[at the bridge, Chekov is flustered over the repeat checkups in sickbay]
'Give us some more blood, Chekov.' 'The needle won't hurt, Chekov.' 'Take off your shirt, Chekov.' 'Roll over, Chekov.' 'Breathe deeply, Chekov.' 'Blood sample, Chekov.' 'Marrow sample, Chekov.' 'Skin sample, Chekov.' IF...if I live long enough, I'm going to run out of samples!
Sulu
You'll live.
Oh yes, I'll live, but I won't enjoy it!
Stop it! What's the matter with you two? Didn't you hear Spock? Your planet is dead! There's nobody alive on Cheron because of hate. The cause you fought about no longer exists. Give yourselves time to breathe. Give up your hate. You're welcome to live with us. Listen to me. You both must end up dead if you don't stop hating.
LLokai
You're an idealistic dreamer! [flees toward the Transporter]
Bele, the chase is finished.
[Bele glances at the devastated planet Cheron and purses Lokai.]
Shall I alert Security Sir?
No Lt where can they run?
[Loki and Bele chase each other through the ship, knocking over crewmen, whilst imagining the buildings burning on their home planet.]
Captain, I have located them on ship's sensors. Bele is chasing Lokai on deck three. Bele is passing recreation room three, approaching the crewmen's lounge. Lokai is running past the crewmen's lounge. Lokai has just arrived on deck five. Passing recreation room three.
[Lokai beams down to the planet.]
Captain, someone has activated the transporter mechanism.
Spock, anyone in the transporter room?
Negative, Captain. Transporter room is clear. However, there is a life-form materialising on the planet. It is Lokai. He is back on Cheron.
There's nobody there to try him. His judges are all dead.
Captain, the transporter mechanism has been activated again.
It is Bele, Captain. And another life-form has appeared on Cheron.
It doesn't make any sense.
To expect sense from two mentalities of such extreme viewpoints is not logical.
Sulu
But their planet's dead. Does it matter now which one's right?
Not to Lokai and Bele. All that matters to them is their hate.
Do you suppose that's all they ever had, sir?
No, but that's all they have left. Warp factor two, Mister Sulu. Set course for Starbase Four.