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hovering over the planet, slicing out chunks of it
Mr. Scott, speed is of the essence.
It's veering off. Back on course for the next solar system.
- for any other vessel. - Aye, sir.
I can relieve him under Section C.
Enterprise to shuttlecraft. Come in, shuttlecraft.
Probably the first time such a weapon has ever been used
One thousand miles and closing.
Ironic, isn't it?
However, Mr. Sulu has computed the path of the machine
Oh, no, I stay here. I'm not leaving my ship...
Our phasers, useless. I stayed behind. Last man.
The other has an atmosphere poisonous to human life.
Gentlemen, beam me aboard.
I'm all blocked up with beer piss and burger turds
We are now entering System L374.
They called me. They begged me for help, 400 of them.
and uninhabitable. The rest of the ship seems able to sustain life.
What hit? What attacked you?
of easy access to its control mechanisms.
Deactivated. Scotty, could some kind of general,
Ironic, isn't it?
Direct hit.
Random chance seems to have operated in our favour.
- Attempting to remedy. - What about the Constellation's tapes?
What about the detonator?
If we can get this hulk moving, maybe we can do something.
The transporter is out, captain. You'll have to stand by.
Good. Now, Mr. Spock...
Spock, listen.
You tried to destroy it once before, commodore.
There was, but not anymore
Standing by, sir.
Damage-control party sealing off inner-hull rupture.
Captain, transporter operational, but just barely.
while his life-support systems are still operative.
It's a power drain somewhere, sir. I almost lost you.
Illogical. We cannot destroy it,
We can maintain this speed for seven hours before we exhaust our fuel,
Matt.