Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

by their own words?
Not a general distress signal, but one aimed right at us.
Trap.
A vessel doesn't just disappear.
Wouldn't they normally call for the nearest starship?
And if there's a Klingon down here...
Captain's log, stardate 3497.2.
We were unable to contact our landing party
Nothing, sir.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.
Analysis, gentlemen?
by scent alone, if necessary.
I know this saying. It was invented in Russia.
- Let me kill them for you. - Or let the Klingon and me fight.
Seems to be another ship.
I'm Captain Kirk.
I shouldn't have chewed you out.
I have it on the sensors, sir. Tie into my channel, lieutenant.
I lead the Ten Tribes of Capella.
and since Mr. Scott is notably efficient in such matters...
Representing the High Teer,
On course for Capella IV.
Our customs are different.