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Previously on
Star Trek: Discovery...

I want to be with you.

I do believe it would be
only logical,

given this development,
for us to...

codify our mutual commitment.

Are you asking me to marry you?

We've been calling them
the Progenitors.

They created life as we know it.

Life as in...

Every humanoid species
in the galaxy.

We have to get the Progenitors'
power and keep it safe.

And now we're on this quest

to find the thing
that created us.

I mean, it's all so big.

What do you know
about Breen leadership?

Succession, specifically.

Another Primarch
controlled our planet.

Tahal.
Put up a hell of a fight,

but I'm the only one
of my family that made it.

Our intelligence indicates
that one of the five Primarchs,

Tahal, intends to take
Ruhn's soldiers for herself

in order to strengthen her bid
for the throne of the Imperium.

We need some way
of stopping her fleet.

I would like to volunteer.

If the gesture is misunderstood,

it could be a suicide mission.

This isn't how our story ends.

The power we seek created life.

It can also renew life.

That is why we need to find it.

In the mindscape, I was told
that there would be

another obstacle
inside of the structure,

and I got information
on how to beat it.

- What information, exactly?
- A phrase.

"Build the shape of the one
between the many."

A portable pattern buffer.

Once we find the tech,

learning how to use it
could take time.

This will preserve
L'ak's body until then.

I will bring you back.

-Some kind of portal.

It has to be what leads
to the Progenitors' tech.

- I have to go in there.
- Wait.

You do not know what is inside.

If I can't bring L'ak back,
I might as well be dead.

-She's gonna go in.
-Moll,
you need to learn more.

Not yet. Moll! Wait!

Michael!

The Progenitors' tech
is in there.

We're getting them both back.

Failure... not an option.

Let's do this.

Wait.
You do not know what is inside.

...bring L'ak back...
if I can't bring L'ak back,

I might as well be dead.

Discovery, do you read?

Do you read?

If you can hear me, I made it
through the portal.

And I cannot explain
what I'm looking at right now.

Readings don't
make sense, either.

But I am picking up
an energy signature.

There's this bright light.

That has to be where
the Progenitors' technology is.

Okay.

I'm on my way to secure it now.

I haven't seen any of
the Breen that came in here.

Or Moll.

Computer, any life signs?

Huh.

Discovery, if you're listening,

there's a series of...

I don't know
what to call them, windows?

And they seem to be gateways
to other worlds.

Maybe they use this place
as a lab

to test lifeforms
in different environments.

Or maybe that's
how the Progenitors

seeded life
throughout the galaxy.

Let's try this way.

Burnham to Discovery,
can you hear me?

Wait, we can help each other!

Ah!

-Warning.

Hurricane windspeeds detected.

Stop it!

Stop!

Computer, how much more of this?

Computer, tell me when
the next gust is coming.

-Warning.

Hurricane windspeeds detected.

Oh, hello, gravity.

Come on.

-Don't move.

Someone nicked
your femoral vein.

Yeah, well,
I bashed his helmet in,

so fair trade, I guess.

I'm gonna toss you
my dermal regenerator.

Close that up or you'll
bleed out within the hour.

I assume you know
how to get through this place.

What makes you think that?

You did the entire clue trail.

Must've learned something.

Maybe.

But I won't do it
as your prisoner.

You're in no position
to negotiate.

Neither are you,

if you want a chance
to bring L'ak back.

Drop your weapon.

Or shoot me and spend
the rest of your life

trying to get out of here.

Your choice.

It's as good a deal
as you're gonna get.

Fine.

For now.

Let's go get what we came for.

Commander Jemison, can you get
a transport lock on the portal?

Negative, sir,
still too much interference.

It's the gravitational fields.

Tractor beam is the only way,

and for that
we have to be in range.

That'll take time.
A lot of debris to navigate.

Anybody have any good news?

The dreadnaught's damaged

from our trip through
the shuttle bay.

We still have some time
before they're back in the game.

I'm guessing not much.
Where's Tahal?

Her fleet will be here
in 60 minutes.

That's our clock.

We need to get to the portal
and be gone by then.

Commander, the dreadnaught's
sending out fighters,

at least 40 of them.

All auxiliary power to shields.
Asha, stay on the portal.

Our mission does not change.

They're coming in now,
weapons hot.

Discovery is running
out of time.

Tahal will reach them
in 60 minutes.

She cannot learn
of the Progenitors' power.

I believe my strategy
will convince her

to turn her fleet around.

A strategy based on disabling
your shuttle's photon torpedoes.

Diplomacy cannot succeed if
both parties threaten violence.

You'll be defenseless.

I cannot in good conscience
order my officer

to take you on this mission.

Doesn't have to be
an order, sir.

I volunteer.

The crew of Discovery is family
to us both, Admiral.

We must try,

and we have no other options.

The pathway drive is calibrated.
We're good to go.

The Federation
is counting on you, Ambassador.

On both of you.

No matter how far we walk,

we're no closer
to the end of the tunnel.

- How's that possible?
- It's not.

Nothing in nature
is truly infinite.

So, what happens after we find
the tech? You shoot me?

Not if you let me have it.

If there's a way
to bring L'ak back,

the Federation
will make it happen.

After we learn
how to safely use it.

I don't trust the Federation,

or the Breen for that matter.

But at least they have
a vested interest

in getting me what I want.

I've seen the future
that's ahead for all of us

if we don't protect that power.

Only so much you
or the Federation can control.

Maybe.

But there's no way I'm letting
the Breen anywhere near it.

We'll see about that.

It doesn't have to be this way.

- Your choice, not mine.

evasive action.

I can't lose them
without going to warp.

If you go to warp,
we lose Michael.

Torpedo impact incoming.

Shields down to 60%.

Asha, I'm registering a large
region of high-energy plasma

orbiting around
one of the black holes.

We're heading right for it.

- Meaning what?
-
If we create one spark too many,

the whole thing will blow.

Not a good idea to fly
through there.

You don't have to tell me twice.
Hang on.

Fighters are following us.

Damage report.

Moderate structural damage.

Minimal injuries. We can't take
much more of this, sir.

- This is like the avalanche
all over again.
- Sir?

Q'Mau. Mission changed,
Burnham saw it.

If we keep going,
we'll never make it.

The Breen will get her
and the tech.

Change of plans.

We take out the fighters first,
come back for the portal.

Give me a shuttle.

I'll get the portal,
you handle the Breen.

You wouldn't survive all
of five seconds out there.

With Discovery distracting them,
I can slip past.

Hey. Let me do this.

Linus, prepare a shuttle.

Aye, Commander.

Sir, our shuttles are not
designed to withstand

the level of radiation
that's out there.

He'll need help.

Engineering,
find a way for Booker

not to get irradiated to death.

Good luck.

Okay, so, uh, you attach this
to the deflector array

and it'll boost the shuttle's
built-in radiation protection.

But the thing is,
a-at a certain point,

you just won't survive.

Thanks for the tip.

I mean, it-it will increase
the absorption capacity

of shields against high-velocity

subatomic particles for at least
an hour, so there's that.

Hypospray coming in.

Book, you'll need
this to counteract

- any radiation sickness.
- All right.

And I'm coming with you.

What? No, come on,
it's too dangerous.

A pilot can always use
an extra pair of hands.

Hugh, what are you
talking about?

Paul, this isn't a debate.

Book is going to need me.

I don't know how
I know it, but I do.

There are black holes
out there, Hugh.

I have to do this.

Hey. Ever since Jinaal,
I've been trying

to figure out what it means,
this change inside of me,

or whatever it is.

I'm not sure if this will give
me the answers, but it might.

At the very least,
I can help him.

I know I can.

Okay.

I'm coming.

I'll be okay, I promise.

Okay, let's do this.

If we keep fighting like this,

we're both gonna end up dying
in here.

You got a better idea?

Stand down.

I'll get us out.

I know what it's like
to lose somebody

who means everything to you.

I do.

But thankfully

I got him back.

So I promise you

I will do everything in my power
to help you and L'ak.

But I need you to trust me.

And the Federation.

No.

Me.

I give you my word.

All right.

All right.

How do we get through?

Weapons first.

Right boot.

You've been trying to get to it.

And your pattern buffer.

If there were weapons in there,

I'd have used them already.

Then why do you have it?

L'ak.

You have L'ak in there.

I needed to know he'd be safe.

Okay.

Follow me.

Mr. Booker's shuttle
is on its way.

Good.

Commander Asha,
is Book in the clear?

The Breen fighters
are still on us. He's good.

All right, then.
Time to switch from defense

to offense.

Sir, I-I have
a kind of crazy idea.

No need to qualify it,
spit it out.

Uh, there's way too many
fighters for us

to pick them off one by one,

but I've been reviewing the data
from that plasma region.

I think there's a way for us
to use it against them.

Yes, it's genius.

If the fighters
were to follow us in,

we could ignite the plasma

and take them all out at once.

We'd have to get out of there
before we lit it up.

The timing would need
to be perfect.

It's us or them.

Set a course for the plasma.

Aye, Commander.

So, on every step of the trail,
finding the clue

required thinking like
the individual who hid it.

We have to do the same here
and think like the Progenitors.

They went extinct
four billion years ago.

But if you look around,

gravity and space
function differently in here.

It suggests that they may have
existed beyond the dimensions

that we do, so we have to look
beyond three dimensions...

and find what's beyond
what we can see.

The negative space here
at the edge of this light.

It's a shadow with nothing
to create it.

I thought it was an optical
illusion at first, but...

Holy shit.

Disengaging pathway drive.
Ready to intercept.

Coming into position now.

- They're arming weapons.

Primarch Tahal,
this is Ambassador Saru

of the United Federation
of Planets.

As you can see, our own weapons
are not armed.

We pose no threat.
I request an audience.

Sir?

She will respond.

Okay, then.

Here we go.

Ambassador Saru, are you insane?

Not to the best of my knowledge,

but I do require your attention.

And this was necessary

as you failed to respond
to President Rillak's

efforts at diplomacy.

The Federation
has no role to play

in a conflict between Primarchs.

That would be true,

were a Starfleet vessel
not presently engaged

with a Breen dreadnaught.

Your arrival risks
escalating that conflict

into war with the Federation,

which will not serve
your interests.

The most prudent choice
would be to return

your attention
to the Imperium throne.

I am curious, why would you
engage with dreadnaughts

that are so vastly superior?

For that matter, why would
a Starfleet ship

do the same in the vicinity
of black holes, no less?

Something there must be of great
interest to the Federation.

It might be of interest
to me as well.

You speak of maybes and mights.

I offer certainty.

If you reverse course,

the Federation
will formally establish

a trade route from your border

through the L'Tar Nebula.

Your sole access to this route

would bolster
your claim to the throne.

Your offer is of no interest.

You may depart.

This audience is over.

Sir, is that... is that it?

Not at all. She gave me
the information we need,

now I must determine
how we use it.

Where are we now?

Is the technology here?

We're standing on it.

The technology,
it's this entire place.

Strange place
for a pile of rocks.

It's a monument.

One of the scientists
was killed here.

Trying to use the power.

That center disc up there,
that's where we need to go.

It must sense our presence.

It's an interface.

Wait.

- They move.
- No, stop, stop, stop, stop.

When I found the last clue,
I was given a phrase:

"Build the shape of the one
between the many."

I think these triangles
are the many.

Nine. That's the number you need

to make a larger triangle.

The many building the one.

No, the message was "between
the many," not-not "with."

Could it be a translation error?

No.

The scientists...

they left messages
with every clue.

They had cultural context.

They were honoring difference
and self-reflection.

It was all about meaning.
Deeper meaning.

Looking beneath the surface.
I...

It's definitely not an error.

We need to get this
back to the Federation

before we try to use it.

- Book?
- Do you read?

- I can hear you! Book?
- I'm in a shuttle with Hugh,

almost at the portal.

We're coming to get you.

- Book?
- Do you read?

- I'm in a shuttle with Hugh.
- Book?

Damn it.

I'll try to amplify the signal.

Sorry.

But I can't wait any longer.

I don't know
how this thing works.

But I will figure it out.

And I will bring you back.

I promise.

The Breen are still in pursuit!

Entering the plasma region now.

Are all the fighters
behind us yet?

- Negative, Commander, not yet.

Discovery, we've almost
made it to the portal,

but something is happening
to it.

Incredible. It appears
to be using the black hole

as some kind of power source.

If one black hole loses mass,

it'll throw the entire area
into gravitational chaos.

Booker, you have
a gravity problem.

Try to secure the portal, we'll
be there as soon as we can.

-Understood.

Last of the fighters
entering the plasma behind us.

- Rhys, you're up.
- Launching photon torpedoes.

Did we get them?

We got 'em.

Every single one.

Tilly, get a team on repairs.

Asha, get us to the portal now.

Aye, Commander.

Wait.

Sir, the dreadnaught's
back in commission.

It's heading directly
for Book and the portal.

They're gonna beat us there.

Can we jump ahead of them?

Negative, there's still

too much debris
for us to land safely.

Asha, set a course
to intercept the dreadnaught.

Aye, Commander.

but we have
a dreadnaught problem.

They're headed your way.
We're going to intercept.

Grab on to the portal, we'll
get to you as soon as we can.

Whatever process just started,

it's pulling the portal
towards the black hole.

If we don't get to it before
it crosses the event horizon...

Gone for good, I know.

We're in range.
Engaging the tractor beam now.

Tractor beam lock failure.

The portal's repelling the beam.

I don't understand.

Tractor beam lock failure.

Synchronize to the portal's
subspace resonance frequency.

What?

5.1732.

There are tens
of thousands of frequencies.

How could you possibly
know that?

I know, I'm a doctor,
not a physicist, but...

this will work.

I can't explain it,
I just feel it.

Trust me, please.

Okay, Doc.

Synchronizing now.

Come on.

Whoo!

How the heck did you know that?

Well, we won't survive
much more of that.

Can you get us out of here?

Uh... um, it's taking
all the power we need

to keep the portal steady.

So, what, we just... hold on?

Michael's in there,
we can't let go.

We have 30 seconds to leave

or they'll destroy us.

Primarch Tahal, I came here
because I believed

you would have the courage

to take a step toward a future
with the Federation,

but you are just as cowardly as
our admirals believed you to be.

We will leave now
knowing that truth.

No, Ambassador,
you will not leave.

You have sealed your fate.

If you take my life
and continue this expedition,

you will never claim
the throne of the Imperium.

I may have arrived as
an emissary of the Federation,

but I am Kelpien
first and foremost.

My species are predators,

and I've studied you like prey.

Your bases in the L'Tar Nebula

were rumored
in Federation intelligence.

Now I know they exist, or you
would have welcomed our help

to secure a trade route.

Clever, yet I fail to see
why that should intrigue me.

Because, Primarch,
I have the ear

of numerous planets
in that region.

Even now, many are preparing to
attack your bases without mercy

unless I order them
to stand down.

They would lose
thousands of lives.

And you will be weakened,

allowing the other Primarchs
to strike.

That will cost you the throne.

The only way to avoid
such an outcome

is to turn your fleet around.

You are bluffing.

You do not have
this kind of power.

Don't I?

Look into my eyes
and tell me if you see

even the slightest
glimmer of doubt.

You are insane.

They're changing course.

Remind me to never play you
in Ferengi rummy.

Do you really think that's it?

She would like us
to believe as much.

Take us out of warp.

We should cloak
and watch carefully.

Discovery may yet need
our assistance.

Something happened.

Something the portal
started doing

is causing gravitational chaos.

We've taken some damage,

but we are not letting go.

Moll.

Moll!

Book, if you can hear me,
Moll is hurt.

Okay, I'm gonna get you out.

Gonna try to help all of you.

I just got to stop whatever
this portal is doing.

All right, okay.

"The shape of the one
between the many."

The scientists figured
this out on their own,

and all they knew
is what they saw.

Here, in this place.

Every clue has prepared us
for this.

One last test.

"The one between the many."

"The one between the many."

The shadow.

It's the negative space.

One between many.

In the negative space
between them.

You're one of the Progenitors.

I've been waiting for you.

How is this possible?

Aren't you...

Dead? Yes.

My species went extinct
billions of years ago.

But our minds--
yours and mine-- are here,

in this liminal space-time
adjacent to my own.

Why did you bring me here?

It is my duty
to share instructions

on how to operate
this technology.

It's going to take you
some time to learn.

- We should begin.
- Wait.

I'm sorry, uh...

We'll definitely
get to that, but...

whatever's happening,

whatever this place is doing
to my space-time,

can it be stopped?

Stopped?

Yes, Moll, the person
that I came here with,

she used the interface,

she activated something,
it's altering gravity

in my space-time.

My crew, my friends,
they're all in danger.

You engaged the safety protocol,

but your friend Moll did not.

But she'll likely survive.

They all have time.

Wait, I...

I don't know if you understand.

Time functions
differently in here.

In your present moment,

the technology is merely
gathering the power

it requires to perform
its function:

designing and creating life.

Can it be used to restore life?

A new being can replace
a lost one.

But though the new replacement
would be genetically identical,

it would share
none of its memories,

none of its fundamental essence.

Still, the speed of creation
is adjustable,

as is scale,
if you wish to try.

Wait, if speed and scale
can be controlled,

somebody can use this
to engineer an army.

A brick is just a brick.

It can create a home

or destroy a body.

That's why we chose
only to seed life.

You may have seen evidence of it

in the tunnel
that brought you here.

Those were all worlds
you created?

No.

We found them here.

You found them?

You didn't build this?

We theorize that
whoever created this

created us.

But perhaps it goes
even further back.

A cycle of creators
and creations,

countless times over,

this place predates them all.

Come.

I have something to show you.

Radiation levels now--

I'm holding on
until Discovery gets here.

Or this shuttle comes apart.

- You should let me beam you out.
- Book...

You have a family, Hugh.

I'll go if I have to.

But I'm staying
as long as I can.

How'd you know how to grab it?
The portal?

A memory of Jinaal's.

The scientists ran
into the same problem

when they started to build
the Structure around it.

I thought you didn't have
access to his memories.

I don't.

This is the first time
it's ever happened, and I'm...

I'm sitting here, wondering:
Why that one?

- Why now?
-Right.

How did I know that
I had to come with you?

I was hoping
for an answer, but...

...there isn't one.

Not long ago
that would've driven me crazy.

Yeah.

I remember.

It's still a process, but...

...maybe there's something...

...kind of beautiful
about the mystery.

Right.

I don't know. I just...

I'm glad I could help.

ETA to intercept
is five minutes.

Commander,
I have a call incoming.

It's Mr. Saru.

- Put him through.
- Aye, Commander.

Ambassador Saru, tell me

I don't have more
to worry about right now.

Primarch Tahal and her fleet
have reversed course, Commander.

However, she did leave
a scout vessel to continue on.

It is cloaked,
presumably intent on learning

what the Federation is
so determined to keep from them.

- We are following its course.
- Sir,

if that scout catches wind
of the Progenitors' tech,

Tahal's coming back here
with an army.

I know.

we will pursue the portal
as best we can.

Hang tight.
We'll get back to you.

Can't destroy the dreadnaught.

Can't let the scout
report back either.

Only move-- take 'em both
off the field of battle.

But how?

Like Saru said, we jump.

Say we disable
all the safeguards,

all of 'em, on the spore drive,

could we jump something
that's not Discovery?

Oh, no. No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

Absolutely, absolutely not.

Um...

Maybe.

Uh, no.

No way. It's impossible.

Unless...

Well, in theory,

if we quantum-entangled
the spores...

And they were separated
by distance--

a-a-any distance, really--

and Discovery were to jump,

then the spores would behave
as they always do...

- By jumping whatever
was between them.
- Yeah.

Is that a yes?

We'd need, uh, two poles

to extend
the entanglement field between.

Yes, yes, yes.
We can separate the saucer

from the secondary hull

and place them on either side
of the dreadnaught.

Then do it.
We've got three minutes.

Two and a half, sir.

But who's counting?
Get a move on.

Um, sir, uh,
where do we jump them to?

The-the Breen, that is.

Galactic barrier.

Take 'em a couple decades to get
back, but they'll live.

That's more
than they gave my family.

Attention.

This is Commander Rayner.

We're gonna take
a hell of a risk.

If it doesn't work, well...

Good crew.

I appreciate the trust.

We ready?

Aye, sir.

Comm channel's open.

Ambassador Saru,

you got two minutes
to get Tahal's scout

in the vicinity
of the dreadnaught.

Understood, Commander.

Black alert.

Sounds like it's time
to decloak and open fire.

Invite the Breen scout
to pursue.

Decloaking now.

It's incredible.

I'm so honored
to share this with you.

You're only the second being
to make it to me.

The other was Dr. Derex.

A Betazoid, I believe.

Yes.

She believed that
civilization wasn't ready

for this technology yet.

I agreed to wait
if she would build a path

to better prepare the next
visitor for the responsibility.

And that visitor is you.

You will become its steward.

No single being should control
this kind of power.

Dr. Derex and I
discussed the path.

And you have traveled it.

You've learned its lessons,

and you've faced
your darkest sides.

Yes, and I'm far from perfect.

I'm afraid.

Lost sometimes.

Every sentient being,

myself included,

is all of those things.

Yet some strive
to be the best of themselves.

I see that in you.

It's not just about me.

Right now

a battle is waging out there.

My crew is risking their lives
to protect this portal.

To protect us,
to protect this technology.

How can I--

how can any one of us

know the right way to use it?

To bring peace
and not more conflict?

That's a question
only a steward can answer.

You must ask yourself
what is most meaningful to you.

There are, of course,
many possible answers.

Some find meaning
in the advancement of science.

Some in devotion to duty.

Some through connection

and love.

Others in the beauty
of the unknowable.

Some in family

and community.

Or in their capacity for change.

Now!

Their strength in the face
of great challenges.

I found my meaning
in embracing difference.

You see,

we were alone in the cosmos,

a single sentient culture.

Our wish was to create
a diversity of beings

in the galaxy,

a richness of variation.

Now it is your turn to consider

what is most meaningful to you.

I have been struggling
with that.

I trust that the answer
will become clear to you.

I need time...

to think about this.

I, uh...

I can't do that
while my friends are in danger.

Then I shall return you
to your present moment.

You may stop the technology

by removing your hands
from the interface.

It's that simple?

Important things often are.

We will finish
your training when,

or if, you next join me.

So it's truly my choice
to decide

whatever I think
is right with this?

I have faith
that you will choose wisely.

Oh!

Moll?

Can you hear me?
I need to get you out of here.

What happened?
Can we save him?

Noth-Nothing here...

...can bring him back.

I'm so sorry.

We need to go.

Come on.

Okay. Come on. Come on.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Look,

what-whatever was happening,
it stopped.

And we're picking up two
life signs inside the portal.

Locking on now.

We got them!

She needs medical.

Is Discovery okay?

Beaten up but okay.

Good.

And you?

You okay?

Yeah.

I heard you in there.

Thank you for holding on.

Always.

Commander Stamets is ready
to receive the portal

- in the shuttle bay.
- Okay.

Have him meet me
in my ready room.

You, too.

There's something
I need to share with all of you.

I found this guy
wandering around.

Hello, Captain.

Hello, Saru.

Oh.

Look at you.

Why do I get the feeling
Action Saru came out today?

He may have.

Captain,

I've reviewed the data
from your tricorder, and...

it is not hyperbole to say
that this is...

the greatest scientific
discovery of our lifetime.

Yeah.

I met one of the Progenitors.

I saw
the last four billion years.

And all
the incredibly complex events

that had to happen
for me to be alive.

For any one of us,
each one of us

to be alive

right here, right now.

It was...

...powerful.

And I realized...

...we already have
infinite diversity

and infinite combinations.

There's no need
for this technology anymore.

Wait a minute, y-you...

you're not saying...

we should leave it here?

Oh, no.

It's too powerful for one person

or one culture
to access or control.

I think

we need to let it go.

Captain, we have orders.

We need to study it.

W-We need to understand it.
I-It...

This is not about your legacy,
Commander.

- I didn't say mine.
- I'd give anything to see
the look on Vance's face

- when you tell him that.
- We have a duty...
- I understand.

Stop.

The Progenitor trusted me
to make this decision.

I'll talk to the admiral
and the president.

I know they'll agree.

It's the right thing to do.

I get it... mostly.

I'll keep you all posted.

Hey, um...

so this mission

has been really amazing,

and...

I mean, you learned
a lot, right?

Maybe that's enough.

I mean, that's really
all you can control,

anyway, right?

When did you get so wise?

I want to commend you all
on a job well done.

In safeguarding this technology,

placing it beyond
the event horizon,

we trust that what
the Progenitors created for us

is enough, and we trust

that those who came before,
who developed this power,

must have the ability
to recreate it

should they still exist

and should they wish to do so.

Hey.

- May I?
- Sure.

Not in the mood for a speech.

I just came to see
how you were doing.

Well, I hear my brig
has a window.

What's there not to be
excited about?

You know,
after I lost everything...

...I didn't know how
I'd find my way again.

But I did.

I hope you will, too.

Still not in the mood.

If ever you need me,
I'll be here.

And who knows?

You know, maybe someday
you might even stop hating

the name Cleveland Booker.

Don't count on it.

How long will she be
locked up?

Not sure,

but I have standing orders
to bring her

to Dr. Kovich after.

Apparently,
he has plans for her.

Dr. Kovich,
you asked to see me?

I did.

I thought you should know,
the Red Directive

has been officially closed.

All records will be classified.

No one will know
the technology existed.

I'm familiar with
how those things work now.

I heard you're gonna be
seeing Moll one of these days.

She's a capable individual.

I-I think she could
prove useful.

She'll be given the choice,
of course.

To take one of these, you mean?

I figured you'd want mine back,
so...

I've lived many years,
Captain, and many lives.

I've met few
who have impressed me

but also aggravated me
as much as you.

Keep it, just in case.

If I may, sir.

Kovich is a code name, isn't it?

Who are you, really?

My real name is a bit
of a Red Directive

in and of itself.

Well, I'm familiar
with those now, too.

Captain Michael Burnham,

USS Discovery.

Agent Daniels,

USS Enterprise

and other places.

Nice to meet you.

May I present: the newlyweds.

Thank you all so very much.

Please enjoy.

I'm so happy for you both.

It was a beautiful,
beautiful ceremony.

Thank you, Captain.

Now, I see all who are here,

and I cannot help but think
of the Progenitors,

our shared ancestor.

A reminder that we are all,
in the most fundamental ways,

connected.

We are. That we are.

Admiral, Madam President, congratulations.

Thank you.

Captain,
Lieutenant Tilly was just saying

we've inspired her.

Huh.

Well, he's grown so much
since he's been on board,

and I was just saying
that your relationship

reminds me of me and Adira
but, well, with ages reversed

and, um, more crabbiness.

But the dynamics themselves,
that one-on-one connection,

it made me realize,
that is what we're missing

at Starfleet Academy:
a mentorship program.

So I'm gonna start one.

- That's a wonderful idea.
-I think so, too.

But...

Did you just call me crabby?

No.

Excuse me.

Cheers. To crabby.

-Hey.
- You are late.

I know. Had a run-in
with some Talaxian pirates

on my way back.

- Yeah.
- I'm glad you're all right.

- Me, too.

I think this is the most
dressed up I have ever seen you.

- You like it?
- Oh, very dapper.

- Why, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, that World Root
from the Archive,

did you find somewhere
to plant it?

Sanctuary Four. Same place
we took Molly. Remember?

Yeah, she almost ate me,
so, hard to forget.

She had a baby, by the way.

What? Really?
- Yeah.

- Well, that's great.
- Yeah.

Shall we?

Actually, I'd like
to talk with you first.

Alone, if you don't mind.

Sure.

Well, um,

I just want to say thank you.

This mission helped me
find my way.

I feel hope again.

And, as of yesterday,

my sentence is commuted.

I heard.

What's next?

You know, Grudge and I
are still figuring it out.

"Future" is still a bit
of a scary word.

"Future" is a scary word
for me, too.

But you're here.

You're alive.

That's more than a lot
of people have.

I'm lucky... and I'm grateful.

I was going to wait
until after the reception,

but we're here now,

and you should know...

...I never stopped.

You love me.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Possibly since
the moment we met.

You were annoying
as hell back then.

And you still loved me.

I did.

- Can we just do this?

You and me, no matter what?

And Grudge?

Unless you want your leg
clawed to bits in your sleep.

You and me and Grudge it is.

Kovich?

Impeccable timing.

Guess he's got another mission.

Would you want to?

- Could be fun.
- It might.

I'm sure Saru would understand.

Yeah, you got
all dressed up, though.

So did you.

But, never hurts to look good
wherever you go.

What are we waiting for?

Let's see what the future holds.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Oh, smells good.

- And foam.
- Mm-hmm.

Huh.

Oh.

Ta-da.

First ever from
our very own Gexara bees.

Wow.

I wanted to surprise you.

Okay.

Hang on.

Oh.

Are you sad?

- Now you have wax
in your coffee.
- And honey.

Could be tasty.

Could be.

- Mmm, it's not, but thank you.

Big day.

I can always come with you.

That's okay.

Kind of feels like
I should go alone.

It's because I put wax
in your coffee.

Yeah, you're not allowed
to go anywhere with me

- ever again.

-Sorry to interrupt,
Admiral.

Your shuttle is arriving
momentarily.

Thank you.

Hills for days, and all you
want is what you can't have.

It's fenced for a reason, Alice.

I tried to tell you.

I thought you'd be on your way
to Crepuscula by now.

Pushed a day so I could be
the one to come get you.

You didn't have to do that.

Yes, you did.
Come here.

- I missed you, Mom.

I missed you, too.

Hold up.

No hugging without me.

Hey.

-Oh, Captain.
-Mm.

Really does suit you.

I'm trying to up my swagger
a bit.

- How am I doing?
- Mm-hmm.

Let me just say,
you are your father's son.

Yes, you are.

I'll take it.

Go get that swagger on
in outer space, young man.

All right, I'll see you
in a couple of days.

Aye, aye, Admiral.

One "aye."

Yes, ma'am.

Tilly says hi, by the way.

Oh!

Yeah, ran into her
at Fed HQ when I was meeting

with Admiral Vance.

Did she tell you that,
as of last week,

she is officially the longest
tenured Academy instructor ever?

Yeah, time flies.

Feels like I was a cadet myself
just yesterday.

It's okay to feel nervous.

Getting your own command.

I've been thinking
about what I'm gonna say.

That-that first speech
to my crew.

Mm.

I want them to be inspired,
you know?

Hmm.

A long time ago,
someone asked me

what was most meaningful to me.

I had always looked for it
in whatever mission I was on.

Of course you have no idea
what I'm talking about.

None whatsoever.

Those pips can bring pressure.

But they're supposed to.

And at the end of the day,
every member of your crew

has to find their own
sense of meaning.

So, do you know how you'd
answer that question now?

Yeah, just being here.

You know...

Sometimes life, itself,
is meaning enough.

How we choose to spend
the time that we have.

Who we spend it with.

You.

Book.

And the family I found
in Starfleet.

On Discovery.

In time,

you and your crew
will become family, too.

So you're saying I got this?

You do, Leto.

You do.

There she is.

Last dance.

Hmm?

Nothing.

I'm just glad I'm the one
leading her final mission.

And that I'll have a chance
to say goodbye.

It's been a while.

It's been too long, Zora.

Wow.

So happy to hear your voice.

I'm happy to hear yours, too.

If you don't mind my asking,

what exactly is our mission?

I'm gonna bring you to a set
of coordinates in deep space.

Then me and your crew
will leave.

After that, you wait.

For what?

This is a Red Directive.

We both know
how transparent those are.

I did hear a word in passing.

"Craft."

I'm not sure if that's a person
or a vessel or...

Well, I'll find out eventually.

Mm-hmm.

Really gonna miss you, Zora.

I won't see you again
after this,

will I?

I'm guessing your wait
will be longer than my lifetime.

I'm not sure
how to feel about that.

Everything ends someday.

But there will be a new
beginning when you come back.

You can find our descendants.

Meet the next generation
of your family.

I would love that.

It has been a hell of a journey.

Indeed it has.

The Federation has so many
wonderful possibilities ahead

because of you and your crew.

Because of all of us.

I'm told we're nearly ready
for departure.

Perhaps you'd like to sit.

Feels like home.

SARU [muffled]:
Captain.

Captain?

So many memories.

For us both.

All right.

Are you ready, Zora?

I am.

Last time, then.

Let's fly.

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