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Planet Capella IV.

Our phasers were not to be found.

The ship's disappeared, sir. Gone out of range.

And we have learned one thing more.

Leonard James Akaar.

I will allow only your touch.

I have it on the viewscreen now, sir. Still distant.

This differs us from the Klingons.

- You carry a child who would be Teer. - I must die.

By configuration, a Klingon warship.

- I do not understand. - Their customs are different, Teer.

How would a freighter know we were ordered into this sector?

If their customs are violated.

We had a wee bit of a run-in with a Klingon vessel

Taking position directly in our path.

- Please acknowledge. - Did you hear it?

We Klingons believe as you do.

Let me call my ship and inform them...

You mean it makes a good bow string?

Stay with her, Bones.

Two convoy ships are already damaged.

The sight of death frightens them.

There would seem to be little weapon potential at hand.

Is it not best to have two who bargain for the same goods?

The Capellan's basic weapon: The kligat.

- The child? - It's all right. It's in there.

Mr. Scott, I'm getting a call from a vessel.

You must want the child.

I have no quarrel with you, captain. I wish merely to...

I believe I said that.

vital to the life support systems of planetoid colonies

- Mr. Chekov? - Nothing.