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| I know Commander Riker is covering for our little "beam Jesus into deep space" incident, but what are we doing here? | |
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| The Romans have managed to steal some of our technology, and are using it to maintain their empire. Data, it's up to you to destroy the Roman empire. | |
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| I assume I have the Enterprise's resources at my disposal, Captain? | |
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| All we can spare are the PickMaster 3000 electric nosepicker, some dryer lint, and Counsellor Troi. | |
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| You expect me to destroy an entire empire with just the three most useless items on the ship? | |
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| It could be worse. Worf is supposed to cure cancer with only a rubber band and Wesley Crusher. I wish we hadn't used up our budget on that epic space battle. | |
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