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[narrator] Last season on
Star Trek: Discovery:

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

[phaser powering up]

[Georgiou] Stand down.

Captain, incoming.

Warp signatures detected.

Fire!

[grunting]

[Burnham] No!

[man] 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.

[Stamets] Only one more jump.

[screaming]

[Burnham]
We are in a parallel universe,

governed by the Terran Empire.

Don't you bow before your emperor?

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

He's from yours.

[Cornwell] 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.

[Burnham] 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.

[cheering]

- [Tilly] Captain on the bridge.
- Acting captain.

Please, take your stations.

Lieutenant Detmer,
set course for Vulcan.

- Engage at maximum warp.
- [Detmer] 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.

[Burnham] 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.

[Sarek] A child has come to us.

She's human.

[Sarek] She is orphaned.

It is our responsibility.

[Amanda]
What happened to her parents?

[Sarek] The unthinkable.

My name is Amanda.

What's yours?

Michael.

I bless you, Michael.

All my life.

Do you want to meet our son?

[Burnham] 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.

[roaring]

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!
- [radio static stops]

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.

[Saru] Permission granted.

Commander Burnham,
you will join me in welcoming them.

Yes, sir.

I had not expected to see Spock again.

Neither had I.

[man 1]
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.

[sniffs] Mm.

[man 2] 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.
- [man 3] Energizing.

[man 4] 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.

[Pike] 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.

[computer] 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.

[Pike] 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.

[gurgles]

Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.
- Linus.

- You okay? You look a little...
- [groans]

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.

[Pike] 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.

[sneezes]

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...

[chuckles] 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...?

[shouts]

- 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.
- [Pike] 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.

[classical music playing over speakers]

Do you hear that? [chuckles]

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.

[chuckles]

All right. I'll see you later.

[Tilly] 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. [chuckles]

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.

[Amanda] "'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 beeping]

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.

[Detmer] 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.

[Pike] Rhys, charge phaser cannons.

Bryce, start transmitting
standard Federation greeting.

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

Detmer, fly good.

- [all] Aye, captain.
- Yellow alert. Drop us out of warp.

I'm detecting something.

[alarm beeping, then rumbling]

- 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.
- [Connolly] How?

It isn't large enough
to generate a sufficient gravity field.

[rumbling]

[Detmer] 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.

[Burnham] 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?

[Saru] "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.

[computer] All nonessential personnel,
clear main shuttle bay immediately.

[man 1] 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.

[computer]
Pod 4 launch control confirmed.

Launch Stations 1 through 4, engaged.

Pod Control, stand by
to commence launch initiation.

[computer]
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.

- [laughing]
- [laughing mockingly]

- Okay, guys.
- [man] 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.

[computer] 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.

[computer]
Structural integrity compromised.

System failure is imminent.

Initiating ejection sequence.

[computer] 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.

[Burnham] 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.

[grunts]

- One.
- Two.

- Three.
- Three.

[laughs]

[both grunting]

Six seconds to impact.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Initiating maximum thrust.

Burnham?

Do you copy?

Discovery, this is Burnham.
We have touchdown.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[Burnham]
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.

[Pike] My God.

[computer] Red alert... [distorted]

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.

[device beeping]

I have an incoming target.

[phasers powering up]

[gasps]

It's made from
scavenged Starfleet tech.

I see navigation parts.

[Pike] Looks like multi-vector
propulsion.

Inertia dampeners too.

- Its design is...
- [woman] Awesome.

I know. I built them. You're welcome.

[rumbling]

Don'tjust stand there.
Follow the kids. Come on.

- Are we breathable here?
- [woman] 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?
- [Reno] You kidding?

Maybe someone with a bat'leth.

Never need to see another one
of those the rest of my damn life.

[groans]

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.

[rumbling]

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.

[groans] 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.

[systems powering up]

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.

[rumbling]

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.

[Detmer] 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.

[grunting]

Burnham...

[panting]

Discovery, if you can hear me,
track my signal.

Helmet!

[grunts]

[gasps]

[alarm beeping]

[panting and grunting]

[screaming]

- 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.

[chuckles]

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?

- [Tilly] 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.

[Tilly] 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.
- [laughs]

[Tilly] The shuttle bay needs
a little TLC, but all is well, commander.

This is the power of math, people.

[all applauding]

- Come on.
- You are correct, ensign.

[door beeping]

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.

[sighs]

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.

[chuckles]

"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.

[Pike chuckles]

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.

[sighs]

[sighs]

I'd still like to go aboard.

I don't know what I expect to find, but...

I need to.

[Saru] 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.

[bells ring]

[Spock on recording]
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.

[Burnham] 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.