Captain's Log, Stardate 44143.7.
We have moved into Sector 21947 in response to a distress call
from a Talarian observation craft.
The alien vessel appears adrift, and our initial scans
have detected a life-threatening radiation leak
within its propulsion system.
I get no further response from the vessel.
Maintain an open channel.
Dr. Crusher and her assistants
are waiting in Transporter Room Three.
Sir, may I remind you that during the Galen border conflict
it was a common tactic of the Talarians
to abandon their observation craft
rig them to self-destruct...
And issue a general distress call.
Yes, Mr. Data, I know.
That particular guerrilla maneuver
resulted in 219 fatalities over a three-day period.
Is there any way to detect their self-destruct device?
Negative, sir.
The Talarians employ a subspace proximity detonator.
It is not detectable by our scans.
Or the away team's tricorders.
Right.
Captain, the Talarian warship, the Q'Maire is responding
to the distress call.
Position?
Halfway through the Woden Sector.
It'll take them hours
to get here, sir, even at maximum warp.
Counselor?
There is life onboard, and it's fading.
Number One, assemble the rest of your away team.
Prepare for immediate rescue operations.
Yes, sir.
Ancillary power is failing.
( moaning )
They're nothing more than children.
I am Commander Riker, of the Federation Starship Enterprise.
We will evacuate you and give you medical care.
You will not be harmed.
Enterprise, prepping five Talarian males
for transport immediately to Sick Bay.
Trauma team, stand by to receive the injured.
We have radiation burns
and possible respiratory distress.
TRANSPORTER OFFICER: Transport locked in and ready, Doctor.
Stand by for my orders.
Captain, this appears to be a basic training ship.
Five boys, all teens, all wearing uniforms.
PICARD: Proceed with the evacuation, Number One.
No other life signs aboard, sir.
Commander, quickly.
What is it?
This boy, he's human.
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.
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Captain's Log, supplemental.
We have completed an emergency evacuation
of four Talarians and one human.
How this young man found himself
in the company of these aliens remains a mystery.
It's Jono, right?
Is that what I heard them call you?
I'm Dr. Crusher.
I'm just examining you for radiation injuries.
It won't hurt.
I have a son not much older than you.
Perhaps you'd like to meet him.
Hmm?
Well, Jono
you seem to have escaped radiation damage.
Pretty lucky.
Dr. Crusher.
Now, how did this happen?
( wailing )
( all wailing )
What is it?
They're terrified.
( wailing )
They all just started up.
Please, may I have your attention?
( wailing continues )
Please, may I have your attention?
Stop that immediately!
( wailing stops abruptly )
Well, that's better.
Now, what's your name, young man?
He won't talk, Captain.
We haven't been able to get through to him.
Captain.
I am Jono.
Take me home to my Captain.
Take me home to Endar.
He managed to escape radiation trauma
but the scan shows something else.
What?
Two previously fractured ribs
a broken arm and a low-grade concussion.
There might be neurological impairment.
I'd like to examine him further.
Jean-Luc, the Talarians have been known
to be ruthless to their enemies.
I think there's a real possibility
they may have brutalized the child.
Isn't it possible that the injuries
were caused prior to his captivity?
Hmm, not likely.
He's been with them a long time--
long enough to assimilate their cultural traits.
And calcium trace patterns indicate
that the injuries took place during the past seven years.
But if they have abused the boy
why would he so devoutly wish to return to them?
Oh, it's not uncommon.
It was identified centuries ago as the Stockholm Syndrome.
( grunting )
TROI: Jono! What is it?
Get him! Get him!
Oh!
TROI: Jono!
( grunts )
I just suggested he take off his gloves.
Suddenly, he lost control.
Security, we need some assistance down here in Sick Bay.
Don't hurt him.
Hey, no.
Jono. She won't leave me alone.
She's keeps trying to dissect me!
She was trying to help you.
I don't want her help!
Send me back with my brothers!
Send us back to Captain Endar!
Jono, I want you to stop this immediately!
Yes, Captain.
Good. That's better.
Now, if we're to accomplish anything...
Data to Picard.
Go ahead.
We have received a subspace communiqué
from Starfleet Command regarding the young human, sir.
Very well.
Doctor, Counselor.
Lieutenant Worf
escort this young man to quarters.
He is to be confined there until further notice.
Yes, Doctor.
Why are you here, Klingon, with them?
Did they capture you, too?
They are not my captors.
They are my comrades.
Why do you take orders from a female?
Dr. Crusher.
She is my superior officer.
Among my people, a female can never outrank a man.
You are human.
And among humans
females can achieve anything the males can.
I am no more human than you are.
I am Talarian.
You are confused.
( wailing )
Stop that!
( stops abruptly )
I will make the B'Nar-- the mourning--
until I am back with my brothers.
( wailing )
( wailing stops and starts )
By matching DNA gene types
Starfleet was able to identify the boy as Jeremiah Rossa.
Rossa?
As in Admiral Rossa?
She is his grandmother, Captain.
He was born 14 years ago
on the Federation colony, Galen IV.
His parents, Connor and Moira Rossa, were killed
three years, nine months later
when their colony was overrun by Talarian forces.
I remember. There were no survivors.
The boy was listed
as missing and presumed dead.
I know another Rossa
who was killed in action at the Krasner outpost.
Tragedy seems to follow that family.
The Admiral lost both her sons.
Well, now she'll have something to celebrate.
Captain, if Jeremiah is returned
to his family in his present condition
it will be a wrenching experience for everyone
especially for him.
He needs to rediscover his identity
make some connection with his roots.
I agree.
Do what you can to accomplish that, Counselor.
I don't think I can do anything, Captain.
Why not?
CRUSHER: Troi's right.
It's very clear that the boy
does not respond well to women.
The Talarians are a rigidly patriarchal society, sir.
Jeremiah needs to build a relationship with a man--
a father figure with whom he can explore his origins.
And I think it should be you, Captain.
Oh, no, Counselor.
Oh, no, Counselor, I don't think so.
He needs someone who is trained in these matters.
You are the only person
with whom he has shown any connection.
If he is to find his... humanity
then you are the only one who can help him.
It's up to you, Captain.
( sighs )
( wailing )
Jono.
Jono, why do you make that noise?
It is the custom of my people when we are in distress.
Isn't it also the custom of your people
to listen to the wishes of their Captain?
Yes.
Then, as Captain
of the Starship Enterprise
I ask you not to make that sound.
Yes, sir.
Oh, good.
Well, now that's cleared up
let's, um...
let's, uh...
let's get acquainted, shall we?
Uh, what do you think of your room?
I know it's, uh... it's a little sterile
but if there's anything you would like...
Um... pictures, perhaps?
Games?
This is a cage.
I'm still your captive.
Oh, no. Not at all.
I thought you'd be comfortable here.
Are you going to return me to my Captain?
We will rendezvous with the Warship Q'Maire
at 0740 hours.
We will transfer the Talarians
to Captain Endar.
Including me?
We'll discuss your situation with Captain Endar.
I don't like this place.
We could find some other quarters.
I've always lived with my Captain.
Ah.
Yes, well, that wouldn't work here.
Well, I'm sure you'll see
there's nothing here to appeal to a young person.
Put that down, please.
It's Klingon.
Yes. Would you put it back where you got it?
Uh...
Well...
Here we are, eh, Jono?
I notice you haven't taken off your gloves.
Not here.
Why not?
So that I don't have to touch an alien.
Jono, your Captain, Endar...
has he ever hurt you?
Inflicted pain?
Pain is not a consideration.
Then he has.
I did not say that.
Don't you understand?
Pain is not what matters.
Passing the tests is everything.
Is that what they are-- tests of pain?
You understand nothing.
It's true, I don't fully understand Talarians
but you are not Talarian.
I will not listen to this.
I will not listen to your lies.
( sighs )
( door chimes )
Come.
You wanted to see me, Captain?
Yes, Counselor.
Please, come in. Sit down.
You're probably not aware of this
but I've never been particularly comfortable
around children.
Really?
For some reason, they just don't seem to respond to me.
I see.
Frankly, I think that my time would be best served
carrying out the duties and responsibilities
of a Starfleet Captain.
Seldom have I heard an explanation so...
well-rehearsed.
Look, Counselor, I...
I just feel that I'm not the right person for this job.
Strange, isn't it?
You'll travel light-years
dodge asteroid storms, brave hostile aliens
and yet, when asked to assume a parental role, you cringe.
Why do you suppose that is?
I'm not cringing.
I'm just...
acknowledging my limitations.
When you were a child, did you have any friends?
Other children you played with?
I don't think that this
has anything to do with anything.
( clears throat )
Well, perhaps it was because...
This is foolish.
What were you going to say?
It's just that...
ever since I was a child, I've always known
exactly what I wanted to do-- be a member of Starfleet.
Nothing else mattered to me.
Virtually my entire youth was spent
in the pursuit of that goal.
In fact...
I probably skipped my childhood altogether.
You know, Captain
almost no one is born being a good parent.
Most people just have to muddle through
and do the best that they can.
Are you saying that's what I'm going to have to do?
Yes.
And you might be surprised at just how good you can be.
( sighs )
( muffled, discordant string music playing )
( music playing loudly )
Computer!
Turn off that noise!
( music stops )
Computer, what...?
What was that?
The Alba Ra, a contemporary Talarian musical form.
Jono?
Jono, where are you?
You turned off my music.
Yes, I most certainly did
and I expect it to stay turned off.
Would you come down from there?
I see you made yourself at home.
I cannot rest on your beds.
They hurt my back.
Will you come here?
There's something I want to show you.
Those are Connor
and Moira Rossa.
They are your parents.
The baby...
is you.
Jeremiah Rossa.
My name is Jono.
Well, you were born Jeremiah
on Galen IV.
The colony was destroyed later
during a border skirmish.
Hmm.
See?
You knew how to laugh once.
Do you remember
any of this, Jono?
Your parents, your home?
I know that Endar rescued me.
He told me so.
Jono, your parents were killed by the Talarians.
It was war.
Death is part of war.
RIKER: Captain?
Yes, what is it, Number One?
We've established visual contact with the Warship Q'Maire.
Endar!
Hey! Hey!
You... stay put.
I'm on my way, Number One.
MAN: Get to cover!
WOMAN: I can't leave you!
( phasers zapping )
MAN: Take Jeremiah. Get to the forest.
I'll hold them off.
WOMAN: No! No! Come with us!
MAN: No!
BOY ( sobbing ): Mama! Mama!
WOMAN ( sobbing ): Jeremiah... Jeremiah!
( explosions and screams )
( boy sobbing )
Mama...
( sobbing fades )
Status, Mr. Data?
Q'Maire at station.
Holding steady at bearing 013 mark 015.
Distance-- 506 kilometers.
Are its weapons systems active?
Negative, sir.
Captain Endar requests an open channel, sir.
On screen.
I am Captain Endar of the Warship Q'Maire.
To whom am I speaking?
Captain Jean-Luc Picard
of the Federation Starship Enterprise.
We have rescued four crew members
from your observation craft.
They have received medical attention.
They are ready for transport.
Your actions are duly noted.
We will forward coordinates for immediate transport.
You're welcome, I'm sure.
One moment, Captain.
We've also discovered a human among your crew.
Jono.
Actually, his name
is Jeremiah...
Jeremiah Rossa.
What is his condition?
Is he injured?
He was not wounded in the mishap
but as a representative of the Federation
I require an explanation.
Why has this child been held in your custody
for so many years?
No explanation is warranted, Captain.
He is my son.
Captain's Log, supplemental.
Captain Endar's claim that Jeremiah Rossa is his son
is clearly unacceptable.
However, to avoid escalating tensions
I have invited the Talarian leader
to come aboard the Enterprise
so that we may address the issue face-to-face.
Yes, I was in charge of the force
that repelled the trespassers on Galen IV.
I must say, your Federation troops
fought tenaciously.
Among them, Connor and Moira Rossa.
I suppose.
After the battle, I found
this squalling child huddled by a body.
of a young woman, his mother, presumably.
There was almost no one left alive on Galen IV.
Was I to leave him screaming over his mother's body?
You should have notified the Federation authorities.
To conceal him was a clear violation of our agreement.
I took him in accordance with my people's traditions.
What tradition is it
that empowered you to capture a helpless child?
I lost my son at the hands of humans
during the conflict over Castal I.
Talarian custom allows me
to claim the son of a slain enemy.
Does that custom extend
to brutalizing the surrogate son?
What are you talking about?
Our medical officer discovered evidence of injuries so severe
they might be considered torture.
Nonsense.
I've never harmed Jono.
Then explain the fractured ribs, concussion, broken arm.
( laughs )
Broken arm.
Youth!
Have you ever been a father, Picard?
Have you ever had a son desperately trying
to win your approval, your respect?
Jono broke his ribs riding on a t'stayan.
Six hooves, a very powerful beast.
The arm...
in a contest with other youths.
He endured the pain
and won the competition.
One day, he will be a great warrior.
Doesn't he deserve to become more than that?
His true heritage is human, Endar.
A heritage long since forgotten.
While onboard, you are welcome to supervise
the return of your crew
but I cannot allow Jeremiah Rossa
to be returned to your custody.
His true family are waiting for him on Earth.
Ah.
Then under no circumstances
will I allow your ship to leave our territory.
I have already reported our position
and the nature of this violation to Starfleet.
And I've already called
for reserve forces into this sector.
Are you saying that you are willing
to go to war over this boy?
Would you not, for your only son?
We have been at peace for many years.
Let us not rush headlong into war.
Then help me to avoid it.
If you will allow me to see Jono
it will be clear to you I have been a good father.
He's grown up happy in my keeping.
So, you think it would it be unwise to let Endar see Jono?
I think it might be dangerous.
Abusers can have subtle
but powerful influence over their victims.
You see, I'm not convinced the boy has been abused, Doctor.
I've talked with the father
and, if I'm any judge of character
I would say that he cares deeply for the boy's welfare.
I sense awakening memories in the boy.
This is a very fragile time for Jono.
If we send away the man he calls "father"
without even letting them see each other
how would we ever gain his trust?
Yes.
There is something else to keep in mind.
We are deep in Talarian territory.
A semblance of diplomacy is called for.
I'm going to agree to the meeting.
All I ask is that the visit be supervised.
Don't let them be alone together.
Agreed.
Endar.
Jono, my son.
Have they treated you well?
Yes, Captain.
Except...
Except what?
I was forbidden to make the B'Nar.
Ah.
That's all right.
I know you've mourned in your heart.
Well, Jono...
what do you think of these humans?
They look like me.
They want to keep you, you know.
Yes, I know.
You've reached the Age of Decision.
What is your choice?
Do you want to stay?
No.
Of course not.
Then you shall not.
I'm returning to the Q'Maire.
I will give the humans a choice.
If they do not make the one we know is right
it may lead to war.
You may die.
I am ready to die.
WORF: Captain, sensors indicate
two warships approaching
from the opposite direction along the border.
Mr. Data, what's their offensive potential?
( beeping )
Talarian warships are limited
to neutral particle weapons
high-energy X-ray lasers and Merculite rockets.
No match for the Enterprise, Captain.
Mm-hmm.
The last thing I want is to be forced
into destroying one of their ships.
They won't back off.
They've been willing to fight to the death in past encounters.
The lines are being drawn.
All this for a chosen son.
Captain, is it worth it to go to war over a child?
CRUSHER: You might not ask that, Lieutenant
if it was your child.
There must be a way to avoid this.
If we can just reach Jono, help him make
some connections with his origins
he may choose to come with us.
Do you really think Endar would go along with that?
If Endar respects
Talarian custom, he may have to.
According to their tradition
a male child of 14 has reached the Age of Decision.
He then undergoes a ceremony of initiation
after which, he has the freedom to make his own choices.
Endar's entire claim on Jono is based on Talarian custom.
He'd have a hard time backing away from it now.
Captain, there is a subspace communication
from Starfleet Command.
On screen.
Sir, the message is for Jeremiah Rossa.
Have the boy brought to my ready room.
Jeremiah...
my name is Connaught Rossa.
I am your father's mother.
I wish we could talk in person, but that will have to wait.
When I heard the miracle that you were alive
I wanted to reach out to you as soon as possible.
I find myself wondering what you look like.
All I can do is imagine your father at your age.
You come from a family that would make you proud.
Many of them have given their lives
to bring peace to the galaxy.
You are the last of the Rossas.
I was so very thankful when you were given back to us
to carry on the line.
Your grandfather and I will greet you
with all the love in our hearts.
Have a safe journey home, Jeremiah.
She wears a Starfleet uniform.
Yes.
What is her rank?
She is an Admiral.
She outranks you?
Yes.
If I were home now, I would go to the brae
and run along the river as fast as I could!
Jono...
I can't do any of the things that calm me here.
You won't let me have my music.
You won't let me make the B'Nar.
I feel if I stay still much longer, I will die.
Jono...
let me show you what I do when I have these feelings.
Come on.
Now, you can serve from within either of these two sections
by bouncing the ball and hitting it
into that top center target.
Now you have to return the ball before it bounces twice.
All right?
Let's try it.
( phaser-like zapping )
Hmm, not bad.
I win at all the games.
I can believe it.
( indistinct shouting voices )
( blasts and explosions )
Jono?
You all right?
I'm fine.
( phaser-like zapping resumes )
( zapping continues )
( Jono grunting )
( indistinct shouting voices )
( explosions, phasers firing )
( Jeremiah crying )
MOIRA: Jeremiah! Jeremiah!
JEREMIAH: Mama!
No!
Mama!
It's all right. It's all right.
( sobbing )
She was all red.
I cried...
but she didn't answer me.
( sobbing )
She used to sing to me.
I don't remember the melody...
just the sound of her voice.
( sighs )
Before I remembered these things
I was strong.
And now...
It's part of being human, Jono.
But as deeply as you feel hurt
you can also feel joy.
I do not think so.
I think I will always feel like this.
( conversation and laughter )
How was the racquetball?
Oh, he gave me quite a game for his first time out.
Yes, Captain.
I'm looking forward to next time.
I'm sure you are. Sit down.
What would you like?
What is that?
This is called a banana split.
It's quite possibly one of the greatest things in the universe.
Here, try some.
That is called a spoon.
( laughing )
Forgive me.
( laughing continues )
I-I fail to understand why this is amusing.
Access your data banks under "humor"
subheading "slapstick."
Comedy stressing farce and horseplay.
Ah, this, no doubt, is a variation
on "pie in the face."
Now do you see why it's funny?
No, sir.
But I will take your word for it.
This is very amusing.
Let's try this again.
I'd like a fresh banana split
and another one for my friend here.
Right away.
( Jono chuckling )
Look at him.
He's a different person.
Who would have thought
we'd ever see him laugh out loud like that?
Just half an hour ago, he was crying like a baby.
( yells )
Two bleeders, single-plane penetration.
I need the autosuture here.
WOMAN: Yes, Doctor.
Looks like the blade hit the sternum and was deflected.
It could have been a lot worse.
It wasn't a dream?
I'm afraid not.
No vital organs pierced.
No major arteries.
Where's the boy now?
Worf has him in Security.
Hold still.
I want to see him.
Here, now.
He'll wait until I'm finished.
Talarian warships converging.
Range... 500 kilometers.
On screen.
Any communication, Lieutenant Worf?
No, sir. We have an open channel.
Commander, the warships' closing velocities are slowing.
Staggered approach vectors, bearing zero
120 and 240 degrees.
Riker to La Forge.
La Forge here, sir.
The Talarians are moving
into attack posture, classic triangular envelopment.
I've tapped the impulse engines for additional power to shields.
We're ready, Commander.
Commander, the Captain of the Q'Maire
requests communication.
Here we go.
On screen.
Captain Picard, have you made your decision?
This is Commander Riker.
What are your intentions, Captain Endar?
Where is Captain Picard?
He has been injured.
I am in command now.
Very well.
Please prepare my son for immediate transport.
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
Last night, Jono attacked Captain Picard
and tried to murder him.
We're holding him in custody.
If he had been returned to me with the others
this would never have happened.
I hold you responsible for this incident.
He will have to come with us now, Endar.
It is up to Starfleet to decide the consequences.
I do not accept that decision.
I repeat...
you will prepare my son for immediate transport.
If he is not aboard the Q'Maire in five minutes...
you will suffer the consequences.
Red Alert.
( alarm sounds )
Talarian vessels routing power to forward rockets.
Ready all weapons, Mr. Worf.
( hushed voices )
Jono...
why did you do it?
That does not matter.
Yes, I think it does.
It matters to me.
What matters is that I have attacked a Captain.
I am ready to be put to death.
You think you're going to be killed?
To attack a superior is the worst offense.
I will die at your hands.
Jono...
you're not going to die at my hands or anyone else's.
But I've committed a terrible crime.
What I want to know is why?
( sighs )
You seemed so happy just a few hours ago.
I was.
But then I thought about my father.
I felt I had betrayed him.
I'd be throwing away all that he'd given me--
all that I'd learned from him--
my home, running along the river
playing in the games
sharing victory with my brothers.
All the things that are part of my life.
As I grew closer and closer...
to you
I knew that meant leaving more and more of that life behind.
Forgive me, Captain
but I cannot allow myself to do that.
The Q'Maire is requesting
communications on a secure channel.
On screen.
ENDAR: Commander Riker
you have failed to transport my son aboard the Q'Maire.
Our intentions have not changed, Endar.
We're returning him to Starfleet.
I regret your stubbornness.
Much will be lost.
( door opens )
PICARD: One moment, Captain.
Captain Endar...
last night, Jono...
attacked me with a dagger.
Which he could not have done
had he been returned to me with the others.
There was a crime committed onboard this ship
but it was not Jono's, it was mine.
When we found Jono
it seemed so clear what had to be done.
We knew that if we could only persuade him
to make the decision to stay
then you would most likely let him.
So with the best of intentions
we tried to convince him
and in so doing...
we thoroughly failed to listen to his feelings
to his needs.
That was the crime
and it has taken a huge toll
on a strong and a very... noble young man.
And it must be rectified.
He will return home
to the only home he's ever known
and to the father that he loves.
To you, Endar.
Thank you, Captain.
Please transmit coordinates for immediate transport.
Good-bye, Jono.
Good-bye, Captain.
Thank you.
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