Kirk: Phasers on stun. I want them conscious. (The group of bearded, skin clad males with clubs move carefully towards the Starfleet party) Fire only on my signal. Flank out. (The primitives suddenly leap up from behind rocks, throwing stones and their clubs. Kirk fires, and stuns the leader. The rest run away) We mean you no harm. We're not your enemies, we're your friends. We only wish to talk to you.