The war was tipping in Voq's favor.
His once trusted first officer was in the brig watching her colleagues be murdered.
Starfleet was going to be destroyed by the end of the year and history will never recall it. Just exactly what the Federation had been doing to other cultures like it for the past two centuries. Absorbing them in and throwing out the best parts of their civilization like it were a thing that humans called 'barbies'. Bearing them down to the essentials of their culture which made them naked and defenseless, all the while lacking territory. That was all going to change under the newly made united houses. Voq did not understand why the other houses had not banned together in the war. They stayed out of the war and disassociated themselves with anyone calling themselves Klingon who participated in the war against the Federation.
Voq had been tossed aside and devalued due to his genetic imperfection.
He was white as marble with a unique somewhat smooth forehead crest.
He did what they had done to him throughout his life, tossing aside the notable Klingon.
The bridge was full of laughter. Laughter that Voq enjoyed. It was one of the glowing things about the war that enlightened him. It was laughter around his success, instigated by those comfortable around him, and those who understood the ancient Klingon joke. Things were going his way rather than the opposite. He knew the feeling of dismay too well. Fortunately, the Federation was getting adjusted to the dismay, misery, and sorrow. Something that should stay that way. It felt just like it was meant to be this way. Suddenly there were disruptor blasts echoed in the room. One by one, his crew vanished in a green clouds that shortly vanished before his eyes. He turned to his right toward the source of the blasts to see there the two Starfleet officers aiming Klingon disruptors at him.
"Captain Voq, you are under arrested for initiating a war with The Federation," Burnham said.
"I propose a battle to the death," Voq said, as Bryce made his way over toward the communications station.
"You once said in a live stream that you were not Klingon," Burnham said.
"Which makes you part of a terrorist organization using the Klingon way as a excuse," Bryce said.
"It also makes your request ill-advised," Burnham said. "I would obey your request were you a Klingon."
"I am Klingon," Voq growled back.
"Do honorable Klingons drag a war out after making their point?" Burnham asked.
"Yes." Voq said.
Burnham had a long cold stare.
"No," Burnham said. "This war has continued for too long. No one knows what they are fighting for."
"Yes, they do," Voq said.
"Tell me what your followers are fighting for," Burnham said.
Voq nodded, wearing a certain expression on his face.
"Making the Klingon Empire great again," Voq said.
Burnham turned her head away in disgust closing her eyes then reopened them slowly shaking her head.
"My god," Bryce said, in horror.
Voq looked over toward the man.
"What?" Voq said
"Leaders like you leads to extinction," Burnham said, earning Voq's attention then elaborated. "the stepping stones down to it, the system that worked before fails its people, and then this system leads to death. Used wrong, it can," she looked apologetically toward Voq. "Federation would step aside and let the Klingon war run its course if it were against someone else. We can't step aside. We have to take action."
Voq lowered his hand down to the Romulan disruptor in the sheath.
"Do Klingons really fight wars purposely?" Voq said.
"To gather territory and often times revenge," Burnham said. "You have enough territory. All the territory that the Klingons will ever need. A Klingon would have ended the war after inflicting the causalities as you have."
"Klingons slay their enemies in the battlefield," Voq said.
"Then you are just going down to kill children," Burnham said. "All we have are orphans."
"No, you do not," Voq said.
"According to the last report, all we have is orphans from your attacks," Bryce said. His eyes glared at the rogue Klingon. "we're running out of people to serve in Starfleet in your war. Quickly."
"If you continue this war, all you will do is create a resistance," Burnham said. "This resistance will be made by the orphans. Orphans who will topple your Empire down and put the United Federation of Planets back together. A painstaking process should they want it back. I think they would."
"The only way to topple a empire is by death," Voq said.
"Empires can be toppled different ways," Burnham said. "If I were among those children . . . I would want peace instead of death. I should know. I used to be one."
"Really?" Voq asked, skeptically.
"It should be ironic that a orphan is taking you in," Burnham said. "I heard you were one at some point."
"Catch this, orphan!" Voq said, raising the Romulan disruptor toward Burnham.
Voq became outlined in orange than vanished in various shades of it before Burnham's eyes. Bryce looked up with a smile toward Burnham. The Romulan disruptor and d'k tahg was laid on the floor where the rogue Klingon had once stood. Burnham relaxed lowering her disruptor toward the floor. Bryce pressed a few buttons on the panel with a spare communications device in his ear. His fingers pressed familiar small, square buttons on the old fashioned console. The camera came toward the view screen then came above the Klingon vessel displaying the Discovery. It dived down back inside the bird of prey to the bridge where the two Starfleet officers were.
"Captain wants to speak with you," Bryce said.
Burnham came to the center.
"On screen, lieutenant," Burnham said, linking her hands behind her back.
Landry appeared on the square screen.
"That was a fast take over," Landry said. "Captain Voq is in the brig."
"Prepare to have L'Rell beamed over to sick bay," Burnham said. Landy nodded, "I believe she will need medical attention."
"No wonder you were a tactical officer as a lieutenant on the Shenzhou," Landry said. "Remind me to not underestimate you."
"Will do," Burnham said, nodding. "Captain."
"We will be beaming up in fifteen minutes, however long it takes, for you to make that Klingon message," Landry said. "You are going to get a medal of honor, Number One. The Federation is in your debt. Discovery out."
Landry's face vanished off the screen leaving the beautiful sight of space.
The camera rotated then turned in the direction of Burnham.
Burnham's eyes sparkled with joy as a big grin grew on her face.