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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.