I mean to avenge myself upon you, Admiral.

The SS Plymouth Reliant, raising hell on the Phoenix Mutara Nebula (I-10)

[caption id="attachment_8523" align="alignnone" width="640"] Of course (Enterprise is still running with shields down)! We are one big, happy fleet! Ah, Kirk, my old friend..."[/caption]
Joachim: [Enterprise is running with shields down] They still haven't raised their shields.
Khan: Raise ours.
[Joachim raises shields]
Spock: Their shields are going up.
Khan: Lock phasers on target.
Joachim: [looks at targeting computer] Locking phasers on target.
Spock: They're locking phasers.
Kirk: Raise shields!
Khan: Fire!

[caption id="attachment_8524" align="alignnone" width="640"] He tasks me. He tasks me and I shall have him! I'll chase him 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares Maelstrom and 'round Perdition's flames before I give him up![/caption]
Kirk: Time?
Saavik: Three minutes, thirty seconds.
Kirk: Distance from Reliant?
Chekov: 4000 kilometers.
Sulu: We're not going to make it, are we?

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