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- Captain Kirk to Mr. Scott. - Scott here, sir.
I'm... l'm fine.
Ship's sensors are operating at the moment.
One-one-seven, mark 2.
exact predictions are hazardous.
Or attack.
Prepare to lock phasers into the heart of the community.
and scientific knowledge of all planetary Federation members.
The Zetars are growing stronger.
They will not accept their own deaths.
when she fainted after the storm.
Get her to Sickbay at once.
- Don't let us upset you. - I trust all of you implicitly.
Spock.
Don't resist.
Wait, captain, we've lost Mira.
she put up a valiant struggle to retain her identity
Kirk to Engineering. Mr. Scott? Where the devil is he?
Now, then, tell me. What did you feel before you passed out?
and speak and hear and live out our lives.
Good. From the action of that storm, we'll need all the speed we can get.
I want to be with you.
Would either of you credit Scotty's steadfast belief in her as a factor?
She just didn't understand.
How's she doing, doctor?
Attention, all personnel. The alien being has penetrated the ship.
Come on, now, Mira. We must help the doctor.
It was a factor and it will be a factor in her recovery.
- Yes, captain? - Lieutenant.
Bones, are you able to judge
This is Captain James Kirk of the USS Enterprise.
I've told you what strange tricks a space trip can play on your mind.
Do you understand?
Place of birth, Martian Colony Number 3.
Is the doctor there with you or will I find him in Engineering?
Somehow I find transporting into the darkness unnerving.
They're holding position.
Humans do claim a great deal for that particular emotion.
Still with us, sir.
When a man of Scotty's years falls in love,
Take defensive action.
of the proximity of that phenomenon.
- What is it? - I'm having difficulty with the sensors.
- Bones? - She's dead.
Physical contact between us is fatal to our life forms.
It's all right, Mira. They're gone.
It's space. Space. That's all it is.
brain circuitry pattern of Lieutenant Mira Romaine.