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However, Mr. Sulu has computed the path of the machine
Random chance seems to have operated in our favour.
while his life-support systems are still operative.
What about the detonator?
We can maintain this speed for seven hours before we exhaust our fuel,
You tried to destroy it once before, commodore.
If we can get this hulk moving, maybe we can do something.
Mr. Scott, speed is of the essence.
They called me. They begged me for help, 400 of them.
What hit? What attacked you?
Spock, listen.
of easy access to its control mechanisms.
Matt.
Standing by, sir.
There was, but not anymore
We are now entering System L374.
The other has an atmosphere poisonous to human life.
Damage-control party sealing off inner-hull rupture.
- for any other vessel. - Aye, sir.
One thousand miles and closing.
It's veering off. Back on course for the next solar system.
Good. Now, Mr. Spock...
Ironic, isn't it?
I'm all blocked up with beer piss and burger turds
Our phasers, useless. I stayed behind. Last man.
Probably the first time such a weapon has ever been used
I can relieve him under Section C.
Deactivated. Scotty, could some kind of general,
Captain, transporter operational, but just barely.
The transporter is out, captain. You'll have to stand by.
Direct hit.
It's a power drain somewhere, sir. I almost lost you.
Oh, no, I stay here. I'm not leaving my ship...
Enterprise to shuttlecraft. Come in, shuttlecraft.
hovering over the planet, slicing out chunks of it
Ironic, isn't it?
Illogical. We cannot destroy it,
- Attempting to remedy. - What about the Constellation's tapes?
and uninhabitable. The rest of the ship seems able to sustain life.
Gentlemen, beam me aboard.