This ship is secure ...
and we're prepared
for any hostile action.
Energize.
Do honour to
the Dohlman of Elas.
Glory to Elaan,
Dohlman of Elas.
Space ...
the final frontier.
These are the voyages
of the star ship 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.
You may stand.
Body armour.
Nuclear weapons.
Not without
precedent, Captain.
Remember that --
Permission to speak
was not given.
You rule this ship?
I am
the first officer.
This is
Captain James Kirk.
Your Glory,
I am Petri.
In the name
of my people --
Your mission
is known to us.
Captain Kirk,
you have now permission
to show us
to our quarters.
Well, now,
Just a moment.
There's going
to have to be
some kind of understanding.
Please ...
My first officer
Mr. Spock
will show you
to your quarters.
Ambassador, I'd
like to speak to you.
[Elaan]
You have not been dismissed.
May I have
your permission to go?
You are now dismissed.
Why, thank you.
Ambassador.
Ambassador,
I think it's time
you told me
what's going on.
That creature ... Elaan
is to be the wife
of our ruler
to bring peace.
Our two warring planets
now possess
the capability
of mutual destruction.
Some method
of coexistence
must be found.
I see.
So, we go back
to Troyius?
Yes. Ah,
but slowly, Captain.
I will need time.
Before we reach there,
she must be taught
civilized manners.
In her present condition,
my people would
never accept her.
And you are to be
her teacher?
Those are my orders.
I must ask
you and your crew
to respect, or at least tolerate,
their arrogance.
Friction must be kept
at a minimum.
Yes, that I can understand.
Another thing
you should understand, Captain.
You have as much
at stake as I have.
Your superiors
made the statement
that failure
of this mission
would be as catastrophic
for Federation planning
as it would be
for our two planets.
To gain peace
at the price
of accepting
such a queen
is no victory.
I will take her
the official gifts I bear.
Perhaps that
will soften her mood.
Mr. Chekov,
lay in a course for Troyius.
Mr. Sulu, impulse drive.
Speed factor .037.
Impulse drive, Captain?
Yes, that's correct,
Mr. Sulu.
Sub light factor .037.
Aye, aye, sir.
Captain ...
you'll not be using
the warp drive?
All the way on impulse?
That'll take
a great deal of time.
You in a hurry,
Mr. Scott?
No.
Captain, the Dohlman
is dissatisfied
with the quarters provided.
What's the matter
with them, Mr. Spock?
I do not know,
but all the Elasians
seem most irrational.
I gave up my quarters --
I appreciate your sacrifice,
Lieutenant Uhura.
I'll talk to her myself.
Swine!
Take back your gifts!
Your Glory ...
these are
your wedding slippers.
Your ruler cannot
buy the favours
of the Dohlman of Elas.
This ... This is
your wedding dress,
a gift from
the bridegroom's mother.
I want nothing of his!
This ... This is the most prized
of royal jewels ...
for your lovely neck.
I would strangle
if I was to put
the gift of a Troyian dog
around my neck.
Kryton, by whose permission
did he enter?
He came in answer
to your summons.
I understand you're not happy
with your quarters.
Quarters!
[Glass Breaks]
Yes, not happy at all.
Am I a soft Troyian fawn
to need pillows
to sit on?
And these ridiculous
female trappings.
They are an offense
to my eyes.
My communications officer
generously
vacated the rooms
hoping you would
find it satisfactory.
I do not find them so.
I find him
even less satisfactory.
Must my bitterness
be compounded
with that
ridiculous ambassador
aboard your ship?
I explained
to Her Glory
that her
council of nobles
and the Troyius Tribunal
Jointly agreed that
I should instruct --
make her acquainted
with the customs and
manners of our people.
Kryton!
Remove him!
And take that garbage
with you?
He dare to