(dramatic music)
Narrator: In a galaxy where anything can happen,
one crew always rises to the challenge.
Then there's the U.S.S. Cerritos.
(everyone sighing in relief)
Rutherford: Spicy!
(intense music)
Mariner: Look at us.
Lower decks breaching protocol together.
Friendship!
Ransom: Starfleet isn't all about being fed fruit
by erotic aliens with slightly different nose ridges.
-: Ah! (alien hisses)
-: Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty.
-: It's on.
(alien roaring)
(Mariner yelling with effort)
Boimler: Uh, is it safe for us to be breathing that?
-: You look like a goddamn sea creature.
Freeman: What the (bleep) just happened?
(intense percussive music)
I have the best crew in the fleet
right here on the Cerritos.
-: What up, Migleemo? (Migleemo screeches)
Yikes.
-: I'm not Boimler.
I'm Anti-Grav Boy!
Protector of the lower decks!
Badgey: Fun fact! I'm gonna rip your eyes out.
Tendi: That fact wasn't fun!
-: Come on, baby.
Give Rutherford the juice!
-: Let's do this!
(grunting with effort)
(dramatic music)
(Shaxs yelling)
-: Ha-ha! This is the best day of my life!
T'Ana: Shut up! Don't move!
-: Computer, hit it! -: Hitting it.
Narrator: On September 7th...
-: (gasps) Oh my god, we get to do something on Voyager?
Narrator: Prepare to take adventure...
-: Ho-ho!
-: I'm getting a promotion?
-: As long as nothing goes sideways today.
-: But stuff always goes sideways!
Narrator: To a whole new level.
-: Moopsy!
-: Holy (bleep).
-: Run for your lives!
-: That should prove to be a disaster.
(dramatic music)
-: Oh god, it's on me!
-: Hell yeah.
-: To the Cerritos!
Everyone: Lower decks! Lower decks!
Narrator: "Star Trek: Lower Decks."
-: I promised myself I wouldn't get emotional.
Narrator: New season streaming September 7th
exclusively on Paramount+.