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Saru raised a brow. “Captain, I believe my detailed log of yesterday’s atmospheric particulate analysis could be weaponized in this manner.”

Tilly, who had just walked onto the bridge, turned beet red. “I didn’t consent to that!”

Tilly swallowed and said nothing.

Stardate: 58734.2

Burnham pinched the bridge of her nose. “Saru, tell me again. Slowly.”

On the screen, a massive, crystalline structure drifted in the nebula. It was beautiful—bioluminescent veins pulsing with a slow, rhythmic light. But that wasn’t what had silenced the bridge.

He tapped the PADD. The screen showed footage of Ensign Tilly in the mess hall, tripping over a vacuum tube while carrying a tray of replicated pizza. A voiceover growled: “Here, the young Ensign, in her natural habitat. Note the frantic, energy-wasting arm-flail—a defense mechanism against the terrifying ‘Hot Cheese’ predator.” star trek discovery channel

Burnham’s jaw tightened. Then, slowly, she smiled. It was the smile of someone who had stared down the Klingon Empire and the Mirror Universe. “Alright. If we’re on their channel… we change the narrative.”

What had silenced the bridge was the voice.

Burnham stood up. “Options?”

“Do it,” she said.

Then, blessed silence. The viewscreen returned to a normal starfield.

For the next thirty minutes, the U.S.S. Discovery became the single most tedious place in the galaxy. Stamets and Tilly argued about spore drive efficiency ratios for twenty-three minutes. Dr. Culber organized hyposprays by expiration date, narrating his own actions in a monotone. Saru broadcast his particulate log—a six-hour presentation on “The Fascinating Lulls in Nebular Wind Patterns.” Saru raised a brow

Finally, the crystal flickered.

And across the galaxy, a thousand alien civilizations suddenly had a new favorite show.