P: |
That sound again.
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Da: |
Another weapon has been launched, sir.
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P: |
Could we find some way to stop this system?
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Da: |
I would need(?) to see the program's schematic.
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Sa: |
You got it.
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P: |
Is it possible to readjust the targeting sequence?
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Sa: |
Absolutely. It wouldn't be much good without it.
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P: |
Data, assign the neutral target.
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Da: |
Target must be specific, sir.
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P: |
It sells(?) thing. It sells thing on power source.
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Da: |
The force of that explosion would destroy this cave and everyone on
the surface.
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Sa: |
Watch now. This is the fourth and final projectile. The echo purpose
series 6-0-7 is about to complete this phase of its mission.
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P: |
Give me some options, Data. Quickly.
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Cr: |
Why don't you just shut it off?
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P: |
Is that possible.
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Cr: |
Why not? It's a machine, isn't it?
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P: |
Shut it off.
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Sa: |
Why? You haven't seen a half of what this beauty can do.
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P: |
We've seen enough.
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Sa: |
Does that mean you're going to buy it?
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P: |
Yes, yes. We've seen enough. You made a sale.
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Sa: |
You won't be sorry.
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P: |
Good. Now, end the demonstration.
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Sa: |
Done.
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P: |
Number one.
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R: |
Right here. That was close.
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P: |
LaForge. Everything is all right. We neutralized it.
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Ge: |
Glad to hear your voice, Captain. We are a little busy right now.
I'll give right back to you.
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Wo: |
Phasers are full readiness.
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Ge: |
Keep those shields at full power. Ahead one quater. Heading,
2-5 mark 3-0-0.
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So: |
Sir. That heading will take us further into the planet's atmosphere.
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Ge: |
That's correct. We're gonna lose the maneuverability to keep from
under the helm.
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So: |
Aye, sir.
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Wo: |
You hope our attack will follow us in the atmosphere.
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Ge: |
I'm counting on you. Lian, scan for the air distraction of the vortex.
Cloak or no cloak, spot it by its turbulence. Worf. How fast can you
get the phaser locked?
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Wo: |
Fast?
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Zu: |
Our temperature, one thousand degrees and rising.
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Ge: |
Emergency power to the deflectors.
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So: |
Velocity increasing. Steady and she goes.
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Zu: |
Our temperature, 25 hundred degrees.
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Wo: |
Deflectors, nearing overload.
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So: |
Sir, the helm, going on unresponsive.
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Ge: |
Can you compensate?
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So: |
Yes, sir, I can.
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Zu: |
Mostly 3 thousand degrees.
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Ge: |
Maintain heading.
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Wo: |
We're about(?) to lose the number 4 deflector.
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Zu: |
33 hundred degrees.
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Wo: |
Deflector 4 is now inoperative.
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Zu: |
Turbulence starboard.
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Ge: |
There he is.
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Zu: |
Skyers(?) locked.
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Wo: |
Weapons locked.
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Ge: |
Fire.
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Wo: |
Got it!
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Ge: |
Ha. Shields down.
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Zu: |
Locked onto the away team. Beaming them home now.
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Ge: |
Come to 4-0 mark 6-5, ahead 1/3, and assume a standard orbit.
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So: |
Standard orbit. Aye, sir.
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