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May 12, 2012
CAPTAIN’S LOG
Supplemental

— A quick spin, a chop to the wrist, a dropkick, and Ellerby is down and disarmed; I am down too, but reach the phaser first. Rising, I dial it back to stun, and clip it to my belt.

“All right, Ellerby, let’s have it. The whole story. Start with what you’ve done with my men.”

Ellerby, on the floor, cradles his right wrist.

“Kirk, you fool, it’s too late! The machine is already in operation. Kor has everything he needs to destroy your Star Fleet, and the Federation will soon be ours!”

Oooh kay.

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