unconscious, you were speaking.
What did I say?
I don't know.
The words were unfamiliar to me.
What did it sound like?
They sounded exactly
like the last words...
- spoken by the technician.
- What technician?
We found one person in there barely
alive. The rest were dead, and we--
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
We must get back to the ship!
Why?
Tell me why.
That storm, it's returning.
- How do you know?
- I know!
You'll be killed if we stay.
Lieutenant, I assure you,
that unexplained phenomenon
was headed away from the planet.
- It is probably seeking other victims.
- It will kill us!
Enterprise to Capt. Kirk.
- Kirk here.
- Bridge, sir.
The storm has reap pear don the
long-range scanner and is closing fast.
- What's its course?
- Coming back in this direction.
Beam us up.
Mr. Sulu, this is the captain.
Get the Enterprise out of here.
Wait, Captain!
We've lost Mira!
- Delay that order, Mr. Sulu!
- Stabilize her!
Something's interfering
with the transporter signal.
- She's suspended in transit.
- Let me.
[Transporter Humming]
[Kirk]
All right, Mr. Sulu, get us out of here.
Mr. Scott, check emergency
manual monitor for transporter control.
[ Voices On Intercom]Emergency
condition. Security patrol to--
Captain, it's changing course.
Plot the new course, Mr. Chekov.
- Present course is 1 -2-6 mark 20.
- Plot it.
Present course will bring it
across our star board side, sir.
Mr. Spock, you made a statement
that phenomena is not a storm. Explain.
No known conditions in space would
support that type of natural phenomenon.
What is it?
I'm having difficulty
with the ship's sensors.
They seem to be under selective
attack by the phenomenon...
as the unfortunate occupants
of Memory Alpha were.
Then deductive reasoning
will have to be substituted.
Ship's sensors are operating
at the moment.
Perhaps the elusive creature will now
reveal something about itself.
I saw those men dead,
in their exact positions!
Listen to me.
I've told ya what strange tricks
a space trip can play on your mind.
- Now, that's all it is.
- No, Scotty.
Have ya ever had visions
of the future events before this?
- Never.
- Well, if you ask me, nobody ever has.
That seein' to the future,
it's pure bunk.
Ya know that, don't you?
- I've always believed it.
- And you were perfectly right.
Then what is it, Scotty?
What's frightening me?
Ever since that storm hit, I've,
I've had such strange thoughts,
such feelings of terror.
Space!
Space.
That's all it is.
Then I don't have to report it?
Well, if you want to spend
the rest of the trip in sick bay.
But what good would that do?
Dr. McCoy can no more cure it
than he can a cold.
Captain, it's heading
straight for us.
- Activate shields.
- Shields activated.
Mr. Chekov, change course
to 1 -4-3 mark 3.
1 -4-3 mark 3.
- Storm's course, Mr. Sulu?
- 1 -4-3... mark 3.
- Take evasive action.
- Evasive action.
Hard starboard.
2-1 -7 mark 5.
2-1 -7 mark 5.
Still with us, sir.
Hard port.
1 -1 -7 mark 2.
1 -1 -7 mark 2.
Still with us, sir!
Is it closing?
Negative, Captain.
Maintaining its distance.
However, it is matching
each maneuver we execute,
and I am receiving
increasing magnitude of energy.
Your analysis, Spock. What is it?
Not what is it, Captain.
What are they?
There are ten distinct
life units within it,
all powerfully alive
and vital.
Who are they?
Where are they from?
Impossible to determine without
programming for analysis.
We can't outrun them.
Can we shield against them?
I do not believe the shields
would prove effective.
There must be some defense
we can use.
We are dealing with
a community of life units.
Their attack is in
the form of brain waves...
directed against the brain,
which is most compatible.
Maybe we can avoid
another attack.
Lt. Uhura, open all channels.
Tie in the universal translator.
Mr. Spock says it's alive.
Maybe I can talk to it.
All channels open.