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Another prediction, Mr. Spock?

No, sir. Too much interference.

Captain's Log.: Stardate 2822.3.

None of our instruments work.

Just a few words about being pulled off course.

I'm in command here, Mr. Ferris.

Make up your mind, Mr. Latimer.

I'm sick and tired of your logic!

A priceless opportunity for scientific investigation.

order all sensor sections to direct beams aft.

If I can get a full load, we should be able to achieve orbit with all hands.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

Dr. McCoy, with very few exceptions,

If we do nothing,

Course, 3.2 by--

by candlelight, if necessary,

They're getting ready. They'll attack.

Maybe eight minutes if the weight's right.

Of course, Mr. Spock.

Alive and well.

assuming a tribal culture.

Mr. Spock. we're ready.

Kelowitz, Captain.

How long can we hold it?

I may have been mistaken.

make room for Mr. Scott to do his work.

Captain, the Columbus has returned

That is a most illogical attitude.

until the last possible moment.

I'm sure the authorities will be pleased by your diligence.

the sensor section says the beams are working again.

Instruments are slowly returning to an operable condition

Mr. Scott, there are always alternatives.

The usual end of a decaying orbit.

And may I remind you...

There are always alternatives

Are you ready, Scott?

but at least it's your big chance.

That would seem to solve the problem of who to leave behind.

this is a very large planet.

Full function, continuous operation until further orders.

Your tone is increasingly hostile.

as the ion storm slowly disperses.

Aye, you could put it that way.

in the event I don't return.

Captain's Log.: Stardate 2823. 1.

that desperation is a highly emotional state of mind.

Galileo to Enterprise.

It'll take time, but it's possible

70mm of mercury,

and almost helpless.

My place is here.

The flight hatch is closed.

We've lost a great deal of fuel.

It's from up there.