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KIRK: My name is Captain James Tiberius Kirk

of the United Federation of Planets.

I am appearing before you as a neutral representative

of the Fibonan Republic.

I bring you a message of goodwill

and present to you esteemed members of the Teenaxi Delegation,

a gift from the Fibonan High Council with the highest regard.

What's wrong with it?

Uh, excuse me?

Why don't they want it anymore?

Uh, well, this was once a piece of an ancient weapon,

and now they offer it as a symbol of...

Of peace.

In the Fibonan culture,

to surrender a weapon is an offer of truce.

How did they come by it?

They told me they acquired it a long time ago.

So they stole it, then.

No, they, um... Well, I don't know.

You don't know the Fibonans like we do!

(STAMMERS) Yeah, that's very true. Your Excellency, this gift...

They're a crowd of untrustworthy thieves

who want to see us murdered in our own beds!

This beloved artifact is a symbol of trust and peace.

They want to chop us into pieces and roast us over a fire!

No, no... I don't think that's true.

And eat us! (WHINING)

What?

(ROARS)

(TRILLING)

(KIRK GRUNTING)

(ALL TRILLING)

Scotty! Get me out of here!

- SCOTTY: That was quick. - Scotty!

(YELLING)

There's quite a bit of surface interference, sir.

(GRUNTING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

Scotty!

(KIRK PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

MAN: Get it off of me!

KIRK: (EXHALES) I ripped my shirt again.

How'd it go?

Captain, did you manage to broker a treaty with the Teenaxi?

Uh... Let's just say I came up short.

Will you, uh, log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you.

Jim, you look like crap.

Thank you, Bones.

You got that little vein popping out of your temple again. You okay?

Never better! Just another day in the fleet.

(BEEPING)

KIRK: Captain's Log, Stardate 2263.2.

Today is our 966th day in deep space,

a little under three years into our five-year mission.

The more time we spend out here,

the harder it is to tell where one day ends

and the next one begins.

It can be a challenge to feel grounded when even gravity is artificial.

But, well, we do what we can to make it feel like home.

The crew, as always, continues to act admirably

despite the rigors of our extended stay here in outer space.

And the personal sacrifices they have made.

We continue to search for new life forms

in order to establish firm diplomatic ties.

Our extended time in uncharted territory

has stretched the ship's mechanical capacities.

But fortunately our engineering department,

led by Mr. Scott, is more than up to the job.

The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has

definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics.

Some experiences for the better,

and some for the worse.

As for me, things have started to feel a little episodic.

The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering

what it is we're trying to accomplish.

If the universe is truly endless,

then are we not striving for something forever out of reach?

The Enterprise is scheduled for a reprovisioning stop at Yorktown,

the Federation's newest and most advanced starbase.

Perhaps a break from routine will offer up some respite

from the mysteries of the unknown.

Sorry I'm late.

Keenser's leaking some kind of highly acidic green goo,

and Scotty's terrified he's gonna sneeze on the warp core

- and kill us all. - (CHUCKLES)

What the hell are you drinking?

Uh, I'm pretty sure it's the rest of that Saurian brandy

we picked up on Thasus.

My God, man, are you trying to go blind?

That stuff's illegal.

Besides, I found this in Chekov's locker.

- Wow. - Right?

I mean, I always assumed he'd be

- a vodka man. - A vodka guy, exactly.

I wanted to have something appropriate for your birthday.

Uh, that's in a couple days. You know I don't care about that.

I know. I know you don't like celebrating it on the day

because it's also the day your pa bit the dust.

I was being sensitive.

Did they teach you about bedside manner in medical school?

It's just your southern charm.

(BOTH GULPING)

- Oh, yeah. That's good. - Ooh.

- Lordy! - (LAUGHS)

Are you gonna call your mom?

Yeah, of course. I'll call her on the day.

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

I'm one year older.

Yep, that's usually how it works.

A year older than he ever got to be.

He joined Starfleet because he...

He believed in it.

I joined on a dare.

You joined to see if you could live up to him.

Uh, you spent all this time trying to be George Kirk

and now you're wondering just what it means to be Jim.

Why you're out here.

To perfect eyesight and a full head of hair.

(COMMUNICATOR BEEPING)

Kirk here.

SULU: Captain, approaching Yorktown base.

I'm on my way, Mr. Sulu.

(SIGHS)

Let's keep this birthday thing under wraps, huh?

Yeah, you know me. Mr. Sensitive.

CHEKOV: Wow. That is impressive.

Aye, she's a beauty, isn't she?

What a damn monstrosity!

Couldn't we just rent some space on a planet?

Showing geographical favoritism among inducted Federation worlds

could cause diplomatic tension.

Oh, you don't think that looks tense?

Looks like a damn snow globe in space just waiting to break!

Oh, that's the spirit, Bones.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

Spock!

Do you have a moment?

Of course, Nyota.

I think you should have this back.

After all, it belonged to your mother.

It's not in the Vulcan custom

to receive again that which was given as a gift.

You guys break up?

What'd you do?

A typically reductive inquiry, Doctor.

You know, Spock, if an Earth girl says, uh, "It's me, not you,"

- it's definitely you. - (PATS SHOULDER)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

Excuse me. Commander Spock?

May we have a moment of your time?

CHEKOV: This is wonderful! You know I've never been here?

What I hear is that the bars here are excellent.

(CHUCKLES)

SULU: I'm so glad you guys could come.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention.

Live long and prosper.

VULCAN AMBASSADOR: Live long and prosper.

(TABLET CHIMES)

ALIEN TECH: IFF alert on incoming vessel.

Unidentified. Non-Federation.

Attention, unidentified vessel. You are not authorized for approach.

Power down and await instructions.

Unidentified vessel, please comply.

(KALARA SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SHOUTING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(KALARA CONTINUES SPEAKING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Speak normally.

UNIVERSAL TRANSLATOR: Language analysis complete.

FEMALE VOICE: Is this working?

We were on a science mission inside the nebula.

Our ship suffered a critical malfunction.

I took an escape pod

before the ship crash landed on a nearby planet.

We need a ship capable of navigating the nebula.

You must have someone

who can help us.

PARIS: We tracked her stranded ship to a sector of uncharted nebula,

here at 2-1 -0 mark 14.

- Uh, long-range scan? - No data.

The nebula is too dense. It's uncharted space.

Well, the Enterprise does have the best navigational system in the fleet.

She could handle it.

The only ship here with more advanced technology

is still under construction.

But it's not just the ship that I'm sending.

- I'll gather the crew. - Captain.

Starfleet command sent me your application

for the Vice Admiral position here at this installation.

Yes, ma'am. Um...

If I may, I would

recommend Commander Spock replace me as Captain of the Enterprise.

He is an exemplary Starfleet officer. He'd make a great captain.

It isn't uncommon, you know,

even for a captain,

to want to leave.

There is no relative direction in the vastness of space.

There is only yourself,

your ship, your crew.

It's easier than you think, to get lost.

- It's not about... - I'll bring it up with the General Council.

We'll discuss it when you return.

Ma'am.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Mr. Spock. - Captain.

- I was thinking... - Perhaps there...

- No, please. - Captain, after you.

I insist.

After this mission, we should, uh, sit down.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

I as well have something to share.

We make a good team. Right?

I believe we do.

(ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS)

I insist.

Lieutenant Uhura, open a ship-wide channel.

Yes, Captain.

Attention, crew of the Enterprise.

Our mission is straightforward.

Rescue a crew stranded on a planet in uncharted space.

Our trajectory will take us through an unstable nebula,

one which will disable all communications with Starfleet.

We're gonna be on our own.

The Enterprise has something no other ship in the fleet has,

you.

And as we've come to understand,

there is no such thing as the unknown,

only the temporarily hidden.

Kirk out.

Mmm. Readings indicate cloud density diminishing, sir.

FEMALE VOICE: This is Altamid. My ship is stranded here.

Approaching Altamid. Class-M planet.

Massive subterranean development.

But limited to no life forms on the surface.

Proximity alert, sir!

We have an unknown ship heading right for us.

- Lieutenant Uhura, hail them. - Yes, Captain.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

No response. I am picking up some kind of signal.

They're jamming us.

Magnify, Mr. Sulu.

What is this?

- Shields up! Red alert! - (ALARM BLARES)

Fire at will.

Sir, our phasers are having minimal effect

and our torpedos can't track their movements!

Fire everything we've got.

Captain, we are not equipped for this manner of engagement.

Shield frequencies have no effect, sir!

They took out the dish! Shields are inoperable!

- Warp us out of here, Mr. Sulu. - Yes, sir.

Why the hell aren't we moving?

I can't engage the warp drive, sir!

Scotty, I need warp now!

(PANTING)

I cannae, sir! The nacelles, they've...

They've gone!

Security, engage all emergency procedures.

Active protocol 28 Code One Alpha Zero.

- All personnel to alert stations. - (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Sir, I have hull breaches in levels 12 to 15,

6, 9, 31 and 21, sir.

Captain! There's a chance I can reroute the energy reserves

from the warp core to the impulse engines.

If we can get back into the nebula, maybe we could lose them.

Do whatever you have to, Scotty.

Wee man! Let's go.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

Fit the plasma conduits and stand by to reroute on my mark!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

- SPOCK: Captain. - Go, Spock.

I have identified the individual

who appears to be leading the attack party.

He infiltrated the archive vault

and removed the artifact from our mission on Teenax.

Hold your distance until...

Spock!

Spock!

You two, with me. Sulu, you have the Conn.

Yes, sir.

(CREWMAN BREATHING RAGGEDLY)

MCCOY: My God.

What the hell?

Doctor?

(MCCOY GASPS)

Doctor, we must evacuate now!

(STRAINING)

(KRALL BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(KIRK STRUGGLING)

Captain

Kirk.

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GRUNTING)

Yes! We are at 100% impulse.

Great work, Mr. Scott!

Maximum impulse towards the nebula.

- Aye. - (CREWMEN CLAMORING)

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ALL PANTING)

(MAN WHIMPERING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Kirk to Bridge.

(GROANS) We are losing the inertial dampeners!

Systems are failing ship-wide, Captain.

Emergency bulkheads are sealing,

but structural integrity is at 18% and falling, sir!

Abandon ship, Mr. Sulu.

Sound the alarm.

(ALARM WAILING)

FEMALE VOICE: (ON PA) Abandon ship. All personnel.

We need to give those pods a chance to escape.

Can you lead those ships away?

Impulse engines are still trying to draw power from the warp reserve.

We cannot move until the saucer is separated.

I'll handle it.

Aye-aye, sir.

FEMALE VOICE: (ON PA) Abandon ship. All personnel evacuate immediately.

- (CLANGING) - (MAN GRUNTS)

You okay? Oh, my God. Get him up. Help him up.

Got you.

We've got to get you guys to an escape pod. Go.

Go! Ensign Syl.

I need your help.

Yes, sir.

(GRUNTING)

My God.

Spock, they're taking the crew!

FEMALE VOICE: Abandon ship. All personnel evacuate immediately.

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

- (GROWLING) - (GRUNTING)

Are you okay?

The saucer should be free by now!

I know, Mr. Sulu. The Captain should be there!

(PANTING)

All personnel evacuate immediately.

(SNIFFS)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

(UHURA BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(GROANING)

(SIGHS)

Impulse engines drawing power from auxiliary generators.

(ALL GRUNTING)

CHEKOV: Captain!

KIRK: How many of the crew are still aboard the saucer?

None.

But if I'm reading this correctly,

the intruders are taking them.

CHEKOV: Captain, we are caught in the planet's gravity.

We cannot pull away.

Get to your Kelvin Pods.

- Yes, sir. - Aye, Captain.

Come on, let's go!

Let's go.

Come on.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTING)

KIRK: Chekov!

You knew. You knew we'd be attacked.

FEMALE VOICE: You don't understand.

CHEKOV: Captain! Captain Kirk!

(CHEKOV PANTS)

Yes. I lied.

Our ship was attacked.

Chekov, check the comms for survivors.

- Aye, Captain. - Who is he?

His name is Krall.

He took my crew. Like he took yours.

How did he know so much about the Enterprise?

All I know is that if I did this,

he would set them free.

Chekov, are you picking anything up on those scanners?

Nothing, sir.

- What if they... - No, no.

He was taking them.

We have to find that saucer.

Even minimal scanning systems will have more range than a tricorder.

Aye, Captain, it's possible.

Captain.

I was protecting my crew.

(CREWMEN PANTING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

What is your name?

How do you know our language?

I know your kind.

I am Lieutenant Nyota Uhura of the U.S.S. Enterprise.

And you have committed an act of war against the...

Federation!

Federation is an act of war.

You attacked us.

Your captain...

Why did you sacrifice yourself for him?

He would have done the same.

And if he made it off of that ship, he will come for us.

I am counting on it, Lieutenant Uhura.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALING)

I can't believe it.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

My God, Spock.

God...

Sit down over here.

Okay. Okay, sit. Easy.

Okay.

Now, just try and relax. You're gonna be okay.

The forced optimism in your voice suggests

that you are trying to elicit a sense of calm in order to...

I'll cut the horseshit.

Doctor, I fail to see how excrement of any kind

bears relevance on our current situation. (GRUNTS)

Whoa, whoa, what the hell are you doing?

We must keep moving, Doctor.

Spock, this thing's punctured your iliac region!

Time is a critical factor.

That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you.

Look, if I can't take this out, you're gonna die.

Okay? If I take it out and can't stop the bleeding, you're gonna die.

I can see no appeal in either option.

Believe it or not, neither can I.

So, if I remember correctly,

the Vulcans have their hearts where humans have their livers.

That is correct, Doctor.

That explains a thing or two.

You know, you're lucky. An inch to the left...

And you'd be dead already.

I just don't get it, Spock.

I mean, what did they attack us for?

I mean, they do all this for some

doodad that the tiny critters didn't want?

It is unwise to trivialize

that which one simply does not understand, Doctor.

We can safely assume it is more important than a doodad.

I think you just managed to insult me twice, Spock.

(DEVICE WHIRRING)

Okay.

All right, Spock, I just got one question.

- What's your favorite color? - I fail to see the relevance.

Ow! (SCREAMING)

Yeah. They say it hurts less if it's a surprise.

If I may adopt a parlance with which you are familiar,

I can confirm your theory to be horseshit.

(SHIPS HOVERING)

We got to get out of here.

Come on.

(PANTING)

- You're kidding me, aren't you? - (TWIG SNAPS)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Hello there.

My name is Montgomery Scott. And, uh, who might you be?

- (SOFT GROWL) - (SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Watch it, sonny.

I'm pretty handy when I want to be, all right?

(FEMALE VOICE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(CONVERSING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(METAL RINGS)

(ALIENS GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

- (SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE) - (SOFT GROWL)

(ALIEN GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(YELLS)

Don't come back! (CHUCKLES)

We certainly showed them, eh, lassie?

That's Starfleet property, okay. You cannae just take it.

Uh, but I'm feeling generous today, so have at it.

Where you get that?

- Is that English? - I learn it from my house.

- Where you get that? - It's my Starfleet insignia.

What does it mean?

Means that I'm an officer of Starfleet. Uh, engineering division.

- Engineering? - That's right. I fix things.

I know what is engineering.

You're not with those bastards that killed my ship, are you?

(SPITS)

I'll take that as a no.

(BLOWS)

He is Krall. Him and his

bees.

They search the stars for a death machine.

They're the reason why you here. Why we are all here.

Even those three scunners?

They have fallen from the sky, like me and you.

Come with me. Now!

Wait, no... Hang on a minute, lassie. I'm having a difficult day here.

I've got to find my crewmates.

I will help you find your mates.

And then you will help me.

With what?

You want me to fix something?

Yes. You help me, and I help you.

All right, well, things being as they are,

I doubt I'll get a better offer today, so, lead the way.

Good.

I am Jaylah.

- And you are Montgomery Scott. - Aye, Scotty.

Come now, Montgomery Scotty.

All right, hold up.

The Enterprise.

She may not even have power to the Bridge, Captain.

She still has a few tricks up her sleeve.

I'd bet on it.

McCoy to Enterprise. Come in.

McCoy to Enterprise.

Hey, take it easy there, Spock.

That was just a temporary fix back there.

I understand, Doctor. (GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Fascinating.

Ominous. Dark. Dangerous.

(SPOCK GROANS)

We're going in.

SPOCK: Intriguing. These symbols are the same as those

depicted on the artifact taken in the attack.

You think it came from here?

It would seem so.

(GROANING LOUDLY)

Damn it, Spock.

Easy. Easy.

- Hurry. - (SCOTTY GRUNTING)

- Are we there yet? - Stop asking that.

- Sorry. - This is the way. Come.

And watch your steps. You do not want to set off my traps.

Oh.

That's clever.

What is this place?

- This is my house. - Your house?

Hold on a minute. Is this a ship?

I help you find your friends and you help me fix it.

So I can leave this planet forever.

(STAMMERS) Wait a minute. Is this your ship?

No, Montgomery Scotty.

It's yours.

Oh, my good Lord.

(CHEKOV PANTING)

CHEKOV: Captain, it looks like there is power.

KIRK: All right, let's get to the Bridge and find the crew.

CHEKOV: The console is intact, Captain.

I will try to reroute power to it.

Work fast.

Once we get this place lit up, we're gonna draw a lot of attention.

- (CONSOLE POWERING UP) - (CHEKOV GRUNTS)

KIRK: What do you think, can you find them?

CHEKOV: Aye, Captain.

I am reconfiguring scanners to modulate for the crew's signals.

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

KIRK: You're with me. I left something behind.

(KEENSER SNEEZING)

(SYSTEM POWERING DOWN)

MALE ALIEN: That is one heck of a cold.

Nice job, Keenser.

All right, we got about 15 minutes until the next guard rotation. Come on.

(SOFTLY) Let's go. Come on.

(SCANNER BEEPING)

(WHISPERING) Come on.

This is the Magellan Probe.

The Federation was using these to find a way through the nebula.

What's he using it for?

What do you see?

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

He's been piggybacking the subspace links between the probes.

Can we use it to send a distress signal?

- I can try. - (CONSOLE BEEPING)

It's sent.

He's accessed the Yorktown database.

What?

He's got Starfleet data files, ship logs,

including the Enterprise.

He's been watching us this whole time.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(WEAPON POWERING UP)

(METAL CREAKING)

FEMALE VOICE: Captain,

the artifact was on the ship the whole time?

I couldn't afford to get caught with it, so I hid it in here.

(KIRK GROANS)

(WEAPON POWERING UP)

(SPEAKING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

FEMALE VOICE: Tell Krall I have the Abronath.

Do you believe every sad story you hear?

- Not every. - (WEAPON POWERING UP)

Put the phaser down.

Please.

- (EXHALES) - (WEAPON THUDDING)

You get it, Chekov?

Aye, Captain, I have traced the location of her call.

What does Krall want with this thing?

- (SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE) - FEMALE VOICE: To save you

from yourselves.

Captain!

(WEAPONS FIRING)

(CHEKOV SCREAMING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- You all right? - Aye, Captain,

but we are trapped!

(PANTING)

Can you get this thing started?

Are you intimating that we should engage the thrusters?

I am open to other suggestions.

- Okay. - (CONSOLE BEEPING)

- There is a problem. - What?

The fuel is primed, but I cannot get it to combust.

Oy, Captain, we are basically standing on a very large bomb.

If you miss the combustion compressor...

I'm not gonna miss, come on.

Do you even know what the combustion compressor looks like?

It's square, right?

No, sir, it's round.

That's what I said.

Run!

(WEAPONS FIRING)

Go!

Chekov!

Chekov! Move!

KRALL: You think you know

what sacrifice really means?

Federation has taught you that conflict should not exist.

Ha!

But without struggle,

you would never know who you truly are.

You have no idea who we are.

But you'll soon find out.

You mean the distress signal you thought you sent?

The coordinates were altered.

Your rescue ships will be stranded in the nebula

and your base left vulnerable.

You're going to attack Yorktown.

Millions of souls from every Federation world holding hands.

It's a perfect target.

You're wrong. There is strength in unity.

(SCOFFS)

The strength of others, Lieutenant,

is what has kept me alive.

No!

(SCREAMING)

MCCOY: Spock.

Spock, wake up, damn it!

I am entirely conscious, Doctor.

I'm simply contemplating the nature of mortality.

Feeling philosophical, huh?

(SIGHS) Massive blood loss will do that to you.

You asked me why Lieutenant Uhura and I parted ways.

I became concerned, in the light of Vulcan's demise,

that I owed a debt of duty to my species.

You thought you should be off making little Vulcans, huh?

Yeah, I can see how that would upset her.

I intended to discuss it with her further,

but I received some news which affected me unexpectedly.

What news?

Ambassador Spock has died.

Oh.

Spock, I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine what that must feel like.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

When you've lived as many lives as he,

fear of death is illogical.

Fear of death

is what keeps us alive.

I want to live as he did.

That is why I decided

to redirect my efforts and continue his work

on New Vulcan.

You're leaving Starfleet?

What did Jim have to say about that?

I could not find the time to tell him.

Well, I can tell you he's not gonna like that.

Hell, I don't know what he'd do without you.

I mean, me on the other hand, I'd throw a party, but...

(LAUGHING)

My God, you're getting delirious.

(GRUNTING)

How far are we from the coordinates of that call?

Still a ways, sir.

- Captain? - Yeah.

When did you begin to suspect her?

Not soon enough.

How did you know?

Well...

I guess you could say I've got a good nose for danger.

- (CHEKOV CHUCKLES) - (MACHINE BEEPING)

Run!

(MUSIC BLARING OVER SPEAKERS)

Is that music?

Where on earth is that coming from?

There.

I plugged the little box in the power cell

and the little mouths make it sing.

(LAUGHS) That's very clever.

Music's a bit old-fashioned for my taste,

not to mention very loud and distracting,

but, aye, well played.

I like the beats and shouting.

Oh, you do?

(ALARM RINGING FAINTLY)

- Switch it off. - Ach, you're okay.

- Switch it off! - (MUSIC STOPS)

(ALARM BLARING)

Someone set off one of my traps.

- (TWIG CRACKS) - Shh.

(WEAPON CHARGING)

Captain?

- You know these men? - Aye, lassie.

- That wee man there is Pavel Chekov. - Hello.

And that handsome bastard is James T. Kirk.

They're my mates.

It's good to see you, sir.

(GRUNTING)

What is she doing, Scotty?

Don't hurt them. No, don't!

Hit her!

(KIRK AND CHEKOV GRUNTING)

- You're free, James T. - There we go.

CHEKOV: Mr. Scott.

(PANTING)

Who's your new friend here?

She sure knows how to throw out a welcome mat.

- SCOTTY: This is Jaylah. - I do not know what is a welcome mat.

- You find anybody else? - SCOTTY: No, sir.

I'm sorry, you're the only ones.

What the hell happened up there, Jim? Why were we attacked?

They were after the artifact we brought back from Teenax.

- Did they get it? - No.

- Have you got it? - No.

I had to get it off the Enterprise, put it on a shuttle.

- You hid it in a shuttle. - Yes.

And no.

This is the U.S.S. Franklin, sir. Can you believe it?

First Earth ship capable of warp 4.

Went missing in the Gagarin Radiation Belt in the early 2160s.

KIRK: I remember that from the Academy.

Captain Balthazar Edison.

One of the first heroes of Starfleet.

How the hell did his ship end up here?

There's a lot of theories, sir.

Surrendered to the Romulans. Captured by a giant green space hand.

This far out, it's got to be a wormhole displacement.

Can she fly?

She's missing a few driver coils

and the EPS conduits are fried,

but Jaylah has done a marvelous job

of getting the ship's systems back online.

- Thank you, Montgomery Scotty. - Pardon me.

Mr. Chekov, can you plug in the coordinates.

See if you can track the crew's location from the ship's sensors.

Aye, Captain.

- (SOFTLY) He likes that seat. - KIRK: Mr. Scott.

- Tour. - Yes, the mess hall.

- Jaylah, if you will. - Yes.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

No clue what happened to the crew, huh?

No, sir. They'd be dead a hundred years by now.

Is that a...

That's a PX70!

(CHUCKLES)

Wow.

My dad used to have one when he was a kid.

My mom said he'd put her on the back of it, drive her nuts.

SCOTTY: Sir.

Um...

So you're telling me this thing's been here this whole time

and no one's ever noticed it?

SCOTTY: She's rigged up image refractors.

Here.

KIRK: So, like some sort of holographic camouflage.

SCOTTY: Aye, sir.

CHEKOV: Captain!

I have intercepted a weak communications transmission, sir.

It's a Starfleet frequency.

(STATIC)

KIRK: Can you lock on to the signal?

Yes, but how do we get to them?

I have an idea, sir.

But I'm gonna need your permission.

Why would you need my permission?

Because if I mess it up, I don't want it to be just my fault.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

McCoy and Spock to Enterprise crew. Come in, Enterprise crew.

Anyone.

Come on, Spock.

- Come on, you can make it. - (GRUNTS)

Leaving me behind will significantly increase

your chances of survival, Doctor.

Well, that's damn chivalrous of you,

but completely out of the question.

It is imperative that you locate any surviving crew.

And here I was thinking you cared.

(SHIPS APPROACHING)

Of course I care, Leonard.

I always assumed my respect for you was clear.

The dialogue we have had across the years has always...

It's okay, Spock.

You don't have to say it.

Well, at least I won't die alone.

Well, that's just typical.

Come on, you bastards!

(GASPS)

Oh.

Good to see you in one piece, Doctor.

Oh, am I?

I feel like my innards have been to a barn dance!

Aye, well, these old transporters were only ever used for cargo,

but a few modifications seem to do the trick.

I thought it best to beam you one at a time, though.

- You know, in case you got spliced. - Oh.

I couldn't imagine a worse scenario.

Good to have you back. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. He's hurt.

I am functioning adequately, Captain.

In a pig's eye, you are!

Captain, we discovered that the stolen artifact

appears to have come from this planet. (GROANS)

MCCOY: Damn it, Spock.

Are there any medical supplies on this thing?

This way.

All right. Lie down. Come on.

- (GROANING) - There you go.

How are we gonna get out of this one, Spock?

We've got no ship, no crew. Not the best odds.

We will do what we have always done, Jim.

We will find hope in the impossible.

Let's get you patched up first, okay?

No, Captain.

You must focus your efforts on helping the crew.

Well, that's why I need you around, Spock.

These things are from the dark ages.

(SPOCK EXHALES SHARPLY)

- Bones. - (GROANING)

- (COUGHS) - I'm pretty sure this is a protoplaser.

Should stop the internal hemorrhaging.

At least that's my hope.

"The miserable have no other medicine But only hope."

Death's door and he's quoting Shakespeare.

KIRK: (OVER SPEAKER) Captain's Log, Stardate 2262.18.

The mission, routine investigation...

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

KIRK: If the universe is truly endless...

What seemed so clear to me two years ago now seems,

well, far away.

You will tell me where it is!

Now!

(CREWMEN EXCLAIMING)

Stop! Stop!

Let him go and I will give you what you want!

No! Syl, don't!

(SULU GRUNTS)

Lieutenant, unity is not your strength.

It is your weakness.

We should wait until we're absolutely sure.

No, we have to get the crew back now.

Chekov has the coordinates that can lead us to Krall's base, so we go!

With respect, sir, how do we know that Krall was at the base

when she called him?

Even if he was, we don't know that the crew is even with him.

Or if they're even still alive.

Mr. Chekov, can you reconfigure the search parameters

in order to compensate for this formula?

(CLEARS THROAT) Aye, Commander, but what is this formula?

It is Vokaya, Mr. Chekov.

A mineral unique to Vulcan which emits low-level radiation.

I will have to filter out all other energy emissions.

Spock, what the hell would a Vulcan mineral be doing way out here?

Where are you going with this?

Lieutenant Uhura wears a Vokaya amulet

which I presented to her as a token of my affection and respect.

You gave your girlfriend radioactive jewelry?

SPOCK: The emission is harmless, Doctor.

But its unique signature makes it very easy to identify.

You gave your girlfriend a tracking device.

That was not my intention.

I'm glad he doesn't respect me.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Huh.

I am detecting a very trace amount of Vokaya.

Does the location match the coordinates

you acquired from Kalara, Mr. Chekov?

It is a match, sir.

Its presence suggests that Lieutenant Uhura and thereby the rest of the crew

are being held at Krall's base of operation.

Can you beam them out?

No, sir. There is some geological interference

that is blocking the transporter signal.

Well, I guess we're gonna have to go in

and break them out the old-fashioned way.

You cannot go to this place.

Everyone who goes there, he kills.

You've... You've been there? You've seen it?

Well, why didn't you say something, lassie?

Because I know you will ask me to take you there.

If your friends are there, then they will die, just like my family.

And I will not go back to that death place!

Aye, but if you've escaped,

then you can show us the way in and the way out.

No! This is not the deal we made, Montgomery Scotty.

If you choose to do this, you are on your own.

Wait.

Let her go.

She's lost people, too, Captain.

Look, that's our friends out there, lassie. Right?

We cannae just leave them behind.

Now, we could really use your help. (STAMMERS)

We just need you to be brave, is all.

When we were in that place,

Krall would come and take someone.

There were screams.

I can still hear them.

And we would not see that person again.

We did not know who would be next.

My father planned an escape.

But we were seen by the one they call Manas.

My father fought him so I could get out.

He was brave and Manas killed him.

What you want is impossible.

Look, maybe it's not.

Right. My wee granny used to say, "Ya cannae break a stick in a bundle."

You're part of something bigger now, lassie.

Right? Dinnae give up on that.

'Cause we'll sure as hell never give up on you.

That is what being part of a crew is all about.

Is that what you believe in, James T.?

All I know is we stand a better chance with you.

The digging machines uncovered a tunnel that goes into the crater.

That's how I got out.

So that'll be our way in.

An away team will beam to the other side of the tunnel,

follow it to Krall's base,

get inside the building and break out the crew.

Uh, Captain, we cannot lock onto anyone inside the crater

in order to beam them out.

Oh, I could rig up pulse beacons as pattern enhancers.

That'd get the signal out of the crater.

- All right. - How many people can

the Franklin transport at a time?

Uh, with a wee bit of modification, 20 max,

but I'm not sure how long it would hold out.

Bones, Mr. Chekov, Jaylah,

you're with me on the away team.

Mr. Scott, modify that transporter

and then do everything you can to get this ship operational.

Captain, Mr. Chekov's technical acumen

makes him more valuable aboard the Franklin with Mr. Scott.

It is thereby logical that I would replace him.

Why is that logical, Spock?

You just got back on your feet.

Lieutenant Uhura is in that facility, Jim.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Understood.

But his soldiers are everywhere.

We won't pass unseen.

What we require is a diversion.

I think I have an idea.

This is Abronath.

It was used by the Ancient Ones as a weapon.

But when they could not control its deadly power,

they split it into two

and ejected the halves into space,

hoping it would be lost forever.

(ALL GASP)

But I am grateful.

I have spent lifetimes searching for it,

only to have you

find it for me.

(DOOR OPENS)

The poetry of fate.

The world that I was born into

is very different from yours, Lieutenant.

We knew pain. We knew terror.

Struggle made us strong.

Not peace. Not unity.

These are myths the Federation would have you believe.

Those are strong words.

You might even believe them,

but there's something else going on with you.

Something underneath.

Uhura!

(PANTS)

Wait.

What are you doing with her?

You already got what you wanted! Let her go!

Syl!

SYL: No, please!

UHURA: Let her go!

(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

KRALL: Manas, it's time.

The Federation has pushed the frontier for centuries.

But no longer.

This is where it begins, Lieutenant.

This is where the frontier pushes back.

This way.

(GRUNTS)

Where is she?

I've got to admit, that's a hell of a distraction.

Your friends are over there.

Come on.

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Go!

(GRUNTS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Commander. Uhura, they took her.

Get the remainder of the crew to safety.

Come on, let's go! Move!

- Stay in the circle. - Come on! Hurry!

CHEKOV: I've got them, Mr. Scott!

Okay, Mr. Chekov, increase the signal.

We're gonna grab them 20 at a time.

- Aye. - Let's hope this doesn't get messy.

Energize!

- (GRUNTING) - (GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

Spock.

What are you doing here?

Clearly, I am here to rescue you.

Let's go.

(LAUGHING)

Good to see you, wee man.

(YELLS)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SCREAMS)

Ten seconds until the transporter's recharged, Doctor.

- Wait for my signal. - Doctor!

Damn it, man, we're not leaving without them!

Come on. Let's go. Move!

Let's go! Come on!

SCOTTY: We're ready for you next, Captain. Just turn on your beacon.

Scotty, do you have everybody?

Aye, sir. Everyone except you and Jaylah.

Hit the beacon and we'll grab you.

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Captain, your beacon!

(ENGINE REVVING)

- There it is! - Energize.

Jaylah, now!

(KIRK YELLS)

(BOTH GROANING)

Okay...

Let's never do that again.

I agree, James T.

SULU: You all right?

Captain! This thing he has...

Yorktown. He's gonna destroy Yorktown.

JAYLAH: You take my house

and you make it fly.

Scotty, can you get this thing started?

SCOTTY: Started, yes. Flying, sir, that's a different thing.

These old vessels, they were built in space.

They were never supposed to take off from atmosphere.

Make it happen.

SCOTTY: They're called starships for a reason, Captain.

You're telling me this now?

Because I didn't want to disappoint you, you know,

in case you didn't make it back.

- How thoughtful, Mr. Scott. - Captain.

He's launching.

The attack on Yorktown may be just the beginning.

Armed with this bio-weapon, he could rid it of all life

and use the base's advanced technology

to attack an untold number of Federation planets.

(SIGHS)

Then we're just gonna have to get this thing flying.

We cannae just jumpstart it, sir!

CHEKOV: Okay! All systems online.

Dilithium chambers at 70% and climbing.

Primary support engines standing by.

Mr. Sulu.

You can, you know, fly this thing, right?

You kidding me, sir?

Fantastic.

KIRK: (OVER COMM) Scotty, how we looking?

Ready as she'll ever be, sir.

That's what I like to hear. All right.

Bones, where are we with the crew?

MCCOY: (OVER COMM) I could use a functioning med-bay,

but otherwise we're secure down here.

Mr. Sulu, we have to achieve terminal velocity

in order for the stabilizers to provide lift.

Are you sure this drop is high enough to do that?

We'll find out.

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

Call it, Mr. Sulu.

Aye-aye, Captain.

Mr. Chekov, be ready to hit the forward stabilizers full on my mark.

- One quarter impulse. - Aye.

(ENGINE POWERING UP)

One half impulse, Mr. Chekov.

Aye.

We should belt up. Go on. Go!

Easy, Mr. Sulu. Let's not break her in half.

(ALARM BLARING)

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

Any time, Mr. Sulu.

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

Now, Mr. Chekov!

(EXHALES)

(BEEPING)

(CONSOLE BEEPING)

IFF alert on incoming vessel.

No reply to all-frequency I.D. request.

Visual.

Red alert! Red alert!

Look how far they've come.

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Please proceed

to designated safety zones immediately.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Please proceed to designated safety zones immediately.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

UHURA: I'm picking up distress signals

from every frequency coming from Yorktown.

Krall's already started his attack.

Mr. Scott, what kind of weapons do we have?

Uh, we have pulsed phase cannons and spatial torpedoes.

Great. Lock and load.

It does not matter. You cannot defeat the bees.

Maybe, uh, maybe we lure them away.

How do we get Yorktown time to get people to safety?

No, we are a horse and buggy compared to those things.

We're barely holding together as it is, Captain.

Captain, the flight patterns of bees are determined by individual decisions.

Krall's swarm formations are too complex not to rely

on some form of unified cyberpathic coordination.

- I surmise that if we... - Spock! Skip to the end.

What he's saying is that if we disorient the swarm

we can kick its ass!

Precisely.

Scotty, can you beam me onto one of those swarm ships?

Have you gone completely mad?

- Yes or no? - SCOTTY: No!

Yes!

Maybe.

Captain, my familiarity of the interior of those ships,

however brief, makes me more qualified for this away mission.

Spock, you're still hurt.

She's right, Spock.

I acknowledge and respect your concerns.

Perhaps you would feel more confident if I were accompanied by someone

with familiarity of both the ship and my injury.

He's gonna love this.

You want me to do what?

- SPOCK: Come along, Doctor. - Whoa! Wait a minute.

Why, you green-blooded ingrate.

This was your idea!

It's a good idea, Bones.

You know, next time you have a piece of pipe

stuck in your transverse, call a plumber.

Just make sure you find a way to break those things.

If it gets hairy, I'll beam you straight back.

Energize.

KIRK: You're gonna do great!

Damn it, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a...

MCCOY: You do realize the last time I flew one of these things we crashed.

- So don't blame me if we... - (ALARM BLARING)

Hit something.

Spock to Franklin.

Spock, we read you.

Captain, from what I can ascertain,

the ships do indeed share a cyberpathic link

which coordinates their actions.

Patching it through now.

That's what that signal was.

They weren't jamming us, they were talking to each other.

Well, how do we get them to stop talking?

What about electromagnetic focusing?

We could use the transporters, disrupt their network.

SPOCK: The focus might be too specific.

If we could plant some sort of disruptive communication signal inside the swarm,

it might adversely affect their capacity to coordinate.

It would have to be at a frequency they will not anticipate.

We could cause a chain reaction

that would wipe out the whole swarm.

Sir, a closed network like that

might be susceptible to very high frequency.

VHF.

Radio. We can broadcast something from the ship to drown out their link.

Something loud and distracting.

Loud and distracting?

I've got just the thing!

Do not break my music.

Break it? You're getting an upgrade.

Swarm ships are 60 seconds from breaking through!

I've just got to reconfigure the VHF output

into a multiphasic sweep.

Let me do it.

Let her do it.

SCOTTY: (GRUMBLING) You do it.

There, see? Simple.

All right. Captain, we're ready to broadcast.

But the signal won't travel far. We have to get closer.

- How close? - Very.

Intercept course, Mr. Sulu.

Put us right in the middle of that thing.

Yes, sir.

(EXPLOSIONS)

My old friend.

The swarm ships are doubling back!

They are forming an attack wave, sir.

I think we got their attention.

Hold steady, Mr. Sulu. Brace yourselves, everybody.

Spock, stand by to drop out of formation.

- Scotty, you all cued up back there? - Aye, sir!

Ready to broadcast at 57.7 megahertz.

Made your choice, lassie?

JAYLAH: I have the beat and shouting.

Let's make some noise.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

That's a good choice.

(MUSIC BLARING OVER COMM)

Faster, Doctor. We risk being consumed by their trajectorial decay.

Damn backseat driver.

- Evade, Doctor! - I see it, I see it!

Is that classical music?

Yes, Doctor, it would seem to be.

Lieutenant Uhura, make sure Yorktown has the frequency to broadcast.

Sir, we now have the disruption frequency.

Broadcast.

(MUSIC BLARING)

- You two all right, Spock? - We are fine, Captain,

but there are still three ships heading into Yorktown.

That's got to be Krall. Keep on him, Spock.

Do whatever it takes to stop him from using that weapon.

My house is breaking!

We've lost the polarization of the hull plating!

I can reroute the power from the dilithium chambers.

I need you.

And I need you, Jaylah. Let's go!

(SIRENS BLARING)

Do not lose them, Doctor.

You're more than welcome to switch places with me, Spock.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SPACESHIPS FLYING OVERHEAD)

Captain, intercepting all three ships is an impossibility.

Get me a schematic of Yorktown!

There! Yorktown headquarters!

Mr. Chekov, can you do a bioscan of Central Plaza?

Aye.

They are clearing civilians.

Bones, there's a city plaza coming up.

You gotta make sure Krall heads for it.

- Why? - Just do it!

Sulu, get us up there.

Hold onto something!

(KRALL YELLING)

- KIRK: Great work, Bones. - Thanks, Jim.

Now I've just got to figure out how to land.

Captain, I have three hull breaches from the impact.

Deck 3, the cargo bay, and the engine room.

All right, Sulu, Chekov, check the cargo bay and Deck 3.

We need confirmation that the weapon has been neutralized

and Krall is dead!

MAN: Captain!

It's Krall.

We've seen him do this.

It's some kind of energy transference. It physically changes him.

He must still be on board. We would have seen him leave.

(GADGET BEEPING)

Sulu, contact Yorktown security and lock down the ship.

Let's go.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION FROM RECORDING)

EDISON: (ON RECORDING) Push the frontier.

It's about damn time.

- Are you ready? - Yeah.

All right, baby, let's go.

- It's about damn time. - Push the frontier.

Captain!

- It's about damn time. - Push the frontier.

- It's about damn time. - EDISON: Push the frontier.

- It's about damn time. - Push the frontier.

- It's about damn time. - Push the frontier.

...frontier.

...frontier.

It's him.

Scotty, I need you to link into the Franklin database.

Find out what you can about Balthazar Edison.

- The captain of the Franklin? - KIRK: Yeah.

- Sir, he'll be long dead. - No. He's not.

I don't know how, but Edison is Krall.

What'd you find?

His record goes back

way before the Federation even existed.

He was a major in the United Earth Military Assault

Command Operation. A lot of off-world combat.

He was a soldier.

SCOTTY: Aye, sir. And a pretty good one.

His military service came to an end when MACO was disbanded.

- Why, what happened? - SCOTTY: The Federation, sir. Starfleet.

We're not a military agency.

They made him a captain and gave him the Franklin.

- Scotty, bring up his logs. - Aye, sir.

- Captain's Log... - KIRK: Last entry.

Captain's Log... I don't remember the stardate.

(SNIFFLES)

All distress calls unanswered.

Of the crew,

only three remain.

I won't allow it!

The indigenous race abandoned this planet long ago.

They left behind sophisticated mining equipment

and a drone workforce.

They have some sort of technology

that prolongs life.

I will do whatever it takes for me and my crew.

The Federation do not care about us.

You'll probably never see me again.

But if you do,

be ready.

Why has he not used his weapon yet?

'Cause he wants to find somewhere to inflict maximum damage.

He needs a distribution system.

They have to circulate air here, right?

Aye, sir. There's an atmospheric regulator at the core.

Lieutenant, contact Yorktown. Make sure they shut it down

- until we find Krall. - UHURA: Yes.

How would he access the core?

Uh, well, there's a maintenance tower

at the station's gravitational nexus. That's the only way.

Scotty, you get over there. Make sure it gets shut down!

Lassie, you're with me.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Look, this thing is impossible to shut down.

Aye, well,

we'll see about that.

(PANTING)

Mr. Scott, why is that thing still on?

We're working on it, sir,

but as you can imagine there's a lot of safety protocols

surrounding the thing that, you know,

- keeps everybody alive. - Figure something out.

Be careful, Captain.

Gravity's gonna get a bit screwy

the closer you get to the center.

Maybe we should scan the operational schematics,

- see if there's a back door. - FINNEGAN: Right.

Lassie, I'm gonna need your eyes.

(BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

KRALL: Stop!

(PANTING)

What happened to you out there, Edison?

Edison.

I have to say, Kirk,

I've missed being me.

We lost ourselves but gained a purpose!

A means to bring the galaxy

back to the struggle that made humanity strong.

I think you underestimate humanity.

I fought for humanity!

Lost millions to the Xindi and Romulan Wars.

And for what?

For the Federation to sit me in a captain's chair

and break bread with the enemy.

We change. We have to.

Or we spend the rest of our lives fighting the same battles.

- (LOUD BUZZER) - (GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- (PANTING) - KIRK: You lost!

There's no way you can make it back there.

Give up.

What, like you did?

I read your ship's log,

Captain James T. Kirk.

At least I know what I am.

I am a soldier.

You won the war, Edison.

You gave us peace.

Peace

is not what I was born into.

(GRUNTS)

Scotty.

SCOTTY: Captain, he's using the gravitational slipstream

to carry him back to the center.

Nah.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS AND YELLS)

(PANTING)

(DEVICE POWERING UP)

(GRUNTS)

No! No!

- What's that? - The weapon's in the chamber.

Captain, we have to stop the processor now

or everything breathing in Yorktown is dead!

(GROANS)

You can't stop it.

You will die.

Better to die saving lives

than to live with taking them.

That's what I was born into.

Scotty!

SCOTTY: Captain, I think we can redirect it.

There's a sealed construction hatch

that will let you vent the weapon into space.

Now, we can override the locks from up here,

but you will have to activate the hatch.

So I just hit a button.

It's not a button, sir. It's a silver lever under a white panel.

- Got it! - And there's four of them.

Once you've primed the hatch,

you'll have to exit the chamber immediately.

If the hatch is open when the processor cycles

and you're in it, you're gonna get sucked into space.

What happens if the hatch isn't open?

You're gonna get sucked into a big fan.

With the weapon, and we all die.

Damn it, Jim, you won't make it out in time!

(GRUNTING)

(BUZZER)

(SIGHS) The vent!

Get out of there, James T.!

KIRK: Scotty, the last hatch won't open!

(GRUNTING)

Scotty!

Work fast, Captain, time's running out!

He's not gonna make it.

(STRAINING)

(GRUNTS)

(ALARM BLARING)

KIRK: No! No!

(STRAINING)

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: Manual override engaged.

(KRALL SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(KIRK GASPS)

Whoo-hoo!

(PANTING)

What would I do without you, Spock?

PARIS: For decades the Federation taught that he was a hero.

I guess time will judge us all.

He just got lost.

You saved this entire base, Kirk.

Millions of souls. Thank you.

It wasn't just me. It never is.

Needless to say, the position of Vice Admiral is yours.

No one deserves it more.

Vice Admirals don't fly, do they?

No. They don't.

Well, no offense, ma'am,

but where's the fun in that?

MCCOY: You didn't even try to get our time out here reduced?

Why would I get it reduced?

Bones, we know our way through the nebula now.

Can you imagine what we'll find!

Alien despots hell-bent on killing us?

Deadly space-borne viruses and bacteria?

Incomprehensible cosmic anomalies that could wipe us out in an instant!

It's gonna be so much fun.

By the way, where are we going?

I thought we were gonna get a drink.

I know you told me to keep it under wraps, but, uh...

ALL: Happy Birthday!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Mr. Sensitive?

- There you go, laddie. - Thanks, Scotty.

Everybody, raise a glass to Captain James T. Kirk.

- ALL: Captain Kirk! - Thanks, everybody.

- To the Enterprise. - ALL: To the Enterprise.

And

to absent friends.

- Here's to that. - ALL: Cheers.

SCOTTY: All right, let's get this party started.

Whose round is it?

Can I get three, uh, Romulan ales for me?

I thought you had to finish your mission report.

I do.

But I thought it would be more pleasing to engage with you socially.

You old romantic.

Do you know that scotch was actually invented

by a little old lady in Russia?

- Huh? Not many people know. - SCOTTY: Excuse me.

Uh, did you drink all those yourself? I'm impressed.

Someone said it will take my edge off.

My edge is still not off.

All right, well, maybe this will help.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Captain pulled a few strings.

That is acceptance into Starfleet Academy, if you want it.

They have a lot of rules. Don't listen to them all.

Will I have to wear that uniform?

- Afraid so. - (CHUCKLES)

Hey, Keenser.

Kevin. Still not wearing pants, I see.

I heard about Ambassador Spock.

Is that what you wanted to mention that time in the turbolift?

More or less.

I trust your meeting with Commodore Paris went well.

More or less.

You really want to head back out there, huh?

KIRK: Space, the final frontier.

SPOCK: These are the voyages of the Starship...

SCOTTY: ...Enterprise. Its continuing mission...

MCCOY: To explore strange new worlds.

SULU: To seek out new life.

CHEKOV: And new civilizations.

UHURA: To boldly go where no one has gone before.