Nearly two decades ago, Jean-Luc Picard took command of the <I>U.S.S. Enterprise?</i> NCC-1701-D. The captain knew it was an honor without equal. His new command bore the name of <I>Enterprise.</i> The people who had commanded other like-named starships had gone down in Starfleet's annals. Some officers would be intimidated, but they would not have been given command of <I>Enterprise.</i> <P> On her first mission, the <I>Enterprise</i> was sent to Farpoint Station. A simple, straightforward investigation. Perfect for a crew that had never served together. Then there was Q. An omnipotent lifeform that seemed bent on placing obstacle after obstacle in the ship's -- and in particular in Picard's -- way. And it hadn't ended with that first mission. When he was least expected, Q would appear. Pushing, prodding, testing. At times needling captain and crew with seemingly silly, pointless, and maddening trifles. Then it would turn all too serious, and the survival of Picard's crew was in Q's hands. <P> Why was it today that Picard was remembering the day he took command of the <I>Enterprise</i>-D? Now he commanded a new ship, the <I>Enterprise</i>-E. His crew was different. There was nothing about Gorsach that in the least resembled Farpoint. But Picard couldn't shake the feeling that something all too familiar was going on. All too awful. All too Q.