[Alarm Blaring]
On mark 8
and closing.
Steady as she goes.
Phaser crew,
stand by.
Range, 45,000
kilometers, Captain.
Fascinating.
Range, 43,000
kilometers and closing.
Sensor readings?
A mechanical device
of unknown properties.
I read
no life forms aboard.
Analysis,
Science Officer?
Obviously, it intends
to intercept us.
It has made
several course changes
corresponding
with our own.
38,000
and closing.
35,000
and closing.
Unclear whether it
intends to attack
or merely communicate
with us.
Thank you,
Science Officer.
Come to 181, mark 7.
Aye, aye, sir.
Staying with us.
Indeed.
Full stop, Mr. Chekov.
Hold your position.
Aye, sir.
[Buttons Beep]
Aliens ...
you have encroached
on the space of the Melkot.
You will turn back
immediately.
This is the only warning
you will receive.
Vulcan, Captain.
English.
It was Russian,
sir. Every word.
No, Captain.
It was Swahili.
Interesting.
Telepathy.
Unquestionably.
Most impressive.
Our orders
are very clear.
We're
to establish contact
with the Melkotians
at all costs.
True telepaths
can be most formidable,
and we have
been warned.
What previous contacts
have been made with the Melkotians?
No recorded
contacts.
If they ever
ventured into space,
they evidently
withdrew immediately.
Lieutenant ...
hailing frequencies.
Tied in, sir.
This is
Captain James T. Kirk
of the starship Enterprise,
representing the United
Federation of Planets.
We've contacted your buoy
and understand its message.
We hope that you'll
understand that our intent
is to establish peaceful
relations with you.
Lieutenant, answer?
Nothing, sir.
Clear on all frequencies.
Try again.
[Uhura]
Still no response, sir.
Opinion,
Mr. Spock?
I prefer being
a welcomed guest,
but there seems
to be little choice.
None whatsoever.
Mr. Chekov, deflectors
at full intensity.
Increase speed to achieve
planet fall as scheduled.
Aye, sir.
Standard orbit
in five minutes.
Lieutenant Uhura,
advise Dr. McCoy, Engineer Scott
to meet me
in the transporter room.
Mr. Spock, Mr. Chekov,
let's go find out
what it is
they're afraid of.
Captain 's Log,
stardate 4385.3.
We have transported down
to the Melkotian planet
and have encountered conditions
which are completely contrary
to what
we were prepared for.
Spock,
what is this?
Unknown, Captain.
Sensor readings
give no indication
of fog like conditions
in this area.
I knew it
had to happen.
It's a fine time for that
transporter mechanism
to break down.
Impossible,
Dr. McCoy.
My transporter
was working perfectly.
Then what
are we doing here?
Tricorder readings,
Mr. Spock?
Unknown, Captain.
Unlike Mr. Scott's
transporter,
this unit
is not functioning.
Then let's get
out of here.
Kirk to Enterprise.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.
No use, Captain.
Obviously none
of our devices will function.
Apparently
that Melkotian buoy --
Aliens.
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.
Our warning was plain.
You have disregarded it.
You shall be punished.
You ...
Captain Kirk,
the disobedience
was on your orders.
Yours
is the responsibility.
Yours shall be the pattern
of your death.
We come in peace.
But we'll defend ourselves
if necessary.
You are outside.
You are disease.
The disease
must be destroyed.
Your plea has been heard,
and sentence
has been pronounced.
It is done.
Fascinating.
Where are we now,
Captain?
Spock,
evaluation?
Obviously
this represents
the Melkotian's concept
of an American frontier town,
circa ... 1880.
It's just bits
and pieces.
It's incomplete.
Perhaps
the Melkotians
have insufficient data
about this era.
Or perhaps this
is all they require
to complete
the pattern of our death.
And these,
Captain?