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Remaining power and crew are being

used to repair radiation leaks

on the lower decks. The damage ...

- OK. All right. All right. - ...communications.

Without it... - There's got to be some way.

- ...we cannot contact Starfleet. We

must gather with the rest of Starfleet.

To balance the terms of the next engagement,

- There won't be a next engagement.

By the time we gather it'll be too late.

Look, you say he's from the future and

knows what's gonna happen

then the logical thing is to be unpredictable.

You're assuming that Nero knows

how event's are predicted to unfold.

The contrary. Nero's very presence

has altered the flow of history

beginning with the attack on the USS Kelvin,

culminating with the events of today,

thereby creating an entire new chain of incidents

that cannot be anticipated by either party.

An alternate reality.

Precisely.

Whatever our lives might have been

if the time continuum was disrupted

our destinies have changed.

Mr. Sulu, plot a course for the

Laurentian system. Warp factor 3.

Spock, don't do that.

Running back to the rest of the fleet for

a con fab is a massive waste of time...

These orders were issued by

captain Pike when he left.

He also ordered us to go back and get him.

- Spock, you are captain now. You have...

- I am aware of my responsibilities ...

Every second we waste Nero's

getting closer to his next target.

That is correct and why I'm instructing

you to accept the fact that I'm...

I will not allow us to go backwards...

... instead of hunting Nero down.

Security, escort him out.

- No.

- Jim!

Get him off this ship.

Computer, where am I?

Location:
Delta Vega.

Class M planet. Unsafe.

There is a Starfleet outpost 14km

to the northwest.

- Remain in your pod ...

- Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

Star date 2258.42.

... for ... for ... Whatever.

Acting captain Spock has

marooned me on Delta Vega.

What I believe to be a violation

of security protocol 49.09

governing the treatment of prisoners

aboard a starship.

James T. Kirk.

- Excuse me?

- How did you find me?

How do you know my name?

I have been and always shall be your friend.

Look, I don't know you.

I am Spock.

Bullshit.

It is remarkably pleasing to see

you again old friend.

Especially after the events today.

Sir, I appreciate what you did for me today

but if you were Spock, you'd know

we're not friends at all.

You hate me. You marooned

me here for mutiny.

- Mutiny?

- Yes.

You are not the captain?

No, no... You're the captain.

Pike was taken hostage.

By Nero?

What do you know about him?

He is a particularly troubled Romulan.

Please. Allow me.

It will be easier.

- Whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

- Our minds, one and together.

and threaten to destroy the galaxy.

That is where I'm from Jim.

The future.

A star went supernova.

Consuming everything in its path.

I promised the Romulans that I

will save their planet.

We outfitted our fastest ship.

Using red matter I would create a black hole

which would absorb the exploding star.

I was on root when the unthinkable happened.

The supernova destroyed Romulus.

I had little time.

I had to extract the red matter

and shoot it into the supernova.

As I began my return trip I was intercepted.

- He called himself Nero,

- ... collapse of Romulan Empire.

In my attempt to escape, both of

us were pulled into the black hole.

Nero went through first.

He was the first to arrive.

Nero spent the next 25 years

awaiting my arrival.

But what was years for Nero

was only seconds for me.

I went through the black hole.

Nero was waiting for me.

He held me responsible for the

loss of his world.

He captured my vessel and spared my life.

For one reason. So that

I would know his pain.

He beamed me here so that

I can observe his vengeance.

As he was helpless to save his planet

I would be helpless to save mine.

Billions of lives lost because of me, Jim.

Because I failed.

Forgive me. Emotional transference

is an effect of the mind meld.

- So you do feel.

- Yes.

Going back in time you changed all our lives.

Jim! We must go.

There is a Starfleet outpost not far from here.

Wait.

Where you came from ...

... did I know my father?

Yes.

You often spoke of him as being

your inspiration for joining Starfleet.

He proudly lived to see you become

captain of the Enterprise.

Captain?

A ship we must return you to

as soon as possible.

- Warp 3, sir.

- Course 151-3.

- Laurentian system, sir.

- Thank you gentlemen.

- You wanted to see me?

- Yes. Doctor.

I am aware that James Kirk is a friend of yours.

I recognize that supporting me

as you did must have been difficult.

Is that thank you?

- I am simply acknowledging your difficulties.

- Permission to speak freely, sir.

- I welcome it.

- Do you?

Ok then. Are you out of your Vulcan mind?

Are you making a logical choice sending

Kirk away? Probably. But the right one?

Back home we've got a saying. If you're

gonna ride in the Kentucky derby

you don't leave your prize stallion in the stable

A curious metaphor, Doctor,

as a stallion must first be broken

before it can reach its potential.

My God man. You could at least

act like it was a hard decision.

I intend to insist in the effort to reestablish

communication with Starfleet.

However, if crew moral is better served

by my roaming the halls weeping

I would gladly defer to your medical expertise.

Excuse me.

Green blooded little goblin.

What?

You realize how unacceptable this is?

- Fascinating.

- What?

I am sure you're just doing your job, but

could you not come a wee bit sooner?

Six months I've been here. Living off Starfleet

botty nips and a promise of a good meal.

And I know exactly what's going on here.

Ok? Punishment, isn't it? Ongoing. For

something that was clearly an accident.

- You are Montgomery Scott.

- You know him?

Yeah, it's me. You're in the right place.

Unless theres another hard working

equally starved Starfleet officer around.

- Me.

- Getup, shut up.

You aren't doing anything. You can

eat, like, a bean and you're done.

I'm talking about food, real food.

But you're here now. So, thank you.

Where is it?

You are in fact a Mr. Scott who postulated

the theory of transwarp beaming?

That's what I'm talking about.

How'd ya think I wound up here?

I had a little debate with my instructor

on the issue of relativistic physics and

how it pertains to subspace travel.

He seemed to think that the range of

transporting something like a grapefruit

was limited to about a 100 miles.

I told him that I could not only beam a

grapefruit from one planet to the adjacent planet

in the same system, which is easy by the way

I could do it with a life form.

So, I tested it on admiral Archer's prize beagle.

I know that dog. What happened to it?

I'll tell you when it reappears. I don't

know. I do feel guilty about that.

What if I told you that your transwarp theory was correct?

That it is indeed possible to beam onto

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