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.
Captain Harriman: I can't... but there must be one, or you would have done it by now.
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.
Captain Harriman:
This is very strange. I remember you as a friend, but... you still feel like an enemy.
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 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.
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 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 Nyota Uhura:
[narrating] It's said if you move but one grain of sand, you run the risk of altering history.
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.
