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Captain's log, stardate 5730.2.

The planet Ariannus is vital as
a transfer point on commercial lanes.

It has been attacked
by a bacterial invasion

which threatens to render it lifeless
unless checked.

Our mission: To decontaminate it.

Mr. Chekov, an estimated time
of arrival for Ariannus.

At present speed, our ETA
is three hours, four minutes, sir.

Lieutenant Uhura,
advise the planet's ministry of health

that we'll begin
decontamination procedures

immediately upon locking into orbit.

Aye, aye, sir.

Scotty, will that present problems
for you?

None. All tanks are being positioned.

Sensors indicate a space vehicle
of some sort ahead.

- Is it within visual range?
- Coming into range now, sir.

It's following a very erratic course.

Put it on the screen.
Extreme magnification.

I think that may be
a Starfleet shuttlecraft, sir.

That is exactly what it is,
Mr. Chekov.

It looks like the one reported stolen
from Starbase 4 two weeks ago.

Lieutenant Uhura, try to contact them
on command frequency 2.

Aye, captain.

No response, sir.

- Try all frequencies.
- Aye, sir. Hailing on all frequencies.

Captain, there is one living creature
aboard.

Humanoid. He is either injured or ill.

The craft
shows internal atmospheric leakage.

The creature may be suffocating.

Lieutenant Sulu,
activate tractor beams.

Tractor beams activated.
We have it, sir.

- Bring it aboard the hangar deck.
- Aye, sir.

- Send a security team to the doors.
- Aye, sir.

Mr. Spock, come with me. Scotty.

Hangar doors opened and clearing
for entrance of shuttlecraft.

Shuttlecraft
approaching hangar deck.

- Bridge to Captain Kirk.
- Kirk here.

Hangar doors are closed,
and hangar deck pressurising.

Acknowledged.

We'll enter as soon as the doors open.
We'll go on my command.

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 civilisations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

You are certain, doctor,
that this pigmentation

is the natural condition
of this individual?

That's what I've recorded,
Mr. Spock.

Do we have any knowledge
of a planet

that could have produced
such a race of beings?

- Negative, captain.
- Bones, what do you make of it?

Well, I can't give you any specific
circumstance that will explain him.

Judging by looking at him,
we know at the very least

he is the result
of a very dramatic conflict. Spock?

There is no theory, captain,
from the basic work of Mendel

to the most recent nucleotide studies,
which would explain our captive.

All gradations of colour
from black to brown

to yellow to white
are genetically predictable.

We must therefore conclude
that this alien

is that often unaccountable rarity,
a mutation, one of a kind.

Yes, I would agree.
That's the case here.

- Your prognosis, doctor?
- Well, I can't give you one, Jim.

I've never worked on anyone like him,
or anything like him.

Yet you are pumping him full
of your noxious potions

as if he were a human.

When in doubt,
the book prevails, Mr. Spock.

I've run tests. Blood is blood,
even when it's green like yours.

The organs are there.
They're rearranged to a degree,

plus a few I've never seen before.

Now, I've enriched the oxygen content
of his blood,

and pumped in a strong stimulant.

And I must say his recuperative
powers appear to be excellent.

With your permission,
I shall do some further research

and join you on the Bridge.

He's coming around, doctor.

Well.

Touch-and-go there for a minute,
but you're out of danger now.

You're aboard
the starship Enterprise.

I've heard of it.
It's in the United Fleet of Planets?

Federation. So is the shuttlecraft
that you were flying in.

It was?

Don't you usually know
whose property you've stolen?

I am not a thief.

Well, certainly no ordinary thief,

considering what it is
you appropriated.

You're being very loose
with your accusations

and drawing conclusions
without any facts.

Well, I do know that you made off
with a ship that didn't belong to you.

I do not make off with things.

My need gave me the right
to use the ship.

Mark the word, sir. The use of it.

You can try those technical evasions
on Starfleet Command.

That's where you'll be facing
your charges.

I'm grateful for your rescue.

Don't mention it.
We're pleased to have caught you.

Who are you?

My name is Lokai.

Go on.

From the planet Cheron.

That's in the southernmost part
of the galaxy,

in an unchartered quarter.

What are you doing
so far from home?

You understand
that when we complete our mission,

we'll take you to starbase,

where you'll face
a very serious charge.

The charge is trifling.

I would have returned the ship
as soon as l...

What? What were you going to do?

You monotone humans are all alike.

First you condemn and then attack.

I will answer no more questions.

Well, however we view him, captain,
he's certainly no ordinary specimen.

Well, Lokai, I don't know
what's normal for you exactly,

but if I had your readings,

I would be the most incredible
physical specimen of all time.

We've never encountered
a being like you.

I'd like to know more about you
and your planet.

- I'm very tired.
- And very evasive.

Or at least not fully responsive.
Now, then.

I insist. I am extremely tired,

made so
by your vindictive cross examinations.

I will answer no more questions.

- Lieutenant Uhura.
- Lieutenant Uhura here.

Notify Starbase 4
that we've recovered its shuttlecraft,

and it will be returned
along with its user

as soon as we've completed
our mission at Ariannus.

Aye, sir.

Bones, if you're satisfied

that the mutation theory
is applicable,

I'll make a note of it in my report.

Unless we get more information
from him, it'll have to serve.

- Kirk here.
- Captain, contact with alien ship, sir.

I'll be right there. Notify Mr. Spock.

Put the ship
on the viewing screen, Mr. Sulu.

Magnification.

- Still nothing, Mr. Chekov.
- I verify, sir. It's out there.

Maximum magnification.

I draw a blank, Mr. Spock.
Your response?

Negative, captain.

No malfunction, sir.
The reading persists.

- What is it?
- There is a vessel out there, captain.

Could it be a Romulan ship
using their cloaking device?

Negative.
This would not be a Romulan vessel.

It is totally alien in configuration.

Motive power unknown.

The small size of the craft

indicates a rapid scout vessel,
one or two-man crew.

Captain,
I've tried all hailing frequencies.

Negative, sir.

- Weaponry on the vessel, Spock?
- Nothing identifiable.

The craft appears to be built for speed
rather than combat.

Something out there can't be seen.
Explanation?

None. Completely elusive.
In fact, it's invisible.

Invisible.

Malfunction?

There is no sensor failure.

The readings persist.

It's headed straight for us.

Evasive action.

It shifts with us, sir,
and we're pushing to the limit.

- Deflector shields activated, Mr. Sulu.
- Automatic, sir.

We're on collision course.

It's out of control
or a suicide mission.

Sound warning for collision.
Red Alert.

Brace yourself for collision.
Brace yourself.

Readout, Mr. Spock?

It just... disintegrated.

- Fascinating.
- What is it now?

It is gone now, captain, but it seems
to have deposited an alien presence.

Where?

Right here, captain.

Explain, Spock.

One of a kind?

- I am Bele.
- Of the planet Cheron, no doubt.

Forgive my unorthodox arrival.

Your mode of travel
was also unorthodox.

Secure from Red Alert.

What happened to your vehicle?

It served me long and durably.

Unfortunately,
the strain of arduous pursuit

has exceeded
even its advanced qualities.

I was just able to complete this trip
and disembark in time,

or I would have disintegrated
in space with it.

A most unique craft.

Pity it couldn't be salvaged
for our study.

Yes, it was sheathed
in special materials

that rendered it invisible.

What brings you to us?

You bear precious cargo. Lokai.

He has taken refuge aboard this ship.
I am here to claim him.

All personnel aboard this vessel
are subject to my command.

No one claims anyone
without due process.

My apologies, captain.
I overstepped my powers.

Claim is undoubtedly
an unfortunate word.

What is your authorisation?
From what source?

I am chief officer of the commission
on political traitors.

Lokai was tried and convicted
of treason,

but had escaped.

- May I see him, please?
- He's in Sickbay.

Remember,
since you're aboard the Enterprise,

you're bound by its regulations.

With your permission, captain.

Mr. Spock.

Well, Lokai,
it's a pleasure to see you again.

This time I'm sure our joining
will be of a more permanent nature.

You are to be congratulated.

Never before has Lokai
been rendered so quiescent.

I will not return to Cheron with him
to a land of murdering oppressors.

I told you where you were going.

I allowed your fellow countryman here
simply as a courtesy.

And you see how this killer repays you,
as he repays all his benefactors.

Benefactors? He's a liar.

He raided our homes,
tore us from our families,

herded us together like cattle,
and then sold us as slaves.

They were savages, captain.

We took them into our hearts,
our homes.

We educated them.

Yes, just education enough
to serve the master race.

You were the product of our love,

and you repaid us with murder.

Why should a slave show mercy
to the enslaver?

Slaves?

That was changed thousands
of years ago.

- You were freed.
- Freed.

Were we free to be men?

Free to be husbands and fathers?

Free to live our lives
in equality and dignity?

Yes, you were free,
if you knew how to use your freedom.

You weren't free enough to slaughter

and to burn all the things
that had been built.

I tried to break the chains
of a hundred million people.

My only crime is that I failed.
To that, I do plead guilty.

There is an order in things.

He asked for utopia in a day.

- It can't be done.
- Not in a day.

And not in ten times 10,000 years
by your thinking.

To you, we are a loathsome breed
who will never be ready.

Genocide for my people
is the plan for your utopia.

You insane, filthy,
little plotter of ruin.

You vicious subverter
of every decent thought.

You're coming back
to pay for your crimes.

I know you and all those
with whom you are plotting

to take power permanently.

When I return to Cheron,
you will understand what power is.

I will have armies of followers.

It is now very clear that you know
each other extremely well, gentlemen.

The only service this ship can offer
is to bring you together.

It is not a battlefield.

Captain, I led revolutionaries,
not criminals.

I demand political asylum.
This ship is a sanctuary.

I'll tell you once more.

For you, this ship is a prison.

Captain, it is imperative
that you return Lokai to Cheron

for judgement.

Commissioner, Cheron
is not a member of the Federation.

No treaties have ever been signed.

Your demand for possession
of this prisoner cannot be honoured.

There are no extradition procedures
to allow it.

Is that clear, Commissioner Bele?

Captain, I hope you will be sensible.

- How do you mean?
- Cooperation.

I cannot take sides.

Since I am without a vessel
to return to Cheron,

I insist that you take us there
immediately.

Impossible. I have a mission.

There's a planet to be decontaminated.
Millions of lives are at stake.

Once that has been completed,
I'll return to Starbase 4

and turn you both over
to the authorities.

You can make your case to them.

I am sorry, captain.
That will not be satisfactory.

Not at all satisfactory.

Commissioner, as a visiting dignitary
from a far planet,

I offer you every hospitality aboard
this ship.

- Choose any other course.
- You're the captain.

Yes, I am.

I think we can consider
your problem settled.

At least for the present.

I have ordered guest quarters
for you on Deck 6.

I suggest you get a great deal of rest,
especially your vocal chords.

It seems
you'll have a double opportunity

to practise your oratory
on Starbase 4.

Chekov to Captain Kirk.
Chekov to Captain Kirk. Urgent.

- Kirk here.
- Captain, we're off course.

- Well, get back on course.
- That's just it, sir.

The ship's taken a new heading
all by itself.

I'll be right there.

- Have you located the malfunction?
- No, sir.

The ship is unresponsive.
We're moving away from Ariannus.

Explanation, Mr. Spock.

Elusive, captain. I am investigating.

I can't understand it.
I simply have no control.

- Kirk to Engineering.
- Scott here.

Scotty, we're suddenly off course.

- Check out manoeuvring controls.
- Aye, sir. Hold.

Captain, no malfunction indicated.

Switch to auxiliary.

Aye, sir. Out.

- Engineer to Bridge.
- Kirk here.

- On auxiliary, sir.
- Stand by for check.

- Scotty, we're still off course.
- I'll be right up.

- Speed, Mr. Chekov?
- We're moving at warp 8.

- And new course?
- Four-oh-three, mark 7.

Straight for the Coalsack
if there is no letup.

Lieutenant Uhura,
put the ship on Red Alert.

All hands, this is the captain.
The ship is on Red Alert.

The ship is on Red Alert.

There has been
an unidentified malfunction

in the ship's directional control.

Repeat. The ship is off course
and out of our control.

- Our new heading, Mr. Chekov?
- Four-oh-three, mark 7.

- Spock?
- Confirmed, captain. Holding pattern.

Coordinates now indicate
we are charting course to...

Captain, Cheron lies
between 403, mark 7 and mark 9.

We are on the way to Cheron.

Captain,
this ship is now under my direction.

For 50,000 of your terrestrial years,

I have been pursuing Lokai
through the galaxy.

I have not travelled this far, this long
only to give him up now.

This ship goes
where my will drives it.

Captain, we are now at warp 10,
and the speed is increasing.

Captain, course is now
clearly straight for Cheron,

despite all efforts
to direct us to Ariannus.

I will not return to Cheron.

Captain,
you must guarantee me sanctuary.

He cannot help you now.

You are lost, Lokai.

You are on the way to judgement,
to final punishment.

- Stop him.
- Not this time, you evil mound of filth.

Not this time.

My cause is just. You must help me.
All of you must help me.

Oh, the old cry. Pity me. Pity me.

Everywhere he's gone,
he's been helped to escape.

On every planet, he has found fools
who bleed for him

and shed tears
for the oppressed one.

But there is no escape for you
on this ship.

- This is your last sanctuary.
- Kill him. Kill him.

- You're two of a kind.
- And we are both going to Cheron.

You cannot change
the course of this ship

any more than you can change me.

This ship goes where I want it to go.

Security, put them both in the brig.

Phasers on stun.

Fire.

Your phasers are ineffective
against our shields.

You are helpless, captain.

What a fool I am, expecting help
from someone like you.

This ship is going to Ariannus.

No, this ship is going to Cheron.

I will let nothing interfere.

We are going to Ariannus.

The lives of a billion people
make no other choice possible.

You are being obtuse, captain.

I am permitting no choice.

My will now controls this,
and nothing can break it.

Bele.

I am captain of this ship,

and it will follow whatever course I set
for it

or I will order its destruction.

You're bluffing.

I will destroy it.

You can no more destroy this ship
than I can change colour.

Lieutenant Uhura, tie in the Bridge
to the master computer.

Aye, sir.

Computer, destruct sequence.

Are you ready to copy?

Working.

Prepare to verify
destruct sequence code 1.

Computer, this is Captain James Kirk
of the USS Enterprise.

Destruct sequence 1, code 1-1 A.

Voice and code 1- 1 A
verified and correct.

Sequence 1 complete.

Mr. Spock.

This is Commander Spock,
science officer.

Destruct sequence number 2,
code 1-1 A-2B.

Voice and code verified and correct.
Sequence 2 complete.

Mr. Scott.

This
is Lieutenant Commander Scott,

chief engineering officer
of the USS Enterprise.

Destruct sequence number 3.

Code 1 B-2B-3.

Voice and code 1 B-2B-3
verified and correct.

Destruct sequence
completed and engaged.

Awaiting final code
for 30-second countdown.

Mr. Spock, has the ship returned
to the course set for it by my orders?

Negative, captain.
We are still headed directly for Cheron.

Destruct sequence engaged.

Awaiting final code
for 30-second countdown.

Computer, this is Captain James Kirk
of the USS Enterprise.

Begin 30-second countdown.
Code 000.

Destruct 0.

Thirty seconds,

29, 28, 27...

Twenty-five seconds.

Let's see you prevent the computer
from fulfilling my commands.

Twenty seconds.

From five to zero,

no command in the universe
can prevent the computer

from fulfilling its destruct order.

Fifteen seconds.

You can use your will
to drag this ship to Cheron,

but I command the computer.

Mine is the final command.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...

- I agree!
- Computer.

This is Captain James Kirk
of the USS Enterprise.

Code 123 continuity.

Abort destruct order.

Repeat. Code 123 continuity.

Abort destruct order.

Destruct order aborted.
Destruct order aborted.

Mr. Spock,
is this ship headed for Ariannus?

Negative, captain,

the Enterprise is now moving
in a circular course.

And at warp 10,
we're going nowhere mighty fast.

I warned you of his treachery.
Kill him!

We're waiting for you to fulfil
your commitment, commissioner.

Captain, I am happy to have
you complete your mission of mercy

to the planet Ariannus.

It was madness to interfere
with such a worthwhile endeavour,

but if you will, upon completion,

please take me
and my traitorous captive to Cheron.

I make no deals
for control of this ship, sir.

The ship's course
is now in your control.

Ship's course?

Enterprise is now on course
to Ariannus, captain.

Speed, Scotty?

Warp 6 and smoothly operating, sir.

Good.

- Lieutenant Uhura, cancel Red Alert.
- Aye, sir.

Let me reaffirm my position,
gentlemen.

I could put you in the brig
for what you've done, but I won't do it,

because you're new
to this part of the galaxy,

which is governed
by the United Federation of Planets.

We live in peace,
with full exercise of individual rights.

The need to resort
to violence and force

has long since passed,

and it will not be tolerated
aboard this ship.

You are free to move about the ship.

I hope that you'll take the opportunity
to know more about the Federation

through its best representatives,
my crew,

but let me make it clear.

I will stand for no interference
with the function of this ship.

All hands, return to normal routine.
Captain out.

You speak very well, captain.
Your words promise justice for all.

We try.

Yes, well,
I have learned to wait for actions.

After Ariannus, what is justice?
I shall wait to see it dispensed.

Fascinating.
Two irrevocably hostile humanoids.

Disgusting is what I call them.

That description
is not scientifically accurate.

Mr. Spock, the word "disgusting"
describes exactly what I feel

about those two.

That's enough for today.

Those two are beginning
to affect you.

And I know from my actions,

you must all think me
a volcanic hothead,

erupting lava from my nostrils
at danger signals

that are only figments
of my imagination.

But believe me, my friends,

there can be no moment
when I can have my guard down

where such as Bele is present.

So, what happens?

I act the madman out of the anger
and frustration he forces upon me,

and thereby prove his point
that I am a madman.

No one knows
how he'll react under pressure, Lokai.

After all, we are only human.

Mr. Chekov,
therein lies my lack of ability

to alert you and your captain

to the real threat
of someone like Bele.

You see,
you are from the planet Earth.

There is no persecution
on your planet.

How can you understand my fear,
my apprehension,

my degradation, my suffering?

There was persecution
on Earth once.

I remember reading about it
in my history class.

Yes, but it happened way back
in the 20th century.

There is no such primitive thinking
today.

You have read about it in history,
I see.

How can I make your flesh
know how it feels

to see all those who are like you,

and only because they are like you,
despised, slaughtered,

and even worse,

denied the simplest bit of decency
that is a living being's right?

Do you know what it would be like

to be dragged out of your hubble
into a war on another planet,

a battle
that will serve your oppressor

and bring death
to you and your brothers?

Putting the matter into the hands
of your Starfleet Command

is, of course, the proper procedure.
How long will it be

before we hear from them, captain?

I expect the answer
is already on its way.

Well, then, let us drink
to their wise solution to our problem.

Let's do that.

Commissioner, Starfleet Command
may not arrive

at the solution you anticipate.

There is the matter of the shuttlecraft
which Lokai appropriated.

The interrogation of that matter

may be of paramount importance
to Starfleet.

Gentlemen, we are discussing
a question of degree.

Surely, stealing a shuttlecraft
cannot be equated

with the importance
of murdering thousands of people.

We do not know
that Lokai has done that.

One thing we are agreed on
is that Lokai is a criminal.

No, commissioner.
One thing we agreed upon

is that Lokai took a shuttlecraft.
Excuse me.

Lieutenant Uhura to Captain Kirk.

- Kirk here.
- I have a communication

- from Starfleet Command, sir.
- Let's read it.

"Starfleet Command
extends greetings

to Commissioner Bele
of the planet Cheron.

His urgent request
to be transported to his planet

with the man he claims prisoner

has been taken under consideration.

It is with great regret
that we cannot honour that request.

Intergalactic treaty clearly specifies

that no being can be extradited
without due process.

In view of the circumstances,
we have no doubt

that after a hearing at starbase,

Commissioner Bele will be permitted
to retain his prisoner,

and will be provided transportation..."

That's enough. Thank you.

As always,
Lokai has managed to gain allies.

Now, wait a minute, commissioner.

Even if they don't recognise
themselves as being such.

Yes, he will evade,
delay and escape again,

and in the process,

put thousands of innocent beings
at each other's throats,

getting them to kill and maim

for a cause
which they have no stake in,

but which he will force them
to violently espouse

by twisting their minds with his lies,

his loathsome accusations
and his foul threats.

I can assure you, commissioner,
that our minds will not be twisted.

Not by Lokai, nor by you.

It is obvious to the most simpleminded
that Lokai is of an inferior breed.

The obvious visual evidence,
commissioner,

is that he is of the same breed
as yourself.

Are you blind, Commander Spock?
Well, look at me.

Look at me.

You're black on one side
and white on the other.

I am black on the right side.

- I fail to see the significant difference.
- Lokai is white on the right side.

All of his people
are white on the right side.

Commissioner, perhaps the experience
of my own planet Vulcan

may set an example of some value
to you.

Vulcan was in danger
of being destroyed

by the same conditions
and characteristics

which threatened to destroy Cheron.

We were once a people
like yourselves, wildly emotional,

often committed
to irrationally-opposing points of view,

leading, of course,
to death and destruction.

Only the discipline of logic
saved my planet from extinction.

Commander Spock, I am delighted
that Vulcan was saved,

but you cannot expect Lokai
and people like him

to act with self-discipline,

any more than you can expect
a planet

to stop orbiting its sun.

Let Lokai state his grievances.
Hear him. Listen to him.

Maybe he can change.

- Maybe he wants to change.
- They cannot change.

Change is the essential process
of all existence.

For instance, the people of Cheron
must have once been mono-coloured.

You mean like both of you?

There must have been a time
long ago no doubt when that was true.

Excuse me.

- Kirk here.
- We're orbiting Ariannus, sir.

Very good.

Commence decontamination
procedures when ready.

- Advise when complete.
- At once, sir. Scott out.

I once heard
that on some of your planets,

people believe they are descended
from apes.

The actual theory
is that all life forms evolved

from the lower levels
to the more advanced stages.

Ready for
decontamination procedure.

- Ready, sir.
- Ready here.

Ready, Mr. Scott.

Mr. Sulu, lock into coordinates
requested by Ariannus.

Locked in, sir.

Mr. Chekov,
position tanks for spray release.

Tanks positioned.

Lieutenant Uhura, advise Ariannus
the mission is to begin on signal.

All ground precautions
must be ready.

Ariannus says go ahead.

Well, let her rip.

- Scott to Captain Kirk.
- Kirk here.

First run complete, sir.

Good. Repeat procedure
for maximum effect.

Aye, sir.

Ready to repeat
decontamination procedure.

Ready, sir.

- Mr. Sulu?
- Ready here.

- Kirk here.
- We're completing the final orbit

of Ariannus, sir.

I'm awaiting instructions to set course
for the next destination.

Very good. We'll be right up.

Set directional controls
for Starbase 4.

Kirk out.

Will you join us on the Bridge?

There is nothing I would like more.

Captain's log, stardate 5730.7.

Having completed our mission
to Ariannus,

the Enterprise
is now on course to Starbase 4.

The crew is on normal routine

and we are proceeding
without incident.

Trouble, Mr. Chekov?

I don't rightly know, Mr. Spock.

I was trying to program for Starbase 4
as ordered.

- I can't get a response.
- It just seemed to go dead, sir.

Captain, some of the memory banks
of the computer

- are burned out.
- Can you determine which ones?

The directional control
and the self-destruct, captain,

are both burnt out.

I did it like this.

Captain's log, stardate 5730.6.

In a deliberate act of sabotage,
Commissioner Bele has burnt out

our destruct mechanism
and, through the power of his will,

has again taken over
directional control

of the Enterprise.

Now can we go to Cheron
without any more discussion?

At the moment,
I seem to have no choice.

So this is justice after Ariannus.

You have signed my death warrant.

I warned you what to expect.

Will you continue
to let this mockery of justice go on?

If you are partisans of justice, prove it.
Kill him!

We are not killers.

So, what do you do?
Carry justice on your tongues?

You will beg for it,
but you won't fight or die for it.

After so many years
of leading the fight,

you seem very much alive.

I doubt that the same can be said
for many of his followers.

You're finished, Lokai.

Oh, we've got your kind
penned in on Cheron,

and it's not going to change.

You've combed the galaxy, and
come up with mono-coloured trash,

do-gooders and bleeding hearts.
You're dead, you half-white.

You useless pieces of bland flesh.

I'll take you with me, you half-black.

Bele, you keep this up and you'll never
get to Cheron with your prisoner.

The Bridge of this ship
will be irreparably damaged.

This'll be your final battlefield.

Your 50,000 years of pursuit
will have been wasted.

And you, Lokai,
will die here in space.

You'll inspire no more disciples.
Your cause will be ended.

Remember, captain,
political sanctuary is my right.

I am your prisoner.

Honour that right or the fight will go on,
and your ship will burn up.

You've made your point.

If you listen to his legalistic trickery,
I shall have to destroy this ship

and everybody aboard.

I understand.

Will you return the Enterprise
to my control?

Why not?

Scotty, have repairs on
directional control been completed?

Aye, sir. Rerouted.

Check controls and coordinates.

Controls operating, captain.

The Enterprise is responding
as always.

- Captain, it's beautiful.
- Locking on to coordinates.

Captain, we are within scanning range
of Cheron.

Is it within visual range?

Coming within visual range now,
captain.

Chekov, put it on the screen.
Extreme magnification.

- What are you picking up?
- Several very large cities. Uninhabited.

Extensive traffic systems
barren of traffic.

Lower animals and vegetation
encroaching on the cities.

No sapient life forms
registering at all, captain.

There is no evidence
of natural disaster,

yet there are vast numbers
of unburied corpses in all cities.

You mean,

all the people are dead?

All dead, captain.

They have annihilated each other
totally.

My people, all dead?

Yes, commissioner. All of them.

- No one alive?
- None at all, sir.

Your band of murderers did this!

Your genocidal maniacs did this!

Stop it!
What's the matter with you two?

Didn't you hear Spock?
Your planet is dead.

There's nobody alive on Cheron
because of hate.

The cause you fought about
no longer exists.

Give yourselves time to breathe.
Give up your hate.

You're welcome to live with us.

Listen to me.

You both must end up dead
if you don't stop hating.

You're an idealistic dreamer.

Bele.

- The chase is finished.
- He must not escape me.

Where can he go?

Bele.

Shall I alert security, sir?

No, lieutenant.

Where can they run?

Captain, I have located them
on ship sensors.

Bele is chasing Lokai on Deck 3.

Bele is passing Recreation Room 3,
approaching the crewmen's lounge.

Lokai is running past
the crewmen's lounge.

Lokai has just arrived on Deck 5.

Passing Recreation Room 3.

Captain, someone has activated
the transporter mechanism.

Spock,
anyone in the Transporter Room?

Negative, captain.
Transporter Room is clear.

However, there is a life form
materialising on the planet.

It is Lokai.

He's back on Cheron.

There's nobody there to try him.
His judges are all dead.

Captain, the transporter mechanism
has been activated again.

- Of course.
- It is Bele, captain.

And another life form
has appeared on Cheron.

It doesn't make any sense.

To expect sense
from two mentalities

of such extreme viewpoints
is not logical.

But their planet's dead.
Does it matter now which one's right?

Not to Lokai and Bele.
All that matters to them is their hate.

Do you suppose
that's all they ever had, sir?

No.

But that's all they have left.

Warp factor 2, Mr. Sulu.
Set course for Starbase 4.