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Ahead, sir, maximum.

It's all right.

There's a call for you from the bridge.

- are you questioning my orders? - Negative, sir.

From the outpost's protective shield.

- Negative. - Will you require any assistance here?

He's changing course, sir.

Our portion, commander...

Don't forget it.

Now, fire blind. Lay down a pattern.

We grow visible. Attend the cloaking system.

Ship-to-ship, Uhura.

Attack? Without a visible target?

And friends of his kind mean power, and power is danger.

Its many particles will obscure their sensing device, Centurion.

Nor was there even ship-to-ship visual communication.

- All debris into disposal tubes. - Yes, commander.

- Kirk here. - Still no answer

- Commander! - Evasive action.

...they may not be able to see us.

Quarter-hour reports on our position and status.

Which turns as we turn.

At the last moment, he-- Must have guessed our move.

We are at the Neutral Zone.

They must become visible in order to launch it.

And if they could report that they destroyed us?

- ...is obedience. - Obedience!

Once fully obscured, we will turn suddenly back upon our adversary.

To inform our Praetor of this glorious mission.

Our chance, gentlemen.

It leaves a visible trail.

This is the captain speaking.

Damage reports, Mr. Stiles.

Can I get you something from the galley, sir?

Let's get him, Mr. Sulu.