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We've seen a hundred campaigns together,

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

Now we go home.

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

Now, back to the first course.

but believe the Romulan vessel to be somewhere close by

You and I are of a kind.

Soon even enough for the Praetor's taste.

Patrolling outposts guarding the Neutral Zone

Fantastic power. And then the whole vessel disappeared.

with all engines and systems shut down.

attacked our outposts, killed our men.

They may have solved that problem.

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

Call battle stations, Mr. Sulu.

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

- Affirmative, captain. - And at this distance?

"- What? - Simple Debris."

A signal, commander.

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

Phasers operational, captain.

What's our position, navigator?

Commander, they stay within range.

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

Family history.

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

Have lost contact with the intruder.

A message was dispatched.

Back to his old course.

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

And in all of the universe,

Five, four, three,

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

3 million million galaxies like this.