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An error in our sensors indicated that your ship was about to attack us.
Those are my orders, Mr. Scott.
It's been our way for almost 500 years.
Our civilisation lives.
Please. It's all right. Don't worry about me.
Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.
And then we can discuss our differences.
I'm sure that, from this day forward,
Sometimes a feeling, Mr. Spock, is all we humans have to go on.
of full, normal, diplomatic relations.
Sir, there's a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
Not alone, Mr. Ambassador. I'm taking some security people with me.
If you'll check your regulations, you'll find that my orders get priority.
- Are you that anxious to die? - You don't understand.
Now, if there'd been trouble, they should've at least managed
Time is running out.
and actual war is a very messy business.
No apparent notice taken of us at all, which seems strange.
By disregarding code 710, you might well involve us
Why do you think I don't let you talk to your ship?
That they'll do anything to avoid the alternative I've given you.
We're going to try and stop the killing.
That is correct, Mr. Ambassador.
They did scan us when we assumed orbit. Obviously, they know we're here.
- What has happened? - Once your ship was in orbit
Your name will figure prominently in my report to the Federation Central.
If you don't, you'll die out forever. If you don't, you'll die out forever.
All cities and installations on Eminiar Vll
but the screens stay up.
Very well, sir. We need all the help we can get.
Well, now, what do you think of that?
You must understand, captain,
for some reason, you have attacked us, and apparently,
Caesar Bubba Lou Johnson the Fourth
Sensor readings just shot off the scale.
I do not approve.
This is a diplomatic matter.
will do a lot more than just count up numbers on a computer.
I can have you sent to a penal colony for this.