from Epsilon IX. - Put it on viewer. - On viewer. Enterprise, the cloud is definitely a power field of some kind. Measures... my God... over two AUs in diameter. Must be something incredible inside there generating it. We're transmitting friendship messages on all frequencies. - No response. - Null reading at the centre. There's something inside, but all scans are reflected back. - A power surge. - Receiving an odd pattern. They could be viewing our scans as a hostile act. - They're reacting to our scans. - Deflectors, full! - We are under attack. - External view. Viewer off. Pre-launch countdown will commence in 40 minutes. Transporter system fully repaired and functioning, sir. Dock signals clear. Reply we are awaiting final crew replacements. Aye, sir. Transporter personnel reports the Navigator Lt Ilia. She's already aboard and en route to the bridge, sir. She's Deltan, Captain. - Lt Ilia reporting for duty, sir. - Welcome aboard, Lieutenant. - Hello, Ilia. - Decker. I was stationed on the Lieutenant's home planet some years ago. Cmdr Decker? Our Exec and Science Officer. Capt Kirk has the utmost confidence in me. And in you too, Lieutenant. My oath of celibacy is on record. May I assume my duties? By all means. Captain, our last six crew members are ready to beam up, but one of them is refusing to step into the transporter. I'll see to it that he beams up. Transporter room. Ellen, what was the problem down there? He insisted we go first. Said something about seeing how it scrambled our molecules. That has a familiar ring. Starfleet, this is Capt Kirk. Beam that officer up now. And you swore never to return to Starfleet! Just a moment, Captain, sir. I'll explain what happened. Your revered Admiral Nogura invoked a little-known, seldom-used reserve activation clause. In simpler language, Captain, they drafted me. They didn't. This was your idea, wasn't it? There's a thing out there. Any object we don't understand is always a "thing". Headed this way. I need you. Damn it, Bones, I need you. Badly. - Permission to come aboard? - Permission granted, sir. Well, Jim, I hear Chapel's an MD now. I'm going to need a top nurse, not a doctor who'll argue every diagnosis with me. They probably redesigned the whole sickbay, too. Engineers love to change things. Dock control reports ready, sir. - Helm ready, sir. - Orbital departure on plot, sir. Yard Command signalling clear, sir. - Manoeuvring thrusters, Mr Sulu. - Manoeuvring thrusters. Hold station. Thrusters at station-keeping, sir. Thrusters ahead, Mr Sulu. Take us out. Intermix set, bridge. Impulse power at your discretion. Impulse power, Mr Sulu. Ahead, warp point five. - Departure angle on viewer. - Departure angle. Viewer ahead. Captain's log, stardate 7412.6, 1. 8 hours from launch. In order to intercept the intruder at the earliest possible time, we must risk engaging warp drive while still within the solar system. Captain, assuming we have full warp capability, accelerating to warp seven outside the solar system will bring us to IP with the intruder in 20.1 hours. Bones, do the new facilities meet with your approval? They do not. It's like working in a computer centre. - Programming ready? - Set for warp entry. But I still recommend further simulation study. Mr Decker, every minute brings that object closer to Earth. Engineering, stand by for warp drive. We need further simulation on flow sensors. Engineer, we need warp speed now. Jim, you're pushing. Your people know their jobs. - That's it. I can't do any better. - Aye, lad. It's borderline on the simulator. I cannot guarantee she'll hold up. Warp drive, Mr Scott. Ahead, warp one, Mr Sulu. Accelerating to warp one, sir. Warp point seven... point eight. Warp one, sir. Mr Decker... Wormhole. Get us back on impulse power. Full reverse. Negative helm control. Going reverse on ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Иван Грозный на английском - текст Шинель на английском - текст Единственный сын на английском - текст Иллюзия полета на английском - текст Ночь и день на английском |