(at Red Alert)
WORF: Forward tubes armed and ready, Captain.
WORF: A direct hit, sir.
DATA: The asteroid has shattered. However, the core is still intact and
still on a collision course with Tessen Three.
RIKER: Is it big enough to cause a threat?
DATA: Yes, sir. It is of sufficient size and density to cause
PICARD: Time to impact.
DATA: It will reach the upper atmosphere in forty four seconds and
impact on the planet eleven seconds later.
RIKER: Ready torpedoes.
WORF: Aye, sir.
DATA: Sir, the core is composed of nitrium and chrondite. It is
unlikely another photon torpedo will be of any effect.
PICARD: Mister Worf, prepare a tractor beam.
WORF: Aye, sir.
DATA: Thirty seconds to impact.
WORF: Captain, I am unable to get a positive lock with the tractor
beam. There is magnetic field interference emanating from the core
PICARD: Activate a deflector dish. If we project a particle beam, we
may be able to produce a disruptive nuclear effect within the core.
WORF: Aye, sir.
DATA: Impact in seventeen seconds.
WORF: Particle beam activated. The target has been destroyed, Captain.
DATA: The remaining debris is of no threat to the planet, sir.
PICARD: Well done, everyone . Ensign, put us back on course for the
Moselina system. Warp four as soon as we're clear of the debris field.
ENSIGN: Aye, sir.
(and shiny bits of debris settle on the ship's hull as it sails through
(Troi is mediating a family dispute)
WORF: My instructions were clear.
ALEXANDER: They were not!
WORF: Before he was allowed to play, he was to place his soiled
clothing in the garment reprocessor.
ALEXANDER: I was not!
TROI: I sense a touch of hostility here, gentlemen.
WORF: You were specifically told that.
ALEXANDER: You told me that yesterday, not today!
TROI: If I may suggest
WORF: You know very well the same rules apply today that
TROI: Please! Why not simply draw up a contract which clearly defines
the duties of each family member.
ALEXANDER: You mean he tells me what he wants and I have to do it.
TROI: No, I means you both agree to your responsibilities. And when
you've done the things that you've agreed to do, then you've earned the
privilege to doing the things that you want to do. When he's cleaned
his room, for instance, then perhaps he's earned a visit to the
holodeck to fight his alien monsters.
WORF: You suggest bribery.
TROI: I suggest working out an equitable system with the rules clearly
spelled out. For the child and the parent. You must make a list of your
responsibilities, too. What would you like your father to promise,
ALEXANDER: No yelling.
WORF: I do (softer) I do not yell.
TROI: Well then you should have no trouble with that part. Why not go
back to your quarters and talk this thing over?
Decide on which points each of you wants in the contract.
WORF: Very well.
TROI: One day you'll learn to be glad your father cared enough about
you to insist on rules. It may be hard to imagine right now, but
eventually, most children come to appreciate their parents.
(Worf and Alexander leave)
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Counsellor Troi. Your mother's just come aboard.
TROI: On the other hand
LWAXANA [OC]: Deanna, my dear! It's Mother!
LWAXANA: Oh, I've got such deliciously exciting
news, you're going to be absolutely thrilled! I'm getting married!
LWAXANA: You know, with just a bit of redecorating
here and there, this Ten Forward room should make a very nice wedding
TROI: I beg your pardon?
LWAXANA: Where else, my little one, but here amongst all my good
friends and in the presence of my adored daughter.
TROI: Mother, where did you, when did you meet this man? Who is he? I
mean, marriage? When did all this happen?
LWAXANA: My poor, plodding, little Deanna, with her questions,
questions, questions. Wherever did you inherit such pedestrian genes?
What matters, my little one, is that your mother's happy.
TROI: Mother, if you're happy, then I'm happy for you. I only asked who
he is, and where you met him. Those are not unusual questions.
LWAXANA: He's such a wonderful man, and he has such good breeding, I
tell you, he's absolute perfection.
TROI: Who is he?
LWAXANA: He's Campio, Third Minister to the Conference Of Judges on the
planet Kostolain. Royalty, my little one, naturally.
TROI: Naturally. I didn't know you'd ever been to Kostolain. Or was he
on some diplomatic mission to Betazed?
LWAXANA: Well, neither, actually. You see, we haven't exactly met yet,
really. Oh, but the profiles we've exchanged. Why, they're in such
accord that you could weep, my little one. You would weep at the
harmony between us.
TROI: Mother, don't you think it would be a good idea if you actually
met the man you're going to marry before committing to spend the rest
your life with him?
LWAXANA: Deanna, I love you, but you do make everything sound like an
(Worf and Alexander enter, still discussing the contract)
ALEXANDER: I don't want to agree.
WORF: But you have to agree. That is what an agreement is. Counsellor
Troi, excuse the intrusion, but we're having some difficulty
drawing up our contract. Mrs. Troi.
ALEXANDER: He's not fair!
WORF: The boy is unreasonable.
LWAXANA: Well, of course he's unreasonable. He's a child. And such a
child. You know, making little boys reasonable only gives them pimples.
TROI: Alexander, this is my mother.
LWAXANA: Alexander! What a wonderful name. You know, I once knew a
tall, handsome warrior named Alexander. Oh, he utterly adored me. We
went everywhere, simply everywhere. Have you been anywhere yet?
Contract? What contract?
TROI: Between father and son. A fair and balanced way to achieve a
mutual sense of order.
LWAXANA: Well, how ghastly for you. And you're doing this to your own
child, Mister Woof?
WORF: It is Worf, Madam.
LWAXANA: Contracts are usually between people who don't really trust
one another. A child who is trusted becomes worthy of that trust.
TROI: Mother, will you kindly stay out of this?
LWAXANA: And if he does not perform his contractual duties, I assume he
will be chastised?
WORF: He will be sanctioned, yes.
LWAXANA: And if you fail to perform your duties, what is the child
supposed to do about it?
TROI: Mother, will you please
WORF: I? Not perform my duty?!
LWAXANA: Alexander. Now life's true gift is the capacity to enjoy
enjoyment. Now, have I arrived too late, or can you still smile?
PICARD: Married? She's getting married?
RIKER: Yes. If we stay on our present course, we should rendezvous with
her intended groom in thirty one hours.
PICARD: I will not continue have that woman continuing to use this ship
for her convenience, simply because her daughter happens to be one of
RIKER: Apparently, Deanna being on board is only part of the reason.
PICARD: The other reason being?
RIKER: She thinks the honour of giving away the bride should fall on
PICARD: Permission for an on-board wedding is granted, Number One.
Nothing would please me more than to give away Mrs. Troi.
(as they walk on, something moves along a bulkhead joist)
(Alexander is playing with a table monitor when
LWAXANA: Ah! My little warrior. And how are you this morning? Oh, I
see. Being punished for something, are we?
ALEXANDER: It's just my regular time to meet with Counsellor Troi.
She's not here yet.
LWAXANA: Then you're early. That's very responsible of you.
ALEXANDER: No, I just wanted to be out of my room before
LWAXANA: Before what? Now, if we're to be real friends, we've got to
share only the truth.
LWAXANA: Well, for one thing, it's easier. When you tell the truth, you
never have to remember later what you lied about. But mostly, a true
friend is a person you can always tell the truth to without worrying
ALEXANDER: I wanted to leave before my father got back.
ALEXANDER: I hate him. I wish my mother was here. But she died.
LWAXANA: That's not very fair, is it.
ALEXANDER: All he cares about are rules. I'm supposed to do everything
right all the time. I don't know how.
LWAXANA: To tell you the truth, little warrior, neither do I. But, I do
know one marvellous thing we can do with rules.
ALEXANDER: I'm supposed to wait for Counsellor Troi.
LWAXANA: I'll bet you've never been to a colony of
ALEXANDER: What do they do there?
LWAXANA: Whatever they want. Artists, philosophers, free thinkers and
people who don't quite fit other people's rules. Personally, I come for
the mud baths. You, oh, you're going to adore the mud baths. Computer?
I'm assuming you have the Parallax Colony of Shiralea VI?
COMPUTER: That programme is available.
LWAXANA: Oh, good. Then run it for us, dear.
[Holodeck - Shiralea]
(they're greeted by a multicoloured head in a
bubble, who pulls faces and changes his colours)
ALEXANDER: What's that?
LWAXANA: A Wind Dancer. He stands guard. You see, only those whose
hearts are joyous may enter. Come on.
(a fire eater blows a perfect triangle of flame, then a five pointed
LWAXANA: Fire sculptor. We'll chat with her later if you're not wearing
JUGGLER: Hello. A few of us were just gathering together for our
laughing hour. Would you care to come laugh with us?
LWAXANA: Actually, we were about to experience a mud bath.
JUGGLER: Were you? What an idea! My friends and I will join you. One
can always laugh in the bath.
ALEXANDER: Do you ever drop one?
JUGGLER: Oh, no. No, no. These are my worlds. I protect them. I am a
master of worlds, and they fly only as I wish. (to an identical couple)
We're having guests for laughing hour. Would you care to join us!
YOUNG MAN: We'd love to! (see end of transcript as well)
YOUNG WOMAN: No, thank you.
YOUNG MAN: Yes.
YOUNG WOMAN: No.
YOUNG MAN: Why do you always say no when I say yes?
YOUNG WOMAN: I don't.
YOUNG MAN: You just did.
YOUNG WOMAN: There you go again. You are the most negative person!
ALEXANDER: Why are they arguing?
JUGGLER: They're friends. They love contradiction. They thrive on
challenge. They flourish in conflict.
ALEXANDER: Then why are they friends?
LWAXANA: Who else are you going to fight with if not your friends?
POET: Hold! What is the lesson for today?
LWAXANA: Damned if we know. We're just here for some fun and a mud
POET: Every moment requires a purpose.
LWAXANA: No, it doesn't.
POET: Every purpose requires a plan.
JUGGLER: He does this every day. Usually while everybody's food gets
cold. It's rather boring.
POET: The higher the fewer!
LWAXANA: Well that's a conversation stopper if I ever heard one.
WOMAN: I am not!
MAN: Yes, you are.
WOMAN: I am not.
ALEXANDER: Excuse me! If you're going to argue, you should remember,
the higher the fewer.
LWAXANA: So, my little warrior wants to see more in life than just
fighting. The mind opens, and in creeps wisdom.
(Worf is digging discarded clothing and toys out
from underneath furniture, and muttering)
WORF: Alexander. Be patient, she says. (doorbell) Come. I can't believe
(he notices that Troi has entered)
WORF: Isn't Alexander supposed to be with you?
TROI: He didn't show up for his appointment. I assumed he must still be
WORF: Computer, what is the location of Alexander Rozhenko?
COMPUTER: Alexander Rozhenko is in holodeck two.
TROI: Is he there alone?
COMPUTER: He is with Lwaxana Troi.
[Holodeck - Shiralea]
(the juggler, the poet and the quarrelling couple
have joined Lwaxana and Alexander in the mud bath)
POET: To all the creatures within us!
ALEXANDER: All the creatures within us?
LWAXANA: Of course. Every one of us has a thousand different kinds of
tiny people inside of us. And some of them want to get out and be wild,
some want to be sad, or happy, or inventive or even just go dancing.
That's why we all have so many different urges at different times. And
all those different little people inside us, we must never be afraid to
take them with us wherever we go. I mean, who knows when we may need
one of them to pop up and rescue us from ourselves. Variety, my little
Alex. The great secret is not the variety of life, it's the variety of
JUGGLER: Are we ready for the entertainment?
ALL: Yes. Bring on the entertainment.
(Worf and Troi enter the holodeck. The wind dancer tries to stop them,
so Worf bursts the bubble. The entertainment is an apparently naked
LWAXANA: Little one! Mister Woof. Come, join us.
TROI: Mother, I'm trying to help the boy learn the
value of responsibility. You're not helping by giving him a lot of
LWAXANA: I exposed you to all sorts of mixed messages when you were
that age. You still turned out deadly dull. What are you so worried
TROI: Among other things, his relationship with his father. No more
holodeck, Mother. Please. And why aren't you all absorbed in your
wedding plans? It's only three days away.
LWAXANA: I'm letting Mister Homn take care of all the mundane details.
He knows my tastes.
LWAXANA: Deanna, there's absolutely nothing to do, you nosey little
girl. Campio's already sent me his mother's wedding gown, which Mister
Homn is now altering for me. Outside of that there really isn't
TROI: Wedding gown? Mother, stop. You're telling me you're not going to
be naked at your own wedding?
LWAXANA: Campio is from a different planet with different traditions.
He would not approve of a traditional Betazoid wedding, so I am happily
adapting. Now it's as simple as that. I need some tea.
TROI: I can't believe I'm hearing this from the Heir to the Holy Rings
of Betazed, holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx.
LWAXANA: Oh, why can't I ever work this replicator?
TROI: Mother, I think it's time you tell me about this mysterious
marriage to a man you've never met.
LWAXANA: Computer, some jestral tea, please. Anyway, why shouldn't I
get married if I choose to? You make everything into such a mystery.
There is no mystery, Deanna, except about this Petrokian sausage.
(which has just arrived in the tea cup) The tea. All I wanted was a cup
of tea. Oh dear, I think your replicator's having a nervous collapse.
DATA: A level-four diagnostic of the food
replication systems has failed to detect any faults in the orientation
LAFORGE: That may be, but we've still got over two hundred reports of
DATA: There is an energy fluctuation in one of the utility access
LAFORGE: Well, we'd better look into it, whatever it is, before the
captain decides to order dinner.
LAFORGE: Yeah, dash six four. Here we are. Some
kind of intermittent EM field pattern. Give me a hand with that, will
There's no plasma leakage, just a little negative ion charging.
(and a large dollop of orange gloop which falls from the exposed
(Lwaxana has changed to white hair to match the
silver grey long-sleeved throat to floor covering dress with bustle.
Mister Homn looks on silently, as usual)
LWAXANA: Bad enough having to wear anything at my own wedding, but
this? Perhaps if we lower the bodice? Raise the hemline, then. What a
constant joy you are.
LWAXANA: Mister Homn.
(Alexander is less than half Homn's height)
LWAXANA: Alexander! My little warrior, come here. Come on. Give me a
great big hug. Now, you're not escaping another appointment, are you?
ALEXANDER: No, ma'am.
LWAXANA: Well, I suppose eventually we all have to live up to our
obligations. Well now, tell me. What brings you here to brighten my
ALEXANDER: I wanted to say I'm sorry if I got you in any trouble.
LWAXANA: That's very sweet, dear, but I really wasn't in any trouble.
Until I saw this dress. Ugly, isn't it?
ALEXANDER: What's it for?
LWAXANA: I'm getting married.
LWAXANA: Are you sure my daughter didn't send you? Just a joke. People
get married because they want to spend their lives with someone.
ALEXANDER: Their whole life? They must have to like that person a lot.
LWAXANA: Well, if you're young and lucky, it'll be someone you like a
lot, yes. And if you're older.
ALEXANDER: Are you very old?
LWAXANA: I'm alone, Alex. And when you do get older and can no longer
pick and choose from whatever may come your way, then you do what we
call compromise. It keeps you from being afraid.
DATA: We have traced the failure to a data net
interface which routes replicator selections to the correct
LAFORGE: When we opened the panel, we discovered that the interface had
been transformed into a gelatinous material that we haven't been able
(the ship shakes and alarms go off)
WORF: We have an intermittent failure of the inertial damping system.
PICARD: Take us out of warp, Ensign.
RIKER: Primary attitude control has failed. Going to secondary systems.
DATA: We have lost helm control, sir.
RIKER: Try a manual bypass of the damping systems.
DATA: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Backup generators.
LAFORGE: Coming online now.
PICARD: How long before we regain attitude control?
LAFORGE: We're almost there.
(the shaking stops)
RIKER: Ensign, put us back on course. Let's stay at impulse for now.
PICARD: Did something hit us, Mister Worf?
WORF: Negative, sir.
PICARD: The inertial dampers shouldn't fail without kicking in the
automatic bypass. I want to know what went wrong. Analysis in thirty
(Geordi puts a container of gloop on the table)
LAFORGE: The same thing that happened to the replicator happened to the
stabiliser. The transfers in both systems were turned into this.
RIKER: Some kind of corrosion?
DATA: We have not yet identified the substance, Commander.
LAFORGE: Whatever it is, it looks like there's been a conversion
process, transforming some of the metal into gelatinous residue. But
what caused it is a mystery.
PICARD: Replicators and stabilisers. Two totally unrelated systems.
LAFORGE: Yes, sir. And we still don't know why the sensors didn't pick
up the problems.
RIKER: Let's run a mass spectrometer analysis and find out what this
CHIEF [OC]: Transporter room one to Captain Picard. Minister Campio is
beaming on board, sir.
PICARD: I'll be right there. The bridegroom.
LWAXANA: (brown hair) Ah, Campio! My dear, your
compatibility profile didn't do you justice. I, of course, am Lwaxana,
and any introductory compliments you'd care to make will be happily
CAMPIO: Indeed, Mrs. Troi. You are even lovelier in person.
LWAXANA: Now that worked just fine.
(she moves to kiss Campio, but the aide puts his hand in the way)
CAMPIO: Now, now we don't wish to be too familiar at this early
PICARD: Forgive this tardiness. Ship's business. Minister Campio,
Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise. Welcome aboard.
CAMPIO: (bowing) I thank you and greet you with appreciation for
permitting this wedding aboard your fine vessel.
PICARD: Not at all, sir.
LWAXANA: Campio, may I present my daughter? Deanna Troi, meet, well,
your future stepfather, come to think of it.
CAMPIO: Ah, yes. If I recall the profile, you are the ship's
TROI: I am, sir.
CAMPIO: And my escort, who need not be addressed in this company:
Protocol Master Erko.
LWAXANA: Campio? Personally I adore all the ostentation I can get, but,
CAMPIO: I would not do you nor our benevolent hosts the disservice of
failing to ensure that priorities are observed.
LWAXANA: Oh, yes. How very thoughtful.
CAMPIO: After all, it would be unpardonable to simply abandon ourselves
to the moment, would it not?
(working at the science station)
LAFORGE: Well, it looks like the only alloy common to both the
replicator and the stabiliser is nitrium. Computer, analyze the nitrium
content of both the affected stabiliser and replicator.
COMPUTER: There is no nitrium present in the affected stabiliser or
DATA: There is none present in the residue, either.
LAFORGE: According to the mass spectrometer, the elements in the
residue have been broken down into simpler molecular structures.
DATA: That would suggest the nitrium has been organically metabolised.
LAFORGE: Maybe that's it, Data. If a living organism ingested the
DATA: This residue would be the waste left behind.
LAFORGE: If that's true, if something's eating away at the nitrium on
the ship. That means the dilithium chamber is vulnerable, as well as
the power transfer conduits. We'd better get to Engineering.
ALEXANDER: Ha! Ha!
WORF: Eat, son.
WORF: What are you doing? What is that noise?
ALEXANDER: Ha! It's my laughing hour. Ha! Ha!
WORF: That is enough, please. It is your dinner hour. Eat.
ALEXANDER: Ha! I promised to meet Mrs. Troi for another lesson in happy
WORF: Will you stop doing that, please? Alexander, eat your food.
Wisdom will wait, I assure you.
ALEXANDER: I promised. Should I break my promise, Father?
WORF: A Klingon ever breaks his word.
WORF: Where are you going?
ALEXANDER: You said no Klingon ever breaks his word.
WORF: I did not mean now. Now just sit down and eat.
ALEXANDER: I don't understand, Father. You're confusing me.
WORF: Understand later. Just eat.
ALEXANDER: Father? The higher, the fewer.
(and Alexander leaves)
CAMPIO: I don't wish to be authoritative, my dear,
but Master Erko says that now is our proper time for discussion of
LWAXANA: Well, I certainly don't wish to be considered anti-Erko, dear,
but I did promise Alexander one more holodeck trip. Come along, my
CAMPIO: Surely there'll be other occasions for you to spend time with
LWAXANA: My goodness, Campio. You and I are going to have the rest of
our lives. I'll tell you what. I'll be back here with you in one hour
exactly, all right?
ERKO: Minister, the woman should not be addressing you in the familiar.
(Troi and Worf enter)
TROI: Mother, we have to talk.
LWAXANA: Yes, we certainly do, dear, but not just now. Well, how, er
how do I address him?
TROI: Mother, we've come for Alexander. Please, forgive the intrusion.
ERKO: Preferably he should be called by his ministerial title.
LWAXANA: Ah. I'll remember. Oh, Mister Homn. You make everybody
comfortable until we get back. Especially the Minister, here. Now, I'll
be back. One hour, darling. I'll see you then.
WORF: Mrs. Troi, it is Alexander's dinner hour.
LWAXANA: How thoughtless of me. I guess we'll just have to have a
little picnic before our mud bath.
CAMPIO: We have business to deal with here. Leaving is simply not
LWAXANA: Oh, well can't we just pretend it's acceptable? We'll be back.
CAMPIO: You are missing the point.
WORF: Alexander, you will return to our quarters and have dinner.
ALEXANDER: But we're going to go to the holodeck.
TROI: Mother, you're undermining every effort we're trying to make
LWAXANA: Don't be absurd. You poor dear, don't they ever let you change
those colourless outfits?
ERKO: It is essential that we begin a discussion of the wedding
LWAXANA: Oh, Minister, darling, perhaps you and the Jerko here can come
CAMPIO: Lwaxana, this exceeds all boundaries.
LWAXANA: Oh. Well, half hour, then. No longer, I promise. Mister Homn,
CAMPIO: Counsellor Troi, have you no influence?
CAMPIO: Lwaxana, if you will remain, I may allow the boy to stay
ERKO: Definitely not!
WORF: Definitely not. My son is to return to quarters.
ERKO: Nor may a servant be present during a prenuptial consultation.
(Lwaxana has sneaked out with Alexander)
TROI: Well, sir, I'm afraid even the bride won't be present for this
DATA: The dilithium chamber shows no anomalous
LAFORGE: So far, these transfer conduits are clean, too. Hold on, I'm
getting something here. There's a severe energy fluctuation in this
(La Forge removes the cover and the silver stuff floats up the wall to
the ceiling, then gloop starts to dribble down)
[Holodeck - Shiralea]
(the Juggler is unhappy)
ALEXANDER: What happened?
JUGGLER: I was just juggling and I happened to catch one in my mouth.
It tasted good, so I ate it. Before I knew it, I'd eaten up every one
of my worlds. It never occurred to me that once they were gone, I'd
have nothing left to juggle. If you ever have a world, plan ahead.
Don't eat it.
LWAXANA: Well, now. Almost time to get back.
ALEXANDER: Are you sad?
LWAXANA: Of course not. I'm about to be a bride.
ALEXANDER: You know that man you're going to marry? He would never come
and take a mud bath, would he.
LWAXANA: Oh, he might. Probably not.
ALEXANDER: You know, maybe this would be a good time to get one of
those little people that live inside of you to come out and tell you
what to do, or help you, or something.
LWAXANA: Alexander, what are you talking about?
ALEXANDER: I'm sorry.
LWAXANA: No. No, don't you dare be sorry.
(she notices the grid appearing through the illusion)
ALEXANDER: What's wrong?
LWAXANA: Come along, Alexander. Let's not leave everyone waiting for
LAFORGE: Once we saw that photonic trail moving
through the wall, we realised we must be dealing with a metal parasite
of some kind.
DATA: We believe the parasites came through the ship's hull after we
destroyed the asteroid near Tessen Three.
PICARD: Are they attacking anything other than nitrium alloy?
LAFORGE: No, sir, not that we can tell. But we've got nitrium
everywhere. The computers, the life support, the ventilation, the
engines, even the dilithium chamber.
PICARD: Mister Data, the asteroid we destroyed. That was rich in
DATA: Aye, sir.
PICARD: And that asteroid came from the Pelloris Field. If the rest of
that field is rich in nitrium, it would make a natural feeding ground.
LAFORGE: We should think about going back there. The parasites could
possibly be lured back to the asteroids for a meal that's more
appealing than we are.
PICARD: Mister Data, how long to the field?
DATA: At warp nine, five hours twenty minutes, sir.
PICARD: Picard to the Bridge
RIKER [OC]: Riker here, sir.
PICARD: Set a course for the Pelloris asteroid field, warp nine.
RIKER [OC]: Aye, sir.
DATA: Captain, with our sensors unable to detect the parasites and
given the speed with which they appear to be moving through the ship
PICARD: We may not have five hours and twenty minutes. I'm aware of
that. How can we slow them down?
DATA: In several cases, an exanogen gas barrier has been known to slow
the progress of metal parasites.
PICARD: They don't like cold, eh? Make it so.
LAFORGE: The problem is finding them. As soon as we spot an energy
fluctuation, they've already consumed all the nitrium and have moved
(the lights flicker)
LAFORGE: Primary power systems are going down. I've rerouted to the
PICARD: Inform the Bridge. Mister Data, with me.
PICARD: Bridge. Commander, do you have any
suggestions on how we could encourage the parasites to leave the ship
once we reach the Pelloris Field?
DATA: If we reconfigure a particle beam with a high concentration of
nitrium, and project it toward one of the asteroids.
PICARD: Then they would follow the beam like a trail of breadcrumbs.
(gloop is dribbling down the wall)
DATA: Turbolift velocity is beginning to fluctuate, Captain.
PICARD: Computer, stop at next level. Computer, acknowledge.
(the turbolift stops but the doors don't open, so Data forces them)
DATA: We have reached the bridge, sir.
PICARD: Report, Number One.
RIKER: Ventilation and life support are failing at random spots all
over the ship.
WORF: Captain, we've dropped to warp five point seven.
PICARD: Picard to Engineering.
LAFORGE [OC]: La Forge here.
PICARD: What's happening, Mister La Forge? We're losing speed.
LAFORGE: The parasites must've gotten into the
primary warp controllers, Captain. Trying to do a bypass patch to
isolate the backup controllers but it looks like warp six is about the
best I'm going to be able to give you.
PICARD: At that speed, Mister La Forge, there won't
be a ship left to reach the Pelloris Field. Do what you have to.
LAFORGE [OC]: Working on it, sir.
DATA: Captain, we're losing life support on decks eleven and twelve.
PICARD: Mister Worf, have security evacuate all personnel from those
WORF: Aye, sir.
LAFORGE: Engineering to Bridge. We've got warp six
point five but I don't know how much more coaxing
LAFORGE: We can do here.
PICARD: We need more speed than that, Commander.
LAFORGE [OC]: The matter-antimatter
LAFORGE: Injectors are failing. I'm rerouting to
secondary injector power now. Watch the antimatter containment for any
RIKER: Atmospheric systems are down twenty seven
percent. We're going below tolerable oxygen limits.
WORF: We must evacuate decks twenty through twenty four, Captain.
PICARD: Make it so. Shut down life support to those decks.
RIKER: Direct all evacuees to decks nine and ten.
PICARD: Divert emergency life support to those decks.
DATA: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Time to asteroid field?
DATA: If we maintain our current speed, two hours, twenty three
PICARD: Mister Data, the rest of us may lose consciousness. If we do,
it will be your job to execute the plan as discussed.
DATA: Aye, sir.
(The Enterprise arrives at the asteroid field. Data is the only one
awake and alert)
COMPUTER: Structural integrity of the dilithium chamber is at thirty
four percent. Estimated breach in one minute.
DATA: Computer, transfer power from warp engines to life support.
COMPUTER: Transfer complete.
DATA: Activate Bussard collector.
COMPUTER: Activated. Breach of dilithium chamber in forty seconds.
DATA: Reconfigure hydrogen plasma mixture to include thirty percent
COMPUTER: Mixture complete.
DATA: Project emitter beam, heading zero two four mark zero four one.
(shimmering silver travels along the beam)
COMPUTER: Structural integrity of the dilithium chamber is at twenty
eight percent and holding.
(the lights come back up and people start to wake up)
PICARD: Mister Data?
DATA: The plan was successful, sir.
PICARD: Well done. Mister Worf, coordinate your teams with Doctor
Crusher and Commander La Forge. Assess damage and injury.
WORF: Aye, sir.
Captain's log, stardate 45733.6. Temporary repairs
to the ship have been completed. Our attention now turns to matters of
a more festive nature.
(Erko checks the corridor again)
ERKO: (whispering to Campio) This is intolerable.
RIKER: You'd think she'd at least get to her own wedding on time.
(the doors open and Mister Homn smiles as Lwaxana arrives at her own
wedding, naked. Even if we do get a glimpse of the edge of the
underwear that Majel is actually wearing. Campio's jaw is on the
ERKO: Minister! Minister! This is infamous. Infamous! We leave
(Erko hauls Campio out of the room)
[Holodeck - Shiralea]
(in the mud bath)
LWAXANA: Ah, heavenly. Every pore in my body tingles with contentment.
Isn't it wonderful how things work out, Alexander? I wanted to teach
you how to grab the joys of living, and you turned around and taught me
not to let go of them. How very mutual.
TROI: We still have to learn how to live in the real world, Mother. All
LWAXANA: She's absolutely right, Alexander. But only when necessary.
WORF: You're just supposed to sit here?