our seven years together

pick your type of hiss

Looks like our pack has a new alpha dog.

Meet Michelle 2.0.

Now, we need a name to strike fear in the hearts of our enemies.

Captain Georgiou - eventful, uplifting - can be likened to a futuristic play subject when we met her. Starfleet cadets must have had experience being regaled with tales of her intergalactic ventures into the vast unknown, the heroine. So for her to have a near-pristine wayang kulit (shadow puppets native to Southeast Asian region, of cowhide material, built to last a hundred years with suitable care) in mid-23rd century means the modern tweaks done by artform in our current present must have allowed it to exist in the future depicted by Star Trek. From my understanding, that move necessitates faith hence I believe, for Philippa, having it on display in her ready room is an anchoring with Malay pride. Of course, she would be unlike any other Trek captain the audience may have expected. Before she was "walking the stars" via Shenzhou's bridge, she hailed from the gleaming beaches of Pulau Langkawi - an archipelago of discoveries for the diligent and the keen. She may have expanded horizons by lightyears but that doesn't mean roots are to be forgotten: aid from her family heirloom telescope continue to simplify problems that confound starship computer advancements. Personally, for however brief we had her, it's been the world to me that in her life, heritage influenced Philippa Georgiou to the point that she found genuine joy in developing and celebrating connections which in turn fostered a melting pot; her distinct voice sounding of the home she carries along.

I know it's a lot: taking the conn. The first time [Captain] Georgiou left me in charge, I don't think I took a deep breath the entire five hours and 37 minutes she was gone.

I've seen that some endings are inevitable.

So, you're telling me this out of the goodness of your heart.  — No, the goodness of yours.

No one else.

What I feel for you... belongs to you.

Follow my footsteps, Michael. Even lines. 
— Why? Captain, where are we going? We’re far too small to be seen with the naked eye.

My Philippa taught me that. | Let's make it count, shall we?

Captain Burnham. A face I thought I'd never see again in the flesh.

I do love you, Michael. | She cannot love what is weak.

You have the same need to bend people to your will.  — Does all that mean you're coming?