Star Trek: Prodigy

What did you do?

- - I think I broke my leg.

A compound fracture specifically.

I mean the ship. You tried to steal our ship.

You mean the one you stole first?

- She makes a good argument. - Oh, really?

Now, you're taking her side?

At least she saved Murf. It's okay, Murf.

You don't need to be scared. I'll protect you.

Janeway to crew. Do you read me?

We hear you, Janeway. Is the ship okay?

The "Protostar" landed safely,

10 kilometers away from your current position.

I'm activating a beacon that will lead you to the ship.

Diagnostics show minor damage.

Computer, aft view on screen.

This ship is about to be the planet's main course.

I'll hold off these vines as best I can,

but I suggest you get here on the double.

Copy that, Janeway. Dal out.

Everyone, to the Runaway.

Uh, about that--

Aw... you gotta be kidding me!

The planet seems to have given up luring us to stay

and has resorted to more direct methods.

10 kilometers just got a whole lot further.

Then we'd better get a move on,

'cause if this planet eats our ship, we're next.

What about her?

She's the reason we're in this mess.

Don't let her slow us down.

- -

I can look after myself.

The "Protostar" is beyond those hills.

I'm freezing.

"It's safe to breathe, Jankom Pog.

You won't need that suit, Jankom Pog."

Ha ha ha ha!

Who's laughing and breathing now,

nice and toasty on Murder Planet?

- Pffft! - Ooh!

Since we found this planet first,

do we get to name it? Can we call it Larry?

I vote we call it "Let's not visit M-Class planets again."

Technically, it's not a planet,

but a sentient life form.

Perhaps I could ask its name. No, it just wants to eat us.

- Murder Planet it is. - Aw. I really liked Larry.

Shh. Quiet.

Excuse me. No one's talking to you.

No. Listen.

Hmm. Uh...

Oh, a sound Jankom does not like.

It's just the wind.

But I don't feel any wind.

Oh, no. Where did the hills go?

Hmm. Must have gotten turned around.

Ah, this way.

Computer, close shuttle bay doors.

Acknowledge.

Warning.

Primary and secondary power offline.

Emergency reserves at 80%.

Pesky vines are wrapping into the plasma coils.

No crew. No weapons.

Just access to non-essential systems. Think.

What would the real Janeway do?

She would clean the house.

Computer, activate photonix ship scrubbers,

full disinfection mode.

That ought to do the trick.

Now what?

Warning. Power reserves at 50%.

Computer, display all active systems of the "Protostar."

Something's using a lot of power.

Ah, here's the culprit.

Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment.

Why don't I have any record of this system?

Computer, shut it down.

Access denied.

The Gravimetric "Protostar" Containment

is a high-priority system

requiring command-level authorization.

Not even from a former captain?

Negative.

Well, if we're playing hardball,

shut down food replicators, and we'll go from there.

Oh!

Ugh. Are we there yet?

The ship is 10 kilometers away.

You said 10 kilometers 10 kilometers ago!

Oh... uh...

Whoa! Did you see that? The hills moved.

- Pfft! Hills don't move. - They do here.

The planet has been terraforming around us.

- It's trying to scare us? - No.

Terraforming. It means the planet is changing.

Usually to become more habitable.

But in this case, it's sending us in circles.

Oh, boy.

Who's there? What's that?

I don't know how to feel in this moment,

but I'm happy to help.

If the planet can make our dreams come true,

what about our nightmares?

Whoa!

A Watcher!

Oh, good, ha ha, you're seeing what Jankom's seeing.

Fire phasers!

How do I turn this on? Do I just point it now?

Ah--

Would you give me that?

I would have hit it eventually.

Phasers aren't working!

What are you doing?

This isn't the time for arts and crafts.

- Jankom! - Gwyn, what are you doing?

Uhh--

Ha ha! Great idea, Gwyn.

Aah! Terrible idea, Gwyn.

What do we do now?

We jump. Aah--

- -

Jankom, you win.

Murder Planet is a pretty fitting name for this place.

And it hasn't murdered us yet.

Yeah. If it weren't for you, we'd be goners.

Jankom Pog never doubted Gwyn.

The Diviner's daughter is an excellent shot.

We owe you one.

Hang on a sec.

If it weren't for Gwyn, we'd still have our ship.

Ow!

Oh, my. Acid rain.

A novel means for the planet's digestion.

- Perhaps we should-- - Find cover!

Will that work?

Not as good as sleeper ship stew,

but these Klingon rations are still better than eating mud.

Oh, Jankom Pog didn't realize

how much he missed home till he got here.

When all of those cute little fuzzy creatures surrounded me,

they weren't afraid of how I looked.

I wanted it to be real. But it wasn't.

At first I was confused why our engine's device

was at the center of the maze.

But after hearing about all your experiences,

I now understand this place was using my obsession

to answer that riddle in hope to keep me here forever.

Dal, you never told us what you saw.

He wanted to see his family,

but he didn't know who they were.

Huh.