| P: |
Over here.
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| Cr: |
They're all dead.
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| P: |
See if one of them is Cochrane. Data, let's go check the warp ship.
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| Da: |
The structual integrity of the missile appears to be intact,
but there is significant damage to various sections of the fuselage
and primary intercooler system.
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| P: |
You should have the original blueprints in the Enterprise computer.
Commander La Forge will need to bring a team down here.
Hold your fire!! We're here to help you!
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| Li: |
Bullshit!
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| Da: |
Captain, I believe I can handle this.
Greetings.
Captain, this woman requires medical attention.
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| Cr: |
Severe theta radiation poisoning.
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| Da: |
Radiation is coming from the damaged throttle assembly.
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| Cr: |
We are all going to have to be inoculated, and I have to get her to sick bay.
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| P: |
Doctor...
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| Cr: |
Please no lectures about the prime directive. I will keep her unconscious.
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| P: |
Very well. Tell Commander Riker to beam down with a search party.
We need to find Cochrane.
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| Cr: |
Crusher to Enterprise, two to beam directly to sick bay.
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| P: |
We have less than 48 hours before this ship has to be launched.
Picard to engineering.
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| Ge: |
La Forge here.
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| P: |
Geordi, Cochrane's ship was damaged in the attack. Get down here
with an engineering detail. We have work to do.
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| Ge: |
Right. I'm on my way, Captain. Alpha team, let's assemble in transporter
room 3. We're heading down to the surface. Porter, you're gonna be in command
till I get back.
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| Po: |
Aye, sir.
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| Ge: |
And Porter, check out the environmental controls while I'm gone.
It's getting a little warm in here. All right, let's go!
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| P: |
Isn't it amazing? This ship used to be a nuclear missile.
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| Da: |
It is historical irony that Dr. Cochrane would choose an instrument of
mass destruction to inaugurate an era of peace.
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| P: |
It's a boyhood fantasy, Data. I must have seen this ship hundreds of times
in the Smithsonian, but I was never able to touch it.
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| Da: |
Sir, does tactile contact alter your perception of the Phoenix?
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| P: |
Oh, yes. For humans, touch can connect you to an object in a
very personal way, make it seem more real.
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| Da: |
I'm detecting imperfections in the Titanium casing, temperature variations
in the fuel manifold. It is no more real to me now than it was a moment ago.
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| De: |
Would you three like to be alone?
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| P: |
What have you found out?
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| De: |
There's no sign of Cochrane anywhere in the complex.
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| P: |
He has to be here. There was nothing more important to him than this ship.
This flight--it was his dream.
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| De: |
Captain, we should consider the possibility that Dr. Cochrane was
killed in the attack.
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| P: |
Ha. If that's true...then the future may die with him.
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