Context is for Kings Line-by-Line

[May 20]

(The pilot goes tumbling backwards, relative to their motion.)
COMPUTER: Warning. safety tether disconnected. Warning, autopilot malfunction.

 

[Athena28]

STONE: We're all gonna die.

 

[Orac]

(A tractor beams sucks them into the USS Discovery's shuttle bay.)

[Shuttle bay]

(The prisoners are escorted out at gunpoint.)

Tannoy: Ensign Chiefowitz, report to the medical bay. Ensign Chiefowitz, report to the medical bay.

 

[May 20]

STONE: Not a scratch on the floor. This puppy just rolled off the assembly line.

 

[Orac]

Psycho: What's a brand-new starship doing so far from the front lines?

 

[Athena28]

LANDRY: This is the USS Discovery. My name's Commander Landry. I'm Chief of Security here. I see we're unloading all kinds of garbage today. Even Starfleet's first mutineer. On me.

 

[Orac]

[Corridor]

Tannoy: Lieutenant Collins, please report to the bridge. Lieutenant Collins, please report to the bridge.

Tannoy: Ensign Magnus, report to engineering.

 

[Athena28]

STONE: What's with the silver shirts?

 

[May 20]

PSYCHO: It's a science vessel.

 

[Orac]

Stone: You ever seen a blank badge before?

 

[May 20]

COLD: Somehow this doesn't feel very scientific.

 

[Orac]

Landry: Mouths shut, eyes ahead. All right, Starfleet says we have to feed the animals. Who's hungry?

 

[Athena28]

[Mess hall]

WOMAN: I told you that was her.

 

[Orac]

Burnham: Keyla.

 

[May 20]

(Detmer has a implant over her right eye, and part of her head shaved. Very Seven of Nine. She walks away without speaking. Burnham sits with the prisoners.)
COLD: How about we make it 8,187?

 

[Orac]

(Violence ensues.)

Landry: Captain wants to see you. Come on. Put them in the brig.

ETA:

[Later in the Turbolift]

Landry: Vulcan martial arts, huh?

 

[Athena28]

BURNHAM: Suus Mahna.

 

[Orac]

Landry: Vulcans should stick to logic.

 

[May 20]

[Bridge]

(Saru is in the Captain's Chair. Landry walks Burnham round the corner into -)

[Ready room]

(A tribble coos.)

LORCA: No matter how deep in space you are, I always feel like you can see home, don't you think? Maybe it's just me. Forgive the lighting, or lack thereof. Recent battle injury. There's nothing they can do if I want to keep my own eyes, and I do. I have to suffer light change slowly. I like to think it makes me mysterious. No? Captain Gabriel Lorca. Welcome to Discovery. Here, don't be shy.

(Eats a fortune-style cookie and offers the bowl to Burnham.)

LORCA: It was a family business, a century ago. That was before the future came, and hunger, need and want disappeared. Of course, they're making a comeback now, thanks to you. Michael Burnham. The Michael Burnham, on my ship. When I saw your name on the shuttle manifest, I re-read your file. Pulled up your court-martial transcripts and... you're something.

 

[CaptVader]

BURNHAM: Captain, what am I doing on this ship?