Last season on Star Trek Discovery:
Seven hundred years after we left, dilithium supplies dried up.
The Federation tried alternative warp-drive designs,
but none proved reliable. Then came the Burn.
No one knows how or why it happened.
But in an instant, all dilithium went inert.
Any ship with an active warp core detonated.
The Federation as we know it disappeared overnight.
This is where the Burn started.
I'm reading there is dilithium dispersed throughout this planet.
Federation could use that news right now.
There's a signal coming from the center of the nebula.
The message is over a hundred years old.
This is Dr. Issa of the KSF Khi'eth.
Those marks on Dr. Issa's head... She was pregnant.
We have come to rescue the child.
Su'Kal is his name.
We may have found the source of the Burn.
You are no longer alone.
Saru has asked for time to consider his next steps.
He'll return to Kaminar to help Su'Kal build a new life.
- This is home now. - No. Kwejian is home.
I really liked seeing Kwejian.
I really liked being there with you.
- Have you spoken with Saru? - Yes, sir, I have, but...
He wants you to captain Discovery. I do too.
So many worlds have been struggling since the Burn.
We found a way to mine the dilithium on that planet.
You and your crew can bring it to them.
You can bring them hope, Commander Burnham.
They have waited long enough, and I think, so have you.
Everybody ready?
Yes, captain.
Let's fly.
It is an honor to be the first visitors
your planet has received since the Burn.
On behalf of the United Federation of Planets, we thank you.
We've been sent to convey their desire
to reconnect with your great civilization
and to raise the possibility of sharing resources
and technology in the future.
It's tradition to give a gift as a means of establishing trust.
So as a gesture of goodwill, we have dilithium on our ship,
and we'd be pleased to offer it to you,
as we have done with many other worlds.
No strings attached.
I'm sorry, that's an idiom, not a non-literal...
We're familiar.
Perhaps we should speak plainly.
Forego the niceties of politics.
- Oh, there's been a misunderstanding... - No misunderstanding.
You brought something you think we need
along with the tantalizing offer
to help yourselves to our technological bounty,
all for the low, low price of "no strings attached."
I'm pretty sure she said the words "possibility" and "share,"
but other than that...
Book.
I am aware that in the decades leading up to the Burn,
your relationship with the Federation was strained.
But you've changed.
Things are different now. We can trust you.
We scanned your ship. You brought a third life form to our planet.
Yeah, that's Grudge.
Grudge.
Felis catus, a domestic species of small carnivorous mammal.
You claim to understand our culture, yet bring a carnivore to our world?
Domestic. I said domestic.
She's my pet. She lives on my ship.
I feed her, love her, give her cat treats.
- Is she grateful? - No.
- No. In no way. - Bad attitude.
- Yet you expect us to be. - No. Oh, no, no, no.
- You came to make pets of us? - We haven't come to make you anything.
- Let me explain. She's a queen. - She's a queen.
- You hold a monarch captive? - Oh, no, no, no.
Emperor Lee'U, we have the utmost respect for you...
- This is bad. This is really bad. - Do your empathy thing.
- My what? - Your empathy thing, right now.
- I brought you here to connect with them. - I don't think they want to.
You will take us to your ship.
We will free the queen.
- Oh. - Yep, time to go.
They're not gonna be happy seeing a massive starship.
- They're not going to. - What?
Wouldn't fit. I'm sending the little guy.
- It'll be here in time? - About to find out.
Ugh! Why is there always a cliff?
Why say "carnivore" to the butterfly people?
They are not butterfly people. Why do you even have a pet?
- Why not have a hologram goldfish? - I had one. Grudge ate it.
Who eats a hologram?
The butterflies are shooting us. Bring up weapons system.
No! Do not fire back. This is a diplomatic mission.
Then I'm beaming us out.
- No, we have to give them dilithium. - They don't want it.
If we leave now, they will never trust the Federation again.
- Or we'll come back. - Why haven't they hit us?
- What? - The Alshain.
- They should've hit us by now. - And that's a problem?
Captain, sensors have you moving erratically.
- Everything okay? - Yep. Just negotiating.
About to hit a tree! Hang on!
"Don't fire back," she says.
They're having trouble navigating.
Still able to shoot at us.
Great, maybe we'll live long enough to pet my hostage again.
That's it.
- It's their satellites. - You're not explaining, are you?
- Rhys, some help. - Want me to send a team?
- No. It's a science problem. - Is this a chase?
Are you in a chase?
The Alshain can't stay on course in flight.
- We need to get their satellites working. - Aye, captain. We'll figure it out.
Commander Stamets?
Unless the Alshain are hitting the Romulan whiskey, which I doubt,
- the problem has to be... - The planet's magnetic poles.
They started shifting 300 years ago. They're now 14-degrees west
of where they'd been for thousands of years.
Alshain use the magnetic fields to navigate during flight.
- Like birds? - Did you know birds are born
with a mineral called magnetite
that helps determine the magnetic field to find north?
They'd have developed technology to help compensate.
Captain was right.
The dead satellites...
Geomagnetic compensators.
Nice work, both of you.
Jovar Tal loved birds, so...
All right, what's with the compensators? Why aren't they working?
They use dilithium to stabilize power.
I'm not getting dilithium signatures. They're out.
- Captain Burnham... - Got it.
Send DOTs with enough dilithium to restart the array.
Monumentally shitty idea.
- You want them to catch us? - We have to earn their trust.
More Alshain coming.
- We can give you covering fire... - Do not fire, we've got this.
No, Michael, we do not.
- We're done. I'm beaming us out. - We can't.
- Not every moment is a victory. - Compensators re-initialized.
- You were saying? - Congratulations.
Now they can shoot right at us. Can we go now?
You tell me.
Now.
You're welcome.
Captain, the emperor is hailing us.
Thank you, Lieutenant Christopher. Put him through.
You did not experience a pleasant visit, Captain Burnham.
- One way of putting it. - Then may I inquire:
Why still give us your dilithium?
Because we're the Federation. It's what we do.
If you need anything else, we're here.
No strings attached.
That was a hell of a thing.
Thanks, everyone.
All right.
Let's fly.
The Federation's gift of dilithium can take us back to the stars.
Or it can benefit our citizens in their daily lives here on Kaminar.
The danger of travel is too great.
And the Burn cannot happen again, now that I have left the dilithium planet.
How can you be sure?
There is always a risk.
We cannot live in fear.
Great Elder, you have yet to share your perspective.
We would value your words immensely.
Su'Kal is correct: There is no danger of another Burn.
The science is clear in that regard.
I have marveled these five months on Kaminar.
Past generations of our species lived in fear and hatred.
We live now together, in communion.
And while at times we may struggle,
I believe there is much we can share with other worlds.
Our duty is to our home, is it not?
If you define Kaminar alone as home,
it is, of course.
But consider this.
Here, we live, love,
grow food in the light of our sun.
However...
it is not our sun.
We share it with six other planets in our solar system.
A system which is one of many in a shared galaxy.
Beyond our galaxy...
space.
In truth, we are on an island together.
We must ask ourselves:
Do we honor our interconnection,
or do we curl inward like a leaf pulled from its tree?
After the Burn, that is what many chose.
But this is a new era. Is it not?
If you tell me you've made a dress uniform for Grudge, I'll stay.
Almost. I'd almost stay.
No, you shouldn't miss your nephew's Ikhu Zhen ceremony.
A boy only becomes a man once.
And this is a big deal, right?
Starfleet Academy reopening after 125 years.
You introducing the president...
which you're not excited about.
- Why would you think that? - Your growly face.
- I don't have a growly face. - Yes, you do.
You get that 11 between your eyebrows.
Oh.
President Rillak is using this moment.
Should be about the cadets and the people that fought
- to bring the Academy back to life. - She's doing what politicians do.
- Don't punch her in the head. - I'll do my best.
Sorry Saru's not here to see it.
Yeah, me too.
It's okay. He'll come back when he's ready.
And I'll join you on Kwejian soon.
You know, you got lucky today.
- Luck is being ready. - Come on. We weren't ready.
Are you seriously complimenting yourself? Nearly getting us killed.
- It worked, didn't it? - Kind of.
- See you soon. - Okay.
Be safe.
Captain.
Last year this time, Federation Headquarters was cloaked.
The Federation itself had 38 member worlds.
Now we have 59.
And the cloaking shield is nearly gone.
There's no more need to hide.
Today, we reopen Starfleet Academy for the first time since the Burn.
And in this moment, I feel like anything is possible.
You are tomorrow's ensigns, lieutenants, commanders, and captains.
And in this new world,
all of you will go where no one has gone before.
And you will make the path by traveling it.
And from what I see...
From what I see...
I am honored to be in your company.
And now, please allow me to introduce our special guest,
the new president of the Federation, Laira Rillak.
Thank you, Captain Burnham.
Let me begin by acknowledging that today would not be possible
without the U.S.S. Discovery...
and your crew.
Thanks to your efforts,
we now have a vast supply of dilithium
we can distribute to distant worlds.
And we have reestablished peaceful relations
with planets that were antagonizing our members only five months ago.
It's a lot to live up to.
No pressure.
We are learning from the mistakes of the past.
Developing new technologies
to reduce our collective dependence on dilithium,
and continuing to rebuild the Federation and Starfleet.
Not that any of you need the reminder,
but one of Starfleet's original missions was scientific exploration.
And now that we are able,
we are embracing that mission once again.
Cadets, if I may turn your attention
to the newly constructed Archer Spacedock.
Here, our existing fleet will be upgraded,
and the next generation of Starfleet vessels constructed.
Vessels that will, once again, take us to new worlds,
new civilizations.
Places we can't even begin to imagine right now.
Isn't it amazing? Look up there.
Heard you had fun with the Alshain.
Yeah. I have to cover your shifts more often.
Don't get too cozy.
I'm only consulting on the Curie for another two days.
- It is a privilege to be here. - I wish I could thank you all
for everything you left behind.
We appreciate that.
It was our duty, Madam President.
Still, 930 years is a long way from home.
From this perspective, you can't really get a sense of the scale...
Those cadets, that feels like 1000 years ago.
And yesterday, which it was. Simultaneously.
Did you know there are people that don't have to put up
- with spacetime shenanigans? - I bet they sleep great.
Mm. Good for them.
Lieutenant used to feel so far away.
Is this about Osyraa?
You deserve that promotion, Tilly. You all do.
Oh, I know.
- I think I... - Captain.
The admiral needs you. It's urgent.
This is Commander Nalas from Deep Space Repair Beta Six,
sending a request for help from any Starfleet vessel
that might hear us.
I'm not sure what happened, but we lost reactor control thrusters.
Gravitational stability is also compromised...
- That's all. - How long ago was this?
Two hours.
Whatever affected the station also knocked out the subspace relays.
Solar flare?
Electromagnetic pulse could've taken them offline.
Haven't gotten any reports, but we'll check.
Kwejian's the nearest system.
- I'll check and see if they know anything. - Can Kwejian help?
We can't allow them to wait for rescue
to reach them at warp. Discovery will go right away.
Repair the station's systems and report back what happened.
- Yes, sir. - I'd like to join.
See that spore drive in action.
Madam President, safety protocols. We can't put you at risk, ma'am.
Well, thank you for your concern,
but I can't ask anyone for a sacrifice I'm not willing to make myself.
Having you aboard Discovery heightens the danger...
to my crew.
I appreciate your passion, captain. I'll see you onboard.
I know that look well enough.
Admiral, she's trying to prove herself. She wants to say she's seen action.
I think she's ticking off a box.
Captain, this is a delicate time.
We're all still learning what we need as we grow the Federation.
I'm sure we don't need politics as usual.
Well, you may not like to hear it,
but an adept politician can be a powerful tool
when the world feels upside down. And...
the president doesn't need your permission to board Discovery.
Now excuse me, I'm late for dinner.
Sir.
I'm so glad you were able to bring your family home.
See you when you get back.
And give Mr. Booker my best.
President Rillak will be joining us.
Standard protocols apply.
Commander Detmer, take us to safe range for the jump.
- Black alert. - Aye, captain.
Madam President, you may want to brace yourself.
- The first one can be disorienting. - I'll be fine.
Flew cargo ships for my father back in the day.
Okay. Jump.
- Owosekun, the station? - Locked onto it, but something's wrong.
Onscreen.
What the hell?
What could've done that?
Not a solar flare.
Whatever it was, the station can't take that much longer.
Neither can its crew. Yellow alert. Let's get into it.
Wow.
Kyheem.
So much more beautiful than I remember.
Can you feel it?
Oh, yeah.
Hello, old friend.
When was the last time you saw it?
Not since I became a member of the pack myself.
You do the honors.
The World Root. Put your hand on it.
The warmth you feel is the chain of a million hands.
We do this to remember.
We do this because the universe is unknowable.
But we can know this.
You're now part of a chain that goes back, unbroken.
This root system that reaches all the way around Kwejian...
it is our heart, and its sap is in the amulet your father wears.
Today you'll get your own.
It's something you never take off.
Why aren't you wearing yours, Uncle Book?
- A story for another day, Leto. - Okay.
The sap of the root...
and the blood of your family.
Wear this.
Carry us and Kwejian with you.
Always.
I'm proud of you, Leto.
- Thanks. - You're very welcome.
- Go show your friends. Go. - Okay.
I'm happy you're here.
Thank you for asking me to be part of it.
Scans show the station moving at 720 kilometers per second,
radial velocity 22 degrees per second.
Shields are down, with magnetization of the hull.
- Something must've hit them. - Still no response.
Keep hailing the station. Let me know when you have them.
- Pull up the distress call. - Aye, captain.
This is Commander Nalas
- from Deep Space Repair Beta Six... - Stop.
Beside him. Magnify that.
Oh. Extreme lensing, two-pi steradian solid angle.
In Federation Standard?
Gravitational distortion. Hit the side of the station,
must've taken out the relay. Commander Rhys?
I don't see anything that could've created a distortion.
Keep looking. Follow up with Kwejian, see if they have anything.
Aye, captain.
Captain, I have Commander Nalas.
Commander, I'm Captain Burnham of the U.S.S. Discovery.
President Rillak is here.
Ma'am, it's an honor.
Captain, thank you for coming.
What's your status?
We were hit by something. I don't know what.
We've got all ten of us in the main control room.
Life support seems to be gone everywhere else.
Inertial dampeners are fluctuating, artificial gravity is a mess,
and our sensors are unreliable.
One of my engineers called it a "shit-show."
Which is Earth for "bad," I'm told.
It is, indeed. How can we help?
I can fix thrusters, that'll stop the spin.
But our Q-nodes are squiddled and they need to be replaced.
If you can send engineers with programmable matter,
we can get on it.
Will do, stand by.
"Squiddled"?
Akoszonam expression. It means "destroyed beyond repair."
Tilly, what do you know about replacing Q-nodes?
I can do it, but if you want it fast, Adira grew up using this tech.
Have them come up. I want you with them.
Owosekun, can you get a lock on the station's control room?
I can get coordinates within a margin of error
- if Keyla can match speed and rotation. - What do you mean "if"?
On your mark.
Aye, captain.
We're at 20.
First away mission.
Are you nervous?
Um... No.
Fine, maybe.
I just... I mean, she made me an ensign,
so she has faith in me.
I just want to show her she made the right choice.
You're gonna be great. And when I incorporate...
How about "get a body"?
"Get a body," and I start kicking ass doing my own stuff,
- I'd expect you to say the same thing. - But you won't need it.
You're like the most confident person I know.
Besides the captain, maybe.
We're now in a synchronous orbit. Owo should be good to go.
Ensign Tal, are you ready?
Yes, absolutely. Yeah. Um, locked and loaded.
You know. Signed, sealed, delivered.
Ready to stop talking now.
Good luck, both of you.
Welcome to our gravity nightmare. Q-nodes are in there.
Uh, I have the programmable matter.
Oh. Hey, whoa, please do not touch that.
We're here at your request.
Right, but it's my station, my responsibility.
Okay, but, uh, polyhedronic quantum-data memory devices are kind of...
Insanely tricky. I know what happens
when they're not properly linked to the multi-phasic processing unit.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude.
I'm just trying to protect my crew.
Okay. Let's let Commander Nalas take the lead, since we're his guests.
We gotta get thrusters working.
I'm working on the primary processing unit.
You two take the secondary unit. And thank you.
Commander Nalas, we've got it.
Initiating thrusters in three, two, one.
Captain, can you confirm that all the thrusters are currently working?
I can.
Radial velocities decreased by 38% and counting.
Nice job. How are life support and sensors coming?
Just getting started now.
- How much longer you need? - Forty-five minutes maybe?
You got it.
We've got incoming debris of some kind.
Commander, analysis.
It's frozen methane.
Shields up. Red alert. Can we extend shields over?
- I think so, but it will drain power. - Do it. We'll figure it out.
Captain, what's happening?
The edge of an Oort Cloud, methane ice, must've been carried in
by the gravitational distortion. Hang tight. How big is it?
- Still trying to calculate. - Small stuff was just the front.
Rest is about to hit. Hold on!
- How long will shields hold? - Fifteen minutes.
Tilly, this is now a rescue mission.
- Prepare to beam with Adira and the crew. - It's not gonna work.
- Too much interference. - Owosekun?
- I can't. Transporter isn't responding. - Commander Stamets.
Commander Stamets.
The impacts caused a power surge that blew out the Heisenberg compensator.
How long to fix it?
- Three hours. - We don't have that kind of time.
What happened anyway? Is Adira okay? And Tilly and everyone?
Everyone's fine. Skip the compensator.
Pull power to the shields.
- We need time to evacuate them. - On it.
Tilly, can you get everyone to the station's shuttle bay?
That's on deck one, and we don't have E.V. suits up here.
What about an escape vessel? Every deck should have one.
- They're meant for one-way trips. - I can reprogram it.
So just trust me with this, please. I got it.
Make it fast.
It's this way.
The door is jammed from the outside.
We can't separate the vessel from the station.
- Okay. We need to climb to another deck. - There's no life support.
Sensors are malfunctioning.
Commander, I understand that that seems like an option right now.
It is an option. It's the only option.
Uh, captain, we have a problem too.
The de-coupler is jammed, and Nalas is losing it.
Tilly can handle him. We're gonna get you out.
Bring the vessel onscreen.
Shields down to 30%.
How long will it take DOTs to remove that debris?
- Longer than we have. - Can we get close enough for a spacewalk?
No, but I could take a worker bee.
That's too dangerous. If we lose shields...
Detmer's right. That's our best shot. But I'll do it. Rhys, you have the conn.
Are you sure you should be leaving the ship during a red alert?
There's no margin for error.
I've logged more advanced E.V. hours than anyone else on board.
That makes me the safest and the logical choice.
Does it?
Madam President, are you questioning my decision?
A question doesn't imply questioning, captain.
Whatever happens, keep those shields up.
Aye, captain.
You're thinking of Discovery again.
Of your friends.
Michael.
I am.
It does not mean that I am unhappy here.
It is hard to be away.
As it was hard to leave Kaminar all those years ago.
One cannot have all the lives one desires.
A choice is always necessary.
Then, perhaps. Kaminar was very different in your time.
Now you can serve the Federation and remain close to the council.
To me.
I made a promise to you,
and it is my joy to keep that promise.
I appreciate all you have done.
You're the father I never knew, and my first true friend.
But I have other friends now.
Family.
If you are staying for me,
you need not.
What of those who still turn away from you?
Who see you and think only of the Burn?
There will always be those who fear what they do not understand.
But they are fewer now, thanks to you.
I'm safe.
I'm loved.
I'm happy.
My heart is here, but yours can be here and out there.
Balance is possible. Is it not?
How long is this going to take? We just can't keep waiting.
Hey, she's here.
Rhys, you have eyes on that?
We do. It's clear of the vessel's launch trajectory.
Great. Two pieces left, grabbing them now.
- Captain! Do you read? - I'm okay.
I'm okay. Patch me through to Engineering.
Stamets, how are we doing on shields?
Uh, holding at 25%.
I love 25%.
Well, heh, don't celebrate just yet.
I pulled all the power I can from the EPS grid.
And we're maxed out. No more help is coming.
You saw what happened.
Your captain can't save us. Move.
Commander Nalas, no.
I can't allow you take your crew on a suicide mission.
- Hey, please... - Adira, stay on task.
It's my crew.
You're leading them to a very dark place.
Put down the phaser.
Nalas. It's President Rillak.
I know this is a lot, all of it.
But I am asking you to give Captain Burnham a few more minutes.
I am confident she'll get you out.
All of us want you to see your beautiful world again,
its freshwater oceans, the Fissure of Jorat.
How do you...? Most Akoszonam don't even know the Fissure.
Ah, shame. It's breathtaking, isn't it?
The way the steam explodes straight out, condensing into that iridescent mist.
There's nothing else like it in the cosmos.
I know you want to go home, Nalas.
All of you do. Please.
Yes.
Almost there.
Got it. You're clear, Tilly!
Go. We all won't fit in one trip. I'll wait with them.
Lieutenant Christopher, open a channel to the president.
Channel's open, captain.
Captain Burnham.
- Thank you for the assist. - Happy to be of service.
Out of curiosity, were you reading his file,
or have you been to the Fissure of Jorat?
It's not curiosity. You're wondering if I lied to him.
Did you?
Does it matter?
Station crew are safely on board.
Vessel is leaving Discovery for its second run.
- Should be back in five. - How much time do we have?
Four minutes if we're lucky.
When the shields are down, we'll be exposed. We could be destroyed.
- Captain. - We're not going anywhere.
That was an inspiring speech you gave at the Academy,
but everything is not possible. You cannot defeat the mathematics of loss.
- We have before. - So therefore you're immune to failure?
Are you pulling me from the chair...
Madam President?
Because if not, I have a job to do.
You're the captain.
Have you found what spooked the birds?
I've searched the entire forest, nothing out of the ordinary.
Maybe they sensed an earthquake. Too small for us to feel.
I don't know, Kyheem.
You've been up there for a while. Come on back. It's time for dinner.
These birds.
Take Leto and get someplace safe.
- What is it? - Just do it. Now!
I need to find out what's happening.
Warning. Proximity alert. Warning. Proximity alert.
Kyheem!
The nanosecond this is over, I'm on the first ship home.
- When's the last time you were back? - Too long.
Living on autopilot.
What about you two? What's next?
Oh, you know, sleep, tea, bubble bath.
Lieutenant?
Oh, uh...
I don't know, to be honest.
Shuttle has arrived.
Let's go.
We're almost home.
We've lost shields.
Is the escape vessel okay?
Aye, captain.
- How much longer? - We'll have the vessel in five.
- Black alert! - Four.
- Three. Two. - Structural breach on Deck 8!
- Re-routing DOTs for repair. - One.
- They're clear. They're clear! - Jump!
All medical and emergency personnel to shuttle bay.
Repeat. All medical and emergency personnel to shuttle bay.
Adira? Tilly?
We're here. We're safe. We're good.
Let me do a scan.
Nalas? Commander Nalas?
I don't understand. We made it. We were safe.
Hugh! Hugh! Help me.
- Hold on. - I can't...
We've almost got you.
Over here!
Culber, what's happening?
Is everyone okay?
Come.
Three dead, four wounded.
And nine who get to go home.
It never gets easier.
Kobayashi Maru.
You're Starfleet?
No.
Flew cargo for my dad all over the sector.
Taught me the value in meeting people,
or circumstances, where they are.
The test is rigged, you know.
Kobayashi Maru.
They don't tell you that up front.
So when you fail, you go back to your quarters
and all you can think about is how you want to retake it,
how you can be the one to beat it.
Then you realize you never will.
Yeah, hence the lesson.
Acceptance.
There are things beyond your control. You mitigate that as much as possible...
I can't mitigate life and death.
I lead to bring everyone home.
Leadership is about balance.
Knowing what weight is yours to carry and what isn't.
You just don't see that yet.
You didn't come on my ship to tick a box, did you?
Well, as you know, we are developing some new technologies.
A next-generation spore drive is among them.
There are still a few hurdles to overcome,
but other technologies,
like the pathway drive prototype, has been moving forward nicely.
Plans are to install it in Voyager for testing.
And I am evaluating my shortlist for the captaincy.
I suppose I'm no longer on it.
No.
You're not ready.
Define "ready."
Don't misunderstand me, captain, you are eminently qualified...
Untested technology is a different beast, I get that.
But please...
define "ready."
The willingness to accept all potential outcomes
of a command decision and an ability to make the hard call, regardless.
It's a matter of experience, really.
Respectfully, ma'am, Discovery is my home.
I wouldn't have accepted even if you'd offered.
That said, I don't think I'm out of line in pointing out that my experiences
have prepared me for any kind of captaincy.
Well, you saved us.
You led your crew to the future. You deciphered the Burn.
Yes. I did.
Your acts of bravery are irrefutable.
They are also huge swings of the pendulum. And in a time of rebuilding,
there is a very fine line between a pendulum and a wrecking ball.
That is quite a strong opinion for someone who's just met me.
I read the debrief of your arrival at Federation headquarters.
Would you like to know what it says?
I take it that's a rhetorical question.
It says a tremendous loss in your formative years
has left you with a pathological need to save everyone you can.
I fail to see the negative in that.
Commanding from a place of personal need places others in harm's way.
You were prepared to sacrifice the many to save the few.
- Everyone could have died. - But they didn't.
One day, they might.
That is precisely the kind of Pyrrhic victory
Kobayashi Maru trains you to avoid.
Captain, Mr. Booker's here.
His ship arrived via autopilot. Something's wrong.
Pull up Kwejian on the deep-space array.
What happened?
My ship was hit by something.
The stars, everything was warped.
The gravitational distortion.
- Kwejian is light years away from that. - Captain?
I inputted Kwejian's coordinates, but...
What?
Nothing's there.
You must've done it wrong.
No. These are the coordinates.
Widen the search radius.
It's hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.
Pull it up.
They're gone.
They're all gone.