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3 million million galaxies like this.

- What do you have on the intruder? - No identification.

A message was dispatched.

Call battle stations, Mr. Sulu.

Soon even enough for the Praetor's taste.

And in all of the universe,

Then it fired something at us. Some form of high-energy plasma.

Patrolling outposts guarding the Neutral Zone

- Affirmative, continue log entries. - Yes, sir.

Family history.

Now we go home.

with all engines and systems shut down.

Five, four, three,

We've seen a hundred campaigns together,

Back to his old course.

And in a very leisurely manoeuvre. They may not be aware of us.

You and I are of a kind.

Have lost contact with the intruder.

...standing by to beam your survivors aboard our ship.

- Affirmative, captain. - And at this distance?

They may have solved that problem.

Not too soon for me to see the stars of home.

A signal, commander.

attacked our outposts, killed our men.

- it was a sneak attack. - Mr. Stiles,

What's our position, navigator?

Now, back to the first course.

but believe the Romulan vessel to be somewhere close by

A phaser hit at this distance would be the wildest stroke of luck.

Fantastic power. And then the whole vessel disappeared.

Phasers operational, captain.

"- What? - Simple Debris."

- And you, Mr. Stiles? - I'm alive, sir.

Commander, they stay within range.