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You're the captain. A few words.
I'm frequently appalled
We should have killed them.
Is that all you have to say?
But not one second beyond that moment.
Orbit in one minute, Mr. Scott.
They're in good shape, but they won't launch us.
Not a tribal culture.
Totally illogical.
Not very efficient?
provided the creatures will permit it.
I daren't use any more
Do? I intend to continue the search, inch by inch,
in the event we've overlooked any minor damage.
More likely a loose association of some sort.
24 more hours, Captain.
Still incapable of transmission or reception.
Perhaps if you channeled the second auxiliary tank
Wood rubbing on some kind of leather.
Their artifacts are too primitive.
Aye, aye, sir.
I'm aware of that.
All right, Mr. Boma,
Scout out the area, keeping in visual contact with the ship.
Thankyou, Lieutenant.
Which would leave us at least 1 50 pounds overweight.
They're studying us, for the moment.
For the moment?
I wouldn't recommend it.
What is it, Captain?
but I believe I'm better qualified
We're getting a mass of readings I've never seen.
At least let us die like men, not machines.
we'd have on the planet's surface.
I can't see them.
It'll take more than logic to get us out of this.
Vaguely. It was like a giant ape.
was such that...
firing only when so instructed,
Let it go!
that it was time for an emotional outburst.
We could use a little inspiration.
Get a fix on the Galileo.
His heart.
What is it?
I told you to lift off!
Scotty?
I'd say your evaluation is reasonable, Mr. Boma.
Yes.
We're being drawn right into it.
Just where are you going?
Again!
But fortunately, I'm giving the orders.
Look, these people are my friends and my shipmates.
We wouldn't dare try with people.
Direct your phasers to 2:00 and 1 0:00.
I can't, sir. Nothing happens.
and you hand over his phaser
the way you address a high commissioner.
we're giving them an invitation