Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Description: Age 20, 5' 7",
someone's transporter beam, captain.
the Enterprise has moved back through time to the 20th century.
Two to beam up, Scotty.
Repeat. All systems still green.
Get your hands off of me! I mean it!
Of course, if you do, you won't be helping your country.
But no transporter beam can reach that far, not even in our century.
Unless I do it at least 100 miles above ground, just barely in time,
but I have no listing of a Gary Seven assigned this planet.
You interfere with me, with what I have to do down there,
It's a trained cat.
Scotty, beam us directly to Seven's apartment.
He's safe, and you're safe, my little green friend.
Yes, thank you. I know how to open it.
Scotty, lock in on our position.
Repeat. Deviation confirmed and increasing.
All systems, "go." Status board, "go."
- Now, Scotty. - What's going on here?
I'm Captain Kirk, commanding.
somewhere in the heart of the Euro-Asian continent.
Force shields on maximum.
Stand by to beam us down. Continue visual scan.
We are monitoring Earth communications
- I can try, captain. - Altitude: 550 miles.
Attention. First alert. First alert.
Try to override. Shut it off!
Warhead still armed. Six minutes to impact.
Readings indicate a greater altitude.
Ground Stations 3, 4 and 11, stand by for confirmation.
Agents are male and female, descendants of human ancestors
Exceiver, 91.218.
That's the same nonsense that almost destroyed planet Omicron 4.
No.
Okay.
Attention. It is now 45 minutes to launch.
Roberta, please don't try to leave. You'll find all the doors locked.
Even in your time it will remain unknown.
Computer on.
He might be inclined to prepare a perfect one, captain.
This is the most critical period in Earth's history.
I've got to risk calling the captain. Lieutenant, open a channel.
Exactly one hour, 27 minutes, 12 seconds.