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My patient spattered me with a rock. She's gone.
Their empire is made up of conquered worlds.
Phaser banks are ready, sir.
Holding a position dead ahead, sir.
The rare mineral topaline
Maab. I will flee.
- You will not touch me in that manner. - Now you listen to me, young woman.
Their cleverness has surprised me.
We will honour our law and our word to you, Klingon.
We were forced to leave Capella to come to the aid of a Federation vessel
I'll need help getting her in there.
saw a Klingon, made a purely instinctive defensive move.
What have you obtained from them in the past?
No! First we verify her story!
Captain's log, stardate 3498.9.
Spock to Enterprise.
Dead.
No traces.
Keel, stand ready.
Do you doubt my word, Klingon?
What Maab has said is true.
Please acknowledge. Repeat...
Your weapon will be returned when our business is completed.
Fight!
Capellans welcome this.
That is your law.
among your scrupulously honest friends anyway?
Aye, sir.
If you touch it,
Can't hurt us much out there, bobbing about like that.
Agreed. Once they've got it into their heads we're showing force,
But I'm a doctor, and it's my tradition to care for the sick and injured.
Our inability to reach the landing party is strange,