Discussion in 'Star Trek - Original Series' started by LeadHead, Feb 27, 2012.
KIRK: I see. How did you manage-
TRELANE: Dear Captain, your inquiries are becoming tiresome. I want you to be happy. Free yourself of care. Let's enjoy ourselves in the spirit of martial good fellowship.
KIRK: Come on, let's go. We're getting out of here.
TRELANE: Tut, tut, tut. You're being quite rude. You can't go. Apparently, you need another demonstration of my authority. Yes, quite.
(Kirk vanishes from the room and is in the natural atmosphere of the planet, choking on the fumes. Everyone in the room can hear him. Trelane brings him back.)
Now, that's a sample of the atmosphere of this planet outside my kindly influence. Now, you will behave yourself hereafter, won't you? Or I shall be very, very angry.
SPOCK: Captain's Log Stardate 2125.7. Science Officer Spock reporting for Captain Kirk. We have completed fourteenth orbit of this planet without establishing contact with our missing officers or the parties sent to find them. Subspace communications remain blocked. However, by diverting impulse power to our sensors, we have made them operable, and we have detected one small area on the surface which seems relatively stable.
(outstanding work so far, everyone, but I must take my leave for the time being. )
^ We'll be here when you get back.
SCOTT: Aye, it's there, Mister Spock. Peaceful as Earth, but how do you explain it?
SPOCK: I don't, Mister Scott. It simply exists. Artificial perhaps, or a freak of nature. The fact remains that life can exist in that area.
Scotty: Aye it could. But it couldn't move around much.
SPOCK: Apply a fine tuning on our sensors. Locate any life forms in that stable area.
SCOTT: Do it yerself. I'm on me lunch break.
SCOTT: If we find any, it doesn't follow that it would be our people.
Spock: Affirmative, but if the Captain is down there and alive, that's where he'll have to be. We'll attempt to transport up any living beings our sensors detect.
SCOTT: Shooting in the dark, Mister Spock?
Spock: Or stand by and do nothing, Mr. Scott.
(Trelane is showing off his decor)
TRELANE: And this, of course, is an array of your battle flags and pennants dating back to the Crusades, to Hannibal's invaders, the Grecian war galleys, and the hordes of Persia. Can't you imagine it, Captain? The thousands of men marching off to their deaths, singing beneath these banners. Doesn't it make your blood run swiftly?
(Then he goes back to his music)
SULU: Captain, where could he possibly come from? Who is this maniac?
MCCOY: Better say, what is he? I monitored him, and what I found was unbelievable.
KIRK: Not alive?
MCCOY: Not in the way we define life. No trace. Zero.
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