Star Trek 9: Insurrection

There he is! Let's get him.

Come on.

Verifying materialization sequence.

Bring up resolution on radar unit 12.

-Area 7 to Command. -Go ahead.

We could use another survey team out here, sir.

Base to Ensign McCauley and Ensign Gilles.

Please report to Area 7 and assist the edaphology team.

Acknowledged.

Transferring anthropometric data files to secondary processor.

-Ethnographic studies indicate 97%... -The ecological analysis...

Still working on correlating that unidentified...

The comparative linguistic analysis is complete, sir.

Admiral Dougherty is waiting for this. Transmit it to the ship.

Alert! Area 12!

-The android, he's out of control. -Report.

He's headed toward the village. We're trying to stop him.

Over there!

Magnify.

Hold your fire.

What is it? What's happening?

Base to Commander Data.

Rerouting micro-hydraulic power distribution.

-Regulating thermal overload. -Data, report to Base immediately!

Transferring positronic matrix functions. Engaging secondary protocol.

He's trying to remove the headpiece.

All field units, intercept the android.

Artim, Artim, it's all right.

Get inside. Now.

Find shelter. Everyone, get inside. Now. Back to your homes! Move it!

Now! Move!

Secondary protocol is active.

-They can see him. -Stop him! Now!

Commander Data, stand down. That's an order! I repeat, stand down!

Who are they?

It's an M-Class planet. Population, 300 million.

-Say the greeting again. -Yew-cheen chef-faw.

Emphasis on the "cheen" and the "faw."

You either need a new uniform or a new neck.

My collar size is exactly as it was at the Academy.

Of course it is.

Our guests have arrived.

They are eating the floral arrangements on the banquet tables.

I guess they don't believe in cocktails before dinner.

Oh, my God! Are they vegetarian? That's not in there.

Perhaps we should have the chef whip up a light balsamic vinaigrette,

something that goes well with chrysanthemums.

-Bridge to Captain Picard. -Go ahead, Ensign.

Command wants to know our ETA at the Goren system.

The Goren system?

They need us to mediate some territorial dispute.

No, no.

We can't delay the archeological expedition to Hanoran II.

That'll put us right in the middle of the monsoon season.

-Captain. -Thank you.

The diplomatic corps is busy with Dominion negotiations.

Yes. So they need us to put out one more brush fire.

Can anyone remember when we used to be explorers?

-Deck 10. -Yew-cheen chef-faw.

Remember, they have a significantly less advanced technology than ours.

They only achieved warp drive last year.

And the Federation Council decided to make them a protectorate so quickly.

In view of our losses to the Borg and the Dominion,

the Council feels we need all the allies we can get these days.

Captain on deck.

You'll be expected to dance with the Regent Cuzar.

-Can she mambo? -Very funny.

The Captain used to cut quite a rug.

La Forge to Picard.

Captain, I need to talk to you before the reception.

-Captain. Doctor. -Mr. Worf!

-Worf. -What the hell are you doing here?

-I was at the Manzar colony... -He's a little late, Geordi.

-Can it wait? -I don't think so.

Excuse me. Tell him that I'm already here,

and I'll talk to him when he arrives. Mr. Worf, I have...

Geordi, the Captain would like you to come up here.

Tell him we've received a communiqué from Admiral Dougherty. It's about Data.

Yew-cheen chef-faw, Regent Cuzar. Welcome aboard the Enterprise.

Captain Picard,

may I welcome you in the time-honored tradition of my people?

We are so honored to be accepted within the great Federation family.

-We have a dance later, I believe. -I look forward to it.

-Counselor. -Nice bead work.

Captain. Excuse me. Captain.

Captain, Admiral Dougherty is aboard a Son'a ship in Sector 441.

-He's requesting Data's schematics. -Is something wrong?

The message doesn't say.

Data should have been back by now.

They were only scheduled to observe the Ba'ku village for one week.

Geordi, would you set up a secure comm link

-with the Admiral in the anteroom? -Aye, sir.

Captain, Hars Adislo.

We met at the Nel Bato Conference last year.

Did you ever have a chance to read my paper

on thermionic transconductance?

Would you excuse me?

He's not acknowledging any Starfleet protocols,

not responding to any of our hails.

Have you any idea what precipitated this behavior?

None. Now he's holding our people hostage down there.

Well, the Enterprise could be at your position in two days, Admiral.

That's probably not a good idea.

Your ship hasn't been fitted for this region.

There are environmental concerns.

What kind of concerns?

We haven't fully identified the anomalies yet.

They're calling this whole area the Briar Patch.

Took us a day to reach a location

where we could even get a signal to you.

Just get me Data's schematics. I'll keep you informed. Dougherty out.

-His emotion chip? -He didn't take it with him.

-Send the Admiral Data's schematics. -Aye, sir.

-Yes, sir? -Ensign, would you report to the galley

and tell the chef to skip the fish course?

Aye, sir.

I would like our guests to depart as soon as etiquette allows.

I'm going to ask Worf to delay his return to DS9 so that he can join us.

We're gonna stop by Sector 441 on our way to the Goren system.

-They are in opposite directions, sir. -Are they?

I never should have let you talk me into that duck blind in the first place.

Your Federation procedures have made this mission

ten times as difficult as it needed to be.

Our procedures were in place to protect the planet's population

from unnecessary risk.

Planet's population, 600 people.

If you want to avoid unnecessary risks, next time, leave your android at home.

Bridge to Ahdar Ru'afo. We are approaching the planet.

Take us into a high orbit.

Lie down, Admiral. The girls'll take 20 years off your face.

-Another time, perhaps. -Your self-restraint puzzles me, Admiral.

You continue to deny yourself every benefit this mission has to offer.

I prefer to wait until we can share the benefits

with all the people of the Federation.

-Report. -Phaser blast. Unknown origin.

Raise shields.

-Take us out of orbit. -Photon torpedoes. Brace for impact.

-The vessel has broken off pursuit, sir. -Visual contact.

That's our ship.

Captain, we're about to lose all communications with Starfleet.

Do you have everything you need from Command?

I've downloaded all the files on the duck blind mission

-and the Son'a. -You have two days to become experts.

Mr. Worf, our job is to come up with a plan to safely capture Data.

I've already had Commander La Forge modify this tricorder

with one of Data's actuation servos.

Its operational range is only 4 meters, but it will shut him down.

Good to have you back, Mr. Worf.

Slow to one-third. Take us in.

Half a century ago, they conquered two primitive races,

the Tarlac and the Ellora,

and then integrated them into their culture as a labor class.

Look at this.

The Son'a are known to have produced

mass quantities of the narcotic ketracel-white.

Their ships are rumored to be equipped

with isolytic subspace weapons

outlawed by the Second Khitomer Accord.

Why would we be involved with these people?

Good question.

-You haven't done that in a long time. -What?

-What you're doing to my neck. -Was I doing something to your neck?

Bridge to Commander Worf.

-Worf! -Captain.

I don't know how they do it on Deep Space Nine,

but on the Enterprise, we still report for duty on time.

-Sorry, sir. I'm on my way. -We'll skip the court-martial this time.

Picard out.

When was the last time we aligned the torque sensors?

-Two months ago, sir. -They don't sound right.

The torque sensors are out of alignment by 12 microns.

You could hear that?

When I was an ensign, I could detect a three-micron misalignment.

Excuse me, sir. The Son'a ship with Admiral Dougherty aboard

has entered tracking range.

Straighten your baldric, Commander. On screen.

Captain, I wasn't expecting you.

This is too important for the Enterprise to be on the sidelines, Admiral.

I wish I had better news.

Commander Data attacked us in a mission scout ship yesterday.

Ru'afo and I have decided to send in an assault team.

Commander Worf and I are working on several tactical plans to see...

Your android has turned dangerously violent, Captain.

Considerable damage was done to my ship. He must be destroyed.

I know what Data means to Starfleet, Jean-Luc,

but our crew is at the mercy of those people on the planet.

If our first attempt to capture Data fails,

I will terminate him.

I should be the one to do it. I'm his captain and his friend.

All right, you have 12 hours, Captain. Then I want you out of the Briar Patch.

In the meantime, we'll head out to the perimeter

to call for Son'a reinforcements in case you fail.

-Understood. -Good luck, Captain. Dougherty out.

Sensors are not picking up any ships coming from the surface.

Transmit a wideband covariant signal. That ought to get his attention.

He must be using the planet's rings to mask his approach.

The metaphasic radiation from the rings is in a state of extreme flux.

We'll steer clear of those.

Come out, come out, wherever you are

Sir?