Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan

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Captain's Log:
|Stardate 8130.3.

Starship Enterprise|on training mission

to Gamma Hydra,|Section 14,

coordinates 22-87-4.

Approaching neutral zone.

All systems normal|and functioning.

Leaving Section 14|for Section 15.

Stand by.

Project parabolic course|to avoid entering neutral zone.

Aye, Captain.

Course change projected.

Captain,|I'm getting something

on the distress channel.

On speakers.

Imperative.

This is Kobayashi Maru.

We've struck a gravitic mine|and have lost power.

Our hull is penetrated|and we have sustained...

This is the starship|Enterprise.

Your message|is breaking up.

Can you give us your|coordinates?

Our position is Gamma Hydra,|Section 10.

In the neutral zone.

Hull penetrated.

Life support|systems failing.

Can you assist us,|Enterprise?

Data on Kobayashi Maru.

Vessel is third-class|neutronic fuel carrier,

crew of 81,300 passengers.

Damn.

Mr. Sulu,|plot an intercept course.

May I remind you that if the starship|enters the zone...

I'm aware of my responsibilities,|mister.

Estimating two minutes|to intercept.

Now entering|the neutral zone.

Warning.|We have entered neutral zone.

We are now in violation|of treaty, Captain.

Stand by,|transporter room,

ready to beam|survivors aboard.

Captain,|I've lost their signal.

Alert. Three Klingon cruisers|bearing 3-1-6 mark 4,

closing fast.

Visual.

Battle stations.|Activate shields.

Shields activated.

Tell them we're|on a rescue mission.

They're jamming|the frequencies.

Klingons on attack course|and closing.

We're over our heads.

Mr. Sulu,|get us out of here.

I'll try, Captain.

Alert. Klingon torpedoes|activated. Alert.

Evasive action.

Engineering, damage report.

Main energizer hit,|Captain.

Engage auxiliary power.

Prepare to return fire.

Aah!

Shields collapsing,|Captain.

Fire all phasers.

No power|to the weapons, Captain.

Captain, it's no use.

We're dead in space.

Activate escape pods.

Send out the log buoy.

All hands abandon ship.

All right, open it up.

Any suggestions, Admiral?

Prayer, Mr. Saavik.

The Klingons|don't take prisoners.

Lights.

Blowers on.

Captain.

Trainees,|to the briefing room.

Maintenance Crew,|report to bridge simulator.

Maintenance Crew,|report to bridge simulator.

Physician, heal thyself.

Is that all?|What about my performance?

I'm not|a drama critic.

Staying with|a sinking ship?

Permission|to speak candidly, sir.

Granted.

This was not a fair test|of my abilities.

Why not?

Because there was|no way to win.

A no-win situation|is always possible.

Has that never|occurred to you?

No, sir, it has not.

Dealing with death|is at least as important

as dealing with life.

That thought had not|occurred to me.

Now you have something new|to think about.

Carry on.

Engineering Cadets,|assemble on C Level.

Admiral, why not put|an experienced crew on the ship?

Galloping around the cosmos

is a game for the young.

Now, what does that mean?

Aren't you dead?

I assume you're|loitering around here

to learn what efficiency rating|I plan to give your cadets.

I am understandably curious.

They destroyed|the simulator room

and you with it.

The Kobayashi Maru|scenario

frequently wreaks havoc with students|and equipment.

You took the test|three times yourself.

Your final solution|was unique.

That was its virtue.

Oh, by the way,|thank you for this.

I know of your fondness|for antiques.

"It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times."

Message, Spock?

None that I know.|Except, of course, happy birthday.

Surely the best of times.

Captain Spock,

space shuttle leaving|in 15 minutes.

Where are you off to?

The Enterprise,|to check in before your inspection.

And you?

Home.

Bless me, Doctor,|what beams you

into this neck|of the woods?

Beware Romulans|bearing gifts.

Happy birthday, Jim.

Thanks.

Romulan ale.

Why, Bones,|this is illegal.

I only use it|for medicinal purposes.

I got aboard a ship|that brings it in.

Now, don't be a prig.

Well, it takes this stuff|a while to ferment.

Here, give me.

Now, you open this one.

I'm almost afraid to.

What is it?|Klingon aphrodisiacs?

No.

Bones, this is...

charming.

For most patients|your age,

I'd recommend|Retinax 5.

I'm allergic|to Retinax.

Exactly. Cheers!

Cheers.

Ahh.

Happy birthday.

I don't know|what to say.

You could say thank you.

Thank you.

Damn it, Jim,|what the hell's the matter with you?

Why are we treating your birthday|like a funeral?

Bones, I don't want|to be lectured.

What the hell|do you want?

This is not about age,|and you know it.

It's about you flying|a goddamn computer console

when you want to be|out there hopping galaxies.

Spare me|your poetry.

We all have|assigned duties.

Bull!

You're hiding- hiding behind|rules and regulations.

From whom?

From yourself, Admiral.

Don't mince words, Bones.

What do you really think?

Jim, I'm your doctor,|and I'm your friend.

Get back your command.

Get it back|before you turn

into part|of this collection,

before you|really do grow old.

Starship Log:
|Stardate 8130.4.

Log entry|by First Officer Pavel Chekov.

Starship Reliant on orbital approach|to Ceti Alpha VI

in connection|with Project Genesis.

We are searching|for a lifeless planet

to use as a test site

for the Genesis experiment.

So far, no success.

Standard orbit, please.

Mr. Beach, any change|in the surface scan?

Negative.

Limited atmosphere|dominated by kraylon gas,

sand, high-velocity winds.

incapable of supporting life forms.

Does it have to be|completely lifeless?

Have you found something?

We picked up|a minor energy flux

on one dynoscanner.

Damn. Are you sure?

Maybe the scanner's|out of adjustment.

I suppose it could be a particle|of preanimate matter

caught in the matrix.

Get on the Comm-pic|to Dr. Marcus.

Aye, sir.

Maybe it's something|we can transplant.

You know what she'll say.

Let me get this straight-

something you can transplant?

Yes, Doctor.

Something you can transplant?

I don't know.

But it may only be|preanimate matter.

Then again, it may not.

There can't be|so much as a microbe,

or the show's off.

Have a look.|If it can be moved-

You bet, Doctor.|we're on our way.

Well, don't have kittens.|Genesis will work.

They'll remember you|with Newton, Einstein, Surak.

Thanks. No respect|from my offspring.

Par for the course.

You teaming up|with me for bridge?

Maybe.

What is it?

Whenever we deal|with Starfleet,

I get nervous.

We are dealing|with something

that could be perverted|into a dreadful weapon.

Remember that overgrown Boy Scout

you hung around with?

Jim Kirk|was many things,

but he was never|a boy scout.

Captain Terrell,|standby to beam down.

Chekov,|are you sure

these are|the correct coordinates?

Captain, this is|the garden spot

of Ceti Alpha VI.

I can barely see it.

There's nothing here.

The tricorder|must be broken.

Chekov, over here.

Those look like|cargo carriers.

Hey, give me a hand.

What the hell happened?

If they crashed,

where's the rest|of the ship?

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