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I may have been mistaken.

and almost helpless.

Captain's Log.: Stardate 2822.3.

the sensor section says the beams are working again.

until the last possible moment.

Kelowitz, Captain.

If I can get a full load, we should be able to achieve orbit with all hands.

Galileo to Enterprise.

There are always alternatives

Make up your mind, Mr. Latimer.

It'll take time, but it's possible

make room for Mr. Scott to do his work.

They're getting ready. They'll attack.

Of course, Mr. Spock.

It's from up there.

Aye, you could put it that way.

assuming a tribal culture.

but at least it's your big chance.

as the ion storm slowly disperses.

70mm of mercury,

Another prediction, Mr. Spock?

That would seem to solve the problem of who to leave behind.

A priceless opportunity for scientific investigation.

Mr. Scott, there are always alternatives.

order all sensor sections to direct beams aft.

Dr. McCoy, with very few exceptions,

Just a few words about being pulled off course.

in the event I don't return.

No, sir. Too much interference.

Mr. Spock. we're ready.

Alive and well.

I'm sure the authorities will be pleased by your diligence.

How long can we hold it?

Are you ready, Scott?

The usual end of a decaying orbit.

Course, 3.2 by--

Your tone is increasingly hostile.

this is a very large planet.

And may I remind you...

I'm in command here, Mr. Ferris.

I'm sick and tired of your logic!

If we do nothing,

Captain, the Columbus has returned

that desperation is a highly emotional state of mind.

Captain's Log.: Stardate 2823. 1.

My place is here.

The flight hatch is closed.

by candlelight, if necessary,

Maybe eight minutes if the weight's right.

Full function, continuous operation until further orders.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

That is a most illogical attitude.

None of our instruments work.

We've lost a great deal of fuel.

Instruments are slowly returning to an operable condition