Returned to their cells after yet another defeat by their freakish opponents, the three Enterprise crew members regrouped. Chekov expressed concern for Uhura.

"Lieutenant, your tunic! Let me try and find us all something else to wear."

As Chekov did that, Kirk assessed the situation.

"Our garishly-dressed foes are making fools of us out there! Worse still, the Providers have made it clear they wish to enslave the entire Enterprise when it arrives. Chums, things don't look too good right now."

Chekov held their replacement uniforms. With their own clothes in ruins, they reluctantly got into them. Chekov beheld his red, green and yellow garb with horror.

"I look like a bird."

Uhura shook her head at the purplish formsuit she found herself in.

"If I so much as breathe, I'll be done for! Captain, in these capes and cowls, we look scarier than those thugs!"

Kirk saw his own blue and black uniform, and got an inspiration.

"Its said that Criminals Are A Superstitious, Cowardly Lot...folks, this is an omen! As Buck Bokai used to say, Lets step up to bat!"

As they went out, Chekov uttered a prayer.

"Holy Saints protect us!"

But indeed, it was now a whole new ballgame. Suddenly, one thrall with half a disfigured face was more scared of Chekov than he was of him. A black-leather clad Caitian, a poor woman's M'Ress, was no match for the graceful Uhura. Galt, with his permanent Rictus smile, chalky skin and green hair, went down like a ton of bricks at the fists of James T. Kirk. One by one they came, and one by one they all fell. The Providers, unable to deal with having failed to bet on the winning Terrans, ceased to be, and their psychotic charges went with them into oblivion.

"Think you can pilot that craft of theirs, Mr. Chekov?"

"Its a wholly different kind of spacecraft, Keptin, but I'll manage."

Uhura stretched and yawned.

"You two do all that. I'm sitting in the back seat, and get some shuteye!"

Kirk looked back at the ruined Provider battle compound.

'When will they learn that crime simply doesn't pay?"

"Don't be so anxious for that, Keptin. If that happens, then, gosh---we'll be out of a job!

They climbed into the sleek, roadster-looking spacecraft.

"Here we are. Atomic Batteries To Power. Turbines To Speed--All Systems Are-GO!!"

Upon their rendezvous with the Enterprise, Spock looked dubiously at the cowl the Captain still wore.

"Am I to find this amusing in some manner?"

McCoy stepped in, as well he might.

"Oh, I don't know, Mister Spock. I think that kind of outfit sends just the right signal."

Sulu was drooling over the sleek craft his friends had returned in.

"MIIIIINNNNEEEE!!!!!!"

"SCOTT TO CAPTAIN!!! KLINGONS SIGHTED OFF TO STARBOARD!!"

Kirk turned to his crew.

"We're needed."

Uhura nodded.

"Lets Go!!"

As they ran off for the bridge, Kirk, Uhura, and Chekov would decide later on that the only thing more embarrassing than running in their cape and cowls through the ship was not realizing the twelve-hour life-span of these uniforms was almost up. On the other hand, upon seeing Kirk's battle-costume, Captain Koloth never did bother the Federation again.