Whoa!
Hey.
I know we got off on the wrong foot
and our feet are connected.
But my life is kinda on the line,
so I really need your help to find fugitive zero.
[growling]
I don't know what that means,
but if you see anything or hear voices in your head,
growl at me.
You understand?
[growling]
Wait a minute. Where are your ears?
Can you even hear me?
I don't wanna hurt you.
Listen to me.
We're all going to die if we don't get out of here.
Why should I listen to you?!
You never helped us!
You're a bad lady!
Shuttle twenty percent complete.
You're angry. I get that.
But I was only doing what I was told.
Just like you're doing now.
Get back here!
Shuttle thirty percent complete.
Shuttle forty percent complete.
Hey!
Shuttle fifty percent complete.
Shuttle sixty percent complete.
Blast shield constructed.
Shuttle seventy percent complete.
Disable...
artificial...
gravity!
Disabling artificial gravity.
[moaning]
Shuttle ninety percent complete.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
What did you do?
What did you press?
I didn't press anything!
I...
I understand you.
And you're not a big fellow. You're...
You're a...
What?
Not what I thought.
What...
what's your name?
Dal.
- Rok-Tahk. - Excuse me?
My name.
It's Rok-Tahk.
Nice to meet you, kid.
That thing... it's some sort of translator.
Yeah. I know. I'm big, not dumb.
What did we find?
From the looks of it, our ticket outta here.
How did a ship this size, get inside here?
The more important question...
How do we get it out?
[grunting]
Gah!
What sort of mess hall has no mess to eat?
I'm starving.
If you need sustenance, cadets,
the food replicator uses matter conversion
to create any meal you dare dream up.
Uh, Jankom's a little light on credit.
As a cadet, you should know the Federation has moved
past traditional currency.
It's free.
What?
Blood truffle biscuits,
sweet radish pie,
and don't skimp on the sour gravy!
Oh! Come to Poggy!
Go on, Rok. Try it out.
What's your favorite food?
I don't know.
I'll just have what you got.
Dream big, kid.
You should order whatever you want.
[gobbling]
Nutrigoop?
That slop they fed us back in the mines?
Why?
It's... the only food I've ever had.
I appreciate a gal who knows what she likes.
It appears we're fighting now.
Or not.
Don't touch my friend!
Start the ship!
Do not let the prisoners escape.
Please remain calm.
Track tattoo right away.
She's not remaining calm!
[screaming]
[grunting]
Ooh, a lifeform!
[giggling]
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!
Huh?
You're not scared.
You wanna play don't ya?
[gasping]
Oh my gosh! Coochie coo, you're adorable!
Stop it.
[laughing]
Look. Look!
Yes.
Pictures.
If you help me, I can escape.
I mean, we can escape.
Oh!
Hey, Crater Face.
I wasn't done talking!
Uh, I didn't think that was actually gonna hit you.
Okay, stop it.
Back off, Rocky.
Whoa.
Ah! X! X! X!
You... saved my life.
[screaming]
[growling]
Back to mock me, girl?
[sighing]
So many years you watched them take us,
how they treated us.
Why didn't you stop them?
My father told me...
I thought you were criminals.
We're not criminals.
The only crime we ever committed was getting caught.
[gasping]
Do you have telepathic powers too?
Not quite.
But he has unwittingly found
the one thing that has eluded us all.
A way out.
A reason for hope.
We can save everyone!
Don't start packing your stones yet.
If we don't keep a lid on this, it won't save anyone.
Can the three of us get it outta here?
Three? A ship this size requires a least 20.
Or, depending on the species, 37 appendages.
That's way too many appendages to keep this quiet.
How many just to get it off the ground?
From its state of disrepair, we'd at least need an engineer.
That's what I was thinking!
Maybe I'm telepathic too!
Okay. She's back in the brig.
Oh, my gosh.
What is that river of fire?
Trillions of tons of white hot, ionized gas about to explode!
That sounds worse.
I can hear.
She's laughing.
Stop it.
Rok! Rok!
Wake up!
Aren't they cute?
Their kisses are so wet!
Not as good as sleeper ship stew,
but these Klingon rations are still better than eating mud.
[sighing]
Jankom Pog didn't realize how much he missed home,
till he got here.
When all of those cute little funny creatures surrounded me,
they weren't afraid of how I looked.
I wanted it to be real. It wasn't.
The United Federation of Planets.
An interstellar union of different worlds and species,
with shared principles of universal liberty,
rights, and equality.
Equality?
That sounds nice.
Starfleet is the Federation's representatives
for deep space exploration.
On a mission to maintain peace and freedom,
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new civilizations,
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
Ha!
This federation biz sounds, uh... actually pretty good.
Is such a collective possible?
It is.
Shall I help you plot a course?
- No! - No?
The planet seems to have given up luring us to stay
and has resorted to more direct methods.
Ten kilometers just got a whole lot further.
Then we better get a move on.
Because if this planet eats our ship, we're next.
What about her?
She's the reason we're in this mess.
Don't let her slow us down.
[groaning]
I can look after myself.
[groaning]
[sighing]
And just, how are you helping?
Uh, motivation,
keeping morale high.
Guys. Guys! I found someone else to come with us.
Whoa! Rok!
I thought we made it clear this was a secret operation.
You invited that thing?
What is that bag-o-spit?
It isn't a that. I named him Murf.
I can't wait to hear what he has to say.
He's such a chatter box, aren't you, Murf? Mmm hmm.
He's probably too smart for our translators.
Eh. Ah! Oh! No! No! No! Back! Back!
No, no, no! Get away from there!
Uh. Gah!
At least our secret's safe with him.