Captain's Log, Stardate 43989.1.
The Enterprise has arrived at Jouret IV
in response to a distress signal
from one of the Federation's outermost colonies.
Anything from the surface?
No, sir. There have been no communications
from the colony for over 12 hours.
Sensors picking up any signs of life?
None.
The surface environment
is safe for transport, Commander.
Mr. O'Brien.
Verify these are accurate coordinates
for the New Providence colony.
Coordinates verified, sir.
You're at the center of town.
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.
Captain's Log, Stardate 43992.6.
Admiral Hanson and Lieutenant Commander Shelby
of Starfleet Tactical
have arrived to review the disappearance
of New Providence colony.
No sign remains of the 900 inhabitants.
The truth is...
hell, we are not ready.
We've known they were coming for over a year.
We've thrown every resource we have into this, but still...
RIKER: Then you're convinced
it is the Borg.
That's what I'm here to find out.
The initial descriptions of the surface conditions
are almost identical to your report from System J-25.
Commander Riker wrote those reports.
He agrees with you.
Commander Shelby
took over Borg tactical analysis six months ago.
I've learned to give her a wide latitude
when I want to get things done.
That's how I intend to operate here.
My priority has been to develop some kind--
any kind-- of defense strategy.
Obviously, nothing we have now can stop them.
We've been designing new weapons
but they're all still on the drawing board.
We expected much more lead time.
Your encounter with the Borg
was over 7,000 light years away.
If this is the Borg
it would indicate they have
a source of power far superior to our own.
I'd like to see the colony site as soon as possible, Captain.
It'll be dark there in 30 minutes.
We've scheduled an away team for dawn.
Number One, why don't you
show the Commander to her quarters.
It's our poker night, Admiral.
There's always an open seat for you.
Another time, Commander.
Your Captain and I have a lot to cover.
But, uh, rumor has it
Commander Shelby has played a hand or two.
Keep your eye on her, Jean-Luc.
She's one very impressive young lady.
You seem rather taken with her, J.P.
Just an old man's fantasies.
When Shelby came into Tactical, every admiral's uncle
had a take on this Borg business.
She cut through it.
She put us on track.
Earl Grey?
Please.
She'd make you one hell of a First Officer.
Already have a hell of a First Officer.
Don't tell me he's going to pass up another commission.
One's available?
The Melbourne.
It's his if he wants it.
Hasn't he told you?
He'll make a fine captain, J.P.
You may want to tell him that.
We're still waiting on his decision.
This is the third time
we've pulled out the Captain's chair for Riker.
He just won't sit down.
Well, let me tell you something, Jean-Luc--
there are a lot of young hotshots like Shelby
on the way up.
Riker could suddenly look
like he's standing still next to them.
He's hurting his career by staying put.
And if I were you, I'd kick him in the rear end
for his own good.
I don't know exactly what I'm looking for
but we've tested the sections of the Enterprise's hull
that were damaged by the Borg.
There were some unusual magnetic-resonance traces.
A Borg footprint?
That's my theory.
I'll see if it holds up tomorrow.
I've reviewed your personnel.
I'll be assigning Mr. La Forge
and Mr. Data to accompany me on the away team.
I've already assigned them to the away team.
And I'll be with you as well, Commander.
Of course.
I appreciate any assistance you can offer.
Tell me, Commander.
Is serving aboard the Enterprise
as extraordinary an experience as I've heard?
Every bit.
Good, because I intend to convince Captain Picard
that I'm the right choice for the job.
Job? Which job?
Yours, of course.
I'm sorry.
I heard that you were leaving.
If I were, I'm sure you'd be the first to know.
Poker's at 1700 hours in my quarters, deck eight.
Got another king in the hole, eh, Data?
I am afraid I cannot answer that, Wesley
and as you are a newcomer to the game
may I say, it is inappropriate for you to ask.
( players chuckle )
I will buy another card, Counselor.
No help there.
Fold. Again.
Three jacks looking back for the handsome young ensign.
Pair of deuces stands.
Flush, possible straight flush.
Hmm.
Your bet, Mr. Crusher.
I'm in for ten.
Call.
Now it's time for the long pants.
There's your ten. 100.
He's got the straight flush, folks.
Not necessarily.
Commander Riker may be bluffing, Wesley.
I don't think so.
Fold.
With three jacks?
What, are you kidding?
Wesley, you may get straight A's in school
but there's a lot you need to learn about poker.
Well, I've only got two pair
but I've got to see your hole card.
I'll call.
( Geordi chuckles )
You got him.
Mr. Data and our guest appear to be tardy.
Sir, Commander Shelby and Data beamed down
to the planet's surface an hour ago.
On whose authority?
On hers, sir.
Morning.
Early bird gets the worm, eh?
We've had some interesting results.
Commander Shelby...
Walk with me, Commander.
Early bird?
I believe Commander Shelby erred.
There is no evidence of avifaunal
or crawling vermicular life-forms on Jouret IV.
That's not what she meant, Data
but you're right-- she erred.
I'm sorry, but I woke up early
and I saw that a weather system was moving in.
It could have affected the soil readings.
So without any regard
for the risk of coming down here alone...
Really, Commander, if we ran into the Borg here
two extra bodies wouldn't have made a hell of a difference
now, would they?
We had three hours before the storm front hit
less than two hours now.
Data was available.
I took him. We came.
I don't see your problem.
My problem, Commander, is I expect to be notified
before there's a change in my orders.
Noted for future reference.
Do you wish to hear my report, sir?
Go ahead.
The soil contains the same magnetic-resonance traces.
That's our footprint.
There's no doubt anymore.
It is the Borg.
Captain's Log, Stardate 43993.5.
With confirmation of the Borg's presence in Federation space
Admiral Hanson has returned to Starbase 324
to discuss strategy with Starfleet Command.
Lieutenant Commander Shelby remains onboard
to continue tactical preparations.
I've also ordered a standing Yellow Alert.
All Federation-allied outposts have been warned.
Ops will continue to monitor long-range sensors.
I've assigned Data, La Forge and Mr. Crusher
to work with Commander Shelby.
Good.
You've covered all the bases.
What's your impression of Shelby?
She knows her stuff.
She has your full confidence?
Well, I think she needs supervision.
She takes the initiative a little too easily--
sometimes with risks.
( tsking )
Sounds like a young Lieutenant Commander
I recruited as a First Officer.
Perhaps.
Will...
what the hell are you still doing here?
Sir?
You've been offered the Melbourne.
I've decided not to pursue that commission at this time.
She's a fine ship, Will.
Yes, but she's not the Enterprise.
With all due respect, sir, you need me, particularly now.
Indeed.
Starfleet needs good Captains, particularly now.
Reconsider your decision.
Are you telling me to leave, Captain?
I'm asking you to look at your career objectively.
Will, you're ready to work without a net.
You're ready to take command
and, you know, Enterprise
will go along just fine without you.
What am I still doing here?
Deanna, I pushed myself hard to get this far.
I... I sacrificed a lot.
I always said I wanted my own command
and yet... something's holding me back.
Is it wrong for me to want to stay?
What do you think?
( sighs )
Maybe I'm just afraid of the big chair.
I don't think so.
The Captain says
Shelby reminds him of the way that I used to be
and he's right.
She comes in here full of drive and ambition.
Impatient, taking risks.
I look at her and I wonder what happened to those things in me.
I liked those things about me.
I've lost something.
You mean, you're older, more experienced
a little more... seasoned.
"Seasoned."
That's a horrible thing to say to a man.
I don't think you've lost a thing.
And I think you've gained more than you realize.
You're much more comfortable with yourself
than you used to be.
Maybe that's the problem--
I'm too comfortable here.
I'm not sure I know what that means.
You're happy here
happier than I've ever known you to be.
So... it comes down to a simple question.
What do you want, Will Riker?
SHELBY: ...a manipulation effect in the Borg ship's subspace field.
A definite pattern at 4.8 minute intervals
during your first confrontation with them.
It might indicate high-output auxiliary generators kicking in.
One theory is that their systems are decentralized
with redundant power sources located throughout the ship.
That is a reasonable conclusion.
Borg technology has given each member of their society
the ability to interface
and function collectively.
It is likely they
have constructed their ship with the same philosophy.
You knock out one generator
and another one takes over without interruption.
What kind of damage would we have to do to shut them down?
Projections suggest that a Borg ship like this one
could continue to function effectively
even if 78% of it was inoperable.
And our best shot
barely scratched the surface.
Well, from what I've seen
I can't believe that any of these new weapon systems
can be ready in less than 18 months, Commander.
We've been projecting 24.
Is there anything we can do here
to adapt our current defense systems?
We'll have to go through the specs again, but...
I don't know.
My mind's turned to clay.
Mine, too.
I think we should look
at modifying the plasma phaser design.
Commander, I think we should call it a night.
That's an order.
We'll reconvene at 0500.
Sir, if I may be allowed to continue with Mr. Data
who does not require rest.
You need rest, Commander.
If we have a confrontation with the Borg
without improving our defense systems...
If we have a confrontation
I don't want a crew fighting the Borg
at the same time they're fighting their own fatigue.
Dismissed.
At 1900 hours yesterday
the USS Lalo departed Zeta Alpha II
on a freight run to Sentinel Minor IV.
At 2200 hours and 12 minutes
a distress signal was received at Starbase 157.
The Lalo reported contact with an alien vessel
described as cube-shaped.
The distress signal ended abruptly
and she has not been heard from since.
Mr. Data, how long would it take to get there at warp nine?
One hour, 17 minutes, sir.
Make it so.
We're coming with every available starship
to assist, Captain
but the closest help is six days away.
We'll try and keep them occupied until you arrive.
I know you will.
Hanson out.
All hands stand to battle stations.
Commander Shelby
what is the status of our defense preparations?
Mr. La Forge has a plan to modulate shield nutation.
Hopefully, that'll hold them off for a while.
LA FORGE: At the same time, we'll be
retuning phasers to higher EM base emitting frequencies
try to disrupt their subspace field.
What's your assessment of our potential effectiveness?
( sighs ): It's a shot in the dark, Captain
but, for now, it's the best we can do.
Dismissed.
( console beeping )
Sir, reading unidentified vessel
just entering sensor range
bearing 210 mark 151.
Hail them, Mr. Worf.
No response, sir.
Move to intercept.
WESLEY: Aye, sir.
Sir, the vessel has already changed course
to intercept us.
Approaching at warp 9.3.
Entering visual range.
On screen.
Magnify.
Mr. Worf, dispatch a subspace message
to Admiral Hanson.
We have engaged the Borg.
WORF: Captain, you are being hailed.
( alarm blaring )
I am?
Yes, Captain-- by name.
Data, is it the same ship we faced at J-25?
Uncertain, Commander.
But the dimensions are precisely the same.
On screen.
I am Captain Jean-Luc...
BORG VOICES: ...Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Starship Enterprise
registry NCC-1701-D.
You will lower your shields and prepare
to transport yourself aboard our vessel.
If you do not cooperate, we will destroy your ship.
You have committed acts of aggression
against the United Federation of Planets.
If you do not withdraw immediately...
You will surrender yourself
or we will destroy your ship.
Your defensive capabilities
are unable to withstand...
What the hell do they want with you?
I thought they weren't interested in human life-forms--
only our technology.
Their priorities seem to have changed.
Open.
WORF: Channel open.
We have developed new defense capabilities
since our last meeting, and we are prepared to use them
if you do not withdraw from Federation space.
LA FORGE: Captain
shields are being probed.
I'm modulating nutation.
Captain, the Borg are attempting to lock onto us
with their tractor beam.
Load torpedo bays. Arm phasers.
Lock coordinates on the source of the tractor beam.
Shield status.
Holding, sir.
The nutation modulation has them confused.
They have the ability to analyze and adapt, Commander.
Shield modulation has failed.
They've locked on.
Shields are being drained.
90%... 80...
Trying to recalibrate nutation.
Damn!
Shields have failed.
Fire all weapons.
Their subspace field is intact.
New phaser frequencies had no impact.
Reverse engines.
LA FORGE: Full reverse.
We're not moving.
Fire at will.
Launching torpedoes.
Phaser spread continuing.
Still no damage to the Borg vessel, sir.
COMPUTER: Warning. Outer hull breach.
They are cutting into the hull--
Engineering section.
Geordi, evacuate Engineering.
Computer, evacuation sequence.
Sealing doors to core chamber.
Come on now. Let's move it, people!
Let's move it. Let's go!
COMPUTER: Warning. Inner hull failing.
Decompression danger deck 36, section four.
Sealing Main Engineering.
Data, fluctuate phaser resonance frequencies.
Random settings, keep them changing.
Don't give them time to adapt.
The tractor beam has been released.
Warp nine.
Course 151 mark 330.
Engage.
They are in pursuit, Captain.
Maintain course.
Damage report, Geordi.
Hull rupture in Main Engineering.
The damage is pretty heavy.
We lost a lot of good people down there.
11 dead, eight more unaccounted for, Captain.
Repair teams to Engineering.
Seal hull breach.
They didn't get to the core.
I can control functions from here.
Now approaching the Paulson Nebula, sir.
Drop to impulse.
Take us in, Ensign.
The field's getting too dense, sir.
Steady.
Analysis of the nebula cloud, Mr. Data.
82% dilithium hydroxyls...
magnesium, chromium.
Should provide an effective screen
against their sensors, Captain.
Mr. La Forge, prepare to reverse engines.
Full stop.
( console beeps )
The Borg ship is continuing scans
attempting to locate us.
Good.
As long as they're looking for us
they won't hurt anyone else.
Time index: 514.
Data started to fluctuate phaser resonance frequencies.
The Borg's beam breaks contact.
Slow playback.
Take a closer look, Commander.
Mr. La Forge?
LA FORGE: There's a two percent drop in power for an instant
but it is system-wide.
The phaser frequency spread was in a high narrow band.
Conceivably, the ship's power distribution nodes
are vulnerable to those frequencies.
If we can generate a concentrated burst of power
at that same frequency distribution--
I mean a lot more than anything our phasers
or photon torpedoes could ever provide.
How do we do that?
The main deflector dish.
It's the only component on the Enterprise
designed to channel that much power at controlled frequencies.
End program.
Unfortunately, there is one slight detail.
In the process, the blast
completely destroys the Enterprise as well.
If we could get further away, increase the deflector's range.
SHELBY: It could work.
In the meantime
we should retune all phasers
including the hand units, to the same frequency.
Proceed.
I'll inform the Captain.
There is one other recommendation
I'd like to make, Commander.
Separate the saucer section.
Assign a skeleton crew to create a diversion.
We may need the power from the saucer's impulse engines.
But it would give them more than one target to worry about.
It's too great a risk.
I'd like the Captain to make that decision, sir.
Commander, I bring all the alternatives
to the Captain's attention.
That will be all.
I going to need to install
higher capacity power transfers
to the deflector dish, Commander.
How long?
Better part of a day.
She gets a full head of steam, doesn't she?
Mm-hmm. She's a formidable presence, to say the least
but I'm convinced she can help us here, Commander.
I am, too.
Don't worry about it.
I can handle Shelby.
( door chimes )
Come.
Come in, Number One.
Commander Shelby was just telling me
of your... concerns about her plan.
I'm sorry if she troubled you, sir.
I have already informed her...
PICARD: Yes, I entirely agree with you, Number One.
It's not the time.
But the time may come
when we will be required to take greater risks.
I want you to consider her plan as a fall-back position.
Make the necessary preparations.
Very good, sir.
Deck eight, Battle Bridge.
Halt.
Commander, you and I need
to have a conversation.
You never ordered me not to discuss this with the Captain.
You disagree with me-- fine.
You need to take it to the Captain-- fine.
Through me.
You do an end run around me again
I'll snap you back so hard
you'll think you're a first-year cadet again.
May I speak frankly, sir?
By all means.
You're in my way.
Really.
How terrible for you.
All you know how to do is play it safe.
I suppose that's why someone like you
sits in the shadow of a great man
for as long as you have
passing up one command after another.
Proceed to deck eight.
When it comes to this ship and this crew
you're damned right I play it safe.
If you can't make the big decisions, Commander
I suggest you make room for someone who can.
Captain's Log, Stardate 43996.2.
The Enterprise remains concealed in the dust cloud.
And, to my surprise, the Borg have maintained their position
waiting for us to come out of hiding.
I have no explanation
for their special interest in me or this ship.
We continue to prepare our defenses
for the inevitable confrontation
but, I must admit, on this night
I contemplate the distinct possibility
that no defense may be adequate against this enemy.
Captain.
Trouble sleeping?
It's something of a tradition, Guinan--
Captain touring the ship before a battle.
Oh.
Before a hopeless battle
if I remember the tradition correctly.
Not necessarily.
Nelson toured the HMS Victory before Trafalgar.
Yes, but Nelson never returned from Trafalgar, did he?
No, but the battle was won.
Do you expect this battle to be won?
We may yet prevail.
That's... a conceit.
But... it's a healthy one.
I wonder if the Emperor Honorius
watching the Visigoths coming over the seventh hill
truly realized that the Roman Empire was about to fall.
This is just another page in history, isn't it?
Will this be the end of our civilization?
Turn the page.
This isn't the end.
You say that with remarkable assuredness.
With experience.
When the Borg destroyed my world
my people were scattered throughout the universe.
We survived.
As will humanity survive.
As long as there's a handful of you
to keep the spirit alive
you will prevail.
Even if it takes a millennium.
( explosion )
WORF: Captain Picard, report to the Bridge.
I'm on my way, Lieutenant.
They're some sort of magnetometric-guided charges.
Status of shields?
WORF: Back to 48%, Captain.
Mr. La Forge, I may have to take us out of the nebula.
I want all the power you can give me.
Engines are ready, Captain.
Recommend you adjust shield harmonics
to favor the upper EM band when you proceed.
Acknowledged.
Direct hit, deck nine.
Damage report.
Structural latching system integrity breached.
Prepare to take us out of here, Number One.
Fire up the engines.
Half impulse till we clear the nebula
then punch it up to warp nine.
Ready phasers, load forward torpedo bays.
Engage.
Borg tractor beam is attempting to lock on.
Fire at will.
Continue rotating shield frequency.
( console beeping )
Shields failing.
( insistent beeping )
Tractor beam has locked on.
It's no use.
They've already adapted to the new frequencies.
( grunts )
The Borg ship is disengaging.
Leaving at warp speed.
Maintain pursuit.
Borg vessel has reached warp nine, 9.4, 9.6.
Stay with them.
Riker to O'Brien.
Can you get a fix on the Captain?
Negative, sir.
There's some kind of interference.
I can't lock in on his signal.
Senior officers, report to the Bridge.
Sir, the coordinates they have set--
they are on a direct course
to Sector 001-- the Terran system.
BORG VOICES: Captain Jean-Luc Picard
you lead the strongest ship of the Federation fleet.
You speak for your people.
I have nothing to say to you
and I will resist you with my last ounce of strength.
Strength is irrelevant.
Resistance is futile.
We wish to improve ourselves.
We will add your biological
and technological distinctiveness to our own.
Your culture will adapt to service ours.
Impossible.
My culture is based on freedom and self-determination.
Freedom is irrelevant.
Self-determination is irrelevant.
You must comply.
We would rather die.
Death is irrelevant.
Your archaic cultures are authority driven.
To facilitate our introduction into your societies
it has been decided that a human voice will speak for us
in all communications.
You have been chosen to be that voice.
WORF: Commander, they are leading us
into the heart of our own defenses.
Yeah, well, so far, they haven't had
much of a reason to worry about our defenses.
Commander, if the Borg stay at warp 9.6
we'll be forced to discontinue pursuit
and power down in less than three hours.
Two hours, 40 minutes, three seconds.
How long before the deflector's ready?
We're close, a few hours maybe.
I know-- I'll get it done in two somehow
but, Commander, I'm going to need serious power
from the warp engines to make this weapon work.
So far, we're using everything we've got
just to keep up with them.
Sir, we've got to get that ship down to impulse.
I'm leading an away team over there to get the Captain back.
We'll find a way to get them out of warp.
Ensign Crusher, you continue to assist Mr. La Forge.
Commander Shelby, you'll take the Bridge
and coordinate with Starfleet.
Data, Worf, Doctor, you're with me.
Excuse me, sir.
With my knowledge of the Borg...
Those are my orders, Commander!
TROI: Commander Riker
it is inappropriate for you to lead the away team.
Until the return of Captain Picard
you are in command of the Enterprise.
We're in a state of war
and your place is on the Bridge.
Commander Shelby
you'll lead the away team.
Make it so.
First Officer's Log, Stardate 43998.5.
Our pursuit of the Borg
continues on a course that will take us
to the very core of the Federation.
The devastation they could bring is beyond imagination.
These phasers have been retuned.
Each has a different frequency spanning the upper EM band.
All right, a reminder-- we only get to use
each of these once, maybe twice
before the Borg learn to adapt.
Don't fire until you have to.
What kind of resistance should we expect?
At our first encounter, the Borg virtually ignored us
when we beamed aboard their vessel.
Clearly, they did not consider our being there a threat.
That may change, however
if we start interfering with their plans.
Shelby to Bridge.
Away team ready.
We've got 58 minutes
before we have to power down and disengage.
Understood.
Proceed. Commander?
No unnecessary risks. Clear?
Very clear, sir.
Shelby out.
We've matched warp velocity for transport, Commander.
Energize.
WORF: Tricorder functions minimal.
Any signs of human life?
Inconclusive.
Look at this.
This is extraordinary.
Those appear to be
some kind of power waveguide conduits
which allow them to work collectively
as they perform ship functions.
There's no way to take out enough of these
to disable them.
What if we look at this
from the mosquito's point of view?
Interesting metaphor, Doctor.
What is your idea?
If we sting them in a tender spot
they might stop for a minute to scratch.
Distribution nodes.
SHELBY: If we take out a few of these, it just might make them scratch.
The Captain's communicator--
it is still activated.
Crusher to Picard.
Can you hear me?
Can you locate it, Worf?
This way.
I strongly recommend redeploying all available defenses
to protect Sector 001, Admiral.
We're moving to intercept at Wolf 359.
We'll make our stand there.
How much longer can you maintain pursuit?
22 minutes if they stay at their current speed.
If we can't bring them out of warp
we'll do as much damage as we can
before we have to disengage.
Picard?
Nothing yet, sir.
( tricorder beeping )
( beeping faster )
In here.
Shelby to Enterprise.
Go ahead.
We've found the Captain's uniform
and his communicator.
We're resuming our search.
Stand by, Commander.
We're in business.
It'll burn out the main deflector
but it'll be one hell of a bang.
Radiation danger?
We're going to have to evacuate
the entire forward half of the secondary hull
and the lower three decks of the saucer.
I'll see to that.
Commander Shelby
we have only 17 minutes of warp power left.
Do whatever you can to get them out of warp.
Acknowledged.
Shelby out.
Let's take out some of these distribution nodes
and see what happens.
Sir, they've done it.
The Borg ship is dropping out of warp.
Go to impulse.
Aye, sir.
Diverting warp power to main deflector.
Move us to within 40,000 kilometers
and match velocity.
Commence arming sequence.
Increase deflector modulation to upper frequency band.
Shelby to Enterprise.
Encountering resistance.
Prepare to beam us back on my signal.
SHELBY: They're adapting to the frequencies.
Jean-Luc.
Captain!
( gasps )
( grunts )
Enterprise, get us out of here.
The Captain?
We were unable to retrieve him, sir.
The Captain has been altered by the Borg.
Altered?
He is a Borg.
SHELBY: We'll go back.
I need more people.
We need to retune the phasers again.
We'll get him out of there.
LA FORGE: Commander.
Reading subspace field fluctuations from within
the Borg ship.
Looks like they're...
regenerating-- restoring power.
They could be capable of warp any minute.
Is the deflector ready?
It's ready.
Will, he's alive.
If we could get him back to the ship
I might be able to restore...
This is our only chance to destroy them.
If they get back into warp, our weapon is useless.
We'll sabotage them again if we have to.
We can't maintain power.
We don't have the time.
Prepare to fire.
At least consult with Starfleet Command.
Get Admiral Hanson
on subspace.
Belay that order, Lieutenant.
There's no time.
Sir, we are being hailed by the Borg.
On screen.
I am Locutus of Borg.
Resistance is futile.
Your life, as it has been, is over.
From this time forward, you will service us.
Mr. Worf... fire.