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By configuration, a Klingon warship.

Two convoy ships are already damaged.

How would a freighter know we were ordered into this sector?

The Capellan's basic weapon: The kligat.

If their customs are violated.

- Mr. Chekov? - Nothing.

There would seem to be little weapon potential at hand.

Leonard James Akaar.

This differs us from the Klingons.

- Please acknowledge. - Did you hear it?

Our phasers were not to be found.

We had a wee bit of a run-in with a Klingon vessel

I will allow only your touch.

Let me call my ship and inform them...

vital to the life support systems of planetoid colonies

The ship's disappeared, sir. Gone out of range.

And we have learned one thing more.

You must want the child.

- The child? - It's all right. It's in there.

I have no quarrel with you, captain. I wish merely to...

Taking position directly in our path.

I believe I said that.

Is it not best to have two who bargain for the same goods?

- You carry a child who would be Teer. - I must die.

Stay with her, Bones.

Planet Capella IV.

Mr. Scott, I'm getting a call from a vessel.

The sight of death frightens them.

- I do not understand. - Their customs are different, Teer.

I have it on the viewscreen now, sir. Still distant.

You mean it makes a good bow string?

We Klingons believe as you do.