(speaks Klingonese) TACTICAL...
VISUAL...
TACTICAL,
STAND BY ON TORPEDOES.
READY...
FIRE!
(beeping)
EVASIVE!
This is comm station Epsilon IX,
calling USS Columbia.
Come in, Columbia. Respond, please.
(inaudible reply)
This is Epsilon IX.
Am boosting output.
How read you this?
Scout Columbia NCC-621 to rendezvous
with Scout Revere NCC-595
on stardate 741 1.4.
Further orders
to be relayed at that time.
Signed, Commodore Probert,
Starfleet.
End of transmission.
Our sensor drone is intercepting this
on Quad L-1 4.
That's in Klingon boundaries.
Who are they fighting?
Unknown, sir.
I have an exterior visual.
(speaks Klingonese)
We've plotted a course on that cloud,
Commander.
It will pass into Federation space
fairly close to us.
Heading?
Sir, it's on a precise heading
for Earth.
(speaks Vulcan) OUR ANCESTORS
CAST OUT THEIR ANIMAL PASSIONS
ON THESE VERY SANDS...
...SAVING OUR RACE THROUGH
THE ATTAINMENT OF KOLINAHR.
KOLINAHR: THROUGH WHICH ALL
EMOTION IS RENOUNCED AND SHED.
YOU HAVE LABOURED
FOR MANY SEASONS, SPOCK...
AND YOU HAVE PROVED
YOURSELF WORTHY...
TO RECEIVE FROM US
THIS SYMBOL OF PURE LOGIC.
YOUR THOUGHTS...
GIVE THEM TO ME.
OUR MINDS ARE JOINED, SPOCK...
TOGETHER, AND AS ONE.
I SENSE THE CONSCIOUSNESS
CALLING TO YOU FROM SPACE...
YOUR HUMAN BLOOD
IS TOUCHED BY IT, SPOCK.
YOU HAVE NOT YET ATTAINED
KOLINAHR.
HE MUST SEARCH ELSEWHERE
FOR HIS ANSWER.
HE SHALL NOT FIND IT HERE.
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, SPOCK.
STARFLEET HEADQUARTERS
STARDATE: 741 0.2
Cmdr Sonak, you were appointed
as Enterprise Science Officer?
- Based on your recommendation.
- Why aren't you aboard?
Capt Decker requested I complete
final briefing here before we leave.
At Starfleet?
(Kirk) The Enterprise is in
final preparation to leave dock.
- (Sonak) Which requires 20 hours.
- 1 2.
I'm meeting Admiral Nogura.
I won't be more than three minutes.
Report to me on the Enterprise
in one hour.
To you?
It is my intention to be on that ship
following that meeting.
Report to me in one hour.
- Admiral.
- Mr Scott.
Those departure orders, 1 2 hours.
Starfleet cannot be serious.
Why aren't the transporters
operating?
A wee problem. Temporary.
We have just finished 1 8 months'
redesigning the Enterprise.
- How can she be ready in 1 2 hours?
- Take me over, please.
She needs more work, a shakedown.
Mr Scott, an alien object
of unbelievable destructive power
is less than three days
away from Earth.
The only starship in interception
range is the Enterprise.
Ready or not,
she launches in 1 2 hours.
The crew haven't had near enough time
with all the new equipment.
And the engines are not even tested
at warp power.
And an untried captain.
Two and a half years
as Chief of Starfleet Operations
may have made me stale, but I
wouldn't consider myself untried.
- They gave her back to me, Scotty.
- Gave her back?
I doubt it was that easy with Nogura.
(mimics accent) You're right.
Well, any man
who could manage such a feat,
I would not dare disappoint.
She'll launch on time, sir,
and she'll be ready.
- Thank you, Mr Scott.
- Aye, sir.
Cargo bay to launch crew.
Travel pod
is now available at dock six.
- Permission to come aboard.
- Granted. Welcome aboard, Admiral.
Cmdr Scott,
you're needed in Engineering.
Sir, you'll excuse me.
Flight deck,
prepare for incoming shuttlecraft.
- If you'll follow me...
- I think I can find my way, Ensign.
Aye, sir.
Bridge.
I thought you had that circuit
patched in an hour ago.
We did. We had to disconnect it.
(anxious chatter)
I'll get somebody there
as soon as I can.
Captain! Starfleet just signalled
your transfer-of-command orders.
- Captain.
- I appreciate the welcome.
I wish circumstances
were less critical.
Epsilon IX is monitoring
the intruder. Keep a channel open.
Where's Capt Decker?
He's in Engineering, sir.
He... doesn't know.
- Mr Chekov.
- Aye, sir.
Assemble the crew
on the recreation deck