Star Trek: Discovery

Previously on Star Trek: Discovery...

What is happening to you?

I don't think I'm Ash Tyler, Starfleet Lieutenant.

Not really. Not anymore.

We modified Voq into a shell that appears human.

We grafted his psyche into Tyler's.

I do not know where your Voq ends and our Tyler begins,

but they are both in jeopardy.

Only my hands can tend to him.

Logic tells me she's not the one that I betrayed.

She's a ghost.

I have no future now.

Find a way home. I will buy you some time.

Get out of there, now.

What have you done to me?

If we blow the reactor core,

the resulting explosion will be pure mycelial energy.

We can ride it long enough

for the energy to activate the drive,

and then you can navigate us home.

We overshot by nine months.

If the map is to be believed,

it appears the Klingons have won the war.

Captain.

Emperor.

On your knees, slave.

This Kelpien is my captain.

Sir, I can explain.

Yesterday we dined on the entrails of his brethren.

And today you seek his favor?

Transport our visitor to guest quarters

on deck three

and confine her there now.

You told me there were no Kelpiens

in the other universe. You lied.

I hoped to spare you the pain.

The presence of a Terran defector

on this ship is to be regarded as classified.

Its utterance will carry a penalty of treason.

Do you understand?

Aye, Captain.

Captain, your presence is requested in sickbay.

With me.

I could offer excuses.

I was trying to destabilize the Terran Empire.

I... I thought Starfleet could benefit

from learning about an alternate universe.

The truth is that I just couldn't

watch her die again, Saru.

I wanted to offer her more.

I am sorry.

Saving Georgiou may indeed prove

to be a grave error in judgment.

But...

no one else could have done what you did

aboard that Terran flagship.

You are alive,

and we are home.

Any news from Command?

Federation ships have appeared on long-range sensors,

but none answer my hail.

Doesn't feel much like home.

Discovery suffered damage riding the mycelial shock wave

back into our universe.

We are running on auxiliary power

until repairs are complete.

Deck four.

Dr. Pollard has orders to alert me

when Lieutenant Tyler regains consciousness.

An emergency surgical procedure proved necessary.

An attempt to excise the Klingon

in Tyler's neurological identity.

How?

What happened to him was completely outside

of the realm of sanctioned medicine.

Starfleet did not perform the procedure.

It was the Klingon... L'Rell.

His torturer?

And handler.

She oversaw Tyler's transformation.

None of us are sure what state we might find him in.

I am hoping that a familiar face

could offer him encouragement to heal.

How he reacts to you may offer us insight

into who he has become.

Captain, he's awake.

Is that an order, Captain?

I fail to understand.

Is that an order? To see him?

No.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

What are your findings, Doctor?

By all assessments, the patient now presents as Ash Tyler.

Adrenocorticotropic hormonal levels are normal.

Cellular mitochondria counts are back within human range.

I find no remaining evidence of Klingon aggression

or muscular stamina.

So, is he human or Klingon?

Neither. Both.

We can't be sure.

Not without understanding the science

behind the reassignment procedure.

And how do we do that?

I suppose we could start by asking him.

Tyler?

Mr. Saru.

Thanks for the save.

And Voq?

I can access his memories,

but there's a disconnect.

Like watching someone else's life or something.

Do you remember what was done to you?

The Mo'Kai call it a choH' a'.

Species reassignment protocol.

Specifically designed to infiltrate

classified Starfleet intelligence.

Are there others?

Voq was the test case.

They flayed his skin.

Cracked his bones open.

Sawed his heart into pieces.

You think that'll be the worst of it.

Then they start shaving down the tips of your fingers.

Voq was T'Kuvma's Torchbearer.

He submitted to the torture willingly, at L'Rell's behest.

They were the only true believers left.

Voq and L'Rell believed taking the ship would

bring followers back to T'Kuvma's house.

They were in love, you know.

I...

Will you cooperate with us?

Share everything you know?

Of course.

I...

I would do anything to undo what I've done.

Is she alive?

Uh, Specialist Burnham has

returned safely aboard Discovery.

Thank God.

- Can I... - Focus...

On your recovery.

You both survived a harrowing ordeal.

Saru, I tried to kill her.

I murdered...

Dr. Culber.

I belong in the brig.

Voq is responsible for your crimes.

And I see no semblance of him before me.

Your privileges aboard Discovery will be limited.

But I will not take your freedom.

Vessel is approaching, sir.

Federation signature.

Hail them at once.

Aye, Captain.

Captain, its shields are up.

It-Its phasers are charged and targeting.

Shields up.

I'm picking up an incoming transporter signature.

We're being boarded.

Identify yourselves!

Hands where I can see them!

I demand an explanation for this intrusion!

We ask the questions.

Clear for transport.

Admiral...

Where's Captain Lorca?

- Sarek! Please! - Stand down, Specialist.

Now. Computer...

initiate command-level override.

Authorization Admiral Katrina Cornwell, pi beta six.

Override confirmed.

Start with him.

Ambassador, what are you doing?

What the times require.

My mind to your mind.

My thoughts to your thoughts.

Ah...

Mr. Saru is who

he appears to be.

The Discovery has been through

an inconceivable ordeal.

Then where the hell is her commanding officer?

Captain Lorca... is dead.

*STAR TREK: DISCOVERY* Season 01 Episode 14 Title: "The War Without, the War Within"

Bastard.

The Lorca I came up with was measured, he was reasoned.

But I couldn't have imagined...

That Lorca was an impostor from an alternate universe

was not the most obvious conclusion.

We were all deceived.

Discovery was destroyed

by Klingons nine months ago.

I saw the debris with my own eyes.

That wreckage belonged to the Terran Discovery.

The two ships switched places when we jumped across universes.

From what you've told us about the Terran Empire,

no Starfleet officer could survive that universe alone.

So my Gabriel is dead.

Lorca sidelined the most vital asset in our fleet.