“Will,” Picard said as the screen flickered to life, revealing the rugged, bearded face of William Riker. “I need a ship. And I need a friend who doesn’t mind breaking a few regulations.”
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. Star Trek: Picard S03E01 FRENCH HDTV
Before he could protest, she was gone, disappearing into the mist of the Rue de Rivoli. “Will,” Picard said as the screen flickered to
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. He didn’t call Starfleet