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This is Commander Hansen.

You run away from them, and you guarantee war.

Memories of a war over a century ago?

I had no idea that history was your speciality.

Continue evasive manoeuvres.

Listen carefully. Science officer.

Your carelessness might have ended this glorious mission.

We'll enter the Neutral Zone in less than an hour, sir.

Phaser weapons energized, set for proximity blast.

The treaty has been unbroken since that time.

Invisibility is theoretically possible, captain.

Maybe we can pull them back to our side of the Neutral Zone.

It leaves a visible trail.

- Phaser one, fire. - Phaser one, fire.

I must make further repairs on the transfer coil. It's giving out again.

Mr. Spock, he pulled me out of the Phaser Room.

- Acknowledged, sir. - Cancel battle stations.

If we are the strong, is this not the signal for war?

Why don't we fire, commander?

- Nothing, sir. - Repeat it.

We've lost them, captain.

Prepare to attack. All hands battle stations.

Damage reports, Mr. Stiles.

Could've been much, much worse, captain.

Transmission has been cut off.

Outpost 4 reported under attack, sir.

There would be no doubt they broke the treaty.

Leave any bigotry in your quarters. There's no room for it on the bridge.

We'll swing around the other side and catch him at that moment.

I am capable of no other feelings in such matters.

Traverse pattern. All phasers fire.

Quarter-hour reports on our position and status.

Which neither retreats nor grows nearer.

Go ahead, Mr. Stiles. I called this session for opinions.

Kirk here. We're minutes away, Hansen. What's your status?

That of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony.

A comet, magnitude 7, dead ahead.

They must become visible in order to launch it.

Happy wedding day. Almost.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.