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Last season on Star Trek: Discovery...

- This is mutiny.
- Move, Saru. Fire.

Stand down.

Captain, incoming.

Warp signatures detected.

_

No!

For the charge of mutiny,

it is our ruling that the defendant

be stripped of rank and hereby sentenced

to imprisonment for life.

You helped start a war.

Don't you want to help me end it?

We will be able to materialize anywhere

- in the known universe.
- That's how you beat the Klingons.

Only one more jump.

We are in a parallel universe,

one governed by the Terran Empire.

Don't you bow before your emperor?

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

He's from yours.

Klingons are on the verge

of wiping out the Federation.

We do not have the luxury of principles.

That is all we have, Admiral.

Do we need a mutiny today

to prove who we are?

We are Starfleet.

The war is over. There were triumphs.

Victories of spirit.

Courage beyond reason.

These were bleak times,

times we cannot forget.

We will not allow desperation

to destroy moral authority.

That is the United
Federation of Planets.

Captain on the bridge.

Acting captain.

Please take your stations.

Lieutenant Detmer,

set course for Vulcan and engage

- at maximum warp.
- Aye, sir.

Incoming transmission.

Identify the source, please.

I'm getting the Federation ID code.

I... It's choppy.

Trying to clean it up, sir.

Helm, slow us down.

Dropping us out of warp now, sir.

Hail is from Captain Pike, sir.

It's the USS Enterprise.

Space.

The final frontier.

Above us.

Around us.

Within us.

We have always looked to the stars

to discover who we are.

A thousand centuries ago in Africa,

the Kaaba Em Abathwa tribe
gathered to share a story.

The tale of a girl who dug
her hands in the wood ash

and threw it into the sky to create

the Milky Way.

And hidden there,

a secret buried among the eternal stars,

was a message.

An enormous letter in a
bottle made of space and time,

visible only to those whose
hearts were open enough

to receive it.

A child has come to us.

She's human.

She is orphaned.

It is our responsibility.

What happened to her parents?

The unthinkable.

My name is Amanda.

What's yours?

Michael.

I bless you, Michael.

All my life.

Do you want to meet our son?

When I first heard the story

of the girl who made the stars,

I wasn't ready to understand.

I still don't know if I am.

Spock.

Spock.

This is Michael Burnham.

She will be staying with us.

You will be teaching
her the ways of Vulcan.

I expect you to be friends.

Hello.

Ops, please tell me what is wrong.

Does she need our assistance?

Unable to comply, Captain.

Enterprise is completely off-line.

Except for life support.

Scans show 203 crew members aboard.

The vessel's entire complement is alive.

They're still sending a
priority one distress call,

but the signal's too compromised
for voice transmission.

Morse code might get through!

Sorry. Sorry. It's
just there was static.

You know, then Comms
kind of turned it down.

But... I mean, obviously.

Sorry.

Hey, go, Comms.

Um, can Enterprise switch

- to Morse code?
- Excellent suggestion, Ensign.

Mr. Bryce, please try that.

A former colleague

is an ethnobotanist on that ship.

I've seen its specs.

Only something catastrophic

- could knock her out.
- Helm, do you detect

- any escape pods or shuttles?
- Negative, sir.

Damn, she's a beauty.

Transmission coming through.
Captain Christopher Pike

requests permission to come aboard.

He has an engineer and
science officer with him.

Permission granted.

Commander Burnham,

you will join me in welcoming them.

Yes, sir.

I had not expected to see Spock again.

Neither had I.

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Star Trek: Discovery
SO2EO1 - Brother

Attention, all. Prepare for duty.

Please report to your
division duty officer.

Your brother is the science
officer on the Enterprise.

Foster brother.

I can sense your endocrine
system in overdrive.

You are anxious to see him.

- I'm fine, Saru.
- Oh, I was using the term

in its most positive sense,
meaning "anticipatory. "

We received a priority alert

from one of Starfleet's
most prominent ships.

I am on mission and in
problem-solving mode.

That's what you're sensing.

Hmm.

Order confirmed Transport
coordinates locked.

Do you have any siblings?

Oh, a sister.

Siranna.

Uh, I do not expect a reunion with her.

Sadly, there is terrain
between us we cannot navigate.

I know the feeling.

Transporter locked status. Energizing.

Welcome aboard,

Captain Pike.

I am Commander Saru,

acting captain of the USS Discovery.

How may we be of service?

Well, Commander, this is awkward,

but back in Mojave,
I learned the best way

to get into a cold stream
was to jump right in.

- Uh... yeah.
- Ah.

I'm here at Starfleet's order
to take command of the Discovery

under Regulation 19, Section "C."

Well, we received

no notice from Starfleet.

Because I asked to
deliver the news myself

out of a respect for what you

and your crew have been through.

Forgive me, Captain.

Your directive is only instituted

UNDER THREE CONTINGENCIES:

when an imminent threat is detected,

when the lives of Federation
citizens are in danger,

or when no other officers
of equal or higher rank

are present to mitigate this threat.

May I ask under which
contingency you are here?

All of them.

I see where the Federation
puts its pennies.

Do not covet thy neighbor's
starship, Commander.

Besides, we've got the new uniforms.

And lovely uniforms they are, Captain.

Very colorful.

Over the past 24 hours,
Federation sensors picked up

seven red bursts spread out

across more than 30,000 light-years.

They appeared in perfect synchronization

just long enough for us to get a reading

and then, just as suddenly, disappeared.

Except for one.

Such precise synchronization
all but rules out

the chaos of natural phenomena.

Are they some kind of signal?

That's what we're calling
it, but I'll leave the rest

to my science officer.
Your ball, Connolly.

The signals don't
seem to be moons, stars

or any other type of planetoid.

Truth is, we can't
detect anything about them

or engage with them in any way.

Every time we tried to scan,

the computer went haywire.

Like a compass at the North Pole.

Well put.

Why didn't we think
of that, Connolly? Huh?

Think of all the syllables
that gave their lives.

The metaphor seemed a bit simplistic.

I believe it's a simile.

Then I owe you a simile, Commander...?

Burnham. Michael Burnham.

He said you were smart.

We have someone in common.

Yes, I'm aware.

Mr. Spock.

I was expecting to see him.

Sometimes it's wise to keep
our expectations low, Commander.

That way we're never disappointed.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Linus.

You okay? You look a little...

Yes.

I hear it's going around.

Perhaps the signals
are a temporal anomaly.

A tear in the fabric of space-time.

Black holes can also
cause similar distortions.

Not to this degree.

Six hours ago the signal
stabilized long enough

for us to get a fix on its position.

We were on our way to its
coordinates when suddenly, boom.

Enterprise suffered multiple
catastrophic systems failures.

Starfleet is sending a
team to tow it to Spacedock

for a full diagnostic.

I'll kindly need your
command codes, Mr. Saru.

I cannot do that.

Pardon me?

"Starship command
shall not be transferred

"without DNA authentication

witnessed by the entire bridge crew. "

It is standard operating
procedure since the war.

O... Of course it is. Yes, of course.

Bless you.

Okay, Captain Pike.

Stand by for verification.

Um, I'm... I'm Ensign Sylvia Tilly.

I'm... I'm Discovery's newest addition

- to Starfleet's Command Training Program.
- Hi.

Yeah, you have really
beautiful nail beds.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh, I know what's wrong.
Uh, your pinkie is, um...

It's just really weird

to say "pinkie" to a captain.

It's not a very authoritative finger,

but, um, you know,

it's not on the right
pad. Do... Can I...?

- Kidding.
- Oh, my God.

I thought I broke a captain.

Sorry. I-I don't understand.

All the pertinent
information should be, uh...

There. Oh, God. I'm...

That's your file. I'm sorry, sir. I...

That's all right, Ensign.

Everybody, grab a seat. Go ahead.

I want you all to give that a read.

I'm Captain Christopher Pike.

Up there are my commendations,

my diagnosis of childhood asthma.

Ah, he big red "F,"

that was my failing grade in
astrophysics at the Academy.

I know this is a hard left turn.

You were en route to Vulcan
to pick up a new captain.

I was briefed on the classified details

surrounding your last one.

I know he betrayed this crew.

If I were you, I'd have
my doubts about me as well.

But I'm not him.

I'm not Lorca.

The Federation's hackles are up.

I don't have to remind you that
the last time we investigated

a previously unknown energy distortion,

it resulted in the Klingon war.

These mysterious signals

are unlike anything we've encountered.

The energy needed to create them

is beyond anything we understand.

Is it a greeting?

A declaration of malice?

That's why they put me on the Discovery

when the Enterprise went down;

nobody wanted to wait to find out.

But right now, this little dot

is the only one willing
to tell us where it is.

Helm, plug in the coordinates.

Let's pay a visit.

Warp factor five.

Aye, sir.

With your permission, Commander Saru.

The ship is yours, Captain.

All right, then.

Hit it.

?

Do you hear that?

I sent you my favorite aria
so that you would reconsider

your wildly lame position
on Kasseelian opera.

And to add insult to injury,
I got us actual tickets.

I know. I know you say you hate it,

and that you only do it for me, but...

I do love it when you
only do things for me.

I love it.

All right. I'll see you later.

Commander?

Commander Stamets?

Oh, sorry to interrupt.

Um, given our new mission,

I've been assigned as
Command Program Trainee

to manage the reallocation
of the ship's resources.

- The spore drive...
- I finally understand

why Hugh was so enamored
with Kasseelian opera.

Oh.

The tonal matrices woven together...

the weird rapture between
instruments and voice...

Hugh said it would reach me.

And he was right... as usual.

Um, so since the spore
drive is inactive, um,

the-the, uh, the engine
room is, um, being converted

back into a standard,
uh, engineering workspace

until Disco's up and jumping again.

Um, I did notice that they neglected

to assign you a new lab.

But then I remembered
Brianna in Logic Sciences

has two stories on the third
level, and then it hits me,

"Why does she need all that space?"

Logic science is basically meditation.

I mean, I've never seen the woman move.

So I put her in a utility closet
on 12 and I put you in there.

I'm drunk on power.

Thanks, Tilly, but it isn't necessary.

Well, what do you want me
to do with your equipment?

Just put it in storage.

No, really.

After the peace accord in Paris,

the Vulcan Science Academy offered me

a permanent teaching position.

I said yes.

W
- Wh... You're gonna stay on Vulcan?

But what about the, uh, network?

You have it by the tail.

You have so much more to accomplish.

Did you know that a
Kasseelian prima Donna

trains her whole life
for one performance?

And after she hits that last high "E,"

she plunges a dagger into
her own chest and dies?

She's lived an entire
lifetime in that last note.

And I've lived an entire lifetime

in what I've accomplished
here, on Discovery.

- But what about...?
- Hugh is everywhere I look, Tilly.

How much am I supposed to take?

Starfleet approved my transfer.

It's been postponed until the
completion of Pike's mission.

Sir, I just have to tell you that, um,

I understand that this
place may be haunted for you,

but maybe it's good haunted,

maybe living with ghosts
and energies that are bigger

than we are is why you love science.

Tilly. You are...

...incandescent.

You're going to become
a magnificent captain

because you do everything out of love.

But...

I need you to repeat after me.

Okay.

- "I will say... "
- I will say...

- "... fewer things. "
- fewer thing... Okay.

I don't want you to go.

"'Would you tell me, please,

"which way I ought to go from here?'

"'That depends a good deal
on where you want to get to,'

"said the Cat.

"'I don't care much where,' said Alice.

"'Then it doesn't matter

which way you go,' said the Cat. "

Which way do you want to go?

Home. To Earth.

I'm gonna take you there
someday, sweetheart.

Door.

May I enter?

Yes, of course.

It would appear the
human proverb is accurate:

old habits die hard.

Or they never die at all.

I wasn't aware you knew
Amanda read Aliceto me.

While I was often occupied
by work in the evenings,

it did not prevent my
listening from upstairs.

Her voice gave comfort to us both.

I will be leaving Discovery

as soon as we drop out of warp.

Vulcan High Command has asked
that I work with Starfleet

in assembling a Federation task force.

These signals must be deciphered,

and the timing must be
considered, so soon after a war.

Do you think they're related?

Could the Klingons be involved?

No.

I reached out to High Chancellor L'Rell.

The Klingons have seen the signals, too,

and they have no
explanation for them, either.

Why do you think he
didn't come on board?

Undoubtedly, Spock has devoted himself

to bringing the Enterprise back on line.

There's more to it than that.

How long has it been
since you spoke to him?

Years.

Me, too.

When I first came to you,

I... I know that you
considered every possible effect

a Vulcan education, a Vulcan life,

might have on a human child.

What did you want
Spock to learn from me?

Empathy.

Something he would need to understand

to successfully interact with humans.

Wouldn't he have learned
this from our mother?

Spock has great
reverence for his mother.

But reverence tends to...

Fill up the room.

Indeed.

So from a peer,

a sibling, you thought...

Yes.

But I do not think I was successful.

I do not think he ever
fully accepted you.

He may have.

For a time.

Just a time?

I'm discouraged he did
not embrace the lesson.

Father, I am confident that
empathy is very real for Spock.

I can hear the missing notes, Michael.

There is something
about your relationship

you're not sharing.

It weighs on you.

Despite my departure,

I will avail myself to you,

should you choose to
speak of it someday.

Thank you.

In the meantime, I suggest you focus

on the problem in front of
you, rather than what is behind.

We're approaching the
signal's coordinates, Captain.

Acknowledged.

Bridge crew, give me a roll call.

Lord knows what's
waiting for us down there.

I want to know who I'm
facing it with. Sound off.

And skip your ranks, they don't matter.

Clockwise from Science.

Michael Burnham.

Evan Connolly.

Gen Rhys.

Keyla Detmer.

Joann Owosekun.

Lieutenant Commander Airiam.

Ronald Altman Bryce.

Saru.

Just Saru.

All right. Rhys, charge phaser cannons.

Bryce, start transmitting
standard Federation greeting.

Owosekun, Saru, Connolly,
Burnham, scan what you can.

Detmer... fly good.

Aye, Captain.

Yellow Alert. Drop us out of warp.

I'm detecting something.

- How close was that?
- 700 meters.

I was expecting a red thing.
Where's my damn red thing?

All sensors are at maximum power.

There's no sign of the original signal

or any object that
might have generated it.

As if it were a mirage.

All right, let's ID
what nearly T-boned us.

See if it can provide any answers.

It appears to be an
interstellar asteroid

traveling at 5,000
kilometers per second.

Sir, the point of near impact

was the exact coordinates of the signal.

Well, that's interesting.
Chase it, Detmer.

- Chasing, sir.
- What do the scans tell us?

There's interference
from a hyper-dense cloud

of charged particles.

This rock has an atmosphere.

How? It isn't large enough to generate

a sufficient gravity field.

Not so sure about that.

We just splashed into
a deep gravity well

that appears to be rapidly fluctuating.

Okay. I want to know what's down there.

Suggestion. Discovery
has telescopic cameras

to help aid in hull
repairs. We point them at

- the asteroid and capture images.
- Love it. Do it.

Images are coming in,
but closer is better.

- Increase to one-quarter impulse.
- Accelerating one-quarter, sir.

- Report!
- We just pushed apart

like two similarly charged magnets.

I've never experienced anything like it.

Our interaction has changed
the object's trajectory.

It is now on a collision
course with a pulsar.

five hours.

There's a Starfleet vessel down there.

On screen.

I picked up a strange
chasm cutting across

the ice field of the asteroid's surface.

They crash-landed.

Hail them, Bryce.

Absolutely no response, Captain.

There's no way to zoom in any further.

Commander Saru,

I know your vision has a
larger optical window than ours.

Can you make out the registry number?

N- C-C
dash 8-1-5.

A medical frigate.

Running it.

The USS Hiawatha,

thought destroyed by the
Klingons ten months ago.

Any life signs?

Still impossible to scan, sir.

The asteroid's temperature is
negative 120 degrees Celsius.

Helm, stay on their tail.

Prep a landing party.

Is there any location on that
asteroid that we can beam to?

Negative. The cloud of charged particles

will disrupt transporter signals.

Without pattern enhancers,

transport to and from the
asteroid is too dangerous.

A shuttle? The
unpredictable gravity fields

- would make landing impossible, sir.
- If there's anybody down there,

I'm not leaving them there to die.

It is my duty to articulate
that the odds of survival

in a crashed ship on one of
the most hostile environments

in space are unlikely,

and risking more crew
to confirm that fact,

well, it requires consideration.

I'm considering that if you're wrong,

we've got less than five
hours to get them out.

Landing on an asteroid traveling

at 5,000 kilometers per second

with spotty telemetry
and no transporter...

I know what it is, Commander.

I didn't sit out the war with
my crew just to stand down now.

Listen, I don't mind dissenting
opinions, I really don't,

but they have to come with solutions.

Yes. I have one.

That's what I was trying to offer.

And for the record,

there is not a single person
on this bridge who would abandon

a Starfleet brother or sister... sir.

Right there with you.

What did you have in mind?

We have less than two hours to fly down

to the asteroid's surface
and search for survivors,

then set up pattern
enhancers and beam back.

Unless our signals get caught
up in all that E.M. distortion

and we rematerialized
in a billion pieces.

You want out, Connolly? Now's the time.

Not a chance, sir. I
love roller coasters.

- What about you, Burnham?
- I'm not uncomfortable with risk.

Get your red shirt into a EV
suit, Nhan. You're with us.

Can't wait, sir.

Hey, I need a sample of that asteroid.

I was down in engineering
during the flyby, right?

I noticed that all the
spores started going crazy

the closer we got.

It-it may be a coincidence,

but I haven't seen a
mycelial energy spike

like this since the Tardigrade.

Stamets must be having a field day.

Um... Stamets is
transferring off the ship.

And if you ask me any more questions,

I'm gonna start crying like a
baby Tribble in the kill zone.

Promise you'll be coming back,

'cause I can't lose
two people in one day.

That's right. You can't
promise that. Um, lie to me?

I'm coming back, Tilly.

All non-essential personnel,

please clear main
shuttle bay immediately.

Landing pod one,

stand by for launch prep.

Landing pod four, stand
by for launch prep.

Landing pod two, five
minute check complete.

Landing pod pilots,
you are clear to board.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Launch stations one
through four engaged.

Pod Control, stand by to
commence launch initiation.

Auto navigation system on line.

These lander pods were developed
for a mission to Kim-Tara.

It has similar gravimetric conditions.

- You've flown 'em before, Burnham?
- Yes, sir.

I was one of the test pilots.
Nine Gs for 11 minutes.

- Okeydoke. Then you're in the lead.
- Copy that.

Maintaining for 11 minutes
seems like a bit of a stretch.

For some of us, maybe.

Okay, guys.

- Final system check complete.
- Bridge,

launch sequence confirm.

Thrusters ready on my mark.

Launch in five...

four... three... two...

one.

- We got debris.
- No shit.

Auto navigation confirmed.

I don't like those thermals.

The rock's under so much pressure

that when the gravity field fluctuates,

- the debris inflates.
- You mean explodes?

Really? Are you surprised?

I'm not detecting any pattern to
these energy field detonations.

Magnetics are messing
with my nav computer.

I'm peaking, too. Switch
to manual navigation.

I'm losing control.

These pods are built for this, Nhan.

Just take the stick manually.

You mean manuallymanually?

Connolly, your field is too wide.

Watch the boulders in lateral grid six.

- Burnham's right. Tuck in behind her.
- No, she's not, sir.

Ooh!

Connolly, I'm telling you

your field is too wide!

Pull back, Lieutenant. That's an order!

Sir, she didn't alter the
computer's flight patterns

to adjust for the gravitational
fluctuations. I've got this.

You can't rely on sensors!

Don't question my calculations.

My roommate at the
academy was part Caitian.

And she was a year ahead of
me, Burnham, but I told her

what I'll tell you
- just relax and let me do...

No!

Connolly?!

Pod three is down.

Pod two has sustained structural damage.

Navigation is off-line.

Structural integrity compromised.

System failure is imminent.

Initiating ejection sequence.

Exo-suit initiation failure.

Auto eject override.

Discovery, I have system-wide failure.

Negative on evac. I
am in total free fall.

Captain Pike,

we are running a remote
diagnostic on your pod now.

It's dead. That's the diagnosis.

- 3,000 feet to impact.
- Can you eject?

No. My thruster pack's damaged.
The damn helmet's stuck.

Discovery,can you activate the
captain's ejector seat remotely?

Lot of surface distortion.
I need another 30 seconds.

Without EV boosters, he'll
still be in free fall.

Not if I can catch him.

Forget it, Burnham. I already
lost one officer today.

I'm comfortable with the risk, sir.

And I'm not. If you screw
this up, we're both dead.

Stay on mission. That's an order.

2,000 feet till impact.

You need to trust us, sir. I told you

we don't abandon each other.

Discovery has you.

We have him, right, ladies?

Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

Do it.

Calculating the burn rate
to stop terminal velocity.

Once I eject, take control
of my thruster and plot

- a trajectory to the captain.
- Working on it.

20 seconds to impact!

Nhan, stay on course to
the asteroid's surface.

You'll be fine. I'm
going after the captain.

Copy that. Go get 'em, Burnham.

- I have a lock.
- Plotting your trajectory, Burnham.

If this works, you have less
than ten seconds to catch him,

and then I'll hit your thrusters.

Copy. Get ready to eject
the captain on my mark.

On three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Six seconds to impact.

Five. Four.

Three.

Two. One.

Initiating maximum thrust!

Burnham?

Burnham, do you copy?

Discovery, this is
Burnham. We have touchdown.

There's a ton of interference.

Tilly was right.

The asteroid's energy
density is off the charts.

We need to get her a
sample for analysis.

My God.

Red alert. Red...

Perimeter red alert.

Collision imminent.

Man, they came down hard.

Titanium. Snapped in half.

The gravitational field was probably

ten times stronger when they landed.

I have an incoming target.

It's made from scavenged Starfleet tech.

I see navigation parts.

Looks like multi-vector propulsions.

Inertial dampeners,
too. This design is...

Awesome. I know. I built them.

You're welcome.

Don't just stand there.
Follow the kids. Come on!

Are we breathable here?

Yup. Ditch your helmets,
and keep her coming.

Stop! Look down.

I don't have time for
you to get decapitated.

Oh, thank Christ you guys are here.

I'm Commander Jett Reno, Engineering.

I'd shake your hand, but

I'm up to my elbow in Tellarite brains.

Captain Christopher Pike
of the USS Discovery.

This is Commander Burnham
and Commander Nhan.

Yeah. I saw the Federation insignia.

It's why I didn't vaporize you.

Who were you expecting?

Are you kidding? Maybe
someone with a bat'leth?

Never need to see another one of those

for the rest of my damn life.

Ugh. Grek's head wound
keeps opening up, poor guy.

Nice to meet ya.

Relax. Tellarite blood's
rich in hemerythrin.

The only place on Earth
you'll find anything

like it is marine invertebrates.

Evolution's a fickle bitch, am I right?

- How long have you...?
- Ten months, 11 days.

Remind me never to get stranded

in enemy space with a war raging.

Commander Reno, the war's over.

No one's speaking Klingon, so... we won?

There was an armistice. We're at peace.

An armistice with the
guys who drink bloodwine?

Yes.

Hear that, Valentine?

The war's over. We're going home.

Valentine took a piece of shrapnel

to the left aortic valve.

Needed a transplant, but didn't
have a donor, so I piggybacked

his heart to a dead
Bolian to keep it ticking.

You're an engineer, not a surgeon.

Body's just a machine, and I read.

Commander, you kept all of
these officers alive by yourself?

The kids helped. I built them
to handle a lot of weight.

When I suspended the counterweights,

they hung me upside down like a bat.

When were you shot down?

On the way to Starbase 36.

We got most of the
war-wounded into escape pods,

- but this batch was too critical to move.
- And you stayed behind?

Of course I stayed behind. What
the hell would you have done?

Admittedly, not the brightest move.

We've been rocking
and rolling for hours.

Can someone tell me what's going on?

This asteroid is

on a collision course with a pulsar.

The gravitational field is
gonna tear this place apart.

Uh. What a relief. Thought
we were all gonna die.

Can you get us the hell
out of here, or what?

We're damn sure gonna try.

The pads are still intact.

- Can we move your patients?
- Dicey, but yeah.

Ready.

Set up the enhancers around the ship

widest perimeter possible
then meet us at sickbay.

Got it.

We're in business.

Why are we moving them if you're
creating an enhancement field

big enough to beam from
anywhere on the ship?

The enhancers are just a backup in case

the Hiawatha'smain transporter
doesn't stay on line.

Ship-to-ship beaming on the pads
is far more reliable, and it'll

be safer for your patients.
See if you can get that one up.

Where the hell were you ten months ago?

Commander, do you know
anything about the signal?

What signal?

Well, we found you by tracking
the coordinates of a signal,

one of seven.

Turned up straight out of nowhere.

I don't know anything about it.

Once the perimeter's set,

we can start beaming
them out six at a time.

Enhancement field is on line!

Let's go! Let's go!

We have transporter signal, sir.

Proximity alert, sir.

The debris is getting worse.

If the transporters are
up, then we have no shields.

Yellow alert! Evasive maneuvers!

Starboard impact!

That asteroid will not
hold together much longer.

Comms, notify Dr. Pollard
and have her team ready

to receive survivors
in the transporter room.

?

Come on, come on, come on.

Yes.

The first wave of patients
are aboard, Captain.

Keep us in transporter range.

Pike to Discovery. Standing
by for final transport.

Rerouting power.

Burnham, let's go.

Burnha...

Discovery,if you can hear me,

track my signal.

Helmet!

?

?

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Pike to Discovery. Get us out of here.

Wait!

?

Oh. Excuse me.

Excuse me. S-Sorry.

Are you okay?

Femoral shaft fracture.
Dr. Pollard said I'd be up

on my feet in two hours.

It's okay if you forgot the sample. I...

The only thing I care
about coming back is you.

Tilly, I-I had it, in my hand.

But when I beamed out, the
transporter didn't get a lock.

Then that would mean that
the asteroid is not entirely

- comprised of baryonic matter.
- Right.

Could mean that Discovery
is... touching something

- impossible. Yeah.
- Impossible.

A
- a bridge to a potentially unlimited

and... and 100%
- efficient energy source.

A new branch of science
could be sprouting before us,

and we are its founding mothers.

It would explain the
volatile gravitational energy.

- I... I need to...
- Get that sample

before it's swallowed up by
that pulsar. Now, the asteroid

has been shedding rocks
all over the place.

I mapped several of their trajectories.

We still have time to reach one of them.

This is what you've been
doing since you were rescued?

You're supposed to be recovering.

I'm a terrible patient.

I second that.

67 minutes until vaporization.

Go.

Tilly to Engineering.

Get me a gravity simulator

and meet me in the shuttle bay now.

The bridge is standing
by and ready to receive.

Is there a flux coupler in the crate?

We need it to activate the power relays.

Something like this?

- What are you doing here?
- Well, that depends.

Are you attempting to capture
an asteroid, Ensign Tilly?

Uh, just a little piece.
If my theory's correct,

we'll be able to interact
with dark matter, sir.

Well, I'm offended I
wasn't invited to the party.

Oh, my... oh my, God, you're so invited.

Everybody clear!

Gravity simulator is on line, Captain.

Copy that, Ensign.
We'll get into position.

Mr. Saru.

My mission has ended.

I believe this one's yours.

Thank you, Captain.

Lieutenant Detmer, engage
your intercept course

and place the asteroid
directly in our wake.

It'd be my pleasure, sir.

This feels bad.

- Hold tight.
- Aft shields at 110% of maximum.

90 seconds until they overload.

Detmer, pump the brakes.

It's in the bay.

All systems intact.

Good to go, Commander.

Helm, get us out of here.

Shuttle bay, what's your status?

- I thought it'd be bigger.
- Mm.

The shuttle bay needs a little
TLC, but all is well, Commander.

This is the power of math, people!

- Come on!
- You are correct, Ensign.

Come in.

Ah.

All better? Can't
have my science officer

walking around looking
like that tower in Pisa.

Dr. Pollard is the
definition of "meticulous. "

Mm.

I heard you were staying on with us.

Oh. Yeah.

The damage to Enterprise was severe.

Engineering Corps has no idea
when she'll be back on line.

Does Commander Saru know?

Yes.

And we'll treat this like a...

joint custody situation.

He's got a lot of smart.

And since the Federation
has entrusted Discovery

with determining the source
and intent of those signals,

I need all the smart I can get.

And I need a new ready room.

Where the hell do people sit, huh?

They don't.

Lorca wasn't one to encourage discourse.

Well,

I want my officers to feel like they can

pull up a chair and speak freely.

Why don't we get the
hell out of here, huh?

Come on.

Yes, sir.

_____

Has Spock told you why he and
I don't have a relationship?

No.

Not specifically.

I'm the reason.

I'd like to go to Enterprise, sir.

To see him.

I'm sorry, Burnham,
but Spock's not there.

He took leave.

Missing the war...

while the Enterprise was
on its five-year mission,

that, uh...

took a toll on my crew,

a toll on Spock.

On me, too.

Even if they had called you back,

you were so far away, you
wouldn't have made it in time.

Starfleet ordered you to
stay away for a reason.

Enterprise was an
instrument of last resort.

"What is the logic in staying away

if there is nothing
left to come back to?"

Spock asked the most amazing questions.

It's completely logical

yet somehow able to make
everyone see that logic

was the beginning of the
picture and not the end.

He was ahead of all of us, in that way.

A few months ago,

I... I felt something shift in him.

It was as if he'd run into a
question he couldn't answer.

He-he didn't want to share it with me.

With anybody.

And you have no idea
what it might have been?

No. Spock's one of my bridge officers.

I trust him implicitly.

He asked me for time,
and I gave it to him.

How long will he be gone?

Not sure.

He had months and months accumulated.

I'd still like to go aboard.

I don't know what I expect to find,

but...

I need to.

Captain Pike to the bridge.

You should go.

And, Burnham...

...wherever our mission takes us,

we'll try to have a little
fun along the way, too, huh?

Make a little noise.

Ruffle a few feathers.

I look forward to it, Captain.

?

?

?

?

Personal log.

As a child, I had what my
mother called nightmares.

She taught me to control
my fear by drawing it,

rendering fear powerless.

The nightmares have returned.

The same vision, again and again.

I now understand its meaning

and where it must lead me.

In the event of my death,

I have encoded it
within this audio file.

This may be my last entry
aboard the Enterprise.

?

There are so many things
I wish I'd said to you,

so many things I want to say now.

?

I'm too late, aren't I?

Oh, Spock.

I can only pray I don't lose you again.

Brother.

Get in the borrow of this signals it's
at the most importance for the federation.

You never forget your first jump.

Spook had a vision. He
called The Red Angel.

- It changed him.
- I'll find him.

Nothing is ever truly gone.

Termination begins creation,
is why life is eternal.

Captain Georgiou.

- Will you join section 31?
- Fancy.

You'll gonna have to start trust me.

I'm sure you need to get
back to your snake pit.

I would like to believe
that somewhere in the unknown

there is purpose.

That we're be guided to him.

Someone or something is going to
end all sentient life in the galaxy.

I'm scared.

I need you to hold it together.

We'll figure it out. It's what we do.

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