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Full ahead, Mr. Scott.

Hard about, helmsman. Course: 32 degrees, mark 10.

So you're the lunatic who's responsible for almost destroying my ship?

Every solar system in this sector blasted to rubble,

Sir, I'm picking up a ship's disaster beacon.

before the Constellation's impulse engines blow.

This machine seems to have a programmed defensive sphere.

I've hooked in ship's communication. The best I can give you on impulse

That thing must get destroyed. That thing must get destroyed.

Deflector Shields at full power They can't take much more of this

I want you to rig a 30-second-delay detonation device.

- On audio, lieutenant. - Enterprise. Enterprise, come in.

- Mr. Scott. - Seven, six,

- It's gaining on us, sir. - Take evasive action, Mr. Sulu.

What the devil's going on?

Status? Tell me what’s going on with yourself

- Give me Spock. - I told you,

but we are only one ship. Our deflector shields are strained.

he gave his life in an attempt to save others.

Scanners show the same evidence of destruction.

Nonetheless, captain, sensors show nothing but debris

- Aye, sir. - We tried to contact Starfleet.

Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.

I made a mistake then.

Jim, give him a minute. He's in a state of shock.

The drop in power is definite, captain, but negligible.

The impulse engines are still in fair shape. I might coax them.

within 60 seconds, we never will.

PURE NITROGEN ABSOUTLEY PURE

beyond a certain radius. We'll maintain a discreet distance

- Not the worst way to go. - Indeed, captain.

Any energy source entering that field is subject to attack.

Nothing. I assumed command according to regulations.

Captain, the two innermost planets of this system appear to be intact.

No. No, I don't intend to die, Mr. Spock.

Aye. The shape the thing's in, it's hard to keep it from blowing.

Washburn, go down to Engineering, assist Mr. Scott.

- You went in to investigate. - We saw it