[dramatic music]
* *
- Captain's log, stardate... I don't know.
[sighs] Janeway thinks we're cadets.
she told me to log whatever my crew has been up to,
but there's not much to report.
Since we almost flew directly into a dying star,
Janeway thought it might be nice to teach us some basics
on how to pilot a starship.
- Huh? Uh...
[dramatic music]
- And she taught us the wonders of autopilot.
- No! Bad Murf!
You do not do that in the bridge!
- She also trained us how to plot a course
to avoid anything that might try to hurt us...
like Our Diviner,
Who's probably not pleased we took his daughter.
The more distance we put between us and Tars Lamora,
the better.
But big picture, as long as our course
is set to avoid any trouble, we shouldn't have any.
[chuckles] Right?
[alarm blaring]
- Proximity alert. - Huh?
- Janeway, enough with the alarm.
What's going on?
- Has the Diviner found us? Oh, we're dead.
- I don't have any record of a Diviner,
but for the time being, we're fine.
Our sensors have discovered this uncharted M-Class planet
in the Hirogen System.
We should check it out.
- M-Class? Ugh, not for my crew.
We all deserve A-Class planets.
- Actually, M-Class planets are suitable for life.
Readings suggest this one is rich in some kind
of cilium-like vegetation
with elevated thoron emissions,
though no sentient life-forms.
It's protocol for Federation ships to explore new worlds
and document their findings.
And since you are cadets--
- We get to go there and explore it?
- Ah, finally! A break from you dum-dums!
- Wow, wow, wow!
Does this mean we can get off the ship, Dal?
- Sure, it might be nice to stay somewhere awhile.
Catch some rays, take a cool dip.
[all cheering]
Oh, and let Our Diviner catch us.
No. We're not going.
And there's nothing any of you can say to talk me into it.
- Then I will be forced
to report your noncompliance to Starfleet.
- Know what? Good point.
No need to get the adults involved.
We'll go. Let's just make it snappy.
[all cheering]
- Our first away mission!
* *
- Ooh. Whoa.
* *
- It's so green.
- Janeway, uh, taught you how to land this thing, right?
- I'm trying to concentrate. Would you be quieter?
Oh!
* *
[gasps] Whoa.
* *
Perfect.
- Sorry, it's a short stop,
but we can't let you get out again.
- That oughta hold you, this time.
- Whatever happened to "under different circumstances,
we could've been friends?"
- I'll bring you back a souvenir.
- These are your tricorders, useful for data sensing,
analyzing, and recording your findings.
I've enabled them to track locations.
- Ooh. - Wow.
[laughs]
- Interesting.
Mine has already detected a gas sample.
- [laughs] Guilty.
- Ah, the joys of being non-corporeal.
* *
- Is this some sort of disruptor?
- A Federation Type 1 Phaser,
only to be used in an emergency.
- [laughs] [both mimicking Phaser firing]
- But it'd be helpful
if they were pointed in the right direction.
- [groans] - Oh, wow.
- Don't worry, that's why the defaults are set to stun.
- [gasps] And what is that?
- The "RUNAWAY."
Accelerated ion propulsion, Tritanium chassis,
Holosteering, and my favorite,
hold-on-to-your-butts grab handles.
- Aren't you glad I ordered us off the ship?
- Wow. Oh, is that leather?
- Check it out, impulse steering.
- There's only four seats. You're not coming?
- I wish I could,
but holograms can't leave the ship.
Don't feel bad. Murf will keep me company.
- [chirps]
- Now go.
Explore, collect your samples, and meet back in an hour.
But more importantly...
- Oh, finally. - We'll be back.
- [laughs] Jankom goes first!
- Look out for each other.
* *
- Whoa.
- Wow.
- If I had a breath, it would be taken away.
- Thought this place was supposed to be beautiful.
- Janeway said it's safe to breathe.
- It's an alien world where who knows what could happen?
Jankom says the suit stays on.
- Fascinating.
There are no nutrients in the soil
but such an abundance of flora.
Dal, how could this be? Dal?
- Whoa!
- Yeah! - What are you doing?
- You guys get samples! Meet you back at the ship!
- That is not very practical. - Dal! Dal!
- But I thought we were going on an adventure together.
Guys? Guys?
[indistinct chatter]
- Jankom Pog is hungry.
- Ooh. Pretty.
* *
- [chirping]
- You're smarter than you look.
- [belches]
- Maybe not.
* *
- [gasps]
- Eat up, Murf.
We're gonna have some fun.
[dramatic music]
* *
- Stop. Whatever you're planning to do--
I'm starting to think
you weren't just locked up for space flu.
If you think you're going to fly out of here,
I want you to know you've already been
locked out of all ship controls and--
[power whirs]
Wait. How did you--
- All this time, my father taught me starship mechanics,
astrophysics, linguistics, information technology,
and I never questioned why.
He was preparing me for this ship.
- Janeway to Captain R'El, your prisoner is loose
and trying to steal the Protostar.
Captain.
Captain, do you read me? - Whoa.
- I can't let you take the ship.
- I am reclaiming it for my father.
- This starship belongs to the United Federation of--
* *
Which you now have full command access to.
How can I be of service?
- Send a message.
* *
- Young progeny, we have been looking for you.
- I'm in the Hirogen Star System.
I need to talk to Our Diviner.
I have control of the Protostar.
[device beeping]
- [gasps] How curious.
* *
[gasps] Even more curious.
* *
- [grunting]
* *
[groans]
Huh? [sniffing]
Ah, ah. That smell.
Oh, can't be.
[panting]
Huh?
Janeway said no one lived here.
[sniffs, laughs]
Jankom Pog can't wait to tell her she's wrong.
* *
Uh, hello!
[liquid bubbling]
[sniffs] Oh!
Just like the stew on the Tellar Sleeper Ship.
Ah, ah.
One bite can't hurt, right?
[device beeping]
- Ooh, a life-form. [giggles]
Oops. Just me.
* *
That's weird.
Still says there's only one of us here.
Don't be scared, little guy. I won't hurt you.
Hmm?
[playful music]
- [purring]
- You're not scared.
You wanna play, don't you?
[gasps] Oh, my gosh!
Coochie-coo, you're adorable!
[laughs]
Stop it! [laughs]
[dramatic music]
* *
- [gasps] Most curious of all.
The engine of our ship.
What is it doing down here?
* *
- Whoo-hoo!
[laughs]
* *
Hello?
It can't be.
Hello!
- You yearn to see your parents,
yet you don't remember what they looked like.
Can you believe this place?
I could stay here forever. Couldn't you?
- Janeway said she can't leave the ship.
- [laughs]
You're too smart for your own good.
- If you're not Janeway, then who are you?
- Consider me a representative.
- I was told there's no intelligent life here.
- Life is everywhere.
We have the ability to see what you want
and give it to you.
We also sense your fear.
You can stop running.
The Diviner won't find you here.
We can protect you.
But you have to stay.
- Thanks, weird lady.
Sounds like a sweet offer.
- Stay.
Stay.
- [panting]
- Stay! - [screams]
* *
[gasps]
Janeway!
Dal to Zero.
We have got to get off this planet pronto.
Do you--
- The ship is prepared for takeoff,
but as your training advisor, I must remind you,
a Starfleet officer never abandons her crew.
- They're not my crew.
Computer, initiate liftoff. Full thrusters.
* *
Computer, stand by to retract landing gear.
[shouts]
What was that? Report.
- The landing struts are obstructed.
* *
- Oh, you are a mystery.
What does it mean?
* *
- Rok! Jankom! Can anyone hear me?
[device beeping]
I hope that's one of us.
* *
[shouts] Got you.
[sighs]
- Dal? What happened? How did you--
[shrieks] - Time to go.
Hold-on-to-your-butt grab handles!
* *
- The maze, it's sealing us in!
This planet is remarkable!
It acts as one superorganism,
luring and consuming its prey for nutrients.
- You mean it wants to eat us. - Eat us?
It shows us what we want by fabricating our desires
onto its cilium.
It's quite wondrous!
- It's also trying to eat us.
Hold on.
* *
- Rok should be just over this hill.
[dramatic music]
[faint laughter]
I can hear her. She's laughing.
- [giggles] Stop it.
[giggles]
- Rok! Rok!
Wake up!
- Aren't they cute?
[giggles] Their kisses are so wet!
- Wake up! - Coochie-coo.
[giggles] You're adorable. I love you.
Mm! Huh?
[groaning]
* *
Where'd they go?
They liked me.
- They were not real.
- I don't like this place.
I wanna go back to the ship.
- Not without Jankom.
* *
- [grunting]
What?
But--but-- but it tasted so real!
- The spores we came into contact with
clouded our minds and senses.
- Hold on!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why was Jankom rescued last?
* *
- My progeny.
* *
- How did you get here so fast?
- I was impatient to see you.
- You're out of your chamber.
- Would you deny me the joy of seeing you alive and well?
- I'm sorry. I meant...
I am pleased, Our Diviner.
We should go.
- Let us remain here for a moment longer.
- But the others are coming.
I've given you your ship.
- You've done well, my progeny.
My Gwyndala, I am proud of you.
* *
- You are not my father.
* *
- Stay!
Stay!
* *
- There it is! The Protostar!
- Janeway, if you can hear me,
prep the Protostar for takeoff!
* *
Great! We're coming in hot.
No! No! No, not that hot!
I said prep the Protostar, not fly away!
* *
- Come on, Gwyn, you can do this.
- The nacelles are entangled.
Cilia has infiltrated the ventral superstructure.
Command-and-control systems are offline.
- All systems are critical. Prepare to abandon ship.
- I do not accept! My father needs this ship.
- You can't break free.
This ship is going down,
and if you don't find a way off,
you're going down with it.
Get out of here!
- All systems are critical. Prepare to abandon ship.
* *
Ten seconds to emergency engine shutdown.
- The shuttlecraft.
- Nine, eight...
- [grunts]
- Seven, six...
- [whimpering]
- Five, four.
* *
[both gasp]
* *
- [grunts] - Gwyn!
- [panting]
You stranded us all.
- [whimpering]
* *