Previously on Star Trek: Discovery:
Control will not stop coming.
Eventually, Leland will find you.
Ergo, Discovery's very existence is the problem.
Discovery's shields are up. It's protecting itself.
The Sphere's data has merged with Discovery.
- Options? - We know we can't delete the data.
Nor, it seems, can we destroy Discovery.
As long as Discovery exists here and now,
this will never be over.
Discovery has to go to the future.
We have the technical designs from Section 31.
- We can attempt to rebuild it. - Do it.
Once the Enterprise catches up with us, I'll be joining them.
I hope that you're happy, Hugh.
Captain Pike, there's something you need to see.
And then there were five.
Commander Stamets, jump us to that signal.
Class-M planet Xahea.
Really? Xahea?
Tilly!
I know the queen of Xahea.
So, you wanna use the suit to travel through time,
- with this ship flying behind you? - Yes.
There is just one problem.
Continuous regeneration of energy will ultimately burn out the crystal.
It's a one-way trip.
- You're not coming, are you? - I wish I could say yes.
Attention, all vessels, Leland's fleet has arrived.
Leland and his ships will give us one hell of a fight.
We are surrounded.
- All enemy vessels armed and ready. - Shields up.
Prepare for battle.
- Battle stations, report. - Shields at maximum, sir.
Weapons armed and ready, captain.
Transmit to all ships.
This is Captain Pike.
We have one job.
Get Commander Burnham and Discovery through the wormhole.
Section 31...
is in our way.
Once Burnham launches in the suit,
Second Squadron will match course and speed
to cover her and defend her perimeter.
Squadrons Three and Four will be the front line of defense
against the Section 31 fleet.
You will lead the attack and draw fire, to give us the time we need.
Enterprise will maintain fire on the fleet to distract for as long as we can.
But as soon as Burnham is detected,
we have to keep her safe.
All shuttles and pods, use attack formation Gamma Six.
Squadrons One and Three, coordinate positions
to disrupt and target all main enemy vessels.
This is Starfleet.
Get it done.
Mr. Saru, ETA on that suit?
The components are being synthesized and assembled as we speak.
Don't adjust the composite automatically.
I'll do it manually after each piece is cleared.
- I'm not detecting micro-variances. - No, I need a surgical spanner,
not a standard engineering coupler.
Stop. Look me in the eyes.
The silicon injectors need to be purged after each binding is molded. Watch me.
The bayonet joint on this oxygen sensor's open.
Are you trying to kill her?
- Oh, shit. - Get off the assembly. I got it.
Sorry, commander.
High speed, low drag, commander.
- The longer it takes, the fewer make it. - Yes, sir.
How much perimeter space will she need to get far enough away from that wormhole?
Commander Burnham needs to remain at the outermost radius of the battle
at 0.0004 arc-seconds.
In English, please.
I can't blow a path through what you're saying.
Tight enough so no Section 31 ships get pulled into the future,
loose enough so our guys don't get destroyed by the event horizon.
Lieutenant Spock will remain on comms to guide her.
Reno, where are we with the time crystal?
Four minutes, 18 seconds away until fully charged.
- Can you cut that in half? - Violate the basic laws of physics?
Uh, no.
Commander, we've scanned the Section 31 armada.
There's only one life sign, Captain Leland's.
The rest of the ships are empty.
Drones. Nasty ones.
Lieutenant Bryce, have you reached Starfleet?
Subspace relays are still down, commander.
Attempting to circumvent.
But we're still being jammed.
It is just us.
Any, uh, words of wisdom?
Be extremely subtle,
even to the point of formlessness.
Be extremely mysterious,
even to the point of soundlessness.
Thereby you can be the director of your opponent's fate.
I'm surprised a Kelpien, of all beings, has studied Sun Tzu.
I'm surprised a Terran is surprised by anything.
Incoming hail. It's Leland, sir.
You will see a human face.
It is not a human being.
Am I clear?
- Yes, sir. - Put it through.
Leland, we were just talking about you.
Everybody hates you.
Congratulations.
You know why I'm here.
Give me what I've come for, or die for it.
By authority granted me
under the Articles of the Federation and Starfleet Charter,
I order you to surrender your vessels.
No terms, no deals.
Last warning.
Transmit the data to me,
or you'll be destroyed.
By my count, we have over 200 vessels, and you might have 30.
Count again.
Multiple torpedoes locked on us.
- Evasive pattern Delta Five. - Aye, sir.
All power to forward shields. Fire, full spread.
Damage report.
Breach in Section 2, Decks 9 and 10. Seven confirmed dead.
Shields at 86 percent.
Shields at 82 percent.
We have a breach on Deck 12. Emergency bulkheads engaged.
I've got a leg panel.
Back plate complete.
We need an adjustment on 1.0, 2.3 and 4.2.
I'm on it. I got it.
Reno, we need that time crystal now.
One minute away. Charge at 98 percent.
All squadrons on those drones immediately!
Captain Pike, it's Po. Do you copy?
Pull her up.
She's flying directly beneath them.
Give me her shuttle feed.
Your Highness, uh, who told you you could fly a Federation vessel?
I invoke diplomatic immunity for stealing this shuttle.
All due respect, Your Highness, get out of there.
Captain, your squadron's gonna get obliterated.
What?
These drones looked off-key.
They have a refracted-lattice shield design.
You can see it in the wave patterns. They can't be defeated one-on-one.
Attack has to be two at a time,
targeting port and starboard emitters simultaneously.
Po, are you sure?
I'll put my life on it.
All squadrons.
Formation Double Alpha. Team up, and begin target acquisition.
Follow the queen.
Mr. Rhys, set all phasers for automatic targeting.
- Maximum power and range. - Aye, commander.
Owo, bring the emergency generators online.
Shields holding at 70 percent.
Leland won't destroy this ship immediately.
He'll cripple us, and take the data. Then he'll break Discovery down for parts.
Do you have anything relevant to offer?
Invite him aboard.
Whatever you have in mind, this is not a two-pronged mission.
First priority is to get Discovery to safety with Commander Burnham.
For you, perhaps.
You should know me well enough by now to know I leave very little to chance,
especially when it comes to revenge.
Good to go.
Crystal's fully charged.
Tilly, go with her and make sure it gets to Burnham safely.
He means in case one of us gets dead along the way.
- Hurry! - I'm going, I'm going. Get off my ass.
Sir. Get off my ass, sir.
What the hell?
They're gonna make a run on weakening Discovery's shields.
Divert all power to starboard shield deflectors.
Number One, place us between those drones and Discovery.
Aye, captain.
Shields down to 54 percent, and dropping fast.
Lieutenant Mann.
Target the largest 31 vessel.
- Fire on their shield generators. - Aye, captain.
The fleet is receiving signals from Leland in that ship.
- Has the shuttle bay been evacuated? - Yes.
The housing is prepped.
- I need that last panel. - Right here.
Michael?
I'm good. You?
- You okay? - Yeah.
Everybody. Reno...
I'm a cat. Five more lives at least.
You okay?
We're good.
Oh, no! No. Commander.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
No, no, no.
Take this.
Get him to Sickbay.
I'm gonna clean up this mess, so nobody else gets impaled.
You're okay.
Michael.
Let's go.
- Shields? - We're at 60 percent.
Discovery's at 38.
Neither ship is gonna last much longer.
We're not on our heels yet. Maintain offensive focus.
Make them come to us.
Commander, we are overloaded in Sickbay.
Class-four casualties in here. Class-three in the corridor.
Cortical stimulation's failing.
Any free hands to help us down here?
- Hey. I need that bio-bed. - I am sorry, doctor.
All personnel onboard are occupied. Do your best.
No, I'm gonna do a half-ass job because now's the perfect time.
The suit is ready.
Are you?
It's your mother, and it's you.
Trust what you've done together.
I do.
Ah.
Damn.
You will be the target out there. I'll pilot a shuttle
to make sure you reach the perimeter point.
What are you talking about? You're supposed to guide me by comms.
- You can't protect me in that. - There's no time for debate.
I will return to Discovery when you open the wormhole.
- I said... - I heard you.
You better.
Stay in my wake.
Discovery bridge, this is Spock.
Prepare to lower shuttle-bay force-field, then drop aft shields for 3.5 seconds.
Understood, lieutenant. Captain Pike.
We are preparing to lower aft shields. Cover fire would be appreciated.
We've got you, Saru.
- All vessels. - Yes, captain.
We calculated that Commander Burnham will need two minutes, 47 seconds
to reach safe distance and open the wormhole.
All squadrons, form a tactical escort around her,
on her path, and screen enemy fire.
I want a cocoon around her until she gets to her destination.
On it, captain.
If she doesn't make it far enough away
to open the wormhole, neither do we.
Lower shields in five...
four...
three...
two...
mark.
Interstellar debris density 72 percent above nominal.
Scanning for nominal local coordinates.
Michael.
I'm okay.
I got this.
All battle groups, form a shield wall against those ships.
Maintain protective formations. Discovery and Enterprise will lead.
Nobody gets through us until Burnham reaches her target.
Commander, something beamed aboard while our shields were down.
He's going for the Sphere data!
- Everybody, stay here. - Like hell.
Sir.
Sensors show Captain Leland beamed aboard Discovery.
We'd have to lower our own shields to beam a team onboard.
- Discovery would have to lower hers. - We can't do it, Chris.
I know.
I will override the security codes.
You try accessing the lock mechanism directly.
How much longer before you gain entry?
Five minutes.
Less if you stop bothering us.
Commander, shields down to 38 percent.
Hold the line, lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
After we're done breaking and entering,
would you like to join me in making Leland scream?
Yum, yum.
We are at a safe distance, Michael.
Understood.
Stand by.
Insufficient vertices calculated.
Temporal interface access standing by.
It's not working.
The navigation's stuck in the present. It won't move forward.
Why won't it move forward?
Captain.
An undetonated photon torpedo
has breached the hull.
If it blows...
it'll rip a hole four decks wide in our saucer section.
Everything I saw...
this is how it starts.
I saw this exact moment when I touched the crystal.
Where's that torpedo lodged, and is it live?
Deck 5, Section 2, and, yes, sir.
Lower Blast Shields 5 and 2.
Lieutenant Mann.
- Deploy the DOT Sevens. - Aye, captain.
I want them standing by for repair.
Lieutenant Amin, can we seal off the bay where the torpedo landed?
Only one blast shield will drop. The other is jammed.
Lieutenant Nicola, anyone from Munitions available?
- All occupied, admiral. - I'll fix the door on-site.
Get me a PADD. Number One, I'm with you. We'll have to disarm simultaneously.
Figure out what weapon we're dealing with. Send schematics.
Yes, ma'am.
Shield emitters in Zone 5 and 7 are damaged.
We'll break into pieces if we go into the wormhole without shields.
If we even get there.
Come on, Burnham.
The navigation interface
still won't let me set a destination in the future.
Without a destination point, we will not be able to open the wormhole.
Michael.
No.
Nothing.
If I set the signals, why can't I move us forward?
There have been seven signals, and we have only seen five.
Why would I bring us all this way to get stuck in this moment,
and die here?
Door's almost open.
Squadrons 4 through 9 are down. We're losing too many fighters.
Life support failing on Decks 7 through 13.
Shields at 11 percent and dropping. Ten percent.
We're at nine.
All remaining power to forward shields. Come about starboard, 90 degrees.
We have an incoming energy signature. It's massive.
It's a Klingon cleave ship, sir.
But I'm detecting non-Klingon power signatures, too.
Those are Ba'ul fighters.
We're being hailed.
- Put it through. - Yes, sir.
Brother.
Siranna.
I received your message.
I will never again let you fight alone.
You have learned to pilot a fighter.
We were on our way when one of your crew hailed us
to unify our efforts.
Who?
Captain, we're being hailed by the Klingons.
On-screen.
- Sorry it took us a while to get here. - Cavalry arrived just in time.
- See you brought some new friends. - Not the term I would use, captain.
However, the Klingon Empire will always fight to preserve our future.
Works for me.
The D-7 will arrive momentarily, captain.
Please transmit tactical analysis of all enemy vessels to us.
Stand by for transfer.
Fire on the armada. Destroy everything.
Yes, my chancellor.
Today is a good day to die!
Siranna, the drones have altered course to intercept your fleet.
Promise me you will be safe.
I can promise you that I will fight as a Kelpien, Saru.
Warriors of Kaminar, hold your course and calculate target locks.
All ships, the Klingons and Kelpiens have joined our fight.
Transmit encrypted data on the enemy fleet
and advise all squad commanders
to coordinate their efforts with our new allies.
Michael, the Ba'ul ships arrived here, piloted by the Kelpiens,
because your signal led Discovery to Kaminar.
- Not now, Spock. - Yes, now. Precisely now.
The signal's purpose was not simply to liberate the Kelpiens,
but to prepare them for this, for this very moment.
You used each signal to lead Discovery to an element we need to win this battle.
Starting with Reno on the asteroid.
And to Boreth, to acquire the time crystal.
To Xahea, to find the one woman in the universe who could power it.
And to Terralysium,
to identify safe harbor, once we're through the wormhole.
I saw us fail.
I saw everyone die.
The crystal showed you a possible future.
To avoid it.
We assumed I jumped from somewhere in the future to set the signals.
We didn't know from where.
I jumped from here,
from this moment.
That is correct.
In order for us to push forward, you must go back
and set the events of the past in motion, which you have not yet done.
Right, because we've been stuck in an open loop in this time.
This time.
- I have all the pieces to close it. - Once you do, Control cannot evolve.
I'll go to the asteroid, set the first signal, then all the rest.
They will lead you back here.
Do you believe we'll be able to go to the future we want?
Of that, I cannot be certain.
So, you're asking me to take a leap of faith.
One that is only logical.
Unable to locate Sphere data.
I know where it is.
Leland, you look well.
For a couple of batteries and a data core stuffed in a meat sack.
- Kind of like an AI sausage. - Ew.
Women, stop talking.
Remember this?
It's a quantum signal amplifier.
I gave it to you to transfer the Sphere data to my ship.
You're holding it now to demonstrate...
Why you won't find the Sphere data anywhere here.
Where can I access my data?
Your data?
Hmm. So many fun ways to answer that question.
Torpedo's in there. It's safe to enter.
Number One, status update.
On site, captain.
The blast door is jammed.
Its release mechanism is fried.
I'm trying to override primary circuits and reroute through secondary relays.
- Admiral, how are things on your end? - Bad.
Define "bad," please, admiral.
Secondary detonation's already been triggered.
I'd say about 15 minutes before it takes out half the ship.
- What about the injured on Deck 12? - We get them stable, get them out.
- Got it? - On it.
Dr. Pollard!
- Bio-bed. - Okay.
Easy. Easy.
Dr. Pollard!
You, over there, take Bed 2.
I could use an extra hand here.
I've got this. Get back to the bridge.
Tilly, go.
- Go. - Nilsson. Now.
I'm sorry, commander, I'm...
Paul.
Hi.
- Hugh? - Hi.
- But... - I know you're in a lot of pain.
Paul.
Your injuries are pretty severe.
I'm gonna induce coma.
You'll be fine.
Just listen to my voice. You can hear me.
I thought I could make my home on Enterprise.
You're doing fine.
Then I realized that, uh...
you're my home.
So, I came back.
Everything...
always...
came back around to you.
I'm just sorry it took me so long to see it.
You go to sleep now, okay?
You let me take care of you.
I'm your family.
Wherever we go from here...
we go together.
I've set all my jumps.
All five...
I think.
The future is still unwritten, Michael. The outcome could still change.
Spock!
Go, Michael. Now!
First signal. Destination point, U.S.S. Hiawatha.
Stardate 1025. 19.
This little dot is the only one willing to tell us where it is.
It appears to be an interstellar asteroid.
The U.S.S. Hiawatha, thought destroyed by the Klingons 10 months ago.
Man, they came down hard.
I'm Commander Jett Reno, Engineering.
Second signal, Terralysium.
Stardate 1027.32.
In 64 minutes, radiation will reach the upper atmosphere,
causing an extinction-level event.
If we were brought here, perhaps this is why.
Discovery will not allow a catastrophe on her watch.
The asteroid successfully diverted all the debris
from the planet's atmosphere.
- Where's my data? - Hell.
We have a hull breach in Zone 4. Working on shields.
Working on gravity systems.
Commander, shields aren't responding.
Shield failure in Zone 4. Any available crew, respond.
I'm in Four.
I'm gonna swap the particle matrix in the emitter,
and get the shields back online.
- I just have to keep my eyes closed. - What?
I've only done this once, and I was blindfolded for a drinking game.
- Ensign, we cannot depart without shields. - Yeah, I'm aware.
Local gravity systems failure.
It doesn't have to be this hard.
Not hard is boring, and I hate boring.
Gravity restored.
Third signal, Kaminar.
Stardate 1035.86.
You brought hope back with you,
you and your Red Angel.
Damn it.
Matter-antimatter intermix regulator is still fully functional.
I can't disable it.
Let's try reprogramming the guidance systems.
Maybe conflicting commands will force it to shut down
until it acquires a new target.
You sure there's no way to reprogram the blast door instead?
I wish there were.
Captain, plans A and B didn't work.
We're now into the Hail Mary part of the operation.
That's been just about everything today.
How much time do we have left?
Less than five minutes.
Report back to the bridge. I'm giving you the conn, Noona.
Admiral, do everything you can to buy Burnham more time.
- I'll be down in a moment. - Wait.
Admiral.
And I thought my chancellorship would be bloodless.
Return fire!
Destroy those who would harm your chancellor!
Tell the D-7 to target the drone fleet that attacks Discovery.
We will wade knee-deep through the ruin of our enemies.
Fourth signal, Boreth, Klingon Territory.
Stardate 1048. 66
A new time crystal could let us send the Sphere data
into the future after all.
Fifth signal, Xahea.
Stardate 1050.8.
And what might Xahea have to do with powering the time crystal?
My dilithium incubator.
It'll replicate the power of a supernova, and it'll charge your crystal.
Michael?
It's done.
My mom said she was trapped 950 years in the future from Doctari Alpha.
That was 20 years ago.
Discovery, I'm setting coordinates
for the Beta Quadrant, Terralysium, 930 years from this launch point.
Should take us where we need to go.
Commander, the quantum fluctuations within the wormhole make it difficult
to track your position using standard sensors.
How do you intend to guide us through?
I'll set a signal.
The sixth signal. Like the North Star, that's what this is.
You can follow it to me on the other side.
Copy, commander.
I'm approaching the briefing room now.
Copy that, captain.
Standing by to assist.
Thank you, Number One.
Your algorithm was the easiest to predict.
You would want fast access to this ship's two most valuable assets.
The data is in the spore console.
You think this cage will hold me?
What if we transfer the antimatter to antimatter pods?
Too risky.
Sure you can't reprogram the guidance system?
I've tried.
This thing's gonna blow in 90 seconds.
There's an emergency lever for the blast door.
I can bring it down manually, from the inside,
and seal off the rest of the ship.
- No. - We are out of time.
That last light will change. This torpedo will blow.
Everyone on the bridge, maybe everyone on this ship, will die.
If you do this, you die.
This is my ship, my responsibility.
This isn't where your story ends.
I think you know that.
If I'm meant for a different future,
this thing can't possibly go off with me in here.
Maybe not,
but how many people will pay the price if you're wrong?
- Kat. - Go.
It's time.
And, Chris...
Whatever your path may be, you can handle it.
Discovery to Enterprise. Are you all right?
We're okay.
But we lost the admiral.
Burnham, we are running out of time.
Okay, it's time to go, Spock.
Get back to Discovery.
Michael.
I cannot.
What?
When my vessel was hit...
My engines are disabled.
Discovery can lock onto you with a tractor beam.
There is no time, and even if there were, they would need to lower their shields
to beam me aboard, and they will not survive doing so,
not with the amount of damage that ship has sustained.
You must go.
I just got you back.
I don't wanna let go.
Neither... do I.
I already lost you once.
You never lost me, Michael.
As a child,
I was truly lost.
The path of my father.
The path of my mother.
You came into our lives,
and you taught me it was possible to travel both.
You found me.
You saved me.
That wasn't me.
That was always in you.
You are my balance, Michael.
You always have been.
And I...
I'm afraid that I will not find it again without you.
Okay.
Listen to me.
Listen to me, little brother.
This is the last advice I'll ever be able to give you.
There's a whole galaxy out there.
Full of people who will reach for you.
You have to let them.
Find that person who seems farthest from you...
and reach for them.
Reach for them.
Let them guide you.
I will.
I only wish I could be certain of your safety.
You will.
I'll send the last signal.
I'll send it through the wormhole when we get to the other side.
I will watch the stars for it.
Oh, enough with the tantrum already.
Let's end this now, shall we?
You should know, I've magnetized the spore cube.
Enjoy.
Spock to Enterprise. My shuttle's engines are disabled.
I will not be returning to Discovery.
Hold your position. We'll transport you out.
Saru, how are your shields?
Ensign Tilly, where are we?
Almost there!
Somebody owes me a beer.
We are good to go, sir!
Shields back up to 40 percent.
- More than enough. - Stand by to transport, Spock.
I love you, too, brother.
Commander Burnham, on your mark.
Burnham to Discovery.
Let's go.
Lieutenant Detmer, full power. Follow her signal.
All vessels, aim at three mark five mark two.
Clear a path.
Goodbye, Captain Pike.
Goodbye, my friends.
My family.
We're on our way, Paul.
We're on our way.
This does not end here.
Actually, it does.
And it's going to hurt.
And I'd like to hear you scream now.
You!
Captain, they're all dead in the water.
Open fire.
Georgiou to bridge.
I'm in Engineering.
Leland is dead.
Control is neutralized.
Copy, commander.
We are on our way.
Go.
Go. Go.
State your name and rank.
Ash Tyler, Acting Commander, Section 31.
Christopher Pike, captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Number One.
How long is this gonna take?
- You were present during the attack? - I was.
I was.
Discovery was Control's primary target.
We were just in the way.
When was that?
I believe the exact date is in the logs.
Discovery was attempting to escape while badly damaged.
Spore drive must've suffered a catastrophic failure in battle.
It just went...
Boom.
Seconds before Discovery's disappearance,
our long-range sensors detected high-energy gamma rays
and gravitational waves consistent with a quantum singularity.
How do you explain that?
It is hardly my responsibility to provide what your own sensors could not.
I saw Discovery explode.
They're all gone.
That's your official response?
For the third time, yeah.
Anything else?
Commander Michael Burnham.
- Do you think she...? - Do I think she what?
Commander Burnham went above and beyond, before her death.
Section 31, whether by error or corruption,
took its eye off the ball,
and is indirectly responsible for this catastrophe.
We agree the organization requires a radical overhaul,
and perhaps far more transparency.
With the loss of Admiral Cornwell and Captain Georgiou,
we'd like to remove the "acting" from your title,
make it permanent.
Wasn't so long ago I had to fight to wear a Starfleet uniform.
And that dedication, coupled with a perspective...
Commander,
it's safe to say that your worldview is uniquely suited
to the dualities intrinsic to Section 31.
- Have you eliminated Control entirely? - We have.
The destruction of Discovery was tragic,
but does not, in and of itself, resolve the issue.
Even more radical steps must be taken
to ensure that type of scenario never repeats itself.
I'm eager to hear your recommendations, lieutenant.
Regulation 157, section three,
requires Starfleet officers to abstain from participating in historical events.
Any residual trace or knowledge of Discovery's data,
or the time suit, offers a foothold
for those who might not see how critical, how deeply critical, that directive is.
Therefore, to ensure the Federation never finds itself facing the same danger,
all officers with knowledge of these events must be ordered
never to speak of Discovery, its spore drive, or her crew again,
under penalty of treason.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
We'll take it under advisement.
Personal log.
Stardate 1201. 7.
One hundred twenty-four days have passed since your disappearance.
It has been difficult,
but we've managed not to reveal the truth of Discovery's fate to Starfleet.
To have done so was to risk rendering your sacrifice meaningless.
If we learned anything,
we learned we're not yet ready to learn everything.
Mother and Father are diplomatically immune from interrogation,
and they fully understand, our silence is meant to keep you safe.
We have sworn never to speak your name in the presence of others.
Yet I feel you with me, always.
With every moment,
I grow more surefooted in this in-between place,
more certain of who I am becoming.
You teach me, sister,
even now.
Every night, I look to the stars for your signal.
And every night,
I have to remind myself of the scientific truth
that time is relative.
One hundred twenty-four days for one...
is the blink of an eye for another.
It is difficult to reconcile, logically.
But to paraphrase an earth physicist:
The universe is under no obligation to make sense to me.
I believe that you were successful.
I choose to believe it.
That is the only gift I have left to give you.
It may not be logical,
but I am proud to bear it.
Mr. Spock to the bridge.
You detected an anomaly, captain?
Number One's running it now, but, uh...
looks like it's in the Beta Quadrant.
That's correct, sir.
And we have confirmation.
The location of the seventh signal,
51,000 light-years from our present position.
I'll run the analytics.
Where to, Number One?
You're the captain...
captain.
I hear we discovered a new moon at Edrin Il.
- That we did, sir. - Thank you, Number One.
In that case, let's give her a spin.
Sound good to you, Mr. Spock?
Yes, captain.
Let us see what the future holds.
Ready for warp, sir.
Hit it.