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[narrator]
Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

I need a team around
to help carry the day.

-And that includes you.
-l accept.

-[grunting, then neck cracks]
-Getting out was a two-man job.

[Tyler yells]

[screaming]

[Lorca] My last chief of security
and I went through a lot.

I need someone I can trust,
that understands war.

-I think that's you.
-I'd be honored to serve on Discovery.

[Lorca] We are creating a new way to fly.

Discovery can be anywhere
and gone in an instant.

That's how you beat the Klingons.

Greetings
from the United Federation of Planets.

[in Klingon] I was hope to get
a high-ranking Vulcan.

But this is so much better...

This is Captain T'Shen Kovil
of the Federation Starship Gagarin.

We are under attack.

I repeat, under attack
by six Klingon vessels.

Any Starfleet ship in range, respond.

[Lorca] This is U.S.S. Discovery.
We've got your back.

Klingon vessels locking weapons on us.

-Evasive pattern beta nine.
-Acknowledged.

Rhys, can I trouble you
to fire at something?

Aye, sir.

-Rhys?
-I see them.

Owosekun, got anything? Owosekun.

Negative.
Power signatures off the charts.

Our sensors can't
isolate individual ships

when they have
those invisibility screens up.

We can't fire till they're visible.
Keep fingers on the trigger.

Get ready to move quickly. Understood?

[all] Aye, captain.

Hard to port. Rhys, lock on
the Bird-of-Prey targeting Gagarin.

-Shields holding at 70 percent.
-[Kovil] Thanks for the assist.

Doesn't look like a fair fight.

-Can you go to warp?
-Warp engines down.

Shields are almost gone.

Klingon destroyer just decloaked
right under Gagarin.

We picked up
two battle cruisers flanking us.

Concentrate fire on the destroyer.

-Shields holding, 32 percent.
-Two Birds-of-Prey approaching.

Get between the Klingons
and the Gagarin.

Aye, sir.

Direct hit. Shields below 10 percent.

Did we get both torpedoes?
Did we get them both?

[Rhys] I don't know. I can't--

[Lorca] The Gagarin is gone.

It's over. Black alert.
Get us out of here.

[computer] Black alert. Black alert.

-Bridge to Engineering, ready to jump.
-Lieutenant?

-I'm ready.
[Tilly] Aye, captain.

Spore drive ready.

Go.

There's a time to grieve.

This is not that time.

I want a full damage report immediately.

Airiam, you have the conn.

Aye, captain.

[Tilly] Feel all right, lieutenant?

Why are you down here, captain?

Sorry, what?

What?

Did you just call me "captain"?

-Absurd. Why would I do that?
-I don't know. I must--

Are you daydreaming on the job?

Are you so bored here,
your mind is wandering?

No, sir. Sorry. I didn't, uh, mean to--

Well, then don't.

[Lorca] Where were
the ships patrolling this sector?

Why were we the only Starfleet vessel
able to render aid?

The Hoover and the Muroc

were simultaneously ambushed
along with the Gagarin.

All were destroyed.

How many of the Klingon ships you engaged
were equipped with invisibility screens?

All.

All six.

Then our latest intelligence reports
are confirmed.

Kol of House Kor has managed
to revive the Klingon Ship of the Dead,

and is now sharing its stealth technology
with any house that will offer him fealty.

Eventually every ship
in the Klingon armada

will be able to attack us out of nowhere.

That makes your mission at Pahvo
Starfleet's highest priority.

-What is your team's status?
-Transported to the surface,

18 hours ago,
and have maintained radio silence

to avoid detection by the Klingons.

[Terral] We lost 462 souls today, captain.

And that number
will increase exponentially

until we are able
to detect those invisible ships.

I'm certain I have made myself clear.

Abundantly.

[Burnham] Personal log,
Specialist Michael Burnham.

Stardate 1308.9.

We landed on Pahvo 18 hours ago.

It's a seemingly uninhabited planet,
but a unique and, for us, strategic one.

Every tree, rock and blade of grass here
vibrates with its own specific tone.

Together,
these combine to form a kind of music.

The signature sound of the planet
heard everywhere on the surface.

The sound is even broadcast into space
by a towering crystal structure.

A sort of naturally occurring transmitter.

It is Starfleet's plan
to modify the electromagnetic frequency

of Pahvo's signal
and harness it as a form of sonar

to detect the presence
of cloaked Klingon vessels

decimating our fleet,
make them visible to our sensors,

and turn the tide of war in our favor.

The transmitter is
still 8.4 kilometers north-northeast.

You've set an accelerated pace
since we got here.

Unfortunately,
the transmitter's interference meant

we beamed down 30 kilometers away,
but look around,

-it could be worse.
-Yeah.

It's two days until pickup.
We're making great time.

Perhaps it's a great time for humans.

I could make it there in 15 minutes.

Didn't know you were a sprinter, Mr. Saru.

Kelpiens pursued by apex predators

exceed speeds of 80 kilometers per hour.

They also sense predators
from as much as ten kilometers.

And we particularly enjoy being discussed

in the third person while present.

-I'm sorry.
-But you are accurate.

I possess visual, auditory
and tactile receptors

more acute than yours.

Which is why I am being tortured

by this planet's constant noise,
and you are not.

[resonant droning]

[Tyler] Well, I can hear that.
What's going on?

[Saru] Keep this pointed at the ground.

Greetings.

We are explorers
from the Federation Starship Discovery.

-We come in peace.
-Thought this planet was uninhabited.

It's not registering as a life-form, sir.

According to this,
it's actually not distinguishable

from the rest of the forest.

-It wants us to accompany it.
-Transmitter's in the opposite direction.

[in Klingon] General Kol.

The scar is an improvement, L'Rell.

Earned in battle. I wear it with pride.

Congratulations. House after house
has vowed their allegiance to you.

Do not mistake me
for your fallen idol T'Kuvma.

He sought unity.

I seek only Klingon supremacy
under my rule.

The dissemination
of the cloaking technology

has earned you many loyalists.

I wish to count myself,
my house, among them.

Your loyalty isn't enough.

What else can you offer me?

My skills as an interrogator.

I hear you have a prisoner
who refuses to speak.

Bring me some information
that will add to my glory,

and I will consider your request.

[growls]

[droning continues]

[Tyler] What's it saying?

-Universal translator's got nothing.
-I don't think they mean harm.

-You can't know.
-If their intentions were nefarious,

I would be the first to sense a threat.
We need to establish communication.

I am Commander Saru.

As a first-contact specialist,

I'd like permission
to analyze the sound you are emitting

to determine if it is a form of language.

[resonant droning]

[grunts]

Are you all right?

It was not painful, just disorienting.

I believe I felt their intentions,
their desire to converse.

-This will take some time.
-We can't touch that transmitter now.

General Order One?

No. Order One restricts us
from revealing ourselves

to sentient beings
that aren't warp-capable.

We're well beyond that.

Now our duty is
to follow first-contact protocol.

We can't borrow or alter their property

without them understanding our objective
and agreeing to it.

[grunts]

[in English] Scream.

I said, scream.

No.

[both yelling]

[guard laughs]

Good. You were convincing.

The guard is gone.

Now we can talk.

[Tyler] Can Saru make
the Pahvans understand

-why we need their transmitter?
-[Burnham] He's got to.

Convincing them to let us complete
our mission is the only way.

-Then we defeat the Klingons.
-The war ends.

-Easy.
-Easy.

When all this fighting is over,
I've got big plans.

I own a place at Lake Shasta.

Take a little sailboat on the water.

Lake's full of trout this time of year.
Ever had fresh-roasted trout?

-I haven't.
-What?

It's actual heaven.

I'll camp on the beach.

Watch the stars fall.

Sounds perfect.

What?

Our futures look different.

You go back to your lake house...

and I go back to prison.

My sentence was life.

This is just temporary.

Maybe we leave that transmitter alone.

You can't go back to prison
if we're still at war.

-The needs of the many--
-Are worth fighting for.

Are worth dying for.

But so are the needs of the few.

Or the one.

Come here.

[PA chimes]

[man speaking indistinctly over PA]

Okay.

-What is going on with you?
-Excuse me?

First the tardigrade DNA booster
seemed like a good thing.

Now you're your old persnickety,
grumpy self.

So, what's the deal?

Nothing.

You're dismissed, cadet.

[woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

Okay, I'll admit that something
has been happening to me.

One minute, I know where I am,
who you are,

what I'm doing,
and then all of a sudden,

what I know... changes.

-It gets jumbled.
-Have you told Dr. Culber about this?

That would put Hugh
in an impossible position.

As a medical officer,

it would be his duty to report the effects
of my genetic manipulation.

I'd be sent to a Federation lab
to be poked and prodded.

On the other hand, if he doesn't tell

and Starfleet finds out,
his career would be ruined.

Either way, I hurt him.

Um... Okay.
We'll monitor these episodes.

Hopefully, they'll pass.

You don't seem reassured.
Usually I'm good at that.

That's kind of my thing.

What happens
to those who Starfleet captures?

In war?

They're imprisoned.

Interrogated, humanely.

Eventually,
they're returned to their people

as part of any final peace settlement.

So, you do not execute them.

The Federation has no death penalty.

I wish to defect.

There's nothing here for me now.

The p'taQ my people now follow
has no honor.

It is because of Kol I am alone.

I had like-minded brothers and sisters.

Even the one chosen by Lord T'Kuvma
to be his successor.

But he was... chased away.

Forever gone.

Everyone is gone.

My vessel is in a nearby hangar.

Kahless willing, we will use it
to both escape with our lives,

and you will guarantee me safe passage
onto your ship.

My ship?

Discovery.

I know its shuttle delivered you
to the trap on Cancri 4.

-Why should I trust you?
-Because we need each other, admiral.

And what other option do you have?

-[Burnham] How far did you get?
-We are still establishing a vocabulary.

-So, not very far.
-Are they native to this planet?

They are the planet.

Everywhere you go,
you can feel the symbiosis

between nature and the living spirit.

Amazing to think
that while we fight our war,

a place of peace
and harmony not only survives,

it thrives.

-Is the transmitter their creation?
-I can't be sure,

but they desperately want
to know others and to be known,

and have been trying to share who they are
with the rest of the universe since...

Since the beginning of their existence.

[groans]

You look exhausted.

It's the constant noise generated
by this planet.

It's better when I'm with
our Pahvan friend, but...

-still, it is ubiquitous.
-Can you relay the details

of our mission to it,
before Discovery collects us?

Well, I sincerely hope so.

For now I think it would be best
to call it a night.

[resonant droning]

[gasps]

Can you please make it stop?

Even for a moment?

We were biologically determined
for one purpose and one purpose alone.

I sense the coming of death.

I sense it coming now.

We have come to Pahvo for your help.

We have come to end this war.

I'm so afraid.

So afraid.

[exhales]

Oh, hello, commander.
Looks like someone got some sleep.

-[Tyler] You do seem better.
-lI am, thank you.

I apprised the captain
of our circumstances.

How? Discovery's not supposed to be

-in comm range right now.
-Oh. A simple modification.

I altered the frequency
of my communicator,

linking it to the planet's transmitter.

-It boosted the signal sufficiently.
-Our new friend was okay with that?

The Pahvans are incredibly hospitable.
They will grant us anything we want.

So, we have permission
to complete our mission as planned?

Some parameters

of the mission changed.
I require your communicators.

Thank you so very much.

What are you doing?

Oh, do not be alarmed.

These are no longer necessary.

The Pahvans have invited us
to remain here with them.

We can't do that.

In time, you'll experience this world
as I do.

You must remain open to it.

Even your limited sensory abilities
will improve eventually.

Saru, something has happened to you.

You are not thinking clearly.

Not at all.

The Pahvans have found a way
to exist in perfect balance

and absolute harmony with their world.

They have already achieved
everything we say we seek

through our exploratory
and diplomatic efforts.

The only answers we require...

for the advancement
of all species is here...

and it's ours for the taking.

I must go tell our hosts
we have accepted their offer.

They will be so happy.

One thing's for sure.
He lied about the captain.

-No way he cut us loose.
-Saru has been compromised.

-We can't abandon the mission.
-I'm not sure we have permission.

Wait for the Pahvans' permission?
There won't be any Pahvans

-if we don't proceed.
-The Federation has procedures.

No starship may interfere
with the normal development

-of any alien life or society.
-Saru said they would grant us anything.

Modifying the transmitter
is included in "anything."

-We can't trust anything he says--
-May be our only way of ending the war.

-What about Saru?
-This isn't up for debate.

Given Saru's condition,
I'm the senior officer now.

We can get to your ship undetected?

I know this vessel as if it were my home.
It was my home, once.

First I am ensuring the end of Kol's days.

He neglected T'Kuvma's message.

He desecrated this vessel
with his fetid presence.

Before we depart, I will set
the ship's warp core to overload.

-He really disappointed you.
-He disgusts me.

My only regret is that I will not be able

to see his pretty, painted face,
as he takes his final breath.

[in Klingon]
L'Rell, where are you taking the prisoner?

-You were not what I expected.
-Neither were you.

[grunting and shouting]

At least you won't die in a cage, admiral.

[yells]

[in Klingon]
She took my blade and tried to escape.

-I will dispose of the body.
-Mm-hm.

There will be no synthetic
protein rations tonight, lieutenant.

Where's Burnham?

We had a fight. She's walking it off.

I am sorry.

But soon you will know
what it means to exist without conflict.

I'm going to find Burnham.

-She must be starving.
-Commander.

Can I ask you something?

When we first came here,
the sounds of this place,

you said, were like a physical assault.
What changed?

I believe I was the problem.

I did not understand
what I was perceiving.

I was not yet... in harmony.

The Pahvans...

helped me.

Sounds like you were fighting something,
then you just stopped.

-Yes.
-I don't know how to do that.

What is it you are fighting?

Well, everybody wants
to defeat the Klingons.

I wanna hurt them.

They tortured you.

The feeling is understandable.

But all that is past now.

You don't just forget something like that.

What's the other option?

Allowing it to transform you
into something

worse than those who did this?

If it means I can make them suffer
like they made me suffer,

then yes.

Come here, lieutenant.

The Pahvans gave me something
you might find useful.

Understanding requires
a common frame of reference.

Try to feel the harmony,

the peace this world offers.

[sighs]

[gasps]

Your intentions are false.
You've been trying to distract me.

To delay me.

Where is Burnham?

-Where has she gone?
-[grunting]

[resonant droning]

Come on, come on, come on.

[computer beeping]

Yes.

[sighs]

[rustling]

[in Klingon] Grafk.

Torath.

Silrek.

I will end Kol.

I will avenge you all.

I swear it to you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Yeah. Michael Burnham to Discovery.

Discovery, do you read me?

[grunting]

Saru, please, stop.

[groaning]

[phaser powering up]

Saru, this isn't you.

[grunting]

Is this what harmony and balance look?

Where is the peace
you say you found here?

You have taken it from me.

You won't stop taking.

I would give anything...

for a second...

a millisecond of peace.

But until the war is over,
none of us can have it.

Saru, staying here,
it's not gonna fix anything.

We have the power to end this conflict.

Saru...

we need you.

You will not take this away from me, too.

[resonant droning]

[Tyler] Burnham. You okay?

I am sorry.

I was trying to protect you.

You have to make them all understand.

We were wrong to come here.

Our war is not your mistake to correct.

Please, listen.

Saru told you who we are.

And like you, we seek harmony.

But we face a threat
that doesn't share that same goal.

But with your help and our technology,

we can put an end to this conflict.

Isn't that why you exist?

To keep harmony and peace?

You have to help me finish
what I've begun.

If the Klingons discover you've helped us,
they will hurt you.

Please, don't do this.

[droning continues]

[Lorca] Discovery to landing party.
We have a lock on your coordinates.

-Prepare for transport.
-[Saru] No.

No, please.

No.

[whimpering]

[indistinct chatter]

-Keep it brief.
-Thank you.

Saru.

Please, look at me.

[sighs]

Are you all right?

I lied to you and Lieutenant Tyler.

I attacked you.

I could have killed you.

You weren't yourself.

But I was.

We are born afraid, we Kelpiens.

It's how we survive.

As such,

my whole life,

I have never known a moment without fear.

The freedom of it.

Not one moment.

Until Pahvo.

Before her escape,
the human confirmed that Discovery

possesses a powerful technology.

Were it replicated,
your conquest could reach far beyond

the limits of our empire.

I had hoped for more.
You were reckless.

-I was effective.
-She got away from you.

Not for long.

General Kol, if you don't see my value,

I will take my leave now.

[Kol] Stop!

L'Rell.

Mm-hm.

[snarls]

There will be more prisoners

before this war finds its end.

A skilled interrogator will be crucial.

As long as you vow allegiance

to House Kor.

My Lord, I would be honored to serve you.

Did you think
I would not see through your deceit?

Show her how House Kor treats liars.

[growling]

[officer] My Lord!

We have intercepted a massive signal.

From a planet called Pahvo.

A message?

An invitation.

[Kol] Set a course for Pahvo.

You said the adjustment
to the Pahvan transmitter was a success.

I thought it was, sir.

Pahvans repaired our signal inhibitor
after Saru destroyed it.

I watched it happen.

Mr. Bryce?

The signal strength has increased
by a factor of ten to the 12th power.

The music's gone.

All that's being transmitted now is
a massive electromagnetic wave.

I don't understand. The Pahvans--

Burnham integrated our technology
as ordered.

We should now detect
any invisible Klingon ships

-within range of the Pahvans' signal.
-Apparently not.

Transmitter is sending out a new signal,
limited to two subspace bands:

Ours... and the Klingons'.

What you did, Burnham,
was invite the enemy to join us here.

No.

The Pahvans did that.

Their entire existence is an effort
to bring harmony to discord.

They know about our conflict.
They're bringing us together.

-They think they're helping.
-[Rhys] Long-range sensors

detected an incoming Klingon vessel

-entering the system at high warp.
-Can you identify it?

It's the Ship of the Dead. Sarcophagus.

We're the Pahvans' only line of defense.

We have to protect them, sir.

We have to fight.

[resonant droning]