northwest.
Remain in your pod
-until retrieved by Starfleet authorities.
-You gotta be kidding me.
Stardate 2258.42.
Or 44. Whatever.
Acting Captain Spock
has marooned me on Delta Vega,
in what I believe to be
a violation of Security Protocol 49.09
governing the treatment of prisoners
aboard a star...
James Т. Kirk.
-Excuse me?
-How did you find me?
How do you know my name?
I have been and always shall be
your friend.
-Look, I don't know you.
-I am Spock.
Bullshit.
It is remarkably pleasing
to see you again, old friend.
Especially after the events of today.
Sir, I appreciate
what you did for me today,
but if you were Spock,
you'd know we're not friends. At all.
You hate me.
You marooned me here for mutiny.
-Mutiny?
-Yes.
You are not the captain?
No, no, you're the captain.
Pike was taken hostage.
By Nero.
What do you know about him?
He is a particularly troubled Romulan.
-Please, allow me. It will be easier.
-What are you doing?
Our minds, one and together.
One hundred twenty-nine years
from now,
a star will explode
and threaten to destroy the galaxy.
That is where I'm from, Jim, the future.
A star went supernova,
consuming everything in its path.
I promised the Romulans
that I would save their planet.
We outfitted our fastest ship.
Using red matter,
I would create a black hole
which would absorb the exploding star.
I was en route,
when the unthinkable happened.
The supernova destroyed Romulus.
I had little time.
I had to extract the red matter
and shoot it into the supernova.
As I began my return trip,
I was intercepted.
He called himself Nero,
last of the Romulan Empire.
In my attempt to escape, both of us
were pulled into the black hole.
Nero went through first.
He was the first to arrive.
Nero and his crew spent
the next 25 years awaiting my arrival.
But what was years for Nero
was only seconds for me.
I went through the black hole.
Nero was waiting for me.
He held me responsible
for the loss of his world.
He captured my vessel
and spared my life,
for one reason.
So that I would know his pain.
He beamed me here
so that I could observe his vengeance.
As he was helpless to save his planet,
I would be helpless to save mine.
Billions of lives lost because of me, Jim.
Because I failed.
Forgive me. Emotional transference
is an effect of the mind-meld.
-So you do feel.
-Yes.
Going back in time,
you changed all our lives.
Jim, we must go.
There is a Starfleet outpost
not far from here.
Wait. Where you came from,
did I know my father?
Yes.
You often spoke of him as being
your inspiration for joining Starfleet.
He proudly lived to see you
become Captain of the Enterprise.
Captain?
A ship we must return you to
as soon as possible.
-Warp 3, sir.
-Course 1-5-1, mark 3.
-Laurentian system, sir.
-Thank you, gentlemen.
-You wanted to see me?
-Yes, Doctor.
I am aware that James Kirk is
a friend of yours.
I recognise that supporting me
as you did must have been difficult.
Is that a thank-you?
I am simply acknowledging
your difficulties.
Permission to speak freely, sir.
-I welcome it.
-Do you? Okay, then.
Are you out of your Vulcan mind?
Are you making a logical choice,
sending Kirk away?
Probably. But the right one?
You know, back home we got a saying,
"If you're gonna ride
in the Kentucky Derby,
"you don't leave your prize stallion
in the stable."
A curious metaphor, Doctor,
as a stallion must first be broken
before it can reach its potential.
My God, man, you could at least act
like it was a hard decision!
I intend to assist in the effort
to reestablish communication
with Starfleet.
However, if crew morale is better served
by my roaming the halls weeping,
I will gladly defer
to your