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KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5818.4.

A plague is devastating a planet

in the quadrant where the Enterprise
is operating at present.

It threatens to destroy
the vegetation on the planet,

leaving it uninhabitable.

We are proceeding at top warp speed
to the planet Ardana,

where the only known source
of zenite exists.

It is the one substance
that can halt the plague.

Captain, the high adviser of Ardana
is ready to receive you on Stratos, sir.

Stratos? That's their cloud city, isn't it?

- It is.
- There must be some mistake.

Have you the coordinates
to the mine entrance?

They've been provided
to the transport officer,

along with those of the
council chamber of the high adviser.

- Kirk to transporter room.
- SCOTT: Ready to transport.

Are you locked in on the
mine entrance or on their cloud city?

The mine entrance
is what you ordered.

Right. Uhura, tell the high adviser

to dispense with the welcoming
ceremonies due to the emergency

and we're beaming to
the mine entrance

in order to ensure the fastest possible
delivery of the zenite.

Mr. Spock, come with me.

Tell them that
we appreciate the honor

and that we look forward
to some visit in the future.

Stratos, Captain,
a city actually floating in the sky.

Looks as tranquil as its reputation.

It is a most interesting metropolis.

Have you ever visited?

Once. I didn't have time
to look around.

I haven't. However, I hear
its art forms are incomparable.

Art is the chief occupation.

It is a totally intellectual society.

All forms of violence
have been eliminated.

There's the mine entrance.
The zenite should have been there.

The miners were supposed to have
made delivery when we beamed down.

Perhaps there is another entrance,
Captain.

It would seem the Troglytes have
changed their minds about delivery.

KIRK:
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.

- What's the meaning of this attack?
- Interference breeds attack. Come on.

We're here by permission
on an emergency mission.

Move on, Captain.

Troglytes, halt!

Surrender or we'll fire!

- Are you harmed?
- No, just a little shaken up.

I am Plasus,
high advisor of the council.

- Captain Kirk, Enterprise. Mr. Spock.
- Greetings, Mr. Advisor.

My regrets for the
unpleasant welcome.

It was rather warm.

Violence is habitual
with the Troglytes.

I assure you,
this insult will not go unpunished.

I'm more concerned with the zenite.
Why wasn't it in its location?

The Disrupters have confiscated it.
I knew they would.

The Disruptors? Who are they?

A small group of Troglyte malcontents.

Other Troglytes
are dominated by them.

The Disruptors have refused
to continue mining for zenite.

They agreed to deliver.
You assured us.

They agreed, as a ruse,
to get valuable hostages.

Hostages? For what purpose?

To force the council
to meet their demands.

Organize a search party immediately
and find the zenite consignment.

Meanwhile, I suggest that
you and First Officer Spock

be our guests on Stratos.

Very well. I do hope the search
will be brief, Mr. Advisor.

We'll do everything possible
to make it so. Come, gentlemen.

Remarkable.

The finest example of sustained
anti-gravity elevation I've seen.

The sentinel told me of our guests.
I came to extend greetings.

A most gracious act.

One of our planet's
most incomparable works of art.

My daughter Droxine.
Captain James Kirk.

- A pleasure.
- Indeed, yes, Captain.

And First Officer Spock.

I have never before met a Vulcan, sir.

Nor I a work of art, madam.

Come, there is much to see in our city.

This is our council gallery.
It is open to all city dwellers.

We have some of the finest
of our art forms assembled here

for the viewing and contemplation of...

- Disruptors again!
- They're despoiling the whole city.

Despoil? For what purpose?

By keeping us in turmoil, they hope to
force us to accede to their demands.

- What are they?
- Completely unreasonable.

Nothing to concern you.

It can't interfere
with the delivery of zenite to Merak II.

Mr. Advisor, the plant life is the source
of oxygen on that planet.

If all plant life is destroyed,
the humanoid life will follow.

I assure you
you will get what you came for.

I hope so.
Ardana is a Federation member.

It is your responsibility
that nothing interferes

with your obligation to the Federation.

We accept the responsibility.

But why do they destroy art forms?
That is a loss to everyone.

Art means nothing to the Disruptors.
This is the only form they understand.

The disturbances accompanying
your arrival have been wearying.

- No doubt you would like to rest.
- That would be most welcome.

Chambers have been prepared.
A sentinel will guide you to them.

I'm sorry they were so poorly treated
on their first visit to our planet.

It's fortunate
they were not seriously hurt.

That would have been dreadful.

Further violence could create difficulties
between Ardana and the Federation.

The Disruptors must be mad to attack
two such charming strangers.

They grow more daring
and determined every day.

Now they seek
to find allies in the galaxy.

Do you think that Captain Kirk
and his very attractive officer

will feel we're responsible
for their injuries?

And I thought you were worried
about our diplomatic relations.

Apologies, but this Troglyte
was apprehended leaving the city.

We thought
you would want to question him.

Remove his shields.

What is your business in Stratos?

- Speak! I command you.
- My business is to repair.

- Repair what?
- There are damaged entrance panels.

Indeed. Then you must have
a repair permit. Where is it?

- It was forgotten.
- And you forgot your transport card?

It was lost when
your sentinels attacked.

And where was
your cavern implement lost?

- Could this perhaps be it?
- I came to make repairs.

You shall make them, by giving us
the names of the Disruptors.

- I know nothing.
- I advise you increase your knowledge.

That is not possible for a Troglyte.

The Stratos city dwellers have said it.

Secure him to the rostrum.

How unfortunate. How unfortunate.

SPOCK: This troubled planet
is a place of violent contrasts.

Those who receive
the rewards are separated

from those who shoulder the burdens.

It is not a wise leadership.

Here on Stratos, everything is
incomparably beautiful and pleasant.

The high advisor's charming daughter,
Droxine, particularly so.

The name Droxine
seems appropriate for her.

I wonder, can she retain such purity
and sweetness of mind

and be aware of the life of the people
on the surface of the planet?

There, the harsh life in the mines, is
instilling the people with a bitter hatred.

The young girl who led the attack
against us when we beamed down

was filled with
the violence of desperation.

If the lovely Droxine knew
of the young miners' misery,

I wonder how the knowledge
would affect her.

Mr. Spock, I thought you accompanied
Captain Kirk to the rest chamber.

- Your movements awakened me.
- My apologies.

I did not realize they would disturb you.

Only Vulcan ears
would find the noise discernible.

It seems that Vulcans are
fascinatingly different, in many ways.

The same may be said
of Stratos' inhabitants.

Vulcan eyes are very discerning, too.

I hear that, intellectually,

Vulcans are as highly evolved
as Stratos city dwellers.

We do pride ourselves on our logic.

You again!

You sleep lightly, Captain.

Yes, duty is a good teacher.

I see you've changed your dressmaker.

Release me.

So you can attack me again?
That would be foolish.

Call the guards
if you're afraid, Captain.

I'm not afraid.

In fact, I find this rather enjoyable.

I do not!

All right, I'll make a deal with you.

You answer some questions
and I'll let you up.

What questions?

Your word first.

I will answer.

You only take a mate
once every seven years?

The seven-year cycle
is biologically inherent in all Vulcans.

At that time, the mating drive
outweighs all other motivations.

And is there nothing
that can disturb that cycle, Mr. Spock?

Extreme feminine beauty...

...is always disturbing, madam.

KIRK:
Spock?

- I did not come here to kill you.
- Then why this?

To take you hostage.

Am I intruding, Captain?

Vanna. Why have you come here?

To welcome our guests,
as I was taught to do

when I served in
your father's household.

- Has she injured you?
- Not at all.

In fact, her visit was quite enlightening.

The Troglytes
are under the impression

the Enterprise is here
to intimidate them.

- Send a sentinel to the rest chamber.
- It is not impression. It is the truth.

We're here to get zenite and that's it.

Starships do not transport cargo.

In emergencies, they do anything
and this plague is an emergency.

Lies will not keep the Troglytes in
caverns and neither will a starship.

You talk like a Disruptor, Vanna.

I speak for my people. They have
as much right to the clouds as you.

The Stratos is for advisors and studiers.
What would Troglytes do here?

Live. In the sunlight and warmth,
as everyone should.

The caverns are warm and your eyes
are not accustomed to light.

Just as your minds
are not accustomed to logic.

Unaccustomed to light and warmth?

That's necessary to all humanoids.
Surely you don't deny it to Troglytes.

The Troglytes are workers, Captain.
Surely you must be aware of that.

They mine zenite for shipment,
till the soil.

Those things cannot be done here.

They perform the physical toil
to maintain Stratos.

- That is their function in our society.
- But they don't share its advantages.

How can they share
what they do not understand?

They can be taught, especially
in a society that is enlightened.

The separation of toil and leisure
has given Ardana

this perfectly balanced social system.
Why should we change it?

The surface of the planet
is almost unendurable.

To restrict a segment of the population
to such hardship is unthinkable.

The surface is marred by violence.
Like the Troglytes.

Here on Stratos, we have
completely eliminated violence.

You refuse to disclose the names
of other Disruptors?

There are no Disruptors.

Very well. If you prefer the rays...

Troglyte is an abbreviation
of an ancient Earth term, Captain.

Its technical translation
is cave dweller.

Yes. I should have realized.

[SCREAM]

Mr. Advisor!

You were going to question Vanna,
not torture her.

She is stubborn,
and as you pointed out,

the search for your zenite
must be short.

Surely there are better methods.

Physical discomfort is persuasive.

Yes, but I won't stand by
while someone is tortured.

Is it preferable to spare Vanna and
allow an entire planet to be destroyed?

Violence in reality is different
from theory, is it not?

But what else
can they understand, Mr. Spock?

All the little things you and
I understand and expect from life,

such as equality, kindness, justice.

They are not Stratos dwellers. They're
a conglomerate of inferior species.

Abstract concepts
of an intellectual society

are beyond their comprehension.

Abstract concepts of loyalty
and leadership seem clear to Vanna.

A few Troglytes are retainers.
Vanna was one, as are the sentinels.

- They receive more training.
- But no more consideration.

I fail to see the purpose
of this continued criticism.

The only way you'll use that device
again is on one of us.

[CHUCKLES] An imposing display
of primitive gallantry.

You realize the sentinels
could remove you?

Of course, but Starfleet Command
won't take kindly to having either rays

or physical force used
against one of its personnel.

Why are you so concerned
with this Disruptor's well-being?

Beyond humanitarianism,
my orders are to get that zenite.

- Stop interfering and I'll get it.
- You won't get it through torture!

We will get it for you in our own way.

Remove the prisoner
to confinement quarters.

You will return to your ship at once
or I shall contact Starfleet Command

and report your interference
with this planet's government.

Kirk to Enterprise.

SCOTTY [ON RADIO]:
Enterprise.

- Mr. Scott, we're ready to beam up.
- Aye, sir.

If Captain Kirk appears again, kill him.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5819.0.

Eight hours have passed
since the zenite disappeared

and we've found no trace of it.

We received word from Merak II
that the plague is spreading rapidly.

Delivery of the zenite
is imperative within 12 hours

or life will be annihilated.

Advise Starfleet Command that
the zenite has not been delivered.

Plasus' method of accomplishing
delivery will not succeed.

If it is not delivered, I shall violate
Plasus' order of non-interference

and win the confidence
of the Troglyte leader with reason.

Not easy. Medical analysis indicates
Troglytes are mentally inferior.

Impossible. Troglytes have accepted
personal sacrifice, a common cause.

Inferior beings aren't capable of that.

I checked my findings thoroughly.

Their intellect readings
are 20% below average.

They're the same species.
Those on Stratos

and those below all originated
on the planet.

Their evolution must be similar.
That is basic biological law.

That's true, but the ancestors
of those who live on Stratos

removed themselves from the mines.

They avoided the effects
of natural growths.

- Natural growths? What kind?
- I had this zenite sample sent up.

Unsealed, it would have had
detrimental effects here.

Incredible. Zenite is shipped wherever
there is danger of plant bacteria.

- No side effects have been reported.
- There are none after it's refined.

But in its raw state,
it emits an odourless, invisible gas

that retards the functioning of the mind
and heightens the emotion.

Therefore, it releases
a violent reaction.

And the mines are full of that gas.

Right. And Troglytes
are constantly exposed to it.

Bones, the Disruptors, Vanna.
It seems impossible.

They've outwitted
a scientific culture for months.

As part of Stratos, Vanna was removed
from exposure for a long period.

It is likely that without exposure,
the effect wears off.

Right. The Disruptors were probably
removed from the exposure.

- Does the brain return to normal?
- It should.

Can you neutralize the gas?

- No, but a filter mask works.
- Find one. Go to the transporter room.

This mask automatically eliminates
all substance injurious to human life.

We've used filter masks frequently.

Do you expect me to believe a mask
can achieve equality for the Troglytes?

The effect of the gas is temporary,
even after repeated exposure.

How can a filter accomplish
what centuries of evolution

have failed to do?

Dr. McCoy has analyzed the zenite.

We've checked his findings
through the computer.

Do your computers explain how my
ancestors, who also dwelt in caverns,

evolved sufficiently to erect Stratos,
while the Troglytes did not?

Unequal evolution did not begin

until after your ancestors removed
themselves from exposure to the gas.

Preposterous.

There's no time to argue.
I propose to tell Vanna.

I doubt even Vanna will believe
such nonsense.

This nonsense means
a great deal to the Troglytes.

I would like to offer them the
filter masks in exchange for the zenite.

I'm sorry. Such an offer could only
cause more unrest among them.

I cannot allow it
until we check the findings.

- That could take days.
- Are you afraid the masks will work?

You are here to complete an
emergency mission, not conduct tests.

I'm here to get zenite.
If these help, I'll use them.

I forbid it. Your Federation orders
do not entitle you

to defy local governments.

This communication has ended.

My diplomacy
is somewhat inadequate.

- Hard to overcome prejudice.
- It doesn't give us much choice.

Nor time. We have ten hours and 40
minutes to deliver that consignment.

Beam me down to Vanna's quarters.

You're going against
government orders?

If Vanna has nothing to gain
for her people,

she'll die rather than turn over
that zenite consignment.

If you are apprehended
violating the high advisor's orders,

he will be within his rights
to execute you.

If you suggest that you contact Vanna,
the answer's no. That goes for you too.

A first officer is more expendable
than either a doctor or a captain.

Yes, but this is unofficial.

Nobody's to have any part in it,
but myself. That's an order.

You have the conn.
Stand by till I contact you.

Vanna... I've brought you a gift.

There's a dangerous gas in the mines

that affects the
development of Troglytes

exposed to it for a period of time.

This mask will prevent
any further damage.

- Gas from zenite?
- Yes.

It's hard to believe that something
neither seen nor felt can do harm.

True, but an idea can't be seen or felt.

That's kept the Troglytes in the mines
for centuries. A mistaken idea.

Would all the Troglytes
wear these masks?

Yes. I'll see to it that Federation
engineers construct them.

- Suppose Plasus does not agree?
- He is not the whole government.

That is true, but the city council
will not listen to Troglytes.

As soon as the zenite is delivered
to Merak II, I'll come back.

I'll request permission to mediate
for the Troglytes. Vanna.

You must trust me.

I give you my word.

Centuries ago,
Stratos was built by leaders

that said that all inhabitants
would live there.

- The Troglytes are still waiting.
- The zenite can be delivered in hours.

- You won't have long to wait.
- Hours can be centuries.

Just as words can be lies.

Vanna... you must trust me.

If you don't, millions of people will die.

Zenite is all that can save them.

The filter mask is all
that can save the Troglytes.

Trust me. Please.

Very well, Captain. I will trust you.

The consignment lies deep in the mines
in a place known only to Troglytes.

I cannot direct you.
I must take you there.

You asked for my trust, Captain.
Are you unwilling to give yours?

It's the sentinel with my refreshment.

Wait. We'll need a transport pass
to leave the city.

- Midro.
- Vanna.

- Anka.
- You have returned.

And I've brought with me a hostage.
Seize him!

- Why did you break our bargain?
- Did you really think I would trust you?

- I'm not such a fool.
- I trusted you.

You thought you would trick me with
talk of your filter and unseen gas.

I don't believe you
any more than Plasus.

Then you are a fool.
These masks will free you, as I said.

Our weapons are our freedom

and you've just furnished me
with two very valuable ones.

Yourself and this.

Holding me won't help.
My men will come for the zenite.

Without your communicator,
you will be hard to locate.

- They'll still come.
- Perhaps.

In the meantime,
a taste of our existence, Captain.

Dig as the Troglytes do.

Without that mask, I haven't...

With your bare hands, Captain.

SPOCK: Captain's log supplemental,
stardate 5819.3.

First Officer Spock reporting.

Captain Kirk beamed down to Stratos
to win the confidence of the Troglytes.

Unless he has made his escape
from Stratos to the mines,

his life is in danger
from the high advisor.

The captain has not informed us
of his progress.

For our part,
we must maintain silence.

We can be of no help
without jeopardizing his life.

You dig well, Captain. The unseen gas
doesn't seem to be harming you.

- Its effects take a while.
- Nevertheless, you won't need this.

Anka, deposit this
on the transport platform,

so Plasus will know we have something
more valuable to bargain with

than our mortaes and thongs.

You are clever, Vanna, very clever.

Searchers will be coming soon.

Go to other mines
and tell them to post watchers.

- What of him?
- I will see that he doesn't escape.

- If we kill him, there will be no need to.
- A dead hostage is of no value, Midro.

- Only the Troglytes will know.
- I brought him here.

I will say what is to be done.

You are not the only Disruptor.
I, too, can say.

Can you do nothing but argue?
The searchers will be here soon.

When Anka returns, we will all say.

Is that what you're bargaining for?
The right to kill everyone?

- Midro is a child.
- The masks can change that.

Return to the digging, Captain.

How long do you plan to keep me
here, providing Midro doesn't kill me?

Until we have help in the mines
and our homes are in the clouds.

That's quite a while.
Longer than I expected.

- We're sealed in.
- Completely.

But soon the atmosphere will go.
We'll die.

Die from something that can't
be seen? You astound me, Vanna.

Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise, come in.
Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise, come in.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Spock here. We've been trying
to make contact. Anything wrong?

Nothing. Are you locked in on me?

- Yes. Ready to beam up consignment.
- Circumstances dictate a variation.

Standing by for instructions.

Hold on these coordinates.

Locate the high advisor
and beam him here immediately.

Without advance communication.
Repeat.

Without advance communication.
Got that?

Instructions clear. I shall carry
them out immediately. Spock out.

You would seal Plasus here also?
For what purpose?

I'm preparing a demonstration.

On the effects of unbelieved gas.

Beam the high advisor down
without warning?

That's not an exact quote.
However, it does express the thought.

- I'd like to see the advisor's face.
- You will have that opportunity.

The captain did say immediately,
did he not?

That is an exact quote and I suggest
you handle the transporter yourself.

This could be a delicate problem
in transporting for us

and in diplomacy for the captain.

- Something's upsetting you.
- No, Father.

- What is it? Tell me.
- Really, I'm not upset.

I was just looking into space and
wondering whether he would return.

He will never return. I have seen to it.

But the zenite is so important to him.
He must have it.

It will be delivered
if we have to kill every Troglyte below.

By that time, it may be too late.
Perhaps he does have a method...

He knows nothing, except how to
destroy our power and our society.

I forbid you ever to speak
of Captain Kirk, or to think of him.

SCOTT [OVER INTERCOM]:
Transporter room to Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

I've locked into the coordinates.
Ready to transport the high advisor.

- You'll have to delay.
- What's wrong?

Picking up two life-forms in the gallery.
They're inseparably close.

We cannot transport one
without the other.

Did you say the word "immediately"
was an exact quote of the order?

- Precisely, Mr. Scott.
- Are we going to do anything about it?

Until the high advisor is alone or can be
isolated, the captain will have to wait.

Unless you have an alternative.

I'll give it further thought.

I wasn't thinking of Captain Kirk.

It's the one with
those exquisitely-shaped ears.

His name is Spock.
He's the one I was thinking about.

Did you know that he has the most
incredibly sensitive hearing?

Why, I almost believe that
if I stood here and called out to him,

he would hear my invitation to come and
visit with us for a little while longer.

He's no better than his friend.

Shall we try?

- What is it?
- Vanna has disappeared.

Her guard was found unconscious.

- He'd been attacked by Kirk.
- Where is Kirk?

He did not know.
He just regained his senses.

This is the reason
they use to persuade us.

- They are desperate.
- I will hear no more defense of them.

I'm sure Mr. Spock
would not behave so.

Leave here at once. Go to your music.

Father, are we so sure of our methods
that we never question what we do?

Spock to transporter room.
Lock in on council gallery coordinates.

- Locked in, sir.
- Energize.

Energizing.

- How are you doing, Mr. Scott?
- Fine.

The high advisor's materializing
on the platform.

- Beam him down to Captain Kirk.
- Energizing, sir.

- He's on his way to the captain.
- Good work, Mr. Scott.

The advisor looked angry. I hope
he doesn't give the captain trouble.

The captain will employ
his usual diplomatic balm.

Abduction of a planet official is
a serious crime. You will pay for this.

Not until you're convinced
of the effects of zenite gas.

What effects?
I've been here nearly an hour!

You and Vanna even longer!
I see no changes in any of us!

Perhaps you need closer exposure.
Fill that container.

Are you suggesting that I dig zenite?

- I insist.
- You will indeed pay for this.

You, too, Vanna.

You, too! Dig!

[COMMUNICATOR BLEEPS]

Kirk here. What is it?

Contact check. It has been an hour
since you communicated.

Your orders are to stand by.
Now, carry them out. Kirk out.

Standing by. However, let me remind
you we have only five hours left.

- That is very unlike the captain.
- Can the zenite be affecting him?

I grow faint. The oxygen is going.

She's right.
Kirk, transport us out of here.

We'll leave when the gas has effect.

It will never take effect.
Transport us out of here!

- Dig!
- Imbecile. We'll die!

I said dig!

I am high advisor of all the planet.
I will take no more orders!

- One more step and I'll kill you.
- The gas.

Captain, you were right. It's taking
effect. Captain, you were right.

Are you as brave with mortae
as you are with a phaser?

Both will kill.

Enterprise! Enterprise, help!

- Enterprise!
- Enterprise. Spock here.

They'll kill each other.
Help us. Help us!

Enterprise! Enterprise!

The zenite gas has affected you.
Captain!

The zenite gas!

Zenite gas.

- Look out, Jim!
- Captain!

Well...

it seems my little demonstration
was... quite a success.

I don't like filters, or even masks.

I like the word "protector"
much better, don't you?

It is less technical,
therefore less accurate.

But perhaps more
descriptive of the function.

It appears you have
what you came for after all.

The captain will have his zenite
just as I agreed.

There's no such word
in the Troglyte vocabulary.

The captain will have his zenite.

No thanks to an agreement by you.
It had to be obtained by force.

It is the only way we can obtain
what is due us.

And your education?
Was that by force?

It served your purpose at the time.

For all the good
those filters will do you.

They will be very effective, sir.

Troglytes will no longer suffer from
retardation and emotional difficulties.

They will all be like her --
ungrateful, vindictive.

Yes. Our demands have just begun.

Here is the zenite, Captain.

- Just as I promised.
- Thank you, Vanna.

Stratos is so pleasant
and so beautiful.

I think I'm afraid to leave it.

There is great beauty in the knowledge
that lies below.

And only one way to
really experience it.

I shall go to the mines.

I no longer wish
to be limited to the clouds.

Is... your planet like this one?

No.

No, Vulcan is quite different.

Some day I should like to visit it.

Perhaps a form of mediation
can be helpful in your difficulties.

The Federation Bureau of
Industrialization may be of aid to you.

I will tolerate no interference! You will
not set foot here as long as I rule!

Believe me, I have neither
the time nor the desire to return.

Only answering your charges
will force me back.

I shall press them.
You are guilty of abduction!

You're guilty of attacking
a starship commander!

Captain, perhaps both incidents
are best forgotten.

Yes, Vanna.

They never happened, Mr. Advisor.

Let's get that zenite delivered.
I believe we only have three hours left.

Two hours, 59 minutes
to be exact, Captain.

Kirk to Enterprise. Kirk to Enterprise.

Mr. Scott, beam us up.