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[narrator]
Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

- This is not our universe.
- [Burnham] We are in a parallel universe.

Governed by the Terran Empire,
ruled by a faceless emperor

with absolute authority.

Most places and ships
from our universe exist here.

Same goes for people.

We could meet another version
of ourselves?

Stamets is nonresponsive.

[Culber] He can't get
into the reaction cube.

He's contained for his own safety.
His adrenals are spiking.

- [in Klingon] Speak your name.
- Voq.

Son of none.

[Tyler] Closing in on the cockpit.

[screaming]

It happened again, flashes of memory.
Worse this time.

The Klingons transformed you.

- Into what?
- You're not you.

[neck cracks]

We're not the first ship
to find ourselves here.

U.S.S. Defiant. We find out how it did
make it over, could be our way home.

Captain Burnham will be returning
to the Shenzhou with me as bounty.

[Tyler] Whatever you do...

[grunting and shouting]

whatever this place makes you do...

whatever happens to you, or me...

however we change,
I am here to protect you.

[electricity crackling]

Harrington to Engineering,

I'm still working on
that electrical malfunction on Deck 12.

[man on comm] Acknowledged. Deck 11,
Section 6 is reporting the same problem.

- Think I've got that bulkhead operational.
- Understood.

Make sure manual controls are routed
to emergency operational systems.

- [Stamets] The forest.
- Hold on a minute.

[Stamets] The forest.

The forest.

The forest.

The forest is dark,
but I can see him through the trees.

The trees.

The trees.

The trees.

[Burnham] I can't rest here.

Not really.

My eyes open...

and it's like waking
from the worst nightmare I could imagine.

Even the light...

is different.

The cosmos has lost its brilliance.

And everywhere I turn...

there's fear.

[door opens]

Captain.

I have come to perform
your daily ablutions.

What is your name?

A... A slave has no name.

[Burnham] It's been two days.

But they're already inside my head.

Every moment is a test.

Can you bury your heart?

Can you hide your decency?

Can you continue to pretend
to be one of them?

Even as, little by little,
it kills the person you really are?

[man speaking indistinctly over PA]

You're all guilty of malicious thoughts
against your emperor.

By order of the sovereign Terran Empire,
I hereby sentence you to death.

[man] Energizing.

[Burnham] I've continued
to study their ways.

Read all that I can.

It's getting easier to pass.

- Which is exactly what I feared the most.
- [Tyler] You can never be one of them.

We're all human here.

We all start out with the same drives,
the same needs.

Maybe none of us,
no matter what world we're from, know...

what darkness is waiting... inside.

Thank you...

for this.

You remind me of everything good.

Of what I want my world to look like.

My first year at the academy,

I was terrified of open space.

I could fly anything, no sweat,
but I dreaded putting on that suit.

Until I remembered the tether.

They're mandatory the first few times
a cadet goes out in an EV.

They link you back to what you know,
what you love...

help you stay strong,
even as you head out into that...

terrifying abyss.

And that's you.

You're my tether.

You bring me back.

You did it before we were stranded,
and you're still doing it now.

[door opens]

We're done here.

Check on my prisoner.

[door opens]

[door closes]

This looks good, Saru.

I'm gonna call you Saru,
in honor of a respected friend.

Yes, captain.

[computer] Incoming transmission
from the I.S.S. Discovery.

Captain Tilly, Sylvia.

[sighs]

Computer, accept transmission.

- Is this a secure channel?
- Low band, zero traffic.

I'm alone, Tilly.

I have Mr. Saru.

Hang in there, friend.

[Saru] Is your status unchanged?

Yes, sir.

I've accessed the classified files,
but the data's too massive to decipher.

The Terran firewall is impenetrable,
I can't transmit intel off-ship

without being detected.

An oppressive regime is, by nature,
a fearful regime.

I'm afraid you must devise a workaround.

The data concerning
the U.S.S. Defiant's entry into this realm

is our last best hope at forming
our own plan of escape.

I take it Stamets' condition
hasn't improved?

I'm afraid not.

I will find a way.

Oh, uh, one last question,
immaterial to the mission.

My kind are few in our universe.

I had hoped...

Have you encountered any Kelpiens onboard?

No, I haven't, Saru.

- I'm sorry.
- No. Not at all.

It was merely a personal curiosity.

Stay safe, Michael.

And be wary.

Culber was her friend and colleague.

She deserves to know the truth.

The news of dealing
with an intra-vessel homicide

would distract Burnham
from her vital mission.

The circumstances surrounding
Dr. Culber's death are...

difficult to process.

Even for me.

I hate seeing him like this.

If Stamets killed Culber,
he may be a danger

- to all of us.
- He only escaped because

the containment field was disabled.
Culber probably lowered it.

Who could stand to see
the person they love in a cage?

- Perhaps that was his fatal error.
- Stamets didn't kill anyone.

Are you suggesting
a murderer's running free on our ship?

No, I'm saying that this...

This is not Paul Stamets.

[man speaking indistinctly over PA]

I've analyzed scans
of his neurological function.

Hyperactivity of white matter in his brain
has increased at an alarming rate.

Redirected blood flow almost exclusively
to the frontopolar cortex.

Rendering other segments
of the brain nonfunctional.

This wasn't a murder.
This was an unfortunate consequence

of an adult mind trying to reach
beyond a cloud of confusion.

We are losing him, commander,

and fast.

His health is in the hands
of our medical officers.

Medicine isn't working.
This is a spore issue.

Which means no one is more qualified
to treat him than I am.

Please.

Let me bring him back.

[indistinct chatter over comms]

[woman on comm]
I've got a crew on Deck 12...

Incoming hail. Captain Maddox of
the Imperial Flagship seeks an audience.

Acknowledge.

Michael Burnham in the flesh.

Then it's true.
The emperor will be pleased.

Not as pleased as I am
to have reclaimed what's mine.

I'm sure.

The emperor has a mission.

- Your first dip back into the fray.
- I'm up for the challenge.

Imperial intelligence uncovered
the location of the Fire Wolf.

The Klingon leader of the resistance.

Who's marching witless alien insurgents
to their inevitable deaths.

His base is on Harlak.
I'm sending you coordinates now.

- Your mission is simple...
- Terran General Order Four:

"Any exotic species deemed a threat
to the Imperial Supremacy

- will be extinguished without prejudice."
- Kill them all. The emperor commands it.

Prep photon torpedoes for launch...

Do not anticipate me, Number One.

- Captain, we have our orders...
- No.

I have my orders.

You've all grown soft in my absence.

Think it was easy tracking Lorca,
bringing him back here alive?

We could kill the Fire Wolf
and his followers,

and lay waste to their operation
from above.

Or we could get our hands dirty.

Prep a landing party.
I'll infiltrate the rebel base myself.

And return with the intel we need
to bury the resistance once and for all.

[shivering] You have to do it.

Give the order. You have to wipe them out.

I can't send hundreds of rebels
to their death to save myself.

What about your crew? The Federation?

Our universe. Be a massacre by Klingons.

Sometimes the end justifies...
terrible means.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

I fear that your suffering has influenced
your judgment.

I will find a way to get what we need
to Discovery.

But in the meantime,
lives are hanging on my command...

here and at home.

And this rebellion against the Terrans...

it's an unshakeable union of species.

Klingons, Vulcans, Andorians, Tellarites.

It's the closest to a Federation
this universe may see.

- What's your point?
- That a Klingon leads the alliance.

A Klingon.

They rally behind him.

If we can walk away from this

with the means to successfully negotiate
with the Klingon race...

that's real hope for finding peace
at home.

Please, sir.

I no longer have my pips,
but I'm still Starfleet.

Don't force me to slaughter
this coalition of hope.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not...

seeing things clearly.

All right, no landing party.

You insist that you
and Tyler beam down alone.

I can't risk
your true agenda being exposed.

Hurry back, please.

[man on PA] Navigation tech, report
to the shuttlebay for maintenance.

[Tilly] He called me "Captain."

I didn't think much of it at first.

Save that it had
a pretty sweet ring to it.

Then we came here to this universe,
where I am captain.

You hypothesized
that Mr. Stamets began receiving glimpses

of this alternate plane

- that preceded our physical arrival.
- Yes. Um...

This... scan represents the Tardigrade's
neural activity when he first came to us.

Do you see this?

Micro patterns in the frontopolar cortex.

Some sort of undetermined
and seemingly ancillary activity.

Neurons firing nowhere,
or so we thought at the time.

This is Stamets today. Micro patterns
are a symptom of mycelial travel,

but what we hadn't considered then
was that they could also be

a neuronal link.

A kind of internal transdimensional portal
to this universe.

Or any dimension accessible
via the network.

Now that segment of the brain is consuming
all of the organ's resources

to keep the portal open.

[Tilly] We need to restore function
to the entire brain. Like this.

And what organism can symbiotically
contribute to the health of its host?

Spores.

Stamets is inside the network.

In order to reclaim his neural function,
we need to put the network inside him.

Proceed, cadet.

Think about this.

You'll get yourself killed.

Better dead than one of them.

[man speaking indistinctly on PA]

Just follow my lead.

[phasers humming]

[Burnham] Energize.

The rebel encampment is...
500 meters from this point.

[Tyler] Why can't we see anything?

They don't want you to.

[Burnham grunting]

No, no, no. To them, we're the enemy.
If we fire, it confirms that.

- They have us pinned down.
- I have a plan. Hand me your phaser.

I seek an audience
with the one you call the Fire Wolf.

We come in peace.

Against the orders of our emperor,
we come to deliver a message. A warning.

With me.

Active camouflage.

This is how the Fire Wolf kept
the base secret for nearly two years.

You're the Fire Wolf.

We finally meet.

I am Voq.

Son of none.

My spies told me you were dead.

I must admit, we rejoiced at this news.

The old Michael Burnham is dead.

I'm the new Michael Burnham.

One who's betraying her kind.

Risking her life to save you.

The new Michael Burnham.
Are you the Butcher of the Binary Stars?

- There are two sides to every battle.
- [Voq] With one order,

you executed thousands of my kind,
establishing yourself

as the figurehead of Terran cruelty.
Do you deny it?

I cannot.

- It is not who I wanna be. Not anymore.
- I'm happy to relieve you...

I understand your urge to fight.

The only way that you can see me,
determine my true intentions.

But I do swear to you,

every moment that we square off
wastes precious time.

The emperor has discovered your location.

I had orders to enter Harlak's orbit
and destroy your base.

[Voq] Try it.
The resistance will fight to the death.

We can help each other.

I want something.
In return, I'll save your followers

and ensure the longevity
of your resistance.

Your emperor would never sanction
such an act of mercy.

[Burnham]
No. But my emperor will be satisfied

when I strafe Harlak
with photon torpedoes...

following the safe evacuation
of your people.

I cannot place their lives in human hands.
Not without absolute certainty.

Bring out the Prophet.

Master Sarek sees all.

His wisdom pierces minds.

If you truly come in peace,
he will find it in your heart.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

[Amanda] You've proven that you're
as accomplished as any Vulcan.

As long as you never forget...

that you're human, too.

[man] To the charge of mutiny,

- how do you plead?
- Guilty.

- How can it be?
- [Voq] Sarek.

- What do you see?
- I see a world...

bursting with potential,

a child molded by wisdom,

and a seemingly impossible depth

of human compassion.

She means us no harm.

If the Prophet deems your motives
to be pure,

then even I am not headstrong enough
to argue.

Prepare to evacuate.
Leave no trace for prying Terran eyes.

Wait. I told you,
I wanted something in return.

You have earned that.

You lead this group
of vastly different species.

A Klingon,

whose pride of honor is fused
with his identity as a warrior,

stands side by side with a Vulcan,

who cannot possibly comprehend his need
for aggressive emotional expression.

A willful Andorian looks to you,
not with hostility, but with allegiance.

I need to know how.

How have you come to compromise
and embrace each other?

The light of Kahless guides me
in all things.

[T'Kuvma in Klingon] Kahless.

Together under one creed.

[Burnham] But the light of Kahless
demands that you honor your race.

Yet here you are speaking
in a foreign language.

Placing your faith in the customs
of others.

I am here. I have survived only
on the shoulders of my comrades.

[in Klingon]
Our purity is a threat to them.

They wish to drag us
into the muck where humans,

Vulcans,

Tellarites,

and filthy Andorians mix.

[Voq] The humans seek Klingon extinction.

They have denied our rituals,
our language.

That is why I fight.

The Terrans won't stop
until all of their enemies are destroyed.

A Terran enemy is a Klingon friend.

[Burnham] You're united
by the common adversary,

but does that union not contradict

your drive to defend the Klingon honor
at all costs?

Klingons stand together, and strong.

Only with our own houses in order
can we invite others in.

[in Klingon] My house is bonded

by a single doctrine:

Remain Klingon.

[in Klingon] Remain Klingon or die!

Tyler, no!

Tyler, stop!

Who are you?
How do you speak our forgotten tongue?

[grunting]

No. No.

The darkness of a Terran soul
can suppress a Vulcan mind-meld?

No. My guard has attacked you
against my orders.

- You dishonor yourselves, even in death.
- [Sarek] Wait.

I told you, Burnham meant us no harm.

I stand by that assessment.

[Shukar] Impossible. Her man tried
to assassinate the Fire Wolf.

I do not claim to understand his motives,
but hers are pure.

She is an outsider.

Like us, she...

seeks escape from this world.

To reclaim hope.

Equality, peace.

It is only in sparing her life

that we, too, will see the fight
of another day.

Tell me what needs to be done.

Then be gone.

You have one hour to flee with your lives.
My ship waits in Harlak's orbit.

I do need to prove
that my mission here was successful.

[wheezes]

Shukar.

The location of each rebel station
is within this quadrant.

By the time your crew deciphers our code,
we'll render the intel inactionable.

[grunting]

Thank you...

for your wisdom.

I will thank you
only after we reach safety.

Burnham to Shenzhou. Two to transport.

Have it analyzed.

It contains data to bring the rebellion
to its knees.

Tell Tactical to prep those torpedoes.

I'll give the order to fire weapons
at my discretion.

My apologies, captain.

I'll be in quarters.

Tyler, you're with me.

Laser photon emissions are comprised of
exotic matter found in the mycelial plane.

When that matter integrates
with Stamets' own neural materials,

it should restore cognitive function.

A scientist saved by his own specimens.

The veins and muscles of the universe.

Fungi are the only organism

with the biological aptitude
to link death with life.

[computer beeping]

- His heart rate is accelerating.
- That is, uh, an expected side effect.

That big brain of his is doing
some heavy lifting.

Okay, there. The neural patterns in the
temporal lobe are returning to baseline.

It's...

It's working.

Remarkable.

Your comprehension...

of the astromycology

behind Mr. Stamets' findings is...

Well, I'm impressed.

Enough that you'll recommend me
for command training?

Enough that if we ever find our way
back to a universe

that has a command training program,

I will consider it.

[alarm beeping]

Heart rate is dropping again.
He can't sustain this.

We're nearly there. Come on, Stamets.

Redirecting the brain's resources has
affected the autonomic nervous system.

[Saru] This is your captain.

- We need assistance in Engineering.
- No, no, no.

I'm restarting his heart.

If we disengage him from the network now,
we will lose him altogether.

- [EKG flatlining]
- [Saru] We already have.

[man] Please stand back.

Please, Saru. Order them to stand down.

Computer, emergency reaction-cube access.

[computer] Access granted.

[woman] Clear.

[zapping noise]

Again.

And again.

[crying]

[Burnham] Tell me the truth.

Right now. What is happening to you?

- [in English] Michael, please.
- I have had your back.

I've saved your life.

I've loved you.

You didn't just jeopardize me,
you jeopardized our mission.

- Our entire crew back on Discovery.
- The captain warned us we'd do things

- out of our nature to survive.
- No! We were surviving.

It was under control.
And this erratic behavior,

it's not because of this new universe.

I saw it onboard the Klingon flagship.

- Please, stop.
- In the worker bee,

when you could barely complete
a simple mission.

You said I was your tether.

Ash, I need one, too.

What are you hiding from me?

[screaming]

I feel something for her. L'Rell.

A reverence.

An allegiance.

Maybe an affection.

And when she speaks, I'm forced to listen.
And her words...

tell me who I am.

[in Klingon] Whom do we seek?

[in Klingon] Kahless.

She brainwashed you.

- She wanted a spy aboard Discovery.
- [in English] No.

More than just mind games.

More than torture!

[screaming]

[Culber] There are masses of scar tissue
surrounding all of your organs.

They opened up your limbs.
As far as I'm concerned, you're not you.

[neck cracks]

[gasps]

[screaming]

- [Tyler] They reduced a Klingon body
- [yelling]

to human.

I don't...

I don't think I'm Ash Tyler.

Not really. Not anymore.

- You're not making sense.
- I feel him inside me.

- His thoughts. His pain. His rage.
- Who? Who? Who?

I tried to shut her out when L'Rell spoke
the call. I resisted by thinking of you.

The one I wanna be human for.

The one I love.

I tried, Michael.

But then I saw him.

Face to face.

Down on that planet.

I couldn't fight it anymore.

I remember now.

I remember it all.

[neck cracks]

We needed to infiltrate your ship.

Learn your secrets.

You would betray your captain
to protect your people.

I sacrificed my body and mind
to protect mine.

I have the human's face,
but inside I remain Klingon.

Klingon?

I remain Voq.

Son of none.

The torchbearer.

No.

You're Ash Tyler.

We'll get back to Discovery.

Sit with Dr. Culber. He's gonna...

Dr. Culber saw past this body,
into the heart and mind of a warrior.

Which is why I killed him.

What?

A necessary casualty.

I need to contact Saru.

[phaser humming]

I don't want to use this.

I will.

[yells]

You.

You killed my lord.

Your lord?

T'Kuvma was a beacon.

A messiah to unite us.

Deliver our race to dominance
over a submissive galaxy.

I bet the humans hail your bravery.

Did they praise you

after you martyred his name?

You've lost your mind.

[grunting]

You fought like a coward.

Scratched at my eyes.

But did not blind me to the truth.

I didn't testify to that.

It's you.

You were there...

on that bridge.

I remember.

I failed T'Kuvma that day.

[Burnham gasps]

I won't fail him again.

[in Klingon] I end you in T'Kuvma's name.

[grunting]

[gasps]

He made an attempt on her life.

[electricity crackling]

- Captain.
- I'm fine.

Understood. I'll alert
the transporter room.

His swift execution will send
a valuable message to the crew.

I know that you valued his service,

but Terran Law is binding.

Of course.

So ordered, Number One.

I'm so sorry.

I hope wherever you are...

he's with you.

[computer beeping]

[Stamets] Hello, Paul.
Ready to get to work?

I so hoped you would find your way.

[woman speaking indistinctly on PA]

[man speaking indistinctly on PA]

[Detmer] Officer Ash Tyler,
you are guilty of the attempted murder

of an Imperial Captain.

By order of the sovereign Terran Empire,
I hereby sentence you to death.

Your prisoner, captain.

You have anything to say?

[in Klingon]
Kahless, give me light to see forever.

[grunts]

Wait.

This one dies by my own hand.

Deliver Lorca to my ready room.

I'd like to soothe the blow
of Mr. Tyler's betrayal

with a private interrogation.

[gasping]

[phasers humming]

[in English] She should have let me die...

- with honor.
- No.

We are stranded

in a cruel, anarchic world,

but we are still Starfleet.

We still live and die by Federation Law.

No matter how heinous your crimes.

And if she had,

Burnham's mission
on Shenzhou would be incomplete.

The Terran Empire's classified data
on the U.S.S. Defiant.

Our key to finding a way home.

Lieutenant Ash Tyler,
as acting captain of the U.S.S. Discovery,

I hereby remand you to the brig
to await tribunal.

[clicking noise]

- We need to leave this place.
- Not yet.

In time.

But my mission was successful.

And what if Commander Saru
can't isolate the data?

What if the route Defiant took
is not available to us?

Where would we run to if we were exposed
before the entire Terran fleet?

Look, I know this is hard for you.

I know you'd...

come to care for...

Tyler.

- I can't survive this place alone.
- You're not alone, Michael.

We will survive this place.

Together.

[PA chimes]

[Detmer on PA] We're detecting
a power signature within orbit.

It seems
another vessel is targeting Harlak.

The rebels haven't completed
their evacuation.

- Grab Lorca.
- [man] Aye, captain.

[Burnham] Who is it?

Why can't we see them?

Hail the commanding officer.
Tell them to retreat.

Now!

[man] All decks, brace for impact.

Impulse drive is showing
intermittent shorts.

[Januzzi] Incoming transmission.
It's the emperor.

Captain Michael Burnham.

You've been away too long.

Though I can't say the same
for your prisoner.

I do not appreciate having to warp my way
across the quadrant

to clean up your untended mess.

When I give an order,

I do not expect to be ignored.

Don't you bow before your emperor?