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Captain James Kirk.

That's not a Lizard!!!

Tricorder readings, Mr. Spock: life detection.

I merely suggested that a regard for sentient--

[Male Voice] We are the Metrons.

- Mr. Depaul. - Yes, sir.

[Growling, Hissing]

Just plot a course for us back to Cestus III.

Lieutenant Uhura, have sensors learned anything...

I--I tried to signal them. We called up.

Range is 1810...

Range is 1700...

We appeal to you in the name of civilization.

Your captain is losing his battle.

- You saw what happened down there? - Most of it.

and the Enterprise--

and placed on the surface of an asteroid,

We urgently desire a conference.

However, none has ever been recorded.

We would suggest you make...

I am the Gorn!!!

what is it, captain? cestus III has been destroyed.

We feel there may be hope for your kind.

We'll hold out here.

He probably wants additional advice.

to go his way unharmed.

After you touched off your primitive cannon, Captain,

Notice the substance encrusting that rock.

Same as the alien, Captain.

This is no drill.

You will be taken there...

Shock, radiation burns, internal injuries for certain.

Admit it to yourself!

Damage Control, report.

Appear she aded toward a largely unexplored section of the galaxy.

Living creatures, but not human.

I'd make it 1,200 yards,

to construct weapons lethal enough to destroy the other,

Its five-year mission--

yet I would trade them all for a hand phaser,

We will contact you when we are ready.

Alert status. All weaponsat operational ready.

Captain's log, supplement.