the probe.
Geordi, what's wrong?
Nothing.
I'm seeing my reflection in a panel.
I forgot what a handsome guy I am.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,
to explore strange new worlds...
...to seek out new life
and new civilisations...
...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.
Captain's log, stardate 47215.5.
We're answering a distress call
from the science vessel Raman,
which is trapped in the atmosphere
of an unusual gas-giant planet.
We will use an experimental interface
probe in our attempt to rescue it.
I have reviewed
the vessel's mission plans.
The Raman was
to go to the lower atmosphere,
11,000 kilometres
below its current position.
The crew was to sample the atmosphere
then return to a safer orbit.
Something must have happened.
Shield failure or some kind of
inversion reaction in the nacelles.
- Any life signs?
- Our biosensors are useless.
- Too much interference.
- The crew might still be alive.
We can't tell from up here.
Will the probe be able to transmit?
The probe's particle beam
should cut through the interference.
We may have to work at
close to tolerance levels.
Will your nervous system
be able to handle that much input?
We've already done tests
at 70-percent tolerance.
We can go higher. The safety override
will kick in at 98-percent tolerance.
- That'll disengage the interface.
- Captain.
A transmission from
Starfleet Command. Admiral Holt.
In my ready room.
The seven people on board
are our priority.
- Is the probe ready for launch?
- Yes, sir.
Send it directly
to the aft section of the Raman.
That's just one bulkhead
from the bridge.
I'll interface with the probe
- And take it from there.
- Make it so.
- Hello, Marcus.
- Jean-Luc.
How's life on DS3?
We're hosting this year's palio.
The Ferengi
have already been accused
of trying to bribe the Breen pilot
into throwing the race.
- There's nothing unusual about that.
- Nothing at all.
I wish I could say I was calling
just to catch up on things.
Nine days ago, the Hera left here
on a routine courier mission.
We were in contact with it
for five of those days.
Then it disappeared without a trace.
- The Hera?
- I'm afraid so.
The Excelsior and the Noble have been
retracing its course for 72 hours.
Nothing.
I'll keep them at it for another 72.
But to be honest, another week
would make no difference.
I'll inform Cmdr La Forge.
- I'd like a word with Cmdr La Forge.
- Aye, sir.
I will be on the bridge.
Geordi, I just spoke with Starfleet.
The Hera is missing.
Missing?
My mother?
Capt La Forge has disappeared
along with the rest of her crew.
I saw your father last week
and your sister ten days before that.
I decided I missed
my favourite son.
- Your only son, Ma.
- You'll have to see the Hera again.
We have a lot of new faces.
Our new chief engineer juices up
the nacelles every chance she gets.
I think she's
the best technician in the fleet.
OK, second best.
Come in.
- Sorry. I didn't know you were...
- Don't worry.
Maybe you should meet her.
We'll be in the same sector
next week.
Take a shuttle over
and I'll introduce you.
- She wants to find me a wife.
- See you at your father's party.
Remember, if you talk to him,
it's a surprise.
This came in about three weeks ago.
I never got back to her.
The probe has entered
the planet's atmosphere.
I'm ready to take it on board.
If you need a few days off,
I'll run the interface.
It's calibrated specifically
to my visor's inputs.
It would take ten hours to convert.
Those crewmen can't wait.
The interface doesn't have to be
fully compatible.
I wouldn't have the control you have,
but it would still work.
Forget it.
I'm the best person for the job.
We should proceed as planned.
- The Hera is reason enough.
- The Hera is missing, that's all.
Until I hear different, my mother
could have taken the crew on holiday.
Let's go.