ship. Engineering has been taken over by Klingons who have cut off life-support systems. Mr. Sulu, get down to emergency manual control. Try to protect our life-support circuits and auxiliary power. Aye, Captain. Sir. Chekov was right, Captain. Scotty, I'm glad you've come. We should have left those fuzz-faced goons in the transporter. That's right where they belong! Scotty. Non-existence! Now they can study the Enterprise, add our technology to theirs, change the balance of power. You've jeopardized the Federation! Scotty. Easy, Mr. Scott. Keep your Vulcan hands off me. Just keep away! Your feelings might be hurt, you green-blooded half-breed! May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans? I find their illogic and foolish emotions a constant irritant. Then transfer out! Freak! Gentlemen! Spock! Scotty. Spock. Spock! Stop it! You're half human! What are we saying? What are we doing to each other? Fascinating. A result of stress? We've been under stress before. It's never set us at each other's throats. But this is war. There isn't any war! Or is there? Have we forgotten how to defend ourselves? Scotty. What's happening to us? We've been trained to think in other terms than war. We've been trained to fight its causes, if necessary. Then why are we behaving like a group of savages? Look at me. Look at me. Two forces aboard this ship, each of them equally armed. Has a war been staged for us, complete with weapons and ideology and patriotic drum beating? Even... Spock. Even... race hatred? Recent events would seem to be directed toward a magnification of the basic hostilities between humans and Klingons. Apparently, it is by design that we fight. We seem to be pawns. But what's the game? And whose? And what are the rules? It is most urgent that we locate the alien entity immediately and determine its motives and a method for halting its activities. Without sensors? All our power down? This thing could go anywhere. Yes. Mr. Sulu, report. No good, Captain. Circuits are in, but systems just aren't responding. We're getting something. Aye, Captain. Power and life-support restored. Remote's on standby. Good work. But, Captain, I didn't do it. Everything just came on by itself. Their life-support systems have resumed. Sensors may be operating. Start scanning. Let's find that alien. Holding steady. Cause them to be unsteady. They appear to be controlled from another location. Also unable to affect ship's course for return to our empire. One of Kirk's tricks. Could he bypass this circuit? What power is it that supports our battle, yet starves our victory? Power. Interrupt it at their main life-support couplings. Where? Number six deck. Come. Alien detected in the engineering section, near reactor number three. Let's go. [Door Slides Open] [Door Slides Closed] You don't die yet. You're not human... but you're very beautiful. Very... beautiful. Chekov! Jim, he's not responsible. What have I done? There's a-an alien entity aboard the ship. It's forcing us to fight. We don't know what its motive is. We're trying to find out. You must help us. Take me to Kang. A temporary truce, that's all I ask. Spock, take her. Chekov. Chekov. Is this what's in store for us, from here on in? Violence, hatred. Brain waves show almost paranoid mania. What happened? He lost control. So did l. We're becoming animal warriors. Let's go, Spock. Orderly. Jim. Johnson's heart wound is almost healed. Same with the other casualties. Sword wounds in the vital organs, massive trauma, shock-- They're all healing at a fantastic rate. It would appear that the entity wants us alive. Why? So we can fight and fight and keep coming back for more like some bloody coliseum? What's next, the roar of crowds? Perhaps human and Klingon psychologies ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Семейное дело на английском - текст Свой среди чужих, чужой среди своих на английском - текст Терминатор: Да придёт спаситель на английском - текст Милашка в розовом на английском - текст 1984 на английском |