to go on line.
I'm on my way.
Please inform
Commander La Forge.
We'll talk later.
Never saw the sun
Never saw the sun
Never saw the sun
Shining so bright...
Shining so bright
Never saw things...
Going so right.
Going so right...Senators, consider the opportunities
for the Empire.
At last the destinies of the planets
Romulus and Remus will be united.
Shinzon of Remus offers us a chance to
make ourselves
stronger than ever.
It would be madness to reject it.
I beg you not to let prejudice or politics
interfere with this alliance.
By joining Shinzon's forces with ours,
not even the Federation
- will be able to stand in our way...
- Enough!
The decision is made. The military
does not dictate policy on Romulus.
The Senate has considered
Shinzon's proposal and rejected it.
He and his followers will be met with
force and sent back to their black rock!
- Do I make myself clear?
- Yes, sir.
Praetor, I have an appointment
with the Tholian ambassador.
Of course.
Senators, are there any others
who wish to speak?
Then I call for a vote on the motion to
open trade negotiations with Celes II.
The Reman mines have not
been filling their quotas.
Consider the trade committee's findings.
As much as we don't want...
Someone alert security!
Bring back Senator Tal'Aura!
Duty. A starship captain's life
is filled with solemn duty.
I have commanded in battle, negotiated
peace between implacable enemies.
I have represented the Federation
in first contact with 27 alien species.
But none of this compares
with my solemn duty today...
...as best man.
Now, on an occasion such as this,
it is expected that I be gracious
and fulsome in my praise
on the wonders of this blessed union.
But have the two of you
considered what you are doing to me?
You're happy, but what about my needs?
This is all a damned inconvenience.
While you're settling in on the Titan,
I will be training my new first officer.
You know him.
He's a tyrannical martinet who will never,
ever allow me to go on away missions!
That is the regulation, sir.
Starfleet Code, section 12...
- Data.
- Sir?
- Shut up.
- Yes, sir.
15 years I've been waiting to say that.
No, seriously, Will, Deanna,
there's still time to reconsider. Yes?
- No.
- No? Very well, then.
Will Riker, you have been
my trusted right arm for 15 years.
You have kept my course
true and steady.
Deanna Troi, you have been
my guide and my conscience.
You have helped me recognise
the better parts of myself.
You are my family.
In maritime tradition...
...I wish you both clear horizons.
My good friends, make it so.
The bride and groom!
You ever think about marrying again?
No, 23 was my limit.
Worf?
- Are you all right?
- Romulan ale should be illegal.
It is.
- A lovely toast.
- It was from the heart.
Don't worry. I'll brief your new counsellor
on everything she has to know.
Like hell you are!
You already know too much about me.
I take it there'll be no speeches
during the ceremony on Betazed?
No, no speeches and no clothes.
Ladies and gentlemen and invited
transgendered species,
in Terran and Betazoid conjugal rites,
I've discovered it is traditional
to present the happy couple with a gift.
Given Commander Riker's affection
for archaic musical forms,
I have elected to present the following
as my gift, in honour of their conjugation.
Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my, how they fly!
- Blue skies, smiling at me
- Irving Berlin!
Nothing but blue skies do I see...
It's tradition, Worf.
- You should appreciate that.
- I will not do it!
- Won't do what, Mr Worf?
- Captain, I think it inappropriate
for a Starfleet officer to appear... naked.
Come, a strapping fellow like you?
What can you be afraid of?
I'm picking up an odd electromagnetic
signature from the Kolarin system.
- What sort of signature?
- Positronic.
It's very faint