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