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There would be no doubt they broke the treaty.

Quarter-hour reports on our position and status.

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

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

Prepare to attack. All hands battle stations.

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

It leaves a visible trail.

Transmission has been cut off.

I am capable of no other feelings in such matters.

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

Invisibility is theoretically possible, captain.

- Nothing, sir. - Repeat it.

We've lost them, captain.

You run away from them, and you guarantee war.

Memories of a war over a century ago?

Which neither retreats nor grows nearer.

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

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

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

Outpost 4 reported under attack, sir.

Your carelessness might have ended this glorious mission.

Damage reports, Mr. Stiles.

A comet, magnitude 7, dead ahead.

This is Commander Hansen.

Happy wedding day. Almost.

Could've been much, much worse, captain.

The treaty has been unbroken since that time.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

Phaser weapons energized, set for proximity blast.

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

Why don't we fire, commander?

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

Listen carefully. Science officer.

- Acknowledged, sir. - Cancel battle stations.

Traverse pattern. All phasers fire.

They must become visible in order to launch it.

Continue evasive manoeuvres.

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

That of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony.

I had no idea that history was your speciality.