| ...Kirk's face registered disbelief. "But, sir, the only opposition on Tol is the Quorot's own daughter. Are we going to stand by and let her seize power by killing her father?" For someone immobilized in a biobed he projected a very active disapproval of the course events seemed to be taking.
"We have no choice. That is the prime directive."
"That stinks, if you don't mind me saying so..."
"Mister Kirk!"
Kirk and Chekov stared each other out, both looking astounded by their own temerity. After a few seconds, Kirk backed down. "I'm sorry, sir." The apology was stiff, forced. Chekov knew exactly how much it cost him.
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