Sulu, status report. Shields at 32%.
Their weapons are powerful, sir. We can't take another hit like that.
Get me Starfleet Command.
Captain, the Romulan ship has lowered some kind of high-energy pulse device into the Vulcan atmosphere.
Its signal appears to be blocking our communications and transporter abilities.
All power to forward shields. Prepare to fire all weapons.
Weapons ready. Wait!
The hull. Magnify. Yes, sir.
Captain, we're being hailed.
I'm Captain Christopher Pike. To whom am I speaking?
Hi, Christopher. I'm Nero.
You've declared war against the Federation.
Withdraw, I'll agree to arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral location. I do not speak for the Empire.
We stand apart.
As does your Vulcan crew member. Isn't that right, Spock?
Pardon me, I do not believe that you and I are acquainted.
No, we're not. Not yet.
Spock, there's something I would like you to see.
Captain Pike, your transporter has been disabled.
As you can see by the rest of your armada, you have no choice.
You will man a shuttle and come aboard the Narada for negotiations.
That is all.
He'll kill you. You know that. Your survival is unlikely.
Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy.
Going over to that ship is a mistake.
I, too, agree. You should rethink your strategy.
I understand that.
I need officers who've been trained in advanced hand-to-hand combat.
I have training, sir. Come with me.
Kirk, you, too. You're not supposed to be here anyway.
Chekov, you have the conn. Aye-aye, Captain.