We have always looked to the stars to discover who we are. And hidden there is a message. The secret made of space and time. Visible only to those open enough to receive it. Captain Christopher Pike requests permission to come aboard. We'll commander this is awkward, but the best way to get into a cold stream is to jump right in. I'm here to take a man to the discovery under regulation 19 Section C. Your directive is on the institute. The minute threat is detected. The Federation's sensors picked up seven red bursts. Spread out across more than 30,000 light years. These mysterious signals are beyond anything we understand. Is it a greeting? The Declaration of Malice. Let's find out. I serve. Next second, Swamp Act. I am in total free fall. Trust us. Discovery has you, right, ladies? Absolutely. Oh, dear. This is the power of mass people. We have someone to come. My foster brother is just a spark. He took leave. He says at a feed and run into a question maker and answer. Spark is linked to these signals. And he needs help. We're on a collision course with a pulsar. What are we going to leave? We're all going to die. Wherever our mission takes us. We'll try and have a little fun one more. I'll hold you feathers. I look for me to it. Hidden. Yeah. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Minus. You're okay. You look a little... Yes. I hear it's going around. Bless you.