Narrator: At the edge of the universe
Freeman: Starfleet intercepted a distress call
command thinks could be related to the recent attacks.
Narrator: At the brink of destruction.
(people screaming)
Ransom: The attacks have all been non-Federation ships,
but now someone's targeting Starfleet.
Mariner: They're sending the Cerritos?
I guess we're finally getting some respect.
Boimler: Ah, oh man.
I have to start with holodeck waste removal.
Blech.
T'Lyn: Your odor will be repulsive.
Narrator: These are the voyages
of the crew of the starship Cerritos.
Tendi: We're all such a good team.
We finish each others'-
Rutherford: Diophantine equations.
(both laughing)
-: Don't get too used to this kind of work.
Promotions are coming up and I think you'll be very happy.
-: Wait, really?
-: As long as nothing goes sideways today.
(exciting music)
-: Mariner!
-: All good.
I love it, actually.
All part of the ambiance
Narrator: On September 7th.
-: Moopsy.
-: Holy (bleep).
Narrator: They will have one chance.
-: Wow.
-: We'll be friends no matter what our ranks are
and that's an order.
-: Yes ma'am.
Narrator: To prove that they can be more...
-: We've worked together for years.
I trust you.
Narrator: Than simply...
All: Lower Decks, Lower Decks.
(exciting music continues)
-: Slow down, slow down!
(exciting music continues)
-: Dude, this is nothing compared to, you know,
that Pike thing we aren't supposed to talk about.
Narrator: A new season of "Star Trek: Lower Decks".
-: Oh man.
Am I in the game?
-: Move along home.
Allamaraine, count to four.