The Federation ships are hiding.
They pose no thr*at.
Open your hearts to the one who delivered this great day.
T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!
T'Kuvma, my lord,
it has been six months since your ship was disabled and the w*r began.
We are left behind, in disrepair.
Your followers are hungry.
Help me guide them to nourishment.
You are an artist now?
This is the orbit of every object
we have scavenged through in the debris field.
There are no Birds-of-Prey that we require to restart our engines.
-There is one ship. -We will not have this discussion again--
The Shenzhou is within range.
It may have been abandoned,
but it still has an intact dilithium-processing unit.
This is the very ship that felled T'Kuvma.
To fuse its technology with our own would be blasphemy.
You had no such outrage when we ate its captain.
I saw your smile when you picked the meat
from her smooth skull.
As T'Kuvma perished in my arms...
I swore to keep his fire lit.
To resist assimilation.
To lead his followers.
But now they slowly die of hunger on this ghost ship.
His legacy dies with them.
I cannot allow it.
What good is purity
if it leads only to death?
My father was T'Kuvma's blood kin,
but my mother was House Mókai...
the watcher clan, the deceivers, the weavers of lies.
When I was a child,
she gave me a bat'leth
and told me to cleave my own heart.
To choose one house over the other.
Instead...
I built a bridge to serve both.
Now it is your turn to build,
to go into that graveyard
and bring back the Shenzhou's processing unit
for the good of your people.
You must go to that ship.
Kol.
What is the reason for your welcome visit?
The last time I was here,
on the eve of the w*r,
I hurled disrespect.
Now I come with humility.
T'Kuvma teaches that in a united Klingon Empire,
no one kneels but our foe.
Wise words.
But words don't win wars.
Your house's ship has what no one else has:
cloaking technology
that can crush Starfleet.
We need you back in the fight.
We have scavenged the dead vessels floating around us in the graveyard
left by our battle with Starfleet.
Six months since that fight, we are almost operational again.
But we still lack a dilithium processor.
We are almost out of food, too.
But as T'Kuvma taught us...
what belongs to House T'Kuvma...
belongs to House Kor.
May the words of your messiah, our messiah,
also sustain us.
Remain Klingon!
Remain Klingon!
Atmosphere pressurization complete.
L'Rell.
There is nothing worth taking on this deck,
or in the captain's ready room.
I have located the dilithium processor.
The coupling unit is covered in crystal residue.
Unplugging the processor could cause an expl*si*n.
One sudden move and we join the Black Fleet.
I will free it.
L'Rell, we do not always view things the same way...
but I have come to know you
as one who is astute.
More astute than I.
Thank you, my lord.
Why do you call me that?
T'Kuvma made you his successor.
Surely you doubted his choice.
T'Kuvma barely knew me,
while you served at his side for years.
T'Kuvma saw something in you.
A purity of devotion.
I do not want the mantle of leadership.
Standing behind you, I am free to move.
Able to be your enforcer, defender, campaigner.
I am fortunate to have you.
Shall we uncouple?
Thank T'Kuvma.
With this, our ship will fly.
What is this?
Provisions. From my ship.
I provided some,
and your crew fell in line behind me.
The price of loyalty is low for those who are starving.
You've failed.
You are as useless as you are ugly, son of none.
T'Kuvma anointed me.
I am the Torchbearer.
And for that privilege,
you allowed a human to extinguish his light.
The star of Kahless was lit by T'Kuvma.
The great houses are now together as one.
Only until we defeat the Federation.
Then we will divide again.
But your strange ship,
her crew, and cloaking technology
will now serve me.
I would sooner die.
It is yours, my lord.
k*ll him.
I know a more fitting fate.
Dump him in the grave of our enemy.
T'Kuvma, my lord.
They left me here to die
in the nest of the vermin who took your life.
My faith tells me this is not the end.
My faith tells me this is not the end!
Voq.
You renounced me.
To save your life.
It won't be long before Kol realizes I'm gone.
We need to go after them. Make House T'Kuvma whole again.
They belong to Kol.
Now we must strategize on a grander scale.
In order to convince the 24 houses to follow T'Kuvma's teachings,
you must win this w*r.
Prove to all you are the one true Torchbearer.
You speak as if you have a way.
I do.
I've stolen a raider, and will take you to the home of the Mókai.
I will leave you with the matriarchs,
who will expose you to things you never knew possible.
But it comes at a cost.
What must I sacrifice?
Everything.