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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:

We're officially
out of the galactic barrier

and into extragalactic space.

Whatever happened 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 into 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 that 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, "potato."

I'm sorry about this, commander.

I 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 realize we're here.

Hey, 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.

There's only so much I can do
until we get in there.

Commander.

Licorice, made to order.

Much obliged.

We've reached 1000 meters
from the hyperfield.

Hydrocarbon compounds are loaded
and the dots are ready, captain.

Okay, then.

Let them 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 the 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.

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.

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.

- Trying, captain.
- Working on it.

Owosekun,
what else are scans telling us?

Well, 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.

A 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.

Were you expecting something
a little more surgical?

Take a look at the functional flows here.

It'll work.

The dma will 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.

[Have to go.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm making some adjustments
to the energy transfer rate

so my transporter works
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 online.

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.

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.

All right.

Let's get started.

How?

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

- It 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.

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 all come back
once I get us out of this orb.

You found a way?

When the nightsprey's done nesting,
there's only one way to leave a 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?

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.

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.

But, general, we haven't hit it yet.

Captain, scans show changes
to the orb membrane near the shuttlebay.

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 supramo/ecules 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 10% 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 fonnard?

It will 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 shuttlebay.

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 reverse 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.

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.

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 2
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 in 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.

No, there is a pattern here.

We just have to find it.

Solving the hydrocarbon mystery
required a variety of perspectives.

Perhaps that would help us again?

Detmer, Nilsson, Christopher,
please report to shuttlebay 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.

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.

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 starmap 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.

But what it means
to read the message, however...

Zora, start analyzing.

Yes, captain.

Thank you.

We'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 is 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 anyone inside of it.

He said it'd be safe.

And the subspace rift
it will leave near earth

will kill everyone
almost as fast as the dma would.

You're 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.

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?

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 to 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.

Makes no sense for us
to suggest prisons.

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,
and it drove me crazy.

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 wanna 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,

and maybe it won't.

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

It'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.

It's plenty of time for their scientists
to find some sort of solution.

You should've told me.

This has to be a last resort.

I'm telling ndoye to stand down.

No!

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

We have ten hours
before the dma starts to hit.

- Who knows what'll happen?
- We need to give first contact time.

- We have to do something while we can!
- 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 holopad, Dr. Hirai.

Applying the light pattern
to decode.

It's more mathematical equations.

All of them equaling nine.

Ah. We have started to communicate.

Well done, all.

Captain, an object is approaching.

I register no radiation or toxins.

The exterior is coated
in the hydrocarbon for peacefulness.

The interior...

Contains a breathable atmosphere.

That's how they wanna keep talking.

They want us to go inside.

More defense improvements,
well done.

Book...

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.

You were one of them.

You have a funny way of showing it.

What you're doing is wrong.

Thirty 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 have done it already.

And if diplomacy fails,
the consequences would 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.

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.

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.

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.

It's not even close to the weirdest thing
that's happened today.

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.

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.

Maybe Paul found her?

Should be back soon.

He is on his way back now, ensign.

It's 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 gotta be on the ship somewhere.

Commander Jett Reno,
please report to engineering.

- Commander Reno...
- Madam president?

If it helps to hear this,
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.

- Mr. Saru?
- Oh.

From commander stamets.

Ah. Thank you.

Uh... hmm. Hmm.

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.

One hundred seventy-eight
plus this mathematical equation

equals a curiosity hydrocarbon.

Is the message about the weapon?

One hundred and seventy-eight
is the atomic number for isolynium.

I believe this equation
is an expression of volume

for a convex lens-like shape.

Isolytic weapon plus dma equals curiosity.

It's a question.

They put the weapon here
to help us understand.

They wanna 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 will 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 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°/o oxygen,

0.93% argon and 0.04°/o 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.

Ah. 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'll 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 online.

Weapons and warp drives
are still down, but it doesn't matter.

We're almost at the power source.

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

You were right.

I should have 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
when 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've made
has 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 way he wants to,

it will destroy the h yperfield,
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.