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with all engines and systems shut down.

Family history.

Not too soon for me to see the stars of home.

Commander, they stay within range.

What's our position, navigator?

- it was a sneak attack. - Mr. Stiles,

Five, four, three,

And in a very leisurely manoeuvre. They may not be aware of us.

- What do you have on the intruder? - No identification.

Call battle stations, Mr. Sulu.

Fantastic power. And then the whole vessel disappeared.

A phaser hit at this distance would be the wildest stroke of luck.

And in all of the universe,

3 million million galaxies like this.

Phasers operational, captain.

but believe the Romulan vessel to be somewhere close by

- And you, Mr. Stiles? - I'm alive, sir.

Now we go home.

We've seen a hundred campaigns together,

Then it fired something at us. Some form of high-energy plasma.

Now, back to the first course.

...standing by to beam your survivors aboard our ship.

- Affirmative, captain. - And at this distance?

A message was dispatched.

"- What? - Simple Debris."

Patrolling outposts guarding the Neutral Zone

attacked our outposts, killed our men.

Back to his old course.

- Affirmative, continue log entries. - Yes, sir.

Soon even enough for the Praetor's taste.

Have lost contact with the intruder.

A signal, commander.

You and I are of a kind.

They may have solved that problem.