Star Trek: Discovery (2017) s03e02 Episode Script
Far From Home
[Burnham] Previously on
Star Trek: Discovery:
[woman] Attention, all vessels.
Leland's fleet has arrived.
Control will not stop coming.
Eventually, Leland will find you.
[Leland] Last warning.
Transmit the data to me
or you will be destroyed.
The Sphere's data has already merged
with Discovery.
As long as Discovery exists here and now,
this will never be over.
Discovery has to go to the future.
Commander Burnham will use
the suit to open a wormhole.
Discovery will be on autopilot behind her.
[Tilly] We are here
because we're staying with you.
But I don't know what the future holds.
It is done, Michael.
And we are running out of time.
[weapons firing]
[Stamets] The housing is prepped.
I need that last panel!
[grunting]
[Nilsson] Oh, my God. No, no, no.
Paul, your injuries are pretty severe.
I'm gonna induce coma.
- [groans]
- You'll be fine!
This does not end here.
Actually, it does.
No!
Commander Burnham, on your mark.
Burnham to Discovery. Let's go.
Lieutenant Detmer, full power.
Follow our signal.
[engine whirring]
[rumbling]
[alarm wailing]
Back to stations!
[Saru] Lieutenant Detmer!
Everyone! Everyone, back to stations now!
[explosion]
Feels like my head is in a vice.
Tidal forces from the wormhole.
Like G-forces but nastier.
Must have knocked us all out,
including my damn back.
Commander, I can't get control.
Shields are collapsing.
Injuries on multiple decks.
Sensors are not responding, sir.
- Critical systems failing.
- Detmer!
Sir, Discovery is unresponsive.
Rerouting to gain control.
Brace!
- Brace! Brace!
- Brace! Brace!
We'll disintegrate in 15 seconds
at current velocity.
I've got minimal controls
back online, sir.
Recommendation, lieutenant?
A thermal roll.
Let the top of the shields
take some of the brunt.
Quickly, please.
Go hard.
[Saru] A glacier?
I need the spot with the highest thickness
and density levels.
- On it.
- Ready the graviton beam.
Activate deflector shields in bursts
to cushion our landing. On my mark.
[all] Aye, commander.
Up five degrees from port side,
ice is 50 meters thick.
- Copy.
- Is that deep enough?
- We're gonna find out.
- This is Commander Saru.
All decks prepare for impact.
Rhys, fire now!
Deflector shields are offline.
Hold us steady, lieutenant!
[grunting]
[panting]
[gasps]
Whoo!
[Reno] All right!
- [Bryce] Oh, yeah! Detmer!
- Yeah.
Well done, Lieutenant Detmer.
Someone buy that woman a drink.
And a neuroblocker for me.
Keyla?
Yeah?
We made it.
[laughs]
We're good.
Yeah.
You need to go to sickbay.
[grunts] No, it's nothing.
Your comrade is correct, lieutenant.
Get to sickbay.
Yes, sir.
Status reports?
Tactical systems are down.
As are long-range comms
and all in-ship communications, commander.
Sensors are not responding.
We don't know where we are,
and we don't know when we are, sir.
My back might be short-circuiting
my brain right now,
but I don't recall Terralysium
being particularly icy.
Can you speculate on the cause
of the systems outage?
Based on how hard we hit,
probably a plasma-manifold rupture.
We'll have to find and fix
all of the blown EPS relays
and conduits on the ship before
we can go anywhere. We can't fly.
We can't call for help.
We can't call Michael.
She's alone.
We are completely disconnected
at present, yes.
But we are also together and alive.
If Commander Burnham landed elsewhere,
I trust she is aware that we will find her
as soon as we are able.
Begin a search for the affected relays
and conduits.
Inform all you come in contact with
to do the same.
Crew members are to work in pairs
until internal communications
are reestablished.
Commander, we can't locate the problems
without internal sensors.
I can modify the tricorders,
like I did on the Hiawatha.
I will survey the damage in person.
And
I am aware that you all may feel
an expedited need to see
and understand what is out there.
But our first priority is in here.
The integrity of this ship and this crew.
- Am I clear?
- [all] Aye, sir.
Lieutenant Rhys, you have the conn.
Ensign, with me.
[electricity crackling]
Coming through, coming through.
On your right.
[Tilly] It's, uh It's odd.
There are, uh, excuse me, large pockets,
on the surface where the atmosphere
has higher levels of oxygen
than the rest of the planet.
Is there any discernible pattern?
A design?
Yes, sir.
Each pocket is essentially a decagon.
It would indicate to me
that someone made them.
And I know, but it's its only explanation.
Then we are not on Terralysium.
No, sir.
Um, but there is evidence
of an active settlement
in one of these pockets so there
There's life.
There is life?
How long for repairs, Mr. Bryce?
Well, it's not a repair, sir.
For this particular transtator,
it's a complete rebuild.
Six hours minimum.
Assuming we have enough rubindium.
So no communications until then.
[squeaking]
Um, you have some, uh,
Leland on your shoes.
Somebody had to make sure he was dead.
And someone else needs
to clean the spore cube.
There's gooey bits of him everywhere. You!
Did I hear you say
we still have no communications?
Uh
He will complete repairs as soon
as he is able, commander.
All available hands
are busy repairing the EPS grid.
- Do you require medical attention?
- Of course not.
We can spare one engineer.
Ah.
I have no desire to leave
Commander Burnham on her own.
But we must get all systems up and running
as quickly as possible.
Wherever we have arrived,
we are strangers,
and we cannot assume that we are welcome.
- Carry on, Mr. Bryce.
- Yes, sir.
Oh, commander!
Excuse me.
[footsteps approaching]
- [man] Elevate pressure.
- [Culber] Paul?
- Paul.
- [woman] Doctor, Paul!
[Culber] I know, I know.
I'm gonna induce coma. You'll be fine.
Where?
- [Culber] Can you hear me?
- Hm?
Follow my fingers.
Good. Good.
We made it through.
It was a pretty rough landing.
And I wouldn't have brought you
out so soon,
but there are some people
in really bad shape.
We need your biobed.
Worse than me?
Yeah.
- When are we?
- We don't know when we are.
Sensors are down, comms are down.
As soon as I have an answer,
I'll let you know, okay?
Gonna take you to
the cellular regeneration chamber.
You should be good in a few days.
- I'm good now.
- No. No, you're not.
Take it slow.
The The plasma manifold? The EPS grid?
- It's being handled.
- They'll need all the help they can get.
I'll tell you what,
I'll let you go to work if you can spell:
"my partner brought me out of a coma
and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."
Spell it.
My brain.
Yes, it's scrambled like an egg.
Come on. Slow.
[groans]
[Stamets] L-O-U-S-Y
T-S-H-I-R-T.
[Culber] "T-shirt" has a hyphen.
Cellular regeneration is the only way
we'll get you
even moderately functional today.
One full cycle minimum.
Five cycles,
if you wanna finish healing that scar.
- Ow, are you punishing me?
- Yes.
And I love you.
And that was a neuroblocker
to help with the pain, so you're welcome.
And if you don't stay in for a full cycle
before doing anything else,
I'll have Saru ground you. Understood?
Understood.
It's good to have you back.
It's good to have you alive.
Mm-hm. All right.
- He didn't make it?
- No.
[telepathically]
Your neurological tests are clear.
No concussion. You're good to go.
What?
I said you're good to go.
Is there something else?
No.
Thanks.
[Georgiou] Why is this here?
Shouldn't what's-his-name
be building the new assembly?
We don't have enough rubindium onboard.
No transtator means no communication,
not within the ship,
not outside of the ship,
and not to Michael, wherever she is.
Scans show that the settlement
has a natural supply of rubindium,
as well as several other minerals,
most of which
I can't even begin to identify.
[Georgiou] Looks like the future
has brought us
an entirely new elemental table.
I think there's enough able-bodied
to pull together a recon team.
Are there other relevant details
you've gathered thus far?
Not much. Um
I have a lot of information
about this planet,
but I don't know which planet we're on.
This is like reading
an obituary backwards.
The settlement only has 50 life signs,
but they have ships whose design
would presume warp capability
but I haven't gotten
any dilithium readings.
So, they can't possibly fly them.
I don't understand, but they have warp
and they have ships, so that's Uh
That's one common Um
- Mutual
- Should we get the training manual?
Or can you find your own way
to making a point?
- Commander.
- We need to fix communications,
and time is of the essence.
We are all acutely aware of that.
We will acquire what we need to repair
our transtator as quickly as possible.
And we will reveal as little of ourselves
as possible in the process.
They have an artificial atmosphere, Saru.
These are not Kelpiens
who have never seen a starship.
They have 930 years on us.
Why hide from them?
Assuming we arrived in the correct time,
we carry with us a knowledge of certain
past events that we cannot share,
lest we impact the present or future
of any society with which we interact.
Whether or not the local population
is more or less advanced is immaterial.
We will adhere
to their cultural standards.
We will barter peacefully.
We crash landed, and we're going in blind.
The chances that they greet us peacefully
are preposterously low.
We will not abandon what we believe.
If this were my planet,
I'd already have us surrounded,
weapons drawn.
I am not asking you
to participate, commander.
I am telling you what we will do
in your absence.
Ensign Tilly, you will join me.
- Me?
- Her?
[Georgiou]
Are you trying to get us all slaughtered?
She has as much
psychic dominance as a kitten.
Okay, what the?!
Report to sickbay.
We will have Dr. Pollard
administer appropriate treatment
so that we may breathe naturally
in this atmosphere.
Commander Nhan, I'm placing you
in charge of the ship's repairs.
And I need you to assist
in the repair of the EPS grid.
If we can't fly
to Commander Burnham's location,
we are of no use to her.
You are dismissed.
[groaning]
How many drugs are you on right now?
I'm just moving a little slowly.
As a person in great pain would move.
As I know all too well.
Let me take a wild guess,
you didn't find what you were looking for
and are now wondering if maybe
the problem's in the Jefferies tubes?
Why are you talking to me
as if we're working on this together?
- Because that's exactly what's happening.
- Absolutely not.
Saru wants us working on teams,
and apparently, if you can breathe,
you can work.
So, unless Hazmat over here is gonna be
helping after he cleans up Aisle 5
My name's Gene.
- I've already forgotten that.
- I don't need
I've already determined
the location of the ruptured relay.
Great. Let's go.
That wasn't an invitation.
I can do this on my own.
Fine. Then I'll just follow you
for the witty repartee.
[Tilly] Nobody's ever been here before.
No one's ever
had to say what this is like
or what this feels like. It's just
It's so weird.
I mean, there's a giant hunk of planet
hanging there in the sky.
Wish we had the time to figure out
how all this works.
Sorry, sir.
I'm talking because I'm scared.
I know.
Keep talking, ensign.
You know, on the ship,
I said the scans were odd or strange,
but it's not true, it's
We're odd and strange.
Not to each other.
Thank you for asking me
to accompany you, sir.
Why did you ask me to accompany you, sir?
I needed an engineer.
The ship's full of engineers.
Georgiou's an engineer.
An engineer I could trust.
She thinks I'm useless.
She's concerned for Michael
and lacks the self-awareness
to control her behavior
in such an unsettled state.
We are introducing ourselves
to the future.
You, Ensign Tilly,
are a wonderful first impression.
[sniffs]
First contact.
[Nhan] It's parasitic ice of some kind.
Nilsson and her team
were trying to figure it out.
So far, we know
it accelerates in the shade.
So, when the sun goes down, we're screwed.
All the more reason
to get off this piece of rock
before we're entombed like wooly mammoths.
[hull creaking]
Oh, well, that's a fun new sound.
All relays and conduits
are clear on Deck 4.
We could use some help on Deck 8.
What the hell are you doing here
besides saving their asses?
Saving your ass.
You're welcome.
I don't do gratitude.
You could've stayed on the Enterprise
and remained in the time
you were meant to be in,
if you believe in that kind of thing,
which I don't.
I stayed for Airiam.
She was a science officer,
but she paid the price of a soldier.
I felt like someone should honor that.
A life for a life, you know?
I do.
What an unbelievably shitty decision.
Says the woman who's still here.
Section 31 would have begged me
to take over sooner or later,
and bureaucracy is where fun goes to die.
I like jumping from universe to universe.
Commander.
The EPS grid is functional on Deck 6.
Hello, Georgiou.
You must have an enormous
visible spectrum.
Hm, 74,000 nanometers.
We should talk.
Report to Deck 8, Linus.
They could use help.
I'll join him.
See you later.
Those are blast marks on those rigs.
Somebody wanted to shut this place down.
So it would appear.
Not to state the obvious, sir,
but it occurs to me
that the somebody we're following
could be the same somebody
who wanted to shut this place down.
Could be a different somebody,
but if it's not,
then we would be walking into
a trap.
Maybe?
I would never expect any of my crew
to not have fear.
But I will ask you to contain it now.
Are you with me, ensign?
[Tilly] Hundred percent, sir.
Greetings.
We mean no harm.
- Our ship crashed.
- A Starfleet ship. We know.
So much for not giving ourselves away.
Who are you and what do you want?
I am Saru.
This is Tilly.
- My name lacks authority.
- What?
- What?
- We are officers of Starfleet.
Prove it.
You have already identified our ship.
Anyone could be flying that ship.
Starfleet regulation 256.15,
officers shall display behavior
befitting an officer at all times.
Which is why we're not
freaking out right now
by being held at Phaser-point
by a bunch of strangers.
It's actually really scary,
so can you please lower your weapons,
or I don't know, tell us your names,
so one of those things isn't true?
[weapon powers down]
[weapons power down]
My name is Kal.
[weapon powers down]
- I told you.
- They can't help us, Kal.
Yes, they can, and they will.
It's a part of them, how they are.
Friends, our navigation system is damaged.
What planet are we on?
It's never had a proper name.
We call our home The Colony.
We're miners. Many of us, Coridan.
Please, Kal,
Zareh will have tracked them here.
- I know.
- Who is Zareh?
[Kal] Can your ship fly?
Do you have a weapons system?
[Saru] We are a science vessel.
A piece of our communications equipment
is damaged.
Kal. They have to go.
Who is Zareh?
We have dilithium.
We do. We can help you.
We can help each other.
I told you.
- How much dilithium?
- Sufficient to power your vessels.
We need more.
And extra to sell at the exchange.
And we have to fix our equipment as well.
I am confident that we can come
to an agreement.
Give it to me. We have to hurry.
[Stamets] The blown relay can be accessed
via the junction point five meters up,
and then it's located 11 meters in.
Should be an easy fix.
Great. Let me know if you need any help.
I need you to access the blown relay.
Sorry, sunshine, spine says no.
[hull groans]
So, what, you're just gonna sit there?
I'm offering moral support.
And you're in great shape, right?
I mean, for two hours I've just heard
about how pain is not in your vocabulary.
Fine. I'm
experiencing some discomfort.
Yeah, you were impaled
by a 7-inch shard of duranium alloy.
And put in a coma.
Helpless is a shitty feeling,
but it is not forever,
and it doesn't make you any less capable.
Do us both a favor and just admit
that you're not bringing your A game.
Let's get Nilsson up there.
I'm sure she can do it.
No.
I'm good.
I've got this.
[Kal] I have never
seen anything like this.
How old is your starship?
[Tilly] Oh, we like to think of her
as a classic, so
[device powering up]
Is this your repair kit?
Whoa.
I've never seen rubindium do that.
This is programmable matter.
Yeah, no. No, I know.
That was a quiz. You passed.
Luckily, my repair database has equipment
with similar functionality
to your transtator.
Otherwise, I couldn't have helped.
Can't bake a peach pie
with a gazpacho recipe, right?
Oh, that's something
my grandma used to say.
You're really adept at that, wow.
Maybe I'm Starfleet material.
[chuckles]
I just always believed you would come.
And you did.
So
- Been a long time, huh?
- Yeah.
But once we're self-sufficient again,
we can defend ourselves.
Why did nobody try until now?
My brothers tried.
Might I inquire as to why this Zareh
inspires such fear?
Might I inquire how you managed to avoid
finding that out for yourself?
As I said, we have been adrift
for quite some time.
Yeah. Well, you should've stayed adrift.
You're just gonna make things worse.
Zareh's our courier.
He delivers what we can't make or grow,
which is pretty much everything.
And you have no dilithium to gather
what you need for yourselves.
How long has he exploited your community?
Since he blasted our equipment,
decapitated the last courier,
and took the route for himself.
And the Federation has not intervened?
[aircraft whirring]
Where are you from?
[rumbling]
Here we go!
You have to go now. Out the back.
But we've not held up
our end of the deal, your dilithium.
It won't matter if we're all dead.
Please, go!
[Zareh] You must be our friends
from the U.S.S. Discovery.
Hello, Kal. How's the family?
There was no trace of your vessel
in our databases.
We are an older model.
Aren't we all?
They've been in contact
with other Federation ships
who know where they are.
They've been adrift for a long time.
Kal, this is more
than I've heard you speak
since I've known you.
Our visitors must be having
a garrulous effect.
Must've been very disorienting for you,
being adrift.
- I'm good.
- [Zareh] Good.
We did, however,
register a freaky signature
right before you got here.
High-energy gamma rays
and gravitational waves.
Do you know how those show up?
Why those show up?
I bet you do.
You look so smart.
Say it.
Our mission is not of your concern.
Okay.
Get them a drink. Put it in a flask.
- We can drink as we walk.
- Where are you taking them?
Really, Kal?
Now you need to shut the hell up.
They're taking me to their ship.
No.
It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
There's no implied choice.
What is that you're hiding
behind your back, sweetheart?
Ah.
So, if they crashed and they needed you
to repair their communications,
well, that means that
they couldn't repair it themselves.
This is an easy fix with up-to-date tech,
but you don't have up-to-date anything.
High-energy gamma
and gravitational waves
You're time travelers.
I'm sure they really appreciate
that repair job, Kal.
[Saru] I gave him no choice.
If you take issue with that,
you may take issue with me.
I'll take issue with him.
[screaming]
[gun cocks]
[groaning]
No.
Or you won't live long enough
to watch her die.
[Zareh] Give me those bags.
I wanna see what they brought with them.
Scan the perimeter,
make sure they were stupid enough
to come here on their own.
Aya, contact the Tellarite Exchange.
I think we'll do better
breaking these down for parts.
Vintage tricorder, communicator.
I'm gonna get these to the Orions myself.
Zareh, I'm willing to discuss an exchange.
Those items for the release
of Os'lr and Tilly.
[in pidgin]
We will get further
using the common tongue.
[in English] Any captain with some miles
on him, even a V'draysh captain,
would know pidgin.
Are you new?
I should offer my congratulations.
The thing is, you got no authority here.
Whereas, the burn was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
Any success you achieve here
will be short-lived,
because we will not permit
your tyranny to stand.
But here it is, standing.
And you, and what's left of your ship,
aren't enough to do anything, really.
We're all adrift together.
All that matters now is dilithium.
Make it through the night.
You'll understand that.
So
shall we?
I have made my position clear.
I will not take you to our ship.
Principles, I get it.
If dilithium is your priority,
you and I will discuss
a reasonable trade here.
Then we will go back
to retrieve the dilithium.
Don't waste my time.
- Or your 72 crew members
- Eighty-eight.
Our wounded are still our crew.
Eighty-eight crew members
aboard your ship will, you know
they'll regret it.
You're running out of time
to get the Discovery off the ground.
[Zareth] The ice
is parasitic.
It'll crush the hull.
And eventually, everyone inside.
[Stamets over radio]
I'm at junction XG-11 beta. What now?
Tube will curve in three meters.
Damaged relay is one meter beyond that.
Commander?
Linus said Georgiou left Deck 8
to help out here?
And you believed that?
Georgiou, helping?
Seriously?
- Damn it.
- Two hundred units.
One hundred.
- One seventy-five.
- One hundred and fifty units.
See, that wasn't so hard.
Now you
I genuinely like you
And I believe you'll come back
with my property.
So, you're gonna go get me that dilithium.
How about we wait here where it's cozy?
But be quick, ensign.
Come nightfall
the ice
well, it does what parasites do.
It infests everything.
I've seen it get down someone's throat.
But you look like you can handle yourself.
Maybe you can outrun it.
Explosives help.
You forge yourself a path
back to us once it's dark.
Okay, sweetheart?
[Reno over radio]
Don't forget to disengage
the infuser matrix when you get there.
Do I look like I was hatched yesterday?
Do I look like a man who has no idea
what he's doing?
No, but you do look like a man
who is pain-free
and enjoys mixing metaphors.
Keep at it, cranky pants.
They said you might need
some help in here?
No. We're at the ne plus ultra
of personal satisfaction.
Say it just like that, "Ne plus ultra."
[rumbling]
- [groans]
- You okay up there?
[groaning]
Stamets!
- Paul!
- Is he okay?
Get Culber in here.
[man] We found her walking the perimeter.
[grunts]
Did I interrupt a critical moment
of diplomacy?
A one-woman tactical response?
V'draysh has officially reached its nadir.
A fancy vocabulary
doesn't mean you're scary.
It means you have a thesaurus.
- Shoot her.
- No, shoot him.
He's gonna get you killed.
This is when you ask, "Why?"
- Why?
- Glad you asked.
You think you're the only ones
that saw a big ship fall from the sky?
He knows your competitors
probably detected the ship,
and they're already on their way.
But he hasn't told you
you're too weak to take them out.
And you don't have the firepower.
Enough.
I'm gonna enjoy this new world.
If this idiot can run a settlement,
imagine what I can do in my sleep.
You got a mouth
but I got a gun.
We're gonna make this go real slow.
[grunting]
[grunting]
On my mark, get behind the bar.
[Georgiou laughs]
She's intense.
Go!
[glass shatters]
[weapon powers up]
[bones crack and man grunts]
[Georgiou grunts, then bones crack]
What you call pain,
I call foreplay.
Georgiou, you will not harm him further.
That is an order.
Killing him would be a service
to the galaxy.
Even you can't deny that.
This is not who we are.
It is who I am.
Guys?
Daylight's gone.
[metal groaning]
[Reno] We are running out of time.
Reach out your hand.
[groans]
Jett, I told you to come see me
if the pain got bad.
Oh, God.
I wasn't gonna leave him.
[Stamets groans]
What are you doing, Paul?
You're in a Jefferies tube!
What the hell were you thinking?
Hey, genius, he's stuck in a tube
in a ship in a vice,
and he's bleeding all over the place.
Argue about this later.
[Culber on comm] Listen, Paul,
everything's gonna be all right.
We're gonna focus
on one moment at a time, okay?
And we're gonna do all of this
slowly and carefully.
Because I need you out of there alive
so I can kill you.
Stamets, I know you love
the sound of my voice.
You realize this is my nightmare?
I live to serve.
Use your multi-tool
to open that compartment.
Take hold of the infuser matrix,
and remove it.
[Culber] Easy breathing, okay?
Try to slow it all down if you can.
Pull out the damaged anodyne circuit.
Replace it with the new one.
[rumbling]
[Stamets groaning]
Now replace the infuser matrix.
I think I
Did I do it?
[devices whirring]
Yes, you did.
Hugh?
Thanks.
Jett, thanks for nothing.
- Back at you, bobcat.
- Bobcat?
I don't know, I'm on drugs.
Commander Georgiou, give me your weapon.
Move out of my way.
This degree of violence
is completely without justification.
If not for me, you'd both be dead.
And he'd be taking our dilithium
as we speak.
Shoot them,
or you'll never get another delivery.
I'll take out the silos
that maintain your atmosphere.
Your kids will die gasping.
Gasping!
[grunts]
Sorry, sweetheart.
Give me your weapon.
Now.
I like my weapon.
We defeated Control
and lost lives in the process.
That sacrifice was not for this,
commander.
I am the acting captain of the vessel
that brought you here. Stand down.
[Georgiou chuckles]
Kal always believed that
you were out there somewhere.
And that we were a part of the Federation
no matter what.
I get now why he never stopped
talking about you.
I am truly sorry we could not save him.
We will send more than enough dilithium
for you to reach
the exchange Kal mentioned
and repair your mining equipment.
And we will leave you his vessel.
But it is not our place
to decide his fate.
It is yours.
We have done enough damage here,
and we humbly apologize.
You're free to go.
I won't last the night.
You were willing to send her out there.
Can I give him your pack?
And if I see you reaching for it
I'll shoot you in the back.
[grunts]
And if you manage to live
and decide you're feeling punitive
about this settlement,
I'll come back and rip your throat out.
We'd better get you back to your ship.
Personal transporter.
Welcome to the future.
Commander, internal comms
are back up and running.
We are good to go.
All crew, this is Commander Saru.
Stations please.
- Tactical is still offline.
- Sensors at 73 percent.
External comms still reinitializing.
Three minutes until ready.
Shields back in three minutes as well.
Other operational systems online.
None at full functionality just yet,
but we'll be all right.
[Saru] Lieutenant Detmer?
Lieutenant Detmer, status report?
Impulse engines and maneuvering thrusters
are ready, sir, but we've never
I am well aware that starships were not
designed for lift-off in this fashion,
but we have no choice.
Full power, please.
Aye, sir.
Full power to thrusters.
Hold us steady, lieutenant.
[hull groaning]
Divert all auxiliary power
to main thrusters.
Diverting power now, sir.
Sensors are showing hull strain
in the lower decks.
System temperatures are exceeding
nominal levels, commander.
Commander, something is coming toward us.
Something big.
Enemy vessel. Right on top of us.
Seems like Zareh's
more powerful friends have found us.
- Red alert. Shields up.
- I need 18 more seconds.
[Saru] Lieutenant Detmer,
get us out of here.
[Detmer] I'm trying, sir.
[Saru] Lieutenant, where are we
with those shields?
Tractor beam.
They've grabbed ahold of our ship.
Comms are back online, commander.
And we're being hailed.
Shields are also back online.
Weapons armed and ready.
What do you want us to do?
Open a channel, Mr. Bryce.
We will face whatever or whomever
has come for us together.
Channel open.
On view screen, please.
[chuckling]
Saru!
Michael?
Yeah. It's me.
I found you.
I've been looking for so long.
You You're
- You look
- Saru
I landed here a year ago.
I've been waiting for all of you,
all this time.
Star Trek: Discovery:
[woman] Attention, all vessels.
Leland's fleet has arrived.
Control will not stop coming.
Eventually, Leland will find you.
[Leland] Last warning.
Transmit the data to me
or you will be destroyed.
The Sphere's data has already merged
with Discovery.
As long as Discovery exists here and now,
this will never be over.
Discovery has to go to the future.
Commander Burnham will use
the suit to open a wormhole.
Discovery will be on autopilot behind her.
[Tilly] We are here
because we're staying with you.
But I don't know what the future holds.
It is done, Michael.
And we are running out of time.
[weapons firing]
[Stamets] The housing is prepped.
I need that last panel!
[grunting]
[Nilsson] Oh, my God. No, no, no.
Paul, your injuries are pretty severe.
I'm gonna induce coma.
- [groans]
- You'll be fine!
This does not end here.
Actually, it does.
No!
Commander Burnham, on your mark.
Burnham to Discovery. Let's go.
Lieutenant Detmer, full power.
Follow our signal.
[engine whirring]
[rumbling]
[alarm wailing]
Back to stations!
[Saru] Lieutenant Detmer!
Everyone! Everyone, back to stations now!
[explosion]
Feels like my head is in a vice.
Tidal forces from the wormhole.
Like G-forces but nastier.
Must have knocked us all out,
including my damn back.
Commander, I can't get control.
Shields are collapsing.
Injuries on multiple decks.
Sensors are not responding, sir.
- Critical systems failing.
- Detmer!
Sir, Discovery is unresponsive.
Rerouting to gain control.
Brace!
- Brace! Brace!
- Brace! Brace!
We'll disintegrate in 15 seconds
at current velocity.
I've got minimal controls
back online, sir.
Recommendation, lieutenant?
A thermal roll.
Let the top of the shields
take some of the brunt.
Quickly, please.
Go hard.
[Saru] A glacier?
I need the spot with the highest thickness
and density levels.
- On it.
- Ready the graviton beam.
Activate deflector shields in bursts
to cushion our landing. On my mark.
[all] Aye, commander.
Up five degrees from port side,
ice is 50 meters thick.
- Copy.
- Is that deep enough?
- We're gonna find out.
- This is Commander Saru.
All decks prepare for impact.
Rhys, fire now!
Deflector shields are offline.
Hold us steady, lieutenant!
[grunting]
[panting]
[gasps]
Whoo!
[Reno] All right!
- [Bryce] Oh, yeah! Detmer!
- Yeah.
Well done, Lieutenant Detmer.
Someone buy that woman a drink.
And a neuroblocker for me.
Keyla?
Yeah?
We made it.
[laughs]
We're good.
Yeah.
You need to go to sickbay.
[grunts] No, it's nothing.
Your comrade is correct, lieutenant.
Get to sickbay.
Yes, sir.
Status reports?
Tactical systems are down.
As are long-range comms
and all in-ship communications, commander.
Sensors are not responding.
We don't know where we are,
and we don't know when we are, sir.
My back might be short-circuiting
my brain right now,
but I don't recall Terralysium
being particularly icy.
Can you speculate on the cause
of the systems outage?
Based on how hard we hit,
probably a plasma-manifold rupture.
We'll have to find and fix
all of the blown EPS relays
and conduits on the ship before
we can go anywhere. We can't fly.
We can't call for help.
We can't call Michael.
She's alone.
We are completely disconnected
at present, yes.
But we are also together and alive.
If Commander Burnham landed elsewhere,
I trust she is aware that we will find her
as soon as we are able.
Begin a search for the affected relays
and conduits.
Inform all you come in contact with
to do the same.
Crew members are to work in pairs
until internal communications
are reestablished.
Commander, we can't locate the problems
without internal sensors.
I can modify the tricorders,
like I did on the Hiawatha.
I will survey the damage in person.
And
I am aware that you all may feel
an expedited need to see
and understand what is out there.
But our first priority is in here.
The integrity of this ship and this crew.
- Am I clear?
- [all] Aye, sir.
Lieutenant Rhys, you have the conn.
Ensign, with me.
[electricity crackling]
Coming through, coming through.
On your right.
[Tilly] It's, uh It's odd.
There are, uh, excuse me, large pockets,
on the surface where the atmosphere
has higher levels of oxygen
than the rest of the planet.
Is there any discernible pattern?
A design?
Yes, sir.
Each pocket is essentially a decagon.
It would indicate to me
that someone made them.
And I know, but it's its only explanation.
Then we are not on Terralysium.
No, sir.
Um, but there is evidence
of an active settlement
in one of these pockets so there
There's life.
There is life?
How long for repairs, Mr. Bryce?
Well, it's not a repair, sir.
For this particular transtator,
it's a complete rebuild.
Six hours minimum.
Assuming we have enough rubindium.
So no communications until then.
[squeaking]
Um, you have some, uh,
Leland on your shoes.
Somebody had to make sure he was dead.
And someone else needs
to clean the spore cube.
There's gooey bits of him everywhere. You!
Did I hear you say
we still have no communications?
Uh
He will complete repairs as soon
as he is able, commander.
All available hands
are busy repairing the EPS grid.
- Do you require medical attention?
- Of course not.
We can spare one engineer.
Ah.
I have no desire to leave
Commander Burnham on her own.
But we must get all systems up and running
as quickly as possible.
Wherever we have arrived,
we are strangers,
and we cannot assume that we are welcome.
- Carry on, Mr. Bryce.
- Yes, sir.
Oh, commander!
Excuse me.
[footsteps approaching]
- [man] Elevate pressure.
- [Culber] Paul?
- Paul.
- [woman] Doctor, Paul!
[Culber] I know, I know.
I'm gonna induce coma. You'll be fine.
Where?
- [Culber] Can you hear me?
- Hm?
Follow my fingers.
Good. Good.
We made it through.
It was a pretty rough landing.
And I wouldn't have brought you
out so soon,
but there are some people
in really bad shape.
We need your biobed.
Worse than me?
Yeah.
- When are we?
- We don't know when we are.
Sensors are down, comms are down.
As soon as I have an answer,
I'll let you know, okay?
Gonna take you to
the cellular regeneration chamber.
You should be good in a few days.
- I'm good now.
- No. No, you're not.
Take it slow.
The The plasma manifold? The EPS grid?
- It's being handled.
- They'll need all the help they can get.
I'll tell you what,
I'll let you go to work if you can spell:
"my partner brought me out of a coma
and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."
Spell it.
My brain.
Yes, it's scrambled like an egg.
Come on. Slow.
[groans]
[Stamets] L-O-U-S-Y
T-S-H-I-R-T.
[Culber] "T-shirt" has a hyphen.
Cellular regeneration is the only way
we'll get you
even moderately functional today.
One full cycle minimum.
Five cycles,
if you wanna finish healing that scar.
- Ow, are you punishing me?
- Yes.
And I love you.
And that was a neuroblocker
to help with the pain, so you're welcome.
And if you don't stay in for a full cycle
before doing anything else,
I'll have Saru ground you. Understood?
Understood.
It's good to have you back.
It's good to have you alive.
Mm-hm. All right.
- He didn't make it?
- No.
[telepathically]
Your neurological tests are clear.
No concussion. You're good to go.
What?
I said you're good to go.
Is there something else?
No.
Thanks.
[Georgiou] Why is this here?
Shouldn't what's-his-name
be building the new assembly?
We don't have enough rubindium onboard.
No transtator means no communication,
not within the ship,
not outside of the ship,
and not to Michael, wherever she is.
Scans show that the settlement
has a natural supply of rubindium,
as well as several other minerals,
most of which
I can't even begin to identify.
[Georgiou] Looks like the future
has brought us
an entirely new elemental table.
I think there's enough able-bodied
to pull together a recon team.
Are there other relevant details
you've gathered thus far?
Not much. Um
I have a lot of information
about this planet,
but I don't know which planet we're on.
This is like reading
an obituary backwards.
The settlement only has 50 life signs,
but they have ships whose design
would presume warp capability
but I haven't gotten
any dilithium readings.
So, they can't possibly fly them.
I don't understand, but they have warp
and they have ships, so that's Uh
That's one common Um
- Mutual
- Should we get the training manual?
Or can you find your own way
to making a point?
- Commander.
- We need to fix communications,
and time is of the essence.
We are all acutely aware of that.
We will acquire what we need to repair
our transtator as quickly as possible.
And we will reveal as little of ourselves
as possible in the process.
They have an artificial atmosphere, Saru.
These are not Kelpiens
who have never seen a starship.
They have 930 years on us.
Why hide from them?
Assuming we arrived in the correct time,
we carry with us a knowledge of certain
past events that we cannot share,
lest we impact the present or future
of any society with which we interact.
Whether or not the local population
is more or less advanced is immaterial.
We will adhere
to their cultural standards.
We will barter peacefully.
We crash landed, and we're going in blind.
The chances that they greet us peacefully
are preposterously low.
We will not abandon what we believe.
If this were my planet,
I'd already have us surrounded,
weapons drawn.
I am not asking you
to participate, commander.
I am telling you what we will do
in your absence.
Ensign Tilly, you will join me.
- Me?
- Her?
[Georgiou]
Are you trying to get us all slaughtered?
She has as much
psychic dominance as a kitten.
Okay, what the?!
Report to sickbay.
We will have Dr. Pollard
administer appropriate treatment
so that we may breathe naturally
in this atmosphere.
Commander Nhan, I'm placing you
in charge of the ship's repairs.
And I need you to assist
in the repair of the EPS grid.
If we can't fly
to Commander Burnham's location,
we are of no use to her.
You are dismissed.
[groaning]
How many drugs are you on right now?
I'm just moving a little slowly.
As a person in great pain would move.
As I know all too well.
Let me take a wild guess,
you didn't find what you were looking for
and are now wondering if maybe
the problem's in the Jefferies tubes?
Why are you talking to me
as if we're working on this together?
- Because that's exactly what's happening.
- Absolutely not.
Saru wants us working on teams,
and apparently, if you can breathe,
you can work.
So, unless Hazmat over here is gonna be
helping after he cleans up Aisle 5
My name's Gene.
- I've already forgotten that.
- I don't need
I've already determined
the location of the ruptured relay.
Great. Let's go.
That wasn't an invitation.
I can do this on my own.
Fine. Then I'll just follow you
for the witty repartee.
[Tilly] Nobody's ever been here before.
No one's ever
had to say what this is like
or what this feels like. It's just
It's so weird.
I mean, there's a giant hunk of planet
hanging there in the sky.
Wish we had the time to figure out
how all this works.
Sorry, sir.
I'm talking because I'm scared.
I know.
Keep talking, ensign.
You know, on the ship,
I said the scans were odd or strange,
but it's not true, it's
We're odd and strange.
Not to each other.
Thank you for asking me
to accompany you, sir.
Why did you ask me to accompany you, sir?
I needed an engineer.
The ship's full of engineers.
Georgiou's an engineer.
An engineer I could trust.
She thinks I'm useless.
She's concerned for Michael
and lacks the self-awareness
to control her behavior
in such an unsettled state.
We are introducing ourselves
to the future.
You, Ensign Tilly,
are a wonderful first impression.
[sniffs]
First contact.
[Nhan] It's parasitic ice of some kind.
Nilsson and her team
were trying to figure it out.
So far, we know
it accelerates in the shade.
So, when the sun goes down, we're screwed.
All the more reason
to get off this piece of rock
before we're entombed like wooly mammoths.
[hull creaking]
Oh, well, that's a fun new sound.
All relays and conduits
are clear on Deck 4.
We could use some help on Deck 8.
What the hell are you doing here
besides saving their asses?
Saving your ass.
You're welcome.
I don't do gratitude.
You could've stayed on the Enterprise
and remained in the time
you were meant to be in,
if you believe in that kind of thing,
which I don't.
I stayed for Airiam.
She was a science officer,
but she paid the price of a soldier.
I felt like someone should honor that.
A life for a life, you know?
I do.
What an unbelievably shitty decision.
Says the woman who's still here.
Section 31 would have begged me
to take over sooner or later,
and bureaucracy is where fun goes to die.
I like jumping from universe to universe.
Commander.
The EPS grid is functional on Deck 6.
Hello, Georgiou.
You must have an enormous
visible spectrum.
Hm, 74,000 nanometers.
We should talk.
Report to Deck 8, Linus.
They could use help.
I'll join him.
See you later.
Those are blast marks on those rigs.
Somebody wanted to shut this place down.
So it would appear.
Not to state the obvious, sir,
but it occurs to me
that the somebody we're following
could be the same somebody
who wanted to shut this place down.
Could be a different somebody,
but if it's not,
then we would be walking into
a trap.
Maybe?
I would never expect any of my crew
to not have fear.
But I will ask you to contain it now.
Are you with me, ensign?
[Tilly] Hundred percent, sir.
Greetings.
We mean no harm.
- Our ship crashed.
- A Starfleet ship. We know.
So much for not giving ourselves away.
Who are you and what do you want?
I am Saru.
This is Tilly.
- My name lacks authority.
- What?
- What?
- We are officers of Starfleet.
Prove it.
You have already identified our ship.
Anyone could be flying that ship.
Starfleet regulation 256.15,
officers shall display behavior
befitting an officer at all times.
Which is why we're not
freaking out right now
by being held at Phaser-point
by a bunch of strangers.
It's actually really scary,
so can you please lower your weapons,
or I don't know, tell us your names,
so one of those things isn't true?
[weapon powers down]
[weapons power down]
My name is Kal.
[weapon powers down]
- I told you.
- They can't help us, Kal.
Yes, they can, and they will.
It's a part of them, how they are.
Friends, our navigation system is damaged.
What planet are we on?
It's never had a proper name.
We call our home The Colony.
We're miners. Many of us, Coridan.
Please, Kal,
Zareh will have tracked them here.
- I know.
- Who is Zareh?
[Kal] Can your ship fly?
Do you have a weapons system?
[Saru] We are a science vessel.
A piece of our communications equipment
is damaged.
Kal. They have to go.
Who is Zareh?
We have dilithium.
We do. We can help you.
We can help each other.
I told you.
- How much dilithium?
- Sufficient to power your vessels.
We need more.
And extra to sell at the exchange.
And we have to fix our equipment as well.
I am confident that we can come
to an agreement.
Give it to me. We have to hurry.
[Stamets] The blown relay can be accessed
via the junction point five meters up,
and then it's located 11 meters in.
Should be an easy fix.
Great. Let me know if you need any help.
I need you to access the blown relay.
Sorry, sunshine, spine says no.
[hull groans]
So, what, you're just gonna sit there?
I'm offering moral support.
And you're in great shape, right?
I mean, for two hours I've just heard
about how pain is not in your vocabulary.
Fine. I'm
experiencing some discomfort.
Yeah, you were impaled
by a 7-inch shard of duranium alloy.
And put in a coma.
Helpless is a shitty feeling,
but it is not forever,
and it doesn't make you any less capable.
Do us both a favor and just admit
that you're not bringing your A game.
Let's get Nilsson up there.
I'm sure she can do it.
No.
I'm good.
I've got this.
[Kal] I have never
seen anything like this.
How old is your starship?
[Tilly] Oh, we like to think of her
as a classic, so
[device powering up]
Is this your repair kit?
Whoa.
I've never seen rubindium do that.
This is programmable matter.
Yeah, no. No, I know.
That was a quiz. You passed.
Luckily, my repair database has equipment
with similar functionality
to your transtator.
Otherwise, I couldn't have helped.
Can't bake a peach pie
with a gazpacho recipe, right?
Oh, that's something
my grandma used to say.
You're really adept at that, wow.
Maybe I'm Starfleet material.
[chuckles]
I just always believed you would come.
And you did.
So
- Been a long time, huh?
- Yeah.
But once we're self-sufficient again,
we can defend ourselves.
Why did nobody try until now?
My brothers tried.
Might I inquire as to why this Zareh
inspires such fear?
Might I inquire how you managed to avoid
finding that out for yourself?
As I said, we have been adrift
for quite some time.
Yeah. Well, you should've stayed adrift.
You're just gonna make things worse.
Zareh's our courier.
He delivers what we can't make or grow,
which is pretty much everything.
And you have no dilithium to gather
what you need for yourselves.
How long has he exploited your community?
Since he blasted our equipment,
decapitated the last courier,
and took the route for himself.
And the Federation has not intervened?
[aircraft whirring]
Where are you from?
[rumbling]
Here we go!
You have to go now. Out the back.
But we've not held up
our end of the deal, your dilithium.
It won't matter if we're all dead.
Please, go!
[Zareh] You must be our friends
from the U.S.S. Discovery.
Hello, Kal. How's the family?
There was no trace of your vessel
in our databases.
We are an older model.
Aren't we all?
They've been in contact
with other Federation ships
who know where they are.
They've been adrift for a long time.
Kal, this is more
than I've heard you speak
since I've known you.
Our visitors must be having
a garrulous effect.
Must've been very disorienting for you,
being adrift.
- I'm good.
- [Zareh] Good.
We did, however,
register a freaky signature
right before you got here.
High-energy gamma rays
and gravitational waves.
Do you know how those show up?
Why those show up?
I bet you do.
You look so smart.
Say it.
Our mission is not of your concern.
Okay.
Get them a drink. Put it in a flask.
- We can drink as we walk.
- Where are you taking them?
Really, Kal?
Now you need to shut the hell up.
They're taking me to their ship.
No.
It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
There's no implied choice.
What is that you're hiding
behind your back, sweetheart?
Ah.
So, if they crashed and they needed you
to repair their communications,
well, that means that
they couldn't repair it themselves.
This is an easy fix with up-to-date tech,
but you don't have up-to-date anything.
High-energy gamma
and gravitational waves
You're time travelers.
I'm sure they really appreciate
that repair job, Kal.
[Saru] I gave him no choice.
If you take issue with that,
you may take issue with me.
I'll take issue with him.
[screaming]
[gun cocks]
[groaning]
No.
Or you won't live long enough
to watch her die.
[Zareh] Give me those bags.
I wanna see what they brought with them.
Scan the perimeter,
make sure they were stupid enough
to come here on their own.
Aya, contact the Tellarite Exchange.
I think we'll do better
breaking these down for parts.
Vintage tricorder, communicator.
I'm gonna get these to the Orions myself.
Zareh, I'm willing to discuss an exchange.
Those items for the release
of Os'lr and Tilly.
[in pidgin]
We will get further
using the common tongue.
[in English] Any captain with some miles
on him, even a V'draysh captain,
would know pidgin.
Are you new?
I should offer my congratulations.
The thing is, you got no authority here.
Whereas, the burn was the best thing
that ever happened to me.
Any success you achieve here
will be short-lived,
because we will not permit
your tyranny to stand.
But here it is, standing.
And you, and what's left of your ship,
aren't enough to do anything, really.
We're all adrift together.
All that matters now is dilithium.
Make it through the night.
You'll understand that.
So
shall we?
I have made my position clear.
I will not take you to our ship.
Principles, I get it.
If dilithium is your priority,
you and I will discuss
a reasonable trade here.
Then we will go back
to retrieve the dilithium.
Don't waste my time.
- Or your 72 crew members
- Eighty-eight.
Our wounded are still our crew.
Eighty-eight crew members
aboard your ship will, you know
they'll regret it.
You're running out of time
to get the Discovery off the ground.
[Zareth] The ice
is parasitic.
It'll crush the hull.
And eventually, everyone inside.
[Stamets over radio]
I'm at junction XG-11 beta. What now?
Tube will curve in three meters.
Damaged relay is one meter beyond that.
Commander?
Linus said Georgiou left Deck 8
to help out here?
And you believed that?
Georgiou, helping?
Seriously?
- Damn it.
- Two hundred units.
One hundred.
- One seventy-five.
- One hundred and fifty units.
See, that wasn't so hard.
Now you
I genuinely like you
And I believe you'll come back
with my property.
So, you're gonna go get me that dilithium.
How about we wait here where it's cozy?
But be quick, ensign.
Come nightfall
the ice
well, it does what parasites do.
It infests everything.
I've seen it get down someone's throat.
But you look like you can handle yourself.
Maybe you can outrun it.
Explosives help.
You forge yourself a path
back to us once it's dark.
Okay, sweetheart?
[Reno over radio]
Don't forget to disengage
the infuser matrix when you get there.
Do I look like I was hatched yesterday?
Do I look like a man who has no idea
what he's doing?
No, but you do look like a man
who is pain-free
and enjoys mixing metaphors.
Keep at it, cranky pants.
They said you might need
some help in here?
No. We're at the ne plus ultra
of personal satisfaction.
Say it just like that, "Ne plus ultra."
[rumbling]
- [groans]
- You okay up there?
[groaning]
Stamets!
- Paul!
- Is he okay?
Get Culber in here.
[man] We found her walking the perimeter.
[grunts]
Did I interrupt a critical moment
of diplomacy?
A one-woman tactical response?
V'draysh has officially reached its nadir.
A fancy vocabulary
doesn't mean you're scary.
It means you have a thesaurus.
- Shoot her.
- No, shoot him.
He's gonna get you killed.
This is when you ask, "Why?"
- Why?
- Glad you asked.
You think you're the only ones
that saw a big ship fall from the sky?
He knows your competitors
probably detected the ship,
and they're already on their way.
But he hasn't told you
you're too weak to take them out.
And you don't have the firepower.
Enough.
I'm gonna enjoy this new world.
If this idiot can run a settlement,
imagine what I can do in my sleep.
You got a mouth
but I got a gun.
We're gonna make this go real slow.
[grunting]
[grunting]
On my mark, get behind the bar.
[Georgiou laughs]
She's intense.
Go!
[glass shatters]
[weapon powers up]
[bones crack and man grunts]
[Georgiou grunts, then bones crack]
What you call pain,
I call foreplay.
Georgiou, you will not harm him further.
That is an order.
Killing him would be a service
to the galaxy.
Even you can't deny that.
This is not who we are.
It is who I am.
Guys?
Daylight's gone.
[metal groaning]
[Reno] We are running out of time.
Reach out your hand.
[groans]
Jett, I told you to come see me
if the pain got bad.
Oh, God.
I wasn't gonna leave him.
[Stamets groans]
What are you doing, Paul?
You're in a Jefferies tube!
What the hell were you thinking?
Hey, genius, he's stuck in a tube
in a ship in a vice,
and he's bleeding all over the place.
Argue about this later.
[Culber on comm] Listen, Paul,
everything's gonna be all right.
We're gonna focus
on one moment at a time, okay?
And we're gonna do all of this
slowly and carefully.
Because I need you out of there alive
so I can kill you.
Stamets, I know you love
the sound of my voice.
You realize this is my nightmare?
I live to serve.
Use your multi-tool
to open that compartment.
Take hold of the infuser matrix,
and remove it.
[Culber] Easy breathing, okay?
Try to slow it all down if you can.
Pull out the damaged anodyne circuit.
Replace it with the new one.
[rumbling]
[Stamets groaning]
Now replace the infuser matrix.
I think I
Did I do it?
[devices whirring]
Yes, you did.
Hugh?
Thanks.
Jett, thanks for nothing.
- Back at you, bobcat.
- Bobcat?
I don't know, I'm on drugs.
Commander Georgiou, give me your weapon.
Move out of my way.
This degree of violence
is completely without justification.
If not for me, you'd both be dead.
And he'd be taking our dilithium
as we speak.
Shoot them,
or you'll never get another delivery.
I'll take out the silos
that maintain your atmosphere.
Your kids will die gasping.
Gasping!
[grunts]
Sorry, sweetheart.
Give me your weapon.
Now.
I like my weapon.
We defeated Control
and lost lives in the process.
That sacrifice was not for this,
commander.
I am the acting captain of the vessel
that brought you here. Stand down.
[Georgiou chuckles]
Kal always believed that
you were out there somewhere.
And that we were a part of the Federation
no matter what.
I get now why he never stopped
talking about you.
I am truly sorry we could not save him.
We will send more than enough dilithium
for you to reach
the exchange Kal mentioned
and repair your mining equipment.
And we will leave you his vessel.
But it is not our place
to decide his fate.
It is yours.
We have done enough damage here,
and we humbly apologize.
You're free to go.
I won't last the night.
You were willing to send her out there.
Can I give him your pack?
And if I see you reaching for it
I'll shoot you in the back.
[grunts]
And if you manage to live
and decide you're feeling punitive
about this settlement,
I'll come back and rip your throat out.
We'd better get you back to your ship.
Personal transporter.
Welcome to the future.
Commander, internal comms
are back up and running.
We are good to go.
All crew, this is Commander Saru.
Stations please.
- Tactical is still offline.
- Sensors at 73 percent.
External comms still reinitializing.
Three minutes until ready.
Shields back in three minutes as well.
Other operational systems online.
None at full functionality just yet,
but we'll be all right.
[Saru] Lieutenant Detmer?
Lieutenant Detmer, status report?
Impulse engines and maneuvering thrusters
are ready, sir, but we've never
I am well aware that starships were not
designed for lift-off in this fashion,
but we have no choice.
Full power, please.
Aye, sir.
Full power to thrusters.
Hold us steady, lieutenant.
[hull groaning]
Divert all auxiliary power
to main thrusters.
Diverting power now, sir.
Sensors are showing hull strain
in the lower decks.
System temperatures are exceeding
nominal levels, commander.
Commander, something is coming toward us.
Something big.
Enemy vessel. Right on top of us.
Seems like Zareh's
more powerful friends have found us.
- Red alert. Shields up.
- I need 18 more seconds.
[Saru] Lieutenant Detmer,
get us out of here.
[Detmer] I'm trying, sir.
[Saru] Lieutenant, where are we
with those shields?
Tractor beam.
They've grabbed ahold of our ship.
Comms are back online, commander.
And we're being hailed.
Shields are also back online.
Weapons armed and ready.
What do you want us to do?
Open a channel, Mr. Bryce.
We will face whatever or whomever
has come for us together.
Channel open.
On view screen, please.
[chuckling]
Saru!
Michael?
Yeah. It's me.
I found you.
I've been looking for so long.
You You're
- You look
- Saru
I landed here a year ago.
I've been waiting for all of you,
all this time.