understand.
I'd better get going.
I got duty in half an hour.
Captain's log, stardate 47566. 7.
We have reached the coordinates
in Federation space
where Ensign Sito's escape pod
was to have rendezvoused with us.
However, we have been waiting
for over 30 hours
and there is no sign of her.
Report.
We completed a long-range scan.
The pod isn't out there.
It is possible that
we are unable to distinguish the pod
from the inorganic matter in space.
Try narrowing the scan.
See if you pick up bio signs.
Sir, it would help if I knew
what life signs to look for.
You're scanning
for Bajoran life signs.
Yes, sir.
Nothing yet.
The pod is 32 hours overdue.
Sir, I recommend we launch a probe
to increase the range of our sweeps.
Launching a probe into Cardassian
space would be a treaty violation.
Mr Worf, prepare a probe
and launch when ready.
Aye, sir.
Probe launched.
Sir, I am detecting debris 200,000
kilometres inside Cardassian space.
Its mass and composition indicate
it could be the remains
of a Federation escape pod.
Captain's log, supplemental.
We have intercepted
a Cardassian report
stating that a Bajoran prisoner
escaped her captor
and was killed in an evacuation pod
as she tried to leave
Cardassian space.
To all Starfleet personnel,
this is the Captain.
It is my sad duty to inform you
that a member of the crew,
Ensign Sito Jaxa,
has been lost in the line of duty.
She was the finest example
of a Starfleet officer
and a young woman
of remarkable courage
and strength of character.
Her loss will be deeply felt
by all who knew her.
Picard out.
Are you OK?
- I just got promoted.
- Congratulations.
Thanks.
It just doesn't feel right.
For all I know, she was going to get
the promotion instead of me.
- You shouldn't feel that way.
- She'd be happy for you.
The best way to remember her would
be to excel in your new position.
We're proud of you.
Excuse me, sir.
I need to move this table.
- What?
- There's an empty seat over there.
I appreciate
what you're trying to do,
but it is not appropriate.
You were her friends.
I was only her commanding officer.
Sir, I happen to know
that she considered you a friend.Bridge Officer's log,
stardate 47611.2.
Dr Beverly Crusher reporting.
We have rendezvoused
with Troi's shuttlecraft.
She has just returned from
a class reunion on Starbase 231.
Send a message to Cmdr Data
and inform him of our delay.
Aye, sir.
- Deanna, welcome back.
- Thank you.
I was just reporting in. I didn't
expect anyone to be up but Data.
Data's away on assignment.
A Federation deep-space probe went
off course and crashed on Barkon IV.
Some of the material was radioactive,
so Data was sent to recover it
before contamination spread.
- Isn't Barkon IV inhabited?
- Yes. It's a pre-industrial society.
But the probe crashed 100 kilometres
from any settlement,
so Data shouldn't have any contact
with the Barkonians.
- So, how was the reunion?
- Fine.
It was good to see some old friends.
I'd lost touch with most of them.
It's interesting to see the different
paths some of their lives have taken.
Beverly, you don't usually watch the
bridge, even when Data's not here.
I volunteered tonight.
I like to put in a little bridge time
now and then,
stay on top of operations,
technical procedures.
The truth is, I like it.
Not every doctor gets to command a
starship, even if it is night shift.
May I ask you a personal question?
Why did you decide
to become Commander?
I mean, you don't need the rank in
order to be Chief Medical Officer.
So, why put yourself through
all the extra work?
I don't know.
I never used to think about rank.
It seemed trivial
compared to being a doctor.
But then, about eight years ago,
I started to feel like I wanted
to stretch myself a little.
Commander, there's no response
from Cmdr Data.
Continue sending him updates
on our schedule.
- Aye, sir.
- Is something wrong?
No. I wanted to