Captain's log, stardate 3192.1.
The Enterprise is en route to star cluster NGC 321.
Objective: To open diplomatic relations
with the civilizations known to be there.
We have sent a message to Eminiar Vll,
principal planet of the star cluster,
informing them of our friendly intentions.
We are awaiting an answer.
Nothing yet, lieutenant?
Nothing, captain. Hailing frequencies are open.
Have you received an answer to your message yet, captain?
Nothing yet, ambassador. We're awaiting a reply.
Today is the first time we've had any evidence they've picked up our signal.
Captain, message coming in from Eminiar Vll.
- Sir, it's code 710. - Are you sure?
Positive. It repeats over and over again.
Is that supposed to mean something?
Code 710 means under no circumstances
are we to approach that planet. No circumstances whatsoever.
You will disregard that signal, captain.
- Mr. Fox, it is their planet. - Captain, in the past 20 years
thousands of lives have been lost on this quadrant,
lives that could have been saved if the Federation had a treaty port here.
We mean to have that port, and I'm here to get it.
By disregarding code 710, you might well involve us
in an interplanetary war.
- I'm quite prepared to take that risk. - You are?
I'm thinking about this ship, my crew.
I have my orders, captain, and now you have yours.
You will proceed on course,
achieve orbit status and just leave the rest to me.
You're well aware that my mission gives me the power of command.
I now exercise it.
You will proceed on course. That's a direct order.
In view of code 710, captain, may I suggest?
Yes, Mr. Spock.
This is the captain. Condition, yellow alert.
Phaser crews, stand by. Deflector shields up.
We're going in, gentlemen.
Peacefully, I hope, but peacefully or not...
...we're going in.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission: To explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Captain's log, stardate 3192.5.
Now in standard orbit around planet Eminiar Vll.
My orders are clear.
We must establish diplomatic relations at all cost.
Preparing to beam down to planet's surface.
We know very little about them. Their civilisation is advanced.
They've had space flight for several centuries,
but they've never ventured beyond their own solar system.
When first contacted more than 50 years ago,
Eminiar Vll was at war with its nearest neighbour.
Anything else?
The Earth expedition making the report failed to return from its mission.
The USS Valiant.
Listed as missing in space.
Kirk, what's this about you going alone?
Not alone, Mr. Ambassador. I'm taking some security people with me.
- It is my prerogative... - I can't risk beaming you down there
until I know what kind of reception you're going to receive.
Your safety is my responsibility. Those are my orders, sir.
- Mr. Spock. - Transporter Room standing by.
- What coordinates? - We have selected a site which,
from the traffic, would seem to be near an official establishment.
- Final sensor readings? - No hostility directed toward us.
No apparent notice taken of us at all, which seems strange.
They did scan us when we assumed orbit. Obviously, they know we're here.
Ship's defences?
Screens down, but all defensive details on general alert status, captain.
Good.
Landing party will pick up phaser number ones from the arsenal.
- Keep them inconspicuous. Mr. Scott? - Yes, sir?
The ship is yours. Take care of her until I come back.
Aye, aye, sir. And have a bonny trip.
We'll do our best. Let's go.
They will materialise there.
Remember your instructions. They are to be treated correctly, nothing more.
I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise,
representing the United Federation of Planets.
I know. I am Mea 3.
I congratulate you on your instrumentation.
You've come directly to the Division of Control.
If you'll follow me, please.
- Captain, I wish... - Yes?
- You were warned not to come here. - I had orders to come here.
Why did your people tell us to stay away?
- It was for your own safety, captain. - I see no danger here.
The danger exists.
Nevertheless, you are here.
It would be morally incorrect to do less than extend our hospitality.
Anan 7 and members of the High Council await you.
If you will come this way, please.
I'm Captain Kirk. This is my first officer, Mr. Spock.
Lieutenants Galloway, Osborne, Yeoman Tamura.
Welcome to Eminiar Vll.
Well, captain, what can we do for you?
My mission is to establish diplomatic relations
between your people and mine.
That is impossible.
- Would you mind telling me why? - Because of the war.
You're still at war?
We have been at war for 500 years.
You conceal it very well. Mr. Spock?
Sir, we have completely scanned your planet.
We find it highly advanced, prosperous in a material sense,
comfortable for your people and peaceful in the extreme.
Yet you say you are at war. There is no evidence of this.
Casualties among our civilian population
total from 1 to 3 million dead each year from direct enemy attack.
That is one reason, captain, why we told you to stay away.
As long as your ship is orbiting our planet, it is in severe danger.
With whom are you at war?
The third planet in our system, called Vendikar.
Originally settled by our people and now a ruthless enemy.
Highly advanced technologically.
Please excuse me.
Vendikar is attacking.
Mea, care for our guests.
- Strange. - To say the least.
- It will not last long. - Don't you take shelter?
- There is no shelter, captain. - Are these attacks frequent?
Oh, yes. And we will retaliate immediately.
What is it?
A hit, right here in the city.
Do you hear any explosions, Mr. Spock?
None, captain. Yeoman Tamura?
- Sir? - Tricorder readings.
Radiation disturbances of any kind.
Nothing, sir. No evidence.
Mea, if this is an attack,
may I ask what weapons the enemy is using?
Fusion bombs, materialised by the enemy over their targets.
- Kirk to bridge. Scotty? - Scott here, captain.
Scanners operative on the planet surface?
Of course, sir. As per orders.
Anything unusual?
Nothing, sir. All quiet.
Thank you. Kirk out.
Look, Anan.
Yes, I see it. They were warned.
Just as it happened 50 years ago.
Alert a security detachment. They may be needed.
It was a vicious attack, extremely destructive.
Fortunately, our defences are firming.
But our casualties are high, very high.
Sir, I have been in contact with my ship,
which has had this entire planet under surveillance.
All during this...
...so-called attack of yours, we have been monitoring you.
There's been no attack, no explosions, no radiations,
no disturbances whatsoever.
If this is some sort of game you're playing...
This is no game, captain.
Half a million people have just been killed.
- Activate the attack units, Sar. - Yes, councilman.
Launch immediate counterattack.
Computers, captain.
They fight their war with computers, totally.
Yes, of course.
Computers don't kill a half a million people.
Deaths have been registered. Of course, they have 24 hours to report.
- To report? - To our disintegration machines.
You must understand, captain,
we have been at war for 500 years.
Under ordinary conditions, no civilisation could withstand that.
But we have reached a solution.
Then the attack by Vendikar was theoretical?
Oh, no. Quite real.
An attack is mathematically launched.
I lost my wife in the last attack.
Our civilisation lives.
The people die, but our culture goes on.
You mean to tell me...
...your people just walk into a disintegration machine
when they're told to?
We have a high consciousness of duty, captain.
There is a certain scientific logic about it.
I'm glad you approve.
I do not approve.
- I understand. - Good.
Then you will recall I warned you not to come here.
You chose to ignore my warning.
I'm sorry, but it's happened.
- What has happened? - Once your ship was in orbit
about our planet, it became a legitimate target.
It has been classified destroyed by a tricobalt satellite explosion.
All persons aboard your ship have 24 hours
to report to our disintegration machines.
In order to ensure their cooperation, I have ordered you, captain,
and your party held in custody until they surrender.
If possible, we shall spare your ship, captain.
But its passengers and crew are already dead.
Captain's log, delayed.
The Enterprise, in orbit about Eminiar Vll,
has been declared a casualty
of an incredible war fought by computers.
I and my landing party, though apparently not included
as casualties aboard the Enterprise,
are confined on the planet's surface,
awaiting what?
I have been sent to ask if you require anything.
We require a great deal. I wish to speak to Anan 7.
He is busy coordinating casualty lists.
He'll have more casualty lists than he knows what to do with
if he doesn't get in here and talk to me.
Don't you understand? Our duty now...
Your duty doesn't include stepping into a disintegrator and disappearing.
I'm afraid mine does, captain.
I, too, have been declared a casualty.
I must report to a disintegrator by noon tomorrow.
Is that all it means to you?
To report and die?
My life is as dear to me as yours is to you, captain.
- But how can you stand? - Don't you see?
If I refuse to report, and others refuse,
then Vendikar would have no choice but to launch real weapons.
We would have to do the same to defend ourselves.
More than people would die then.
A whole civilisation would be destroyed.
Surely, you can see that ours is the better way.
No. I don't see that at all.
It's been our way for almost 500 years.
Is there anything I can bring you?
Yes. Anan 7.
I tell you, we should've heard something by now.
Aye, doctor, that we should. But we haven't.
And we cannot raise them.
Now, if there'd been trouble, they should've at least managed
- to get word back to us. - Well, we can't just sit here.
What would you suggest?
Me? I'm a doctor. If I were an officer of the line, I...
- Would you have me open fire? - Of course not.
Mr. Scott, message coming in from the captain.
- Scott here, captain. - Good news, Mr. Scott.
The Eminians have agreed to the establishment
of full, normal, diplomatic relations.
Mr. Fox will be glad to hear about that.
They've also extended an invitation to all personnel
to come ashore for shore leave.
They've assured me that our people will have a wonderful time.
- Captain? - Yes, Mr. Scott.
- All personnel? - All personnel.
We'll transport up trained Eminians to assume support positions.
Those are my orders, Mr. Scott.
Aye, aye, captain.
I'll start forming shore parties immediately. Scott out.
Well, now, what do you think of that?
I don't know.
Well, I do.
Computer, last message received and recorded from Captain Kirk.
In place.
Run it through analyser. Question: Is it or is it not the captain's voice?
Negative. A close copy.
- A voice duplicator? - Ninety-eight percent probability.
Well, they've got them, doctor. And now they're trying to get us.
Are you sure you can do it, Mr. Spock?
Limited telepathic abilities are inherent in Vulcanians, captain.
It may work, it may not.
Do your best.
- Thank you, Mr. Spock. - My pleasure.
What do we do now, captain?
We get our communicators back and try and contact the ship.
Mr. Spock, we'll need more weapons.
I understand.
We'll try to take it easy, but if we're forced to kill...
An entrance, captain, but no exit.
They go in, but they do not come out.
- A disintegration machine. - So I would assume.
Mea.
What do you think you're doing?
- I'm... I'm going... - You're not going in there.
- But I must. - No, you're not.
Please. It's all right. Don't worry about me.
Mr. Spock, that guard.
I'll cover you.
Sir, there's a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.
All right, you people, clear out of the way.
Oh, what are you doing?
Throwing a monkey wrench into the machinery.
- You can't do this! - I've done it.
Come on, let's get out of here.
The Federation prisoners have attacked their guard and escaped.
They are armed.
Disintegration station number 12 destroyed, councilman.
Apparently by disrupter fire.
All security personnel, Federation prisoners have escaped.
They are to be found. They are armed.
If they resist, do what is necessary.
Planetary disrupter banks,
calculate orbit of star cruiser now circling.
Stand by to fire, full power.
Councilman, planetary disrupter banks locked onto target.
Standing by.
In ten seconds, open fire.
Destroy the star cruiser.
Those are the orders of the Council.
Ship's log, stardate 3193.0.
Chief Engineer Scott recording.
The captain and first officer are overdue and missing
on the surface of Eminiar Vll.
I have taken standard precautionary measures
while we continue our attempts to locate them.
All stations reporting. Deflector screens rigged at full power.
Phaser crews ready. Sensors reading zero.
- Correction. Mr. Scott? - Yes, Mr. DePaul.
Sensor readings just shot off the scale.
Oh, no. They're taking potshots at us.
- Holding, Mr. DePaul? - Screens firm, sir.
Extremely powerful sonic vibrations, decibels 18 to the 12th power.
If those screens weren't up, we'd be totally disrupted by now.
Well, I guess that answers our questions, Mr. Scott.
- They're not very friendly, are they? - Aye.
But what about our captain and the landing party down there somewhere?
We get them out.
If they're alive and if we can find them. That's a big planet.
Not too big for the Enterprise to handle, if it has to.
We can't fire full phasers with our screens up.
And we can't lower our screens with their disrupters on us.
Of course, I could treat them to a few dozen photon torpedoes.
You'll do no such thing, Mr. Scott.
Mr. Fox, we're under attack. They're trying to knock us down.
- You have taken defensive measures. - Of course, but...
"But." There are no "buts."
Obviously, it's a misunderstanding,
and one of my jobs is to clear up misunderstandings.
- They're holding our captain. - We have no proof of that.
I'm responsible for the safety of this ship.
And I'm responsible for the success of this mission.
And that's more important than this ship. Is that clear?
We came here to establish diplomatic relations with these people.
But they're the ones looking for a fight, Mr. Fox.
This is a diplomatic matter.
If you'll check your regulations, you'll find that my orders get priority.
I'll try to make contact with the planetary officials.
Lieutenant, open up a channel and keep it open.
Tell them to expect a priority-one message from me.
There will be no punitive measures, gentlemen. Those are my orders.
Diplomats.
The best diplomat I know is a fully activated phaser bank.
- Why did we come back here? - The last place they'll look for us
is the place we escaped from. Cover the door.
Captain, you have got to let me go. My time is almost up.
- Are you that anxious to die? - You don't understand.
Mr. Spock, how did that little raid work out?
We captured four of their disrupter-type weapons,
two complete outfits of male clothing and perhaps, most important of all,
one of their communication devices.
- Will it reach the ship? - Not at this time.
Its range is restricted in comparison with ours.
I may be able to alter its components, but it will take time.
Get to work on it. We've got to contact the ship.
Mea, I want you to give me a complete layout of this building complex.
- How do I get to the War Room? - No!
Now, listen to me.
I'm trying to help you, to save your life and the lives of millions like you.
If you help me, maybe I can do it.
If you don't, you'll die.
We'll die, and the killing will go on. Or are you that fond of the war?
What are you going to do?
We're going to try and stop the killing.
We'll try to help. Believe me.
I believe you. But...
Tell me what I want to know.
Please.
Time is running out.
We have been unable to destroy the Earth ship.
One of our disintegration chambers has been eliminated,
and we have already fallen far behind in our quota.
This is a grave crisis, and I am at a loss to know how to proceed.
The central channel, Anan.
The Earth ambassador is calling with an urgent message.
What is the greater morality,
open honesty or a deception which may save our lives?
Put me through to the Earth ambassador.
A channel is open, Mr. Ambassador.
You will be speaking to Anan 7,
head of the High Council of the Eminian Union.
Mr. Anan, this is Robert Fox,
Special ambassador for the United Federation of Planets.
A great honour, Mr. Ambassador.
We have approached you openly,
with the intent of establishing formal and friendly relations
between our peoples. But now,
for some reason, you have attacked us, and apparently,
you're holding several special representatives of our Federation.
A mistake, Mr. Ambassador. We are at war.
An error in our sensors indicated that your ship was about to attack us.
I'm giving orders that our attack be stopped.
Now, as to your representatives,
you have my sacred word as an Eminian that they are alive and well.
Thank you.
I thought perhaps it was all a mistake.
Mr. Scott, disrupter beams are no longer hitting us.
Maintain status, Mr. DePaul.
We are most anxious to establish relations with you, Mr. Fox.
We will make arrangements to receive you.
The minute their screens are down, open fire.
Yes, councilman.
I apologise deeply for the misunderstanding.
These are trying times for us, you understand.
I understand.
Mr. Anan, I presume that
you'll have our ship's captain on hand when I beam down.
He will be there, sir. I give you my word.
I'm sure that, from this day forward,
your planet and our Federation will attain the deepest friendship.
I look forward to seeing you.
Diplomacy, gentlemen, should be a job left to diplomats.
You will, of course, immediately resume a peaceful status.
No, sir. I will not.
What did you say?
I'll not lower the screens. Not until the captain tells me to.
You are taking orders from me.
You will lower the screens as a sign of good faith.
- My authority... - I know about your authority,
but the screens stay up.
Mr. Fox, they faked a message from the captain,
they've launched an attack against our ship.
Now you want us to trust them openly?
I want you and expect you to obey my lawful orders.
No, sir. I won't lower the screens.
Your refusal to comply with my orders
has endangered the entire success of this mission!
I can have you sent to a penal colony for this.
That you can, sir, but I won't lower the screens.
Your name will figure prominently in my report to the Federation Central.
Well, Scotty, now you've done it.
Aye. The haggis is in the fire for sure, but I'll not lower my defences
on the word of that mealy-mouthed gentleman down below.
Not until I know what happened to the captain.
Won't you join me in a drink, captain?
You'll find our trova most interesting.
I didn't come to drink.
I assume that is what you used
to destroy disintegration chamber number 12.
A very efficient weapon. I'm not afraid of using it.
My first impression was correct.
You are a barbarian.
I am?
Don't sound so incredulous, captain.
Of course you are. We all are.
A killer first, a builder second.
A hunter, a warrior and, let's be honest, a murderer.
That is our joint heritage, is it not?
We're a little less cold-blooded about it than you are.
What do you want, captain?
I want to contact my ship.
Where are my communicators?
In a safe place.
You take a lot of chances, councilman.
You're worried about your ship, captain. I'm trying to save a world.
If I were you,
I'd think about saving my life.
Won't you have a drink, captain?
And then we can discuss our differences.
I'm not interested in discussing our differences.
You don't seem to realise the risk you're taking.
We don't make war with computers
and herd the casualties into suicide stations.
We make the real thing, councilman.
I could destroy this planet.
Why do you think I don't let you talk to your ship?
I don't need the ship for that.
You mean, all by yourself with a disrupter, you can destroy this planet?
That's exactly what I mean.
- I had no idea you were so formidable. - You seem to think I'm joking.
Where are the communicators?
If I told you, captain, would you walk right out and get them?
Something like that.
Very well, captain. They're in the War Room.
Go left, down the corridor, left again. They are unguarded.
Is he alive?
Pity.
A man like that would have preferred to die fighting.
Take him to the Council Room.
Ambassador Fox?
I am Robert Fox. Have I the honour of addressing Anan 7?
Welcome to Eminiar, Mr. Ambassador.
Mr. Ambassador, I am truly sorry for what must happen.
I beg your pardon?
You and your party have been declared war casualties.
You will be taken immediately to one of our casualty stations
so that your deaths may be recorded.
You mean we are to be killed?
That is correct, Mr. Ambassador.
I regret it very much, but there is nothing I can do about it.
Spock to Enterprise. Come in.
Mr. Scott, it's Mr. Spock.
Scotty here, Mr. Spock. Go ahead.
- Is the ship all right? - We've been through a bit,
but we're all right now. How about the captain and you?
The captain is overdue. We've suffered no casualties among us.
This is important.
Under no circumstances shall anyone beam down from the Enterprise.
They'd be killed the moment they arrived.
That ties it. That popinjay Fox went down a couple of minutes ago.
- The ambassador? - I knew it had a rotten ring to it.
Orbit out to maximum phaser range and stand by for further orders.
Spock out.
What are you going to do, Mr. Spock?
Find the ambassador and the captain.
Yeoman Tamura, you stay here
and prevent this young lady from immolating herself.
Knock her down and sit on her, if necessary. This is a killing situation.
Do what you must to protect yourself. Clear?
Yes, sir.
What are you doing?
I'm a representative of the United Federation of Planets!
A special representative.
Get in line.
- Mr. Spock. - Please, Mr. Fox.
Ladies and gentlemen, please move quickly away
from the chamber or you may be injured.
What are you doing, Mr. Spock?
Practising a peculiar variety of diplomacy, sir.
I'll take you to a place of comparative safety, then I must find the captain.
They have him. The guards told us.
They took him to the Council Room under heavy guard.
By now, Mr. Ambassador, I'm sure you realise
that normal diplomatic procedures are ineffective here.
I've never been a soldier, Mr. Spock, but I learn very quickly.
Very well, sir. We need all the help we can get.
Captain, surely you can see the position we are in.
If your people do not report to our disintegration chambers,
it is a violation of an agreement that dates back 500 years.
My people are not responsible for your agreements.
You will be responsible for an escalation that will destroy everything.
Millions of people horribly killed,
complete destruction of our culture here.
Yes, and the culture on Vendikar.
Disaster, disease, starvation,
horrible, lingering death, pain and anguish.
That seems to frighten you.
It would frighten any sane man.
Yes, you're quite right.
Don't you understand, captain? We have done away with all that.
Now you are threatening to bring it down on us again.
Are those 500 people of yours more important
than the hundreds of millions of innocent people
on Eminiar and Vendikar? What kind of monster are you?
I'm a barbarian. You said it yourself.
I had hoped I had spoken only figuratively.
Oh, no, you were quite accurate. I plan to prove it to you.
Open a channel to the Enterprise.
You give me no choice, captain.
We are not bandits. You force us to act as bandits.
This is the USS Enterprise.
Scotty, general order 24 in two hours! In two hours!
Enterprise, this is Anan 7,
First Councilman of the High Council of Eminiar.
We hold your captain, his party, your ambassador and his party prisoners.
Unless you immediately start transportation
of all personnel aboard your ship to the surface, the hostages will be killed.
You have 30 minutes.
I mean it, captain.
All that it means is that I won't be around for the destruction.
You heard me give general order 24.
That means in two hours the Enterprise will destroy Eminiar Vll.
Planetary defence system. Open fire on the Enterprise.
I'm sorry, councilman, the target has moved out of range.
You wouldn't do this.
Hundreds of millions of people...
I didn't start it, councilman...
...but I'm liable to finish it.
Councilman, I received a message from Vendikar.
Our time is nearly up. Our quota is short by several thousand.
They accuse us of reneging on the treaty.
You see? Lt's started.
You're wrong. It hasn't begun.
Councilman, disintegrator station 11 has been destroyed.
Guard positions in tunnels eight and ten fail to answer.
Earth party reported seen in corridor 4-A.
You have less than two hours, councilman.
What I want or don't want has nothing to do with it. Escalation is automatic.
- You can stop it! - Stop it?
I'm counting on it.
Open a channel, lieutenant.
This is the commander of the USS Enterprise.
All cities and installations on Eminiar Vll
have been located, identified and fed into our fire control system.
In one hour and 45 minutes,
the entire inhabited surface of your planet will be destroyed.
You have that long to surrender your hostages.
What can I do? Somebody, please tell me.
Hold it!
Over there. You, over there. Move, move, move.
Now we'll talk.
I had assumed you needed help. I see I'm in error.
Oh, I need the help. In there, Mr. Spock.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in, Scotty.
Aye, captain. Are you all right?
Everything's secure here. Maintain position.
If everything goes according to plan, you can beam us up in ten minutes.
If you don't hear from us, carry out general order 24 on schedule.
Aye, aye, captain. Is there anything else we can do?
Cross your fingers. Kirk out.
Death, destruction, disease, horror,
that's what war is all about, Anan.
That's what makes it a thing to be avoided.
You've made it neat and painless.
So neat and painless, you've had no reason to stop it.
And you've had it for 500 years.
Since it seems to be the only way I can save my crew and my ship,
I'm going to end it for you. One way or another.
- Mr. Ambassador? - Yes, captain?
Would you mind taking these people
out into the corridor and holding them there?
Gentlemen, if you please.
You.
Come with me. Mr. Osborne.
Our communicators, weapons.
All right, Mr. Spock.
These are the attack computers, captain.
That one's defence, that one computes the casualties.
They're all tied in with a subspace transmission unit
which keeps them in constant contact with their Vendikan counterparts.
- Yes, go on. - The moment contact is broken,
it abrogates the agreement between the two warring parties.
What are you gonna do?
This one's the key.
The circuit is now locked. Destroy this one, and they'll all go.
- Good. Get him out of here. - No, wait a minute, please. Please!
Let's go.
Against the wall!
- Do you realise what you have done? - Yes, I do.
I've given you back the horrors of war.
The Vendikans will now assume you've broken your agreement
and that you're preparing to wage real war with real weapons.
They'll want to do the same. Only the next attack they launch
will do a lot more than just count up numbers on a computer.
They'll destroy your cities, devastate your planet.
You, of course, will want to retaliate. If I were you, I'd start making bombs.
Yes, councilman, you have a real war on your hands.
You can either wage it with real weapons,
or you might consider an alternative.
Put an end to it. Make peace.
There can be no peace.
Don't you see? We've admitted it to ourselves.
We're a killer species. It's instinctive. It's the same with you.
Your general order 24.
All right. It's instinctive.
But the instinct can be fought.
We're human beings
with the blood of a million savage years on our hands.
But we can stop it.
We can admit that we're killers, but we're not going to kill today.
That's all it takes. Knowing that we're not going to kill today.
Contact Vendikar.
I think you'll find that they're just as terrified, appalled, horrified as you are.
That they'll do anything to avoid the alternative I've given you.
Peace or utter destruction.
It's up to you.
As a third party interested only in peace
and the establishment of normal relations,
I shall be glad to offer my services as negotiator between you and Vendikar.
I've had some small experiences in such matters.
There may be a chance.
We have a direct channel with Vendikar's High Council.
- It hasn't been used in centuries. - Then it's long overdue.
Shall we go?
There's a chance it may work, captain.
- Kirk to Enterprise. Scotty? - Scott here, captain.
Cancel implementation of general order 24.
Alert Transporter Room. We're ready to beam up.
Lay in a course for Argana II, navigator. Mr. Scott.
Space detail set, captain.
Message from Eminiar Vll, captain.
Ambassador Fox reports negotiations are under way with Vendikar.
- Outlook hopeful. - Good.
Captain, you took a big chance.
Did I, Mr. Spock?
They had been killing 3 million people a year.
It had been going on for 500 years. An actual attack wouldn't have killed
any more people than one of their computer attacks,
but it would've ended their ability to make war.
The fighting would've been over. Permanently.
But you didn't know that it would work.
No. It was a calculated risk.
Still, the Eminians keep a very orderly society,
and actual war is a very messy business.
A very, very messy business.
I had a feeling that they would do anything to avoid it. Even talk peace.
A feeling is not much to go on.
Sometimes a feeling, Mr. Spock, is all we humans have to go on.
Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.
Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.