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Previously
on Star Trek: Discovery...

Mr. Saru.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all. It is always
a pleasure to hear from you.

Do you have feelings for her?

Perhaps I do.

The power source
that controls the device,

I need it to go home.

- A place where we could be free.
- Who's "we"?

A friend.

A scientist, like me.

I took what I learned
about the device

at the center of the DMA
and designed this,

a weapon capable
of destroying it.

And what I'm about
to propose is a plan

President Rillak
and Admiral Vance approved.

If that fails,

they'll back your plan
to destroy the controller.

We'll stand down for a week.

- What are you doing?
- I'm being clearheaded.

No!

It's not here.
The power source--

it's powered from the other side
of the wormhole.

Outside the galaxy.

A new DMA has appeared?

- In the exact same place.
- What happens now?

The admiral's implementing
emergency protocols

in case of retaliation.

We're fast-tracking
the first contact mission.

Whatever we think we know
about Species Ten-C,

we're wrong.

However we think first contact
will go, it won't.

The fact that the DMA controller
was destroyed

then reappeared
tells us nothing concrete.

Our mere arrival
could be perceived

as an act of aggression.

We did attack their technology
with an isolytic weapon.

We did not.

Tarka and Booker
acted unilaterally.

How would the Ten-C
know the difference?

We have to find a way
to communicate the distinction.

Isn't that what all these
translators are for?

No, they're here in case
you feel like translating

confirmation bias
from Federation Standard

into Klingon.

Confirmation bias.

He's saying the universal
translator's been so successful

because we tend to look for
and find what's familiar to us.

Species that communicate
verbally, for example.

But since we know nothing
about the Ten-C,

it's naive to assume
the translator would even work.

It was funny.

Dr. Hirai is a specialist
in astrolinguistics,

uh, xenophonology
and theoretical semiotics.

If I may,

the very purpose
of this task force

is to establish the parameters
for successful communications.

Are you both now suggesting
that may be impossible?

Vulcan surveyed Earth

for almost a century
before making first contact.

Discovery leaves
in fewer than 24 hours.

We have to start the
communication process somewhere.

The oversight committee
has questions.

As do the planetary delegates.

It's nice that
they're all so eager

for a three-hour tour
outside the galaxy.

It will take longer
than three hours.

Figure of speech.

Ah.

Point being,

I understand their emotional
desire to be present

when we make contact.

I wish I could be there myself.

- You're not coming?
- Unfortunately,

there are other urgent matters
that I must attend to.

I cannot fathom anything
even remotely as urgent as this.

And I intend
to keep it that way.

You're in good hands
with Dr. Hirai.

Uh, Madam President, Admiral.

If you'll come with me.

Scan data shows
that the new DMA controller

is the same size
but significantly more powerful

than the one that Tarka
and Book destroyed.

It's churning through space
at a much faster rate.

How long before it moves
to a new harvesting location?

12 hours at most.

Are we looking at a precursor

for a retaliatory attack?

There's no way to know, sir.

Any word from Mr. Booker?

He and Tarka cannot escalate
this situation further.

I have not heard
from him, ma'am.

But given the new timetable,

I think we should make first
contact as soon as possible.

A number of delegates
are still on their way,

including the representative
from Ni'Var.

But I agree,
we can't afford to wait.

How soon can you
be ready, Captain?

Two hours.

To finish loading
and to give my crew

time to say their goodbyes.

Two hours it is.

Yes, sir. Madam President.

It's a hell of a thing.

Yes, it is.

Admiral, it's my constitutional
duty to inform you

that I'm transferring power
to the vice president.

Excuse me?

I'll be joining the mission.

Madam President, you...

I was the Federation's
top ambassador for 20 years.

Given the complexities
that we'll face,

I believe my skills
will be needed.

They're leaving the galaxy.
We've never done that.

You know as well as I do,
Discovery might not

be coming back from this.

Which is why
I am counting on you

to support the vice president
in my absence.

However long it may be.

Laira.

You are the Federation now.

What your presence means,

what you represent...

Makes it all the more crucial

that I be there
when we make contact.

I can't talk you
out of this, can I?

No.

But you have gotten us
through so much.

Wherever the DMA
goes next, what...

whatever is to come...

...I know you'll get us
through that, too.

Found a habitable planet
nearby for you.

They haven't discovered
electricity yet,

but you'll do fine.

Here's your bag.
We'll be there in a few minutes.

Hold on.

I understand that you're
a little upset, but...

The DMA's back and more powerful
because you wouldn't stand down.

All evidence pointed
to an internal power source.

That's science.
Hypothesize, test, iterate.

Now, thanks to me,
we know the power source

has to be outside the galaxy,
within the Ten-C's hyperfield.

You're welcome.

And just to be clear,
I didn't stand down

because I was
following our plan.

We both acted unilaterally,

but only one of us
put more lives at risk.

I got the hyperfield
coordinates from Haz.

I'm stopping the DMA
before it moves again.

And how do you expect to get
through the galactic barrier?

You must know
the mycelial network

can't exist in there, right?

You have to jump up
as close as you can get.

The barrier has some
especially nasty sections.

The negative energy
will eat through shields

and fry a frontal cortex
like that.

But surely you have a plan.

I'll figure something out.

Assuming you make it,
how do you plan

to find the power supply
and remove it?

Come on, tell me.
Hit me with it.

You're an asshole.
You know that?

I'm also the guy who created
a working model of the DMA

without ever having seen it.

How do we get through
the barrier?

Programmable antimatter.

We need to apply it
to our shields.

Discovery will have
to do the same thing.

It'll repel negative energy

like two magnets
with the same polarity.

And how will you find some
without getting us caught

in the process?

Surely you have a plan.

I know where there's a stash.

Discovery will leave as soon
as shield upgrades are complete.

I'm sorry you won't be
joining us, Commander Bryce,

but I trust your work
for Dr. Kovich is going well?

It is.

Uh, not sure we'll figure out
galactic-barrier communication

soon enough to help
with first contact,

but a breakthrough anytime
would be huge.

I mean, the possibilities
it would open up,

everything that's beyond
our galaxy to explore,

I-I'm pretty excited, obviously.

I-I'll miss you guys, though.

A voyage of this kind
without you

will be quite the adjustment.

Though I am happy for you

and the opportunities
this has created.

Good luck out there.

And thank you, Mr. Saru,
for everything.

Madam President.

Do you have a moment?

Of course.

When last we spoke,

you suggested
we might share a meal.

I would very much like
to take you up on that offer.

But Discovery

is leaving very shortly and...

as you know, we may not...

So, I thought I should...

...um, tell you, while I'm able,

how much our new friendship
has meant to me.

And how much I've enjoyed
working alongside you.

In any event,

I feel as if

there could be something here...

...perhaps more
than a friendship?

Uh, Mr. Saru,
if you will excuse me.

Ah...

- Ensign Tal.
- Hi.

Welcome back.

- Thank you.
- How is Gray?

Uh, he's-he's great.

Um, he's really enjoying
his guardian training.

I think we're both
right where we need to be.

I'm glad you feel that way.

It's really good
to have you with us again.

Isn't it? I mean,
they've already

put us ahead of schedule with
the shield upgrades, and now

they're off to monitor
the forward emitters

for the mission.

It's really not that big a deal.

It is, though.

They're gonna take a lot
of damage along the way,

and if you're not
repairing them,

we won't make it
through the barrier at all.

I think I'm gonna j...
go back to work.

If that's okay. Um, Captain.

Hang in there.

You're doing great.

Captain, the president
is ready for you.

Given some of the issues
that came up

on our last mission together,

I thought we should take
a moment to speak frankly.

Please.

If I'm to bring us through
the galactic barrier safely,

I can't have you questioning
my orders on the bridge.

I presume we're now clear

on the difference between asking
a question and questioning?

We are. But I hope it's also
clear that introducing doubt

amongst my crew
could endanger the ship.

It is.

And understood.

- Thank you.
- You should also know

this is all quite delicate,
politically.

I need to manage this situation
as I see fit.

So, while your
xenoanthropological expertise

is invaluable
to the first contact task force,

it will need
to remain my task force.

The ship and crew
are my purview,

diplomacy and delegates
are yours.

Sounds like progress.

All crew,

prepare for departure.

Ah. All additional supplies
are loaded and secured, Captain.

- And the delegates?
Uh, settled in.

I believe there
is an Earth simile,

something to do with...
"herding cats"?

I can imagine.

Commander Nilsson?

The mycelial network thins

as it approaches
the galactic barrier,

so Commander Stamets expects us

to arrive about
four light-years away.

We'll warp from there.

Thank you. Commander Detmer,
take us to safe distance.

- Aye, Captain.
- Lieutenant Christopher,

open a shipwide channel.

Aye, Captain.

Channel's open.

Discovery, delegates,

when I was a child,
I, like many of you,

dreamed of going
where no one has gone before.

None of us could've
imagined it would be

under these circumstances,

with so much uncertainty,
so much at stake.

We don't know what we'll find,

we don't know
how we'll be received.

Once we enter
the galactic barrier,

we'll be beyond comms contact
and on our own.

Innumerable worlds
are counting on us

to make first contact and ensure
Species Ten-C stops the DMA

before it can do
any more harm.

It won't be easy.

But with this crew,

with these leaders
and delegates united,

I know that we'll succeed.

Black alert.

Let's fly.

♪ ♪

Godspeed, Discovery.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Not the view I was expecting.

Where are we in relation
to the galactic barrier?

It looks like we're
nine light-years away.

Commander Stamets,
you owe me five light-years.

This is going to put us
behind schedule.

I'm sorry, Captain.
We've never been out this far.

Uh, it's not an exact science.

I got us as close as I could.

Can you update the delegates?

Of course.

Commander Detmer, set a course
for the galactic barrier.

The DMA will move soon.
We don't have much time.

- Maximum warp.
- Aye, Captain.

Dr. Culber, if you are able,

I would appreciate
your assistance

in spreading the word that...

Madam President?

I was not aware
that you would be joining us.

Our delegate did not
arrive in time.

It was decided that
Ni'Var must be represented,

even if by its president.

I see.

Do not let me delay you
any further.

You said something to her,
didn't you?

Good for you.

I would never have done so had
I known she would be joining us.

That we would see each other
in meetings every single day.

Oh, beginnings can be messy.
That's all right.

Ah, I cannot envision

any situation more awkward
than this.

When I first met Paul,

those blue eyes,
I'm telling you.

Anyway, I thought
I'd totally blown it.

I obsessed over every word.

He was... so brilliant,
and blunt.

Anyhow, it's not just you.

Insecurity is universal,
and totally normal.

It's okay.

Oh, it is helpful to realize

that I am not alone in being
made foolish by such feelings.

I am grateful you shared.

- So am I.
- Now, let us inform
the delegates.

They will want news of our delay
as soon as possible.

You said we couldn't beam up
the programmable antimatter.

I don't see any
shield generators here.

This friend of yours
who told you about this place,

who was he, exactly?

Doesn't matter.

What the hell
are you playing at?

- What?
- You think I don't know
an Emerald Chain

work camp when I see one?

- It's not what you think.
- Then what is it?

Attention, cell breach.

Attention, cell breach.

- What are you keeping from me?
- Nothing.

- Answer me!
- Nothing.

Listen to me. The camp has been
out of commission for years.

It was here, wasn't it?
Where you were held prisoner?

We're not going anywhere
until you tell me.

Yes, it was here.

Almost ten years ago.

You're interrupting my work.

Osyraa wants to fast-track
your design.

Since you lost your last helper,
she's giving you a new one.

A real charmer, that one.

Impressive design.

It's a dilithium-alternative
engine, right?

They've had me
working on one, too.

But those equations
are for something else.

I didn't ask for help.

Well, I didn't ask to be here,
but lucky for you, I am.

Where am I supposed to sleep?

This... uh, good spot.

How long you been here?

I'd rather not engage
in personal conversation.

Just work, then.
That's fine by me.

The scientist friend
you told me about,

this was him?

Oros.

His name was Oros.

We weren't friends at first.

But it was a relief to have
someone to talk to again.

For both of us.

You should rest.

You can't work
all day and all night.

I'm fine.

What are you working on?

Just running some numbers.

Looks like galactic
proper-distance equations,

but there's a variable
you're using I don't recognize.

I was alone in a cell.

Had to pass the time somehow.
I ran numbers, too.

A lot of time, a lot of numbers.

How long were you alone for?

I lost track.

Four, five years?

I used to talk to myself.

Narrate the day.

Just to hear words aloud,
you know?

So you're out of practice
being with others,

and respecting boundaries.

Yeah, you could say that.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

I have a trick to fall asleep.
Want to hear it?

Sure.

I list the digits
of the golden ratio.

That's too easy.

Fine, every third digit. Eight.

Three.

Eight.

Nine.

Four.

Eight.

Four.

Six.

Four.

It took a year, but eventually
we became friends.

Under Osyraa and the Chain,
we were all we had.

I know something about that.

I figured you might.

Let's get the antimatter
and get out of here.

How much further?

It's just beyond the trees.

Commander Detmer, how soon until
we reach the galactic barrier?

Coming out of warp now,
Captain.

So that's the edge
of the galaxy.

Is it wrong that I think
that's pretty damn cool?

Frontiers are always cool,
Mr. Rhys.

If only we could enjoy it.

But we have a job to do.

Double-check shield systems

and run a multiphasic scan
on the barrier itself.

I want to know
what we're heading into

and how to get ourselves and
everyone out quickly and safely.

- Let's get to it.
Aye, Captain.

- Status report?
- Shields are ready, Captain.

All other systems are nominal.

- Mr. Saru?
- Well, unfortunately,

scans show that the density
of negative particles

in this sector are significantly
higher than predicted.

- Meaning what?
- Our shields may not hold
as long as expected,

even with
the antimatter upgrades.

- Commander Stamets.
- Already on it, Captain.

And when this is all over,

you should thank Heisenberg
instead of us.

Noted. What's your suggestion?

Vacuum-state fluctuations
are creating discrete bubbles

of protected space
that pass through

the galactic barrier
at random intervals.

Spacial cells,
for lack of a better term.

If we can position Discovery
inside of one,

we should be able
to safely ride it

through to the other side
of the barrier.

Okay, but I don't see
a lot of consistency

amongst the spacial cells.

Neither do we, Captain.
95% are too unstable.

Yeah, those are the ones
that are showing up gray scale.

Negative energy isn't allowing
them to reach equilibrium

and settle into
a fixed spectrum emission.

So the colorful ones
are our best bet.

Yeah, should be.

Zora found one nearby
that's forming right now.

Sending the coordinates.

Commander Detmer, plot a course.

Let's get through the barrier
as fast as we can.

It'll be bumpy.

- Red alert.

- We're inside the barrier.

You may notice a shift
in your visible spectra.

No kidding.

It will return to normal

once we reach a cell

that is in equilibrium.

Closing in on the spacial cell.

Shields dropping to 85%.

- 75%.
- Mr. Saru?

The cell is not yet large
enough to hold us, Captain.

- How much longer?
- Approximately 20 seconds.

Sensors show gamma rays
from a radioactive burst

incoming in four seconds,
six degrees off port.

Adjusting course!

Shields down to 45%. 35.

Stand by, Commander Detmer.
Spacial cell ready in three,

two, one.

- Now.
- Take us in.

Aye, Captain.

Holding steady.

Ah.
- Good work.

Maintain position.

Let's get shields repaired.

Let's keep an eye
on cell stability in here.

Captain? A word.

This is not an ideal time,
Madam President.

I received a classified message
as we entered the barrier.

Marked urgent, our eyes only.
It's being decrypted now.

You good?

Yeah.

It's a ship. You said
this place was abandoned.

It was.

Whoever it is, they're cloaked.

It's a courier model.
Must be here to scavenge.

And if they're flying that low,
it's not the first time.

What if they found
the antimatter?

It was hidden
the last time I checked.

When was that?

I come here every year.

Why?

One.
Two.

- Six.
- Three.

Six.

No. Damn it. Two.

That one always trips me up.

For someone who says
he's not hard on himself,

you're pretty hard on yourself.

No.

No. No. No.

It's okay. It's just someone
probably trying to escape.

The last time...

...the other engineer with me...

- It'll be over soon.
- His head.

His head.

Hey, hey.

It's all right. Okay?

It's all right. Come on.
It's all right.

It's all right.

See?

It's done.

You're okay.

Why did you...

You didn't have to do that.

I never had
a real friend before.

You were right, you know.

About what?

About the equations.

The variable is
for multiverse positioning.

I have a way out of here.

There is no way out of here.

Not with this.

True.

If one is traveling
within this universe.

You're working on
an interdimensional transporter?

I've been designing it
for years.

But the power required
to successfully target

a specific universe, that's...

This camp runs off of a massive
geothermal energy source.

Combined with power from the
warp core that we're building,

it could be enough.

Where would you go?

Kayalise.

It means something
like... "home."

My people say that Kayalise

is a place beyond suffering.

It's long been part
of our cultural history.

And out of all of
the possible universes,

it is said to be
the most peaceful.

I've been searching
for it for years,

and my calculations prove
that it's real.

That sounds like paradise.

You could come with me.

If you want.

Come on.
Let's get this over with.

President Rillak,
Captain Burnham.

I hope this reaches you before
you move out of comms range.

I'm sorry to report that the DMA

has just moved to a new
harvesting location

in the Alpha Quadrant.

I've attached all data
that we have.

Based on its current trajectory,

we expect debris hit
by the gravitational wave

to begin impacting
Ni'Var and Earth

in the next few days.

71 hours by our best estimation.

I'm sending ships
to evacuate, but...

- Zora? Can you restore the rest?
I'm sorry, Captain,

it's damaged beyond repair.

We need to go back.

We can't afford to do that.
Not now.

We have to stay the course.
We have to get to the Ten-C.

- I need to tell my crew.
- No.

No. News like this will spread
faster than we can control.

This-this has to remain
classified until...

Telling them is my prerogative.

Assembling this delegation
was delicate work.

Earth is home
for so many of my crew.

- They deserve to know.

Captain, we need you
on the bridge immediately.

We have stopped moving.

Our spacial cell has drifted
into a cluster of 42 others.

It's like a traffic jam.

- What can we do here?
Not much.

I can't control the trajectory
of the cell we're in.

How long will this take
to clear?

It could be moments,
hours or weeks.

In the meantime, it would seem
we have no choice but to wait.

♪ ♪

Commander Stamets,
have you found a way

- to get us moving yet?
I think so.

Another cell's forming.

Pretty far away,
but it's near a current.

If we can get there, we can
ride it out of the barrier.

We'll be out in no time.

The faster the better,
Commander.

Captain, I don't think
shields will hold long enough

to get there.

No, no, no, no. They might.

Yeah, i-if we...

if we use the cells
that are blocking us

and then move quickly through
them before they collapse.

Moving through the unstable
cells will expose us

to negative energy
and a lot of it.

How long will our shields hold?

Maybe five minutes,
at this point.

Five minutes? Captain.

We don't have any other options.

Engineering, can you do anything
to buy us more time?

Well, if, uh,
we continually recalibrate

to counter the fluctuating...

Will it work, Commander?

I'm...

cautiously optimistic.

Ish.

That'll have to do.

Commander Detmer,
plot us a course.

Aye, Captain.

Leaving our spatial cell now.

This is where you were held?

Home for nearly two years
in the end.

The programmable antimatter
used to be in the cabinets.

Should be more than enough
for our shields.

There's nothing in here.

There's a spot behind the wall,
under the sand.

We stole our own stash.
We hid it there.

- To use in the transporter.
- Yeah.

You never finished it?

No, we did.

Had to use it sooner
than expected.

The Chain was planning
to shut down the camp.

This was our only chance.

Oros.

It's a masterpiece.

Couldn't have done this
without you.

You know that.

Do you think
we have enough power?

We're drawing
from the entire warp core.

It'll work.

Ready?

Yeah.

Let's go home.

- No.

No!

Needs more energy.

What happened after that?

You were right.

I was the worst kind of asshole.

I get it, you know.

Looking back can be hard.

For years,

I blamed my father
for negotiating with the Chain.

But I realized
maybe it was easier to blame him

than to face the fact
that, ultimately...

...he was powerless
to stop them.

And he knew it.

That's part of what drives me,
I think.

Refusing to be powerless
like that.

Look, whatever happened here
with Oros,

it drives you.

And if we're going outside
of the galaxy together,

I need to know
who I'm dealing with.

Get the shuttle ready.

- We're taking Oros with us.
No.

You're lucky
I haven't shot you yet.

You told us
his transporter wouldn't work.

You said it never would.

No, stop. Please.

- Tarka?
Yeah.

We knew
you were working on something.

Said we'd let him go
if he found out what it was.

Osyraa hates liars.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you back then.

I'm gonna get us out of here.

What are... what are you doing?

No!

Okay, hold still.

Oh.

We're free.

We're free.

Come on. Let's go.

- Let's go.

All guards

- assigned to Lab 4...
- Come on. Please.

We got to go.
We have to go now.

- The golden ratio, okay?

- My ribs.
- Every three digits. Eight,

- three-- It's okay.
- I think they're broken.
I'm gonna

- slow you down too much.
- I can carry you.
I can carry you.

- It's okay.

I forgive you.

I don't deserve that.

I... I would have done anything
for freedom.

I will fix the transporter.

I will find another way.

We will go to Kayalise together.

I believe it.

But you must leave now.

Please.

I'll come back for you.

I promise.

I hid in a cave for a week,

trying to find a way back in.

One day, there was this massive
power surge at the camp.

I heard ships leaving.

I went back.
The place was deserted.

Oros was gone.

But I found this.

The golden ratio.

His message to me.

It was our symbol for Kayalise.

Home.

You think he made it.

He's brilliant.

If anyone can do it, it's him.

I've never found
any record of Oros since,

alive or dead.

Nothing.

That's why you come here
every year.

Looking for another sign.

Statistically,
anything's possible.

So I built my own transporter.

But trying to find
the power to make it work,

it's taken years.

And the DMA's power source
should have more than enough.

So that's it.

That's who you're dealing with.

♪ ♪

We just lost one
of our forward emitters.

Ensign Tal?
- Making repairs now, Captain.

Commander Detmer,
how much longer

until we reach the target cell?

It's dead ahead.
Few more minutes.

Once we arrive, the new
spacial cell should carry us out

of the galactic barrier
within the hour.

We will then be able to proceed
to first contact.

Commander Owosekun,
how are we doing on shields?

- Down to four percent!
- Engineering?

We might be able to buy
another 30 seconds,

but that's it.

It's not enough.
- Hey.

We've got this.
A month from now,

you'll be back skiing
in Zermatt.

And where you gonna go?

Astoria.

On Earth's Oregon Coast.

It's heaven.

Hawaii, for me. The beach.

A mai tai.
Maybe I'll take up snorkeling.

Great, I'm coming with you.

I'm gonna hike
the Pacific Crest Trail.

I've locked onto
the target cell, Captain!

Stamets, we'll need those
30 seconds on shields right now!

I'll do my best not to kill us.

Always appreciated.

Owosekun, track our time.

Detmer, on your mark.

Aye, Captain.

Here we go!

15 seconds!

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Twelve.

Eleven.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight. Sev--

We're in.

Six seconds to spare.

Nothing like cutting it close,
huh?

Great work, Detmer.

Great job, everyone.

Mr. Saru,
let's get a team on repairs.

You have the conn.

Madam President.

A word?

Well done, Commander.

- You, too, Zora.
I don't know.

You were cutting it
pretty close.

I like living on the edge.

Okay.

Hey. Um...

About earlier,
with the captain, um,

I might have been a little...

enthusiastic.

Yes. I...

I did think
that I might lose my lunch.

And I had curry, so...

- It's just-- I, um...

I know how hard
it's been for you,

being apart from Gray.

I was...

trying to help.

I know.

I've-I've been all right,
actually.

I mean, it's different,
but it's not...

bad-different.

I-I get to tell Gray
about all this when I see him.

You know?

And we're, like,
leaving the galaxy.

So...

Yeah. I, um...

I probably worry a bit too much.

Fair warning, but, um...

I will always reach for you
if it seems you're hurting.

My dad never did that for me.

So, uh...

I might do it a little extra
for you.

Okay.

I have been warned.

I, too, was moved by hearing
what Earth means to them,

but it does not change my belief

that this information
cannot be shared yet.

With respect, I think
something else is going on here.

For both of us.

What do you mean?

Right now,
we can control who knows what.

And not much else.

Mm.

It's a hard place to be.

Earth and Ni'Var are
the only homes I've ever known.

And what I am right now
is angry.

I am angry at this situation.

I'm angry at the DMA creators,

whoever they may be.

I'm angry at Book.

And at the possibility
that we, uh...

...we could fail.

Your mother,

she hasn't returned
to Ni'Var yet, has she?

No.

No, thankfully, she's
still with J'Vini on P'Jahr.

My mother's family is on Earth.

And my partner just started
a new research project

on Earth's moon.

I had no idea.

I wish you had said something.

Putting words to it
won't help him.

But it might help you.

We're all we have out here,
Madam President.

We have to support each other.

That's what this crew has done
in the darkest of times.

But to do that takes honesty.

With ourselves
and with everyone.

Let me know where you land.

♪ ♪

I applied
the programmable antimatter

to the shield generator.

We're ready to go.

You shouldn't blame yourself
for leaving him behind.

There's not a day goes by
that I don't.

I hope he's out there

and you get to see him again.

Along the way, we'll stop the
DMA and save billions of lives.

That's the definition
of a win-win.

I'll take it.

Now let's get through
the damn barrier.

Captain, I couldn't be happier
to report

that we're officially out
of the galactic barrier.

Out of the Milky Way

- and into extragalactic space.

Well done.

All of you.

It's weird to see so few stars.

Space has never felt this...
empty.

Or quiet.

Not many people
have gotten to see this.

Well, Captain,
should I set a course

for the Ten-C?

We should address
the ship first.

Lieutenant Christopher,
open a channel.

- Channel's open.

Madam President.

Discovery crew,

esteemed delegates,

we have faced and met

our first challenge
of this mission.

Thank you.

For your bravery,

your focus, your strength.

Unfortunately, I have
some difficult news to share.

We have received word
that the DMA has moved.

It is now days away

from Ni'Var, Titan

and Earth.

To the many on board

with family, friends
and colleagues

now under direct threat,
I, too,

feel your pain
in this moment...

♪ ♪

Madam President.

Madam President.

I am so deeply sorry
for this news.

Could you sit with me a while?

I would appreciate your company.

I find you a...

comforting presence.

Of course.

So that's the hyperfield.

As much as our long-range scans
can show us.

I think I... preferred it
as a blob of radio waves.

Yeah.

There is a planet about
two light-years away from it.

Initial scans don't show
any signs of life.

But given its proximity,
I'm having a team check it out

to see if there's anything there

that can help us
with first contact.

Good idea.

Thank you for sharing the news.

We could have told them
together.

Why did you want me to do it?

In times of crisis,
people need to know

that their leaders
are not rattled by uncertainty

or overwhelming odds.

They need to know
that there is a plan.

That they'll be okay.

You're their president.

You can give them confidence.

A sense of security.

You're my president, too.

Oh...

I'm grateful...

we had the chance to...

connect

before we approach
Species Ten-C.

If we can't communicate
with each other,

what chance
do we have with them?

Hmm.

What do you think we'll find
when we get to the hyperfield?

I have no idea.

But we have to succeed.

We have to.

♪ ♪

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