They are coming.
Atom by atom...
they will coil around us...
and take all that we are.
There is one way to confront this threat.
By reuniting the 24 warring houses
of our own empire.
We have forgotten the Unforgettable...
the last to unify our tribes:
Kahless.
Together, under one creed...
remain Klingon!
That is why we light our beacon this day.
To assemble our people.
To lock arms against those whose fatal greeting is...
Witness our brother, our torchbearer,
killed by the Federation interloper on our sacred beacon.
I see you as you see the end.
Our Torchbearer honors us...
first to die in our crusade for self-preservation.
Our ancestors welcome our fallen brother, Rejac,
to their Black Fleet.
They fight with us,
as we fight against our enemy.
Remain Klingon!
All is as it is meant to be.
Who is Rejac's next in line?
I am his brother.
Or'Eq.
The honor falls to you to be our new Torchbearer.
With respect...
I find great wisdom in your teachings...
But?
Can you be sure our brothers and sisters will answer your call?
They will because the prophecy commands
all Klingons must come to the light of Kahless
when it shines in the night sky.
Will ships really fly across the galaxy because of a fable?
So, you doubt?
You dishonor...
only yourself.
I will light the beacon.
Speak your name.
Voq.
Son of none.
You have no family blade of your own.
You cannot assume the birthright of a noble house.
You are unworthy.
I am worthy.
Not by blood...
but by faith.
I serve the light of Kahless.
I am reborn in his flames.
I recognize you as one who has lived his life on the outside
and yearns to be part of something bigger than himself.
Some may see the color of your skin as nature's mistake.
I call it a mirror...
for I see myself in you.
My Lord!
Long-range sensors show the movement, just as you predicted.
Excellent. The time has come.
Take my blade, Voq.
Son of none.
The honor of Torchbearer is yours.
Light the beacon!