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Previously
on Star Trek: Discovery...

I need a team around me
that's gonna help me

carry the day.

And that includes you.

I accept.

Getting out of here
was always a two-man job.

The last
chief of security and I

went through a lot together.

I need someone I can trust.

Someone that understands war.

I think that's you.

I'd be honored to serve
on the Discovery.

We are creating
a new way to fly.

The Discovery can be anywhere

and gone in an instant.

That's how you beat
the Klingons.

Greetings from the United
Federation of Planets.

This is Captain T'Shen Kovil

of the Federation Starship
Gagarin.

We are under attack.

I repeat,

we are under attack

by six Klingon vessels.

Any Starfleet ship in range,

please respond.

This is the USS Discovery.

We got your back.

Klingon vessels
locking weapons on us, sir.

Detmer,
evasive pattern beta nine.

Acknowledged.

Mr. Rhys,

could I trouble you

to fire at something?

I see them, Captain.

Owosekun, you got anything?

Negative, sir.

I have power signatures
that are off the charts,

but our sensors
can't seem to isolate

individual ships

when they have
those invisibility screens up.

They can't fire
till they're visible.

Just keep our fingers
on the trigger

and get ready to move quickly.

Understood?

Aye, Captain.

Hard to port, Detmer. Mr. Rhys,

lock on the Bird-of-Prey
targeting Gagarin.

Shields holding at 70%.

Thanks for the assist,
Discovery.

Doesn't look like a fair fight
to me, Kovil.

Can you go to warp?

Warp engines are down.

Our shields are almost gone.

Sir, the Klingon destroyer
has just de-cloaked

right under Gagarin.

two battle cruisers.
They're flanking us, sir.

Just concentrate fire
on the destroyer.

Shields holding at 32%.

Two Birds-of-Prey
approaching, sir.

All right, get us in between
the Klingons and the Gagarin.

Aye, sir.

Direct hit, Captain.

Shields below ten percent.

Did we get both torpedoes?

Did we get 'em both?!

I don't know, sir, I can't...

The Gagarin is gone.

It's over. Black alert.

And get us out of here.

Black alert. Black alert.

Bridge to engineering.
You ready to jump?

Lieutenant?

I'm ready.

Aye, Captain.

Spore drive ready.

Go.

There will be time to grieve.

But this is not that time.

I want a full damage
report immediately.

Airiam, you have the conn.

Aye, Captain.

Feel all right, Lieutenant?

What are you doing
down here, Captain?

Sorry, what?

What?

Did you just call me Captain?

That's absurd.

Why would I do that?

I- I must've misheard.

Are you daydreaming on the job?

Are you... are you so bored here

that your mind is wandering?

I'm sorry.
I didn't, uh, mean to...

Well, then, don't.

Where were the other ships
patrolling the sector?

Why were we
the only Starfleet vessel

able to render aid?

The Hoover and the Muroc
were simultaneously ambushed

along with the Gagarin.

All were destroyed.

How many of the Klingon
ships you engaged

were equipped with
invisibility screens?

All of them.

All six.

Then our latest intelligence
reports are confirmed.

Kol of House Kor
has managed to revive

the Klingon Ship of the Dead

and is now sharing
its stealth technology

with any house that
will offer him fealty.

Eventually every ship
in the Klingon armada

will be able to attack
us out of nowhere.

That makes your mission at Pahvo

Starfleet's highest priority.

What is your team's status?

They transported to the surface
18 hours ago

and have maintained
radio silence

to avoid the chance

of detection by the Klingons.

We lost 462 souls
today, Captain.

And that number will increase
exponentially until we are able

to detect those invisible ships.

I'm certain
I have made myself clear.

Abundantly.

Personal log.
Specialist Michael Burnham.

Stardate 1308.9.

We landed on Pahvo
18 hours ago.

It's a seemingly uninhabited
planet,

but a unique and, for us,

strategic one.

Every tree, rock,
and blade of grass here

vibrates
with its own specific tone.

Together, these combine
to form a kind of music,

the signature sound
of the planet

heard everywhere
on the surface.

The sound
is even broadcast into space

by a towering
crystal structure,

a sort of naturally occurring
transmitter.

It is Starfleet's plan

to modify
the electromagnetic frequency

of Pahvo's signal
and harness it

as a form of sonar
that can detect the presence

of the cloaked Klingon vessels
decimating our fleet,

make them visible
to our sensors,

and turn the tide of war
in our favor.

The transmitter
is still 8.4 kilometers

north, northeast.

You've been setting
an accelerated pace

since we got here.

I know it's unfortunate that
the transmitter's interference

meant that we had to beam
down 30 kilometers away,

but look around.
It could be worse.

Yeah.

It's two days until pickup.

We're making great time.

Perhaps it's a great time
for you humans.

I, of course, could make it
there in 15 minutes.

Didn't know you were
such a sprinter, Mr. Saru.

Kelpiens pursued
by apex predators

have exceeded speeds
of 80 kilometers per hour.

They can also sense predators

from a distance of as
much as ten kilometers.

And we particularly enjoy
being discussed

in the third person
while present.

I'm sorry.

But you are accurate.

I possess visual, auditory
and tactile receptors

more acute than yours,

which is why

I am being tortured

by this planet's constant
noise and you are not.

Well, I can hear that.
What's going on?

Keep this pointed
at the ground.

Greetings.

We are explorers

from the Federation Starship
Discovery.

We come in peace.

I thought this planet
was uninhabited.

It's not registering
as a life-form, sir.

According to this,

it's actually
not distinguishable

from the rest of the forest.

Uh, I believe

it wants us to accompany it.

The transmitter's in
the opposite direction.

What's it saying?

Universal translator's
got nothing.

I don't think
they mean us any harm.

You can't know that.

If their intentions
were nefarious,

I would be the first
to sense a threat.

We need to establish
communication.

I... am Commander Saru.

As a first contact specialist,
I would like permission

to analyze the sound
you are emitting,

to determine if it is
a form of language.

Are you all right?

It was not painful,

just disorienting.

I believe I felt
their intentions,

their desire to converse.

This will take some time.

We can't touch that
transmitter now.

General Order One?

No. Order One restricts us
from revealing ourselves

to sentient beings
that aren't warp capable.

We're well beyond that.

Now our duty is to follow
first contact protocol.

And we can't borrow or
alter their property

without them understanding
our objective

and agreeing to it.

Scream.

I said,

"Scream."

Good.

You were convincing.

The guard is gone.

Now we can talk.

Do you think Saru can make
the Pahvans understand

why we need their transmitter?

He's got to.

Convincing them to let us
complete our mission

is the only way.

Then, we defeat
the Klingons.

And the war ends.

Easy.

Easy.

When all this fighting
is over,

I got big plans.

I own a place
at Lake Shasta.

Take a little
sailboat on the water.

Lake's full of trout
this time of year.

Ever had
fresh-roasted trout?

I haven't.

What?

It's actual heaven.

And I'll camp
on the beach.

Watch the stars fall.

Sounds perfect.

What?

Our futures look different.

You go back to your lake house.

And I go back to prison.

My sentence was life.

This is just temporary.

Well, maybe we just leave
that transmitter alone.

You can't go back to prison
if we're still at war.

The needs of the many...

Are worth fighting for.

Are worth dying for.

But so are the needs of the few.

Or the one.

Okay. What is going on with you?

Excuse me?

At first,

the Tardigrade DNA booster
seemed like a good thing,

but now you're back to your old
persnickety, grumpy self.

So what's the deal?

Nothing.

You're dismissed, Cadet.

Okay, I'll admit

that something has
been happening to me.

One minute,

I know wh-where I am,

who you are, what I'm doing,

and then, all of a sudden,

what I know changes.

It gets... jumbled.

Have you told
Dr. Culber about this?

That would put Hugh
in an impossible position.

As a medical officer,
it would be his duty

to report the effects
of my genetic manipulation.

I'd be sent to
a Federation lab

to be poked and prodded.

On the other hand,

if he doesn't tell,
and Starfleet finds out,

his career would be ruined.

Either way,
I hurt him.

Um, okay, well,

we'll monitor
these episodes.

Hopefully, they'll pass, right?

You don't seem reassured.

Usually I'm-I'm pretty good
at providing that.

That's kind of my thing.

What happens to those

who Starfleet captures?

In war?

They're imprisoned.

Interrogated humanely.

Eventually, they're
returned to their people

as part of any final
peace settlement.

So you do not... execute them?

The Federation has
no death penalty.

I wish to defect.

There's nothing here
for me now.

The p'taQ my people now follow
has no honor.

It is because of Kol,
I am alone.

I had like-minded
brothers and sisters.

Even the one chosen
by Lord T'Kuvma

to be his successor.

But he was... chased away.

Forever gone.

Everyone is gone.

My vessel is in
a nearby hangar.

Kahless willing, we will use it
to both escape with our lives.

And you will guarantee me
safe passage onto your ship.

My ship?

Discovery.

I know its shuttle delivered you

to the trap on Cancri IV.

Why should I trust you?

Because we need each other,
Admiral.

And what other option
do you have?

How far did you get?

We are still establishing

a vocabulary, so not very far.

Are they native
to this planet?

They... are the planet.

Everywhere you go, you
can feel the symbiosis

between nature and
the living spirit.

Amazing to think that
while we fight our war,

a place of peace and harmony

not only survives, it thrives.

Is the transmitter
their creation?

I can't be sure,
but they desperately

want to know others
and to be known.

And have been trying
to share who they are

with the rest of
the universe since...

since the beginning
of their existence.

You look exhausted.

It's the constant noise

generated by
this planet.

It's better when I'm with
our Pahvan friend,

but still it is ubiquitous.

Do you think
you can relay

the details of our mission to it

before the Discovery comes back
to collect us?

Well, I sincerely hope so.

For now,

I think it would be best
to call it a night.

Can you please
make it stop?

Even for a moment?

We were biologically determined

for one purpose
and one purpose alone...

to sense the coming of death.

I sense it coming now.

We have come to Pahvo
for your help.

We have come to end this war.

I'm so afraid.

So afraid.

Oh, hello, Commander.

Looks like someone
got some sleep.

You do seem better.

I am. Thank you.

I just apprised
the captain

of our new circumstances.

Well, how did you do that?

Discovery's not supposed to be
in comm range right now.

Oh, a simple modification.

I altered the frequency
of my communicator,

linking it to the
planet's transmitter.

It boosted the
signal sufficiently.

Our new friend
was okay with that?

The Pahvans
are incredibly hospitable.

They will grant us
anything we want.

So you're saying
we have permission

to complete our mission
as planned?

Some parameters of the
mission have changed.

I require your communicators.

Thank you
so very much.

What are you doing?

Oh, do not be alarmed.

These are no longer necessary.

The Pahvans
have invited us

to remain here with them.

We can't do that, Commander.

you will experience
this world as I do.

You must remain open to it.

Even your limited
sensory abilities

will improve, eventually.

something has happened to you.

You are not
thinking clearly.

Not at all.

The Pahvans
have found a way

to exist in perfect balance,

in absolute harmony
with their world.

They have
already achieved

everything we say we seek

through our exploratory
and diplomatic efforts.

The only answers we require

for the advancement
of all species

is here.

And it's ours for the taking.

I must go tell our hosts
we have accepted their offer.

They will be so happy.

Well, one thing's
for sure.

He lied about
the captain.

There's no way
he'd cut us loose.

Obviously,
Saru has been compromised.

I'm not sure we actually have
the Pahvans' permission.

You want to wait for the
Pahvans' permission?

There won't be any Pahvans
if we don't proceed.

You know the Federation
has procedures.

No starship may interfere
with the normal development

of any alien life
or society.

Saru said they would
grant us anything, right?

Well, modifying the transmitter
is included in "anything."

But we can't trust
anything that he says right...

way of ending the war.

This isn't up for debate.

Given Saru's condition,

I'm the senior officer now.

You're certain we can get
to your ship undetected?

I know this vessel
as if it were my home.

It was my home, once.

First I am ensuring
the end of Kol's days.

He neglected
T'Kuvma's message.

He desecrated this vessel
with his fetid presence.

Before we depart,
I will set the ship's warp core

to overload.

He really
disappointed you.

He disgusts me.

My only regret is that
I will not be able to see

his pretty, painted face
as he takes his final breath.

You were not what I expected.

Neither were you.

At least you won't die
in a cage, Admiral.

There will be no

synthetic protein rations
tonight, Lieutenant.

Where's Burnham?

We had a fight.

She's walking it off.

I am sorry.

But soon you will
know what it means

to exist without conflict.

I'm going to find Burnham.
She must be starving.

Uh, Commander.

Can I ask you something?

When we first came here,
the sounds of this place,

you said, were like
a physical assault.

What changed?

I believe I was the problem.

I did not understand
what I was perceiving.

I was not yet...

in harmony.

The Pahvans...

helped me.

Sounds like you were
fighting something,

then you just stopped.

Yes.

I don't know how to do that.

What is it you
are fighting?

Well, everybody wants
to defeat the Klingons.

I...

I want to hurt them.

They tortured you.

The feeling is understandable.

But all that is past now.

No, you don't just forget
something like that. You can't.

What's the other option?

Allowing it to transform
you into something worse

than those who did this?

If it means
I can make them suffer

like they made me suffer...

then yes.

Come here, Lieutenant.

The Pahvans gave me something
you might find useful.

Understanding
requires

a common frame
of reference.

Try to feel
the harmony,

the peace this world offers.

Your intentions
are false.

You've been trying
to distract me.

To delay me.

Where is Burnham?

Where has she gone?!

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes.

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

Michael Burnham to Discovery.

Discovery, do you read me?

Saru,

please... stop.

Saru, this isn't you.

Is this what harmony
and balance look like?

Where is the peace
you say you found here?

You have taken it from me.

You won't stop taking!

I would give anything

for a second,
a millisecond of peace.

But until the war is over,
none of us can have it.

Saru, staying here...

it's not gonna fix anything.

We have the power
to end this conflict.

Saru,

we need you.

You will not
take this away from me, too.

Burnham, are you okay?

I- I am sorry.

I was trying
to protect you.

You have
to make them all understand.

We were wrong to come here.

Our war is not your mistake
to correct.

Please listen.

Saru told you who we are,

and like you, we seek harmony.

But we face a threat that
doesn't share that same goal.

But with your help
and our technology,

we can put an end
to this conflict.

Isn't that why you exist?
To keep harmony and peace?

You have to help me finish
what I've begun.

If the Klingons discover you've
helped us, they will hurt you.

Please, don't do this.

Discovery to landing party.

We have a lock
on your coordinates.

Prepare for transport.

No, please!

No!

Oh.

Keep it brief.

Thank you.

Saru.

Please look at me.

Are you all right?

I lied to you...

and Lieutenant Tyler.

I attacked you.

I could have killed you.

You weren't yourself.

But I was.

We are born afraid,
we Kelpiens.

It's how we survive.

As such... my whole life,

I have never known a moment

without fear.

The freedom of it.

Not... one... moment.

Until Pahvo.

L'Rell.

You said the adjustment

to the Pahvan transmitter
was a success.

I thought
it was, sir.

The Pahvans repaired
our signal inhibitor

after Saru destroyed it.

I watched it happen.

The signal strength

has increased by a factor
of ten to the 12th power.

The music's gone.

All that's being
transmitted now is a massive

Captain, I don't
understand.

I thought the Pahvans...

Sir, Specialist Burnham

integrated our technology
exactly as ordered.

We should now be able to detect
any invisible Klingon ships

within range of
the Pahvan signal.

Apparently not.

The transmitter is now
sending out a new signal

limited to two subspace bands...
ours and the Klingons'.

What you did, Burnham,

was invite the enemy
to join us here.

No.

The Pahvans did that.

Their entire existence
is an effort

to bring harmony
to discord,

and they know about our
conflict with the Klingons.

They're trying
to bring us together.

They think they're helping.

Captain, long-range sensors

have detected
an incoming Klingon vessel

entering the system
at high warp.

Can you identify what it is?

It's the Ship of the Dead, sir.
The sarcophagus.

We're the Pahvans'
only line of defense.

We have to protect
them, sir.

We have to fight.