Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan Page #2

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sand, high-velocity winds.

incapable of supporting life forms.

Does it have to be|completely lifeless?

Have you found something?

We picked up|a minor energy flux

on one dynoscanner.

Damn. Are you sure?

Maybe the scanner's|out of adjustment.

I suppose it could be a particle|of preanimate matter

caught in the matrix.

Get on the Comm-pic|to Dr. Marcus.

Aye, sir.

Maybe it's something|we can transplant.

You know what she'll say.

Let me get this straight-

something you can transplant?

Yes, Doctor.

Something you can transplant?

I don't know.

But it may only be|preanimate matter.

Then again, it may not.

There can't be|so much as a microbe,

or the show's off.

Have a look.|If it can be moved-

You bet, Doctor.|we're on our way.

Well, don't have kittens.|Genesis will work.

They'll remember you|with Newton, Einstein, Surak.

Thanks. No respect|from my offspring.

Par for the course.

You teaming up|with me for bridge?

Maybe.

What is it?

Whenever we deal|with Starfleet,

I get nervous.

We are dealing|with something

that could be perverted|into a dreadful weapon.

Remember that overgrown Boy Scout

you hung around with?

Jim Kirk|was many things,

but he was never|a boy scout.

Captain Terrell,|standby to beam down.

Chekov,|are you sure

these are|the correct coordinates?

Captain, this is|the garden spot

of Ceti Alpha VI.

I can barely see it.

There's nothing here.

The tricorder|must be broken.

Chekov, over here.

Those look like|cargo carriers.

Hey, give me a hand.

What the hell happened?

If they crashed,

where's the rest|of the ship?

What the hell is that?

Botany Bay?

Botany Bay!

Oh, no!

We've got to leave now!

What about-

Never mind that. Hurry!

Chekov, what's wrong|with you?

Chekov?

Come on! Hurry!

Starship Reliant|to Captain Terrell.

This is Commander Kyle.

Will you please|respond, Captain?

Captain Terrell,|respond, please.

Let's give them|a little more time.

Khan.

I don't know you.

But you...

I never forget a face.

Mr...

Chekov.

Isn't it?

I never thought|to see your face again.

Chekov,|who is this man?

A criminal, Captain.

A product of 20th-century|genetic engineering.

What do you want?|I demand to be-

You are in a position|to demand nothing, sir.

I, on the other hand,

am in a position|to grant nothing.

What you see|is all that remains

of the ship's company|and crew

of the Botany Bay,

marooned here 15 years ago|by Captain James T. Kirk.

Listen,|you men and women-

Captain, Captain.

Save your strength,|Captain.

These people had sworn

to live and die|at my command

Do you mean he never|told you the tale?

To amuse your Captain?

No?

Never told you

How the Enterprise|picked up the Botany Bay

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