Senators, consider
the opportunities for the Empire.
At last, the destinies of the planets
Romulus and Remus will be united.
Shinzon of Remus is offering us
a chance to make ourselves stronger
than ever before.
It would be madness to reject it.
I 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.
That's enough!
The decision has been 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 all deliberate force and sent back
to that black rock they came from.
Do I make myself clear?
Yes, sir.
If you will excuse me, Praetor,
I have an appointment with the Tholian Ambassador.
Of course.
Senators, are there any others who wish to speak?
Then I call for a vote
on the motion to open trade negotiations
with Celes II.
As you know, the Reman mines have not been
filling their quotas for months now.
I hope you will all bear in mind
the Trade Committee's findings.
As much as we don't want...
Would someone alert Security?
Bring back Senator Tal'aura.
Duty.
A starship captain's life is filled with solemn duty.
I have commanded men in battle.
I have negotiated peace treaties between implacable enemies.
I 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, I know on an occasion such as this,
it is expected that I 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?!
Of course, you're happy,
but what about my needs?
This is all a damned inconvenience.
I mean, while you are happily settling in on the Titan,
I will be training my new First Officer.
You all 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 12, Paragraph Four...
Mr. Data?
Sir?
Shut up.
Yes, sir.
15 years I've been waiting to say that.
No, seriously.
Will, Deanna,
there's still time to reconsider.
Yes?
- No. - No.
No?
Oh, very well, then.
Will Riker, you have been my trusted right arm
for 15 years.
You have kept my course true and steady.
Deanna Troi, you've been my guide
and my conscience.
You have helped me recognize the better parts of myself.
You are my family.
And in best maritime tradition,
I wish you both clear horizons.
My good friends...
make it so.
The bride and groom!
To the bride and groom.
You ever think about getting married again?
No.
23 was my limit.
Worf?
Are you all right?
Romulan ale should be illegal.
It is.
That was a lovely toast.
It was from the heart.
And you needn't worry.
I'm going to brief your new Counselor
on everything she needs to know.
Oh, like hell you are.
You already know too much about me.
But I take it that there will be
no speeches during the ceremony on Betazed.
No, no speeches and no clothes.
Ladies and gentlemen,
and invited Tran gendered species...
in my study of Terran and Betazoid conjugal rites,
I have discovered it is traditional
to present the happy couple with a gift.
Given Commander Riker's affection
for archaic musical forms,
I have elected to present the following as my gift
in honor of their conjugation.
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
Oh, blue skies
Smiling at me
Irving Berlin...
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see...
It's tradition, Worf.
You, of all people, should appreciate that.
I will not do it!
Won't do what, Mr. Worf?
Captain, I do not think
it is appropriate for a Starfleet officer
to appear... naked.
Oh, come now.
A big, handsome, strapping fellow like you?
What can you be afraid of?
Captain, I am picking up
an unusual electromagnetic signature
from the Kolarun system.
What sort of signature?
Positronic.
It's very faint, but I've isolated it
to the third planet in the Kolarun system.
What do we know about it?
Uncharted.
We'll have to get closer for a more detailed scan.
Theories?
Since positronic signatures have only been known to emanate
from androids such as myself, it is logical to theorize
there is an android on Kolarus III.
Just what I was afraid of.
Captain? Diverting to the Kolarus system
takes us awfully close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.
It's still well on our side.
I think, uh...
I think it's worth taking a look.
Don't worry, Number One.
We'll still have you to Betazed with plenty of time to spare.
Thank you, sir.
Where we will all honor the Betazoid tradition.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'll be in the gym.
Mr. Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarun system.
Warp five.
What do you think, Data?
A long-lost relative?
I'm reading six distinct positronic signatures spread out
over a few kilometers on the planet's surface.
What do we know about the population
on Kolarus III?
Isolated pockets of humanoids.
It appears to be a prewarp civilization
at an early stage of industrial development.
Captain, I wouldn't recommend using the transporter.
That ion storm doesn't look very neighborly.
It could head in our direction without much warning.
Understood.
Data, Mr. Worf.
You're with me.
Captain, I don't have to remind you...
I appreciate your concern, Number One.
But, uh, I've been itching to try the Argo.
I'll bet.
Captain's prerogative.
There's no foreseeable danger.
And your wife would never forgive me
if anything were to happen to you.
You have the Bridge...
Mr. Troi.
I will always be puzzled by the human predilection
for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities.
Over that rise, sir.
Half a kilometer.
The radiant electromagnetic field
is interfering with my tricorder
but we are within a few meters of the signal.
Fan out. Let's search around.
It appears to be a robotic arm.
Very astute.
Mr. Worf, bring it to the vehicle.
This doesn't feel right.
The final signature
is approximately 100 meters to the north, sir.
It's you.
The resemblance is striking.
- Fascinating. - Fascinating.
To the vehicle.
I think it's time to try some unsafe velocities.
Why do you have a shiny head?
This is not the appropriate time for a conversation.
Why?
Because the Captain has to concentrate
on piloting the vehicle.
Why?
- Because... - Data!
Sorry, sir.
Have I said something wrong?
Data.
Valve transfer initiated.
You know, all things considered, Data
I think you have nicer eyes.
Our eyes are identical, Doctor.
So what have we got, Geordi?
Well, I'd say he has
the same internal mechanics as Data
but not as much positronic development.
The neural pathways aren't nearly as sophisticated.
I'd say he's a prototype.
Something Dr. Soong created prior to Data.
Do you have a name, sir?
I am... B-4.
B-4. Dr. Soong's penchant for whimsical names
seems to have no end.
Can you tell us how you came to be
on the planet where we found you?
I do not know.
Do you remember anything of your life
before you were on the planet?
No.
Why does the tall man have a furry face?
Number One, keep me informed
and, uh, Geordi, reassemble him.
Aye, sir.
B-4, do you know who I am?
You are me.
No.
My name is Data.
I am your brother.
Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
Captain, you have an alpha priority communication
from Starfleet Command.
Acknowledged.
Admiral Janeway, how good to see you again.
Jean-Luc, how'd you like a trip to Romulus?
With or without the rest of the fleet?
A diplomatic mission.
We've been invited, believe it or not.
Seems there's been
some kind of internal political shakeup.
The new Praetor, someone called Shinzon
has requested a Federation envoy.
New Praetor?
There's more.
He's Reman.
Believe me, we don't understand it either.
You're the closest ship,
so I want you to go and hear what he has to say.
Get the lay of the land.
If the Empire becomes unstable, it could mean trouble
for the entire Quadrant.
Understood.
We're sending you
all the intelligence we have, but it's not much.
I don't need to tell you to watch your back, Jean-Luc.
Hardly.
The Son'a, the Borg, the Romulans...
you seem to get all the easy assignments.
Just lucky, Admiral.
Let's hope that luck holds.
Janeway out.
Helmsman, lay in a new course.
Take us to Romulus, warp eight.
Aye, aye, sir.
Course plotted and laid in.
Romulus?
I'm afraid the Opal Sea will have to wait, Number One.
Engage.
As you can see, one side of Remus always faces the sun.
Due to the extreme temperatures
on that half of their world, the Remans live on the dark side
of the planet.
Almost nothing is known of the Reman homeworld
although Intelligence scans have proven the existence
of dilithium mining and heavy weapons construction.
The Remans themselves are considered an undesirable caste
in the hierarchy of the Empire.
But they also have
a reputation for being formidable warriors.
In the Dominion War,
Reman troops were used as assault forces
in the most violent encounters.
Cannon fodder.
Yeah, but how did a Reman get to be Praetor?
I don't get it.
We have to assume he had Romulan collaborators.
Coup d'état?
Praetor's power has always been the Romulan fleet.
They must have been behind Shinzon
for him to have overthrown the Senate.
What have we learned about Shinzon?
Starfleet Intelligence was only able
to provide a partial account of his military record.
We can infer
he is relatively young and a capable commander.
He fought 12 major engagements in the war, all successful.
Beyond that, we know nothing.
Well, it seems as though we are truly sailing into the unknown.
Keep at it.
Anything you can give me will be appreciated.
Dismissed.
I still can't believe the Captain went along
with the memory download.
Captain Picard agrees that the B-4 was probably designed
with the same self-actualization parameters as myself.
If my memory engrams are successfully integrated
into his positronic matrix, he should have all my abilities.
Yeah, but he would also have all of your memories as well.
You feel comfortable with that?
I feel nothing, Geordi.
It is my belief that with my memory engrams,
he will be able to function as a more complete individual.
An individual more like you, you mean.
Yes.
Maybe he's not supposed to be like you, Data.
Maybe he's supposed to be exactly the way he is.
That might be so,
but I believe he should have the opportunity
to explore his potential.
Hmm.
Okay, we're done.
B-4, do you know where you are?
I am in a room with lights.
Can you remember our father?
Our father?
Yes, Dr. Soong.
No.
Do you know the name of the Captain of this vessel?
Captain...
No.
Data, he's assimilating a lot of programming.
Remember, he's a prototype,
a lot less sophisticated than you are.
We just don't know if his matrix will be able to adapt.
We really need to give him some time.
Geordi, what purpose does this serve?
What?
This.
That's a redundant memory port.
Maybe the provisional memory storage
is in case his neural pathways overload.
Do you mind if I keep him here for a while
run a few diagnostics?
No, I do not mind.
Data.
No.
You must remain with Commander La Forge.
He is going to try to help you.
Captain's Log, Stardate 56844.9.
The Enterprise has arrived at Romulus
and is waiting at the designated coordinates.
All our hails have gone unanswered.
We've been waiting for 17 hours.
Counselor?
They're out there, sir.
Captain, I recommend we raise shields.
Not yet, Mr. Worf.
Captain, with all due respect to diplomatic protocol,
the Federation Council isn't sitting out here:
We are.
Patience.
Diplomacy is a very exacting occupation.
We will wait.
Captain...
Raising shields.
- No! - Captain...
Tactical analysis, Mr. Worf.
52 disruptor banks, 27 photon torpedo bays
primary and secondary shields.
She's a predator.
We are being hailed.
On screen.
Enterprise, we are the Reman Warbird Scimitar.
Praetor Shinzon, I'm pleased...
I am not Shinzon.
I am his Viceroy.
We are sending transport coordinates.
Not very chatty.
Away team to Transporter Room 4.
I hope you'll forgive the darkness.
We are not comfortable in the light.
Praetor Shinzon?
Captain Picard.
Jean-Luc Picard.
I'd always imagined you a little taller.
Isn't that odd?
You may scan me without subterfuge, Commander Data.
You are not as we imagined you.
No?
You are human.
Why have you asked us to come here?
Praetor?
I've never met a human woman before.
I'm only half human.
Deanna Troi...
of Betazed.
Empathic and telepathic abilities, Ship's Counselor...
all this I knew, but I never knew you were so...
beautiful.
You seem quite familiar with our personnel.
Oh, I am, Commander Riker.
May I touch your hair?
We came to Romulus
on a matter we were assured was of great importance.
If you have anything to say to us as representatives
of the Federation, I suggest you do it now.
Yes. I'm sorry, Captain.
There is so much we need to talk about.
I would be interested to know what we are talking about.
Unity, Captain.
Tearing down the walls
between us, to recognize that we are one.
I'm talking of the thing that makes us the same...
peace.
We want peace.
Right now, you're thinking,
"This all sounds too good to be true."
But you're also thinking
that the chance for peace is too promising to ignore.
Am I right?
Yes.
Then perhaps it's time to add some illumination
to our discussion.
Computer, raise the lighting four levels.
When I was very young,
I was stricken with an odd disease.
I developed a hypersensitivity to sound.
Even the slightest whisper caused me agony.
No one could do anything about it.
Finally, I was taken to a doctor
who had some experience of Terran illnesses
and he diagnosed me with Shalaft's syndrome.
Do you know of it, Captain?
Yes.
Then you know it's a very rare syndrome.
Genetic.
Apparently, all the male members of a family have it.
Eventually, I was treated,
and now I can hear as well as you can, Captain.
I can see as well as you can.
I can feel...
everything you feel.
In fact, I feel exactly what you feel...
don't I, Jean-Luc?
Come to dinner...
tomorrow on Romulus, just the two of us.
Or should I say...
just the one of us?
I think you'll be wanting this.
Till tomorrow then, Captain.
We have much to discuss.
Computer, return lighting to previous level.
There's no doubt, Captain...
right down to your aggressive strain of Shalaft's syndrome.
He's a clone.
They probably used a hair follicle or a skin cell.
Why?
I intend to find out, Number One.
Inform Starfleet of the situation.
I need to know where the hell he came from.
Counselor.
We supported you, Shinzon,
when you assassinated the Senate.
You told us the timing was perfect
for an attack on the Federation.
I don't understand why now, you delay.
You don't have to understand.
And bringing the Enterprise here...
What possible purpose could that serve?
I have a purpose.
Then perhaps you'll enlighten us.
Silence from you!
You really must learn patience, Commander.
Spend 18 hours every day under the lash
of a Romulan guard, and you'll soon understand patience.
Now go.
Commander Donatra.
Please, remain.
There's a word
I want you to consider: Allegiance.
It's something I demand from those who serve me.
Do I serve you?
Yes.
And I think, faithfully.
Commander Suran, on the other hand...
gives me pause.
Here's another word, Praetor:
Trust.
Do you trust me?
How far does that trust extend?
How...
deep does it go?
What must a Commander do
to prove herself faithful to you?
What must a woman do?
You... are not a woman.
You are a Romulan.
Serve me faithfully, and you will be rewarded.
Keep those lovely eyes on Commander Suran.
And at the first sign of treachery...
Dispose of him.
Then you will have proven yourself.
Now go.
And, Commander...
if you ever touch me again...
I'll kill you.
The Romulans had somehow gained possession of your DNA
and I had been created.
And when I was ready,
they were going to replace you with me...
put a Romulan agent at the heart of Starfleet.
It was a bold plan.
What happened?
As happens frequently here on Romulus...
a new government came to power.
They decided to abandon the plan.
They were afraid that I
might be discovered, that it would lead to war.
Not quite the face you remember.
Not quite.
A lifetime of violence will do that.
They broke my nose
my jaw...
but so much is the same.
The eyes...
Surely you recognize the eyes.
Yes.
Our eyes reflect our lives, don't they?
And yours are so confident.
So I'm not as tall as you expected.
Well, I had always hoped I might hit two meters.
As had I.
How did you end up on Remus?
They sent me there to die.
How could a mere human survive the dilithium mines?
Not that it mattered, as I was no longer
part of their plans against the Federation.
In those terrible depths lived only the damned.
Together with the Reman slaves, I was condemned
to an existence of unceasing labor and starvation
under the brutal heel of the Romulan guards.
Only the very strongest had any hope of survival.
I was only a child when they took me.
Then I didn't see the sun or the stars again
for nearly ten years.
The only thing the Romulan guards
hated more than the Remans
was me.
But one man took pity on me.
The man that became my Viceroy.
He protected me from the cruelty of the guards
and taught me how to survive.
And in that dark place where there was nothing of myself
I found my Reman brothers.
They showed me the only true kindness I have ever known.
You're doing this to liberate the Remans?
That is the single thought behind everything I have done...
from building the Scimitar at a secret base
to assembling my army
finally coming to Romulus in force.
I knew they would never give us our freedom.
I would have to take it.
And how many Romulans died for your freedom?
Too many.
But the point is, that finally
the Empire is realizing that there is a better way.
And that way is peace.
You don't trust me.
I have no reason to.
You have every reason.
If you had lived my life
and experienced the suffering of my people
you would be standing where I am.
And if you had lived my life, you would understand
my responsibility to the Federation.
I cannot allow my personal feelings
to unduly influence my decisions.
All I have are my personal feelings.
I want to know what it means to be human.
The Remans have given me
a future, but you can tell me about my past.
I can tell you about my past.
Were we Picards always warriors?
I think of myself as an explorer.
Well, were we always explorers?
I was the first Picard to leave our solar system.
It caused quite a stir in the family.
But...
I'd spent my youth...
Looking up at the stars dreaming about what was up there.
About...
New worlds.
I'm trying to believe you, Shinzon.
If there is one ideal
that the Federation holds most dear
it is that all men... all races can be united.
What better example than a Starfleet captain
standing in the Romulan Senate.
Nothing would make me more proud
than to take your hand in friendship...
in time... when that trust has been earned.
Captain, we have had an unauthorized access
into the main computer.
Source?
It's going to take some time to figure that out, Captain.
The data stream was rerouted
through substations all over the ship.
What programs were accessed?
Well...
that's what I can't figure out.
It's mostly just basic stellar cartography.
Star charts, communications protocols, some uplinks
from colony tracking stations.
It's not even restricted material.
Nevertheless, we must learn the source.
Keep me informed.
Captain, there's something else.
I was reviewing the sensor logs.
Look at this.
When the Scimitar de-cloaked
there was a momentary spike in the tertiary EM band.
There.
You're not going to believe this.
It's thalaron.
I thought thalaron radiation was theoretical.
Which is why our initial scans didn't pick it up,
but he's got it, Captain.
Thalaron research was banned in the Federation
because of its biogenic properties.
It has the ability to consume organic material
at the subatomic level.
I can't overestimate the danger of thalaron radiation, Jean-Luc.
A microscopic amount
could kill every living thing on this ship
in a matter of seconds.
I understand. Keep on it.
I want to know what he has and how we can neutralize
any threat.
I need options.
This was a mistake.
We're wasting time.
My time.
And I shall spend it how I choose.
Do not forget our mission, Shinzon.
We must act now.
We'll return to the Scimitar.
I was merely curious about him.
Come.
Beverly, come in.
Remember him?
He was a bit cocky as I recall.
He was a damned fool.
Selfish, ambitious
very much in need of seasoning.
He turned out all right.
I really wanted to believe Shinzon.
But this thalaron radiation just can't be explained away.
Whatever he's after,
it isn't peace.
Is he very much the way you were?
Oh, yes.
Data to Captain Picard.
Go ahead, Data.
Captain, Geordi and I have identified the source
of the unauthorized computer access
and I believe we have found
a way to gain a tactical advantage.
On my way.
Will...
as Ship's Counselor, I recommend you get some sleep.
Some honeymoon.
Come to bed.
Imzadi.
No.
He can never know you as I can.
He can never touch you as I can.
This isn't real.
Feel my lips.
I'm with you, Imzadi.
I'll always be with you now.
No!
- This isn't real. - Deanna...
what's the matter?
- No. - Deanna.
Deanna.
Deanna!
No!
The bond has been broken.
Find her again.
Praetor, we've received the transponder signal.
It's accelerating.
You have no more time for games.
Have the doctors prepare.
Transport.
Begin the download.
Tea.
Hot.
Aside from slightly elevated levels of adrenaline
and serotonin, you're perfectly normal.
Deanna...
can you describe it?
It was a...
It was a violation.
Shinzon's Viceroy seems to have
the ability to reach into my thoughts.
I've become a liability.
I request to be relieved of my duties.
Permission denied.
If you can endure more of these assaults,
I need you at my side, now more than ever.
The Enterprise is far from Federation space and...
Worf! Shields up!
Hello, Jean-Luc.
Why am I here?
Why have you done this?
I was lonely.
What are you going to do?
I need a sample of your blood.
What is it your Borg friends say?
"Resistance is futile."
Oh, yes... the android.
The bait you couldn't refuse.
All of this so you could capture me.
Don't be so vain.
After we found it,
we had to make a few modifications.
An extra memory port, a hidden transponder.
I've now gained access to Starfleet's
communications protocol.
I now know the exact location of your entire fleet.
You may go.
Where?
Out of my sight.
What is all this about?
It's about destiny, Picard.
It's about a Reman outcast.
You're not Reman.
And I'm not quite human.
So what am I?
My life is meaningless as long as you're still alive.
What am I while you exist?
A shadow?
An echo?
If your issues are with me, then deal with me.