Star Trek: Discovery

- Michael Burnham. - Ash Tyler.

Give a sign that you're interested.

All my life, the conflict inside me

has been between logic and emotion.

You remind me of everything good.

You are my tether.

A Klingon took an interest in me.

It's you.

Speak your name.

We modified Voq into a shell that appears human.

We grafted his psyche into Tyler's.

An activated Klingon spy.

When I look at you now, I see Voq's eyes.

Was there ever really an Ash Tyler?

I loved him.

They've planted a bomb in the heart of your homeworld.

Use the fate of Kronos to bend them to your will.

I am the Torchbearer.

Voq has always believed in you, L'Rell.

I'm going with her.

- I'm gonna miss looking at you. - I see you, Ash.

In your eyes.

A new leader is needed to fulfill my lord's vision.

I am that leader.

The reunification of our race

begins

now.

Stardate 1029.46.

Personal log, Commander Michael Burnham.

Any rational explanation for the seven signals

that have appeared across the galaxy continues to escape me.

And with it, perhaps any chance of a relationship

with my brother, Spock.

What did he see in them that I can't?

My failure to understand feels like a failure

to reach him at a time when he might need me most.

Trainee half-marathon approaching.

On your left.

- Hi. - Hello.

- Hi. It's me. - Hello.

- It's me. - It's me.

Silly Stilly.

You're not really there.

You're dead. You're dead. You're not really there.

Of course I am, Silly Stilly.

Where did you come from?

- How come they don't see you? - Only you can.

Why

Don't you remember? I'm May, from junior high.

I'm May, from junior high. We were friends.

You're the nicest person I've met at this awful school.

I went to that school for six months.

Then my mother got another post, and we moved away,

and you and I have not spoken since then.

And another thing, you died.

Years ago.

Is that why you're upset

I'm upset because you are a symptom of an unfit mind.

And I can't have that right now. I just can't.

Oh, my...

The Command Training Program's half-marathon has a victor.

A lovely show of endurance and fortitude, Tilly.

You are dismissed, everyone.

But we will reconvene later in the day for Shadow Exercises.

We won.

There is no one else I would rather cheer on.

And support.

- And help. - Causing a nervous breakdown doesn't help.

- Tilly. - Set a new course record.

She also achieved...

Saru says you not only won, you beat your personal best.

See? That's how I'm helping you.

What a team we are.

It's the training you put me through.

Thank you, Michael.

I've gotta go, but congratulations.

You're amazing. Saru, wait up.

Yellow alert.

Undeclared craft on intercept course.

Bearing 358 mark zero.

Range, 9000 kilometers, and closing fast.

No other propulsion signatures in the sector.

Hailing on all frequencies, sir. They haven't responded.

Tell them if they get closer without saying who they are,

we will activate tactical systems.

- Aye, captain. - Owo, got anything on scans?

Detecting a small ship. Two life-forms.

Captain, they've opened up a channel.

It's a private vessel with a diplomatic registry number.

They aren't required to tell us more.

Captain asked to beam one aboard.

Now in range for a visual.

- On screen. - Aye, captain.

That ship is Vulcan.

That ship is Sarek's.

I recognize it.

He assembled a Federation task force to study the seven signals.

- He might have news for us. - He may want to discuss something else.

I reported Spock's advance knowledge of the signals to Command.

Information likely got back to the ambassador,

with the news that his son admitted himself

into a psychiatric hospital.

You didn't betray your friend, captain.

You followed protocol.

It's easy to say, harder to believe.

Have you heard from Spock's doctors on Starbase Five?

No, not yet.

Report to the transporter room, commander.

- Welcome the Vulcan ambassador aboard. - Yes, sir.

Deck Four.

Boarding confirmed.

Transporter lock established.

- Energize. - Aye, commander.

Amanda?

Please, don't react.

Spock needs our help.

I could only turn to you.

Out of the fire of war, life begins anew.

As your chancellor, this dynasty springs from me.

From the 24 great houses,

one offspring rises up.

Behold the D7,

the future battle cruiser of the Imperial Fleet.

It bears the banner of no single house,

but the insignia of our united empire...

My Torchbearer will oversee production of this ship...

A ship that shows the galaxy who we are,

and what it means to...

remain Klingon.

Remain Klingon!

Will you make this human our new fleet captain, too, chancellor?

Perhaps we should speak in the standard tongue, too.

Whatever language you prefer,

the truth remains the same.

The Torchbearer was anointed by T'Kuvma himself.

You mean Voq was.

If you want whatever this is as your plaything,

he belongs in your bed,

not here.

He belongs wherever I am.

Just like the allied Klingon houses,

our union is what makes us strong.

Your old way of thinking kept us at each other's throats.

Remove the paint from your face, Kol-Sha.

We are one culture now.

Your union is an insult to my son, Kol.

And all our sons who died by human treachery.

It is no coincidence

those seven red lights appeared from the sky

so soon after she took power.

They are an omen.

Seven drops of blood, ready to rain down on us.

Remove the paint.

Your chancellor doesn't get her hands dirty.

That's the Torchbearer's job,

whether he be human,

Klingon,

or both.

You know about the seven signals?

Yes.

Sarek informed me.

People are anxious to know what they are.

Attention, all cadets.

Duty log has been updated...

Spock's connected to them.

How?

He left a log claiming that he saw them,

long before they appeared to the Federation.

But until we can speak to him, we have no answers,

and I don't know what else to do.

I have no new angles to investigate.

Except the one I'm giving you.

I just came from Starbase Five.

I went to the psychiatric unit.

They wouldn't tell me where he was.

They wouldn't let me see him. They wouldn't say what was wrong with him.

They wouldn't even give me his personal effects.

You're his next of kin, and you're a diplomat's wife.

So, I did the only logical thing.

I stole his medical file.

It's encrypted.

Can you please open it?

- Mother. - Please.

Ujilli, you are looking well.

How was your walk?

I dedicated everything to your cause. Your uncle could acknowledge me.

He and the rest of House Mo'Kai believe in you.

We have enemies enough.

No need to dream up imaginary ones.

Kol-Sha is telling council members

that you are advising me to eliminate the great houses entirely.

My uncle is disseminating the truth to counteract his lies.

He looks at me and sees a human. They all do.

You should not care what anyone sees when they look at you.

On that subject, only my opinion matters.

Why do you insist on speaking English to me?

I'm not a human, L'Rell.

I'm a Klingon whose body was changed to resemble one.

If we expect others to acknowledge my Klingon side,

accept me as the Torchbearer, you must treat me like Voq.