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I'm Sylvia Ront, and this
is FNN's continuing coverage

of the destruction
of Pakled Planet.

Starfleet Captain Carol Freeman

stands accused of
orchestrating a devastating attack

on the Pakled capital,

a place they call
"Big Strong City."

The USS Cerritos
remains in spacedock,

impounded for
further investigation;

her crew, on temporary leave

while their
captain stands trial.

- Why would Freeman do this?
- No comment.

- What did you hear?
- I said no comment.

- Please, a little respect.
- Did she hate Pakleds?

Get the out of our way!

And the latest
shocking development,

new surveillance
footage retrieved

from the attack that
appears to place Freeman

on the ground at the
time of the bombing.

In "lighter" news, a swarm
of incandescent verugament

will be illuminating
Earth tomorrow...

Beckett!

Screens can just be
turned off, you know.

I can't take this anymore.

Everyone's acting like
the trial's already over,

when there is no way that
Mom did anything wrong.

Look, you and I both know that,

and plenty of people in
the courtroom know it, too.

You just need to be patient
and trust in the system.

Oh, you mean the same system
that's now putting her on trial?

Oh, yeah, yeah,

I frickin' love the system.

Ah, ah, ah. Hey, hey, hey,
hey, why don't you go out for bit?

We don't get home that often.
You can maybe go for a walk,

breathe some non-recycled air.

Home for you.
I didn't grow up here.

I just meant Earth. It's
rare that you get back here.

Ugh, the longer I'm off a
ship, the more useless I feel.

Like that. Like that
big, dumb red thing.

Beckett, you know that's
the Golden Gate Bridge.

Nobody drives anymore.
Why do you need a bridge?

This planet's wack.

People like the
bridge. I like the bridge.

Ah, Admiral Buenamigo.

Alonzo. I am afraid I'm
the bearer of bad news.

What? What-What's the
news? Oh, hey, Uncle Les.

Beckett. I just received word,

the judge assigned
to Carol's case is, uh...

Mith bin Tong.

What? She's that
"planet's rights" lunatic.

Dad, we got to get
Mom out of this trial.

We got to have
faith in Starfleet.

The truth will come out.

If you won't do something,
then I will.

Wait, wait, wait, no, ah.

I don't know why

you keep breakable objects
in the house anymore.

Neither do I.

Oh, God, vineyard flies.

Ugh. I hate being home.

Dude, are you even listening
to what I'm telling you?

The captain's getting
railroaded, man.

I have to do something
before it's too late.

- Well, count me in.
- Really?

Usually, it takes
way more convincing.

I'll do anything to get
away from these raisins.

It's already gonna
take me a month

to get the smell out of my hair.

Hey, Bradward.

Want to test the
sweetness of my bushel?

Ugh, fine, Genevieve.

Just give it 43 more sun
hours at 21 degrees brix.

Oh, okay.

Uh, when you said your
family had vineyards,

I just assumed it was for wine.

Oh, I wish. No, we
Boimlers dry grapes.

Just dry them and
dry them and dry them

till they're all
shriveled and hopeless

and stuck on Earth forever.

Bradward, all these
varietals are so confusing.

Take me to the privacy
of the pickery shed

and explain them to me.

Come on, Mandolina,
red goes in the red bucket,

white in the white,
you know that.

How do they not
see this is a setup?

We were nowhere near
Pakled Planet when it blew.

I mean, she was saving
another ship, for Kirk's sake.

Okay, we know it doesn't track,

but the ship's
logs got corrupted

by the Laapeerian debris field.

It makes it look like she's
covering something up.

Wait, so they just need
our logs? I have logs.

No. We need the
official senior staff logs,

not, like, what
you had for lunch.

No, no, no. My logs
are crazy detailed.

Every night, I'd
listen to the captain's

and re-record them
for my own reference.

What?

Yeah. The official stardates,

systems, personnel,

it's all in there,
stowed by my bunk.

Oh, my God, Boimler,
wait, that is so nerdy

and so clutch right now.

So, all we have to
do is get your PADDs,

and we clear her name
with some surprise evidence.

Take that, conservative
military court.

But we're grounded.

Plus, we don't even
know where the Cerritos is.

It's in dry dock?

Yeah, but which dry dock?
There's, like, a bajillion.

And, besides, they probably
only kept on a small skeleton crew

of engineers to help
dock it, and that's it.

Engineers?

Rutherford!

Bradward, I'm soaked in juice,

and I need help getting naked.

Just spray off with
the hose, Lianne.

Say "gumbo."

Gumbo!

So, after lunch, where
should we go next?

I mean, should we go back to
the Grand Canyon? Is that crazy?

We could take in a London
Kings game, or... Ooh!

Want to go see
historical Bozeman?

The site of Zefram
Cochrane's first warp flight?

Um, yes, please.

Man, I can't believe you
never visited any Earth stuff

when you were at the Academy.

Oh, I was so focused
on my studies,

I never left San
Francisco. I just...

Man, I can't believe this.

Those prosecutors
are gonna look so stupid

when the captain
gets proved innocent.

I wonder how
Mariner's taking it.

Oh, I'm taking it...

taking it to the limit.

Did you, did you time
your entrance to say that?

- What? No.
- Oh, yeah, she did.

No. I mean, like, only,
like, a few seconds.

It was at least a
minute. I was like,

"Why are we hiding by the door?"

Would you just go
get us some chairs?

Hmm, I don't
know, sneaking into the impound dock

doesn't sound very Starfleet.

Well, neither does throwing
the captain into prison

for a crime she didn't commit.

Okay, well, let's just

go tell the court
about Boimler's logs.

Why, so they can bury them? No.

Something went
down on Pakled Planet,

and they want a Cali-class
captain to take the fall.

The bridge crew are
under constant attack.

It's up to us to do something.

I know where the Cerritos is.

I got a glance at the
orbital coordinates

when we were docking.

It's only 19 digits.

Yes, Ruthy Ruth! There we go.

But the only way
up to that dry dock

is via an encrypted transporter
at a secure compound.

How are we gonna get in?

Geez, don't cry, man.
We'll figure something out.

Nice little kick.

Uh, so we're gonna have to
get past the transporter chief.

I heard he's long-time
Starfleet security.

- He could be intense.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up.

We have to face some
kind of psycho badass?

Look, we've got the numbers
and the element of surprise.

This is for the captain.

Well, ahoy, there.
Come in, come in.

Don't let the door hit
you where the Big Bang

split you.

Yup. Let
me just get over here.

Chief Carlton Dennis
at your service.

You can call me Denny.

So, what brings y'all to my
dusty old transporter pad?

You kids from the Academy?

Uh, yeah, that's
right, we were just, uh,

hoping to learn...
about your transporter.

Say no more. If
there's one thing I've got

in this joint, it's gout.

But also transporters.

Come on, let's give
you the tour. Here we go.

We can't tie this guy up.

He's, like, the sweetest
old man in the world.

I know, I know, but we
have no choice, okay?

- Just distract him for me.
- Whoa!

These transporters are classics.

- Did you restore these?
- Yeah.

I'm a bit of a buffer buff.

Working on these beauties is
what kept me going when my...

when my wife Jane passed.

Guys, I
can't. You got to do it.

No way. He's like my grandpa.

- He's everyone's grandpa.
- Butterscotch?

Sure, yeah, thanks, Denny.

It's so rare
that I get visitors here.

You kids are the real treat.

Yeah, usually people only come
in looking to knock me out and

use my transporter to
beam to a restricted ship.

You wouldn't know
anything about that...

would you?

Aw, there, there,
don't-don't cry. Okay.

I wasn't gonna stun you.

It's all right. You know
what? I'll make some soup.

Look, I don't blame
you one bit for trying to help

your captain. I've
been following her trial.

I don't buy those
charges for a second.

So, can you transport
us up to our ship?

I would, but I can't 'cause
of the damned verugament.

- Veruga-what?
- It's been all over the news.

A big swarm of
glowing space critters

migrating right past Earth.

They create a natural
scattering field that interferes

with the transporter.

I'm afraid all surface-to-space
beaming is down.

What? We can't let
some space bugs stop us.

Sorry, kiddo. The only way
you're getting to that dry dock

is in a ship.

So, we didn't save the captain

and missed a once-in-a-lifetime
trip to historical Bozeman?

Oh, you would've loved Bozeman.

Oh, the reenactors.

Oh, they got this
replica Phoenix ride.

You know, folks can just
take it up into orbit. Ah...

Wait, you can't
transport us to space,

but what about Montana?

ZEFRAM COCHRANE
Hello, explorers,

and welcome to the 21st century.

We hope you enjoy yourself

and make a first
contact with fun.

Ooh, ooh, they're just
like the 21st century.

It's just like
post-World War III.

Oh, my gosh,

there's the Crash-n-Burn Bar

with its famous
one-song jukebox.

Look, there's the ship

that the Vulcans came down in.

Whoa.

C-Can I try that?

I-It would be illogical not to.

Sorry, guys, we came for that.

- Ah. Wow.
- Whoo.

Oh, hi. I'm just finishing
up some repairs,

and you should
finish up any snacks,

as no food or beverages are
allowed inside the Phoenix.

Hey, guys, are we sure
we can even fly this thing?

I mean, you only have to
be 100 centimeters to ride.

Look, a ship's a ship. Once
we're out of the atmosphere,

Rutherford can override
the automation. Right, Ruthy?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yup, you got it.

All right.

- Here we g...
- Okay, oh, boy.

Here we go, Gavin.

You're really doing this, huh?

Oh, crap.

Hey, buddy, um,

you should really get
on a different Phoenix.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
the guy clearly told me,

"Single rider,
ship number five."

I don't want to get in trouble.

Hey, we don't go
past warp one, right?

I'm sorry, I'm just
a little nervous

'cause, you know, I'm
not good with spaceflight.

All right, buckos,

prepare for your trek
amongst the stars.

Oh, before I forget...

Let's rock and roll.

I think we're supposed
to stay seated.

First stage separation complete.

Let's bring what I like to
call "the warp core" online.

Sorry, Mr. Cochrane.

Wh-What are you doing?

W-W-Wow,

would you look at that

beautiful blue marble?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's working.
It's kind of working.

All right.
Inputting dry dock coordinates.

Prepare to make history.

Here we go.

Wh-Wh-What are you doing?

Oh, wow. Whoa.

Thanks
for riding with me, explorers.

Please exit on the right,

and take all your
belongings with you.

Sorry about that, Gav.

Top secret Starfleet
business going on here.

Don't worry, man. I'll
reengage the automation

and get you back down to Earth.

Wait, don't.

This is my ship now.

I'm not Gavin the
botanist anymore.

No, I am Gavin the pilot,

and I am going to
explore the galaxy!

- Hell yeah.
- Respect, man.

Woo-hoo!

This won't be the
last you hear of me.

Okay, all right, it
should be right...

Yes! My copies of
all the captain's logs

going back to stardate 58018.7.

This should be more than enough.

Oh, Boims, I will
never make fun of you

for this kind of stuff again.

Okay, let me see the one
from the day of the bombing.

The Cerritos is en route

to the Laapeerian system
to assist the Archimedes

in a first contact.

Yes! That is exactly what
we need to save Mom.

Oh, and I think I heard
Ransom say my name today.

He might've said,
"Boiler," but still,

name recognition! Oh, my God!

What? What was, what was that?

Oh, yeah, no, I always add

little personal details to
them. Makes them fun.

Got caught sniffing the
captain's chair again.

They're... they're
all like this?

No, no, no, that's
just one or two.

The rest of them
are very professional.

The alien atmosphere
is giving me insane gas.

Got to be better about
hiding my purple hair dye.

Nobody knows my
real hair color is...

An alien bird ate my combadge.

Dropped my tricorder
in the toilet again.

Uh, y-you can just
skip past all that.

I actually woke myself up,
the gas pains were so bad.

I just wish I could fart.

We can't use these.

Don't worry, I don't care
that they're embarrassing.

No, I mean because
they are a joke.

It's a friggin' blooper reel.
No court's gonna accept this.

Oh, my God, I
wasted this whole day.

I can't believe I
thought this was the fix.

Well, hold on, they do have
the date stamps and locations.

Starfleet could
cross-check the information.

Yeah, even if they did, it
would all come down to them

believing the word
of some goofy ensign.

When does that ever work out?

They don't even
believe the captain

because she's California-class.

Hey, come on, they're Starfleet.

If we can't trust them
to do the right thing,

what can we trust in?

Yeah, Mariner,
we have to believe.

Yeah, you guys are right.

All right, let's get
this PADD to Earth

and save the day,
Lower Decks-style.

Hmm.

I got to, I got to check
the port nacelle real quick.

You think we're
dressed okay for court?

I mean, my shirt
could be a little more

asymmetrical...

Wait, wait, what's going
on? Where is she going?

She set us on
auto-navigation. I can't stop it.

She locked us out.

Mariner, what are you doing?

I'm not going back
until I get hard evidence.

Are you stealing the Cerritos?

They say she got a bomb
from Klingons? Bull.

I'm gonna go find those
Klingons and bring them back.

What?
- Do you hear yourself right now?

Look, whatever happens
to me, I'm not gonna

put you guys through that, okay?

Wait, wait, wait! -Mariner!

You don't get it.

She's your captain,
but she's my mom.

This is insane. She's gonna
end up in prison, or worse.

We have to stop her. I don't
care what trouble I get in.

- Same.
- I want the trouble.

Give me the trouble.

If we can't override
the auto-nav,

we're just gonna
have to lean into it.

B-But it's taking us back home.

That's why I redefine what
the shuttle thinks of as "home."

Yes!
You got this, Auto.

Whoo! We're doing
it. We're...

We're-we're coming
in a little fast, aren't we?

Shoot. Auto still thinks
Earth's atmosphere

is here to slow it down. Uh...

Hold on.

Whoa.

We're alive? Cool.

W-Wait, what the
hell are you doing?

I don't want you
getting in trouble.

And we're not gonna let you

put yourself in
danger. Rutherford.

Oh, no, you don't.

You're not thinking straight.

I don't want to hurt you.

Got her.

Hey, stop it!

Um, Gary, do we have the
Cerritos leaving orbit today?

What? No. Cerritos
is in dry dock. Why?

Stop it, stop it.

Why can't you let me do this?

Why are you so good at fighting?

Ow, ow, ow.

There.

Nav controls are
locked. We're stopped.

No. No.

Goddamn it, give
me back the controls.

I need to... I-I need...

I need to...

They put her in handcuffs,

and I-I couldn't do a
damn thing about it.

They could take her away
forever, and I can't stop it,

and I'm just...

I'm just so scared.

Hey,

whatever happens down there,

we're gonna be right beside you.

Yeah, we're in this together.

SECURITY OFFICER USS Cerritos,

this is an unauthorized launch.

What is the nature
of your emergency?

Oh, crap, it's security. What
do we say? What do we say?

This is all my fault, okay?

I'll-I'll say I took
you hostage and...

Wait, look.

It's the verugament.

Oh, man, I
stopped us right in their path.

They're incandescent
extremophiles.

They migrate through space
and feed on microscopic...

They're attacking the ship.

No, look at this sensor.

I-I think they're synthesizing
carbon off the hull,

and it's triggering a
mass reproductive event.

It's an orgy?

Aw, I guess they were in
search of a breeding ground,

and we're it.
So magical.

Cerritos, I repeat,

this is an unauthorized
launch. Please respond.

Quick, open a channel.

- What? What're you gonna say?
- Just do it!

This is Ensign D'Vana Tendi

of the Cerritos. We are
performing a biological survey

of these reproducing organisms.

Uh, we're only
reading four of you.

That's right. Everyone
else is grounded.

This is a rare scientific event.
We must not be interrupted.

Interrupted?
We're coming aboard,

just stay where you are.

Okay, uh,

open the bay doors
and follow me. Come on!

What the hell is
going on in here?

Uh, these endangered
creatures need help

transferring their gametes.

We're facilitating while
we... study them.

Uh, doesn't it hurt? Seems
like a lot of charged tentacles.

Ow. Yeah, no, yeah, it hurts.

But there's no substitute
for first...

firsthand data.

This is... Ow! just
a marvelous... Ow!

Specimen. Ouch!

Okay, I think I've seen
just about enough here.

Are we under arrest?

For what? Helping
these precious creatures?

Of course not.

And let me just say,

I love seeing junior officers

committed to the
pursuit of science.

Yeah, man.

That is us, just
pursuing and doing.

Super. We'll just need
to know the commander

who ordered this mission,
and we'll be on our way.

Uh...

It's not like
you just stole a starship

all on your own.
That'd be bananas.

So, come on, who ordered this?

Uh...

I did. Captain Carol Freeman.

- Mom?
- Thanks, Captain Freeman.

Glad to have you back.

We're clear.

What the...

What are you doing here?
What happened with the trial?

Are you on the run?

The trial's over, Beckett.

It is? How?

While I was sitting in court,

Starfleet was carrying
out a secret investigation

into the Pakled bombing.

Led by Captain Morgan Bateson,

this elite team learned
of a Pakled connection

to a known data fabricator,

whom they discovered had faked

the incriminating footage of me.

They pursued and
captured this forger

inside the Romulan Neutral Zone.

Under some rather
invasive questioning

from Commander
Tuvok, this forger revealed

the true identity
of the bombers,

the Pakleds themselves.

- What?
- It was a huge reveal.

Turns out that their plan was
to blow up their own capital

and frame me to
force the Federation

into relocating them to a
more resource-rich planet.

So, it was a classic Pakled
Samaritan Snare writ large,

and it would have worked,

if not for Starfleet's best

believing in one of their own.

Holy...

Can we hear that again, please?

Wow. Wow.

Starfleet really came
through. Who'd have thought?

Me, Beckett.

I told you from the start
to trust in the system.

I said it this morning.

I bet your friends
told you just as much.

Um... they might've
said... I mean, whatever,

all that matters is
you're free, right, Mom?

All's well that, you
know, turns out fine.

Oh, no, no, no, no, missy.

Do you realize I
was out of court

for less than an hour

before I learn that my own

daughter has stolen my
ship from a military impound?!

You three, go start cleaning

- whatever the hell this is.
- Uh, well, they're a type of

incandescent extremoph... Mm...

Yes, Captain.
Right away, Captain.

And you?

You're with me.

I blame myself.

For wearing out that
carpet? Yeah, agreed.

Beckett, come on.

You see? You see, 'Zo?

Even now, she
thinks she can just say

and do whatever she
wants with no repercussions.

'Cause you know what? She could.

This whole time, we
have covered for her

and excused her, and now,
we are reaping what we sowed.

Well, what do you want me
to say? I was trying to help.

And I love you for that, I do.

Honey, you have
so much potential,

but if you're ever going
to amount to anything,

it won't be because you
saw me as an authority.

And we know how
often you listen to me.

Ugh, here we go,
I'm being, what,

demoted and transferred again?

Where would you go?

The Cerritos is still
your last chance.

But I can't be the
one to rein you in.

As your mother, I could
never kick you out of Starfleet.

However,

I know someone who isn't
burdened by family ties.

Come.

No.

Not him, not him.

- No, no, no.
- Ensign Beckett Mariner,

I'm giving your full
and final oversight

to Commander Ransom.

If you do in fact want
to remain in Starfleet,

it's going to be his call.

Thank you, Captain.

As far as you're
concerned, Mariner,

I'm your mama now.

Ah, you know, even
covered in alien sploof,

there's no place I'd rather be.

Yeah. Home, sticky home.

Oh, hey, turn on FNN.

Let's see if they're
talking about the trial.

We'll talk to the little boy

who solved Fermat's
last theorem.

But first, a daring rescue
near the moons of Jupiter,

as a malfunctioning
theme park ride

leaves one young man traumatized.

No, no, let me go!
I'm Captain Gavin.

I am on a trek
amongst the stars!

Chirp.

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