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Now show our position.
The body of the Centurion too.
All decks, Condition Red.
Fire!
Our chance, gentlemen.
Navigation?
which allowed no quarter, no captives.
- Position of the intruder, Mr. Spock. - Disappeared.
But Specialist Tomlinson is manning it alone.
...they may not be able to see us.
Tomlinson, the boy who was gonna get married this morning.
Forgive me, my old friend...
Yes, captain. Then Outpost 3 an hour later.
Behold a marvel in the darkness.
Picking up communication, sir.
...put this star sector on our screen.
to avoid interspace war,
Not accurate, but if we blanket them, we...
and no responsibility.
If you refuse, permit me the glory of the kill, commander.
....AND A BODY, CAPTAIN.
- What's our position? - Course unchanged, sir.
Death and more death.
- Phaser two, fire. - Phaser two, fire.
I could've called you "friend."
We know Outpost 4 has been attacked, sir,
Nor was there even ship-to-ship visual communication.
...I remind you of your duty.
Bring it to the Briefing Room. Are you ready, gentlemen?
My command post here.
At last, the screen is clear, commander.
No reaction on our motion sensors,
Make a challenge. Warn that ship off.
Our gift to the homeland, another war.
Still no sign of movement.
I have you on my screen now. Switching to visual.