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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Captain Christopher Pike

requests permission to come aboard.

I'm here at Starfleet's order
to take command of the Discovery.

Over the past 24 hours,

Federation sensors picked up

seven red bursts spread out

across more than 30,000 light-years.

And right now this little dot

is the only one willing to
tell us where it is. Hit it.

Pike to Discovery.

- Get us out of here.
- Wait!

I need a sample of that asteroid.

If my theory is correct, we'll be
able to interact with dark matter, sir.

The asteroid has been shedding
rocks all over the place.

We still have time to reach one of them.

It's in the bay.

- What's your status? - The
shuttle bay needs a little TLC,

but all is well, Commander.

I saw you die.

I watched Tyler kill you.

I held your body in my arms.

- I believe in you, Paul.
- I love you.

I'd like to go to Enterprise,sir.

I'm sorry, Burnham,

but Spock's not there.

A few months ago I felt
something shift in him.

It's as if he'd run into a
question he couldn't answer.

He asked me for time,
and I gave it to him.

Spock.

As a child, I had what
my mother called "nightmares. "

She taught me to control
my fear by drawing them,

rendering fear powerless.

The nightmares have returned.

The same vision, again and again.

I now understand its meaning
and where it must lead me.

I have encoded it within this audio file

in the event of my death.

This may be my last entry
aboard the Enterprise.

Spock has had this
tablet since he was a boy.

I took it from his quarters.

He drew these signals two months
before they appeared to us.

Computer, show me Starfleet's
rendering of the seven signals.

Rotate 90 degrees counterclockwise.

It's damn near identical.

- There any more sketches like this one?
- No.

Sir, my brother

sounds deeply troubled.

I know he's on leave, but
we need to contact him,

find out what he knows
about these signals.

I know where Spock is, Burnham.

Have a seat.

Your brother...

is in the psychiatric
unit on Starbase 5.

Since about a week after he took leave.

Committed to the facility
at his own request.

Why weren't my parents or I told

about this request?

It's Starfleet protocol to
reach out to the families...

Unless the patient doesn't want that,

and Spock said no.

Emphatically.

With that said,

his association with these signals

outweighs his desire
for absolute privacy.

You could extend an olive
branch to your brother,

but he'll need to decide
whether or not to take it.

He won't.

At least not from me.

The way I left things with my brother...

We haven't spoken in years.

Family dynamics can be complicated.

My father was a science teacher,

and when he wasn't doing that,
he taught comparative religion.

It was a confusing household, and...

We didn't agree on a lot.

Look, I've shared with
you everything I know.

Trust you can do the same with me.

If there's ever anything you
feel you ought to tell me...

Sir, when we were on that asteroid...

I...

I never properly thanked you

for coming back to get me.

You're welcome.

Captain Pike to
the bridge immediately.

Captain on the bridge.

Ah, Captain. Another
signal has just appeared.

The transmission
is too faint to determine

the exact coordinates.

Excuse me, Commander
Burnham. I was using

your station to run
calibration modeling programs.

Let me just close
some of this stuff out.

Ensign Tilly had a notion

to pinpoint the signals.

I gave her permission to try it.

Excellent.

I'm modulating
Discovery's deflector dish.

The idea is that we'll
create gravimetric distortion

that will act like sonar.

That's a good plan,

but the signal's too
far away to register.

If we were closer,

we might be able to detect
gravitational redshift

and use that to calculate
its exact position.

I suggest we go to warp momentarily,

then target it with long-range
sensors as soon as we drop out.

Detmer, take us to maximum
warp for five seconds.

Aye, sir.

Signal coordinates received.

And it's in the Beta Quadrant,

51,450 light-years away.

At top speed, that would take us

150 years to get that far.

My unborn children's children

would be lucky to get there. Ideas?

The spore drive.

But until a nonhuman interface

is found, Starfleet
has decommissioned it.

Or its navigator, really.

In order to guide us
through the mycelial network,

Commander Stamets injected
himself with Tardigrade DNA,

a violation of Starfleet's ban

on genetic manipulation.

They were willing to overlook this

during the war, however.

A Tardigrade?

- I suppose you had to be there.
- Getting to the bottom

of these signals is of utmost
importance to the Federation.

They let you use the drive
to fight the Klingons.

They'll give us dispensation now.

How long before it can be operational?

Once I begin prepping
Commander Stamets, 20 minutes.

Get to it.

Bet you're glad
you stayed on board, right?

Hmm?

Being back in the saddle. You and me.

Doing our thang. I thought the jump

to Qo'noS would be the
last time in a long time.

What's wrong?

I saw Hugh in the network.

What? You mean, after
he... after he died?

Yes. When I was trapped there,

he comforted me.

He pushed me to escape
when I was ready to give up.

He helped pilot Discovery out
of the Terran universe, Tilly.

He saved us all.

I... I-I know how this sounds.

At first, I told myself it was
a fabrication of my own mind

culled from my memories by the mycelia,

but since then, I'm not so sure.

I didn't see him

the last time I jumped,

but knowing it's a possibility...

I would think that possibility
would make you happy.

Astromycology has taught me

that nothing is ever truly gone.

Fungi are the universe's recyclers.

This is how termination begets creation.

It's why life is eternal.

And my place is on
this side of that cycle.

If I return to the network
and see him again...

We
good to go, Mr. Stamets?

All personnel,
prepare for black alert.

This is not a drill.

Repeat, this is not a drill.

Spore drive is on line.

Spore drive is ready, Captain.

Questions or concerns

before we depart, Captain?

If you're telling me that this ship

can skip across the universe
on a highway made of mushrooms,

I kind of have to go on faith.

Be bold.

Be brave.

Be courageous. Black alert.

All personnel, black alert.

Let's jump.

You never forget your first, sir.

Ah.

Commander Stamets...

Not now, Tilly.

There's no sign of the signal.

Are we where we're supposed to be?

Affirmative.

- Report. -
Class-M planet.

No power signatures or starships

in the area.

No one scanning us from the surface.

Wait, I detect human life signs.

No humans have settled this
far out in the Beta Quadrant.

Captain, I'm picking up a transmission

- from the surface.
- Send it through, Bryce.

We're under attack!
We're holed up inside.

A few hundred souls:
men, women and children.

Red alert. Ready photon torpedoes.

- Are you sure there's nobody else out there?
- We're alone, Captain.

Pinpoint the distress call.
Show me where it's coming from.

Enhance.

They do not seem to be in
any sort of distress, Captain.

Can you trace any warp signatures

or starships near the planet?

Not a single one.

I can, however, confirm that,

based on audiophonic degradation,

the transmission has been
broadcasting on a loop for...

200 years.

That's before warp was even invented.

Somebody want to tell
me how they got here?

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Star Trek: Discovery
SO2EO2- New Eden

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The arrival of those people on
the planet directly coincides

with World War
llI on Earth-

a nuclear cataclysm that
left 600 million dead

and governments destroyed.

The broadcast frequency
from the surface is obsolete,

too weak for interstellar communication.

It's all coming from
this structure here.

It's a church, Burnham.

Yes, sir.

They're speaking

Federation Standard.

They had to have a starship
to get out this far.

Hell, the only way we got here
was by using a spore drive.

Yet with the roughly 11,000 people,

spread over ten settlements
across the planet,

there is no ship or power
signature to speak of.

They don't even use electricity.

Since their society

is pre-warp, we have to
assume General Order 1 applies.

Why did that

second signal want us to come here?

As science officer, I
would advise restraint

in ascribing motivation
to what are now simply

unidentifiable energy bursts.

"There are more things in
heaven and earth, Horatio... "

I know my Shakespeare, Captain.

Are you suggesting that some
kind of divine intervention

put those people on the planet?

I assume you're familiar
with Clarke's Third Law?

Yes. In the 20th century,
Arthur C. Clarke said that

"Any sufficiently advanced
technology is indistinguishable

- from magic. "
- The law was debated

by scientists and theologians alike,

And later reinterpreted to say:

"Any sufficiently advanced

extraterrestrial intelligence
is indistinguishable from God. "

I have no idea

how or why they're here,

but I highly doubt it's by accident.

Certainly a bold interpretation, sir.

What else do we know about the planet?

It is surprisingly Earth-like.

However,

the interweaving orbital rings

are comprised of radioactive debris.

Quite unlike anything
we've ever seen before.

Figuring out how these people
got there may shed some light

on the nature of the signals themselves.

Who's best suited to come with
us to the surface, Burnham?

Lieutenant Owosekun.

She grew up in a Luddite
collective on Earth.

She'll know how to embed,
per General Order 1.

Brief her and let's move.

Your personal
shielding is phase-locked

with the gravity simulator.

Any change in this gravimetric
stability will result in...

Boom.

Confirmed.

As theorized, there are
periodic concentrations of

metreon particles.

Yeah. Here looks promising.

Okeydokey.

Activating laser core sampler

and corresponding
internal artificial grav.

And according to my calculations,

one cubic centimeter of

metreon-charged asteroid weighs in

at a portly one point five metric tons.

Metreon fluctuation detected.

Adjust grav sim.

Project termination advised.

Not yet.

Metreon-charged dark
matter is our only lead

in finding a new spore-drive interface,

and Commander Stamets needs this.

Got it.

Secure sample.

Hello, gorgeous.

Alert. Energy discharge

of unknown origin detected in
main shuttle bay. Engineer...

No life signs inside.

Set phasers to stun.

Keep 'em handy but out of sight.

Have either of you
ever been in a church?

No. My family are

non-believers.

I'm familiar with the
texts of Earth's religions.

All right. Let's find out

who these people are and
why they're calling for help.

This glass is two centuries old.

It represents not just Christianity, but

Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism,

Shinto and Wicca.

The distress call is
coming from beneath us.

I'll look for the basement.

"For those who live the old way burn.

"Those who

sin against us shall be
cut down by our gods. "

That's light and welcoming.

"When those who believe
in our signs come to thee,

say, 'Peace be upon you. '"

Anthropologically speaking,

it appears that they
cobbled together a religion

based on the primary faiths of Earth.

This book is some sort of new scripture.

It might be their historical
record. I'll scan the text.

Or we could
look at the pictures.

That was the original purpose
for a window like this.

To teach the gospel to
those who couldn't read.

Why aren't you in the fields?

We're not from here.

Uh, my name is Christopher.

This is Michael and Joanne.

Is this your first time in New Eden?

Yes. We're from the north.

The All-Mother

will want to see you.

We welcome our new
friends from the northern territory

and pledge gratitude to our Creators

for their love and
deliverance to New Eden

on our planet Terralysium.

Tonight, on the harvest
moon, we remember

that over 200 years ago, in 2053,

the First Saved, soldiers
and civilians among them,

took cover in the white church

from the devastation of World War III.

Jets overhead dropped nuclear bombs.

Our ancestors knew death was coming,

but just before the explosions,

an angel appeared to them,

surrounded by pillars

of fire, and delivered our church

and those taking shelter in it

here to Terralysium.

They awoke here and founded New Eden.

But who should they
thank for this salvation?

Which God?

There were so many faiths among them,

how would they solve such a quandary?

By combining all religions into one.

Say my religion is science.

Has anyone used it to
find an alternate answer

to how our ancestors got here?

How, without the proper technology?

All we've got are decaying relics

that came with the First Saved.

For years, Jacob and Rose

have tried to get the
church lights back on.

Since the battery units died,
and the windows went dark,

pilgrimages to our shrine have dwindled.

Still, there must be
some rational theories

about how the church
was transported here.

A camera attached to a
soldier's helmet exists

from that time, but

it's broken.

We have no need for proof.

We are guided by

the existence of something
greater than ourselves-

our faith.

It's getting late.

We're setting out early tomorrow.

Would you mind if we take
shelter in your church?

- Of course not.
- Thank you for the fellowship.

- Peace be with you.
- And also with you.

Tilly?

Tilly, wake up.

What? Where am I?

Don't worry.

They're helping you.

I was there when you got hurt.

It was so scary. I thought I lost you.

Oh, you
shouldn't do that. Oh, no.

Help! What's going on?

Ensign Tilly, dissecting

a highly unstable interstellar
asteroid by yourself?

This lapse in judgment
put your shipmates at risk

and nearly got you killed.

Will you corroborate that, Dr. Pollard?

He's correct. Almost dead. You.

But you're gonna be okay.

Sorry, sir. I was trying
to help Commander Stamets.

I do not see how one leads to the other.

I took an asteroid sample in the hopes

that I could design a coherent resonator

to work with the spores instead.

Essentially building

a dark-matter navigational interface

so that Commander Stamets
will no longer have

to interface with the spore drive?

Before we can care for others,
we must care for ourselves.

Has this jeopardized my placement

in the Command Training Program?

It has not, as long as
it is not an indicator

of more reckless behavior.

You are the youngest candidate
ever accepted into the CTP.

Being the only Kelpien in Starfleet,

I know how it feels to
want to prove your worth.

I was so determined to be
a good example of my race,

I learned 90 different
Federation languages.

Fluently?

My point is,

I put an inordinate
amount of responsibility

on these slender shoulders,
often to my detriment.

I expect you

to take better care.

You are important.

Mr. Saru

to the bridge immediately.

Report.

Sensors detecting a massive spike

of ionizing radiation
in the upper atmosphere.

There's been a disruption in
the gravitational stability

of the planet's outermost ring.

This could relate to the signals.

Radioactive particles from
the ring are on the way

- to the planet's surface.
- Levels?

- Bad.
- Bad?

Really bad. In 64 minutes,

the radiation will reach the
upper atmosphere, causing...

an extinction level event.

Um...

tell transporters

to stand by.

Bryce, please contact the captain.

Not possible, sir.

The radiation's interfering
with our communication.

We won't be able to transport either.

Shall I send a shuttle to get them, sir?

No. The shuttle's ionized carbon exhaust

will create a runaway
positive feedback loop

that will accelerate
the particles' arrival.

I heard there was a problem.

Happy to have you, as
always, Mr. Stamets,

especially now.

It's highly unlikely

that they can see the outer
ring from the planet's surface.

They'll never know what's
coming until it hits.

Time? 62 minutes

before nuclear winter
becomes irreversible.

If we were

brought here,

perhaps this is why.

We are responsible

not only to our landing party

but to every living
being on that planet.

Discovery will not allow
a catastrophe on her watch.

Clock is ticking.

Let us get to work.

Clearly, that distress
beacon has been broadcasting

without these people even knowing it.

We'll turn it off so no
one else disturbs this place

and then beam out.

I isolated the
distress beacon signal.

It's coming from down here.

Let's hope that
helmet camera's here, too.

I'm sorry, sir.

You can't be suggesting
that we leave them here.

Find that beacon, please,

Owosekun.

Before we transported down,

you said you had a hunch

the signal we were following was
leading us to a rescue mission.

No one needs rescuing, Burnham.

This place

really is a new Eden.

Amesha and the others are kin to us.

They deserve to be reintegrated
into modern society.

By their own account,
they left Earth in 2053.

They did not use a starship.
That makes them pre-warp,

subject to General Order 1.

We cannot interfere with
their natural development.

But they believe Earth and
the human race were destroyed.

They're wrong.

Worse, the faith they cling to is a lie.

Can you prove that?

What I will prove

is that none of this happened
because of some miracle.

Got it!

The battery's dead,

but...

This is strange.

Someone jury-rigged it
to continue transmitting

the distress call.

And you answered.

There were scientists
among the First Saved, too.

My family. For generations,
we tended to that beacon.

No one else knew it was
here, and you found it

with that incredible device.

My ancestors were right, weren't they?

The Earth wasn't destroyed.

Mankind evolved.

Jacob...

...this-this device, this
has- it's always been

in my family. It's for navigation.

Since the other day,

when the red burst appeared in
the sky, I knew you were coming.

That was the light
from your ship, right?

Your hands, your skin,

unravaged by the labor we do here.

You're not from Terralysium.

I can see the truth in your eyes.

Jacob, listen to me.

- You are mistaken.
- No, I'm not.

I have been waiting for
this day for a long time.

For our true salvation.

Let's go.

We're sorry for trespassing.

No, wait, wait, no. Don't go. Wait.

Wait! Stop!

Ah. It's locked.

If it's just a slide bolt,

I can use a magnet to get us out.

Our utility bags are gone.

Jacob must have taken all of our tech.

To prove his case to
the others, no doubt.

Ah-ha. Got it.

Yep. I can feel it...

God or no God, we are still
bound by General Order 1.

You will not break cover
under any circumstances.

Do you both understand?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

If "X" doesn't work, try "Y."

If "Y" doesn't work, try "Z."

If "Z" doesn't work, try
drowning your ineptitude

in a Risan Mai tai.

Where the hell is Burnham?

I need her to, like, be
here and "yes and... " me.

Can I help you with something?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

I'm-I'm supposed to be on bed rest,

but that is practically an
affront to my very existence,

'cause the ship's on high alert,

the captain, Burnham, Owo,

not to mention an entire
planet, might be nuked,

and that is not happening.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You're May, right?
Am I talking too fast?

I'm problem solving. I've had espressos.

- In sickbay?
- Yeah.

Lives are at stake.

It's always better to ask

for forgiveness than permission.

Exactly. I've been
trying to figure out a way

to stop the down flow
of radioactive debris,

and then it occurred to me
if we could target the source

of the debris...

- The ring itself.
- Yes.

Thank you. We could-
We could pull the debris

away from the planet.

And then, we're alive.

And alive is optimal.

I've been running models
using a tractor beam, but...

Discovery wouldn’t be able to generate

graviton beams powerful enough

to change the course
of the debris field.

You read my mind.

Your mind is so much fun.

If only there were

something on this ship
that could generate

a massive gravitational field.

The asteroid. Dark
matter. In the shuttle bay.

It's-it's-it's...

A little, tiny piece of it
destroyed an entire table.

It was awesome. You're a genius.

No, you're a genius.

The ring's radioactive
wave will hit the planet

in four minutes, 32 seconds.

What if we throw all
auxiliary power to phasers?

Destroy the radioactive debris

before it reaches the lower atmosphere.

That would only give it
a greater concentration.

I got it!

I got it, I got it.

Ensign Tilly, how many
times in a single day

must we have this conversation?

No, no, please, please, sir,
just-just hear me out, okay?

The dark-matter asteroid,
all right, it's massive.

And the more mass an object has,

the greater its
gravitational pull, right?

You-you know this.

Can I just, um, scooch
in there? Thank you. Yeah.

So, if we launch the dark-matter
asteroid from the shuttlebay

on just the right trajectory,

its gravity will pull
the radioactive debris

away from the planet like
a, uh, invisible magnet.

See?

For the asteroid to
exit at the correct angle,

I would have to execute a
sustained circular drift.

A donut.

You would be doing a
donut in a starship.

That's true.

Is this possible?

Yes. Except no.

We'd have to launch the
asteroid from within the center

of the ring's debris field.

There is no way I can
pilot us from in there.

I can.

We could jump.

You have exactly

two minutes, 11 seconds before the wave

of radioactive debris crosses
the point of no return.

Run, Mr. Stamets.

Tell Engineering to
ready the spore drive.

The visitors are
from the first Earth.

THEY BROUGHT AMAZING THINGS:

communication devices,

scientific-data collectors.

Look inside. You'll believe.

What happened to
"Thou shalt not steal"?

I just want her to see the truth.

The truth is that he attacked us.

He violated everything
that the Faith holds dear.

You give us back what you took,

- and we'll leave. JACOB:
- Listen to me.

They came on a starship.

They can take us back home.

We can experience the real Earth.

This is your home.

You are living by the corrupt
way of the old Earth, Jacob.

You're the scientist.

Tell her I'm right.

Look.

Captain! No!

No!

He's dying.

Save him. With your
technology, I know you can.

We-we need to get him to the church

and pray for another deliverance.

Yes, okay.

Bridge, we are ready to jump.

And are you ready, Lieutenant?

Had my pilot's license since 12, sir.

Black alert.

Airiam... now.

Detmer!

Initiating donut maneuver, sir.

♪

It's working, sir.

Let us get our landing party. Now.

Wait, wait, no. Let
me in!

Jacob, no. Jacob!

The gods have answered our prayer.

The angel returned to save them.

Transport confirms all are on board.

The asteroid successfully
diverted all the debris

from the planet's atmosphere.

Yes!

Perhaps you should

disobey my direct orders
more often, Ensign.

No, I think your orders
are probably really good.

I need to pass out now.

Do you need assistance?

No, I'm good. I'm just...

straight to bed.

Way to go, Stilly.

Stilly?

Wait, are you...?

Welcome back, Captain.

You made it. But your ribs,

they're gonna feel like the xylophone

in a Klingon marching band.

Consider yourself lucky to be alive.

Musk Junior
High School, Class of 2247.

Signatures page.

May something.

Stilly, what the heck?

You're moving again?

It's only been six months.

You're the nicest person I've
ever met at this awful school.

I'll miss our lunches.

They were like little earthquakes.

"Bounce, bounce, bounce. "

Please, stay in touch. Love, May Ahearn.

Ahearn.

Knew it.

Computer, locate quarters
for "Ahearn, May. "

Ship's
manifest has no such name.

Computer, search Federation database

for the whereabouts of "Ahearn, May,"

originally from San
Francisco, California, Earth.

Working.
"Ahearn, May Theresa. "

Born April 30, 2236.

Deceased June 9, 2252.

Come.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. And don't make me laugh.

Fortunately for you,
I was raised on Vulcan.

We don't do funny.

Maybe I should just shut up.

I wanted to thank you

for following orders
and maintaining our cover

despite your captain's impairment.

And by impairment,

I- I mean having a phaser
go off in my chest.

Well, sir, I learned the hard way

what not following orders can lead to.

In fact,

you asked earlier if there was
anything I ought to tell you.

There is, and I didn't.

The angelic being

they worship on Terralysium,
it appeared to me,

on the asteroid.

Why didn't you say anything?

I was injured. I thought
I was hallucinating.

That can't be a coincidence.

Two signals, two angel sightings.

With all due respect,
sir, the word "angel"

does carry with it certain implications.

I saw a form.

It hovered above me, and it was...

to be completely
honest, quite beautiful.

But beyond that,

I wouldn't ascribe to
it divine properties.

Those people in New Eden do.

And they would find your experience

to be quite a revelation.

Is that how you see it,
sir? As a revelation?

At the very least,

this new information
creates more context.

And the context can
alter our perspective.

Well, what about Jacob?

Isn't he entitled to a little context?

He knows in his heart
who and what we are.

And we chose to lie to him.

We have the power to
help him solve a mystery

that's plagued his family for 200 years.

We could alter his perspective.

Look, I feel for the guy, too.

But even angels are no excuse
for violating General Order 1.

Yeah, well, I have a better
his helmet camera.

Jacob said it recorded
whatever was in that church

the day they were taken.

And as I see it, sir,
the urgency of our mission

directly contradicts
Starfleet's first rule.

To serve one goal, the
other has to be sacrificed.

But that's a choice
only a captain can make.

I lied.

To protect the others from the truth.

The truth is... you were right about us.

I- I know what it's
like to live with doubt,

and I guess I-I didn't
want that for you.

How'd you get here?

Beam of light?

Yes, actually.

It's called a transporter.

It converts a-a person or an
object into an energy pattern,

then "beams" it to a target,

where it's eventually
reconverted back into matter.

Do you have a ship?

Do you, uh, fly among the stars?

Yeah.

And...

- Earth? - Well,
we're-we're part

of a galactic federation now,

dedicated to peace, exploration
and protecting places

such as your planet.

Jacob,

we cannot intervene.

Your society has to evolve

in its own way.

My entire family spent

their whole lives hoping
to get a confirmation

that what we believed was true.

And you...

gave me that answer.

Something none of them ever got.

And that is enough for me.

Thank you. Because of you,

we're not lost anymore.

How about this power cell,

with a very long lifespan, in exchange

for a soldier's broken
camera circa 2053?

I hope we meet again, Jacob.

I know we will.

You might want to stand back.

Pike to Discovery, one to transport.

Okay...

♪

We're under attack!

Holed up inside. A few hundred
souls: men, women and children.

Wait...

Something's happening...

Take cover! Protect the young!

Oh! Blinding light!

Oh, my gosh!

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Star Trek: Discovery
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