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Time for another stimulant.
Come in, Spock.
All right, so I'd know enough to go slow
It is lodged in the nucleus, near the chromosome bodies.
Energy itself, perhaps, drained from us.
Except for impulse power. Keep that in reserve.
If this record should survive me,
- Hold our position, Mr. Kyle. - Aye, aye, sir.
SHE'S ALIVE!
We are being pulled toward the centre of the zone of darkness.
Captain, the Intrepid,
All hands, this is the captain.
Hold present course. Slow to warp 1.
- Spock? - Analysing now, captain.
Unmanned probes can give us the information we need
As far as power levels are concerned, everything is acting backwards.
Not even a Vulcan could feel a starship die.
while it was still low in energy, still hungry.
He just gave us reverse power. We lurched forward.
That ought to do the other thing. That ought to do it.
Received shuttlecraft.
Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott,
Yes, for lack of a better term. It's a very simple form of life.
Insufficient data.
All the peppercorns... Just spilled!
the pull from that organism is increasing.
Do you mean to tell me that thing out there
We discussed that possibility earlier. But you will need this information.
- What? - It has a negative energy charge.
Spock, do you read me? Spock, do you read me?
Have one of your engineers monitor the instruments.
not even the computers onboard the Intrepid, knew what was killing them
however illogical that may sound.
This is not a competition, doctor.
It is not a galactic nebula, such as the Coalsack.
- I sensed it die. - But I thought you had to be
We have established that the thing which destroyed
Warp factor 1, sir.
Order acknowledged. Kirk out.
Do you read me, Spock? Do you read me? Come in, Spock.
who gave his life in the performance of his duty.
Brace yourselves.
You may have just written our epitaph, Mr. Scott.
Everything seems to work in reverse.