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He have any special dietary requirements...?
He'll eat potroast and like it.
Go you Huskies?
You bet your life.
Transporters Room and Chief Engineer Scott report trans porter system fully repaired and now functioning normally, sir.
Dock signals clear, Captain.
Dock control reports ready, sir.
Helm ready, sir.
Negative helm control, Captain! Going reverse on impulse power...!
Subspace frequencies are jammed by Wormhole effect!
Starfleet signals, sir, growing in strength... They have Intruder on their monitors it's decelerating powerfield cloud beginning to dissipate...
Confirm, Captain. Lunar beacons indicate Intruder on a course into Earth orbit...
The third one is moving off too a fourth one is forming...
<U>Urgent</U> signal from Starfleet, Captain! <U>All</U> Earth defense systems have gone dead.
Starfleet has been apprised of our situation, Captain.
Tractor beam remains constant...
Captain, we need further Warp simulation on the flow sensors...
Engineer, we need Warp speed now!
Warp Drive as soon as possible, Mr. Scott.
Captain, it was our antimatter imbalance that created the wormhole in the first place. It will happen again if we don't correct it.
That object out there is less than two days from Earth, Mister Scott. We've got to intercept while it still is out there!
Aye, we understand that sir! We're doing our best.
Engineering... Status, Mr. Scott?
We're ready, sir.
Thank you, Scotty. Stand by.
You've received your appointment as Enterprise Science Officer?
Based, I am told, on your recommendation, Admiral. Thank you.
Why aren't you on board?
Captain Decker requested I complete final Science briefing here before...
Here at Starfleet...? The Enterprise is in final preparation to leave dock...
Which will require twenty more hours at minimum, Admiral...
Twelve! I'm on my way to a meeting with Admiral Nogura which will not last more than three minutes. Report to me on the Enterprise in one hour.
To you, sir?
I intend to be there following that meeting. Report to me. One hour!
Reporting as ordered, Captain.
Sit down, please.
Sir, I would appreciate Dr. McCoy absenting himself from this interview.
I want him here. Sit down!
You've reported that you felt strong thought emotions. A group of minds from a space vessel? Could you make out any plan, anything to do with Earth?
Negative, Captain. I could sense only what seemed an almost omniscient pattern of perfect logic. I can explain nothing more; I understand nothing more.
Also there was nothing in your report about <U>why</U> you're here.
That inquiry invades my personal life, Captain.
I still contain fragments of my human half.
And whatever you sensed out here....
... is my only hope of accomplishing what the Masters could not.
Let it drop, Bones. You are my Science Officer I'll expect an <U>immediate</U> report on anything further you learn or <U>sense</U> from here on.
I have accepted service here as a Starfleet officer... sir.
I know this has been painful, Spock. For me too. Thank you.
Do <U>not</U> return scan, Mr. Spock! It may be misinterpreted as hostility!
Intruder scans emanate from the exact cloud center. Energy of a type entirely un known to me.
Captain, I suspect there's an object at the heart of that cloud.
Mr. Decker, I will not provoke an attack, If that order isn't clear to you...
They have... they <U>have</U> been communicating with us. I sense ... <U>puzzlement</U>. Why have we not replied?
Communicated with us <U>how</U>?
It appears that our message has been understood, Captain.
Any reply from them?
The 'puzzlement' I sensed was fleeting... minor... ... as if carrying a sense of our insignificance, Captain.
Our... 'insignificance'?
We are obviously confronted by a highly advanced mentality... yet they cannot understand who we are, or what we want.
But they understood our messages; they broke off the attack.
Recommend we proceede, Captain.
Mr. Decker... ?
No vessel could generate a powerfield of this magnitude...
Instruments fluctuating, Captain. Patterns unrecognizable.
That vessel is generating a forcefield measurably greater than the radiation of the Earth's sun.
Transmit image of the Alien to Starfleet; advise we are attempting further communication.
Captain, we have been seized by a tractor beam...!
Get someone up here to take the Navigator's station...! Engineering... full emergency power!
We cannot break free, Captain. We do not have a fraction of the power necessary.
Delay that order, Scotty...! Disengage all main drive systems!
Have you been able to analyze <U>any</U> of this...?
I believe the light flares to be energy fields undoubtedly part of the vessel's inner mechanism. A technology so incredibly sophisticated that I cannot
They had a pattern to follow...
... they may have followed it <U>too</U> precisely.
Ilia's memory, her feelings of loyalty, friendship, obedience... might all be there.
Spock? Concerned about his chances?
I am uneasy with that being our only hope of more information.
Bridge, cancel rescue teams. Spock, what in the hell are you doing out here!
I am seeking answers, Captain.
Answers to what, Spock? Our dilemma or your <U>personal</U> one?
It would appear that the atomic arrays of these crystals store information. A remarkably efficient system.
And these 'sensorswarms' collect that data, carry it here.
New crystals: they must contain the most recent data obtained
Klingons... our Epsilon 9 station ... and Ilia!! They seem to be more than just images...
Exact patterns. The energy bolt that hit them wasn't simply a weapon it dematerialized them, stored them. But why?
If this is their ship's data banks, where is the crew? Or is their entire ship automated?
Captain, I do not believe there <U>is</U> a crew or that this is a vessel as such.
Were you right? Spock? V'ger is a living machine...?
A life form of its own; a conscious, living entity.
What should you have known?
No meaning... No hope... And, Jim, no answers...! Jim, it's looking for <U>answers</U> <U>itself</U>!
What answers?
'Is this all I am? Is there not more?'
These read as identical composition... ... however, Captain, they measure several hundred times more powerful!
High mag, Mr. Sulu!
Child...!?
Yes, Captain, a child: evolving into adulthood learning, searching instinctively needing.
The orbiting devices would be controlled from the point, then...?
Precisely.
Not for us?