Star Trek: Of Gods and Men

Captain Nyota Uhura:
[narrating] It's said if you move but one grain of sand, you run the risk of altering history.

Charlie Evans:
[about James T. Kirk] He died saving hundreds of people?

Data Clerk:
Billions. Billions of people. Entire planets. I don't think there's been a single person who's had that kind of influence...

Charlie Evans:
But he wouldn't save me. I didn't wait forty years to be cheated.

Captain Nyota Uhura:
[narrating] Captain's personal log, Stardate 6712.4. As head of Starfleet Linguistic, my recent assignments have been most rewarding. So much so, I'm finding it hard to believe it's been forty years since I was first assigned to the Enterprise under Captain Kirk's command. I should be elated to attend the ceremonies honoring his accomplishments, but the memory of his passing twelve years ago is still very painful. And it doesn't help that my dear friend Scotty is still missing. Or that Sulu is away in the Gamma Quadrant for the next three years. Or that McCoy and Spock won't be able to break away from their negotiations with the Klingons. All this has made me realize that something is... missing in my life. Perhaps though, seeing some old friends attending the dedication of a very special ship is exactly what I need. Something we all need.

Captain Pavel Chekov:
This almost makes me feel like a kid again!

Captain Nyota Uhura:
Well, it should. The last time you sat in that seat, you were a kid.

Captain John Harriman:
About your uncle...

Commander Peter Kirk:
Don't worry. He made his own choices. He lived and died exactly the way he wanted to.

Captain John Harriman:
I almost left Starfleet over that incident. But Chekov was aboard the day your uncle died and he and Uhura convinced me it wouldn't have mattered who was sitting in the captain's chair that day. And since then we've been the best of friends.

Captain Pavel Chekov:
Deja vu all over again.

Captain Nyota Uhura:
Charlie... Charlie Evans?

Charlie Evans:
The singing lady remembers.

Captain John Harriman:
What happened?

The Guardian of Forever:
A question. He has passed into what was. All that you knew has been altered.

Tuvok:
Are you suggesting that the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many?

Madame Uhura:
I'm suggesting that history proves it. It's filled with groups who have decided that their needs were more important than others. The result: slavery, genocide. You don't believe me? Just look at the Galactic Order.

Kittrick:
[recognizing the planet on the viewscreen] Vulcan.

Captain Harriman:
Yes, a defiant planet about to serve as an example. I thought you might be interested in its fate.

Kittrick:
Why should I concern myself with Vulcan? They refuse to take a stand. They deserve their fate.

Koval:
Ah! Glorious. You see what their neutrality and peaceful ideals got them? None of you feeble little p'tak will ever learn. You must dominate! Or be dominated.

Conqueror Navigator Yara:
Captain. A number of vessels were able to escape.

Commander Garan:
Hunt them down?

Captain Harriman:
No... let them go. They shall bear witness to what happened here today.

Xela:
Cunning. Now you'll be feared ever more.

Kittrick:
I'm a freedom fighter, not a doctor.

Captain Harriman:
[communicating through intercom] Kittrick, what do you want?

Kittrick:
I want nothing.

Captain Harriman:
You wouldn't be threatening to blow up my ship if you didn't want something.

Kittrick:
Autodestruct in 15 seconds.

Captain Harriman:
[shouting] What do you want?

Kittrick:
I want you to die.

Ragnar:
Kittrick, I've followed you all these years because you fought for what was right. If I'm to die, I'll die fighting for that.

Kittrick:
[Tuvok has just attempted to mindmeld] Keep your mind to yourself, Vulcan!

Xela:
Remember. A live fox is better than a dead one.

Kittrick:
[communicating through intercom] I have a better idea. Why don't you come down here and kill me yourself?

Captain Harriman:
Lower the force field. I'll be there in five minutes.

Kittrick:
I've waited long enough. Make it four.

Captain Harriman:
This is very strange. I remember you as a friend, but... you still feel like an enemy.

Madame Uhura:
Could one man's absence cause all of this change?

Kittrick:
It's possible. One pivotal change, seventy years ago.

Captain Galt:
I am Captain Galt of the freedom ship Liberty. We know you have our comrade Kittrick. Return him or we will destroy your ship.

Chekov:
Nyota, I'm honored to know you. In both lifetimes.

Xela:
[aiming a phaser at Harriman] Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you where you stand.

Captain Harriman:
I can't... but there must be one, or you would have done it by now.

Charlie Evans:
Leave her alone!

Gary Mitchell:
[chuckles wickedly] She's going to tell me where Kittrick is.

Charlie Evans:
What moral right?

Gary Mitchell:
[another chuckle] Morals are for men, not for Gods.

Madame Uhura:
And you are neither.

Chekov:
Damn it! Where's Scotty when you need him?

Captain Nyota Uhura:
[narrating] Personal log, Stardate 7615.1. It doesn't seem like a year's past since we restored our normal timeline. As I conclude my last entry as captain, my thoughts are not on that single grain of sand we might disturb accidentally, but on the fact that we are endowed with free will and can choose ideas that can either lead to deadly consequences or to joyous rewards. So truly, our destiny lies not in the stars, but within ourselves.

Uhura:
[raising her glass] Here's to forty years of high adventure!

Admiral Chekov:
[raises his] Here's to the next forty.

Admiral Chekov:
[Uhura gives him a puzzled look] Well, as Spock is so fond of saying: there is always a possibility...

Chekov:
Say good-bye, Mr. Mitchell.

Captain John Harriman:
[yelling at Commander Garan as he started to leave] Get them out! I don't care if you have to blast through the bulkheads, am I clear?

Captain Harriman:
[beaming the crew from the disabled rebel ship] Kittrick! So glad you could make it. So at last, the fox has been outfoxed. Odd... I always imagined you'd be shorter.

Kittrick:
I'm surprised you had the courage to meet me face-to-face.

Captain Harriman:
Oh, if I had my way, you'd be dead already. Terrorists like you...

Kittrick:
Terrorists? We fight for our freedom!

Captain Harriman:
Freedom... what is freedom without security? Nothing. The Galactic Order provides that security.

Kittrick:
Only through fear and violence. Anyone who trades freedom for security... deserves neither.

Captain Harriman:
Well, I'm not going to have a philosophical debate with an anarchist. The truth is: You're a traitor. The Curate Prime demands your head. I'll be the one who gives it to him.

Kittrick:
We'll see.

Commander Garan:
We have the rebel vessel in our tractor beam.

Koval:
Allow me the pleasure of destroying it.

Xela:
[scoffs] Typical Klingon. Act first, think later. What do we gain from destroying it?

Koval:
They are enemies of the Galactic Order!

Commander Garan:
Captain, intelligence indicates this might be the vessel we've been looking for.

Xela:
[saunters seductively over to Harriman's chair] This could be very good for you. Capturing the fox is sure to impress Curate Prime.

Koval:
Man your station, tokhe straav'! [Klingon: "willing slave"] Leave the battle to the men.

Captain Harriman:
Koval, you need to be more courteous towards Xela.

Koval:
Why should I? She is a straav'!

Captain Harriman:
Yes, but she's *my* slave. You need to remember that.