What do you think, Data?
A long-Iost relative?
I read six distinct positronic signatures,
spread out over a few kilometres.
- What about the population?
- Isolated pockets of humanoids.
It appears to be a pre-warp civilisation
in early industrial development.
I wouldn't recommend the transporter.
That ion storm doesn't look neighbourly.
- It could head our way without warning.
- Understood.
- Data, Mr Worf, you're with me.
- I needn't remind you...
I appreciate your concern, Number One,
but I've been itching to try the Argo.
I'll bet.
Captain's prerogative.
There's no foreseeable danger.
And your wife wouldn't forgive me
if anything happened to you.
You have the bridge... Mr Troi.
I am puzzled by the human predilection
for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities.
Over that rise, sir, half a kilometre.
The electromagnetic field
is disrupting my tricorder.
- We're within metres of the signal.
- Fan out. Let's search around.
- It appears to be a robotic arm.
- Very astute.
Bring it to the vehicle.
This doesn't feel right.
The final signature is 100 metres north.
- It's you.
- The resemblance is striking.
Fascinating.
To the vehicle!
I think it's time
to try some unsafe velocities.
Why do you have a shiny head?
- Conversation isn't appropriate.
- Why?
- The captain has to concentrate.
- Why?
- Because...
- Data!
Sorry, sir.
Have I said something wrong?
You know, all things considered, Data,
I think you have nicer eyes.
Our eyes are identical, Doctor.
- So what have we got, Geordi?
- Well...
...his mechanics are like Data's,
with less positronic development.
The neural pathways aren't as
sophisticated. I'd say he's a prototype.
Something Dr Soong created
prior to Data.
- Do you have a name, sir?
- I am... B-4.
B-4? Dr Soong's penchant
for whimsical names has no end.
How did you come to be
where we found you?
- I do not know.
- Do you remember anything of your life?
No. Why does the tall man
have a furry face?
Number One, keep me informed,
and Geordi, reassemble him.
- B-4, do you know who I am?
- You are me.
No. My name is Data.
I am your brother.
Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
An Alpha Priority communication from
Starfleet Command for you, Captain.
Acknowledged.
Admiral Janeway, good to see you.
Jean-Luc. How would you like
a trip to Romulus?
- With or without the fleet?
- A diplomatic mission.
We're invited, believe it or not. There's
been an internal political shake up.
The new Praetor, Shinzon,
has requested a Federation envoy.
- New Praetor?
- Here's more. He's Reman.
Believe me, we don't understand
it either. You're the closest ship.
Go and hear what he has to say.
Get the lay of the land.
An unstable Empire could
mean trouble for the quadrant.
- Understood.
- We're sending you all our intelligence.
But it's not much. I don't need to tell you
to watch your back.
- Hardly.
- The Son'a, the Borg,
the Romulans...
you get all the easy assignments.
- Just lucky, Admiral.
- Let's hope it holds. Janeway out.
Helmsman, lay in a new course.
Take us to Romulus. Warp eight.
Course laid in.
- Romulus?
- The Opal Sea will have to wait. Engage.
As you can see, one side
of Remus always faces the sun.
Due to the extreme temperatures on that
half, the Remans live on the dark side.
Little is known of the Reman homeworld,
although scans have revealed dilithium
mining and heavy weapons construction.
The Remans themselves are considered
an undesirable caste in the Empire.
They're said to be formidable warriors.
In the Dominion War, Reman troops
were used as assault forces.
- Cannon fodder.
- How did a Reman get to be Praetor?
- I don't get it.
- Romulan collaborators?
- Coup d'йtat?
- The Praetor's power is their fleet.
They must have been behind Shinzon.
What have we learned about Shinzon?
Only a part of his military record.
He is young and a capable commander.
He won 12 major engagements
in the war.
- Beyond that, we know