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WOMAN ON RADIO:
This is comm station
Epsilon IX

callingU.S.S. Columbia.

Come in, Columbia.
Respond, please.

This is Epsilon IX,
Columbia. Am boosting output.
How read you this?

ScoutColumbia
NCC-621,

to rendezvous with
ScoutRevere NCC-595

on Stardate 7411.4.

Further orders
will be relayed
at that time,

signed Commodore Probert
to Starfleet.

End of transmission.

Our sensor drone
is intercepting this
on Quad L-14.

That's within
Klingon boundaries.
Who are they fighting?

Unknown, sir.

I have
an exterior visual.

We've plotted a course
on that cloud, Commander.

It will pass into
Federation space
fairly close to us.

Heading?

Sir, it's on
a precise heading
for Earth.

Commander Sonak,

you received your
appointment as Enterprise
science officer?

Based, I am told,
on your recommendation,
Admiral.

Thank you.Then why aren't you aboard?

Captain Decker requested
I complete final
science briefing here

before we leave
on our mission.

Here?
At Starfleet?

The Enterprise
is in final preparation
to leave dock.

Which will require
20 more hours
at minimum.

Twelve.

I'm on my way
to a meeting
with Admiral Nogura

which will not
last more than
three minutes.

Report to me
on the Enterprise
in one hour.

Report to you, sir?

It is my intention
to be on that ship
following that meeting.

Report to me
in one hour.

Admiral! Mr. Scott.

Those departure orders,
12 hours, Starfleet
cannot be serious.

Why aren't the
Enterprisetransporters
operating, Mr. Scott?

A wee problem, sir.
Just temporary.

Admiral, we have just
finished 18 months

redesigning
and refitting
the Enterprise.

How in the name of hell
do they expect me to have
her ready in 12 hours?

Take me over,
please.

She needs more work,
sir. A shakedown.

Mr. Scott, an alien object
of unbelievable
destructive power

is less than
three days away
from this planet.

The only starship
in interception range
is the Enterprise.

Ready or not,
she launches
in 12 hours.

The crew haven't had
near enough transition time

with all
the new equipment.

And the engines,
they're not even
tested at warp power.

And an untried captain.

Two and a half years
as chief of
Starfleet operations

may have made me
a little stale,

but I wouldn't
exactly consider
myself untried.

They gave her
back to me, Scotty.

"Gave"
her back, sir?

Well, I doubt
it was that easy
with Nogura.

You're right.

Well, any man
who could manage
such a feat,

I would not dare
to disappoint.

She'll launch
on time, sir.
And she'll be ready.

Thank you,
Mr. Scott.

Aye, sir.

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Cargo bay to launch crew.

Travel pod is now
available at dock 6.

Permission
to come aboard, sir. Granted, sir.

Welcome aboard,
Admiral.

Commander Scott,
you're needed in
engineering immediately.

Sir, you'll
excuse me.

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Flight deck, prepare for
an incoming shuttlecraft.

Sir, if you'll follow me,
I'll show you...

I think I can find
my way, Ensign.

Aye, sir.

Bridge.

What's the problem?

I thought you people
had that circuit
patched in an hour ago!

We did.
We had to
disconnect it again

so we could tie in
radio messaging.

All right.
Take out...

All right, as soon as
somebody can get to it.

What's the
next program?

Go ahead.

I'll get somebody
down there
as soon as I can.

Cleary, my people
are all tied up now.

Captain, Starfleet
just signaled

your transfer-of-command
order, sir.

Captain.

I appreciate
the welcome.

I wish the circumstances
were less critical.

Epsilon IX is monitoring
the intruder. Keep
a channel open to them.

Aye, sir.

Where's Captain Decker?

He's in
engineering, sir.

He...

He doesn't know.

Mr. Chekov. Aye, sir.

Assemble the crew
on the recreation deck
at 0400 hours.

I want to show them
what we're facing.

He wanted her back.

He got her.

Captain Decker.

He's been with this ship
every minute of her refitting.

Ensign, the possibilities
of our returning from this
mission in one piece

may have just doubled.

Check Cleary
on number six.

WOMAN:
Space matrix
restoration coils.

Enabled.

Dilithium crystals.

I knew it!
The transporter sensor
was not activated.

Faulty modules.

Cleary!
Put a new backup
sensor into the unit.

Aye, sir.

Ready.

Emergency
shut-down trip.

Admiral Kirk!
Well, we're getting
a top-brass sendoff.

Don't worry.
She'll launch on schedule,

if we have to tow her out
with our bare hands.

Right, Scotty?

Aye, that
we will, sir.

Let's talk.

Sure.

Let me know
when that
backup's ready.

Aye, sir.

All due respect, sir,
I hope this isn't some kind
of Starfleet pep talk.

I'm really too busy.

I'm taking over
the center seat, Will.

You're what?

I'm replacing you
as captain
of the Enterprise.

You'll stay on
as executive officer,

temporary grade reduction
to commander.

You, personally,
are assuming command?

Yeah.

May I ask why?

My experience.

Five years out there
dealing with unknowns
like this.

My familiarity
with the Enterprise,
its crew.

Admiral, this is
an almost totally
new Enterprise.

You don't know her
a tenth as well as I do!

That's why
you're staying aboard.

I'm sorry, Will.

No, Admiral.
I don't think
you're sorry.

Not one damn bit.

I remember
when you recommended me
for this command.

You told me
how envious you were

and how much you hoped
you'd find a way to get
a starship command again.

Well, sir,

it looks like
you found a way.

Report to the bridge,
Commander, immediately.

Aye, sir.

Transporter room,
come in! Urgent!

Red line on
the transporter,
Mr. Scott.

Transporter!
Do not engage.

It's too late.
They're beaming now.Do not...

RAND:
Do you read me, Starfleet?
Override it. Pull them back.

MAN ON RADIO:
Unable to retrieve
their pattern, Enterprise.

Give it to me!

Starfleet, boost
your matter gain.
We need more signal.

More signal!

We're losing
their pattern.

Oh, no.
They're forming.

Starfleet,
do you have them?

Enterprise,
what we got back
didn't live long.

Fortunately.

Starfleet, Kirk.

Please express my condolences
to their families.

Commander Sonak's
can be reached through
the Vulcan Embassy.

There was nothing
you could
have done, Rand.

It wasn't
your fault.

Yeoman,
turboshaft eight?

Back that way, sir.

We have to replace
Commander Sonak.

I'd still like
a Vulcan there,
if possible.

None available,
Captain.

In fact, there's no one
who's fully rated
on this design.

You are, Mr. Decker.

I'm afraid you're gonna
have to double
as science officer.

That's all
we know about it.

Except that it is
now 53.4 hours
away from Earth.

Enterpriseis the only
Federation starship
that stands in its way.

Our orders
are to intercept,

investigate
and take whatever action
is necessary

and possible.

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Bridge to Captain.

Priority signal
from Epsilon IX.

Put it on viewer. UHURA: On viewer, sir.

Enterprise. The cloud
is definitely a power field
of some kind.

Measures...

My God!
Over 82 AUs in diameter.

Must be something incredible
inside there generating it.

We're transmitting linguacode
friendship messages
on all frequencies.

No response.

TECHNICIAN:
I have a null reading
at the center of the cloud.

LIEUTENANT:
Definitely something
inside there,

but all scans
are being reflected back.

Some kind of power surge.

Receiving
an odd pattern now!

Enterprise, they could be
mistaking our scans
as a hostile act.

LIEUTENANT:
They seem to be reacting
to our scans, sir.

Deflectors,
emergency full!

We are under attack!

External view.

Viewer off.

Pre-launch countdown
will commence
in 40 minutes.

Transporter system
fully repaired and
functioning normally, sir.

Dock signals clear,
Captain.

Reply we are holding
position awaiting
final crew replacements.

Aye, sir.

Transporter personnel
reports the navigator,
Lieutenant Ilia,

she's already aboard
and en route
to the bridge, sir.

She's Deltan, Captain.

Lieutenant Ilia
reporting
for duty, sir.

Welcome aboard,
Lieutenant.

Hello, Ilia.

Decker.

I was stationed on
the lieutenant's
home planet some years ago.

Commander Decker?

Yes, our exec and
science officer.

Captain Kirk
has the utmost
confidence in me.

And, in you, too,
Lieutenant.

My oath of celibacy
is on record, Captain.

May I assume
my duties?

By all means.

Captain?

Starfleet reports
our last six crew members
are ready to beam up,

but one of them
is refusing to step
into the transporter.

Oh? I'll see to it
that he beams up.

Transporter room.

Yeoman. Yes, sir?

What was the problem
down there?

He insisted
we go first, sir.

Said something about
first seeing how it scrambled
our molecules.

That has a familiar ring,
doesn't it?

Starfleet,
this is Captain Kirk.

Beam that
officer up now.

Well, for a man who swore
he'd never return
to the Starfleet...

Just a moment,
Captain, sir.

I'll explain
what happened.

Your revered
Admiral Nogura

invoked a little known,
seldom used
reserve activation clause.

In simpler language,
Captain,
they drafted me.

They didn't.

This was your idea.
This was your idea,
wasn't it?

Bones, there's a thing
out there.

Why is any object
we don't understand
always called a "thing"?

Headed this way.

I need you.

Damn it, Bones.
I need you.

Badly!

Permission
to come aboard?

RAND ON INTERCOM:
Permission granted, sir.

Well, Jim.

I hear Chapel's
an MD now.

Well, I'm going to
need a top nurse.

Not a doctor who'll
argue every little
diagnosis with me.

And they probably redesigned
the whole sickbay, too.

I know engineers.
They love
to change things.

Dock control
reports ready, sir.

Helm ready, sir.

Orbital departure
on plot, sir.

Yard command
signaling clear, sir.

Maneuvering thrusters,
Mr. Sulu.

Maneuvering
thrusters, sir.

Hold station.

Thrusters at
station-keeping, sir.

Thrusters ahead,
Mr. Sulu.

Take us out.

Intermix set, bridge.
Impulse power
at your discretion.

Impulse power,
Mr. Sulu.

Ahead warp 0.5.

Departure angle
on viewer.

Departure angle.

Viewer ahead.

Viewer ahead.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 7412.6,

1.8 hours from launch.

In order to intercept
the intruder at
the earliest possible time,

we must now risk engaging
warp drive while still
within the solar system.

Captain, assuming
we have full warp
capability,

accelerating
to warp 7 on leaving
the solar system

will bring us
to IP with the intruder
in 20.1 hours.

Well, Bones, do the new
medical facilities
meet with your approval?

They do not. It's like
working in a damned
computer center.

Programming ready?

Program set
for standard
warp entry, Captain,

but I still recommend
further simulation study.

Mr. Decker, every minute
brings that object
closer to Earth.

Engineering, stand by
for warp drive.

SCOTTY ON INTERCOM:
Captain, we need further

warp simulation
on the flow sensors.

Engineer, we need
warp speed now.

Jim?

You're pushing.

Your people
know their jobs.

That's it, sir.
I can't do any better.

Aye, lad.

It's borderline
on the simulator, Captain.

I cannot guarantee
that she'll hold up.

Warp drive, Mr. Scott.

Ahead, warp 1,
Mr. Sulu.

Accelerating
to warp 1, sir.

Warp 0.7.

0.8.

Warp 1, sir.

Mr. Decker...

Wormhole! Get us back
on impulse power!
Full reverse.

Negative
helm control, Captain.

Going reverse
on impulse power!

Subspace frequencies
jammed, sir!
Wormhole effect!

Negative control from
inertial lag will continue
22.5 seconds

before forward velocity
slows to sub-light speed!

Unidentified
small object

has been pulled into
the wormhole with us,
Captain, directly ahead!

Force fields up full.
Put object on viewer.

Go manual override
on helm!

No manual response, sir.

Navigational deflectors
coming up, sir.

Wormhole distortion
has overloaded
the main power systems.

Navigational deflectors
inoperative, Captain.

Directional control
also inoperative.

Time to impact?

Twenty seconds.

Mr. Chekov,
stand by on phasers.

No!

Belay that phaser order!

Arm photon torpedoes!

Photon torpedoes

armed!

Object is an asteroid,
reading mass 0.7.

Targeting asteroid!

Impact
in ten seconds.

Impact in
eight seconds.

Fire torpedoes!

Six...

Torpedoes away! ILIA: ...seconds.

Four!

Helm control
restored, sir.

Position report,
Navigator.

Computing new
intersection course.

Communications
are normal, sir.

Negative damage
reported, Captain.

No casualties
reported, Doctor.

Wrong, Mr. Chekov,
there are casualties.

My wits!

As in "frightened out of,"
Captain, sir.

We're at warp 0.8.

Engineer, report
your status there.

In just a second, Exec.
We're picking up
the pieces down here!

Mr. Scott, we need
warp drive
as soon as possible.

Captain, it was
the engine imbalance

that created the wormhole
in the first place.

It will happen again
if we don't correct it.

That object
is less than two days
away from Earth.

We need to intercept
while it
still is out there.

Navigator, lay in
a new heading

to conform
with our initial IP
with the intruder.

Mr. Sulu,
you have the conn.

Mr. Decker, I'd like to
see you in my quarters.

Mind if I tag along,
Captain?

Level five.

All right, explanation.
Why was my phaser order
countermanded?

Sir, the Enterpriseredesign
increases phaser power

by channeling it through
the main engines.

When they went into
anti-matter imbalance,

the phasers were
automatically cut off.

Then you acted
properly, of course.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry
if I embarrassed you.

You saved the ship.

I'm aware of that, sir.

Stop competing
with me, Decker!

Permission
to speak freely, sir?

Granted!

Sir, you haven't logged
a single star hour
in two and a half years.

That, plus your unfamiliarity
with the ship's redesign,
in my opinion, sir,

seriously jeopardizes
this mission.

I trust you will

nursemaid me
through these
difficulties, mister?

Yes, sir, I'll do that.

Then I won't keep you
from your duties
any longer, Commander.

Yes, Doctor? Aye, sir.

He may be right, Jim.

Was it difficult?

No more
than I expected.

About as difficult
as seeing you again.

I'm sorry.

That you left Delta IV?
Or that you didn't
even say goodbye?

If I had seen you again,

would you have
been able to say it?

No.

Make your point,
Doctor.

The point, Captain,
is that it's you
who's competing.

You rammed getting
this command
down Starfleet's throat.

You've used this emergency
to get the Enterpriseback.

And I intend to keep her,
is that what you're saying?

Yes. It's an obsession.

An obsession
that can blind you

to far more immediate
and critical
responsibilities.

Your reaction to Decker
is an example, Jim.

UHURA:
Bridge to Captain.

Viewer on.

Signal from
a Federation-registered
long-range shuttle, sir.

She wishes
to come alongside
and lock on.

For what purpose?

My security scan
shows it has a Grade 1
priority, Captain.

Non-belligerency
confirmed.

I suspect it is
a courier of some kind.

Very well, Mr. Chekov.
See to it.

Viewer off.

Your opinion
has been noted.

Anything further?

That depends on you.

Security scan.
One boarder.
Identity, Starfleet. Inactive.

Permission to
come aboard, sir.

Granted, sir!
Granted.

SULU:
Why, why, it's Mr...

Spock!

Spock.

Commander,
if I may?

Oh!

I've been monitoring
your communications

with Starfleet Command,
Captain.

I'm aware of your
engine design difficulties.

I offer my services
as science officer.

With all due respect,
Commander.

If our exec
has no objections?

Of course not.
I'm well aware of
Mr. Spock's qualifications.

Mr. Chekov,
log Mr. Spock's Starfleet
commission reactivated,

list him
as science officer,

both effective immediately.

Mr. Spock!

Well, so help me,
I'm actually pleased
to see you!

It's how
we all feel,
Mr. Spock.

Captain,
with your permission,

I will now discuss
these fuel equations
with the engineer.

Mr. Spock?
Welcome aboard.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 7413.4.

Thanks to
Mr. Spock's timely arrival
and assistance,

we have the engines rebalanced
into full warp capacity.

Repair time,
less than three hours.

Which means,
we will now be able
to intercept intruder

while still more than
a day from Earth.

Warp 0.8.

0.9.

Warp 2, sir.

Warp 3.

Warp 4.

Warp 5.

Warp 6.

Warp 7.

Science Officer Spock,
reporting
as ordered, Captain.

Please, sit down.

Spock, you haven't
changed a bit.

You're just as warm
and sociable as ever.

Nor have you, Doctor,

as your continued predilection
for irrelevancy demonstrates.

Gentlemen.

At last report,
you were on Vulcan,
apparently to stay.

Yes, you were undergoing
the Kolinahr discipline.

Sit down.

If you are referring
to the Kolinahr, Doctor,
you are correct.

Well, however
it's pronounced,
Mr. Spock,

it's the Vulcan ritual
that's supposed to purge
all remaining emotions.

The Kolinahr is also
a discipline you broke

to join us.

Will you please sit down?

On Vulcan I began
sensing a consciousness

from a source more powerful
than I have ever encountered.

Thought patterns
of exactingly
perfect order.

I believe they emanate
from the intruder.

I believe it may hold
my answers.

Well, isn't it lucky for you
that we just happened
to be heading your way?

Bones!

We need him.

I need him.

Then my presence is to
our mutual advantage?

Any thought patterns
you might sense,

whether they appear
to affect
you personally or not,

I expect
immediately reported.

SPOCK:
Of course, Captain.

Is there anything else?

No.

Jim?

If this super-intelligence
is as important to him
as he says it is,

how do we know...

That he wouldn't put
his own interests
ahead of the ship's?

I could never
believe that.

How do we know
about any of us?

Bridge to
officer's lounge.

Captain Kirk, revised estimate
on cloud visual contact,
3.7 minutes.

On my way.

Standard light,
Engineer.

Full mag on viewer!

SULU:
Full mag, sir.

Linguacode?

Continuing
friendship messages
on all frequencies, sir.

All decks
and divisions confirmed.
Status Red.

Captain, we are
being scanned.

Do no return scan,
Mr. Spock.

It could be misinterpreted
as hostility.

Intruder scans emanating from
the exact center of the cloud.

Energy of a type
never before encountered.

There's no response to
friendship messages, sir.

Shall I go to
battle stations, sir?

Negative. We'll take
no provocative action.

Recommend
defensive posture, Captain.
Screens and shields.

No, Mr. Decker.
That could also be
misinterpreted as hostile.

Cloud composition,
Mr. Spock?

Twelfth power
energy field.

Twelfth power?

Captain, we've seen
what their
weapons can do.

Shouldn't we take
every possible
precaution?

Mr. Decker... Captain.

I suspect there's an object
at the heart of that cloud.

Mr. Decker, I will not
provoke an attack.

If that order
isn't clear enough
for you...

Captain, as your exec,
it's my duty to point out
alternatives.

Yes, it is.

I stand corrected.

Five minutes
to cloud boundary.

Navigator, lay in
a conic section flight path
to the cloud center.

Bring us parallel
to whatever
we find in there.

Mr. Sulu, tactical plot
on viewer.

Tactical
on viewer, sir.

That measures
twelfth power energy?

Thousands of starships
couldn't
generate that much...

Mr. Spock?

Spock, tell me.

I sense puzzlement.

We have been contacted.

Why have we not replied?

Contacted?

How?

Force fields up full!
Deflectors, now!

Force fields and deflectors
up full, Captain!

Analysis, Mr. Spock.

Alien weapon is a form of
plasma energy, Captain.

Exact composition, unknown.
Guidance system, unknown.

All decks
brace for impact.

Engineering,
status report.

Systems overloading,
Captain!

Medic.

Medics are coming.

Engineering to bridge.
Cannot hold full power
on force fields!

Deflector power
is down 70%!

Divert auxiliary power
to deflectors.

Oh, good, Christine.

It's Chekov.

Medic.

I can stop his pain.

Thank you.

Captain.

The intruder
has been attempting
to communicate.

Frequency, more than
1,000,000 megahertz

and at such a high rate of
speed their entire message
lasts only a millisecond.

I am now programming
our computer
to transmit linguacode

at their frequency
and rate of speed.

Commander.

Spock.

Here it comes!

Engineering, what's
happening to our
force fields?

Our shields
cannot handle
another attack.

Mr. Spock!

Spock!

ILIA: 15 seconds!

Spock! Transmit now!

ILIA: 10 seconds.

Transmitting.

It would seem
our friendship messages

have been received
and understood,
Mr. Spock.

I would say
that was a logical
assumption, Captain.

One minute,
thirty seconds
to cloud boundary.

Captain?

We are obviously
confronted by a highly
advanced mentality.

Yet,

they cannot understand
who we are or what we want.

And yet it would seem that
they understood our message.

They broke off the attack.

They may have attacked only
as a warning to us, Captain.

To keep away.

That would presuppose
a feeling, Commander.

Compassion.

I sense no emotion.

Only pure logic.

Mr. Sulu,
hold present position.

Holding present
position, sir.

Tactical plot
on viewer.

Course projection
on tactical, sir.

Opinion,
Mr. Spock.

Recommend
we proceed, Captain.

Mr. Decker?

I advise caution,
Captain.

We can't withstand
another attack.

That thing is 20 hours
away from Earth.

We know nothing
about it as yet.

Precisely the point,
Captain.

We don't know what it'll do.
Moving into
that cloud at this time

is an unwarranted gamble.

How do you define
"unwarranted"?

You asked my opinion, sir.

Viewer,
standard ahead.

Navigator,
maintain course.

Helmsman,

steady as she goes.

No vessel could generate
a power field
of this magnitude.

Spock?

Instruments
fluctuating,
Captain.

Patterns
unrecognizable.

Transmit image
of alien to Starfleet.

Advise we are
attempting
further communication.

Unable to make contact
with Starfleet, Captain.

Any attempt to transmit
out of the cloud
is being reflected back!

We are closing on it
rapidly, Captain.

Reduce magnification,
factor four, Mr. Sulu.

We're already
two settings
below that, sir.

Mr. Sulu,

bring us into
a parallel course
over the alien at 500 meters.

500 meters?

Then take us out
to 100 kilometers distance,
adjusting parallel course.

Aye, sir.

Viewer astern.

Reverse angle
on the viewer, Captain.

Five hundred meters.
Viewer ahead, sir.

Hold relative
position here.

Mr. Spock, can that
be one of their crew?

A probe from
their vessel, Captain.
Plasma, energy combination.

Don't interfere
with it!

Absolutely,
I will not interfere.

No one interfere!

It doesn't seem
interested in us!

Only the ship.

Computer off!

It's taken control
of the computer.

It's running our records!
Earth defenses!
Starfleet strength!

Ilia!

Ilia!

This is how
I define unwarranted.

Activate auxiliary
computer circuits
through manual shutoff.

Captain,
we've been seized by
a tractor beam.

Get someone
up here to take
the navigator's station.

Engineering! DECKER: Chief DiFalco,
to the bridge!

Emergency power!

Going to
full emergency!

But, Captain, if we don't
break free in 15 seconds,
she'll burn up!

We cannot
break free, Captain.

We have only a fraction
of the power necessary.

Engineering, belay that order.
Disengage
all main drive systems.

Chief DiFalco, take over
Lieutenant Ilia's station.

DiFalco, disengage
engine navigation
relays now!

Aye, sir.

Force field
circuits E 10 through 14
show ready for reactivation.

Confirm, please.

Scotty, drive systems
should be free now.

Commander?

Ready to launch remote
communications drone

with complete ships records,
including our
present situation, sir.

Delay launching
as long as possible.

Our drone can't escape
as long as
we're held in that tractor.

Aye.

Captain, a maximum
phaser strike
directly at the beam

might weaken it
just enough
for us to break free.

Break free to where,
Commander?

Any show of resistance
would be futile, Captain.

We don't know that,
Mr. Spock.

Why are you opposed
to trying?

Why bring us inside?

Not to destroy us.
They could have
done that outside.

They still can.

Curiosity, Mr. Decker.

Insatiable curiosity.

Captain, photic sonar
readings indicate
the aperture is closing.

We're trapped, sir.

Reverse angle
on the viewer, Captain.

Tractor beam
has released us,
Captain.

Confirmed.
Vessel is floating free.
No forward momentum.

Viewer ahead.

Viewer ahead, sir.

Maneuvering thrusters,
Mr. Sulu.
Ahead one third.

Thrusters ahead,
one third.

Let's take a look.
Full sensor scan,
Mr. Spock.

They can't expect us
not to look
them over now.

Now that
we're looking down
their throat.

Right. Now that
we've got them
just where they want us.

It's closing up.

Hold position.

Captain?

All our scans
are being reflected back.
Sensors are useless.

Damn!

What do you make
of all this?

I believe
the closed orifice leads to
another chamber.

Undoubtedly,
part of the vessel's
inner mechanism.

I suspect it may be
necessary...

Intruder Alert!

Deck five, Captain.
Officer's quarters.

Have Security meet me
at deck five!
Main elevator!

Spock! Mr. Decker,
you have the conn.

Hold position.

You are the Kirk-unit.
You will assist me.

I've been programmed by V'Ger
to observe and record

normal functions of
the carbon-based units
infesting U.S.S. Enterprise.

Jim, what's going on?

Tricorder.

Who is V'Ger?

V'Ger is that
which programmed me.

Is V'Ger the name of
the captain
of the alien vessel?

Jim, this is
a mechanism.

A probe, Captain.

No doubt
a sensor-transceiver
combination

recording everything
we say and do.

Where is
Lieutenant Ilia?

That unit
no longer functions.

I've been given its form
to more readily communicate

with the carbon-based
units infesting Enterprise.

Carbon-based
units?

Humans,
Ensign Perez. Us.

Why does V'Ger travel
to the third planet

of the solar system
directly ahead?

To find the Creator.

Find the Creator? Whose...

What does V'Ger want
with the Creator?

To join with him.

To join with
the Creator?
How?

V'Ger and the Creator
will become one.

And who is
the Creator?

The Creator is that
which created V'Ger.

Who is V'Ger?

V'Ger is that which
seeks the Creator.

I'm ready to commence
my observations.

Doctor, a thorough
examination
of this probe

might provide
some insight

into those who
manufactured it and
how to deal with them.

Fine. Let's get her
to sickbay.

I am programmed to
observe and record

only the normal functioning
of the carbon-based units.

The examination
is a normal function.

You may proceed.

McCOY:
Micro-miniature hydraulics,

sensors

and molecule-sized
multi-processor chips.

And take a look
at this.

Osmotic
micro-pump
right here.

And even the smallest
body functions
are exactly duplicated.

Every exocrine system
is the same, too.

Even eye moisture.

Decker.

Fascinating.
Not "Decker-unit"?

Gentlemen.

Will.

What happened
to her?

Captain, this probe
may be our key
to the aliens.

Probe? "Ilia"?

Exactly. It is a programmed
mechanism, Commander.

Its body duplicates
our navigator
in precise detail.

Suppose that beneath
its programming,

the real Ilia's memory
patterns are duplicated
with equal precision.

They had
a pattern to follow.

Indeed.

They may have
followed it
too precisely.

Ilia's memory,
her feelings
of loyalty,

obedience, friendship
might all be there!

You did have
a relationship with
Lieutenant Ilia, Commander.

That probe, in another form,
is what killed Ilia!

Commander!

Will,

we're locked in
an alien vessel,
six hours from Earth orbit.

Our only contact
with our captor
is that probe.

If we could control it,
persuade it, use it...

I have recorded enough here.
You will now
assist me further.

The Decker-unit
can assist you with
much greater efficiency.

Carry on with
your assignment,
Mr. Decker.

Aye, sir.

I am concerned with that
being our only source
of information, Captain.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 7414.1.

Our best estimates
place us some
four hours from Earth.

No significant progress
thus far,

reviving Ilia memory patterns
within the alien probe.

This remains
our only means of contact
with our captor.

All those vessels
were called
Enterprise.

The carbon units
use this area
for recreation.

This is one of
the games.

What types of recreation
does the crew
aboard your vessel enjoy?

The words
"recreation"
and "enjoy"

have no meaning
to my programming.

Ilia enjoyed
this game.

She nearly always won.

Good. He's using
audio-visual
association.

This device
serves no purpose.

Why does Enterprise
require the presence
of carbon units?

Enterprisewould be
unable to function
without carbon units.

More data concerning
this functioning
is necessary,

before carbon units
can be patterned
for data storage.

What does that mean?

When my examination
is complete
all carbon units

will be reduced
to data patterns.

Within you
are the memory patterns
of a certain carbon unit.

If I can help you
to revive those patterns,

you could understand
our functions better.

That is logical.
You may proceed.

I remember
Lieutenant Ilia once
mentioning she wore that.

Put it on.

On Delta.
Remember?

Ilia?

Doctor Chapel.

Will?

Ilia.

Commander. Commander.

This is a mechanism.

Ilia,

help us
make direct contact
with V'Ger.

I cannot.

This Creator
V'Ger is looking for,

what is it?

V'Ger does not know.

Computer,
commence recording.

Captain Kirk, these messages
will detail my attempt
to contact the aliens.

I intend to calculate
thruster ignition
and acceleration rate

to coincide with the opening
of the V'Ger orifice.

This should facilitate
a better view of the interior
of the alien spacecraft.

Captain? Starfleet
signals are growing
in strength, sir.

They still have the
intruder on their monitors.
It's decelerating.

Confirmed, sir. Lunar
beacons indicate intruder
on a course into Earth orbit.

Sir, airlock four
has been opened.

A thruster suit
is reported missing.

A thruster suit?

That's Spock.
Damn him.

Bring him back here.
No, wait!

Get a fix
on his position.

Aye, sir!

I have successfully penetrated
the next chamber
of the alien's interior,

and I'm witnessing
some sort of
dimensional image,

which I believe to be
a representation
of V'Ger's home planet.

I'm passing through
a connecting tunnel.

Apparently, a kind of
plasma energy conduit,

possibly a field coil
for a gigantic
imaging system.

Curious. I'm seeing images
of planets, moons, stars,

whole galaxies,
all stored here, recorded.

It could be a representation
of V'Ger's entire journey.

But who or what
are we dealing with?

The Epsilon IX station,
stored here
with every detail.

Captain, I am now
quite convinced that
all of this is V'Ger.

That we are inside
a living machine.

Ilia!

The sensor must contain
some special meaning.

I must try to
mind-meld with it.

Spock! Spock!

Spock!

Now scanning pons area
at spinal nerve
fiber connection.

Indications of some
neurological trauma.

The power pouring
through that mind-meld
must have been staggering.

Spock.

Jim,

I should have known.

Were you right?
About V'Ger?

A life form
of its own.

A conscious,
living entity.

CHAPEL:
A living machine?

It considers
the Enterprise
a living machine.

That's why the probe
refers to our ship
as an entity.

I saw V'Ger's planet,

a planet populated
by living machines.

Unbelievable technology.

V'Ger has knowledge
that spans this universe.

And yet, with all
its pure logic,

V'Ger is barren, cold.

No mystery. No beauty.

I should've known.

Known?
Known what? Spock.

What should
you have known?
What should you have known?

Jim,

this simple feeling

is beyond V'Ger's
comprehension.

No meaning. No hope.

And Jim, no answers.

It's asking questions.

"Is this all that I am?"

"Is there nothing more?"

Bridge to Captain.

Kirk here.

A faint signal
from Starfleet, sir.

Intruder cloud
has been located
on their outer monitors

for the past
27 minutes.

Cloud dissipating rapidly
as it approaches.

Starfleet reports
forward velocity has
slowed to sub-warp speed.

We are three minutes
from Earth orbit.

I'll be right there.

I need Spock
on the bridge.

Dalaphaline,
five cc's.

Captain, Starfleet
is sending this tactical
on V'Ger's position.

V'Ger is transmitting
a signal.

Jim.

From V'Ger.

V'Ger signals
the Creator.

Spock?

A simple binary code
transmitted by
carrier wave signal.

Radio.

Radio?

Jim, V'Ger
expects an answer.

An answer?
I don't know
the question.

The Creator
has not responded.

All planetary defense systems
have just gone inoperative!

Sir, Starfleet computes
the devices are proceeding

toward equidistant positions,
orbiting the planet.

They're the same things
that hit us.

They are
hundreds of times
more powerful, Captain.

From those positions,

they could devastate
the entire surface
of the planet.

Why?

The Creator
has not answered.

The carbon-unit infestation
is to be removed
from the Creator's planet.

Why?

You infest Enterprise.

You interfere
with the Creator
in the same manner.

Carbon units
are not an infestation.

They are a natural function
of the Creator's planet.

They are living things.

They are not
true life forms.

Only the Creator and other
similar life forms are true.

"Similar life forms."

Jim, V'Ger's saying
its creator is a machine.

Machine.

Captain.

V'Ger is a child.

I suggest
you treat her
as such.

A child?

Yes, Captain.
A child.

Evolving, learning,
searching,

instinctively needing.

Needing what?

Spock, this child
is about to wipe out
every living thing on Earth.

Now what do you suggest
we do? Spank it?

It knows only
that it needs,
Commander,

but like so many of us,
it does not know what.

The carbon units
know why the Creator
has not responded.

Disclose
the information.

Not until V'Ger withdraws
the devices
orbiting the third planet!

Captain!

I'm losing Starfleet!
Interference from V'Ger!

Kirk-unit, disclose
the information.

Why has the Creator
not responded?

No.

Secure all stations.
Clear the bridge.

Clear the bridge,
Captain?

That was the order,
Mr. Sulu.
Clear the bridge!

Aye, sir.

Your child is having
a tantrum, Mr. Spock.

V'Ger requires
the information.

Bridge! Secure all
stations! Move out!

Jim, what the hell
kind of strategy
is this?

All ship's functions
going to automatic, Captain.

If V'Ger destroys
the Enterprise,

the information that
V'Ger requires
will also be destroyed!

It is illogical
to withhold
required information.

Kirk-unit! Kirk-unit.

Why do you not
disclose information?

Because V'Ger's going to
destroy all the carbon units
on the third planet.

They have repressed
the Creator.

The information
will not be disclosed!

V'Ger needs the information.

Then V'Ger must withdraw
all the orbiting devices.

V'Ger will comply,
if the carbon units will
disclose the information.

It learns fast,
doesn't it?

Captain, the vessel,
V'Ger,

obviously operates from
a central brain complex.

The orbiting devices
would be controlled
from that point then?

Precisely.

The carbon unit's
information cannot be
disclosed to V'Ger's probe,

but only to
V'Ger directly.

Forward motion, Captain.

Tractor beam.

Captain, what's
the next move?

The question is, Mr. Decker,
is there a next move?

Resume duty stations.

All personnel,
resume stations!

Well, Mr. Decker,
it seems my bluff
has been called.

I'm afraid our hand
is pretty weak, Captain.

Mr. Chekov, when do
those devices
reach final position?

Twenty-seven minutes. Mark!

Engineering.

Scott here.

Mr. Scott,
be prepared to execute
Starfleet order 2005

When, sir?

On my command.

Aye, sir.

Why has the Captain
ordered self-destruct, sir?

I would say that's
because he thinks...

He hopes

that when we go up,

we'll take
the intruder with us.

Will we?

When that much matter
and anti-matter are
brought together, oh, yes.

We will, indeed.

Fifteen minutes to
device activation, sir.

Gravity control,
give me an all-decks read-out.

Starfleet has been apprised
of our situation, Captain.

Crew status
is 172 at duty stations,

248 off-duty,

11 in sick bay, all-nighter.

Tractor beam remains constant.

We are 17 kilometers
inside the vessel.

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Engineering, show me your
pattern stress readings.

Deck 4,
that temperature should read
1013 degrees. Please confirm.

Spock?

Mr. Spock.

Hmm.

Not for us.

No, Captain.
Not for us.

For V'Ger.

I weep for V'Ger
as I would for a brother.

As I was
when I came aboard,

so is V'Ger now.

Empty,

incomplete
and searching.

Logic and knowledge

are not enough.

Spock, are you saying that
you found what you needed,

but V'Ger hasn't?

What would V'Ger need

to fulfill itself?

Each of us,

at some time in our lives,
turns to someone,

a father, a brother,

a God, and asks,

"Why am I here?"

"What was I meant to be?"

V'Ger hopes to
touch its creator

to find its answers.

"Is this all that I am?
Is there nothing more?"

Captain.

Forward motion,
slowing, Captain.

Captain, I believe that
is our destination.

I read an oxygen-gravity
envelope forming
outside the Enterprise.

Forward motion,
stopped, Captain.

V'Ger.

Sir, I've located the source
of V'Ger's radio signal.

It's directly ahead.

That transmitter is
a vital link between
V'Ger and its Creator.

The carbon units will now
provide V'Ger with
the required information.

Mr. Spock? Bones?

Mr. Decker,
I will contact you
every five minutes.

Captain,

I'd like to go along.

Mr. Sulu,
you have the conn.

V'Ger.

V-G-E-R.

V'Ger.

V-O-Y-A-G-E-R.

Voyager!

Voyager VI!

NASA.

National Aeronautics
and Space Administration.

Jim, this was launched
more than 300 years ago.

Voyager series,

designed to collect data

and transmit it
back to Earth.

Captain, Voyager VI
disappeared into what they
used to call a black hole.

It must have emerged
on the far side
of the galaxy

and fell into
the machine planet's
gravitational field.

The machine inhabitants
found it to be
one of their own kind.

Primitive,
yet kindred.

They discovered its simple
20th-century programming.

"Collect
all data possible."

"Learn all that
is learnable."

Return that information
to its Creator.

Precisely,
Mr. Decker.

The machines
interpreted it
literally.

They built this
entire vessel

so that Voyager
could actually fulfill
its programming.

And on its
journey back,

it amassed
so much knowledge,

it achieved
consciousness itself.

It became
a living thing.

Kirk-unit.
V'Ger awaits
the information.

Enterprise, order up
the ship's computer
library of records

on the late 20th century
NASA probe, Voyager VI.

Specifically,
we want the old
NASA code signal

that instructs
the probe
to transmit its data.

And fast,
Uhura, fast!

Aye, sir.

That's what
it's been signaling!

Its readiness
to transmit
its information!

And there's
no one on Earth

who could recognize
the old signal
and send a response.

"The Creator
does not answer."

V'Ger.

V'Ger.

V'Ger!

We are the Creator.

That is not logical.
Carbon units
are not true life forms.

We will prove it.
We will make it possible

for you to complete
your programming.

Only the Creator
could accomplish that.

Enterprise.

We have just received
the response code, Captain.

Set the Enterprise
transmitter on
appropriate frequency

and transmit
the code now!

Transmitting.

5-0-4, 3-2-9,

3-1-7, 5-1-0,

and the final sequence...

That should trigger
Voyager'stransmitter.

Voyageris not
transmitting
its data, Captain.

The Creator must join
with V'Ger.

Uhura! Repeat
the final sequence.

The Creator must
join with V'Ger.

Voyageris not
transmitting, Captain,

because it did not
receive
the final sequence.

Jim! We're down
to 10 minutes.

Enterprise,
stand by.

The antenna leads
are melted away.

Yes, Captain,
just now.

By V'Ger itself.

Why?

To prevent reception.

Of course, to bring
the Creator here

to finish transmitting
the code in person.

To touch the Creator.

Capture God?

V'Ger's liable
to be in for one hell
of a disappointment.

Perhaps not, Doctor.

Captain.

V'Ger must evolve.

Its knowledge has reached
the limits of this universe

and it
must evolve.

What it requires
of its God, Doctor,

is the answer
to its question,

"Is there
nothing more?"

What more is there
than the universe, Spock?

Other dimensions,
higher levels of being.

The existence
of which cannot be
proven logically.

Therefore, V'Ger
is incapable
of believing in them.

What V'Ger needs
in order to evolve
is a human quality,

our capacity to
leap beyond logic.

And joining with its Creator
might accomplish that.

You mean, this machine
wants to physically
join with a human?

Is that possible?

Let's find out.

Decker!

I'm going to key
the final sequence

through the ground
test computer.

Decker, you don't know
what that'll do to you!

Yes, I do, Doctor!

Decker, don't!

Jim, I want this.

As much as you wanted
the Enterprise,
I want this.

Captain.

Spock, did we just see
the beginning
of a new life form?

Yes, Captain.
We witnessed a birth.

Possibly, a next step
in our evolution.

I wonder.

Well, it's been
a long time since
I delivered a baby,

and I hope we got
this one off
to a good start.

I hope so, too.

I think we gave it
the ability to create
its own sense of purpose

out of our own
human weaknesses

and the drive
that compels us
to overcome them.

And a lot of foolish
human emotions,
right, Mr. Spock?

Quite true, Doctor.

Unfortunately,
it will have to deal
with them as well.

Interrogative
from Starfleet.

They're requesting damage
and injury reports

and complete
vessel status.

Report two casualties.

Lieutenant Ilia.
Captain Decker.

Aye, sir.

Correction.
They're not casualties.

They are...

List them as missing.

Vessel status,
fully operational.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Scott!

Shall we give
the Enterprise
a proper shakedown?

I would say it's time
for that, sir. Aye.

We can have you back
on Vulcan
in four days, Mr. Spock.

Unnecessary, Mr. Scott.
My task on Vulcan
is completed.

Mr. Sulu,
ahead warp 1.

Warp 1, sir.

Heading, sir?

Out there.

Thataway.