Captain's Log : Star date 5730.2.
The planet Ariannus is vital
as a transfer point on regular space commercial lanes.
It has been attacked by a bacterial invasion
which threatens to render it lifeless unless checked.
Our mission-- to decontaminate it.
Mr. Chekov, an estimated time of arrival for Ariannus?
At present speed, our E.T.A. is three hours, four minutes, sir.
Lieutenant Uhura, advise the planet's ministry of health
that we'll begin decontamination procedures
- upon locking into orbit. - Aye, aye, sir.
Scotty, will that present any problems?
None, sir. All tanks are being positioned.
Captain, sensors indicate a space vehicle ahead.
- Is it within visual range? - Coming into range now.
It's following a very erratic course.
Put it on the screen, extreme magnification.
I think that may be a Starfleet shuttlecraft.
That is exactly what it is, Mr. Chekov.
It looks like the one stolen from Star base 4.
Lt. Uhura, try to contact them on command frequency 2.
Aye, Captain.
- No response, sir. - Try all frequencies.
Aye, sir. Hailing on all frequencies.
There is one living creature aboard-- humanoid.
He is either injured or ill.
His craft shows internal atmospheric leakage.
The creature may be suffocating.
[Kirk] Lieutenant Sulu, activate tractor beams.
Tractor beams activated. We have it, sir.
- Prepare to bring it aboard. - Aye, sir.
- Lt. Uhura, send a security team. - Aye, sir.
Mr. Spock, come with me. Scotty.
[Loudspeaker] Hangar doors open and clearing
for entrance of shuttlecraft.
Shuttlecraft approaching hangar deck.
- [Intercom] Bridge to Capt. Kirk. - Kirk here.
Hangar doors are closed, and deck is pressurizing.
We'll enter as soon as the doors open, and we'll go on my command.
[Button Beeps]
Space-- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the star ship 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.
You are certain, Doctor, that this pigmentation
is the natural condition of this individual?
That's what I've recorded, Mr. Spock.
Do we have any knowledge of a planet
that could have produced such a race of beings?
- Negative, Captain. - Bones, what do you make of it?
I can't give you any specific circumstance that will explain him.
And judging by looking at him, we know at the very least
he is the result of a very dramatic conflict.
There is no theory, Captain, from the basic work of Mendel
to recent nucleotide studies, which would explain our captive.
All gradations of colour from black to brown,
to yellow to white are genetically predictable.
We must therefore conclude that this alien
is that often unaccountable rarity--
a mutation, one of a kind.
- I would agree. That's the case. - Your prognosis, Doctor?
Well, I can't give you one. I've never worked on anyone
or anything like him.
Yet, you are pumping him full of your noxious potions
as if he were a human.
When in doubt, the book prevails, Mr. Spock!
I've run tests. Blood is blood, even when it's green like yours.
The organs are there.
They're rearranged to a degree, plus a few I've never seen before.
Now, I've enriched the oxygen content of his blood
and pumped in a strong stimulant.
And I must say, his recuperative powers appear to be excellent.
With your permission, Captain, I shall do some further research
and join you on the bridge.
He's coming around, Doctor.
Touch and go there for a minute, but you're out of danger now.
You're aboard the star ship Enterprise.
I've heard of it. It's in the United Fleet of Planets?
Federation. So is the shuttlecraft
- that you were flying. - It was?
Don't you usually know whose property you've stolen?
I am not a thief!
Well, certainly no ordinary thief,
considering what it is you... appropriated.
You're being very loose with your accusations
and drawing conclusions without any facts.
I do know you made off with a ship that didn't belong to you.
I do not make off with things.
My need gave me the right to use the ship.
Mark the word, sir-- the use of it!
You can try those technical evasions on Starfleet Command.
That's where you'll be facing your charges.
[Sighs] I'm grateful for your rescue.
Don't mention it. We're pleased to have caught you.
Who are you?
My name is Lokai.
Go on.
From the planet Cheron.
That's in the southernmost part of the galaxy,
in an uncharted quarter.
What are you doing so far from home?
You understand that when we complete our mission,
we'll take you to star base where you'll face a very serious charge.
The charge is trifling. I would've returned the ship as soon as l--
Had what? What were you going to do?
You monotone humans are all alike. First you condemn and then attack!
I will answer no more questions.
Well, however we view him, Captain, he's certainly no ordinary specimen.
Well, Lokai, I don't know what's normal for you exactly,
but if I had your readings, I'd be the most incredible
physical specimen of all time.
We've never encountered a being like you.
I'd like to know more about you and your planet.
- I'm very tired. - And very evasive.
Or at least not fully responsive. Now, then--
I insist, I'm extremely tired.
Made so by your vindictive cross-examinations.
I will answer no more questions.
- Lt. Uhura. - [Intercom] Lt. Uhura here.
Notify Star base 4 that we've recovered its shuttlecraft,
and it will be returned along with its user
as soon as we've completed our mission at Ariannus.
Aye, sir.
Bones, if you're satisfied that the mutation theory is applicable,
I'll make a note of it in my report.
Unless we get more information from him, it'll have to serve.
- [Intercom Beeps] - Kirk here.
[Chekov] Captain, contact with alien ship, sir.
I'll be right there. Notify Mr. Spock.
Put the ship on the viewing screen, Mr. Sulu.
- Still nothing, Mr. Chekov. - I verify, sir, it's out there.
Maximum magnification.
I draw a blank, Mr. Spock. Your response?
Negative, Captain.
No malfunction, sir. The reading persists.
- What is it? - There is a vessel out there.
Could it be a Romulan ship using their cloaking device?
Negative. This would not be a Romulan vessel.
It is totally alien in configuration.
Motive power unknown. Small size of the craft
indicates a rapid scout vessel, one- or two-man crew.
Captain, I've tried all hailing frequencies. Negative, sir.
- Weaponry on the vessel? - Nothing identifiable.
The craft appears to be built for speed rather than combat.
Something out there can't be seen.
- Explanation? - None. Completely elusive.
In fact, it's invisible.
There is no sensor failure. The readings persist.
It's headed straight for us!
Evasive action.
It shifts with us, sir. And we're pushing to the limit!
Deflector shields activated, Mr. Sulu.
- Automatic, sir. - We're on a collision course!
It's out of control or a suicide mission.
Sound warning for collision. Red alert!
[Alarms Blaring]
Brace yourself for collision! Brace yourself!
Readout, Mr. Spock.
It just disintegrated.
- Fascinating. - What is it now?
It is gone now, Captain,
but it seems to have deposited an alien presence.
- Where? - [Man]Right here, Captain.
Explain, Spock.
One of a kind?
[Alarm Continues Blaring]
- I am Bele. - Of the planet Cheron?
Forgive my unorthodox arrival.
Your mode of travel was also unorthodox.
Secure from red alert. What happened to your vehicle?
It served me long and durably. Unfortunately,
the strain of pursuit has exceeded its qualities.
I was just able to complete this trip and disembark in time,
or I would have disintegrated in space with it.
A most unique craft. Pity it couldn't be salvaged for our study.
Yes. It was sheathed in special materials
that rendered it invisible.
What brings you to us?
You bear precious cargo-- Lokai.
He has taken refuge aboard this ship. I am here to claim him.
All personnel aboard this vessel are subject to my command.
No one claims anyone without due process.
My apologies, Captain. I overstepped my powers.
Claim is undoubtedly an unfortunate word.
What is your authorization? From what source?
I am chief officer of the Commission on Political Traitors.
Lokai was tried and convicted of treason, but had escaped.
[Snickers] May I see him, please?
He's in Sick Bay.
Remember, since you're aboard the Enterprise,
you're bound by its regulations.
Hmm. With your permission, Captain.
Mr. Spock.
Well, Lokai, it's a pleasure to see you again.
This time I'm sure our joining
will be of a more permanent nature.
Captain, you are to be congratulated.
Never before has Lokai been rendered so... quiescent.
I will not return to a land of murdering oppressors!
I told you where you were going.
I allowed your fellow countryman here simply as a courtesy.
And you see how this killer repays you,
as he repays all his benefactors.
Benefactors? He's a liar!
He raided our homes, tore us from our families,
herded us together like cattle and then sold us as slaves!
They were savages, Captain.
We took them into our hearts, our homes. We educated them.
Yes! Just education enough to serve the master race.
You were the product of our love! And you repaid us with murder.
Why should a slave show mercy to the enslaver?
That was changed thousands of years ago. You were freed.
Were we free to be men?
Free to be husbands and fathers?
Free to live our lives in equality and dignity?
Yes, if you knew how to use your freedom.
You were free enough to burn all the things that had been built!
I tried to break the chains of 100 million people.
My only crime is that I failed, to that I do plead guilty.
There is an order in things.
He asks for utopia in a day.
It can't be done.
Not in a day. And not in ten times 10,000 years by your thinking.
To you, we are a breed who will never be ready.
Genocide for my people is the plan for your utopia.
You're insane, you filthy little plotter of ruin!
You vicious subverter of every decent thought!
Oh, you're coming back to pay for your crimes!
I know you and all those with whom you're plotting
to take power permanently.
When I return to Cheron, you will understand what power is.
I will have armies of followers.
It's now very clear you know each other extremely well, gentlemen.
The only service this ship can offer is to bring you together.
It is not a battlefield!
Captain, I led revolutionaries, not criminals!
I demand political asylum. This ship is a sanctuary.
I'll tell you once more. For you, this ship is a prison.
Captain, it is imperative
that you return Lokai to Cheron for judgment.
Commissioner, Cheron is not a member of the Federation.
Your demand for possession of this prisoner cannot be honored.
There are no extradition procedures to allow it.
Is that clear, Commissioner Bele?
Captain, I hope you will be sensible.
- How do you mean? - Cooperation.
I cannot take sides.
Since I am without a vessel to return to Cheron,
I insist that you take us there immediately.
Impossible. I have a mission to accomplish.
There's a planet to be decontaminated. Lives are at stake.
Once that has been completed, I'll return to Star base 4 and
turn you over to the authorities. You can make your case to them.
I am sorry, Captain.
That will not be satisfactory, not at all satisfactory.
Commissioner, as a visiting dignitary from a far planet,
I offer you every hospitality aboard this ship.
Choose any other course --
You're the captain.
Yes, I am.
I think we can consider your... problem... settled.
At least for the present.
I have ordered guest quarters for you on deck six.
And I suggest you get a great deal of rest.
Especially your vocal chords.
It seems you'll have a double opportunity
to practice your oratory on Star base 4.
[Intercom] Chekov to Capt. Kirk.
Chekov to Capt. Kirk. Urgent.
- Kirk here. - Captain, we're off course.
- Well, get back on course. - That's just it, sir.
The ship's taken a new heading all by itself.
I'll be right there.
Have you located the malfunction?
[Sulu] The ship is unresponsive. We're moving away from Ariannus.
Explanation, Mr. Spock?
Elusive, Captain. I am investigating.
I can't understand it. I simply have no control.
- Kirk to engineering. - [Intercom]Scott here.
Scotty, we're off course. Check maneuvering controls.
Aye, sir. Hold.
Captain, no malfunction indicated.
- Switch to auxiliary. - Aye, sir. Out.
- Engineer to bridge. - Kirk here.
- On auxiliary, sir. - Stand by for check.
- Scotty, we're still off course. -I'll be right up.
- Speed, Mr. Chekov. - We're moving at warp 8.
- And new course? - 4-0-3 mark 7.
Straight for the Coal Sack if there is no letup.
Lt. Uhura, put the ship on red alert.
[Alarms Blaring]
All hands, this is the captain. The ship is on red alert.
Repeat, the ship is on red alert.
There has been an unidentified malfunction
in the ship's directional control.
Repeat, the ship is off course and out of our control.
[Alarms Continue Blaring]
- Our new heading, Mr. Chekov? - 4-0-3 mark 7.
- Spock? - Confirmed, Captain.
Holding pattern. Coordinates now indicate we are charting course to--
Captain, Cheron lies between 4-0-3 mark 7 and mark 9.
We're on the way to Cheron. Captain, this ship is now under my direction.
For 50,000 of your terrestrial years,
I have been pursuing Lokai through the galaxy.
I have not travelled this far, this long, only to give him up.
This ship goes where my will drives it.
Captain, we are now at warp 10 and the speed is increasing!
Captain, course is now clearly straight for Cheron
despite all efforts to direct us to Ariannus.
I will not return to Cheron! You must guarantee me sanctuary.
He cannot help you now. You are lost, Lokai.
You're on the way to judgment, to final punishment.
Stop him!
You evil mound of filth. Not this time.
My cause is just. All of you must help me!
Oh, the old cry: Pity me! Pity me!
Everywhere he's gone, he's been helped to escape.
On every planet he's found fools who bleed for him
and shed tears for the oppressed one.
But there is no escape for you on this ship.
This is your last sanctuary.
- Kill him! Kill him! - You're two of a kind.
And we are both going to Cheron.
You cannot change the course any more than you can change me.
This ship goes where I want it to go!
Security, put them both in the brig.
Phasers on stun. Fire.
[Phasers Whistling]
Your phasers are ineffective against our shields. You are helpless.
What a fool I am, expecting help from someone like you!
This ship is going to Ariannus.
No, this ship is going to Cheron.
I will let nothing interfere.
We are going to Ariannus!
The lives of a billion people make no other choice possible.
You are being obtuse, Captain. I am permitting no choice.
My will now controls this, and nothing can break it.
- Bele? - Hmm?
I am captain of this ship,
and it will follow whatever course I set for it,
or I will order its destruction.
You're bluffing.
I will destroy it!
You can no more destroy this ship than I can change colour.
Lt. Uhura, tie in the bridge to the master computer.
Aye, sir.
Computer, destruct sequence. Are you ready to copy?
[Computer] Working.
[Computer Beeps]
Prepare to verify destruct sequence code one.
[Computer Beeps]
Computer, this is Captain James Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Destruct sequence one. Code one, 1-A.
[Computer Beeps] Voice and code one, 1-A verified and correct.
Sequence one complete.
Mr. Spock.
This is Commander Spock, science officer.
Destruct sequence number two. Code one, 1-A, 2-B.
[Computer Beeps] Voice and code verified and correct.
Sequence two complete.
Mr. Scott.
This is Lieutenant Commander Scott,
chief engineering officer of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Destruct sequence number three.
Code 1-B, 2-B, 3.
[Computer Beeps] Voice and code 1-B, 2-B, 3
verified and correct.
Destruct sequence completed and engaged.
Awaiting final code for 30-second countdown.
Mr. Spock, has the ship returned to the course set for it by my orders?
Negative, Captain. We are still headed directly for Cheron.
[Computer] Destruct sequence engaged.
Awaiting final code for 30-second countdown.
this is Captain James Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Begin 30-second countdown.
Code zero, zero, zero
destruct zero.
[Computer Processing]
[Computer Beeping] Thirty seconds...
29, 28, 27--
Twenty-five seconds--
Let's see you prevent the computer from fulfilling my commands.
[Computer Continues Beeping]
Twenty seconds--
From five to zero, no command in the universe
can prevent the computer from fulfilling its destruct orders.
[Computer] Fifteen seconds--
You can use your will to drag this ship to Cheron.
But I command the computer. Mine is the final command.
[Computer] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six--
- I agree! - Computer.
This is Captain James Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Code one, two, three continuity.
Abort destruct order. Repeat...
code one, two, three continuity.
Abort destruct order.
[Computer Beeping] Destruct order aborted.
Destruct order aborted.
Mr. Spock, is this ship headed for Ariannus?
Negative, Captain. The Enterprise is now moving in a circular course.
And at warp 10, we're going now here mighty fast.
I warned you of his treachery. Kill him!
We're waiting for you to fulfil your commitment, Commissioner.
Captain, I am happy to have you complete
your mission of mercy to the planet Ariannus.
It was madness to interfere with such a worthwhile endeavour.
But, if you will, upon completion, please,
take me and my traitorous captive to Cheron.
I make no deals for control of this ship, sir.
The ship's course is now in your control.
Ship's course?
Enterprise is now on course to Ariannus, Captain.
Speed, Scotty?
Warp 6 and smoothly operating, sir.
- Lt. Uhura, cancel red alert. - Aye, sir.
Let me reaffirm my position, gentlemen.
I could put you in the brig for what you have done, but I won't do it
because you are new to this part of the galaxy,
which is governed by the United Federation of Planets.
We live in peace with full exercise of individual rights.
The need to resort to violence and force has long since passed,
and it will not be tolerated aboard this ship.
You are free to move about the ship.
I hope that you'll take the opportunity
to know more about the Federation
through its best representatives, my crew.
But let me make it clear.
I will stand for no interference with the function of this ship.
All hands, return to normal routine.
Captain out.
You speak very well, Captain.
-Your words promise justice for all. - We try, sir.
Yes, well, I have learned to wait for actions.
After Ariannus, what is justice?
I shall wait to see it dispensed.
[Door Opening, Closing]
Fascinating. Two irrevocably hostile humanoids.
Disgusting is what I call them.
That description is not scientifically accurate.
Mr. Spock, the word disgusting
describes exactly what I feel about those two.
That's enough for today.
Those two are beginning to affect you.
And I know from my actions
you must all think me a volcanic hothead,
erupting lava from my nostrils at danger signals
that are only figments of my imagination.
But believe me, my friends, there can be no moment
when I can have my guard down where such as Bele is present.
So what happens? I act the madman
out of the anger and frustration he forces upon me,
and there by prove his point that lam a madman.
[Man]No one knows how he'll react under pressure, Lokai.
[Chekov] After all, we are only human.
[Lokai] Ah, Mr. Chekov,
therein lies my lack of ability to alert you and your captain
to the real threat of someone like Bele.
You are from the planet Earth. There is no persecution on your planet.
How can you understand my fear,
my apprehension, my degradation, my suffering?
[Chekov] There was persecution on Earth once.
I remember reading about it in my history class.
[Sulu] Yes, but it happened way back in the 20th century.
There's no such primitive thinking today.
[Lokai] You have read about it in history, I see.
How can I make your flesh know how it feels
to see all those who are like you,
and only because they are like you,
despised, slaughtered, and even worse,
denied the simplest bit of decency that is a living being's right?
Do you know what it would be like to be dragged out of your hovel
into a war on another planet?
A battle that will serve your oppressor
and bring death to you and your brothers.
Putting the matter into the hands of your Starfleet Command
is, of course, the proper procedure.
How long will it be before we hear from them, Captain?
I expect the answer is already on its way.
Well, then, let us drink to their wise solution to our problem.
- Let's do that. - Commissioner, Starfleet Command
may not arrive at the solution you anticipate.
There is the matter of the shuttlecraft
which Lokai appropriated.
The interrogation of that matter
may be of paramount importance to Starfleet.
Gentlemen, we are discussing a question of degree.
Surely, stealing a shuttlecraft cannot be equated
with the importance of murdering thousands of people.
We do not know that Lokai has done that.
One thing we are agreed on is that Lokai is a criminal.
[Kirk]No, Commissioner.
The one thing we're agreed upon is that Lokai took a shuttlecraft.
- [Intercom] Uhura to Capt. Kirk. - Excuse me. Kirk here.
I have a communication from Starfleet Command, sir.
- Yes, read it. - "Starfleet Command
"extends greetings to Commissioner Bele of the planet Cheron.
"His urgent request to be transported to his planet
"with the man he claims prisoner has been taken under consideration.
"It is with great regret that we cannot honour that request.
"Intergalactic treaty clearly specifies
"that no being can be extradited without due process.
"In view of the circumstances,
"we have no doubt that after a hearing at star base,
"Commissioner Bele will be permitted to retain his prisoner
- and be provided transportation--" - That's enough. Thank you.
As always, Lokaihas managed to gain allies.
Now, wait a minute, Commissioner--
Even if they don't recognize themselves as being such.
Yes, he will evade, delay, and escape again and in the process
put thousands of innocent beings at each other's throats,
getting them to kill and maim for a cause which they have no stake in,
but which he will force them
to violently espouse by twisting their minds
with his lies, his loathsome accusations
and his foul threats.
I can assure you, Commissioner, that our minds will not be twisted,
not by Lokai, nor by you.
It is obvious to the most simpleminded
that Lokai is of an inferior breed.
The obvious visual evidence, Commissioner,
is that he is of the same breed as yourself.
Are you blind, Commander Spock? Well, look at me.
Look at me!
You're black on one side and white on the other.
I am black on the right side.
I fail to see the significant difference.
Lokai is white on the right side.
All of his people are white on the right side.
Commissioner, perhaps the experience of my own planet Vulcan
may set an example of some value to you.
Vulcan was in danger of being destroyed
by the same conditions and characteristics
which threaten to destroy Cheron.
We were once a people like yourselves-- wildly emotional,
often committed to irrationally opposing points of view,
leading, of course, to death and destruction.
Only the discipline of logic saved my planet from extinction.
Commander Spock, I am delighted that Vulcan was saved.
But you cannot expect Lokai and people like him
to act with self-discipline
any more than you can expect a planet to stop orbiting its sun.
Let Lokai state his grievances.
- Hear him, listen to him. - No.
Maybe he can change.
-Maybe he wants to change his image. -He cannot change.
Change is the essential process of all existence.
For instance, the people of Cheron must have once been mono-coloured.
You mean like both of you?
There must have been a time, long ago, no doubt, when that was true.
- [Intercom Whistling] - Excuse me.
- Kirk here. -[Scott] We're orbiting Ariannus.
Very good. Commence decontamination procedures when ready.
- Advise when complete. - At once, sir. Scott out.
I once heard that on some of your planets
people believe they are descended from apes.
The actual theory is that ail life-forms evolved
from the lower levels to the more advanced stages.
- Ready for decontamination. - Ready, sir.
- Ready here. - Ready, Mr. Scott.
Mr. Sulu, lock into coordinates requested by Ariannus.
Locked in, sir.
Mr. Chekov, position tanks for spray release.
Tanks positioned.
Lt. Uhura, advise Ariannus the mission is to begin on signal.
All ground precautions must be ready.
Ariannus says, "go ahead."
Well, let 'er rip.
- Scott to Capt. Kirk. - Kirk here.
First run complete, sir.
Good. Repeat procedure for maximum effect.
Aye, sir.
Ready to repeat decontamination procedure.
Ready, sir.
- Mr. Sulu? - Ready here.
- Kirk here. - We're completing the final orbit.
I'm awaiting instructions to set course for the next destination.
Very good. We'll be right up. Set directional controls for Star base 4.
Kirk out.
Will you join us on the bridge?
There is nothing I would like more.
Captain's Log : Star date 5730. 7.
Having completed our mission to Ariannus,
the Enterprise is now on course to Star base 4.
The crew is on normal routine,
and we are proceeding without incident.
Trouble, Mr. Chekov?
I don't rightly know, Mr. Spock.
I was trying to program for Star base 4 as ordered.
- I can't get a response. - It just seemed to go dead, sir.
Captain, some of the memory banks of the computer are burned out.
Can you determine which ones?
The directional control and the self-destruct, Captain,
are both burnt out.
I did it like this.
[Electrical Crackling]
Captain's Log : Star date 5730. 6.
In a deliberate act of sabotage,
Commissioner Bele has burned out our destruct mechanism
and through the power of his will has again taken over
directional control of the Enterprise.
Now can we go to Cheron without any more discussion?
At the moment, I seem to have no choice.
So this is justice after Ariannus!
You have signed my death warrant. I warned you what to expect.
Will you continue to let this mockery of justice go on?
If you are partisans of justice, prove it! Kill him!
[Chekov] We are not killers.
What do you do? Carry justice on your tongues?
You will beg for it, but you won't fight or die for it.
After so many years of leading the fight, you seem very much alive.
I doubt that the same can be said for many of his followers.
You're finished, Lokai!
We've got your kind penned in on Cheron into little districts.
It's not going to change.
You've combed the galaxy and come up with nothing but mono-coloured trash,
do-gooders and bleeding hearts.
You're dead, you half-white!
You useless pieces of bland flesh.
I'll take you with me, you half-black.
Bele, you keep this up,
and you'll never get to Cheron with your prisoner.
The rest of this ship will be irreparably damaged.
This will be your final battlefield.
Your 50,000 years of pursuit will have been wasted.
And you, Lokai, you'll die here in space.
You'll inspire no more disciples. Your cause will be ended.
Remember, Captain, political sanctuary is my right.
I am your prisoner. Honour that right,
or the fight will go on and your ship will burn up.
You've made your point.
If you listen to his legalistic trickery,
I shall have to destroy this ship and everybody aboard.
I understand.
Will you return the Enterprise to my control?
Why not?
Scotty, have repairs on directional control been completed?
Aye, sir, rerouted.
Check controls and coordinates.
[Sulu] Controls operating. The Enterprise is responding.
- Captain, it's beautiful. - Locking onto coordinates.
Captain, we are within scanning range of Cheron.
- Is it within visual range? - Coming within visual range now.
Chekov, put it on the screen, extreme magnification.
- What are you picking up? - Several large cities, uninhabited.
Extensive traffic systems, barren of traffic.
Lower animal sand vegetation encroaching on the cities.
No sapient life-forms registering at all, Captain.
[Spock] There is no evidence of natural disaster,
yet there are vast numbers of unburied corpses in all cities.
You mean, all the people are dead?
All dead, Captain.
They have annihilated each other totally.
My people, my-- all dead?
Yes, Commissioner, all of them.
- No one alive? - None at all, sir.
Your band of murderers did this.
Your insane asylum maniacs did this!
Stop it! What's the matter with you two?
Didn't you hear Spock? Your planet is dead!
There's nobody alive on Cheron because of hate.
The cause you fought about no longer exists.
Give yourselves time to breathe. Give up your hate.
You're welcome to live with us.
Listen to me.
You both must end up dead
if you don't stop hating.
You're an idealistic dreamer.
The chase is finished.
He must not escape me.
Where can he go?
- Shall I alert security, sir? - No, Lieutenant.
Where can they run?
[Spock] Captain, I have located them on ship's sensors.
Bele is chasing Lokai on deck 3.
Bele is passing recreation room 3,
approaching the crewmen's lounge.
Lokai is running past the crewmen's lounge.
Lokai has just arrived on deck 5.
Passing recreation room 3.
[Transporter Whirring]
[Transporter Humming]
Captain, someone has activated the transporter mechanism.
Spock, anyone in the transporter room?
Negative, Captain. Transporter room is clear.
However, there is a life-form materializing on the planet.
It is Lokai. He is back on Cheron.
There's nobody there to try him. His judges are all dead.
Captain, the transporter mechanism has been activated again.
- Of course. - It is Bele, Captain.
[Transporter Whirring]
[Transporter Humming]
And another life-form has appeared on Cheron.
It doesn't make any sense.
To expect sense from two mentalities of such extreme viewpoints
is not logical.
But their planet's dead. Does it matter now which one's right?
Not to Lokai and Bele. All that matters to them is their hate.
Do you suppose that's all they ever had, sir?
No. But that's all they have left.
Warp factor 2, Mr. Sulu. Set course for Star base 4.
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