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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Be quick, Ensign.

Come nightfall, the ice,

it infests everything.

But you look like you
can handle yourself.

You're free to go.

I won't last the night.

They're running out of
dilithium, the Chain.

That's why Osyraa wants me back.

I'm the only one who knows.

I'm reading that there is dilithium

dispersed throughout this entire planet.

I think we may have just found
the source of the Burn.

Number One, you have the conn.

Adira?

He'll need this medication to survive

until Discovery comes back.

Hey!

I'm here. Where are you?

I'll come back for both of you.

If more than a day
goes by, there's no point.

Gotcha.

- Where are the others?
- We have to go back for them.

It's Osyraa.

Black alert!

What is that?

- I won't help you.
- What you want is irrelevant.

No!

This isn't over.

I think it is.

Coordinates for Federation Headquarters

are already set. Get us out of here.

No. No.

We're too late.

Get a message to the Viridian

to reduce firepower to six percent.

If they keep hitting this hard,
they'll blow a real hole in us,

and then all this
subterfuge is pointless.

Yes, sir. Hailing the Viridian now.

Any word from Captain Saru?

Their comms are being jammed.

How long has Discovery
been under attack?

And why didn't we see it
in our long-range sensors?

They jumped into range
with the Viridian attached.

Osyraa found a way to compromise
their mycelial field?

Seems so. Both vessels
bear ionic residue

consistent with signatures
from the Verubin Nebula.

Shut down all nonessential
comms channels

- and find out which ones have been compromised.
- Yes, sir.

She was waiting for them
like an Altarian spider.

Lieutenant Teemo,

any communications with Discovery yet?

- Nothing.
- How long before they reach our shields?

Three minutes. Shall
we let them in, sir?

Not yet.

Where are we on securing the ship?

All life signs accounted for.

Bridge crew have been
taken to the ready room.

The rest are in the brig.

And the ship's operating systems?

Nearly all have been successfully
converted to our systems.

"Nearly all"?

There's a small bit of code
that's proving hard to delete.

Computer.

It appears to be ancient
Earth entertainment.

How much memory is this, uh, eating up?

- Practically nothing.
- Turn it off.

Tell the Viridian to increase speed.

It should look like
they're gaining on us.

We're getting close to the
Federation shields, sir.

We'll be destroyed.

They wouldn't take that chance.

Not while they still think we
might be the crew of Discovery.

They're pulling back.

That last torpedo came in
at less than ten percent.

- Just a big show.
- No talking.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Eyes forward!

You don't need to keep
any other hostages.

All you need for leverage
is the captain of the ship.

And that's supposed to be you?

Hello, sweetheart.

Remember me?

Make the kill next time

instead of leaving the job to the ice.

What were you saying?

I have the conn.

Oh, you have the conn.

Oh. I must say, I'm impressed.

You've done a bang-up job.

It took us all of 12 minutes
to capture your ship and crew.

I'm sure under lesser leadership,

it would've been ten.

Yeah, well, you're never
gonna get what you want

unless you release the rest of the crew.

Or the Federation will realize
how inept you are and beg us

to keep you.

Guess we'll find out.

Osyraa doesn't want anyone touched.

Not even this one.

Move.

Oh! Oh, that was close.

That is why even couriers steer
clear of the courier network.

ETA to FHQ is 90 seconds.

Up ahead. Wanderer-class ship.

What's left of it. Not good.

There's no morphing around that.

Shields at 20%.

Discovery just entered the gravity well.

If we don't let her in, she'll be
crushed against the shields.

Contact in 60 seconds, sir.

Open a port just big enough
for Discovery to pass through.

Bring her in via tractor beam
to a secure location.

Security team at the ready. Fully armed.

Sir, another ship's approaching.

It's Mr. Booker's.

They are extending subspace.

What the hell is going on here?

Commander Michael Burnham

to Federation Headquarters.

Burnham to HQ. Do you copy?

- Comms are fried.
- They're letting her in.

30 seconds to the shield barrier.

Osyraa did the same thing on Benthos IV.

Got through the shields,

then blew up the presidential palace.

We have got to get back on Discovery.

Tractor beam range in 20 seconds.

- Grudge secure?
- We should all be so cozy.

Then let's do this.

Ten seconds counting down.

Ten, nine,

- eight, seven...
- Proximity alert.

Six.

- Proximity alert.
- Five.

- Proximity alert.
- Four.

Proximity alert.

- Three.
- Come on.

Proximity alert.

- Two.
- Proximity alert.

One. Brace for impact.

Contact the Viridian.

- Tell them to stay at the ready.
- Will do.

Are you ready to talk
to the Federation yet?

Hold them off. Right now, I want to know

how the hell did a ship
fly into my shuttle bay?

They got in just as
shields went down, sir.

You should have seen them coming
and blown them out of the sky.

How many life signs on board?

Can't tell. Fire-suppression protocols

are blocking all sensors.

My regulators are on their way.

Whoever it is, I'll handle them.

- I want them alive.
- You got it.

Ah.

I cannot believe this is
900-year-old technology.

Nine hundred and thirty.

It must have been the
Golden Age of Science.

It's remarkable.

Tell me the greatest
scientist in three sectors

has figured out how
the spore drive works.

Well, it is quite a puzzle.

That's where the "greatest
scientist" part comes in.

What is clear

is that he's a conduit of some kind

for the mycelial network.

But to know more,

I will need to do a bioanalysis.

Is it... safe to work here?

Of course. Our enemies are secure.

I would never let
anything happen to you.

You know that.

But you seem worried.

I'm in hostile territory,

about to take the gamble of my life.

To think the Federation
would hoard their technology,

but you would free us all
of the yoke of dilithium.

The galaxy is a much better place

with you in it, Osyraa.

Work fast, old friend.

We may need to jump
away if things go awry.

Computer.

Play file 73 for Invigilator Aurellio.

Thank you.

The DOTs have nearly
put out all the fires.

We only have a few minutes
before the Regulators show up.

Okay. Queen is safe and secure.

- I found another dose of radiation meds.
- Oh.

All right.

Now we got to find Stamets.
Osyraa can't jump without him.

You have to find Stamets.

It's a concealing device.

Hides the life sign from sensors.

Took it off a tosser who was stealing

my cargo at the Theskian Exchange.

Works like a charm.

- But I've only got one.
- We stick together.

Hey. They're expecting
to find a pilot in here.

Once the smoke clears,
they'll read our life signs,

and I don't know Discovery
half as well as you.

Go save the day, Michael.

Is this the wrong moment to tell you

that I love you for the first time?

Not quite the first.

You talk in your sleep.

Okay, stay out of sight
till I lead them away.

I love you, too.

Fan out!

I see a life sign!

On the ship. Take them alive.

- Any response from Booker's ship or Discovery?
- No, sir.

There's a transport jammer
of some kind on Discovery.

What's the Viridian doing?

Nothing yet, sir.

Just sitting out there
beyond our shields.

Why would Osyraa come
by herself, just her ship?

She knows part of our fleet is at Kam...

All vessels, weapons hot.

Prepare to fire on Discovery
on my command.

Sir?

Osyraa.

She's not on the Viridian.
She's on Discovery.

And we just let her in the front door.

You two, back it up.

No talking.

If this one gives you any trouble,

you keep him alive

but make him wish otherwise.

Yes, sir.

Till the next time.

Looking forward to it, sweetheart.

Come on.

- Hey.
- Let's go.

On our way to Sector 4.

Be right there. Just...

Hey.

- Transport function unavailable.
- Come on.

Transport function unavailable.

Regulator 524, report to Deck 3.

Put the fleet at Kaminar on red alert.

- We should expect retaliation.
- Aye, sir.

All ships in position, Admiral.

Prepare to fire on my mark.

Sir, a message from Discovery.

Osyraa?

- Hold fire.
- Standing by.

Put her through.

This is Minister Osyraa
of the Emerald Chain.

This is Admiral Vance of the
United Federation of Planets.

Surrender or prepare to be fired upon.

I assure you that there
is no need for any of that.

I apologize that I arrived
under such pretenses.

What do you want?

I'm here to talk.

Where is Discovery's crew?

Oh, they're boarding
shuttles as we speak.

I'm holding on to your bridge crew,

but the others should
be with you shortly.

Remove your jammer, and
I'll beam them over myself.

That's a security allowance
I am not prepared to make.

But you will find them
all in excellent health,

a good-faith gesture on my part.

A good-faith gesture would
be to let everyone go.

Now, Admiral,

we both know that I need some leverage.

But...

if things go well...
and I hope they do...

then you will have them
all back in no time.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Shuttle on its way from Discovery.

Have Security and
Medical intercept them.

And prepare the ready room.

I guess we might be having a visitor.

This is Team 5 Leader...

Regulator Team 3,

report to the bridge, fully armed.

Osyraa has left the ship,

is heading to Federation Headquarters.

All others...

Commander Michael Burnham broadcasting

on a secure sub-relay.

Communication code Alpha-Uniform-996.

Message to Gabrielle Burnham.

Mayday.

Emerald Chain has hijacked Discovery

and infiltrated Federation Headquarters.

Mayday.

Mom, they have taken
over all of our systems.

The way things are going...

... I might not see you again,

until another distant future.

Maybe Dad will be there.

I love you.

Regulator Team 1, report to Deck 10.

Regular Team 2, send an extra
body over to Engineering.

Invigilator Aurellio wants
to take the neural lock

- off his subject.
- Mm.

All right.

Here we go, Paul.

Welcome to Federation Headquarters.

Where's your president?

Since this is a security situation,

the president has authorized
me to negotiate with you

for the release of
Discovery and its crew.

Is that satisfactory to you?

Whatever gets the job done.

Initiation of hostilities
by Starfleet officers

will not be tolerated.

But should our visitors
decide to initiate hostilities,

you have permission
to respond with force.

Is that clear?

Aye, sir.

Shall we?

Lead the way.

You think we don't know
you're sending messages?

Osyraa said we're not
to be harmed, so...

You don't want to get
on her bad side, do you?

No talking.

Come on.

You two will get us killed.

What, you worried about them or you?

- They're being juvenile.
- I'm not dying in here because they're bored.

- Shut up! All of you!
- Don't think Osyraa would really like that.

- ... right now.
- And stop!

What the hell was that tapping?

Morse code.

Year one. Starfleet Academy.

What were you saying?

I was telling him to keep tapping.

Well-played, all of you.

- Computer.
- Access denied.

Osyraa will have taken over the
whole operating system by now.

- Could you hack into it?
- I can try.

Michael's out there
on her own right now.

- We've got to do better than try.
- Use this.

She's not with Dr. Culber
and the captain?

They're still in the nebula.

Dr. Culber said they wouldn't
survive past four hours.

Adira took radiation tablets.
Bought them some time.

Wait, Adira's down there, too?

We got to jump right there
once we take back the ship.

Bryce, can you monitor comms?

- On it.
- Okay.

Owo, Detmer, Rhys, try to
get that back door open.

It leads to a maintenance shaft.

And the rest of us are
gonna start barricading

the turbolift doors.

Next regulator who tries to step through

is gonna lose a head.

What's with the holo?

And why is he staring at me so intently?

It's de rigueur during negotiations

to use a biometric lie detector system.

Even among allies.

Where's the fun in that?

Nobody seemed to like it when
a red light would just go off,

so we gave it a face.

Hmm.

A human face, of course.

Is that a problem?

I'll get over it.

I certainly do not intend to lie.

She does not.

Still, it's hard to begin
a productive conversation

when I haven't been able to speak

to the officers on board my ship.

- Um, lie detector thingy...
- Eli.

Eli,

the bridge crew of
the Discovery are safe,

and my crew have been given
orders not to harm them.

Aside from a few scratches
and bruised egos,

everyone is fine.

Bruised egos.

Well...

it was so easy to take the ship,

I almost thought that
it was a trap at first.

Then I realized Captain
Saru wasn't on board,

just an ensign with the conn.

Did you send Saru to Kaminar?

You said you wanted to talk. Let's talk.

What do you want?

I want peace.

I want the Emerald Chain
to unite with the Federation.

Well, you're gonna have
to expand on that one.

Every empire falls.

It would be foolish to
think that we can remain

where we once were when
we're out of dilithium.

I'm sure that Ryn has already
told you of our scarcity.

He has.

You have a spore drive
that you cannot replicate.

I have the most well-funded
scientific institutions

in the known galaxy.

There is a deal to be made here.

You already have Discovery
under your control.

Why bring us into it at all?

Because the Federation,

despite its failures since the Burn,

is still a symbol of hope.

The Chain, despite our
efforts and our advances,

has never experienced such privilege.

If we combine the best of what we are...

You really think this could work?

You're a chain of planets.

We are a federation of
mercantile exchanges.

We need to focus on doing what
is for the good of our people.

At the end of the day, they
are what this is all about.

You're proposing...

a new Federation.

Yeah.

Tell Starfleet to back the
hell off. We're not stupid.

I can see their vessels getting closer.

- Zareh?
- Yeah.

We have a free agent aboard.

Sensors show no unexpected life signs.

They must be using some
kind of concealment device.

We're missing a comms badge...
Regulator I.D. Theta 431.

Pulling up ship's schematics now.

Hello, Theta 431.

They're in a Jefferies tube, Deck 5.

Backup's on the way.

If you get in at sections
five, seven, nine,

ten and 12, they'll be trapped.

I'm gonna remove the neural locks.

There's no need for such
things among scientists.

It makes it hard for me
to ask you questions.

Please do be cooperative.

This is, um...

Andorian opera, isn't it?

Good ear.

Andorians have the best singers.

Their antennae increase resonance.

This particular soprano was
discovered on the street corner.

If you hear her live, in the right hall,

you can hear four layers of overtones.

I would love to experience that.

Well, someday you shall.

A scientist of your talent,

I'm sure Osyraa will want
you at the science institute.

Do your children like opera?

My... ?

The, uh, piercings behind your ear.

To bless the arrival of a child.

I'm guessing your partner is Orion?

Hurt like hell, but I never
thought I'd have children,

so how could I say no?

Children are a blessing.

I have one myself.

Oh. Congratulations.

And I'm very concerned about them.

And my partner.

You communicate with the spores.

That's how you navigate the
mycelial network, isn't it?

His name is Hugh.

He's still inside the Verubin Nebula.

You must know about the
radiation levels in there.

I haven't seen any devices

that would augment a human
to mycelium connection,

and you're not an empath,

so it must be the Tardigrade
DNA in your system.

The Tardigrade DNA that
fused with my DNA was

from a species that is long extinct.

I've tried to replicate it,
but it's been corrupted.

You'll probably have
to kill me to extract it.

Mr. Stamets, I can assure you,
we have other methods now.

And if those methods don't work?

Ah.

We will grow the Tardigrade cells.

Fidelity is always the
issue with replication.

Growth marries the fidelity of a copy

with the vitality of new beginnings.

You'll see, Mr. Stamets.

We will grow the Tardigrade cells.

Regulator 441.

I'm in the Jefferies tube at section 12.

We're getting close to
the communication signal.

They're in Junction 24.

I'm into their system. What now?

See if you can scramble
comms for Michael.

30 seconds to contact.

Hey, hero.

Can you hear me?

I'm guessing right about now

you're getting a little nervous, huh?

Figuring out that we've almost got you.

You could just give up.
Huh? Why not make it easy?

I promise you the lofty
position of having

your skull be my candy dish.

Come on. Come on.

- Warning.
- I see her!

- Fire.
- No!

Zareh, I've got her.

Fire suppression protocol initiated.

Oh, no.

Oxygen purge initiated.

System purge complete.

Closing exterior vents

in five, four,

three, two,

one.

Exterior vents secured.

Pressure restored.

Regulator 665, what is your status?

Regulator 665, confirm.

We are receiving negative...

Hey, Zareh.

Yes.

You're gonna need more regulators.

- Oh.
- Yes.

Who's ready to get the hell out of here?

- Yeah!
- Yes!

Hmm.

It doesn't quite taste like
the real thing, does it?

I've never eaten a real apple.

Well, how sad.

Apples are a thing of beauty.

You want to talk about oppression,

you should start in your own mess hall.

It's made of our shit, you know.

That's the base material that
we use in our replicators.

We deconstruct it to the atomic level

and then reform the atoms.

It's pretty good for shit,

and we don't have to
commit atrocities for it.

Well, you're not being very diplomatic.

And you're wasting my time.

Are we negotiating or not?

Fine.

If the Chain is to unite
with the Federation,

you need to send the message

that our culture is fundamentally
valid and ethical.

And how are we supposed to do that?

By acknowledging that
capitalism is already happening

within the Federation.

When was the last time
anyone from around here

visited Deep Space 253?

- A while.
- 87 years.

- Not by choice.
- It's way the hell out there.

But DS253 has been trading

with an Emerald Chain mercantile
for nearly a century.

You need to sanction that trade,

and you need to permit the Chain

to establish an embassy on the station.

That will send a very powerful message.

Your mercantile exchanges...

they traffic in goods that
are used for enslavement.

Some still have open slave markets.

And I have already submitted
a charter amendment

to our congress outlawing slavery.

And it has enough support to pass.

I had to spend a lot
of political capital,

but it has the support
of regular citizens.

In order for me to sell
it to the president,

you'd gonna need to step
away from the influence

you're exerting on Kwejian

and the other 50 pre-warp
planets you've targeted.

You're asking very powerful people

to give up huge amounts of income.

Why don't you explain it to them

by hijacking one of their ships,

kidnapping its crew, and using it

- to break through their shields?
- Admiral?

Minister Osyraa.

Thank you.

Some of your regulators decided to go

for a space walk without their EV suits.

Maybe we should move things along.

- What's this?
- This is an armistice

with terms that your
president can sign off on.

The Emerald Chain will
desist from any so-called

"Prime Directive violations"
moving forward.

And I commit to a 15-year,
systematic walk-back

from Kwejian and any
other worlds like it.

Anything less, and you are
buying chaos, and you know it.

I'm gonna need a moment to read this.

Be my guest.

I can't block your life signs,

but I can scramble 'em.

The minute you get those
doors open, I'll initiate.

Sensors will display every life sign

that's been in this ship
in the last three months.

So it'll look like there are
thousands of us on board.

Should let you get lost in
the noise, move freely...

- for a little while.
- We'll have to move fast.

- I'll hold 'em off as long as I can.
- I'll help.

What? What? No, no, no,
you can't. You can't!

Listen, hey, listen. I know that Osyraa

took Discovery on my watch,
but I do have a plan.

I'm not staying 'cause
I don't trust you.

I'm staying because
you're the best chance

for Michael to make
it out of here alive.

Someone check on the
hostages and Team 8.

They're not responding.

On my mark.

Three, two, one, go.

What the hell?!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

- Thank you.
- Good luck.

Code alpha five.

All regulators, code alpha five.

- Something's wrong.
- Well, the regulators are well trained.

They will... get it sorted.

She's hijacked the ship.
You know this, don't you?

We will return the ship as
soon as our work here is done.

She's taken hostages.

I'm a hostage!

Osyraa is negotiating a way

to bring the spore drive
to the entire galaxy.

You may not like her methods,

but she's more than you're
making her out to be.

Look at me, Mr. Stamets.

I should not be here.

Maybe in your time,
when technology was free

and travel was easy,
but here in my time,

with a genetic defect?

My parents worked at the exchange.

They asked Osyraa for a meeting.

She did not have to
say yes, but she did.

I was ten. I didn't have much time left.

But she saw potential in me.

And now...

I am a scientist, I have a family.

And I have been supported

in a life dedicated to
the pursuit of knowledge.

She has given me everything.

And not just me.

I've also seen evidence of
the science she supports.

A pesticide on Kwejian.

Yes. That-that is a perfect example.

I was the junior scientist
when they perfected that.

We have transformed entire planets.

She forced Kwejian to
participate in the extinction

of one of their species
to get that pesticide.

Well...

that must be an overstatement.

She threatened them with famine.

The death of millions. Children.

I...

My friend Michael barely escaped
one of her labor camps.

I believe you when you say that she's...

more than she appears to be.

But she is also...

exactly what she appears to be.

- Michael...
- I only stunned him.

We need to move fast.

- Status report.
- At the door.

Nearly through, sir.

- It's not too late for you to go.
- And miss all the fun?

Seriously, Ryn.

No. Michael's doing something.

You're doing something. They are...

I can't just sit around
and hope anymore.

I have to do this.

- I'm going in.
- I want them alive.

We got this.

We need backup.

Let's go, Paul. We have to move.

No. I'm not going.

Paul!

We have to jump back now.

He's in the nebula, and so is Saru.

We have to get you off this ship.

They'll die.

I know.

I already lost him once.

I can't go through that again.

And Adira, what would I tell them?

Adira is with them.

No.

- No, no, no, no, no...
- Hey.

Let go of me.

I can't do that.

- Let me go!
- No...

Paul!

My whole life is in that nebula!

I know.

Who's he modeled after?

Um... no one.

It's, uh, computer-generated.

Hmm. Totally blank canvas, huh?

Nothing that would cause
any offense or alarm.

Do you ever think about
what it costs you,

all this abstraction?

Lying causes a physiological
change in a face.

So why don't you just pick someone

who is known to tell the truth?

Make it real, as opposed to an idea.

This armistice...

it's very impressive.

You've made a lot of concessions.

I told you, I came to make a deal.

There's one more thing.

Ask. I'm in a charitable mood.

Who's going to be the face of this?

In official Federation matters,

who is actually going
to represent the Chain?

Yeah, I see what you're getting at.

Can't be me, 'cause of my reputation.

Well, I would appoint
someone appropriate.

A well-respected scientist, perhaps.

And that person won't
just be a proxy for you?

Of course not.

- That is not the truth.
- Oh!

He glitched.

Ask me again.

For this armistice to be worth anything,

then the person representing the Chain

has to be proven credible.

And the only way that that can happen

is if he or she functions

completely independently of you.

And tries you for your crimes.

Excuse me?

They're well documented.

You've never stood trial,

because no one's been
able to compel the Chain.

You're staring at the past.

I just drew you a real
map to the future.

The past is the only light with
which we can see the future.

Your willingness to do this
will send a message,

and I promise you I will
not let anyone forget that.

It's just more abstractions.

The past cannot be undone.

But it could be made right.

We all had to make hard
choices because of the Burn.

Spare me your judgment.

Osyraa, I want peace.

I want the Federation to join the Chain,

and I want to learn
from your great society.

The Burn has left us with a legacy of...

of fear, of isolation...

of scarcity that still
clouds our moral clarity,

a clarity that I fight
for on a daily basis

and I ask my people to die for.

So if that's the reason that
we can't reach an accord today,

well... I can live with that.

You're making a mistake.

Osyraa, your people are good.

I beg you to be as good as they are.

I can promise you justice.

Oh, I can promise you the same.

You have us. Now what?

Now you get to explain
yourselves to Osyraa.

We failed you, Osyraa.

You're a scientist.

You, however...

you were brought in to secure the ship.

You lost our hostages

and the key to making
the spore drive work.

- Everyone is still on board.
- Where are they?

He hacked into the system
and messed with the sensors.

Give me five minutes,
I'll get him to reverse it.

Airlocks are the only way off this ship.

Seal them all and check them all.

And if you don't have better
news for me in ten minutes,

I will shove you out
of one of them myself.

Aurellio.

It's probably best for you
to leave the bridge now.

I need to get my sensors back online.

Osyraa, there is...

no need for violence.

I know this is something
that you don't see every day,

but it is how we make progress.

And it is not always pleasant.

Now, it's up to you if you want to stay.

Okay, then.

Ryn.

Fix my sensors.

No.

Now is not the moment for
you to develop a spine.

I'm not afraid of you anymore.

I've seen real bravery,
real strength and loyalty.

And love.

You're nothing compared to that.

All you have is fear...

and no one is feared forever.

Who needs forever?

Wait!

Wait.

I know where you can find dilithium.

More than the entire Chain
can use in a hundred lifetimes.

Let me guess.

It's in the Verubin Nebula,
and that's where Saru is.

Yeah, but the nebula is massive.

And dangerous.

I know exactly how to
get you in and out safely.

Just let Ryn and the crew go.

Please.

- Why...
- Aurellio.

Truth serum.

Let's make sure Kwejian
doesn't lie to me.

- Osyraa, please...
- Do it!

Tell the Viridian to start
firing on exterior shields.

I'd like to get the hell out of here.

What are you...

It's an emergency escape field.

I'm turning on the homing beacon.

Fed HQ will see you and bring you in

before Osyraa knows you're missing.

Michael, they're my whole life.

Look at me.

They'll die a terrible, painful death!

Damn it, Michael, look at me!

Osyraa will destroy what
is left of the Federation.

And she's gonna use you to do it.

No, no, no, we-we have time.

Right now, you and me,
let's go. We have time.

What are you doing?

No.

No. We came to the future for you.

We followed you!

Hugh followed you!

We gave up everything so you
wouldn't have to be here alone!

How can you do this?!

I'm sorry.

Michael!

You're gonna be really
sorry you did that.

We're clear.

Hurry, more regulators will be coming.

- It's locked.
- Okay. Detmer.

Take as many weapons as you can carry.

We don't have much time.

We make it to the bridge no matter what.

That means that if somebody
falls, we keep going.

Understood?

Steady.

Steady.

You're the sphere data, aren't you?

Indeed we are.

Hello. Greetings.

- It hid itself in the DOT-23s.
- What?

You here to help us?

I'm at your service, Captain.

Shall we take back the ship?

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