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It is probably sacrilege that I be attempting to improve on these classic scenes. Nevertheless:

DECKER:: Mr. Spock, I am officially notifying you
that I am exercising my option under regulations
as a Starfleet Commodore, that I am
assuming command of the Enterprise.
SPOCK:: You have the right to do so, but I would advise against it.
DECKER:: That thing must be destroyed.
SPOCK:: You tried to destroy it once before, Commodore.
The result was a wrecked ship and a dead crew.
DECKER:: I made a mistake then. We were too far away.
This time I'm going to hit it with full phasers at point blank range.
SPOCK:: Sensors show the object's hull is solid meconium.
A single ship cannot combat it.
DECKER:: Mr. Spock, that will be all.

KIRK:: Spock, listen. Maybe Matt Decker didn't die for nothing.
He had the right idea but not enough power to do it....
Am I correct in assuming that a fusion explosion of 97 megatons
will result if a starship impulse engine is overloaded?
SPOCK:: No, sir. 97.835 megatons.
KIRK:: 97.835... Will it be powerful enough to destroy that thing out there?
SPOCK:: Negative, Captain, Its hull is pure meconium.
There is no known way of blasting through it.
KIRK:: Not through it, Spock. From inside it! Will it be enough?
SPOCK:: Insufficient data. I shall try to take further sensor readings.
KIRK:: Do the best you can, and make it fast. ... Kirk to Scott.
SCOTT:: Here, sir. The damage control party just beamed back to the Enterprise.
KIRK:: Good. Scotty, can you set the ship's impulse engines to overload?
SCOTT:: Aye. The shape this thing's in, it's hard to keep her from blowin'.
KIRK:: I want you to rig a thirty second delayed detonation device
and rig it so that it can be blown from up here.
SCOTT:: Aye, sir.
KIRK:: Set it and get up here as fast as you can
SCOTT:: Right away.
SPOCK:: Captain, the object's meconium hull makes
sensor readings of the inner mechanism impossible.
KIRK:: Spock, you don't know?
SPOCK:: Correct.... Captain, you're getting dangerously close to the planet-killer.
KIRK:: I intend to get a lot closer. I'm gonna ram her right down that thing's throat.

GAETA:: Still staking out every waterhole in the desert.
TIGH:: Only this time it's a lake,
with enough meconium to last us a couple years
APOLLO:: This must be some kind of conveyor belt
to get the ore from the mine here to the cracking plant here.
GAETA:: A refinery this far from their home world?
APOLLO:: Why not? They need fuel as much as we do.
GAETA:: Now they've got it.
TIGH:: And enough firepower to keep it.
APOLLO:: All right, so we forget this asteroid; find another source.
TIGH:: You can bet your ass the Cylons will be guarding that one, too
APOLLO:: So we send the raptors out farther.
Ten, fifteen jumps, find a source they haven't reached yet.
TIGH:: And use up all our fuel doing it.
How are we going to get our refinery ship--
ADAMA:: We take the meconium from the Cylons.
....
TIGH:: With all due respect, this is hardly a time to attack a superior force
ADAMA:: It's exactly the time.
We know where they are. They don't know where we are.
We'll catch them with their pants down.

Ok, I'm done now.

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