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No time for theory. I just hope you're right.

But its mass and its atmosphere are similar to Earth.

The ship's not structured to take that speed for any length of time.

Sulu's picked up an organism that's almost a virus.

Unable to comply.

They were life forms. They registered as life forms.

990.7 light years to be exact, lieutenant.

No, that would give a mechanical reading. I'm getting nothing.

You were correct in your "feel."

This expedition should be a geologist's dream, Mr. D'Amato.

- Zero-eight-three. - Hang on.

I had the same misgivings about you, captain.

I wonder what killed him.

I don't see any water,

What have we got to lose?

- She must be somewhere. - She's not registering.

I am for you, professor Nichols.

Ms. Jackie you have the con.

Are there others on this planet?

Like a door opening.

Please, Mr. Scott, restrain your leaps of illogic.

and I've got static-electric charges dancing on the instruments.

That's how D'Amato died. Phasers won't stop her.

And it's the nearest biological form of life that I can find.

But you are my match, James Kirk. I must touch you.

- Aye, sir. - Lieutenant Rahda,

You're... You're the woman on the Enterprise.

From zero, I suddenly got a reading that was off the scale,

Is it possible the vegetation could absorb the water directly from the air?

But, captain, where are the people who made it?

All vegetation is inedible. Poison to us.

Please, I must touch him. I am for Lieutenant Sulu.

Station? Station? Where?

I, Losira, wish you well.

I merely point out that the facts

I suggest we refrain from guessing and find some facts.

Yes, that's possible. There's also the possibility of underground water.

- I feel fine, captain. - Is he, Bones?

but his last words were a warning cry about some strange woman.

even that of a small star going supernova,

Yes, Mr. Spock.

Unless we're dealing with beings...