into my thoughts.
I'm a liability. I request to be relieved.
Permission denied. If you can endure
more of these assaults, I need you.
Now more than ever. The Enterprise
is far from Federation space...
Shields up!
Hello.
Why am I here? Why do this?
I was Ionely.
- What are you going to do?
- I need a blood sample.
What is it your Borg friends say?
Resistance is futile.
Oh, yes, the android.
- The bait you couldn't refuse.
- All of this to capture me?
Don't be so vain.
After we found it, we had to make
a few modifications.
An extra memory port,
a hidden transponder.
I've now gained access to Starfleet's
communications protocol.
I now know the exact location
of your entire fleet.
- You may go.
- Where?
Out of my sight.
- What is all this about?
- It's about destiny!
- About a Reman outcast...
- You're not Reman!
And I'm not quite human! So what am I?
My life is meaningless
as long as you're still alive.
What am I while you exist?
A shadow? An echo?
If your issues are with me,
then deal with me.
This has nothing to do with my ship
or the Federation!
But it does. We will no longer
bow before anyone as slaves.
Not the Romulans
and not your mighty Federation.
We are a race bred for war.
And conquest.
You're ready to plunge the quadrant into
war to satisfy your personal demons?
It's amazing how little you know yourself.
- I'm incapable of such an act!
- You are me!
The same noble Picard blood
runs through our veins.
Had you lived my life,
you'd be doing exactly as I am!
So look in the mirror. See yourself.
Consider that, Captain.
I can think of no greater torment for you.
Shinzon... I'm a mirror for you as well.
Not for long, Captain.
I'm afraid you won't survive to witness
the victory of the echo over the voice.
His cloak is perfect. No tachyon
emissions, no residual antiprotons.
Keep at it, Geordi. Find a way in.
Praetor Shinzon needs the prisoner.
- About time, Data.
- My mission succeeded.
I have located the radiation source.
This entire ship is a Thalaron generator.
The activation matrix is on the bridge.
It's a weapon, then... And the download?
Shinzon believes he has
our communication protocols.
They'll give him inaccurate locations
for all Starfleet vessels.
- Good work.
- Sir...
Geordi fitted the prototype
for the Emergency Transport Unit.
Use this, sir, to return to the Enterprise.
- It'll only work for one of us.
- Yes, sir.
We'll find a way off together.
It is time for the procedure.
Move, puny human animal!
A bit less florid, Data.
Kill him!
This way, sir. There is a shuttlebay
94 metres from our current position.
- There it is, sir!
- Go!
It has encrypted security.
Alacrity would be appreciated!
Reman is a complex language
with pictographs as verb roots...
That's fascinating, Data,
but we really need that door open!
According to the ship's manifest,
they are Scorpion-class attack fliers.
- Data, what do you imagine this is?
- Port thruster.
Would you like me to drive, sir?
- Can you open the shuttlebay doors?
- Negative. A forcefield is now in place.
Well, then... only one way to go.
- Is this wise, sir?
- We're about to find out.
- Power up the disruptors.
- Ready, Captain.
Fire!
Tractor beam!
Lock on transporter!
I have them.
- This has gone far enough!
- I thought we'd discussed patience.
Mine is waning. We supported you as
you promised action. Yet you delay.
The Enterprise is immaterial. They
won't make it out of the Neutral Zone.
In two days, the Federation will be
crippled beyond repair.
Satisfied?
- For the moment.
- And when I return
you and I shall have a little talk
about showing proper respect!
What's happening to his face?
Commander, a moment.
Are you prepared
to have your hands drenched in blood?
He's not planning to defeat Earth.
He's planning its annihilation.
His sins will mark us all, for generations.
The more I studied his DNA, the more
confusing it got. I drew one