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Captain's log, stardate 6031 .2.

We're in standard orbit above the neutral planetoid Babel, awaiting the

aboard of Federation ambassadors who have been attending a crucial economic

conference.

One ambassador, however, prefers an older form of transport.

You must think I'm hopelessly old -fashioned.

Ma 'am?

Well, to prefer traveling by shuttle rather than having my atoms shooting

through space.

I always found that a very...

unsettling concept.

I see the doctor agrees with you.

He's a sensible man.

You know, you remind me so much of someone I knew a long time ago.

Would that be because I remember my grandfather, Dmitry Chekhov, Federation

Ambassador to Russia?

You mean from Earth?

Of course.

I knew him as ambassador when I first went into service for Obsidia.

I liked him very much.

He liked you.

He told me so, many times.

Did he?

Many times?

Yes, ma 'am.

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Buying time. That debris field might camouflage our image.

We won't know what to target.

Target? His disruptors are armed.

Hold on.

I'm going to try something.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the new voyages of the starship Enterprise, its five -year

explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to

boldly go where no man has gone before.

Oh, my.

Yes, ma 'am.

That was exciting.

Sorry. I hadn't planned on any entertainment.

Captain, the Klingon is signaling us.

He identifies himself as a Dark Destroyer.

On screen, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Well, well, well.

Lost a little something up you cook.

Our sensors had the shuttle at all times. But it's thoughtful of you to

neutral space to see about it. Now get gone.

Ah, but it is neutral space.

You have no authority to order me out.

I just came by to offer a friendly greeting.

Get in a little target practice.

If you were friendly, you wouldn't have come in cloaked.

We have been visiting quite a few of your Federation planets lately.

The ones that have failed and been abandoned.

They make very nice and easy additions to the Klingon Empire.

Karg, get out of here before I run you out under escort.

Mr. DeSalle, phaser?

Hot and locked on the Klingon.

You hear that, Captain?

I am sure we will see you again, Kirk.

As our Empire.

Expat. I think a welcoming committee for Ambassador Morgan and Mr. Chekhov is in

order. Mr. Spock, Bones, you're with me. Got it. You have the count. Aye, sir.

Hangar deck secured.

Hangar deck pressurizing.

That was really quite a ride.

Permission to come aboard. Granted, sir.

You know, you did a wonderful job.

Thank you.

This way, Ambassador.

That was a

nice piece of flying, Mr. Chekov.

Thank you, sir.

Captain James T. Kirk, Ambassador.

Welcome aboard the Enterprise.

Thank you, Captain.

I have to apologize for that little Klingon incident.

My pilot was very skillful.

However, I may have to consider the transporter next time.

Allow me to introduce you to my first officer, Mr. Spock.

Mrs. Spock?

My chief medical officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy. Ambassador, if you were injured

shaken up in the shuttle, I'd be happy to... Oh, not at all, Dr. McCoy. I'm

fine. However, I would appreciate some rest in my quarters.

Well, permit us to escort you to your quarters, Ambassador.

Mr. Chekov, take the ship out of orbit and set a course straight for Earth.

See you later, Pavel.

Lady Rainer.

Let's go, Pavel.

I was never that young.

I trust the council sessions went well.

Not at all, Captain. I'm afraid we didn't accomplish a thing.

That's disturbing.

The Federation credit system is collapsing on planet after planet.

Credits aren't worth the same from one planet to the next.

Resupplying consumables in certain sections of the Quadrant has become

where the value of the credit has been devalued. Yes, but it's more than that.

The planets with viable economies can hold their own, but others left

are falling into economic ruin and will soon be abandoned.

How well we know that. The Enterprise has assisted in the evacuation and

relocation of two Federation colonies so far.

The Council debated for over three months and came up with no solution. And

won't meet again for another six months.

I am not hopeful.

Our Klingon visitor pointed out abandoned planets are ripe for the

Yes, by the Klingons or the Romulans. So, we have economic chaos, failing

worlds. We must find a solution.

Otherwise, I'm afraid the Federation will not exist much longer.

Mr. Sulu, you are relieved.

Take good care of her tonight, Vincent.

Not a bad piece of flying out there, Chekov.

Thank you.

Considering you're not rated for helm as well as navigation?

Well, it doesn't matter in a shuttle, as I demonstrated.

Still, a double bridge qualification means more when promotions come up.

So, what's your phaser firing rank?

85.

97.

Have fun at dinner. Dinner?

With Ambassador Reyna.

Oh, really?

It's just enough.

Captain, I'm picking up a blip.

It's pacing us.

Can you make it out?

Could be a ship. It's just on the edge of our long -range sensors.

All I got was a flash. Solid, but unidentifiable.

I want the sensors set for a constant sweep around the ship.

I want a 24 -hour surveillance.

If there's something out there, I want to know what it is.

He told me all the old Russian folktales when I was a boy.

But he set them in outer space.

An alien planet, of course.

Of course.

I wanted to visit them all, so I became an alligator.

Very simple.

Dimitri was such an inspiring man, wasn't he?

Do you know that he told me when I was 22 that I could be the Obsidious System

ambassador?

He was always so positive.

He said he saw in me all the possibilities even then. He was right.

all about you, you know.

Yes, many times you said.

I think he was just a little bit in love.

Was he?

Yes.

You know, this is much too complicated a subject to be discussing at such a late

hour. Perhaps we could do it on another occasion?

Tomorrow. Dinner?

Done.

Slum and lard.

Not like you to come down here for a visit.

The navigation system's showing a slight deviation off prime.

It's only a tenth of a degree, but it's increased since I noticed the last

shift.

Took a look at it, but I'll have to wait a bit.

We're having a wee bit of a problem with the manifold pressure here.

He's still stuck!

I don't see how you could have been shielded from that radiation burst.

But there doesn't seem to be any damage.

Then I can return to duty.

Take this shift off.

Go back to your quarters and relax.

Doctor, I feel fine. Hey, doctor's orders.

And if you decide to disobey, remember, I can pull you in here for a complete

two -day medical exam.

With probes.

Just because.

I think I'll go back to my quarters.

And relax.

Status, Mr. Scott.

Do you want the full report of the summary?

The summary will do.

All right, then.

We've got one warp engine, one impulse engine.

Full warp will be impossible, and maneuvering will be clumsy.

But we're working around the clock to get us back online.

How long?

As soon as humanly possible is the best we can do.

McCoy to bridge.

Kirk here. What is it, Bones?

Captain, report to thick bay as soon as possible.

Can it wait?

Now, Jim.

All right, Doctor. I'm on my way. Mr. Spock, you have the bridge.

Stay on it. This

shouldn't

be. I mean, he was perfectly fine on the last scan.

Yesterday.

Did you miss anything?

Well, then why is this happening?

History. On Gamma Hydra 4, he was exposed just as we were to the aging

Back then, a burst of adrenaline allowed him to escape the full effect, but

obviously his body's been harboring the disease all this time.

And?

He suffered a massive radiation dose.

It unleashed the disease, and now the Hyralin therapy isn't working.

Prognosis, Doctor.

He's aged 25 years in one day.

Bones, what can you do?

Nothing, Jim.

I can't stop it.

No.

This has to be the water struggle.

The ship's computer connects with all the medical knowledge the Federation

I'll do my best, Pavel.

Count on it.

That's not good enough.

You have to find a cure.

There has to be one.

If there isn't... But you always have an answer.

Lieutenant, maybe you'd better think about putting a few things in order.

Just in case.

I don't have to.

I'll report to my station now.

Mr. Chekov, in your condition, I think it's best that you remain here in

sickbay. Unless Dr. McCoy thinks it's all right, you may return to your

quarters.

But I feel fine.

Captain.

Picking up that anomaly again.

Stronger now.

I'm definitely reading it as another ship.

Spock, configuration.

I cannot make it out, sir. It remains on the extreme edge of our sensor

perception.

Or it could be taunting us by cloaking and uncloaking.

Klingon?

Romulan.

Either is possible.

Lieutenant Uhura, hail that ship.

Aye, sir.

Federation Starship USS Enterprise to Unidentified Vessel.

State your planet of origin and purpose in this quadrant.

No response, sir.

Open the channel, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Karg, if that's you, no more games.

As of right now, my phases are armed, and they're going to stay hot.

Close channel, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Spock, the ship is on yellow alert.

All ship's eyes and ears are to remain on that intruder.

I want to know their every move.

If he's cloaked, sir, then he has to uncloak the fire's disruptors.

Full yellow alert, Mr. Spock. Until and unless I order a stand.

Understood, Captain.

I'm young.

Damage, I'm young.

And this can't happen.

Why me?

I didn't do anything.

I was just there.

Everyone else was cured.

Why am I the only one that wasn't?

I didn't do anything!

Who... Who's there?

Lady Raina. May I come in?

A moment.

Please

Come

Pavel

I'm so sorry

funny

I didn't hear an announcement on the ship's intercom.

Well, you know how it is. You tell one person in strictest confidence and...

It's all over the ship in an hour.

It's only a rumor.

Yes, but Pavel, surely... Dr. McCoy is searching the medical files right now.

He always has an answer.

Yes, I'm sure he'll find a cure for you.

Yes.

Give me the Tellarite information.

Their physiology is only remotely like a human.

Get it anyway.

Of course.

So how are we doing?

We're making progress.

Give me another hour, and I'll have a second work engine online.

Thanks, Gabby.

Sir, the unidentified vessel is moving in our direction. Bering 230 Mark 5.

Picking up speed.

It's gone.

Cloaked.

Trajectory. Angle on our starboard bow.

Vessel uncloaking. 200 ,000 kilometers and closing fast.

It's Klingon.

Disruptor ports are open.

Red alert, now.

Red alert.

All hands, man your battle stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, all

man your battle stations. This is not a drill.

Where are you going?

To my station.

You can't.

I'm the best defense officer that Captain has.

Pavel, did he call you?

Shields out, sir. We have full power on deflectors and phasers.

Shields are gone, sir.

Got it.

When can I have power to maneuver? Captain, I can give you phasers and

on maneuver and power, but I cannot give you both.

The best you can, as soon as you can. Right, sir. I better get down there.

Phasers targeted.

Ready to fire.

He's coming around, sir.

Fire.

Damage report sections five and six.

Isolating that section now.

Helm is sluggish, sir.

Power down 30 percent.

Forty. Centel, report.

Diverting power to maneuvering.

Uhura, shut off that noise. Mr. Spock, monitor the reports and give me a

of the damage.

Yes, sir. Do we still have shields and phasers?

Shields at 20%. Phasers are down.

We have full photon torpedo capacity.

Then let's give him a job.

Yes, sir.

Damn. Full spread, sir? If he didn't deviate from his original course... No,

Spock. We might need them later, and we've got a ship to save.

Mr. Spock.

Phaser and shield power is compromised, but we still have power to maneuver

slowly. Four quarters decked and one engineering level are damaged. We have

crew. Personnel is checking the roster now. Kick bay is flooded with injured.

And Mr. Scott?

He begs to inform you he generally only performs miracles on Tuesdays and

Thursdays.

Today is Monday.

Very well. Carry on, then.

extensive damage to decking and

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Cooter.

Does anybody have any good news? We have all our engines back.

On the other hand, two of our generators were damaged by the hit on engineering

level three.

If we go to warp, I don't have enough power for the phasers and shields.

If we stay here, I can give you those.

So we can run, or we can stand here and fight? That's about it, sir.

We're working on it.

Lieutenant Uhura, send a subspace mayday to all Federation starships in range.

We've been attacked by a Klingon vessel.

Without provocation.

We're able to move, but we don't have adequate defenses.

The Federation ambassadors on board are at high risk, and we can't protect them

if we're attacked again.

Captain's log, supplemental.

I've decided to wait at the site of the attack, hoping my call for help will

bring us an escort of Federation vessels.

Thus far, no response.

Pavel.

Pavel.

Why are you wasting your time sleeping?

What the hell?

What? Indeed.

I'm still asleep.

I have to be.

You're not.

You're not an hallucination?

Not to you.

What? Anyone else looked in here? You would be talking to yourself.

I have to see Dr. McCoy.

He will only tell you what you already know.

What? That I'm losing my mind?

Are you?

What do you see when you look at me?

Myself. The way I should be.

I see the way I will be.

Would be.

If I was given the time.

Let me tell you something.

That mirror is not our friend.

We could cover it up.

It wouldn't change the truth of the matter.

Are we going to admit what that is?

Yes.

I,

me, were young two days ago.

Now look at us.

Grandfathered hands look like that.

You know what I think?

I'm dying.

And you're here.

And this is starting to get very Russian.

Any response to that?

No, sir.

Keep sending them my day.

Aye, sir.

Do you remember everything?

Tables.

Billy Claiborne.

I made a hell of an outlaw.

They killed us then.

It was an illusion.

If you don't believe, it is not real.

This is real.

Yes.

Come up, try and you lie.

You mean Martha Landon?

She was beautiful.

We were in love.

The planet that there was no disease and no one ever grew old.

The feeder of the ball.

Captive to a machine god.

Would you settle now for such a life?

I don't know.

You wouldn't. I wouldn't.

Harry Mudd.

And all his beautiful, ageless... Androids.

Captain, I've got another blip.

Unidentified vessel closing on us back.

Uncloaked Klingon vessel.

Not the same one that attacked us. Message coming in, Captain.

It's from the Klingon.

On screen.

Greetings, Captain Kirk. We intercepted your distress call.

Come to gloat?

In fact, we came to help.

Really?

Then I've got a great deal for you on some waterfront property in Riverside,

Iowa. I do not understand the record.

Just what do you want, Kirk?

On my honor, Kirk, the ship that attacked you was not Klingon. Are you

me that we didn't see the vessel that uncloaked and fired upon us? I can have

the visual record played back for you.

Lieutenant Uhura.

Have you ever seen a magician's trick, Kirk?

The success of the trick lies in your seeing what he wants you to see.

And your point is...

Kirk, I know where my sister ships are.

On my honor, the vessel that attacked you was not Klingon.

Based on past history, I can't accept that. Sir, Captain Karg has twice said

his honor the attack vessel was not one of theirs.

To Klingons, honor is everything, more important than their very lives.

He harried the shuttle at Babel. A different time, a different exercise.

I believe he means exactly as he says.

It was not a Klingon that attacked us.

What are you suggesting, Karg?

I have a proposition for you.

Then let's hear it.

I am willing to transport aboard your ship, Captain.

We should conduct our business face to face.

All right, then.

Prepare to beam aboard.

I look forward to meeting you.

Lieutenant Uhura, have security escort Mr. Karg to the briefing room and ask

Scott to join us.

Spock, you're with me. DeSalle, you have the cut.

Growing up.

This is all that I wanted.

To be an officer on a starship.

But once I did that... It wasn't enough just to have my commission and this

birth. I had to be the best navigator.

The best weapons officer.

Not just the best on the ship.

The best in the army.

You did the world a lot of time to do this.

That was before.

I had years to spend.

And now this thief of time in my body has taken them.

I've lost all the things I could have had.

Opportunity.

Love.

Joy.

Life.

I'm 25 years old.

I'm not just going to die.

didn't get to live.

We both had the same dreams.

Why are you here?

I suppose I want to know.

If this is all there is, was it worth it?

That's one of those questions, isn't it?

Was I a good person?

Did I make a difference anywhere?

Did I worth the time I spent here?

I'd like to see it.

So would I.

But can I?

You said Scott's life.

Reflexes. No.

You had a choice. You could have gotten out of the way and saved yourself.

Maybe.

Would you have done anything else?

If I knew the cost?

I honestly don't know.

Then what's left?

We don't have much time.

I should be on that bridge.

That Klingon is still out there, and I'm the best weapons officer the captain

has. Best in the fleet.

Why not report in? I can't. Dr. McCoy won't clear me for duty.

But he will.

Yes.

He has to.

Welcome aboard.

Odd situation we are in, isn't it, Kirk? And if we're going to make the most of

this, we'd better get started.

Please.

Anything can be resolved after a hot glass of tea.

Grandfather's motto.

But not this.

No.

Cure these properties.

Good for the soul.

And cure this problem.

Do you remember?

Everything. I was thinking of Apollo.

Try to make us worship him. Obey him.

Or tip his buns there.

Well, he'd been a god.

Have you noticed that, metal worker?

I did. I wonder why.

Because humans have this stubborn streak in them. You try to tame them, bend

them. They rebel.

Why aren't we rebelling against this king?

You go into this heaven.

You know you could die.

You hope you won't.

But you know you can.

If you're lucky, you'll leave past your soul here.

Take your pension.

And go live on a nice blue and white planet in sunshine and joy.

And?

Not and.

Or... You die young.

And... One hopes.

Heroic.

But this... No heroics, no glory, no sunshine and joy.

But we've done a thing or two, haven't we?

Are you ashamed of our record? Of how we served?

No.

I... We

did our best.

Yes.

Damn right.

Should we regret?

Not one thing.

Can you prove no Klingon was responsible for this attack?

How? Shall I contact our sister ships and interrogate the captains?

And if I did, would you believe them?

No.

We have to trust your honor, Kirk.

Why attack the Enterprise so deep in Federation space?

Why attack your ship at all?

Because you're not above causing chaos where you can, Lottie.

Captain Kirk, you understand we have ears on Babel.

We are well aware the economic conference was useless.

Threatening the Federation ambassadors aboard is a waste of effort.

They are only going home through poor defeat.

Failing French planets will be abandoned and can be taken over by our invasion

troops if we want them.

The only reason to attack you is to place blame on the Klingon Empire.

And who would want to do that?

The Romulan Star Empire.

It's possible, Captain.

They are occasionally Klingon allies, though they do not have the same goals.

You would know, of course.

Projections based on past history and societal ambitions are quite logical.

Or it could be someone else.

Which is why I'm offering our assistance.

Cut them loose, Captain.

Why would the Sassanach want to help us?

Because whoever it is, is an enemy to us both.

You're on, Captain.

Let's do this.

Captain's log supplemental.

The Enterprise faces the possibility of another attack.

This time, however, we have an unlikely ally.

On screen, Mr. Fox.

This is the ship that attacked us.

It is a perfect replica.

Replica?

Since it could not have been one of our ships, it must be a replica.

The name?

Symbol of the ship.

Danger, Stalker.

And an identifying vessel number.

Before you ask, there is no such ship in our fleet.

But the Klingons can prove it's not theirs.

The Marauder does not intend for that to happen, Commander Scott.

They can destroy us and leave enough evidence the Klingons perpetrated the

attack.

The Federation leaps to the desired conclusion.

And we're in the middle of a war.

Clever. But we're not going to cooperate.

Scott, repair status.

You're going to owe the entire engineering department a round, sir.

Both the phasers and the shields are back on line.

Two rounds, Mr. Scott. Just as soon as we're out of this.

Gentlemen, now we recall our mayday. We're fully operational, so we don't

any more help. We can report that this alien ship is not Klingon.

Baiting a trap.

With a little help from our friends.

Let's move.

Pavel, it's Raina.

Come.

I thought you might need some company.

I know I certainly do.

It's gotten lonely in here the last few hours.

Shutting yourself off?

Do you mind if I turn up the lights?

No.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

There is not much left to embody.

It will arrive.

Leave the lights up.

The Enterprise is fully repaired.

The Captain expects another attack, but we have an ally.

But no one responded to our lady.

Someone did.

Captain Karg of the Dark Destroyer.

You've got to be joking.

No, that would be a Russian joke.

Oh, Pavel, if ever you were needed, it would be in the next few hours.

That may be all the time I have left.

USS Enterprise to all Federation vessels in the Alpha Quadrant.

We're withdrawing our mayday. We have no further need of assistance.

There are a few similar diseases, but they're genetic and not induced in the

same way.

But similar.

There are no cures for them either.

I have to report to the captain.

I understand.

McCoy to Kirk.

Kirk here.

Captain, I've completed my final examination of Mr. Chekov.

As we discussed, the situation has not changed.

My diagnosis remains the same.

Thank you, Bond.

Mr. Chekov.

We're going to need you.

Report to the bridge.

Was that the wisest decision, Jim?

Maybe not, Spock.

But it was the best one.

You heard the captain.

How much time do I have?

Honestly. Dammit, Pavel, I'm a doctor, not a watchmaker.

Soon.

It's all right.

Dammit, man.

You saved Scotty, but you sacrificed him. No sacrifices.

It was worth it.

It was all worth it.

You can't know that.

Oh, yes.

I can.

Go on.

Captain wants you on the bridge.

Klingon vessel, I'm cloaking on the port bow.

100 ,000 kilometers.

Relative position, 180 degrees, mark 3.

I have you.

On screen.

Long range, full perimeter, scan.

No other vessels, sir.

Where is Karg?

Probably ran.

They are targeting the previously damaged area, Captain.

Shields.

Holding start.

Mr. Chekov.

Forges are gone.

Secondary deflectors holding.

Phasers still charged and ready.

Captain! The hostile is recharging disruptors.

Now!

The Marauder has been damaged.

Not enough.

He's coming about.

The Marauder is preparing to fire again.

Secondary shield gone.

We still have phasers. Any signal from Kark? Negative, sir.

We cannot withstand another attack, Captain.

The hospital had charged torpedo rat. A strategic hit will stop Mr. Chekhov's

aerobatics. Not likely.

This is Chekov.

That was the most elegant weapon demonstration I've ever seen.

Captain, incoming message from the Dark Destroyer. On screen.

That worked out well.

You're late.

But in time for the kill.

Karg, we need to know who they are. Which is why I offered to board the

They have dishonored the Klingon Empire.

I want to know who these people are, even more than you do, Kirk.

Very well, Captain.

But I expect a report as soon as you find anything.

Permission to return to my quarters, Captain.

Lieutenant Uhura, have Ambassador Morgan come up to the bridge.

Sir, report coming in from Captain Karg on the hostile.

On screen, Lieutenant.

What is it, Karg?

As I assured you, Kirk, this is not a Klingon vessel.

It is a Federation ship modified to look like one of ours, but only on the

exterior and in its weaponry. What's its origin?

Exterior. How can you tell?

Well, look at him. He hasn't even covered his interface.

This whole ship reflects their building style.

Federation, yes, but with Asterion's particular touch. And how would you

Captain, I think I know what's happened.

Asterion is one of the systems with a shaky economy, hovering on the edge of

collapse.

But I don't understand.

Asterion is known for their engineering and technological advancement.

They're extremely valuable to the entire Federation.

Absolutely.

But they've placed primary emphasis on combat devices and inventions.

In a federation of peace, they face failure on a planet -wide level because

there's no use for their technology.

And they've consistently refused to change directions or goals, even though

means their own economic death.

Their philosophy is there will always be a war. All they have to do is simply

wait for one.

But how did they get a clipping device?

Captain, my inquiries into classified records indicates that Starfleet gave it

to them for reverse engineering after we...

removed it from the Romulan vessel 18 months ago.

And if they could provoke a war between the Federation and the Klingons... A war

would fuel their entire economy and make them more necessary to the Federation,

but not to them alone.

Who's been on this with you?

We have already asked that question.

This one has chosen not to answer it.

What about the others on board?

All dead.

By their own hand, I can assure you.

I can continue questioning.

No. Prepare them to beam aboard the Enterprise.

They'll face trial for their crimes, and their planetary leaders will join them.

I owe you that courtesy, Kirk.

That's only because we stood together this time.

The next time.

Until then, Kirk.

Close channel, Miss Uhura.

Sir?

Mr. Spock will detain the Asterion and tow his ship to the nearest starbase.

Ambassador, I'd like your... written opinion on this situation to go along

my official reports.

Of course.

You realize we may never discover who else was involved.

You mean we may never know who all of our enemies are inside the Federation.

Keep it in mind, Captain Kirk.

And look to your back.

Pavel, we're almost at Starbase 16.

From there, the ambassadors will be given transit to their home planet.

Leaving?

In three moments.

We'll need a pilot, a shuttle.

Mr. Scott has volunteered.

Good man.

Thanks to you, he's alive to do it.

Apollo, it has been my great honor and joy to know you.

Thank you for bringing me home.

The pleasure has been mine.

Been a steady stream of visitors

through here today.

Dr.

McCoy.

He brought me a bottle of vodka

for when I'm On my feet again.

And... Spoke...

For... My

journey.

I thought I'd take my turn.

Captain and all.

Who would have thought I'd leave so long?

In such a short time.

I didn't do it so badly, did I?

Mm -hmm

Captain's log, stardate 2683 .4. An attempt to rescue the Enterprise from a

Romulan threat has propelled Hulu forward 30 years in time.

That's a signal.

Let's get back to Hulu.

That's Captain's name, right?

Hulu, what about 30 years to you?

It was 30 seconds, it was.

Something else?

Alana. Who is she?

She's my daughter.

You're Captain Kirk, aren't you?

How did you know?

My father told me you were impressive and knew it.

You command miracles and you don't even know it.

I'm starting to.

We now have only 32 minutes before our shields collapse.

I don't care who dies.

He lives.