of the Enterprise, Commander.
Enemy numbers are
the same as ours.
We have
a fighting balance.
Then we take the ship.
The ship that's headed
towards the galaxy end?
In time, in time.
We must take these sections.
First-- Engineering.
Kirk here.
Scott here, sir.
There's no use trying
to free those men below.
A phaser, torches--
They won't cut through
the bulkheads,
nor the doors,
nor the decks.
There's something happened
to the metal.
What about the armory?
I'm there now, sir,
and you never saw
such a fine collection
of antiques in your life.
Get back to Engineering.
Try and re-establish
engine control
and talk to ordnance about
manufacturing phaser replacements.
Aye, sir.
A Claymore.
You're a beauty.
What in blazes
is going on?
Scans indicate
that our forces
and those of
the Klingons
are exactly equal
at 38 each.
The Klingons
control Deck Six
and starboard
Deck Seven,
while we control
all sections above.
Constant surveillance,
Mr. Spock.
Most curious, Captain.
There appear to be more
life-energy units here
than can be accounted for
by the presence
of the crew
plus the Klingons.
A considerable discrepancy.
Could more Klingons
have beamed aboard?
I shall attempt
a compensatory reading
of Klingon units.
Any signs of those
devils, Mr. Sulu?
All clear, Mr. Scott.
They've taken
Engineering.
I don't know how many
more are around.
We'll split up here,
try to make it back
to the bridge.
- Victory!
- Victory!
- Victory!
- Victory!
No additional Klingons
detected, Captain.
It is an alien life force,
a single entity.
I cannot ascertain
its location.
An alien life force.
We must make contact,
find out what it wants.
Readings being diverted
to the library computer
for analysis.
Computer, report.
Alien life force on board
is composed of pure energy.
Type unknown.
Actions indicate
intelligence and purpose.
What purpose?
Insufficient data
for further analysis.
A brother that
never existed.
A phantom colony.
Imaginary
distress calls.
The creation of
these... weapons.
Do you sense a pattern,
Mr. Spock?
If the alien is creating
these events, Captain,
it is apparently capable
of manipulating
matter and mind.
And now it has control
of the Enterprise
and taking us
out of the galaxy.
But why?
Captain, lam constrained
to point out
that since minds
are evidently being influenced,
we cannot know
at this moment
whether our own memories
are completely accurate
and true.
We must talk to Kang,
bury the hatchet.
An appropriate
choice of terms.
However, it is
notoriously difficult
to arrange a truce
with the Klingons
once blood has been drawn.
Truce?
Are you serious?
I've got men
in sick bay,
some of them dying.
Atrocities committed
on their persons,
and you talk about making
peace with these fiends?
If our backs were turned,
they'd jump us.
And you know what Klingons
do to prisoners--
Slave labor,
death planets, experiments!
While you're talking,
they're planning attacks.
This is a fight
to the death.
We'd better start
trying to win it!
We're attempting
to end it,
by reason, preferably.
There is an alien on board
which may have created
this situation.
Who cares what
started it?
We're in it!
Those murderers.
We should wipe out
every one of them!
The alien
is the real threat.
That's the enemy
we have to wipe out.
Sickbay calling, Doctor.
There are more wounded men
requiring your attention.
How many more men
must die
before you two begin
to act like military men
instead of fools?
[Intercom Signal]
Kirk here.
This is Kang.
There's something important
I must discuss with you.
I have captured your
engineering section
and now control
this ship's power
and life-support systems.
I have deprived all areas
except our own.
You will die
of suffocation
in the icy cold
of space.
The Enterprise is heading
out of our galaxy,
controlled
by a mysterious alien
somewhere aboard the