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beyond a certain radius. We'll maintain a discreet distance

- Not the worst way to go. - Indeed, captain.

No. No, I don't intend to die, Mr. Spock.

Nonetheless, captain, sensors show nothing but debris

- Give me Spock. - I told you,

- Mr. Scott. - Seven, six,

I've hooked in ship's communication. The best I can give you on impulse

within 60 seconds, we never will.

I want you to rig a 30-second-delay detonation device.

- It's gaining on us, sir. - Take evasive action, Mr. Sulu.

Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

- Aye, sir. - We tried to contact Starfleet.

What the devil's going on?

- You went in to investigate. - We saw it

Washburn, go down to Engineering, assist Mr. Scott.

Captain, the two innermost planets of this system appear to be intact.

Scanners show the same evidence of destruction.

Status? Tell me what’s going on with yourself

Nothing. I assumed command according to regulations.

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before the Constellation's impulse engines blow.

but we are only one ship. Our deflector shields are strained.

This machine seems to have a programmed defensive sphere.

Jim, give him a minute. He's in a state of shock.

Every solar system in this sector blasted to rubble,

So you're the lunatic who's responsible for almost destroying my ship?

he gave his life in an attempt to save others.

The impulse engines are still in fair shape. I might coax them.

The drop in power is definite, captain, but negligible.

Sir, I'm picking up a ship's disaster beacon.

- On audio, lieutenant. - Enterprise. Enterprise, come in.

Aye. The shape the thing's in, it's hard to keep it from blowing.

Full ahead, Mr. Scott.

That thing must get destroyed. That thing must get destroyed.

I made a mistake then.

Hard about, helmsman. Course: 32 degrees, mark 10.

Deflector Shields at full power They can't take much more of this

Any energy source entering that field is subject to attack.