Speak! I command you!
- My business is to repair.
- Repair what?
- There are damaged entrance panels.
Indeed! Then you must have
a repair permit. Where is it?
It was forgotten.
Did you also forget
your transport card?
It was lost when
your sentinels attacked me.
And where was your
cavern implement lost?
Could this perhaps be it?
I came to make repairs.
And you shall make them by giving us
the names of the Disrupters.
I know nothing.
I would advise you
to increase your knowledge.
That is not possible
for a Troglyte.
The Stratos city dwellers
have said it.
Secure him to the rostrum!
[Screaming]
How unfortunate.
How unfortunate!
[ Thinking ] This troubled planet is
a place of the most violent contrasts.
Those who receive the rewards
are totally separated...
from those who shoulder
the burdens.
It is not a wise leadership.
Here on Stratos, everything
is incomparably beautiful and pleasant,
the high advisor's charming daughter
Droxine particularly so.
The name Droxine
seems appropriate for her.
I wonder... can she retain
such purity and sweetness of mind...
and be aware of the life of the people
on the surface of the planet?
There, the harsh life
in the mines...
is instilling the people
with a bitter hatred.
The young girl who led the attack
against us when we beamed down...
was filled with the violence
of desperation.
If the lovely Droxine knew
of the young miner's misery,
I wonder how the knowledge
would affect her.
[Rattling]
[Rattling Continues]
Mr. Spock!
I thought you had accompanied
Captain Kirk to the rest chamber.
- Your movements awakened me.
- Oh, my apologies.
I did not realize
they would disturb you.
Only Vulcan ears would find
the noise discernible.
It seems that Vulcan’s
are fascinatingly different...
in many ways.
The same may be said
of Stratos inhabitants.
Vulcan eyes
are very discerning too.
I hear that intellectually,
Vulcan’s are as highly evolved...
as Stratos city dwellers.
We do pride ourselves...
on our logic.
[ Grunts ]
[Weapon Bangs On Floor]
You again!
You sleep lightly, Captain.
Yes, duty is a good teacher.
I see you've changed
your dressmaker.
Release me!
So you can attack me again?
That would be foolish.
Call the guards
if you’re afraid, Captain.
I'm not afraid.
In fact, I find this
rather enjoyable.
I do not!
All right,
I'll make a deal with you:
you answer some questions,
and I'll let you up.
What questions?
Your word, first.
[ Sighs ]
I will answer.
You only take a mate
once every seven years?
The seven-year cycle...
is biologically inherent
in all Vulcan’s.
At that time, the mating drive
outweighs all other motivations.
And is there nothing
that can disturb that cycle,
Mr. Spock?
Extreme feminine beauty...
is always...
disturbing, madam.
[Kirk]
Spock?
- I did not come here to kill you.
- Then why this?
- To take you hostage.
- [Door Opening]
Am l... intruding, Captain?
- Vanna!
- Droxine.
Why have you come here?
To welcome our honored guests
as I was taught to do...
when I served
in your father's household.
- Has she injured you, Captain?
- Oh, no, not at all.
- Her visit was quite enlightening.
- Oh?
Yes, it seems the Troglytes
are under the impression...
that the Enterprise
is here to intimidate them.
Send a sentinel to
the rest chamber immediately.
It is not impression, Captain.
It is the truth.
We're here to get that
zenite consignment, and that's it.
Starships do not transport cargo.
In times of emergency,
they do anything.
Believe me, botanical plague
is an emergency.
Lies will not keep the Troglytes in the
caverns, and neither will your starship.
You talk like a Disrupter, Vanna.
I speak for my people.
They have as much right to the clouds
as the Stratos dwellers.
But the Stratos
is for advisors and studiers.
What would Troglytes do here?
Live... in the sunlight...
and warmth,
as everyone should.
The caverns are warm and your eyes