Star Trek: Prodigy

I'm hopeless.

My memories, will they ever come back?

I can't even remember my daughter's name.

- You've come so far. - Don't give up now.

There's no obstacle that can stop you.

No barrier I cannot overcome.

- You remember something. -

I see our guest is up and running.

- Any progress to report? -

I wish there were.

I wish I could repay you.

Help you find the answers you're looking for.

Don't worry, we have a new lead.

An eye witness who survived the attack

on a Federation relay station.

I assure you, we will find your daughter.

- My progeny. - Her name in Gwyndala.

Captain's log, Stardate 61302.7.

Here's the deal:

we want to go to Starfleet, but our ship has a weapon

that will turn them against each other,

so the plan is to stash it.

Keep the weapon safe and out of harm's way

while we hitch a ride to warn Starfleet.

- As for Murf... -

Turns out he's going through changes of his own.

- Are you okay in there, Murf? -

I hate to disturb you,

but we need to take a little field trip.

- - Aw.

I do not like to say goodbye.

Me neither.

Instead, let's say see you soon.

We'll be back when we have this all sorted out.

Are you sure you won't be lonely?

Whether you're gone for three days or three years,

with my systems shut down, it'll go by in a nanosecond.

When Murf hatches, tell him I expect big things from him.

- -

If you get into a pinch, look up the real Janeway.

I'm sure she'll find you as promising as I do.

Thanks, Janeway, for everything.

Computer, initiate sleep mode.

We're really leaving the ship behind?

Come on.

- - Don't worry.

Janeway will be okay.

But Jankom won't be.

Tellarite royalty can't travel on anything short of Warp Five.

Those are dark nimbostratus clouds.

We better get a move on so we don't get stuck in that storm.

What are you, a meteorologist now?

Maybe I am.

Denaxi Depot.

Only major transportation hub in this sector.

A haven for smugglers and anyone wishing to disappear.

- - We should fit right in.

This isn't a depot, it's a junkyard.

We just need a ship that can get us

to the nearest Federation starbase.

A lady doth need transport?

Captain Okona at your service.

Tell me, colorful gang,

what goods do you have to trade for passage?

- - We can do better than this guy.

- Hold on. - How fast is that thing?

This baby goes all the way up to Warp Four.

Did he say four?

Aw! He thinks his ship is fast.

She'll take you anywhere you want to go

for a few kilograms of deuterium.

Huh.

He drives a hard bargain, but he is desperate.

I don't usually negotiate with mind readers, but fine.

Emergency alert. No one move.

Hands up, Okona.

Is talking a crime now?

No, but smuggling illegal contraband is.

Mm, those aren't mine.

Just holding them for a friend.

Okay.

- Are you with him? - No. Just leaving.

- - Emergency alert.

All vessels are grounded

until further notice due to blizzard.

- Blizzard? -

You said we had time, miss meteorologist.

It's not an exact science.

Let's split up and cover more ground to catch a ride,

but be careful.

I have no idea who we're gonna run into.

I was barely able to slip away in my escape pod

before the savages destroyed the entire station.

Luckily, I was picked up by a friendly Orion crew.

Barniss Frex is here.

He isn't answering his communicator.

Some Starfleet officer.

Commander Tysess, Doctor Noum, Ensign Asencia,

split up and find our eye witness.

If he has answers, I want them.

Excuse me, can I ask you for a ride?

Pardon, can I ask you for a ride?

Mister--

Ooh, pardon, can I ask you-- I was looking for a ship--

- - Hey, bub!

Don't judge me because I'm big!

- Anybody got a ship? - VIP looking for a ride here.

Preferably Warp Nine.

Would take Warp Eight, but nothing below.

Looking for a ship--oh!

Excuse me! Jankom was walking here!

Wandering aimlessly could hardly be considered walking.

- - Jankom Pog is so excited

to be meeting a fellow Tellarite!

Consider me underwhelmed.

I consider you under-something.

- Under-sized pauper. - Hey! You're Starfleet?

Pog needs to tell you--

Pauper?

We Tellarites are practically royalty.

- Royalty? -

Pog's a name we reserve for runts.

Short in size and vocabulary.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I am on official business.

Jankom is not a runt.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't see you there, little guy.

- Oh, did you lose your mommy? -

- -

Who are you to speak to me in the Klingon tongue?

My friends and I need a ride

to the nearest Federation starbase.

Can you help us?

What do you have to offer me?

Hmm.

This isn't for trade.

Maybe I'll just take it.

Leave her.

Starfleet.

Thank you, officer.

More like Ensign. Asencia.

Gwyn.

Gwyndala?

Do I know you?

No, but I know you father.

- He's on our ship. -

I'm sorry. I think you have me mistaken.

No, he's been looking for you.

I know you're in trouble,

but you must tell me where the "Protostar" is.

I have to go.

Wait.

Oh.

Huh? Uh--

- Janeway to Away Team. - Status report.

Captain Janeway?

I prefer Vice Admiral Janeway.

Is there something I can help you with?

- - Can I help you?

I, uh--

Didn't expect--I was on my way to--what's it called?

I, uh--

Try stringing a few words together

and we'll start from there.

Uh...

have you ever wanted something so bad,

but you're afraid if you say the wrong thing,

you'd mess it up?

Often.

But fear of failure has killed more dreams

than anything else, so I usually go for it.

I should've known you'd say that.

You want to enlist in Starfleet.

Yes!

- But-- - No buts.

In Starfleet, you make it so.

What if it's a big but?

Admiral.

- Barniss Frex. - Ah, our eyewitness.

If you'll excuse us.

If we could discuss my transfer--

Time is of the essence and I have none to spare.

Tell me, did you see who destroyed your relay station?

- There were six of them. - Ruthless savages.