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