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Patrick Stewart as a retired Captain Picard who refused the Admiralty and the Diplomats Corps and a seat on the Starfleet High Council. Here we are at a reunion of retired Captains. Picard is 78 years old but has the conditioning of an athletic man in his mid fifties, he's still lean and muscular and his mind is as sharp as it ever was, there has been a resurgance of that genetic ear problem that he thinks may have been triggered by his encounter with the Romulan Engineered clone. Beverly said that it was the last gasp of an ingenious contingency plan of one of the romulan scientists. The process is called sympathetic genetic atavistic echo. So besides the damned sensitivity to sound that comes and goes and is being treated by the good Admiral Howard - She's stopped using Crusher. He didn't know how he felt about that. He knew the history of all three of them far too damned well. Jack Crusher, lanterned jawed linebacker first officer who was his best friend and who died aboard the Stargazer on an away mission that he sent him on and that damned smoldering strawberry blond Beverly so vulnerable so effortlessly sensual and cerebral at the same time it finally became more than he could handle.
Her and her damned child prodigy Wesley could have been his family after his good friend Jack had been buried for a few years. Wesley's cognitive reach was quantum leagues beyond most vulcans, most humanoids in general. What did that androgenous travelar fellow say? He was like Einstien and Mozart to the 5th power or something?
So here they were the few, the brave and merry few put out to pasture, there was Captain Mack Xavier, who found a way to poison the dominions drug addicted soldiers milk, er beverage of choice. He'd brought the idea to Starfleet intelligence. He knew of the whispers of insurgency slowly growing in the Dominion Hierarchy....
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