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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

We're officially
out of the galactic barrier

and into extragalactic space.

Whatever happened here
with Oros, it drives you.

I built my own
transporter to get back to him.

Whatever we think we know

about Species Ten-C, we're wrong.

However we think first
contact will go, it won't.

The Ten-C are
hidden inside a hyperfield,

and right now I have
no idea how to get in,

what we'll find once we do,
or what they even look like.

If I know Michael, she'll find a way

into the hyperfield before we do.

I can create a patch.

It'll numb the sensors

on a section of Discovery's hull,

just big enough to attach your ship

without Zora realizing it.

My ship will enter into the hyperfield

attached to Discovery.

Tarka will find the DMA's
power source and disable it.

That'll stop the DMA.
Earth will be safe.

How do I fit in to all of this?

Stay in contact. That's it.

So that's the hyperfield.

There is a planet

about two light-years away from it.

I really think we should check it out.

We sent DOTs down to
the planet's surface.

They recovered 16 unique compounds.

Nothing like coming home to an
unexpected hostage, am I right?

Commander Detmer, how close are we?

We're 250,000 kilometers out.

- Hold position at 200.
- Aye, Captain.

From Earth's sun out to Mars.

Yes, ma'am.

It has a radius of 1.5 AUs.

Gravitational presence is
approximately 1.3 solar units.

To build anything that big...

Lieutenant Christopher,

have they responded to our message?

Still nothing.

Keep hailing
on all frequencies.

Aye, Captain.

Should we raise shields?

No, we don't want to signal
threat or aggression.

Owosekun, do scans show
any sign of weapons?

Negative, Captain.

There's no sign of anything...

No change of any kind in the hyperfield.

It's like they don't
even know we're here.

Madam President,

I think it's time we let
our first contact team

implement the contingency plan.

The message we have been sending

has been vetted by all delegates.

We need to give it more time to work.

Logically speaking,

if Species Ten-C wanted to respond,

they would have done so already.

We've got 15 hours

before United Earth and
Ni'Var start to feel

the effects of the DMA.

We need to try something new.

We collected 16 complex
hydrocarbon compounds

from the Ten-C's former planet.

Each conveys a different
emotion... terror, love,

sadness, curiosity, peacefulness.

Which is the one
that concerns us now.

Our contingency plan entails
using that hydrocarbon

to try to start the
communication process.

Basically, "we come in
peace," in chemical form.

I'm told someone from Science
is prepping the operation?

That would be Commander Stamets.

He has replicated the hydrocarbon

and is presently loading
it into a fleet of DOTs,

which will apply it to
the hyperfield's surface.

Won't we need to move
closer to the hyperfield

in order to deploy them?

Yes, General, we will.

And at such close distance,

the hyperfield's radiation
may impact the warp core,

making it more difficult
to retreat if attacked.

Well, the power drain will be small,

but it is statistically significant.

Is taking on this level
of risk really prudent?

We won't get a different response

without a different input.

Besides which, given what we know

about the Ten-C's
technological capabilities,

there's no guarantee we could
evade any weapons they may have,

even at full warp.

Commander Stamets,

are you ready to proceed?

Just 11 more DOTs to go.

You can load that one up next.

Commander, do you have a moment?

Uh, yeah, if you can
talk while I'm working.

I'm worried. For several hours now,

something has felt off.

I've run multiple diagnostics,

but there seem to be no irregularities.

- Isn't that good news?
- It should be.

But I've learned to
trust in my feelings...

Sorry.

... and this one hasn't gone away.

Something's unaccounted for
in some part of my system.

And given the importance of our mission,

I need to be sure that
nothing will impact it.

Well, if anyone can help, it's Hugh.

When I'm done here, let's talk to him.

We'll figure it out, Zora.

I appreciate the support. Thank you.

I never knew being kidnapped
could be so boring.

You're not kidnapped.
You're temporarily detained.

Eh. Potato, po-tah-to.

I'm sorry about this, Commander.

We both are.

Just finished going
through the intel from Ndoye.

It's fascinating what
they found on the planet.

The Ten-C know what it's
like to lose a world,

and they created the DMA anyway.

I don't know what to do with that.

Do with it whatever you like.

What matters is what
Discovery does with it,

and if they can use
the data to get inside.

Preferably, before they
realizes we're here.

Hey, uh, blood sugar's
dropping back here.

I'd kill for some black licorice.

How long will it take to
stop the DMA once we're in?

Depends on the
location of the power source,

the defense mechanisms.

We have less than 15 hours.

Well, there's
only so much I can do

until we get in there.

Commander.

Licorice, made to order.

Much obliged.

We've reached 1,000
meters from the hyperfield.

Hydrocarbon compounds are loaded
and the DOTs are ready, Captain.

Okay, then...

let 'em rip.

Any changes? A response of any kind?

No, Captain.

Nothing yet, Captain.

Captain, the DOTs
are registering something.

What's happening? Owosekun?

I'm getting significant energy spikes

on this hyperfield surface.

Are you seeing this?

What the...?

Commander
Nilsson, pull them back.

I'm trying, Captain.

Whatever that is, it's too fast.

They're gone.

Well, it seems we've
gotten their attention.

Shields up. Red alert.

Another spike, and this one's massive.

Commander Detmer, get us out
of here, now. Maximum warp.

Aye, Captain.

- What's happening?
- I'm losing engines.

Weapons systems
are dropping off-line.

- Shields are failing.
- Commander Detmer?

I can't get us out, Captain.

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Status report.

The ship is enclosed in a
membrane of unknown substance.

It appears to be an orb of some kind.

Basic life support's
still fully functional.

Shields, engines and weapons
systems are all off-line.

They've enacted a selective
shutdown of some kind.

We need to get those
systems back up and running.

- Trying, Captain.
- Working on it.

Owosekun,
what else are scans telling us?

Well, it looks like we're
now inside the hyperfield.

No sign of the DOTs.

There's a solar system in here,
three gas giant planets.

Mass and chemical composition
are all identical.

The orb is taking us
to one of the planets.

We're like a bug in a jar.

Lieutenant Christopher,

tell Stamets to assemble a
team and figure out a way

to get us out of this thing.

Aye, Captain.

I'm alone now. We can speak.

We've got no weapons,
shields or propulsion.

Same with Discovery.

- What the hell happened?
- We sent a hydrocarbon message

to the Ten-C, the hyperfield
captured us in this orb.

That's all I know.

Any idea if Zora's picked
up on our presence yet?

Not that I've heard,
but I'll look into it.

- Have you found the DMA's power source?
- Just did.

Scans show it's on the far
edge of the hyperfield,

in a casement of silicon-ellanium alloy.

Once we breach that,
we can simply pull it out.

Was expecting something
a little more surgical.

Take a look at the
functional flows here.

It'll work.

The DMA'll stop immediately.

Okay.

- General, you'll keep us posted?
- Of course.

One more thing.

How's Michael?

Scared, same as the rest of us.

She just hides it better.

I have to go.

Hey. What are you doing?

Just making some adjustments
to the energy-transfer rate

so my transporter will work when
I hook it to the power source.

Why don't you find a way to
get us out of the orb first?

I'll work on systems,
get us back on line.

Come on.

Come on.

Shit.

Captain, the orb we're
in has stopped moving.

Looks like we're in the upper layers

of the planet's atmosphere.

Sensors show life signs all around us.

Hundreds of them.

They're also scanning us.

Every millimeter of the bridge.

Any progress restoring systems?

Engineering says that the orb is

somehow keeping them powered down.

Nothing they've tried has worked.

Have them try something else.

Captain, we need you

for a first contact discussion.

Commander Rhys, you have the conn.

Let me know if anything changes.

She says there's a
malfunction in her system somewhere,

but I checked the logs,
Zora ran diagnostics,

nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Well, sometimes getting to
the root cause of a feeling

is helped by focusing
on the feeling itself.

We'll talk.

I appreciate that.

Thank you.

Hugh. Are you all right?

Yeah, I just...

I keep thinking about what
I felt down on that planet.

Peace, calm, comfort.

It's been a long time
since I had that, and...

I'm not sure how to get
back there, you know?

Well, I need to get back
to Adira and the team.

But when this is all over,
we're taking a vacation.

Just the two of us.

Deal.

All right, let's get started.

How?

Well, we'll play the
Trill game while we talk.

Helped you before.

I'll set it up for us.

But why would the
Ten-C bring us in here,

scan us extensively, and
then not even engage with us?

I might speculate that they are

attempting to understand our
technology before proceeding.

Speculation is of little
use in this moment.

We require answers.

Could it be that they're using
a communication frequency

- we're unaware of?
- More likely they're waiting

for us to communicate
a sense of purpose.

Our message conveyed no intent,
merely a lack of threat.

We cannot hope to conduct

effective diplomacy as prisoners.

Communication is our
only option right now.

We don't even know how to
get them to speak to us.

I have an idea.

For centuries, it's been
Federation tradition

to present a gift during first contact

as a way of building trust.

Stamets collected a
few samples of boronite

from the site of the DMA implosion.

Gift-giving can be culturally complex.

The Ten-C may not
perceive it as we intend.

It's the only thing we
know for sure they want.

I'm not sure what other choice we have.

Hmm.

H-How could we possibly deliver it?

We could beam the particles
directly onto the orb membrane.

It sized itself to fit our ship.

It has to have sensor capabilities.

Let's give it a shot.

Engines, shields,
weapons, all still down.

Nothing's working.

The Ten-C must be blocking
those systems. Don't worry.

They'll come back once I
get us out of this orb.

You found a way?

When a nightsprey's done nesting,

there's only one way
to leave the jajtspat.

Hey.

Why exactly did you
team up with that guy?

He seems a couple of
cherries short of a sundae.

He lost someone and made
a vow to get back to him.

I respect that.

My mentor, Cleveland Booker, used to say

the measure of someone is in
how they honor their promises.

You share a name with someone?

That's not confusing at all.

He's not called Book anymore.

In the courier world,
trust is everything.

Trust that someone will do
the job you paid them for,

not rip you off or sell you out.

The name Cleveland Booker
earned trust for generations,

passed from one to another.

Mine was the fourth in the line.

When he retired,

he gave his name and his clients to me.

I became the fifth.

You think he'd approve of Tarka?

I think he'd understand him.

When my wife died, I needed a focus.

So I joined the Hiawatha.

After we crashed,

there was an ensign, horribly burned.

He begged me to let him go.

I told him it was my
duty to keep him alive.

I kept replicating skin grafts.

It took 11 days for him to die.

After he finally did,
that's when I saw that

his eyes were the same color as hers.

The exact same green.

That is why I couldn't let him go.

Not because of him, because of me.

You and Tarka have made
some dubious choices,

because you're both in pain,
and you can't see it.

I see you're trying to work on me.

Doesn't mean I'm wrong.

How much longer until we're free?

Soon.

The boronite has been sent.

No response yet, Captain.

You're feeling it out as you go,
adapting, making choices.

I respect that.

But a soldier has to accept
when they've hit a wall.

That's when the truly hard
choices need to be made.

I used to think there was no wall.

As captain, my experience
has taught me otherwise.

General, we haven't hit it yet.

Captain, scans show changes

to the orb membrane
near the shuttle bay.

Here we go.

Something is coming.

A life-form.

Seems they've decided to say hello.

It has visual receptors
and pheromone glands.

Not sure if these are auditory
receptors or electrical sensors.

Its brain structure is wildly unusual.

The universal translator
won't be helpful.

So we'll have to learn another
way to talk to each other.

Captain, the being is excreting

a mist of large organic
molecule clusters.

- Can you analyze them, Zora?
- Of course.

All of the supramolecules are identical.

Each is comprised of dozens
of the same hydrocarbons

you found on their home planet.

Which hydrocarbons, exactly?

Each molecule is 25% joy, 22% sadness,

17% peacefulness, 14% irritation,

12% surprise and ten percent fear.

That's six of the 16 emotions
we know they can feel.

It's nonsensical.

Perhaps it is attempting
to convey all six emotions

simultaneously.

Incredible. What could that mean?

That complex of a pattern has to
be for communication, somehow.

You may be right, Captain.

The light pattern was
identical both times.

If that's their language,
then the hydrocarbons

must convey emotional
inflection and context.

We need to mirror the
light pattern back to them.

How will that move us forward?

It'll show them we recognize this

as an effort to communicate.

From there, we'll need to find a way

to convey simple and then
more complex thoughts.

Sounds like the start of a
frighteningly long process.

Could be.

Hmm.

Zora, can you project the light
pattern back to the Ten-C?

Yes, Captain,
I just need a moment.

Something's happening near shuttle bay.

Hey, take a look.

Lights of some kind.

What are they?

Doesn't matter.

You found us a way out?

It's Ndoye.

- We have a problem.
- What is it? Is everyone okay?

Fine,

except that the universal
translators won't work,

communication needs
to start from scratch,

and we have only 12 hours
before the DMA reaches Earth.

Won't take nearly that
long to get us out of here,

but we will need help
pushing off Discovery.

What kind of help?

I need to ignite a plasma stream

so I can burn a hole in the Ten-C's orb.

From there, a simple reversed
tractor beam will repel us

back out of the hole,
no engines required.

Where do I come in?

You'll hack Discovery's systems
and vent the plasma

through the starboard nacelle.

You must be joking.

I assure you, I'm not.

Feeding information is one thing.

This is a betrayal.

Well, if diplomacy starts working,
we'll stand down,

but right now,
it sounds like we can't even say hello.

This will stop the DMA.

No one else has to die.

Please.

We can't do this without you.

Let me know when he's ready.

Sending the override codes now.

And, General...

thank you.

Once Zora projects the
pattern back to them,

hopefully the Ten-C
respond with a new message.

Mr. Saru, stand by for analysis.

- Ready, Zora?
- I am.

Sending the message now.

What happened? Why is it leaving?

Did Zora replicate the
light pattern exactly?

She did.

Uh, the Ten-C sent the same
pattern back to us once again.

Curious.

Maybe they want us to
answer back, not just mimic.

It is possible they do not
yet see us as sentient beings.

We have a spaceship. We warped here.

Clearly we're sentient.

Compared to them,
our technology's primitive.

They've achieved level two
on the Kardashev scale,

maybe beyond.

It's like comparing a human
to a monkey with a rock.

Zora, compare the pattern
to both Federation

and non-Federation linguistic databases.

Great minds think alike, Captain.
I was just doing so.

Unfortunately, there's
no known comparison.

I'm not seeing the
redundancy and patterning

I'd expect from language, either.

You're saying it's not a language?

It may be, but it's unlike
any I've ever encountered.

We lack the tools to understand it,

in which case, it may as well not be.

Well, there is a pattern here,
we just have to find it.

Well, solving the
hydrocarbon mystery required

a variety of perspectives.

Perhaps that would help us again?

Detmer, Nilsson, Christopher,

please report to shuttle bay, now.

Nice move.

- Your sine wave is stabilized.
- The game's helping.

I still can't identify the exact moment

I started feeling so distracted,

but I found an anomalous event

that occurred around the same time:

a replicator-system malfunction.

Commander Reno fixed it.

Oh, well, maybe she can shed some light.

Commander Reno, it's Dr. Culber.

Zora, where's Commander Reno?

My sensors show her in Engineering.

Oh. She's probably
helping Paul figure out

a way out of this orb. I'll talk to her.

One of my professors at
the Academy used to say

that if a problem stumps you,
examine your assumptions.

Now, we're assuming that
the hydrocarbons are

only about emotions, but...

what if it's also a
language of some kind?

How could the hydrocarbons contain

emotional and semantic content?

Maybe it's like music.

A piano piece evokes
emotion but also has

a structure of pitches,
note lengths, tempo.

Yes, what if the
hydrocarbons are the structure?

If each is a symbol, or a word,

then the molecules
themselves are the message.

Zora, will you display a holo

of one of the molecules we received?

Okay, if we're meant to read this,

how do we do it? Where do we start?

Which direction do we go?

It's like an encrypted message,
but we're missing a key.

Maybe the lights are a key.

A star map is a 2D rendering
to help us navigate 3D space.

Maybe the Ten-C's light pattern is a map

to help us read the hydrocarbons
in a specific order.

Zora, show
us the light pattern.

Can you turn this into a 3D model

using maximum brightness
levels as the Z-axis variable?

Of course, Captain.

If I move the light map
over the molecule...

Zora, try the lights again.

And there we go.

Now we can read the message
in the order they intended.

What it means to "read"
a message, however...

- Zora, start analyzing.
- Yes, Captain.

Thank you.

I'll see you all on the bridge.

Hey, Book the Fifth,

you've been replicating
my licorice refill

since the dawn of time.

It was literally ten seconds.

Be a gentleman.

Hand that to me like the lady that I am.

Your friend Tarka's gonna kill us all.

What are you talking about?

I saw his calculations.

If he pulls the power source
while the DMA's up and running,

the hyperfield will implode,

destroying everything and
everyone inside of it.

He said it'd be safe.

He lied.

And the subspace rift
it'll leave near Earth

will kill everyone almost
as fast as the DMA would.

You're just saying that
so I'll let you out.

Tell him to show you the math.

His equations won't make any sense,

but the look on his face will.

Like I said, pain makes people blind.

You need to make this right.

Uh, how are we doing, Zora?

Were you able to decode the molecule?

I believe so.

I assigned a letter to each of

the individual hydrocarbons,

and then placed them in the
order designated by the lights.

The resulting pattern seems to represent

a series of mathematical equations.

Of course.

You say that like it's obvious.

Take a look at this arrangement.

Three of hydrocarbon
A, one B, then one A.

Four A's, one B, three A's.

Here we have four A's, one B, two A's.

That's the pattern.

The first group of A's is
always larger than the next.

Indicating that the B
compound in the middle

means "greater than."

Now, there are other patterns as well.

Mr. Saru?

Uh, simply put,

they are trying to teach
us a bridge language,

- such as Lincos.
- Exactly.

Lincos?

A language based on math.

The 21st-century Earth
organization METI predicted

that it would be helpful in
extraplanetary communication.

The Ten-C must think
that their language is

too complicated for us to understand,

so they're using this simpler one.

They're reaching back.

From here, we can build
all sorts of communication.

If/then statements, complex logic.

We need to show them that we understand.

Can we send an equation of our own?

If Zora gives me access
to the ship's replicator,

I can build a molecule and
beam it directly onto the orb.

Then she'd just need to show them

the map of lights so they can read it.

I'd be happy to assist, Doctor.

Great. Get to work, both of you.

President T'Rina,
may I have a word?

Shouldn't we be using this time
to try and get out of the orb?

Everything all right?

It seemed we were getting along so well,

but at the meeting earlier, ah...

She was rather strident.

Ah. But there are more important things.

It's not surprising.

Logic above all.

Vulcans often overcompensate
in public to prove a point,

especially when close
relationships are involved.

Sarek used to do it all the time.

It drove me crazy.

Ah.

This context is most appreciated.

Happy to serve as a
translator whenever you need.

Message is ready.

How do we feel about
"four plus five equals nine"?

I love math.

Let's just hope it's
enough to bring them back.

You said no one would get hurt.

You've already given
up so much for this.

I didn't...

I didn't want to make it harder for you.

You lied!

What matters is we're stopping the DMA.

I won't do to the Ten-C
what they did to Kwejian.

And I sure as hell won't
put Discovery at risk.

You're talking like it's certain
the hyperfield will implode.

Maybe it won't.

Besides, total implosion will
take a good three minutes or so.

That's enough time for
us to warp to safety...

For Discovery to get away, too.

- Maybe even the Ten-C.
- What about Earth?

By my calculations,

the void will take a
month to reach the planet.

That's plenty of time for
their scientists to find

- some sort of solution.
- No, you should've told me.

This has to be a last resort.

- I'm telling Ndoye to stand down.
- No!

No.

In 40 minutes,
we're getting out of this orb.

We have ten hours before
the DMA starts to hit.

And who knows what'll
happen in that time?

Okay, we need to give

- first contact more time before...
- We have to do something

- while we can!
- ... we start something we can't stop!

Step away!

Stay away from the consoles.

I cannot do that, not
when I'm this close.

This is my ship.

Warning.

The Ten-C are back.

It seems the message was a success.

We're receiving new molecules.

Sending the hydrocarbon analysis
to your holoPADD, Dr. Hirai.

Applying the
light pattern to decode.

It's more mathematical equations.

- All of them equaling nine.
- Oh.

We have started to communicate.

Well done, all.

Captain, an object is approaching.

Mr. Saru?

I register no radiation or toxins.

Uh, the exterior is
coated in the hydrocarbon

for peacefulness.

The interior contains a
breathable atmosphere.

That's how they want to keep talking.

They want us to go inside.

More defense improvements. Well done.

Book, come on.

- Please, stop.
- You first.

I'm sorry. I have to take this badge.

I never wanted this, Book. Ever.

I've had two real friends in my life.

And you were one of them.

You have a funny way of showing it.

What you're doing is wrong.

30 minutes left.

Then we're out of this
orb and on our way.

We can't be sure it's
even safe to go inside.

If they wanted to hurt us,
they could've done it already.

And if diplomacy fails,

the consequences will be far greater

than any immediate risk to us.

I'll go.

Captain Burnham, Mr. Saru,
I'd like you to join me.

Your skill set as a xenoanthropologist

and a linguist will be invaluable.

Dr. Hirai,

I'd ask that you stay.

If... something happens,

you should resume diplomacy without us.

President T'Rina, General Ndoye,

your presence would be welcome,

as the delegates whose planets are

under the most direct threat.

I will advocate for my planet,
whatever is required.

I have faith you'll convey
the necessary message.

I'm of greater use here on the outside.

Very well.

Zora shouldn't come,
given all the unknowns.

Agreed.

I will assemble a
portable transporter unit

and some samples of the hydrocarbons.

Uh, perhaps Commander
Stamets can suggest

something to project a light map.

Actually, have him handle all of that.

I need to borrow you for a moment.

You're the only one I can say this to.

But I think it needs to be said.

The Ten-C...

they hold all the cards here.

I feel like everything is just...

slipping through my fingers.

I have also struggled when
I feel a lack of control.

Mm.

Yet it is something with
which we must make peace.

Strangely enough, Mr. Tarka
showed me a technique

that has proven helpful,
though unorthodox.

What is it?

Well, simply put... yelling.

I could demonstrate.

Okay.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

Don't be.

It's not even close
to the weirdest thing

that's happened today.

Hmm.

I think I needed that.

Mm-hmm.

Apparently, Grudge did not need that.

There is no one I would
rather go into this with.

It is an honor to be at your side,
today and always.

Aw...

Zora, are you positive Reno's in here?

My sensors say she's present.

We've been in here all day,
and I haven't seen her once.

I... Maybe Paul found her.

- He should be back soon.
- He is on his way back now, Ensign.

This is so strange.

- Is that her badge?
- Yeah, look.

I'm receiving full biometric data,

even though she's not wearing it.

Very odd.

I'll run an analysis subroutine
to locate the malfunction.

And we should page her, too.

She's got to be on the ship somewhere.

Commander Jett Reno,
please report to Engineering.

- Commander Reno.
- Madam President.

If it helps to hear this, I...

I do not believe we have cause to fear.

I wish I could say the same.

I must admit,
I am not certain how to step into danger

with one for whom I have
such personal fondness.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons

I avoid closeness with others.

Uh...

- Mr. Saru.
- Oh.

- From Commander Stamets.
- Ah, thank you.

All right.

Let's go.

Were we beamed onto the bridge?

Where is everyone?

I believe it is... a replica.

The Ten-C created an environment

where they thought we'd be comfortable.

We've lost contact with Discovery.

We're on our own.

Not entirely.

An isolytic weapon.

It's not armed.

They must've built it
from data they collected

on the one Tarka detonated in the DMA.

Is it intended as a threat?

Or a gift, in return for boronite?

Sensors show they have sent

a mist of molecules onto the viewscreen.

And there are the lights.

I will translate the message.

178 plus

this mathematical equation equals

a curiosity hydrocarbon.

Is the message about the weapon?

178 is the atomic number for isolynium.

I believe this equation
is an expression of volume

for a convex lens-like shape.

The DMA.

Isolytic weapon plus
DMA equals curiosity.

It's a question.

They put the weapon here
to help us understand.

They want to know why the
weapon was put in the DMA.

This implies they may be unaware

of the damage the DMA has caused.

Well, our response needs
to make them understand.

They need to make it stop.

Okay.

Let's figure out how
to say that with math.

Booker, it's Ndoye.

Your captain and a team
went to talk with the Ten-C

and now they're gone.

Scans can't find the
orb they entered into.

Can you see it at all?

Tell her to stand down.

- Give the talks a chance.
- Booker, do you copy?

They could be dead for all we know.

If the Ten-C wanted to kill any of us,
we'd already be dead.

Assuming they do come back,
we have no idea when that'll be.

It could be hours. Weeks? Years?

Tarka, don't!

It's done.

Just make sure you stop
the damn thing in time.

So, we agree on our response.

DMA plus us equals the
"terror" hydrocarbon.

As they felt when their
world was being destroyed.

The only question is how do
we convey the concept of "us"?

The number four, maybe.
There are four of us.

Or six, the atomic number of carbon.
We are carbon-based.

I-I fear that such numbers could hold

other significance for the Ten-C.

It is easy for misunderstanding to occur

between different cultures
when one lacks context.

But what President T'Rina said,

using our own biology...

The air. The air.

They've created an artificial atmosphere

based on the exact ratio of
gases we need to breathe.

78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen,

.93% argon and .04% carbon dioxide.

- They will recognize that as us.
- DMA plus us

equals terror.

I will code and send it.

Ah. We are receiving
a new message already.

They have sent us a greater-than symbol

and a sadness hydrocarbon.

"Great sadness."

That means they understand,

and it means they have empathy.

And if they have empathy for us,
diplomacy can work.

Now we just need to
figure out how to ask them

to turn off the DMA.

Reno's gone?

Zora's analysis proves

that someone tampered with her badge.

Yeah, but why would anyone do that?

If it didn't sound completely insane,

I would guess that somebody
took her off the ship

and covered it up.

I should've
known something was wrong.

I've been trying to find her all day

to help us get out of this orb.

It's not your fault.

I think I found something.

I've been analyzing every
discrete event in this sector

of the ship during the
time range in question.

Access Panel 4351 was
opened briefly at one point,

but the maintenance check
isn't scheduled until tomorrow.

Okay, well, this should not be here.

That's it. That's the
source of what I've been feeling.

And now... Oh, no.

What? What's wrong?

There's a cloaked
vessel attached to me.

It's Book's ship.

What's happening?

Plasma's venting from
one of the nacelles.

Here we go.

It's burning a hole in the orb.

- What about the emergency shutoff?
- Someone entered override codes.

Commander, Book's
ship is attached to our underbelly.

We know, we see them on scans.

No response to hails, Commander.

- What else can we do here?
- Nothing. They're gone.

I will be ready with the
DMA message in one moment.

Oh, that's... new.

They sent us back. Why?

Booker's ship was attached to ours.

They just escaped the orb.

What? They're here?

The Ten-C's defenses were breached.

That's why we're back.
How much time do we have?

Four hours left until the
Earth starts getting hit.

The impulse engines are back on line.

Weapons and warp drive are still down,

but it doesn't matter,
we're almost at the power source.

I just need to figure out
how to fly this damn thing.

You were right.

I should've listened to you.

I know it might feel like all is lost...

And, okay, maybe it is...

But I do have something that can help.

It's a communicator chip.

I stashed it when I
ran into psycho-pants

and I realized he was gonna stun me.

What's the licorice do?

The glycyrrhizic acid in licorice,
when it dissolves,

it conducts electricity.

I can use it to call Discovery,

but I haven't been able to make it past

your ship's security protocols.

You need my access codes.

We won't have long.

I'll talk fast.

Can we get out the same way they did?

We've got nothing to repel against,

and the hole they made has
already sealed itself up.

Captain, we just received

an urgent message from Booker's ship.

Play it.

Captain, it's Reno.

Tarka's got me and Book locked up,

and if he takes out the DMA

the way he wants to,

it'll destroy the hyperfield, the Ten-C,

probably Discovery, too.

It'll also leave a toxic waste dump

heading straight for Earth.

You have to stop us, whatever it takes.

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