Enterprise.
It's all right, Captain.
The turbulence
has abated.
I think you'll find
the orbit lock's broken as well.
Assess damage and repair
whatever is necessary.
Aye, Captain.
I can't
thank you enough,
not only for Platonius,
but for myself.
No thanks is necessary.
Alexander, show our guests
to the south wing.
Oh, we must return
to the ship.
I better wait
until the fever breaks.
Well...in that case,
we'll stay.
Anything you want,
Just ask me.
Anything.
Thank you.
You saved my life.
I think I should
tell you that--
Tell me what?
Well, just that I never knew
any people like you existed.
Where is everyone?
They're all
in chambers...
meditating.
Alexander...
are there other
Platonians like you?
What do you mean,
like me?
Who don't have
the psychokinetic ability.
I thought you were
talking about my size...
because they make fun of me
for my size.
But, um, to answer
your question,
I'm the only one
without it.
I was brought here
as the court buffoon.
That's why I'm
everybody's slave
and I never do
anything right.
How does one
obtain the power?
I imagine it just comes to you
sometime after birth.
They say
I'm a throwback,
and I am,
and so are you.
Sorry. I shouldn't
have said that.
Don't worry about it.
We're happy without it.
You know,
I believe you are.
Listen,
where you come from,
are there a lot of people
without the power and my size?
Alexander,
where I come from,
size, shape, or colour
makes no difference,
and nobody
has the power.
Nobody?
Uh, s-somebody wants me.
Captain, it will be
very gratifying to leave here.
That might not be easy
should Parmen die.
Even if he shouldn't.
Yes.
This utopia of theirs
is the best-kept secret
in the galaxy.
Screening themselves
from our sensors,
locking us
into orbit--
all this adds up
to a pattern.
Jim,
my concoction
actually worked.
The fever's broken.
And what recuperative powers.
The infection's begun
to drain already.
Dr. McCoy, you may yet
cure the common cold.
Never be a better time
to get out of here.
Kirk to Enterprise.
Scotty, come in.
Scott here, sir.
Prepare to beam us up.
Afraid I can't, sir.
Everything's frozen.
The turbulence
hit that hard?
It's not the turbulence, sir.
Damage is minimal.
What caused it?
I don't know, sir,
and those
are the facts.
Did you get into space?
No, sir. The orbit's locked
tighter than ever,
and subspace communication
with Starfleet,
it's completely severed.
All right, Scotty.
I'll handle it
down here. Stand by.
" Great Pan
sounds his horn "
" Marking time
to the rhyme "
" With his hoof
with his hoof"
" Forward, forward
in our plan "
" We proceed
as we began "
Brekekekekx...
brekekekekx...
koooax.
Your Excellency.
Parmen will do.
Philosopher kings
have no need of titles.
I'd like to know why
the ship's instrumentation
and weaponry is frozen...
and why it's
locked in orbit.
Captain, please.
You are mistaken,
I assure you.
Parmen, I've talked
to the engineer aboard the ship.
We've showed
our good faith.
Now you show yours.
Release the ship immediately.
The amenities, Captain.
Allow me to remind you that I am
the head of this principality.
Guests do not come
barging in here,
making demands
and issuing orders.
Guests?
You don't know
the meaning of the word.
Guests aren't treated
like common prisoners.
Do not take
that tone with me.
Oh!
Oh!
Kirk to Enterprise.
Acknowledge.
Acknowledge.
Enterprise, come in.
Enterpri--
I can't raise them.
Obviously Parmen
does not wish
any contact made
with the Enterprise.
He may need
additional medication.
Why prevent contact?
To squelch knowledge of his brutal
treatment of a Starfleet captain.
No.
One thing's certain--
Parmen isn't concerned
with my dignity or safety.
Agreed, Captain.
And Parmen wouldn't have
treated you so brutally
if he had any intention
of releasing you or the Enterprise.
Where are you going?
I don't know.
I