Star Trek: Discovery – Season 2 | NYCC Trailer
Star Trek: Discovery – Season 2 | NYCC Trailer
Star Trek Discovery | Season 2
longest yeah boi
good article y’all: http://www.startrek.com/article/discovery-heads-to-blu-ray-anthony-rapp
it’s what the people wanted.
Anthony Rapp attends the ‘Star Trek: Discovery’ Press Conference and Red Carpet during Comic-Con International 2018 at Hilton Bayfront on July 20, 2018 in San Diego, California.
Anthony Rapp, Anson Mount, Mary Wiseman, Shazad Latif, Doug Jones, Sonequa Martin-Green, Wilson Cruz, and Mary Chieffo attend the ‘Star Trek: Discovery’ panel during Comic-Con International 2018 at San Diego Convention Center on July 20, 2018 in San Diego, California.
4 or 7 for mylvia!
7. “I got hunted down and dragged out of hiding and now I’m in some scary lab (pretty sure I’m about to be dissected) but just before the operation this scientist came in to check everything was alright, wait what you’re unhooking me from the machine now we’re running away out of the science lab. man, maybe humans aren’t that shitty afterall.”
Michael was not here to fuck around.
Her mission was essential. Her survival was negotiable. Her success was mandatory.
But she wasn’t going to get anywhere if she let some human cut her open only to discover that she wasn’t as alien as they were led to believe.
Glancing at her surroundings, she noted grimly that it would take time to escape her bindings and figure out how to get the door open, and time was a luxury that she could not afford. Perhaps she could wait until one of the humans came inside to make her move. She would have to be careful—she would not have the privilege of mistakes.
When someone finally slipped inside, it was not with the assured confidence that Amanda carried when she entered a room on Vulcan—it was with a peculiar hasty clumsiness that made Michael frown externally, raising a flare of optimism internally. She could work with this. She could get out of this.
The human—pale, hair tied into a tight, painful-looking knot at the base of her skull—approached Michael with quick movements. “Hi!” she whispered.
Michael’s frown deepened.
“Hold still,” the human added, reaching for Michael’s binds. Michael did not bother pointing out that she had no intention of doing so—that seemed fairly self-evident.
She did not expect the human to undo the clasps securely holding her down with assured hands, which was why she remained immobile for a pause longer than necessary.
A mistake that she could not afford.
Michael got over her surprise quickly, jumping to her feet and shoving the human against the corner of the room safe from security cameras.
“Explain yourself,” she said lowly.
The human’s eyes were wide, like a frightened sehlat. “I’m rescuing you!”
“Why would you—”
“There’s no time. We have to get out of here.”
Reluctantly, Michael made the split second decision to go with whatever was happening. This human’s inexplicably reckless decision would bring her closer to her mission’s completion, and that was all that truly mattered. She released her. “Fine. Lead the way.”
Looking relieved, the human rushed for the door and ushered Michael out. There were no alarms. Michael wondered how she had done it but dismissed the curiosity as unessential.
After the human pushed Michael into a custodial closet and offered her a security guard’s uniform labelled LYDIA, it was almost comically easy for them to walk out of the building together.
They did not speak until the woman led her to a sedan. Two people were already sitting in the front seats, and they settled into the back seats. Michael felt the surreal nature of the situation settle in. After everything she’d witnessed in her mission, it was stunning. It did not feel human.
The man sitting in the driver’s seat turned around. He was effortlessly handsome, dark eyes kind as they settled on Michael. “Are you okay?” he asked.
It took Michael a stupidly long beat to realize he had spoken in Vulcan. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded in English.
The man in the passenger’s seat rolled his eyes. “We’re rescuing you and possibly the entire Earth. Don’t act so ungrateful about it.”
“Paul,” the woman next to Michael complained. She turned to Michael. “Don’t pay him any attention. He hasn’t had a great week.” She extended a hand, and Michael stared at it. “I’m Sylvia Tilly, radiologist.”
Michael steeled herself before calmly shaking Sylvia Tilly’s hand. “Michael Burnham.”
Sylvia brightened. “Sorry for the circumstances of our introduction, but I’m so happy to meet you! You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to talk to a Vulcan!”
This brought Michael back to the glaring issue at hand. She narrowed her eyes. “I see. And how do you know anything about Vulcan?”
“Tilly found the radio frequencies you guys use for space travel about five years ago,” Paul, the disgruntled man in the passenger’s seat, cut in. “She and Ash have been working on translating your language pretty much since then.”
The driver raised a hand. “I’m Ash Tyler, linguist,” he said. “It’s an honor, ma’am.”
“What do you want from me?” Michael asked warily.
The three humans exchanged glances before they seemed to unanimously decide that Sylvia should answer. She turned to fully face Michael. “We’re here to persuade you that Earth is ready for first contact.”
“This is an outrageous breach of protocol,” Michael said bluntly. “I have made my report. Humanity is not only unprepared but unworthy of intergalactic participation. Your species is greedy, corrupt, emotional, rash, and, quite frankly, destructive.”
“You have seen the worst of us,” Sylvia agreed softly. “We—overheard your communications to Vulcan. We know what this means for us.”
“Exile from everything we’ve worked towards,” Paul grumbled. “Eventual, slow death as our resources run out.”
“We’re here to show you the wonderful things we can offer. Give us a chance to show you the good side of humanity.”
Michael closed her eyes for a moment. Since her arrival on Earth, she’d been disrespected and tossed aside in the most humanity-incriminating ways possible. She did not feel charitable, but her feelings were inconsequential. She was a scientist and an anthropologist first.
“Fine,” she said after a pause. “You have forty-eight hours.”
Paul straightened in outraged alarm, and Ash threw her a panicked look. Both opened their mouths at the same time to protest her words, but Sylvia smiled brightly at her and spoke before they had the chance. “I can work with that.”
Michael wavered slightly on the inside.
These humans were going to be the end of her.