Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Ensign Babyface! This is not about revenge.This is about justice. Your shields were failing, sir. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. Besides, you look good in a dress. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this?