Federation Council.
The issue of Dorvan V
must be reopened.
I made that request two days ago.
The answer was no.
I'm sorry, but you have your orders.
Starfleet out.
So much for your reprieve.
Anthwara believes
that I am responsible
for the crimes of one
of my ancestors against his people.
- Do you believe that?
- No, of course not.
I respect his belief.
But I do not see how it can have
bearing on this mission.
But even so,
I can't help wondering...
...if a dark chapter in my family's
history is about to be repeated.
If those people
take up arms against us,
then I cannot foresee
the consequences.
Mr Worf, come in here.
Aye, sir.
Mr Worf, will you begin preparations
to remove the inhabitants?
Aye, sir.
Wesley.
- Dad?
- You've reached the end.
- The end of what?
- This journey.
One you started a long time ago.
- When I left you and your mother.
- You mean, when you died.
You set out on a journey
that wasn't your own.
Now it's time to find a path
that is truly yours.
Don't follow me any further.
- I don't understand.
- Yes, you do.
It's just hard for you to accept.
Goodbye, Wesley, and good luck.
Dad, wait.
Mr Crusher.
- Are you alright?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
Lay a confinement beam
to the southeast. Be discreet.
We do not wish to alarm these people.
Worf. What are you doing?
We are laying out transporter
coordinates for a security perimeter.
It may be necessary
to remove these people by force.
Worf.
We can't do this.
These people deserve better
than to be removed from their homes.
I understand, but...
Do you know what they're doing?
Preparing to beam you to their ship.
You're not gonna let them do that?
No, we won't.
Leave now.
Inexcusable.
You defied the orders
of the ranking officer.
You put the lives of the away team
in jeopardy.
You made an already tense situation
worse.
Your actions reflect very badly
on this ship and on that uniform.
I want an explanation, Mr Crusher,
and I want it now.
What you're doing down there
is wrong.
These people
are not some random group.
They are a unique culture
that predates the Federation.
But my orders...
I know that Admiral Nechayev
gave you an order.
She was given an order
from the Federation.
It's still wrong.
That decision is not yours to make,
Cadet.
I don't know
what has got into you lately.
Frankly, I don't care.
I will tell you this,
while you wear that uniform,
you will obey every order.
You will conform to Starfleet
regulations. Is that clear?
Yes, sir, it is.
But I won't
be wearing this uniform any longer.
I'm resigning from the Academy.
- Riker to Captain.
- Go ahead.
Gul Evek wants to discuss
the situation on the surface.
Let him come aboard.
I'll see him in here.
Aye, sir.
Why are you doing this?
I told you. Starfleet isn't for me.
Look, I can't stop you
from throwing away your life,
but you are going to explain it
to me first.
You owe me that much.
I saw Dad today.
He told me not to follow him.
You what?
I was participating in
an Indian ritual. I had a vision.
Dad came to me
and told me not to follow him.
He said I had to find my own path.
Is that what this is all about?
A vision told you
to leave the Academy,
- And now you're packing your bags?
- No.
No, it's more than that. I've known
I needed to do this for a long time.
I haven't been able to admit it.
You said being at the Academy was
the best thing that happened to you.
I know. For while, it was.
But as time went on,
and graduation got closer,
I started feeling really depressed.
I thought it was the workload or
the stress of being away from home,
but it didn't go away,
it just got worse.
Why didn't you ever say anything?
I didn't want to disappoint you
or Capt Picard or my friends.
You guys were so proud of me.
I'd be proud of you no matter
what you were doing.
I love you.
I know, Mom.
I guess the truth is that I was
afraid of disappointing myself.
I never questioned
being