Star Trek: Prodigy

Five, four, three...

my ticket outta here.

Hmm?

Did you see that?

Oh, yeah, no one here understands anything.

Sorry, didn't quite catch that.

You'll have to chirp a little slower.

Easy, fellas. It's called humor.

It takes the edge off of the hard labor.

Drednok!

What's the top bot doing down here?

You look... tense.

Have you seen Fugitive Zero?

Well, I can see how you lost him.

He barely fits in your hand.

But I'll make sure to keep an eye out.

Uh, you may wanna ask that thing.

He looks like he has a big mouth.

If that even is a mouth.

Hey-oh-oh! Woah!

Prisoner Dal R'El, what species are you?

Wow, getting personal. Borderline inappropriate.

Okay. Let's do this. Honestly, who knows?

If you can enlighten me,

it'd sure be a weight off of my shoulders.

I'd ask my co-workers, but you banned translators

to keep us from talking, so...

He's seen Zero.

Hey... hey now, easy with that thing.

Fugitive Zero is here.

Which way is up? Up! Up! Up!

Ugh.

Whoa! Not this way, okay.

Ah!

Oh, no...

Seems that you've spilled your goop.

Mind your own business!

Nothing to see here!

Ahh-ah-ah!

Ha, ha, ha, ha! Remember this day, Watchers,

when you watched the wily Dal R'El

fool you all and escape!

Oh, n-n-n-n-no!

What's that? I can borrow it?

Thanks! I'll be sure to return it!

Get out of the way!

Whoa! Ah!

Okay, what's the plan?

Okay, Dal. Let's find a way outta here.

Rubble Crusher Outlet?

It probably sounds worse than it is.

Ah! Ah! It's worse! It's so much worse!

No, no, no.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

No one.

No one shall escape.

You can make it. You got this.

Just a little further.

Come on, Dal!

Please. Please.

Ah. No. No!

The Kazon apologizes for his delay.

His excuse is that he's already given us every criminal

and orphan this side of the Delta.

But to continue this relationship,

he offers this one for half price.

I agree to these amends.

I told him if he ever brought us one so young again,

it would be him working the mines.

You may be fluent in many tongues, Young Progeny,

but only I am to speak for Our Diviner's dealings.

Do not overstep your boundaries.

I don't understand why my father makes me translate

when you're programmed to do just the same.

Have trust.

Our Diviner has a plan for you.

Ugh. A plan he never tells me.

Progeny of Solum, you may speak in Standard.

I know you favor this primitive tongue.

You summoned, Our Diviner?

Did my negotiations with the Kazon disappoint you?

You have always cared for my Unwanted,

but that isn't why I called for you.

How well do you know this prisoner, Dal R'El?

I know his species is... unknown.

He's mildly intelligent,

but his abilities... are few.

He talks a lot.

I need him to talk.

My advisor believes he may be working

with Fugitive Zero.

How is his tolerance to pain?

Forgive me, Our Diviner. That won't be necessary.

I can get him to talk. But I need time.

Time?

Every moment Fugitive Zero stays at large

gives the Unwanted hope, and hope has no purpose here.

I should have never questioned you.

My Progeny, we are the last of the Vau N'Akat,

and whatever future our people hold

will be up to you.

Do it your way.

But if you can't get him to talk,

Drednok will use alternative methods.

I will not fail you.

That's 12-me, six-you, not that I'm counting.

You are hiding her from the truth of our mission.

She is not ready.

She must not know what I'm searching for.

I can't have the thought of the Federation

influence her in any way.

When the time is right, she will understand why.

But if this boy fails to deliver, use your methods.

You never give up hope, do you?

Who's there? Who said that?

Just a prisoner, like everyone else.

You speak my language!

What species are you? What sector are you from?

Does it matter?

We're all trapped here just the same.

Not me. I'm getting outta here.

Everyone wants to escape. But you're special.

You're the only one who still thinks he can.

Who are you?

Just someone curious who needs a little hope.

Ah. Hey! Okay! Okay!

Easy, tripod!

Wait.

Who was I just talking to?

Oh! Ow! Okay, okay, okay.

Tell me again what it's like out there.

Share some of those honey lychees,

and I'll tell you stories that'll make you feel

like you're living amongst the stars.

Good to see you, Gwyn.