"I can correct," Scotty cried. "I can get back on beam, and make it—"
"Scotty, you'd use too much fuel. You didn't get out far enough, you dragged dead weight—"
"I can correct—"
"You'll never be able to land up there. If you do, you'll never be able to take off again—"
"I've—got—to—get—out—there!"
The General's voice was frantic. "This is an order, man. Orbit your ship. We'll find some way to get you down. But you'll have to come back—"
Something exploded in Scotty's mind then. Rage bubbled over in his mind, and he was screaming in the speaker, "I'm going on out. I'm going to land up there—I can't flub it now, I can't—"
"Scotty, orbit while you can. There'll be another try—"
"I can't hear you—"
"I said—"