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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.

First Officer's Log, Stardate 4187.3.

The Enterprise shuttlecraft Copernicus
is en route to Starbase 25

with an important cargo.

A Slaver stasis box

discovered by archaeologists
on the planet Kzin.

These stasis boxes
are the most remarkable thing

the Slavers ever produced.

Time stands still inside a stasis box.

A billion years means nothing in there.

What is it, Lieutenant?

I've studied the history
of the Slaver Empire, but it's sketchy.

We know they were masters
of all the intelligent beings in this galaxy

a billion years ago.
Until one race revolted.

Are the stasis boxes
the only source of information we have?

The Slavers and all their subjects
were exterminated

in the war that followed.

Intelligent life had to evolve
all over again.

The stasis boxes are the only remnant
of those lost civilizations.

Why is it glowing like that?

Mr. Sulu! What is our position?

Passing Beta Lyrae, sir. 142 degrees
north-east of galactic plane.

Most peculiar.

This indicates there is
another stasis box circling Beta Lyrae.

Another one?

It would be most illogical
that a stasis box would remain here

undiscovered for so long.

Beta Lyrae is one of the rare spectacles
of the galaxy.

Almost every ship that passes
stops to see it.

Maybe no one else was carrying
a stasis box detector.

Possible.

The only known stasis box detector
is another stasis box.

- Still. Mr. Sulu.
- Yes, sir?

Bring us about.
We'll investigate the Beta Lyrae system.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stasis boxes and their contents
are the only remnant of a species

which ruled most of this galaxy
a billion years ago.

Their effect on science
has been incalculable.

In one was found a flying belt

which was the key
to the artificial gravity field

used by starships.

Another box contained a disrupter bomb
with the pin pulled.

As a result, all stasis boxes are now
under the jurisdiction of Starfleet,

and only certain key specialists
handle them.

The boxes are rare,
potentially dangerous,

and we seem to have found
a second one.

I never did like
these little ice-bound worlds.

We are not tourists here, Lieutenant.

Mr. Spock, if it takes a stasis box
to find another stasis box,

how did anyone ever find the first one?

As with a number of discoveries,
purely by accident, Lieutenant.

The other box
seems to be almost under us,

perhaps 30 meters below the ice.

We won't have any trouble digging for it.

In this low pressure, the ice should boil
as soon as the phasers melt it.

I must take full responsibility
for this event.

Instead of being warned
by the highly unlikely coincidence

of a second stasis box,

I allowed its possible value
to influence my judgment.

The Kzinti now possess our stasis box.

Its contents will determine
how much damage

my error has done the Federation
and its people.

- Where are we?
- A Kzinti spacecraft.

That isn't good.

Kzinti aren't supposed to have phasers,
are they?

The Treaty of Sirius does not
permit them any weapons at all,

beyond police vessels.

Obviously, the treaty has been broken.

A police web.

We won't be able to move
unless we can turn it off somehow.

The lean, bedraggled one
is a reader of minds.

I've heard all Kzinti telepaths
are unhappy neurotics.

He fits the description.

There is no sure way
to guard our thoughts from him.

Mr. Sulu, he is not likely to deal
with me or Lieutenant Uhura.

She and I are inferior beings to them.

But the Kzinti are meat eaters.

If you sense him reading your mind,
think of eating a raw vegetable.

Yes, sir. Maybe I can goad them
into revealing their purpose.

Lieutenant Uhura. This may be crucial.

In the presence of the Kzinti,
do not say anything,

do not do anything startling.

Try to look harmless.

Any special reason?

Are you forgetting
Kzinti females are dumb animals?

In an emergency

the Kzinti may forget a human female
is an intelligent creature.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Lieutenant, I value your intelligence,

but we may be able
to seize an opportunity to escape

- if the Kzinti believe you have none.
- Yes, sir.

Identify yourself.

Lieutenant Sulu
of the Starfleet vessel Enterprise.

This is First Officer Spock.

You're a Vulcan. I feel no pressing need
to talk to an eater of roots and leaves.

Humans at least are omnivorous.

I am Chuft Captain.

You are prisoners
aboard the privateer Traitor's Claw,

a stolen police vessel.

Stealing must be a habit with you.
This ship, two stasis boxes.

Kzinti archaeologists found both boxes,

but the one we managed to keep
was empty.

It served us well as bait
to draw you here,

but the Slavers had weapons
that could devastate a galaxy.

There could be one in that box.

The Kzinti fought four wars
with humankind and lost all of them.

The last one was 200 years ago,
and you haven't learned a thing since.

Guard your speech.

None of my crew
has yet tasted human meat

as our ancestors did.

We would welcome the opportunity.

Always you have had
superior equipment.

We seek a weapon
that will defeat you at last.

Then you're really working
for the Kzinti government.

The records will show
the Traitor's Claw

is a stolen police ship.

If we are captured,
the Highest of Kzin will repudiate us.

But if we succeed,
you are meat for our tables.

- Could that be a picture of a Slaver?
- If so, it is the first ever discovered.

- An important historical find.
- It looks like fresh meat.

Over a billion years in that box,
and it looks fresh.

Nothing like this has ever been found.
We are the only ones who have it.

Look at it, human.

This weapon may well mean
the end of mankind.

First Officer's Log, supplemental.

The Kzinti now possess a weapon
potentially deadly to the entire galaxy.

The extent of its power
remains to be seen.

Have the humans moved to the surface

and be sure they are secured
in the police web.

- We will use them to test the weapon.
- Yes, Chuft Captain.

You have observed the aliens.
Can you read their minds?

I can read Sulu,
with difficulty, Chuft Captain.

The other human is only a female.
The third is a pacifistic herbivore.

Surely you would not force me
to delve such minds?

If it is necessary.

I realize the time you need to recover
from each effort.

Chuft Captain, we have finished testing
the meat that was in the stasis box.

It is protoplasmic and poisonous.

What of the picture?

The human, Sulu,
believes it to be a Slaver.

So do I.
It would have made a worthy enemy.

Perhaps the toggle.

Telepath! Am I not affecting him at all?

- Is it the life support belt interfering?
- No, Chuft Captain.

He hears a faint whine,
but he feels no ill effects.

There is a vibration
in the metal of his belt.

Chuft Captain, he is too alien.

He makes me taste yellow root
munched between flat teeth.

Be glad if you need not read
the Vulcan's mind.

It may be a communications device,

or a sonic stunner designed to affect
members of a race now dead.

A good serviceable telescope.
They built well, these Slavers.

It is of no use to us.
We already have small telescopes.

I give you credit, human.
You are not afraid to die.

Merely a laser.

The Federation has had
a more effective model

for over 100 years.

Telepath's suit is ruptured!

Never mind that.
The female is escaping!

- What of it?
- Fool! Human females are intelligent.

Telepath's suit
lost considerable pressure.

We reached the ship
in time to save him.

Good. We will need him later.

- What is this?
- Perhaps a personal rocket motor.

One could place one's foot
on the pedals and balance.

It appears to be transportation,
not a weapon.

- Nice try.
- I'm slowing down.

I used to run the 100 in record time.

- How long was I out? Did I miss much?
- Not much.

A lot of good they'll get
out of that rocket setting.

We are fortunate none of the settings
so far have been superior

to the technology
now available to the Federation.

No gun sight. No obvious way to aim it.

- Mr. Spock. I can move.
- So can I.

The police web is off.

The fifth setting
seems to be an energy absorber.

Fascinating.

I had no idea
the Slavers had such things.

- Mr. Spock, we...
- Yes.

When I give the word,
make for the shuttle.

Remember to zigzag.

Ready? Go.

- Chuft Captain, what happened?
- I would rather not discuss it.

Help me into the ship.

Mr. Spock!
I thought it was one of the aliens.

I have the weapon.

They've got Uhura. And subspace radio.

They can call for help
from the Kzin planet

- if they think the weapon's worth it.
- No, they cannot.

Or rather, will not.

- Why?
- Because I kicked Chuft Captain.

Consider.

Chuft Captain has been attacked
by an herbivorous pacifist,

an eater of leaves and roots,
one who traditionally does not fight.

And the ultimate insult,

I left him alive.

Chuft Captain's honor is at stake.

He must seek personal revenge
before he can call for help.

That gives us some time.

- You did plan it that way?
- Of course.

As long as you stay free,
the Kzinti can't or won't do anything.

But they could use Lieutenant Uhura
as a bribe.

Agreed. However, to this point,

we have not seen
anything more powerful

- than equipment Starfleet already has.
- Yes.

But I have a feeling, Mr. Spock.

This weapon must have
belonged to a spy, an espionage agent.

I acknowledge your expertise
in the field of weapons, Mr. Sulu,

but I do not see how you can
determine probable ownership.

Well, here, look at it. All these settings.

We don't know a common Slaver soldier
couldn't handle them,

but as a weapon,
only the laser is effective.

The others aren't necessary
for the line soldier's one purpose,

to destroy the enemy.

Assuming it's a spy weapon then,

the Slavers would have wanted
to keep it a secret weapon.

If so, it is logical to assume
it has a self-destruct setting, too.

- But we've seen all the phases.
- Perhaps not.

There is the null setting.
It seems to do nothing.

But why should it be there?

It does not correspond to a safety lock.

It may be the key to another setting.

This is the Traitor's Claw
calling Mr. Sulu.

We have the female prisoner.

Will you bargain,
or must we take harsh action?

It will not be pleasant for her.

I repeat.

We have the female prisoner
as hostage.

You have something we want.

We will trade her life
for the Slaver weapon.

- Answer him, Lieutenant.
- Lieutenant Sulu here.

- What about Mr. Spock?
- He must surrender.

- I will offer him single combat.
- Not interested.

I am as the Vulcan left me,
with two ribs broken.

I have not set them
nor bandaged myself.

He may conceivably kill me.

Kzinti ribs have some vertical bracing.

But I kicked him over one heart.

I compute the odds
of my defeating Chuft Captain in combat

at 16-to-1 against.

Offer refused.

They think very little of you.

Wrong. They don't think much of you.

A self-destruct mechanism
would not have a gun sight.

No. Let's see what this does do.

We can't give them that!

Fascinating.

No world in the Federation
has produced anything so powerful.

Almost beyond theoretical limits.

Total conversion of matter to energy
at a distance.

If the Kzinti had that the whole galaxy
would be their dinner table.

Hit the dirt!

- What would this be?
- I have no idea. It is generating power.

There is a grid. It may be
another communications device.

But that seems redundant.

It has the Kzinti frightened.

The Kzinti have legends of weapons
haunted by their owners.

Could it be
a voice-activated mechanism?

No. It appears to be
conversing with them.

A reasoning computer that small?

How long has it been
since you were turned off?

I do not know.

When I am off,

I have no sense of passing time.

- What is the last thing you remember?
- We were on a mission.

I may not tell you of it

unless you know certain code words.

If you could describe
the positions of the stars in your sector,

we would know how much time
has passed since then.

Without certain code words,

I may not describe our location.

One of the settings on this weapon
was a total conversion beam.

We saw it. Tell us how to find it.

Twist my widdershins

until you reach the null position.

- Then...
- They've got it.

- There must be something we can do.
- Most peculiar.

That was not
the total conversion beam setting.

Like others, this form
seems to possess no gun sight.

It may be a broad-beam weapon,
for use only from orbit.

We saw its power. I suggest you fire
at a very distant target.

Very well.

We can't let them have that weapon.

- They are not about to get it, Lieutenant.
- Why not?

Assume you are a Slaver war computer.
You've been turned off.

You do not know for how long,

but when you were turned off,
there was a war on.

Now you are awakened
by aliens you never saw before.

They do not know
any of the military passwords.

They ask you so many questions
it is obvious they know little about you.

Your owner is nowhere about.
What would you think?

I'd think I'd been captured by the enemy.
Or an enemy, at least.

And when they asked you how to find
your most powerful weapon setting,

what would you give them?

Activate life support belts.

- A disrupter field.
- Yes. Another conventional weapon.

It appears the total conversion beam

was the only thing the Slavers had
that we do not.

No sign of the weapon, of course.

It would have looked nice
in some museum.

It never would have reached
the museum, Lieutenant.

There was too much power
in that one setting.

If not the Kzinti,
the Klingons or some other species

would have tried to possess it.

Strange, how the past sometimes
breaks through into the present.

That ancient war could have sparked
a new war between man and Kzinti.

Didn't you say the Kzinti
have legends of weapons

haunted by their dead owners?

Yes, an ancient superstition.

At this rate, they'll never get over
those old superstitions.