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We've lost them, captain.

Maybe we can pull them back to our side of the Neutral Zone.

Quarter-hour reports on our position and status.

Happy wedding day. Almost.

Could've been much, much worse, captain.

- Acknowledged, sir. - Cancel battle stations.

Why don't we fire, commander?

Invisibility is theoretically possible, captain.

I am capable of no other feelings in such matters.

This is Commander Hansen.

Phaser weapons energized, set for proximity blast.

Outpost 4 reported under attack, sir.

Continue evasive manoeuvres.

Prepare to attack. All hands battle stations.

If we are the strong, is this not the signal for war?

Kirk here. We're minutes away, Hansen. What's your status?

You run away from them, and you guarantee war.

The treaty has been unbroken since that time.

Damage reports, Mr. Stiles.

A comet, magnitude 7, dead ahead.

We'll enter the Neutral Zone in less than an hour, sir.

Traverse pattern. All phasers fire.

There would be no doubt they broke the treaty.

That of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony.

Which neither retreats nor grows nearer.

- Nothing, sir. - Repeat it.

They must become visible in order to launch it.

Transmission has been cut off.

We'll swing around the other side and catch him at that moment.

Leave any bigotry in your quarters. There's no room for it on the bridge.

Mr. Spock, he pulled me out of the Phaser Room.

Memories of a war over a century ago?

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

- Phaser one, fire. - Phaser one, fire.

Listen carefully. Science officer.

I had no idea that history was your speciality.

Go ahead, Mr. Stiles. I called this session for opinions.

It leaves a visible trail.

Your carelessness might have ended this glorious mission.

I must make further repairs on the transfer coil. It's giving out again.