[Planet surface]

DAL: What did you do?
GWYN: I think I broke my leg.
ZERO: A compound fracture specifically.
DAL: I mean the ship. You tried to steal our ship.
GWYN: You mean the one you stole first?
POG: She makes a good argument.
DAL: Oh really, now you're taking her side?
ROK: At least she saved Murf. It's okay, Murf. You don't need to be scared. I'll protect you.
JANEWAY [on screen]: Janeway to crew. Do you read me?
DAL: We hear you, Janeway. Is the ship okay?
JANEWAY [OC]: The Protostar landed safely, 10 kilometres away from your current position. I'm activating a beacon that will lead you to the ship.

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: Diagnostics show minor damage... Computer, aft view on screen.
(Roots climbing over the nacelles.)
JANEWAY: This ship is about to be the planet's main course. I'll hold off these vines as best I can, but I suggest you get here on the double.

[Planet surface]

DAL: Copy that, Janeway. Dal out. Everyone, to the Runaway.
POG: Er, about that...
(Roots pull the Runaway over the cliff.)
DAL: Aw... you gotta be kidding me!
ZERO: The planet seems to have given up luring us to stay and has resorted to more direct methods.
ROK: 10 kilometres just got a whole lot further.
DAL: Then we'd better get a move on, 'cause if this planet eats our ship, we're next.
ROK: What about her?
DAL: She's the reason we're in this mess. Don't let her slow us down.
(Gwyn can't stand up.)
GWYN: I can look after myself.
(She concentrates, and her sword morphs into a splint strong enough for her enough to limp along. Later, night.)
ZERO: The Protostar is beyond those hills.
ROK: I'm freezing.
POG: It's safe to breathe, Jankom Pog. You won't need that suit, Jankom Pog. Ha ha ha ha! Who's laughing and breathing now, nice and toasty on Murder Planet?
MURF: Pffft!
ROK: Ooo. Since we found this planet first, do we get to name it? Can we call it Larry?
DAL: I vote we call it Let's-not-visit-M-Class-planets-again.
ZERO: Technically, it's not a planet, but a sentient life form. Perhaps I could ask its name? No, it just wants to eat us.
POG: Murder Planet it is.
ROK: Aw. I really liked Larry.
GWYN: Shh. Quiet.
DAL: Excuse me. No one's talking to you.
GWYN: No. Listen.
(Whispering voices)
DAL: Hmm. Er...
POG: Oh, a sound Jankom does not like.
DAL: It's just the wind.
GWYN: But I don't feel any wind.
POG: Oh, no. Where did the hills go?
ZERO: Hmm. Must have gotten turned around. Ah, this way.

[Bridge]

JANEWAY: Computer, close shuttle bay doors.
COMPUTER: Acknowledge. Warning. Primary and secondary power offline. Emergency reserves at 80%.
JANEWAY: Pesky vines are wrapping into the plasma coils. No crew, no weapons, just access to non-essential systems. Think. What would the real Janeway do? She would clean the house. Computer, activate photonic ship scrubbers, full disinfection mode.
(The little bots fly around outside zapping the roots.)
JANEWAY: That ought to do the trick. Now what?
COMPUTER: Warning. Power reserves at 50%.
JANEWAY: Computer, display all active systems of the Protostar. Something's using a lot of power. Ah, here's the culprit. Gravimetric Protostar Containment? Why don't I have any record of this system? Computer, shut it down.
COMPUTER: Access denied. The Gravimetric Protostar Containment is a high-priority system requiring command-level authorisation.
JANEWAY: Not even from a former captain?
COMPUTER: Negative. Well, if we're playing hardball, shut down food replicators and we'll go from there.

[Planet surface]

(A plant snaps at Pog.)
POG: Oh!
ROK: Urgh. Are we there yet?
ZERO: The ship is 10 kilometres away.
DAL: You said 10 kilometres 10 kilometres ago!#. Oh... ah... Whoa! Did you see that? The hills moved.
POG: Pfft. Hills don't move.
ZERO: They do here. The planet has been terraforming around us.
ROK: It's trying to scare us?
GWYN: No. Terraforming. It means the planet is changing. Usually to become more habitable, but in this case it's sending us in circles.
(Roots reach for them.)
POG: Oh, boy.
DAL: Who's there? What's that?
(He grabs Zero and uses it as a searchlight.)
ZERO: I don't know how to feel in this moment, but I'm happy to help.
DAL: If the planet can make our dreams come true, what about our nightmares?
POG: Whoa!
ROK: A Watcher!
POG: Oh good, ha ha, you're seeing what Jankom's seeing.
DAL: Fire phasers! Stupid stun setting.
ZERO: Now how do I turn this on? Do I just point it there?
DAL: Ah! Would you give me that?
ZERO: I would have hit it eventually.
ROK: If you count three backwards, you wake up from a nightmare.
DAL: Phasers aren't working!
(Gwen wraps stretchy fabric round a broken piece of root.)
POG: What are you doing? This isn't the time for arts and crafts.
ROK: Jankom! Gwyn, what are you doing?
(Gwyn uses a phaser to set fire to the fabric, then throws it at a root. It burns.)
POG: Ha ha! Great idea, Gwyn.
(So does everything around them.)
POG: Ah! Terrible idea, Gwyn.
(Trees fall. They run to a cliff.)
ROK: What do we do now?
GWYN: We jump.
(She leads, they follow, and all survive unscathed.)
DAL: Jankom, you win. Murder Planet is a pretty fitting name for this place.
GWYN: It hasn't murdered us yet.
ROK: Yeah. If it weren't for you, we'd be goners.
POG: Jankom Pog never doubted Gwyn.
ZERO: The Diviner's daughter is an excellent shot. We owe you one.
DAL: Hang on a sec. If it weren't for Gwyn, we'd still have our ship. Ow!
ZERO: Ooo. Oh my. Acid rain. A novel means for the planet's digestion. Perhaps we should...
DAL: Find cover!
ROK: Will that work?

[Ship wreckage]

POG: Not as good as sleeper ship stew, but these Klingon rations are still better than eating mud. Oh, Jankom Pog didn't realise how much he missed home till he got here.
ROK: When all of those cute little fuzzy creatures surrounded me, they weren't afraid of how I looked. I wanted it to be real, but it wasn't.
ZERO: At first I was confused why our engine's device was at the centre of the maze. But after hearing about all your experiences, I now understand this place was using my obsession to answer that riddle in hope to keep me here forever.
POG: Dal, you never told us what you saw.
ZERO: He wanted to see his family, but he didn't know who they were.
POG: Ah.
DAL: Here. I'm not hungry.
POG: It's not that bad.
(Dal leaves his bowl of gagh and finds a blade to bash against the floor plates.)
GWYN: It's called a Mek'leth. It's a Klingon weapon. If warriors didn't make it off this planet, it doesn't bode well for us.
DAL: You know, for the record, I don't care about my parents.
GWYN: You didn't say you did.
DAL: All my life, people ask me what species I am. As if... if I give it a name, they'd treat me differently. Usually, I make something up 'cause really, who would know? But just once, instead of being asked, I just wish someone out there could tell me.
GWYN: You want something that no one can give you. And I want something I may never get.
DAL: So that thing... you, like, control it with your mind? Cool.
GWYN: An heirloom. The only thing my father ever gave me.
DAL: Who uses an unfinished escape shuttle to jump out of a moving starship? Thought I was the one who didn't think ahead. Ha ha.
GWYN: I can't believe there are so many stars.
DAL: See that cluster in the line of stars to the left? It looks like...
GWYN: Like a constipation.
DAL: Constellation. Constipation is what we'll both have after eating Jankom's stew.
GWYN: Aw, now there's one less star for us to look at.
DAL: Least the others are staying put.
GWYN: What is it?
DAL: Stars can't move.
GWYN: The stars are fixed points. We can follow them right to the ship.
DAL: We've gotta tell the others.

[REV-12]

DREDNOK: The coordinates your Progeny provided have led us to this M-Class planet. Systems detect the Protostar.
SOLUM: Take us into orbit. Beam us down at once.

[Planet surface]

DAL: Captain's log... ahem... supplemental. Even though this planet tried to trip us up, we've almost reached the Protostar by following the stars, which was my brilliant idea with a little assist.
ZERO: The Protostar is just through these woods.
POG: (waving a mek'leth) Yeah. Come on, let's keep moving.
ROK: Is that...
ZERO: Oh, no.
POG: Ho, ho, ho, Murder Planet. You got us again. Which one of you guys thought up this idiot?
(A honking great laser gun sends the mek'leth flying.)
POG: Never mind. He's real!
DREDNOK: Well done, young Progeny. You led us right to them.
DAL: You knew they were coming.
DREDNOK: Step away from the fugitives.
GWYN: You don't have to hurt them. The ship is close. We can leave them here.
DREDNOK: Step aside, young Progeny. I will not warn you again.
GWYN: Then you'll have to shoot me.
(It shoots her leg splint. She falls.)
GWYN: Go! I'll only slow you down.
(A root grabs it.)
DREDNOK: What? No!
DAL: Split up. He can't chase us all.
(Drednok breaks free and retreats.)
DAL: What part of split up don't you understand?
POG: Oh boy.
(They hide from Drednok who is in full scorpion mode.)
POG: That was good thinking, kid. Now, let's get back to the ship.
ROK: What about Gwyn?
ZERO: She did save us.
DAL: We wouldn't need saving if she hadn't given us up. She made her choice.
(The roots are coming for Gwyn. She manages to summon the pieces of her sword back into one piece, then sees something.)
GWYN: My Diviner.

[By the Protostar]

(Solum has beamed down.)
SOLUM: Salvation.
GWYN [OC]: Diviner. Help!
SOLUM: My Progeny?
(Both Gwyn and the Protostar are being wrapped in roots.)
GWYN: Please!
SOLUM: I'm sorry.
GWYN: Father! Father!

[Bridge]

COMPUTER: Lifeforms detected nearby.
JANEWAY: About time. Okay. Let's get the ship ready for takeoff.
COMPUTER: Preparing for immediate departure.
(Janeway goes down and the hatch opens. It is Dal.)

[Planet surface]

(Because Solum is being caught by the roots.)
SOLUM: Ah! It's not real. It's not real!

[Protostar]

DAL: Go, go, go!
ZERO: I'm already proceeding in a rapid forward motion. I cannot do it in triplicate.
JANEWAY: Where's Gwyn?
(Hovering over Gwyn, Dal is lowered on a rope.)
DAL: Lower.
ROK: I can't go any lower.
DAL: I can't... reach her.
(Gwyn makes her sword cut some roots and then form a link between herself and Dal.)
DAL: Yes! Up, up!
(Rok hauls them onboard.)
GWYN: You came back for me.
DAL: We owed you one.

[Planet surface]

(Solum sees Protostar fly away, and breaks free of the roots in anger.)
DREDNOK: Your Progeny betrayed us.

[Bridge]

DAL: Get us out of here. Maximum warp.
JANEWAY: I suggest you set a course.
ROK: To where?
DAL: As far away as possible.
ZERO: Setting course.
POG: Warp engine engaged.
JANEWAY: It's good to have the entire crew safely aboard.
GWYN: He chose the ship.
DAL: You're with us now. He can't hurt you anymore.
POG: Er, that's not actually factual. Something's locked onto our warp signature and is gaining fast.
(REV-12 is many times bigger than Protostar too.)
DAL: Can we go any faster?
POG: Jankom Pog would if he could, but something called the Gravimetric Protostar Containment is gobbling up the rest of the juice.
ZERO: Protostar containment?
POG: Er, that giant ship is locked onto us with a tractor beam.
DAL: We need outta here. Disable the Protostar Containment.
ZERO: Stop. The Protostar isn't just the name of the ship. The engine is a protostar!
ROK: Protostar?
POG: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. So we're carrying around a baby star inside the ship?
ROK: Baby star?
DAL: Which means our warp drive has one heck of a kick.
JANEWAY: I hate to interrupt the science lesson, but we're being hailed.
DAL: On screen.
SOLUM [on screen]: My Progeny, you're alive.
GWYN: You chose the ship.
SOLUM [on screen]: I had no choice.
POG: Time's running out.
SOLUM [on screen]: If you want to save your friends, surrender the ship. You're going to do the right thing... aren't you, Gwyn?
GWYN: You're right. I am. Computer, engage protostar.
SOLUM [on screen]: Progeny.
ROK: Something's happening.
(The stern of the Protostar reconfigures itself.)
COMPUTER: Engaging Proto-Warp in three...
SOLUM [OC]: Gwyn. Gwyn!
COMPUTER: Two.
GWYN: You made your choice, Father. Now I've made mine.
COMPUTER: One.
SOLUM [on screen]: Gwyn, stop!
COMPUTER: Engaged.
(And they vanish into the Slipstream. That's an Andromeda reference.)

[REV-12]

SOLUM: They engaged the protostar. Can you track them?
DREDNOK: They are no longer on our maps.
SOLUM: She's gone.