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Previously on Star Trek: Lower Decks. ..

[Rutherford] Ooh! I got it.
One illegal virus.

But someone has to take it to the ship!

[Mariner] But who's small enough
to go undetected?

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!

-[Shaxs] Eat this!
-[Rutherford] No, no, no.

Whoa! They wanted me to do that?
Yeah... [scoffs]...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.

"Be a hero, Peanut Hamper."

"The needs of many, Peanut Hamper."

"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?

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.

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.

[screams] Drookmani scavengers!

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?

The space box has awoken!

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 reason...

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.

Everyone has been wondering
who my secret guest is.

It is time to get them used to a stranger.

Morning, Skaf.

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.

My God! It's just a replicator. Relax.

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!

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 ways...

...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.

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.

Straw? You guys
haven't even invented tile yet?

This is the way it has always been.

Well, the next time it rains...

...it's just gonna collapse
like it always has--

Whoa! [stammers]
Watch where you put those claws!

[shushes] Sky snake.

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.

Ha! See? With a little techno-help,

I've got twice as much milk
blasted out of this thing.

[shouts] Hey! [grunts] Stop!

A little help here? [shouts]

[Virao] Rawda!

-[Virao] Rawda!
-Ow! Ow! Stop!

It's your father.
He was bitten by a sky snake.

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!

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!

-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?

Peanut Hamper, you are incredible!

Ah! Mmm. Oh!

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!

[stammers] You scared the living [bleep]
out of me!

Never do that again.

Oh, you're still going, huh?

[Peanut Hamper] It's peaceful up here.

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.

But our pieces are so different.

[breathing heavily] Yours are complicated.

-But how will we--
-We're just gonna have to wing it.

I never thought I could feel this alive
with a-- a...

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.

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!

-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.

The primitives resist!

Little ones, come on.

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!

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.

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?

Here goes everything!

Uh, the engines are overloading!
What the [bleep] is going on?

No!

No! Peanut Hamper!

No!

Wait. Look!

Peanut. You did it. You saved us all.

Pretty good for a space box, huh?

[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, Peanut...

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!

[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.

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, Peanut...

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.

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.

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]

Ancestors, why have you forsaken us?

Kaltorus, look!

They've heard your prayers!

Wait, is that Peanut Hamper?

For the flock!

Emergency transport!

The Areore must protect their way of life.

We can live how we desire.

Henceforth, we turn our backs on fear!

You are ready to lead, my son.

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?

Stop that. Don't touch me.

Resistance is futile! Resistance is futi--

You think this is bad?
A room full of awesome robots?

I love it here!
Not an organic to be found!

I am I -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.

Peanut Hamper, is it?

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.

No, stop it! You stop laughing with us!

Nobody invited you guys. Stop!

Pew pew! Pew, pew, pew! Pew pew!

Chirp.