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Space, the final frontier.

How do you feel, Jim?

We've no replacements for the damaged organs, sir.

I must keep him warm and alive until then.

Some of his men...

but furnishing them firearms is certainly not the answer.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

- A rifled barrel. - What?

not to interfere in the way of a man

I'm worried about Spock

- Hit you? No, I can't. - Blast you, strike me.

Fewer misfires.

Thank you, doctor.

This weapon I bring you is far greater than your firestick.

No point in giving ourselves away. Not until we find out what's going on.

As soon as he shows any signs of consciousness,

- I trust all has gone well. - Spock, are you alive?

Are you hill people?

- You mean he's conscious? - Well, in a sense.

They've studied

You were right about the Klingons.

teaching one side about gunpowder. You're gonna make sure they all know.

Yes, you feel good.

I knew you'd find a Kahn-ut-tu to cure me.