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Shields up! Rrrrred alert!

You enjoyed that. They were just sucked into space. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? and attack the Romulans. Travel time to the nearest starbase? We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone.

The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Congratulations - you just destroyed the Enterprise. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named "Enterprise."

This is not about revenge. This is about justice. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Why don't we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night - 'Commander'? Your shields were failing, sir. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Besides, you look good in a dress.

I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Talk about going nowhere fast.

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Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Wouldn't that bring about chaos?

I'll alert the crew.

Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a swamp. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Earl Grey tea, watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion? We have a saboteur aboard. Computer, lights up! How long can two people talk about nothing?

This should be interesting. You did exactly what you had to do. You considered all your options, you tried every alternative and then you made the hard choice. I am your worst nightmare! In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. You're going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Well, that's certainly good to know.

Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody.

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I got tired of hearing how young I looked. What? We're not at all alike! The Federation's gone; the Borg is everywhere! Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Sorry, Data. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh.

Now we know what they mean by 'advanced' tactical training. I'll be sure to note that in my log. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Ensign Babyface! I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew.

But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir. Computer, belay that order. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone I've had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them.

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