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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Something has been happening to me.

Have you told Dr. Culber about this?

That would put Hugh in an impossible position.

It would be his duty to report

the effects of my genetic manipulation.

On the other hand, Starfleet finds out,

his career would be ruined.

Either way, I hurt him.

Nobody survives Klingon torture

for seven months. What are you doing here?

The captain of this ship,

she-she's taken a liking to me.

Certain we can get to your ship undetected?

Kol has managed to revive

the Klingon Ship of the Dead

and is now sharing its stealth technology.

That makes your mission at Pahvo

Starfleet's highest priority.

We landed on Pahvo.

We located a transmitter that could allow Starfleet

to detect the presence of cloaked Klingon vessels.

Like you, we seek harmony.

With your help and our technology,

we can put an end

to this conflict.

The transmitter's

now sending out a new signal,

ours

and the Klingons'.

Captain. Long-range sensors have detected

an incoming Klingon vessel.

Can you identify what it is?

It's the Ship of the Dead, sir.

Pahvans have no means to protect themselves.

We're the Pahvans' only line of defense.

We have ordered

all active starships back behind Federation lines.

Retreat, Captain. That is an order.

Now, with the Ship of the Dead on the way here...

Yes. General Kol's next strategic move will be

to destroy the transmitter,

thus eliminating any chance

of the Federation gaining an upper hand.

But we cannot risk losing the Discovery over this.

Need I remind you

the Klingons don't take threats lightly?

By seeming to align themselves with us,

the Pahvans just became one.

And that ship can and will

destroy an entire planet in the blink of an eye.

Your mission to Pahvo

was to give us the advantage we sorely needed.

But that mission failed.

We have gathered the top scientific minds

to devise a solution

to crack the invisibility screens

that cloak the Klingon warships,

within the safety of Federation space.

Your crew is to join the effort.

You want me to run from a fight

and leave a peaceful species to face annihilation?

I'm sorry.

But the logic is clear.

You will jump to Starbase 46.

Immediately.

Lieutenant Detmer, set a course for Starbase 46.

Warp five.

Yes, Captain.

Sir, the Pahvans are more vulnerable

than Admiral Terral could possibly understand.

Please, if I could only speak with him

and relay my experience with their peace-loving species...

At this speed, they'll be expecting us in three hours

at Starbase 46.

That's why we're warping

and not using the spore drive.

I have no intention of reaching our destination.

But if you're planning on disobeying a direct order,

best not to advertise the fact.

So... you all heard the panicked admiral.

Starfleet is tired of fighting

the Klingon cloaking devices and losing.

So am I.

We have just under three hours

to find a solution.

If we can,

we jump back.

Defend Pahvo.

If we can't...

Let's get to it.

Lieutenant Stamets.

I'm gonna need

some reasonable explanation for Starfleet

as to why we're currently not using the spore drive.

I understand you've had some trouble

with your interface upgrades?

Now that you mention it, um...

has been a little itchy.

That's unfortunate.

Get down to medical bay, get a full examination.

Is...

is that completely necessary, sir?

It's obligatory.

I want Dr. Culber to run every single test possible.

We need the data trail.

Two hours before we arrive at the starbase;

less than that, probably,

before the Klingons arrive at Pahvo.

Tell me you have a solution.

Currently, we suspect the Klingon cloak

generates a massive gravitational field,

one that bends light

and other electromagnetic waves around the ship.

Essentially rendering it undetectable to our sensors.

But the cloak has small imperfections.

So what appears like background EM radiation actually contains

near-imperceptible shifts

that correlate to the cloak's gravitational field.

If we can determine

the exact relationship between the two,

we could develop an algorithm

to expose any invisible ship's position.

But the imperfections are infinitesimal.

How do we detect them?

By placing sensors on board

the Klingon ship to relay data back to Discovery.

On the ship?

With... a boarding party?

One that has to physically beam over.

All right. How do we get our people there?

Klingons know that Discovery is a valuable target.

We use it as bait,

to draw their flagship away from Pahvo.

They'd have to drop the cloak to engage us in battle.

Their shields and weapons

are off-line when they're invisible.

so that gives us a small window to beam over

after the cloak is down,

but before their shields go up.

The team on board the Klingon ship

will install two sensors. Every time it cloaks,

we gather readings.

There is a problem, though, sir.

It will take time to gather sufficient data.

How much time?

Days.

Well, we don't have days.

But we do have a spore drive.

Gentlemen.

Starfleet brass is awaiting a full report

of the lieutenant's condition.

Uh, you wanted evidence

of an issue with your navigator?

You've gotten more than you've asked for.

Lieutenant Stamets' scans show a restructuring of the tracts

within the white matter of his medial temporal lobe.

Have you experienced any side effects

as a consequence of that?

No, Captain.

Okay.

Well, I'm not ready to play roulette with his brain.

Duly noted, Doctor. Send the report directly to me.

To me, Doctor, and I shall read it.

Lieutenant, follow me.

You want me to make 133 jumps?

Micro-jumps.

Each one performed in rapid succession.

We'll provide a three-dimensional snapshot

of the cloaked Klingon ship's position.

The readings will be received

from every necessary vector in under four minutes.

That will give us the data to calculate the algorithm,

but it'll take time to compute something that complex.

I have faith in Mr. Saru.

Captain, there has to be another way. You heard...

I wish there were.

I wish...

I didn't have to ask you to make this sacrifice,

but the Klingons won't stop until they've destroyed

everything in their path, everyone.

And we can't stop them...

without the spore drive...

without you.

But you're asking us to use the drive

in ways we've never conceived of.

The spore delivery system isn't configured

to handle the amount of volume that would be required.

And that's gonna stop you?

I don't think so.

I know what drives you, Lieutenant.

You're not just a scientist,

you're an explorer.

You could have stayed in a lab on Earth,

but you chose to go where no one has gone before.

Let me show you something.

You've been accumulating this data

from my jumps the whole time?

Mm-hmm.

And these scattered pockets

of negative mass, it's...

They could indicate alternative parallel universes

connected to the mycelial network.

And with more jumps, we could find a pattern,

perhaps even the coordinates to reach them.

You showed me

this invention

could take us to places

that we never dreamed we could reach.

This is far beyond our preconceptions

of time and space.

Captain, I didn't know you cared.

We have to win this war...

but then...

Then the journey continues.

If we can save Pahvo,

defeat the Klingons and do all this,

133 jumps it is.

Lieutenant Tyler,

prep a boarding party for the Klingon ship.

Two people, in and out.

I recommend Specialist Burnham accompany me, sir.

Out of the question. It's too dangerous.

The effectiveness of our sensors

depends on their placement at the points closest

to the Klingon vessel's stern and bow.

But their bridge is roughly four times the size

of any Federation ship.

I've been there.

Only one location will work.

Lieutenant Tyler doesn't know how to access it; I do.

Then you'll tell someone else where it is.

You're not going.

Sir, you offered me a place on this ship...

And now I'm ordering you to stay.

Is that understood?

You are the captain, but you are not

using the full resources

to ensure the success of your mission.

There is no logic to your thinking.

Unless this is about me.

I'm here on borrowed time.

When you asked me to stay, it was to help you win this war.

Given the time I spent on that Klingon vessel,

I'm the most qualified crew member to place those sensors.

Otherwise...

I have no purpose here.

Fine. Execute the mission as ordered

and get back here safely.

Thank you, Captain.

I know better than to ask you not to do this.

But I will ask you to allow me to take precautions.

I'm so glad he finally told you

about the side effects.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

I just assumed...

No. It's okay, Tilly.

I'm sure the lieutenant has a good explanation

for keeping that a secret.

There's no time. This cuff

will let me treat you while you're in the chamber.

We are about to face

the most difficult challenge we have ever attempted.

Today, we stare down the bow of the Ship of the Dead,

the very same ship that took

thousands of our own at the Battle of the Binary Stars.

When I took command of this vessel, you were

a crew of polite scientists.

Now,

I look at you.

You are fierce warriors all.

No other Federation vessel

would have a chance of pulling this off.

Just us.

Because mark my words:

you will look back proudly and tell the world you were there

the day the USS Discovery saved Pahvo

and ended the Klingon war.

Sir, long-range sensors have detected the power signature

of a cloaked Klingon vessel entering Pahvo's orbit.

Transporter room, stand by.

Black alert.

Let's jump back to Pahvo.

Hmm.

These pattern simulators will mask our human life signs.

Locking on.

Got it.

Sir, Lieutenant Tyler and Specialist Burnham

have successfully beamed aboard the Klingon vessel.

Excellent. Detmer, evasive pattern lambda ten.

Let's keep the Klingons engaged so that Burnham

and Tyler can plant those sensors.

It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

Clear.

Pattern simulators are on line.

Our life signs are masked as Klingon.

First drop point is 600 meters this way.

Uplink to Discovery established.

Which way to the bridge?

Out this door, down that passage.

One down, one to go.

I'm detecting a human life sign on board.

None of our intel on General Kol

pointed to a potential Federation prisoner.

If we have a chance to rescue

one of our people, we have to take it.

Burnham, we can't deviate from the mission.

The life sign isn't far from the bridge.

Just on the opposite side.

It might even provide us a location to wait out the jumps.

I have to bring everyone home.

Mm-hmm.

You have 60 seconds to crack that, or we proceed

to the bridge.

Let me try.

Hi. Spent seven months in a Klingon prison?

Ah. Admiral.

It's you.

Admiral, I'm Specialist Burnham. Can you move?

I can't... feel my legs.

Tyler?

Tyler! Here. I'm here. I'm here.

Burnham.

Here, come on.

Is he injured?

He was a victim of Klingon torture.

State your mission, Specialist Burnham.

Captain Lorca dispatched us to install

sensors aboard this ship so we could break the Klingon cloak.

I've treated patients with PTSD symptoms.

He's in shock. He's not gonna be of any help to you

anytime soon.

I have to make it to the bridge.

You're leaving me?

I don't have a choice.

Here.

Discovery will beam us out when the time comes.

Tyler, can you hear me?

I want to see this mission through.

I meant what I said.

Everybody comes home.

Uplink to Discovery established.

Captain, the second sensor is on line.

Standing by to receive data

as soon as the Klingon vessel cloaks.

Then let's make it happen.

Black alert.

Black alert.

Mr. Rhys, be ready to fire the torpedoes

when we come out of the jump.

Remember, our people are on board, so just a scratch.

Aye, Captain.

Let's give 'em a little taste

of what the Discovery is capable of.

What is it doing?

My lord, the Federation ship

has vanished without a trace.

So, this is Discovery's fabled power.

Cloak us at once!

Captain, the Ship of the Dead is cloaking.

Right on schedule.

The sensors are transmitting the cloaking frequency.

Commence jump sequence.

Engaging spore drive jump

in five,

four, three...

Two,

one.

I love you.

Go.

Our sensors have begun

transmitting the data.

Keep it up, Mr. Stamets.

Just finish the jumps, and we'll have what we need.

Heart rate is at 182.

Tilly, how many jumps do we have left?

96 more.

Tyler, you need

to focus on my voice.

You're safe.

Burnham will return shortly.

What you are experiencing are the effects

of past trauma.

I know it doesn't feel like that. Believe me.

What you're seeing is just a memory.

You are right here with me.

Make them stop. Make them stop.

They didn't break you then,

so they are not gonna break you now.

Normal breath in.

Slow breath out.

Good. Keep that up.

Jump 59.

Jump 60.

Jump 61.

Jump 62.

How we doing, Lieutenant?

There's a clearing

in the forest.

That's how they go.

Jump 63.

Engineering to bridge,

we have to abort.

We have 70 jumps left, Doctor.

His sinoatrial node is firing at over 200 per minute.

Call it off, now!

You do whatever you have to do. You keep him alive

till he finishes the jumps.

Trillions of lives are at stake here.

That's an order, Doctor.

Administering digoxin,

2.4cc's.

I love you, too.

Jump 65.

My lord, sentry reports signs of possible sabotage.

Sector 37, near the burial chamber.

L'Rell.

She must have escaped.

Find her

and cut off her legs.

She will be dealt with after we leave this place.

Engage the warp drive.

This display from

the Starfleet ship is part of a ruse.

And I do not intend to let myself be fooled.

Engage the warp drive.

Intruder alert!

General Kol,

I wish to talk.

Who is that?

You speak Klingon?

Show yourself.

This device is a universal translator.

An example of human ingenuity.

All I see is another attempt by humanity

to rob us of our identity.

It's proof of our desire to communicate.

Is that why you're here on my ship,

Starfleet intruder?

You are Kol.

You took T'Kuvma's place.

Hmm.

And have you come here to take the place

of the human that this belongs to?

'Cause I see that it holds value to you.

Well, it makes for a useful object to pick my teeth.

I thought Klingons were honorable.

As if you understand honor.

Where is the honor

of taking a ship that doesn't belong to you?

You had no hand in the battle

that caused this war.

You were not here

when T'Kuvma fell.

And how would you know such things?

Because I was here.

I'm the one who killed T'Kuvma.

Lieutenant, we're about to have company.

Tyler,

there's only so much I can do when I can't move my legs.

For the love of God, get up!

Burnham is in danger and she needs your help!

You killed T'Kuvma?

Then this belonged to your captain.

Her name was Captain Philippa Georgiou.

I regret that my actions that day

have locked our people into this war.

While I thank you for it.

My rise to power would not be possible

if not for the assassination of T'Kuvma.

Lock her up.

Once I return with the slayer

of their messiah,

what remains of T'Kuvma's torch-bearing fools

will have no choice but to fall in line.

If you are to capture me, then prove your worth.

T'Kuvma defeated the woman whom that belonged to.

Do me the same honor.

I accept your challenge, human.

Three,

two,

one.

Jump protocol complete.

Number One, how's that algorithm coming?

Computer estimates five minutes until data analysis is complete

and we're able to break through the cloak.

We're sitting ducks.

Captain, I'd suggest jumping to safety

until the cloak has been penetrated.

Why aren't they firing?

They're thinking of leaving.

I would.

We're not going anywhere

till we have Burnham and Tyler back.

Kol!

Kol! Kol! Kol! Kol!

Your death

will secure my place as absolute ruler

of the Klingon Empire.

Kill her!

Captain, I've got it.

The algorithm is ready.

We have their cloaking signature.

Transferring to transporter room control.

Bring 'em home, Number One.

Locking on.

Discovery to Tyler.

Ready to transport.

Tyler to Discovery. I have two to transport.

Burnham's on the bridge.

Confirmed. We'll pull you in first.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Is victory to be mine so easily?

Specialist Burnham, prepare to transport.

No, it's not.

And neither is this.

Sir, Lieutenant Tyler and Specialist Burnham

are safely back aboard. Along with...

Admiral Cornwell, who's been injured,

and a Klingon prisoner, who's been taken into custody.

An extra prize. All right.

Load all available photon torpedoes.

Target the enemy ship.

Target acquired, sir.

We can see them.

And fire.

Admiral Cornwell's emergency medical shuttle

has successfully arrived at Starbase 88.

She's currently undergoing surgery.

I am told she should make a total recovery.

It's excellent news.

Make sure to send her my best.

Planet of Pahvo is safe, the cloak-breaking

algorithm is being refined for fleet-wide use as we speak,

and will be transmitted on a secure channel to you

in just under 11 hours.

The sooner, the better.

There are reports of cloaked Klingon vessels

advancing on our borders, and on you.

The war is not won yet.

But you have increased the likelihood

of a victory for Starfleet, despite your...

unorthodox methods.

I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

Now it is time for Discovery to return to safety.

Report to Starbase 46.

You will find that your accomplishments

have not gone unnoticed.

Starfleet Command would like to award you

with the Legion of Honor.

I look forward to congratulating you in person.

Transmission ended.

Cadet Decker, please report to the ready room.

Looks like you cleaned up nicely.

Dr. Culber.

You want to come in?

It's gone... the Ship of the Dead.

The planet of Pahvo is safe.

We did that.

No.

You did that.

So thank you...

for not giving up on me back there.

I need to know something.

You put on a facade,

like everything that's happened to you just washes off.

I actually envied that about you.

But when you saw that Klingon...

Who is she to you?

I think you already know.

You were her prisoner.

Yeah.

Her name is L'Rell.

She's the reason I've had nightmares

every night since the day

Captain Lorca and I fled her ship.

She's also the only reason I'm still alive.

227 days.

But it only took one of 'em to realize

I wasn't gonna make it out alive.

Not unless I made a choice.

What did you do?

I survived.

That-that Klingon...

was more than just my captor.

She was my torturer.

One who took a...

particular...

interest in me.

But I saw a way out.

Way-way to live past day one,

day ten, day 20, day 97.

I encouraged it.

Her sick affections, her obsession with me,

because if I hadn't, I'd be dead like all the others.

And I got out.

I get to keep living my life.

The thing is...

if none of that had happened,

I wouldn't be here... on this ship

with you.

And that almost makes it... worth it.

Is that weird?

No.

I'm glad you're here, too.

You get to live your life...

way you deserve to.

Not at war,

but at peace.

I've found peace.

Right here.

They wanted to give me a medal.

For leading the mission, saving Pahvo,

if you can believe the irony.

I told them to give it to you.

That's, um...

not necessary, sir.

You made the jumps, you risked everything.

None of it would have been possible without you.

You did it so well, the Klingons are on their way,

hell-bent on revenge.

I wish we could stay and fight,

but Starfleet wants us back at Starbase 46.

I would never ask that of you.

You've done enough.

We'll warp to Starbase 46. We'll be fine.

But the Klingons.

I'll do one more jump to get the crew back to safety.

They've risked enough already.

If you're sure.

Thank you.

We're gonna win this war on account of you, Mr. Stamets.

After this, it's a whole new chapter for Discovery.

You've opened the door to a... whole new era

of exploration.

The data provided by the micro-jumps will push us closer

than we've ever been before to understanding

the mysteries of the universe.

I mean only one more jump.

After we get back, I'm done.

Traveling the mycelial network is like commingling with

the most abstruse blips of our celestial existence.

I've seen these stars through a lens

no one else has access to, and

that has to be enough for me.

Because I need Starfleet's best doctors

to examine my condition

and figure out what's been happening to me.

One last jump then.

You've served the Federation honorably, Lieutenant.

Well, I'll always have you to thank for the view.

Hmm.

You ready?

What did you do to me?

Do not worry.

I will never let them hurt you.

Command stations.

Command stations.

Soon.

Mr. Stamets,

shall we dock this weary vessel?

Yes, Captain.

There is a moon near Starbase 46,

and I understand they have

the most esteemed Kasseelian opera house,

where they are currently performing La bohème.

I could be your date.

Are you saying you'll actually sit through that with me?

Just this jump...

and then I'm going to have

a lot of free time on my hands.

Let's go home.

Talk to me, cadet.

The computer is reading it

as an incomplete navigation sequence.

He's crashing. I'm detecting white matter

hyperintensity.

What's wrong with him?

What-What's happening to his eyes?

So many...

I can see them all.

Infinite permutations.

It's...

magnificent.

Paul!

Paul.

Some structural damage,

but all systems are holding.

Mr. Saru,

what am I looking at?

I, uh, I'm not quite sure.

But I'm unable to confirm our position

using standard procedures.

Sensors are going haywire.

Where is our starbase?

Not where it should be.

Is that Klingon wreckage surrounding us?

Captain...

I'm afraid I don't know where we are.

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