Keep trying. We've got
a diplomatic tiger by the tail.
[Scotty]
Klingon ship is vacated.
Very good, Scotty.
Mr. Sulu?
Forward phasers
locked and ready to fire, sir.
Fire phasers.
Sensor sweeps reveal
no other ships within range.
Lieutenant Uhura?
No contact with
Starfleet yet, sir.
Mr. Sulu, change course
to 17 mark 4,
warp factor 3.
Warp factor 3, sir.
When I take this ship,
I'll have Kirk's head
hung on his wall.
They will kill us
before we can act.
No, they wish
to question us,
learn our strength,
our plans.
They never will.
We are 40 against 400.
4,000 throats
may be cut in one night
by a running man.
Patience. Vigilance.
They will make
a mistake.
Capture of the Enterprise
will give us knowledge
to end this war quickly.
Captain!
This doesn't make sense.
Carriers are normal.
Channels are open.
There's still
no outside contact!
I don't understand it.
Could the Klingons
be doing something?
Sulu?
Change in course,
accelerating.
Helm dead.
Auxiliary navigation
dead.
Override.
Nothing responds,
Captain.
Scotty, stop all engines.
I would if I could,
but the controls
have gone crazy.
Something's taken over.
Scotty!
The engines, sir.
They've gone to warp 9
by themselves!
New course?
[Sulu]
9-0-2, mark 5.
That'll take us
out of the galaxy.
Captain, reports coming in
from the lower decks.
Emergency bulkheads
have closed.
Almost 400 crewmen are
trapped down there, sir.
Most interesting.
The bulk of
your crew trapped,
your ship racing
from this galaxy
at wild speeds?
Delightful.
How did I perform
this sabotage, Kirk?
All my men are here.
Johnson.
Get down to Security.
Search every section.
Some Klingons may have beamed aboard
undetected from the wrecked ship.
Then help Scotty
hammer things back to normal.
Free those trapped crewmen.
And before I put you
in the brig,
there's a little something
I owe you.
Phasers.
Out!
Stand and fight,
you coward.
Sick bay.
Bridge.
The Klingons are free.
They'll try
and take the ship.
How many men do we have?
[Scotty]
392 trapped below decks.
Deploy forces to protect
your section
and the auxiliary
control center.
Check the armory
and try and free
those crewmen.
The doors and bulkheads
won't budge.
Blow out the bulkheads
if you have to.
What kind of luck have you had
controlling the ship's speed?
No, sir. She's a projectile
at warp 9.
And don't ask me what's
holding her together.
Five-minute report.
Kirk out.
Full sensor scan
of the ship.
Report on movement
by the Klingons.
The Klingon Empire has maintained
a dueling tradition.
They think they can
beat us with swords.
Neither the Klingon
technology nor ours
is capable of this--
the instantaneous
transmutation of matter.
I doubt that they
are responsible.
Any other
logical candidate?
None.
However, if they had
such power,
would they not have used it
to create
more effective weapons
and only for themselves?
Mr. Sulu.
Get below.
Take command
of Engineering
and auxiliary control.
Aye, sir.
Captain.
Mr. Chekov.
Captain!
As you were.
Chekov!
Sir, let me go, too.
I got a personal score
to settle with them.
This is no time
for a vendetta.
Captain--
Chekov, maintain your post!
Don't try to stop me,
Captain.
I saw what they left
of Piotr,
and I swore on his grave
I would avenge
his murder.
What's Chekov's grudge
against the Klingons?
Who's Piotr?
His only brother,
killed in a Klingon raid.
His brother?
He never had a brother.
He's an only child.
Sulu, get down
to engineering.
Aye, sir.
Security,
this is the captain.
Find Mr. Chekov and bring him
to the bridge.
Captain, why would--
Why would Chekov believe
he has a brother?
I don't know,
but he does.
And now he wants revenge
for a nonexistent loss.
There.
Those filthy butchers.
There are rules,
even in war.
You don't keep hacking
at a man after he's down.
Hand me that
Numanol capsule.
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