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Captain's log, stardate 2623 .3.

Urgent cryptic orders have mysteriously
diverted the Enterprise to space station

K -7 and the disputed area with the
Klingon Empire.

Jim, what's going on?

As long as you know as much as we do. I
can tell you this much. We're not the

only starship that's involved.

We've monitored coded orders to 29
starships and 12 Starfleet

The specters become extremely unstable
with the disappearance of the Organians.

The Klingons have become increasingly
active after realizing enforcement of

treaty is now problematic.

Gentlemen, let's get some answers.

I don't like it.

This cloak and dagger stuff always
manages to fill my sick bed. Let's get

answers, gentlemen.

Enjoy.

Admiral Sam, welcome aboard.

Good to see you. Good to see you. I know
my officers, Dr. McCullen, Mr. Spock,

Commander Scott.

Scotty, Commodore Probert, Captain
Martin.

What's the hell about, sir?

Well, the Klingons are about to destroy
every vestige of peace we have with

them. Well, there haven't been any
reports of raiding or pirating in the

for quite some time. Well, they've been
pulling back, gathering an attack force.

Klingon battle groups are massing around
every planet and station on the border.

War games are not a common trading
tactic.

No, no, no, no. This is much bigger than
anything we've ever seen.

How a massive attack on the Federation
is imminent.

Admiral, I have great respect for
Starfleet Intelligence, but trying to

interpret Klingon mentality... Captain,
it's confirmed.

Epsilon -9 has intercepted and
authenticated a battle plan that'll turn

blood cold.

Our orders, sir.

To proceed directly to the Klingon
homeworld. And once there, convince the

Emperor to give up this plan of war.

To Kronos?

With one starship?

You're talking suicide.

We'll be facing the entire Klingon fleet
before we get a plastic in the space.

You'll have an advantage.

Mr. Scott, beam over our guest.

What guest?

Your best shot at arriving on Kronos
safely.

He'll give you all the details you need
in order to secure a safe mission.

Remember when the Organians said that we
would end up working together despite

our many differences?

Well, the three of you are going to have
to do just that. You're going to have

to stop this war before it begins.

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

new civilizations, to boldly go where no
man has gone before.

Captain's log, supplement.

With war looming, the Enterprise has
been ordered deep into Klingon

To the Klingon homeworld.

Our mission, to convince their Emperor
to stand down.

Our guide, a Klingon warrior who shows
no signs of having been affected by the

Augment Virus.

Have none of you Earthers ever seen a
Klingon?

Only those genetically engineered.

Improved. With human DNA.

This is Captain James T. Kirk.

He's the commander of this ship.

Captain? This is K'Shaw.

He escaped the Empire in a freighter,
Jim. We picked him up on Sherman's

No Klingon would ever defect, and I sure
as hell wouldn't trust him if he did.

I'm not defected!

Nor am I working with you.

We merely have a mutual goal.

If we can reach the Catumba, this war
can be averted, Captain.

What's a Catumba?

Not a what, Doctor?

A whom?

The Catumba is their emperor.

He's a sacred ruler who rules as a god.

He carries the blood of Calus.

All of the planets, peoples, and battle
fleets of the Empire are his personal

property. Civilized people do not own
other people.

The history of your Earth says
otherwise.

You're a loyal slave, and yet you come
here ready to sell out your emperor.

Why? The Katumba is a 16 -year -old boy.

Since birth, he's been sheltered. He's
never left Corona.

He's fiercely more than a figurehead.

The real power lies with his regents,
Warlord Malkathon and his deputy, Kali.

As regent, Malkathon ended the boy's
education to get rid of Kashaa.

The more I hear of him, the less I like
it. A Klingon that would betray his own

people because he's afraid of war?

I just don't buy this.

I do not fear war, Captain.

I relish it.

Really?

Then why don't you tell me what a
Klingon warrior is really afraid of? A

dishonorable death.

This is not war, Captain. This is
threatened death with no purpose.

As formidable as the forces at Mount
Thun have gathered, the Federations are

less so.

I know the power of your starships. I
fought them myself in my younger days.

Only mutual annihilation can come from
open war between us.

If the Catumba comes of age in the midst
of such a war, Klingon pride will

demand that you continue it.

Bones?

Take Mr. Kinshaw down to Pit Bay for an
examination.

You question my honor, Captain?

So be it.

Subject me to all your truth devices,
you will find I do not lie.

The Empire prepares a massive strike
from many directions with all our

Look, we're going to a war zone. Would
you rather I figure out your biology

while I'm tending to your injury?

A warrior would not need the
interference of an Earth doctor.

A tutor or a pethen, if there he might.

Jack, you realize you're risking my ship
and the lives of my crew on the chance

that this Klingon is trustworthy.

K'Shaw can help you avoid patrols and
open battles.

Or... he could be the one to build it.

Capturing the Enterprise would allow the
Klingons to dissect its technology.

And destroy the balance of power.

Which is precisely why the Klingons
should never, ever get the Enterprise.

Are we clear, Captain?

Perfectly.

We're expendable.

Port. Battle groups in sector 12, 14,
and 19 are in place and prepared.

All colonies on the border are manned
and ready for battle, Lord Malkuthon.

Good.

Now we position our fleets to fill the
void between.

Our ships will be so numerous they'll
blot out the very stars.

Captain, your talk informs us of a
glorious victory, Lord. A fleet of

vessels destroyed on their way to
Sherman's planet.

Personal ambition.

Kill him.

He's just a boy mouth gone with no
powers, no contacts, and knows nothing.

Yet we waste a hundred ships guarding
his sacred presence.

There is no place in my plan for a weak,
pampered boy.

Report.

On route to the Klingon border, sir.

Steady as she goes. The bridge is yours.

We've never ventured this far into the
disputed area without encountering

Klingon ships.

Well, with Kishaw's help, hopefully we
won't encounter any more.

You all know our mission.

And if we're to have any chance of
success, it's going to depend on this

ability to work with our guests.

You know, I've got to hand it to him,
Jim.

Kishaw doesn't trust us any more than we
trust him, but I'll be damned if he

didn't sit still for every test I could
think of.

I'm finding Kishaw to be more reasonable
than any Klingon we've encountered.

And much less governed by emotion than
humans.

Quite unexpected.

And refreshing.

Well, Spock, if you prefer Klingons, I'm
sure we can arrange to leave you

behind.

Environmental.

We've adjusted Kashaw's quarters to meet
his specifications.

And I got Botany digging up all the live
worms they can spare.

Captain Kirk.

I have information which will ensure we
reach Kronos in safety. We have charts

mastering a mission of Enterprise NX
-01.

President Archer's mission was over 100
years ago.

I offer updated charts and vital
information on military posts and patrol

schedules. That's rather odd information
for a teacher to have.

Not for the teacher of the Katumba.

Lieutenant Uhura, send it down to
Aftrax.

Aye, sir.

Captain, sensors have registered a man
-made object for an incident.

Again, for 2 .3 seconds.

Location? 253 Mark IV.

Unable to determine range.

Lieutenant, put it on the main viewer.
Extreme mag.

Captain, there's a ghost ship and must
be destroyed.

We've heard rumors of fast one -man
ships with cloaking devices.

I will not reveal the defenses of the
Empire, not even to complete this

You might have mentioned that before we
sailed into Klingon space.

Ghost ships are unarmed, Captain. All
power is reserved for the cloaking

Then it's not much of a threat.

Untrue, Captain.

We're in disputed space, headed directly
for the Empire's border.

If he gains the power to transmit our
position, he will notify the fleet of

intentions. You cannot find him,
Captain.

Allow me to assist.

Jim, if it's our mission to destroy
every ship we need, we'll be no better

the Klingon.

We'd be replacing warfare with
terrorism.

Another contact, sir. Two seconds.

Captain, our mission ends here if he
transmits our position.

Jim, you're hunting an unarmed ship.

Its subspace radio is its weapon,
Doctor.

Assistant, Spock.

Plotting its course.

Feeding to navigation.

Follow that ship. Lay in a course. Warp
back to six.

I see.

I have it approximately 200 ,000
kilometers.

Mr. Chekov, I need photon torpedoes.
Time fuses, 25 ,000 kilometers.

Torpedoes loaded, Captain.

Tactical on viewer.

He has taken evasive action.

Correcting course.

Range, 100 ,000. Closing time.

We're going to overshoot him.

What a impulse.

He's turned again.

He's got to know he can't escape.

Ship to ship.

Broadcast an appeal to surrender.

Surrender, Captain?

No Klingon would dishonor himself so.

Once he's been close, he will gain the
power to transmit our position.

No response, sir.

50 ,000.

He will signal. It is his duty. 30 ,000.

Photon torpedoes. Broadest possible
spread.

At this range, the blast will impact
ours as well.

Jim, this is murder.

Any way you cut it.

Fire.

This is Sal. Take damage control report.

Resume course.

Right there.

He died with honor.

His name will be remembered by his
house.

I've never met a Klingon I'd consider
honorable.

You have not met all Klingons, Doctor.

Many of our great houses use the concept
of honor as their guide. Doesn't matter

what fancy excuse you give it. You
didn't even flinch at that man's death.

A small price to pay for peace, Doctor.

It wasn't small to him.

The Class M planet, slightly larger than
Earth.

From Cronon, our sacred planet, we have
carried the glory of the Klingon Empire

to star systems beyond measure.

By carried, you mean enslaved.

Protected, Captain.

Each system we bring into the Empire
further guarantees the existence of all.

We managed to do that with mutual trade
agreements.

Clumsy and inefficient.

I'm sure your subjects would prefer a
little inefficiency to Klingon rule.

They have easy lives.

For the few laws imposed, they enjoy the
benefits of belonging to the Empire.

We've experienced those laws and
benefits firsthand on Argania. Then you

Captain, it is our warriors' only
difficult lives.

For the honor of their duty, they serve
aboard ships without any of the luxuries

you enjoy aboard the Enterprise.

Spacious cabins, soft beds, recreation
areas.

We reserve power spaces for combat
training areas.

Society cannot thrive if all it does is
prepare for combat.

We pass on values and history to our
children without the aid of swimming

and bowling alleys on our warships,
Doctor.

Oh, well, I'm surprised you make time
for children.

Those retired raise our young to the age
of warrior training.

Mothers don't raise their own children?

A practice not uncommon on Earth, in
cultures where women were thought unfit

teach their sons to die.

Sparta, feudal Japan.

Captain, Keisha's star charts aren't
adequate.

They're vague.

From an astronomy textbook, I guess, not
a navigational program.

Can you make it work?

Well, I've overlapped the two maps into
the database, and I've programmed the

computer to look for uncharted
anomalies.

But still, the sensors are going to have
to work overtime to make sure we don't

fly into anything.

Captain to the bridge.

Kirk here.

A Klingon battle group. Get ahead.

Five ships, Captain.

Hold their models, but their weapons are
fully armed.

Even the Enterprise would have been a
match for five birds of prey.

Battle stations, Captain. Floater on
hold.

Artifact sensors, brain.

We're in Klingon territory.

What's it going to be, war and dishonor?
Or one of your damned military secrets?

This is where you make up your mind
about this mission.

Should you be unwilling to provide the
range of these ship's sensors, it would

be unwise to continue further into
Klingon territory.

Jim, if you ever wanted a definition of
suicide, this is it.

Six parsecs maximum.

Unreliable beyond five. On current
course, they will pass without coming

sensor range.

Stop them all and shut down all non
-essential systems.

You admit defeat already?

With our power down, we'll be less
likely to be fighting.

Drifting.

Six on two parsecs.

Drifting within central range.

Klingon battle group proceeding on
course.

They're moving away.

When they reach eight parsecs
distance...

Resume normal ship operation.

We wait in silence until they pass?

Only fools don't attack.

Arc or Ciccone?

Warp 7.

But without honor.

Are we going to spend the entire trip
hiding in the bushes while this Klingon

stands there and lectures us about
honor?

Honor, Mr. Scott, is behavior that
adheres to a clear sense of what is

right. The specifics of any given action
must meet no further qualification to

be, in fact, honorable.

Do the ends justify the mean?

Hiding may not be the better target to
validate, but in this case... It means

kill fewer people.

We shall not be hiding. We shall be
cleverly avoiding patrols on their known

stations.

And how do we avoid the hundred -odd
ships guarding your home planet?

We cannot.

It shall be a challenge to survive the
patrol planes, but sanctuary will be

granted once we reach the sacred planet.

And this law has been upheld before?

No ship has ever made it.

I returned to headquarters to finalize
the war plans.

I'll leave the child rearing to you.

It is easy now that the tutor is gone.

Katamba's father was not so simple.

Cunning, in fact.

He took great strategy and effort.

One wonders whether the Katamba is, in

truth, his father's son.

As long as the people believe the blood
of Kaelas runs through his veins... They

follow him blindly.

Oh, well.

The good number serves our purposes.

For now.

Verified. All weapon subsystems are
operating at peak efficiency.

We've even managed to exceed the
standard complement of photon torpedoes.

if we use every weapon we have, it isn't
going to get us through 100 Klingon

ships. The alternative?

I'm almost through with the initial
programming.

An old submarine trick in the depths of
space.

There.

I see it.

There's a glitch.

An error in the reverse algorithm?

Or they're back in the programming.

You have to trace it back further. This
sequence is incomplete.

I see it.

This maneuver isn't in the Starfleet
tactical database.

You know every military tactic in the
database?

Sometimes you have to be creative.

Oh, you missed a step. It's a small gap.

The logic subroutine will bridge those
steps. The first rule of security work

never assume anything.

The smallest detail could mean life or
death.

I can assume Russian is your native
language because you speak with an

Or that I know women find accents
irresistible.

If we don't solve the sequencing
problem, then we activate this device.

The Enterprise will implode.

In a great fiery ball.

Approaching the Klingon home system.

Ten parsecs.

Captain, there's the Klingon patrol on
sensors.

Range 8 .2 parsecs. On screen.

Battle stations, go to red alert.

Battle stations, all hands to battle
stations.

The home system guard.

You can't circumvent them.

Confirmed. They completely surround the
system.

Rome's walls are their soldiers.

Viewing the storm's walls can follow the
right pattern.

Jim, tell me there's a plan B.

We have a sensor contact commander.

A Federation starship.

And Lord Mountthorn thinks us redundant.

Identify.

Enterprise.

Look out, ships are targeting us.

Plan, Captain?

Feed. And some good old -fashioned human
ingenuity.

Sentel, status?

Ready when you are, sir. Stand by.

242, Mark 8, warp factor 6.

Aye, sir. We can't outrun all of them.

How is this any better than plan A? The
guard will expect us to make a suicide

run in hopes of reaching Kronos. Which
is exactly why we're heading for Ultar,

where the fleet is based.

The Ultar system is 3 .9 light -years
distant. Course laid in. Whoa, we're

where there are more ships?

Sir. There's no way... Then my eyes
deceive me!

No Federation captain could have come
this far.

Klingons, closing at maximum.

Shields up.

Armed phasers, sir? No.

Divert more power to the shields.

We're at warp nine. There's no more
power to be had.

Zahn, back off. Let them get within
firing range.

Firing range, five seconds.

Shields at maximum.

I cannot hold them left forever.

Emergency speed.

Ram this ship down their throats.

Out of range. They're coming about.

Prepare to alter course for Kronos on my
mark. Nice dude. Closing. Ten seconds

to range.

Ready when you are, sir.

Weapons, now.

We are too close and too many. Aim with
care and we...

The full warlord mouth gone of our
glorious victory.

Tell him the Earthers are dead.

We're inside the home system patroller.

What just happened?

They destroyed a decoy bomb.

It distracted them enough to allow us to
change our course.

An ancient submarine maneuver, the decoy
met the signal that appears to be the

ship of origin, a signal so overpowering
that it jammed sensor contact to the

actual ship.

Good work, Mr. Chekov.

I owe your team a raise.

Thank you, sir.

Well, you could have told me.

It was plan B.

Captain, we're picking up Klingon
transmissions.

On speakers, this time.

They're informing Mount Prawn of our
course to Ultar.

Maintain present course.

Aye, sir.

Last known course was to fleet
headquarters, Lord Mount Prawn.

All the gans show negative.

There's no Federation ship heading here.

We confirm their course. You fool.

Standard orbit.

Open the channel, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

On viewer.

This is Captain James T. Kirk of the
Starship Enterprise, representing the

United Federation of Planets.

In accordance with your laws and
customs, we demand sanctuary.

I am Kali, regent to the Catanpa.

I will consider it.

We read another sip en route from Ultar.

I presume it is the real Regent, and
that he's coming to tell you what to do.

Sanctuary is granted.

Thank you.

Then may I request an audience with the
Catumba, so that I may assure him of our

peaceful intentions?

You presume too much, Earther.

I presume that it is the Regent's duty
to teach the Catumba how to rule wisely.

Malkthon will fail that duty if he
denies the Catumba an audience with his

greatest enemy.

My, what an exaggerated sense of
importance you present, Kirk.

Malkthon will present your request.

You will be told of the sacred leader's
decision.

Thank you for your most gracious
consideration.

Great. If the kid says no, we'll be
trapped here until our supplies run out.

We don't have that option, boss.

You know, I'd feel a little better if
our security chief was carrying real

weapons. They're all banned modern
weapons from Cronon. You know, if you

attention to the briefing, you would
know that. Oh, but we can't carry a

a sword, a batlet, a medevac, a Tajtik,
a Kunluk, a chipset, a Mitsu.

You know, sometimes you scare me, woman.

Captain.

A ceremonial sword will make a better
impression.

Didn't we use the cut cake with this at
the academy?

Captain, I implore you again to
reconsider your actions.

Wait for the Katumba's invitation.

Keisha, this boy is isolated.

He probably has no idea that this ship
is even in orbit.

Malkthon has no reason to tell him
anything.

Our meeting with him has no benefit and
carries a great deal of risk.

Come with us.

Present us to the Katumba.

I cannot.

I must respect the law which now borrows
me from the sacred planet. It is a

matter of honor.

Captain, the Catumba's weekly audience
is the only time he's seen in public.

It's our only chance to speak with him
without the region's influence.

The Catumba is quick -witted and
honorable.

But he is a boy.

When he sees the face of his enemy, his
curiosity will force him in.

Take this with you.

Announce to the Catumba that you bear a
gift.

The dagger of a Klingon killed honorably
in battle.

It'll be a message to a warrior already
present.

Then there are others working with you.
I do not know his face or his name.

However, he will reveal himself to you
once he sees that dagger.

No. We came here as peace emissaries,
not as spies.

Captain, this warrior serves the
Kokumba, and you will find him to be

Except that this man depends upon your
ability to work with him.

Would you like a cloak to go with that
dagger?

Mr. Spock, you're in command.

If we fail to return from this mission,
the orders from Starfleet Command fall

to you.

The Enterprise must not be captured or
fall into enemy hands.

I understand, sir.

Energize.

Human, approach.

Who are you that you dare to come before
me in the uniform of my enemy?

I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the
Starship Enterprise.

My ship has earned the right of
sanctuary.

On behalf of the United Federation of
Planets, I've come to pay respect to the

sacred leader of the Klingon people.

It is my hope that we can work together
to avoid a conflict devastating to both

of us.

Kirk, you are the Federation's most
annoying insect.

This great captain, this man of legend,
begs for mercy before we

even attack.

He achieved the impossible with the help
of a traitor.

He is not worthy of the Kutumbas time.

I bring a gift.

A dagger taken from a Klingon warrior
who fell in battle.

I ask that I may return it in order to
honor him who served the Ketumba so

bravely.

I will secure this gift, Ketumba.

Your rash actions have endangered all
that we have built, Kirk.

Each time I meet you, I'm more shocked
that human civilization has managed to

survive this long.

What's going on? What are you doing
here, Kirk?

There is no time for that now.

I've got you out safely.

Go, Kirk.

If you are the one chosen by Kishar,
then you must speak with the Kutumba

I can arrange it, but not now.

If I do not prove to Malthorn that you
have left Qo 'nos, he will hunt you.

And honor is not a word he understands.

Awake my signal, Kirk.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Beam us up now.

The Fourth and Ninth Fleets have
mobilized.

They arrive on station in two days.

Time draws near.

With the Catumba field, the invasion
begins.

All ships, sensor arrays and
communication relays are on alert board.

Kirk remains on his ship.

I would gladly collect his dead, rotting
carcass if he would simply stay there

and die.

I trust he won't.

Double the guards on the Catumba.

When Kirk returns, he dies.

So lame.

Are these disguises going to work?

The dress like the majority of the
population, Ensign.

Servants and subjects.

Many of them were human.

I wasn't looking forward to facial
reconstruction.

Mr. Prescott, you have the captain's
orders. If anything happens to this

you're fired.

As I should be, Lieutenant.

Transport will be initiated from the
planet.

Cog's jury rig has set a relay to send
your signal through at least four

different Klingon ships.

So our transport to the planet isn't
detected.

I don't like it. If it ever got lost,
there was no way I could find you.

Jim, you realize you're putting your
lives in the hands of a man who's tried

blow us up before.

Peace starts with the courage to trust,
Dr. McCoy.

And a good sword.

So where's yours?

Prepare to beam down. The signal should
be coming through soon.

Getting a little too old for space
travel, Kirk?

Do not push me, Kirk.

I have no stomach for working with the
enemy.

Neither do I. But we don't have any
choice.

I am free to leave her at any time. You,
Kirk, are trapped.

Really? Then why are you still here?
There are some things in this universe

important than my personal ambitions.

Never thought I'd hear a Klingon say
that.

He's lying.

You know nothing of Klingons.

Kishar did well to bring you here,
though I did not expect it to be the

Enterprise. We both know that the
Enterprise is the only ship that could

made it this far.

You usually run from death, Kirk, not
embrace it. And you usually breed it,

stop it. Despite our differences,
gentlemen, I think we can all agree

nothing to be gained by a war that ends
in mutual annihilation.

No. We do not.

I welcome battle with Kirk.

I embrace a war of endless victories and
glories.

But not this war.

And not now.

Kirk, know that Mabdon has issued orders
to the strike groups.

They await only the word to act.

The region wields the power, but it
belongs to the Kutumba.

Only Heathiel can start this war.

And there is nothing to stop Malkthon
from seeking it.

We should take out Malkthon.

He's death at another's hand.

We'll only start the war you seek to
prevent.

No Klingon could get close enough for an
assassination.

Kirk, you must convince the Katumba not
to sanction this war before Malkthon

obtains the seal.

I have a plan, Kirk.

But we're going to need a private
audience with the Katumba.

There may be a way, Kirk.

Peter, we need to distract him.

He is unknown without his ceremonial
robes.

There are secret passages out of the
palace.

You are surprised, Kirk, that a Klingon
teenager acts like a teenager?

No, none of the slightest.

Hey,

you look like a singer.

The enemy captain, Kutumba.

This will earn you death.

You take great risks, Earther.

The cost of doing nothing makes risk a
sane man's only choice.

You seek risk.

I have heard of Kirk.

If you've heard of me, then you know
that I seek peace.

Kutumba, I'm asking you to stop this war
before it begins.

Otherwise the galaxy will descend into
chaos and the fighting will be endless.

On behalf of your own people, stop this
now.

Kirk, how dare you bring this Earther
before me with talk of peace?

We do not prepare for war.

You ask us to lower our defenses.

To invite attack by the Federation.

The Federation would never strike first.

But we'll defend ourselves if necessary.

We do not prepare for war.

Malkthon prepares for war in your name.

Malkthon makes no such plan.

I'm afraid you might say something like
that.

Enterprise, now!

I've come for the Catumba seal. We
launch tomorrow.

My lord, a full search has been
completed. Everyone has been questioned.

will... The Catumba's not in the palace?

The guards are being tortured. They
don't know where he is.

Stop the torture.

Kill them!

Sector Gamma Alpha 5.

Nine battle groups preparing to attack
four Federation colonies.

These are ghost ships in the disputed
area.

Their espionage has told you that these
are research colonies.

There is no glory in conquering unarmed
outposts. You do not understand my

people. Force colonization is not unique
to the Empire.

Belief in government superiority or envy
in resources and energy inspires such a

logic. Our energy is generated on our
moon practice.

It keeps the sacred planet pristine for
all to enjoy.

Relying on an outside resource for all
your energy needs?

Unwise. It is easy for the Federation.

They have one people, one mind.

I have many.

And their ways battle against each
other.

It is the nature of my empire.

And nature doesn't change easily.

Do you write your own propaganda?

Or simply believe in it?

Live,

teacher.

I am pleased.

I was told you erased your dishonor by
causing your own death.

Forgive me. I choose to restore my honor
by action rather than death.

I brought your enemies to you that you
may know the truth.

Malkthon plans a war.

that will destroy your people and bring
an end to the empire of Calus.

I hear my father's voice through you,
teacher.

And I lift him.

They know you're missing, and we've got
to take you back.

You'll escort the Cthulhu now. No, no,
it is not time.

May we speak alone?

Of course.

You have done well, Keisha.

You remain committed to the course? I
do.

Kirk serves our purpose.

And you've convinced him well.

His righteousness is his undoing.

You have less honor than a giraffe,
Kirk.

It will be my pleasure to meet you.
Praise your deceit.

Later, for a cop of the Catumba, so are
you.

Captain, the search patrols are
everywhere.

Back inside where we found him. Distract
his companion.

Do you have a problem with that, Ensign?

No, sir.

Oh, great words.

Where's Peter?

He's the captain.

Peter's still distracted.

I had to get a medal for that.

Take him to the palace dungeon.

At least the Kotumba kept us out of the
actual dungeon.

And I don't know that I got through to
him.

One thing's for certain. Our involvement
here is going to force Malthon's hand.

If we stop this war, another one follows
right behind it. No, the Klingon Empire

is just a mass of warring factions.

Dozens of great houses, each with its
own agenda.

And the population is dividing up,
throwing itself into camps along family

lines, battling in the streets.

This isn't Sparta. This isn't feudal
Japan. This is medieval England.

When Rome fell, the country was divided
into all these feudal states, each one

of them vying for control.

Complete chaos.

How did they solve it?

A boy pulled a sword from a stone.

Fairy tales aren't going to help these
people.

Now, Peter, Arthur was real.

He did unite England for a time. The
knights and their codes, now that was

fiction. You know, some of the great
houses follow a similar code.

They place honor above all else. Others
value victory by any means and at any

cost. We can't allow the wrong people to
take over.

We could be facing an empire of savage,
ruthless killers.

While they're in chaos, we should exert
ourselves to make sure a proper

government is in place.

Teach them democracy?

Give them values?

Better lives?

Sorry, Peter.

Good intentions usually lead to
imperialism.

We have one mission here, people, and
that's to stop a war.

Whatever political intrigue these people
have in mind for us, we're not going to

get involved.

Is that understood?

They're lying about their motives?

Tisha and the Kaduma's reunion was
staged to get our sympathy.

Believe me, they have their own agenda,
and whatever it is, it's not to stop a

war. Kark, he speaks of honor, and he
still betrayed us.

Because somehow, Lieutenant, in his
mind, betraying us was the honorable

to do.

These are my prisoners. I decide how to
dispose of them. They harmed the sacred

leader's person. The penalty is death.
Do you see harm to me?

Go!

All of you.

Thank you.

That wouldn't have been an honorable
death.

You are a very strange human.

Well, the Federation believes in honor
as well.

We've learned that through our
differences, we can come together.

You sure taught that one must see what
lies beyond appearance, but I cannot see

who you are, Captain.

I'm a man who sees no honor in you
fighting a war that will destroy your

Don't give in to this madness.

Sacred Leader, Meltthon asks an
audience.

He has glorious news.

Where are my guards?

Who are... You are Coach Vulcan.

And you?

Weapons officer.

Tell me, Spock, are you also careless in
your ship's holiday play?

Four of our crew beamed down to meet
with you. Now they're missing. They are

prisoners in the Sacred Palace.

Convicted of kidnapping the Kutumba and
violating sanctuary.

Their trial was swift.

I did not know Vulcans had a sense of
humor. They'd better be alive.

The Katoomba team is amused by them.

But Malcon is in control of Mrs.
Kirkdead.

His forces have begun to move into the
city.

I know you want Captain Kirkdead.

But even you must realize that he is
instrumental in stopping this suicidal

You misjudge me, Vulcan.

I want Kirkdead by my hand.

Not executed like some vermin.

The palace is not open to mouth -on
troops.

It is the only safe place for Earthers
today.

Convenient.

How many operatives do you have in the
city?

None, for your purposes.

You will take it, the Captain.

What did you do to the Katama?

I left him in your care. He's worse off
now than when Kishan had him. It's the

Federation enemies, and I haven't been
able to determine what devices they used

on his mind.

Execute them. They are under the
protection of the Catumba. They are not

my protection.

You wield the Catumba's power. You have
no power of your own. Without the

Catumba's seal, this victory over the
Federation dies.

Bring me the sword of Kirk.

Spot. I've got the door, Commander.

We're pleased to find you all in good
health, Captain.

The Kakumba has refused to apply his
shield to the war plan.

Malkthon is now desperate.

And a desperate Klingon is a dangerous
one, Kirk.

You are all in great danger.

Malkthon has sent Kali to Ultar.

Your life is forfeit. You must prepare
to defend yourself.

He's the sacred leader and a descendant
of Calus himself. No Klingon's ever

going to harm him. My father was young
and mysteriously died only months after

Malkthon was appointed warlord. We have
to get him to the Enterprise to safety.

Hide? On an enemy vessel, Kirk.

I cannot rule on an enemy vessel that's
orbiting the sacred planet. No, but you

have a hundred in orbit.

Take command of one of them and defy
Malkthon. It will not work.

Malkthon removed Kali as a threat and
will come for the seal again.

He will know where he is immediately.

Not if they think the Katoomba is still
here. Mr. Spock is about the same height

and build with the cloak. No one would
know the difference.

I can modulate my voice into a
reasonable facsimile of the Katoombas.

It will gain you the necessary time.

Give Spock your cape.

I'm offering you a chance to take your
life and your empire back.

Take it.

Lieutenant Uhura.

Take command of the landing party and
get back to the Enterprise at once.

You've had time to study the plans and
consider the consequences of your

actions. Apply your seal now.

The plan, Lord Malkthon, poses many
dangers. I question it. The dangers are

your enemies only.

The prisoners, they... They've escaped!

Find them!

The cries of the Patak have poisoned
your mind.

In the name of Kaelas, I restore the
glory of the Empire.

The human captain has killed the
Katumba.

Execute them.

Now, you stay and guard the sacred
presence.

Kirk's Enterprise.

Medical emergency.

Beam us up now.

Mothrawn on course for Altar. Warp
factor four.

Bones, how are you doing?

I'm doing everything I can, Jim.

War begins, Captain.

I am thought dead and must countermand
Malthawn in person.

A Klingon ship without orders cannot
draw close enough for transport.

But a Federation ship could, with a
large enough diversion.

I command but a fraction of the vessels
mounted on that timber, but they are at

your disposal.

They're going to notice the Federation
starship in the middle of the Klingon

fleet. Not if they can't see us.

A loan of a cloaking device would
suffice.

Captain, it'll have to be routed to the
deflector shield if it fails.

Allow me, Captain.

We are to give the Earthers a cloaking
device?

As you wish, sacred leader.

You know, Karg, Leac looks pretty
comfortable in your chair.

Spark. Mr. Spark!

A minor repair.

The sword struck no vital organs.

Vulcan physiology.

Dead ahead, Captain.

It looks like the Klingon fleet.

My lord, a battle force of a hundred
ships is approaching.

No orders on record.

Activate planetary defense systems.

Operating. Hail them.

James T. Kirk, the murderer of our
sacred leader, has been executed.

His ship destroyed.

The protector fleet of the sacred leader
now comes to Altar, where his region

now resides.

Our fleet is ready to deploy for battle.
I have no need for babysitters.

We are honored with the sacred duty to
guard the Kutumba, an honor which we

carried for longer than your house has
existed, Mount Thor.

You will not dissuade us from our duty.

Then take your leisurely orbit around
the outer planet.

And do not disturb the warriors who
glorify the Empire.

As you command, my lord.

I haven't seen driving that bad since I
stole a Corvette as a kid.

Get us within transporter range before
the confusion dies.

Aye, sir.

Thirty seconds.

It is my duty to lead the attack.

You can't.

If you die, Malfon will win.

Mr. Spock, we should fail on this
mission. Make the destruction of the

count.

Understood, sir.

Energize.

Cog's fleet has cleared, my lord.

Wait! On ring the transporter!

Intruders! Sound the alarm!

Ah!

invaded Ultar.

They have schemed to murder the sacred
leader and advance their own power.

As your Katoomba, I hereby order all
Klingon battle fleets to stand down and

return to base.

The plans for this war are faulty, and
it diminishes us.

Modern weapons do not touch the hand of
the Katoomba.

It is the law. I am the law.

I am the Katoomba.

Since my ascendance, you and those that
follow you have treated me as a subject.

Malkthon has spilled the blood of Calus,
assassinated two who bore the sacred

power.

One. You live.

The Katoomba lives.

I do not fear death.

Then fear life, Malcolm.

You and the House of Duras will be
forever marked by dishonor.

Then I live to see you die again.

So I give you a challenge, traitor.

You and all those like you who would
seek to diminish the power of the

descendants of Calus.

I order Kishah to form a government for
me.

And I name him as my High Chancellor.

I charge him to bring together all the
leaders of the Great Houses and to

reestablish the High Council.

If there is to be fighting among you,
let it take place in the Council

From this day forward, the Klingon
Empire will be governed by honor.

And I name Karg of the Great House of
Mokai as my warlord.

And I charge him to protect my borders
against those who would...

violate my sacred territory, and to
spread the glory and the honor of the

Klingon Empire to the betterment of
those I own.

Captain Kirk, you have violated
sanctuary, but the Katoomba grants you a

reprieve.

Korg will see that you have safe passage
to the Empire's borders.

Do not enter my space again, or you will
be destroyed.

There's a fundamental problem in setting
up an honorable government by means of

treachery. You knew I was using you for
my own purposes.

Yes, and I used your purposes to stop
this war.

Let the boy emperor know that the
Federation is not one of his playthings.

now, not ever.

Be gone, Earther.

Approaching disputed area.

Captain, we're being hailed by the Dark
Destroyer.

I'm screaming, Lieutenant.

Kirk, I return you to safety, as
ordered.

Then I guess this is goodbye.

Now that you're warlord, I'm sure we
won't see you again.

On the contrary, I should have a fleet
to my back when next we meet.

Until then, Captain.

Until then, Kirk.

You realize that we unknowingly provided
him with a complete readout of every

ship in the Klingon Empire.

We need all the help we can get.

More or it just means he's a bigger
target.

Abbott, you have to admit, it was a
brilliant move for the Katama to set up

parliamentary government.

And a way for the Great House to fight
amongst themselves.

Still, Doctor, lasting change has to be
something that comes from within.

Something you're willing to work on.

The Klingons are warriors by nature. I
would predict that this is just the

beginning of a new era of internal
struggle.

All the better for us if I keep them
fighting on their own border.

Still, it would be interesting to see
the Klingon Empire a hundred years from

now. You can keep your interest.

I'll be glad I'm not going to be around.

Mr. Chekov, set a course for space
station K -7.

Helm, warp vector 6.

Captain's log.

Dardate 7713 .6.

Massive explosion ripped apart thousands
of kilometers of the planet's surface.

I don't know what happened.

Scotty doesn't know what happened.

That's why I need to talk with her. I
have to be part of the investigation.

I need to be. With all due respect. You
weren't listening to me.

Those people were my colleagues.

My friends.

If it was not an accident, then it was
sabotage.

Jim. She's most uncommon.

Bunch. Captain, that was an incredibly
stupid thing to do.

You're welcome.

What, am I so incompetent that I didn't
see a black market operating right under

my nose? Or I'm just plain stupid?

You are going way over the top on this.
Over the top? I have barely left the

launch pad.

All hands, red alert.

Raise shields. Stand by, phasers.