All language subtitles for Star.Trek.TAS.S01E01.Beyond.the.Farthest.Star.engels

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

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

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go
where no man has gone before.

Captain's Log, Stardate 5221.3.

On outward course
beyond the fringe of our galaxy

towards Questar M-17,

a source of mysterious radio emissions.

Mission, starcharting.

Situation, Mr. Scott?

We've picked up speed, sir, rapidly.

I've cut back power,
but we continue to gain momentum.

- Mr. Sulu?
- She's not answering the helm, sir.

Two minutes right ascension off course
and drifting farther, Captain.

Stand by to reverse course.

- Standing by, sir.
- Reverse course.

I can only describe it
as hypergravity, Captain,

more powerful than any
we've ever encountered.

It's dragging the Enterprise toward it.

Why aren't our sensors picking it up?
Forward scanners, Mr. Sulu.

Captain, that's the source
of the radio emissions.

Negative star mass.

Spectra analysis,

imploded matter,
but every reading on it is negative.

- Captain, we're still gaining speed.
- Full reverse thrust.

No good, sir. We're still falling toward it.

- How much time do we have?
- Impact in 93 seconds,

92,

- 91...
- Captain,

there's another signal. Listen.

40 seconds, Captain,

39, 38...

Sulu, flank speed ahead.

Our only chance is to try to get
into orbit around that thing.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Nine seconds.

Eight, seven...

Orbital velocity.

Steady as she goes, Mr. Sulu.

- Maintain orbit.
- Aye, aye, Captain.

If its pull is this strong, Jim,
how do we get out of orbit?

Slingshot effect, Mr. Spock?
Do we have enough power?

I'll need some time
for the computations, Captain.

I'm getting that radio sound again, sir.

Nine seconds right ascension
from galactic plane,

dead ahead and closing fast.

It's on the view screen now, sir.

- Put us alongside, Mr. Sulu.
- Aye, aye, sir.

It's a starship
like nothing I've ever seen.

- The size of it.
- It's been damaged.

I'll bet she was pulled in like we were.

It's coming from that ship, Captain.

Confirmed, Captain, but it isn't possible.

That ship is dead.

Temperature is absolute zero.

There is no thermal reading
to support life aboard her,

and no energy store
to send radio messages.

Nothing except
a slight magnetic flux reading,

which could be normal
for the ship's metal.

- You're sure, Mr. Spock?
- Probability.997, Captain.

Can you identify that metal,
or the design of the ship?

Negative to both, Captain.

Unknown alloy, harder and lighter
than any registered metal.

It is not a recorded
galactic starship design.

Retro analysis of the ship's spectra
dates it

as having been in orbit here
for slightly more than 300 million years.

It's beautiful.

What kind of people
could have built it to...

To touch even a starship
with grace and beauty?

A civilization that advanced
300 million years ago

before life even emerged on Earth.

Barely an instant in eternity, Jim.

Mr. Spock, any indication
of that ship's power source?

No, Captain, but this far from a G1 star,

it is logical to assume
they had some kind of warp drive.

We'll board her, Mr. Spock.

Scotty, Bones, you'll come with us.
We'll need life-support belts.

Mr. Sulu,
have the Transporter Room stand by.

Yes, sir.

Ready, Captain.

Activate life-support belts. Energize.

The hexagonal shape of the windows

suggests a similarity
to natural insect designs of Earth,

the honeycombs of bees.

The individual cells are shaped
precisely like this.

Would you look at this now?

This metal, it isn't cast or rolled.

It was drawn into filaments and spun.

Like a spider spins his web.

A lighter and stronger material
than anything we have now.

Look, every pod,
they've all been burst open.

Aye, from the inside,
from the looks of them.

Must have been some accident
to get almost every pod.

Accidents seldom have such system,
Dr. McCoy.

I believe we must consider
the alternative possibility

that the crew of this ship
destroyed her themselves.

Captain's Log.

We have beamed aboard the alien ship
found orbiting a strange dead star.

The Enterprise is recording all data
for the log and a full report later.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Enterprise. Lieutenant Uhura here.

Lieutenant, are you still getting
that radio signal from this ship?

Negative, Captain.

It stopped transmitting
when you beamed aboard.

All right. Lock on us with the transporter
and be ready to transport.

We're going inside.

Transporter beam on and locked.
Standing by.

What do you make of it, Spock?

Captain, it's registering energy,

- very little, but building.
- You mean it's functioning

after all the millenniums
this ship has been here?

The wands are accumulators,
receptors to attract energy,

motion, sound, light, heat,

every kind of energy around them.

The structure of the ship,
those huge arches, thrusting up!

The whole ship is designed
to receive and store energy.

Gives me the creeps.

I feel like something's watching us.

I feel it, too, Captain.

A physiological symptom
of latent primal superstition,

the fear of primitive people confronting
something unknown to them.

Compared to the beings
that built this ship,

we are primitive people,
even you, Mr. Spock.

All right, let's keep going.

Tricorder analysis, Mr. Spock.

Artificial gravity
is in effect here, Captain.

Both air and gravity
within two points of Earth normal.

Enterprise, do you read me?

- Sulu?
- No use, Captain.

Some sort of interference
has been set up.

We can cut our way out of here.

No energy registering.

- Something's drained them.
- You mean we're trapped here?

- No communication, nothing?
- For the moment.

This is...
Was the control center of the starship.

These must be control
and navigational instruments.

The source of the interference
is here, Captain.

It's not part of the normal equipment.

It's like something they jury-rigged
during an emergency.

Something to shield this room.
But shield it from what?

Possibly from whatever had come
aboard their ship.

But nothing, no form of life could survive
300 million years.

Quite right, Mr. Scott.
No known form of life.

Jim, the door.

Something is trying to get in.

The field of interference is reacting
against the magnetic flux lines, Captain.

- Will it hold?
- Lf the energy stays at that level.

- What is it?
- I'm not sure, but I think...

It could be a ship's log or a warning.

It seems to keep repeating.

A message from 300 million years ago?

It is possible that this much
of their technology survived.

- Anything?
- I may be able to get a translation.

- Hurry up, Spock.
- Patience, Doctor.

Danger. Danger.

The dead star, we are being drawn to it.

Rather than carry this
malevolent life form to other worlds,

we have decided
to destroy our own ship.

There is no other answer.

If you understand this message,

you are protected only for this moment

in this room.

This thing it wants...

Get out of here! Hurry!

Located them right after
that explosion, Mr. Sulu.

We're locked on
and beaming them aboard.

Good work, Mr. Kyle.

I thought we lost them
when we were cut off so long.

Piece of cake, sir.

Here they come now.

Captain, something beamed aboard
with you.

Transport it back out.

Status?

Sickbay reports no injuries to crew, sir.

No damage to hull or engines, Captain.

Automatic bridge defense system on
and prepared, sir.

So, we're all just fine,

but whatever was on that ship
used our transporter beam

to come aboard with us,
and now it's here.

That alien commander, sir.

The message said that
they had to destroy their own ship.

Until we learn more about it, Scotty,

perhaps we should be ready
to do the same.

Take two of your men

and arm the self-destruct device
in the Engineering core.

- Aye, sir.
- Mr. Spock,

any change in ship's readings?

We're registering a slightly
higher than normal magnetic flux.

Not dangerous,
but the level isn't constant.

It seems to fluctuate,
a steady, almost pulsing rhythm.

Like the beating of a heart.

Bridge, Lieutenant...

What?

Captain, Decks 5 and 6 report shutdown
of all life-support systems.

They've gone to life-support belts,
manual override is not responding.

Trouble in the Engineering core, sir.

Bridge to Sickbay.

Bones, get down
to the Engineering core on the double!

Get on those life-support systems now!

The force field of his belt
won't hold that weight for long, Jim.

Override systems, Mr. Spock.
Open the core hatch.

It's no use, sir.
The mechanism is frozen.

They've already tried.

Something's jammed the circuits.
They're magnetized.

All right, get the cutter beams
on that hatch.

- Move!
- Yes, sir.

I thank you, sir.

Bridge to Captain Kirk.

Something's activating
the ship's phaser banks.

They're locking on the alien starship.

Phaser banks were off, Captain.
They activated themselves.

- And mutual override did not work?
- No, sir.

Exactly like the Engineering controls

and the life-support systems
on Decks 5 and 6.

Sir, we cannot get into the core.

- The cutter beams.
- Drained of all energy, sir.

Sir, Cargo Holds 3, 4 and 5
just shut down life-support systems.

Power out on all but key levels, Captain.

High magnetic flux reading.

Captain Kirk, the ship's computers.

Something's going
through every storage bank.

It seems to be taking control
of the whole ship.

Spock, can you rig
a low-frequency shield

like the one on the alien ship,
on our navigation console?

- It would have a very small field.
- Do it.

It's activated, Captain,
but only an area three meters square.

Do you get a
magnetic flux reading there now?

Negative, Captain.

Jim, you don't think
that's going to help us?

Whatever that thing is,
it survived millennia in a dead hulk.

All it has to do here
is outlast us and just take over.

No. It must be held
by the magnetic force of the dead star,

and it needs a starship to break free
and a crew to man it.

You are correct, Captain James T. Kirk,

and I have the starship I've waited
for so long,

so terribly long.

It has absorbed the memory banks,
Captain, all of them.

You will now remove the static shield

from the navigation console,
Captain James T. Kirk.

You have shut down
life-support systems

and endangered members of my crew.

Restore those systems first.

All nonessential systems
are extinguished.

You will obey me.

And if I refuse?

Obey me!

Captain!

Obey me!

Stop! You'll hurt him!

Remove the static shield
from the warp drive controls! Do it now!

No, Captain!

I'll obey! Let him go!

Repair the warp drive controls!
Obey me!

Mr. Scott, start repairs.

- Install the auxiliary controls.
- Aye, Captain.

I'm all right, Captain.

What are we dealing with, Spock?

High rank probabilities, Captain.

It is a magnetic organism without mass,

but capable of symbiotic relationship
with a host body,

a starship, for instance.

It is a form of primal energy,

and it can utilize the
electronic control systems of a starship

like the mind of a man

uses the neural control systems
of the human body.

It has become the Enterprise,

and we are only life-support organisms
in its body

like the white corpuscles
in human blood,

and, Captain,
the magnetic flux readings are higher.

It is growing stronger, building itself.

A slingshot effect
to yank us out of orbit.

Can you compute it in your mind?

- Lf we try to use ship's computers...
- The alien will know.

I believe I can, Captain.

I will need to aid Mr. Scott.

The engineer will need aid
from my first officer to complete repairs.

Is that permitted?

Is that permitted?

I guess it is.

You will leave this orbit and plot course

to galactic coordinates 036.231.

- That's the heart of the galaxy, Captain.
- Plot the course, Mr. Sulu.

Captain, this symbiont
can reproduce itself by mitosis

and take over every starship
we encounter.

It can control computer centers,
whole planets.

I'm aware of that, Mr. Spock.

Complete repairs! Obey me!

Auxiliary controls
ready to activate, Captain.

The auxiliary warp drive controls
can only be operated manually.

That is correct.

You will activate the manual controls.
Obey!

Controls activated.

Captain, we're dropping out of orbit!

We're falling into the dead sun.

Apply full power! Obey me!

No! Accelerate! Do not destroy the ship!

Obey me! Obey! Obey!

Standby to activate warp drive unit!

No! Don't!

Activate warp drive!

Activated, Captain!

Please... Don't!

- Is it gone?
- Affirmative.

It fled the ship when it thought
we would crash into the dead star.

Don't leave me alone.

Please, please.

So lonely.

Captain's Log, Stardate 5221.8.

Final entry. Resuming outward course
beyond the farthest star of our galaxy.

Mission, starcharting.