Balance of Terror is like a Chipotle
burrito: Sinfully yummy...but so stuffed with ingredients that it's
close to bursting open like Kane after his run-in with the
facehugger. Not only is Balance of Terror a thinly disguised WWIIU-boat versus destroyer yarn, it's also a cautionary tale about
racism. If that weren't enough, there's also a message thrown in
about the futility of war: War is bad, mkay?
Romulan Bird-of-Prey,
the 23rd century's answer to the U-boat
As in many of the early Star Trek
episodes, we're treated to the spectacle of Spock using logic to
justify kicking some ass; in this case, he points out that showing
weakness in the face of Romulan aggression will only result in
interstellar war. Thus, to avoid war, the Enterprise crew must
pursue and destroy the Romulan Bird of Prey that has encroached upon
Federation space.
Logic dictates,
captain, that we open up a can of whoop-ass on the Romulans
After his turn as Mr. Sensitivity in
The Conscience of the King, Spock reverts to type as the coldly
logical Vulcan, cutting the bigoted Stiles short during his clumsy
(and roundabout) attempt at an apology for his earlier racism by
pointing out that Spock saving his life was dictated entirely by
Stiles's value to the Enterprise's crew as a highly trained
navigator. Or maybe Spock being short with Stiles had nothing to do
with logic and everything to do with him being peeved by the latter's
bigotry.
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