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(The pilot goes tumbling backwards, relative to their motion.)
COMPUTER: Warning. safety tether disconnected. Warning, autopilot malfunction.
 
(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.
 
STONE: Not a scratch on the floor. This puppy just rolled off the assembly line.
 
Psycho: What's a brand-new starship doing so far from the front lines?
 
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.
 
[Corridor]

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

Tannoy: Ensign Magnus, report to engineering.
 
Landry: Mouths shut, eyes ahead. All right, Starfleet says we have to feed the animals. Who's hungry?
 
(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?
 
(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?
 
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[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.
 
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