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- A ghost planet?
- I suggest no supernatural explanation.

But the facts do not fit
any known categories of planets.

- The facts should explain something.
- Undoubtedly.

The age of this planet
is only a few thousand years.

Vegetation cannot evolve
in so short a period.

Its size is that of Earth's moon.

But its mass and its atmosphere
are similar to Earth.

- That would be difficult to explain.
- It would be impossible, Captain.

An atmosphere
could not evolve so quickly.

- And yet it has.
- Evidently.

But the inconsistencies present
a seemingly impossible phenomenon.

- But a fascinating one, Mr. Spock.
- Precisely, Captain.

It would bear closer investigation
if we are to provide a report.

Send Dr. McCoy to the transporter room
for survey party.

We'll also need geologist D'Amato.

Beam down coordinates.
Mr. Sulu, you'll accompany me.

Mr. Spock, you have the conn.

Lieutenant Radha,
report to the bridge immediately.

This should be a geologist's dream.

The chance to explore
so young a planet is lucky.

You'll have a report to startle
the Interstellar Geophysical Conference.

- Why? What is it?
- A planet even Spock can't explain.

Prepare to transport.

Energize.

Wait! You must not go.

- Did you see what I saw?
- That woman attacked Ensign Wyatt.

[EXPLOSION]

Mr. Spock, are you all right?

- No permanent damage was done.
- What happened?

My head seems to have impacted
with the arm of the chair.

- No, I meant what happened to us.
- That we have yet to ascertain.

Mr. Spock! The planet's gone!

- What kind of earthquake was that?
- They'll tear the planet apart.

Captain, this tremor we felt,
if that's what it was --

and it's like no seismic disturbance
I've felt before --

I got a reading of almost immeasurable
power, but it's not there any more.

Could seismic stress account for it?

The reading I got had nothing
to do with a seismic force.

That's very strange. And that woman.
Kirk to Enterprise.

Enterprise, come in.

- The shock may have damaged it.
- It's gone!

The Enterprise. It's gone!

He's right. There's nothing there.

What the devil does that mean, Jim?

For one thing... it means we're stranded.

KIRK:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

The Enterprise must have blown up.

That would explain
the high radiation readings, if...

Stop guessing
and try and establish a pattern.

There's no high energy concentration.

If the Enterprise had blown up,
it would have left radiation.

Could it be the Enterprise
hit the planet?

Once in Siberia there was a meteor
so great that it flattened forests and...

If I'd wanted Russian history,
I'd have brought Chekov.

This is a matter of survival.

Without the Enterprise, we need food
and water, and we need them fast.

I want a detailed analysis of this planet
and I want it now.

- Aye, sir.
- Yes, sir.

No damage. All power levels normal.

Ship functioning normally.
Many bumps and bruises.

One casualty. The transporter officer.
He's dead.

Dead?

- Spock to Sickbay.
- Sickbay. Dr. M'Benga.

Report on the death.

We're not sure. Dr. Sanchez is
conducting an autopsy right now.

Mmm... Give me a full report
as soon as possible. Spock out.

Mr. Scott, have the transporter checked
for possible malfunction.

No debris of any kind.
I've made two full scans.

If the planet had broken up,
there would be some sign.

What bothers me is the stars,
Mr. Spock.

- The stars.
- Yes, sir. They're wrong.

- Wrong?
- Yes, Mr. Spock.

Look.

Here's a replay of the star pattern
just before the explosion.

- A positional change.
- It doesn't make any sense.

But I'd say we've been knocked 1,000
light years away from where we were.

990.7 light years to be exact,
Lieutenant.

Nothing can do that.

Since we are here, your statement is
both illogical and unworthy of refutation.

It is also illogical to assume that any
explosion, even a star going supernova,

could have hurled us
a distance of 990.7 light years.

It shouldn't have hurled us anywhere. It
should have destroyed us immediately.

That is correct, Mr. Scott.

There was no unconsciousness,
it was only a few seconds,

therefore we were displaced in some
manner which I am unable to fathom.

So the planet didn't blow up
and the captain is still alive!

Please restrain your leaps of illogic.
I said nothing. I was merely speculating.

M'BENGA [OVER INTERCOM]:
Sickbay to Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

You asked for an autopsy report.

The cause of death seems
to have been cellular disruption.

Explain.

It's as though every cell
had been blasted from inside.

- Would any known disease do that?
- Dr. Sanchez has ruled that out.

Please keep me fully advised.
Spock out.

He was in the transporter room.

Someone may have entered
after Captain Kirk and his party left.

Since the Enterprise
is obviously functional,

let's return to our starting place
at top warp speed.

It will take us a while to get there.

In that case, I suggest we start at once.
Can you give me warp 8?

Aye, sir. And maybe a wee bit more.

I'll sit on the warp engines myself
and nurse them.

That position, Mr. Scott,
would not only be unavailing,

but also undignified.

- Plot a course...
- Already plotted and laid in, sir.

Good. Then prepare to come to warp 8.

- Your report covers all vegetation?
- Yes.

All vegetation is inedible.
Poison to us.

If the Enterprise has been destroyed,
you know how long we can survive.

Yes. I don't see any water, but there
must be some to grow the vegetation.

Water would stretch our survival.
Did you see any evidence of rainfall?

No, sir.
Nor evidence that there ever has been.

But there is vegetation.

Could the vegetation
absorb the water from the air?

Yes. And maybe
there's underground water.

There could be.

Sulu's picked up a virus-like organism,

a plant parasite, which is
the nearest form of life I can find.

This is our home for as long as we last.
Let's find out as much as we can.

D'Amato, look for underground water.

Sulu, run an atmospheric analysis.

Bones, see if you can find out anything
about the vegetation and your parasite.

How do they get their moisture?

If you can discover how they survive,
maybe we can.

- Sulu to Captain.
- Kirk here.

I was making
a standard magnetic sweep.

I got a reading that was off the scale,

then a reverse of polarity and...
now I get nothing.

I've not seen anything like this.

Like a door opened
and then closed again.

Kirk out.

- Do not be afraid.
- I'm not.

Geological disturbances
don't frighten me.

- They're my specialty.
- I know.

You are Lieutenant D'Amato.
Senior geologist.

- How did you know that?
- From the Enterprise.

We're stranded here.
Have you been talking to my friends?

- Do not be afraid.
- I'm not afraid.

I am for you, Lieutenant D'Amato.

- You're the woman on the Enterprise.
- I am only for D'Amato.

Lucky D'Amato.

- I want to have a conference.
- Do not call the others.

Please.

- McCoy to Kirk.
- Kirk here.

I suddenly got a life-form reading
of tremendous intensity.

- What do you mean?
- Just that.

All levels were normal, then I get this
biological surge of life-form registering.

- Now it's gone.
- As though a door opened and closed.

- Yes.
- What direction?

- 083.
- Hang on.

D'Amato's section, come in.

Kirk to D'Amato. Come in. Come in.

Bones, Sulu, D'Amato doesn't answer.

I'll be right there.

Bones!

Every cell in his body's been disrupted.

- Jim, what are you doing?
- Digging a grave.

Poor D'Amato.
What a terrible way to die.

There are no good ways, Sulu.

- That's the same red rock.
- My phaser didn't cut it.

It has a mighty high melting point.

8,000 degrees centigrade.
It looks like igneous rock, but denser.

This whole planet must be made up
of this, covered over by top soil.

It might explain this place better
if we knew what the substance is.

I know it was D'Amato's field,
but see what you can find out.

Yes, sir.

I guess a tomb of rocks is
the best we can provide for D'Amato.

Yeah. It might be
the most suitable memorial at that.

I wonder what killed him.

I don't know.
But something or someone did.

We're holding warp 8.4, sir.

Our estimated time of arrival
is 11 and one half solar hours.

11.337 hours, Lieutenant.
I wish you would be more precise.

Scott to bridge.

- Spock here.
- Mr. Spock, the ship feels wrong.

"Feels," Mr. Scott?

Instrumentation reads correct
but the feel is wrong.

- I can't quite put it into words.
- That is obvious.

Avoid emotionalism
and keep your instruments correct.

Spock out.

- It looks so lonely there.
- It would be worse if he had company.

How can you joke about it?

I'm not. Until we know what killed him,
none of us are safe.

We've got to devise
a defense against it.

Is it possible that the rocks have life?

- You remember on Janus VI...
- But our instruments recorded that.

They registered as life-forms.

Unless we're dealing with intelligent
beings who can shield themselves.

Intelligent enough to destroy the ship?

That's the problem.
We have only questions. No answers.

Watkins.

Check the bypass valve on the
matter-antimatter reaction chamber.

- Make sure it's not overheating.
- The board shows correct.

- I didn't ask you to check the board.
- Yes, sir.

Who are you?

My name is not important.
Yours is Watkins. John B.

- Engineer Grade 4.
- You know all about me.

- I've never seen you before.
- Show me this unit. I wish to learn.

This is the matter-antimatter
integrator control.

Not correct.

That is the emergency overload bypass,
which engages almost instantaneously.

A wise precaution since it takes
the antimatter longer to explode

once the magnetic flow fails.

I am for you, Mr. Watkins.

Mr. Scott, a strange woman
knows the plan of the Enterprise.

[SCREAM]

Oh, you poor lad.

- Scott to bridge. Scott to bridge.
- Spock here.

- My assistant, Watkins, is dead!
- Do you know what he died of?

I didn't see it, but his last words
were about a strange woman.

Security alert.
Female intruder, extremely dangerous.

Security alert, all decks.

Conclusions.

The substance of this planet
is an alloy of diburnium-osmium.

- It couldn't have evolved naturally.
- Nothing here makes sense.

Except for momentary fluctuations,
this planet has no magnetic field.

These rocks are only
a few thousand years old.

No known process could evolve
this plant life in so short a time.

So this might be an artificial planet?

But where are the people who made it?
Why can't we see them?

They might be shielding themselves
from our sensor probes.

It's dark. Let's get some rest. Tomorrow
we have to find food and water

or it will be an unpleasant stay.

- While it lasts.
- I'll take the first watch.

Set D'Amato's tricorder
for automatic distress.

- You never can tell.
- Aye, sir.

[BLEEPING]

Spock to Sickbay.
Have you completed the autopsy?

M'BENGA [OVER INTERCOM]:
Yes, we have.

Did he die the same way
as the transporter officer?

The pattern of disruption was the same.

But as to the cause,
your guess is as good as mine.

My guess, Doctor, would be valueless.

Refrain from guessing
and find some facts. Spock out.

The power of this intruder
to disrupt every cell in a body,

combined with the power required
to hurl the Enterprise such a distance,

speak of a very high culture
and a very great danger.

You mean that one of the people
that threw us 1,000 light years

is on board and killing our people?

- A reasonable assumption.
- Then Watkins must have been killed.

I sent him in to check
the matter-antimatter reactor.

It couldn't have been
anything he touched.

If there are more of those beings
on that planet,

the captain and the others
are in very great danger.

I am unarmed.

- Who are you?
- That is not important.

You are Lieutenant Sulu.
You were born on Earth.

- You are helmsman for the Enterprise.
- How do you know this?

- Are you from this planet?
- I am from here.

Then the planet is hollow.
Who killed D'Amato?

The captain will want to talk to you.
That way.

Move.

You do not understand.
I have come for you.

- What do you want?
- I want... to touch you.

You were on the Enterprise.

Keep back! Stop or I'll shoot!
I don't want to have to kill a woman.

Captain Kirk! Captain Kirk!

[SULU SHOUTS]

Hold it.

- Who are you?
- I am for him. I am for Sulu.

Don't let her touch you! That's how
D'Amato died. Phasers won't stop her.

I am for Lieutenant Sulu.
Please. I must touch him.

How can you destroy others
and not me?

I don't want to destroy. I don't want to.

Who are you?
Why are you trying to kill us?

Only Sulu.

I mean you no harm.

Are there men on this planet?

Please, I must touch him.
I am for Lieutenant Sulu.

No!

Bones, did you see that?

Maybe Spock was wrong.
Perhaps this is a ghost planet.

All I know is
she almost made a ghost out of Sulu.

Every cell in his shoulder
has been disrupted.

- If she'd gotten a good grip...
- How can such people be?

Such evil, and she's so... so beautiful.

Yes, I know.

Security sweeps of all decks are
negative. No evidence of intruder.

Very well. Cancel Red Alert
but maintain increased security.

All decks cancel Red Alert.
Maintain increased security.

Update our report to Starfleet to include
security search, results negative.

- How did she get off the ship?
- The same way she got on.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Spock, what are the chances of
the captain and the others being alive?

We are not engaged in gambling.
We are proceeding in the logical way

to return to where they were last seen
and ascertain whether they still live.

- Yes, Mr. Spock.
- Speed has increased to warp 8.8.

- Bridge to engineering.
- Scotty here. I see it.

It's a power surge.
Reduce speed till I locate the trouble.

- Very well. Reduce speed to warp 7.
- Aye, sir. Warp 7.

Mr. Spock. Our speed has increased
to warp 8.9 and still climbing.

Bridge to engineering.
Speed is still increasing.

Aye, Mr. Spock, and I've found out why.

The emergency bypass control
of the integrator is fused.

The engines are running wild.
There's no way to get at them.

We'll reach maximum overload
in 15 minutes.

I would calculate 14.87 minutes,
Mr. Scott.

Those few seconds
will not make any difference,

because we will no longer be here
to bandy it back and forth.

This thing is going to blow up.

And there's nothing
in the universe that can stop it.

There's a layer of necrotic tissue
a few cells thick.

- A normal wound would heal quickly.
- She just... touched me.

- How could it happen so fast?
- That's a good question.

She touched the transporter chief
and he collapsed immediately.

She got to D'Amato.
We saw what happened to him.

- Question is, why are you alive?
- I'm happy the way it turned out.

Jim.

What kind of power must she have?

The power to totally disrupt
biological cell structure.

Sulu's alive because I intervened.

But that raises an even worse question.

Why didn't she kill you?

She's not through yet.

It's useless.
And no question, it's deliberate.

- Sabotage.
- Aye. And a thorough job.

The system's foolproof. Whoever
murdered Watkins sabotaged it.

You said it was fused. How?

That's what worries me.

It's fused, but it would take all the power
of our phaser banks to do it.

- Interesting.
- The fact that we're about to blow up?

No. But the method is fascinating.

Whatever did this
is still aboard this ship.

Why did you cancel the security alert?

A force that could hurl us
990.7 light years away

and still be able to sabotage
our main source of energy

will not be waiting around
to be taken into custody.

As I recall, there is a tube
leading to the reaction chamber.

There's a crawlway, but it's not meant
to be used while the integrator operates.

Still, it might be possible to shut off
the flow of fuel at that point.

What with? Bare hands?

A magnetic probe.

Any matter that comes in contact
with antimatter triggers the explosion.

And I'm not sure a man
can live in a crawlway

in the energy stream
of the magnetic field.

- I shall try.
- You'll be killed, man.

Unless a solution is found quickly,
that fate awaits all of us.

Aye. You're right.
What have we got to lose?

I'll do it, Mr. Spock. I know every
millimeter of that system.

- I'll do what has to be done.
- Very well.

You spoke of
the feel of the ship being wrong.

Aye. It was an emotional statement.
I don't expect you to understand it.

I note it without
necessarily understanding it.

I will compare the present condition of
the Enterprise with her ideal condition.

- We don't have time for that.
- We have 12 minutes and 27 seconds.

Do whatever you can in the crawlway
while I make the computer study.

Do you feel strong enough to move?

- I feel fine, Captain.
- He's in fair shape.

All right.

The woman's destructive power seems
to be aimed at one person at a time.

The other two might
be able to protect the one she's after

by interposing their bodies.

How does she know about us?
Does she read our minds?

- Phaser on overload!
- Controls are fused. Drop!

Apparently she can destroy
our weapons as well as destroy us.

Let's go.

Right, lads. Get the crawlway
door open. Hand me the tools.

Communicator. All right. Head first.

I hope Mr. Spock knows
what he's doing.

Scott to bridge.

SPOCK [OVER INTERCOM]:
Go ahead, Mr. Scott.

I've sealed off the aft end
of the crawlway

and positioned separator charges

to blast me clear
if I rupture the magnetic bottle.

I'm so close to the flow now it feels like
ants crawling all over my body.

Refrain from any further
subjective descriptions.

You have ten minutes and 19 seconds
to perform your task.

RADHA [OVER INTERCOM]: Mr. Spock.
We're at warp 11.2 and accelerating.

I heard that. The ship's not structured
to take that speed for any length of time.

You now have ten minutes
and ten seconds.

All right, Mr. Spock. I'm starting
to open the access panel now.

Access to the flow itself.

If the magnetic flow jumps,
you must jettison me.

The safety control
will not hold more than two seconds

if I rupture the field.

I'm aware of these facts.
Please get on with the job.

Computer, analysis
on my comparison coordinates.

COMPUTER: Comparison coordinates
too complex for immediate read-out.

Will advise upon completion.

I've removed the access plate

and I've got electric charges
dancing on the instruments.

Looks like an aurora borealis in there.

- You monitoring the magnetic force?
- Yes, sir.

Please do not take your eyes off it.

Lieutenant Radha,
arm the pod jettison system.

I'll jettison at the
first sign of trouble.

Not until my order.

Yes, sir. Warp 11.9.

- Mr. Scott, what is your situation?
- It's hard to see.

There's so much disturbance
that any attempt to get at the flow

would rupture the magnetic field.

You have eight minutes, 41 seconds.

I know what time it is.
I don't need a bloomin' cuckoo clock.

Captain, I'm getting that strange
magnetic sweep again.

Yes.

Like a door... opening...

- Who have you come for this time?
- For you, James T. Kirk.

Commander of the Enterprise.

Keep behind us, Jim.

- Why do you want to kill us?
- For defense.

You are commander of the Enterprise.

- Why do you want to kill me?
- You are an invader.

We're on a peaceful mission.
You've killed our people.

- We want to leave peacefully.
- I'm getting no life-form register.

- An android?
- That would give a mechanical reading.

- Who are you?
- I am Losira. Commander.

- Commander of what?
- Of this station.

Station? Station? Where?

- How do you feel about killing me?
- Feel?

- Killing... is wrong.
- Stay between us!

You must not penetrate this station!
Please, I must touch you!

- You want to kill me?
- No.

- Then why do it, if you don't want to?
- I am... sent.

By whom?

- We defend this place.
- Are there others on this planet?

They... are... no more.

How long have you been alone?
Are you lonely?

- She must be somewhere.
- She's not registering.

And there's this power surge,
right off the scale.

Like a door closing.
It must be near here.

- Is the power level still holding?
- Off the scale.

It's remained at a peak
since she disappeared.

The entrance is here.

You think we're being invited in?

Certainly looks like it. And the invitation
doesn't exactly relax me.

- I'd rather be on the Enterprise.
- I agree.

We've been led here. Why?

I don't know.

But whatever civilization exists
on this planet is in there.

And without the Enterprise,
the only source of food and water

is in there.

Let's go.

Computer read-out.

COMPUTER: Comparison
analysis complete.

Continue.

Transporter factor M7
reassembled outphase point 0009.

- 57 seconds to go, sir.
- Understood.

Mr. Spock, I'm going to try
to cut through the magnetic flow.

But if the probe doesn't
precisely match the magnetic flow,

there will be an explosion.

Starting right... now.

- Magnetic force indicator jumping.
- Mr. Scott, ease off.

- Magnetic force has dropped to normal.
- Warp 13.2, sir.

Computer, for outphase condition,
will reverse field achieve closure?

COMPUTER: Affirmative,
if M7 factor maintained.

Mr. Scott, reverse polarity
on your magnetic probe.

Reverse polarity? That will take
some doing. What purpose could it...

Please commence. I'll explain.
You were correct in your "feel".

We went through a transporter
and were reassembled out of phase.

Reverse polarity
should seal the incision.

I just hope you're right.

RADHA [OVER INTERCOM]:
20 seconds.

I'm doing the best I can.

Wait!

It's stuck!

It's stuck! Push the button!

- Please continue.
- Don't be a fool! Push the button!

It's your last chance! Don't be
sentimental. I'm gonna die anyway.

Please continue.

It's loose! But there's no time.
Push the button!

Nine seconds...
Eight seconds... Seven seconds...

Six seconds... Five seconds...
Four seconds...

Three seconds... Two seconds... One...

Mr. Spock, now.

Warp 14.1... Warp 14.

Magnetic forces steady.

Warp 13.9 and dropping.

Mr. Scott,
you have accomplished your task.

You might at least say thank you.

- For what purpose, Mr. Scott?
- Never mind.

Why do you humans always require
a display of emotion?

Two men pursue the only reasonable
course of action indicated

and yet you feel
that something else is necessary.

Who have you come for?

Form a circle.

You see? You'd better tell us.

Tell us. Who have you come for?

Who have you come for?

- You're very determined. For me?
- I am for James T. Kirk.

- Gentlemen, I need your help.
- Please.

I must touch you.
I beg it. It is my existence.

We've seen the results of your touch.

But you are my match, James Kirk.
I must touch you.

Then I will live as one,
even to the structure of your cells,

the arrangement of chromosomes.

That is how you kill.

You'll never reach me.

- Watch out!
- I am for McCoy.

That computer must be
programming these replicas.

They match our chromosome patterns.

A very painful affair.

- I am for Sulu.
- Shift positions.

We can no longer protect each other.

Spock! The computer! Destroy it!

Mr. Spock, I am glad to see you.
I thought you had been destroyed.

I had the same misgivings about you.

We returned and picked up
your readings a moment ago.

- Returned from where?
- From where this brain sent us.

990.7 light years across the galaxy.
What a remarkable culture this is.

Was.
Its defenses were run by computer.

I surmised that.
Its moves were immensely logical.

But what people created this?
Are they here?

There were replicas of one of them.
But their power has been destroyed.

That is a loss, Captain.

You wouldn't have thought so
if you'd been among us.

My fellow Kalandans, welcome.

A disease has destroyed us.
Beware of it.

After your long journey, I'm sorry
to give you only a recorded welcome.

But we who have guarded the outpost

will be dead by the time
you take this planet.

I am the last
of our advanced force left alive.

Too late, the physicians discovered
the cause of our sickness.

In creating this planet,

we have accidentally produced
a deadly organism.

I have awaited the supply ship
from home for medical assistance,

but I doubt now
whether it will arrive in time.

I will set the outpost controls
on automatic.

The computer will defend
against all life-forms but our own.

My fellow Kalandans,

I, Losira, wish you well.

The previous ships
probably spread the disease.

The supply ship never came.

All these thousands of years she's been
waiting to greet people who were dead.

To do the job of defense,

the computer projected a replica
of the only image available --

Losira's.

The computer was too perfect.

It projected so much
of Losira's personality

that it felt regret, guilt, at killing.

That bought us the time we needed
to destroy it.

She must have been...
a remarkable woman.

And beautiful.

Beauty is transitory, Doctor.

However, she was, evidently,
highly intelligent.

Kirk to Enterprise. Five to beam up.
I don't agree with you.

Beauty... survives.