standard orbit, mr. beach.
any change in surface scan?
don't tell me you've got something.
damn! are you sure? maybe the scanner's out of adjustment --
all right, let's get on the comm-pic to doctor marcus. maybe it's something we can transplant.
it might only be a particle of preanimate matter.
you bet, doctor. we're on our way!
are you sure these are the coordinates?
i can hardly see --
they look like cargo carriers.
what is it?
you're crazy -- !
there's an air-lock.
there's breathable atmosphere in here.
what the hell is this? did they crash? where's the rest of the ship?
ssssh!
what's the matter -- ?
but the child --
chekov, who is this man?
what do you want with us? i demand --
listen to me -- you men and women --
i've never even met admiral kirk --
mccoy? yes. oh, yes.
he couldn't find them. some of the scientists were still here, but everything else, even the data banks -- were empty.
he tortured those people. none of them would tell him anything. he went wild, strung them up and slit their throats. he wanted to tear the place apart, but he was late: he had to get back to reliant in time to blow you to bits.
marooned on ceti alpha v. he's completely mad, admiral. he blames you for the death of his wife.
if it's all the same, admiral, we'd like to share the risk.
i'll hold onto this.
i'm afraid it's even harder than you think, doctor.
please don't move --
your excellency, have you been listening?
don't move -- any of you!
all is well, sir. you have the coordinates to beam up genesis.
excellency.  it is difficult. i try to obey, but --