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My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! We know you’re dealing in stolen ore. But I wanna talk about the assassination attempt on Lieutenant Worf. I think you’ve let your personal feelings cloud your judgement. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers. That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. How long can two people talk about nothing? We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Besides, you look good in a dress. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer. And in an attack against the Enterprise, I will die with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. I am your worst nightmare! I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. Shields up! Rrrrred alert!