Star Trek: Discovery - Season 1 Edit

A likely scenario

A Sunday.

A Vulcan ship crossed into Klingon space.

A war.

Acknowledge. JANUZZI: There's just too much interference.

Adjusting orientation to minimize dispersal.

Admiral, if I may.

Agreement between my senior officers.

Ah. I have taken the initiative of keeping us

Air pressure and flow: nominal.

All I need is a thruster pack.

All lights are green.

All the way down. SARU: Acoustics are muted.

Almost directly below us.

Almost no one has seen a Klingon in a hundred years.

Always necessary?

An odd proposition given that their empire

And compute a firing solution

And execute my plan without further challenge

And if so, by whom?

And instantly cast judgment?

And now you presume

And one purpose alone:

And ready to transmit.

And still you allow emotional considerations

And there is the well.

And they destroyed it to lure us out here.

And we don't take innocent lives. Period.

And you can't set a course without a star.

And you, Captain?

And you, Mr. Saru, are you equally

And your life, Captain.

Any idea what it is?

Any response?

Are not being driven by your past.

Are you acting on the captain's orders?

Are you kidding? It's relevant.

Around these two suns,

As a xenoanthropologist, I could reveal myself

As science officer,

At Doctari Alpha.

At maximum scanning distance

Away from the village? It's hard to imagine

Aye, Captain.

Aye, Captain.

Aye, Captain.

Backup.

Balling up our fists won't dissuade them.

Battle is not a simulation.

Be very careful that your assumptions

Bearing 358 mark 269.

Because it is "in their nature"?

Before we're dragged into war.

Betrays the wishes of our captain.

Blast burns around the hole are inconclusive.

Blood pressure is 70 and falling.

Boost signal.

Bred. Farmed.

BURNHAM: Best to keep variables

BURNHAM: First Officer's Log, Stardate 1207.3.

BURNHAM: Is this amount of sarcasm

BURNHAM: Range is 2,000 kilometers.

BURNHAM: The bridge is yours, Mr. Saru.

BURNHAM: The storm is moving faster than I thought.

BURNHAM: This drought's going to last 89 years.

BURNHAM: Three hours?

BURNHAM: We come in peace that's why we're here.

Burnham... Michael.

But anticipate a smooth ride.

But considering it's scrambling our optical processors,

But I do like it.

But I see what they meant.

But I'll try to be more precise.

But it doesn't change the fact that you're lost.

But no one can tell me where or what it is.

But now we're really lost.

But say you lived.

But that object could be hiding a Klingon raiding party,

But they didn't turn on that beacon

But they do come.

But you are describing something out of the ordinary.

But...?

By all indications, nothing intelligent.

Can serve as a bridge between our civilizations.

Can't get a lock. We're running manual calculations.

Can't get a lock. We're running manual calculations.

Can't tell what I'm grabbing onto.

Captain, please.

Captain, there is no signal.

Captain, we have to fire on them.

Captain, what if they're calling for the same thing we are?

Captain! Captain!

Captain! Incoming!

Captain. We have to give the Klingons a Vulcan "hello."

Captain...

Centuries old.

Channel clear...

Check my helmet cam.

CHILD: ...14 solar years.

Comes crashing down on us?

Commander Burnham.

Commander, do you read?

Commander, please respond.

Commander, the captain listens to you.

Commander, there is something

Commander, wait. The recombination process

Commander!

Commander.

Commander. It's just...

Commencing reconnaissance mission

Communication module: active.

Computer, enable igniter.

Computer, privacy.

COMPUTER: Antiproton therapy regimen incomplete.

COMPUTER: Commencing final prelaunch system checks.

COMPUTER: Confirmed.

COMPUTER: Distance to object 1,000 kilometers... Shenzhou, do you copy?

COMPUTER: Filters at 0.01% saturation.

COMPUTER: Signal terminated.

COMPUTER: Ten seconds to thruster ignition.

COMPUTER: Use of this frequency requires

COMPUTER: Use of this frequency requires

COMPUTER: Working.

Computer.

CONNOR: 12 minutes and 48 seconds until maximum radiation

CONNOR: Body scan on line, heart rate

CONNOR: Electronic alignment in process.

CONNOR: Initiating emergency shutdown.

CONNOR: No warp signatures detected, Captain.

CONNOR: Optical sensors overloading.

CONNOR: Rerouting power.

CONNOR: Routing additional power

CONNOR: She's not gonna last much longer.

CONNOR: They're at 100%, Captain.

Considering your background, I would think

Control to Commander Burnham.

Core is 100%.

Correct. Klingon homeworld Qo'noS.

Correct. Klingon political order.

Correct. Location of the most recent Klingon terror raid.

Crystallized spirituality.

Data collection is on and nominal.

Data Collection Unit, are you there?

Depressurization sequence.

Despite the first officer's constant need

Despite the risks of our mission,

DETMER: Almost to the debris field, Captain.

DETMER: Confirming six second directional thrust

DETMER: She'll soon exhibit symptoms

DETMER: Still no sign of Commander Burnham.

DETMER: The binaries are kicking off

Diplomatic authorization. Voiceprint authorize.

Do nothing absent provocation, understood?

Do we have her, Mr. Weeton?

Do you understand the effect of genetic unspooling?

Don't underestimate them.

Don't you realize that kind of talk can destabilize a crew?

Easy, Michael.

Edge of the scattering field.

Electromagnetic subspace wave form.

Engineering. Tractor beam?

Ensign Connor,

Ensign, get me a status report, deck by deck.

Even from this distance, it's clearly not debris.

Exposure. The commander is less than ten meters from the outermost

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE: Commencing airlock

FEMALE HELMET COMPUTER: Internal computer on line.

Finish your scans so you can express facts instead.

Fire!

Follow my footsteps, Michael, even lines.

For saucer realignment.

For their followers to rally around.

Forming a kind of... armor.

Four, three, two, one.

From a nearby drilling accident dried out their water table.

From a personal source on Vulcan.

From then on, until formal relations were established,

GANT: Targeting gets hot, but I still

GANT: We're locked on.

GANT: We're locked on.

Georgiou to Shenzhou.

GEORGIOU: Absolutely not. They haven't powered weapons.

GEORGIOU: Any time now, Mr. Saru.

GEORGIOU: Belay that order!

GEORGIOU: Bring plasmatic filters on line.

GEORGIOU: Engineering, report.

GEORGIOU: Hey, I taught you that.

GEORGIOU: I'm not sure we have much choice.

GEORGIOU: I'm shocked as well.

GEORGIOU: If there are Klingons in this sector,

GEORGIOU: Is that a weapon?

GEORGIOU: Magnify.

GEORGIOU: Michael.

GEORGIOU: The Klingon flagship has a stealth mode.

GEORGIOU: Then where did they come from?

GEORGIOU: They've survived here for over a thousand years, Michael.

GEORGIOU: Transporter Control.

Going to land on it, get a closer look.

Good. Mission time?

Granted.

Great unifiers are few and far between,

Hang on.

Happy not to be put at risk?

Has been called to the edge of Federation space

Has been in disarray for generations.

Have always been on the cold side of war.

Have they made contact?

He strongly believes we should about face.

He was warrior caste.

Headlamp.

Hello, Sarek.

Hello.

HELMET COMPUTER: Mission countdown: ten minutes, 15 seconds.

Her condition will most certainly be terminal.

Here we are, speculating.

Hiding, but maybe hoping to be found.

His his EV suit bore a Klingon house insignia.

Hit that ship with everything we've got.

Hold on.

Hold your position.

How are we going to be able to see it?

How dare you challenge me?

How did I get here?

How did the Vulcans achieve diplomatic relations

How did they find us?

How did you keep the Klingons at bay?

How long until that storm

How rare to meet one's own demons in the flesh.

However,

I am satisfied it was not yours.

I apologize for my insubordination.

I assume the timing of the call was not coincidental.

I can do better.

I can provide a far more concrete and in depth analysis

I can't remember who said sculptures are

I caution you, be considered

I didn't say anything about destroying it.

I don't like the look of that.

I estimate one hour,

I fear what you are doing

I have it.

I have it.

I have Number One.

I have to hope that whatever happens here

I have. One attacked me on that object.

I hit my thruster pack to get away.

I killed him.

I killed one.

I may not be myself.

I need you back in the antiproton chamber.

I need you fixed up and back on the bridge, stat.

I need your help.

I provided her with Klingon intel

I remain optimistic.

I respectfully recommend we leave it alone.

I sense it coming now.

I set a star.

I somehow knocked him into his blade.

I stand corrected.

I suspect its purpose is more symbolic than practical.

I taught you better than this.

I think it's time

I think they're summoning more of their kind.

I trust you with my life, Commander Burnham,

I understand your history with the Klingons.

I want as much notice as possible.

I want to know what's out there, people.

I was dreaming.

I wish you could see what I'm seeing.

I would say the relay doesn't appear

I'd like to remind you, we're wildly outgunned.

I'd like to show you.

I'll be back in 19. A flyby.

I'll go.

I'm above the object, which is old.

I'm afraid that's no longer possible.

I'm Commander Burnham

I'm expressing concern.

I'm fully aware.

I'm grateful, Captain.

I'm happy to see you.

I'm having trouble locating the source.

I'm most certain you did not call me for emotional solace.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm trying to save all of you.

I'm trying to save you.

I'm unable to bring it into focus.

I'm your superior officer.

I've overseen their exercises;

Ice, dust and gasses collide

Iconography confirmed: Klingon.

If a death was necessary,

If I thought we had any chance of ever returning to the ship.

If it's hiding Klingons, we've got to flush them out.

If more Klingons are on their way,

If their intention is to attack,

If there are Klingons in this sector,

If they are, they have.

If we can get in and out without making contact,

If you were stuck here for 89 years?

Implementing automatic course correction.

In an irradiated state.

In case of anything threatening out there, Captain.

In light of the fact that they killed your parents,

In my ready room. Now.

In this case, a binary star system.

In various states of decay.

Incredibly intricate.

Initiating...

Interference is starting

Internal damage, negative.

Inviolable honor/shame dynamic.

Is born from chaos and destruction.

Is it Starfleet?

Is it wise to be heading

Is not emotional.

Is nowhere near finished.

Is that what damaged our relay?

Is there a message?

Is there any chance they can't hear us?

Isn't that the whole idea of Starfleet?

It is sublime.

It is your human heart.

It may be under the influence of something, or someone, new.

It must be interfering with comms.

It seems to be some sort of signal emitter.

It would be logical for you to take into account

It would be... irresponsible

It's a signal pulse.

It's blood and screams and funerals.

It's difficult to tell if it was constructed or carved.

It's hard not to be in the face of such beauty

It's impossible to discern a practical purpose.

It's in a sensor dead zone.

It's in their nature.

It's some kind of cloaking screen,

It's what's happening now.

It's your turn to trust me, Number One.

Its surface has the appearance of stone

JANUZZI: Commander Burnham?

JANUZZI: Establishing interlink frequency

JANUZZI: Preflight checklist complete.

JANUZZI: Unidentified Klingon vessel,

JANUZZI: Unidentified Klingon vessel,

Just a flyby.

Just a flyby.

Just keep walking, Michael.

Kicking off those binaries, she'll have 20 minutes

Klingons.

Let's get more specific.

Let's make them think we're going to attack.

Let's take a walk.

Lieutenant Commander, you have the bridge.

Lieutenant Saru, what do we have?

Life support: nominal.

Like noodles?

Long range sensors to the maximum, Saru.

MAN : Good. You're awake.

MAN : Good. You're awake.

Maneuverable enough to navigate the ring.

Massive photonic activity on the Klingon object, Captain.

Maybe I can try to learn Vulcan.

Maybe it's afraid to show us its whole self.

Maybe it's lost.

Maybe our relay got too close for Klingon comfort,

Michael

Michael Burnham?

Michael, can you hear me? Acknowledge.

Michael, watch your time.

Mine does not.

Mission clock

Mission clock at 17 minutes,

Move, Saru. Tactical.

Mr. Gant, disengage phase cannon targeting.

Mr. Januzzi, contact Starfleet Command.

My commitment to this course of action

My people were hunted.

My presence has triggered some sort of motion response.

My success rate during our seven years together,

Narrowing channel range.

Necessary? No.

Needs to show itself.

Next time, you might try not disturbing

Nice and easy.

No fire has been exchanged.

No.

No.

No. Recalibrating.

None.

Not exactly a circle.

Not if... when.

Not the most efficient defense.

Note the date and time.

Noted, Captain.

Nothing good.

Number of survivors at Doctari Alpha.

Number of survivors at the Human Vulcan science outpost

Number of survivors... Please.

Number One, get to sickbay.

Number One, you should be in sickbay.

Number One?

Object of unknown origin.

Obscured behind that scattering field.

Of acute radiation syndrome.

Of everything means you learn nothing.

Of friendship greeting Starfleet has.

Of the U.S.S. Shenzhou,

Of the United Federation of....

Often, such leaders will need a profound cause

Oh

Oh, I will. It's lurking.

Oh, never had a doubt.

Oh, on any occasion, Captain.

Okay, let's go around the horn again, by the numbers.

On behalf of Captain Georgiou and the entire crew

On Earth, it's May 11, 2256,

Once you reach that scattering field,

One cannot assume it would work on a ship commanded by humans.

Only logic can root us in the present.

Open dedicated subspace channel 222AA7.

Or was it deliberately destroyed

Others only hours old.

Our only choice now is to navigate this situation

Our species map is binary.

Output is over one billion lumens per square meter.

Oxygen/nitrogen saturation: nominal.

Pattern integrity's too weak, Captain.

Permission to leave the bridge, Captain?

Perspiration's visible at your hairline.

Philippa...

Please respond.

Please respond.

Please respond.

Plenty of time to take a peek.

Program paused.

Pupil Burnham.

Question chain of command again and I'll remove you.

Really?

Recalibrating sensors.

Red alert.

Remote dating is wildly divergent.

Remotely fire her jetpack.

Resources. What will be gained?

Respect brought peace.

Restraint in the face of conflict.

Retreat is not an option.

Right, and if we don't do something now,

Roughly 150 meters long, tucked into that accretion disk.

Runs out in 15 seconds.

Sarek.

Sarek... please.

SARU : Captain to the bridge.

Saru is the only one talking.

Saru thinks it was malicious.

Saru, get a lock on her. Boost her signal.

Saru, go with her.

SARU: Active scans are being deflected.

SARU: Ah, wait.

SARU: Based on initial readings,

SARU: Internal sensors show that the commander has entered the bridge

SARU: Is the plan to fire on the Klingons, Commander?

SARU: Is the plan to fire on the Klingons, Commander?

SARU: It seems a waste of the ship's

SARU: The object is 2,000 kilometers...

SARU: There is something else out there.

SARU: With the high levels of radiation

SARU: Yes, Captain.

SARU: Yes...

Saru's Kelpien he thinks everything's malicious.

Scanning for database recognition.

See those egg sacs?

Send an encoded message.

Serious QEs up and down the spectrum.

Session terminated prematurely. Commander, what are you doing?

Seven, six, five,

She also has a grade three concussion. I'm not delusional.

She apparently agrees with you.

She won't make it unless we get her back now.

She's having fun.

She's passing it to the admiral.

Shenzhou is their only line of defense if the Klingons attack.

Shenzhou, are you able to see this?

Shenzhou, do you copy?

So many years.

So something's out there,

Some bones date back thousands of years,

Some kind of scattering field is confounding the ship's ability

Some might think that only fair.

Somebody turn it down.

Something is scanning us.

Something took a bite out of our relay.

Stand down, Commander Burnham.

Stand down.

Starfleet doesn't fire first.

Starfleet's reputation for tech hygiene is exemplary.

Status?

Stop!

Tactical log's ready. Thank you, Mr. Gant.

Take your station, Commander.

Target phase cannons on the object.

Target phasers.

Target the object.

Targeting the neck of that Klingon ship.

Technically, we would be lost.

Telemetry only.

Tell her.

Tell me what happened. He ambushed me.

Tell me what I need to break through this bedrock.

Tell me.

Tell them we have engaged the Klingons.

Ten, nine, eight,

TESTING COMPUTER: Klingon social order rests upon?

TESTING COMPUTER: Pupil Burnham.

Than simply reading data off a monitor.

That is a solution particular to us.

That noise is some kind of

That we talked about you having your own command.

That went well.

That's a little elevated for her.

That's all, Number One.

That's an order.

That's easy. I'd escape.

That's the diplomat in you talking.

That's the ship's superstructure in sympathetic vibration.

The ambient radiation

The Andorian colony at Gamma Hydra is six.

The construction and design are nothing short of astounding.

The Crepusculans are facing extinction as a species.

The crew of the U.S.S. Shenzhou

The Euro and all fleet vessels within range

The Federation and the Klingon Empire

The Federation sends a ship to fix it.

The footage was corrupted.

The ideal outcome for any Klingon interaction is battle.

The Klingon threat is always imminent and inevitable.

The Klingons attacked immediately.

The map says the well is this way, Captain.

The only word to effectively describe it is...

The property of a warrior race

The quadrant reports a new star in the sky.

The scattering field is still a problem, Captain.

The scattering field it's emitting suggests intent.

The ship won't be able to pick up our signatures.

The temperature outside is a brisk minus 260 degrees Celsius.

The Vulcans fired first.

Their entire ship is covered with coffins.

Their hull is covered in hollow, ornamental, metallic pods,

Their hull is covered in hollow, ornamental, metallic pods,

There are Klingons out there.

There is a space station at Eagle Twelve,

There may be more vessels out there than we know.

There's no opportunity to discover,

There's no time.

There's still too much interference.

These are our footprints.

They contain Klingon biological material

They destroyed the vessel.

They don't appear to pose an imminent threat.

They inform my logic.

They may be responsible for the damage to our relay.

They said "hello" in a language the Klingons understood.

They won't live another thousand hours.

They're blocking our hails.

They're ready for battle.

They're relentlessly hostile, sir.

They've detected our weapons signature.

This has nothing to do with a concussion.

This is Burnham in the blind.

This is Commander Burnham.

This is Federation space.

This is mutiny.

This is the Federation Starship Shenzhou.

This is the Federation Starship Shenzhou.

This is the Federation Starship Shenzhou. Please respond.

This is the Federation Starship Shenzhou. Please respond.

This isn't about what happened, Sarek.

This may be the message.

Those are their offspring.

Those ships are Klingon.

Though I would be significantly more so

Thoughts, Number One?

Thousands of them, tightly interlocked,

Three light years away.

To a minimum. I wouldn't want

To be quicker with my answers.

To degrade resolution.

To dismiss my ideas...

To explore. And here I thought

To field void and unknown object.

To form the planets future generations will call home.

To have been damaged naturally.

To impede your logic.

To investigate damage done to one of our interstellar relays.

To know their motivation

To leave whatever that is unknown.

To limit Starfleet communications?

To put my colleague at risk.

To sense the coming of death.

To subspace antenna.

To the natives, learn their culture,

To translate the image.

Try to fit in... if possible.

Two to transport.

Uh, it feels like a setup.

Unable to comply. Scattering field.

Unacceptable duration between query and correct response.

Unacceptable duration between query and correct response.

Unacceptable response.

Understood, Admiral.

Understood.

Unidentified Klingon vessel,

Unidentified Klingon vessel,

Unless we can contact Lieutenant Saru,

Unless we die here in the desert.

Unlike anything we've ever seen, Admiral.

Until her DNA starts to unravel like noodles.

Until Starfleet was on its way to our position.

Unwelcoming to the Federation.

Very lost.

Victims of your imaginary war?

Violence brought respect.

Vulcans don't make the same mistake twice.

Wait.

Warning. Proximity alert.

Warp signatures detected.

We are either predator or prey.

We are forecasting some mild debris,

We are in a high risk scenario.

We are your livestock of old.

We can steer clear of General Order One.

We can't lock on to it, and we don't have a shuttle

We can't transport her until she clears it.

We cannot destroy another culture's property on a whim.

We could be trapped here until it's over.

We don't start shooting on a hunch,

We have to be ready in case that's what the captain decides.

We have to.

We must withdraw.

We need to go to red alert.

We see something we don't understand

We should withdraw immediately.

We should withdraw immediately.

We target its neck, cut off its head...

We transported you back aboard three hours ago.

We were biologically determined for one purpose

We were doing a deep space communication relay audit.

We'd like to welcome you to flight 819

We're facing off.

We're far too small to be seen with the naked eye.

We've come all this way, Captain.

We've encountered the Klingons.

We've had only fleeting run ins with them for a century.

We've hardly spoken to for a hundred years.

We've reached out with every form

We've reached out with every form

Weapons, slot a pair of photon torpedoes in the tubes

Well, keep looking.

Well, the comment was figurative;

Were they caused by an asteroid,

What am I looking at?

What do you have, Saru?

What do you think?

What does the soldier say?

What have you done out there, on the edge of Federation space?

What will you do

What will you do if we're trapped here for 89 years?

What...

What's going on?

What's the mood outside?

Whatever is over there

When a civilization acts in opposition to its instincts,

When a relay goes down,

When emotion brings us ghosts from the past,

Whenever the Vulcans crossed paths with Klingons,

Where are my filters?

Where is the captain?

Which is why I've made sure we're not lost.

Who's "they"?

Why? Captain, where are we going?

Will be at your coordinates in two hours.

Will be lost because of failure to act. Whose lives?

With an exoskeleton of metal alloy.

With as much finesse as possible.

With Commander Burnham's EV.

With how you use this information.

With non stop service to the "object of unknown origin."

With respect, it would be unwise to confuse race and culture.

With such little data, I'd prefer not to speculate.

With the Klingons?

Without immediate treatment,

Wow.

Ye of little faith.

Ye of little faith.

Yes, Number One.

Yes. Number One tells me you suspect foul play.

You better get me a signal.

You cannot save lives that have already been lost.

You could be cut off from all communication.

You do understand that being afraid

You don't trust me, Captain?

You don't want to die that way.

You realize,

You remember my first officer

You think someone's trying to get our attention?

You're both right.

You're not thinking clearly... Thousands of lives

You're relieved, Mr. Saru.

You're right.

You're still injured.

You're the last person to make assumptions based on race.

You're transmitting on every subspace channel there is.

You've served under me for seven years.

You've walked us in a circle.

Your breathing is elevated.

Your chief science officer is worried.

Your human tongue is not the problem.

Your orders, Commander?

Your world has food chains.

Yours.

12 minutes, 58 seconds.

17 minutes, 22 seconds.

19 minutes, not a nanosecond longer.

24 great houses.

30 seconds.

79 and rising, BP 130/70.

240 years ago, near H'Atoria,

: ...Shenzhou, please respond.

: Commander Burnham, this is Ensign Danby Connor.

: Impossible.

: She's off line. CONNOR: She's floating free.

...and closing. Shenzhou, do you copy?

...there are Klingons.

.7 second field burst at level setting 13.5.

"We come in peace."

(high pitched sound growing louder)

(original Star Trek theme plays)

(others should Klingon phrase in unison)

(others shout Klingon phrase in unison)

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