[Bridge]

DAL [OC]: Captain's log, stardate... I don't know. Janeway thinks we're cadets. She told me to log whatever my crew has been up to, but there's not much to report. Since we almost flew directly into a dying star, Janeway thought it might be nice to teach us some basics on how to pilot a starship.
POG: (was snoring) Huh? Uh...
DAL [OC]: And she taught us the wonders of autopilot.
ROK: No! Bad Murf! You do not do that in the bridge!
DAL [OC]: She also trained us how to plot a course to avoid anything that might try to hurt us... like Our Diviner, who's probably not pleased we took his daughter. The more distance we put between us and Tars Lamora, the better. But big picture, as long as our course is set to avoid any trouble, we shouldn't have any. Right?

[Brig]

COMPUTER: Proximity alert.
GWYN: Huh?

[Bridge]

DAL: Janeway, enough with the alarm. What's going on?
POG: Has the Diviner found us? Oh, we're dead.
JANEWAY: I don't have any record of a Diviner, but for the time being, we're fine. Our sensors have discovered this uncharted M-Class planet in the Hirogen System. We should check it out.
DAL: M-Class? Urgh. Not for my crew. We all deserve A-Class planets.
JANEWAY: Actually, M-Class planets are suitable for life. Readings suggest this one is rich in some kind of cilium-like vegetation with elevated thoron emissions, though no sentient lifeforms. It's protocol for Federation ships to explore new worlds and document their findings, and since you are cadets...
ZERO: We get to go there and explore it?
POG: Ah, finally! A break from you dum-dums!
ROK: Wow, wow, wow! Does this mean we can get off the ship, Dal?
DAL: Sure, it might be nice to stay somewhere awhile. Catch some rays, take a cool dip. Oh, and let Our Diviner catch us. No, we're not going, and there's nothing any of you can say to talk me into it.
JANEWAY: Then I will be forced to report your non-compliance to Starfleet.
DAL: Know what? Good point. No need to get the adults involved. We'll go. Let's just make it snappy.
ROK: Our first away mission!
(Later, descending througn the clouds.)
ALL: Ooh. Whoa.
ROK: It's so green.
DAL: Janeway, er, taught you how to land this thing, right?
ZERO: I'm trying to concentrate. Would you be quieter? Oh! Whoa.
(Protostar thumps down on a single landing gear and stops short of a cliff.)
ZERO: Perfect.

[Brig]

(Handcuffing Gwyn.)
ROK: Sorry, it's a short stop, but we can't let you get out again.
DAL: That oughta hold you, this time.
GWYN: Whatever happened to under different circumstances, we could've been friends?
DAL: I'll bring you back a souvenir.

[Equipment area?]

JANEWAY: These are your tricorders, useful for data sensing, analysing, and recording your findings. I've enabled them to track locations.
ROK: Ooo.
POG: Wow.
ZERO: Interesting. Mine has already detected a gas sample.
POG: Guilty.
ZERO: Ah, the joys of being non-corporeal.
DAL: Is this some sort of disruptor?
JANEWAY: A Federation Type 1 Phaser, only to be used in an emergency.
(Dal and Pog do pretend gun fight. Pog shoots himself.)
JANEWAY: But it'd be helpful if they were pointed in the right direction.
ZERO: Oh, wow.
JANEWAY: Don't worry, that's why the defaults are set to stun.

[Cargo bay]

DAL: And what is that?
(An all-terrain vehicle.)
JANEWAY: The Runaway. Accelerated ion propulsion, tritanium chassis, holosteering, and my favourite, hold-on-to-your-butts grab handles.
DAL: Aren't you glad I ordered us off the ship?
POG: Wow. Oh, is that leather?
ZERO: Check it out, impulse steering.
ROK: There's only four seats. You're not coming?
(Rear ramp lowers.)
JANEWAY: I wish I could, but holograms can't leave the ship. Don't feel bad. Murf will keep me company. Now go. Explore, collect your samples, and meet back in an hour. But more importantly...
(Pog has grabbed and donned a spacesuit.)
ZERO: Oh, finally.
ROK: We'll be back.
POG: Jankom goes first!
JANEWAY: ..look out for each other.

[Planet surface]

DAL: Whoa.
ROK: Wow.
ZERO: If I had a breath, it would be taken away.
POG: Thought this place was supposed to be beautiful.
ROK: Janeway said it's safe to breathe.
POG: It's an alien world where who knows what could happen? Jankom says the suit stays on.
ZERO: Fascinating. There are no nutrients in the soil but such an abundance of flora. Dal, how could this be? Dal?
DAL: Whoa! Yeah!
(Dal drives off in the Runaway.)
POG: What are you doing?
DAL: You guys get samples! Meet you back at the ship! (laughs)
ZERO: That is not very practical.
POG: Dal! Dal!
ROK: But I thought we were going on an adventure together. Guys? Guys?
POG: Jankom Pog is hungry.
ROK: Ooh. Pretty.
(Tendrils start moving.)

[Brig]

(Murf trills at Gwyn.)
GWYN: You're smarter than you look.
(Then chases off after a polygonal bot.)
GWYN: Maybe not.
(Gwyn concentrates, and her fancy sword makes its way to her. She leaves her handcuffs behind as she exits the brig.)

[Corridor]

(Gwyn cuts the bot in half.)
GWYN: Eat up, Murf. We're gonna have some fun.

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: Stop. Whatever you're planning to do... I'm starting to think you weren't just locked up for space flu. If you think you're going to fly out of here, I want you to know you've already been locked out of all ship controls and... Wait. How did you...?
GWYN: All this time, my father taught me starship mechanics, astrophysics, linguistics, information technology, and I never questioned why. He was preparing me for this ship.

[Planet surface]

JANEWAY [OC]: Janeway to Captain R'El, your prisoner is loose and trying to steal the Protostar. Captain. Captain, do you read me?
(But Dal is out of the Runaway and cannot hear her.)
DAL: Whoa.

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: I can't let you take the ship.
GWYN: I am reclaiming it for my father.
JANEWAY: This starship belongs to the United Federation of... (glitch) Which you now have full command access to. How can I be of service?
GWYN: Send a message.

[REV-12]

DREDNOK: Young progeny, we have been looking for you.
GWYN [on screen]: I'm in the Hirogen Star System. I need to talk to Our Diviner. I have control of the Protostar.

[Planet surface]

(A signal on the tricorder suddenly vanishes.)
ZERO: How curious. Even more curious.
(It flies into a maze.)
POG: Huh?
(Meanwhile Pog is in a jungle that gives off green gas.)
POG: Ah, ah. That smell. Oh, can't be. Huh? Janeway said no one lived here. Jankom Pog can't wait to tell her she's wrong.
(He enters a spherical structure where a pot is boiling on a stove.)
POG: Er, hello! Oh! Just like the stew on the Tellar Sleeper Ship. Ah, ah. (removes helmet) One bite can't hurt, right?
(Elsewhere, amongst strange trees.)
ROK: Ooo, a lifeform. Oops. Just me.
(She sees a small purple bouncy being.)
ROK: That's weird. Still says there's only one of us here. Don't be scared, little guy. I won't hurt you. Hmm? You're not scared. You wanna play, don't you?
(Lots more purple bouncies turn up.)
ROK: Oh, my gosh! Coochie-coo, you're adorable!
(They jump all over her.)
ROK: Stop it!
(In the maze.)
ZERO: Most curious of all. The engine of our ship. What is it doing down here?
(Then the maze closes if off.)
(Dal is zooming around in the Runaway.)
DAL: Whoo-hoo!
(Then he sees two figures just standing there, stops and gets out.)
DAL: Hello? It can't be. Hello!
JANEWAY: You yearn to see your parents, yet you don't remember what they looked like. Can you believe this place? I could stay here forever. Couldn't you?
DAL: Janeway said she can't leave the ship.
JANEWAY: You're too smart for your own good.
DAL: (draws phaser) If you're not Janeway, then who are you?
JANEWAY: Consider me a representative.
(Scans her.)
DAL: I was told there's no intelligent life here.
JANEWAY: Life is everywhere. We have the ability to see what you want and give it to you. We also sense your fear. You can stop running. The Diviner won't find you here. We can protect you. But you have to stay.
DAL: Thanks, weird lady. Sounds like a sweet offer.
JANEWAY: Stay.
(She grows tentacles or roots.)
JANEWAY: Stay.
(She dives into the ground and comes back up in front of him.)
JANEAY: Stay!
(Dal fires his phaser, jumps over the writhing roots, gets into the Runaway and flees.)
DAL: Janeway!

[Bridge]

DAL [OC]: Dal to Zero. We have got to get off this planet pronto. Do you...?
(Gwyn turns off the comms.)
JANEWAY: The ship is prepared for takeoff, but as your training advisor I must remind you, a Starfleet officer never abandons her crew.
GWYN: They're not my crew. Computer, initiate liftoff. Full thrusters. Computer, stand by to retract landing gear. Ah! What was that? Report.
JANEWAY: The landing struts are obstructed.
(The roots pull Protostar back down.)

[Planet surface]

ZERO: Oh, you are a mystery. What does it mean?
(It reaches out. Meanwhile - )
DAL: Rok! Jankom! Can anyone hear me?
(The tricorder picks up a target.)
DAL: I hope that's one of us.
(He grabs Zero before it's completely engulfed.)
DAL: Ah! Got you.
ZERO: Dal? What happened? How did you... Oh!
(They see Protostar being covered in roots.)
DAL: Time to go. Hold-on-to-your-butt grab handles!
(The roots give chase.)
ZERO: The maze, it's sealing us in! This planet is remarkable! It acts as one superorganism, luring and consuming its prey for nutrients.
DAL: You mean it wants to eat us.
ZERO: Eat us? It shows us what we want by fabricating our desires onto its cilium. It's quite wondrous!
DAL: It's also trying to eat us. Hold on.
ZERO: Rok should be just over this hill.
(They get out of the Runaway.)
ZERO: I can hear her. She's laughing.
ROK: Stop it.
(They are standing by a mass of roots.)
DAL: Rok! Rok! Wake up!
ROK: Aren't they cute? Their kisses are so wet!
DAL: Wake up!
ROK: Coochie-coo. You're adorable. I love you.
(Zero throws a rock at her.)
ROK: Mmm! Huh?
(She breaks free.)
ROK: Where'd they go? They liked me.
ZERO: They were not real.
ROK: I don't like this place. I wanna go back to the ship.
ZERO: Not without Jankom.
(In the sphere.)
POG: What?
(And driving off in Runaway.)
POG: But... but... But it tasted so real!
ZERO: The spores we came into contact with clouded our minds and senses.
DAL: Hold on!
POG: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Why was Jankom rescued last?
(At the Protostar, Gwyn has been cutting roots with her sword.)
SOLUM: My progeny.
GWYN: How did you get here so fast?
SOLUM: I was impatient to see you.
GWYN: You're out of your chamber.
SOLUM: Would you deny me the joy of seeing you alive and well?
GWYN: I'm sorry. I meant... I am pleased, Our Diviner. We should go.
SOLUM: Let us remain here for a moment longer.
GWYN: But the others are coming. I've given you your ship.
SOLUM: You've done well, my progeny. My Gwyndala, I am proud of you.
(He opens his arms for a hug.)
GWYN: You are not my father.
(He grows roots.)
SOLUM: Stay! Stay!
(Gwyn runs in and closes the ramp.)
ZERO: There it is! The Protostar! Janeway, if you can hear me, prep the Protostar for takeoff!
(The nacelles light up.)
DAL: Great! We're coming in hot. No! No! No, not that hot! I said prep the Protostar, not fly away!

[Bridge]

(The ship is straining against the roots.)
GWYN: Come on, Gwyn, you can do this.
JANEWAY: The nacelles are entangled. Cilia has infiltrated the ventral superstructure. Command-and control systems are offline.
COMPUTER: All systems are critical. Prepare to abandon ship.
GWYN: I do not accept! My father needs this ship.
JANEWAY: You can't break free. This ship is going down, and if you don't find a way off, you're going down with it. Get out of here!
COMPUTER: All systems are critical. Prepare to abandon ship. Ten seconds to emergency engine shutdown.

[Shuttlebay]

GWYN: The shuttlecraft.
COMPUTER: Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four.
(Murf is stuck between some crates.)

[Planet surface]

(The gang see the shuttlecraft fly out, and Protostar thud to the ground behind the hills. Then the shuttlecraft crashes. They drive over and get out.)
ROK: Gwyn!
DAL: You stranded us all.
(She has rescued Murf.)