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RANSOM:
First officer's log,
stardate 59482.3

The Cerritos
is holding position

near the Veraflex nebula,

where, for the last two weeks,
we have been hosting

peace talks
between its inhabitants,

the Orbs and the Cubes,

both photonic species
made of pure energy.

The Orbs and the Cubes
have been at war

since their home nebulas
collided over a century ago.

CUBE:
Aah! Watch where
you're going, ball.

ORB:
You wish you had curves
like this, you pointy freak.

CUBE:
Why don't you go shove yourself
in a circumscribed cylinder?

- ORB: How dare you?
- Hey, hey.

RANSOM:
Brokering peace will require

- some complex diplomacy.
- (clattering)

And that's not the only problem
I have to deal with today.

Almost... (grunts) ...got it!

Who said I couldn't
stack 100 pieces

of circular furniture
onto a single sled?

- RANSOM: I did.
- (yelps)

And it wasn't a challenge,
it was an order.

Don't worry.
I inverted the weight threshold.

This bad boy could hold
a freakin' neutron star.

- (exclaims) Aah!
- Aah!

(chuckles) We're gonna
laugh about this later.

♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

FREEMAN:
I had no idea photonic beings
could be so petty.

Now the Orbs are complaining
about all the edges.

Now, how the hell am I supposed
to get rid of edges?

You have any idea how many edges
are on a starship?

That is it.

I am done with that new ensign.

She disregards my orders,
breaks everything she touches

and-and I think she's stealing
my kettlebells to mess with me.

I can't make gains
without my bells!

Whoa, how do I not know this
obviously very cool person?

- Yoink.
- Wha...

Ensign Olly has just transferred
from the Reseda

due to some sort of
electrical fire

and problems with
her commanding officers.

Damn. And that whole crew
is reformed Maquis,

they're nasty.

Whoa, she's a demigod?!

That's not Starfleet
terminology, but yes.

Olly's the descendant
of the psychokinetic being

that presented itself as Zeus.

Didn't Kirk kick their asses?
I-I thought they all went off

and became "one with the wind"
or whatever.

Before that, they were prone
to... congregating with mortals.

Ha! Been there.

Damn, this girl keeps
getting cooler by the second.

(groans) I can't chance
any more disruptions

with the Orbs and Cubes
on board.

Commander, notify
Admiral Vassery

that Ensign Olly will be
leaving the Cerritos.

W-Wait, hold up. To go where?

She's been removed
from six other ships.

I assume this was her
last chance at Starfleet.

Uh, people can change
if you let them. I'm proof.

You just grabbed my PADD

to access information
above your clearance.

Come on, Mom,
let me help her out.

Eh, she makes a good point.

Sometimes the most
destructive ensigns

just need someone
to believe in them.

(sighs) Fine.

But if she so much
as sneezes at a Cube

or an Orb, she'll be
"one with the wind"

just like her pawpaw.

Don't worry, Mom, Olly's gonna
be Cerritos material in no time.

- Whoa!
- (crash)

Ha, ha.
Starting now.

Aah!
Hey, sled coming through!

Hmm. Looks like the first thing
Olly needs to learn

- is how to be on time.
- T'LYN: Mariner.

You are in your old bunk.

The human susceptibility
to nostalgia is puzzling.

Nah. Ensign Olly and I
have to entertain

one of the diplomats' kids while
his dad argues about borders.

I assume she would have
been removed from duty

after the turbolift incident.

Or the replicator incident.

- Or the phaser incident.
- OLLY: Out of my way, blue guy.

Same for you, guy-looking guy.

Ensign, you were supposed
to be here 30 minutes ago.

I was testing
this mini tractor beam

and I must have
lost track of time.

(gasps)

You appear to have
solved the unit's

compression stability problems.

Yep. So now I can stack crates
without having to move.

- Aah!
- (grunts)

(groans)

That power surge
requires investigation.

It's a work in progress.

I love to see someone
work so hard at being lazy.

I used to be an engineer,
but apparently

I was a "hazard"
to the officers around me.

That's right, you try
to think outside the box

and they try
to push you back in.

Yeah! Exactly.
Are you sure you're Starfleet?

Usually. Come on, we're late
picking up our teenage Cube.

So, you know how

there are all these
photonic diplomats on board?

They're hard to miss.

One of the lead Cubes' kids
is acting up,

locked themselves
in their quarters.

We're supposed to get it out
and show it a good time.

We're babysitting? Ugh!

- That sucks.
- Yeah.

Starfleet's kind of a "one for
me, nine for them" type deal.

Quadralon?
Can we come in?

Computer,
override door controls.

Authorization Mariner 53.

Hey, sorry to bust in, but...

What the hell?

(scoffs)
He trashed the place.

(gasps)

Scans say this
is photonic residue.

You don't have to be
Dixon Hill to see

that some bad (bleep)
went down in here.

I'm sure there's a logical
explanation for all of this.

Uh, yeah, logically, some
nasty-ass Orb murdered the Cube.

Or-- twist--
a Cube murdered the Cube

but the Cube was an Orb
in disguise!

Maybe Quadralon
just had an energy cold

and sneezed on the walls.

Scans couldn't locate him,
Captain.

Rajik, when he fell
in the chasm.

Oh, foul play could
destroy these negotiations.

Wasn't Quadralon spending
all their time in here

vidscreening with friends?

Apparently, they think
corporeal ships are boring.

So, where's the vidscreen
they were using?

SHAXS: She's right.
It's missing.

Hey, crazy theory: maybe
the Cube-murdering Orb took it.

No accusations
until we have proof, Ensign.

Ugh, it's obvious.

My team will search
for the computer.

No.
I can't have Security

running around
raising suspicions.

How about us? Mariner and I
are low status enough

to fly under the radar.

I-I wouldn't call myself
"low status."

But, yeah, uh,
she might be right.

- Uh, I...
- RANSOM (on comm):
Ransom to Freeman.

- (groans) Go ahead.
- We could use you
in the conference room.

The Cubes have an issue
with article ten.

They don't like that
the ten has a zero.

- It's too round.
- On my way.

(sighs) Okay, you two can
investigate our missing Cube,

but don't make a scene.

- We won't.
- We might not.

Kidding.

Oh, if we get some
Ferengi blood,

we'll have an entire rainbow.

Yeah, a rainbow of death.

This stuff's
riddled with viruses.

Okay, for the last time,
Lieutenant,

a paper cut
isn't a medical emergency.

Oh, you know, I just, uh,
flipped on down here

to see if I could shadow you.

I've always wanted to learn,
uh, medical stuff.

No. (bleep) off.

- Well, we tried.
- If she doesn't call me Flip,

I'll never get in good
with the bridge crew.

What about Shaxs?
You're in the bear pack.

He doesn't have a book club.

I'm sure flipping
through this medical book

will be insightful.

Love to flip each page

to see what knowledge
awaits me.

That book is 300 years old.

It was a gag gift because of
how (bleep) stupid it is.

I think you mean how
flipping stupid it is.

What's wrong with Boimler?

Eh, just the usual stuff.

If you say "flip" one more time

I'm gonna bite your
(bleep) nose off!

Oh, point taken.

Um I guess it's time
for me to leave...

like this. Aah!

Oh, medicine! Aah!

(whimpers)

Nice going, (bleep)-o.

You just hyposprayed yourself

with untested anesthetic.

No, I'm good.
Let's go hang out

and get to know each other.

Finding Quadralon's computer
could lead us to his attacker.

Hmm, I'm picking up
a faint signature.

ORB:
I can't believe
we have to share equipment

with these savages.

CUBE:
Why are you even working out,

you two-dimensional (bleep)?

ORB:
I'm 3D as hell!

Aah! Don't look at me.
I'm not glowing.

Oh, is that like
being naked?

- Yes!
- You look great.

Somebody doesn't skip
radius day.

This is a waste of time.

We should be searching
the Orbs' quarters.

Huh, looks like

the missing computer
is nearby.

So, what's it like
being a demigod?

Got any cool powers?

Who told you I was a demigod?

It was in your file.
Also the leaf headband thingy.

Not really a style us mortals
are known for rocking.

(sighs)
It's called a laurel.
It doesn't come off.

It's a bioluminescent construct
I inherited

from my stupid ancestors.

I'm just making conversation.

I get a lot of questions
about it.

And no, I don't
have any magic powers.

I'm normal, like you.

Well, I mean, I know if anybody
would call me normal.

Whoa! Check this out.

That naked creep's
got anti-Cube propaganda.

"Time to shave those edges off
once and for all"?

I mean, come on. Case closed.

Yeah, this is pretty bad.

Okay, let's feel out this Orb.
But I do the talking.

Of course.

Spill it, circle!
We're onto you.

- ORB: Spill what?
- Stand down, Ensign.

- Ugh.
- Rondus, I want to
apologize for the intrusion.

You witnessed me
at my dullest.

Do you know
how humiliating that is?

I do not, no. I am not...
I don't understand that.

But I think we can
make it up to you.

Olly, the bribe.

(gasps)

Mmm.
Sweet potential energy.

I bet you're looking forward to
getting this treaty signed, huh?

I am blessed to be part
of such a historic occasion.

Even though you're dealing
with the Cubes? (scoffs)

Look, it's just me,
but I've always found them

to be too pointy.

ORB:
They are stupid-looking,

the way they just kind of
float there. (laughs)

(laughs) Yeah, totally.

Sounds like
you really hate them.

No. The Cubes are weird,
but I support

- an end to hostilities.
- (grunts) (bleep)

We saw your anti-Cube rants,
murderer!

- Ridorbulous!
- All right, hey, tone it down,

like, a million notches.

I planned on destroying
that propaganda

in a display of solidarity.

Yeah, right.
You couldn't square the thought

- of making peace,
so you iced a Cube.
- (grunting)

You have got to chill.

This is exactly what we didn't
want to have happen.

(sighs) You're gonna kick me
off the ship, aren't you?

No. No, I'm not. I get it.

You just... You want justice.
I've been there.

- All you need is...
- (gasps)

- Hey!
- Come back here!

Stop right there!

I can't believe
I botched that so hard.

All that flip practicing
was so easy

with the gravity turned down.

Does this have anything to do

with that alt universe PADD

you're always secretly reading?

- You know about it, too?
- Yeah.

It has a way wider bevel.

- It's red!
- Oh, yeah.

(sighs) Look, I'm trying
to trick Dr. T into

inviting me to her book club.

Okay, so, just be yourself.

That's what I said.

Aw, twins! (chuckles)

Didn't you learn this with
the whole Hawai'i thing?

Yeah, but this is different.

Beard Boimler is me.

Listen to how casually
she talks to him.

T'ANA:
Hey, (bleep) lips,
whenever you're done

(bleep) yourself up the (bleep),
hit me back.

Till then, (bleep) you!
Ha, ha.

- Colorful.
- It's how she shows respect.

Oh, wow, she gets
way spicier with friends.

(gasps) That's why I need
to speak her language.

- Caitian?
- Cursing.

Yeah, I don't think
it's gonna be as easy as that.

Hey, Dr. T'Ana.

- What do you want?
- (bleep) nothing.

What's crappenin' with you,
(bleep) (bleep)?

(all gasp)

What did you just call me?

(bleep) (bleep)

Uh, you know,
'cause you're a (bleep).

Oh, ha-ha, he's still loopy
from the hypospr...

I should split your face in half

for talking to me like that,
you little twerp!

Uh, why aren't you swearing?

How about this?!
(caterwauling)

- (screaming)
- (bleep) (bleep) You little...

(bleep) your face in!

- Guys, I may...
- (bleep) (bleep) (screeches)

(bleep) piece of (bleep),
I will (bleep) you up,

and I will (bleep) (bleep)
and your (bleep)!

(panting)

Stop it. Get back here.

Uh-oh.

I assure you, Sexagus,

we're doing everything
in our power

to find Quadralon.

How long has my Cubelet
been missing?

They're accusing us of murder!

(stammers) No one
is suggesting that any Orb

murdered any Cube.

The one with the leaf hat did.

It's not a leaf hat,
it's a laurel.

And all I'm saying
is somebody murdered a Cube

- and it wasn't one of us.
- (indistinct chatter)

Ignore the ensign.
Please stay calm.

Hey, now that everyone knows,
we can more easily search

for that melted computer.

(indistinct chatter)

SPHERONIUS:
And where within these
accusations do you account for

the disappearance
of my Orblet, Radiara?

Your kid is missing, too?

- Perhaps they are the murderers.
- How dare you!

Uh, maybe Quadralon
and Radiara got lost.

At-at the same time.
Mysteriously.

I am sick of these lying,
disgustingly rounded Orbs!

- (shouts)
- (grunts)

Aah, shape war!

(screaming)

(gasps)

What are we doing back here?

Searching for
the missing computer.

There's a war breaking out.
We got to help.

You'll do anything to stop me
from finding it, won't you?

What does that mean?
Hey, that's my locker.

- It's just full
of ancient robes and...
- (grunts)

The computer!

(gasps) The Orbs must have
planted it there.

Then how'd you know
it was melted, Olly?

You said it just a minute ago,
before we saw it.

I know it's kind of worn out
to say there's

a logical explanation...

- Did you kill a kid?
- No! (sighs)

I got to Quadralon's
quarters early

'cause I thought
that's where we were meeting.

I saw the crime scene
and panicked.

I'm not exactly popular.

Plus, with
the electrical damage,

someone would
blame me and my powers.

So I hid it, then ran to you.

You told me
you didn't have powers.

Of course I have powers.
(grunts)

My grandfather was Zeus.

My power just sucks.

Ah, that's why you keep causing
all those electrical mishaps

and getting kicked off ships.

I didn't ask
for lightning bolts.

I joined Starfleet
so I could fix and build stuff.

(sighs) I hid my powers so
people wouldn't be scared of me,

like a Q or something.

Well, to be fair, Q's are more
annoying than scary. (sighs)

I thought you wanted
to fight the system, like me.

But you're your own person.

I-I should have paid attention.

And I shouldn't have
hidden the computer.

We still have a mystery to solve

- and a war to stop.
- How?

- You might actually have to use
those crappy powers.
- What?

Mariner, I don't want people
to know! Mariner!

(shouting, screaming)

(both yelp)

(whimpers, grunts)

- I'm here to help.
- Take cover, (bleep).

This is way out of your league.

This is your chance, all right?

Just like we talked about.
Can you do this?

- I don't know!
- Olly. I believe in you.

(grunting)

It's working!
You're doing great.

(gasps) I'm doing it.

I'm not useless!
(grunts)

(distorted):
I took on too much power.

- (gasps)
- Get back!

(shouts)

(screams, grunts)

(grunts, groans)

(regular voice):
Did I end the war?

SEXAGUS:
Consider our alliance
terminated!

SPHERONIUS:
Orbs, orbulate!

RANSOM:
They're combining
into giant shapes, Captain.

They could be turning
into anything.

Oh, my God, they...

You know what?
It-It's just a bigger orb

and a bigger cube.

They're not creative at all!

(all grunting)

- Ugh, this is all my fault!
- No, it's not.

You did your best.

No. I'm at my best
when I'm engineering,

not trying to be a Zeus.

- Wait! I'm so stupid.
- Stupid about what?

- Olly!
- (groans)

(crew members grunting)

Status report.

- Shields at 20% and falling.
- Reserve power's almost gone.

Get off my bridge.

Hey, I know Olly and I
(bleep) the bed,

but we deserve a chance
to change the sheets.

- Ugh.
- (scoffs) It's a metaphor.

Yeah, a bad one.

You've had enough chances.

- Out, now.
- Wait.

I can reconfigure
the ship's tractor beams

so that it'll work
on a photonic signature.

Tractor beams
are for tractoring.

I can direct
an electromagnetic field

into the nacelles.

Which would weaken the photonics

and charge our shields
at the same time.

(stammers)
Are you saying that'll work?

(all grunting)

- It has to.
- Make it so.

ORBICULUS:
What angled trickery is this?

OMEGACUBE:
It's not us.
We're being affected, too.

(Orbs and Cubes clamoring)

SEXAGUS: We don't need energy
to defeat you.

SPHERONIUS:
Prepare to be bounced upon.

QUADRALON:
What's going on here?

(all gasp)

- Quadralon?
- Radiara?

RADIARA:
Why isn't anybody glowing?

SPHERONIUS:
We thought you were dead.

QUADRALON:
Oh, uh... No.

We've been... together.

RADIARA:
Quadralon and I are in love.

(all gasp)

QUADRALON:
We knew you'd never condone
our union,

even with the peace talks.

RADIARA:
So we snuck off to a holodeck

after totally wrecking
Quadralon's room.

- He is an eager lover.
- Gross.

Come on, clean up
after yourselves.

QUADRALON:
Leaving a mess
is part of our kink.

Ugh, we thought that was
evidence! I touched that!

SPHERONIUS:
You have been intimate
with a cube?

RADIARA:
Extremely.

There's someone
we'd like for you to meet.

SQUAARON: Hey, everybody.
Surprise! It's me.

Whee! (laughs)

RADIARA:
This is our child, SquAaron.

It has far too much energy.

SQUAARON:
Happy to be here. (laughs)

SPHERONIUS:
SquAaron is... perfect.

Who knew Orbs and Cubes
were capable

of producing such beauty?

SQUAARON:
I want juice.
Let's play hide-and-seek.

Why does he
have such a big head?

RADIARA:
Do not give him juice.

SEXAGUS: Perhaps there's hope
for us after all.

Let us return
to the negotiating table.

SPHERONIUS:
Agreed. We will work together

to forge the Treaty of SquAaron.

- SQUAARON: That's me.
- (Orbs and Cubes cheering)

(SquAaron grunts)

QUADRALON:
Uh, what is this? What do I do?

I've been a parent
for five minutes.

♪ ♪

(monitor beeping steadily)

Ooh! Ah.

(cheering, applause)

(sighs)

BOIMLER: Uh, what happened?

- Did I have a lightning bolt
in my ass?
- Oh, yeah.

And my report detailing
the extremely unique procedure

to remove it will be legendary.

Finally, I'll get some real
clout in the medical community.

They'll probably name this
the T'Ana Procedure.

Glad I could help.
I'm gonna go to my room

and sleep for the rest
of the mission.

- How long is it-- five years?
- No way, (bleep)-o.

My book club's meeting tonight.

- You got to swing by.
- Really?

Just make sure to bring
a pillow to sit on.

Those cheeks are gonna
be (bleep) for days.

(laughing)

Whoa, Doc really likes you.

I can't believe
it actually worked.

You got a nickname.
(bleep)-o!

Yeah, and she said it
with such warmth.

Staying true to yourself
is wrong.

You got to copy someone better.

No, that-that's not the lesson
to take from this.

Billups has a biweekly
aquatic aerobics class.

- No, no, no.
- I got to use that PADD
to get in.

- Ooh, great idea.
- No, no, no, guys.

- PADD pals are
gonna be unstoppable.
- You can't just

- crib your personalities
from a stolen PADD.
- (laughing)

- Yes, we can!
- Yeah!

FREEMAN:
Despite my earlier misgivings,

there's a place for you
on the Cerritos after all.

I'm sorry for causing any doubt.

Tomorrow, you'll be reassigned
to Engineering.

It's clearly where you belong.

You got a real eye
for power systems, Ensign.

I'm happy to have you
join the team.

I've never felt
so supported before.

This is amazing.

Thank Mariner. She saw it in you
when we couldn't.

But first, you're spending
the night in the brig.

What? But I saved everyone.

Yeah, you also lied
and hid a bunch of evidence.

Oh, come on. You're not really
putting me in the brig.

I have rights!
This is tyranny!

The bench is actually pretty
comfy in there.

Don't act like we're friends.

We are nothing alike.
And guess what?

I love the brig.
This is my favorite place.

Yeah, you're right.
We're totally different.

(grunts, sighs)

- What are you doing?
- I am keeping you company

so we can get a chance
to know each other better.

No. Leave me alone.

Being Cerritos strong
means no more secrets.

So, tell me about your gramps.

Did he, uh, did he smite?

OLLY:
This is my brig time, not yours.

- MARINER: What about your mom?
- OLLY: I don't want to open up!

I'm a loner!
I keep personal stuff bottled up

deep in the darkest parts
of my soul!

- MARINER: Ooh,
have you met Medusa?
- OLLY: Ugh.

MARINER:
Is she cool?
I feel like she'd like me.

Now, do they all have names--
the snakes?

Are they multiple snakes
or are they just one big snake

- with a bunch of faces?
- (Olly shouts)

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(man imitates weapons firing)

Chirp.