Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

during regularly scheduled alpha and beta shift breaks.

The daughter of the man whose death I have been mourning for two decades

Admiral Clancy just called.

I owe it to her to find out who killed her and why.

And then there was this wild talk

There's no record of any incoming or outgoing calls.

I hope that confidence is not misguided.

What about him?

And then you would know.

Because it was no longer Starfleet!

We don't have androids or AIs. We don't study cybernetics.

He has information about clandestine Romulan ops here on Earth.

When I was a new recruit,

They're not my Zhat Vash. And I thought you didn't believe in them.

Hey, F8, I got one for you.

[electronic voice] Deflector shields down in all sectors of Utopia Planitia.

[Narek] Beautiful?

the only reliable keepers of secrets.

This gets better and better.

No one's ever said that before about a Borg cube.

-[beeps] -Raffi, it's Jean-Luc.

as surely and eternally as death.

What are you doing?

[Kvetchy] Every other tri-hy station in the yard gets off First Contact Day.

It's hate and fear and pure loathing for any form of synthetic life.

The same as you find in any graveyard.

-So, then what can I do for you? -Bruce Maddox.

Oh, um... Picard.

Let's go to work.

-More wine? -Surprise me.

Their records show she was enrolled there, and her grade transcripts are on file.

I was thinking about the painting.

who will then go and try and find and destroy her twin sister.

But the great Captain Picard didn't like his orders.

Have you never noticed the complete absence

I've already made the call.