Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Space, the final frontier.
I'm finally beginning to understand what my eyes have been showing me.
from an unmanned monitor post on Gamma Tauri IV.
With regard to surrender, Daimon Tarr, the facts are somewhat different.
- Our mysterious something, captain. - Hmm.
They can do that?
Then they would learn nothing.
In orbit of a mysterious planet whose unexplained force field
Will?
There she is.
We can prove that the humans are destroyers of legal commerce
You have awakened Portal 63.
and the neutralizing counterforce of the Ferengis.
- The one we must avoid. - Sir?
Data, who's that?
On the contrary.
Captain, if I may recommend,
Excellent, La Forge.
Ah.
Good.
Data, you were going to show us something?
Sickening.
Do I look conscious?
Captain's log, supplemental.
I'm Commander William Riker, first officer of the USS Enterprise.
- which-- - Which we know is ours.
which have come and passed since Makto.
Let's find the others.
We will die to the last one of us before such dishonor.
One final request, sir.
What is the answer?
It is a matter of record, Portal, in the Age of Makto,
Launch a sensor probe.
I'm afraid I agree. They have not responded.
the central star of the Tkon Empire destabilized--
Who meets the challenge?
I seem to have reached an odd functional impasse.
They've gotta be around here somewhere.