James T. Kirk was moving through the market place, packed with locals. Suddenly the crowd parted, there was Mackenzie Calhoun, swinging his pathetic sword back and forth. Weary of the display, Kirk pulls his type one phaser
and casually disintergrates Calhoun. Kirk continues through the market place.
Calhoun walks up to Kirk in a bar. Punchs Kirk. Snaps his neck as he does. Walks out.