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Death and more death.

...I remind you of your duty.

You are reduced two steps in rank. Return to post.

I must make further repairs on the transfer coil. It's giving out again.

And in all of that...

If they hit us again with our deflector shield gone...

Two commanders, several junior officers.

Outposts 2, 3 and 8 are gone.

Leave any bigotry in your quarters there’s no room for it on the bridge

Amen to that. You're taking a big gamble, Jim.

Your carelessness might have ended this glorious mission.

Outpost 4 reported under attack, sir.

with proof of the earthmen's weakness. And we will have proof.

Sit down, mister.

Battle stations. Battle stations. All decks acknowledge.

Call battle stations, Mr. Sulu.

energize. Acknowledge.

Five, four, three,

It must have a range limit.

- Coming at us fast. - Lock us on to your screen.

“One big happy fleet…!” He reads the thoughts in my brain.

You'll know, sir. They're painted like a giant bird of prey.

Obviously their weaponry is superior to ours,

all shipmasters have had one happy privilege.

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