01x15 - Shore Leave

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The ceremony will be carried
on all viewing screens, sir.

Good.

There's a call for you
from the bridge.

- Kirk here.
- Still no answer

from Earth Outpost Number 2,
captain.

And now Number 3 has gone silent.

Maintain course to Outpost 4.
Keep me informed.

Kirk out.

Since the days of
the first wooden vessels,

all shipmasters
have had one happy privilege.

That of uniting two people
in the bonds of matrimony.

And so we are gathered here today
with you, Angela Martine,

and you, Robert Tomlinson,
in the sight of your fellows,

in accordance with our laws
and our many beliefs,

- so that you may pledge your...
- Alert! Alert! All decks, alert!

Alert! Alert!
Captain to the bridge!

- All decks, alert!
- Kirk here.

Earth Outpost 4
reports they're under att*ck.

A space vessel, identity unknown.

Full ahead.
All decks, Condition Red.

All decks, Condition Red.

All decks, Condition Red.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

Captain's log, stardate 1709.2.

Patrolling outposts guarding
the Neutral Zone

between planets Romulus and Remus
and the rest of the galaxy

received emergency call
from Outpost 4.

The USS Enterprise is moving
to investigate and assist.

Outpost 4 reported under att*ck, sir.

Then message terminates.

Verified, captain.

Our speed is now maximum, sir.

Position, eight minutes from Outpost 4
at this velocity, sir.

- Scotty...
- I've already talked

to my engine room, sir.
We'll get more speed out of her.

Did Outpost 4 give anything at all
on the attacking vessel, lieutenant?

No identification, sir.

There can't be much doubt
who's attacking, sir.

Mr. Spock...

...put this star sector
on our screen.

Now show our position.

Signal this to all decks, lieutenant.

- All decks standing by, sir.
- This is the captain speaking.

In our next action, we can risk
neither miscalculation nor error

by any man aboard.

Listen carefully. Science officer.

Referring to the map on your screens,
you will note,

beyond the moving position
of our vessel,

a line of Earth outpost stations.

Constructed on asteroids,
they monitor the Neutral Zone,

established by treaty
after the Earth-Romulan Conflict

of over a century ago.

As you may recall
from your histories,

this conflict was fought,
by our standards today,

with primitive atomic weapons
and in primitive space vessels,

which allowed no quarter,
no captives.

Nor was there even ship-to-ship
visual communication.

Therefore, no human, Romulan or ally
has ever seen the other.

Earth believes the Romulans
to be warlike, cruel, treacherous.

And only the Romulans know
what they think of Earth.

The treaty, set by subspace radio,

established this Neutral Zone,

entry into which, by either side,

would constitute an act of w*r.

The treaty has been unbroken
since that time.

Captain.

What you do not know
and must now be told

is that my command orders on this
subject are precise and inviolable.

No act, no provocation...

... will be considered sufficient reason
to violate the zone.

We may defend ourselves,
but, if necessary,

to avoid interspace w*r,

both these outposts and this vessel
will be considered expendable.

Captain out.

We know Outpost 4
has been att*cked, sir,

so if we intercept
the Romulans now...

After a whole century, what will
a Romulan ship look like, Mr. Stiles?

I doubt if they'll radio
and identify themselves.

You'll know, sir. They're painted
like a giant bird of prey.

I had no idea that history
was your speciality.

Family history.

There was a Captain Stiles
in the space service then.

Two commanders,
several junior officers.

- All lost in that w*r, sir.
- Their w*r, Mr. Stiles.

Not yours.

Don't forget it.

Yes, sir.

Outpost 2 coming
into sensor range, captain.

Outpost 2 was the first
to go silent, lieutenant?

Yes, captain.
Then Outpost 3 an hour later.

Sweeping the area of Outpost 2.
Sensor reading, indefinite.

Double-checking Outpost 3.
I read dust and debris.

Both Earth outposts gone.

And the asteroids
they were constructed on...

...pulverized.

Open a channel
to our nearest command base.

Quarter-hour reports
on our position and status.

Yes, sir.

Call battle stations, Mr. Sulu.

Battle stations.
All hands to battle stations.

Battle stations. Battle stations.
All decks acknowledge.

All decks acknowledge, sir.
All stations show green.

Energize main phasers, Mr. Stiles.

- All weapons to full power.
- All weapons to full power.

Phaser Control Room,

energize. Acknowledge.

Phaser Control acknowledging.
All weapons energizing to full.

Happy wedding day. Almost.

You won't get off my hook
this easily.

I'm gonna marry you, mister,

battle or phaser weapons
notwithstanding.

Well, meanwhile,
temporarily, at least,

I'm still your superior officer.

So get with it, mister.

- Port weapons show ready.
- Starboard, midship weapons

- show ready.
- Acknowledge.

All weapons batteries ready.

Outpost 4,
now five minutes away, sir.

And showing on my sensors, captain.
At least it's still there.

Sir, regaining contact with Outpost 4.
Switching to speakers.

Out... Outpost 4.
Do you read me, Enterprise?

This is Commander Hansen.

Kirk here. We're minutes away,
Hansen. What's your status?

Outposts 2, 3 and 8 are gone.

Unknown w*apon.
Completely destroyed,

even though we were alerted.
Had our deflector shield on maximum.

Hit by enormous power.

First att*ck
blew our deflector shield.

If they hit us again
with our deflector shield gone...

- Do you read me, Enterprise?
- Confirm what hit you, Hansen.

What vessel? Identity.

Space vessel... only glimpse of...

- Can you locate the intruder for us?
- Negative.

It seems to have
disappeared somehow.

I have you on my screen now.
Switching to visual.

- Tie us in.
- Tied in, sir.

Enterprise, can you see it?

My command post here.

We're a mile deep, on an asteroid,

almost solid iron, and even
through our deflectors, it did this.

- Can you see?
- Affirmative. You're visual, Hansen.

- What do you have on the intruder?
- No identification.

No answer to our challenge.
Only a glimpse of...

Then it fired something at us.
Some form of high-energy plasma.

Fantastic power. And then
the whole vessel disappeared.

But it's out there somewhere.
Our sensors show that much.

Enterprise, something coming
on our viewing screen.

- Coming at us fast.
- Lock us onto your screen.

Switching.

Can you see it, Enterprise?
Can you see it?

It's becoming visible
in the centre of my screen.

Do you have phaser capacity?
We're still out of range.

Negative. Phasers, gone.
Weapons crew, dead.

Make a challenge.
Warn that ship off.

I'm trying to, sir.
They don't acknowledge.

Outpost 4...

...disintegrated, captain.

- Position of the intruder, Mr. Spock.
- Disappeared.

Interesting how they became visible
for just a moment.

When they opened fire.

Perhaps necessary
when they use their w*apon.

I have a blip on the motion sensor,
captain.

- Could be the intruder.
- Go to full magnification.

Screen is on full mag, sir.

I don't see anything.

I can't understand it.

Invisibility is theoretically possible,
captain.

The selective bending of light.
But the power cost is enormous.

They may have solved that problem.

Continuing to challenge, sir.
Still no response.

Discontinue.

Contact remaining outposts,
have them signal us any sightings

- or sensor readings in their area.
- Yes, sir.

Blip has changed its heading,
captain.

And in a very leisurely manoeuvre.
They may not be aware of us.

Their invisibility screen
may work both ways.

With that kind
of power consumption...

...they may not be able to see us.

His heading is now 111...

...mark 14.

The exact heading
a Romulan vessel would take, Jim,

toward the Neutral Zone... and home.

Parallel course.

Don't you mean
interception course, sir?

Negative. You and Mr. Sulu
will match course and speed

with the object on our sensors,
exactly move-for-move.

If he has sensors...

...I want him to think that we're
a reflection, an echo.

Under no circumstances
are you to cross

into the Neutral Zone
without my direct orders.

- Acknowledged, sir.
- Cancel battle stations.

- All decks, standby alert.
- Cancel battle stations, sir.

Captain, may I respectfully remind
the captain what has happened.

The Romulans have crossed
the Neutral Zone,

att*cked our outposts,
k*lled our men.

- Mr. Stiles...
- Add to that the fact

- it was a sneak att*ck.
- Mr. Stiles,

- are you questioning my orders?
- Negative, sir.

I'm pointing out that we could have
Romulan spies aboard this ship.

I agree, sir.

Respectfully recommend all decks
maintain security alert.

Very well. All decks, security alert.

Security alert, sir.

Picking up communication, sir.

- It's from their ship.
- Pipe it in.

- Sounds like code, sir.
- I have a fix on it, captain.

I believe I can lock on it,
get a picture of their bridge.

Put it on the screen.

Decoding?

- Cryptography is working on it, sir.
- Give it to Spock.

I didn't quite get that, Mr. Stiles.

- Nothing, sir.
- Repeat it.

I was suggesting that Mr. Spock
could probably translate it for you, sir.

I assume you're complimenting
Mr. Spock on his ability to decode.

I'm not sure, sir.

Well, here's one thing
you can be sure of, mister.

Leave any bigotry in your quarters.
There's no room for it on the bridge.

- Do I make myself clear?
- You do, sir.

Transmission has been cut off.

- I made a tape of it, sir.
- Very well.

Something visual ahead, captain.
At extreme range.

He's changing course, sir.

- Stay with him, helm.
- Turning, sir.

We grow visible.
Attend the cloaking system.

It consumes much power,
commander. With no enemy...

That Earth outpost called
to an Earth vessel. Now it follows us.

Which neither retreats
nor grows nearer.

Which turns as we turn.

Commander, it is our judgement
we run from a reflection.

Perhaps so,
but my judgement prevails.

Cloaking system on, sir.

It is good we approach
the Neutral Zone.

Not too soon for me
to see the stars of home.

I know they are following.

But if an Earth ship,
why does he not att*ck?

First study the enemy,
seek weakness.

If I were their commander,
that is what I would do.

My commander sent for Decius.

A message was dispatched.

- You've broken the rule of silence.
- Only in code, commander.

To inform our Praetor
of this glorious mission.

Your carelessness might have ended
this glorious mission.

You are reduced two steps in rank.
Return to post.

Take care, commander.

He has friends.

And friends of his kind mean power,
and power is danger.

Danger and I are old companions.

We've seen a hundred campaigns
together,

and still I do not understand you.

I think you do. No need to tell you what
happens the moment we reach home

with proof of the Earthmen's
weakness. And we will have proof.

The Earth commander will follow,
he must,

and when he att*cks,
we will destroy him.

Our gift to the homeland,
another w*r.

If we are the strong,
is this not the signal for w*r?

Must it always be so?

How many comrades
have we lost in this way?

Our portion, commander...

...is obedience.
- Obedience!

Duty.

Death and more death.

Soon even enough
for the Praetor's taste.

Centurion...

...I find myself wishing for destruction
before we can return.

Worry not.

Like you, I am too well-trained
in my duty to permit it.

Continue evasive manoeuvres.

Now, back to the first course.

They're turning, sir.
We're staying with them.

Steady on 111, mark 14.

Back on their original course, captain.
Toward the Neutral Zone.

What's our position, navigator?

We'll enter the Neutral Zone
in less than an hour, sir.

Assuming, of course,
that we don't turn back.

We now have aboard debris
from Outpost 4, captain.

Bring it to the Briefing Room.
Are you ready, gentlemen?

From the outpost's protective shield.

Cast rodinium.

This is the hardest substance
known to our science.

The lab theorizes
an enveloping energy plasma,

forcing an implosion.

Comments?

Obviously their weaponry
is superior to ours,

and they have
a practical invisibility screen.

You're discussing tactics.

Do you realise
what this really comes down to?

Millions and millions of lives
hanging on what this vessel does next.

Or on what this vessel
fails to do, doctor.

Yes, well, gentlemen, the question
still remains, can we engage them

with a reasonable possibility
of victory?

No question.
Their power is simple impulse.

- Meaning we can outrun them.
- To be used in chasing them

or retreating, sir.

Go ahead, Mr. Stiles.
I called this session for opinions.

- We have to att*ck immediately.
- Explain.

They're still on our side
of the Neutral Zone.

There would be no doubt
they broke the treaty.

att*ck? Without a visible target?

- How do we aim our phasers?
- Aim with sensors.

Not accurate,
but if we blanket them, we...

And hope for a lucky sh*t
before they zero in on us?

And if we don't?

Once back, they'll report
that we saw their weapons and ran.

And if they could report
that they destroyed us?

These are Romulans!

You run away from them,
and you guarantee w*r.

They'll be back, not just one ship
but with everything they've got.

You know that, Mr. Science Officer.
You're the expert in these people.

But you've always left out
that one point. Why?

I'm very interested in why.

Sit down, mister.

I agree. att*ck.

Are you suggesting
we fight to prevent a fight?

Based on what?

Memories of a w*r
over a century ago?

On theories about a people
we've never even met face to face?

We know what they look like.

Yes, indeed we do, Mr. Stiles.
And if the Romulans are an offshoot

of my Vulcan blood...
And I think this likely.

- Then att*ck becomes
even more imperative.

- w*r is never imperative, Mr. Spock.
- It is for them, doctor.

Vulcan, like Earth, had its aggressive,
colonizing period.

Savage, even by Earth standards.

And if the Romulans
retained this martial philosophy,

then weakness is something
we dare not show.

Do you want a galactic w*r
on your conscience?

- Captain to bridge.
- This is Uhura, captain.

- What's our position?
- Course unchanged, sir.

Estimating treaty boundary
in 21 minutes.

Are you continuing
to broadcast tactical reports?

- Affirmative, captain.
- And at this distance?

Approximately three hours

before receiving a reply
to our first message.

Thank you, lieutenant.
Check our course ahead, Mr. Spock.

A comet, magnitude 7, dead ahead.

And the intruder
changing course toward it.

- Comet Icarus 4. Composition?
- Quite ordinary.

An ionized mass,
a trail of frozen vapour particles.

And when an object passes through it,
even an invisible object...

It leaves a visible trail.

Our chance, gentlemen.

Prepare to att*ck.
All hands battle stations.

I hope we won't need
your services, Bones.

Amen to that.
You're taking a big gamble, Jim.

Battle status.

All stations manned, captain.

Phaser weapons energized,
set for proximity blast.

Intruder now bearing directly
for comet's tail.

Plot his exact point of entry,
Mr. Stiles.

Computed. On the board, sir.

The moment he begins entering
the comet's tail, he becomes visible.

End run, gentlemen.

We'll swing around the other side
and catch him at that moment.

Acknowledged, captain.

He's maintaining that bearing,
captain.

Let's get him, Mr. Sulu.

How pleasing to the eye it is.

Behold a marvel in the darkness.

You spoke of entrapment.

Its many particles will obscure
their sensing device, Centurion.

We enter it, commander.

Once fully obscured, we will turn
suddenly back upon our adversary.

At last, the screen is clear,
commander.

- Clear?
- Our reflection no longer follows us.

Escape manoeuvre one! Quickly!

- We're losing sensor contact, captain.
- Steady as she goes.

Phaser crews ready?

- Phaser crew signal ready, sir.
- He'll only be visible for a moment.

Stand by.

Sir, nothing in...

- At the last moment, he must...
- Must have guessed our move.

- Hard to starboard, helm!
- Hard to starboard.

He did exactly what I would've done.

I won't underestimate him again.

Now, fire blind. Lay down a pattern.

Traverse pattern. All phasers fire.

- Phaser one, fire.
- Phaser one, fire.

- Phaser two, fire.
- Phaser two, fire.

Divert all power to weapons.

Phaser overload.
Control-circuit burnout.

- It'll take time to correct, sir.
- Captain, are they surrendering?

Full astern! Emergency warp speed!

- Do we have emergency warp?
- Full power, sir. It's still overtaking us.

If we can get one phaser working,
sir, one sh*t will detonate it.

Navigation?

Estimate it will overtake us
in two minutes, sir.

- Phasers, Mr. Spock?
- Impossible, captain.

Feed this to the space recorder
and jettison immediately.

Captain, should I continue
log entry or..?

Yeoman...

- Affirmative, continue log entries.
- Yes, sir.

Ten seconds to impact.

Captain, it's dissipating, sir.

It must have a range limit.

Five, four, three,

two, one, impact.

Limited range.

Phasers operational, captain.

Intruder bearing 111, mark 14.

Back to his old course.

He may think we're destroyed,
captain.

I wouldn't make that assumption.

I don't think their captain will either.

Intruder holding steady.
Course 111, mark 14.

Same as before, Mr. Sulu.

Stay with him.

Commander, the reflection returns.

- Activate our cloak.
- Commander, our fuel runs low.

Quickly!

The Earth vessel?

- Impossible.
- It moves as we move.

Its commander is not one
to repeat a mistake.

We'll enter the Neutral Zone
in one minute, captain.

- Do we violate the treaty, captain?
- They did, doctor.

Once inside, they can claim
we did. A setup.

They want w*r,
we furnish the provocation.

We're still on our side, captain.

Let's get them while we are.
Before we enter the Neutral Zone.

Full ahead, Mr. Sulu,
maximum warp.

Ahead, sir, maximum.

- Phasers, stand by.
- Sir, at this distance?

We know their Achilles' heel,
Mr. Stiles.

Their w*apon
takes all their energy.

They must become visible
in order to launch it.

A phaser hit at this distance
would be the wildest stroke of luck.

I'm aware of that, Mr. Stiles.

- Are phasers ready?
- Phasers show ready, sir.

- Commander!
- Evasive action.

The Earth ship again.

Twenty seconds
to Neutral Zone, sir.

Lieutenant Uhura...

...inform Command Base.

In my opinion, no option.

On my responsibility...

...we are proceeding
into the Neutral Zone.

Steady as we go, Mr. Sulu.
Continue f*ring.

Commander, they stay within range.

- I will tend to the Centurion.
- No need.

Centurion is dead.

Why don't we fire, commander?

No.

No, he's shrewd,
this starship commander.

He tries to make us waste energy.

He has estimated we
have only enough...

It is time.

- All debris into disposal tubes.
- Yes, commander.

The body of the Centurion too.

Forgive me, my old friend...

...but I must use all my experience
now to get home.

Motion-sensor signal stopped.

- Cease-fire.
- Debris scattering ahead, sir.

- We've hit them.
- Mr. Spock?

Vessel wreckage.
Metal moulds, conduit, plastiform...

...and a body, captain. However...

- However?
- An insufficient mass, sir.

- What?
- Simple debris.

Not a vessel, a trick.

- Go to sensor probes.
- Nothing, sir.

No motion out there at all.

We've lost them, captain.

Captain's log, stardate 1709.6.

We are at the Neutral Zone.

Have lost contact with the intruder.

No reaction on our motion sensors,

but believe the Romulan vessel
to be somewhere close by

with all engines
and systems shut down.

The Enterprise is also playing
the silent waiting game

in hope of regaining contact.

Captain.

I must make further repairs on the
transfer coil. It's giving out again.

All right, Mr. Spock. Work quietly.

Now 20 full cycles, commander.
Still no sign.

I say he's been fooled.
He must've gone on.

He is there. Somewhere. I feel it.

Captain's log, supplemental.

Now motionless
for nine hours, 47 minutes.

Can I get you something
from the galley, sir?

Coffee, at least?

Thank you, yeoman.

Bring it to the bridge.
I'll be there in a moment.

Yes, sir.

I wish I were on a long
sea voyage somewhere.

Not too much deck tennis,
no frantic dancing

and no responsibility.

Why me?

I look around that bridge...

...and I see the men waiting for me
to make the next move.

And, Bones...

...what if I'm wrong?

- Captain...
- I don't really expect an answer.

But I've got one.

Something I seldom say to a...

...customer, Jim.

In this galaxy,

there's a mathematical probability
of 3 million Earth-type planets.

And in all of the universe,

3 million million galaxies like this.

And in all of that...

...and perhaps more...

...only one of each of us.

Don't destroy the one named Kirk.

- What?
- It's all right.

It's all right.

A signal, commander.

We have him. Move toward him.

Power on.

Reverse course.
He'll try to slip under us.

- Lateral power, sir.
- Coming around, sir.

Phasers, fire.

Phasers, fire.

How, commander? How?

He's a sorcerer, that one.
He reads the thoughts in my brain.

Our fuel supply all but gone,
and he stays out of reach.

We are beaten. Can it be true?

The Praetor's finest
and proudest flagship, beaten!

Perhaps we can yet save
your Praetor's pride for him.

More debris into the tubes!
Decius,

do we have some of the old-style
nuclear warheads aboard?

Yes, commander,
but only for self-destruction.

Place one in with the debris.
Proximity fuse.

Yes, commander. At once.

More wreckage, sir,
scattering across our path.

- Cease-fire.
- Debris on our scanners.

- Analysis, quickly.
- Same type as before, sir.

Except one metal-cased object.

Helm, hard over.

- Phasers, fire. Point-blank.
- Phasers, fire!

Glorious. Glorious!

Now we go home.

They are at our mercy.

Commander...

...I remind you of your duty.

- Captain to Sickbay.
- McCoy here.

- Casualties?
- Twenty-two so far.

Mainly radiation burns,
mostly from the ship's outer areas.

Could've been
much, much worse, captain.

Thank you, doctor.

- Report, Mr. Spock.
- Nuclear device of some kind, sir.

Our phasers detonated it

- less than 100 metres away.
- Ship damage?

Mainly overloads
and circuit burnouts.

- Weapons status.
- Only the Forward Phaser Room.

- Fully operable, Scotty?
- Yes, sir.

But Specialist Tomlinson
is manning it alone.

No standby crew available.

Sir, my first assignment
was in Weapons Control.

Go. Lieutenant Uhura,
take over navigation.

Yes, captain.

We have engine power now,
captain,

if you'd like to move off,
make repairs.

No, no.

Maybe we can pull them back
to our side of the Neutral Zone.

Hold our position.

Play dead.

Still no sign of movement.

We have damaged ourselves.
Our fuel reserve is gone.

And it is our duty
to crush the Praetor's enemies.

I do not trust their captain.

We are in the Neutral Zone.
They will not enter.

If you refuse, permit me the glory
of the k*ll, commander.

We will att*ck...

...but on my order.

Damage reports, Mr. Stiles.

- Negative.
- Will you require any assistance here?

This time, we'll handle things
without your help, Vulcan.

Tomlinson...

Enemy vessel becoming visible, sir.

Forward phasers, stand by.

Fire.

Fire!

Stiles, can you hear me? Fire!

Fire! Stiles, can you hear me? Fire!

Fire!

Stiles, can you hear me? Fire!

Stiles!

They're f*ring at us!

Mr. Sulu, prepare to move in
on the Romulan vessel.

Ship-to-ship, Uhura.

- Put this on the screen.
- Hailing frequencies open, sir.

Captain...

...standing by to beam
your survivors aboard our ship.

Prepare to abandon your vessel.

No.

No, it is not our way.

I regret that we meet in this way.

You and I are of a kind.

In a different reality

I could've called you "friend."

What purpose will it serve to die?

We are creatures of duty, captain.

I have lived my life by it.

Just one more duty to perform.

- You all right, Mr. Spock?
- Very well. Thank you, captain.

- And you, Mr. Stiles?
- I'm alive, sir.

But I wouldn't be.

Mr. Spock, he pulled me out
of the Phaser Room.

Saved my life.
He risked his life, and after l...

I saved a trained navigator
so that he could return to duty.

I am capable of no other feelings
in such matters.

- How many men did we lose, Bones?
- Only one.

Tomlinson, the boy who
was gonna get married this morning.

His fiancée is at the chapel now.

We finally received an answer
from Command Base, sir.

They say they'll support
whatever decision you have to make.

It never makes any sense.

We both have to know
that there was a reason.

I'm all right.