Star Trek: Lower Decks

Apologies for the delay.

You aren't the only federation spy I'm interrogating today,

ensign Beckett mariner.

Ah, no biggie. I don't have anything else going on.

We'll see if you're so cavalier after a taste of my excruciator.

Ready to talk?

Yes. It's only been a couple of months

working with my mom instead of behind her back,

and the line between mom stuff and captain stuff has gotten real fuzzy.

Your captain is your mother?

Yeah, lady. Everybody knows that.

Keep up! I thought you were good at this.

Ow!

I used to sneak away and do all sorts of little off-the-books side missions

without cluing her in. Now that's impossible.

She's so happy. It's very sweet. But I am losing my mind!

I don't know how much longer I can do this!

Guards!

Oh, thank god. Mariner, you gotta get me out of here!

They keep showing me lights!

- No! I am still mad at you. - For going to the 77'z'an?

But you knew I wanted to get a promotion! You're supposed to be my mentor!

You snuck off in the middle of my shift without saying goodbye!

You know who my best friend is now? My mom. It sucks! It's like work.

Look, I'm a hologram, okay? I'm sure real boimler had his reasons.

I don't know, maybe did you ever intimidate him?

What? No! Shut up!

No, no, no. Mariner!

You're abandoning your fellow officer?

Yeah, well, he did it first.

Stop her!

I never asked for special treatment. That is not my style.

I mean, I won't turn it down though. Oh, wait, does that make me a bad person?

You are an extremely bad person!

Wow, you are nasty.

Words can hurt just as much as torture equipment, all right?

Good!

I guess I'll just have to get used to it, you know?

Life is all about change.

I just always thought she'd kick me out of star fleet.

- You'll never escape! - Right?

Wait, you're talking about the detention center?

I'm practically escaped already. Read the room.

They're locking weapons!

Oh, stop being such a...

Computer, pause program.

What do you want, Jennifer?

- What are you doing? - Cardio, plus a little strength training.

So you work out by staging cardassian prison breaks?

- Yeah. What do you do? - Yoga.

Wow. How unique.

Whatever. Captain wants you in her ready room.

Look, I know we're not supposed to have interpersonal conflict,

but I really hate that andorian.

All right, here we go.

Computer, resume program.

What are you... why are you squatting? We're going to die! Stop that!

I can't. It's leg day.

Whoo!

Captain's log.

The cerritos is finishing second contact duties on apergos.

On a personal note, my daughter has yet another side mission request

when /agreed to give her more autonomy,

I ne ver realized how often I would be catering to her whims.

It's getting a bit old.

Mom, you don't have to keep a trinket from every side mission we do together.

What even is this?

That's a gratitude mask, from when you gave root juice to the vornilians.

Right, right, right.

Speaking of which, I wanna do one last thing before we leave system.

Of course you do.

The capital city is filthy.

They never cleaned up after their industrial revolution.

Can I power wash a couple buildings?

If the locals see how good it can be,

maybe they'll start cleaning up on their own.

Officially, no. Starfleet does not prioritize aesthetics.

But as your cool mom, I say go for it.

The away team is awaiting your orders, captain.

Sorry, commander, I forgot you were there.

That does tend to happen a lot these days.

The apergosian high leader just needs to select.

Sure. You're authorized to proceed.

Oh, and Jack?

Make sure mariner gets whatever she needs.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Jack!

Hey, have you guys seen my padd? I just zinged ransom so hard.

I gotta do a personal log before I forget.

Did you check boimler's bunk?

He'd lose his mind if he knew we were using this for storage.

He probably has a huge room to himself on the titan.

Yeah, he's probably so excited about serving with riker,

he isn't thinking about us at all.

Okey dokey! Ensign Barnes just confirmed our date for tonight.

Whoa, she's crazy hot. Are you nervous?

Wait, that sounds familiar.

No, not nervous at all. This is gonna be great!

Oh, actually, you went on a date with Barnes last year,

and it wasn't a good match.

She didn't care that a red alert

failed to override maintenance hatch 70's access protocol.

- Can you imagine? - That's okay.

This is our third date. It's been pretty great.

Ensign Barnes is super cool.

Oh... okay.

Ha! Went the wrong way again.

Does rutherford seem off to you?

Yeah, always. Why?

Last year he didn't like pears, and now he eats them all the time.

I mean, his implant and part of his brain

got ripped out of his head and put back in,

so liking pears doesn't seem like that big of a deal.

What about Barnes? Three dates? He's not supposed to like her.

Tendi, if rutherford dating someone bugs you, maybe you should talk to him.

Ha! No, I don't care about that. I'm worried about smd.

Synthetic memory degradation.

It's a rare condition that affects cyborgs with new implants.

First, your opinions change, then your brain quuifies

and melts out of your nose!

Luckily, this is exactly what I've been training for.

I will save my friend!

Cool.

So you really think boimler has a big room on the titan?

Yeah, it's probably huge.

Hmm. No. No.

Ugh, no.

You know, your communication number doesn't really matter, your excellency.

People just say "computer, contact the apergosian high leader,"

and it does it automatically.

Well, apergosians have a deep relationship with numbers, commander.

It needs to have gravitas, digits our grandchildren can be proud of.

Yes, yes, right. Hey, look at this one!

This one's got gravitas.

Hmm, too close to my ex-girlfriend's number.

I need more options.

Fine. Mariner, could you grab me some more padds?

Ooh, no can do. Sorry.

Sort of busy with, you know, whatever I feel like doing.

I'm in command of this mission, ensign. Get me my padds!

But I am authorized by the captain to do my own mission.

Have Stevens grab 'em. He's your little buddy.

- He is not! - Here's those padds, sir.

- Stacked 'em just the way you like. - Get away from me, Stevens!

Whoa. I never knew the ancient ones decorated these buildings.

You seeing this?

Hmm.

Clean your public spaces, people. It's not that hard.

Who knows what you'll find under all this soot?

Uh, we got Sci-Fi stuff happening over here!

Mariner, get out of there!

Sir, I'm reading a buildup of strange energies!

Mariner! Mariner!

Commander? Commander?

- Can you hear me? - Oh, god. Is he alive?

Please tell me he's alive!

- Calm down, Stevens. He's gonna be fine. - Don't lie to me!

I told you not to deviate from the mission.

Hmm. Looks like you took a full load of strange energy straight to the cortex.

What is "strange energy," doctor?

Electrical phenomena with unknown properties.

It can have all sorts of physical efi'ects,

unlock parts of the brain, even endow godlike powers.

Humanity has a complicated relationship with organized religion.

Well, strange energies doesn't. Ever hear of Gary Mitchell?

Uh, it got real weird, real fast.

Those energies weren't that strange. I'm fine.

Now unhand me!

I must rise!

And he's hovering. I think he might be going godlike on us.

Let's not jump to conclusions until I run some tests.

You mortals tire me!

Excelsior! I am healed!

My power swells. My brain is unlocking its full potential.

Well, lucky for us, there isn't much to unlock in there.

I can hear your thoughts!

I mean, hey, I was just joking around.

Privately, in my head.

I have to figure out the right harmonic frequency

that will disrupt his power cycle.

Behold...

What is he doing now?

It's easy to become a god. The trick is staying a god

he seems to be focusing on his his and tris.

Captain, we have an incoming communication from admiral Freeman.

I'll take it in my ready room.

Hey, sweetheart. Just checking in on the mission.

Oh, sorry did / catch you in the middle of something?

Nah. Just having lunch. Some hot chili.

No, the mission is great. Second contact is almost complete.

You know, Carol hear, you impressed some important people

with your showdown with the pakleds.

This could be your year to get promoted to a capital ship.

As long as you keep a clean record, of course.

The cerritos? Oh, it's the very image of star fleet responsibility.

Mariner! Get ransom under control and get that number picked now!

Yelling at me isn't going to help!

Oh, yeah. Feel the burn!

So wait, my brain's gonna melt out of my nose because I like pears?

No, no, no, no, no.