Star Trek: Lower Decks

After we dump this in storage, let's hit the bar

and see if we can get a cute lieutenant to argue with me.

Interesting. Why would you want that?

I don't know. Getting some uptight hunk all wound up

-just gets me all... Supplicate yourselves!

-Ah! What the heck? -Whoa. It's one of

those transdimensional energy creatures.

Behold and tremble at

Quick, Tendi, grab me one of those canisters.

Wait, shouldn't we call security?

-I will destroy you. -No, no.

We can use this thing for all sorts of cool stuff.

Hey, grab the pod. We can figure it out later.

He's a sentient creature.

Are-are we even allowed to stuff him in something?

He's a bad guy. He zaps people.

I shall make a feast of your misery!

-No, wait! Don't put me in the pod!

I-I can grant you wishes.

And I'm listening.

I can rearrange air molecules into whatever you want.

Even one of those fancy new tricorders

-with the purple stripe? -Ooh, those are nice.

Oh, that would use up a lot of my...

Okay, okay.

Just... I'll try.

There.

That's... There you go.

-Where's the power cell, dude? -What, really?

Like I was going to ask for something

that didn't come with batteries.

Okay, okay.

Thank you.

I really got to think of something cool

-to say when we're going to warp. -Die, mortal!

Something like "It's warp time!"

What do you think of that? Is that good for you?

Hmm.

What you watching?

Oh, it's this video of Vice Admiral Gibson

falling off a stage during peace negotiations.

You got to check it out.

-Ah, it's classic. -Guess which command ensign

just scored the best assignment on the ship.

-Uh, Castro? -No, not Castro.

Too bad.

-She's the best. -Castro's overrated.

Just because she served on the Enterprise

-for, like, one minute... -Ooh, was it P'jok?

That guy can do anything, and what a snack.

No! It's me. I got it.

I'm the guy that got it, okay?

I'm gonna be piloting General K'orin down to Tulgana 4.

K'orin. How do I know that name?

Maybe because he's like one of the most decorated,

battle-hardened Klingon warriors in history?

Or maybe it's just 'cause all Klingon names sound the same?

Like, they all have an apostrophe for some reason.

Yes. That's it.

Well, clearly I'm being rewarded

for all the hours I log into the simulator.

Your idea of a reward is an escort run?

Oh, you have the bar set way too low.

What's punishment?

Something actually fun? What is wrong with you?

Look, all I know is, I'll be flying down to a bustling,

exotic planet while you're stuck right here.

Uh, check yourself.

It doesn't get more exotic than this.

All right, nobody talk to me.

I got to brush up on my formal Klingon greetings, okay?

Nuqneh, nuqneh!

Yeah, keep it subtle. Nuqneh.

Well, if you see an unaligned EPS conduit, don't call me.

Mine are aligned as hell.

Wait, aren't there, like, a hundred of those?

How long have you been in there?

A solid week.

Crawling through cramped ducts,

prying open panels, and adjusting red-hot power cables.

Look, look look. I've got blisters on my blisters.

Oh, wow, you must be so relieved to be done.

Oh, I'm not done.

Now I get to recalibrate everything.

That's another three, four days in the tubes!

Oh, but I thought we were gonna watch

the Trivoli pulsar together?

Oh, I did promise you I'd do that.

Well, don't worry. Some people agree to do stuff

when they don't actually mean

-they're going to do it. -No, no, no, no.

I'm Starfleet. I never go back on my word.

Eh... you know,

if I quit my job in Engineering and switch divisions,

I wouldn't have to be in the tubes at all.

Really?! Oh, you can do that?

-Sure. When's the pulsar? -0800.

Ah! This really means a lot.

I don't have a lot of friends yet,

and doing science on my own really bums me out,

so thanks, Rutherford.

All right, looks like I just have to...

find a new career.

Uh...

Ooh! Pew, pew, pew.

Good work, gents. Let's keep her right and tight.

Pew, pew, pew.

Uh... At ease, carry on. Sorry.

What? Mariner?

Oh, hey, Boimler. You want some?

What are you doing? Get out of here.

You're getting broth on the controls.

-I got to prep for takeoff. -Oh, I know. I'm coming with.

You got the same mission assignment as me? How?

Pulled some strings.

I mean, you made this sound so rewarding,

I just had to see you in action. Keep reading.

I'm your copilot?

You're taking on more work? Just to bug me?

Calm down, man. We can't have you co-flying angry.

I need you co-calm.

Ooh, nice dress uniform.

-You getting married after this? -No.

-I wish you would take this seriously. -I am.

Ooh! This is the new shuttle with the blast shield. Yeah!

Rutherford, great work on the EPS grid.

I wish I had more engineers like you.

My life would be a lot simpler.

Uh, th-thanks. Uh, can we talk for a second?

Just for a second? Don't tease me. Come on, man.

You're my number-one- with-a-bullet systems guy.

I got time for you in spades.

Um...

I just wanted to let you know

that I'm going to be exploring other opportunities on the ship.

Are you saying what I think you're saying, Ensign?

Uh, I'd like to request a transfer out of Engineering.

Consider your request...

granted!

Oh, man, this is exciting.

I'm sure wherever you end up, they'll be lucky to have you.

-Rutherford! Rutherford! -Aw, thanks, guys.

-Rutherford! -I'm gonna miss you.

Buried alive...

-Marooned for eternity... Moons of Nibia. -Ugh. Unbelievable.

Oh, sorry. I keep having this awesome dream.

General K'orin is gonna be here any second.

Let me do the talking. I've been studying him all day.

-Is he single? -Will you just...!

Rein it in.

We need to show him deference and respect.

General K'orin.

It is an honor to escort you, sir.

Allow me to say...

Nuqneh.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Mariner, what are you doing?! What? No!

What are you doing? What...?

No!

Starfleet has made you soft, Mariner.

Not as soft as your ngech, K'orin!

Wait, wait, wait. W-W-Wait. Hold on, hold on.

Do you two know each other?

Yeah. We did some off-the-books gray ops stuff back in the day.

We're, like, the same age. Back in what day?

Now they've got you pushing PADDs

on a ship full of children.

-Well, can't beat four weeks' shore leave.

Well, general, as I was saying, Nuq...

Okay. Yeah, just holding your sword, then.

I must update you on my many sexual conquests, Mariner.

What, both of them?

Okay, you go down.

There we go.

Where did you even get flagons?

Boy! Land in Little Qo'noS. I want gagh!

Uh, well, my orders were actually to deliver you

-to the Federation outpost so you could... -Copilot, just set us down

in the Klingon district. The man wants hot worms.

Yes, sir.

Coming right up.

Do you remember Jaxxa Prime,

the commander who didn't believe you about rectal insectoids?

Ha! Yeah, I got chewed out, but his ass got chewed up.

Federation shuttlecraft,

this is Tulgana 4 space traffic control.

Landing code challenge epsilo.

Transmitting confirmation on secure channel gamma sev...

Will you two please be quiet

so we don't get shot out of the sky? Whoa!

Sending confirmation code now. Thank you.

Mm, mm.

Mmm, the smell of a Klingon district.

We'll have to get the shuttle washed for sure.

If anyone asks, this was your call.

Okay, snippy.

Ooh, yeah, I'm snippy.

Drinking, landing in an unsecured district?

That's how you choose to represent Starfleet?

Me and the general are blood-bonded.