Star Trek: Discovery

Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

Our ship is enclosed

in a membrane of unknown substance.

It appears to be an orb of some kind.

Tell Stamets to assemble a team

and figure out a way to get us out of this thing.

The DMA could destroy both of our worlds.

They must be evacuating, even now.

The math doesn't lie.

Most will not be saved.

We have a problem. -What is it?

We have only 12 hours before the DMA reaches Earth.

Won't take nearly that long to get us out of here.

Where do I come in?

You'll hack Discovery'ssystems,

and vent the plasma through the starboard nacelle.

We can't do this without you.

It's done.

Just make sure you stop the damn thing in time.

I am not certain how to step into danger with one

for whom I have such personal fondness.

This is one of the reasons I avoid closeness with others.

Um...

Something is coming.

A life-form.

They responded to our expression of suffering

with an expression of great sadness.

And if they have empathy for us, diplomacy can work.

-Your friend Tarka's gonna kill us all. -I won't let you do this.

I never wanted this, Book.

Never. 30 minutes left.

Then we're out of this orb and on our way.

We just received an urgent message from Booker's ship.

It's Reno.

Tarka's got me and Book locked up.

If he takes out the DMA the way he wants to,

it'll destroy the hyperfield, the Ten-C...

probablyDiscovery, too.

It'll also leave a toxic void,

same as we got stuck in, heading straight for Earth.

You have to stop us, whatever it takes.

Each deck of Federation Headquarters is able

-to function independently... -

...essentially as its own life lifeboat,

so don't waste any space.

As soon as your deck is filled to capacity,

report to your CO, who will detach and warp

to Evacuation Base Gamma.

We need to get as many people to safety

as quickly as possible.

Lieutenant Simms, please report to shuttle bay.

People are scared. They're losing everything.

They're gonna be looking to the Federation for guidance,

for safety, for hope.

We get to give that to them.

Attention all personnel, please stand by.

We'll be dropping out of warp in one minute.

All available officers are on evac duty.

Our job is to help them succeed.

As of now, you are no longer cadets.

I know you may not feel ready, but I assure you, you are.

We can do this.

Dismissed. Gorev, Harral, you're with me.

Deck 29's at capacity.

Requesting permission to undock.

Permission granted.

See you at the rendezvous point.

Admiral Vance. Ni'Var has 17 ships

heading to the evacuation base.

Do you want me to bring them here after they unload?

No. They should stick to the plan.

Ni'Var only has 86 warp-capable ships as it is.

-Yes, sir. -How long do we have here, sir,

-to help Earth? -Four hours until the DMA starts to hit.

Well, the Mitchellis at Titan;

even with the entire colony on board,

they won't hit capacity.

It's a good idea.

When the Mitchell'sdone,

get them back here to pick up

as many additional refugees as they can.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry, Admiral, I was just wondering.

How many can we save?

Realistically?

If first contact fails, all off Titan.

Maybe 450,000 off of Earth. Same with Ni'Var.

Best case.

That's it?

Please hurry, Michael.

Where is Stamets on getting us out of this orb?

He's testing some theories, nothing concrete yet.

What about the Ten-C, any response?

Negative. Dr. Hirai is still asking them to release us.

Owosekun, what's the status on Tarka?

Scans show he's gaining speed,

heading for the DMA power source.

It's encased within a silicon-ellanium alloy.

Same as the DMA controller itself.

That alloy's incredibly effective at containing energy,

but it won't withstand external forces.

So whatever Tarka's planning...

He's going to hit it with the gravimetric beam.

If the Ten-C think they're under attack,

they won't come back and talk to us. Not in time.

Ten-Cs just launched another orb, Captain.

Looks like they're trying to capture Book's ship.

Keep me posted. Lieutenant Christopher,

tell Commander Stamets to test faster.

I want us out of the orb, whatever it takes.

And have the diplomatic personnel

gather in the mess hall.

Yes, Captain.

Madam President, if you'd join me?

May I ask what you have in mind?

I'm going to confine them all to quarters.

I think you should be there when I tell them.

The orbs will capture us again

if we don't keep changing our astrodynamics.

Where is your presto chango button?

I'm not helping you with another damn thing.

I don't understand.

I'm doing exactly what we said we'd do.

-Nothing's changed. -Everything's changed.

The cost of this, it has to be the last resort.

You heard Ndoye, right?

The first contact team is gone.

They're in an orb.

They could be dead for all we know.

No. They're talking to the Ten-C. It could work.

You once told me anger can be productive.

It can also blind you.

I've been trying for ten years!

I'm going home.

I'm finding Oros.

End of story.

There it is.

There's got to be a way out of this.

If I had some hot and sour soup...

Wouldn't help us, I'm just hungry.

The upside is,

when we hit the hyperfield, we'll be vaporized immediately.

Where's the upside in that?

We'll die fast. I hate pain.

Or maybe we'll survive after all.

I'm sorry, Madam President, but plasma doesn't vent itself.

This entire mission is compromised.

There has to be a less public way to handle this.

It'll erode their trust in one another.

I can't let whoever did this keep walking around my ship.

Is this about the plasma vent?

I'll fill you in once everyone is here,

but I'm gonna need to lock you all down.

That won't be necessary.

I'm the one who aided their escape.

What?

-Why would you... -United Earth is running out of time,

and you were all gone.

We had no idea where the orb went,

when you'd be back, or if you were even still alive.

-They can stop the DMA right now. No, no.

Billions of people might still die.

No, Mr. Booker assured me...

Was that before or after Tarka took him hostage?

Communication with the Ten-C was working, General.

We think they would have withdrawn the DMA in time.

Officer Zena.

Please confine General Ndoye to her quarters.

Captain. Madam President.

I remain ready and willing to serve.

Captain,

we have received an answer from the Ten-C.

What did they say?

Well, it is rather bewildering.

We have been asking them to release us from the orb.

They replied that we are already free of it.

Are we sure the message was clear, Zora?

For that particular exchange, I estimate

our accuracy to be in the 96th percentile.

Could they be confused about who sent it?

More likely they presume we're working with Booker and Tarka.

We did arrive here together.

Zora, can you communicate that Tarka is acting on his own?

The nuances of that could take quite a long time.

If...

I can connect with them telepathically,

I may be able to convey our desire to protect them.

Madam President, linking with an unknown species is dangerous

in ways we cannot begin to anticipate.

We have less than four hours.

Do we really have a choice?

I have made contact.

- : Madam President. -Break the link.

-T'Rina. Break the link.

We have to break it. Break the link.

-Madam President? -

Madam President!

Are you okay?

What happened?