Star Trek: Discovery

Last season on Star Trek: Discovery...

Pull up Kwejian on the deep space array.

- What happened? - My ship was hit by something.

Kwejian. They're all gone.

Introducing the next-generation spore drive.

We have 94 seconds before they realize it's gone

and figure out I'm the one who took it.

Next part's all you.

Book, no.

What happens with him? With Book?

He violated multiple Federation statutes.

He launched an isolytic weapon.

I got the news about my future.

Federation is sending me to help families displaced by the DMA.

I'm sorry, Michael.

I have long told myself that balancing duty

and personal relationships was not possible.

I believe now that I was being dishonest with myself.

It is worth the effort for the right individual.

I can understand that an offer to teach at the Academy

is unlikely to fall on willing ears.

But the opening is there.

You want to go back, don't you?

I do.

Why?

Started wondering if this is what I really wanted,

or if I just really wanted to be seen.

I think it could be a useful perspective for a teacher.

Book, I don't know how to say bye.

Say, "Kwakoni Yiquan."

It means something like, "We've parted a hundred times."

May we rejoin to part a hundred more."

Kwakoni Yiquan it is.

Never a dull moment.

Captain, are you all right?

Surprisingly, I'm not dead yet.

Focus on our team. I'll try to take out their engines.

And we can get back whatever was in that vault.

Warning. Warp level stability at 70%.

Oh, come on. Come on.

- Fifty percent. - That was fast.

Mr. Saru?

We are on our way to get you, Captain.

Warning.

Warp failure imminent.

This is not what I expected when the night started.

And all this time, I thought it was

a Tellarite term of endearment.

- Tonic 2161? - Oh.

It's the official cocktail of the Millennium Celebration.

Is, uh... I don't get it.

2161. Founding of the Federation.

It's been a thousand years.

Give or take a few decades, to be specific.

Hard to celebrate during the Burn.

I get the whole millennium part, but what are the little, tiny, floaty things?

Oh, those are stars.

Like the Federation logo. Blue with stars, see?

- And they taste like jumja sticks. - Sold.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

It's good to see the Federation back, isn't it?

And at peace.

- It really is. - Yeah.

I think I'm gonna head back.

- I'm just tired. - Paul, no.

You said you wouldn't let it ruin your evening.

He just found out they're shuttering the spore-drive program.

I mean, come on. "Luminary"?

What am I supposed to do, walk around, shake hands and pretend I'm happy

that the pathway drive won out?

Yes.

I mean, it does mean that Discovery will always be one of a kind.

That's pretty cool, right?

Think I'd rather that my legacy hadn't been destroyed along with Book's ship.

I would have figured out the navigator problem someday,

and then we could've rolled it out to the whole fleet.

And who knows if I'll ever do anything that meaningful again.

You will.

It's a new world, Paul, and you will find new purpose.

We all will.

- To change. - To change.

- Excuse me, Captain. - Mmm.

President Rillak is asking if you can come meet some of the dignitaries.

Mm-hmm.

Duty calls.

Of course.

I shouldn't have mentioned Book.

It's been months since she's even talked about him. It's...

Locking something away and moving on are two very different things.

I think there's some other stuff, too,

but she's good.

Really.

She's, um...

Um, I-I have to go, but I'll see y'all.

- Hmm. - So, are we mingling?

Or are we going back?

"Science Luminary" it is.

You have news, Saru.

Do you intend to share it with me or will I be forced to mind-meld?

President Rillak would like me to serve

as a Federation ambassador.

I would be assigned to a coalition of smaller worlds,

ensuring their needs are addressed

as the Federation continues to expand.

She does not wish to repeat the mistakes of the past.

An effort that is most appreciated.

Particularly given the location of some of those worlds.

If they were to fall into the influence

of the Tholian Republic or the Breen Imperium...

Indeed, it is imperative that we remain unified.

Yet, you are uncertain about her offer.

I would need to resign my Starfleet commission.

However, I would be based here at Federation Headquarters,

and since your duties often bring you here as well...

I should not factor into your decision, Saru.

I mean to say that while we may love one another deeply,

the logical choice is to remove our relationship from consideration

so you may clearly evaluate which is more meaningful:

this new position, or your current role in Starfleet.

Yes. O-Of course.

- Admiral. - Captain.

What does this mean?

You're done shaking hands.

Apologies for intruding on what I'm sure was an invigorating evening.

I'll need that back.

- Secure location? - We call it the Infinity Room.

A bit theatrical for my taste,

but some like that sort of thing.

Admiral?

An 800-year-old science vessel

was just found at the edge of the Beta Quadrant.

Doctor Kovich needs Discovery to jump there immediately and secure it.

What's on board?

Something vital to the security of the Federation.

That doesn't answer my question.

I'm aware.

- Sir, I cannot... - Captain.

This is a Red Directive.

I'll get my crew.

All personnel report to stations.

Repeat: All personnel report to stations.

Prepare for immediate departure.

Status report.

Dedicated comms line into Federation Headquarters is set.

Channel is secure.

The spore drive system is on standby.

DOTs are in the loading bay if needed.

Target location scans are complete.

I've got another Starfleet vessel in the sector.

Hasn't arrived yet.

All sensors are calibrated, and function is nominal.

Weapons locked and loaded, standing by for black alert.

Loading bays are closed, all personnel are back on board.

Coordinates are set.

We're ready for anything.

Excellent work, all of you.

Captain.

Thank you, everyone, for gathering so quickly.

We will be taking Doctor Kovich on a classified mission.

And be advised, this is a Red Directive.

We will be jumping to an uninhabited planet.

Its gravitational well has turned it into a graveyard of sorts

for debris of all kinds.

Our target is a Romulan science vessel, last seen 800 years ago.

A Starfleet probe just found it.

There's an item on board that we cannot allow

to fall into the wrong hands.

Scavengers in the area monitor comms and probe signals.

They will most certainly be drawn to this.

Most are armed and some are very dangerous.

Admiral Vance already has a ship en route. We will arrive first.

Black alert.

Breathable atmosphere, my ass.

It smells like a tomb in here.

It's better than wearing a helmet.

The USS Antares again?

Yeah, and they got a second ship coming.

Whatever's here must be extra shiny.

How long do you think we have?

- Eight minutes? - Yeah.

That's it.

This is where all the backup power is going.

Whatever Starfleet doesn't want us to have, it's in there.

How'd that ship get here so fast?

Doesn't matter.

Moll, wait. We've yanked everything we need from this heap.

What do you say?

Early to bed, holodeck for two?

L'ak.

Do you want the pebbles or the mountain?

Okay. Let's do this.

Bring the Romulan vessel up on view screen.

Captain, scans had detected two life signs on board,

but they just disappeared.

Perhaps they left.

Or cloaked themselves.

Rhys, Owosekun, with me. We'll keep phasers on stun.

That might not be sufficient.

Sir, lethal force is only authorized...

Captain, I don't care who's over there or what happens to them.