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-[alarm wailing] -This is mutiny.

-Move, Saru. -We're locked on.

-Fire. -[Georgiou] Belay that order.

Captain, please, I'm trying to save you.

I'm trying to save all of you.

[phaser powering up]

[Georgiou] Stand down.

-[console beeps] -Captain, incoming.

-Warp signatures detected. -[alarm wailing]

Ambassador Sarek. It's good to see you again.

Thank you for receiving us.

7 YEARS EARLIER

[Georgiou] The pleasure is ours.

As discussed, this is my ward. Michael Burnham.

Hello, Michael. Welcome to the U.S.S. 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.

[softly] Behave.

[man] Energizing.

On Vulcan, lateral vector transporter technology

has been discarded due to the massive amount of power it requires.

Starfleet has phased out the design as well.

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

[man over PA] Attention, all personnel. Stand by to break orbit...

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.

[Georgiou chuckles]

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

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?

[chattering]

[officer] Captain on the bridge.

Not too shabby, huh?

[man over comm] There's a minor but detectable

loss of efficiency in the phase conduction coils.

It appears to be functional.

[Georgiou] 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.

[alarm wailing]

[Georgiou] How many Klingon vessels have entered the system?

-Tracking. -[console beeps]

Twenty-four, 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've violated the chain of command.

You are relieved of duty.

Security, remand her to the brig.

[man] Yes, Captain.

[powers down phaser]

[theme music playing]

[male voice in Klingon] Where is T'Kuvma?

I heed the sacred call of the Beacon of Kahless,

and the one who sent it ignores my presence?

Your leader delays me from my voyage. Why?

What threat to the Empire spreads across the stars?

Bring your leader at once.

Do not waste any more of my time.

[T'Kuvma] "My presence."

"My voyage."

"My time."

No one speaks of "my duty" or "my honor."

Show respect, T'Kuvma.

You are nothing.

You have not earned a seat on this council.

And yet I am the one who leads the way to our Empire's resurrection.

As a child,

my destiny was illuminated by the light of Kahless.

This ship belonged to my father.

Upon his death, it lay abandoned until...

I discovered it...

and vowed to restore honor to my house.

[children speaking Klingon]

This is not your playground.

You will show my house respect!

[kids shout in Klingon]

[shouting and grunting]

[T'Kuvma] But there is no honor without unity.

There is no home for any of us, unless it is shared by all.

You speak of unity, yet you disgrace this ship

with outcasts and vermin.

Look around!

This holy vessel soars once again because of My Lord.

He has even devised a way to hide it behind a cloak of invisibility.

My house is open to all.

Including those discarded by you, Kol.

But my house is bonded by a single doctrine:

Remain Klingon.

We are done listening to this fool.

The House of D'Ghor will hear more.

As will House Mokai.

[Kol] One day soon,

I will put you back in your place, T'Kuvma.

How do you propose to unite us?

We have become complacent in the time

since we last battled the Federation at Donatu V.

Our purity is a threat to them.

They wish to drag us into the muck,

where humans, Vulcans, Tellarites,

and filthy Andorians mix.

Their ship is but a fleck.

What threat does one ship pose?

Great leaders, everything I say will come to pass.

Look to the stars.

Our destiny has arrived!

[Connor] Starships Clarke, Shran, T'Plana Hath, Kerala,

Sue, Rye, 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. -[Januzzi] Aye, Captain.

Unidentified Klingon vessel.

This is Captain Philippa Georgiou of the U.S.S. 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 re-engage

-with the Klingon Empire... -[growls]

...and prove to you

that now, as always...

Here it comes. Their lie.

...we come in peace.

No!

They do not!

They come to destroy our individuality.

Shall we rise up together...

and give them the fight they deserve?

[all] Remain Klingon!

Fire!

-Battle stations. -Boosting power to forward shields.

[yelling]

Ops, damage report.

[shouting]

-Ensign Connor. -Transferring ops to this station.

Direct hit, hull breaches, decks 13 through 15.

Emergency force fields in place, bulkheads holding.

-Secondary tactical offline. -Shields?

At maximum, and holding for now.

Helm, evasive maneuver seven-alpha.

-Connor, can you make it to sickbay? -Yes, Captain.

The U.S.S. T'Plana Hath is under heavy attack from three Klingon vessels.

-Detmer, make your heading 219 mark six. -Aye, Captain.

-Mr. Gant? -Phasers armed and ready.

-Locking on target. -Fire.

[rumbling]

Computer, how badly have we been hit?

[rumbling]

[computer] You have been confined to the brig. Query denied.

Who's there?

[Connor] Where are the medical officers?

Connor. What happened?

The bridge was hit.

Who else was hurt? Is the captain all right?

She told me to go to sickbay.

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... need help.

[Connor yells]

-[distant shouts] -[alarm wailing]

[overlapping shouts and screams]

[Sarek] Michael.

Michael.

Michael?

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Come back to me.

[grunting]

[gasps]

[computer] 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.

[whispers] The brig.

[computer] Shield at 15 percent.

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,

a 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 result 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're 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.

[impact rumblings]

Incoming warship on attack vector. They've locked onto us.

Divert all power from nonessential systems to aft shields.

[grunts]

[man] Reroute power as necessary.

Transporters need to be standing by for emergency order of evacuation.

-Ops. -Yes, Captain.

Emergency force field is holding.

Shields and impulse engines are offline. We are completely disabled.

They're still coming. Right behind us, weapons hot.

The Klingon warship peeled off.

-Why didn't they finish us? -Don't need to.

Captain.

We're being sucked into the binary star's debris ring.

The gravitational field is pulling us in.

-[Georgiou] Fire reverse thrusters. -They're not responding, Captain.

[Saru] Shields are still offline.

[man] We are bracing for impact.

All hands.

This is the captain. Prepare to evacuate.

[sighs]

[Saru] Incoming transmission from the Europa.

[Georgiou] 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 ceasefire

so that we might resolve this conflict with no further bloodshed.

[in Klingon] Do you wish to respond, my lord?

Begin transmission.

[in English] 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 ceasefire is accepted.

Good.

Because if we're fighting, we're not talking.

Prepare to receive my envoy.

We'll get ready for your arrival.

[in Klingon] Lest anyone doubt

that I can render my own vessels

invisible.

Let's end this, so we can get--

[distorted] What was that?

-The Europa has disengaged. -What's going on?

I can't explain it. There's an unknown energy source

-disrupting our scanners. -Get me visuals.

[Saru] Captain.

I'm detecting a voluntary antimatter containment breach on the Europa.

-They're going to self-destruct. -Shields up to 47 percent.

[shaky exhale]

[T'Kuvma in Klingon] We have suffered losses...

but the Federation has suffered far more.

Leaders, return to Qo'noS.

Declare far and wide

that the Klingon race

fights as a united Empire

once again.

Open your hearts to the one who delivered this great day.

Follow the light.

Follow T'Kuvma.

T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!

[all] T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!

T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!

Captain, Klingon vessels are warping out of the system.

All but one.

-[console beeping] -The Klingon flagship is hailing.

They're broadcasting on all open subspace bands.

[in English] 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.

[computer] Denied. Ethical protocols state prisoner evacuation

to occur in life-saving circumstances only.

This is a life-saving circumstance. I'm going to die 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.

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

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 percent.

-I'll take it. -Depressurization commencing now.

"All warfare is based on deception.

When you're 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.

[in Klingon] The Federation ships are hiding, or scattered in pieces.

They pose no threat.

Then the fight is won.

Yes.

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 could deliver a kill shot directly into their hull.

Devious, Saru.

I approve.

[T'Kuvma] And our dead?

They float...

untethered on the battlefield, soon to be lost.

[T'Kuvma] Task everyone with retrieving them.

I will prepare each of the slain for entombment...

with my own hands.

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

It's 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.

[Burnham] 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 someday 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 wanna 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.

[tractor beams whirring]

[Burnham] They're gathering their dead.

-Forget the worker bee. -[Saru] Captain?

Spool up the transporters and have Engineering meet us there

with a torpedo warhead.

I know how we take him.

[T'Kuvma in Klingon] A warrior who dies in his sleep...

is no more...

than flesh and bone.

[Saru] Tactical advises that they have coordinates

on a slain Klingon officer.

[T'Kuvma] A warrior who perishes

honorably in battle

-is blessed. -[powering on]

A hero's demise brings pride for a life...

given in defense of our race...

and comfort in the knowledge

that new life awaits in Sto-Vo-Kor.

Join your vaunted comrades,

brothers and sisters,

for you are not alone

and stand watch among the Black Fleet forever.

[man] Sensors confirm loss of environmental stability and attitude.

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.

[phasers powering up]

Energize.

[alarm wailing]

This is the aft section of the bridge. T'Kuvma must be close.

[Klingons groaning nearby]

[shouting and grunting]

-[T'Kuvma grunts] -[groans]

[screaming]

-[Burnham grunting] -[Voq growling]

[head cracking]

-[Voq gasps] -[grunts]

[T'Kuvma growling]

[T'Kuvma groans, growls]

-[gasps] -[phaser charging]

[yells]

[grunting]

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

Burnham? Burnham?

-Get us out of here now. -[Saru] I can't transport her

without a life sign.

[Burnham] I'm not leaving without her body.

-More Klingons are coming. -If she's deceased and you're in danger,

-I have no choice. -[Burnham] No!

[sobbing]

[no audio]

[Voq] Your life will be remembered forever by all Klingons.

Your death will be a cause

to unite us all.

[children's voices speaking in Klingon]

Do you hear that?

No, my lord.

The words we said as children,

in Kahless' honor.

Whom do we seek?

Kahless.

How do we find him?

Together.

Give us light to see.

Forever.

Will he hide from us always?

Never.

[man] 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?

[softly] Guilty.

[man] 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.

[man] It is our ruling that the defendant, Commander Michael Burnham,

be stripped of rank

and hereby sentenced to imprisonment for life.

[theme music playing]