From my youth on Vulcan, I was raised to believe that service was my purpose. And I carried that conviction to Star Fleet. I dreamed of a day when I would command my own vessel and further the noble objectives of this great institution. My dream is over. The only ship I know in ruins. My crew... gone. My captain, my friend. I wanted to protect them from war, from the enemy. And we are at war and I am the enemy.


Saru: We have photon torpedoes. We can't fire them but we can load the war heads onto a transport, one small enough to evade their sensors. Upon impact, we could deliver a kill shot directly into their hull.
Georgiou: Devious, Saru. I approve.

You only live now to serve as witnesses of Klingon supremacy, to be my heralds. We do not desire to know you but you will know our great houses standing as one under Kahless, reborn in me, T'Kuvma!


No matter your shame, gather your strength. Find a way to help those who need you.


Why are we fighting? We're Star Fleet. We're explorers, not soldiers.


There is no honor without unity. There is no home for any of us, unless it is shared by all.


Sometimes the universe allows for the making of unexpected memories


Respect is earned. As is friendliness.