(gentle music)
Officer: Captain Freeman, you're under arrest
for the destruction of Pakled planet.
Mariner: - Hey, let, let her go!
Officer: - That is for a tribunal to decide.
(dramatic music) Mariner: - You don't get it.
She's your captain, but she's my mom.
I have to do something before it's too late.
Tendi: - It would be illogical not to!
Boimler: - I don't care what trouble I get in.
Rutherford: - Same.
Tendi: - I want the trouble, give me the trouble.
Marinert: - Right, let's save the day, lower-decks style.
Boimler: - But, we're grounded.
Plus, we don't even know where the Cerritos is.
Shaxs: - I know where the Cerritos is.
Mariner: - This is for the captain.
Tendi: - Whoo, we're doing it, we're-
Boimler: - Are you stealing the Cerritos?
Shaxs: - Whoa! These graphics are mind blowing!