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All right, Mr. Spock. Work quietly.

Negative. You and Mr. Sulu will match course and speed

- I made a tape of it, sir. - Very well.

Savage, even by Earth standards.

All weapons batteries ready.

Stiles, can you hear me? Fire!

Phaser Control acknowledging. All weapons energizing to full.

There was a Captain Stiles in the space service then.

Contact remaining outposts, have them signal us any sightings

Don't forget it.

divert all power to cogito

Now motionless for nine hours, 47 minutes.

Let's get him, Mr. Sulu.

- Report, Mr. Spock. - Nuclear device of some kind, sir.

I can't understand it.

No, it is not our way.

Steady on 111, mark 14.

with primitive atomic weapons and in primitive space vessels,

- How many men did we lose, Bones? - Only one.

Ahead, sir, maximum.

Plot his exact point of entry, Mr. Stiles.

The Earth ship again.

Unknown weapon. Completely destroyed,

The Romulans have crossed the Neutral Zone,

entry into which, by either side,

On my responsibility...

this conflict was fought, by our standards today,

Not a vessel, a trick.

...customer, Jim.

established by treaty after the Earth-Romulan Conflict

Outpost 4, now five minutes away, sir.

He has estimated we have only enough...

Energize main phasers, Mr. Stiles.

- Do you read me, Enterprise? - Confirm what hit you, Hansen.

Back on their original course, captain. Toward the Neutral Zone.

Something visual ahead, captain. At extreme range.

Are you continuing to broadcast tactical reports?