Star Trek: Lower Decks

We've arrived in the Portelo system, Captain.

Any idea what we're supposed to be doing?

Starfleet was unusually tight-lipped on the details.

The whole mission's classified.

Take us in.

I wonder what the big mystery is.

Ugh, I hope it's not a Romulan Neutral Zone thing.

Spy stuff's so boring.

- - Uh, ah, ah, man.

Whatever it is, I have to start with holodeck waste removal.

- Blech. I don't know,

but I can't wait to find out with you.

'Sup, ladies? How's science?

We just catalogued some pretty cool hydrogen samples.

Hydrogen is the most common element in the universe.

Sweet. See you guys at lunch.

Boimler, make sure you shower first. Holodeck duty.

Your odor will be repulsive.

Oh, thank you so much, T'Lyn.

You are welcome.

- - Oh-ho-ho.

Don't get too used to this kind of work, Mr. Boimler.

Promotions are coming up, and I think you'll be very happy.

Wait, really? I-I...

I'm getting a promotion?

As long as nothing goes sideways today,

you'll be a lieutenant junior grade.

- But stuff always goes sideways. - Relax.

You'd have to screw up in a historically significant way

- to mess this one up. - Okay, yeah.

What are the odds of that? Oh, oh!

Uh...

Approaching the mystery station, Captain.

I hope this isn't a Romulan thing.

- I hate the Neutral Zone. - Right? Thank you.

Sorry for the secrecy, Captain,

but after all these years, we finally finished.

Beljo Tweekle, curator and historian.

Curator? What, are we transporting some type of art?

Perhaps the most beautiful work of art

in Starfleet history.

Oh, my God, we get to do something on Voyager?

Uh, you know, 'cause, I mean, Boimler's gonna flip.

Captain's log, star date 58724..

In a pleasant surprise, the Cerritos has been tasked

with transporting the USS Voyager.

Captain Janeway and her crew spent seven years

trying to get home from the Delta Quadrant,

and they became Federation history in the process.

Since their return, Voyager has been decommissioned

and preserved for future generations.

Her first stop is Starfleet Command,

where she'll spend some time on the ground

before being permanently

- stationed in orbit. -

- Careful.

That's a mission-worn uniform.

My legacy depends on everything making it to Earth

in pristine condition.

Unzak, when he guided the florkas to their roost.

Whatever. Just don't touch anything.

- Oopsie-doodle. What are you doing?

Just taking a peek at the bio-neural circuitry.

One time, Neelix had this cheese,

and the bacteria almost destroyed...

I know all about the Neelix cheese.

There's a whole display for it on Deck Seven.

Don't open panels.

The ship was damaged by cheese?

It's Voyager. got freaky.

Hmm. This ship is outdated and smells like Borg.

What about Tuvok?

You must be excited to see his quarters.

Perhaps. Are they austere?

These boxes are for a rotating exhibit.

Store them on the Cerritos, and please be careful.

Are you chewing gum?

Ooh, after this, you want to get

a head start on tomorrow's titrations with me?

We can label the test tubes.

I do enjoy an accurate label.

There we go, all calibrated.

Hey, Doc, uh, want a ride back?

Beats taking a shuttle.

You know, growing up, I had a dragon named Fiddlesticks.

He was such a good boy.

He protected me from all sorts of affectionate...

Oh . Why is it people

always have to tell me about their pets?

Right. Sorry.

Cerritos, two to beam up.

Copy, Commander. Energizing.

- - Something is wrong, sir.

- There's only one pattern. -

What the ?

Where am I? And, uh...

who am I?

Captain, we have a problem.

Something over there caused Billups and Dr. T'Ana

to merge in the transporter.

He's calling himself T'Illups.

This exact scenario happened to the Voyager crew.

Everything is falling apart!

No need for panic.

I'm sure I can deal with this transporter situation

- on my own. Oh...

Just send me a copy of Janeway's logs.

I'll do whatever she did.

Sending now. Thank you, Captain.

She knows Janeway straight up murdered Tuvix, right?

Huh? Oh, I-I don't know.

What? Yes, you do. You're a know-it-all.

Get your head in the game.

This is a historically significant mission.

It's Voy, man.

I mean, it's not that historically significant.

What? Yes, it is.

I'm gonna make sure going to warp

didn't knock anything over.

We've got inertial dampeners. I'm sure everything is fine.

It won't be fine until we're on the ground.

Relax. They design these things to survive a photon blast.

Oops. Uh, let me just... Wait.

There's something behind the neural gel.

- - Somebody phaser it!

Look out!

Oh, God, it's on me!

Ugh, don't let it infect you.

- Don't shoot. - Why not?

It's a Tak Takian macro virus.

It must've been dormant.

Macrovirus? Is it making me sick?

Everyone got inoculated years ago. It can't hurt you.

But it is perfect for the museum.

Good virus. Just stay right there.

Temba, his arms wide.

They're spraying DNA on my babies.

- Don't let them off the bridge. - Right, um, so...

Just stand in front of the door.

- Boimler, are you kidding me? - Come on, man.

Shaka, when the walls fell, Ensign.

- Sokath, his eyes uncovered. - I pay attention.

- -

How can you be this distracted over an empty ship?

Uh, you know, Chakotay served here.

Dude, this is nothing compared to, you know, that Pike thing

we aren't supposed to talk about.

Let's get these chunky cold sores under control

so we can get back to enjoying this.

They're self-replicating again!

- Mr. Boimler, get out here. -

This is your fault.

I told you, I feel great.

Here, let me boost the range on that scanner.

He's been symbiogenetically merged

on a subcellular level, Captain.

It's called being Tuvixed.

The same thing happened to Commander Tuvok

and Neelix back in the '70s.

They beamed out with this flower,

and it caused them to merge into Tuvix,

a combination of their DNA and memories.

That orchid was in one of the boxes we moved.

It must've gotten into the transporter.

And that's how T'Illups was born.

Captain, I caution against socializing with the organism.

Organism? I'm a totally unique sentient being.

Plus, I'm cool as .

We're gonna be best friends fast.

Yeah, T'Lyn, it doesn't hurt to be friendly,

since Mr. T'Illups didn't ask to be created.

Sure didn't, but here I am.

I love being alive.

Well, I'm sure that Janeway had a solution to this.

I'll be back shortly.

How many physical memories

do you have from before?

Don't let them touch the exhibits!

No!

Initiating programs Chaotica,

Clown and Michael Sullivan.

Safety protocols set to random.

Random? No. Computer, set them to safety.

- Ooh. - Surrender now,

or face the wrath of Chaotica.

These are, like, Voy's deepest cuts.

Not as deep as my cuts. Yah!

- -

How are these guys even getting off the holodeck?

I installed holo-emitters all over the ship.

I thought you were preserving, not adding.

Oh, subtle updates that don't impact historical consistency

are an acceptable compromise for conservation.

Wha... Chaotica isn't subtle,

and the Clown wasn't even a holodeck pro...

I love you, but I can't be with you.

Ooh, I like this guy, though.

- -

- Watch out! The Borg display! - I got it!