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Previously on
"Star Trek: Discovery"...

All hail
her most Imperial Majesty,

mother of the Fatherland.

All hail the Emperor,

Philippa Georgiou Augustus
Iaponius Centaurius.

All hail the Emperor!

You're a fugitive
wanted for my murder.

You attempted a coup
against the Emperor.

Listen to me.

I need you. You need you.

Your Georgiou is dead.

- Just a ghost.
- Captain Michael Burnham.

You brought us a gift?

Captain Gabriel Lorca.

In his universe,

that Stamets exploited
the network for his own gain.

He's the one who corrupted it.
There's no difference

between his network
and our network.

It's just one.

And that's why the
damage is spreading.

Eventually, everything
everywhere will be exterminated.

There's a clearing

in the forest.

That's how they go.

I'm sending you the coordinates
to the Emperor's ship now.

I would feel better
if Captain Lorca were the one

making this request
for a rendezvous.

Trust me, so would I.

Acknowledged.
We'll see you soon.

You're sensitive
to light.

Lorca is sensitive
to light, too.

The Lorca I knew
was my right hand.

I trusted him with you.

My so-called captain's
not from my universe.

He's from yours.

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*STAR TREK DISCOVERY*
Season 01 Episode 13
Title: "What's Past Is Prologue"

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One year,

212 days of torture,

of agony, my friends,

my followers.

But I have returned to give
meaning to your suffering.

Today is the day
we reclaim our empire.

Long live the Empire.
Long live the Empire.

Captain?

Welcome back, Commander Landry.

They told us you were dead.

And you believed them?

- Not for a second, sir.
- Sir.

Let's get you geared up.

Sir,

Charon has ten battalions
of Imperial guards on station.

I don't know how
you got here,

or how you got us all out alive,
but we should withdraw, regroup.

We still have supporters
on several worlds.

The Emperor's ship is exactly
where we need to be.

I have been to another universe
and back.

You think I'd come all this way
without a plan?

Clear.

Clear.

Stamets is gone.

Coward probably left
at the first sign of trouble.

All his research is still here.

I've known more
than one Stamets,

and they both have
one thing in common:

they love their work too much...

to leave any of it behind!

Hello, Paul.

Gabriel.

I really hoped you were dead.

Well, you can't always
get what you want.

Hi, Doc.

Ironically, I have to thank you

for helping me finish
what I started.

After you sold me out
and ruined our coup attempt,

I was down on Priors World

recruiting allies

when the Emperor caught
up with the Buran.

As I beamed back to join
the fight, her torpedoes hit.

And luckily,
so did an ion storm,

which caused
a transporter malfunction.

And...

know where I ended up?

Frankly, I'm still stuck
on the "not dead" part.

A parallel universe.

The ion storm must have

swapped your transporter
signatures. Mm.

To me, it was physics

acting as the hand of destiny...
My destiny.

The bioweapon you were
developing for the Emperor...

Show it to me.

Happily, sir.

Sensors have detected
mass casualties

on decks through 17.

He's come back from the grave
to stage a revolution,

and that's the best he's got?

If he keeps doing that,

he'll reveal his location;
then he's mine.

Emperor, I've seen firsthand
how he operates.

He can get inside your head,
manipulate you.

You think I
don't know that?

He is baiting you.
He wants you to come to him.

Let me contact
my ship again.

They have no idea they're
flying into a battle zone.

Please, Philippa.

I'm not Philippa to you.

But you are right
about one thing.

He preyed on my sentiment,
my weakness for your face.

It will not happen again.

Take her to the brig.

Your choices have

determined your fate.

No.

They'll find her, Emperor.
Take your men.

Bring Lorca to me alive.

I will kill him
myself this time.

Captain's Log, stardate 1834.2.

Acting Captain Saru recording.

We are en route
to the Terran flagship,

having been summoned
by Specialist Burnham.

Discovery's spore drive
is operational again,

thanks to the full recovery

of our navigator,
Lieutenant Stamets.

Yet, despite his best efforts,
the lieutenant was unable

to save
Discovery's mycelium crop.

His fear is that
his Terran counterpart

has already contaminated
the network,

and if so, the results
could be catastrophic.

What is it that you wish
to show me, Lieutenant?

We have less than
30 minutes before

we reach the
Terran vessel.

Airiam flagged it...
A massive energy signature

coming off the central orb.

It's mycelial.

This is what my counterpart
has been using his mycelium for.

It powers their ship.

- As it does ours.
- Not exactly.

We ride along
the network

with the spores.
That orb is

pulling power
directly out of the network.

But I thought the network
could regenerate itself.

Typically it does, but...

this process is
poisoning it,

spreading infection
back up into the system.

Without a fresh supply of
spores, it'll only get worse.

The Terrans must be aware of
this flaw; it's not sustainable.

I don't think sustainability

is their main objective,
but it does provide them

with far more energy
than I ever thought possible...

Enough to run
their city-sized ship

and power weapons
that can destroy a planet.

As they did on Harlak.

How can a people be
so shortsighted?

Well, the Terrans are
egotistical enough to believe

that they can replenish this
resource before it collapses.

The other Stamets must have been
looking for a solution

when he got trapped
in the network with me.

If we don't stop them soon,

the contamination
will be irreversible.

The network will

continue to deteriorate
everywhere.

Here, in this universe,

back in ours,
across the entire multiverse.

And when it does...

Life, as we know it,
will cease to exist.

Take this shipwide.

Hello, Philippa.

I've watched for years;

you let alien races
spill over the borders,

flourish in our backyard,

then have the gall
to incite rebellion.

The Terrans need a leader

who will preserve
our way of life, our race.

Try as you might,
it's clearly not you.

Even Michael knew that.

It was her great shame.

Well, it's indecorous of me
to share pillow talk.

To the rest,
many of you know me.

Some of you served with me.

To all, I make this offer:

renounce Georgiou.

The Empire is dying
in her hands.

But you don't have to...
Not today.

Michael Burnham
is not to be touched.

She is integral
to our future plans,

a future where we together

will make the Empire
glorious again.

Got him.
He's in the main labs.

Lorca does not control
this ship.

I do.

We take the fight to him.

All hail the Emperor!

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Don't shoot.

Where are your troops,
Commander?

We were ambushed.

How did you survive?

Lorca spared me.

He said he wanted you to know...

Know what?

That he was here.

Hello, Pippa.

Did you miss me?

Light her up.

Mr. Stamets?

Containment field at 30%. 25%.

Five, four, three, two.

It's down!

- Flash grenade!
- Cover, cover!

Emergency transport!

You didn't warn me

she could do that,
Mr. Stamets.

Please tell me
we can kill him now.

Well, that depends
if he can disable

an emergency transport system.

I can.

I can do that.

Good.

Set up a perimeter
around the throne room.

Let's tighten the noose.

Burnham to Discovery.
Do you copy?

Come in, Discovery.

Burnham to Discovery.
Do you copy?

Come in.

Discovery, do you copy?

Come in.

Please come in.

Discovery here.

We are receiving you.

It's good to see you, Saru.

You as well, my friend.

It appears your situation
has become dire.

Is the captain with you?

He's one of them. He's Terran.

He used us and the Discovery to
jump here, to his own universe.

It was his plan all along.

That's impossible.

Surely, we would have
sensed something. I would have.

That's why we didn't
end up at Starbase 46.

Lorca altered the coordinates
of my last jump.

How?

He-he got the data he needed
from those jumps I did

around the Klingon ship.

Then all that was left
was to access

navigation control.

And... he can do that
from his chair.

Lorca's staging a coup
against the Emperor.

You have to abort
coming to the palace ship.

Get as far away as you can.

I will not consider
leaving you behind.

Saru, he has no need
for our crew.

He will kill all of you.

He might take Discovery
back to our universe

and bring the whole
Terran fleet with him.

Not if the Terrans
have wiped out all life already.

They have created
a super-mycelial reactor

on the Charon, and it's
destroying the network.

When it goes, it takes all life
with it, in all universes.

How do we stop it?

Lieutenant Stamets believes
a direct hit

from our photon torpedoes
on their energy orb

would create a detonation
large enough to sever

the reactor's connection and

allow the network
to heal itself.

We're running simulations to
account for energy dispersal.

But?

There's a containment field
protecting the orb.

Our weapons can't penetrate it.

Leave the containment field
to me.

Stay at warp,
so you can't be boarded,

and I'll find a way to
signal you when I'm in place.

Be ready to blow up
the reactor when I do.

Burnham out.

Believe in destiny now,
Mr. Stamets?

That's, uh, rhetorical, right?

Your lack of vision
continues to disappoint me.

I used to suffer
from that, too.

But nothing that's happened
to me was an accident.

Not ending up in another world,

not finding a ship
that would help me return here.

None of it.

I'm living proof

that... fate
is real.

Speaking of which,

we've reached the tipping point,
where your usefulness to me

is outweighed by the risk
of keeping you alive.

I mean, how am I ever
gonna trust you?

Honestly.

The living core
of the mycelial network.

It's poetic justice,
don't you think?

A scientist destroyed
by his own creation?

Just kidding.

I hate poetry.

Sir, I'm getting word
of an unauthorized

ship-to-ship transmission.

That'll be my Burnham.

Hello, Michael.

Judging from your
communications hack,

you're somewhere
on the third deck...

Where, precisely, I can't tell.

But no matter,
I'm not gonna hunt you down.

I'll wait for you to come to me.

What makes you think
I'd do that?

Because you belong here.

With you?

In the real world.

I know that's hard
for you to see right now

because you're blinded
by your emotions.

The only thing I was
blinded by was you.

I know you understand that
I had to lie to you, Michael,

to get home.

Just like you know
that the Federation is

a social experiment
doomed to failure.

Childish idealism.

Every species, every choice,
every opinion is not equal,

no matter how much
they want it to be.

The strong and the capable
will always rise.

Like you and me.

And every living being
is safer and happier

knowing their place.

That's why we have
a duty to lead.

Like what you did that day
at the Binaries.

Stay with me.

Stay here and help me
bring peace to this world

through strength and order,
the right way.

There was no one else
like the other you.

And what she and I
set out to achieve

was gonna be remarkable.

And then I met you.

And the truth is...
your gifts

far surpass hers.

I see you, Michael Burnham.

I see your power.

And I'm offering you a future.

I have since the day I brought
you onto the Discovery.

Take it.

She rerouted the feed and
disabled the carrier address.

She could be anywhere.

She'll come.

How did you find me?

My bracelet makes
my life signs undetectable.

This is your sanctuary.

Considering the situation,
it made sense you'd come here.

I should have known.

Lorca seduced you, too.

Why would you say that?

He broadcast
for everyone to hear.

Why else would he protect you?

Lorca believes destiny
brought me to him.

But he doesn't get to tell me
what my future is.

I'm responsible
for forging my own path.

We all are.

My Philippa
taught me that.

This...

belonged to my Michael.

Now Lorca has taken
everything from me.

You lost a daughter.

An empire.

I lost a captain.

And a life.

Both versions of me betrayed
both versions of you.

I won't let that
happen again.

And I won't let you die again.

So that's what happened to me
on your side.

I'm gonna stop Lorca.

I see why he's so enamored
with you.

You almost make me believe
you can do it.

I will do it.

For what he's
done to me.

For what he's done to
all the innocent people

who have stood in his way.

And for the loss of life to come
if no one stops him here...

today.

What is your plan?

I have to disable
the orb's containment field.

Those controls are
in the throne room.

How will you get to them?

By giving Lorca
exactly what he wants.

We have a problem.

We knew the orb
harnessed exotic energy

by blocking the flow
of the network,

but we didn't know
that all those

mycelial spores
packed in together

created hyper-gravitational
and magnetic fields, too.

Even a blast
from our photon torpedoes

won't be enough to free it.

Well, then we'll have
to create a chain reaction,

overload it with
potential energy.

What do we have that harnesses
that kind of power?

Uh, our harvested spores.

They hold enough energy to
power us across galaxies.

We-we should modify our warheads
by loading them up.

And how much of our spore supply
would we need to use?

All of it.

We won't be able
to jump back home.

We need to get in close
for a clear shot.

The orb is in the heart
of that superstructure.

I don't think
we could outmaneuver

a blast like that
if we're that close.

Um, I just
ran the simulations.

Discovery's shields aren't
strong enough to protect us

from the energy wave
that will be released

when the network is freed.

The shock wave
will incinerate us.

I don't think we can
make it out alive.

It is well known

that... my species has the ability
to sense the coming of death.

I do not sense it today.

I may not have
all the answers;

however, I do know
that I am surrounded

by a team I trust.

The finest a captain
could ever hope to command.

Lorca abused our idealism.

And make no mistake,

Discovery is no
longer Lorca's.

She is ours.

And today

will be her maiden voyage.

We have a duty
to perform,

and we will not accept
a no-win scenario.

You have your orders.

On your way.

Aye, Captain.

We've executed her lords
and senior officers, sir.

The rest of the crew are
swearing allegiance to you.

Good.

I was just thinking about
everyone who's ever said that

victory felt empty
when it was attained.

What a bunch of idiots
they were.

She's here.

Michael.

What's this about?

I won't let another crew
die on my watch, Gabriel.

I've been here
long enough to know

that if you want your claim to
the throne to be legitimate,

you have to execute the Emperor.

And you're prepared to condemn
Philippa here to death?

What you said on the
shuttle yesterday

was right...
She's not my Philippa.

That's very Terran of you.

But you and I both know
that I have her now.

What are you really
bargaining with?

I think you know.

In exchange for my crew,
I offer you me.

Let them leave safely
and I'm yours.

Like you said,

my future... is here.

But know this:

I'm offering you my mind,
nothing more.

Until you've completely
settled in...

I'm sure you understand.

Well...

it looks like you are
destined to be betrayed

by Burnhams in every universe.

No.

I'm destined
to kill you.

Wow. That would certainly be
an impressive trick.

Welcome home,
Michael.

Captain was right.

What about?

"Do not accept
a no-win scenario."

They're may be a way
out of this after all.

I've reanalyzed the simulations.

Now, if we blow
the reactor core,

the resulting explosion
will be

pure mycelial energy, right?

Right. Right.

But not just
an explosion.

According to this,

the mother
of mycelial shockwaves.

If we can stay right on
the leading edge, we can ride it

long enough for the energy
to activate the drive, and then you

- can navigate us home.
- But, um...

the ship's shields still aren't
strong enough to protect us,

unless we modify

the spore drive
to run concurrently

with the warp drive.

The resulting warp
bubble may provide

a secondary layer
of protection.

A shield
from the blast.

If I reverse engineer
the coordinates

that Lorca used to get us here,

I should be able to pinpoint
the-the right pathway to take.

And-and that will get us to
the same point in our timeline.

Or at least close to it.

There will be infinite pathways
opening up in front of you.

That-that's gonna be really...

"Hard" is the word
you're looking for?

But I don't accept
no-win scenarios.

Thank you for
your inspiration, Cadet.

Now, please.

Inform the captain
of your findings.

Looks like we may be
going home after all.

Message from
the Charo sir.

We're advised that it's safe
to drop out of warp.

The message has Burnham's
security code on it.

Lieutenant Detmer,

- drop us out of warp.
- Yes, Captain.

Captain, we're being hailed.

It's Lorca, sir.

On screen.

Mr. Saru.

It's good to see you.

I'm glad I got a chance
to say good-bye to you,

and the rest of the crew.

I want you to know
that my admiration for you

was and is sincere.

When I look at you,

I see the formidable unit
of soldiers that I sculpted.

If I thought for a second
that any of you were capable

of relinquishing this cult-like
devotion to the Federation,

I'd enlist your skills today.

We are not interested
in your sentiments.

Where is Specialist Burnham?

She's fine.

You don't die today

'cause she chose
to stay by my side.

I would like to hear that
from her.

You are not a reliable source.

I'm where I need to be, Saru.

This is my place.

That is all I needed to see.

Fire!

Owosekun, keep your eye
on that containment field.

- Aye, Captain.
- Detmer, get ready to give

- Rhys a clear shot.
- Yes, sir.

Let's go, people.

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Wait.

Stop!

Don't make me have to kill you.

You won't.

♪♪

We would've helped you get home
if you had asked.

That's who Starfleet is.

That's who I am.

That's why I won't kill you now.

But I will!

We...

We could've...

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It was a good plan.

Burnham did it.

The containment field
is down.

Beam her back now.

I can't get a lock, Captain.

- I'm working on it.
- Work faster.

You fought well.

For a moment...

I thought I had her
back with me.

Lorca's troops.

I will buy you some time.

I am a defeated emperor.

They've seen my neck.

I have no future now.

But I will die on my feet
as fitting my station.

Go, Michael Burnham.

Find a way home.

Live.

Burnham to Discovery.

- I've got her.
- Get her out of there now.

She's on board.

Black alert.
Aye, Captain.

Black alert. Black alert.

Lock weapons onto that ship!

The Terran ship
is targeting us, sir.

It's now or never,
Lieutenant Detmer.

Aye, Captain.

What the hell are they doing?

Is the containment field up?

Locked on, Captain.
Fire, Mr. Rhys!

Aye, sir.

Warp speed now!

Yes, sir.

Ambient mycelial energy is
interacting with the drive.

- Cadet Tilly?
- Levels look good.

Engage the spore drive now.

Aye, Captain.

It's working.

The network is regenerating.

Heat shields at maximum.

The pathways are

bifurcating too quickly.

I don't know where to go.

The network is a gift.

It's the thread that
weaves life through space.

I can't even find my way out.

Follow the music, Paul.

Open your eyes.

♪♪

Wait.

It's the clearing in the forest.

♪♪

Thanks, Hugh.

♪♪

Tilly.

Reboot the system
and find out where we are.

And when.

What have you done to me?

Captain, celestial patterns
and subatomic analysis confirm

we are in our
Alpha Quadrant.

- Oh.
- But...

we overshot by nine months.

Mr. Bryce.

Send a transmission
to Starfleet.

Inform them
we have returned.

Aye, Captain.

Mr. Rhys.

Update our tactical map.

- I need to see the status of the war.
- Aye, sir.

Captain,
there's no response

from the Federation
to our signal.

Not even an automated one.

What does that mean?

War map on
screen, Captain.

Well, if the map
is to be believed,

it appears...

the Klingons have won the war.

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