Star Trek

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 5221.3.

On outward course beyond the fringe of our galaxy

towards Questar M-17,

a source of mysterious radio emissions.

Mission, star charting.

Situation, Mr. Scott?

We've picked up speed, sir, rapidly.

I've cut back power, but we continue to gain momentum.

- Mr. Sulu? - She's not answering the helm, sir.

Two minutes right ascension off course and drifting farther, Captain.

Stand by to reverse course.

- Standing by, sir. - Reverse course.

I can only describe it as hypergravity, Captain,

more powerful than any we've ever encountered.

It's dragging the Enterprise toward it.

Why aren't our sensors picking it up? Forward scanners, Mr. Sulu.

Captain, that's the source of the radio emissions.

Negative star mass.

Spectra analysis,

imploded matter, but every reading on it is negative.

- Captain, we're still gaining speed. - Full reverse thrust.

No good, sir. We're still falling toward it.

- How much time do we have? - Impact in 93 seconds,

92.

91 - Captain,

there's another signal. Listen.

40 seconds, Captain,

39, 38...

Sulu, flank speed ahead.

Our only chance is to try to get into orbit around that thing.

Ave, ave. Captain!

Nine seconds.

Eight, seven...

Orbital velocity.

Steady as she goes, Mr. Sulu.

- Maintain orbit. - Aye, aye, Captain.

If its pull is this strong, Jim, how do we get out of orbit?

Slingshot effect, Mr. Spock? Do we have enough power?

I'll need some time for the computations, Captain.

I'm getting that radio sound again, sir.

Nine seconds right ascension from galactic plane,

dead ahead and closing fast.

It's on the view screen now, sir.

- Put us alongside, Mr. Sulu. - Aye, aye, sir.

It's a starship like nothing I've ever seen.

- The size of it. - It's been damaged.

I'll bet she was pulled in like we were.

It's coming from that ship, Captain.

Confirmed, Captain, but it isn't possible.

That ship is dead.

Temperature is absolute zero.

There is no thermal reading to support life aboard her,

and no energy store to send radio messages.

Nothing except a slight magnetic flux reading,

which could be normal for the ship's metal.

- You're sure, Mr. Spock? - Probability .997, Captain.

Can you identify that metal, or the design of the ship?

Negative to both, Captain.

Unknown alloy, harder and lighter than any registered metal.

It is not a recorded galactic starship design.

Retro analysis of the ship's spectra dates it

as having been in orbit here for slightly more than 300 million years.

It's beautiful.

What kind of people could have built it to...

To touch even a starship with grace and beauty?

A civilization that advanced 300 million years ago

before life even emerged on Earth.

Barely an instant in eternity, Jim.

Mr. Spock, any indication of that ship's power source?

No, Captain, but this far from a G1 star,

it is logical to assume they had some kind of warp drive.

We'll board her, Mr. Spock.

Scotty, Bones, you'll come with us. We'll need life-support belts.

Mr. Sulu, have the Transporter Room stand by.

Yes, sir.

Ready, Captain.

Activate life-support belts. Energize.

The hexagonal shape of the windows

suggests a similarity to natural insect designs of Earth,

the honeycombs of bees.

The individual cells are shaped precisely like this.

Would you look at this now?

This metal, it isn't cast or rolled.

It was drawn into filaments and spun.

Like a spider spins his web.

A lighter and stronger material than anything we have now.

Look, every pod, they've all been burst open.

Aye, from the inside, from the looks of them.

Must have been some accident to get almost every pod.

Accidents seldom have such system, Dr. McCoy.

I believe we must consider the alternative possibility

that the crew of this ship destroyed her themselves.

Captain's Log.

We have beamed aboard the alien ship found orbiting a strange dead star.

The Enterprise is recording all data for the log and a full report later.

Kirk to Enterprise.

Enterprise. Lieutenant Uhura here.

Lieutenant, are you still getting that radio signal from this ship?

Negative, Captain.

It stopped transmitting when you beamed aboard.

All right. Lock on us with the transporter and be ready to transport.

We're going inside.

Transporter beam on and locked. Standing by.

What do you make of it, Spock?

Captain, it's registering energy,

- very little, but building. - You mean it's functioning

after all the millenniums this ship has been here?

The wands are accumulators, receptors to attract energy,

motion, sound, light, heat,

every kind of energy around them.

The structure of the ship, those huge arches, thrusting up!

The whole ship is designed to receive and store energy.

Gives me the creeps.

I feel like something's watching us.

I feel it, too, Captain.

A physiological symptom of latent primal superstition,

the fear of primitive people confronting something unknown to them.

Compared to the beings that built this ship,

we are primitive people, even you, Mr. Spock.

All right, let's keep going.

Tricorder analysis, Mr. Spock.

Artificial gravity is in effect here, Captain.

Both air and gravity within two points of Earth normal.

Enterprise, do you read me'?

- Sulu? - No use, Captain.

Some sod of interference has been set up.

We can cut our way out of here.

No energy registering.

- Something's drained them. - You mean we're trapped here?

- No communication, nothing? - For the moment.

This is... Was the control center of the starship.

These must be control and navigational instruments.

The source of the interference is here, Captain.

It's not pad of the normal equipment.

It's like something they jury-rigged during an emergency.

Something to shield this room. But shield it from what?

Possibly from whatever had come aboard their ship.

But nothing, no form of life could survive 300 million years.

Quite right, Mr. Scott. No known form of life.

Jim, the door.

Something is trying to get in.

The field of interference is reacting against the magnetic flux lines, Captain.

- Will it hold? - If the energy stays at that level.

- What is it? - I'm not sure, but I think...

It could be a ship's log or a warning.

It seems to keep repeating.

A message from 300 million years ago?

It is possible that this much of their technology survived.

- Anything? - I may be able to get a translation.

- Hurry up, Spock. - Patience, Doctor.