The Butcher’s Knife Cares Not for the Lamb’s Cry Line-by-Line

[Orac]

Stamets: If I go, I'm taking everything with me. My spores, my drive. This entire ship was designed around my scientific specialty.

 

[CaptVader]

LORCA: Everything on this ship is the property of Starfleet, Lieutenant. How do you want to be remembered in history? Alongside the Wright Brothers, Elon Musk, Zefram Cochrane? Or as a failed fungus expert, a selfish little man who put the survival of his own ego before the lives of others.

 

[Orac]

Stamets: Are you done?

 

[CaptVader]

CULBER: Well, you have some blood on your face.

 

[Orac]

Lorca: And your hands, Lieutenant. Get back to work. Fix the problem.

(Stamets stomps out of sickbay.)

Lorca: Er, computer, open a shipwide hail.

 

[CaptVader]

COMPUTER: Working. Confirmed. Broadcasting shipwide.

 

[Athena28]

LORCA: Computer, play the audio transmissions from Corvan 2.

 

[CaptVader]

RANCE [OC]: This is my last message. Another round of bombs just struck.

 

[Orac]

Rance [OC] (continued) Zaphod is dead. Our bunker is collapsing.

Girl [OC]: Mommy, Mommy, wake up. Wake up.

 

[CaptVader]

WOMAN [OC]: Please, save my children. Anyone. Help them.

 

[Orac]

Rance [OC]: We've lost mine 4 and mine 7. Two hundred and ten souls, all gone. Particulate venting is offline. My team can't breathe. I don't know if anyone is listening to this, but if you are, goodbye.

 

[CaptVader]

[Laboratory]

LANDRY: We're doing this. Computer, release a localised oneirogenic penthrane mist into the containment pen.

(She gets a phaser rifle from a locker.)

 

[May 20]

BURNHAM: Wait, wait. Why are you sedating it?

 

[CaptVader]

LANDRY: I'm gonna lop off its claw so you can figure out what makes this thing so good at killing Klingons.

 

[May 20]

BURNHAM: I do not think that's a good idea. We have no idea what effect sedation may have on it. And we've seen how it responds to aggression.

 

[Orac]

Computer: Sedation protocol complete.

 

[CaptVader]

LANDRY: Computer, open containment pen.

(A very active Tardigrade leaps out, knocking them both down. Landry tries shooting at it. It runs across the ceiling and lands on her.)

 

[May 20]

BURNHAM: Computer, lights to maximum.

(The Tardigrade throws Landry across the room and gallops back into its nice dark pen.)

BURNHAM: Computer, seal containment pen. Emergency transport. Sickbay.

 

[CaptVader]

[Sickbay]

(Culber shakes his head.)

LORCA: Find a use for that creature. Don't let her death be in vain.

 

[Athena28]

[Wreck of the Shenzhou]

COMPUTER: Atmosphere pressurization complete.