Burnham pinched the bridge of her nose. “Saru, tell me again. Slowly.”
On-screen, a slow-motion shot of the Gorn Matriarch yawning—revealing three rows of dagger-teeth—played over a somber piano chord. A new voice, calm and British, said: “The Gorn does not hunt for sport. She hunts for legacy. But watch closely… the Tholians have a secret weapon.” star trek discovery channel
Finally, the crystal flickered.
Burnham exhaled. “Saru, plot a course out of this sector. Warp nine.” Burnham pinched the bridge of her nose