In the best episode of the series thus far, we bid a sad farewell to Tasha Yar.

The Enterprise crew films a public service announcement entitled "Just Say No to the Prime Directive."

An arms dealer confronts the Enterprise with the ultimate hard sell, giving the crew's people of color a chance to save the day. For once.

Our first look at real Klingons and our first experience of just how ineffective forcefields in the brig really are.

We are made to witness the mind-games that are the Starfleet entrance exam while yet another admiral acts shifty.

After sixteen episodes, the writers finally serve up a science fiction story for us ugly bags of mostly water.

We find the inevitable endpoint of the Federation in the form of an antiseptic, naive, technologically over-reliant Atlantis of the Stars.

The long tradition of Starfleet admirals up to no good begins with a gun-running renegade hopped up on the Fountain of Youth.

While Riker is on the most pathetic cyber-date in history, the Enterprise is hijacked. Again.

The crew of the Enterprise interferes with a matriarchy enough to tick them off but not enough to do any good. And Riker gets sexy. For some value of sexy.