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The DMA's gone

from the Venari sector.

It just... It disappeared.

The only logical explanation
is, someone created it.

I want to create a working model

of the DMA controller.

That's how it works.

It's creating the subspace rupture, too.

The DMA is now on a path
towards the Radvek asteroid belt.

We will get everyone out.

We need to do more, Michael.

We need to find out who's
behind this and stop them.

We will.

What are you gonna do today?

Other than the zhian'tal exercises.

Mind and body connection is everything,

especially when you have a new body.

This colony is in path
of a gravitational anomaly.

We are here to evacuate you.

Unlike the others, I do belong here.

I took a life.

Among the things I stole was
the family's lalogi orb.

- I'm staying.
- We have to save him.

- It's his choice to make.
- This is wrong.

It can be painful to weigh
duty against compassion.

- You feel emotions?
- It is a recent development.

I believe this may belong to you.

I've been thinking a lot about family.

How the past is still
so much of the present.

How even when someone is gone,

we remain connected to them.

Our memories,

our feelings.

It's like they're still here
with us in some way.

It's comforting, you know?

It can be.

That's impressive.

I was inspired by the lalogi orb.

The thing Felix gave you.

Book.

Oh, we've talked about it enough.

It was your call, not mine.

Today would have been my dad's birthday.

I know you two weren't close.

Yeah. I'd never put his face

on a family tree, that's for sure.

Anyway, you heard from the admiral yet?

We're going into the subspace rift

left behind by the DMA.

- Hmm?
- 1100 hours.

Right.

He said that's-that's it for now.

We're missing opportunities.

You can keep reaching out
to your courier contacts.

Whoever created the DMA

is someone the Federation's
never encountered.

We need to jump outside
the Federation space.

Talk to them.

Come on, they-they might have leads.

Right now we have a crime scene,

and we have to get there
while the evidence is fresh.

- I know, but...
- The DMA must have left

something behind in that rift.

And particle analysis
will tell us what it is

and where it came from,
and where leads to who.

Stamets is confident. So is Tarka.

I hope to hell they're right.

Captain, Mr. Saru is ready for you.

We'll find who did this.

We'll figure it out, girl.

We are closing
on the subspace rift, Captain.

Uh, in reviewing Starfleet
records of similar encounters,

it appears we can anticipate
some interference.

Uh, Enterprise noted heated plasma.

Voyager charted ionized-particle eddies.

- So, it'll be bumpy.
- Mm.

Our warp drive will
need to remain off-line.

And as Commander Stamets is uncertain

of the rift's impact
on the mycelial network,

uh, it is not prudent
for us to jump in, either.

Bumpy and slow. Got it.

Oh, nothing we cannot handle, I'm sure.

The crew's spirits are high.

Good.

- And yours?
- Oh,

I am relieved that we
may soon understand

the origins of the DMA.

You and me both. Bridge.

Zora, call all bridge personnel
to stations... please.

Thank you, Captain.

It's only polite.

Did you... ?

We ran level ten diagnostics. Twice.

There's no irregularities.

All systems are operating

within the defined parameters, Mr. Saru.

It seems my emotional development

is an organic evolution,

yet I can tell the captain
still has concerns.

I understand, of course.

We're in uncharted territory.

There's a lot to consider.

Carry on, Zora.

All crew, report to stations.

Let's go.

That mean the mission's approved?

Oh, it damn well better be.

- I am so ready for answers.
- Here's hoping.

Repeat, all crew,

report to stations.

Oh. Um,

okay. Don't move any
of the pieces till I get back.

That ruins my plan to cheat.

Go. You don't want to be late

for your first bridge assignment.

Well, it's not like
an actual assignment.

You know, I'm-I'm just filling in.

I kind of feel bad for Linus,

spending all day under a heating lamp.

- Poor guy. Quit delaying. Go.
- Okay.

Um, and you'll be okay, right?

I'll keep busy. You know me. Go.

One thing we know about the DMA

is that it tears
the hell out of subspace.

Our mission today

is to go to that most recent tear

and find any clues the DMA left
behind. Molecular compounds,

thermal radiation,

residual ions, industrial remnants.

Anything that can lead us
to whoever created it.

Commander Detmer?
Bring us in on impulse.

Aye, Captain.

Status report?

Passing through the plasma barrier.

Shields are heating up
but holding at 100%.

Zora?

All other systems are nominal.

Commencing scans now.

Isn't it supposed to be bumpy?

This is, indeed, unexpected.

Are we inside the rift?

- Should be.
- What do you mean, "should"?

We passed through the barrier. I...

- I don't have any nav readings.
- I'm not getting

any scan data at all.

I don't understand it.

Have sensors been damaged, Zora?

No damage found.

I am unable to determine
why external sensors

aren't receiving input.

Long-range comms are down, too.

Owosekun, can you get us visuals?

Those are the visuals, Captain.

That's it. That's all there is.

This is wholly inconsistent
with the data

from other missions.

Well, the subspace rifts they went into

weren't created by the DMA.

Commander Bryce, what do you hear?

It's what I'm not hearing, Captain.

Space is loud. Stars, nebulae, planets.

They all normally give off
electromagnetic frequencies.

- But this?
- Convert it to audio,

put it on speaker. All frequencies.

Aye, Captain.

So, there's just nothing?

Uh, I mean,
it's scientifically impossible

for there to be nothing out there.

There's definitely something.
We just have to assume

it's not registering
on any of our sensors.

Agreed, Ensign. Book,

- you got a visual?
- Yeah.

- Taking in the view.
- Are your sensors

- getting anything?
- Nothing.

I'll do some recon.

Wait. Let me send a DOT first.

I'm powered up.

Five minutes.

She said five minutes.

Commander Nilsson,
launch a DOT, starboard bow,

- and put it on-screen.
- Aye, Captain.

Activate onboard camera.

Aye, Captain.

- Status report?
- 4,000 meters out.

Its scanners are active
and reading, Captain.

No data yet.

5,000 meters out.

Run a full spectrum analysis.

Nothing,

Captain. Not in any spectrum.

We should be getting
a ton of data by now.

6,000 meters out.

Looks like we've got some
interference in the signal.

No. Something's happening.

Pull it back, Nilsson. Now.

It's not responding to commands.

Book, are you seeing this?

Yeah. It's not good.

- Nilsson?
- It's still not responding.

It sounds like it's...

Screaming.

Michael?

I'm gonna find Paul.

If I can't fly, I got to do something.

Yeah. Good idea.

We've lost the DOT's
camera feed, Captain.

Shut it off.

- Do we know what happened?
- No idea.

It was just... eaten.

It-It's-it's possible
the DMA has done something

to subspace itself.

Turned it toxic.

Then we must ensure that
what happened to the DOT

does not happen to us.

Mr. Saru is right.

We need answers.

And with or without sensor data,
we're gonna get them.

Is that understood?

Aye, Captain.

Red alert.

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Ensign Tal was right.

There is something out there.

We may not be able to see it,
but it has an edge.

The DOT hit it.

And that may be the DMA clue
we've been looking for.

We just have to figure out what it is.

So let's get creative.

Mr. Saru?

Perhaps we might find a way

to see what our sensors cannot scan.

Yes. Commander Rhys,

prep a photonic flare.
Same trajectory as the DOT.

- Aye, Captain.
- If you match the DOT's velocity,

I could chart the time differential.

Good. Ensign Tal?

Commander Stamets
is standing by for analysis

once we have data of any kind.

All right, then. Light it up.

3,000 meters.

4,000 meters out.

It took 10.3 seconds
for the DOT to disintegrate.

9.7 for the flare.

So whatever's out there's
getting closer.

Closing in at a rate
of 2.9 meters per second.

How long before it reaches us?

Approximately 33 minutes.

Okay, so we need to slow it down,

keep it away from the ship.

Extend shields outward,

- maximum reach.
- Aye, Captain.

But I'll need more power to sustain.

Commander Stamets, if you're sitting

on any extra power, we're gonna need it.

Uh, sure. I think I've got some
tucked away under my chair.

I knew you would.

Put me to work. Whatever you need.

Oh, great. Um, help ramp down
any nonessential functions

and redirect power since I don't
actually even have a chair.

Oh, and, um, thank you.

I'm glad you're here.

Zora? What's going on?

Why did the captain call for red alert?

Is there anything I can do to help?

As you aren't commissioned,

no action is required at this time.

That's vague. Come on,

there must be something you can tell me.

A DOT-23 module and a photonic flare

were destroyed by something
I am unable to identify.

No offense, but is that normal?

No, it's not.

Since arriving in this rift,

I've stopped receiving
external sensor input.

So, it's like you can't feel anything?

- You're numb.
- Not entirely.

Internal sensors
remain fully functional,

but for unknown reasons,

I can't prioritize
normal data processes.

At present, I am acutely aware
that there is a .08% variance

in shuttle bay climate control.

Replicators on Deck 15 require service.

Heat lamp sensors for Lieutenant Linus

- show an energy increase of two percent.
- Whoa.

I get it.

It's like if my brain started
consciously reporting

every breath and heartbeat.

You must be so overwhelmed.

I know it's not a normal
computer response.

I hope that doesn't worry you.

I'm training to be a Guardian.

That's all about mixing
the scientific and spiritual.

I know it's not exactly the same, but...

I appreciate your efforts to understand.

Have you tried resetting
your routing system?

Maybe that'd help.

It didn't. Oxygen levels
on mess hall, Deck Five,

are nominal.

Was that a joke?

If it was funny, then yes.

How about we play a game?

An odd request, given the circumstances.

Was that a joke?

No. But it might help clear your head.

You know what I mean.

If it wouldn't distract you
from your other duties.

It won't, but I fail to understand

how this can lead to a solution.

I don't know either, but...
I've been playing this game

to help me assimilate into my new body.

And maybe...

if it helps you, too...

then I'm not just a passenger

hanging out in the lounge all day.

It'd be nice to feel useful.

In that case, I would love to play.

Commander Stamets,
we need more help with shields.

That's it for power, Captain.

Any more and I have
to start shutting down

essential functions
on one or more decks.

Owosekun?

Extended shields down to 25%.

Bring them in ten meters.
Adira, anything?

Uh, no, but, uh, I'm-I'm trying.

We currently have no ability to
complete our scientific mission,

and whatever is out there
is getting closer

faster than we expected.

I know.

Abort the mission.

We're getting out of here.

Captain, we can't leave without answers.

We'll find another way to get them.

- Detmer, reverse course.
- Aye, Captain.

I'm trying... I should
be able to re-chart

a course using galactic positioning,

but it's not working.

This void.

We have no reference points within it.

If I go the wrong direction,
I could take us deeper in.

Zora, can you triangulate

a navigational reference
using prior flight path data?

No, Captain, I cannot.

Commander Stamets.

We need you to jump us out of here now.

Jumping carries unknown risks, Captain.

So does staying.

Have someone monitor systems
during the jump.

If the DMA caused this, any
data we get will be valuable.

Someone else might miss something.

I'll make the jump.
You focus on the data.

I, uh...

I suppose now's as good a time
as any to learn to delegate.

You ready, Book?

Ready.

Black alert.

Jump.

Abort! Abort!

What's happening?

He initiated the shutdown matrix.

Commander Stamets, report!

It's Book!

He was hit by an energy
surge of some kind.

He seems okay.

But...

the mycelial network
itself seems to be...

Oh...

Uh, we can't jump, Captain.

We're stuck.

No, abort! Abort!

It's Book, he was hit

by an energy surge of some kind.

He seems okay.

Dad?

Tareckx. Been a long time.

No, no, no, no, no.

That's not possible.

You're dead.

You don't say.

Never came to pay your respects.

Wasn't sure if you even knew.

What the hell is this?

I was wondering the same thing.

Our planet's gone and you're
sitting on someone else's ship,

letting yourself be ordered around.

Communing with mushrooms?

- What a waste of your gifts.
- That's enough.

There's an enemy out there, son.

You should be hunting it.

This...

this is not real.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, did you see that?

Yeah, that was a hell of a surge!

It went right through you.
Let's get you to sickbay.

- I'm fine. I'm good.
- No, we'll let Hugh decide that.

Come on.

Book, you okay?

He's stable. All vitals normal.

I saw my father, Michael.

It was so real.

I could smell the Tuli sap on his hands.

A full sensory hallucination?

It looks like it.

First Leto and now him?

Am I... ?

No.

Leto was grief made manifest.

This was a physiological response

to the energy surge you experienced.

The average Kwejian has
a cortical dream center

that fires 400 times per second
in an active state.

Your neurotransmitters
are currently firing

at ten times that rate.

And how long do they last?

These hallucinations.

Well, it's hard to say,
but we're already seeing

small percentage decreases
in the firing rate.

I expect the trend to continue.

What he's saying is...

you'll be all right eventually.

We know what happened, Paul?

Uh, yes and no, so...

this is what the mycelial
network normally looks like.

And this

is the network here in the void.

It's why I didn't want
us jumping at all.

When Book tried, it was as if he...

touched a live electrical wire.

If we still used wires.

And these holes are caused
by the same thing that's

- eating though our shields, I assume.
- Yeah.

- So what now?
- Now, science.

Whatever energy passed

through Book during the jump
left trace amounts in his brain.

And once we finish analyzing it,

we should know something about the void.

What-what caused it, where it came from,

maybe even how to get out of it.

Your turn, Zora.

Nice.

And cool name, by the way.

Thank you.

In some of the cultures I've encountered

on Earth... Ba'ku and Ni'Var...

the name means "dawn" or "new day".

I thought it fitting,
all things considered.

I chose my name, too.

Not because of the meaning.

I just liked it.

I like it as well.

This isn't just a game, is it?

What makes you say that?

I find that I'm less overwhelmed
since we began.

83% of my low-priority processes
have returned to the background.

I hoped that would happen.

Why is this game... ?

Wait.

Is everything okay?

Now that my systems aren't
overwhelmed anymore,

I can detect something unusual
on the exterior hull of Deck 17.

You should tell the captain.

I don't have sufficient data...
I can't identify the cause.

Zora, you need to tell her.

How are shields holding?
I had to bring them in closer.

They're right at the hull now.

Captain, there may be an issue

with the aft corridor on Deck 17.

What kind of issue?

Internal sensors are engaging.

Pressure is fluctuating rapidly.

Decreasing 7.5% per second.

Bryce, who do we have in the area?

Dr. Pollard's on her way
to check in on Linus.

Have her get eyes on this first.

I'm nearly there. Stand by.

Get out!

- Go! Go! Go!
- I'm almost done!

What's happening, Dr. Pollard?

Go! We have a hull breach!

- Cortez, you need to get out of here!
- I got to fix it!

- Or it'll blow!
- Attention...

automated containment field activating

- in three, two...
- Cortez!

- Beam out!
- ... one.

Dr. Pollard, did he get out?

No.

What happened?

The alarm isn't necessary anymore.

The hull was compromised.

I had to lower
an emergency containment field.

Ensign Cortez was trapped.

He didn't survive.

It's hard.

Wanting to help and...

not being able to do anything.

But if you hadn't stepped in sooner,

a lot more of us
might be dead right now.

- Maybe.
- Wait.

You said you felt something on
the exterior of the hull, right?

That's correct.

Then your external sensors
are getting some kind of input.

I have to tell them!

I'm getting reports...
Decks 12 through 15

have multiple areas that are thinning.

Have personnel moved
and seal those decks.

And reroute power to bolster
containment fields and shields.

- Aye, Captain.
- Commander Owosekun,

how much longer will shields hold?

Approximately 21 minutes
until hull damage is critical.

We need more options.

Captain. It's Zora.

I think she can help us get out of here.

- I'm listening. Make it fast.
- There's a Trill game

that Guardians teach
to hosts when they first join

to help with sensory confusion.

Where does Zora come in?

Her internal sensors
were overwhelming her.

You mean that metaphorically, right?

No, it was an emotional response.

I was having trouble focusing.

I asked if she'd run
a full diagnostic; she had.

I tested to see if she'd
respond to a direct request.

And she did.

I asked her to play the game
with me, and it helped.

She registered the problem on Deck 17

before it reached the hull.

Zora, can you explain this?

- That's Zora?
- It is.

Hello. To answer your question, Captain,

at first I couldn't register
any external input.

The game helped me settle and focus.

I was then able to detect
micro-variances

in my external sensors, as on the hull.

Greater focus creates greater awareness.

Captain,

if we could generate a signal

that can penetrate the void, then...

Then she should be able to follow it

and lead us out of here.

Nice work, Gray.

I apologize, Captain.

But I don't believe that I can do that.

Start brainstorming ways we can
get a signal through the void.

Aye, Captain.

Gray, you're with me.

Zora, please join us in the ready room.

You're just going to sit there?

How obedient you've become.

You never used to listen to me.

The couriers could have answers.

Yet here you are.

You're not here.

You should take off that amulet.

A coward has no place
wearing the Ikhu Zhen.

This is just me.

It's my subconscious.

- It's not possible.
- This from the man who once

believed that even
Tranceworms had spirits.

I remember you crying to me.

"Father, I can feel

their pain".

What about the pain of your people

- as they were murdered?
- It wasn't my fault.

Look at me! Look at me.

Blood for blood.

Life for a life. That is
the Kwejian hunter's creed.

I know the oath!

I've felt each of their deaths
a thousand times over.

And I'll avenge them the second
I know who's responsible.

You'd already know
if you'd followed your gut.

Instead you wait and do nothing.

Because she tells you to.

Because you love her?

Yeah.

I do.

Her agenda is not your agenda.

Anger drives you, as it did me.

It's time to stop denying that, Tareckx.

I am nothing like you.

And that is not my name anymore.

We could fire photon
torpedoes, a series of them.

Carve a path for a signal
to get through.

That wouldn't be any more effective

than the DOT or the flares.

I could just pick a direction.

If we're lucky, we're near an edge.

Oh, that's just if we're lucky.

Maybe we should run another simulation.

Let us continue at stations, please.

Mr. Saru.

Containment fields are
weakening in Engineering.

Permission to take a team to reinforce

the fields with
programmable-matter blast doors.

- Request denied.
- We can't let anyone else die, sir.

The risks outweigh
any possible benefits.

I can do this if you let me.

I'll go by myself
if you think it's too risky

- for the team.
- This is not a debate, Commander.

We need you at your station,
and that is an order.

Yes, sir.

Commander Nilsson,

please dispatch a team
of DOTs to the area.

Aye, sir.

The uncertainty we are facing

is deeply unsettling.

But I believe we can meet this moment

and do what needs to be done.

Now, let us do what we can from here.

Aye, Mr. Saru.

I cannot help, Captain.

I am afraid of whatever is out there.

I failed you.

It is my fault that
Ensign Cortez was lost.

You're feeling guilt.

I also fear you've stopped
trusting me, Captain.

Have you?

That doesn't matter right now.

We need you to get through this.

And what you're feeling is
normal in a dangerous situation.

Overwhelm and guilt
when someone is harmed.

But you are not to blame.

I disagree, Captain.

When I was ten,

my mother and father were attacked.

I hid in a cabinet, listening.

I lost them.

And I blamed myself for years.

You were a child.

There was nothing you could have done.

I am a sentient organism living inside

of a supercomputer
capable of running countless

probabilistic scenarios.

You're talking about logic.

I'm talking about feelings.

It can be very uncomfortable
to accept the truth

that some things are beyond our control.

But we have to.

Otherwise...

we run into the same walls

over and over and over again.

Or we freeze up.

Either way, we don't move forward.

Understand?

I do.

And when you give me
a signal, I'll follow it.

For all of us.

We're counting on it, Zora.

Captain, we need you
in sickbay. It's urgent.

We've isolated the energy
particles that passed

through Book during the jump.

At the rate they're decaying,
the hallucinatory effects

should disappear
in about an hour, maybe less.

Best news I've heard all day.

And it gets better because in this case

your symptoms turn out
to be our solution.

These particles in Book's brain

are the DMA clue we've been looking for.

And they're only found in one place.

The galactic barrier.

But we're nowhere near
the edge of the galaxy.

- Exactly.
- So, if the DMA brought these

along for the ride,
then it must have come

from outside our galaxy.

As did the species who made it.

All this time, I thought
it'd be an enemy that we'd know.

Yeah.

These particles, were
they created by the void?

I don't think so. I'm guessing

this mess is a byproduct
of whatever device

powering the DMA
is doing to space itself.

But assuming the DMA is
from outside our galaxy,

it should have deposited more particles

at the point where it punched in.

So, if we locate the greatest
concentration of particles,

we can use that puncture
point to get out.

We found a way out.

There's an extragalactic
energy particle.

Stamets sent you the signature.

Now calculate what type of signal

can possibly reach it at distance.

How are we doing on shields?

About ten minutes left, Captain.

Captain, will Zora be able to assist us?

She will.

Got it. These particles will resonate

at 218 kilohertz exactly.

That's sonar frequency.

Sonar?

Sound navigation and ranging.

It's an old 20th century
echolocation technology.

Basically, we hit the particles
with electromagnetic energy

at that frequency...

translate the response
into an audible ping...

- And then follow that sound out.
- That's the idea.

Gray, I want you here
on the bridge for this.

Zora, send a pulse

at 218 kilohertz.

Let's see if this works.

Executing.

Zora, can you follow that
to the highest concentration

- of particles?
- Yes, I can.

Captain, based on the time it took

for the pulse to return to the ship,

we're gonna lose shields
before we get out.

And once we hit the plasma barrier,

the friction...

Will heat the ship beyond safe levels.

So this won't work.

Unless...

What if everyone goes
into the pattern buffer?

Is that even possible
for the period of time required?

There are Starfleet records documenting

long-term survival in a pattern buffer.

The risks aren't insignificant.

Meaning we could all die.

Well, if the alternative

is being slowly eaten by the void...

It would seem that your suggestion is...

our best option, Captain,
all things considered.

Zora, prepare the pattern buffer.

Yes, Captain.

I'll be right here with you.

A captain always stays with her ship.

I'll appreciate the company.

Commander Bryce,

open a shipwide channel, please.

All personnel, prepare to transport

into the pattern buffer.

Please do so in groups. No one
should go into this alone.

I'll stay here on the bridge
to monitor systems.

I will bring you out once
we have safely exited the rift.

Thank you all for your courage.

And your trust.

See you on the other side.

Zora, prepare to shut down
life support on my order.

Yes, Captain.

You did great today.

You, too, badass.

Hey, Zora?

You've got this.

Thank you, Gray.

Mr. Saru, before we go,

I owe you an apology.

When I was younger,
my best friend got sick.

She needed more help than our
community's healers could give.

I wanted to do something, but
there was nothing to be done.

And in the end,

all I could do was watch her die.

I felt powerless.

You bore witness, Commander.

That is something.

And I thank you
for sharing her story with me.

Shall we?

Come on, girl.

Let's have an adventure.

Nice ship.

The wall panels.

I see you tried to simulate
the wood of the Tuli tree.

Classy.

Listen, I know why you hated me.

I hunted creatures
our people considered sacred.

But I didn't choose that path.

The Emerald Chain forced me
to hunt them.

To pay for their protection.

I couldn't fight back.

I lost you because I was weak.

Now I see that same weakness in you.

It's not weakness to trust
someone you love, Dad.

It's strength.

Even still.

She will pick Starfleet over you,

over Kwejian, every time.

And one day...

you'll be the one who has to choose.

I don't know if this is actually you.

But I'm gonna choose to believe it is.

Rather than some part
of my subconscious.

Because if spirits do go on,

that means Leto,

Kyheem,

everyone else I've lost...

they're not gone after all.

Not really.

Goodbye, Dad.

And happy birthday.

Ready?

Warning, life support
termination imminent.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You all right?

- Yeah, you?
- Yeah.

Uh, I just needed to, um...

see you before...

I'm glad.

- I know things have been a little rough lately.
- Yeah.

- I love you, Michael.
- I love you, too.

Yeah, I think she's finally
warming up to you.

Yeah, I think we're tight now.

I'll see you soon.

Be safe.

Zora?

I'm here, Captain.

Put the signal on speaker, please.

Should I turn off life support now?

Yes.

Proceed on impulse.

Aye, Captain.

Let's do this.

Zora, is there interference?

No, Captain.

Then what's happening?

Are we able to follow the signal out?

It is increasingly difficult
to discern it.

There are 287 rapidly expanding
pressure leaks,

hull breaches on Decks 15 and 16,

the replicator on Deck Five
will fail in three minutes...

Zora.

Focus.

You can do this.

I'm afraid, Captain.

I am, too.

I've been trying to play Gray's game

to quiet the distractions.

It's not working anymore.

It's not about the game.

It never was.

It was you.

You have control
over your own processes.

Okay? You just need to focus.

You said one has to accept emotions

but also move forward.

May I ask you how you do that
when you're afraid?

I make decisions.

I try to use the fear.

Tell myself it'll make me stronger.

Emotions we feel, they can shape us.

Losing my parents...

I wouldn't wish that on anyone,
but it made me who I am.

We are entering the plasma barrier.

I understand.

Let's keep talking.

You believe your
experience with suffering

has made you stronger
and more empathetic.

Yes.

And I believe what you're feeling now

will make you stronger, too.

Multiple systems

are failing, Captain.

We're losing a large
section of the hull.

They're a part of me. I feel them dying.

You can do this.

You can do this, Zora. Hang on.

Status report?

We've lost shields.

Captain, the temperature on the bridge

will soon exceed
EV suit safety parameters.

Zora.

You'll have to be the one
to free the crew

from the pattern buffer.

Do you understand what I'm asking you?

Yes, Captain.

When it's safe.

Free them when it's safe.

I will. I care for them very much.

I won't let them down.

I believe you.

And, Zora, I do trust you.

We'll exit the plasma barrier
in four minutes.

Are you in physical distress, Captain?

I think I could use
a little distraction right now.

I can sing you a song.

A song?

Sure, Zora.

I'd love a song.

♪ Don't know why ♪

♪ There's no sun up in the sky ♪

♪ Stormy weather ♪

♪ Since my man and I ♪

♪ Ain't together ♪

♪ Keeps rainin' all the time ♪

♪ Life is bare ♪

♪ Gloom and misery everywhere ♪

♪ Stormy weather ♪

♪ And I can't get myself together ♪

♪ I'm weary all the time. ♪

Captain?

Captain?

Are you with us?

Hey. Welcome back.

You made it.

Mm-hmm.

Did everyone?

I am pleased to report that
all crew members made it safely

out of the pattern buffer.

Well done, Captain.

You, too, Zora.

Come here.

Programmable matter is a unique marvel.

To enable repairs so quickly

and with such finesse...

Something weighs on your mind.

Whoever's behind the DMA
is from outside our galaxy.

How do we even find them?

Commander Stamets believes

that further analysis
of the energy particles

will allow us to determine
their coordinates.

My father had so much anger in him.

I told myself I'd never be like that.

Maybe I am.

All I want to do is destroy them.

I understand.

The Ba'ul culled my people

for centuries.

My parents died at their hands.

Now I sit across from them
at the Kaminar council.

I still feel rage.

But you seem so balanced.

So calm. I...

We are both justified in our anger.

Allowing it to be our focus, however,

only prevents us from achieving

those things which
serve the greater good.

It is a struggle, yes.

But a worthy one.

It appears you've nearly finished.

What do you think?

Past, present and future as one.

It's a powerful image
of hope and connection.

A fitting way to end this day.

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so, too.

I've witnessed many examples
of such connectedness,

but I've never before
experienced it myself.

I'm glad you did today.

I'd like to create a tree
of my own if you don't mind.

Of course.

It's beautiful.

I hope the crew would agree.

I think they will.

This is different,

but it's good.

It's special.

I'm so glad you're with us, Zora.

As am I, Captain.

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