Spock?
Pardon me, I do not believe
that you and I are acquainted.
No, we're not. Not yet.
Spock, there's something
I would like you to see.
Captain Pike,
your transporter has been disabled.
As you can see by the rest
of your armada, you have no choice.
You will man a shuttle and come aboard
the Narada for negotiations.
That is all.
-He'll kill you. You know that.
-Your survival is unlikely.
Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy.
Going over to that ship is a mistake.
I, too, agree.
You should rethink your strategy.
I understand that.
I need officers who've been trained
in advanced hand-to-hand combat.
-I have training, sir.
-Come with me.
Kirk, you, too.
You're not supposed to be here anyway.
-Chekov, you have the conn.
-Aye-aye, Captain.
Prepare the red matter.
Yes, sir.
Without transporters,
we can't beam off the ship,
we can't assist Vulcan,
we can't do our job.
Mr Kirk, Mr Sulu, Engineer Olson
will space-jump from the shuttle.
You will land on that machine
they've lowered into the atmosphere
that's scrambling our gear.
You'll get inside, you'll disable it,
then you'll beam back to the ship.
Mr Spock, I'm leaving you
in command of the Enterprise.
Once we have transport capability
and communications back up,
you'll contact Starfleet and report
what the hell's going on here.
And if all else fails, fall back
and rendezvous with the fleet
in the Laurentian system.
Kirk, I'm promoting you to first officer.
-What?
-Captain?
Please, I apologise, the complexities
of human pranks escape me.
It's not a prank, Spock.
And I'm not the Captain, you are.
Let's go.
Sir, after we knock out that drill,
what happens to you?
Well, I guess you'll have to come
and get me.
Careful with the ship, Spock,
she's brand new.
Dr Puri, report.
It's McCoy.
Dr Puri was on Deck 6. He's dead.
Then you have just inherited his
responsibility as chief medical officer.
Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
Shuttle 37, you're clear forward!
Shuttle 89, U.S.S. Enterprise,
you are clear forward.
Interval check shows
positive and steady.
-You got the charges, right?
-Oh, yeah.
I can't wait to kick some Romulan ass.
Right?
-Yeah.
-Hell, yeah.
Shuttle command, we advise
you activate your shields now.
So what kind of combat training
do you have?
Fencing.
Pre-jump.
Shuttle commander, you are clear
from U.S.S. Enterprise airspace.
Gentlemen, we're approaching
the drop zone.
We have one shot
to land on that platform.
They may have defences,
so pull your chute as late as possible.
Three, two, one.
Remember, the Enterprise
won't be able to beam you back
until you turn off that drill.
Good luck.
Away team is entering
the atmosphere, sir.
Twenty thousand metres.
Approaching the platform
at 5,800 metres.
Kirk to Enterprise.
Distance to target, 5,000 metres.
Forty-six hundred metres
from the platform.
Forty-five hundred metres to target.
Four thousand metres.
-Three thousand metres.
-Three thousand metres.
-Two thousand metres.
-Pulling chute.
-Two thousand metres!
-Come on, pull your chute, Olson!
No, not yet! Not yet! 1,500 metres!
-Olson, open your chute!
-Olson, pull your chute!
One thousand metres!
No!
Olson!
Olson is gone, sir!
Kirk has landed, sir.
Give me your hand! Come on.
Olson had the charges.
I know.
-What do we do?
-This.
The jamming signal's gone.
Transport abilities are reestablished.
-Transporter control is reengaged, sir.
-Chekov, run gravitational sensors.
I want to know
what they are doing to the planet.
Aye, Commander.
Captain. Sorry. Captain.
The drill's been sabotaged, sir,
but we have reached the planet's core.
Launch the red matter.
Kirk to Enterprise. They just launched
something at the planet
through the hole they just drilled.
-Do you copy,