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Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Control will not stop coming.

Eventually, Leland will find you.

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.

We have the technical
designs from Section 31.

- We can attempt to rebuild it.
- Do it.

Once the Enterprise catches up with us,
I'll be joining them.

I hope though you're happy, Hugh.

Admiral, Captain Pike,

there's something you need to see.

And then there were five.

Commander Stamets,
you will jump us to that signal.

Class M planet, Xahea.

Really? Xahea?

Tilly!

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.

Attention, all vessels.

Leland's fleet has arrived.

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

We are surrounded.

All enemy vessels armed and ready.

- Shields up.
- Prepare for battle.

Battle stations, report.

Shields at maximum, sir.

Weapons armed and ready, Captain.

Transmit to all ships.

This is Captain Pike.

We have one job:

get Commander Burnham and
Discovery through the wormhole.

Section 31 is in our way.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Incoming hail.

It's Leland, sir.

You will see a human face.

It is not a human being.

Am I clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Put it through.

Leland, we were just talking about you.

Everybody hates you.

Congratulations.

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.

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.

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%.

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?

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.

All squadrons...

formation Double Alpha.

Team up and begin target acquisition.

Follow the queen.

Mr. Rhys,

set all phasers for automatic targeting,

- maximum power and range.
- Aye, Commander.

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.

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.

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.

Shields down to 54% and dropping fast.

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.

- Has the shuttle bay been evacuated?
- Yes, Commander.

The housing is prepped.

I need that last panel.

Right here.

Michael?

I'm good. You?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Everybody. Reno?

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

Hey. You okay?

We're good.

Oh, no!

No, Commander! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Take this.

Get him to sickbay.

I'm gonna clean up this mess

so nobody else gets impaled.

You're okay.

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.

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.

I am sorry, Doctor.

All personnel on board are occupied.

Do your best.

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.

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.

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.

We got you, Saru.

- All vessels.
- Yes, Captain.

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.

72% above nominal.

Scanning for nominal local coordinates.

Michael.

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.

He's going for the Sphere data.

- Everybody, stay here.
- Like hell.

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.

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.

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.

Stand by.

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?

Captain.

An undetonated photon torpedo

has breached the hull.

If it blows,

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

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?

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.

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.

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

a destination point in the future.

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?

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.

Brother.

Siranna.

I received your message.

I will never again let you fight alone.

You...

have learned to pilot a fighter.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

Unable to locate Sphere data.

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.

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.

Define "bad," please, Admiral.

Secondary detonation's
already been triggered.

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

What about the injured on deck 12?

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

On it.

Dr. Pollard!

- Bio-bed.
- Okay.

Easy, easy.

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.

Nilsson, now!

I'm sorry, Commander, I'm...

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.

You'll be fine.

Just listen to my voice.
You can hear me.

I thought I could make
my home on Enterprise.

You're doing fine.

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

So I came back.

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.

I've set all my jumps.

All five. I think...

The future is still unwritten, Michael.

The outcome can still change.

Spock!

Go, Michael! Now!

First signal.

Destination point: USS Hiawatha.

Stardate: 1025.19.

This little dot is the only one
willing to tell us where it is.

It appears to be
an interstellar asteroid.

The USS Hiawatha, thought destroyed

by the Klingons ten months ago.

Man, they came down hard.

I'm Commander Jett Reno, Engineering.

Second signal.

Terralysium. Stardate: 1027.32.

In 64 minutes the radiation
will reach the upper atmosphere,

causing an extinction level event.

If we were brought here,

perhaps this is why.

Discovery will not allow
a catastrophe on her watch.

The asteroid successfully diverted

all the debris from
the planet's atmosphere.

- Where's my data?
- Hell.

We have a hull breach in zone four.

- Working on shields.
- Working on gravity systems.

Commander, shields aren't responding.

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.

Global gravity systems failure.

Global gravity systems failure.

It doesn't have to be this hard.

Not hard is boring, and I hate boring.

Gravity restored.

Third signal. Kaminar.

Stardate: 1035.86.

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.

And I thought my chancellorship
would be bloodless.

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Fourth signal.

Boreth. Klingon territory.

Stardate: 1048.66.

A new time crystal could
let us send the Sphere data

into the future after all.

Fifth signal. Xahea.

Stardate: 1050.8.

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

My dilithium incubator...
it'll replicate the power

of a supernova and it'll
charge your crystal.

Michael?

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.

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.

You think this cage will hold me?

What if we transfer
the antimatter to antimatter pods?

Too risky.

You sure you can't reprogram
the guidance system?

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.

Discovery to Enterprise,
are you all right?

We're okay.

But we lost the admiral.

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.

You will.

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.

Oh, enough with the tantrum already.

Let's end this now, shall we?

You should know I've
magnetized the spore cube.

Enjoy.

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.

Somebody owes me a beer.

We are good to go, sir.

Shields back up to 40%.

More than enough, Captain.

Stand by to transport, Spock.

... Michael.

I love you, too, brother.

Commander Burnham, on your mark.

Burnham to Discovery. Let's go.

Lieutenant Detmer, full
power. Follow our signal.

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.

No!

Captain, they're all dead in the water.

Open fire.

Georgiou to bridge. I'm in Engineering.

Leland is dead.

Control is neutralized.

Copy, Commander.

We are on our way.

Go.

Go, go.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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