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I'm gonna get

a big tattoo of a rusty
chain that goes from my leg

and wraps around up my neck.

You can't just get
a tattoo of a chain.

- You've got to earn it.
- I will when I take over a ship.

Come on, Risik.

We deliver fuel and
supplies to real pirates.

We're, like, pirate adjacent.

Right now I'm just
a plunder sorter,

but I'm capable of way more.

Sure you are. Trash barrel.

Hey, did you guys
see that Maleer got

big pieces of metal
attached to her head?

- No way.
- They look awesome.

She shaved off her hair
and now she has these, like,

gnarly bolts sticking out.

Whoa! Maybe I'll get
some of those, too.

How about you get an
original idea for once?

I'm stealing. Pirates steal.

I think that makes you
more of an Orion plagiarist.

Hailing frequency's
open, Captain.

Small vessel, power
down your engines

and we will board
you without violence.

We have dilithium to deliver.

- This will put us behind.
- Hush, Z'oto.

Let's have some fun for
once. They're right there.

Captain, the vessel's speed

- is decreasing.
- See?

This'll be a quick pillage.

- They're powering weapons!
- Raise shields.

Power relays are failing!

- Get them back online.
- Trying to reroute power.

How did they access our system?

And...

done! All
the diseases blocked by

the transporter biofilter
after last week's shore leave

have been cataloged.

Next up is... nothing?

That can't be right.

There's always something to do.

Well, one of the great things

about being a lieutenant JG

is it's actually possible
to finish your work.

We should do something fun!

Celebrating a lack
of purpose is illogical.

Hey, Ma. What up?

I have exciting news
for Lieutenant Tendi.

You've been granted leave
to visit your family on Orion,

effective immediately.

Wow. My family.

Apparently, your
sister is getting married.

- Congratulations.
- Wait, wedding, sister, parents?

Tendi, I-I'm sorry,
I'm freaking out...

This is more backstory
than I have ever been able

- to get out of you.
- That's okay,

Captain Freeman. I
don't need to go. I mean,

there's so much
work to catch up on.

Starfleet is eager

to demonstrate goodwill

after the recent
disappearance of an Orion ship.

Right. If it's
to help Starfleet,

I-I guess I could go.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Hey, you okay, D?

Yeah, I-I just haven't
been home in so long.

Plus, they want me
to be in the ceremony,

which means writing a speech.

And of course they'll
want photos of all of us

in our belly dancer outfits.

It is rare for outsiders
to observe Orion rituals.

May I accompany
you on this mission?

The High Council would
find my report enlightening.

What? No! I mean,

it's going to be super
unenlightening, actually.

Come on, dude,
T'Lyn's right. I mean,

nobody knows anything
about your culture.

I have put my foot
in my mouth enough

when it comes to Orion stuff.

We want to learn
about the real you.

But the real me is
just gonna be doing

a bunch of boring traditions.

Sounds awesome.
Plus, I'm sorry, I just...

I have to get away from
Boims and Rutherford.

Ever since they moved
in together, they're, like,

finishing each
other's sentences.

Their emotional
closeness is unpleasant.

- I don't know.
- Please.

Let me support my
number one Orion amiga.

Okay, sure. Why not?

Maybe it'll be good
for you guys to see

what my homeworld
is actually like.

Hell yeah. Triple
threat girls' trip.

I hope we will be allowed
to view their aquifers.

Ooh,
okay. T'Lyn getting rowdy.

Ooh, love the new
bedspread, roomie.

- Andorian linen?
- You know it, roomie.

- So breathable.
- So breathable.

It's like grandmama
Boimler used to say:

"A cool duvet keeps
the raisin rats away."

Speaking of sleep,
is there anything

I can do to improve yours?

I know sometimes I shift around

when I'm engineering
in my dreams.

Your squirming is so gentle.

It actually lulls
me to sleep faster.

Aw, roomie, your
presence comforts me, too.

I'm so glad we ended
up bunking together.

- Nothing can stop Brutherford!
- Brutherford!

Whoopsie-doopsie.

I was just gonna give our
bonsai here a little spritz.

I was, too. Lil Boney loves

a little watery hug
in the morning.

I've got an algorithm
which tells me exactly

how many ounces Lil Boney
needs for optimal health.

Yeah, but I've got a green thumb

from growing up on a
vineyard. You can't trust

an algorithm for
everything, right?

- Give me the mister.
- Nope.

- Give it to me.
- No!

- Give it to me!
- I said no, Mr. Rutherford!

I'm sorry. What?

You grew up in a castle,
like friggin' Billups?

Just a regular old
Orion upbringing.

- No fancy stuff.
- Halt!

Hiyah!

Get in the shuttle.

I'll hold them off while
you guys get airborne.

Greetings, Mistress.
May we take your bags?

Hi, Syraa. Yes, please.

Ooh, I am sorry about that.

I think we can
skip the sedan, if that's...

Whoop!

All right, we're getting
lugged by the big boys.

- Tendi, I'm sorry, are you loaded?
- No.

We're barely the fifth-largest
family in the Syndicate.

Orions downplay their wealth

while simultaneously
making a spectacle of it.

I mean, you don't

have to put that in
your report, do you?

Look, I am from a
post-scarcity world,

and this is still impressive.

Look at that big-ass gate!

N... I
mean, it's not that big.

D'Vana, my light in the
dark. Welcome home.

Mwah. Mwah.

Mariner, T'Lyn, meet my parents,

the Warrior Queen
Shona and B'Rt.

So, you do have
Starfleet friends.

I would say I've heard so
much about you, but, well,

Orions don't lie.

- You don't?
- No, we do all the time.

I can't stay silent any longer.

D'Vana, D'Erika's
been kidnapped.

What? No way.

Bridal kidnappings are
an Orion rite of passage.

Interesting.

I'm sure the rival family will
make their demands soon enough.

Brides are only
abducted after save-the-dates

and before the invitations.

This is far too late.

Mom, you're overreacting.

As prime daughter it's up to you

to rescue your sister.

What is a prime?

I don't know, but it
sounds cool as hell.

I concur.

You've turned your
back on our traditions.

So this wasn't an invitation.

You just wanted
me to rescue D'Erika.

Don't be dramatic. Of
course it's nice to see you.

There's also a box of stuff

we want you to get
out of the garage.

You have to save your sister.

Because you love her
or because this wedding's

just an excuse to
merge our house

with another Syndicate family?

Obviously both.

Fine.

I knew we could count on you.

To the oil baths.

Wow, everyone here really loves

getting carried
around on platters.

Who's ready for a very standard,

borderline boring
Orion rescue mission?

Let's do it. And then after,

maybe we do those oil
baths I keep hearing about.

I've never asked
you for anything!

I've never asked
you for anything, too.

Aah!

You misted me.

It just went off in my hand.

We have the holodeck reserved.

How about we go have
some fun, and then after,

maybe we'll get along better.

What in
the Sam Hill are you a-wearing?

I thought I was
supposed to be Twain.

- I
- say you are incorrect, sir.

I believe we decided
I would be Twain.

Twin Twains?
That dog won't hunt.

Mr. Clemens?

- That's me.
- No, I'm Twain.

Switch costumes, you
ignominious pretender.

You're more stubborn
than a senate mule.

- Grits, grits, grits!
- Tarnation!

- Fancy pants, big-city lawyer.
- I say you are incorrect, sir.

I fail to understand why
we must wear this attire

when we are clearly not Orions.

The material is inefficient.

I know the uniform
is more comfortable,

but Slit Throat has a
dress code.

You know, got to respect
that they didn't even pretend

to add a pun in there.

It shows strength. I like it.

We're just gonna grab
some info and be on our way.

Sure, but how
the hell are we getting in there?

- Let us in.
- Get in line.

Mistress of the
Winter Constellations!

I didn't realize!
Please don't flay me.

H-he's just kidding.
I would never flay.

I owe you an eternal
debt of gratitude.

My grandchildren
will sing of this day.

Tendi.

Shame on you for not
bringing me here before now.

Are we gonna talk about how
everyone's in awe of Tendi?

She does command
an unexpected gravitas

for someone so excitable.

It's on the house, Mistress.

And that is from the Madame.

Mariner!

All good.

I love it, actually.
All part of the ambience.

Here for payback, D'Vana?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Madame G.

I'm just here looking for my sister.

Bridal kidnappings are so gaudy.

I thought the Tendis had class.

I don't care what you
think, just what you know.

I've heard some whispers,

but you'll have to earn them.

Please, can we not?

Has Starfleet softened you?

Yes. I love being soft.

Tendi, how are you so good at
the murder-bug drinking game?

I don't know.
It's my first time.

Guess I'm just a natural.

Nya'al is still in
love with D'Erika.

Everyone knows it.

So you're saying he's to blame?

Bridenappings are for
show. But if it was Nya'al,

D'Erika could
really be in trouble.

- Let's get moving.
- Let's get brunch

- while you're in town, girl.
- For sure.

There is no way I'm calling her.

And you, sir, are as clever

as an alley cat
on his tenth life.

- I
- am but a humble crumb

on the biscuit of your wit, sir.

I say, I can't believe
two charming devils

such as ourselves
were ever at odds,

my identical friend.

Yeah. For some
reason, when we're both Mark Twain,

we seem to be able to
really find common ground

without any lingering resentment.

I mean,

to paraphrase
the old rail-splitter,

a house divided in
Twain cannot stand.

Okeydokey.

It would be my honor if
you would mist the bonsai

on odd stardates, my
doppleganging devil.

And you, sir, shall
have the evens.

Lieutenants Boimler and Rutherford

report to the bridge.

I say, we're on the way, sir.

Computer, arch.

Why are vests so complicated?

So, Tendi,
would you like to talk

about how you totally
whupped ass back there?

Yeah, sorry about that.

High school friendships
always age weird, you know?

This next place will
be way more chill.

Fascinating. Orions
attend secondary education.

Yeah. I wasn't going to
get into Starfleet Academy

because I can
tie a lot of knots.

How many knots can you tie?

Hey, I, who cares?
We've all tied some knots.

Knots are fun.

Ooh, pretty nice hump dungeon.

I think they have one
of these in New Seattle.

These are pretty
common on Orion.

The males appear
to be under some sort

of chemical manipulation,

perhaps controlled
by pheromones.

- Don't log that.
- Yeah, Tendi's made it clear

that Starfleet made
those pheromones up.

I mean, they had to
explain why a captain

would get taken out by
some Orion showgirls.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

Blast me with more 'mones.

Technically, I
said that not all Orions

control men with pheromones.
Some of us definitely do,

just not me.

Nya'al!

Get back here!

Nya'al's got some
speed for being

a big ol' hunk of ham steak.

He is aesthetically pleasing.

Mistress,

I swear I know nothing.

I'm just a 'monehead.

I spend all day and night
hopped up on the stink.

So what's gonna spill first...
Your mouth or your guts?

I heard that in a holo-movie.

D'Vana?

Why are you threatening
one of my most obedient boys?

Relax, have a
drink, get lascivious.

I'm not interested in any of
the sexy nonsense, Ingreeta.

I'm here for D'Erika's ex.

Pity. The D'Vana I know

would never turn
down a cage shower.

She's kidding.
Tell them you're kidding.

It never mattered that she
didn't have the pheromones.

She didn't need it.

Men would simply
fall at her feet, stricken.

You stricked people?

Are all pheromonal Orions
naturally manipulative

or is it specific to this woman?

How dare you judge me, Vulcan?

What are the odds?

Are-Are you seeing this?

You can't come into my
scentuary and insult me.

Prepare to face
my thrall. Kill her.

Tendi, look out for the hunks!

Man, another pheromone dungeon?

Wh-What did you do to him?

Just a little
compound I mixed up

to counteract the
effects of the pheromone.

Would be a pity if I dispersed
the whole bottle in here.

Don't! All I have is my stink.

Nya'al, tell her what you know.

I've been a mess since
D'Erika got engaged,

but all I did was give
myself over to the 'mones.

Sometimes I follow her and
watch wistfully from a distance.

Last time, she was
just wandering around

the ship graveyard.

All right, that makes sense.
You're a good guy, Nya'al.

You should go home.

I will.

Stop groveling.

- Lick my foot.
- Yes, ma'am.

Dude, your 'stache.

With all due respect, Coqqor,

you have no
claim to this sector.

That nebula is ours to scan.

No. Your vessel will interfere
with our data gathering.

We can power down
systems or share the data...

We don't trust Starfleet data.

- It's too nuanced and thorough.
- I'm sorry,

but analyzing that
nebula is my mission.

Are you willing to die for it?

If we can't resolve this
the nebula will phase shift

and neither of us
will get to scan it.

Then so it shall be!

Close channel.

This is a
once-in-a-lifetime chance

to scan an oscillating nebula.

There has to be something we
can do to find common ground

without any
lingering resentment.

Captain?

There is one thing.

What?

Why am I wearing
this itchy hair hat?

Is this it?

No. You have to
talk to each other.

Thank you, Captain,

for agreeing to do... this.

No, you have to do the accent.

I say,

my-my good creature,

the moral arc
of history is a m...

What the hell am I
supposed to say, Lieutenant?

Homespun aphorisms
about compromise.

Okay, maybe you try
that in a Southern accent.

I am from South Chalnoth.

That was a Southern accent.

Whoa!

What the hell made you two think

- this would work?
- We-we were arguing a lot

and we both dressed
like Mark Twain.

Something about
us talking old-timey

helped us figure out who
should water our bonsai.

What is bonsai?

Watch out.

There's a loose
panel over there.

Curious. You seem
familiar with this location,

yet it appears to be abandoned.

D'Erika and I used to sneak
away here when we were little.

There! That was
one of our favorites.

I loved pretending I was
off-planet, exploring space.

Doing anything
other than pirating.

Guys, I have to come
clean about something.

I wasn't just a regular
Orion teenager.

- I was trained to be a Syndicate assassin.
- Tendi, yeah,

we know, girl.
You can't just say

you're joking around
when you kick-flip a knife

- out of the air.
- Your upbringing was quite obvious.

I just hate that you guys
had to see the real me.

Tends, the real you is the one

who geeks out about
science on the Cerritos.

But I'm a prime, you know?
A... a trained assassin.

It's-it's the most
piratey someone can be.

Incorrect. You are
who you choose to be.

A Starfleet lieutenant
and a loyal friend.

Don't worry, we
know you're a big nerd

and not some hot assassin.

That is the nicest thing

anyone's ever said to me.

It's so weird to be here.

This is where I told my sister
that I was joining Starfleet.

More like where you decided
to abandon your family.

D'Erika?!

- Hey, we did it. Case closed.
- You kidnapped yourself.

Wow, did Starfleet teach you
those amazing detective skills?

Was this just to get me to
show up for the wedding?

I would have just come.

Classic D'Vana...

Always assuming it's about you.

Ha, ha. Nope. I'm gonna
stand way over here.

Fascinating. Orions primarily

resolve disputes
through violence.

No, no, that is not true.

D'Erika, please, can
we just talk about this?

I'll let my blade
do the talking.

Come on!

D'Erika, don't stab my friends.

What are you gonna do about it?

Teach you how to
respect your prime.

Yes, yes. Beautiful.

We love it, too.
Super hard to raise.

Yeah, he's
basically a son to us.

Every day we have to make sure

he gets just the
right amount of...

Now I'm thirsty for mist.

I'm sated. You may
inspect the nebula.

But pray I don't change my mind.

Yes, yes, you are
very intimidating.

Thank you.

- Lil Boney.
- Lil Boney.

I don't get it.

Why do this? Why
kidnap yourself?

Because I knew
it was the only way

to get you to come home.

You didn't invite me.

Would you have even come?

You haven't been
home once since you left.

Yeah, I've kind of
been busy. Hiyah!

With what... scanning?

Why is Starfleet so
obsessed with scanning?

To learn stuff!

You abandoned me for science.

Don't.

You were trained from birth

to be the Tip of
the Moonlit Blade,

the greatest duty
of the Mistress

of the Winter Constellations.

I didn't ask for that.

Neither did I.

You forced this on
me without asking.

Running to Starfleet
was your choice,

but it meant all your
duties fell on me.

I had to train, I had
to be the Mistress.

I had to drop my whole life
to become the new prime.

You're right. I should have
talked to you before I left

instead of just assuming
you'd want to take my place.

I'm sorry.

Of course I wanted
to take your place.

But I'm no D'Vana Tendi.

Once I'm married,
people are going to see

that I'm a pale comparison.

Are you kidding me?

The only reason I felt
comfortable leaving

was because I knew you
would be better at it than me.

You just kicked my butt.
You're an amazing prime.

I guess I
did kick it a little bit.

A lot a bit.

D'Erika, I always loved science.

That was my path.

This is yours.

Yeah, lady, if you're worried
about not being a badass,

I have some good news for you.

I, too, was alarmed by
your combat abilities.

You really think I can do this?

You absolutely belong
on the Crime Throne.

That means a lot.
What time is it?

The bridal procession
is scheduled to begin

in under two hours.

We are never going
to make it back in time.

I might not be a pirate,

but I've rerouted my fair
share of EPS conduits.

Who wants to
hotwire a stolen ship?

- I do not.
- Stop, stop, stop. We're in.

See?

Sometimes being an
Orion pirate isn't so bad.

Yeah, it does come in handy.

I know you're turning
in your observations

to the High Council but
maybe could you leave off

some of the stabbings?

Curious. My report appears
to have been damaged.

Orion culture will have
to remain undocumented.

But why?

A report without
the subject's consent

would be unethical.

- No!
- I think the plasma manifold just ruptured.

We're losing altitude.

The goddess
chooses our fates now!

Mom, Dad, found her!

Sorry, sorry, had
to steal a ship.

My special girls.

Accomplices.

He looks radiant.

That's when I got stabbed
in the shoulder

during the daddy-daughter
dagger dance.

This is when
we encountered a priest

- with an eight-pack.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh!

And, this is when D'Erika

swung her husband
across the threshold.

Yeah, well, our bonsai
got gobbled up by a Chalnoth.

Yeah, yeah,
a-and the captain forbid us

from playing Mark Twain
on the holodeck.

Are you guys jealous?
It was just a wedding.

Why would we ever want to go
to an awesome pirate wedding

on a planet
nobody ever gets to see?!

Aw, sorry you can't
release some of this anger

with Mr. Clemens.

Shockingly, it's not
the universal problem solver

- we thought it was.
- Yeah, but we've got it covered.

Ooh, like, today
we were arguing about whether

to hang an oil painting
of the Enterprise-D

or watercolor
of the Enterprise-D.

Well, you guys just
talked about your feelings

with honesty, right?

Yeah, I guess we could try that.

Shall we go with an acrylic
of the D, Mozart?

An exceptional
compromise, Mozart.

Then let us tickle the ivories.

Dang, this thing
is really hard to play.

Chirp.

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