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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? |
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