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- Let me kill them for you. - Or let the Klingon and me fight.
Representing the High Teer,
by scent alone, if necessary.
Captain's log, stardate 3497.2.
I have it on the sensors, sir. Tie into my channel, lieutenant.
And if there's a Klingon down here...
I'm Captain Kirk.
Not a general distress signal, but one aimed right at us.
Wouldn't they normally call for the nearest starship?
Seems to be another ship.
On course for Capella IV.
Our customs are different.
Trap.
and since Mr. Scott is notably efficient in such matters...
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.
I shouldn't have chewed you out.
Nothing, sir.
We were unable to contact our landing party
A vessel doesn't just disappear.
I know this saying. It was invented in Russia.
by their own words?
Analysis, gentlemen?
I lead the Ten Tribes of Capella.