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.
“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.” Star Trek: Picard S03E01 FRENCH HDTV
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 looked up
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. She simply slid a small, encrypted data rod across the wood