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Report, Mr. Chekov.

Full scan. Results negative.

Radiation level normal.

Atmosphere and terrain are
undisturbed. No evidence of a colony

nor of a force
that might have annihilated it.

- Life readings, Dr. McCoy.
- Nothing.

- They were being attacked by a ship.
- Which we were unable to detect.

An entire human colony,

a whole settlement,

100 men, women and children.

Who did it?

And why?

[COMMUNICATOR BLEEPS]

- Kirk here.
- Spock, Captain.

Sensors have picked up
a Klingon ship, closing fast.

Deflectors on. Protect yourselves.

Total reply if attacked.

So that's the answer. Klingons.

Trouble on the Klingon ship. Evidence
of explosions, massive destruction.

Captain, the enemy ship is drifting,
totally disabled.

- We never fired upon it.
- Maintain Red Alert.

KLINGON:
You attacked my ship.

400 of my crew dead.

Kirk, my ship is disabled. I claim yours.

You are prisoners
of the Klingon Empire

against which you have committed
an act of war.

KIRK:
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.

For three years, the Federation
and the Klingon Empire

have been at peace.

- A treaty we have honored.
- We took no action against your ship.

Were the screams
of my crew imaginary?

What were your orders?
To start a war? You've succeeded.

To test a new weapon?
We shall examine it.

- A colony on this planet was destroyed.
- By what?

No bodies, no ruins.
A colony of the invisible?

Yes, the test of a new Klingon weapon,
leaving no traces.

Federation ships don't specialize
in sneak attacks.

We wondered when you would begin.

You lured my ship into ambush
by a false distress call.

You will tell us why.

You received one?
We received a distress call.

I don't propose to spend the rest
of my life arguing your fantasies.

The Enterprise is mine!

Instruct your transporter room
to beam us aboard.

Go to the Devil.

We have no Devil, Kirk.

But we understand the habits of yours.

I shall torture you... to death,

one by one,

until your noble captain cries
"Enough".

Who will be first?

Cossacks!

Filthy Klingon murderers!

You killed my brother, Piotre!
The Archanis IV research outpost.

100 peaceful people massacred!
Just like you did here.

My brother...

And you volunteer to join him.
That is loyalty.

Chekov!

Stop the torture.

- You can't hand over the Enterprise.
- Help Chekov.

Don't plan any tricks, Kirk.

I will kill 100 hostages
at the first sign of treachery.

I'll beam you aboard the Enterprise.
Once there, no tricks.

Captain, you can't.
Don't let these animals have the ship.

- Move aside.
- Animals?

Your captain crawls like one.

A Klingon would never surrender.

Order everybody to be transported up.

All weapons on him.

- Kirk to Enterprise. Mr. Spock.
- Here, Captain.

Mr. Spock, we have guests.
Adjust transporter to wide field.

Beam up everyone in the target area.

Understood, Captain.

Transporter room.

Security, on the double.
Good work, Spock.

- What happened?
- Our party is intact.

All others suspended in transit.
Who are they?

- Klingons.
- Well, they're right in here.

- Johnson?
- Security on the way.

Leave them where they are,
non-existence.

That's less Klingon monsters
in the galaxy.

Bring them in.

Move 'em out. Move.

Liar!

I said no tricks
after we reach the ship.

You're a prisoner
of the Federation of Planets.

There are survivors on my ship.

I can't get through
to Starfleet Command.

All frequencies are blocked.

There's too much radiation
from that Klingon ship.

- It's a hazard.
- Prepare to destruct.

Completing the job you started?

- You wouldn't be here if I had.
- First group from the Klingon vessel.

My wife, Mara, and my science officer.

- Kang, what has happened?
- More Federation treachery.

We are prisoners.

What will they do to us?

I've heard of their atrocities,
death camps.

They'll torture us for information.

You have things to learn. Program
the food synthesiser for our guests.

- You'll be well treated.
- So I have seen.

Secure from Red Alert.

Maintain general quarters.
Scan for other ships.

- I want this nailed down.
- We know what happened.

At the moment we received
the signal from Beta 12A,

the Klingons were too far distant
to have been the attackers.

Moreover, they also were attracted
by a distress call.

Lies! They want to start a war
by pretending we did.

Chekov may be right.

The Klingons claim to honor
the truce but there are incidents...

- No proof Klingons committed them.
- What proof do we need?

We know what a Klingon is.

Our log tapes
will indicate our innocence.

Unfortunately, there's no guarantee
they'll be believed.

Report.

Still no contact
with Starfleet Command, sir.

Keep trying.
We've got a diplomatic tiger by the tail.

- SCOTT: Klingon ship has vacated.
- Very good. Mr. Sulu?

- Phasers locked, ready to fire.
- Fire phasers.

No other ships within range.

- Lieutenant?
- No contact with Starfleet yet.

Change course to 17, mark 4,
warp factor 3.

When I take this ship, I'll have Kirk's
head stuffed and hung on the wall.

They will kill us before we can act.

They wish to question us,
learn our strength, our plans.

- They never will.
- We are 40 against 400.

4,000 throats may be cut in one night
by a running man.

Patience, vigilance.

They will make their mistake.

The Enterprise will give us knowledge
to end this war quickly.

Captain!

This doesn't make sense. Carriers
normal. Still no outside contact.

I don't understand.

Could the Klingons
be doing something?

[CRASH]

- Sulu?
- Change of course. Accelerating.

Helm dead. Auxiliary navigation dead.

Override.

Nothing responds, Captain.

- Scotty, stop all engines.
- I can't.

The controls have gone crazy.
Something's taken over.

- Scotty!
- The engines have gone to warp 9...

...by themselves!

New course?

- SULU: 902, mark 5.
- That'll take us out of the galaxy.

Captain.

Reports from the lower decks.
Emergency bulkheads have closed.

Almost 400 crewmen
are trapped down there.

Most interesting.

The bulk of your crew trapped.

Your ship racing from this galaxy
at wild speeds.

Delightful. How did I perform
this sabotage? All my men are here.

Johnson. Get down to security.
Search every section.

Klingons may have beamed
aboard undetected.

Get down to engineering and help
Scotty free those trapped crewmen.

Before I put you in the brig,
there's something I owe you.

Phasers.

Stand and fight, you cowards.

Sickbay.

Bridge.

The Klingons are free.
They'll try to take the ship.

- How many men do we have?
- 392 trapped below.

Deploy forces
to protect auxiliary control.

Check the armory.
Try and free the crewmen.

The doors and bulkheads won't budge.

Blow them out. We need numbers.

- Can you control the ship's speed?
- She's a projectile, at warp 9.

- Don't ask what's holding her together.
- Kirk out.

Full sensor scan. Report on
any movement by the Klingons.

The Klingons have a duelling tradition
and hope to beat us with swords.

Neither the Klingon technology,
nor ours, is capable of this.

Instantaneous transmutation of matter.
I doubt they're responsible.

Any other logical candidate?

None. However,
if they had such power,

wouldn't they have created
more effective weapons?

And only for themselves?

Mr. Sulu, get below. Take command
of engineering and auxiliary control.

- Captain.
- Mr. Chekov?

- Captain!
- As you were.

- Chekov!
- Sir.

Let me go too. I've a personal score
to settle with the Klingons.

This is no time for a vendetta.

- Captain!
- Maintain your post!

Don't try to stop me, Captain.

I saw what they left of Piotre.

I swore on his grave
I would avenge his murder.

What's Chekov's grudge
against the Klingons? Who's Piotre?

His only brother,
killed in a Klingon raid.

His brother?

He never had a brother.
He's an only child.

- Get down to engineering.
- Aye, sir.

Security, this is the captain. Find
Mr. Chekov and bring him to the bridge.

Captain, why would... Why would
Chekov believe he has a brother?

I don't know.

But he does.

And now, he wants revenge
for a non-existent loss.

There.

Those filthy butchers.

There are rules, even in war. You
don't hack at a man after he's down.

Hand me that numanol capsule.

Layout and specifications
of the Enterprise.

Enemy numbers are the same as ours.

- A fighting balance.
- Then we take this ship.

- Heading to the end of the galaxy?
- In time.

We must take these sections.
First, engineering.

- Kirk here.
- Scott here, sir.

There's no use
trying to free those men.

The phaser torches
won't cut through the bulkheads,

the doors or decks.
Something's happened to the metal.

- The armory?
- I'm there now.

You never saw such a collection
of antiques in your life.

Get back to engineering,
try and re-establish engine control.

Talk to ordnance
about phaser replacements.

Aye, sir.

A claymore!

You're a beauty!

What the blazes is going on?

Scans indicate that our forces
and those of the Klingons

are exactly equal at 38 each.

The Klingons control deck 6
and starboard deck 7

while we control all sections above.

- Constant surveillance.
- Most curious.

There are more
life energy units on board

than can be accounted for
by the crew plus the Klingons.

- A considerable discrepancy.
- More Klingons beamed aboard?

I shall attempt a compensatory reading
of Klingon units.

Any signs of those devils?

All clear, Mr. Scott.

They've taken engineering.

We'll split up
and try to make it back to the bridge.

ALL:
Victory!

Victory!

No additional Klingons detected.

It is an alien life force, a single entity.

I cannot ascertain its location.

An alien life force.

We must make contact,
find out what it wants.

Readings diverted to library computer
for analysis.

Computer report.

Alien life force is composed of
pure energy, type unknown.

- Actions show intelligence, purpose.
- What purpose?

Insufficient data for further analysis.

A brother that never existed,
a phantom colony,

imaginary distress calls,
the creation of these weapons.

Do you sense a pattern, Mr. Spock?

If the alien is creating these events,

it is apparently capable
of manipulating matter and mind.

It has control of the Enterprise,
taking us out of the galaxy.

- Why?
- I'm constrained to point out,

that since minds are being influenced,

we cannot know whether our own
memories are accurate and true.

We must talk to Kang.

- Bury the hatchet.
- An appropriate term.

But it is difficult to arrange
a truce with the Klingons

once blood has been drawn.

A truce? Are you serious?

I've got men in Sickbay, some dying,
atrocities committed on their persons.

And you talk about making peace
with these fiends?

They'd jump us in a minute,

and you know
what Klingons do to prisoners.

- Slavery, death planets, experiments!
- McCoy?

You talk, they plan attacks.
This is a fight to the death.

- We'd better try to win it!
- We are attempting to end it.

By reason, preferably. An alien on
board may have created the situation.

Who cares what started it? We're in it!

Murderers! We should wipe them out!

The alien is the real threat,
the enemy we must wipe out.

Sickbay calling. More wounded men
require your attention.

How many more must die before you
act like military men instead of fools?

[COMMUNICATOR BLEEPS]

Kirk here.

- This is Kang.
- There's something we must discuss.

I captured your engineering section.

I now control the ship's power
and life-support.

I have deprived all areas
except our own.

You will die of suffocation

in the icy cold of space.

The Enterprise is heading
out of our galaxy,

controlled by a mysterious alien
somewhere aboard the ship.

Engineering has been taken over
by Klingons

who have cut off life-support systems.

Mr. Sulu,
go to emergency manual control.

Try to protect life-support circuits
and auxiliary power.

- Chekov was right, Captain.
- Scotty, I'm glad...

We should have left those
fuzz-faced goons in the transporter.

- That's where they belong.
- Scotty?

Non-existence!

Now they can study the Enterprise,
add our technology to theirs,

change the balance of power.
You've jeopardized the Federation!

- Take it easy.
- Keep your Vulcan hands off me!

Just keep away.
Your feelings might be hurt,

you green-blooded half-breed!

May I say that I have not thoroughly
enjoyed serving with humans.

I find their illogic and foolish emotions
a constant irritant.

Then transfer out, freak!

Gentlemen!

Spock. Scotty. Spock.

Spock!

Stop it! You half-human...

What are we saying?
What are we doing to each other?

Fascinating. The result of... stress?

We've been under stress before.

It's never set us
at each other's throats.

- This is war.
- There isn't any war!

Or is there?

Have we forgotten
how to defend ourselves?

What's happening to us?

We've been trained to think
in other terms than war.

We've been trained to fight its causes,
if necessary.

Then why are we behaving
like a group of savages?

Look at me.

Look at me.

Two forces aboard this ship,

each of them equally armed.

Has a war been staged for us?

Complete with weapons,

and ideology
and patriotic drum-beating?

Even...

Spock.

Even... race hatred?

Events seem to be directed toward
magnification of the basic hostilities

between humans and Klingons.

Apparently, it is by design that we fight.

- We seem to be pawns.
- But what's the game?

And whose? And what are the rules?

It is most urgent that we locate
the alien entity immediately,

determine its motives
and halt its activities.

Without sensors? All our power down?
This thing could go anywhere!

Yes.

- Mr. Sulu, report.
- No good.

Circuits are in
but systems aren't responding.

We're getting something.

Aye, Captain.
Power and life-support restored.

- Remotes on standby.
- Good work.

But, Captain, I didn't do it.
Everything just came on by itself.

Their life-support systems
have resumed.

- Sensors may be operating.
- Start scanning. Let's find that alien.

- Holding steady.
- Cause them to be unsteady.

They appear to be controlled
from another location.

Also unable to effect ship's course
for return to our empire.

One of Kirk's tricks.

Could he bypass a circuit?

What power is it that supports our
battle yet starves our victory?

Power.

Interrupt it at their main
life-support couplings. Where?

Number 6 deck.

Come.

Alien detected in the engineering
section, near reactor number 3.

Let's go.

You don't die... yet.

You're not human,
but you're very beautiful.

Very... beautiful.

[GASPS]

Chekov!

Jim. He's not responsible.

What have I done?

An alien entity aboard the ship
is forcing us to fight. We don't want to.

We don't know its motive. We're
trying to find out. You must help us.

Take me to Kang.
A temporary truce is all I ask.

Spock, take her.

Chekov.

Is this what's in store for us?
From here on in?

Violence? Hatred?

Brain waves show paranoid mania.
What happened?

He lost control. So did I.

We're becoming animal warriors.

- Let's go, Spock.
- Orderly.

Jim...

Johnson's wound is almost healed.
Same with the others.

Sword wounds in vital organs,
massive trauma.

- All healing at a fantastic rate.
- It appears the entity wants us alive.

Why? So we can fight and fight

and keep coming back for more
like some bloody coliseum?

- What's next? The roar of crowds?
- Perhaps our psychologies

and combat capabilities
are being tested

by an alien with designs
on both powers.

If we are pawns, you're looking at one
who's extremely sorry.

I understand.
I too felt a brief surge of racial bigotry.

Most distasteful.

Let's find the alien.

You come with us.

Maybe we can prove to you
that it exists.

- What is it?
- Totally unfamiliar.

What is it you want?

What are you doing here?

Reporting for duty, sir.

- Duty? Did McCoy release you?
- I released myself.

- Then get back to Sickbay.
- I'm fit and ready for action.

The Klingons almost did me in.

- I order you...
- I've got my orders.

- Kill the Klingons. It's them or us.
- Johnson!

Fascinating.

During Johnson's emotional outburst,
his hatred and lust for vengeance,

the alien's life energy level increased.

When he became unconscious,
the alien lost energy.

It subsists on the emotions of others?

This one appears to be strengthened

by mental radiations of hostility,
violent intentions.

It exists on the hate of others.

To put it simply.
And it has acted as a catalyst,

creating this situation,
in order to satisfy that need.

It has brought together opposing
forces, provided crude instruments,

in an effort to promote
the most violent mode of conflict.

And kept numbers
and resources balanced,

so that it can maintain
a constant state of violence.

It's got to have a vulnerable area.
We've got to get rid of it.

Then all hostile attitudes on board
must be eliminated.

- The fighting must end. And soon.
- Or we're a doomed ship,

traveling forever between galaxies,
filled with bloodlust,

eternal warfare.

Kang has got to listen.
We've got to pool our knowledge.

And get rid of this thing.

Kang.

Kang, this is Captain Kirk.

Do you read me?

Commander, it's a trick!

Kang.

- He won't answer.
- The alien is affecting his mind.

Soon, it will become so powerful
that none of us will be able to resist it.

Scotty, sir. The dilithium crystals
are deteriorating. We can't stop it.

Time factor?

In 12 minutes,
we'll be without engine power.

Well, do whatever you can. Kirk out.

And so we drift in space,

with only hatred
and bloodshed aboard.

Now, do you believe?

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate... Armageddon.

We must find a way
to defeat the alien force of hate

that has taken over the Enterprise,
stop the war now,

or spend eternity
in futile, bloody violence.

No change.
The dilithium crystals are discharging.

There's nothing
we can do about it.

If I could talk to Kang,

cut through the Klingon lines,
make peace before it's too late.

We have nine minutes, 53 seconds
to power zero.

There is of course,
a logical alternative.

Kang's wife is our prisoner.

- Perhaps a threat...
- Aye!

That's something
the Klingons would understand.

Kang!

This is Captain Kirk. I know
you can hear me so don't cut me off.

We have Mara, your wife.

We talk truce now, or she dies. Reply.

She has five seconds to live.

Reply.

She is a victim of war, Captain.

She understands.

He called my bluff.

You're not going to...

The Federation doesn't kill prisoners.
That's propaganda.

- How much time?
- Eight minutes, 42 seconds.

- So this was no trick.
- SCOTT: It's the alien that's done this.

We're in its power. All of us.

We wanted to stop the fighting
to save us all.

We have always fought. We must.

We are hunters,
tracking and taking what we need.

There are poor planets
in the Klingon systems,

we must push outward
if we are to survive.

There's another way to survive.
Mutual trust and help.

I will help you now.

- How?
- I will take you to Kang.

- I will add my voice to yours.
- I wouldn't trust her.

We can't get through
the Klingon defenses in time.

Unless...

Spock.

Intra-ship beaming from one section
to another. It's possible?

It has rarely been done
because of the danger involved.

If the transportee materialized
inside a solid object, a deck or a wall...

Even if it could work,
she may be leading you into a trap.

We're all in a trap.
This is the only way out.

- We'll go with you.
- No, that would start the final battle.

I believe her.

Prepare the transporter.
We'll wait for your signal.

She can't guarantee that Kang
will stop to listen. Right, Mr. Spock?

No one can guarantee
the actions of another.

Your automatic setting is laid in.

When transporter is energized, you will
have eight seconds to get to the pads.

I hope your computations are correct.

You will know in 7.9 seconds.

Mara. You're alive
and you bring us a prize.

Kang wait! He's come alone, unarmed.
He must talk to you.

- Brave captain. What about?
- No! Listen to him.

- We are all in danger.
- Mara.

Before you start killing,
give me one minute.

- Kang, don't!
- What have they done to you?

Are you out of your mind?
What have they done to you?

I see why the beast did not kill you.

They didn't harm me. Listen to him!

Stop! Stop, please!

- With your death, we win.
- Nobody wins.

Have any more of your men died?
We can't be killed.

There's an alien aboard.
It wants us alive.

No doubt you will reassemble
after I've hacked you to bits.

You fool.

Look!

Look, Kang. For the rest of our lives,
a thousand lifetimes,

senseless violence, fighting,

while an alien has total control over us.

All right.

All right.

In the heart, the head, I won't
stay dead. Next time, I'll kill you.

And it goes on and on,
the game of war. Pawn against pawn.

Stopping the bad guys,

while somewhere,
some thing sits back and laughs.

And starts it all over again.

- Let's jump him.
- Those who hate and fight

must stop themselves,
otherwise, it is not stopped.

Kang, I am your wife.

I'm a Klingon. Would I lie for them?

Listen to Kirk. He is telling the truth.

Be a pawn, be a toy, a good soldier
who never questions orders.

- Klingons kill for their own purposes.
- All fighting must end,

to weaken the alien
before our dilithium crystals are gone.

- Uhura.
- Yes, Captain.

- Put me on ship-wide intercom.
- Aye, sir.

Ready, Captain.

This is Captain Kirk.

A truce is ordered.
The fighting is over.

Lay down your weapons.

This is Kang.

Cease hostilities. Disarm.

The cessation of violence
has weakened it.

I suggest that good spirits
might make an effective weapon.

Get off my ship.

You're a dead duck,
we know about you,

and we don't want to play.

Maybe there are others
like you around,

maybe you've caused a lot of suffering,
a lot of history, but that's all over.

We'll be on guard now,
we'll be ready for you, so ship out!

- Come on, haul it!
- Yeah, out already!

Out! We need no urging
to hate humans.

But for the present, only a fool
fights in a burning house. Out!