I’m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” Ensign Babyface! I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. Shields up! Rrrrred alert! But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? They were just sucked into space. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. We have a saboteur aboard. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. I am your worst nightmare! Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral.
