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Eight hours and 34 minutes.

Why do you not understand that the need of my people for their Controller

Mr. Chekov, you and the security team will remain here at the entrance.

It must be restored to him immediately. What have you done with it?

- I would not. - You must help us.

I'm holding the Enterprise in orbit about planet Sigma Draconis Vll.

I'm a surgeon already.

Sorry. We don't want to hurt anyone.

But that, too, was strictly under command of the women.

- Who are the others? - Givers of pain.

Body? Why, you have none.

You'd better come to Sickbay right now.

Eighteen hours and 12 minutes.

- The leader of your people. - I am leader. There is no other.

possessing sapient life according to reports and long-range scanning.

And ion propulsion, at that.

- I don't remember. - Bones?

But advanced ion propulsion is beyond even our capabilities.

to seek out new life and new civilisations,

of a kind which hasn't been seen in ages.

And this cave a trap.

- Well, Scotty? - Beats me, but isn't she a beauty?

If you'll finish reconnecting my speech centre, I might be able to help.

How are you going to find it?

It could cause irreparable damage to your human brain, doctor.

Spock, you're in a black box

- Why do they want it? - Yes, why would they want it?

In each case, I shall tell you when the probe is correct.

- won't it trap us too? - Exactly.

Captain, I have an answer for you.

One thing at a time.

Immensely old, completely buried, but they were here once.

I want them conscious.

But he is faltering and uncertain.

You will have him back and we will be destroyed.

to learn from your Controller.

No structures, captain. No mechanised objects that I can read.

- I can't give you any guarantee. - That's not good enough, doctor.

The Controller. Who controls? I would like to meet, to see him.