“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.”
Before he could protest, she was gone, disappearing into the mist of the Rue de Rivoli. Star Trek: Picard S03E01 FRENCH HDTV
“En marche,” Picard murmured, his voice steady. “The past is never truly gone, Will. It’s just waiting for us to catch up.” “Will,” Picard said as the screen flickered to
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.” “En marche,” Picard murmured, his voice steady
As the SS La Sirena broke orbit, leaving the rolling hills of France behind, Picard looked out at the stars. The final frontier was calling again, but this time, the echoes were personal.
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.
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.