In which we follow some ensigns, events proceed without us, and I really need to not cut onions when I watch Star Trek.
In which Crusher bones a ghost.
In which we meet Worf’s brother from his other mother, Picard rehashes old arguments, and all praise be unto LaForge.
In which Picard hates the spotlight, Pressman has Lost his way, and Ensign Babyface has made a fine officer.
In which Worf is a champion, a one-in-a-trillion kind of guy.
In which Data meets his mom and finds out they have a lot in common.
In which I’m really starting to hate episodes from twenty years ago that are still depressingly relevant.
In which an assessment must be made, Picard and Crusher are joined at the brain, and a question is answered and then asked again.
In which Lwaxana is on board, I refuse to accept that the telepathic otherwise-appropriate-romantic-target for Deanna isn’t evil, and shut up don’t look at me.
In which a new engine is installed in the worst possible place, Troi is covered with mint frosting, and Data will be in his bunk.