Burnham was shoved into a cell with Bryce.
Burnham landed in front of the wall across from Bryce.
L'Rell was separated from the two Starfleet officers by two Klingon officers who took a stair case up to the bridge. The old fashioned manner of traveling from parts of a ship used back in the naval history of Earth. Burnham heard L'Rell's feet being dragged behind her. A Klingon tossed in two outfits into the cell in front of the two officers. The cell door came back into place. Bryce turned around from Burnham and whistled to himself. Burnham put on the gray slightly large shirt and figure fitting pants.
"You can turn around now," Burnham instructed.
Bryce put on the gray shirt then applied the Starfleet insignia onto his chest.
"What is the plan?" Bryce asked.
Burnham looked over toward Bryce.
"We wait," Burnham said, uncurling out the rope from her boot then slipped it into her tossed aside Starfleet pants.
L'Rell collapsed onto her feet with a thud.
Voq stood up from the chair then slowly approached the former first officer.
His footsteps were heavy. As though a heavy beast were in his place such as a animal that Tyler had introduced L'Rell towards being a elephant. The air became tense and dark reducing the red lighting in the room to dark. L'Rell recognized the familiar Klingon bridge. The interior being a shade of red with panels that had buttons all over the place. Comforting, homely feeling to it that could be fixed at any time without having to return home for repairs every two weeks or so. She turned her eyes toward the albino staring down toward her. He placed his d'k tahg into the sheath. He wore more un-Klingon like armor and lacked a baldric. His armor was dark gray. And she was struck with utter despair.
"Allied yourself with the humans so quickly?" Voq asked, with a tsk.
"It was the honorable choice," L'Rell said.
"So what I had been told as true," Voq said. "You work with the Federation."
"They have more honorable intentions than you," L'Rell said.
"And that is?" Voq asked,
"To take you in and make sure you never see the light of day,"
"That is not Klingon," Voq said.
"It's perfect for someone like you," L'Rell said.
"Nor are you," Voq said.
"T'Kuvma began this war to unite the outcasts," L'Rell said. "He succeeded."
"I succeeded where he failed," Voq said.
"Every time you speak defaces the legacy of T'Kuvma!" L'Rell shouted him down. "I am not done speaking," she shook her head in disgust. "You have been riding on the success of the house leader for too long. You have betrayed him. You have forgotten T'Kuvma's purpose of creating this house. You have sent T'Kuvma to Gre'thor-" with one swift kick L'Rell was sent to her side. The Klingon warriors stepped aside. She gripped onto the holes in the floor then finished what she had started. "for everything you have done."
"T'Kuvma is in Sto-vo-kor," Voq insisted.
L'Rell pushed herself up.
"You know as I do that he is not!" L'Rell shouted.
"You dare question me?" Voq said, approaching her.
"You are no messiah," L'Rell retorted.
"I am the torchbearer!" Voq raised his voice with his arms spread out.
L'Rell kept herself up on her side.
"You are not Klingon enough to lead this cause," L'Rell said. "once, you were but now you are not."
SMACK!
"Take that back," Voq hissed, stepping back.
L'Rell rubbed the side of her face then slowly turned her head toward Voq.
"You use T'Kuvma's reasoning to continue this war," L'Rell said. "Outcasts have formed their houses and ready to be recognized as honorable in the beginning of this war by the other Klingon houses," she shook her head. "That honor is gone now."
She looked up to see the twisted, dark version of a fellow warrior. Once promising and honorable enough to follow T'Kuvma's teachings. She was surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The House of T'Kuvma was dead. Voq was going on about how honorable the house had become in his stead. His detailed slaughter of Starfleet personnel made her stomach twist and her insides hurt. Voq had his back to L'Rell facing the view screen radiating in pride. It was as though everything was background noise. She knew who was speaking, their species, their affiliation to the Klingon Empire, and their best interests. She looked up only seeing a orange onesie being worn by the captain in her minds eye. She lowered her head.
"Anything left to say?" Voq asked.
"I was afraid of you, terrified, not willing to take over when T'Kuvma had appointed me at first," L'Rell said. "You were a ideal leader to enforce Klingon values. Now, I see that I was wrong," she looked up toward him with murderous eyes. "You are a terrorist."
Voq was handed a Romulan disruptor by his first officer.
"Not familiar with that word," Voq said.
"You should be," L'Rell said.
"Then you'll become a martyr to Starfleet as your 'crewmates'," Voq said. "Sad to think you will watch them die first." Voq aimed at L'Rell's chest then pressed the trigger. "Then join T'Kuvma in Gre'thor," Voq lowered the disruptor. "Send her to their cell. Carefully. Then kill the humans."
Burnham and Bryce were meditating when the rogue Klingons returned to the cell. L'Rell was cupping her large circular injury with her head hung low. The generated field vanished leaving a open space. The two Klingons placed L'Rell against the wall. Burnham opened one eye as they did then took out her rope. She swung the rope toward them wrapping it around the shorter Klingon's legs. The taller Klingon turned beginning to take out a Klingon disruptor. Burnham ducked then smacked both fists against the unarmored Klingon's torso knocking him against the wall. Bryce pinned down the first Klingon searching around for the Klingon disruptor.
"You will die," came the ominous like prediction.
"Then I die with my principles," Burnham said, then applied the Vulcan Nerve Pinch.
Bryce shot the second Klingon making vanish in green light.
"Co. . . Commander," L'Rell said, as L'Rell came to her side.
"L'Rell," Burnham said. "Status report?"
"There are ten Klingons aboard this vessel," L'Rell said. "I have lost a heart," she closed her eyes in pain then reopened them. "I have another heart." Burnham nodded in understanding.
"Do you need anything for the injury?" Burnham inquired.
"Yes," L'Rell said. "something to stop the bleeding."
Burnham looked over toward her pants then back toward the consultant.
"We've got that," Burnham said. "Is Voq on the bridge?'
"Yes," L'Rell said.
"Lieutenant, hand me those pants," Burnham said, with one hand reached out.
Bryce handed the pants to Burnham.
"We will be moving after this out of the cell," Burnham said, then Bryce handed the sharpened stick that he had carved back on the planet.
"Leave me here," L'Rell said. "But give me the disruptor," Bryce and L'Rell had a long look. "To kill the other Klingon."
L'Rell briefly closed her eyes in pain as Burnham cut off the pant legs to the pants. She rolled the pant legs up then placed the rounded balls into the injury. Burnham applied the same treatment to the back of L'Rell with Bryce monitoring the blood flow so she knew what she was doing. Bryce gently laid the consultant back against the wall. Her eyes wincing in pain while holding onto Bryce's free hand.
"Whe we are done up there, the Discovery will beam you to sick bay," Burnham said.
"This is not the end as I thought it would be," L'Rell said.
"The beginning of the end," Burnham said, earning a nod back.
"We better go before they get alarmed of the absence," Bryce said, as L'Rell let go of his hand.
Tilly, inform Captain Landry that we are on our way to acquiring the subject, Burnham explained through the bond. We are taking over Voq's vessel. Burnham handed L'Rell the disruptor.
"Let's go get our prisoner," Burnham said, and off they went leaving L'Rell behind.