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The fourth planet. Only two left now.
Negative, captain. Its hull is pure neutronium.
It's quite dead.
Recommendation noted. Maintain course. Fire!
I've got to find out what's happening out there.
Mr. Spock, the transporter is now operational.
Enterprise, come in. Mr. Spock, come in.
Damage in communications, captain. Interference will...
Oh, forget about your theories!
Well, we just can't stand around while our ship is being attacked.
Commodore, I do not wish to place you under arrest.
Mr. Spock, a full evaluation of the damage to the Constellation.
Logically, our primary duty is to survive in order to warn Starfleet Command.
We are more manoeuvrable, but it is gaining on us.
but the ship'll be almost impossible for one man to handle.
Not with my ship, you don't.
- It's closing with us again, sir. - Maintain speed and distance.
But subspace interference makes readings difficult.
A chance I'll have to take. Kirk out.
You said it yourself, Spock.
I spend all day just crawling through the grass thistles in me hair and bracken up me anus
Its apparent function is to smash planets to rubble
Deflectors holding, but weakening. We must retreat, commodore.
We'll take her in tow. I'll stay onboard and get her ready.
and let the Enterprise go. If I only had some phasers.
If it's a robot, what are the chances of deactivating it?
You wouldn't dare.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Belay that last order, helmsman.
Somehow the antimatter in the warp-drive pods has been deactivated.
Come in, shuttlecraft.
No. I'm a doctor, not a mechanic.
- Transporter, stand by. - Standing by, sir.
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You've got it, captain. Just enough to move us. I can't do better.