Star Trek: Discovery

Last season on Star Trek: Discovery:

-This is mutiny. -Move, Saru. Fire.

Stand down.

Captain, incoming.

Warp signatures detected.

Fire!

No!

For the charge of mutiny,

it is our ruling that the defendant be stripped of rank,

and hereby sentenced to imprisonment for life.

You helped start a war. Don't you wanna help me end it?

We will be able to materialize anywhere in the known universe.

That's how you beat the Klingons.

Only one more jump.

We are in a parallel universe,

governed by the Terran Empire.

Don't you bow before your emperor?

My so-called captain's not from my universe.

He's from yours.

Klingons are on the verge of wiping out the Federation.

-We don't have the luxury of principles. -That is all we have, admiral.

Do we need a mutiny today?

To prove who we are.

We are Starfleet.

The war is over.

There were triumphs,

victories of spirit,

courage beyond reason.

These were bleak times.

Times we cannot forget.

We will not allow desperation to destroy moral authority.

That is the United Federation of Planets.

- Captain on the bridge. -Acting captain.

Please, take your stations.

Lieutenant Detmer, set course for Vulcan.

-Engage at maximum warp. - Aye, sir.

-Incoming transmission. -ldentify the source.

I'm getting a Federation ID code. It's choppy.

-Trying to clean it up, sir. -Helm, slow us down.

Dropping us out of warp now, sir.

-Hail's from Captain Pike, sir. -It's the U.S.S. Enterprise.

Space.

The final frontier.

Above us.

Around us.

Within us.

We have always looked to the stars to discover who we are.

A thousand centuries ago, in Africa,

the Xam Abathwa tribe gathered to share a story.

The tale of a girl who dug her hands in the wood ash,

and threw it into the sky to create the Milky Way.

And hidden there, a secret.

Buried among the eternal stars was a message.

An enormous letter in a bottle made of space and time,

visible only to those

whose hearts were open enough to receive it.

A child has come to us.

She's human.

She is orphaned.

It is our responsibility.

What happened to her parents?

The unthinkable.

My name is Amanda.

What's yours?

Michael.

I bless you, Michael.

All my life.

Do you want to meet our son?

When I first heard the story of the girl who made the stars,

I wasn't ready to understand.

I still don't know if I am.

Spock.

Spock?

This is Michael Burnham.

She'll be staying with us.

You will be teaching her the ways of Vulcan.

I expect you to be friends.

Hello.

Ops, please, tell me what is wrong. Does she need our assistance?

Unable to comply, captain. Enterprise is completely offline.

Except for life support. Scans show 203 crew members aboard.

The vessel's entire complement is alive.

They're still sending a distress call.

Signal's too compromised for voice transmission.

-Morse code might get through! -

Sorry.

Sorry, it's just there was static. Then Comms turned it down, but--

I mean, obviously. Sorry.

Hey, go, Comms.

Can Enterprise switch to Morse code?

Excellent suggestion, ensign. Mr. Bryce, please, try that.

A former colleague is an ethnobotanist on that ship.

I've seen its specs.

Only something catastrophic could knock her out.

Helm, do you detect any escape pods, or shuttles?

Negative, sir. Damn, she's a beauty.

Transmission coming through.

Captain Christopher Pike requests permission to come aboard.

He has an engineer and science officer with him.

Permission granted.

Commander Burnham, you will join me in welcoming them.

Yes, sir.

I had not expected to see Spock again.

Neither had I.

Attention all emergency repair teams,

report to your division duty officer for your assignments.

Your brother is the science officer on the Enterprise.

Foster brother.

I sense your endocrine system in overdrive.

-You are anxious to see him. -I'm fine, Saru.

I use the term in its most positive sense, meaning "anticipatory."

We received a priority alert from one of Starfleet's most prominent ships.

I am on mission and in problem-solving mode.

That's what you're sensing.

Mm.

Coordinates confirmed.

- Transport coordinates locked. -Do you have siblings?

Oh.

A sister. Siranna.

Uh, I do not expect a reunion with her.

Sadly, there is terrain between us we cannot navigate.

-I know the feeling. - Energizing.

Transporter lock established. Energizing.

Welcome aboard, Captain Pike.

I am Commander Saru, acting captain of the U.S.S. Discovery.

How may we be of service?

Well, commander, this is awkward, but back in Mojave,

I learned the best way to get into a cold stream is to jump right in.

Uh...

I'm here at Starfleet's order

to take command of the Discovery, under Regulation 19, Section C.

We received no notice from Starfleet.

I asked to deliver the news myself

out of respect for what you and your crew went through.

Forgive me, captain.

Your directive is only instituted under three contingencies.

When an imminent threat is detected,

when the lives of Federation citizens are in danger,

or when no other officers of equal or higher rank are present

to mitigate this threat.

May I ask under which contingency you are here?

All of them.

All gamma shift transporter specialists,

please report to your posts.

I see where the Federation puts its pennies.

Do not covet thy neighbor's starship, commander.

-Besides, we got the new uniforms. -And lovely uniforms they are, captain.

Very colorful.

Over the past 24 hours,

Federation sensors picked up seven red bursts

spread out across more than 30,000 light-years.

They appeared in perfect synchronization,

just long enough for us to get a reading,

and then just as suddenly disappeared, except for one.

Such precise synchronization

all but rules out the chaos of natural phenomena.

-Are they some signal? -That's what we're calling it.

I'll leave the rest to my science officer. Your ball, Connolly.

The signals don't seem to be moons, stars, or any other type of planetoid.

Truth is, we can't detect anything about them,

or engage with them in any way.

Every time we tried to scan, computer went haywire.

Like a compass at the North Pole.

Well put.

Why didn't we think of that, Connolly? Huh?

Think of all the syllables that gave their lives.

The metaphor seemed a bit simplistic.

I believe it's a simile.

Then I owe you a simile, Commander...

Burnham. Michael Burnham.

He said you're smart.

We have someone in common.

Yes, I'm aware. Mr. Spock.

I was expecting to see him.

Sometimes it's wise to keep our expectations low, commander.

That way we're never disappointed.

Excuse me.

-Excuse me. -Excuse me.

-Excuse me. -Linus.

-You okay? You look a little-- -

Yes. I hear it's going around.

Perhaps the signals are a temporal anomaly.

A tear in the fabric of space-time.

Black holes can also cause similar distortions.

Not to this degree.

Six hours ago, the signal stabilized long enough

for us to get a fix on its position.

We were on our way, when suddenly, boom.

Enterprise suffered catastrophic systems failures.

Starfleet's sending a team to tow her to Spacedock for a diagnostic.

I'll kindly need your command codes, Mr. Saru.

-I cannot do that. -Pardon me?

Starship command isn't transferred without DNA authentication

witnessed by the entire bridge crew.

It is standard procedure since the war.

Of course, it is. Yes, of course.

Bless you.

Okay, Captain Pike. Stand by for verification.

Um, I'm Ensign Sylvia Tilly.

I'm Discovery's newest addition