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Previously on
Star Trek: Discovery...

CORNWELL:
Control will not stop coming.

Eventually,
Leland will find you.

SPOCK: Ergo, Discovery's
very existence

is the problem.

Discovery's
shields are up.

It's protecting itself.

Sphere's data has
already merged

with Discovery.
Options.

We know we can't delete
the data.

Nor, it seems,
can we destroy Discovery.

As long as Discovery
exists here and now,

this will never be over.

Discovery has to go
to the future.

SARU:
We have the technical designs
from Section 31.

We can attempt to rebuild it.
Do it.

Once the Enterprise
catches up with us,

you're happy, Hugh.

NICOLA (over comm):
Admiral, Captain Pike,

there's something
you need to see.

And then there were five.

Commander Stamets,

you will jump us to that signal.

BURNHAM:
Class M planet, Xahea.

Really? Xahea?

Tilly!
(laughing)

I know the queen of Xahea.

So, you want to use the suit
to travel through time

with this ship
flying behind you, yes?
Yes.

There is just one problem.

Continuous regeneration
of energy will ultimately

burn out the crystal.

It's a one-way trip.

You're not coming, are you?

I wish I could say yes.

DETMER:
Attention, all vessels.

Leland's fleet has arrived.

PIKE: Leland and his ships will
give us one hell of a fight.

BURNHAM:
We are surrounded.

All enemy vessels
armed and ready.

Shields up.
Prepare for battle.

(alarms blaring)

Battle stations, report.

Shields at maximum, sir.

Weapons armed and ready,
Captain.

Transmit to all ships.

(over comm):
This is Captain Pike.

We have one job:

get Commander Burnham and
Discovery through the wormhole.

(frantic chatter)

Section 31 is in our way.

(overlapping chatter over comms)

PIKE:
Once Burnham launches
in the suit,

Second Squadron
will match course and speed

to cover her
and defend her perimeter.

Squadrons Three and Four will
be the front line of defense

against the Section 31 fleet.

You will lead the attack
and draw their fire

to give us the time we need.

Enterprise will maintain fire
on the fleet

to cause distraction
for as long as we can.

But as soon as Burnham
is detected out there,

we have to keep her safe.

(overlapping chatter over comms)

PIKE:
All shuttles and pods,
use attack formation Gamma Six.

Squadrons One and Three,
coordinate positions

to disrupt and target
all main enemy vessels.

This is Starfleet.

Get it done.

Mr. Saru, ETA on that suit.

The components are
being synthesized

and assembled as we speak.

BURNHAM: Don't adjust
the composite automatically.

I'll do it manually after each
piece is cleared for assembly.

I'm not detecting
any micro-variances.

No, I need a surgical spanner,

not a standard
engineering coupler.

Stop. Look me in the eyes.

The silicon injectors
need to be purged

after each binding is molded.
Watch me.

The bayonet joint on this
oxygen sensor's wide open.

Are you trying
to kill her?

Oh, shit.
Get off the assembly.

I got it.
Sorry, Commander.

High speed, low drag, Commander.
The longer it takes her

to open that wormhole,
the fewer make it home.
SARU (over comm): Yes, sir.

What's the intel on how much
perimeter space she'll need

to get far enough away
from that wormhole?

Commander Burnham
needs to remain

at the outermost radius
of the battle

at .0004 arc-seconds.
In English, please.

I can't blow a path
through what you're saying.

Tight enough so none
of the Section 31 ships

get pulled into the future,
loose enough so none of our guys

get destroyed by
the event horizon.

Lieutenant Spock will remain on
comms throughout to guide her.

Reno, where are we
with the time crystal?

Four minutes, 18 seconds away
until fully charged.

Can you cut that in half?

Violate the basic laws
of physics?

Uh, no.

Commander, we've scanned
the Section 31 armada.

There's only one life sign:
Captain Leland's.

The rest of the ships
are empty.

Drones. Nasty ones.

Lieutenant Bryce, have you had
any success reaching Starfleet?

Subspace relays are
still down, Commander.

Attempting to circumvent,
but we're still being jammed.

It is just us.

Any, uh, words of wisdom?

"Be extremely subtle,

"even to the point
of formlessness.

"Be extremely mysterious,

even to the point
of soundlessness."

"Thereby you can
be the director

of your opponent's fate."

I'm surprised a Kelpien,
of all beings,

has studied Sun Tzu.

I am surprised a Terran
is surprised by anything.

BRYCE:
Incoming hail.

It's Leland, sir.

You will see a human face.

It is not a human being.

Am I clear?

ALL: Yes, sir.
Put it through.

Leland, we were just
talking about you.

Everybody hates you.

Congratulations.

LELAND:
You know why I'm here.

Give me what I've come for,

or die for it.

By authority granted me under
the Articles of the Federation

and Starfleet Charter,

I order you
to surrender your vessels.

No terms, no deals.

LELAND:
Last warning.

Transmit the data to me,

or you'll be destroyed.

By my count, we have
over 200 vessels,

and you might have 30.

Count again.

♪ ♪

(alarm blaring)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(original Star Trek theme
plays)

(overlapping chatter over comms)

(frantic chatter)

(alarm blaring)

Multiple torpedoes
locked on us.

Evasive pattern Delta Five.
Aye, sir.

All power to forward shields.
Fire full spread.

Damage report.
Breach in section two.

Decks nine and ten.
Seven confirmed dead.

Shields at 86%.

Shields at 82%.

We have a breach on deck 12.

Emergency bulkheads
engaged successfully.

I've got a leg panel.
Back plate complete.

We need an adjustment on 1.0,
2.3 and 4.2.

I'm on it. I got it.

Reno, we need that
time crystal now.

One minute away.
Charge at 98%.

(grunts)

All squadrons on those drones
immediately!

Captain Pike, it's Po.
Do you copy?

Pull her up.

She's flying directly
beneath them.

Give me her shuttle feed.

Your Highness,

uh, who told you you could
fly a Federation vessel?

First, I invoke
diplomatic immunity

for stealing this shuttle.

All due respect, Your Highness,
get out of there.

Captain, listen,

your squadron's gonna
get obliterated.

What?

(explosion, alarm blares)

I thought these drones
looked off-key.

They have a refracted lattice
shield design.

You can see it
in the wave patterns.

They can't be
defeated one-on-one.

Attack has to be two at a time,

targeting port and starboard
emitters simultaneously.

Po, are you sure?

I'll put my life on it.

(explosion)

All squadrons...

formation Double Alpha.

Team up and begin
target acquisition.

Follow the queen.

(explosion)

SARU:
Mr. Rhys,

set all phasers
for automatic targeting,

maximum power and range.
Aye, Commander.

(explosion)

Owo, bring the emergency
generators on line.

Shields holding at 70%.

Leland won't destroy this ship
immediately.

He'll cripple us
and take the data.

Then he'll break
Discovery down for parts.

Do you have anything
relevant to offer?

Invite him aboard.

Whatever you have in mind,

this is not
a two-pronged mission.

The first priority
is to get

Discovery to safety
with Commander Burnham.

(explosion)
For you, perhaps.

You should know me
well enough by now to know

I leave very little to chance.

Especially when it
comes to revenge.

RENO:
Good to go.

Crystal's fully charged.

Ensign Tilly, go with her
and make sure

it gets to
Commander Burnham safely.

He means in case one of us
gets dead along the way.

Hurry!

I'm going, I'm going.
Get off my ass.

Sir. Get off my ass, sir.

What the hell?

They're gonna make a run on
weakening Discovery's shields.

Divert all power
to starboard shield deflectors.

Number One, bring us around
and place us between

those drones and Discovery.
Aye, Captain.

(grunting, groaning)

Shields down to 54%
and dropping fast.

(alarm blaring)

Lieutenant Mann,
target the largest 31 vessel

and fire on
their shield generators.
Aye, Captain.

The entire fleet is
receiving signals

from Leland
inside that ship.

(explosion)

Has the shuttle bay
been evacuated?

Yes, Commander.

The housing is prepped.

I need that last panel.

Right here.

(grunting)

(coughing)

Michael?

I'm good. You?

You okay?
Yeah.

(groaning)

Everybody. Reno?

I'm a cat. Five more
lives at least.

Hey. You okay?

We're good.

(groans)
BURNHAM: Oh, no!

No, Commander!
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

(grunting)

Take this.

Get him to sickbay.

I'm gonna clean up
this mess

so nobody else
gets impaled.

You're okay.

SPOCK:
Michael.

Michael.
Let's go.

Shields unable
to absorb full impact.

Shields?

We're at 60%. Discovery's at 38.

At this rate, neither ship is
gonna last much longer.

We're not on our heels yet.
Maintain offensive focus.

Make them come to us.

(groaning)

Commander,
we are overloaded in sickbay.

Class four casualties in here,
class three in the corridor.

Cortical stimulation's
failing!

Any free hands to help us
down here?

Hey, I need that bio-bed.

SARU (over comm):
I am sorry, Doctor.

All personnel on board
are occupied.

Do your best.
(grunting)

No, I'm gonna do
a half-assed job,

because now's the perfect time.

The suit is ready.

Are you?

It's your mother,
and it's you.

Trust what you've
done together.

I do.

(whirring, clicking)

(sighs)

Damn.

You will be the target
out there.

I'll pilot a shuttle
to make sure

you reach the perimeter point.

What are you
talking about?

You're supposed to
guide me by comms.

You can't protect me in that.
There is no time for debate.

I will return to Discovery

as soon as you open
the wormhole.

(rumbling)

I said...

I heard you.

You better.

Stay in my wake.

Discovery bridge,
this is Lieutenant Spock.

Prepare to lower
shuttle bay force field

and drop aft shields
for 3.5 seconds on my mark.

Understood, Lieutenant.
Captain Pike,

we are preparing
to lower aft shields.

Cover fire would be
most appreciated.

(groaning)

We got you, Saru.

All vessels.
Yes, Captain.

PIKE:
We've calculated
that Commander Burnham

will need two minutes
and 47 seconds to reach

safe distance
and open the wormhole.

All squadrons, form
a tactical escort around her

on her path
and screen enemy fire.

I want a cocoon around her until
she gets to her destination.

On it, Captain.
If she doesn't make it

off the battlefield
and far enough away

to open the wormhole,
neither do we.

Lower shields in five.

Four.

Three.

Two. One.

(engine powering up)

(panting)

COMPUTER:
Interstellar debris density:

72% above nominal.

Scanning for nominal
local coordinates.

(groaning)

Michael.

BURNHAM:
I'm okay.

I got this.

All battle groups...

form a shield wall
against those ships.

Maintain protective formations.

Discovery and Enterprise
will lead.

Nobody gets through us until
Burnham reaches her target.

Commander, sensors are
showing that something

beamed aboard
while our shields were down.

(weapon firing)

(grunting)

(screams)
(grunts)

NHAN: He's going for
the Sphere data.

Everybody, stay here.
Like hell.

(rumbling, alarm blaring)

(panting):
Sir.

Sensors show Captain Leland
beamed aboard Discovery.

We'd have to lower our own
shields to beam a team on board.

Discovery
would have to lower theirs.

We can't do it,
Chris.

I know.

(rumbling)
(grunts)

I will override
the security codes.

You try accessing
the lock mechanism directly.

How much longer
before you gain entry?

Five minutes.

Less if you stop bothering us.

(crackling, rumbling)

(gasps)
(monitor beeps)

Commander, shields down to 38%.

Hold the line, Lieutenant.

Yes, sir.

After we are done
breaking and entering,

would you like to join me
in making Leland scream?

Yum, yum.

We are at a safe distance,
Michael.

Understood.

(exhales) Stand by.

HELMET COMPUTER:
Insufficient vertices
calculated.

Temporal interface access
standing by.

It's not working.

Navigational system's stuck

in the present;
it won't move forward.

Why won't it move forward?

♪ ♪

(yelling)

Captain.

An undetonated
photon torpedo

has breached the hull.

If it blows,

it'll rip a hole four decks wide
in our saucer section.

(gasps)

Everything I saw...

...this is how it starts.

I saw this
exact moment

when I touched
the crystal.

Was that torpedo lodged,
Lieutenant? And is it live?

Deck five,
section two.

And yes, sir.

Lower blast shields
five and two.

Lieutenant Mann,
deploy the DOT Sevens.

Aye, Captain.
I want them standing
by for repair.

Lieutenant Amin, can we seal off

the bay where the
torpedo landed?
(grunts)

(grunts) Only one of the
blast shields'll drop, Captain.

The other one's jammed.

Lieutenant Nicola, do we have
anyone from Munitions available?

All occupied, Admiral.

I'll fix the door on-site.

Get me a PADD.

Number One, I'm with you.

We'll have to disarm
simultaneously.

Figure out what kind of weapon

we're dealing with
and send me the schematics.

Yes, ma'am.

(rumbling)

Shield-emitter in zones five
and seven are damaged.

We'll break into pieces

if we go into the wormhole
without shields.

If we even get there.

Come on, Burnham.

BURNHAM:
Spock, the navigation interface
still won't let me set

a destination point
in the future.

SPOCK:
Without a destination point,

we will not be able
to open the wormhole.

Michael.
No.

Nothing.

If I set the signals,
why can't I move us forward?

There have been seven signals
and we have only seen five.

Why would I bring us
all this way to get

stuck in this moment
and die here?

NHAN:
Door's almost open.

Squadrons four through nine
are down.

We're losing too many fighters.

Life support failing
on decks seven through 13.

Shields at 11% and dropping.

Ten percent... we're at nine.

All remaining power
to forward shields.

Come about starboard 90 degrees.

We have an incoming
energy signature.

It's massive.

It's a Klingon
cleave ship, sir.

But I'm detecting non-Klingon
power signatures, too.

Those are Ba'ul fighters.

We're being hailed,
Commander.

Put it through.
Yes, sir.

(exhales) Brother.

Siranna.

I received your message.

I will never again
let you fight alone.

You...

have learned to pilot a fighter.

SIRANNA:
We were on our way
when one of your crew

hailed us to unify our efforts.

Who?

Captain, we're being hailed
by the Klingons.

(rumbling)

On screen.

Sorry it took us a while
to get here, Captain.

Calvary arrived just in time.

I see you've brought
some new friends.

Not the term I would choose,
Captain.

However, the Klingon Empire
will always

fight to preserve our future.

Works for me.

The D7 will arrive
momentarily, Captain.

Please transmit
tactical analysis

of all enemy
vessels to us.

Stand by for transfer.

(speaking Klingon)

(crew shouting in Klingon)

Siranna, the drones
have altered course

to intercept your fleet.

Promise me you will be safe.

I can promise you
that I will fight

as a Kelpien, Saru.

Warriors of Kaminar,

hold your course
and calculate target locks.

SARU (over comm):
All ships.

The Klingons and Kelpiens
have joined our fight.

Transmit encrypted data
on the enemy fleet

and advise all squad commanders

to coordinate their efforts
with our new allies.

(indistinct comm transmission)

Michael,
the Ba'ul ships

arrived here piloted
by the Kelpiens

because your signal led
Discovery to Kaminar.
Not now, Spock.

Yes, now. Precisely now.

The signal's purpose was not
simply to liberate the Kelpiens

but to prepare them for this.
For this very moment.

You used each signal
to lead Discovery

to an element we would need
to win this battle.

Starting with Reno
on the asteroid.

And to Boreth,
to acquire the time crystal.

To Xahea to find the one woman

in all the universe
who could power it.

And to Terralysium
to identify safe harbor

once we're through
the wormhole.

I saw us fail.

I saw everyone die.

The crystal showed you
a possible future.

To avoid it.

We assumed I jumped
from somewhere in the future

to set the signals,
we didn't know from where.

I jumped from here.

From this moment.

SPOCK:
That is correct.

In order for us to push forward,
you must go back

and set the events of the past
in motion,

which you have not yet done.

Right.

Because we've been stuck
in an open loop

in this time, this time.

I have all the pieces
to close it.

Once you do,
Control cannot evolve.

So I'll go back to the asteroid
and set the first signal

and then set all the rest again.

They will lead you back here.

And then do you believe
we'll be able to go

to the future we want?

Of that, I cannot be certain.

So you're asking me
to take a leap of faith.

One that is only logical.

COMPUTER:
Unable to locate Sphere data.

(phasers blast)

GEORGIOU:
I know where it is.

Leland, you look well.

For a couple of batteries
and a data core

stuffed in a meat sack.

Kind of like an A.I. sausage.
Ew.

Women, stop talking.

Remember this?

That's a quantum signal
amplifier.

I gave it to you
to transfer

the Sphere data
to my ship.

I assume you're holding it
now to demonstrate...

Why you won't find
the Sphere data anywhere here.

Where can I access my data?

Your data?
Hmm.

So many fun ways
to answer that question.

Torpedo's in there.

It's safe to enter.

PIKE:
Number One, status update.

On-site, Captain.

The blast door is jammed.

Its release mechanism
is fried.

I'm trying to override
the primary circuits

and reroute through
secondary relays.

Admiral, how are things
on your end?

Bad.

PIKE:
Define "bad," please, Admiral.

Secondary detonation's
already been triggered.

I'd say about 15 minutes before
it takes out half the ship.

(man screams)

(woman coughing)

NURSE:
What about the
injured on deck 12?

We get them stable,
we get them out. You got it?

On it.

TILLY:
Dr. Pollard!

Bio-bed.
Okay.

Easy, easy.
(groaning)

MAN:
Dr. Pollard.

You, over there.
Take bed two.

I could use an extra hand here.

I got this.
Get back to the bridge.

Tilly, go.

Go.

POLLARD:
Nilsson, now!

TILLY:
I'm sorry,
Commander, I'm...

CULBER:
Paul?

Hi.

Hugh?
Hi.

But...

I know you're in a lot of pain.

Paul,

your injuries

are pretty severe.
I'm going to induce coma.

(groans)
You'll be fine.

(distant):
Just listen to my voice.
You can hear me.

I thought I could make
my home on Enterprise.

(groans)

You're doing fine.

Then I realized that,
uh, you're my home.

So I came back.

(whirring)

Everything...

always...
came back around to you.

I'm just sorry it took me
so long to see it.

So you go to sleep now, okay?

And you let me take care of you.

I'm your family.

Wherever we go from here...

...we go together.

(rumbling)

BURNHAM:
I've set all my jumps.

All five. I think...

SPOCK:
The future is still
unwritten, Michael.

The outcome can still change.

(grunts)

Spock!

Go, Michael! Now!

(Burnham panting)

(screaming)

(distorted screaming)

♪ ♪

(gasps)

HELMET COMPUTER:
First signal.

Destination point: USS Hiawatha.

Stardate: 1025.19.

This little dot

is the only one willing
to tell us where it is.

SARU:
It appears to be
an interstellar asteroid.

OWOSEKUN:
The USS Hiawatha,
thought destroyed

by the Klingons ten months ago.

PIKE:
Man, they came down hard.

I'm Commander Jett Reno,
Engineering.

(grunting)

(screams)

(gasps)

HELMET COMPUTER:
Second signal.

Terralysium. Stardate: 1027.32.

In 64 minutes the radiation
will reach the upper atmosphere,

causing an extinction
level event.

SARU:
If we were
brought here,

perhaps this is why.

Discovery will not allow
a catastrophe on her watch.

DETMER:
The asteroid successfully
diverted

all the debris
from the planet's atmosphere.

(Georgiou and Nhan groan)

Where's my data?

Hell.

(grunting)

We have a hull breach
in zone four.

Working on shields.
Working on gravity systems.

Commander, shields
aren't responding.

SARU:
Shield failure in zone four.

Any available crew respond.

I'm in four. I'm gonna swap
the particle matrix and emitter,

and get the shields
back on line.

I just have
to keep my eyes closed.

What?
I've only done this once,

and I was blindfolded
for a drinking game.

Ensign, we cannot depart
without shields.

Yeah, I'm aware.

COMPUTER:
Global gravity systems failure.

Global gravity systems failure.

(grunting)

(screams)

(grunting)

It doesn't have to be this hard.

Not hard is boring,
and I hate boring.

(grunting)

COMPUTER:
Gravity restored.

(groaning)

HELMET COMPUTER:
Third signal. Kaminar.

Stardate: 1035.86.

SIRANNA:
You brought hope back with you.

You and your Red Angel.

Damn it.

The matter/antimatter
intermix regulator

is still fully functional.

I can't disable it.

Let's try reprogramming
the guidance system.

Maybe a conflicting command
will force it to shut down

until it acquires a new target.

You're sure there's no way
to reprogram the blast door

instead?
I wish there were.

Captain, plans A and B
didn't work.

We're now into the Hail Mary
part of the operation.

That's been just about
everything today.

How much time do we have left?

Less than five minutes.

Report back to the bridge,
I'm giving you the conn.

And, uh, Admiral,
do everything you can

to buy Burnham more time.

I'll be down in a moment.

Wait.

Admiral.

(speaking Klingon)

(L'Rell laughing)

And I thought my chancellorship
would be bloodless.

HELMET COMPUTER:
Fourth signal.

Boreth. Klingon territory.

Stardate: 1048.66.

PIKE:
A new time crystal could let us
send the Sphere data

into the future after all.

HELMET COMPUTER:
Fifth signal. Xahea.

Stardate: 1050.8.

PIKE:
And what might Xahea have to do
with powering the time crystal?

PO:
My dilithium incubator--
it'll replicate the power

of a supernova
and it'll charge your crystal.

(alarm sounding)

Michael?

(panting)

It's done.

My mom said she was trapped

950 years into the future
from Doctari Alpha.

That was 20 years ago.

Burnham to Discovery.
I'm setting coordinates

for the Beta Quadrant,
Terralysium,

930 years
from this launch point.

That should take us
where we need to go.

Commander, the quantum
fluctuations within the wormhole

make it difficult to track your
position using standard sensors.

How do you intend
to guide us through?

I'll send a signal.

The sixth signal. Like the
North Star, that's what this is.

You can follow it to me
on the other side.

Copy, Commander.

I'm approaching
the briefing room now.

Copy that, Captain.

Standing by to assist.
Thank you, Number One.

(door whooshes open)

(screams)

(grunting)

Your algorithm was
the easiest to predict.

You would want fast access

to the ship's
two most valuable assets.

The data is in
the spore console.

(both yell)

(locks door)

You think this
cage will hold me?

(Pike grunts)

What if we transfer the
antimatter to antimatter pods?

Too risky.

You sure you can't reprogram
the guidance system?

(explosion)

I've tried.

This thing is gonna blow
in 90 seconds.

There's an emergency lever
for the blast door.

I can bring
it down manually,

from the inside,

and seal off
the rest of the ship.

No.
We are out of time.

That last light will change,
this torpedo will blow,

and everyone on the bridge,

maybe everyone on this ship,
will die.

And if you do this, you die.

This is my ship,
my responsibility.

This isn't where
your story ends.

And I think you know that.

If I'm meant
for a different future,

this thing can't possibly go off
with me in here.

Maybe not.

But how many people will pay
the price if you're wrong?

Kat...

Go. It's time.

And, Chris...

...whatever your path may be,
you can handle it.

(beeping rapidly)

Discovery to Enterprise,
are you all right?

We're okay.

But we lost the admiral.

SARU:
Burnham, we are running
out of time.

Okay, it's time to go, Spock.

Get back to Discovery.

Michael,

I cannot.

What?

When my vessel was hit...

My engines are disabled.

Discovery can lock onto you
with a tractor beam.

There is no time.
And even if there were,

they would need to lower their
shields to bring me aboard,

and they will not survive
doing so. Not in this battle.

Not with the amount of damage
that ship has already sustained.

You must go.

I just got you back.

I don't want to let go.

Neither... do I.

I already lost you once.

You never lost me, Michael.

As a child,

I was truly lost.

The path of my father,

the path of my mother.

You came into our lives
and you taught me

it was possible to travel both.

You found me.

You saved me.

That wasn't me.

That was always in you.

You are my balance, Michael,

you always have been, and I...

am afraid

that I will not find it
again without you.

Okay.

Listen to me.

Listen to me, little brother.

This is the last advice
I'll ever be able to give you.

There is a whole galaxy
out there

full of people
who will reach for you.

You have to let them.

Find that person who seems
farthest from you,

and reach for them.

Reach for them.

Let them guide you.

I will.

I only wish I could be certain

of your safety.

(sighs)

You will. (chuckles)

(sniffles)

I'll send the last signal.

I'll send it
through the wormhole

when we get to the other side.

I will watch the stars for it.

(grunting)

Oh, enough with
the tantrum already.

Let's end this now, shall we?

You should know I've
magnetized the spore cube.

Enjoy.

(whirring)

(distorted alarm and chatter)

SPOCK (over comm):
Spock to Enterprise.

My shuttle's engines
are disabled.

I will not be returning
to Discovery.

Hold your position.
We'll transport you out.

Commander Saru,
how are your shields?

Ensign Tilly, where are we?

Almost there.

(powering up)

(panting)

Somebody owes me a beer.

We are good to go, sir.

Shields back up to 40%.

More than enough, Captain.

PIKE (over comm):
Stand by to transport, Spock.

(speaking Vulcan)

...Michael.

I love you, too, brother.

(crying)

Commander Burnham,
on your mark.

Burnham to Discovery. Let's go.

Lieutenant Detmer, full power.
Follow our signal.

(panting)

All vessels,
aim at 3-mark-5-mark-2.

Clear a path.

Goodbye, Captain Pike.

Goodbye, my friends.

My family.

We're on our way, Paul.

We're on our way.

This does not end here.

Actually, it does,

and it's
going to hurt.

And I'd like
to hear you scream now.

(screaming)

No!

(giggles)

Captain, they're all
dead in the water.

Open fire.

Georgiou to bridge.
I'm in Engineering.

Leland is dead.

Control is neutralized.

SARU:
Copy, Commander.

We are on our way.

(softly):
Go.

Go, go.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

COUNCIL MEMBER:
State your name and rank.

Ash Tyler, Acting Commander,
Section 31.

Christopher Pike,
Captain of the USS Enterprise.

Number One.
How long is this gonna take?

You were present
during the attack?

I was.
I was.

Discovery was Control's
primary target.

We were just in the way.
When was that?

I believe the exact date
is in the logs.

Discovery was attempting
to escape while badly damaged.

The spore drive must've suffered

a catastrophic failure
in battle.

It just went...

Boom.

Seconds before Discovery's
disappearance,

our long-range
sensors

detected high-energy
gamma rays

and gravitational waves
consistent with a

quantum singularity.
How do you explain that?

It is hardly my responsibility

to provide what your
own sensors could not.

I saw Discovery explode.
I saw Discovery explode.

They're all gone.

That's your
official response?

For the third time, yeah.

Anything else?

Commander
Michael Burnham,

do you think she...?
Do I think she what?

PIKE:
Commander Burnham

went above and beyond
before her death.

Section 31, whether
by error or corruption,

took its eye off the ball

and is indirectly responsible
for this catastrophe.

We agree the
organization requires

a radical overhaul

and perhaps far
more transparency.

With the loss
of Admiral Cornwell

and Captain Georgiou,

we'd like to remove the "Acting"
from your title,

make it permanent.

Wasn't so long ago,

I had to fight just to wear
a Starfleet uniform.

And that dedication,
coupled with a perspective,

Commander, it's safe to say
that your worldview

is uniquely suited

to the dualities
intrinsic to Section 31.

Have you eliminated Control
entirely?

We have.

SPOCK: The destruction
of Discovery was tragic

but does in and of itself
resolve the issue.

Even more radical steps
must be taken

to ensure that type of scenario
never repeats itself.

I'm eager to hear your
recommendations, Lieutenant.

Regulation 157, Section Three,

requires Starfleet officers
to abstain

from participating
in historical events.

Any residual trace or knowledge
of Discovery's data,

or the time suit,
offers a foothold

for those who might not see
how critical,

how deeply critical,
that directive is.

Therefore, to insure the
Federation never finds itself

facing the same danger,
all officers

remaining with knowledge
of these events must be

ordered never to speak
of Discovery, its spore drive,

or her crew again.

Under penalty of treason.

Thank you,
Mr. Spock.

We'll take it under advisement.

SPOCK:
Personal log.

Stardate: 1201.7.

124 days have passed

since your disappearance.

It has been difficult,

but we've managed
not to reveal the truth

of Discovery's fate
to Starfleet.

To have done so was to risk

rendering your sacrifice
meaningless.

If we learned anything,

we learned we're not yet ready
to learn everything.

Mother and Father
are diplomatically immune

from interrogation,

and they fully understand
our silence

is meant to keep you safe.

We have sworn never
to speak your name

in the presence of others.

Yet I feel you with me, always.

With every moment, I grow
more sure-footed in this...

in-between place.

More certain
of who I am becoming.

You teach me, sister, even now.

Every night I look to the stars
for your signal,

and every night
I have to remind myself

of the scientific truth
that time is relative.

124 days for one

is the blink of an eye
for another.

It is difficult
to reconcile, logically.

But to paraphrase
an Earth physicist,

"The universe

is under no obligation
to make sense to me."

I believe that
you were successful.

I choose to believe it.

That is the only gift

I have left to give you.

It may not be logical, but I am

proud to bear it.

PIKE (over comm):
Mr. Spock to the bridge.

You've detected
an anomaly, Captain?

Number One's
running it now,

but, uh,

looks like it's
in the Beta Quadrant.

NUMBER ONE:
That's correct, sir.

And we have
confirmation.

The location
of the seventh signal.

51,000 light-years
from our present position.

I'll run
the analytics.

(sighs)
Where to, Number One?

You're the captain,

Captain.

I hear we discovered
a new moon at Edrin Two.

That we did, sir.

Thank you, Number One.

In that case,

let's give her a spin.

That sound good to you,
Mr. Spock?

Yes, Captain.

Let us see
what the future holds.

Ready for warp, sir.

Hit it.