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The captain, last man aboard the ship.
Commodore, I suggest...
Coming, sir. If I push these impulse engines
It's closing fast on the Constellation.
Once it's activated, there's no way to stop it.
Aye, it all adds up. But what sort of a thing could do all that?
Mr. Scott.
Do the best you can, and make it fast.
Only a nova could destroy like that.
We don't know. An alien race apparently from another galaxy.
but beam the damage-control party aboard.
No, sir, but I've got ship-to-ship communications back.
BUT THERE IS.. RIGHT OUT OF HELL, I SAW IT!
.
- Then we lost it. - Sir?
to be gambling your life on, sir.
Sensors indicate some kind of total conversion drive.
Commodore, I urgently recommend immediate withdrawal.
Approach course, Mr. Sulu.
scheduled for medical examination.
Helmsman, hold your course. Stand by, all phaser banks.
There's no ship to leave. It's a dead hulk.
I'm plotting an intercept course. We'll rendezvous with you
Bridge! We got him through!
PURE NITROGEN ABSOLUTELY PURE
- to do something with them. - Phaser banks?
- Mr. Spock. - Yes, sir.
- Then get moving. - Come along, lad.
Thank you. Stand by, Mr. Spock. Kirk out.
Am I correct in assuming that a fusion explosion of 97 megatons will result
Not the worst way to go. Indeed, Captain. Radiation poisoning …
Aye, we can cross-connect the controls,
Matt Decker's in command. What could have happened?
I can't raise the Constellation, sir. I'm still getting the distress beacon,
And rig it so that it can be blown from up here.
on structural and control damage, sir.