"Face of the Enemy" Line-by-Line

[Enterprise1981]

N'VEK: Yes, for the first part of the plan. But if anything goes wrong we will need a Starfleet officer.

 

[LeadHead]

Troi: Why?

 

[Alienesse]

N'VEK: There's no need to go into that unless it becomes necessary. For your own sake, Counsellor, the less you know about the specifics of this plan, the better.

 

[LeadHead]

Troi: What is your plan?

 

[Alienesse]

N'VEK: When we reach the Kaleb sector, we will rendezvous with a Corvallen freighter. You will take these containers into their ship and accompany them back to Starfleet Headquarters.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TROI: The Corvallens are mercenaries. Do they know what's in these containers?

 

[Alienesse]

N'VEK: No. They were hired simply to take you to Federation space.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TROI: Very well.

 

[Alienesse]

N'VEK: We are due in the ward room shortly. The senior officers always dine together.

 

[LeadHead]

Troi: I'll go to my quarters. I think it would be best if I stayed out of the way of the Commander.

 

[Alienesse]

N'VEK: No, you will be expected to attend. I'll go ahead. Follow me after a few moments. Commander Toreth must not feel that anything is unusual.

 

[LeadHead]

In the ward room...

Toreth: ...We'd been told that the Klingon outpost was undefended. So when their warships decloaked, they took us completely by surprise.

Troi enters the room and heads for an empty chair

Toreth: The Klingons managed to destroy half of my squadron before we even opened fire. But when we did... Ha! They were no match for us. I destroyed their Flagship myself. I received the Sotaric Citation for my actions that day. The Intelligence Officer in charge of that mission was executed. Major, welcome to our table.

 

[Alienesse]

TROI: Commander.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TORETH: I suggest you try the viinerine. It's quite good.

(Troi takes a bowl and spoons some stuff out onto her plate)

I realize that it's nothing compared to what you're accustomed to on Romulus, but you could at least try the viinerine.

 

[Alienesse]

TROI: I've smelled better viinerine on prison ships.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TORETH: No doubt. Tell me, Major, where did you train? The Intelligence Academy or the Imperial War College?

 

[Alienesse]

TROI: The Academy.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TORETH: Oh? So you must know Commander Konsab.

 

[Alienesse]

TROI: I know of him.

 

[Enterprise1981]

TORETH: I assume you studied Military History with him?