The Magicks of Megas-Tu Line-by-Line

[Bridge]

SPOCK: There may be only one choice. We must hope this whirlwind is like its atmospheric counterparts, that there is calm at its center.

 

Spock: Allow me.

 

KIRK: Engineering, report.

 

Scotty: Everything can be repaired, Captain.

 

[Bridge]

SPOCK: An incredible experience, captain. I find this scientifically fascinating.

 

KIRK: We'll ride her through, Bones. What else can we do?

 

MCCOY: Ride her through where?

 

SPOCK: Through the centre of things, Doctor. Through what may be the centre of everything.
(The Enterprise is surrounded by a golden glow, vanishes, and reappears in a region of concentric circles.)

 

Uhura: Where are we?

 

SPOCK: I'm afraid our navigational co-ordinates mean very little here, Lieutenant. My readings indicate we are not in time and space as we understand it. Doctor, these readings may interest you.

 

Uhura: Captain, the subspace radio. It's dead.

 

MCCOY: Even the ship's chronometers have stopped.

 

Scotty: Captain, there's no reason for it, but the engines are fading out.

 

Bones: Ship's life support systems fading. Jim, we need oxygen.

 

SULU: (gasping for air) There's none, Captain. All systems are dead.