Star Trek: Lower Decks

Ooh! I'm pooped.

Working on ocean planets really takes it out of you.

I love cataloging algae as much as anyone,

but keep it to a thousand mutations or less.

Yeah, I think I'm not gonna come back to Piskes Nine

until at least tenth contact.

What are you talking about? That was fun.

Hmm. Well, you don't have a fever.

Oh, stop, stop. Sure, it was a lot of work

that old Mariner would have definitely hated

but, hey, that algae glowed in the dark.

Oh! I love bioluminescence too.

Mariner! I never took you for a seaweed girl.

Mm, not when you phrase it like that, I'm not.

I-I don't know, I guess I'm just starting to enjoy missions

without trying to fight the system or whatever.

Doing granular science is what Starfleet's all about

and wow, I sound like a real Boimler right now.

Yeah. Uh, cool as hell.

Oh! Aah!

You've really come a long way, Mariner.

I find it inspiring.

Ooh, I like red alerts, too.

Come on, danger time.

Captain, we dropped out of warp

due to a navigational malfunction.

Captain to Cetacean Ops.

Lieutenant, what's your status?

Computer, shut down nav processing.

We are supposed to be at a captains' conference

on Casperia Prime in 24 hours.

I'm hosting their first annual scatting battle.

Well, we aren't gonna be anywhere

unless we get the nav repaired.

Mr. Boimler, are there any starbases within impulse?

Yes, but you're not gonna like it.

The only station within reach is

Starbase 80.

Damn. Starbase 80?!

That's the worst starbase in the quadrant!

No, no, I am not going back to the hellhole.

I'm a positive person now. I love algae.

There's nowhere else?

I mean, at full impulse

we could get to Deep Space Six

in 400 years.

That. Let's do that. Mom, please. Right?

We-we can't go to Starbase 80.

Let's just, you know, put out a distress call

and drift until we get rescued.

As much as I would love to never set foot on that station,

we need a navigation processor.

It's our only option.

Mr. Boimler, Starbase 80, full impulse.

No...!

Are you gonna do that the whole way there?

Absolutely not. You can't make me go back.

Put me in the brig. Shoot me into space.

I don't want to be on SB80 any more than you do.

When we crossed dimensions,

the other me ran this pile of junk.

- Now, you've been here. - Because you banished me!

And I apologize for that.

Is it really infested with fleas?

Denobulan lice. And they itch like.

This place is cursed. I've already been here too long.

We'll be in and out as fast as possible.

I'm sure it won't be that bad.

Hey, Captain, Starbase 80's transporters

aren't safe for organic use.

They want us to rub down with some kind of gel.

Ha! See? The curse begins.

Check me out. I'm a total T'Pol over here.

Mare-Bear, get my back.

Not if my life depended on it.

Also, why do we have to decontaminate?

They're the ones who are cursed, not us.

Come on, you can't really believe in curses.

I didn't used to, but I've seen it.

A regular smart person spends too much time here

and somehow, through mysterious forces,

thy turn into a total buffoon.

That's a little unscientific.

- Can science explain Q? - Probably.

You gonna use all your gel?

Ooh, hey, man, I wouldn't use too much of that stuff.

I think there's a reason they got rid of it.

I like to lay it on thick.

Oh, yeah, that's the stuff.

Mariner, the ground isn't gonna fall out from under you.

Last time I was here, I fell into an open ditch.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

You're like, "How can there be an open ditch on a starbase?"

Well, anything's possible in hell.

- Hiya, Cerritos crew! - Aah!

Welcome to Starbase 80.

Kassia Nox, diplomatic liaison.

We're so relieved Starfleet finally sent someone

to repair our flux spectrometer.

I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding.

The Cerritos was forced here

due to a navigational malfunction.

We need a new processor, if you have one.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'm sure we have a nav processor or two

in storage, as long as you don't mind an older model.

Well, the Cerritos isn't exactly cutting edge either.

So, older... it-it should be fine.

I'm sure my chief engineer can help you.

He's down on level 15.

Mariner, why don't you go see if you can help

with any station repairs

while we go and get the processor.

Ooh, alternate idea.

I would love to go back to the Cerritos

and not help with anything.

That's an order.

Looks like you're with me.

Mom, come on. Please, please, look, give me-give me

holodeck waste removal duty.

Anything that takes me

back to the Cerritos. Please.

Ah, man, these systems are all old and weird.

I was dreaming about working on something new.

Have you dreamed of being cursed?

So, what crime did you commit

to get you banished to Curse Town?

None. I volunteered.

That's weird. You sure that's how it went down?

SB80 might not be the most glamorous starbase

in the Federation, but it grows on you.

Like a fungus.

Welcome to Engineering. Watch your step.

Uh...

Whoa, we're on the ceiling.

Oh, yeah, well, we're having a little trouble

with the gravity plating.

Oh! The fusion reactor is so cute.

Oh, my gosh. And do you use wall comms?

The base hasn't experienced

many upgrades since the 2260s.

That's why it's so retro cool!

See, Mariner? No curse here.

Just a minimalist reactor room

with a... corn dog vendor?

- That's Chad. - Oh.

You have to try his corn dogs... they're incredible.

Mmm, mmm, mmm!

They have food vendors all over the base

instead of replicators.

We've actually found that the absence of replicators

has livened the station's culinary scene.

Looks like the gravity stabilizer's working,

just, you know, in the wrong direction.

Rutherford to Commander Billups.

SB80's got some problems with their grav plating.

Can you help out? Aah! Static.

Yep, this place is charged up.

Don't walk around in your socks.

What was up with that incoherent moaning?

Guess the breakfast burrito didn't sit well.

Looks like I'm on my own.

Well, we still have the old schematics in storage

- that came with the station. - Awesome!

Wait, I thought Billups only ate hot cereals.

Well, he's been working on his pickiness. I'm proud of him.

Proud or concerned for out of character curse behavior?

It was a burrito, and Billups isn't even on SB80.

He's back on the Cerritos.

That's true. All right. Maybe we're okay.

Oof! My, this place

does have a signature stink.

Mmm! All I smell is gel.

Do you hear that?

Is that man dead?

Aah!

Oh.

Howdy.

Y'all must be from the 'Ritos, aren't you?

Sorry, dozed off there.

With all these alarms going off?

Oh, hell, I don't have the tools to reroute their microcircuits.

Don't worry, you'll get used to it.

Hot damn! Y'all got

them really good modern tricorders.

Happy to help. We're looking for the chief engineer.

He has a navigation processor for us.

Oh, hell, that's Jakobowski.

Great guy. Hell of a throwing arm.

Uh-huh. And where is he?

Probably in the arcade.

We don't have any fancy holodecks,

so Chief spends a lot of time there.

Yeah, it's up on, uh, 33.

He'll get you that nav thingy you want.

Wha... We just came down from 33.

Y'all have fun.

All right, Captain,

let's follow this napkin.

Oh, dang gel. I got it, I got it.