jim? how did you find me--? does starfleet know of my presence? i have been. and always shall be. your friend. you are james t. kirk. your father is george, as is your brother. your mother's name is winona -- you were born in 2233 -- i am spock. one hundred and thirty years senior to the vulcan you know. it's remarkably pleasing to see you again. . especially after the events of today. mutiny? you are not the captain? by nero. he is a remarkably. troubled romulan. . please. allow me -- it will be easier-- our minds. one and together. one hundred and twenty-seven years from now everything ends. a star in beta quadrant will go supernova -- and like a cancer left untreated. it will grow. and destroy everything. i saw the beginning of it myself. vulcan science academy devised a plan to stop it. we built a ship containing a material capable of generating the only thing powerful enough to consume a supernova. a black hole. i agreed to pilot the ship. knowing i would not return. my sacrifice, in service of all races, seemed only logical. unfortunately. before i could begin the mission. the supernova destroyed romulus. yes. he of course blamed us. believed vulcan allowed his planet to die. which was hardly the case. let me continue. nero came after me. determined to thwart my mission. if romulus was allowed to die, he said. all planets should share its fate. i needed an exit. i knew if this mission failed. everyone, everywhere. would lose everything. i realized: a large black hole could destroy the supernova. a smaller one. could be my escape. could send me back in time, allowing me to complete my mission. so i created a black hole. nero must have understood what i was trying to do. because he began racing for it. nero simply got to it first. how long i was travelling. i couldn't tell you. it was timeless. but when i arrived. nero was waiting for me. forgive me. emotional transference is an effect of the mind meld. "cthia" is the stricture that binds our emotions. but few of us are that perfectly vulcan. yet remarkably, events within our timelines, characteristics, people. seem to overlap significantly. tell me about the rest of the crew? chekov-- uhura --? -- sulu -- dr. mccoy would assert our meeting here is not a matter of coincidence. but rather, indication of a higher purpose. yes he would. perhaps the time stream's way of attempting to mend itself. in both our histories, the same crew found its way onto the same ship in a time of ultimate crisis -- therein lies our advantage. we must go-- there's a starfleet outpost not far from here. yes. you often spoke of him as your inspiration for joining starfleet. you should know. he proudly lived to see you become captain of the enterprise. a ship we must return you to as soon as possible. are you the station chief? fascinating. you're montgomery scott. you are in fact the mr. scott who postulated the theory of trans-warp beaming. what if i told you your trans-warp theory was correct? that it is indeed possible to beam onto a ship that is travelling at warp speed. and that you only required the correct field equation to recrystallize dilithium? the reason you haven't heard of it, mr. scott. is because you haven't discovered it yet. allow us access to your shuttle. and i will show you what a genius you actually are. your equation for achieving trans-warp beaming. point of fact: it did occur to you. extrapolating enterprise's course -- now's your chance, mr. scott. agreed: the aft engineering bay is your best option: a large space and no unpredictable airlocks -- no, jim. my destiny lies along a different path. trust me. above all. jim, this is the one rule you cannot break. to stop nero, you alone must take command of your ship. preferably not. there is, however, starfleet regulation 619. yes. i forget what little regard you had for such things. 619 states that any commanding officer who is emotionally compromised by the mission at hand. must resign said command. jim. i just lost my planet. i can tell you. i am emotionally compromised. what you must do. is get me to show it. a trick i learned from an old friend. live long, and prosper. i am not. our father. there are so few vulcans left. we cannot afford to ignore each other. because you needed each other. opposing yet complimentary opposites. it was that balance between us -- i should say you and kirk -- that often made the impossible, possible. i'm in no position to pass judgment. my actions have robbed you of much. i could not also deprive you the revelation of all you can accomplish together. of a friendship that will define you both in ways you cannot yet realize. i inferred universe-ending paradoxes would ensue should he break his promise. i implied. an act of faith. one i hope you'll repeat in the future. and yet, you are in a unique position. you can be in two places at once. i urge you to remain in starfleet: i've already located a suitable planet on which to establish a vulcan colony, and assist in the foundation of a new science academy. then i ask that you do yourself a favor. put away logic. do what feels right. the world you've inherited lives in the shadow of incalculable devastation. but there's no reason you must face it alone. as my customary farewell would appear oddly self serving, i will simply say. good luck. then i ask that you do yourself a favor. put away logic, and do what feels right. the world you've inherited lives in the shadow of incalculable devastation. but there's no reason you must face it alone. this was a gift to me. representing. a dream. one we were unable to fulfill. the way you can now. as my customary farewell would appear oddly self serving, i will simply say. good luck.