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I have you on my screen now. Switching to visual.
Bring it to the Briefing Room. Are you ready, gentlemen?
At last, the screen is clear, commander.
which allowed no quarter, no captives.
and no responsibility.
My command post here.
Navigation?
...they may not be able to see us.
Now show our position.
Not accurate, but if we blanket them, we...
Make a challenge. Warn that ship off.
....AND A BODY, CAPTAIN.
...I remind you of your duty.
...put this star sector on our screen.
Yes, captain. Then Outpost 3 an hour later.
Death and more death.
But Specialist Tomlinson is manning it alone.
The body of the Centurion too.
Fire!
Picking up communication, sir.
If you refuse, permit me the glory of the kill, commander.
- Position of the intruder, Mr. Spock. - Disappeared.
We know Outpost 4 has been attacked, sir,
to avoid interspace war,
Forgive me, my old friend...
All decks, Condition Red.
Still no sign of movement.
Nor was there even ship-to-ship visual communication.
- What's our position? - Course unchanged, sir.
Tomlinson, the boy who was gonna get married this morning.
Behold a marvel in the darkness.
No reaction on our motion sensors,
I could've called you "friend."
Our chance, gentlemen.
- Phaser two, fire. - Phaser two, fire.
Our gift to the homeland, another war.