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This is mutiny.

Move, Saru.

We're locked on.

Fire!

Belay that order!

Captain, please.

I'm trying to save you.

I'm trying to save all of you.

Stand down.

Captain! Incoming!

Warp signatures detected.

Ambassador Sarek,

it's good to see you again.

Thank you for receiving
us, Captain Georgiou.

The pleasure is ours.

As discussed, this is my ward,

Michael Burnham.

Hello, Michael.

Welcome to the USS Shenzhou.

And congratulations

on your recent commencement.

Respect is earned,
as is friendliness.

Yet diplomatic niceties
must be observed.

This is hardly a negotiation.

First contact, then.

The only human

to attend the Vulcan Learning
Center and Science Academy

rejoins her own kind.

You can see my
analogy, more or less.

Less.

I will leave you now.

Live long and prosper.

Behave.

Energizing.

On Vulcan, lateral vector
transporter technology

has been discarded due to
the massive amount of power

it requires.

Starfleet has phased out
that design as well.

Shenzhou is old, but she
gets us where we need to go.

Attention, all
personnel, stand by...

Is this vessel not up
to your standards?

I have no standards when
it comes to this ship.

It was always my intention

to join the Vulcan
Expeditionary Group.

Sometimes the universe
allows for the making

of unexpected memories.

Emotional platitudes are
not what I was hoping for.

Well, you've really been away
from humans for a long time.

Dr. Nambue.

I'd say you're too confident
for your own good,

but I've seen your record.

As I have seen yours.

And your confidence
is justified.

As is yours.

Ready to see your new home?

Captain on the bridge.

Not too shabby, huh?

It appears to be functional.

I understand your
hesitation, Michael.

It's hard leaving Vulcan and
everything you've known behind.

But I assure you,

this can be your new home,
if you want it to be.

Thank you... Captain.

How many Klingon vessels
have entered the system?

Tracking.

24, Captain.

The Klingon High Council

consists of 24 houses.

That can't be a coincidence.

The number of ships-- it
suggests that someone

is attempting to unify
the Empire again.

Against us.

Commander Burnham,
you have endangered

your vessel and your shipmates.

You have attacked

a superior officer.

You violated the
chain of command.

You are relieved of duty.

Security, remand
her to the brig.

Yes, Captain.

Starships Clarke, Shran,

T'Plana Hath, Kerala,

Sue, Ride, Earhart,
Dana, Edison,

and Yeager have
dropped out of warp.

Where is the admiral?

The Europa is still 800 AUs out.

Captain,

the Klingons are no longer
jamming ship communications.

Januzzi, open a channel.

Aye, Captain.

Unidentified Klingon vessel,

this is Captain
Philippa Georgiou

of the USS Shenzhou.

We are on the outermost
borders of Federation space,

but make no mistake--

you and your artifact
are in our territory.

We regret the situation
has resulted

in the death of your warrior.

We offer you two choices.

Leave immediately or
open a dialogue with us.

Hopefully, it is the latter,

so that we can reengage
with the Klingon Empire

and prove to you that
now, as always...

...we come in peace.

Battle stations.

Ops, damage report.

Ensign Connor?

Transferring ops to
this station, Captain.

Direct hit.

Hull breaches, decks
13 through 15.

Emergency force fields in
place, bulkheads holding.

Get her to sickbay.

Secondary tactical off-line.

Shields.

At maximum, Captain,
and holding for now.

Helm, evasive
maneuver seven-alpha.

Connor, can you
make it to sickbay?

Yes, Captain.

The USS T'Plana Hath
is under heavy attack

from three Klingon vessels.

Detmer, make your
heading 219 mark 6.

Aye, Captain.

Mr. Gant?

Phasers armed and
ready, Captain.

Locking on target.

Fire.

Computer, how badly
have we been hit?

You have been
confined to the brig.

Query denied.

Who's there?

Where are the medical officers?

Connor.

What happened?

The bridge was hit.

Who else was hurt?

Is-is the captain all right?

She told me to go to sickbay.

B-But this isn't sickbay.

We're at war. You should
be on the bridge.

I can't help.

I'm locked up for mutiny.

Why are we fighting?

We're Starfleet.

We're explorers, not soldiers.

Connor, you took a
blow to the head.

Activate that comm panel

and call Dr. Nambue.

Yes, I... I need help.

Michael... Michael.

Michael.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Come back to me.

Major hull breach.

Major hull breach.

Deck one, deck three,

deck six, deck seven,

deck eight, deck nine.

Status.

Additional hull breaches.

Decks one, three,
and six through...

...nine.

The brig.

Shield at 15%.

Diverting main power
from compromised decks

to the bridge.

Containment field
failure is imminent.

All repair personnel
evacuate immediately.

Sarek?

How is it possible?

A mind-meld across a
thousand light-years?

More than a mind-meld.

Ever since you were a child,

ever since the bombing
at the Learning Center--

that act of terror that forever
changed your destiny--

part of me, my katra,

has been with you.

It also allows us this

unique form of connection.

I see by your imprisonment
that my counsel

concerning the Klingons did not
yield the results you hoped for.

I couldn't convince
Captain Georgiou

to strike the Klingons first,

so I took matters
into my own hands.

You're disappointed.

As you should be.

I did not come here

to judge your actions.

I came

because I sensed your...

your despair.

What's wrong?

Communicating with
you in this manner,

the physical cost
is significant.

Then leave me.

Please.

Do you think I came here
just to say farewell?

I would not put my well-being at
risk for such sentimentality.

The death and destruction
raining down on Starfleet,

that was to be expected.

What I cannot abide is
a waste of resources.

You're gifted.

You are brave.

You must do better.

Because I know you can.

You were never one to
bolster my self-esteem.

Perhaps that is
where I failed you.

No matter your shame,
gather your strength.

Find a way to help
those who need you.

Live long and prosper.

Incoming warship
on attack vector.

They've locked on to us.

Divert all power from
nonessential systems

to aft shields.

Ops.

Yes, Captain.

Emergency force
field is holding.

But shields and impulse
engines are off-line.

We are completely disabled.

They're still coming. Right behind us.
Weapons hot.

The Klingon warship peeled off.

Why didn't they finish us?

They don't need to.

Captain...

We're being sucked into the
binary stars' debris ring.

This gravitational field
is pulling us in.

Fire reverse thrusters.

They're not responding, Captain!

Shields are still off-line.

We are bracing for impact.

All hands,

this is the captain.

Prepare to evacuate.

Incoming transmission
from the Europa.

Systems are getting
back on line.

Thank you for the assist with
that tractor beam, Admiral.

What the hell
happened, Philippa?

We hailed. They fired.

The Shenzhou,

Clarke, and Yeager
are down on our side.

We've sustained
heavy casualties.

From the looks of
it, so have they.

Maybe they're ready
to come to the table.

Open a channel to the
Klingon flagship.

Attention, Klingon leader.

I am Admiral Brett Anderson.

I speak with the authority
of the entire Federation

when I propose a cease-fire

so that we might
resolve this conflict

with no further bloodshed.

Admiral,

I am T'Kuvma.

I am pleased you are here.

We have been waiting for someone
worthy of our attention.

Your offer of a cease-fire

is accepted.

Good. Because, if
we're fighting,

we're not talking.

Prepare to receive my envoy.

We'll get ready
for your arrival.

Let's end this so we can get...

What was that?

The Europa has disengaged.

What's going on?

I can't explain it, Captain.

There's an unknown energy
source disrupting our scanners.

Get me visuals.

Captain, I'm detecting
a voluntary

antimatter containment
breach on the Europa.

They're going to self-destruct.

Shields up to 47%.

Captain, the Klingon vessels
are warping out of the system.

All but one.

The Klingon flagship is hailing.

They're broadcasting on
all open subspace bands.

Members of the Federation.

What you call your
most remote borders,

I call too close to
Klingon territory.

You only live now

to serve as witnesses
of Klingon supremacy,

to be my herald.

We do not desire to know you.

But you will know
our great houses,

standing as one under Kahless,

reborn in me, T'Kuvma!

Computer,

implement steps of brig
emergency evacuation protocol.

Denied. Ethical protocol state

prisoner evacuation to occur in
life-saving circumstances only.

This is a life-saving
circumstance.

I'm going to die in here
unless you let me out.

Speculation.

Request to engage ethical
protocols denied.

How long before my cell's
containment field fails?

Approximately eight minutes.

At which point I will die.
Confirm?

Confirmed.

Is the corridor outside the brig
undamaged and still pressurized?

Affirmative.

Then getting from my cell,
through the blast door,

and into the corridor
ensures my survival.

Negative.

Exposure to the vacuum of
space for over 15 seconds

would result in
respiratory distress,

shock and suffocation

before you are able
to reach blast door.

But if you open a meter-sized
hole in the containment field,

the rapid depressurization
will shoot me through

to the blast door in
less than six seconds.

Affirmative.

But you will be unable
to open the door

in your inhibited
physical state.

Then, ethically, you should
open the door for me.

Working.

Request confirmed.

Ethical protocols engaged.

Chance for survival
estimated at 43%.

I'll take it.

Depressurization commencing now.

"All warfare is
based on deception.

When you are able to attack,
you must seem unable."

Sun Tzu. I recognize the quote.

But I fear we are
deceiving no one.

We are most definitely
unable to attack.

We have no weapons, no warp,

no countermove at all.

The Klingons have us.

We have photon torpedoes.

Now, we can't fire
them, but we can

load the warheads
onto a transport,

one small enough to evade
their primary sensors.

Upon impact, we can deliver

a kill shot directly
into their hull.

Devious, Saru.

I approve.

We'll use a worker bee
to carry the torpedo.

They're small enough to
be mistaken for debris.

Be ready in ten minutes.

I will also run an analysis

to determine blast sites
for optimum damage.

Make it hurt, Saru.

Oh, there is one
problem, Captain.

Our worker bees
have no autopilot.

And our transporter can't
penetrate their shields.

We won't need it.

I'll be driving.

Captain,

that's a suicide mission.

Your priority is getting
impulse engines

back online so that you can
get the Shenzhou out of here

before I detonate the warheads.

T'Kuvma lured Starfleet
to a massacre.

It's time I repaid him.

Captain, you can't do that.

T'Kuvma has anointed himself
the next Klingon messiah.

If you kill him, you
make him a martyr.

Someone they can
fight for endlessly.

That might even
be what he wants.

But if you capture him,

you make him a symbol of defeat.

Of shame.

And if you take him
as a prisoner of war,

you give the Federation
leverage to sue for peace.

How could you have done this?

I believed it was the only way

to avoid a full-scale war.

When you first came
aboard, seven years ago,

I worried your Vulcan
training might some day

trump your humanity.

Do you know why Sarek
asked me to take you on?

I was a human who had

seen a life of loss
but still chose hope.

What an ego I had...

...thinking I could
pick away the shell

the Vulcans put around you.

I was so sure I could do it.

Even convinced that
you were ready

for the captain's chair.

To think I knew you so little.

You want to know how
I turned on you?

I believed saving you

and the crew

was more important than
Starfleet's principles.

Was it logical?

Emotional?

I don't know.

Let me deliver the
warheads in your place.

They're gathering their dead.

Saru, forget the worker bee.

Captain?

Spool up the transporters now,

and have engineering
meet us there

with a torpedo warhead.

I know how we take him.

Tactical advises

that they have coordinates
on a slain Klingon officer.

Sensors confirm loss
of environment...

No weapons activity

on the Klingon ship.

They're drifting.

Their shields are down.

I'll beam you to an area

with minimal Klingon life signs.

Let's go get our prisoner.

Energize.

This is the aft section
of the bridge.

T'Kuvma must be close.

Burnham, I've lost the
captain's life sign.

Burnham? Burnham?

Get us out of here now.

I can't transport her
without a life sign.

I'm not leaving
without her body.

More Klingons are coming.

Burnham, if she's deceased
and you're in danger,

I have no choice.

No!

To the charge of
dereliction of duty,

to the charge of assaulting
a fellow officer,

to the charge of mutiny...

To all these charges,
how do you plead?

Guilty.

The accused cannot be heard.

Guilty on all counts.

Is there anything you
would like to say

in your defense before a
sentence is rendered?

From my youth on Vulcan,

I was raised to believe that
service was my purpose.

And I carried that
conviction to Starfleet.

I dreamed of a day when I
would command my own vessel

and further the noble objectives

of this great institution.

That dream is over...

the only ship I know in ruins.

My crew...

...gone.

My captain...

...my friend,

I wanted to protect
them from war,

from the enemy.

And now we are at war...

...and I am the enemy.

It is our ruling
that the defendant,

Commander Michael Burnham,
be stripped of rank

and hereby sentenced to
imprisonment for life.

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