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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.

Captain's Log, Stardate 5483.7.

The Enterprise is en route
through an unfamiliar sector of space

where a series
of Earth Federation ships

have disappeared mysteriously
during the last 150 years.

Recent joint discussions with the
Klingon and Romulan Empires

have revealed that a starship
has disappeared in this sector

precisely every 27.346 star years.

If my calculations are correct, Captain,
we have 20 seconds to go.

Twenty seconds to what?
That's what worries me.

Lieutenant Uhura,
place the ship on Yellow Alert.

Aye, sir. Yellow Alert.

Five seconds.

Four, three...

All stations report
Yellow Alert status, sir.

Captain, I'm getting
some sort of subspace radio signal.

Put it on ship's speaker.

It's more like music than a message.

Captain, we are being probed.

From where? Can you trace it?

The signal is coming from a star system
20 light-years away.

- Can you identify it?
- It is the Taurean system.

A small star at the extreme edge
of this sector.

That's a powerful signal to reach here
from that great a distance.

- It seems to be calling us.
- Strange.

Yes, I get the same feeling myself.

It does resemble a summons.

I find no resemblance
to a summons, Captain.

Opinion noted.

Set a course for the Taurean system,
Lieutenant Arex. Warp factor 7.

You wanted me, Lieutenant?

- Are you all right?
- I am.

But I want you to observe the men here.

It seemed to start
when we picked up that signal,

and it's gotten worse.

Fascinating.

Like a Vulcan marriage drum.

I am experiencing
audio-visual suggestion, Captain.

So am I.

Dimensional visions.

Any idea what's causing them, Spock?

Logically, we must assume
they are created by the probe.

Sir, what visions?
We don't see anything.

Miss Chapel,
you don't see anything, either?

- No, sir.
- Take a medical reading, Nurse.

Lieutenant Uhura,
call Dr. McCoy to the Bridge.

Sickbay, Dr. McCoy.

Please report to the Bridge.

Dr. McCoy?

No response.

Magnolias in blossom. Beautiful.

The signal's getting stronger, sir.

Re-scan your sensor readings,
Mr. Spock.

Readings are still inconclusive.

It is odd that
only the men are affected, Captain.

I suggest...

Ship's Log, Stardate 5483.8.

Engineering Officer Scott in command.

We are in orbit around Planet Two
in the Taurean system.

Probes and sensors indicate
there was once a vast civilization here.

Lovely. Lovely.

However, life readings are sparse
and concentrated.

Captain Kirk is beaming down
with a scouting party to investigate.

These figures just don't match up
with Spock's.

So far I count three sensor readings
that are off.

Fantastic architecture.

Only an incredibly advanced race
could have built it.

You want all those
routine readings, sir?

No, I don't think so, Carver.
Spock will do it.

There is something compelling about it.

Yes, I feel it too, Bones.

Captain, the urgency of our feeling
suggests visual compulsion.

I advise remaining at a distance

until I can determine
the extent of its influence.

The life forms
are indicated in its center.

There's no apparent danger, Spock.

Let's go.

They are here.

- Oh, such wondrous ones.
- Wondrous ones.

They honor us.

I am Theela, the Head Female.

Welcome, James Kirk, Dr. McCoy,
Mr. Spock.

Welcome.

The form is humanoid,
but there are many internal differences.

Their bodies appear to function
on an unusual psychokinesis level.

First time I ever admired
a body function.

How do you know our names?

The Opto-aud revealed you to us.

Tonal control. Fascinating.

The Opto-aud will reveal
whatever is asked, Mr. Spock.

We are grateful
that you heard the signal, Captain.

The signal? A distress call, wasn't it?

I will explain its meaning later.

We have prepared a feast
to celebrate your presence.

Captain's Log, Stardate 5483.9.

The beauty of this place is unequalled.

It's the answer to all of man's dreams.

Exquisite in every way.

We're here to investigate...

To investigate...

The women radiate delight.

These are the most beautiful women
in the galaxy.

But where are the men?

They occupy another compound.

That makes sense.

Mr. Spock.

Spock...

Take them to the slumber chambers.
They must rest.

Probably that nectar.
It's potent as Saurian brandy.

Jim. Jim!

Results of every scan
run by the women science teams.

If there is an answer, it's here.

Computer on.

Summation of medical,
biological, astrophysical scans.

Working.

Probe directed at ship
from planet surface

is severely enervating
to humanoid males.

Exposure causes increasing weakness.

Possibly to point of death.

Lieutenant Uhura
to Security Officer Davison.

Davison here.

I want an all-woman security team
on every transporter immediately.

No one is to transport down
to the planet unless it is on my order.

Aye, aye, Lieutenant.

- What are you doing?
- Taking command of this ship.

We must return
to our duties aboard ship.

Yes. Duties.

That's it. Duties.

I have...

You cannot leave, Mr. Spock.
You are needed here.

Soon, all the men on your ship
will feel as you do.

They are all needed,
and they will join us.

We must go.

Obstruct them!

Mr. Scott, as senior Lieutenant,

I'm taking responsibility
for the safety of this ship.

Very thoughtful of you, love.

Ship's Log, supplemental.
Lieutenant Uhura recording.

Due to Chief Engineering Officer Scott's
euphoric state of mind,

I am assuming command
of the Enterprise.

I accept full responsibility for my action.

A detailed account
will be recorded later.

Nurse Chapel, until further notice,
you will act as Chief Medical Officer.

Yes, Lieutenant.

- They've gone.
- Yes.

Your medikit, Doctor.

It may contain something
which will help us.

I wonder why they let me keep it.

Perhaps they saw no practical use in it.

Cortropine. Could help.

It's a strong stimulant.

Go ahead.

Locked.

If the lock is magnetized,
this may disrupt its field.

Assistance. Assistance!

The urn. It's the only place.

This way.

They are not here, Theela.

Come. They might have returned
to where they landed.

The headbands. Look at them.

I have noticed that their glow diminishes
when the women are not present.

They could be polarized conductors

which transfer our vital energy
to the bodies of the women.

You mean they're actually
draining our life forces?

That would account
for our rapid aging, Captain.

And our weakness.

If you recall,
the women seemed listless at first.

But as our strength has failed,

they have become
more energetic and vital.

How long do we have, Spock?

We seem to be aging
10 years per day, Captain.

Ten years?

- In four days, we'll be dead!
- And useless to them.

Theela said the other men of the crew
would join us here.

They'll be lured into the same trap.

We've got to contact the ship.

I have retained more strength
than any of you.

My internal structure is different,
Captain, my life span longer.

It is wiser if I go to the temple
to try to find the communicators

and contact the ship.

The equipment belonging to the men
of the Enterprise, where is it?

Spock to Enterprise.

Enterprise.

Request rescue party. All-female.

Repeat. All-female. All...

Ship's Log, supplemental.
Lieutenant Uhura commanding.

We have assembled
an all-female rescue party

in accordance with Mr. Spock's request.

Greetings. I am Theela.

Head Female of this compound.

Lieutenant Uhura
of the Starship Enterprise.

We're here to locate Captain Kirk.

Return to your ship.
You are not wanted here.

Until we find Captain Kirk,
we will not leave.

Phasers on stun. Fire!

Search the temple. Parties of two.

No sign of them anywhere.

Miss Chapel.

- Miss Chapel.
- Wait!

- What is it?
- I heard Spock's voice.

- Christine.
- It is Spock.

There must be a panel somewhere.

Mr. Spock!

Spock, what happened?

We've got to get out of here.

Spock. Oh, Spock.

Instruct female engineer

to divert ship's energy

into deflector shields.

- Block probe.
- We tried that.

- Block probe.
- We tried that.

Use all ship's energy.

Everything channeled to the shields.

Hurry, Christine.

Release Captain Kirk and his men
or we will destroy your temple.

Wait! I will tell you everything.

The past. Reveal it.

This is the race
from whom we are descended.

They came to this planet
when our homeworld began to die.

They built this place
and all surrounding it.

They did not know
this planet drains humanoid energy.

But the women's bodies
developed a glandular secretion,

enabling them to survive

and to manipulate
certain areas of the males' brains,

influence their emotional senses.

Ultimately, it drained the men,

caused them to weaken and die.

To survive, we must vitalize
each 27 years of your time.

Instead, we are eternal prisoners.

We neither age nor die.

We are unable even to bear children.

What about Captain Kirk
and the others?

- Can the Opto-aud locate them?
- We shall see.

The men of the Enterprise, reveal them!

They're drowning! Where are they?

The nearest water accumulation
is many cusecs from here.

That looks like a pool or a tub.

It is the urn in the garden.

Phasers on setting 1.

Fire!

No results, Captain.
We've tried everything we know.

Perhaps the transporter is the key.

- Key to what?
- Our restoration.

It holds the molecular pattern
of our original bodies

when we beamed down to the planet.

Spock.

Can the transporter be programmed
to re-pattern us as we were?

Possibly. But the odds against us
are 99.7- To-1.

We are on the surface, Mr. Scott.

Reprogram the transporter
as previously directed.

But this has never been done before.
Suppose it fails?

Their patterns will break up,
scatter in space.

- Transporter reprogrammed, Mr. Spock.
- Beam us up, Scotty.

Scotty, we're losing them!

- Did it work?
- You're more handsome than ever.

Tell Captain Kirk
we have kept the agreement.

A crew of women will bring a ship back.

You'll be transported
to the first suitable planet.

How quickly will we become
as other women?

Dr. McCoy says
it should only take a few months.

A life of hope. New learning.

Perhaps love.

Oh, it is a much better future
than immortality.