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Your pain is mine.

Captain's log, stardate 4211.4.

It is said the dying one is a friend of Tyree

It's not bad enough there's already one serpent in Eden

Oh, about another 30 minutes.

Lucky his heart's where his liver should be or he'd be dead now.

Our souls have been together.

On the other hand, a flintlock would be the first firearm

Will he understand this balance of power?

...it could be interstellar war.

Not necessarily, captain.

Since that time, many of my people have died.

She was doing as I requested, Mr. Scott.

And you have ways as far above firesticks as the sky above our world.

What else does she know about us?

- Kirk here. - Uhura, sir.

- Yes, Jim. - How much longer, McCoy?

Well, that's clear enough, isn't it?

- Are you coming with me? - Do I have a choice?

- Any problems there? - No sign of the inhabitants so far.

Inform ship's stores that we'll need native costumes.

Only one lovely beast, Tyree.

I wanna thank you for saving his life.

I wanna hear all about that. We must make plans.

When a man and woman are joined in this manner,

Some men never grow.

Then he has the wrong friends.

Tyree has told me much of you.

Remember this leaf?

- I don't think they've spotted us. - Make that definite.

You will help in ways she does not understand.

There! I left it there.

- Tyree's woman. - She's a Kahn-ut-tu.

And, sir, the fact Earth took 12 centuries doesn't mean they had to.

And I know you have many ways

would grow tired of killing. But you were right.

The pain will help me to consciousness. Hit me.

And what about your friend Tyree?