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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

What is happening to you?

I don't think I'm Ash Tyler,
Starfleet Lieutenant.

Not really. Not anymore.

We modified Voq into a
shell that appears human.

We grafted his psyche into Tyler's.

I do not know where your Voq
ends and our Tyler begins,

but they are both in jeopardy.

Only my hands can tend to him.

Logic tells me she's not
the one that I betrayed.

She's a ghost.

I have no future now.

Find a way home. I
will buy you some time.

Get out of there, now.

What have you done to me?

If we blow the reactor core,

the resulting explosion
will be pure mycelial energy.

We can ride it long enough

for the energy to activate the drive,

and then you can navigate us home.

We overshot by nine months.

If the map is to be believed,

it appears the Klingons
have won the war.

Captain.

Emperor.

On your knees, slave.

This Kelpien is my captain.

Sir, I can explain.

Yesterday we dined on the
entrails of his brethren.

And today you seek his favor?

Transport our visitor to guest quarters

on deck three

and confine her there now.

You told me there were no Kelpiens

in the other universe. You lied.

I hoped to spare you the pain.

The presence of a Terran defector

on this ship is to be
regarded as classified.

Its utterance will carry
a penalty of treason.

- Do you understand?
- Aye, Captain.

Captain, your presence
is requested in sickbay.

With me.

I could offer excuses.

I was trying to destabilize
the Terran Empire.

I... I thought Starfleet could benefit

from learning about
an alternate universe.

The truth is that I just couldn't

watch her die again, Saru.

I wanted to offer her more.

I am sorry.

Saving Georgiou may indeed prove

to be a grave error in judgment.

But...

no one else could have done what you did

aboard that Terran flagship.

You are alive,

and we are home.

Any news from Command?

Federation ships have
appeared on long-range sensors,

but none answer my hail.

Doesn't feel much like home.

Discovery suffered damage
riding the mycelial shock wave

back into our universe.

We are running on auxiliary power

until repairs are complete.

Deck four.

Dr. Pollard has orders to alert me

when Lieutenant Tyler
regains consciousness.

An emergency surgical
procedure proved necessary.

An attempt to excise the Klingon

in Tyler's neurological identity.

How?

What happened to him
was completely outside

of the realm of sanctioned medicine.

Starfleet did not perform the procedure.

It was the Klingon... L'Rell.

His torturer?

And handler.

She oversaw Tyler's transformation.

None of us are sure what
state we might find him in.

I am hoping that a familiar face

could offer him encouragement to heal.

How he reacts to you
may offer us insight

into who he has become.

Captain, he's awake.

Is that an order, Captain?

I fail to understand.

Is that an order? To see him?

No.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

What are your findings, Doctor?

By all assessments, the patient
now presents as Ash Tyler.

Adrenocorticotropic
hormonal levels are normal.

Cellular mitochondria counts
are back within human range.

I find no remaining evidence
of Klingon aggression

or muscular stamina.

So, is he human or Klingon?

Neither. Both.

We can't be sure.

Not without understanding the science

behind the reassignment procedure.

And how do we do that?

I suppose we could start by asking him.

Tyler?

Mr. Saru.

- Thanks for the save.
- And Voq?

I can access his memories,

but there's a disconnect.

Like watching someone
else's life or something.

Do you remember what was done to you?

The Mo'Kai call it a choH' a'.

Species reassignment protocol.

Specifically designed to infiltrate

classified Starfleet intelligence.

Are there others?

Voq was the test case.

They flayed his skin.

Cracked his bones open.

Sawed his heart into pieces.

You think that'll be the worst of it.

Then they start shaving down
the tips of your fingers.

Voq was T'Kuvma's Torchbearer.

He submitted to the torture
willingly, at L'Rell's behest.

They were the only true believers left.

Voq and L'Rell believed
taking the ship would

bring followers back to T'Kuvma's house.

They were in love, you know.

I...

Will you cooperate with us?

Share everything you know?

Of course.

I...

I would do anything
to undo what I've done.

Is she alive?

Uh, Specialist Burnham has

returned safely aboard Discovery.

Thank God.

- Can I...
- Focus...

on your recovery.

You both survived a harrowing ordeal.

Saru, I tried to kill her.

I murdered...

...Dr. Culber.

I belong in the brig.

Voq is responsible for your crimes.

And I see no semblance of him before me.

Your privileges aboard
Discovery will be limited.

But I will not take your freedom.

Vessel is approaching, sir.

Federation signature.

Hail them at once.

Aye, Captain.

Captain, its shields are up.

It... Its phasers are
charged and targeting.

Shields up.

I'm picking up an incoming
transporter signature.

We're being boarded.

Identify yourselves!

Hands where I can see them!

I demand an explanation
for this intrusion!

We ask the questions.

Clear for transport.

Admiral...

Where's Captain Lorca?

- Sarek! Please!
- Stand down, Specialist.

Now. Computer...

initiate command-level override.

Authorization Admiral
Katrina Cornwell, pi beta six.

Override confirmed.

Start with him.

Ambassador, what are you doing?

What the times require.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Ah...

Mr. Saru is who

he appears to be.

The Discovery has been through

an inconceivable ordeal.

Then where the hell is
her commanding officer?

Captain Lorca... is dead.

♪

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Star Trek Discovery
S01E14 The War Without, The War Within 00:11:38,297
Bastard.

The Lorca I came up with was
measured, he was reasoned.

But I couldn't have imagined...

That Lorca was an impostor
from an alternate universe

was not the most obvious conclusion.

We were all deceived.

Discovery was destroyed

by Klingons nine months ago.

I saw the debris with my own eyes.

That wreckage belonged
to the Terran Discovery.

The two ships switched places
when we jumped across universes.

From what you've told us
about the Terran Empire,

no Starfleet officer could
survive that universe alone.

So my Gabriel is dead.

Lorca sidelined the most
vital asset in our fleet.

Now, with your return,
we have disseminated

your hard-earned,
cloak-breaking algorithm

to the front lines,

which will neutralize
the Klingons' ability

to render their ships invisible.

But our fear is it's too late.

The war here has waged on

for nine brutal months without it.

STARDATE 4789.6:

Klingon vessels launch

hypothermic charges at Kelfour VI,

burning off their atmosphere

and killing 11,000 civilians

instantly.

STARDATE 4851.5:

A cloaked raider tails the USS Saratoga

into spacedock at Starbase 22,

then ignites its antimatter supply

in a suicide mission.

Days later, similar assaults

are carried out on bases 19 and 12,

resulting in the loss of
one-third of our fleet.

Research outposts

at the border colonies of
Nivalla, Septra and Iridin

have also been destroyed.

The only children spared

are now orphans.

There's no pattern to these attacks.

There's no logical
progression to their targets.

There's not even consistency of method.

In the absence of a clear leader,

the Klingon houses
are divided once again.

At the start of this
war, we fought one enemy.

Now, we fight 24.

They quarrel among themselves,

hence the indiscriminate
nature of their aggression.

But their collective aim seems clear.

To compete for dominance

by seeing which house
can destroy the most

Federation assets.

We are fodder for their futile savagery.

Our deaths, their spoils.

Nearly 20%

of former Federation
space has been occupied.

Discovery will jump

to Starbase One immediately.

All evidence of your recent journey

will be classified and destroyed.

We cannot risk the knowledge
of this alternate universe

leaving the confines of Discovery.

I don't understand.

There would be too many possibilities.

Indeed. Our people have
suffered terrible losses.

What would you do if you
thought that your dead wife,

your lost child, your murdered parents,

all might be alive on the other side

and that a technology exists

for you to see them again?

This knowledge must be buried.

Command will want this locked down.

Of course, Admiral.

Starbase One is our
only remaining sanctuary.

Can you jump us there?

Well, it's, uh,

100 AUs from Earth

and over a light-year
from our current position.

We used up the last of our
supply of spores to get us home,

and I can't jump without them.

The journey at warp will be perilous.

Klingons swarm the quadrant.

I'm afraid we have no choice.

Saru, take the ship to
warp as soon as possible.

Admiral...

There's one more thing you need to know.

Emperor, the Federation has questions.

I need you to answer them.

What kind of guest would I be

if I refused such a simple request?

I'm told that, in your universe,

your word is law.

Here, we do things differently.

I can see that.

The resemblance is remarkable.

What do you know of your counterpart,

Captain Philippa Georgiou?

I know that she is dead

and I am not.

But I will leave you
to determine which of us

has proved stronger.

Specialist Burnham has assured us

that your arrival in this universe

is without motive,

but your presence here
remains complicated.

The solution, however, is not.

Send me home.

The Emperor narrowly
escaped a violent revolution.

She deserves political asylum.

I don't need your protection.

We have charted a
course for Starbase One.

You will be held there, humanely,

until Command can determine
a proper course of action.

So I am your prisoner.

Look, Your Highness, or
whatever you're called,

I'll tell it to you straight.

I'm not even sure we
know how to send you home,

and even if we did,

we have a war to fight.

I'm sorry.

Like I said, you're our guest.

Make yourself at home.

The resemblance is remarkable.

See that she's comfortable.

Attention, all cadets...

Stamets.

I'm sorry.

Words...

Words are not enough, and I know that.

But I am.

You killed a good man.

A man that I loved.

Do you remember that?

I do now.

And... does it gut you?

Does it sicken you?

Good.

Maybe you're still human after all.

That's him.

Excuse me.

You don't have to do this. I'm okay.

How could that possibly be true?

Just eat.

And talk, if you want to.

I'm here.

Welcome back.

Hi.

Admiral.

Starbase One within range.

Well done, all.

USS Discovery to Starbase One,

permission to initiate
docking procedures?

She'll be a sight for sore eyes.

Admiral,

I'm unable to establish contact.

Reset our channels.

I'll override the comms
restrictions manually.

Detmer, drop us out of warp.

Aye, Admiral.

Bring Starbase One on screen.

Aye, Admiral.

No.

Enhancing image.

That's a Klingon crest.

House D'Ghor.

They've seized a Federation starbase?

- Scan for life signs. Now!
- Complying.

Sensing 274 Klingon

- life signs aboard.
- Federation life.

Uh, negative, Admiral.

There's nothing.

There were 80,000 souls on that base.

A large contingent of our leadership

and at least three starships.

The Klingons are practically
in Earth's backyard.

Captain, we're being scanned.

Detmer, maximum warp.
Get us out of here.

Yes, sir.

I'll bring sensors to maximum.

Maintain constant scans

of Klingon contacts...

♪

Admiral, Discovery awaits your orders.

Maintain current course and speed.

We will make contact with Command.

What's left of them.

You live.

And you finally made it
aboard the USS Discovery,

though I suspect you've found
the accommodations lacking.

Even from a cage, Kahless hears my call.

I do not subscribe to your ideals.

And yet, I feel as though you
and I understand each other.

T'Kuvma taught that all
humans are without courage.

About this, he was wrong.

I want to be truthful with you.

Your side is winning.

When we met, you had
nothing but contempt

for the crumbling leadership
of the Klingon Empire.

T'Kuvma sought to strengthen
and unify the Great Houses.

If he has succeeded in only this,

it is cause for celebration.

Your Great Houses are
carving up Federation assets

among their factions.

A captured starbase bears
the insignia of House D'Ghor,

not of the Klingon Empire.

Is that the kind of unity
your messiah proclaimed?

They think nothing of
the collateral damage

caused by their brutal attacks.

They target civilians,
hospitals, food convoys.

They slaughter innocents
and inspire terror

across the quadrant. This is war,

not a child's game with rules.

We fight to preserve Klingon identity.

No one is looking to
destroy your culture.

Our laws are founded
in equality. Freedom.

T'Kuvma taught us that the
Federation cannot help itself.

It seeks universal
homogenization and assimilation.

T'Kuvma was an ignorant fool.

And your people are
moving closer and closer

to my home planet.

What are you looking for?

More territory?

Conditional surrender?

I mean, your people won't
even make demands. Why?

How does this war end?

It doesn't.

Klingons have tasted your blood.

Conquer us...

or we will never relent.

Thank you.

There's been a change of plans.

Another Klingon attack.

You'll have to stay on board

Discovery a little while longer.

It makes no difference.

One cell in this universe
is as good as another.

You heard your admiral.

We mean you no harm.

The admiral was just...

Tell me about the Vulcan.

There is a connection
between the two of you.

Why would you say that?

The way you look at him

is not unlike the way you look at me.

He's essentially my father.

He raised me.

So you were orphaned here as well?

Another echo of fate between our worlds.

Your rule extends through
every system in your galaxy.

You've conquered places

Starfleet hasn't even dared to explore.

I see now

that the time for peace has passed.

I need you to tell me,

how did you defeat the Klingon Empire?

I started this war,
and I need to finish it.

Why did you bring me here?

Truly.

I wanted to show you
a place of morality,

of hope.

Let me tell you,

daughter who is not my daughter.

In truth, you wished to save me
because you couldn't save her.

This regret that you
have for what you did,

it weakens you.

I feel it every day of my life.

The Klingons are like cancer
cells: constantly dividing.

To root them out,

you must destroy the
tumor at its source.

How much do you know about Qo'noS?

I suppose I don't have to tell you

it's the middle of the night.

I have a proposal.

I left Discovery

only to learn that a
Klingon attack is imminent.

They are gathering
forces to launch a strike

on this whole system.

The Klingons are taking the fight to us.

We need to take it to them, to Qo'noS.

Attack the Klingon homeworld?

Not a simple attack.

A simultaneous strike on their
planetary-defense batteries,

immediately followed by
the coordinated destruction

of all military targets planetwide.

A single offensive so destructive,

it will force the enemy to
retreat from Federation space

and head for home.

Our remaining fleet

is being called back to defend Earth.

Discovery should join them.

Each path of logic leads
to the same conclusion:

Starfleet tactics have failed us.

We must adapt if we're to
have any hope of survival.

Qo'noS is uncharted territory.

We have no idea where
their defense batteries are,

much less their weapon
production systems or shipyards.

The planet's dense
upper atmosphere prevents

long-range topographical
and energy analysis.

And no Starfleet officer has
set foot there in this century.

Your strategy's a good one, Katrina.

But it's not feasible without a map.

And by the time Discovery got
close enough to begin surveying,

they'd blow her out of the sky.

She's not gonna be in the sky.

Let's go over it again.

Qo'noS is composed of
a subterranean series

of now dormant volcanoes.

It is a planet of caves.

Some of them, according to
Specialist Burnham's intel,

are big enough to house a
Crossfield-class starship.

Rather than surveil
our targets from orbit,

we can map the terrain
from the inside out.

Thereby minimizing
our risk of detection.

Jumping a massive starship

inside a cave

of impenetrable rock does
seem, uh, challenging.

Travel aboard the mycelial
network is, in itself,

a sort of advanced

detection system of geophysical imaging.

I can easily identify
the voids in energy

that would represent a
chasm versus a solid mass.

And once we're in position

within the cave system,

we'll release our surveillance drone

to collect the necessary
tactical information.

Good.

Because I've assured
Starfleet we can do this.

And by "we," I mean you.

It's a good plan, Specialist.

- Well done.
- Thank you, Admiral.

One question: how do we get the spores

necessary to make the jump?

We'll have to grow them ourselves.

My understanding is that your crop

took years to cultivate.

Set a course for the Veda system.

And...

get ready for a show.

Prototaxites stellaviatori.

My original sample,

and the last-remaining
mycelium of this strain.

We are headed to an
uninhabited class-4 moon

in the Veda system.

And if this works, I
might even let you name it.

You're gonna terraform a moon?

Your own research on the success

of an organic mycelial
harvest was indeterminable.

I've studied your data myself...

Straal quashed it.

He wanted to keep the crop captive,

but if ever there was
a time to go wild...

Your child is lost.

Do not confuse

my ward with yours.

My daughter

was a singular example of brilliance

until one foolish
choice doomed her world.

Sound familiar?

If I understand correctly,

my ward saw through
the man who brought down

not just your child, but your empire.

Perhaps best not to make comparisons.

Why have you requested my presence?

You were summoned,
Vulcan, for one reason.

I want to help you end this war.

The information

you provided Michael has
already proved valuable.

I told her as much as she could handle.

Our daughters are not
so unlike after all.

In my world,

Qo'noS is little more than
a blackened mass of dust.

The Klingons fight for
scraps and fear certain death.

But it took a great deal more

than a mapping drone
in a cave to get there.

You assured Michael that your
plan would prove effective.

And it will, momentarily.

But they will regroup.

Their longing to destroy
the symbol that is Earth

runs far too deep.

What if I could show you how
to bring them to their knees

once and for all?

The Federation does not subscribe

to what I imagine are
Terran methods of combat.

You face annihilation.

Is it not logical

to do anything you can to
save the lives of your kind?

Give me what I want,

and I can assure victory
for the Federation.

What are your terms?

Freedom.

I must return to Vulcan.

There are evolving details to the plan

that must be considered.

What evolving details?

I sense you are uneasy.

During my mind-meld with Saru,

I learned of your
attachment to the Klingon spy

and what he did to you.

Such events are clearly troubling.

I'm fine, Sarek.

I remain unconvinced.

There is irony here, of course.

The man you fell in
love with was a Klingon.

He...

I don't know what he was.

There is also grace.

For what greater source of peace exists

than our ability to love our enemy?

I've made foolish choices.

Emotional choices.

Well, you are human.

As is your mother.

There is no telling
what any one of us may do

where the heart is concerned.

We are at war.

Logic dictates that each
farewell may be our last.

Do not regret loving someone, Michael.

Admiral Cornwell
requested a status report.

This is the last of the
mycelial transport vessels.

We will be able to launch
by the time we reach Veda.

I just said good-bye to my
father, and it felt different.

Final.

It won't be, right?

Did you ever think, when
you signed up for Starfleet,

that you'd be forced
to see war and death?

Death found me when I was a child.

So, yeah.

I knew what I was getting into.

I don't think I did.

Not really.

Does that make me naive?

It makes you optimistic.

When we were in the Terran universe,

I was reminded how
much a person is shaped

by their environment.

And I think the only way that
w... we can stop ourselves

from becoming them

is to understand the darkness
within us, and fight it.

Tyler needs you.

I'm told he's doing well.

That's not possible, not
when you've lost the person

- you care about the most.
- He killed

a Starfleet officer.

And he...

he tried to kill me.

And those crimes are reprehensible,

but Tyler is not the
person who did that,

at least he's... he's not anymore.

He is something other, someone new.

And what we do now, the
way that we treat him,

that is who he will become.

I know you still care about him.

I do.

That does not mean I should.

Michael, he's been
stripped of his badge.

He'll never fly for Starfleet again.

He'll be lucky if he doesn't
end up in a lab or a cell.

What kind of future can he have?

Say what you have to say,
even if it's good-bye.

Lieutenant Stamets, your stop.

Locked and loaded, Admiral.

Detmer, put her into
geostationary orbit.

Locking in

approximately 800 kilometers
above the moon's surface.

Copy that.

Initiating mycelial ejection protocol.

Engaging agri-transport boosters.

♪

Status, Lieutenant Stamets.

Sensors from the terraforming field

show root structures
forming in zones 922

and 5041.

Ready the EM darts.

Darts calibrated.

Fire.

Come on, kiddos.

Come on.

♪

Spore generation at four percent.

Eight percent.

Twelve percent.

Fifteen percent.

Nineteen percent.

Twenty-two percent.

Twenty-seven percent.

I would congratulate you, Lieutenant,

but I'm afraid the work has just begun.

Forty-seven percent.

Fifty-two percent.

I don't know where to start.

I do.

I'm sorry.

I know there's no way
I can prove this to you,

but Voq, he's gone.

I believe you.

Was there ever really an Ash Tyler?

And did he love me?

Because I loved him.

You lied to me.

You said that if it got to be too much,

that if you couldn't handle it,

you would come to me.

And it did.

And you didn't.

And that wasn't Voq, that was you.

Tyler.

Who the hell is Tyler?

You think I know anymore?

You think I have any idea
who I am now, where I belong?

This isn't about a lie.

This is about you looking
for an excuse to end it.

"Excuse"?

My crewmates have been
kinder than they need to be.

Why are you, the person
who knows me best,

so quick to turn your back?

- Stop.
- I want you to admit it.

Admit that you can't do this anymore

because you finally
went there with someone

and things got complicated.

Because your parents
were killed by Klingons

and you fell in love with one.

Maybe you're right.

I know in my head

that you couldn't be
responsible for Voq's actions...

...but I felt your hands

around my neck.

And I looked into your eyes

and I saw how much
you wanted to kill me.

The man that I love wanted me dead.

And no matter how hard I try,

when I look at you now,

I see Voq's eyes.

I see him.

Your crew may have put it
behind them, but I can't.

I shouldn't be here.

I should be an activated Klingon spy,

behind bars... or dead.

Michael, the reason it didn't take,

the reason L'Rell couldn't get
through to me, that was you.

Did Ash Tyler love you?

Hell yes, he did.

And I can't find my
way back without you.

We created something beautiful today

in a desolate wasteland

that had never seen life.

After the Battle of the Binary Stars...

I was so lost.

I had to sit with myself.

I had to work through it.

I had to crawl my way back.

I'm still not there, but...

I'm trying.

That kind of work...

reclaiming life...

it's punishing...

and it's relentless.

And it's solitary.

No, I...

Ash.

It's not easy...

letting you go.

The mycelial bloom was successful.

A spore harvest is underway.

Then the jump to
Qo'noS will be possible?

Yes. Imminently.

The Federation Council has been briefed

on our newly acquired
intelligence from the Terran.

Despite the extraordinary risk,

all are agreed that we have
no choice but to proceed.

Our very existence hangs in the balance.

Then it's time.

Open a shipwide channel.

We have all mourned

the enormous loss of
life due to this war.

The acts of violence committed
against us are the acts of a foe

without reason, without honor.

And they will not stop
coming after us in the hopes

of destroying everything
that we hold dear.

These are desperate times

and they call on us to do more
than merely protect our people,

defend our borders.

I stand before you with a mission.

At 2100 hours, the USS Discovery

will jump for the Klingon homeworld

in order to map its surface

and isolate vulnerabilities

and military targets.

This brave team

will be the first to visit

this inhospitable planet

since Captain Archer and the crew

of the Enterprise NX-01,

nearly 100 years ago.

So allow me to introduce you

to the person who will
chart your course to Qo'noS.

Captain Philippa Georgiou.

Thank you.

Though long presumed dead,

Captain Georgiou

was recently rescued

in a highly classified raid

of a Klingon prison vessel.

She was transported aboard Discovery

with my personal retinue.

The mission to Qo'noS
is a perilous expedition.

And Starfleet is confident

that Captain Georgiou

is uniquely qualified to get you there

and to do what needs to be done.

Specialist Burnham,

I trust that this will
be an auspicious reunion,

despite our history.

Now take your station.

Yes... Captain.

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