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Riker grinned, that old spark of mischief returning to his eyes. “I thought you’d never ask, Admiral. But you should know—the Titan isn't what she used to be. And neither are we.”

Picard looked up. Beverly Crusher stood there, cloaked in a heavy traveling coat, her eyes reflecting a weary urgency he hadn't seen in decades. She didn’t sit. She simply slid a small, encrypted data rod across the wood. Star Trek: Picard S03E01 FRENCH HDTV

Picard returned to Château Picard that night, the weight of the data rod heavy in his pocket. He didn’t call Starfleet. He didn't call the Federation. Instead, he opened a secure channel to a darkened room on a distant moon. Riker grinned, that old spark of mischief returning

The air in the Paris bistro was thick with the scent of aged Bordeaux and the hum of a dozen private conversations. At a corner table, bathed in the amber glow of a streetlamp, sat Jean-Luc Picard. He wasn't looking at the menu; he was staring at a vintage compass on the tablecloth, its needle spinning aimlessly. “It’s broken,” a voice said. And neither are we