Breathable-ish.
THIS is CETI ALPHA V!
…Ceti Alpha VI exploded six months after we were left here. The shock shifted the orbit of this planet and everything was laid waste. Admiral Kirk never bothered to check on our progress. It was only the fact of my genetically enhanced intellect that allowed us to survive.
On Earth… two hundred years ago… I was a prince, with power over millions.
That’s enough, Ensign. You are relieved of duty.
Genesis allowed, is not! It’s planet forbidden!
Annoying.
How long are you going to sit sulking like Achilles in his tent?
Mr. Worf, I hereby promote you to the rank of lieutenant commander, with all the rights and privileges there to… and may God have mercy on your soul.
If we’ve got to have tribbles, it’s best if all our tribbles are little ones.
This is where the law is. Not in that homogenized, pasteurized, synthesized – do you want to know the law? The ancient concepts in their own language? Learn the intent of the men who wrote them, from Moses to the Tribunal of Alpha III? Books.
Separation in twenty seconds.
Yes! Genesis! How can you be deaf with ears like that!?
Is this our Borg?
Could I offer you a ride home, Dr. McCoy?
You’re the Captain. Can’t you order the storm to calm down a little?
If there’s nothing wrong with me, maybe there’s something wrong with the universe.
Initiate the force field.
He expects the impossible!
So you have a cold.
That’s the short definition of “Captain.”
First love is always the sweetest, isn’t it?