Captain's Log. Stardate 8130.3.
Starship Enterprise on training mission to Gamma Hydra.
Section 14, coordinates: 22/87/4.
Approaching Neutral Zone, all systems normal and functioning.
Leaving Section 14 for Section 15.
Stand by. Project parabolic course to avoid entering Neutral Zone.
Course change projected.
Captain! I'm getting something on the distress channel.
Imperative! This is the Kobayashi Maru, 19 periods out of Altair Six.
We have struck a gravitic mine and have lost all power...
This is the Starship Enterprise. Can you give us your coordinates?
Enterprise, our position is Gamma Hydra, Section 10.
In the Neutral Zone.
Hull penetrated, life support systems failing. Can you assist us?
Data on Kobayashi Maru.
Third class neutronic fuel carrier, crew of 81. 300 passengers.
Damn!
Mr. Sulu? Plot an intercept course.
May I remind the Captain that if a Starship enters the Zone...
I'm aware of my responsibilities, Mister.
Estimating two minutes to intercept.
- Now entering the Neutral Zone. - Warning. Neutral Zone entered.
We are now in violation of Treaty.
Stand by, Transporter Room, ready to beam survivors aboard.
Captain! I've lost their signal.
Sensors indicate three Klingon cruisers, bearing 316 mark 4.
- Closing fast. - Visual.
Battle stations! Activate shields!
- Shields activated! - Say we are on a rescue mission.
- They're jamming all frequencies. - Klingons on attack course...
We're in over our heads. Mr. Sulu! Get us out of here!
Alert! Klingon torpedoes activated.
Evasive action!
- Engineering! Damage report! - Main energizer hit!
Engage auxiliary power! Prepare to return fire!
Shields collapsing, Captain!
- Fire all phasers! - No power to the weapons, Captain.
Captain, it's no use! We're dead in space!
Activate escape pods! Send out the Log Buoy. All hands abandon ship.
All right. Open her up.
- Any suggestions, Admiral? - Prayer, Mr. Saavik.
The Klingons don't take prisoners.
Lights!
Motors on!
Captain?
Trainees... to the briefing room.
Maintenance Crew, report to Bridge Simulator.
- Physician, heal thyself. - Is that all you've got to say?
- What about my performance? - I'm not a drama critic.
Are you gonna stay with the sinking ship?
- Permission to speak candidly, sir? - Granted.
I don't believe this was a fair test of my command abilities.
There was no way to win.
Every commander may face a no-win situation.
- Has that never occurred to you? - No, sir. It has not.
How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life.
As I indicated, that thought had not occurred to me.
Well, now you have something new to think about.
Admiral? Wouldn't it be easier to put an experienced crew back on the ship?
Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor.
What is that supposed to mean?
Aren't you dead?
You want to learn what efficiency rating I'll give your cadets?
I am understandably curious.
They destroyed the Simulator Room and you with it.
The Kobayashi Maru scenario frequently wreaks havoc
with students and equipment. You took the test three times yourself.
Your final solution was, shall we say... unique.
It had the virtue of never having been tried.
Oh, by the way... thank you for this.
I know of your fondness for antiques.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
- Message, Spock? - None that I'm conscious of.
Except, of course, happy birthday. Surely, the best of times.
Captain Spock, Captain Spock, space shuttle leaving in 15 minutes.
- Where are you off to? - The Enterprise.
I must check in before your inspection. And you?
Home.
Doctor! What beams you into this neck of the woods?
"Beware of Romulans bearing gifts."
- Happy birthday, Jim! - Thanks.
Romulan ale! Bones, you know this is illegal.
I only use it for medicinal purposes. I got aboard a ship
that brings in a case now and then across the Neutral Zone.
- Now, don't be a prig. - 2283.
Yeah, well, it takes this stuff a while to ferment.
Here, give me that. Now, you open this one.
I'm almost afraid to.
What is it? Klingon aphrodisiacs?
No. More antiques for your collection.
Oh, Bones... this is... charming.
They're 400 years old. You don't find many with the lenses still intact.
- What is this? - They're for your eyes.
For most patients your age, I recommend Retinax Five.
- I'm allergic to Retinax. - Exactly. Cheers!
Cheers.
Happy birthday.
- I don't know what to say. - You could say thank you.
Thank you.
Damn it, Jim! What's the matter with you?
Why are we treating your birthday like a funeral?
- Bones, I don't want to be lectured. - What the hell do you want?
This is not about age. And you know it.
It's about you flying a computer when you want to be hopping galaxies!
Spare me your notions of poetry. We all have our duties.
Bull! You're hiding, hiding behind rules and regulations.
- Who am I hiding from? - From yourself, Admiral!
Don't mince words, Bones. What do you really think?
Jim...
I'm your doctor and I'm your friend.
Get back your command.
Get it back before you turn into part of this collection.
Before you really do grow old.
Starship Log. Stardate 8130.4.
Log Entry by First Officer Pavel Chekov.
Starship Reliant on orbital approach to Ceti Alpha Six,
in connection with Project Genesis.
We keep searching for a lifeless planet, to satisfy the requirements
of a test site for the Genesis Experiment. So far, no success.
Standard orbit, please. Mr. Beach, any change in the surface scan?
Negative. Limited atmosphere dominated by craylon gas, sand,
high velocity winds. Incapable of supporting life forms.
Does it have to be completely lifeless?
You've found something?
We've picked up a minor energy flux reading on one dyno scanner.
Damn. Are you sure? Maybe the scanner's out of adjustment.
I suppose it could be a particle of pre-animate matter,
caught in the matrix.
All right. Get on the Comm-pic to Dr. Marcus.
Maybe it's something we can transplant?
You know what she'll say.
Now, let me get this straight. Something you can transplant?
I don't know.
It may only be a particle of pre-animate matter.
Then again, it may not. You boys have to be clear on this.
There can't be so much as a microbe, or the show's off!
Have a look. But if it is something that can be moved...
You bet, Doctor. We're on our way.
Don't have kittens, Genesis is going to work.
They'll remember you in one breath with Newton, Einstein, Surak!
Thanks a lot. No respect from my offspring.
Par for the course. Are you teaming up with me for bridge after dinner?
Maybe.
What is it?
Every time we have dealings with Starfleet, I get nervous.
We are dealing with something that...
...could be perverted into a dreadful weapon.
That overgrown Boy Scout you used to know is exactly the kind of man...
Jim Kirk was many things, but he was never a Boy Scout!
Captain Terrell, stand by to beam down.
Chekov, are you sure these are the correct coordinates?
Captain, this is the garden spot of Ceti Alpha Six.
I can barely see it.
There's nothing here! The Tricorder must be broken.
Chekov! Over here!
Those look like cargo carriers.
Hey, give me a hand.
What the hell happened?
If they crashed, where's the rest of the ship?
What the hell is that?
Botany Bay...
Botany Bay?!
Oh, no!
We've got to get out of here now! Damn!
- What about the... - Never mind that! Hurry!
Chekov, what's the matter with you?
Chekov!
Come on! Hurry!
Starship Reliant to Captain Terrell.
This is Commander Kyle. Will you please respond, Captain?
Captain Terrell! Respond, please!
Let's give them a little more time.
Khan!
I don't know you.
But you...
I never forget a face.
Mister...
...Chekov!
Isn't it?
I'd never thought to see your face again.
- Chekov, who is this man? - A criminal, Captain.
A product of late 20th century genetic engineering.
- What do you want? Sir, I demand... - You are in a position
to demand nothing, sir.
I, on the other hand, am in a position to grant... nothing.
What you see is all that remains of the ship's company and crew
of the Botany Bay...
...marooned here 15 years ago by Captain James T. Kirk.
- Listen! You men and women... - Captain! Captain...
Save your strength.
These people have sworn to live and die at my command
200 years before you were born.
Do you mean... he never told you the tale?
To amuse your captain? No?
Never told how the Enterprise picked up the Botany Bay, lost in space,
in the year 1996, myself and the ship's company in cryogenic freeze?
- I've never even met Admiral Kirk. - Admiral?
Admiral?!
Admiral...
Never told you how... Admiral Kirk sent 70 of us into exile
on this barren sand heap,
with only the contents of these cargo bays to sustain us?
You lie! On Ceti Alpha Five there was life!
- A fair chance! - This is Ceti Alpha Five!
Ceti Alpha Six exploded six months after we were left here.
The shock shifted the orbit of this planet and everything was laid waste!
Admiral Kirk... never bothered to check on our progress.
It was only the fact of my genetically engineered intellect
that allowed us to survive.
On Earth...
...200 years ago...
...I was a prince...
...with power over millions!
Captain Kirk was your host! You repaid his hospitality
by trying to steal his ship and murder him!
You didn't expect to find me.
You thought this was... Ceti Alpha Six!
Why are you here?
Why?!
Allow me to introduce you to Ceti Alpha Five's only remaining
indigenous life form.
What do you think?
They've killed 20 of my people.
Including my beloved wife.
Oh, not all at once.
And not... instantly, to be sure.
You see, their young enter through the ears...
...and wrap themselves around the cerebral cortex.
This has the effect of rendering the victim extremely susceptible
to suggestion.
Later, as they... grow...
...follows madness.
And death.
Khan! Listen to me!
These are pets, of course.
Not quite domesticated.
Khan... Captain Kirk was only doing his duty.
No!
That's better.
Now, tell me... Why are you here?
And tell me where I may find...
...James Kirk.
Enterprise to Admiral Kirk's shuttle.
You're cleared for docking. Approach portside torpedo bay.
Enterprise, this is Admiral Kirk's party on final approach.
Enterprise welcomes you. Prepare for docking.
I hate inspections.
I'm delighted. Any chance to go aboard the Enterprise.
I am glad to have you at the helm for three weeks.
I don't think these kids can steer.
Open the airlock.
- Permission to come aboard, Captain. - Welcome. You know my training crew.
They certainly know you.
Yes. We've been through death and life together.
Mr. Scott, you old space dog! You're well?
I had a wee bout, sir, but Dr. McCoy pulled me through.
- A wee bout of what? - Shore leave, Admiral.
- And who is this? - Midshipman First Class.
- Peter Preston, engineer's mate! - First training voyage?
- Yes, sir! - I see.
Well... shall we start with the Engine Room?
We'll see you there. Everything is in order.
That'll be a pleasant surprise, Mr. Scott.
I'll see you on the bridge, Admiral. Company dismissed!
I believe you'll find everything shipshape, Admiral.
Oh, do you?
Do you have any idea, Midshipman Preston, how many times
I've had to listen to Mr. Scott on the comm telling me his troubles,
or of the ribbing I've endured in the officers' mess
to the effect that the Enterprise is a flying death trap?
Oh, no, sir! This is the finest engine room in the whole Starfleet.
If the Admiral can't see the facts for himself then, with all due respect,
he's as blind as a Tiberian bat.
Sir!
Midshipman, you're a tiger.
My sister's youngest, Admiral. Crazy to get to space.
Every young man's fantasy. I seem to remember it myself.
Mr. Scott, are your engines capable of handling a minor training cruise?
- Give the word, Admiral! - Mr. Scott, the word is given.
Admiral, what about the rest of the inspection?
Later.
This is Starfleet Operations. Enterprise is cleared for departure.
Admiral on the bridge.
Very well, Mr. Saavik. You may clear all moorings.
- All moorings are clear, Captain. - Thank you.
Lieutenant? Have you ever piloted a Starship out of spacedock?
Never, sir.
Take her out, Mr. Saavik.
Aye, sir.
For everything there is a first time, Lieutenant. Don't you agree, Admiral?
- Aft thrusters, Mr. Sulu. - Aft thrusters.
- Would you like a tranquillizer? - Ahead one quarter impulse power.
- We are free and clear to navigate. - Course heading, Captain?
Captain's discretion.
Mr. Sulu? You may... indulge yourself.
Aye, sir.
That about do it?
There can't be more information we could squeeze into the memory banks.
- Next time we'll design a bigger one. - Who'd build it?
Dr. Marcus? Comm-Pic coming in on hyperchannel.
- It's the Starship Reliant. - On the screen, please, Jedda.
Come in, please. This is the Reliant calling Regula One.
Repeat, this is USS Reliant.
Commander, we are receiving. This is Regula One. Go ahead.
Dr. Marcus. We're en route to you and should be there in three days.
En route? Why? We weren't expecting you for another three months.
- Has something happened? - Ceti Alpha Six has checked out.
- Then I don't understand why you... - We have received new orders.
Upon our arrival at Regula One, all materials of Project Genesis
will be transferred to this ship for testing on Ceti Alpha Six.
Who the hell do they think they are?
Commander Chekov, this is completely irregular.
Who gave the order?
The order comes from Starfleet Command, Dr. Marcus,
direct from the General Staff.
- This is a civilian... - Shh!
Genesis is a civilian project under my control.
- I have my orders. - Pin him down, Mother!
Who gave the order?
The order comes from... Admiral James T. Kirk.
I knew it! All along the military's wanted to get...
This is completely improper, Commander Chekov!
I do not intend to allow Reliant or any other unauthorized personnel
access to our work or materials.
I'm sorry that you feel that way. The Admiral's orders are confirmed.
Please prepare to deliver Genesis to us upon our arrival. Reliant out.
Well done, Commander.
You realize, sir, they will attempt to contact Admiral Kirk
and confirm the order.
Hold, please.
Thank you, sir.
Lieutenant, are you wearing your hair differently?
It's still regulation, Admiral.
May I speak, sir?
Self-expression doesn't seem to be one of your problems.
You're bothered by your performance on the Kobayashi Maru.
- I failed to resolve the situation. - It's a test of character.
May I ask how you dealt with the test?
You may ask.
That's a little joke.
Humor. It is a difficult concept.
- It is not logical. - We learn by doing.
Who's been holding up the damn elevator?
- Did she change her hairstyle? - I hadn't noticed.
Wonderful stuff, that Romulan ale.
- Admiral Kirk? - Kirk here.
An urgent Comm-Pic from Space Lab Regula One for you. Dr. Carol Marcus.
- I'll take it in my quarters, Uhura. - It never rains but it pours.
As a physician, you should appreciate the dangers of re-opening old wounds.
- Sorry. - Jim, can you read me?
I can hear you, Carol. What's the matter?
Why are you taking Genesis away from us?
Taking Genesis? Who is taking Genesis?
- I can see you, but I can't hear. - Carol...
- Jim, did you give the order? - What order? Who is taking Genesis?
Please help us! I won't let them have Genesis without authorization!
On whose authority can they do this?
- No one's authority! - Please do something.
- Uhura, what's happening? - Transmission jammed at source.
Alert Starfleet Headquarters. I want to talk to Starfleet Command.
We must have order in here. This has to be some sort of mistake.
Mistake?! We're all alone here.
They waited until everyone was on leave to do this.
Reliant is supposed to be at our disposal.
- Starfleet clearly never intended... - I know that, but...
I tried to tell you! Scientists have always been pawns of the military.
Starfleet has kept the peace for 100 years.
I cannot subscribe to your interpretation of this event!
You may be right, Doctor. But what about Reliant? She's on her way.
- Get your gear together where it's handy. - Where are we going?
That's for us to know and Reliant to find out.
Something may be wrong in Regula One. We've been told to investigate.
If memory serves, Regula One is a scientific research laboratory.
I told Starfleet Command all we had was a boatload of children.
But... we're the only ship in the quadrant.
These cadets of yours, how will they respond under real pressure?
As with all living things, each according to his gifts.
Of course, this ship is yours.
No, that won't be necessary. Just get me to Regula One.
As a teacher on a training mission, I'm happy to command the Enterprise.
If we are to go on actual duty, the senior officer assumes command.
It may be nothing.
Garbled communications. You take the ship.
You proceed from a false assumption.
I'm a Vulcan. I have no ego to bruise.
You remind me that logic dictates your actions?
I would not remind you of that which you know so well.
If I may be so bold, it was a mistake for you to accept promotion.
Commanding a Starship is your first, best destiny.
Anything else is a waste of material.
I would not presume to debate you.
That is wise.
In any case... were I to invoke logic, logic clearly dictates
that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
Or the one.
You're my superior officer. You are also my friend.
I have been and always shall be yours.
Stop energizers. Prepare speakers.
An emergency situation has arisen. By order of Starfleet Command,
as of now, 1800 hours, I'm assuming command of this vessel.
Duty officer, so note in the log. Plot a new course
for Space Laboratory Regula One. Engine Room.
Mr. Scott! We'll be going to Warp Speed.
- Course plotted for Regula One. - Engage Warp engines.
- Prepare for Warp Speed. - Ready, sir.
I know that none of you were expecting this. I'm sorry.
I'm going to have to ask you to grow up a little sooner than you expected.
Warp Five, Sulu.
So much for the little training cruise.
Course to intercept Enterprise ready, sir.
- Helmsman? - Sir. May I speak?
We're all with you, sir.
But consider this.
We are free. We have a ship and the means to go where we will.
We have escaped permanent exile on Ceti Alpha Five.
You have proved your superior intellect...
...and defeated the plans of Admiral Kirk.
You do not need to defeat him again.
He tasks me.
He tasks me, and I shall have him.
I'll chase him round the moons of Nibia
and round the Antares maelstrom and round perdition's flames
before I give him up! Prepare to alter course.
Space Station Regula One, please come in.
Dr. Marcus, please respond.
This is Enterprise call...
There's no response from Regula One.
- But no longer jammed? - No, sir. No nothing!
There are two possibilities. They're unable or unwilling to respond.
- How far? - 12 hours 43 minutes, present speed.
Give up Genesis, she said. What does that mean? Give it up to whom?
It might help if I knew what Genesis was, beyond the biblical reference.
Uhura, have Dr. McCoy join us in my quarters.
Mr. Saavik? You have the con.
I've got Sick Bay ready. Will someone please tell me what's going on?
Computer. Request security procedure
and access to Project Genesis summary.
Identify for retina scan.
Kirk... Admiral James T.
Security Scan approved.
Summary, please?
Project Genesis. A proposal to the Federation.
- Carol Marcus. - Yes.
What exactly is Genesis?
Well, put simply, Genesis is life from lifelessness.
It is a process whereby molecular structure is reorganized
at the sub-atomic level into life- generating matter of equal mass.
Stage One of our experiments was conducted in the laboratory.
Stage Two will be attempted in a lifeless underground.
Stage Three will involve the process on a planetary scale.
It is our intention to introduce the Genesis device
into a pre-selected area of a lifeless space body, such as a moon.
The device is delivered, instantaneously causing
what we call the Genesis Effect.
Matter is reorganized with life-generating results.
Instead of a dead moon, a living, breathing planet
capable of sustaining whatever life forms we deposit on it.
Fascinating.
The moon simulated here represents a fraction of Genesis' potential,
should the Federation wish to fund the experiment to its conclusion.
When we consider the cosmic problems of population and food supply,
the usefulness of this process becomes clear.
This concludes our proposal. Thank you for your attention.
It literally is Genesis.
The power of creation.
- Have they proceeded? - The tape was made a year ago.
I can only assume they've reached Stage Two by now.
But, dear Lord, do you think we're intelligent enough to...
Suppose... What if this thing were used where life already exists?
It would destroy such life... in favor of its new matrix.
Its new matrix? Do you have any idea what you're saying?
I was not attempting to evaluate its moral implications.
In cosmic history it has always been easier to destroy than to create.
Not any more! Now we can do both at the same time.
According to myth, Earth was created in six days.
Now watch out! Here comes Genesis! We'll do it for you in six minutes!
I do not dispute that in the wrong hands...
In the wrong hands?
Would you mind telling me whose are the right hands, my logical friend?
Are you by any chance in favor of these experiments?
Gentlemen, gentlemen, this isn't...
Really, Dr. McCoy, you must learn to govern your passions.
They will be your undoing. Logic suggests...
Logic?! My God, the man's talking about logic!
We're talking about universal Armageddon!
- You green-blooded, inhuman... - Bridge to Admiral Kirk.
Sensors indicate a vessel in our area, closing fast.
- What do you make of her? - It's one of ours. It's Reliant.
Try the emergency channels.
Picture, Mr. Saavik.
Slow to one-half impulse power.
- Let's be friends. - Slowing to one-half impulse power.
Reliant in our section. This quadrant, sir. And slowing.
Sir? May I quote General Order 12? "On the approach of any vessel,"
"when communications have not been established..."
The Admiral is well aware of the regulations.
Aye, sir.
Is it possible their Comm system has failed?
It would explain many things.
They're requesting communications, sir.
Let them eat static!
They're still running with shields down.
Of course! We are one big happy fleet!
Ah, Kirk, my old friend! Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us
revenge is a dish that is best served cold?
It is very cold... in space.
This is damned peculiar.
- Yellow Alert! - Energize defense fields!
A voice. They say their Chambers coil is overloading their Comm system.
Scanning. Their coil emissions are normal!
- Their shields are still down. - Raise ours.
- Their shields are going up! - Lock phasers on target.
Locking phasers on target.
- They're locking phasers. - Raise shields.
Fire!
- Sulu, get those shields up! - Trying, sir.
I can't get power, sir!
Scotty?
- Uhura, turn off those channels! - Mr. Scott on the screen.
We're just hanging on, sir! The main energizer�s out!
- Try auxiliary power! - Aye, sir.
Damage report.
- They knew exactly where to hit us. - Who knew where to hit us? And why?
One thing is certain. We cannot escape on auxiliary power.
Visual!
- Sulu, divert all power to phasers. - Too late.
Hang on!
Scotty! What's left?
Just the batteries! I can have auxiliary power in a few minutes!
We don't have a few minutes!
- Can you give me phaser power? - A few shots!
- Not enough against their shields. - Who are they?
Admiral! The commander of the Reliant is signaling!
He wishes to discuss terms of our surrender.
Visual on screen.
Do it! While we still have time.
On screen, sir.
- Khan! - You still remember, Admiral.
I cannot help but be touched.
I, of course, remember you!
What is the meaning of this attack?! Where is the crew of the Reliant?
Surely I have made my meaning plain.
I mean to avenge myself upon you, Admiral.
I've deprived your ship of power and will deprive you of your life!
But I wanted you to know first who it was who had beaten you.
Khan...
If it's me you want...
...I'll have myself beamed aboard. Spare my crew!
I make you a counter-proposal. I'll agree to your terms if...
... if... in addition to yourself, you hand over to me
all data and material regarding the project called... Genesis.
- Genesis? What's that? - Don't insult my intelligence.
Give me some time to recall the data on our computers.
I give you 60 seconds, Admiral.
Clear the bridge.
At least we know he doesn't have Genesis.
Keep nodding as though I'm still giving orders.
Mr. Saavik, punch up the data charts of Reliant's command console.
- Hurry! - 45 seconds.
The prefix code?
- The chart's up, sir. - Admiral!
We're finding it.
- Admiral! - Please.
Please, give us time. The bridge is smashed, the computers inoperative.
Time is a luxury you don't have, Admiral.
Damn!
- Admiral? - It's coming through now, Khan.
Reliant's prefix number is 16309.
I don't understand.
You have to learn why things work on a Starship.
Each ship has its own combination code.
To prevent an enemy from doing what we're attempting.
Using our console to order Reliant to lower her shields.
Assuming he hasn't changed the combination.
Fifteen seconds.
Khan, how do we know you'll keep your word?
I've given you no word to keep, Admiral.
In my judgment, you simply have no alternative.
I see your point.
Stand by to receive our transmission.
Mr. Sulu, lock phasers on target and await my command.
Time's up... Admiral.
Here it comes.
Now, Mr. Spock.
Sir! Our shields are dropping!
Raise them!
I can't!
Where's the override?!
Fire!
Fire! Fire!
- We can't fire! - Why can't you?
They've damaged the photon control and the Warp Drive. We must withdraw.
- No! No! - Sir, we must!
The Enterprise can wait! She's not going anywhere!
- Sir, you did it! - I did nothing!
Except get caught with my breeches down. I must be getting senile.
Mr. Saavik? You go right on quoting regulations!
In the meantime, let's find out how badly we've been hurt.
- Is the word given, Admiral? - The word is given.
Warp speed.
Aye.
Why?
He wants to kill me for passing sentence on him 15 years ago,
and he doesn't care who stands between him and his vengeance.
I'm sorry, Scotty.
He stayed at his post... when the trainees ran!
- Admiral? This is Spock. - Yes, Spock?
Engine Room reports auxiliary power restored.
We can proceed at impulse power.
Best speed to Regula One. Kirk out.
Scotty, I have to ask... Any chance of getting the mains back on the line?
I do not think so, sir, but you'll have my best.
Thanks. I know you tried, Doctor.
You all right?
I don't know. Doctors lose patients sometimes, damn it.
I'm still in the dark. How did he know about Genesis?
I don't know.
But what's important now is to prevent him getting his hands on it.
You said it yourself, it's a bang that could rearrange the universe.
There still may be time.
You gave as good as you got.
We're alive only because I knew something about these ships he didn't.
Approaching Regula and Space Lab Regula One.
Space Station Regula One, this is the Starship Enterprise. Come in.
Space Station Regula One, do you read?
Space Station Regula One, this is Enterprise. Please acknowledge.
This is Enterprise. Do you read me?
Space Station Regula One, do you read? Please come in.
There's no response, sir.
Sensors, Captain?
Still inoperative. There's no way to ascertain what's inside the station.
No way of telling if Reliant is still in the area.
What do you make of that planetoid beyond?
Regula is class 'D'. It consists
of various unremarkable ores. Essentially a great rock in space.
- Reliant could be behind the rock. - A distinct possibility.
- Engineering? - Aye, sir.
Mr. Scott? Do you have enough power for transporters?
Barely, sir.
- I'm going down there. - Khan could be there!
He's been there, hasn't found what he wants. Who can you spare?
I can spare me.
Begging your pardon. General Order 15: "No flag officer shall beam"
"into a hazardous area without armed escort."
There's no such regulation!
All right, join the party. Mr. Spock, the ship is yours.
Jim, be careful.
We will!