"Admiral on the bridge!" "Battle stations. Tactical...uh-oh..." "She can still out-run us, and out-gun us. But there is the Mutara Nebula at one-five-three-mark-four." "Scotty, can we make it inside?" "The energisers' bypassed like a Christmas tree, so don't give me too many bumps." "No promises. On your way." "The trouble with the nebula, sir, is that all that static discharge and gas clouds our tactical display. Visual won't function and shields will be useless." "Sauce for the goose, Mister Saavik. The odds will be even."