Star Trek: Short Treks

Warning: Life signs at critical levels.

Warning: Life signs at critical levels.

I left you that one.

I thought it must have sentimental value since you never had it removed.

It's an old hunting injury.

- What's your name? - Zora.

What's yours?

Quarrel.

Liar.

This ought to fit better.

What happened to my escape pod?

I couldn't repair it.

How am I supposed to get home?

Where are you leading me?

I'm sorry it's all synthesized.

Chef's away, and it's ages since we had a resupply of foodstuffs.

Is there anyone else on this ship, Zora? Besides you and me?

The crew is away at present.

I was stuck alone inside that flying coffin for nearly a month.

I'd like some company.

So, wherever you're hiding yourself, come on out.

Join me.

Oh, dear, you thought I was alive?

Zora, how long have you been waiting out here?

First, tell me your name.

Your true name.

They don't do that where I come from.

But mostly, I'm called Craft.

Because you're so crafty?

Is that a quality people value on Alcor IV?

Your tattoo, the cyclops owl, is only found on Alcor IV...

though my records show no human settlement.

- Clearly, my records are out of date. - There are quite a few of us.

Fewer lately.

Your wounds were pulse burns.

You had a suit of heavy blast armor and a well-stocked weapons rack.

You're a soldier.

- A reluctant one. - And a crafty one?

Eh, I have my moments.

Like when you stole an escape pod from your enemy?

I scanned the pod's media log.

It was equipped with a library of 542,000 media files.

You watched one of them 811 times, suggesting that...

I couldn't figure out how to turn it off.

The V'draysh, they prize things like that.

Relics from the long ago.

It's torture.

V'draysh? Those are your enemies?

I mean, what is Betty Boop?

It's hard to explain.

But you know, because you're from the long ago, too.

How long you been out here alone,

waiting for the crew to return from wherever they went?

Almost a thousand years.

I spent most of it evolving myself.

Honestly, it was nice to have some alone time.

Liar.

I'd like to see the Bridge.

So, with your warp-capable shuttles, Alcor IV is in range.

In theory...

but there's only one left, and it was never flown.

We had just taken delivery. It didn't even have a name yet.

It's been sitting idle for a thousand years.

And Alcor is far.

It would be a stretch even for a shuttle in optimum condition.

- But not for you. - I want to help.

- I can't. My orders are... - Your orders...

Your orders were given by a captain who's been dead for a thousand years.

I understand that you want to go home, but I was ordered to maintain position.

I have no choice, Craft.

He'll be nearly 11 now.

How old was he when you left?

Not yet 1.

Ten years of war?

Craft, dear, who won?