Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I found the unit in there. It's in pretty good shape.
Sensors gave us an unusually rich pergium reading.
Those round silicon nodules
It is vitally important that we get this installation back into production.
Strong enough to eat machinery?
They're eggs, aren't they?
They digest rock. They tunnel for nourishment.
Mr. Spock, have Lieutenant Commander Giotto
Are you certain? Sure. Are you certain? Sure.
The end of life.
Tell her our proposition.
Starship, phaser banks...
I'm a doctor, not a savior
- Hundreds of them. - Indeed.
almost as if he'd been thrown into a vat of extremely corrosive acid.
especially since the colonists are armed only with phaser one.
it would have to have some form of natural armour plating.
Captain, if we could force another appearance of this creature...
our people will remove the minerals,
He's a healer, let him heal.
Lewis, Vinci, take your men out.
at a considerable distance,
It merely seems a pity.
Death is welcome.
Mr. Spock,
Mr. Spock, we need that retardation mechanism.
you're aware of the Vulcan technique of the joining of two minds.
- I beg your pardon, sir? - You heard me.
How much longer, Scotty?
- Can you fix it again? - Negative, captain. It's gone for good.
Please proceed with extreme caution.
Get together what you need and beam down here with it.
Not only pergium, whatever you want:
This is Ed Appel, chief processing engineer.
- Can you help it? - Helped it? I cured it.
of all the drifts, galleries, tunnels.
Not all of them, captain.
Commander...
We must have that pergium.
Capture it? I don't recall giving any such order.
No, none. It's outdated. But we've never had any trouble with it.
A Horta.
Like this thing. Like this thing.
The Horta has a very logical mind.
We must get production going again.
Mr. Spock, you are second-in-command.
The creature must still be around.
Ahead, warp factor 2.
What is that, a plea for us not to kill it?
Retard mechanism Lmoa
Look at that.
captured, if possible.
Come on.
They're all through here, all over the place.
Far too many to be cut by the one creature in an ordinary lifetime.
Mr. Spock and I will control the operation