Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The leader of your people. - I am leader. There is no other.
Immensely old, completely buried, but they were here once.
Of course.
- I can't give you any guarantee. - That's not good enough, doctor.
In each case, I shall tell you when the probe is correct.
to seek out new life and new civilisations,
- Well, Scotty? - Beats me, but isn't she a beauty?
Why do you not understand that the need of my people for their Controller
Eighteen hours and 12 minutes.
I want them conscious.
Mr. Chekov, you and the security team will remain here at the entrance.
And this cave a trap.
You'd better come to Sickbay right now.
- I would not. - You must help us.
I'm a surgeon already.
Captain, I have an answer for you.
Sorry. We don't want to hurt anyone.
But advanced ion propulsion is beyond even our capabilities.
Correct.
Right elbow.
I'm holding the Enterprise in orbit about planet Sigma Draconis Vll.
The Controller. Who controls? I would like to meet, to see him.
- I don't remember. - Bones?
to learn from your Controller.
? ?
And ion propulsion, at that.
of a kind which hasn't been seen in ages.
Flank out.
It must be restored to him immediately. What have you done with it?
But he is faltering and uncertain.
How are you going to find it?
You will have him back and we will be destroyed.
Body? Why, you have none.
- Who are the others? - Givers of pain.
- Why do they want it? - Yes, why would they want it?
It could cause irreparable damage to your human brain, doctor.
If you'll finish reconnecting my speech centre, I might be able to help.
No structures, captain. No mechanised objects that I can read.
Eight hours and 34 minutes.
- won't it trap us too? - Exactly.
One thing at a time.
But that, too, was strictly under command of the women.
Spock, you're in a black box
Now.
possessing sapient life according to reports and long-range scanning.