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I'd rather face a court-martial

You're going back there alone.

perhaps an element not otherwise found on Angel One,

but with that virus knocking down our crew,

An alcohol-based synthetic artificially reproducing a floral scent.

I want you to lock in the transporter

I am left with no choice but to sentence them all to death.

Mr. Data has been briefing me

A Federation vessel last visited this planet 62 years ago, captain.

Hmm, yes. Slightly reminiscent of night-blooming throgni, captain.

and an attractive one, does it?

How handsome you look.

while we women devote ourselves to the obligation of making life work.

We have reason to hope that survivors from a damaged Federation freighter

Before you go back to your ship, there's something I want you to see.

Engineering reports a computer mal...

Still running tests.

Are you prepared to give your solemn word on that?

As the governing body of Angel One,

They've requested our assistance as soon as-- Ugh! Ah.

where the female is as aggressively dominant

What is so important you find it necessary

there is absolutely nothing we can do about it.

How may we assist you, counselor?

They're tall, and strong, and very lovely.

I'm sure Counselor Troi and the others can see to that without you.

- Set phasers to stun. - l wish they weren't necessary.

I can't answer that.

Will you also include those from this world

One does not need the technology of the Enterprise

Make certain that faith is not misplaced.

Like something I smelled earlier. Something Klingon.

Angel One has no platinum. Enterprise scanners did the rest.