Last season on Star Trek: Discovery:
- This is mutiny. - Move, Saru. Fire.
Stand down.
Captain, incoming.
Warp signatures detected.
Fire!
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 wanna 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,
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 don't 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.
- Engage at maximum warp. - Aye, sir.
- Incoming transmission. - Identify the source.
I'm getting a Federation ID code. It's choppy.
- Trying to clean it up, sir. - Helm, slow us down.
Dropping us out of warp now, sir.
- Hail's from Captain Pike, sir. - It's the U.S.S. 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 Xam 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'll 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 offline.
Except for life support. Scans show 203 crew members aboard.
The vessel's entire complement is alive.
They're still sending a distress call.
Signal's too compromised for voice transmission.
Morse code might get through!
Sorry.
Sorry, it's just there was static. Then Comms turned it down, but...
I mean, obviously. Sorry.
Hey, go, Comms.
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.
Attention all emergency repair teams,
report to your division duty officer for your assignments.
Your brother is the science officer on the Enterprise.
Foster brother.
I sense your endocrine system in overdrive.
- You are anxious to see him. - I'm fine, Saru.
I use 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.
Mm.
Coordinates confirmed.
- Transport coordinates locked. - Do you have 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. - Energizing.
Transporter lock established. Energizing.
Welcome aboard, Captain Pike.
I am Commander Saru, acting captain of the U.S.S. 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 is to jump right in.
Uh...
I'm here at Starfleet's order
to take command of the Discovery, under Regulation 19, Section C.
We received no notice from Starfleet.
I asked to deliver the news myself
out of respect for what you and your crew went 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.
All gamma shift transporter specialists,
please report to your posts.
I see where the Federation puts its pennies.
Do not covet thy neighbor's starship, commander.
- Besides, we 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 signal? - That's what we're calling it.
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, 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're 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.
- 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, when suddenly, boom.
Enterprise suffered catastrophic systems failures.
Starfleet's sending a team to tow her to Spacedock for a diagnostic.
I'll kindly need your command codes, Mr. Saru.
- I cannot do that. - Pardon me?
Starship command isn't transferred without DNA authentication
witnessed by the entire bridge crew.
It is standard procedure since the war.
Of course, it is. Yes, of course.
Bless you.
Okay, Captain Pike. Stand by for verification.
Um, I'm Ensign Sylvia Tilly.
I'm Discovery's newest addition
to Starfleet's Command Training Program.
- Hi. - You have really beautiful nail beds.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I know what's wrong. Your pinkie is, um...
It's just really weird to say "pinkie" to a captain.
It's not, like, a very authoritative finger, but...
You know.
It's not on the right pad. Can I...?
- Kidding. - My God. I thought I broke a captain.
Sorry, I don't understand.
All the pertinent information should be...
There... Oh, God. That's your file.
- Sorry, sir. - It'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. That big, red F.
That was my failing grade in astrophysics at the academy.
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.
I know he betrayed this crew.
If I were you, I'd have my doubts about me.
But I'm not him.
I'm not Lorca.
The Federation's hackles are up.
I don't have to remind you, last time we investigated
a previously unknown energy distortion, it resulted in a 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 Discovery when Enterprise went down.
Nobody wanted to wait to find out.
And 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 Kasselian 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?
Sorry to interrupt.
Given our new mission, I'm assigned as Command Program Trainee
to manage reallocation of the ship's resources.
- The spore drive... - I finally understand
why Hugh was so enamored with Kasselian 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 engine room is, um, being converted back
into a standard Engineering workspace,
until Disco is up and jumping again.
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 it hits me.
Why does she need all that space? Logic Sciences is basically meditation.
I've never seen her 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.
What do I 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.
You're gonna stay on Vulcan? But what about the, uh, network?
You have it by the tail. You have more to accomplish.
Did you know
that a Kasselian 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.
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 have to tell you that, um...
This place may be haunted for you,
but maybe it's good haunted.
Maybe living with ghosts and energies bigger than we are
is why you love science.
Tilly, you are...
incandescent.
You'll 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 appears the human proverb is accurate. Old habits die hard.
Or they never die at all.
I wasn't aware you knew Amanda read Alice to 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.
Are they related? Could Klingons be involved?
No.
I reached out to High Chancellor L'Rell.
The Klingons have seen the signals too.
They have no explanation for them, either.
Why do you think he didn't come onboard?
Undoubtedly, Spock has devoted himself
to bringing the Enterprise back online.
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 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 from 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.
Acknowledged. Bridge crew, give me a roll call.
Lord knows what's waiting. I wanna 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.
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? - Seven hundred meters.
I expected a red thing.
- Where's my damn red thing? - Sensors are at maximum power.
No sign of the signal or any object that might generate it.
As if it were a mirage.
Let's ID what nearly T-boned us. See if it can provide answers.
It appears to be an interstellar asteroid,
traveling at 5000 kilometers per second.
The point of near impact was the coordinates of the signal.
- Interesting. Chase it, Detmer. - Chasing, sir.
- What do the scans say? - Interference from charged particles.
- This rock has an atmosphere. - How?
It isn't large enough to generate a sufficient gravity field.
I'm not so sure about that.
We splashed into a gravity well that appears to be rapidly fluctuating.
I wanna know what's down there. Suggestions?
Discovery has telescopic cameras to aid hull repairs.
Point them at the asteroid, get images.
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 changed the object's trajectory.
It is now on a collision course with a pulsar.
Time to incineration: five hours.
There's a Starfleet vessel down there.
On screen.
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 see the registry number?
"NCC-815."
- A medical frigate. - Running it.
The U.S.S. 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 we can beam to?
Negative.
The cloud of charged particles will disrupt transporter signals.
Without pattern enhancers, transport to and from the asteroid is dangerous.
A shuttle?
Gravity fields make landing impossible.
If anybody's there, I won't leave them to die.
It is my duty to articulate 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, well, it requires consideration.
If you're wrong, we've got less than five hours to get them out.
Landing on an asteroid traveling at 5000 kilometers per second
with spotty telemetry and no trans...
I know what it is, commander.
I didn't sit out the war with my crew to stand down now.
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 to the surface,
search for survivors, set up pattern enhancers, and beam back.
Unless our signals get caught up in that EM distortion
and we rematerialize in a billion pieces.
- Want out, Connolly? Now is the time. - No chance. I love roller coasters.
- What about you? - I'm not uncomfortable with risk.
Get your red shirt into an EV suit, Nhan. You're with us.
- Can't wait, sir. - Hey, I need a sample of that asteroid.
I was in Engineering during the flyby.
I noticed all the spores started going crazy the closer we got.
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.
If you ask me more questions, I'll cry, like a baby tribble in the kill zone.
Promise you'll come back. 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 nonessential personnel, clear main shuttle bay immediately.
Landing Pod 1, stand by for launch prep.
Landing Pod 4, stand by for launch prep.
Landing Pod 2, final system check complete.
Landing pod pilots, you are clear to board.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Pod 4 launch control confirmed.
Launch Stations 1 through 4, engaged.
Pod Control, stand by to commence launch initiation.
Auto-navigation system online.
These lander pods were developed for a mission to Kim-Tara.
It has similar gravimetric conditions.
- Flown them before, Burnham? - Yes, sir. I was one of the test pilots.
Nine G's for 11 minutes.
- Okey-doke, then you're in the lead. - Copy that.
Maintaining for 11 minutes seems like a stretch.
For some, 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,
when the gravity field fluctuates, the debris inflates.
You mean, explodes?
Really? Are you surprised?
I'm not detecting any pattern to these energy 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 "manually" manually?
Connolly, your field is too wide. Watch the boulders in Lateral Grid 6.
- Burnham's right. Tuck in behind her. - No, she's not, sir.
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 gravitational fluctuations.
I've got this.
- You can't rely on sensors. - Don't question my calculations.
My roommate at the academy was Caitian,
and she was a year ahead of me,
but I told her what I'll tell you: Just relax and let me...
- N o! - Connolly!
Pod 3 is down. Pod 2 has sustained structural damage.
Navigation is offline.
Structural integrity compromised.
System failure is imminent.
Initiating ejection sequence.
Warning, exo-suit initiation failure. Auto eject override.
Discovery, I have system-wide failure. Negative on evac. I'm in total free fall.
Captain Pike, we are running a diagnostic on your pod.
It's dead. That's the diagnosis.
- Three thousand feet to impact. - Can you eject?
No. My thruster pack's damaged. The damn helmet's stuck.
Discovery, can you activate his 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.
Two thousand 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?
- Oh, yeah. - Absolutely.
Do it.
Calculating burn rate to stop terminal velocity.
Once I eject, take control of my thruster, plot trajectory to the captain.
- Working on it. - Twenty seconds to impact.
Nhan, stay on course to the surface. You'll be fine.
- I'm going after the captain. - Copy that. Go get him, Burnham.
I have a lock.
Plotting your trajectory. 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. - Three.
Six seconds to impact.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
Initiating maximum thrust.
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 alert. Collision imminent.
All personnel...
Collision imminent.
Red alert.
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 propulsion.
Inertia dampeners too.
- Its design is... - Awesome.
I know. I built them. You're welcome.
Don'tjust stand there. Follow the kids. Come on.
- Are we breathable here? - Yep.
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 U.S.S. Discovery.
This is Commander Burnham and Commander Nhan.
I saw the Federation insignia. That's why I didn't vaporize you.
- Who were you expecting? - You kidding?
Maybe someone with a bat'leth.
Never need to see another one of those the rest of my damn life.
Grek's head wound keeps opening up. Poor guy.
Nice to meet you.
Relax. Tellarite blood's rich in hemerythrin.
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.
I piggybacked his heart to a dead Bolian to keep it ticking.
- You're an engineer, not a surgeon. - Body's 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.
You stayed behind?
Of course I did. What would you have done?
Admittedly, not the brightest move.
We've been rocking and rolling for hours. What's going on?
This asteroid is on a collision course with a pulsar.
Gravitational field will tear this place apart.
What a relief. Thought we were all gonna die.
- Can you get us the hell out of here? - We're damn sure gonna try.
The pads are still intact. Can we move your patients?
- Dicey, but yeah. - Ready.
Set up enhancers around the ship, widest perimeter.
- Then meet us at Sickbay. - Got it.
We're in business.
Why move 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 main transporter doesn't stay online.
Ship-to-ship beaming on the pads is more reliable
and safer for your patients.
- See if you can get that one up. - Where were you ten months ago?
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 out of nowhere. - I know nothing about it.
Once the perimeter's set, we can beam out six at a time.
Enhancement field is online.
Let's go, let's go.
We have transporter signal, sir.
Proximity alert, sir. The debris is getting worse.
If the transporters are up, we have no shields.
Yellow alert. Evasive maneuvers.
- Starboard impact. - Than asteroid won't hold much longer.
Comms, notify Dr. Pollard.
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. - Keep us in transporter range.
Pike to Discovery, standing by for final transport.
Rerouting power.
Burnham, let's go.
Burnham...
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, sorry.
- Are you okay? - Yeah. Femoral shaft fracture.
Dr. Pollard said I'd be on my feet in two hours.
It's okay if you forgot the sample. The thing I care about is you.
Tilly, I had it in my hand.
When I beamed out, the transporter didn't get a lock.
That would mean the asteroid is not entirely comprised of baryonic matter.
- Right. - It could mean Discovery
- is touching something impossible. - Impossible.
A bridge to a potentially unlimited and 100-percent efficient energy source.
A new branch of science could be sprouting
and we are its founding mothers.
- It'd explain the volatile energy. - I need... I need to...
Get that sample before it's swallowed by that pulsar.
The asteroid is shedding rocks all over.
I mapped their trajectories. We have time to reach one.
This is what you've been doing? You're supposed to be recovering.
- I'm a terrible patient. - I second that.
Sixty-seven 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? - That depends.
Are you attempting to capture an asteroid, Ensign Tilly?
A little piece. If my theory's correct, we can interact with dark matter, sir.
Then I'm offended I wasn't invited to the party.
- Oh, my God, you're so invited. - Everybody, clear.
Gravity simulator is online, 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.
Place the asteroid directly in our wake.
My pleasure, sir.
- This feels bad. - Hold tight.
Aft shields at 110 percent of maximum.
Ninety seconds until they overload.
Detmer, pump the brakes.
It's in the bay.
All systems intact.
- Good to go. - Helm, get us out of here.
Shuttle bay, what's your status?
I thought it'd be bigger.
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.
You all better?
Can't have my officer looking like that tower in Pisa.
Dr. Pollard is the definition of meticulous.
Hmm.
- 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 online.
Does Commander Saru know?
Yes.
We'll treat this like a "joint custody" situation.
He's got a lot of smart.
Since the Federation 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 like my officers to feel like they can pull up a chair and speak freely.
Why don't we get out of here?
- 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, it, uh...
took a toll on my crew.
A toll on Spock.
On me, too.
Even if they'd 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's 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 us all in that way.
Mm-hm.
A few months ago...
I felt something shift in him.
It was as if he'd run into a question he couldn't answer.
He didn't want to share it with me, with anybody.
You have no idea what it may be?
No. Spock's one of my bridge officers. I trust him implicitly.
- He asked for time. 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,
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.