02x23 - The Omega Glory

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Approaching planet Omega IV, sir.

Object ahead.

Another vessel in planet orbit,
captain.

- Lieutenant, sound alert.
- Aye, sir.

All decks report ready, sir.

Long-range sensor scan, Mr. Sulu.

It's the USS Exeter, sir.

- Try to contact her, lieutenant.
- Aye, sir.

The Exeter.

She was patrolling in this area
six months ago.

I hadn't heard of any trouble.

Receiving no response
to our signal, sir.

The sensors indicate no damage
to the vessel, captain.

I see.

Magnification factor three, Mr. Sulu.

Hold our position out here, Mr. Sulu.

Lieutenant, have Mr. Spock,
Dr. McCoy and Lieutenant Galloway

report to the Transporter Room.
We'll board and investigate.

We're locked onto
the Exeter's Engineering Section.

Phasers on heavy stun.

Energize.

Captain.

Just the uniforms left.

- As if they were in them when...
- Exactly.

When what?

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 civilisations,

to boldly go where no man
has gone before.

This is Captain Kirk
of the USS Enterprise.

Is there anyone onboard?

If there is, and you can hear me,

please respond by intercom
to the Engineering Section.

Is there anyone onboard?

Spock here, captain.

Lieutenant Galloway and I
are checking out the lower levels.

There seems to be no one aboard,
only uniforms.

What about the shuttlecraft?

Galloway on the Hangar Deck, sir.
All four of the craft are still here.

If they left,
they didn't leave that way.

Dr. McCoy and I are going
to the Bridge. Meet us there.

Captain's log,
aboard the USS Exeter,

commanded by Ron Tracey,

one of the most experienced captains
in the Starfleet.

What could have happened to him

and the over 400 men and women
who were on this ship?

The helm was left on a*t*matic, sir.

Fascinating.

Spock, play the last log tape.

Maybe they had time to record
what happened to them.

Aye, sir.

Jim, the analysis of this so far is

potassium 35 percent,
carbon 18 percent,

phosphorus 1.0, calcium 1.5.

Jim, the crew didn't leave.
They're still here.

What do you mean?

These white crystals.
That's what's left of the human body

when you take the water away, which
makes up 96 percent of our bodies.

Without water, we're all just
3 or 4 pounds of chemicals.

Something crystallised them
down to this.

I have their surgeon's log, captain.

Their last log entry, captain,
on-screen.

If... If you've come
aboard this ship...

... you're dead men.

Don't go back to your own ship.

You have one chance.
Get down there.

Get down there fast.
Captain Tracey is...

Prepare to beam down
to the planet's surface, fast.

Put the axe away, Liyang.

That's Ron Tracey.

Ron.

I knew someone would come
looking for us.

I'm just sorry it had to be you, Jim.
I'm glad your arrival stopped this.

No more of this, Wu.
Lock up the savages.

- They carry fire boxes.
- I said, lock up the savages.

The prisoners are called Yangs.

Impossible even
to communicate with.

Hordes of them out there.
They'll att*ck anything that moves.

Interesting that the villagers
know about phasers.

You were left alone down here, Ron.
What happened?

Our metascanners revealed this planet
as perfectly harmless.

The villagers, the Kohms here,
were friendly enough

once they got over the shock
of my white skin.

As you've seen,
we resemble the Yangs, the savages.

My landing party transported back
to the ship.

I stayed down here to arrange for

the planet survey
with the village elders.

The next thing I knew,
the ship was calling me.

The landing party
had taken an unknown disease back.

- My crew, Jim. My entire crew gone.
- Yes, I know. We saw it.

And I'm just as infected
as they were.

As you are.

But I stayed alive
because I stayed down here.

There's some natural immunization

that protects everyone on the planet's
surface. I don't know what it is.

Lucky we found that log report.
If we'd gone back to the Enterprise...

You'd be dying by now,

along with the rest
of the Enterprise crew.

You'll stay alive
only as long as you stay here.

None of us
will ever leave this planet.

Captain's log, supplemental.

The Enterprise has left the Exeter
and has moved into close planet orbit.

Although it appears the infection may
strand us here the rest of our lives,

I face an even more
difficult problem:

The growing belief that
Captain Tracey has been interfering

with the evolution of life
on this planet.

It seems impossible.
A Star captain's most solemn oath

is that he will give his life,
even his entire crew,

rather than violate
the Prime Directive.

Tell the lab the final reading
on our tissue is Y3X.004.

And I can use
a second blood-analyser unit.

We'll beam it down shortly, doctor.

Enterprise out.

Our tissues definitely show
a massive infection, Jim.

But something is immunizing us
down here, thank heavens,

or we'd have been dead hours ago.

I don't think we're gonna
have time to isolate it, Bones.

The problem is it could be anything.

Some spores, or pollen in the air,
some chemical.

Just finding it could take months,
maybe even years.

And I've only got one lead.

The infection resembles one
developed by Earth

during their bacteriological-warfare
experiments in the 1990s.

Hard to believe we were once foolish
enough to play around with that.

The Yang lance, doctor.

- You all right?
- Bruised only.

We were approximately
100 metres from the village

when five of the savages
ambushed us.

We managed to escape
without f*ring.

Spock, do you see any hope that
these Yangs can be reasoned with?

- A truce, a parley, a...
- No, captain.

They're too wild.
They act almost insane.

Captain Tracey is being quite factual
in several statements.

One, the Yangs
are totally contemptuous of death.

They seem incredibly vicious.

Two, he is also being factual

in that the Yangs are massing
for an att*ck.

There are signs of thousands of them
in the foothills beyond.

However, he was less than truthful
in one very important matter.

Phaser power packs.

Captain Tracey's
reserve belt packs. Empty.

Found among the remains
of several hundred Yang bodies.

Fool.

A smaller att*ck on this village
a week ago,

driven off by Captain Tracey
with his phaser.

I have found villagers
who will corroborate it.

Now, wait a minute.

He lost his ship and his crew.
And then he found himself

the only thing standing
between an entire village

of pleasant, peaceful people...

Regulations are quite harsh,
but they are also quite clear, captain.

If you do not act,
you will be considered equally guilty.

Without a serum,
we're trapped here with the villagers.

Now, why destroy what's left
of the man by arresting him?

I agree that formal charges
have little meaning now.

However, you must at least
confiscate his phaser.

The fool.

Starfleet should be made aware...

I'll be sending
the next message, Jim.

Enterprise, come in.

Enterprise Bridge,
Lieutenant Uhura.

Captain Tracey of the Exeter.

Yes, sir. Captain Kirk informed us
earlier you had survived.

I'm afraid I have some
bad news for you.

Your captain and landing party
must have beamed down

too late for full immunization.

They've been found unconscious,

but I am doing everything
I can for them now.

Sir, this is Lieutenant Sulu,

in temporary command
of the Enterprise.

Our whole medical staff
will volunteer to beam down.

There is no point
in risking more lives, lieutenant.

Since I have acquired some immunity,
perhaps the others...

Sulu!

At their next word, k*ll him.

Repeat your message.
Come in, landing party.

Repeat your message.

I am sorry, lieutenant.
Your captain's feverish, quite delirious.

I understand, sir.
When he regains consciousness,

assure him
that we have no problems here.

I'll contact you later,
let you know of any future needs.

Landing party out.

That's enough of that, captain.

Leave us.

Captain Ronald Tracey,

as per Starfleet Command
Regulation 7, Paragraph 4...

I must now consider myself
under arrest,

unless in the presence
of the most senior fellow officers

presently available

I give satisfactory answer
to those charges which you now bring,

et cetera, et cetera.

Those were the first words
duty required you to say to me,

and you've said them.
You're covered.

Now, suppose we go on
to the next subject?

Which is why?

Good. Direct, succinct.

Answer:

No native to this planet
has ever had any trace

of any kind of disease.

How long would a man live
if all disease were erased, Jim?

Wu.

Tell Captain Kirk your age.

Age? I have seen 42 years
of the red bird. My eldest brother...

Their year of the red bird
comes once every 11 years,

which he's seen 42 times.
Multiply it.

Wu is 462 years old.

His father is well over 1,000.

Interested, Jim?

McCoy could verify all that.

He will, if you order it.

We must have a doctor
researching this.

Are you grasping all it means?

This immunizing agent here,
once we've found it,

is a fountain of youth.

Virtual immortality,
or as much as any man will ever want.

For sale by...

Out.

By those who own the serum.

McCoy will eventually isolate it.

Meanwhile, you inform your ship
your situation is impossible.

Order them away.

When we're ready, we'll bargain
for a whole fleet of ships to pick us up.

And they'll do it.

Yes, I suppose they would.

But we've got to stay alive.

Let the Yangs k*ll us
and destroy what we have to offer,

and we'll have committed a crime
against all humanity.

I'd say that's slightly more important
than the Prime Directive,

wouldn't you, Jim?

It's a very interesting proposition.
Let me think it over.

Guards.

Take the doctor back to his workplace.
The pointed-eared one stays.

And, Wu, tell your men
we'll be leaving soon.

We'll be in ambush for the Yangs,

with many fire boxes this time.

What do you think of that, Jim?

Animals who happen to look like us.

You still think the Prime Directive
is for this planet?

I don't think we have the right
or the wisdom to interfere,

however a planet is evolving.

Well, if logic won't work,
perhaps this will.

Put him in there.

Don't they ever rest?

Not that I have observed, captain.

Of course,
should they wish to do so,

one could always rest
while the other keeps you occupied.

Thank you, Spock.

- Tell me why you want to k*ll me.
- Good. Try to reason with them.

Keep trying, captain.
Their behaviour is highly illogical.

No point in repeating that it's illogical,
Spock, I'm quite aware of it.

- Pity you can't teach me that.
- I have tried, captain.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Captain, I've managed
to loosen this grille somewhat.

- If the mortar on yours is as old...
- I can't even get at it.

They'd be on me in a moment.

Keep talking, Spock.
Don't let me doze off.

Captain Tracey mentioned there was
once a considerable civilisation here.

The only reasonable explanation
would be a w*r,

a nuclear devastation
or a bacteriological holocaust.

That's a very interesting theory.

The yellow civilisation
is almost destroyed.

The white civilisation is destroyed.

Keep working on the window, if we're
ever gonna regain our freedom.

Freedom?

Freedom?

- Spock.
- Yes, I heard, captain.

That is a worship word, Yang worship.
You will not speak it.

Well, well, well.

It is our worship word too.

You live with the Kohms.

Am I not now a prisoner of the Kohms,
as you are?

Why did you not speak until now?

You speak to Kohms.

You are only for k*lling.

Spock, we'll have you out
in a minute.

Captain?

Captain.

Captain, are you able to respond?

Spock?

Out for how long?

Seven hours
and eight minutes, captain.

Seven hours and...

...eight...

Spock. Keys.

I'll have you out in a minute.

- Oh, good morning, Jim.
- Good morning.

We can contact the ship
in a few moments, captain,

- if I can cross-circuit this unit.
- Good.

- Did you find out anything?
- Yes.

I'm convinced that, once,
there was a frightening biological w*r

that existed here.
The virus still exists.

Then, over the years, nature built up
these natural immunizing agents

in the food, the water and the soil.

The w*r created an imbalance,
and nature counterbalanced.

There is a disease here that affected
the Exeter landing party and us.

That's right.
These immunizing agents take time.

And that's the real tragedy.

Had the Exeter landing party
stayed here just a few hours longer,

they never would have d*ed.

Then we can leave
anytime we want to.

Tracey is of the opinion
that these immunizing agents

can become a fountain of youth.

There are people here
over 1,000 years old, Bones.

Survival of the fittest.

Because their ancestors, who survived,
had to have a superior resistance.

Then they built up these
powerful protective antibodies

in the blood during the wars.

Now, if you want to destroy
a civilisation or a whole world,

perhaps your descendants
might develop a longer life.

But I hardly think it's worth it.

Then anything you develop here
as a result of all this is useless.

Who knows? It might eventually cure
the common cold.

But lengthen lives? Poppycock.

I can do more for you if you just
eat right and exercise regularly.

Ready, captain. Quite crude.

Voice communication
will not be possible,

but we can signal the ship.

All that bloodshed for nothing.

That'll be sufficient, Mr. Spock.

No messages.

Kirk, the savage in the cell with you...

...did you set him free?
The savage, Kirk.

You sent him to warn the tribes.
The Yangs must have been warned.

They sacrificed hundreds
just to draw us out in the open.

And then they came and they came.

We drained four of our phasers,
and they still came.

We k*lled thousands,
and they still came.

He'll live, but I'll have to get him
to better facilities than this.

Impossible.

You can't carry the disease
up to the ship with you.

He's fully immunized now.
We all are.

We can beam up at any time.
Any of us.

You've isolated the serum?

There's no serum!
There are no miracles!

There's no immortality here!
All this is for nothing!

Explain it to him, doctor.

Leave medicine to medical men,
captain.

You found no fountain of youth here.

People live longer here now
because it's natural for them to.

Outside!

Or I'll burn down
both your friends now.

Do what you can for him, doctor.

- Where is everybody?
- Dead or in hiding.

Now let's see how eager
you are to die. Call your ship.

I need your help, Kirk.
They're going to att*ck the village.

My phaser is almost drained.
We need new, fresh ones.

You're not gonna stand there
and let them k*ll you.

If I put a w*apon in your hand,
you'll fight, won't you?

We can beam up, Tracey. All of us.

I want five phasers. No, ten.

With three extra power packs each.

All right.

- Kirk to Enterprise.
- Captain. Are you all right now?

Yes, quite all right.
I'd like ten phasers beamed down

with three extra power packs,
please.

- Have you got that?
- Say again.

Enterprise, do you read me?

Captain, this is Sulu. We read you.

But surely you know
that can't be done without verification.

Not even if we're in danger,
Mr. Sulu?

Captain, we have volunteers
standing by to beam down.

- What is your situation?
- The situation...

...is not immediately dangerous.

Have the volunteers stand by.
Kirk out.

You have a well-trained Bridge crew,
captain.

My compliments.

Spock?

I am weak, captain,
but not in difficulty.

He must have attention soon.

My need for attention is vital, doctor,

but our need for departure
is even more immediate.

If my ancestors were forced out
of the cities,

into the deserts, the hills...

Yes, I see, captain.

They would have
learned to wear skins,

adopted stoic mannerisms,

learned the bow and the lance.

Living like Indians,

finally even looking
like the American Indian.

Ameri...

Yangs.

Yanks.

Spock, Yankees.

Kohms.

Communists.

The parallel is almost too close,
captain.

It would mean they fought the w*r
your Earth avoided.

And in this case, the Asiatics won
and took over this planet.

But if it were true,

all these generations of Yanks,
fighting to regain their land...

You're a romantic, Jim.

That which is ours, is ours again.

It will never be taken from us again.

They can be handled, Jim.
Together it'll be easy.

I caution you, gentlemen,
don't fight me here. I'll win.

Or, at worst,
I'll drag you down with me.

I am Cloud William, Chief,
also Son of Chief,

Guardian of the Holies,
Speaker of the Holy Words,

leader of warriors.

Many have d*ed...

...but this is the last
of the Kohm places.

What is ours, is ours again.

And to the Republic for which
it stands, one nation under God,

indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.

He spoke the holy word.

You know many
of our high-worship words.

- How?
- In my land we have a tribe like you.

- Where is your tribe?
- Up there.

One of those points of light
that you see at night.

Why are you here?
Were you cast out?

You're confusing the stars
with heaven.

He was cast out.

Don't you recognise the Evil One?

Who else would trick you
with your own sacred words?

Let your god strike me dead if I lie.

But he won't,
because I speak for him.

Yet you k*lled many Yangs.

- You tried to k*ll me.
- We're not gods. We're not evil ones.

We're men, like yourselves.

Would a man know your holy words?

Could a man use them to trick you?

See his servant...

...his face, his eyes, his ears.

Do the Yang legends describe
this servant of the Evil One?

Are your faces alike?

Can you tell from them which of you
is good, and which of you is evil?

You command him.
Everyone has seen that.

Do you want more proof?

He has no heart.

His heart is different.
The internal organs of a Vulcan are...

Bring him.

He has no heart.

One of them lies.

But which?
If we should k*ll the good,

the evil would be among us.

There is a way.

The Greatest of Holies.

Chiefs and Sons of Chiefs
may speak the words.

The Evil One's tongue
would surely turn to fire.

I will begin...

...you shall finish.

Those words are familiar.
Wait a moment.

He fears to speak them,

for indeed his tongue
would burn with fire.

Force him!
k*ll his servant unless he speaks,

so that we may see
if the words burn him.

No, wait!

There's a better way.

Does not your sacred book promise
that good is stronger than evil?

Yes, it is written.

Good shall always destroy evil.

It is written.

The fight is done when one is dead.

Spock, I've found
that evil usually triumphs,

unless good is very, very careful.

- Spock, we've gotta do something.
- I'm open to suggestions, doctor.

What are you doing?

I'm making a suggestion.

k*ll him.
It is written: Good must destroy evil.

- We picked up communicator signals...
- We'll discuss that later, lieutenant.

Leslie, free Dr. McCoy
and Mr. Spock.

- Put Captain Tracey under arrest.
- Aye, sir.

Well, Cloud William.

You are great God's servant.
We are your slaves.

Get up. Face me.

When you would not say
the holy words

of the E'ed Plebnista, I doubted you.

I did not recognise those words.
You said them so badly...

...without meaning.

No, only the eyes of a chief
may see the E'ed Plebnista.

This was not written for chiefs.

Hear me. Hear this.

Among my people,
we carry many such words as this,

from many lands, many worlds.

Many are equally good
and are as well respected.

But wherever we have gone,

no words have said
this thing of importance...

...in quite this way.

Look at these three words
written larger than the rest

with a special pride
never written before or since.

Tall words, proudly saying:

"We the people."

That which you call E'ed Plebnista,

was not written for the chiefs, or kings,
or warriors, or the rich, or powerful,

but for all the people.

Down the centuries you have slurred
the meaning of the words.

"We, the people
of the United States,

in order to form
a more perfect union,

establish justice,
insure domestic tranquillity,

provide for the common defence,
promote the general welfare,

and secure the blessings of liberty,

to ourselves and our posterity,

do ordain and establish
this constitution."

These words
and the words that follow

were not written only for the Yangs

- but for the Kohms as well.
- For Kohms?

They must apply to everyone,
or they mean nothing.

Do you understand?

I do not fully understand,
one named Kirk.

But the holy words will be obeyed.
I swear it.

There's no question
about his guilt, captain.

But does our involvement here
also constitute a violation

of the Prime Directive?

We merely showed them the meaning
of what they were fighting for.

Liberty and freedom have to be more
than just words.

Gentlemen, the fighting is over here.

I suggest we leave them to discover
their history and their liberty.