Star Trek: Lower Decks (2020) s05e10 Episode Script

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Previously on Star
TREK: Lower Decks
MARINER: Man, another quantum fissure?
BOIMLER: You saw that other Boimler.
So cool and successful.
If I copy him, then
maybe I can be cool, too.
RUTHERFORD: My
implant is having a hard time
connecting to this old door.
Well, maybe it's finally time
I fill the senior
science officer position.
You don't think T'Lyn's
competing with me, do you?
MARINER: I just heard
you lost your captaincy,
and I'm gonna help you get it back.
MA'AH: Bargh, I select you to die.
Ho, that was awesome, brother.
We've been assuming
these dimensional rifts
are a natural occurrence,
but now it's looking
like someone's making them.
You have experienced duplication?
I mean, if he were still around,
I bet he'd be in some huge adventure.
- Harry, you have to stop.
- [CACKLES]
SLOANE: With a directed
soliton burst,
I can guide the wave
into a single reality.
MARINER: Won't an entire
universe be destroyed?
Use my reality.
I piggybacked a
message to my duplicate.
- He'll know what to do.
- Will he?
WILLIAM: Yeah, as long
as he doesn't freak out.
♪
Our scans are negative.
There are no enemies in the area.
RELGA: I can see that.
Set course for the border.
Maybe we can antagonize
Starfleet into a fight.
But the High Council
considers them to be allies.
[BLEEP] the council!
We're only patrolling this
worthless corner of the empire
because my brothers were murdered
and the council thinks me weak!
I would cut all their
throats for a chance to
Captain, sensors are detecting
an increase in tachyons.
Tachyons mean
nothing to a Bird-of-Prey.
[LAUGHTER]
Huh?
I'm reading a massive
buildup of soliton particles.
Get us out of here!
- [SHOUTS]
- [SCREAMING]
[STRAINING]
We have evaded the soliton wave,
but the Krtas has been destroyed.
- Shall I report this to command?
- No.
This is exactly what I needed.
[LAUGHING]
♪
♪
♪
RANSOM: First officer's log.
Having finished repairs at a joint
Starfleet-Klingon research station,
the Cerritos is enjoying
a little downtime.
Ah. Since we both
have the afternoon off,
want to play Sexy Treasure
Island on the holodeck?
Only if I get to be Long John [BLEEP].
- God, I love you.
- [LAUGHS SOFTLY]
Ah, being a lieutenant JG rules.
Who knew higher rank came
with more freedom to goof around?
It's honestly very relaxing.
That was not your
attitude when I first arrived.
You were more chaotic.
Really? Ah. Don't
want to lose my edge.
- Enjoy that avocado, cadet!
- [SHOUTS]
[CHUCKLES] Still got it.
What are you guys so busy with?
Senior science officer stuff.
I am cataloging the corbopple levels
of the isometric flangometer.
And I'm researching how
corbopple emissions affect sleep.
C-Corbopple you're messing
with me. That's not real.
Half of all bopples are corbed.
It is a foundational element
of artificial gravity.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
- Rutherford.
- I've been trying to fix this
stupid old plasma router,
which should be easy with my implant,
but the Cerritos systems are too old.
You love the Cerritos.
Don't listen to him, girl.
- He didn't mean it.
- Yes, I did.
[SIGHS] Since when does
everyone bring work to the bar?
I wish I could help you, Rutherford,
but there's not a lot
of engineering advice
on this PADD I stole
from alt-dimension me.
I cannot believe
basing your personality
on that thing actually worked.
That beard looks good.
I hate it.
I didn't actually crib all that much.
Uh-huh.
What do you want to drink?
Uh, uh, something called a Bramble?
[DEVICE BEEPING]
You're getting a message, Boims.
WILLIAM: No, th-there has
to be something we can do.
MARINER: Won't you be
dooming an entire universe?
WILLIAM: Scan me.
Use my reality.
Why would you do
this to your friends?
Sorry, the replicator didn't
have a code for a Bramb
Holy [BLEEP], we're all gonna die!
What-what the hell? Boims, wait
up! What are we screaming about?
- [BOIMLER SCREAMING IN DISTANCE]
- [GLASS SHATTERING]
Is it just me, or is Boimler always
freaking out about some PADD?
- It is not just you.
- [GRUNTS]
[METAL CLATTERS]
FREEMAN: T'Pol?
Harry Kims?
An interdimensional overload?
Captain, if William's alive,
he wouldn't lie about this.
Mom, I know this is
coming from nowhere
and we're just junior officers,
but we have to take it seriously.
- I agree.
- Oh. You do?
- Let's get Command on the line now.
- Whoa, what, really?
I mean, we thought it would
take way more convincing.
Yeah, I mean, an-an
undead transporter clone
could be kind of a stretch.
You two are my best officers.
And after all we've been through,
I think I know enough to trust you.
Wow.
I mean, thanks.
Man, that is good captaining.
♪
[MA'AH GRUMBLING]
Eh, why so tense, brother?
We still have hours
before we arrive at Qo'noS.
A captain must be vigilant.
We deliver bloodwine. What
danger would we encounter?
A leaky barrel?
- Every mission is a potential battle.
- [YAWNS]
Wake me if Kahless
makes another appearance.
- [ALARM BLARES]
- [SHOUTS]
[GASPS]
- [SCREECHING]
- MA'AH: Relga.
Ah, the great Captain
Ma'ah, hauling garbage.
It's not garbage.
It's wine!
How the mighty have fallen, murderer.
What is the meaning of this?
You destroyed one of my ships.
I was lucky to survive.
We don't know what
you're talking about.
I know, but there's just enough truth
to convince the High Council.
Ready weapons.
- This is madness!
- No, it's vengeance.
Relga has no honor,
just like her brothers.
Bargh and Dorg were weak.
I am not!
Fire!
[GRUNTS]
- [GRUNTS]
- [WHIMPERS]
I will ram their bridge.
We will have the element of surprise.
Sorry, brother, but today
is not a good day to die.
[GRUNTS]
MA'AH: What are you doing?
Unlock my controls now!
Malor!
Long-range scans have confirmed
your fears, Captain Freeman.
Soliton resonance is
overloading the dimensional rift.
Unchecked, this will
destroy our quantum reality.
[ALL GASP]
The rift itself is easily sealed
with a subspace gluonic beam.
The problem is getting to it.
The rift is surrounded
by a Schroödinger possibility field.
A what?
The S-field completely remaps matter
into other possibilities
from the multiverse.
- [ALL GASP]
- T'LYN: Fascinating.
Of course, we would never choose
to have a California-class ship
handle a catastrophe of this scale.
Oh, thank God.
For a moment, it sounded
like this was up to us.
Unfortunately, it is.
What?! Why?
Enterprise is en route,
but there's no time.
The two Boimlers are linked in
ways we don't yet understand.
Call it fate or entanglement,
this is your mission.
How the hell are we
supposed to do this
if our heads are
turning into cactuses?
I've calculated adjustments
for your shield harmonics.
In theory, they should
block the effects of the field.
- Sending them now.
- "In theory"?
Engineering can make
these updates, Captain,
but we'll have to
work around the clock.
It'd be nice to know
if they actually work.
Come on. Are you sure the
Enterprise can't handle this?
With the connected Boimlers,
you're our only option.
What the [BLEEP]? You
sent a universe-destroying rift
to your own dimension?
It wasn't me.
It was William!
Looks like the Boimlers
have given us no choice.
- [ALL GROAN]
- Let's move, people.
Come on!
It was William!
MEREDITH: We got to
get those updates installed.
[GRUNTS]
These plasma conduits are ancient.
We're never gonna flush them in time.
My implant could do this twice as fast
if we didn't have to use
history's oldest relays.
Got it.
Quantum filtering is live.
Shields are updated, Captain, but,
I don't think Starfleet
took into account the hull.
FREEMAN [OVER COMM]:
What? What do you mean?
There seems to be a
potential interference
between the field and
the duranium alloys
throughout the Cerritos.
It could affect the hull,
but the shield updates
should make sure
that the crew is unaffected,
so we'll all be fine!
The hull is kind of important.
BILLUPS: We're working on a fix.
- We just need more time.
- Well, time's in short supply.
But we should be okay as long
as there aren't any complications.
- [ALERT BLARES]
- Captain,
a small vessel
just dropped out of warp.
They're hailing us.
Damn it.
On screen.
We need to talk to Beckett Mariner.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
She is my cha'Dich's cha'Dich.
We are requesting asylum.
Uh yeah, hey, guys,
sort of bad timing.
Good.
I do not want asylum.
- Yes, you do!
- Ugh, I do not!
Yeah, I don't know what
they're talking about.
[GROANS] Then I guess
we'd better find out.
MALOR: Oh, come on.
We were nowhere near Relga
when her ship was damaged.
They probably encountered the same
soliton wave we're dealing with.
Relga seeks revenge
because I killed her brothers.
Uh, yeah, let me just hop in here.
Both of those guys
tried to kill him first.
I will gladly die
facing her in battle!
Come on, she will
never give you a fair fight!
We can give them
safe harbor, right, Mom?
Yes, but confined to quarters.
Sorry, but apparently,
we're the only ones
who can save the
frickin' universe today.
So, do these quarters,
um, have a replicator?
How do you have an appetite
after running from battle?
All our snacks are made of bugs.
They have salties and sweets!
RANSOM: Captain, we
need you on the bridge.
More Klingons just
dropped out of warp.
- What?
- Good.
We don't have time for this.
We're supposed to be closing a rift.
On screen.
I'm assuming you're Relga?
I have tracked two
murderers to this location.
Hand them over now!
I'm sure we can solve
this in a diplomatic fashion.
You are harboring criminals.
They would disagree.
I know who you are,
Captain Carol Freeman.
Your admiral mate will
not protect you from me.
My husband has
nothing to do with this.
You've sided with the
petaQs who destroyed my ship.
Are you an accomplice?
Incoming call from
Admiral Freeman, Captain.
[SIGHS] What now?
Okay.
Put her on hold.
Nobody puts me on hol
FREEMAN: Zo
we've partially updated our shields,
and we should be
able to head to the rift
You're harboring two
criminal Klingons, Captain.
[CHUCKLES] Word travels fast.
I don't believe they've
committed any crime.
They're murderers.
I'm ordering you to
immediately hand them
over to Captain Relga.
Dad, these are my friends.
Is this coming from Command?
Zo, I
- That was weird.
- This whole day is weird!
[SIGHS] Ransom, collect our guests.
What? No!
This is [BLEEP].
We can't make our own rules
just because friends are involved.
Get me that Klingon.
Freeman!
- You will rue the day
- Enough!
You're getting what you want.
Ah, there he is.
No more running, coward.
- You are the coward!
- Wait.
Where's the fat one?
Ransom, why do I
only have one Klingon?
RANSOM: Working on it.
Malor seems to have, uh,
- wandered off.
- Good.
This is a trick.
Sensors can't locate him. I
have a team sweeping the ship.
Please be patient.
We're actually dealing
with a dangerous rift
that's emitting strange energy.
As allies, I'm sending you the data
on how to update your shields.
I have no use for this!
Give us both brothers or
I will take them by force!
- [ALL GASP]
- Hu'tegh!
- They're targeting our engines!
- Red alert!
SHAXS: Shields at 80%.
Evasive maneuvers!
Set a course for the rift.
- But, Captain
- We don't have time for a fight.
Warp me.
♪
I need good news on those
shield updates, Mr. Billups.
Those Klingons can't be far behind.
BILLUPS: Working on it.
- Mom, I didn't hide Malor.
- FREEMAN: I know.
But I still need you to find him now.
Those Klingons are forcing
us into a bad situation.
BOIMLER: We're approaching
the Schroödinger field.
Captain, without the shield update,
quantum interference with the hull
could alter the physical
structure of the Cerritos.
Well, whatever we turn into
is still better than getting
blown up by Klingons.
Full impulse.
Aye, Captain.
RANSOM: Soliton energy's
reacting with the duranium.
Readings are getting freaky!
All hands, brace for weird.
- Report.
- We only have one nacelle.
We're in the Cerritos from a reality
where it's a Freedom-class.
How do you even go to
warp with one nacelle?
It's possible to project a warp
bubble without dual nacelles.
The only sacrifice is
the static actuators
We don't have time to nerd
out about this, Lieutenant.
- [ALERT RINGS]
- Our friends just caught up.
Of course they did.
Maintain speed.
We have to get to that rift.
SHAXS: The Klingons have
entered the S-field, Captain,
and our shields are only at 60%.
Another energy wave, dead ahead.
- MA'AH: Malor!
- MARINER: Malor!
Get out here right now so
we can face our enemies.
Would you not?
You're gonna scare him.
- [SHIP RUMBLING]
- [BOTH EXCLAIMING]
Malor, just c-could you
get out here, please, Malor?
Whoa!
Dang it!
Stupid new quantum
reality power relays.
- Implant trouble?
- No, it's working great.
But these new systems are a mess.
Who designs a ship like this?
- [EXPLOSION]
- Ah!
One of their ships is changing.
Oof, an ancient Klingon sailing barge.
All lives lost.
Can that happen to us?
I could really use that
shield update, Mr. Billups.
Lieutenant Boimler, get to navigation.
We can't afford to go off course.
[OVER P.A.]: All
hands to your stations.
We need to update our relays.
The Cerritos wasn't
designed for this kind of stress.
We need to disable
nonessential systems
to help route power
- to structural integrity.
- Negative.
Disabling systems
could damage resource conduits.
Yeah, resource flow won't
matter if we get blown up!
Raising your voice will
not solve the problem.
Neither will doing nothing!
We are co-senior science officers.
We should be working together on this!
It appears the
pressure of our situation
- is impairing your logic.
- [GASPS]
Perhaps we should
work on different systems.
Perhaps we should.
[GRUNTING, KICKING]
I can't get any of the
isolinear relays stabilized.
It's this ship.
I
I think I'm falling out
of love with the Cerritos.
What?
But there's so much more to fix.
Maybe this is just a rough patch.
That's what I thought.
But it just isn't getting better.
MARINER: Malor?
This is dishonorable!
Get out here now!
Malor?
Hey, Kimolu, Matt,
you see a rural Klingon
come in through here?
Ugh!
If I could only find him,
we could stop this conflict.
Wait.
I know I use this PADD too much,
but maybe something like this happened
in Beard Boimler's reality.
You know what?
Honestly, I'll take any help.
- Check, check.
- MA'AH: Malor!
- Malor!
- Whoa.
You actually found something?
It's a log about
Klingons seeking asylum.
- Becky Mariner is the one who hid them.
- What?!
Whoa, that doesn't mean I did.
- She was a piece of work.
- Where is my brother?
- I didn't hide him.
- This says you did!
Reveal his location!
- Guys, guys, can we focus on repairs?
- [GRUNTS]
- [RUMBLING]
- BOIMLER: Whoa.
Look out.
We're changing again.
The Cerritos is a
Terran Empire ship now.
Ah, by the prophets, our
weapons are amazing!
Oh!
Weapons are down.
Aah!
Relga, please be reasonable.
This field is dangerous as it is.
You never should have given
me the shield updates, human.
Now hand over those fugitives!
[EXCLAIMING, GRUNTING]
Tell me we still have shields.
Barely, but engines are down.
We're dead in space.
FREEMAN: I don't get it.
Why isn't her ship changing?
It probably is.
Klingons hardly ever
update their fleet designs.
They always want their ships
to look like big stupid birds.
We have basic power
systems, but that's it.
My team's still working
to fix interference,
but, this set us back even more.
We have to assume we'll be boarded.
In that case, I think we
have to hand over the
- Captain Freeman!
- [EXCLAIMS]
This purple boy has proof that
Mariner has hidden my brother.
Mom, I wouldn't lie to you.
I mean, you know, not anymore.
I know. I trust you.
Malor's location is hidden
somewhere on this device.
- [GRUNTS]
- Give me the PADD!
[GRUNTS]
- Ba-Qa'!
- Boims,
that thing was working for you.
You're so handsome and cool.
I don't want it in my life if it
means not having your back.
Oh, man, that's actually
That's really sweet.
You're a better friend
than Beard Boimler.
I don't need a PADD to know that.
- Friendship!
- MA'AH: No!
If you will not tell
me where Malor is,
I will have to make you, in battle!
[GROWLING]
[PAINED GRUNT] How
a-are you s-so strong?
High intensity interval training.
This has gone too far.
- I hid Malor.
- What?
- Ha! I [BLEEP] knew it.
- Why?
That message from Admiral
Freeman didn't sit right.
Yes.
Thank you.
Mom, it did not sound like Dad.
We promised Malor
asylum, and Relga's a bully.
I knew you had to follow orders,
so I bought you time and
some plausible deniability.
That wasn't your call, Jack.
Uzani, when the light
came over the mountain.
We don't need to watch this.
His orders were clear.
Jinza, when the truth was uncovered.
They're murderers. I'm ordering
you to immediately hand them
Ah, she faked the message.
Damn.
That is so dishonorable.
We can't hand them over,
but we can't fight back.
[SIGHS] This is an
impossible situation.
I can't believe we have Terran weapons
and no way to power them.
There has to be some sneaky
underhanded Kirk-style trick
we can use to [BLEEP] her
up, like they did in the old days.
[GASPS] One of my officers
might be able to help with that.
♪
Are you really going
to make me board you?
Save some lives.
Don't be so weak.
Well, at least I didn't
have to fake a message.
What?
[CHUCKLES]
A pity you discovered my trick.
Now your crew has to die!
You know, you were right.
I really shouldn't have
shared that shield update.
Guess I'll just have to take it away.
I'd like to see you try.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[STRAINING]
Open fire!
[SHOUTS]
It worked!
I did it, Mr. Billups!
Ha! Your little trick did nothing!
Captain, our shields are down.
We are fully exposed
to the energy field.
What?
No.
Fire on them!
Destroy them!
[SCREAMING]
[GROANING]
[GUTTURAL SCREAMS]
[SNARLING]
[ROARS]
Ugh.
What are they turning into?
Mindless proto-Klingons,
filled with rage.
[ROARS]
[ALARM BEEPS]
Wave frequency is increasing, Captain.
All hands, brace for impact.
[GASPS]
Captain, the Cerritos is operational.
We've gone all Sovereign-class.
I guess I'll have to take it.
Helm, get us to the rift.
The closer we get, the
more the effects will increase.
Then let's hope we make it.
Full impulse!
♪
Hey! We're back to normal.
Yeah, we are.
[GASPS] We are!
Captain, the rift is
expanding too quickly.
We won't get there in time!
Why couldn't we have changed
into a bigger, better ship?
RUTHERFORD [OVER
COMM]: There is no better ship!
- Rutherford?
- The Cali-class rules!
We're perfect for this. [GRUNTS]
TENDI: But I thought
you were falling out of love.
Yeah, but then I realized
my problems aren't with the Cerritos.
They're with my implant.
[GRUNTS]
Time to do this the old-fashioned way.
[GRUNTS] These Calis were designed
for all sorts of functionality.
We can reconfigure
systems better than anyone.
Whoa! I've never seen
someone engineer that fast.
[CHANTING]: Rutherford! Rutherford!
- Rutherford! Rutherford!
- [BEEPING]
He's routing the rift's energy
directly into the dilithium chamber.
We are being fueled by
interdimensionality itself.
The results will be unpredictable.
It'll have to do.
- [ALL GASP]
- [ECHOES]: What's happening?
Our superpositions are decoupling!
FREEMAN: The Cerritos is bifurcating
into two quantum possibilities.
If we maintain this speed,
they'll both be destroyed.
We don't have a choice.
Keep us on course, Mr. Boimler.
Trying, Captain, but the
helm's not responding.
SHAXS: Systems are split.
[YELPS] Each ship is
controlling the other.
RANSOM: We have to slow down.
- No!
- No!
Today's chaos has driven us apart.
But that's when we need
to be the most in sync.
Relinquish control.
Trust each other.
Before, we had to prove ourselves.
Now we unite as
- Science besties.
- Science besties!
Wha?
[GROUP GRUNTS]
[PANTS] Brother?
[GROUP SCREAMS]
RANSOM: Captain, we're in range!
Active the gluonic beam.
It's not working.
[ALARM RINGS]
TENDI: The rift is still open.
It's too late!
On my farm
- Huh?
- What?
When a river threatens
to destroy your crops,
you cannot stop it,
but you can build a dam.
- What are you talking about?
- [GASPS] He's right.
[GRUNTS]
[WHIRRING]
♪
BOIMLER: Whoa, the energy's contained.
The rift is stable, but it's, uh
- It's permanently open.
- Holy [BLEEP].
Wait, did we just save
the [BLEEP] universe?
[CHEERING]
Huh? We are victorious
because you listened to Malor?
Yeah. Guess Ransom made a good call
hiding this big old
genius, or we'd be toast.
[GRUNTS] Klingons do not hug.
- [LAUGHS]
- Shut up.
♪
BOIMLER: Boimler's log.
Our Klingon friends are
heading back to Qo'noS,
but they might not
have time for farming.
Due to her dishonorable actions,
the High Council
handed over Relga's fleet
to Ma'ah's command.
Now that the rift is a
permanently open portal
to other quantum realities,
Starfleet considers it a
gate to a whole new frontier.
The increased tachyon density
means no modern starbase
can be stationed nearby.
Luckily, there's one with older
systems that aren't affected.
Starbase 80.
The mission:
Explore strange new realities
with a little help from
some familiar friends.
Kassia still runs the base,
but, when it comes to
exploring the multiverse,
Starfleet wanted their best
to supervise the
missions going into the rift.
[MEOWS SOFTLY]
It's been an honor, Captain.
[GRUNTS, STRAINS]
- [SNIFFLES]
- [GROANS]
If you're not here, who's
gonna throw me in the brig?
When you first arrived,
I didn't think you'd last a week.
Yeah, neither did I.
- [GRUNTS]
- Now
I'm proud to say that
you don't need me.
It's my turn to go on an adventure.
[SNIFFLES]
- I love you, Mom.
- I love you, too.
Is nobody here to carry my bags?
Yeah, it's not a Galaxy-class, Dad.
- But I'm an admiral.
- So what, your arms don't work?
I'm glad you guys get to
spend more time together.
It's the main reason I agreed to this.
- There's a golf course, right?
- Oh, forget golf.
You're hitting the gym, buddy.
[LAUGHS]: No, thank you.
Not for me.
FREEMAN: Well, you're the
one who was calling me every day,
missing me so much.
Isn't this what you wanted?
I love you, but I also love putting.
Welcome to Starbase 80, Freemans.
Now let's get you slimed up
with some homemade disinfectant gel.
- She's kidding, right?
- [LAUGHS] You wish.
♪
Oh, Rutherford.
Hey, will you take a look at
this data I compiled for
What?
Where's your implant?
I had to choose between
the Cerritos and the oculus.
Not really a choice at all.
Uh, I-I, I-I don't know what to say.
Engineering should
be twice as interesting
now that I don't have cybernetics
hooked up to my melon.
It does feel weird to
be so organic, though.
- Bleh.
- I think you look very handsome.
Oh!
Thanks, Tendi.
Wow. [LAUGHS]
Emotions can get pretty intense
without a dopamine inhibitor, huh?
- [CHUCKLES] Ooh.
- I was unaware of your romantic affection.
Oh, no, we're just friends.
- My head feels hot.
- What?
- Am I sick?
- Let me take your temperature.
[STRAINS, SHRIEKS]
Clearly I was mistaken.
[GRUNTS, CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS] What a day.
Man, whoever decided
to put a bar on a starship
deserves a medal.
Mariner, come on, your
mom's leaving the Cerritos.
We had predicted you would
express a negative reaction
unfitting to the station of your rank.
You know why Boimler's
weird death-faking clone
sent that cosmic wave at us?
Because he knew we kick ass.
And I'm not just talking
about the five of us.
The whole Cerritos crew is
stacked with amazing officers.
Yeah, there's a lot
of ships in the fleet
which are bigger, fancier,
they have engineering sections
that are attached to
the main part of the ship.
And honestly, those crews
are way more professional.
Hey, I should know, I've
been kicked out of half of 'em.
But this thing we do
doesn't require perfection.
We're explorers.
We live for the unknown.
You can't prepare for that.
Nobody on the Cerritos
is even close to perfect.
We're a mishmash of
people and various creatures
that don't fit in anywhere else.
But we're a family.
That's why I love it here.
We believe in the
mission and in each other.
My mom might be gone,
but, she handpicked this crew.
Which is why I know
we're gonna be okay.
This isn't the end of the
story, it's the beginning.
We're gonna make her proud.
Wow, that's such a
healthy way of looking at it.
Yeah. I did get mad
and set my bed on fire.
- Wait, what?
- What?! Is it still burning?!
Yeah, and I kicked a
computer, but you know,
that's all out of my
system. I'm good, I think.
I m I mean, I don't know.
We'll have to wait and see.
[CHUCKLES] Tune in. Uh-oh.
SHAXS: Captain on deck.
♪
Captain Freeman's aboard Starbase 80,
- Captain Ransom.
- Thank you, Mr. Shaxs.
You know, she told me to never
let you detonate the warp core.
Oh, man.
- Unless you really deserve it.
- All right!
Mr. Rutherford, a
little birdie told me
you made some pretty inspired
updates to the plasma injectors.
Was it Dr. Migleemo?
Yes, it was.
- Keep up the good work.
- Okey dokey.
Starfleet wants us to check out
some talking goo on Snickmik 5.
What viscosity is the goo?
Ooh, does it have
anything nice to say?
Let's find out.
Helm, take us out.
♪
Hey, Jack.
Uh, I mean, Captain.
Is this gonna be a problem?
Nah, you're Cerritos strong.
Boimler, huddle up with us.
Huddle up? Oh, no,
we're not doing coach talk.
I need a first officer.
[GASPS] Bu uh, but
I'm only a lieutenant JG.
[CHUCKLES] I know
you're not quite ready,
but the two of you have a
chance of making it work
as provisional first officers.
- What?
- That's not a thing.
It is now.
I might eventually promote one of you.
- Think of it as a contest.
- Please don't do this.
It will mess up our friendship.
Eh, a little interpersonal conflict's
the best way to learn.
- Since when?
- Sir, but I-I can't.
I don't we're still lower decks.
No, you're in charge
of the lower decks.
Grab a seat.
[WHIMPERS] Oh, man.
[GROANS]
♪
RANSOM: Oh, I got
to figure out a cool thing
to say when we go to warp.
I-I think it'll happen
naturally, over time.
Yeah, you don't want
it to sound forced.
Ooh, I got one.
Engage the core.
- Uh, no. I don't like it.
- No, no. Don't you dare
- go to warp on a workout joke.
- Nope, I'm sorry,
I like it. It's staying.
Ransom, you are better than this.
BOIMLER: No, please
don't make this our lives, sir.
MARINER: Come on, you
don't want to set that tone.
- BOIMLER: Sir
- What if this is a five-year mission?
- RANSOM: Engage the core!
- [MARINER AND BOIMLER GROAN]