(The hull is being repainted to say USS instead of ISS.)
GEORGIOU: Emperor. On your knees, slave.
(Burnham grabs Georgiou's weapon then hands it to the Transporter Chief.)
BURNHAM: This Kelpien is my captain. Sir, I can explain.
GEORGIOU: Yesterday we dined on the entrails of his brethren, and today you seek his favour?
SARU: Transport our visitor to guest quarters on deck three and confine her there now.
(Georgiou is beamed away.)
SARU: You told me there were no Kelpiens in the other universe. You lied.
BURNHAM: I hoped to spare you the pain.
SARU: 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?
TRANSPORTER CHIEF: Aye, Captain.
POLLARD [OC]: Captain, your presence is requested in sickbay.
SARU: With me.
BURNHAM: I could offer excuses. I was trying to destabilise 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.
SARU: 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.
BURNHAM: Any news from Command?
SARU: Federation ships have appeared on long-range sensors, but none answer my hail.
BURNHAM: Doesn't feel much like home.
SARU: Discovery suffered damage riding the mycelial shock wave back into our universe.
We are running on auxiliary power until repairs are complete.
SARU: Deck four. Doctor 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.
BURNHAM: How? What happened to him was completely outside of the realm of sanctioned medicine.
SARU: Starfleet did not perform the procedure. It was the Klingon L'Rell.
BURNHAM: His torturer?
SARU: 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.
POLLARD: Captain, he's awake.
BURNHAM: Is that an order, Captain?
SARU: I fail to understand.
BURNHAM: Is that an order, to see him?
BURNHAM: I'm sorry. I can't.
SARU: What are your findings, Doctor?
POLLARD: 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.
SARU: So, is he human or Klingon?
POLLARD: Neither. Both. We can't be sure. Not without understanding the science behind
the reassignment procedure.
SARU: And how do we do that?
POLLARD: I suppose we could start by asking him.
TYLER: Mister Saru. Thanks for the save.
SARU: And Voq? I can access his memories, but there's a disconnect. Like watching someone
else's life or something.
SARU: Do you remember what was done to you?
TYLER: The Mo'Kai call it a choH' a'. Species reassignment protocol. Specifically designed to
infiltrate classified Starfleet intelligence.
SARU: Are there others?
TYLER: 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.
SARU: I... Will you cooperate with us? Share everything you know?
TYLER: Of course. I would do anything to undo what I've done. Is she alive?
SARU: Specialist Burnham has returned safely aboard Discovery.
TYLER: Thank God. Can I
SARU: Focus on your recovery. You both survived a harrowing ordeal.
TYLER: Saru, I tried to kill her. I murdered Doctor Culber. I belong in the brig.
SARU: 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.
(A monitor bracelet is fastened to Tyler's left wrist.)
RHYS: Vessel is approaching, sir. Federation signature.
SARU: Hail them at once.
BRYCE: Aye, Captain.
OWOSEKUN: Captain, its shields are up. It... Its phasers are charged and targeting.
SARU: Shields up.
RHYS: I'm picking up an incoming transporter signature. We're being boarded.
(The boarding party includes a Tellerite, an Andorian, and humans.)
SARU: Identify yourselves!
MAN: Hands where I can see them!
SARU: I demand an explanation for this intrusion!
SHUKAR: We ask the questions. Clear for transport.
(Sarek and Cornwell beam in.)
CORNWELL: Where's Captain Lorca?
BURNHAM: Sarek, please.
CORNWELL: Stand down, Specialist. Now. Computer, initiate command-level override. Authorisation
Admiral Katrina Cornwell, pi beta six.
COMPUTER: Override confirmed.
(Discovery powers down.)
CORNWELL: Start with him.
SARU: Ambassador, what are you doing?
SAREK: What the times require. My mind to your mind. My thoughts to your thoughts.
(Mind meld ended after a few seconds.)
SAREK: Mister Saru is who he appears to be. The Discovery has been through an inconceivable ordeal.
CORNWELL: Then where the hell is her commanding officer?
SAREK: Captain Lorca is dead.
CORNWELL: Bastard. (phasers the bowl of cookies to oblivion) The Lorca I came up with was measured,
he was reasoned. But I couldn't have imagined
SAREK: That Lorca was an impostor from an alternate universe was not the most obvious conclusion.
We were all deceived.
CORNWELL: Discovery was destroyed by Klingons nine months ago. I saw the debris with my own eyes.
SARU: That wreckage belonged to the Terran Discovery. The two ships switched places when we
jumped across universes.
CORNWELL: 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.
Now, with your return, we have disseminated your hard-earned, cloak-breaking algorithm to the front lines,
which will neutralise the Klingons' ability to render their ships invisible.
But our fear is it's too late. The war here has waged on for nine brutal months without it.
Stardate 4789.6. Klingon vessels launch hypothermic charges at Kelfour VI, burning off their
atmosphere and killing 11,000 civilians instantly. Stardate 4851.5. A cloaked raider tails the
USS Saratoga into spacedock at Starbase 22, then ignites its antimatter supply in a suicide mission.
Days later, similar assaults are carried out on bases 19 and 12, resulting in the loss of one-third
of our fleet. Research outposts at the border colonies of Nivalla, Septra and Iridin have also been destroyed.
The only children spared are now orphans.
BURNHAM: There's no pattern to these attacks. There's no logical progression to their targets.
There's not even consistency of method.
SAREK: In the absence of a clear leader, the Klingon Houses are divided once again. At the start of this
war, we fought one enemy. Now, we fight 24. They quarrel among themselves, hence the indiscriminate
nature of their aggression. But their collective aim seems clear. To compete for dominance by seeing
which House can destroy the most Federation assets. We are fodder for their futile savagery.
Our deaths, their spoils.
CORNWELL: Nearly 20% of former Federation space has been occupied. Discovery will jump to Starbase
One immediately. All evidence of your recent journey will be classified and destroyed.
We cannot risk the knowledge of this alternate universe leaving the confines of Discovery.
BURNHAM: I don't understand.
STAMETS: There would be too many possibilities.
SAREK Indeed. Our people have suffered terrible losses. What would you do if you thought that
your dead wife, your lost child, your murdered parents, all might be alive on the other side
and that a technology exists for you to see them again? This knowledge must be buried.
CORNWELL Command will want this locked down.
SARU: Of course, Admiral.
CORNWELL: Starbase One is our only remaining sanctuary. Can you jump us there?
STAMETS: Well, it's, er, 100 AUs from Earth and over a light-year from our current position.
We used up the last of our supply of spores to get us home, and I can't jump without them.
SAREK: The journey at warp will be perilous. Klingons swarm the quadrant.
CORNWELL: I'm afraid we have no choice. Saru, take the ship to warp as soon as possible.
BURNHAM: Admiral There's one more thing you need to know.
BURNHAM: Emperor, the Federation has questions. I need you to answer them.
GEORGIOU: What kind of guest would I be if I refused such a simple request?
CORNWELL: I'm told that, in your universe, your word is law. Here, we do things differently.
GEORGIOU: I can see that.
SAREK: The resemblance is remarkable. What do you know of your counterpart, Captain Philippa Georgiou?
GEORGIOU: I know that she is dead and I am not. But I will leave you to determine which of us has
CORNWELL: Specialist Burnham has assured us that your arrival in this universe is without motive,
but your presence here remains complicated.
GEORGIOU: The solution, however, is not. Send me home.
BURNHAM: The Emperor narrowly escaped a violent revolution. She deserves political asylum.
GEORGIOU: I don't need your protection.
CORNWELL: We have charted a course for Starbase One. You will be held there, humanely, until
Command can determine a proper course of action.
GEORGIOU: So I am your prisoner.
CORNWELL: Look, Your Highness, or whatever you're called, I'll tell it to you straight.
I'm not even sure we know how to send you home, and even if we did, we have a war to fight.
I'm sorry. Like I said, you're our guest. Make yourself at home. (to Sarek) The resemblance is remarkable.
(to Burnham) See that she's comfortable.
TYLER: Stamets, I'm sorry. Words... Words are not enough, and I know that. But I am.
STAMETS: You killed a good man. A man that I loved. Do you remember that?
TYLER: I do now.
STAMET: And does it gut you? Does it sicken you? (Tyler nods) Good. Maybe you're still human after all.
(Conversations stop at Tyler walks through to the replicators to get a meal and drink. Tilly goes to sit
TYLER: You don't have to do this. I'm okay.
TILLY: How could that possibly be true? Just eat. And talk, if you want to. I'm here.
(Detmer joins them.)
DETMER: Welcome back.
(Then others come over to say Hi.)
SARU: Admiral. Starbase One within range.
CORNWELL: Well done, all.
(She takes the Captain's chair.)
BRUCE: USS Discovery to Starbase One, permission to initiate docking procedures.
CORNWELL: She'll be a sight for sore eyes.
BRYCE: Admiral, I'm unable to establish contact.
CORNWELL: Reset our channels. I'll override the comms restrictions manually.
(Saru's ganglia start twitching.)
CORNWELL: Detmer, drop us out of warp.
DETMER: Aye, Admiral.
CORNWELL: Bring Starbase One on screen.
OWOSEKUN: Aye, Admiral.
OWOSEKUN: Enhancing image.
BURNHAM: That's a Klingon crest. House D'Ghor.
SARU: They've seized a Federation starbase?
CORNWELL: Scan for life signs. Now!
OWOSEKUN:- Complying. Sensing 274 Klingon life signs aboard.
CORNWELL: Federation life.
OWOSEKUN: Er, negative, Admiral. There's nothing.
CORNWELL: There were 80,000 souls on that base. A large contingent of our leadership and at
least three starships. The Klingons are practically in Earth's backyard.
OWOSEKUN: Captain, we're being scanned.
(Cornwell is frozen.)
SARU: Detmer, maximum warp. Get us out of here.
DETMER: Yes, sir.
CREWWOMAN [OC]: Long range sensors to maximum.
CREWMAN [OC]: Maintain constant scans of Klingon contacts.
SARU: Admiral, Discovery awaits your orders.
CORNWELL: Maintain current course and speed. We will make contact with Command. What's left of them.
L'RELL: You live.
CORNWELL: And you've finally made it aboard the USS Discovery, though I suspect you've found the
L'RELL: Even from a cage, Kahless hears my call.
CORNWELL: I do not subscribe to your ideals. And yet, I feel as though you and I understand each other.
L'RELL: T'Kuvma taught that all humans are without courage. About this, he was wrong.
CORNWELL: I want to be truthful with you. Your side is winning. When we met, you had nothing but
contempt for the crumbling leadership of the Klingon Empire.
L'RELL: T'Kuvma sought to strengthen and unify the Great Houses. If he has succeeded in only this,
it is cause for celebration.
CORNWELL: Your Great Houses are carving up Federation assets among their factions. A captured starbase
bears the insignia of House D'Ghor, not of the Klingon Empire. Is that the kind of unity your
messiah proclaimed? They think nothing of the collateral damage caused by their brutal attacks.
They target civilians, hospitals, food convoys. They slaughter innocents and inspire terror
across the quadrant.
L'RELL: This is war, not a child's game with rules. We fight to preserve Klingon identity.
CORNWELL: No one is looking to destroy your culture. Our laws are founded in equality, freedom.
L'RELL: T'Kuvma taught us that the Federation cannot help itself. It seeks universal homogenisation
CORNWELL: T'Kuvma was an ignorant fool, and your people are moving closer and closer to my home planet.
What are you looking for? More territory? Conditional surrender? I mean, your people won't even make demands.
Why? How does this war end?
L'RELL: It doesn't. Klingons have tasted your blood. Conquer us or we will never relent.
CORNWELL: Thank you.
BURNHAM: There's been a change of plans. Another Klingon attack. You'll have to stay on board
Discovery a little while longer.
GEORGIOU: It makes no difference. One cell in this universe is as good as another. You heard your Admiral.
BURNHAM: We mean you no harm. The Admiral was just
GEORGIOU: Tell me about the Vulcan. There is a connection between the two of you.
BURNHAM: Why would you say that?
GEORGIOU: The way you look at him is not unlike the way you look at me.
BURNHAM: He's essentially my father. He raised me.
GEORGIOU: So you were orphaned here as well.
BURNHAM: Another echo of fate between our worlds. Your rule extends through every system in your galaxy.
You've conquered places Starfleet hasn't even dared to explore. I see now that the time for peace has passed.
I need you to tell me, how did you defeat the Klingon Empire? I started this war, and I need to finish it.
GEORGIOU: Why did you bring me here? Truly.
BURNHAM: I wanted to show you a place of morality, of hope.
GEORGIOU: Let me tell you, daughter who is not my daughter. In truth, you wished to save me because you
couldn't save her. This regret that you have for what you did, it weakens you.
BURNHAM: I feel it every day of my life.
GEORGIOU: The Klingons are like cancer cells, constantly dividing. To root them out, you must
destroy the tumour at its source. How much do you know about Qo'noS?
CORNWELL: I suppose I don't have to tell you it's the middle of the night.
BURNHAM: I have a proposal.
SHUKAR [hologram]: I left Discovery only to learn that a Klingon attack is imminent.
They are gathering forces to launch a strike on this whole system.
CORNWELL: The Klingons are taking the fight to us. We need to take it to them, to Qo'noS.
DRAKE [hologram]: Attack the Klingon homeworld?
CORNWELL: Not a simple attack. A simultaneous strike on their planetary-defence batteries,
immediately followed by the coordinated destruction of all military targets planetwide.
A single offensive so destructive, it will force the enemy to retreat from Federation space and head for home.
SHUKAR [hologram]: Our remaining fleet is being called back to defend Earth. Discovery should join them.
SAREK: Each path of logic leads to the same conclusion. Starfleet tactics have failed us.
We must adapt if we're to have any hope of survival.
SHUKAR [hologram]: Qo'noS is uncharted territory.
DRAKE [hologram]: We have no idea where their defence batteries are, much less their weapon production systems
SHUKAR [hologram]: The planet's dense upper atmosphere prevents long-range topographical and energy analysis,
and no Starfleet officer has set foot there in this century.
DRAKE [hologram]: Your strategy is a good one, Katrina, but it's not feasible without a map.
And by the time Discovery got close enough to begin surveying, they'd blow her out of the sky.
CORNWELL: She's not gonna be in the sky.
CORNWELL: Let's go over it again.
BURNHAM: Qo'noS is composed of a subterranean series of now dormant volcanoes. It is a planet of caves.
STAMETS: Some of them, according to Specialist Burnham's intel, are big enough to house a
BURNHAM: Rather than surveil our targets from orbit, we can map the terrain from the inside out.
STAMETS: Thereby minimizing our risk of detection.
SARU: Jumping a massive starship inside a cave of impenetrable rock does seem... challenging.
Travel aboard the mycelial network is, in itself, a sort of advanced detection system of geophysical imaging.
I can easily identify the voids in energy that would represent a chasm versus a solid mass.
BURNHAM: And once we're in position within the cave system, we'll release our surveillance drone
to collect the necessary tactical information.
CORNWELL: Good. Because I've assured Starfleet we can do this. And by we, I mean you. It's a good plan,
Specialist. Well done.
BURNHAM: Thank you, Admiral.
SARU: One question. How do we get the spores necessary to make the jump?
STAMETS: We'll have to grow them ourselves.
SARU: My understanding is that your crop took years to cultivate.
STAMETS: Set a course for the Veda system, and get ready for a show.
STAMETS: Prototaxites stellaviatori. My original sample, and the last-remaining mycelium of this strain.
We are headed to an uninhabited class-4 moon in the Veda system. And if this works,
I might even let you name it.
TILLY: You're gonna terraform a moon? Your own research on the success of an organic mycelial harvest
was indeterminable. I've studied your data myself
STAMETS: Straal quashed it. He wanted to keep the crop captive, but if ever there was a time to go wild
GEORGIOU: Your child is lost.
SAREK: Do not confuse my ward with yours.
GEORGIOU: My daughter was a singular example of brilliance until one foolish choice doomed her world.
SAREK: If I understand correctly, my ward saw through the man who brought down not just your child,
but your empire. Perhaps best not to make comparisons. Why have you requested my presence?
GEORGIOU: You were summoned, Vulcan, for one reason. I want to help you end this war.
SAREK: The information you provided Michael has already proved valuable.
GEORGIOU: I told her as much as she could handle. Our daughters are not so unlike after all.
In my world, Qo'noS is little more than a blackened mass of dust. The Klingons fight for scraps
and fear certain death. But it took a great deal more than a mapping drone in a cave to get there.
SAREK: You assured Michael that your plan would prove effective.
GEORGIOU: And it will, momentarily. But they will regroup. Their longing to destroy the symbol
that is Earth runs far too deep. What if I could show you how to bring them to their knees once and for all?
SAREK: The Federation does not subscribe to what I imagine are Terran methods of combat.
GEORGIOU: You face annihilation. Is it not logical to do anything you can to save the lives of your kind?
Give me what I want, and I can assure victory for the Federation.
SAREK: What are your terms?
SAREK: I must return to Vulcan. There are evolving details to the plan that must be considered.
BURNHAM: What evolving details?
SAREK: I sense you are uneasy. During my mind-meld with Saru, I learned of your attachment to the
Klingon spy and what he did to you. Such events are clearly troubling.
BURNHAM: I'm fine, Sarek.
SAREK: I remain unconvinced. There is irony here, of course. The man you fell in love with was a Klingon.
BURNHAM: He... I don't know what he was.
SAREK: There is also grace. For what greater source of peace exists than our ability to love our enemy?
BURNHAM: I've made foolish choices. Emotional choices.
SAREK: Well, you are human. As is your mother. There is no telling what any one of us may do where the
heart is concerned. We are at war. Logic dictates that each farewell may be our last.
(They exchange Vulcan salutes at the transporter room door.)
SAREK: Do not regret loving someone, Michael.
BURNHAM: Admiral Cornwell requested a status report.
TILLY: This is the last of the mycelial transport vessels. We will be able to launch by the time we reach Veda.
BURNHAM: I just said goodbye to my father, and it felt different. Final. It won't be, right?
TILLY: Did you ever think when you signed up for Starfleet, that you'd be forced to see war and death?
BURNHAM: Death found me when I was a child. So, yeah, I knew what I was getting into.
TILLY: I don't think I did. Not really. Does that make me naive?
BURNHAM: It makes you optimistic.
TILLY: When we were in the Terran universe, I was reminded how much a person is shaped by their environment.
And I think the only way that we can stop ourselves from becoming them is to understand the darkness
within us, and fight it. Tyler needs you.
BURNHAM: I'm told he's doing well.
TILLY: That's not possible, not when you've lost the person you care about the most.
BURNHAM: He killed a Starfleet officer, and he he tried to kill me.
TILLY: And those crimes are reprehensible, but Tyler is not the person who did that.
At least he's he's not anymore. He is something other, someone new. And what we do now,
the way that we treat him, that is who he will become. I know you still care about him.
BURNHAM: I do. That does not mean I should.
TILLY: Michael, he's been stripped of his badge. He'll never fly for Starfleet again.
He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up in a lab or a cell. What kind of future can he have?
Say what you have to say, even if it's goodbye.
CORNWELL: Lieutenant Stamets, your stop.
STAMETS: Locked and loaded, Admiral.
CORNWELL: Detmer, put her into geostationary orbit.
DETMER: Locking in approximately 800 kilometers above the moon's surface.
STAMETS [OC]: Copy that.
STAMETS: Initiating mycelial ejection protocol. Engaging agri-transport boosters.
(The swarm of projectiles soft-land on the surface and fire their payloads into the ground.)
CORNWELL: Status, Lieutenant Stamets.
STAMETS [OC] : Sensors from the terraforming field show
STAMETS: Root structures forming in zones 922 and 5041. Ready the EM darts.
TILLY [OC]: Darts calibrated.
(Pulses are fired at the moon surface. Stamets and Tilly enter.)
STAMETS: Come on, kiddos. Come on.
(A fungi forest grows rapidly and starts to release spores into the atmosphere.)
COMPUTER: Spore generation at four percent. Eight percent. Twelve percent. Fifteen percent.
Nineteen percent. Twenty two percent. Twenty seven percent.
CORNWELL: I would congratulate you, Lieutenant, but I'm afraid the work has just begun.
COMPUTER: Forty seven percent. Fifty two percent.
BURNHAM: I don't know where to start.
TYLER: I do. I'm sorry. I know there's no way I can prove this to you, but Voq, he's gone.
BURNHAM: I believe you. Was there ever really an Ash Tyler? And did he love me? Because I loved him.
You lied to me. You said that if it got to be too much, that if you couldn't handle it, you would come to me.
And it did. And you didn't. And that wasn't Voq, that was you. Tyler.
TYLER: Who the hell is Tyler? You think I know anymore? You think I have any idea who I am now,
where I belong? This isn't about a lie. This is about you looking for an excuse to end it.
TYLER: My crewmates have been kinder than they need to be. Why are you, the person who knows me best,
so quick to turn your back?
TYLER: I want you to admit it. Admit that you can't do this anymore because you finally went there
with someone and things got complicated. Because your parents were killed by Klingons and you fell in
love with one.
BURNHAM: Maybe you're right. I know in my head that you couldn't be responsible for Voq's actions,
but I felt your hands around my neck. And I looked into your eyes and I saw how much you wanted to kill me.
The man that I love wanted me dead. And no matter how hard I try, when I look at you now, I see Voq's eyes.
I see him. Your crew may have put it behind them, but I can't.
TYLER: I shouldn't be here. I should be an activated Klingon spy, behind bars or dead.
Michael, the reason it didn't take, the reason L'Rell couldn't get through to me? That was you.
Did Ash Tyler love you? Hell yes, he did. And I can't find my way back without you.
BURNHAM: We created something beautiful today in a desolate wasteland that had never seen life.
After the Battle of the Binary Stars I was so lost. I had to sit with myself. I had to work through it.
I had to crawl my way back. I'm still not there, but I'm trying. That kind of work, reclaiming life,
it's punishing and it's relentless. And it's solitary.
TYLER: No, I...
BURNHAM: Ash. It's not easy letting you go.
CORNWELL: The mycelial bloom was successful. A spore harvest is underway.
SAREK [hologram]: Then the jump to Qo'noS will be possible?
CORNWELL: Yes. Imminently.
SAREK [hologram]: The Federation Council has been briefed on our newly acquired intelligence from the Terran.
Despite the extraordinary risk, all are agreed that we have no choice but to proceed.
Our very existence hangs in the balance.
CORNWELL: Then it's time.
CORNWELL: Open a shipwide channel. We have all mourned the enormous loss of life due to this war.
The acts of violence committed against us are the acts of a foe without reason, without honour.
And they will not stop coming after us in the hopes of destroying everything that we hold dear.
These are desperate times, and they call on us to do more than merely protect our people, defend our borders.
I stand before you with a mission. At 2100 hours, the USS Discovery will jump for the Klingon homeworld
in order to map its surface and isolate vulnerabilities and military targets. This brave team will be the
first to visit this inhospitable planet since Captain Archer and the crew of the Enterprise NX-01
nearly 100 years ago. So allow me to introduce you to the person who will chart your course to Qo'noS.
Captain Philippa Georgiou.
GEORGIOU: Thank you.
CORNWELL: Though long presumed dead, Captain Georgiou was recently rescued in a highly classified
raid of a Klingon prison vessel. She was transported aboard Discovery with my personal retinue.
The mission to Qo'noS is a perilous expedition, and Starfleet is confident that Captain Georgiou
is uniquely qualified to get you there and to do what needs to be done.
GEORGIOU: Specialist Burnham, I trust that this will be an auspicious reunion, despite our history.
Now take your station.
BURNHAM: Yes, Captain.