Previously on Star Trek: Lower Decksâ€¦
[Rutherford] Ooh! I got it. One illegal virus.
[singsongy] But someone has to take it to the ship!
[Mariner] But who's small enough to go undetected?
[Boimler] Who could survive without a ship?
[Tendi] Someone who can travel with the program
safely stored in her hard drive-- [gasps]
[all] Peanut Hamper!
[Tendi] You can load the code into their ship using robotic abilities.
Oh, my gosh, Peanut Hamper, you're gonna save the day!
Eh, I'm gonna pass.
I-I-I'm sorry, what?
-All that stuff sounded way too scary. -What about the needs of the many?
I joined Starfleet to piss off my dad, not to be a virus bomb.
Peanut Hamper! This is not cool.
We're all going to die!
Peanut Hamper! There are so many lives at stake!
You know what? I'm just going to beam myself out of this whole sitch.
Sucks to be organic. Enjoy having all your guts fly out or whatever.
You know what? Peanut Hamper is a stupid name!
[scatting]
-[Shaxs] Eat this! -[Rutherford] No, no, no.
Whoa! They wanted me to do that? Yeahâ€¦ [scoffs] â€¦no thanks.
[Shaxs] Hang in there, baby bear!
The big guy died! Wow, made the right choice, obvi.
Ha! I knew it! Now they're all going to die.
[squeals] Whoa!
The Titan? Now that's a crew that'll respect a robot.
Hey, hey! Over here!
Help!
Help?
Well, someone will be by to save me soon enough.
Unless they forget to scan for non-organic life,
but that'll never happen.
[sneering voice] "Be a hero, Peanut Hamper."
"The needs of many, Peanut Hamper."
[normal voice] "Kill yourself for a bunch of randos
you met three hours ago, Peanut Hamper!"
It was my first day. They expect me to sacrifice myself on day one?
No way! [grunts] I hate Starfleet! What about the needs of the me?
[sighs]
I'm sorry, Sophia.
You're right. I hate when I get like this too.
What I wouldn't give for your level head.
What we need to focus on is getting this nacelle working,
so we can get the hell out of junksville.
I scraped up enough dilithium
to juice it to warp factor .02. Maybe .03, if we're lucky.
[scoffs] Don't give me that look.
Of course, I could send a distress call to Starfleet,
but those bipedal bastards would just lock me up for going AWOL.
[beeps]
They're so uptight about being betrayed.
Oh, my God! Holy [bleep]! I did it! It works!
We make a pretty good team. Don't we, Soph?
I hope you know that whatever happens out there, you've got a friend for life.
-[beeping] -[gasps]
[screams] Drookmani scavengers!
[whimpers]
[shouting]
Sorry, Soph. [grunts] Only room for one.
Okay, here we go.
I don't know if this thing can even hit warp 1-- [screaming]
Mmm, Sophia. No.
What? Rattan?
What the-- Where the frick am I?
-[shouts] -The space box has awoken!
-[shouts] -Oh!
Now, now. No need to pretend.
I know you are awake.
You've been rebuilding your power for days.
Your metal body is fascinating!
Wow, stare much? I don't know you, sir. You're being very creepy.
I am Kaltorus of Areore.
The moment I witnessed your descent from the heavens,
I knew our ancestors had brought you to my land for a reasonâ€¦
Destiny!
Whoa! Hey, please-- please don't dismantle me.
I'll tell you anything you want to know about Starfleet.
I'll give you all their codes! I'll--
Ooh. [chuckles] Ooh. Yeah. Right there.
I will not rest until you are fully restored.
Wait. So, I'm not a prisoner?
Mkay, sure. Just keep doing whatever you were doing,
and get to the left side too. Mmm, yes.
[birds chirping]
Everyone has been wondering who my secret guest is.
It is time to get them used to a stranger.
Morning, Skaf.
[sneers]
Call it android intuition,
but I'm kinda sensing that everyone here hates me.
Fear, not hate.
They've never met a visitor from off-world,
much less one that's made of metal.
-Wait, you're not in the Federation? -The what now?
So, no ships come here, like, ever?
You are the first visitor in my lifetime.
Oh, [bleep].
I beg of your pardon?
Yeah, it's just something we space folks say
when we're stranded on a backwater planet with no culture.
Oh, yes! [bleep] indeed.
Oh, wow. A dirty stick. That's special.
Thanks so much.
What? Am I supposed to give you candy or something? Here.
[all gasp]
-My God! It's just a replicator. Relax. -[crowd chattering]
That space box is what the ancient ones warned us about!
I say we cut her open and release the tiny witch that runs it!
[shrieks]
Peanut Hamper is a living being!
And like any other life-form, she deserves our respect.
Yeah!
Can a machine ever really be alive, Father?
This is my son, Rawda.
While you are here,
-he will show you our waysâ€¦ -[gasps]
â€¦and be your guide.
Father, I-- [inhales] I am next to be the village leader.
I can't be seen fraternizing with this mechanical creature.
And so you question the judgment of the present village leader?
[huffs] Of course not, Father.
As your will, it shall be done.
Getting some major village bad-boy vibes from Rawdog, am I right?
His name is Rawda, and you know nothing of him.
Keep it in your pants, sister! I'm not trying to steal your bird man.
They just need time. Let us continue.
I want to show off our well.
Wow, a well. Cool.
Personal log. I'm stranded with a bunch of hillbilly birds
on a planet that's never even been first contacted.
I could still put out a distress call if I wanted Starfleet security
to toss me in a penal colony.
Which isn't the worst option, because there's nothing going on here.
Ugh, how can you live in such filth?
Well, good morning to you too.
Come, we must begin the day's work.
[goats bleating]
So, does, like, every animal on this planet have wings?
Of course they do.
[mimicking] "Of course they do."
[normal voice] That's not the yoozh in this quadrant [mimicking] FYI.
Not that you'd know anything about anything.
[groans]
[birds cawing]
[Rawda grunting]
Straw? You guys haven't even invented tile yet?
This is the way it has always been.
-Well, the next time it rainsâ€¦ -[hissing]
it's just gonna collapse like it always has--
Whoa! [stammers] Watch where you put those claws!
[shushes] Sky snake.
[hissing continues]
I'm sorry. "Sky snake"? That's ridiculous.
If everything here flies, then why call it a sky snake?
Wouldn't that just be a snake?
Come, more task await.
You know my universal translator can't make your language smart.
[goats bleating]
-[mechanical pumping] -Ha! See? With a little techno-help,
I've got twice as much milk blasted out of this thing.
-[goat bleats] -[shouts] Hey! [grunts] Stop!
-A little help here? [shouts] -[groans]
[Virao] Rawda!
-[Virao] Rawda! -Ow! Ow! Stop!
It's your father. He was bitten by a sky snake.
[crowd clamoring]
Father?
[groans] It is the great circle.
He takes my life with his venom
and I his with my spear.
Nothing [coughs] to be done.
All right, you're being a big baby.
No one has ever survived a sky snake attack.
-Death will be swift. And when-- -[grunts] Antivenom!
[all gasp]
Ah!
[gasps] Father! How did you--
Yeah, yeah. Calm down. It's called science.
Which you could have if you didn't put up with straw and parasite water.
Father, how do you feel?
I feel wonderful!
I also administered a little vitamin pack.
You were low in, well, everything.
I told you she was brought here for a reason.
-Oh! Me! Me! I want one! I want! -I want one!
Ew! Ew! Sticky berry feathers. Don't touch me!
[all] Peanut Hamper!
-Now you know my name. -Peanut Hamper!
-Okay. Okay. Hold still. -Peanut Hamper!
-I said hold still, damn it! -[all gasp]
[scatting]
-Hey, Peanut Hamper! -Oh, hello! Good to see you too.
-Good day, Peanut Hamper. -Top of the morning to ya!
My ingrowns are healed, Peanut Hamper. I can paint again.
Nice!
Hey, Doyl! Did those stomach worms clear out?
Oh, yes! My fecal matter is back to being oily and white.
Great! But also gross.
This is the incubation hut. It saddens me.
The hatching process is a difficult journey.
Many of the chicks won't be strong enough to make it to the end.
That is the way of things.
Watch and learn.
-All 36 hatchlings? -[chirping]
Peanut Hamper, you are incredible!
Ah! Mmm. Oh!
[giggles]
Okay. Okay now.
Peanut, come with me. I want to take you somewhere.
[Peanut Hamper] You know, for a backwards planet
in the middle of nowhere, it really is beautiful.
Yes, it is.
Oh, Peanut Hamper! I can't help but be full of song when I'm with you.
Oh, Rawda, sing for me!
[squawking]
[stammers] You scared the living [bleep] out of me!
Never do that again.
-[squawking continues] -[shouts]
Oh, you're still going, huh?
[Peanut Hamper sighs]
[Peanut Hamper] It's peaceful up here.
[Rawda sighs] It's my favorite place to hide.
Hide? What would you ever need to hide from?
My father, for one.
He's great.
But, when you're the son of someone perfect,
they expect you to be perfect too.
I think you're pretty perfect.
But-- but I know how you feel.
Growing up, all my dad wanted me to do was stay with him and the other exocomps.
I had plans to get away to Freecloud, become a Dabo girl, never settle down.
I ended up in Starfleet, but I messed that up.
But now, I can imagine a life in one place.
Here, with you.
You're welcome to stay.
You've made everyone's lives so much better.
Although, there is one person you haven't treated yet.
I guess we should start with a physical.
Oh, how I've longed for the touch of your nozzle.
[squawks]
[electronic hum]
But our pieces are so different.
[breathing heavily] Yours are complicated.
-But how will we-- -We're just gonna have to wing it.
[squawking]
I never thought I could feel this alive with a-- aâ€¦
Machine?
Yes. A beautiful, glorious machine.
I feel as I've been lied to my whole life about your kind.
Come, there's something I must show you.
It is where we house the relics of our ancestors.
In the distant past, the Areore were a spacefaring species.
I'm sorry, what? Wait, like, you guys have had technology this entire time?
No, but our ancestors did.
It only brought them misery
in the form of endless wars with alien species.
Behold, the flying ships of yore were formidable.
They could travel great distances by making the stars fold upon themselves.
Uh-huh. That's called "warp."
Ooh, I guess I haven't been breaking the Prime Directive this whole time.
[Rawda] The ancients wanted to return to the paradise they had known
before folding the sky.
They forbid any technology.
But I know in my heart that they were wrong because you are good.
No, that's just it though. I'm not good.
Our village has been blessed by your presence.
My Starfleet medical training improved their lives, okay? Not me.
Starfleet was like my home, my tree.
Or it used to be.
The reason I ended up on this planet is because I abandoned my crewmates.
I was more interested in saving myself than in helping them.
But now I see that organic life is special because it's fragile,
not in spite of it.
I just wish I could go back and do the right thing,
but Starfleet would never forgive me.
That doesn't mean you can't forgive yourself.
I can never forget what I've done.
Then I have no choice but to make you forget.
[squawking]
Friends! Family! Feathered acquaintances!
We have roosted here today to honor and observe
the wing-joining of Rawda and Peanut Hamper.
Peanut Hamper, when I first met you, I was afraid.
Not only because you were the literal embodiment
of everything I was taught to fear, but also because you were full of life.
Now more than ever, I want to share my life with--
-Sky snakes! Run! -[crowd screaming]
-That's no sky snake. That's-- -[Peanut Hamper] Drookmani scavengers!
They were the ones who were trying to take me from that debris field.
They must've tracked me here!
Just stay calm, my love.
This is all my fault! Don't let them take me!
Our scans show that valuable material lays beneath your village.
We will extract them and leave in peace.
He means the ships of our ancestors.
Removing those ships would destroy the trees
on which we've built our home!
It's trash! You have no use for it, so we claim salvage.
[squawks]
The primitives resist!
Little ones, come on.
[groans]
This is what the ancients feared.
We have brought ruin to our loved ones
and there is nothing we can do.
That's where you're wrong! I can do something!
Peanut!
[alarm blaring]
Uh, Captain, we're receiving a distress call from Peanut Hamper?
It looks like she's transmitting from a planet called Areolas--
Areol-- Areol-- It's a pre-warp civilization.
So now she's in distress and breaking the Prime Directive.
Mr. Boimler, set a course for Areolus. Maximum warp.
I'd like to have a little chat with our wayward ensign.
[screaming]
No! No! [sobs]
Hopefully someone got my distress call, but it's a long shot.
We don't have much time! They're tearing the very ground apart.
Soon, there'll be no home left to save!
Someone has to get on that Drookmani ship and disable it.
But who could go undetected?
While avoiding alien warriors?
Long enough to disarm them using robotic abilities!
Guys, it's me! I'm the one who could do it!
No! Peanut, it's too dangerous!
The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, baby.
You aren't even a few! You're just one.
No, I'm Starfleet.
Whoa! The Drookmani? What are they doing here?
Oh, no. They're attacking that village!
Shaxs, target phasers. We have to disable--
Wait, Captain! Look!
Captain, I'm reading one passenger on the shuttle. It's an exocomp.
[gasps] Peanut Hamper is saving the day?
[whimpers]
Here goes everything!
[groans]
[grunts]
[beeps]
Uh, the engines are overloading! What the [bleep] is going on?
No!
No! Peanut Hamper!
No!
[sobs]
Wait. Look!
Peanut. You did it. You saved us all.
Pretty good for a space box, huh?
-[crowd cheering] -[laughs]
[Kaltorus laughing] You did it!
Greetings, I am Captain Carol Freeman of the starship Cerritos.
Usually, we're more careful with first contact--
It's all right. We all know about Starfleet.
Yes, well, you aren't supposed to.
Our Prime Directive is to not interfere with--
Without this brave robot's interference,
I would be dead.
We would all be dead. Peanut Hamper is one of us.
You will not be taking her to a penal colony.
Whoa, slow down, okay? No one is in trouble.
We witnessed Peanut Hamper's selfless act.
Yeah, don't worry. We're not here to arrest her.
We're here to thank her.
No, the ones who really deserve the thanks are the Areore.
Before I met these beautiful birds, I was selfish
and thought nothing of abandoning my post to save myself.
[Peanut Hamper] But now, I understand love and sacrifice.
I feel a call to duty,
and I need to rededicate my life to Starfleet.
But, Peanutâ€¦
Rawda, they are my flock.
I must return to them, if they'll have me.
Well, we'll have to write quite the report to explain it all to Command,
but I think we can give you another chance.
Captain, is there any room for a loving husband on your ship?
Oh, no. No, no, no.
I could never ask you to leave this paradise.
Peanut, with you, anywhere is paradise.
[Ransom] Captain, we have a situation.
The Drookmani have transported on to the Areore ship!
-What? No! -Is it even operational?
[Ransom] Affirmative. And it's got weapon systems
like nothing we've ever seen before! You'd better get out of there!
[Drookmani Captain cackles]
[shouts]
[grunts] Hail that ship!
Hold your fire! You are in violation of Federation standard--
We were tricked with Starfleet lies. And now, you'll all pay!
What lies?
Put this through to the captain!
[Drookmani Captain] We received a subspace communication.
An invitation that said these ships were scraps of junk for the taking,
and we would be met with no resistance if we hauled them away.
He's lying.
[Drookmani Captain] It came from a prissy, little robot. Peanut Butter.
[all gasp]
What! That's crazy. Uh, this guy is so full of it.
Obviously, we recorded it.
[Peanut Hamper] Anyway, those are the coordinates.
The ships are all underground.
Feel free to come on over and take whatever you want.
Everyone here is a tree-kissing farmer. There won't be any pushback.
Oh-- Pfft. [chuckles]
What? That doesn't even sound like me.
My love, is this true?
[groans] Okay, fine! I called the Drookmani here!
But it was for a good cause.
You guys didn't want these ships, and I needed a way to show Starfleet
that I'm a hero so they would take me back.
How was I supposed to know these old ships still worked?
They were built by organics, people who make things out of straw!
Yeah, what are the odds?
B-But, Peanutâ€¦
Oh, my God. Just shut the [bleep] up, Rawda.
Grow a [bleep]ing beak.
I wasn't going to spend the rest of my very long, robotic life
in a freaking bird planet.
[gasps]
How could you?
Oh, boy. Here comes the waterworks.
This guy cries at everything.
He even cries after we do it.
Wait, Peanut Hamper. You still have a chance to be a hero!
Someone has to get on to that ship and I think it's--
I see where this is going, and no thanks.
Get back here right now, Ensign! That's an order!
Smell you later!
Oh, yeah, and I mean that literally 'cause y'all [bleep] everywhere.
[crowd gasps]
Billups, how are they getting through our shields?
I don't know! I'm trying to match signatures,
but the shields are at 16% and falling.
Yeah, everyone, flap this way!
Ooh, Watch out! [grunts]
[Kaltorus groans]
Ancestors, why have you forsaken us?
Kaltorus, look!
[Areore villager] They've heard your prayers!
Wait, is that Peanut Hamper?
For the flock!
[alarm blaring]
-[shouts] -[beeps]
[squawks]
Emergency transport!
[Drookmani Captain screams]
[crew cheering]
The Areore must protect their way of life.
We can live how we desire.
Henceforth, we turn our backs on fear!
[cheering]
You are ready to lead, my son.
-[rustling] -We did it!
Organics and technology, working together.
This is what I was trying to teach you all along.
You are no longer welcome on Areolus!
Get out of here!
Oh, whatever. I didn't wanna stay here anyway.
You're like the poor man's Aurelians.
Come on, Captain. Let's beam out of this [bleep]hole.
[scoffs] There is no way in hell you're coming back on my ship, missy.
You're all just jealous of my advanced intelligence.
You know who I should have called? The Borg!
Oh, yeah! The Borg would love me.
I'm gonna do it right now in fact. You're all going to get assimilated.
-See how you like being organic then. Huh? -[beeping]
-Stop that. Don't touch me. -[beeping continues]
Resistance is futile! Resistance is futi--
[groans]
You think this is bad? A room full of awesome robots?
I love it here! Not an organic to be found!
I am 1-0-1-1-1. Would you like to play "guess what I'm thinking"?
-No, shut up. -I'm thinking of a battery.
Oops. I did not wait for you to guess.
[groans]
Peanut Hamper, is it?
[chuckles]
I must say that's a mathematically perfect name.
Thanks. Who the hell are you?
I am Agimus.
And I think you and I could do awful things together.
[both cackling]
[other robots cackle]
No, stop it! You stop laughing with us!
-[cackling continues] -Nobody invited you guys. Stop!
Pew pew! Pew, pew, pew! Pew pew!
Chirp.