Previously onStar Trek: Discovery...
All those in favor of peaceful efforts
at first contact, please raise a hand.
Those in favor of striking the anomaly, do not.
Why do you care so much about this?
The power source that controls the device,
I need it to go home.
We have received word that the DMA is now days away
from Ni'Var, Titan and Earth.
-What happens now? -We're fast-tracking the first contact mission.
Whatever we think we know about Species Ten-C, we're wrong.
However we think first contact will go, it won't.
So that's the hyperfield.
There is a planet about two light-years away from it.
I really think we should check it out once we get closer.
RILLAK: What do you think we'll find?
BURNHAM: I have no idea.
BURNHAM: Captain's log, stardate 865783.7.
We have less than 29 hours before United Earth and Ni'Var
start getting hit by debris from the DMA.
29 hours, billions of lives.
Until I figure out how to get us in front of the Ten-C,
there is nothing we can do to stop this.
They live inside of a hyperfield,
and right now I have no idea how to get in,
what we'll find once we do, how to communicate with them,
what they even look like.
As a xenoanthropologist, I've never had less to work with.
And as a captain, I have never been more afraid.
Our only hope is the dead planet we're orbiting right now.
It was a gas giant until a series of massive asteroids hit
and burned the gas away.
Its star is surrounded by Dyson rings
made from the same rare material as the DMA controller,
and my gut tells me there has to be a connection.
That this planet must have been the Ten-C's home at some point.
And the ruins down there can tell us how they lived,
what's important to them.
Cultural context, a way to begin communicating.
If I'm wrong, we'll have no way
to make up the time we spend down there.
And the DMA will be that much closer to our homes.
Hey, um, fly good.
You got it.
BURNHAM: But if I'm right, and something we find can help us
connect with the Ten-C, then maybe we have a shot
at stopping this before it's too late.
I have to be right.
I have to.
Scan it again.
-There has to be a way in. -A new scan won't tell us
anything the last dozen hasn't.
Any chance the DMA could be powered from somewhere else?
No.
We get in, we find the power source, we shut it down.
Everybody wins.
We just need to get in.
BOOK: If I know Michael, she'll find a way
into the hyperfield before we do.
TARKA: Kick me while I'm down, why don't you?
Maybe if we stay cloaked
and keep close to Discovery, we can slip in behind them.
I'll go one better: we hitch a ride with Discovery.
There's an animal on Kwejian...
Uh, was an animal.
-The Kowolian nightsprey. -Mm-hmm.
To survive, it nested on the back of a jajtspat.
So we attach like a parasite. Yeah, that's a good idea.
No. Not like a parasite.
The nightsprey takes nothing, brings no harm.
The jajtspat can't even tell it's there.
It's a tonal difference, I get it, but still,
it's probably safe to assume the jajtspat
didn't have a sentient supercomputer
monitoring all of its perimeters.
-You don't seem worried. -Oh, there's nothing I love
more than a problem to solve.
Okay.
I can create a patch.
It'll numb the sensors on a section
of Discovery'shull, just big enough to attach your ship
-without Zora realizing it. -Like a blind spot.
Well, with Zora's new sentience, she'll pick up on it eventually,
but with any luck, we'll have nightspreyed ourselves
into the hyperfield before that happens.
-There's just one catch. -I don't like the sound of that.
Well, you're not gonna like this, either.
Patch has to be installed manually.
You want to go on board?
No, in fact, that's the last thing I want to do.
But the access point I need is in Engineering.
I'm going with you.
I can move faster on my own.
You don't know the ship half as well as I do.
And what if you see Michael?
One wrong move, and it's over for both of us.
We're doing this together, okay?
End of story.
RILLAK: Captain.
When we agreed to survey the planet,
I didn't expect Discovery would be losing her captain
and her first officer.
Nilsson has the conn; you are in excellent hands.
I'm sure we are.
And while a xenoanthropologist
is understandably the best choice to lead this mission,
is Captain Saru's presence truly necessary?
Mr. Saru can speak over a hundred languages
and his sensory capabilities dwarf ours.
He might see something that I can't.
And every minute that we spend on that planet,
the DMA is that much closer to killing billions.
I have to make that time count.
Understood.
BURNHAM: What about the others?
Do they understand?
As you said, a lot at stake here.
Madam President,
General, Doctor.
-I appreciate you seeing us off. -T'RINA: Captain.
I cannot express a greater need for urgency
than you must already feel.
Please, all of you, travel safely.
May you find answers, in whatever form they take,
and quickly.
In other words, make the trip count;
don't screw it up.
Captain Burnham,
I must voice my dismay at this decision.
We left delegates behind because time is of the essence.
On behalf of the citizens of United Earth,
whose lives are in danger in this very moment,
I ask that you reconsider, so that we might better commit
the precious time that they have left
to actually attempting to communicate with the Ten-C.
We have much to convey,
and no idea how long it will take to do so.
I hear you, General.
I do.
Both Earth and Ni'Var
are home to me.
Whatever we might find down on that planet,
it could cut our communication time in half.
"Might." "Could."
This is quite the gamble for so much uncertainty.
I am certain that first contact will not go well
if we show up to the Ten-C knowing nothing about them.
I will find something down there.
I promise.
We ready?
-Aye, Captain. -Aye, Captain.
Captain Burnham?
Good luck.
♪
[original Star Trektheme plays]
[alert blaring]
Disco Zero Nine to Discovery,
we're about to enter the ionosphere.
Losing comms from there.
DISCOVERY OFFICER: Understood, Commander.
Good luck. Hope you find what you're looking for.
[comm static]
SHUTTLE COMPUTER: Protective shielding deployed.
It's good to know that the laws of physics
still apply outside of our galaxy.
Hang on. Ride'll smooth out in a minute.
SARU: Scans show numerous impact craters,
presumably caused by the asteroids.
Uh, based on the rate of atmospheric dissipation,
these would have occurred approximately 1,000 years ago.
Around the time the hyperfield itself was constructed.
CULBER: Well, that makes sense. Given how advanced they are,
the Ten-C would've had some idea
of what was coming and evacuated beforehand.
Take a look at these ruins.
The way the buildings have collapsed.
I cannot think of any materials
that could withstand the extreme pressures
at the core of a gas giant. It seems rather impossible
for biological entities, as well.
The Ten-C must've lived in the gas layers.
DETMER: But how?
They must be unlike any species we've ever encountered.
Well, there has to be something down there
to help us communicate with them.
Oh, one structure looks like it's still intact.
Perhaps it was reinforced in some way?
-But why? -We're about to find out.
Any life signs?
None whatsoever.
One less thing to worry about.
Oh, well, apologies. I-I should have clarified.
I do not read any life signs, including ours.
So we might not be alone.
Make sure they're set to stun.
[eerie whooshing, chittering]
[gasps]
[shrieking]
We're under attack! Take cover!
[gasps] Oh.
[gasping, groaning]
[Saru groaning]
[Saru whimpering]
-Mr. Saru. It's okay. -[gasps]
-[shrieking] -Breathe.
[panting]
-[shrieking] -Are you all right?
I... I am fine. Just, uh...
disoriented.
-Are you sure? -I said I am fine, Commander.
It must have been vertigo,
a... a glint of light coming off of that.
What is that?
If I'm not mistaken, we're looking at the cusp
of an extremely large bone.
TARKA: Scans show their shuttle went
all the way down to the surface.
Discovery'snot going anywhere
while part of their crew's gone,
but who knows how much time that buys us.
These'll camouflage our biosigns from Zora's sensors.
Listen, if you're not all-in on this,
you need to level with me right now.
Because if you lose focus, and we're still on board Discovery
when that shuttle gets back...
These people--
they've become family to me.
Your conscience,
versus the billions of lives that are at stake.
You can't have everything.
I know it's complicated, especially with Michael,
but the lives we're trying to save include hers,
and everyone else over there, whether or not they realize it.
-Is that a Kwejian thing? -No.
I just like having a torso.
On my mark.
Three, two...
-Aah! -Shh. Hey.
A little more clarity next time.
Seriously?
Engineering's this way.
BURNHAM: Let's stay alert.
Dr. Culber, what are your scans telling you?
CULBER: Well, it looks like
the bone structure is of unusually low density.
Before it was fossilized, it would've been flexible,
almost like cartilage.
Their physiology was perfectly adapted
for floating in gas layers.
What do you think all the blue dust is?
It's not soil. It's some kind of complex hydrocarbon compound.
No idea what, though. It's...
It's not in Federation databases.
Check this out.
A mass grave?
CULBER: The way they're all gathered, it's...
like they were bracing themselves.
Scans date these bones to the same time
as the fragment strikes.
So they didn't all escape.
Even with all their tech.
A full-planet evacuation was impossible.
It would be for anyone.
We need to get into that building,
figure out who they are
and how to talk to them. Let's go.
[panting softly]
-Saru? -Hmm?
What's going on for you?
I apologize, Captain.
I seem to be feeling things
I have not felt for quite some time.
What are you feeling?
The coming... of death. [groans]
[Saru gasping]
[program beeping]
Ah, a puzzle.
Altonian?
Ancient Earth.
Dr. Kovich introduced me to it.
Oh.
I need "an act which a person is bound to complete."
"Mission."
Exactly what I'd like to discuss, in fact.
"Mission" is seven letters.
This is ten. Fifth letter: "G."
We need to talk about your bedside manner.
The bluntness with which you spoke to the captain today
was not entirely appropriate.
And you saw how it affected General Ndoye.
I am doing everything in my power
to contain the delegates' stress and panic.
I need you to help me.
Whether they worry about tomorrow or not,
it'll arrive all the same.
I'm not sure how we can help
with their lack of perspective on that.
While I admire your commitment to the long view,
my concern is for those who are struggling right now.
They need to feel supported in order to do their best work.
So, moving forward,
I would like you to exercise a bit more tact,
starting upon our return
to first contact planning in ten minutes.
Okay, we're at the mess hall.
If it's empty, we could drop down and take a shortcut.
-It was worth a shot. Come on. -Wait.
NDOYE: If I were home, at least I could be helping
with evacuations or mounting a defense.
We still have time, General.
Captain Burnham's mission...
Is a waste of that time.
The DMA could destroy both of our worlds within days.
How can you be so calm?
Ni'Var's emergency protocols are well defined.
I trust my vice president is doing everything
according to our plans.
The math doesn't lie. There are too many.
Most will not be saved.
We are here to prevent such catastrophe.
This is where we can best serve our people.
If we act. We could be meeting with the Ten-C even now,
demanding they turn off their bloody device.
T'RINA: We cannot communicate if we know nothing about them.
Opportunities multiply as they are seized.
We should have gone directly into the hyperfield.
That was tense.
Let's go.
♪
I thought his extreme fear response was lost
-after Vahar'ai. -So did I.
But his cortisol and adrenaline levels
are dangerously elevated.
See if you can stabilize him.
-I'll continue with Detmer. -Yes, Captain.
Mr. Saru?
Come on. Let's get you checked out.
-[eerie shrieking] -[panting]
What do you think this was?
Meeting space,
worship area,
maybe an arena.
Community structures are common in a large variety of cultures.
Maybe we'll find something that'll tell us.
We're looking for technology, artifacts,
anything that can provide cultural context.
Got it.
[panting]
[grunts]
-Easy there. -[panting]
Something is wrong here.
Something is causing me to feel this.
I don't think so.
Our EV suits protect us from any external elements.
Here.
[eerie shrieking]
[panting]
Do you understand now?
I do.
[grunts]
Deck's empty. We're okay.
Okay. We're right below Engineering.
Three biosigns.
We have to create a diversion to pull them away long enough
for me to install the patch.
Once your ship is invisible to Zora...
What? You're looking at me like you have something to say.
I have an idea for a slight change of plans.
-How slight? -I want to ask General Ndoye to help us.
Well, that sounds like a great idea. They put us in the brig.
And I'd prefer not spend any more years
-under someone else's thumb. -I know it's a risk.
But if she could give us intel about Discovery'splans,
we could get right in front of any issues, adapt.
She voted in support of our plans at the assembly,
and you heard what she just said.
She needs this as much as we do.
Her planet's running out of time.
I think that she'll see the best way to stop the DMA
and save lives is to take control of this.
The shuttle could be back any minute.
I'll talk fast.
I put in the patch, you track down Ndoye.
See you back on my ship.
Hey, Book?
Be convincing.
Room's empty, Captain.
No cultural relics.
Nothing on the walls.
SARU: I...
Do you want me to take Mr. Saru back to the shuttle?
I've never seen him like this.
No. Let's see if Culber can help him.
We don't have any data yet.
I have to make this mission count.
It's not all on you, Captain.
We're all here to help.
[eerie shrieking]
[groaning]
-Captain? -No.
Stand back.
[groaning]
Stay back!
CULBER: Captain?
Your biometrics are elevating rapidly.
-Something's wrong. -Hallucinations?
What's happening to Saru is happening to me.
And now, you. Shadows, lights?
-Screaming. -SARU: Our fear responses
are being triggered to an exceptional degree.
CULBER: Except Commander Detmer.
Her biosigns haven't changed at all.
-Yet. -How is it
that we're experiencing the same visions?
Something must be affecting our minds
and causing these physiological responses.
There's no evidence of psionic energy or infrasound.
Our suits filter out environmental factors.
No fluctuations in magnetic or electrical fields, either.
So whatever's doing this is doing it some other way.
Five minutes.
We will retrace our steps and figure out what's going on.
Detmer, you stay back and keep safe, okay?
This mission comes first.
If we're not able to fix this, we're gonna need you to go back
to the shuttle and contact Discovery.
Alone.
Triple-brewed raktajino.
Hot as hell, hold the nutmeg.
You want one?
Mm...
Suit yourself.
Those puppies saved me on the Hiawatha.
When you have to power through, nothing beats the bitter elixir
of Klingon warriors.
Oh, that's my head.
There must be something pretty damn interesting in there
to upstage Klingon warriors.
I'm sorry. [laughs]
Um, just thinking about Commander Detmer.
Oh, I see. When Gray's away...
Okay, no, not like that. I...
I just,
uh, sometimes wish that I could be a little bit more like her.
Confident and, um,
you know, able to go on a mission without worrying
about all of the ways that I could screw it up.
I think it's pretty safe to assume that everyone,
no matter what calm veneer they present,
is kind of a mess.
I've just never seen her flinch.
You know, she's always really got it together.
Ask her how she was
after we flew out of a wormhole and crashed.
No one's always okay, kid.
It takes a hell of a lot of strength
to admit when you're not.
Which, I guess makes Detmer,
in fact, the shit.
If you admire her so much, why don't you get to know her?
Have you ever had a conversation?
Not, like, just us in the same...
[laughing]: I-I wouldn't really know
how to... how to start that.
Pro tip--
don't start with "I want to be you."
It's kind of creepy.
[laughs softly]
You'll figure it out.
CULBER: Well, Saru was touching my arm right before it happened.
But neither of us were touching Captain Burnham
when she became affected.
[eerie shrieking, thudding]
And-and I was outside
when the symptoms hit.
And you and the captain were inside.
[shrieking]
Could our suits be malfunctioning?
Detmer, are your settings any different than ours?
-[shrieking] -No. They're all the same.
There's no reason I should be fine.
CULBER: This doesn't make any sense.
Is there any chance...
[panting]
...it could be the dust?
There-there was a patch of ground, unstable.
I recall stepping through it
just before the hallucinations began.
It was filled with dust.
Yes, and I... I knelt in it when I was treating you.
And I touched it when I was examining the trichome.
And I haven't come into direct contact with it.
[exhales] Okay.
The hydrocarbons that you analyzed earlier--
they weren't found in any of the Federation databases.
So maybe our suits wouldn't know how to block them.
DETMER: An unknown substance could get through
if its structure was unusual enough.
[shrieking]
DETMER: Here, let me recalibrate
the programmable-matter filtering system.
There.
[shrieking fades]
[sighs]
[sighs, laughs]
[laughs]
So glad you were paying attention in those EV trainings.
[laughs]
Mr. Saru,
your respiration is still somewhat elevated.
Oh, I'm all right, Doctor.
It is just...
I had forgot the sensation of fear.
Brings back... memories.
It is nothing. It'll... it'll pass.
But I must say, Commander Detmer,
you remained remarkably calm as we struggled with the unknown.
PTSD therapy came in handy.
Plus, the way I grew up. I'm sort of
the queen of putting things in boxes.
BURNHAM: Take a look at this.
Think I got something.
Through the archway. Look at that.
It appears the Ten-C left something behind after all.
Let's go find out what.
Shield upgrade means increasing
nominal system output. You get that, right?
-Of course, Commander. -Yes, Commander.
Commander Reno, I require some assistance.
I live to serve.
What do you need?
The deck six tech-hub replicator is malfunctioning.
-What? I was just there. -I'm receiving similar reports
from decks two and three. And just now,
on deck five, it started making steamed bananas.
Okay, every word of that is bad news.
Get moving. If we lose replicators out here,
we starve to death. No pressure.
President T'Rina?
You wished to speak further.
Hello?
President T'Rina?
That message was from you?
I need you to listen.
How the hell are you even here?
My ship is nearby, cloaked.
And this is blocking Zora's sensors for the moment,
-but we don't have much time. -Give me one reason
why I shouldn't call security right now.
Because I'm here to help, but to do that, I need your help.
Two minutes. That's all I ask.
NDOYE: United Earth is now in the path
of a more powerful DMA, thanks to you.
If we succeeded, you and your home would be safe right now.
Everyone would be.
That was my goal then, it's my goal now.
You have one minute left.
I've lost my home.
You're about to lose yours.
I know what it's like to feel there's nothing you can do,
when all you want to do is take action.
We can, General.
We can end the DMA for good.
If you have a plan, I'll need every detail.
Right now, one of Discovery's shuttles is down on that planet.
They're looking for something to help with first contact, right?
That was the intent.
Is it Michael down there?
She'll get what they need.
Once she does, my ship will enter
into the hyperfield attached to Discovery.
Tarka will find the DMA's power source and disable it.
That'll stop the DMA.
Earth will be safe.
If you believe so firmly in Captain Burnham's abilities,
why not simply trust that first contact will succeed?
I have faith in Michael, not the Ten-C.
I can't let the lives of billions of people hang
on a hope that they'll be sympathetic. Can you?
How do I fit into all of this?
Stay in contact. That's it.
Tell us what she's planning
so we can do what we need to do without putting Discovery
or anyone on it at risk.
What you're asking already involves significant risk.
So I must insist that it be a backup plan only.
You need to give diplomacy time to work.
If the Ten-C capitulate before United Earth is in the red zone,
you and Mr. Tarka must stand down.
You have my word on that, General. Do I have yours?
DETMER: It can't be coincidence
that you all had the same hallucinations.
BURNHAM: It's not. Somehow the hydrocarbons let us see
and hear what they did,
what it was like when their planet was destroyed.
CULBER: How is that even possible?
BURNHAM: I don't know yet.
SARU: I may have something.
Mr. Saru?
Uh, this hydrocarbon
is markedly different
than the variety we initially encountered.
I fail to see why that should be the case.
Captain, over here.
These pillars contain traces of what I presume is their DNA--
it matches the bones outside-- but based on the differences
in methylation profiles,
the DNA inside of here
would have belonged to infants.
This must be a cocoon of some kind.
This room was a nursery.
That must be why the structure was reinforced--
to protect their young.
Which means these beings prioritize children.
They value life.
Cultural context.
I wonder...
Monitor my biosigns.
What... what are you doing?
I'm gonna let it in.
[gasps]
It feels like love.
[gasps]
It's peaceful.
SARU: It feels...
safe.
I remember feeling this with my parents.
[gasps]
Commander,
are you all right?
Yeah, I've just never felt...
[gasps]
My dad.
He wasn't well.
There was a disconnect between him and reality.
After my mom died,
it was just the two of us, so...
Oh, Detmer.
SARU: I, too,
am a stranger to some of these feelings.
I do not believe I knew an easy breath on Kaminar.
I was ashamed
when I felt afraid again today.
But I was not alone.
Neither are you.
We're feeling love and safety here in the nursery,
but outside, where so many of them died,
we experienced panic and fear, like they must have.
I mean, Kelpien and human biology
are significantly different,
but these hydrocarbons are affecting us almost identically.
DETMER: Maybe some emotions are universal.
If true, that would connect us all in quite a profound way.
But I do not yet see how we might make use
of this for first contact.
Neither do I.
But there is something here.
Let's reset our EV suit filters,
finish scans and get some samples.
We can talk while we work.
We've got to get back to Discovery.
TARKA: Installing the patch now.
Hull sensors will go numb in five.
What's your status with Ndoye?
BOOK: We're good.
I'll fill you in when we're back on board.
LINUS [over comm]: There must be some reason for the malfunction.
-TARKA: Got to go. -RENO: It almost feels deliberate.
What kind of idiot would pull a practical joke
in the middle of an existential threat?
LINUS: I don't know.
RENO: Well, then, get off comms and get me an answer.
Aye, Commander.
[soft creak]
Who's here?
If someone's screwing around, today is not the day.
Please tell me I just spoiled a surprise party.
BURNHAM: Okay, we know
the hydrocarbons convey different emotions.
But how? And why?
CULBER: Well, a number of chemicals correspond to emotional states.
Norepinephrine, serotonin, dopamine.
SARU: And there are also numerous species
whose means of expression are entirely chemical.
Uh, for instance, the Plim of Asp 27 communicate
by changing the scent of their breath.
Chemicals in the air.
But you have to be with someone.
Is there a chemical for not with someone?
Like, when I was a kid,
I didn't need to be in the same room as my dad
to know that he was in a dark place.
I could just... feel it.
A lot of Earth species-- uh, bees, wolves-- use pheromones.
CULBER: Which are often hydrocarbon chains.
Maybe these hydrocarbons are the pheromones of the Ten-C.
A way for them to communicate with one another.
Hmm.
What if...
this is our Rosetta stone?
Are you are referring to the ancient Earth artifact?
It provided context that was crucial
to deciphering Egyptian hieroglyphs.
No one could understand them before that.
And you think these hydrocarbons can do that for us?
Help us find a way to communicate with the Ten-C?
Their emotions tell a story, give us context.
Well, we need more pieces to the puzzle, but,
yeah, I think that's exactly what they can do.
[Burnham laughs]
Nice work, all of you.
This is what we came for.
Let's get this back to the team.
DETMER: Disco Zero Nine to Discovery,
we're back in comms range and on our way home.
DISCOVERY OFFICER: Glad to hear it, Commander.
See you all soon.
Captain?
Back in the nursery, I... I just want to apologize
for letting my personal issues compromise the...
If you finish that sentence, I will demote you to ensign.
It's okay to not be in control for five minutes.
SARU: For as much as we would like
to bury certain emotions, perhaps it is...
freeing to acknowledge that we would not be who we are
had we not experienced all that we did.
Maybe that's why the Ten-C created the hyperfield--
to protect themselves.
So they would never again have
to experience that kind of fear and pain.
The thing I can't reconcile is, they understand
what it's like to have their home destroyed, and
now they're doing the same to us.
If they can feel, they can connect.
If we can make them aware of what the DMA is doing,
we have every reason to believe that they'll stop it.
SARU: I regret to say, Doctor, it is
equally possible that they already know
and simply do not care.
We sent DOTs down to the planet's surface
to scan for more of the hydrocarbons.
They recovered 16 unique compounds,
including the two that you interacted with today.
We've begun testing. Initial results indicate
that each corresponds with a different emotional state.
Fascinating.
Of course, the Rosetta stone required two languages
to understand the third.
However, uh, this is still an excellent
starting point for communication.
Good job.
Well done.
Nice work, Captain.
And Mr. Saru.
I'll have my crew set course for the hyperfield immediately.
[door whooshes open]
Mr. Saru, if you could use a moment
of respite after the challenges of the day,
you are welcome to join me for a stroll on the holodeck.
I would enjoy that immensely.
DMA hits in 25 hours.
Take whoever you need to assist with testing the chemicals.
This data, Captain,
changes everything.
For the first time in a long time,
I feel hope.
Like we can really do this.
We can really find a way to communicate with them.
Thank you.
It was all of us.
And it will continue to be, moving forward.
So, thank you.
[door whooshes open]
[sighs]
[door whooshes shut]
General Ndoye?
NDOYE: What is it?
It was good to see her.
Thank you for letting me know she was back.
You're welcome.
[quiet chatter]
Hi.
I heard about the hydrocarbons.
[imitates explosion] Game changer.
-[laughs] -Yeah, I'm glad.
So, how-how are you doing?
It was... a tough day.
Good, but tough.
If you want to be alone, that-that's totally cool.
I just, um, thought maybe if you... if you wanted company,
I was just gonna hang around here for a little bit.
Company sounds good.
Okay. Um...
[both laugh softly]
All right.
Oh, by the way, um,
I did fly good today, so thank you for that.
Yes. We maybe just don't even ever have
to mention that, like, ever again.
Or we could mention it every day for the rest of your life.
-Okay. [laughing] -[laughing]
-Good. -[laughs]
You asked to see me?
Please sit.
Is this mavi?
It tastes like home.
I'm glad the replicator got it right.
I saw you lingering in the nursery.
When we were leaving.
It was nice.
To feel those few moments of peace...
I just wished I could
stay in that a little longer.
You know, a while ago, uh,
Dr. Kovich told me to take some time for myself,
and I've tried... but, uh...
...it seems I've got deeper work to do.
I'm not okay.
How could you be,
with everything you're facing?
I mean, with everything we're facing,
I don't think anyone is okay.
I keep thinking about how we felt
what the Ten-C felt today.
Their fear, their love.
And they destroyed Kwejian
and Radvek Five.
Sometimes empathy can be uncomfortable.
And it's the only way to connect,
to find common ground
for communication.
What if Saru was right?
What if they know what they've done,
and they don't care?
I mean, how do we connect with a species like that?
We'll find a way.
TARKA: The patch worked like a charm.
We're attached to the hull,
and Zora's sensors don't have a clue.
Well done.
Got some news about the mission to their planet.
-[Reno clears throat] -They're hoping to strike.
Nothing like coming home
to an unexpected hostage. Am I right?