Council isn't sitting out here; we are. Patience. Diplomacy is a very exacting occupation. We will wait. Captain... Raising shields. - No! - Captain... Tactical analysis, Mr. Worf. 52 disruptor banks, 27 photon torpedo bays primary and secondary shields. She's a predator. We are being hailed. On screen. Enterprise, we are the Reman Warbird Scimitar. Praetor Shinzon, I'm pleased... I am not Shinzon. I am his Viceroy. We are sending transport coordinates. Not very chatty. Away team to Transporter Room 4. I hope you'll forgive the darkness. We are not comfortable in the light. Praetor Shinzon? Captain Picard. Jean-Luc Picard. I'd always imagined you a little taller. Isn't that odd? You may scan me without subterfuge, Commander Data. You are not as we imagined you. No? You are human. Why have you asked us to come here? Praetor? I've never met a human woman before. I'm only half human. Deanna Troi... of Betazed. Empathic and telepathic abilities, Ship's Counselor... all this I knew, but I never knew you were so... beautiful. You seem quite familiar with our personnel. Oh, I am, Commander Riker. May I touch your hair? We came to Romulus on a matter we were assured was of great importance. If you have anything to say to us as representatives of the Federation, I suggest you do it now. Yes. I'm sorry, Captain. There is so much we need to talk about. I would be interested to know what we are talking about. Unity, Captain. Tearing down the walls between us, to recognize that we are one. I'm talking of the thing that makes us the same... peace. We want peace. Right now, you're thinking, "This all sounds too good to be true." But you're also thinking that the chance for peace is too promising to ignore. Am I right? Yes. Then perhaps it's time to add some illumination to our discussion. Computer, raise the lighting four levels. When I was very young, I was stricken with an odd disease. I developed a hypersensitivity to sound. Even the slightest whisper caused me agony. No one could do anything about it. Finally, I was taken to a doctor who had some experience of Terran illnesses and he diagnosed me with Shalaft's syndrome. Do you know of it, Captain? Yes. Then you know it's a very rare syndrome. Genetic. Apparently, all the male members of a family have it. Eventually, I was treated, and now I can hear as well as you can, Captain. I can see as well as you can. I can feel... everything you feel. In fact, I feel exactly what you feel... don't I, Jean-Luc? Come to dinner... tomorrow on Romulus, just the two of us. Or should I say... just the one of us? I think you'll be wanting this. Till tomorrow then, Captain. We have much to discuss. Computer, return lighting to previous level. There's no doubt, Captain... right down to your aggressive strain of Shalaft's syndrome. He's a clone. They probably used a hair follicle or a skin cell. Why? I intend to find out, Number One. Inform Starfleet of the situation. I need to know where the hell he came from. Counselor. We supported you, Shinzon, when you assassinated the Senate. You told us the timing was perfect for an attack on the Federation. I don't understand why now, you delay. You don't have to understand. And bringing the Enterprise here... What possible purpose could that serve? I have a purpose. Then perhaps you'll enlighten us. Silence from you! You really must learn patience, Commander. Spend 18 hours every day under the lash of a Romulan guard, and you'll soon understand patience. Now go. Commander Donatra. Please, remain. There's a word I want you to consider: allegiance. It's something I demand from those who serve me. Do I serve you? Yes. And I think, faithfully. Commander Suran, on the other hand... gives me pause. Here's another word, Praetor: trust. Do you trust me? How far does that trust extend? How... ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Охота в одиночку на английском - текст Суинни Тодд, маньяк-парикмахер с Флит Стрит на английском - текст Артур 2 на английском - текст Деловые люди на английском - текст Дневник его жены на английском |