Elected One of Angel One.

Representatives
of the Starfleet Enterprise,

do you wish to petition?

We do.

We have reason to hope that survivors
from a damaged Federation freighter

may be marooned on your planet.
We are seeking to learn if this is so.

Even a world as remote as Angel One
has heard of Starfleet.

Searching the galaxy for survivors
seems a petty task

for one of their mighty vessels.

We don't consider
even one survivor petty.

Is this man implying that we put
a lesser value on life than you do?

Not at all.

Our discovery of the freighter
was unexpected.

We have a duty to investigate.

I see.

And if you find any survivors,
what then?

We will take them with us,

and see that they were reunited
with their families.

Are we to take these strangers
at their word?

Good question.

What reason could we possibly
have to deceive you?

Another good question.

Are there survivors
from the freighter Odin on your planet?

I'm not prepared to answer yet.

See to their comforts.

What's going on?

You will remain here
until summoned.

- Is this area secure? Can we talk?
- Yes.

Tricorder doesn't show
any listening devices

or anything else
of a threatening nature.

Good. Troi?

There was much fear in that room.

- Paranoia, I'd say. But of what?
- I cannot say.

But their fear was not focused.

I sensed they were all not concerned
for the same reason.

Undoubtedly, there are survivors
from the Odin on this planet.

I agree. Otherwise, why would
they be so circumspect?

As Mistress Beata is so fond of saying,
good question.

What do we do if they deny
the existence of survivors?

Let's not look for problems.

I want all departments to prepare
for a warp 6 trip into the Neutral Zone

as soon as the away team
completes its mission.

- Trouble, captain?
- Insurance.

Romulan battlecruisers have been
detected near one of our border posts.

They've requested our assistance
as soon as-- Ugh! Ah.

Report, Mr. Crusher.

We finished our ski lesson, sir.
And it kind of just happened.

On the Enterprise, Mr. Crusher,
nothing "just happens."

What is that smell?

Hmm, yes. Slightly reminiscent
of night-blooming throgni, captain.

From home.

- Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say?
- No.

I don't smell anything.
I'm a little congested from the snow.

Don't let this "just happen" again,
Mr. Crusher.

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

Interesting.

An alcohol-based synthetic
artificially reproducing a floral scent.

It's called perfume, Data.

The purpose of which is...?

Certain cultures consider perfume
an aphrodisiac.

I am unfamiliar with that term.

An aphrodisiac is something used to
stimulate or enhance sexual pleasure.

How could stimulation of the olfactory
nerves affect the enjoyment of sex?

The Elected One will see you now.

You claim you intend to remove
these survivors from our world.

Are you prepared to give
your solemn word on that?

We are.

You should know
that the vote was not unanimous.

Some of those among us
are suspicious.

Yet the majority feel
we have no choice but to trust you.

We don't understand the source
of your misgivings, mistress,

but we appreciate your faith in us.

Make certain that faith
is not misplaced.

There are four survivors
from the ship you call Odin.

All male.

Their leader is a man
who calls himself Ramsey.

If you'll deliver these men to us,

we'll have them off
your planet immediately.

If they were mine to deliver,
I would do it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, their hiding place
has long eluded us.

Hiding place?
Why are they in hiding?

Because they're fugitives
on Angel One.

And the quicker we get rid of them,
the better.

When these men came to us
seven years ago,

they accepted our hospitality
quickly enough.

But they gradually became restive.

Started making
unreasonable demands.

Went against the natural order.

Using the technology of the Enterprise,
we might be able to find these men.

I assumed as much.

But be warned, counselor,
these men are dangerous.

- Sickbay to Captain Picard.
- Picard here.

Wesley and one of his friends
have contracted

some form of respiratory ailment.

A respiratory ailment? Is it contained?

I hope so.

I've isolated the 12 students who were
on the Quazulu VIII field trip.

How contagious is it?

Still running tests.

The key is to figure out
how the virus is transmitted.

So far, I've been able to rule out
person-to-person contact.

Well, keep with it, doctor.

Starfleet has very important
business for us

as soon as the away team returns.

I don't fancy the idea
of my crew being infected.

Data, what's the best way
to go about finding Ramsey

and the other survivors?

If we can isolate something unique
to the Odin survivors,

perhaps an element
not otherwise found on Angel One,

we can utilize
the Enterprise scanners.

Mr. Data will need access
to your library.

Our library is far too sophisticated
for a man to comprehend.

I am an android, mistress,
though anatomically I am a male.

An amusing notion.

Maybe you could teach our males
a thing or two.

Trent, see to the android's needs.

Bridge to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, lieutenant.

The away team requests

that we scan the planet surface
for traces of platinum.

Have Mr. La Forge break fixed orbit

and initiate a search pattern.

Aye, captain.

- Geordi?
- Search pattern initiated now.

- This was delivered for you.
- Good. It's for my meeting with Beata.

- You're not going to wear that?
- Of course.

Part of this mission is diplomatic.

I have requested an audience
with the head of state,

and I will honor her
by wearing indigenous apparel.

Heh. I don't believe this.

You're going to put that thing on
and parade around like one of them?

Why, what is this attitude?

On Kabatris I had to wear furs
to meet with the leadership council,

and at Armus IX, I wore feathers.

This doesn't have anything to do
with the fact that Beata is a woman,

and an attractive one, does it?

This is quite unnecessary, doctor.
I'm fine.

You're infected with the virus,
captain.

In my opinion,
you are no longer physically able

- to effectively command this vessel.
- That is ridiculous, doctor.

I've an away team down there,
in less than friendly territory,

and in addition, I have an appointment
with several Romulan battlecruis--

You have an appointment
in your cabin, captain, with your bed.

- Is that an order, doctor?
- Yes.

- I think I may sneeze.
- A Klingon sneeze?

Only kind I know.

Lieutenant La Forge,

you have command
until further notice.

Please, make the proper ship's
log entries.

Aye, sir.

Scanners indicate a platinum trace.

- Should I notify the away team?
- Make it so.

Tasha.

What do you think?

Um...

Uh, well...

I gotta say, it's, uh, kind of sexy.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Actually, it feels quite comfortable.

How handsome you look.

Thank you.

The Enterprise reports a possible
location for Mr. Ramsey

and the other survivors.

- So soon? I'm impressed.
- I'm suspicious.

You don't believe me?

Not yet.

I hear the words
but not the sincerity.

You had your opportunity to object,
Ariel. You were in the minority.

After seven years,
the great ship Enterprise comes

to repatriate a small group
of insignificant people...

Mistress Ariel, I hear the words,
but not the sincerity.

You should listen more carefully.

Excuse me, mistress.

I have matters
to attend to elsewhere.

With your permission, we'd like
to begin our search immediately.

By all means.

I'm sure Counselor Troi and the others
can see to that without you.

If I recall, you had a gesture
of good will you wished to give to me.

Well, certainly that can wait
until we've recovered the survivors.

Are you suggesting that the women
in your party are incapable

of accomplishing that task
without the help of a man?

Not at all.

Lieutenant Yar and Counselor Troi
are completely qualified.

You're very generous
with your praise.

Inform them
that you will remain here with me.

Riker to Lieutenant Yar.

This is Yar.

In the interest of diplomatic relations,
I will remain with Mistress Beata

while you conduct our search.

Commander?

You have your instructions.

Relax. We have much to discuss.

- Set phasers to stun.
- I wish they weren't necessary.

A justified precaution, counselor.

Mistress Beata observed

that Mr. Ramsey
and his men are dangerous.

Lieutenant Yar to Enterprise.

Go ahead, Tasha.

Three to beam to the location
of that platinum trace, Geordi.

Coordinates set.

Energize.

Tasha.

Welcome.

I've been expecting you.

Picard to Bridge.

La Forge here.

Status report.

Eighty-two more
reported cases of the virus, sir.

Dr. Crusher's converted
the holodeck into an isolation ward.

And the away team?

Well, no recent contact, sir.

But I have informed them
of the medical situation up here.

And of the growing Romulan threat
to our Neutral Zone outpost.

Keep me advised.

You have the Bridge until
Commander Riker returns.

Engineering reports
a computer mal...

Ah...

I'm sorry.

I'm getting sick.

I'm sure half the ship
knows that by now.

Report to Sickbay, lieutenant.

Engineering to Bridge.

La Forge here.

The computer won't
accept the variant climate controls.

On my way.

With all respect, lieutenant,
there are people to do that job now.

La Forge to Engineering.
Lieutenant Wong knows that system.

I'm sure she'll be able to resolve
all problems.

Worf.

Thanks for the advice.

How did you find me?

Actually, it was quite simple.

Angel One has no platinum.
Enterprise scanners did the rest.

Platinum, was it?

My wings.

I kept them
for their sentimental value.

Where are the other survivors,
Mr. Ramsey?

Oh, they're nearby.

They're packing, as a matter of fact,
since we can no longer remain here.

Seven years on an alien planet

and I sense no anticipation,
no excitement at being rescued.

What is it that you think
that you're rescuing me from?

My shipmates and I
have all taken wives,

a few even have children.

You can't rescue a man from a place
that he calls his home.

Why were you so hesitant at first
to tell us about the Odin survivors?

Because Ramsey and his men
are anarchists.

I had to make sure
you weren't here to fuel their struggle.

I like the way your eyes pick up
the color of your tunic.

It's not our position

to interfere in the domestic affairs
of other societies.

- But you can interact?
- Of course.

Otherwise, how can we learn?

Is that why you're here
with me tonight?

- To learn?
- Yes.

- About our society?
- Yes.

Well, in our society,

it is the men
who are the fortunate ones,

enjoying all life has to offer,

while we women devote ourselves
to the obligation of making life work.

In our society,

we share the responsibilities
and the pleasures equally.

Which is why
I'm able to be here with you

while the women of the away team
go to find Ramsey.

You have to remind me
to thank them

when they come back
for giving us this time.

You resist.

Don't you find me attractive?

Yes, I find you very attractive.

You attract me
like no man ever has.

It's not my function to seduce
or be seduced

by the leader of another world.

- It's not the reason.
- No, it's not.

But will you still respect me
in the morning?

Mm, I hope so.

Thank you, Trent.

You may go.

Compliments
of the USS Enterprise.

It's called
an Albeni meditation crystal.

Very impressive.

And now I must repay you in kind.

Five months in a rescue
pod no bigger than this room

is an eternity I hope
none of you will ever have to face.

When we finally made it here,

we thought we'd died
and gone to heaven.

You've seen the women
on this planet.

They're tall, and strong,
and very lovely.

But after the newness wore off,

we started to see
how the men were treated.

There's no vote.

There's no opinions.

There's no respect.

None of which is your concern
any longer, Mr. Ramsey.

Call the others in, please.

It's time to leave.

Despite their problems, we happen
to like it here on Angel One.

We're not going anywhere.

- But Mistress Beata--
- Mistress Beata be damned.

Her wish is not my command
and neither is yours.

You can't force us to go.

Mr. Ramsey is correct, counselor.

The Odin was not a starship,

which means her crew is not bound
by the Prime Directive.

If he and the others
wish to stay here,

there is absolutely nothing
we can do about it.

Bridge to Sickbay.

How are you doing, doctor?

We have more sick
than we do beds.

So far I've been forced to confine
over 300 to their private quarters.

We're gonna be
seriously undermanned

if we're forced to engage
the Romulans in battle.

The Romulans are your problem,
lieutenant.

Trying to find an inoculant is mine.

This virus mutates every 20 minutes.

But we haven't had
any fatalities yet.

If this continues,
there'll be no one left to run the ship.

If this continues, Lieutenant La Forge,
nobody will be healthy enough to care.

Yar to Enterprise.

Enterprise here. Go ahead.

Prepare to beam three
to our previous location, Geordi.

After regrouping
with Commander Riker,

we'll return to the ship.

I suggest you make that
on the double, Tasha.

We have a real medical emergency
brewing up here.

One third of the crew is down,

and the latest information
from the Neutral Zone outpost

is that more Romulan vessels
are converging on that area.

I'll inform the commander. Yar out.

One thing before we go.

You said you were expecting us.

Why?

I can't answer that.

We wish you well, Mr. Ramsey.

Energize.

They're gone.

What a refreshing change
to be with a man

who knows what he wants.

And doesn't have to be told
by a woman?

Exactly.

I knew you were bright enough
to understand.

See, women by our very nature
want only what is best for their men.

Men are not objects to be possessed,
Mistress Beata.

Of course, they're not.

It was merely a figure of speech.

Enter.

What is so important
you find it necessary

to intrude upon my privacy?

They have returned, mistress,
but without Ramsey or the others.

Your advanced technology
has proven inadequate?

What happened, Tasha?

Mr. Ramsey and the other survivors
refuse to leave.

You gave me your solemn word.

I'm sorry.
There's nothing else we can do.

I'm sorry as well.

Since you refuse
to take them with you,

I am left with no choice
but to sentence them all to death.

Come.

It looks horrible, tastes worse.

But it's absolutely guaranteed
to make you feel better.

I knew you'd like it.

Are you wearing cologne?

Like something I smelled earlier.
Something Klingon.

Lieutenant Worf and I detected
the same scent

when we bumped into your son
at the holodeck.

It's that smell.

That's how the virus travels.

An airborne particle whose
sweet scent inspires deep inhalation.

And once inside the body
becomes that damn virus.

I have work to do.

You are excused, doctor.

What's the latest
on the Enterprise's medical situation?

Doctor Crusher feels the virus
will undoubtedly run unchecked

through the entire ship.

Attempts to develop an inoculant
have so far ended in failure.

Lieutenant La Forge still has Bridge
command pending your return, sir.

And what about the Romulans
entering the Neutral Zone?

The border outpost
reports a contingent

of seven Romulan battlecruisers
within sensor range.

The USS Berlin
has answered the distress call.

However, should hostilities erupt,

both the outpost and the starship
will be outgunned.

It is felt that the Enterprise's presence
in the area will be a vital show of force.

Some show of force.

The Enterprise could fly on autopilot,

but with that virus
knocking down our crew,

we're going to be in sorry shape
if things turn ugly.

I think it's time we leave this place.

It doesn't feel right to leave while Beata
is determined to execute those people.

She has to find them first.

Ramsey and his bunch
have been fugitives for years.

I suspect he's pretty good
at evading capture.

Something's wrong.

Before you go back to your ship,
there's something I want you to see.

Move it.

We were no harm to anyone.

Why did you tell them
where to find us?

You brought this upon yourself.
You and the traitor.

One does not need the technology
of the Enterprise

to follow Mistress Ariel
sneaking out to warn her husband.

Let her stand with him now.

For tomorrow they will die together.

You claim to be an advanced society,
and yet you resort to executions

in order to suppress those
who don't share your views?

- I don't expect you to understand.
- Why?

Because I'm only a man?

You'll accomplish nothing
with that attitude.

Mistress Beata,

if you had an alternative
to the execution

of Ramsey and his followers,
would you take it?

Is that not the way
of an advanced society?

Then let us meet with the men
from Odin one last time.

Let me try to convince them
to leave here with us.

Will you also include those
from this world

who unwisely choose
to follow Ramsey and his group?

Yes. All of them.

Mistress Beata is willing
to give you a second chance.

We are prepared
to take your entire group with us.

That's very kind of you.

But we're not going.

Haven't you been paying attention,
Ramsey?

You're scheduled
to be executed tomorrow.

We don't wanna die.

We don't wanna leave either.

There is no time
to debate the issues.

You're going with us
whether you choose to go or not.

Excuse me, commander,

but removing any of these people
against their will

would be a violation
of several Starfleet regulations,

not the least of which
would be the Prime Directive.

I realize that, Mr. Data.

I'd rather face a court-martial

than live with the guilt
of leaving these people to their death.

Commander Riker to the Enterprise.

This is the Enterprise. Crusher here.

Must be worse up there
than we thought.

Doctor, where's
Lieutenant La Forge?

He's right here.
But he's in bad shape.

Notify the Transporter Room.
I have 14 to beam up.

I can't allow it.

This virus is totally
out of control here.

Doctor,

these people are facing
their death down here.

They might be facing
the same thing up here.

Until I have a better idea
what I'm dealing with,

no one can beam up.

I'm sorry, Will, but you must wait.

Understood. Doctor?

Would this virus
have any effect on Mr. Data?

Not likely.

You're going back there alone.

I want you to get the Enterprise into
the Neutral Zone before it's too late.

This is Data,
standing by to beam up.

What of them?

I don't know, Deanna.

Mistress Beata invites you
to witness this morning's reaffirmation

of Angel One's moral imperative.

Is that the civilized word
for murder on this world?

You send
Mistress Beata our regrets.

The Elected One
will not look fondly upon--

Enterprise to Commander Riker.

They're still here.

Riker here.

I gave you direct orders to get
to the Neutral Zone immediately.

Explain the delay.

To be precise, commander,

you ordered me to reach
the Neutral Zone before it is too late.

After relieving Lieutenant La Forge,

I computed the length of time
the border outpost

and the USS Berlin can safely
withstand a Romulan attack,

deducted our time to destination
at maximum warp speed.

That leaves
Doctor Crusher 48 minutes

to develop
an inoculant to the virus.

Which means there's still time for us
to do something.

Forty-eight minutes.

Ah-- Forty-seven, sir.

Perhaps, Data, perhaps.

Thank you for following my orders
so precisely, Data.

On second thought, Trent,

we would be honored to witness
your moral imperative in action.

We have determined
that the heretical teachings

of Ramsey and his followers

are inconsistent
with harmonious life on Angel One.

Our patient efforts to silence
revolutionary voices have failed.

Therefore, we are left with none
but the most final alternative.

As you can see,
we are not without compassion.

Your deaths will be
swift and painless.

Mistress Beata,

before we see living examples
of your compassion, may I speak?

- Is this a plea for leniency?
- Nothing of the sort.

As the governing body
of Angel One,

you're entitled to execute your laws,
or your citizens, as you see fit.

Make your point so we can proceed
with this unpleasant business.

When you spoke of the prisoners,
you used the term "revolutionary."

Indeed, death has been known
to stop revolutions.

But I suspect it's not a revolution
that Angel One is hoping to stop.

It's evolution.

Mr. Ramsey and the Odin survivors

did not initiate the waves of dissent
that are rippling through your planet.

Their presence here merely reinforced
the change in attitudes

between men and women
that was already well under way.

They became symbols,

around whom others who shared
their views could gather.

You may eliminate the symbols,

but that does not mean death
to the issues

which those symbols represent.

No power in the universe
can hope to stop the force of evolution.

Be warned.

The execution of Mr. Ramsey
and his followers

may elevate them
to the status of martyrs.

Martyrs cannot be silenced.

Beata.

Stop.

We will adjourn
to consider your words.

Thank you.

I don't know if it was enough.

Sickbay to Bridge.

Go ahead, doctor.

Bingo, Data.

Bingo?

I fail to see the relevance, doctor.

Is that not a reference
to an ancient Earth game?

It's also a reference to success,
Data.

I've got the inoculant.

Excellent, doctor.
We still have 17 minutes left.

I will inform the away team
immediately.

Enterprise to Riker.

We are now ready to have you
beamed up, commander.

Data, Ramsey and the prisoners
are with us in the Great Hall.

I want you to lock in the transporter

and prepare to evacuate
the entire group.

But for now, stand by.

Understood, commander.

After careful consideration,

this legislature has voted
to stay the execution of the prisoners.

Their children will be returned
to them immediately.

Do not rejoice prematurely.

Ramsey and his followers
are to be exiled

to a distant and unpopulated region.

Life will be difficult there,

with little time left for revolutionary

or evolutionary upheaval.

As some have observed,
we may not be able to stop evolution

but perhaps we can reduce it
to a slow crawl.

For a man, you can be very clever,
Commander Riker.

Riker to Enterprise.

Belay my previous order, Mr. Data.

There will now be only three
to beam up. Energize.

Welcome home.

It's good to be back.

Are they recovering?

Slowly, but yes.

And the captain?

The captain is fine, thank you.

Mr. Data has been briefing me

on the away team's comportment,
Number One.

- We, uh, improvised, sir.
- Mm.

I look forward to your reports.

Don't we have a call to pay
on the Romulans?

Indeed we do.

Mr. Data, set the course
for the Neutral Zone.

Warp 6.

Coordinates set.
Warp 6, on your mark, sir.

Engage.

Sir?

Engage.