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We've lost a great deal of fuel.
until the last possible moment.
Another prediction, Mr. Spock?
Yes, sir.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
What a mess.
It'll take time, but it's possible
but at least it's your big chance.
Mr. Spock. we're ready.
Aah!
Dr. McCoy, with very few exceptions,
The flight hatch is closed.
After that?
Course, 3.2 by--
Alive and well.
That would seem to solve the problem of who to leave behind.
I'm in command here, Mr. Ferris.
The usual end of a decaying orbit.
My place is here.
Space...
Full function, continuous operation until further orders.
as the ion storm slowly disperses.
70mm of mercury,
by candlelight, if necessary,
Instruments are slowly returning to an operable condition
Mr. Scott, there are always alternatives.
Just a few words about being pulled off course.
A priceless opportunity for scientific investigation.
that desperation is a highly emotional state of mind.
If we do nothing,
Of course, Mr. Spock.
If I can get a full load, we should be able to achieve orbit with all hands.
And may I remind you...
Yes, Captain?
assuming a tribal culture.
How long can we hold it?
Are you ready, Scott?
Galileo to Enterprise.
Maybe eight minutes if the weight's right.
Aha, ha ha.
and almost helpless.
I'm sure the authorities will be pleased by your diligence.
Aye, you could put it that way.
They're getting ready. They'll attack.
That is a most illogical attitude.
Mr. Spock,
Make up your mind, Mr. Latimer.
Aah!
this is a very large planet.
Captain's Log.: Stardate 2822.3.
Your tone is increasingly hostile.
Captain's Log.: Stardate 2823. 1.
Kelowitz, Captain.
Go, Scott!
order all sensor sections to direct beams aft.
No, sir. Too much interference.
There are always alternatives
the sensor section says the beams are working again.
make room for Mr. Scott to do his work.
None of our instruments work.
in the event I don't return.
It's from up there.
Captain, the Columbus has returned
I'm sick and tired of your logic!
I may have been mistaken.