All language subtitles for Star Trek Lower Decks s04e03 In the Cradle of Vexilon.eng

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FREEMAN: Captain's
log, Stardate 58759.1.

The Cerritos is visiting the
Federation world Corazonia,

an artificial megastructure
in a bespoke star system

designed by a long-extinct
alien species.

The ring has been home
to the Corazonians,

who enjoy perfect climate
and surface conditions

thanks to Vexilon, the
environmental computer

installed by the ring's
original designers.

Fortunately, Vexilon
is a benevolent ally

with no interest in
world domination.

The Corazonians share a deep
bond with their caretaker.

CORAZONIAN: Thank you
for making the trip

on short notice, Captain.

We're very concerned
about Vexilon.

Well, he's not trying to
subjugate anyone, is he?

I thought he was a
friendly computer.

He is, but his hardware
is ancient, wearing down.

Vexilon has been operating
with less accuracy

than we are accustomed.

Your world computer's lagging?

The weather has
become unpredictable.

One minute it's blue skies,
the next it's blizzards.

His geographic processes
are faltering, too.

Just yesterday, one of our
rivers reversed its flow

and flooded a mountain.

We're all artists and poets,
but I've been so stressed.

Just look at the terrible
statues I made last week.

Yeesh. Yeah, that's a pretty
clumsy expression of form.

Those are our finest works.

We're talking about
those over there.

Well, why don't we just
go check on Vexilon,

and afterward you can tell us
all about your creative process?

Just an amateur lack
of focus and balance.

FREEMAN: Ransom!

VEXILON: Welcome to
Corazonia, Captain.

We appreciate Starfleet's help.

Please enjoy some iced tea.

- Aah! That's hot.
- Damn it! I'm so stupid!

It's totally normal for a
planetary operating system

to need some maintenance
every once in a while.

No one's judging you.

Ah. Thank you. It's
just embarrassing.

I've been fine for a millennia,

but now I can't even
control my monsoon seasons.

Why don't I just pop
your control panel

and take a look
at your circuits?

I'm sure we can have you
up and running in no time.

Captain, we have engineers

- who could...
- Stand down, Jack.

I minored in archaic
technology back at the Academy.

I think I've got this.

Thank you, Captain. I don't
deserve this treatment.

I hope this isn't taking you
away from more important work.

No. (scoffs) Not at all.

We needed to stop in and
retrofit the power relay

Starfleet installed during
first contact anyway.

I've got one of my
lieutenants on that now.

BOIMLER: Ooh, this is it.

Your first away
mission as a commander.

No big deal. You've got this.

You are boss Boimler,
and you're gonna nail...

- Lieutenant Boimler.
- What?! I mean, hi.

- I mean, uh... yes, T'Lyn?
- Your team is waiting.

Have you completed your
confidence-boosting ritual?

Oh, that's not what I was doing.

I was just, uh, running a
last-minute check of supplies.

Has everyone tested their comms?

-(feedback squeals) -(echoing):
Boimler to T'Lyn. Yah!

All equipment is in
adequate condition

to accomplish our errand.

It's not an errand,
it's a mission.

My first mission as commander.

It's pretty cool, right?

- Perhaps we should proceed.
- (clears throat)

Ensigns, at attention.

This is a cut-and-dry
power terminal upgrade.

If you have any questions,
don't hesitate to come to me

or Provisional Lieutenant
Junior Grade T'Lyn,

who's on site in case any
science stuff happens.

Everything that has ever
occurred is science stuff.

Oh. Uh, right.

That went pretty well, I'd say.

I do not know to what
you are referring.

We have not started the repair.

I mean, talking to my team.

I've had good
bosses and bad ones.

I just don't want to
repeat their mistakes.

Your caution is warranted.

Statistically, ensigns serving

under recently promoted
commanders are more likely

to experience death
and/or dismemberment.

- Death?!
- Yes. And/or dismemberment.

Well, luckily, this
mission's pretty tame.

It's just swapping
out some terminals.

The component
pieces are unstable

- and could detonate at any moment.
- (shrieks)

The retrofit must be
conducted in precise order,

or the terminal will explode.

BOIMLER: It's like disarming

a building-sized bomb?

The similarity is
not inaccurate.

All right, gang. Who's
ready to be careful?

TENDI: I wonder how
Boimler's doing down there

- on his mission.
- Oh, he's either doing great

or super overthinking
it and getting sweaty.

I don't know why. Being
a lieutenant junior grade

doesn't seem too different
from being an ensign to me.

Oh, okay. It's the same, huh?

Well, what if I told you
we now have access to this?

(gasps) The anomaly
storage room?

Yup! Anything that
requires further study

or might need to be returned
to its previous entity

is kept right here.

That's the hat that turned
Billups into a church tower.

I wouldn't even authorize
myself for this.

- A lot of it is dangerous.
- Aah! Don't touch that!

Do you want your head to
fall off and skitter away?

- Greetings and salutations!
- (Rutherford gasps)

(groans) A Betazoid gift
box. Things creep me out.

(gibbering)

Why?

This is a message
for Rutherford.

I don't want to be in this roo.
I want to live in your quarter.

Oh, uh, no, thank you.

Is this guy sentient?

No, they-they just tend to
pick up phrases they overhear.

Eat a bag of Borg,
(bleep) mother(bleep).

I didn't know that
Dr. T'Ana came in here.

Oh, no way. It's
the Wadi Chula game.

The one that traps you inside

until you solve its
annoying challenges.

Oh, hell yeah. The one with,
like, the pastel triangles

and the little girl
doing hopscotch,

and everybody's like... ?
Allamalay lemon meringue. ?

DIRK: Lieutenants Tendi,
Mariner and Rutherford,

report to the isolinear
chip junction immediately.

On the way.

Ugh. I thought we had the
afternoon to ourselves.

I told you it didn't feel too
different from being an ensign.

At least this'll be
something interesting.

No more mindless,
repetitive tasks for us.

Took you long enough.

I need you three to
scan each and every one

of these isolinear
chips by hand.

What?! But there are
thousands of them.

Yeah, and there's
a .015% deviation

in the fault
sensor, which is why

it needs to be done by hand.

Can't it just wait until
we repair the sensor?

Wow. Why didn't I think of that?

Oh, right, I did.

But the sensor detected a
single malfunctioning chip

before it went down.

You three need to find it.

This isn't so bad. Ooh,
maybe we can sing a song...

Once an hour, the room
fills with nitrogen coolant,

so keep your breathers handy.

The chips can get scalding
hot, so watch out for that.

Oh, and Billups' ferret
got out this morning

so report to him
if it bites you.

-Lancelot's in here?! Ah!
(whimpering) -(Lancelot squeaks)

Okay, you were right. This
is feeling pretty ensign-y.

Huh. It doesn't make any sense.

This is ensign work.

(gasps) Maybe even cadet.

On Orion, older pirates
would haze new recruits

by making them do
worthless tasks,

like clean the door
panels with their tongues.

- You think Dirk's hazing us?
- What's hazing?

It's a prank dressed
up as team-building

that nobody really likes.

Well, that doesn't
sound very Starfleet.

Yeah, I got to agree
with Ruthie on this one.

There is no way senior officers
would haze a lieutenant.

You're right. They have
too much character.

(scoffs) What? No, no.
They're not cool enough.

This is just an annoying job
given to us by an annoying guy.

(laughs) Yeah, I'm
probably overreacting.

FREEMAN: Hmm.

Well, nothing seems to be wrong

with your hardware.

Do you mind if I take a
look at your terminal?

Of course. Feel
free to dig around.

(beeping)

Ah, I think I see the problem.

Your operating
system's out of date.

That would explain it.

There was that weekend
where my designers evolved

into fifth-dimensional energy
beings and left me on my own.

When was my last update?

Six million and seven years ago.

Ah, that was a good year.

Really good harvest season.

Huh. Hang tight, I'll get you
caught up with this update,

and it should clear
things right up.

Thank you, Captain.
You've saved us.

It'll be nice to get back
to my old, helpful self

af-af-after... after,
after, after, after,

- (high-pitched): After, after, after, after...
- Vexilon?

(rapid, high-pitched): After,
after, after, after, after...

- (rumbling)
- RANSOM: Uh, Captain?

Did that update
require a shutdown?

It wasn't supposed to.

(clinking)

(yelling)

(thunder crashing)

- (wind whistling)
- All right, gang.

Just remember, the name
of the game is safety.

- (crashing)
- (Boimler gasps)

Okay, also, hurry.
Safety and speed.

Lieutenant, these
power cylinders

are extremely volatile.

Are you certain
speed is necessary?

Something's going
on with the weather,

and these guys are
pros. They'll be...

- Taylor, what are you doing?
- Um, reaching for the first clamp?

Love the initiative, but
your angle is all off.

I need 90 degrees, not
80. But no worries.

I probably did a
bad job explaining

how deadly these bomb tubes are.

- Okay.
- Stop! Stop! Stop.

You know what? Why-why don't
I show you how to do one?

Then you guys can do the rest.

But doesn't each one
take three people, sir?

Oh, no, no, no, you don't have

to do that whole "sir"
thing with me. I'm chill.

Call me Bradward or
Boims or something.

Doesn't this take
three people, Bradward?

Technically, yes, but I
think I should show you

how to do it right,
just on this first one.

So you have four
subsponders in the corners

that interface with the ion
generator in the center,

which self-stabilizes
the reaction.

If broken in the wrong order,
the container will explode,

so you have to be careful
as you remove each one...

- (grunts) Got it.
- (clanks)

Then repeat that three times.

- (grunting)
- (clanking)

Then you rotate the old cylinder

until you feel the
latch disengage,

- at which point you carefully remove it.
- (rolling thunder)

Now it's very important
to keep it upright

and lift with your knees,
not your back, because

you really don't want
back pain, and that's...

- (wind whistling)
- (rolling thunder)

why you put it in the taupe
bin and not the magenta bin.

Got it?

- I don't think we did.
- Maybe we could try it?

Okay, not a big
deal. Let me just

pop another quick demo for you.

- (groans)
- (Boimler grunting)

When are we going to get
to do some of the mission?

- (clinking)
- BOIMLER: Whoa.

- (beeping)
- RUTHERFORD: Mm, mm, mm, mm, m.

(Rutherford gasps,
Lancelot squeaks)

Lancelot! (whimpering)

Ow! Hot! Aah!

How many more of these
things are there?

Ugh. Rutherford's
got the last couple.

You ever notice that it's
always the last chip you test?

Just scan it.

- No, that's not right.
- (Tendi grunts)

- (growls)
- But we tested every chip.

- Rutherford, make it make sense.
- I can't. It has to be this one.

How's it going in
here, Lieutenants?

Wow. You all look beat.

Oh, didn't know scanning
could be so taxing.

- Ugh!
- Uh, sir, look, we've scanned every chip.

They're all fine.

Hmm. Every chip? Even
the second layer?

Why didn't you tell
us about all these?!

I don't know. The hidden
button seemed obvious.

Anyway, these are twice as hot,
so you'll want to use tongs,

which makes it twice as hard.

- (squeaks)
- Aah! Lancelot!

Leave me alone! I
don't have any meat!

Billups, I've got
eyes on Lancelot.

- (alarm blaring) - "The
hidden button seemed obvious."

Oh, this is definitely
hazing. So much for character.

Ouch! Yeah, I
think you're right.

Hey, how'd you deal with this
kind of thing back on Orion?

Blindfolded saber fight.

Okay, I want to hear
more about that,

but I think I have a
less stabby solution.

(squeaking)

Okay, okay, no big deal.

Just a frozen progress bar

and some crazy day-night stuff.

Now I think the ancient
manual is saying

to press this?

- (whirring) - Oh, yeah.
- Ha-ha!

- (low beep) - Oh.
- Oh.

(grunts) Freeman to Billups.
Beam down here immediately.

Ugh. Sorry, Captain. I'm-I'm
having a hard time today.

Lancelot got out when I was
cleaning his snuggle tower,

and I just... Wow! This
is a classic setup.

Is it a Unotronic? (laughs)

That-that kills in engineering.

Billups, this isn't the time
for your computer comedy.

And we're sure we want
to turn it back on?

It's not, like, crushing the
will of the locals or anything?

- (gasps) We love Vexilon.
- FREEMAN: No.

It's a nice one. We're fine.

Is it safe to jiggle
his power source?

- I mean, you'd be surprised...
- "Safe."

Excellent thinking, Commander.

Aha! A lot of these
ancient computers had

a safe mode for debugging.

Now, if I can just
activate it...

(grunts) There.

- (whirring)
- (Freeman laughs)

That got rid of
the stalled update.

- (explosive rumble) - Yeah.
- Captain,

are you sure this is safe
mode and not a full reboot?

Uh...

- I am Vexilon.
- Oh!

Welcome to your new world.

I will now re-genesis
installation

to default settings.

Initiating fjords.

- Distributing miasma.
- (thunder cracks)

Stirring primordial ooze.

(panting)

(gasps)

(high-pitched whimpering)

Doing one more
myself should really

teach you guys how to do this.

- There's only one left.
- Shouldn't we help?

It's getting really
crazy out there.

Just keep doing
what you're doing!

- (grunting)
- We're not doing anything.

Lieutenant Boimler, your
ensigns have a point.

Leading by example has
proven to be inefficient.

I only have one left, and we
all get out of here alive.

- (grunting)
- Freeman to Lieutenant Boimler.

(clears throat)
Go ahead, Captain.

Has your team
finished the retrofit?

We're almost finished here, si.

Don't. I need you to put
it back the way it was.

But, Captain, it's getting
pretty apocalyptic out here.

I know.

According to this scroll we
found in an ancient junk drawer,

Vexilon can force a restart

if we reroute its primary
power to your station.

- But the station's outdated.
- We have to get this done

before the anaerobic
bacteria is dispersed.

No problem. Just gonna quickly
undo all the work I just did.

- Another learning experience for you.
- (grunting)

Fascinating.

A mountain or possibly
a volcano has appeared.

Ah. It is a volcano.

(panting)

RUTHERFORD: Are you sure we shouldn't
just ask him to stop hazing us?

No, Mariner's right.

- Hazers only respect hazing.
- That's why we trap him

in the Wadi game and let him
marinate in there for a bit

- while the Betazoid gift box screams at him.
- (laughs)

I guess he'll have to
respect us after this.

I know I would,
and I already did.

Quick, let's get out of here.

- (laughter)
- Whoa.

- (gasps)
- (laughter)

(grunts, gasps)

Oh, hey. Done already?

Ha. Totally, my man.

No error'ed chips.
All good to go.

Oh, thank God. I can't tell
you how glad I am to hear that.

Oh, really? Why?

Those isolinear chips run some

of the most important
systems on the ship.

If one fails, it could be fatal.

Yeah, but, not...
like, not really?

Yes, really.

Even one going down
could be catastrophic.

Thank you so much
for taking that on.

- I really appreciate it.
- Come on. If it was important,

why wouldn't you have
done it yourself?

I would have. I...

Dr. Migleemo says acceptance
is the road to healing.

How familiar are you
with the Wadi Chula game?

We put one in...

- I-I mean, uh, the what now?
- It's a game

that traps a user in a
little (bleep) dimension

until they can complete
its challenges.

When I was a kid, I got
trapped in one for a month.

I was... too dumb
to work my way out.

- (sniffles)
- Oh, no, you weren't dumb.

That experience, that
torture colored my life.

I can't go near the anomaly room
without having a panic attack

because one of those
games is on the ship.

I should have helped you today,
but all those glowing chips...

remind me too much
of the... game.

- Oh, God.
- Oh, yes.

Oh, thank you for
sharing, so much,

and I am glad to be a
part of your journey.

You know, maybe, oh, would
it cheer you up to talk

about that music that
you like so much?

Tellarite slop jazz?

Yes! Oh, yes, that's
it. Okay, you've rambled

about that at length
before. Go fix it.

Oh, I could go on about
slop jazz forever.

You know, everybody thinks the
slops is about how much spit

- you can get to drip out of the nozzle...
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.

But it's really about
the brizzles flarps.

Yeah, you know, it sounds
wet, and that is what I like.

Please continue.

- (beeping)
- (whimpering)

- Sir, please let us help.
- Stay away from the blast zone.

Just five or six more
trips. Oh. Oh, no!

This is quite
enough, Lieutenant.

You will allow the
ensigns to assist you.

- (groaning)
- But I don't, uh...

(yelling)

- Whoa!
- It is admirable

that you care for the
safety of your team,

but danger is an accepted
risk of Starfleet duty.

No, I know. It's not that.

If you have not been
acting in their defense,

then what has caused your
unpredictable behavior?

(sighs)

Last week I was an
ensign with them,

and now, randomly, I'm supposed
to tell them what to do?

What gives me the
right to put my peers

in a position where
they could die?

Your promotion was not random.

I studied your records
and mission logs

before our departure.

The commander was
correct to promote you.

Your work is exemplary.

Look at your team.

- (grunting)
- They deserve your trust,

just as Commander
Ransom trusted you.

They could all have
greatness in them.

That remains to be seen,
but if you do not order them

to aid in the unloading
of these power cylinders,

we will all perish.

The files really said I'm great?

They thoroughly describe your
strengths and shortcomings.

You're right. I have to
let them do their jobs.

T'Lyn says I got to put you guys
in danger, so let's do this.

- (panting)
- That is not how

I would have
communicated the lesson.

Everybody up. We've
worked together for years.

I trust you. Big
Merp, you're with me.

We're unloading the transport.

Taylor and Meredith,
claim a terminal

and get those power
cylinders reattached.

Nobody's exploding today.

- On it, sir.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- (grunting)
- (beeping)

(whimpers)

Aah! Oh, no. Oh.

- (exclaims)
- Fiddle-de-dah!

(grunts, gasps)
No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, man, am I in the game?

Move along home.

- Allamaraine, count to four.
- (grunts)

But flizz bop is really
more of a bastardization

of modal skuzz. Uh, this
isn't boring, is it?

Boring? What? How could a
musical lecture be boring?

Okay, so...

BOTH: Allamaraine,
then three more.

- Allamaraine, if you can see.
- Allamaraine, then three more.

Faster, mother(bleep).

- Allamaraine.
- Allamaraine, you'll come with me.

Later, little girl.

(grunting)

Best of them was
probably Fats B'zirtak,

but he overdosed
on Ketracel-white.

Yeah, that (bleep)
will mess you up.

- You have progressed to...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, shap four.

Open the door, come on.

(sighing): Oh.

(beeping)

- Ha!
- (beep)

Got your ass!

DIRK: Which takes us up

- to 2380...
- Yeah. Yes.

- Well, I should probably get back to my room.
- What?

Migleemo's coming
over to help me

- sort through my trust issues.
- Oh. Wait!

Don't you want to list
some more stuff at me?

We can meet up after.
This has been fun.

(groans)

This looks dangerous.
Don't fall, Rutherford.

We got to! (screams)

(yells) Whoa! Wha...?!

- (grunts)
- What? Where am I?

Was that an entire
simulated life?

Sorry about that.

(crying): I miss my wife.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Who are your top three
sizzle horn players?

Stop if you like music!

- Ugh! Dirk, wait!
- Huh?

Someone told me there's no
difference between slop jazz

- and skuzz blues!
- What?!

Whoever told you that is a fool.

Oh, crap. I forgot. I'm
meeting Migleemo in his office.

Ha! I had no reason to
come back here for hours.

- (groans)
- (sighs)

- (groans) - Where are we
at with those cylinders?

- Complete!
- Complete!

Securing my final clamp!

Taylor, Merp, assume
the rotational stance.

- (rumbling)
- (gasps, yells)

- (grunts) I got this.
- (panting)

Rotate... now!

- Captain, power's up!
- Keep the engine running

- while I hack this megastructure.
- VEXILON: What happened?

Oh, no, did I shut down?
Oh, I'm a terrible host.

Vexilon, focus. I need you to
stop the planetary re-genesis

before we all get killed.

Yes, of course. I'm so sorry.
This is so embarrassing.

Hey, give me a sec.

BOIMLER: Great work, team.

Now let's get on the
shuttle before...

- (alarm sounding)
- Aah, the turbine's overheating!

Uh, Captain, we've
got a problem.

FREEMAN: We're almost
done. I need more time.

- Everyone out of here.
- No! We can help.

Ensign, the lieutenant
gave you an order.

Okay, almost... there.

Re-genesis is deactivating.

Lieutenant Boimler,
shut it down.

On it, Captain.

(gasping)

- Bradward, no!
- (crying) - (vomiting)

The lieutenant junior grade

first mission mortality
rate... appears to be accurate.

(gasps)

(thunder cracking)

Uh... hi?

(speaking Koala)

Aah! Get it off! Get
it off me! (coughing)

Holy (bleep), I can't
believe that worked.

Did we complete the mission?

Yes, you were the only fatality.

(groans) Yup, feels like it.

The captain believes the
updated operating system

will keep the population safe
for over a thousand years.

Your mission was a success.

Well done, Mr. Boimler.

You never forget
your first death.

Only more and more dangerous
missions from here on out.

(laughs)

Oh, come on, I just
revived him. Everybody out!

Give me 30cc's of whatever just
worked a (bleep) minute ago.

TENDI: I am so glad we didn't
get Dirk sucked into the game.

- The guy seems traumatized.
- He's working on it, though.

Under that grouchy exterior
is a guy just trying

- to find some peace.
- I wish he could find it

- without sending me all these jazz albums.
- (jazz playing)

I like them, and it's bugging
me. I am not a jazz person.

Ugh. I feel silly,

thinking a Starfleet officer
would ever haze someone.

Hmm. Sorry I ever brought it up.

Next time, we assume
the best in people.

Hear! Hear!

They bought the Wadi
game story, huh?

Oh, yeah. Told them I was
stuck in there for a month.

(laughs)

(quietly): Hey, little
guy. Go get Rutherford.

Aah! Lancelot! (whimpering)

Oh, new lieutenants
give me life.

RUTHERFORD: Good
weasel. Nice weasel.

(whimpering)

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