Star Trek 10: Nemesis

Senators, consider the opportunities for the Empire.

At last the destinies of the planets Romulus and Remus will be united.

Shinzon of Remus offers us a chance to make ourselves

stronger than ever.

lt would be madness to reject it.

l beg you not to let prejudice or politics interfere with this alliance.

By joining Shinzon's forces with ours, not even the Federation

- will be able to stand in our way... - Enough!

The decision is made. The military does not dictate policy on Romulus.

The Senate has considered Shinzon's proposal and rejected it.

He and his followers will be met with force and sent back to their black rock!

- Do l make myself clear? - Yes, sir.

Praetor, l have an appointment with the Tholian ambassador.

Of course.

Senators, are there any others who wish to speak?

Then l call for a vote on the motion to open trade negotiations with Celes ll.

The Reman mines have not been filling their quotas.

Consider the trade committee's findings.

As much as we don't want...

Someone alert security! Bring back Senator Tal'Aura!

Duty. A starship captain's life is filled with solemn duty.

l have commanded in battle, negotiated peace between implacable enemies.

l have represented the Federation in first contact with 27 alien species.

But none of this compares with my solemn duty today...

...as best man.

Now, on an occasion such as this, it is expected that l be gracious

and fulsome in my praise on the wonders of this blessed union.

But have the two of you considered what you are doing to me?

You're happy, but what about my needs? This is all a damned inconvenience.

While you're settling in on the Titan,

l will be training my new first officer.

You know him.

He's a tyrannical martinet who will never, ever allow me to go on away missions!

That is the regulation, sir. Starfleet Code, section 1 2...

- Data. - Sir?

- Shut up. - Yes, sir.

1 5 years l've been waiting to say that.

No, seriously, Will, Deanna, there's still time to reconsider. Yes?

- No. - No? Very well, then.

Will Riker, you have been my trusted right arm for 1 5 years.

You have kept my course true and steady.

Deanna Troi, you have been my guide and my conscience.

You have helped me recognise the better parts of myself.

You are my family.

ln maritime tradition...

...l wish you both clear horizons.

My good friends, make it so.

The bride and groom!

You ever think about marrying again?

No, 23 was my limit.

Worf?

- Are you all right? - Romulan ale should be illegal.

lt is.

- A lovely toast. - lt was from the heart.

Don't worry. l'll brief your new counsellor on everything she has to know.

Like hell you are! You already know too much about me.

l take it there'll be no speeches during the ceremony on Betazed?

No, no speeches and no clothes.

Ladies and gentlemen and invited transgendered species,

in Terran and Betazoid conjugal rites, l've discovered it is traditional

to present the happy couple with a gift.

Given Commander Riker's affection for archaic musical forms,

l have elected to present the following as my gift, in honour of their conjugation.

Never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my, how they fly!

- Blue skies, smiling at me - lrving Berlin!

Nothing but blue skies do l see...

lt's tradition, Worf.

- You should appreciate that. - l will not do it!

- Won't do what, Mr Worf? - Captain, l think it inappropriate

for a Starfleet officer to appear...naked.

Come, a strapping fellow like you? What can you be afraid of?

l'm picking up an odd electromagnetic signature from the Kolarin system.

- What sort of signature? - Positronic.

lt's very faint but l've isolated it to the third planet in the Kolarin system.

- What do we know? - Uncharted.

- We'll have to get closer for more detail. - Theories?

Positronic signatures are only known to emanate from androids.

lt is logical to theorise there is an android on Kolarus lll.

Just what l feared. Captain?

Diverting there takes us close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

lt's still well on our side. l think...

...it's worth a look. Don't worry, Number One.

- We'll have you to Betazed in time. - Thank you, sir.

Where we will all honour the Betazoid tradition.

Now, if you'll excuse me, l'll be in the gym.

Mr Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarin system, warp five.

What do you think, Data? A long-lost relative?

l read six distinct positronic signatures, spread out over a few kilometres.

- What about the population? - lsolated pockets of humanoids.

lt appears to be a pre-warp civilisation in early industrial development.

l wouldn't recommend the transporter. That ion storm doesn't look neighbourly.

- lt could head our way without warning. - Understood.

- Data, Mr Worf, you're with me. - l needn't remind you...

l appreciate your concern, Number One, but l've been itching to try the Argo.

l'll bet.

Captain's prerogative. There's no foreseeable danger.

And your wife wouldn't forgive me if anything happened to you.

You have the bridge...Mr Troi.

l am puzzled by the human predilection for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities.

Over that rise, sir, half a kilometre.

The electromagnetic field is disrupting my tricorder.

- We're within metres of the signal. - Fan out. Let's search around.

- lt appears to be a robotic arm. - Very astute.

Bring it to the vehicle.

This doesn't feel right.

The final signature is 1 00 metres north.

- lt's you. - The resemblance is striking.

Fascinating.

To the vehicle!

l think it's time to try some unsafe velocities.

Why do you have a shiny head?

- Conversation isn't appropriate. - Why?

- The captain has to concentrate. - Why?

- Because... - Data!

Sorry, sir.

Have l said something wrong?

You know, all things considered, Data, l think you have nicer eyes.

Our eyes are identical, Doctor.

- So what have we got, Geordi? - Well...

...his mechanics are like Data's, with less positronic development.

The neural pathways aren't as sophisticated. l'd say he's a prototype.

Something Dr Soong created prior to Data.

- Do you have a name, sir? - l am...B-4.

B-4? Dr Soong's penchant for whimsical names has no end.

How did you come to be where we found you?

- l do not know. - Do you remember anything of your life?

No. Why does the tall man have a furry face?

Number One, keep me informed, and Geordi, reassemble him.

- B-4, do you know who l am? - You are me.

No. My name is Data.

l am your brother.

Tea, Earl Grey, hot.

An Alpha Priority communication from Starfleet Command for you, Captain.

Acknowledged.

Admiral Janeway, good to see you.

Jean-Luc. How would you like a trip to Romulus?

- With or without the fleet? - A diplomatic mission.

We're invited, believe it or not. There's been an internal political shake up.

The new Praetor, Shinzon, has requested a Federation envoy.

- New Praetor? - Here's more. He's Reman.

Believe me, we don't understand it either. You're the closest ship.

Go and hear what he has to say. Get the lay of the land.

An unstable Empire could mean trouble for the quadrant.

- Understood. - We're sending you all our intelligence.

But it's not much. l don't need to tell you to watch your back.

- Hardly. - The Son'a, the Borg,

the Romulans... you get all the easy assignments.

- Just lucky, Admiral. - Let's hope it holds. Janeway out.

Helmsman, lay in a new course. Take us to Romulus. Warp eight.

Course laid in.

- Romulus? - The Opal Sea will have to wait. Engage.

As you can see, one side of Remus always faces the sun.

Due to the extreme temperatures on that half, the Remans live on the dark side.

Little is known of the Reman homeworld,

although scans have revealed dilithium mining and heavy weapons construction.

The Remans themselves are considered an undesirable caste in the Empire.

They're said to be formidable warriors.

ln the Dominion War, Reman troops were used as assault forces.

- Cannon fodder. - How did a Reman get to be Praetor?

- l don't get it. - Romulan collaborators?

- Coup d'état? - The Praetor's power is their fleet.

They must have been behind Shinzon.

What have we learned about Shinzon?

Only a part of his military record. He is young and a capable commander.

He won 1 2 major engagements in the war.

- Beyond that, we know nothing. - Well, we're sailing into the unknown.

Keep at it. Give me anything you can. Dismissed.

l still can't believe the captain went along with a memory download.

He agrees that the B-4 probably has

the same self-actualisation parameters as myself.

lf my memory engrams are successfully integrated into his positronic matrix,

- he should have all my abilities. - He'd have all your memories as well.

- You feel comfortable with that? - l feel nothing, Geordi.

With my memory engrams, he will be able to be a more complete individual.

- An individual more like you, you mean? - Yes.

Maybe he's not supposed to be like you. Maybe he's supposed to be as he is.

That might be so, but he should have the opportunity to explore his potential.

OK, we're done.

- B-4, do you know where you are? - l am in a room with lights.

Remember our father?

- Our father? - Yes, Dr Soong.

- No. - Do you know the name of the captain?

No.

Data, he's assimilating a lot of programming.

He's a lot less sophisticated than you.

We don't know if his matrix will be able to adapt. We need to give him time.

Geordi, what purpose does this serve?

- What? - This.

A redundant memory port. Maybe the provisional storage

is in case his neural pathways overload.

Mind if l keep him here? Run a few diagnostics?

l do not mind.

- Data! - No.

Remain with Commander La Forge. He will try to help you.

Captain's log: Stardate 56844.9.

The Enterprise has arrived at Romulus and waits at the designated coordinates.

All our hails have gone unanswered. We've been waiting for 1 7 hours.