Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alright, Spock.
So they stole it, then!
Maximum impulse towards the nebula!
...see if we can track the crews location from the ship's sensors?
It's okay, Spock. You don't have to say it.
There's a seal construction, perhaps
It's Krall. We've seen him do this.
Come with me. Now!
which emits a low-level radiation.
We will do what we have always done, Jim.
I know you told me to keep it under wraps, but...
Sulu, contact Yorktown security...
Lieutenant, contact Yorktown...
Also that'll be our way in?
Ay ay, Captain.
The structural integrity is at 18% and falling, sir!
Those are strong words.
We were on a science mission inside the nebula.
Federation is an act of war.
He's been pinging back in a subspace links between the probes.
Well, we surely show *something*
Attention, unidentified vessel.
That's what they signalize.
Captain James T. Kirk.
Stop!
Let's go, go.
It wasn't just me. Never is.
you are trying to enlist essensive calm in order...
Well, the Enterprise does have the best navigational systems in the fleet.
...what sacrifice really means?
We could really use your help.
Keenser's weakend by some hallious seed green flu...
The signal won't travel far, we have to get closer.
I gotta fing my crewmates.
But there are still three ships heading into Yorktown.
I guess time would judge us all.
Can you get this thing started?
...to attack an untold number of Federation planets.
Nice job, Keenser.
Do you know that scotch was actually invented by little lady in Russia?
He was brave...
to establish firm diplomatic ties.
You know Spock, if an Earth girl says it's me not you.
No he is not. I do not know how, but Edison is Krall.
Is that...?
Hey, take it easy there, Spock. That was just a temporary fix back there.
Can she fly ?
I wanted to have something appropriate for your birthday.
Are you sure this drop is high enough to do that?
That's what I said.
You really want to head back out there, huh?
Sir, we now have the distraction frequency.
You have mass blood loss into that tria.
That is correct, doctor.
Simple.
Captain, it looks like there is power.
You kidding me, sir?
Because if I mess up,
Captain's Log, Stardate 2263.2
A little over 3 years of our 5 year mission.
Hello there.
Not this ods..
Mass depolarization of hull plating.
Dammit, Jim, you won't make it out on time.
Never better. It's just a another day in fleet.
Let me deal with them.
They don't.
Closer.
Yes.
Great. Lock and load.
Looks like a damn snow globe in space waiting to break break
You know, you are lucky. Two centimeters to the left...
to the impulse engines.
Of the crew, only 3 remain.
They weren't jamming us, they were talking to each other.
Chekov has the coordinates that can lead us to Krall's base, so we go.
With a minor modifications, 20 max...
Alien deathspots, Calvenom killing us.
We change. We have to.
We can not just jump start it, sir.
...not from mysteries, the unknown.