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There are those who believe that life here began out there, far across the universe with

tribes of humans who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians, or the Toltecs, or the Mayans.

That they may have been the architects of the great pyramids,

or the lost civilizations of Lemuria, or Atlantis. Some believe that there may yet

be brothers of man, who even now fight to survive somewhere beyond the heavens.

I realize you're all anxious to get back to your ships before our rendezvous with the Cylons,

but I think it appropriate to toast the most significant event in the history of mankind.

I would like to raise my chalice to you, not merely as the quorum of twelve,

representing the twelve colonies of man, but as my friends, the greatest leaders ever assembled.

As we approach the seventh millennium of time, the human race at last will find peace, thanks to you.

Starbuck, he's coming. What are you gonna say?

Zack, now just calm down. Why are you so nervous?

He still thinks of me as his little brother.

Yeah, well, you're acting like one. It's just a routine patrol.

Why is it so important to you?

Because it is. Look, I'm a warrior. I earned that. I want to prove that to him.

No, Zack, but this may not be the best time.

It's a peace envoy. What possible trouble could there be?

Well, now, that's not the point.

Starbuck, you promised.

Hey, Starbuck, what are you doing? We're going on patrol.

He can't make it. Starbuck's not feeling well.

Oh?

Yeah, well, it's...

Well, that's kind of short notice. I mean, with everybody not wanting to go on this patrol,

everybody wants to celebrate the armistice. I wonder who I'm gonna be able to find.

Yes, Zack, you have a suggestion?

Oh, come on. I mean, I've studied the coordinates from here to the Cylon Capital.

My ship's ready to go. Well, that's lucky, isn't it, Starbuck?

Yeah, that's a real stroke of luck.

Well, I guess you're just gonna have to pull Starbuck's patrol with me.

Were we ever like that?

I don't know. I can't remember that far back.

Listen, maybe I...

I'd better go along.

No, he's gonna be just fine. I mean, it's not as if we're at war, right?

I'll see you later.

All right. Take care of the stomach.

Yeah, I will.

Section 12, launch gray alpha. Standby to launch fighter probe.

Acknowledge input recorded and functioning.

Vector coordinates coded and transferred. Acknowledge.

Acknowledge. Ready to launch.

Core systems transferring control to probe craft. Launch when ready.

Brunette is out here.

This is nothing.

When the war is officially over, we may be able to get back to deep star exploration.

That's the challenge, Zack.

Let's roll over and take a look at Lenius Vector.

Sir, my friend.

This armistice conference would not have been possible without your tireless work.

You have secured for yourself a place in the history books.

That the Cylons chose me as their liaison to the Quorum of the Twelve was an act of

providence, not skill.

I see the party is not a huge success with all my children.

What awaits us out there is what troubles me.

Surely you don't cling to your suspicions about the Cylons.

They asked for this armistice. They want peace.

Forgive me, Mr. President, but they hate us with every fiber of their existence.

We love freedom. We love independence to feel, to question, to resist oppression.

To them, it's an alien way of existing they will never accept.

But they have. Through Baltar, they have sued for peace.

Yes, of course you're right.

I'll load two targets on my scanner just above the old moon, Simtar.

Could be a storm. I think we'll be coming right through it.

Look, you roll positions and cover me while I take a look.

I'll get my turbos.

Stay in flash. Warbook says a Cylon tanker.

She can't have reached Semte. Apollo, I have a funny feeling about this.

Well, we gave a look.

There's the other ship tucked in nice and neat. I wonder what she's doing.

I can't read anything inside. She's jamming us.

Warbook says she's a freighter. I've heard if she's jamming us,

she's hiding something. I'm going around her.

Harmless mist. Not heavy at all.

I don't see why they'd send up all that electronic jamming.

Let's get out of here. Why?

I'll explain later. Colonial vibration quadrant

intercepting. I see what you mean.

It's an ambush, and they've got enough firepower to destroy the entire fleet.

They're jamming our transmission. We're not going to make it, giving them our backs.

How many of them can you make out? Four.

When I hit three, you hit your reverse thrusters and maximum braking flaps.

We'll give them a little surprise. One, two, three.

Turbos full forward thrust now.

Right here, you creeps.

Hey, not bad. Go after the guys on the right.

Yahoo! Apollo, I'll get this one.

Zack, look out behind you.

I can't lose him. He's right on my tail. Hang on, I'm coming.

Steady. Hurry, Apollo. Steady.

Nice shooting, but they hit my high engine. That's okay, little brother. We got all of them.

Today, those guys can outfight us without a ten to one margin.

Apollo, better look at your scanner.

Oh, but a thousand to one, that's not fair. What's it mean?

It means there isn't going to be any peace. There may not be much of anything

if we don't warn the fleet.

Do it. I'm short an engine. You know I won't be able to keep up with you.

Zack, I'm not going to leave you. You have to.

I'm putting my foot in that turbo. I'll make it back ahead of them now. Go on.

You got to warn the fleet. I'll be all right.

You can fly with me anytime, little brother. Good luck.

Galactic Control, this is Commander Adama returning from Atlantia.

Request permission to land.

Permission granted.

Something's wrong.

What is it?

I don't know. They just put the ship on alert.

I don't know what's been happening.

Our patrol ran into trouble. We picked up some signals, but they're being jammed.

Could be smugglers or pirates or...

Get me the president, please.

We don't know by whom.

As a precautionary measure, I would like to launch intercept fighters.

Why should you think that's highly inadvisable,

in view of the delicacy of our situation?

Quite right, Baltar.

Commander, as a precautionary measure, I insist upon restraint.

If this turns out to be an encounter with some outlaw traffic,

we could jeopardize the whole cause of peace by displaying fighters when we are so close to our rendezvous.

Mr. President, two of my starfighters are under armed attack.

By forces unknown. You are not to launch until the situation is more clear.

Sir, may I at least urge you to bring the fleet to a state of alert?

I will consider that. Thank you, Commander.

He'll consider it? He'll consider it?

I'm sorry, Commander. It's just that...

Well?

The patrol is under the command of Captain Apollo.

Well, if I can't have confidence in my firstborn son, whom can I depend on?

Commander, Zack is with him. It's his first patrol.

Thank you.

Come on, baby. Give me all you got.

Still no word from our fighters, sir.

Their transmission is being deliberately jammed.

If we don't launch...

We cannot launch. It's been expressly forbidden.

However, this might be a very good time for Battle Station's drill.

Sound the alert, Colonel.

Yes, sir. You may never see another one, fellas.

A perfect pyramid. Unless there's a better hand.

The pot's mine.

Oh, no.

Yeah, that's it.

Unfortunately, we'll have to resume this...

Wait! Wait!

No! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Come back!

Duty calls!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Sir, our long-range scanner shows a large number of ships headed this way at high speed.

A single patrol craft is approaching, Commander.

Get that pilot up here as soon as he lands.

Get me the president.

Yes, sir.

What's going on?

Nothing to worry about.

Probably some kind of aerial salute for the president while he signs the armistice.

It sure ruined a good card game.

Commander?

Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.

Possibly a Cylon welcoming committee.

Sir, may I suggest we launch a welcoming committee of our own?

Mr. President, there remain many hostile feelings amongst our warriors.

There's a likelihood of an unfortunate incident with all those pilots in the sky at once.

Commander?

Sir, did Baltar suggest that our forces sit here totally defenseless?

My friend, we are on a peace mission.

The first peace man has known in a thousand years.

Stand by to attack.

Come on, baby. Not much farther.

Blue flight two in trouble.

Request emergency approach.

Mr. President?

Commander, one of our patrol ships is under attack from the main force approaching the fleet.

Mr. President, your welcoming committee is firing at our patrol.

Baltar?

Baltar?

Patrol to fleet. Patrol to fleet. I need help.

What was that?

That was my son, Mr. President.

No. No. No.

All batteries commence fire.

All fire control stations.

Launch all remaining Vipers.

Sir, they're off.

Fighters launched, sir.

Are the other ships able to launch their fighters?

Negative, sir.

Lord help us.

What's going on?

Engineering reports laser hits on starboard engine.

Simon, there's an ambush.

I had to leave Zack. He's disabled.

I'd like to go back and lead him in.

That won't be possible.

Father, I didn't know what else to do.

If I don't go back, he doesn't stand a chance.

Zack?

His ship was destroyed just short of the fleet.

Transferring target scanners to deck 7 and 8.

Battlestar Atlantia and Metropolis losing speed.

Must reduce speed three points to maintain position with Atlantia.

Heads up, Boomer. There's a pair on your tail.

Pull up, Boomer. I'll try to get him off.

Mass shooting!

Mass shooting!

Captain, we have to know how many base ships we're dealing with.

No base ships.

You must be mistaken, Captain.

Fighters couldn't function this far from Cylon without base ships.

No base ships.

They don't carry enough fuel.

Just fighters. Maybe a thousand.

How do you account for that, Apollo?

I don't know.

We picked up an empty tanker on our scanner.

It's my guess the Cylons used it to refuel for the attack

after flying to that point from wherever their base ships are.

Why operate this far from Cylon without base ships when it isn't necessary?

They would have been well out of our range at the old moon.

Unless it was necessary for them to be somewhere else.

Get me the President!

Hey, Starbuck, it's dangerous around here.

Mr. President, I request permission to leave the fleet.

I have reason to suspect our home planets may face imminent attack.

Maintain contact.

I have been so completely wrong.

I have led the entire human race to ruin.

Mr. President.

Group 3, vectors 1-7 and 2-8.

Arm and attack from left to right.

We're going after the Atlantean.

I got him on the left.

I got him on the right.

The main attack is on the President's ship.

Atlantean Death Squadron, attack.

We're taking a field now.

Get back to your post now.

Oh, my God.

Commander, our long range scanners have picked up Cylon base ships.

And grids 0-3-5, 1-2-6 and 2-5-8.

That puts them well within striking range of the planets Virgom, Sagittara and Caprica.

By your command.

Speak, Centurion.

All base ships are now in range to attack the colonies.

The final annihilation of the life form known as man.

Let the attack begin.

Helm, bring us around.

We're withdrawing.

Flanks, speak for home.

A long range scanner picks up wave after wave of small ships headed towards all inner planets.

Hey, Boomer.

I see it.

Yeah, where's she going?

Don't ask me. The commander's calling the shots.

Hey, you guys, what's going on? Galactica's pulling out.

Well, there's gotta be a good reason.

Electronic jamming has stopped.

They're clearing the air with their electronic guidance systems.

That means the attack is underway.

No, sir. We're picking up long range video satellite signals.

Everything looks perfectly normal at home.

We have a civil broadcast transmission coming up here shortly.

Perhaps we're in time, commander.

Preparations continue through the night here at the Caprica Presidium.

We can see at the moment it is somewhat deserted.

But with a new dawn, it'll be full of Capricans.

Coming here eagerly and joyfully to usher in a new era, the era of peace.

So far, details of the armistice meeting going on at this very moment on the Starkobal

are not coming in as we had hoped for.

It seems that this is due to unusual electrical interferences

which are blocking out all interstellar communications.

However, as soon as they are available,

we will be showing you the first pictures

of something that has been described as the most significant event in history.

Oh, my God. It's a tremendous explosion.

Are we getting this on the camera?

People are running everywhere. They're running all different directions.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is terrible. They're bombing the city.

Get out of here. Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Foxy!

Look out! Foxy!

Everything's going to be fine.

Please move, or the building's going to topple.

Everybody, run for cover! Run! Run!

Hurry! Find cover! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Down! Down!

Oh, my God.

My dad! My dad! Where is he?

It's going to be all right.

...reaching on a broad front from the lakes to the southern peninsula.

Thirty-one cities are known to be under heavy attack.

...started...

...check...

...receive...

...three-niner...

Water supply is cut off. There is no water.

I'm too old to...

Oh, Zach.

And all the others.

They trusted us to protect them, and we...

There really wasn't any choice.

Cylon base ships on long-range scanner.

Launching to all outer planets.

No hope, Commander.

What about Sagittarius?

The planet's in flames, Commander.

Have my shuttlecraft prepared, please.

Shuttlecraft?

I'm going down on the surface, Captain.

Commander, that is out of the question.

If the Cylon scanner should pick you up...

You will continue to rendezvous with the survivors of the fleet.

I'll take you, my fighter.

You're the last surviving member of the Council, Father.

If we should run into a Cylon attack ship, at least you'll have a chance.

I insist on that, Commander.

Very well.

Core systems transferring control to probe craft.

Launch when ready.

Ships are coming in on both decks, sir.

What's the count?

Sixty-seven fighters in all, sir.

Twenty-five of our own.

How many Battlestars?

None.

What?

We're the only surviving Battlestar.

One in trouble.

Repeat, in trouble.

We read you, Red Leader. How can we assist you?

Battle damage.

Power control circuit shot away on my landing gear.

I'm on the line, Starbuff. What's your condition?

This is no time for training, Athena.

I'm in trouble. I mean, I'm in real trouble.

You will be if you keep talking like that.

How's your fuel?

Dry.

All right. Run the check with me.

Alpha circuit, close and alternate to left servo circuit.

Alpha circuit, close, alternate to left servo circuit.

No response.

My throttles are still full open.

Omega C circuit.

Close and alternate to servo support circuit.

Alternating to servo support circuit.

Does not respond.

Bring him in full throttle with shutdown at the outer marker. There's no choice.

I heard him.

Get everyone out of the way. I'm coming in hot.

You're cleared to land.

Roger.

I hope you guys aren't counting out for neatness.

And like a missile.

Stay back. He could lose it.

I told you to stay back.

Starbuck!

Get on fast. The ship might blow any minute.

Are you all right?

Fine, fine. No thanks to your father. Here, give it a good wash, fellas.

Get under that wing. Blow that out. Get that fire there.

What are you saying about my father?

Do you realize what we've just been through?

Oh, yeah? You should have seen how we spent our day.

I managed to single-handedly keep the Cylons off your neck while you took off on a little cruise.

Starbuck, don't you realize what's happened?

Oh, yeah, sure. I realize what happened.

You should see this baby from the air when it takes off across the sky.

It's a beautiful sight. Beautiful.

As it happens to be your base ship.

Starbuck, listen to me!

The colonies are gone.

All of them.

What are you talking about? Gone?

I'm sorry. I...

I was never there with Matt.

Never.

There are crowds coming.

They probably saw our ship land.

I was just gathering a few things here.

This...

This likeness of you and Zack...

Father, we can't stay.

Maybe your mother wasn't here.

No.

No, she was here.

She was here.

Where are the rest of you fancy flyers?

Where were you when they killed the rest of us?

What were you doing, boy?

Wait. Wait. Let him talk.

I want to know where you were as well.

All of you.

We waited.

We watched and prayed.

And you never came.

Most of us are dead.

The fleet is all but destroyed.

But you're here.

From the Battlestar Galactica.

It survives?

Yes.

What of the President and the Council of Twelve and...

and all the other colonies?

All destroyed.

Commander Adama?

Yes, Serena.

It's true, then.

We're defeated. Doomed.

Can I ride in your ship, sir?

Fighter planes are no place for little boys.

It's going to have to be if our people are going to survive.

We must fight back.

Yes, we are going to fight back.

But not here. Not now.

Not in the colonies.

Not even in this star system.

Let the word go forth to every man, woman and child...

who survived this Holocaust.

Tell them to set sail at once...

in every assorted vehicle that will carry them.

The word went forth to every outpost of human existence.

And they came.

The Ares.

The Virgos.

The Scorpios.

The Pythons.

And the Sagittarians.

In all, 220 ships...

representing every colony, color and creed in the star system.

The human race might have one more chance.

But first it would have to survive...

the Alliance, the Elements...

and the unknown, dark and sinister threats that would lie ahead.

Their destruction is complete.

Our forces have taken prisoners near the space drone.

They tell of survivors who escaped in ships.

What ships?

How far can they go?

If a handful of survivors did indeed escape...

they would have neither fuel nor food for a prolonged voyage.

The information is not complete.

It is offered in exchange for life.

And what is the standing order for humans from your imperious leader?

Extermination.

Then carry out your orders.

If they exist...

they're doomed.

The Alliance

We gather here as representatives of each ship in our fleet...

to answer that single question.

Where will we go?

Our recorded history tells us that we descended...

from a mother civilization.

A race that went out into space to establish colonies.

Those of us here assembled now...

represent the only known surviving colonies.

Save one.

A sister world, far out in the universe.

Remembered to us only through ancient writings.

It is my intention to seek out that remaining colony.

That last outpost of humanity in the whole universe.

Commander Adama!

This 13th colony, this other world...

where is it and what is it called?

I wish I could tell you that I know precisely where it is.

But I can't.

However, I do know that it lies beyond our star system.

In a galaxy very much like our own.

On a planet called...

Earth.

Anybody here?

Starbuck.

I've been looking for you.

I came to apologize for how I treated you.

It's just...

I'd seen so many of the guys from my squadron...

burned up.

I guess I was looking to take it out on somebody.

I wish it hadn't been you.

It wasn't important, Starbuck.

I don't know what is.

Look.

I'm sorry about...

Zack.

And your mother.

Starbuck, you don't have to say anything.

Zack pulled my patrol.

He wanted to go.

Yeah.

Look, Athena, this is a time for sticking together.

Maybe...

Maybe we could talk about...

things.

Us, you mean?

Well...

I guess it is a little overdue.

Starbuck.

I don't know.

I don't think any of us have any kind of future anymore.

Don't say that.

Things are gonna be all right.

Look, if we can handle what we've just been through...

we can handle anything.

Later, maybe.

But things aren't so fresh in my mind.

Athena, I...

I said I was sorry.

Starbuck.

I don't want to care about anybody.

But especially you.

Zack couldn't wait to get out there.

Get all shot up.

And you.

You're worse than Zack.

I think of it...

as an obligation.

No, you don't.

You like to pretend that they're out there dragging you by your bootstraps, but...

you really can't wait to get up there in that machine of yours.

Well, I...

I guess we...

see things differently.

I guess we do.

I said what I came to say.

This is Alpha Shuttle approaching freighter Gemini for fleet damage and supply survey.

Please prepare to receive.

I look at it this way, Boom.

It isn't the worst duty in the fleet, asking a lot of questions.

I hear they're sending some poor guys from Beta Section

crawling around on the outside of an old Skybus looking for a solium leak.

Hmm, wonder how they missed us for that detail.

Excuse me, but...

Would you mind telling us what you're looking for?

Solium leaks.

Bye.

Halt.

Apollo.

Captain, that stuff is dangerous.

I mean, these old ships shouldn't even be flying.

There really wasn't much choice, was there?

How many people did we leave behind for lack of ships?

Now, unless you're willing to volunteer permanent assignment on this tub,

you'll help survey each and every ship in this fleet for damage.

Or I just might be tempted to loan you guys out to Beta Company.

Just keep it up, old buddy. You're gonna get us into real trouble.

Ten thousand light years from nowhere,

our planet shot to pieces, people starving, and I'm gonna get us in trouble?

Look, all I'm saying is...

What is the matter with you? I tell you.

Well, may as well live for today. We might not have many left.

Apollo.

I see it.

Where's the food?

Everything's gonna be taken care of. Just be patient.

We haven't had water in two days.

We'll have food and water to use.

But what's happening? Could you promise us water?

Just give us a little water.

Can't you bring us water down here a little bit?

We just need a little bit of water.

Where's the food?

Why haven't we seen or heard from anyone in two days?

Please, please tell us what's going on.

Have we been left behind?

No, you haven't been left behind.

Just be patient. Your needs will be attended to.

Be patient. Just be glad you're alive.

Do you hear me?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I'm just saying.

What does the German mean?

Does anyone here understand German?

Does anyone here understand German?

The woman said her husband is feverish.

What's wrong with your arm?

There are others in greater need than I.

Get her out of here.

She should be jettisoned with the dead.

No place for a refuse here.

Feed her to the daggots.

Dirty socialator.

It's a sin to starve us while the puriticians luxuriate in their private sanctuaries.

No one is in luxury if I'm not sure of that.

No. No, you're lying.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Aboard the rising star.

Before I was cast out and put here among the bores of humanity.

Core control is aware of the problem.

Then I can tell them food and water is on the way.

They are aware of the problem.

What? What are you saying?

There's something you're not telling us.

Relief is on the way.

You have my word as a warrior.

Your word as a warrior?

You know, I can't fault them for resenting us.

They lost everything. They have to blame someone.

Core command, this is Alpha Shuttle requesting clarification on food dispersal.

Core command, no information available at this time.

What are you talking about no information is available?

I just left a ship filled with starving people. What's going on?

I'm sorry, Shuttle Alpha.

Core command has no information available at this time.

Commander, this is Colonel Ty.

It's starting.

Something's wrong.

What did they tell you when you called in the food shortage?

Same thing they told you.

Vague acknowledgement of the problem.

Boomer, I'm getting an awful uneasy feeling.

Why don't you just give me your name?

Okay?

Are you guys all right?

My name is Cassiopeia.

Cassiopeia.

It's beautiful.

It means fairy queen, doesn't it?

I think so.

And designation?

I'm designated a sociolator.

It's an honorable profession, practiced with the blessings of the elders for over 4,000 years.

I didn't say anything.

I was just curious about what all that excitement was about back on the barge.

That woman...

That woman is a member of the Atori sect amongst the Geminis.

They don't believe in physical contact.

Between genders.

Except when sanctified by the priest during high worship of the sun storm.

Which comes once only every seven years.

No wonder those little buggers are such good card players.

Corps command, this is Alpha Shuttle.

Changing course to rendezvous Starliner Rising Star.

Shuttle will proceed on to Galactica with patience for life station.

Hey, what are you up to?

If you don't mind my asking.

Sir, I want to see what's at the bottom of this conspiracy of silence.

Passenger liner Rising Star, this is Sigma Shuttle on fleet damage and supply survey.

Prepare to receive.

Contaminated?

Weren't the provisions checked before they were boarded?

For radiation, yes.

There wasn't time to check for pluton poisoning.

Pluton breaks down the structure of food.

All of this is worthless?

We don't know that yet.

Jolly, have your crews go through every container.

Chances are some of it was shielded enough from the bombs to be saved.

We went through three ships since last night. It isn't looking good.

Salvage anything you can. Even small scraps will help.

And what do we do with the rest of it?

Jettison it.

Keep a lid on the problem.

If people find out we haven't any food, we're going to have a mutiny on our hands.

We're going up to the second level.

Flight leader, 17 by your command.

Report, Septurian, on the final assault.

On each of the 12 planets, a similar story is told.

Of a handful of ships who escaped destruction to rendezvous with a warship.

What kind of warship?

A Battlestar Galactica.

Then go and seek out Voltar.

Tell him I am displeased.

Tell him I offer a choice.

Deliver the Battlestar Galactica.

Or deliver his head.

Captain!

Yes?

I heard that you'd come aboard.

I wonder if I might borrow you for a moment.

I'm afraid we're on an important survey for the commander right now.

It won't take very long.

Why don't you go up to the lead class and see if there's anything going on we should be concerned about.

He won't like what you find.

Be along presently.

It's my son.

He hasn't moved in two days.

He lost a little dagger which meant everything to him.

I thought you might be able to help.

He won't eat for you. I don't know what I can do.

Well, he seemed to spark a little when you picked him up on Caprica.

I got the feeling that you were good with children.

I grew up with a kid brother.

Where is he?

There.

Excuse me.

I'm in charge of finding young men to try as future fighter pilots.

Your name is?

Boxy.

Boxy.

Okay.

Just what I thought. You're right at the top of my list.

You know I've been looking all over for you?

You should have made contact with the commander.

We're very short on fighter pilots.

I'm too little to be a pilot.

Oh, sure, right now.

But how long do you think it takes to become a full colonial warrior, huh?

I don't know.

Well, you have to start when you're very small.

Or you won't get these until you have gray hair.

You like them?

I want Muffet.

Well, I don't know. There's not much room for a Daggett in a fighter plane.

He's gone. He ran away.

Oh.

Well, um...

Well, maybe we can find one of Muffet's friends.

I asked. There are no Daggetts.

Well, I'll tell you what.

As a colonial warrior first level,

you are entitled to the first Daggett that comes along, okay?

But only on the condition that you get your rest.

Close your eyes.

Eat all your primaries.

And stop chasing girls.

Thank you.

I was right. You are good with kids.

You and your brother must be very close.

We weren't.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Look, if you'd rather not be involved, I...

Hey, don't be silly.

It's a warrior to do after he's lost a big one.

And then a few of the little ones.

That's not a little one in there, Captain.

No.

Justice is a private conversation

secured by Sire Uri and his party.

And I'm being paid by trance dollars.

Now.

Hey, what's going on, boy?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Just the fella here didn't seem to want to let us into the club area.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I trust you have an explanation for this intrusion.

Would you like to make a statement before I arrest you, Sire Uri?

I'm glad you know my name.

At least you know from where the blade fell.

I'm gonna give you about a micron to join me on my shuttle.

After that, I'll just turn the six levels of starving passengers beneath you loose

and let you take your chances with them.

Captain.

Why don't you join us in our prayer of gratitude for deliverance?

In case it eluded you, Counselor,

some hundred people have died since our deliverance from the Cylons.

And while hunger hasn't yet taken a life,

it's only a matter of time now.

Boomer, notify Corps Command that we have located some stores

which we will distribute as far as they go.

No, it's mine.

It belongs to me and my guests.

Does your wife share your feelings about denying your food to others?

My wife?

Cyrus Uri. I don't see her.

Unfortunately, she was not in time to make the voyage.

My sympathies.

I share your bereavement.

Cyrus Uri was an outstanding woman.

Yes.

I'm sure she'd be moved by your period of mourning.

Boomer, have Jolly come up here with a crew

and distribute this food throughout the ship.

Without being critical, Captain,

wouldn't you say you overplayed our hand just a tad,

considering Cyrus Uri is a member of the newly elected Council of the Twelve?

How do you overplay starvation?

How's it feel?

Feels like it's never even been broken.

The bone's been fused whole.

It's stronger than before.

It's wonderful.

You're waiting to take me back, aren't you?

Well, it isn't easy to find a ride around here.

I dread returning to that ship.

Well, look, maybe I can check around

and see if there's any place else you can go.

But there are better ships.

Would you be doing this if I weren't a socialator?

Hey, listen, can we forget my little jokes back on the shuttle, huh?

Look, I just want to help you.

Really.

It's nothing personal.

Nothing personal?

No. Absolutely nothing.

Really?

I swear.

Okay, okay.

But I think you're making a terrible deal.

Ranger patrols reporting in.

Altitech scanners show no sign of Cylon pursuit.

All Vecna is looking good.

Commander.

Yes, I heard.

That's good news.

Apparently, we've made good our escape.

Finding us now would be almost impossible,

assuming we don't make any mistakes.

Cylon is too far away.

We will never make it because of the food disaster.

There is no other destination.

Ah, but there is.

We can stop here.

On Borealis.

We know that everything we need is there.

Food, fuel, and water.

And, undoubtedly, a Cylon task force.

It is the most logical place for us to stop.

Precisely why I believe it will be fatal.

Hey, where are you going?

Possibly fatal.

Is it not surely fatal to continue towards Cylon?

There is another way.

If I may have a few moments at the council's time.

I support Commander Adama's rejection of Borealis.

Surprising.

It is a death trap as lethal as the one we left behind.

And we haven't the armament to fight our way in and out.

However, there is another approach to Carillon.

Instead of using the intended route,

which takes us sentons out of our way,

I suggest we take the direct path here,

through the Nova and Madagon.

Not patrolled and a savings of sentons in reaching Carillon.

Captain, I may not be a military expert,

but I do know that the Cylons don't have to patrol that particular area

because they mine it.

They lay mines to make passage impossible.

It would be impossible for a fleet of cumbersome ships like ours

to even attempt to go through that narrow passage.

I agree. The fleet could not traverse the channel

unless it had been cleared first.

And how would you propose doing that?

Well, I suggest I find one or two volunteers to join me

in flying ahead of the fleet in fighter craft

to blow the minefield apart with laser torpedoes.

Two volunteers.

Out of the question. Out of the question!

Brilliant, brilliant.

If you must go straight ahead as you insist, Adama,

then this is the way.

I say we support the captain.

Good for you, good for you, my boy.

As grave a plan as it is, it appears to be our only hope.

You have the support and the blessing of the Council of the Twelve.

Thank you.

I want to guess who's got mine to volunteer for that.

Hey, hey, wait, wait.

I'm getting out of here.

Well, just the two fellas I wanted to see.

Follow me, gentlemen.

Let's see.

And just what do you think you were doing

volunteering for a mission like that?

Sayuri must be laughing up a sleeve.

What's worrying you more, the mission,

or your being made to look foolish by Yuri?

I'm sorry I know better than that, but there was no choice.

You didn't seem to have a viable plan.

It was his way or mine.

Now you see, he's got us doing it.

Turning one against the other.

If Yuri weren't such a primadon, I'd say let him lead.

But we must not allow ourselves to be fractured off.

There are too few of us left.

A single voice is imperative.

But not his.

He's only interested in himself.

I don't understand how he ever got elected to the Council of the Twelve,

and you voted for him.

You should have known him back in the Renaissance days of Caprica.

He was one of the best.

A builder, an architect of dreams.

Now he just sits and decays himself.

With drink and remembrance.

No wonder our world fell apart.

Looking back is contagious.

Decay and corruption go hand in hand with defeatism and lack of action.

Yuri moved in because you failed to act.

To have alternatives to his plans.

I believe it is sometimes prudent

to steer away from the flames once you've been badly burnt.

And I'd say you'd better look around more carefully.

You're nursing wounds while we're still in the fire.

He still won't eat.

I think we may have found something that's going to interest him.

Tonight?

Shouldn't you be getting some rest?

I'll sleep better after we solve Boxy's problem.

That's a tall order.

I'm a big boy.

You're going to love this, Boxy.

As you know, we will soon be landing on various alien planets.

It's important that we be safe.

Ordinarily, we'd use trained daggots to stand watch at night

while our warriors slept in their encampments.

But we didn't have any daggots.

So we just had to see what we could come up with.

We'll call the first one...

Muffet 2.

Naturally, the first one will have to be very carefully looked after.

That's not Muffet.

He's not even a real dagger.

No, but he can learn to be like a real one.

He's very smart.

And if you would help us, it'll be even smarter.

Stop that.

We used the image of Boxy you gave us to train the drone to respond to him.

I owe you one, Doc.

Anytime.

That's one I owe you.

Call it even.

Father?

Are you all right?

If anyone amongst us can say that he's all right,

after what has happened,

I recommend him for catharsis treatment.

That's not the warrior I know.

The warrior I'm used to.

Whatever happened to the joy of living to fight another day?

Ah, yes.

The joy of living.

You were aboard the Galactica.

You didn't see them down there.

Their faces.

The old, the young.

Desperate.

Begging, screaming for a chance to come aboard.

A chance to live.

And there I was, like God,

passing out priorities

as if they were tickets to a lottery.

There was one,

one woman

with a child in her arms.

She tore out my arm as I was boarding the launch to come back.

Father, don't.

God came up.

Father.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye, tried to stop him.

I shoved her away, pushed.

He didn't see the child.

I don't know what happened to that woman.

But God, I don't want it anymore.

Let someone else do it.

Father.

Take this burden from me.

It's somehow beautiful.

It's a perfect machine.

Born to dance amongst the stars.

Yeah, it's bumping into them that has me worried.

Why did you volunteer, Starbuck?

Well, somebody had to do it.

Did Apollo make you?

Yes.

You certainly have a way of cutting through the felgacarb.

Do you ever take that smoldering weed out of your mouth?

I had this wonderful speech all prepared.

About this being your last night here.

About possibly not seeing another night as beautiful as this one.

Or another girl as beautiful as I am ever again.

Well, that speech is a little better than the one I had.

Would you mind if I borrowed it on some future occasion?

Uh, listen.

Do you mind if we don't spend too much more time in the launching bay?

Well, can you think of any place more private?

Come to think of it, I can't think of any place private in the whole damn fleet.

What's in there?

That's the launching tube. You don't want to go in there.

It's dark and cold and it's...

Lord, I'll do anything you ask tomorrow.

Just don't call an alert tonight.

Have you seen Lieutenant Starbuck by any chance?

No, I don't think I...

Wait, I did see him on one of the monitors earlier.

Before we shut down the flight deck, I think he was checking out his ship.

That would seem to make sense.

I'm sure he's long gone by now.

I'm getting a good night's sleep for the mission.

Why don't you do the same? You are going to be back.

Keep working.

That little snake.

The Madagon is not a nova at all.

But a star field so bright,

our cockpits will be sealed to prevent blindness.

We'll navigate by scanner and sweep everything out of our path with turbolasers.

You feeling all right, Starbuck?

You're fidgeting around like a dagget on a sunspot.

Well, it's my biopulse lines.

It's a bad time for me to be cooped up in a cockpit.

Starbuck's being polite. Seems he got a steam burn.

I don't think I want to ask you how you got it,

because I need you on this mission.

I didn't choose you to help leaders through without a great deal of anguish.

If it'll do any good, let me assure you that should we fail,

no one will survive.

The rest of our friends must sit in anticipation of our skill.

Or lack thereof.

Ready?

Ready.

Starbuck?

I'm not ready, but let's get it over with.

Nova Starfield ahead.

On three, two, one.

We've got it on.

Radiation shield positive.

Launch fighters, now.

Skin temperature readout 1-0-0 and rising.

I'd be able to see anything, but it's sure getting hot.

Anybody picking up the field on the scanner?

Negative. My scanner's burning up.

Mine's gone.

That's too bright for the scanner.

Core systems transferring control from probe craft to Galactica.

We will guide you through using scanners.

What if we miss a mine?

One of us will be the first to know.

Let's go.

We'll talk you through.

Countdown to fire.

Five, four, three...

Three degrees right.

Target destroyed. One target coming up.

It's burning through my canopy.

Just keep firing.

One fire.

And fire.

Zero-zero. Other functions normal.

It's working, Commander.

They're clearing a path a hundred maxims wide.

Now that is precision flying.

I can't see a blessed thing. Are we hitting anything?

Hang the vine up.

Two, one, fire.

Heartbeat, Captain Apollo, readout nine-nine.

Skin temperature one-two-zero and still rising.

Skin temperature one-three-zero and rising.

Five, four, three...

It's getting hot.

Two, one, fire.

Fire.

Fire.

Heartbeat, Captain Apollo, readout nine-nine.

Skin temperature one-three-zero and rising.

It's slowly leveling off.

It's cooling off.

Let's take a look at where we are.

Negative shield, now.

There it is.

Now, Carillon.

I think we're gonna make it.

Recall the flight crews.

The planet Carillon.

Landing operations will begin at once.

Prepare to land the mineral ships and the Landrum parties.

Our mineral scanners have located what we believe is the

approximate site of the old mining expedition.

Blue Squadron will vector in the ground search teams.

BALTAR

Baltar, I have grave news.

A handful of colonials prevail.

But we will soon find them.

What of our bargain? My colony was to be spared.

I now alter the bargain.

How can you change one side of a bargain?

When there is no other side,

you have missed the entire point of the war.

But I have no ambitions against you.

Could you think me so foolish as to trust a man

who would see his own race destroyed?

Not destroyed, subjugated under me.

There can be no survivors.

So long as one human remains alive,

the Alliance is threatened.

Surely you...

You don't mean me.

We thank you for your help, Baltar.

Your time is at an end.

No.

No. Not now, Scepterion.

Remove him for public execution.

Vector 63038 to ground expedition 2.

My scanners read life forms beyond these coordinates.

Either it's some high-energy-yielding substance,

or they left some kind of caretaker operation behind

when they abandoned this place.

We've got it, 038. Thanks a lot.

I wonder what this looks like in the daytime.

Hey, this is the daytime.

Oh, lovely.

Lambda M1 to Skywatch 038.

Can you assist in locating Thylem Mine?

You got it, Captain.

My scanner indicates that you are vectored

to intersect the mine area in 24 millisentons.

Affirmative, 038. We have it.

Everyone, synchronometers.

Captain would like a check-in every 4 millisentons

on the emergency frequency. Understood?

Affirmative, Jolly.

You are in time sync now.

038 returning to base.

See you guys in a while. Good luck.

Boomer.

Yeah, yeah. What is it now?

You're not going to believe this.

I don't believe it.

What is it?

I don't know.

Huh?

What is it?

Oh, Taura sure is pretty.

Sounds friendly.

Ah! Don't shoot me!

What do you want?

Wait, wait, wait. Don't be afraid.

Listen, hey, you're from Taura.

I'm a Taurus. How do you know that?

The dialect.

Listen, what is this place?

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here? What are you doing here?

Colonial warriors sneaking around a resort like this

with your weapons drawn.

Oh, sorry. This is legal, isn't it?

Well, uh, how did you get here?

Oh, I came in a sky bus.

She must have been smoking plant paper.

Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, wait.

Listen, could you, uh, could you, uh,

tell us something about this bus?

Oh, my travel editor, he took care of all of it.

Isn't it fabulous here?

Oh, this was so little money.

Oh, and I just won a thousand,

all over a thousand cubits.

Isn't that amazing?

You won those cubits here?

Oh, in here. Everybody's doing it. It's incredible.

Uh, you know, if it's illegal,

you're gonna have to fight the whole star system.

I have to go.

I have a moonlight cruise to lose.

Oh, how can you go wrong?

I don't get it.

How caught up can these people be?

She didn't act like she'd even heard

about the destruction of the colony.

Eh, there's something even more peculiar.

Why haven't we heard about this place?

Look, I suppose you know every gambling chancery

in the star system, huh?

Oh, well, that's right, that's right.

If there's a game going on,

you'd know about it.

The odds must be incredible here.

Boomer people are winning a fortune.

Yes, and they're obviously well-fed.

Look, why don't we find out

about who's in charge of this place

and see about getting some food back up to the fleet?

Hold it, Boomer.

The last thing these people may want to find

is a battle star sitting on their front door.

I haven't found the gambling den yet

that didn't depend on military pay vouchers

to keep its doors open.

Now, Boomer, until we find out

who these, uh, people are,

just remember it'll only take one informant

and we'll have the whole Cylon war machine on its way.

Now, I want to look around,

sit in on a game or two,

see if I can find out what's behind this place.

Now, your mission, Boxy,

is to keep your eye on that readout.

When the counter gets up to ten,

it means we're right on top of a rich Tyleon deposit.

Yes, sir.

We can't afford to stay in any one place

for too long.

Why? Why'd those people want to hurt us?

What'd we do to them?

It's not what we did to them.

It's what they fear we could do.

You see, they're not like us.

They're machines,

created by living creatures a long, long time ago.

If they're machines,

why don't we just turn them off?

Hmph.

Boy, I wish we could.

These machines aren't all that simple.

You see, some machines are so advanced

that they can function better

than a lot of living creatures.

They're not smarter.

In some ways, they are.

They're programmed to think a lot faster than we do.

On the other hand, they're not as individual.

We can do a little more of the unexpected.

It's about the only advantage we have.

Why did we make them?

We didn't. Another race did.

A race of reptiles called Cylons.

After a while, the Cylons discovered

humans were the most practical form of creature

in this system,

so they copied our bodies.

But they built them bigger and stronger than we are.

And they can exchange parts

so they can live forever.

Maybe the Cylons who created these machines

could turn them off.

There are no more real Cylons.

They died off thousands of yarns ago,

leaving behind a race of super machines.

And we still call them Cylons.

Will that happen to us, too?

Will our drones and machines take over?

We are very careful

not to make our drones

quite that intelligent or independent.

Present.

Present company accepted, muppet.

As a matter of fact, I think we better

have this drone checked. He's been listening.

I'll think closely.

We better talk.

Right.

I can't try to read our lips in here.

Who?

Whoever might be up to something in this place.

Well, but we're...

One thing this place isn't is crooked.

Where'd you get all those cubits?

Gambling. I'm telling you, Boomer, you can't lose.

That's what I'm talking about.

You ever been in a gambling chancery

where you couldn't lose your money?

No, but then I've never been here before, either.

We'd make a fortune

if we put those girls on the Star Circuit.

You know, I mean big money, Boomer. Big money.

Big money, huh?

Every creature in the universe

is out to exterminate us,

and you want to hire a vocal group?

Mm-hmm.

Look, Starbuck, I'm telling you,

there's something just not right about this place.

Yeah.

I gotta talk to those girls.

Hey, Muffet.

I see you entirely on...

Nice going, Boxy.

That's a pretty hot reading, Skipper.

We may be right on top of that old mine.

I better check it out.

Okay, Jolly, keep your eyes open.

All right.

I'll bring him back.

Hey, Boxy.

Boxy? Right here. I'm gonna get him back.

Muffy?

Muffy?

Thank you.

For what?

For saving my son's life.

Getting things a little out of proportion.

Anyway, maybe I should be thanking you.

You don't know anything about me

or what happened to Boxy's father.

When you're ready, you'll tell me.

In the meantime, nothing that's gone on before

really counts for much.

As far as the human race is concerned,

we're all starting over.

Muffy?

Muffy? Muffy?

Any sign of Boxy?

I'm afraid not.

What is it?

What's happening on this planet?

I don't know.

This may be the largest Tyleon mine in the star system.

I don't care about that.

I just want to know what's happened to Boxy.

Welcome to Carillon.

You are impressed?

Confused would be more like it.

Listen, we've lost a little boy.

He is safe.

We found him and brought him here.

Would you care to join him?

Yes, we would.

Mummy!

Ah, Captain.

Good fortune smiles on us.

It's like nothing we ever dreamed of, Captain.

They've got everything we need here.

Plenty of it.

You're happy to share.

Sounds like paradise.

Yeah, it does.

Colonel?

A message from Sara Yuri.

The Oveon people have extended

to the survivors of the colonies

every measure of goodness and support

we might have hoped for.

It's not possible to foresee the entire fleet

able to resume our voyage

with a descent on.

Well, Colonel,

a most optimistic note.

Too optimistic.

Yuri has everyone in the fleet breaking in the bulkheads

to get down to the surface.

Perhaps in small numbers

in order to be rotation.

It isn't going to be that way.

Already he's authorized visitors permits

to half our population.

Half the population?

You've come so far

so quickly.

There's been little time for reason.

What is the curious

secret behind the existence

of this outpost on the outer rim

of our star system?

There are many such oases for intergalactic

travellers, but none so

far off than known arteries of trade

and none so curiously

close to a Tyleum mine.

Fuel has begun to arrive from the Oveon mines

but in curiously small quantities.

Now I feel

the growing need for extraordinary

measures of precaution.

The ships continue

to hover over the planet, supported

by small maintenance crews

whose spirits are as depleted

as their numbers.

Everyone seems to have forgotten

our flight from the Cylons.

The beauty and wiles

of Carillon

hold our people spellbound.

Let him ride.

Hello, Starbuck.

This is my lucky night.

Just might be.

Yeah, it's been a while.

Money isn't everything.

No?

Listen,

have you checked out the accommodations yet?

Most of my unit is staying down

on Carillon tonight.

I'll see what I can arrange.

Okay.

Are you going

to play, sir?

Oh, I hope so.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Let him ride again.

It's my lucky night.

Cantaloupes.

Is this seat taken?

Oh, uh, uh, well,

it's, um, um...

Starbuck?

I came because I think I owe you an apology.

You do?

Come on, this paradise is

the perfect opportunity for us to be

open and honest

with one another.

I hurt you, admit it.

Well...

Didn't you once tell me

that I was the only woman you'd ever had any

real and true feelings toward?

Yeah, I, uh, may have said that.

You may have said that?

No, uh, see...

No, uh, Athena, wait, wait.

What I meant to say is, see, that...

I've had to shut all those feelings

out of my mind to avoid any more pain

than I've already suffered.

Starbuck.

Oh, no.

Hello.

Excuse me, I believe you're occupying

my space.

Your space?

Yes, I have good news.

I got us the key to the royal suite.

Why, thank you.

We do appreciate it.

Uh, say, uh, listen, girls,

I've got this hot streak going here.

Oh, I see.

Yes, I do, too.

Well, have a good time, you two.

And next time it's

at office rates, lieutenant.

Never eaten so much

in my entire life.

I'm gonna be as bad as...

Push level three for us, please.

I feel like a total

glut, Vansua. Nothing fits me anymore.

And we've only been down on the surface

for three.

Um, I asked you

to push the third level.

There.

You've missed our lodging.

I did press it. Something seems to be wrong.

Well, there are no lodgings

this far down.

Look there.

Seems to be taking us all the way

to the bottom.

Something seems to be happening.

Let me at that control.

There. We've stopped.

Thank goodness.

I wonder what's down here.

Oh.

You wanted to see me.

I've been sitting here for yarns, it seems.

Examining

our military intelligence on

this Kowloon outpost.

I didn't think we had any beyond the

exploration for fighter fuel.

That's the disquieting part.

It was Spalthouse people

who engineered that expedition

and declared the thallium too minimal for mining.

And our military intelligence

is based on that report.

And now we find one of the largest

thallium mining operations in the star system.

Exactly.

So, the mystery is

who's behind such a

huge, remote

mining operation?

There's no local

food source to feed the laborers.

They must be bringing it in

from who knows how far.

They have plenty of food to share.

Some of our people are getting downright obese.

Yes.

And there's another mystery.

There seems to be

no connection between

the Oviatt workers underground

and the resort on the surface.

And yet there must

be some connection.

Do you

suspect a tie-in with the Cylon Empire?

With Balthasar involved,

I suppose I suspect everything.

You've had no reports

of anything odd

out of the ordinary?

No, sir.

The people are having the time

of their lives.

It's a circus, a wonderland.

Why don't we go in and find him?

Why don't we, my beautiful captain?

We have here

the foods and necessities to feed our people.

We have the support

of a culture quite content to be

subservient to our needs.

We are far away from the Cylons

so as not to pose a threat to them.

At least we ought not to pose a threat

and would not if we destroyed

our war machines.

What's this?

Ah, our young warrior, or should I say savior.

I was just pointing out

that the Cylons destroyed our cities

because we were a threat to their order.

Here, isolated from them,

we pose no threat

or would not

if we dispose of our ships and weapons.

Now what do you think of my proposal?

Hope it's the Grog.

Well, tonight it might

very well be the Grog.

But there's always tomorrow.

And why should they believe we are now

willing to accept that

which we have always found

to be unacceptable,

to live under Cylon rule?

Because we would destroy our arms

to prove we are willing

to live in peace.

Destroy our only means of defense.

Or attack.

May I remind my brothers

that we did not have

comfort with the Cylons

until we intervened in the relations

with other nations.

Yes, yes you are right.

We did not

come into conflict with the Cylons

until we helped our neighbors

whom the Cylons wished to enslave.

And until we helped

the Assaris get back their nation

taken by force

by the Cylons.

Correct. If we mind our own business

there's every reason

to believe the Cylons will leave us alone.

If you've all

come to this council

to turn your backs

on the principles of our fathers

and the Lords of Kobol from whom all colonies evolved

you do so with my utter

contempt.

Warriors are always the last to recognize

the inevitability of change.

We have a choice.

Life or death.

I submit that an issue

this grave should be decided

by our people.

Maybe you're right, but I'll tell you something.

The military won't be easy to convince.

How may I ask

you propose to present

such a delicate matter, eh?

At a celebration

to decorate those three brave

young men who led us to safety

through the perilous Straits of Malaga.

One of them

Adama's son, I do believe.

Just the tonic our people need

at this moment. Some old-fashioned

down-to-goodness heroes.

Party's just getting started.

You want a little, uh,

company?

I'm kind of accompanied out, thank you.

I thought you were going to miss the tribute

for the three warriors.

I've given them all the tribute they're going to get.

I missed my level.

Mine too.

Something seems to be wrong.

We're going all the way down.

I didn't think that was allowed.

I wonder what's down there.

What are they doing with us?

Okay.

30-70. You guys split 70 percent

and I'll even pick up the transportation.

I just don't think

it'll work out.

Why not?

Look, I can't talk now.

What do you mean?

We'll just have to talk about it later.

If you're still around.

Hey, hey, hey, wait. Where are you going?

You're my meal ticket out of the military.

Starbuck.

What are you doing?

The captain's been looking all over for you.

No, Boomer, I'm beginning to agree with you.

Something's going on around here.

Well, whatever it is, it's going to have to wait.

We've got to get back to the Galactica.

What for?

Dress uniforms.

Dress uniforms?

Wait, I'm not getting into any fancy...

One does not accept our people's

highest military honor,

the Gold Cluster, in a battle suit.

The Gold Cluster?

You're kidding.

We got it.

Commander.

Just like old times, isn't it, Ty?

Well, our ships weren't quite so fancy,

but we gave them a good run.

Yes.

You didn't tell anyone we were meeting?

No.

Is there some reason

why you and I aren't supposed to be talking?

Pick up that ground troop communicator

and climb into the next ship, please.

Climb into the next ship?

Quick.

You're patched into

my internal comm system.

We are completely isolated.

No one can hear us.

Yes, I understand, but why would anyone want to?

It grieves me to think that we have to

take such precautions

on our own Battlestar.

Sire Yuri's men

are expecting me to make some kind of move

over his disarmament plan.

I find that even my private quarters

are being monitored.

Now, what I'm about to propose

is somewhat risky.

You don't have to go along

if you don't want to.

Commander, if you say we should do it,

naturally I say we should do it.

What is it

we're about to do?

Ty,

when would be

the most devastating time

for a Cylon strike?

Almost any time

with half of our warriors down on...

during the celebration

when all of our

warriors are down on Carillon.

If we were attacked

without being able

to recall our warriors,

we wouldn't have a chance.

A few well-placed

Cylon bombs in the heart of this

launching bay,

and we wouldn't be able to get a single fighter

into the air.

Then you do think there's more to Carillon than

generosity?

It smells like a crap.

It feels like a crap.

I believe it is

a trap.

It is imperative

that we get our pilots closer to our

ships.

Or perhaps the other way around,

get our ships closer

to our pilots.

How do we get our fighter ships down to Carillon

without getting council clearance?

We launch a couple at a time

as if they were part of our regular

patrol.

The council has ordered all of our warriors

to be at the party.

They will be there

in a manner of speaking.

Now, Yuri doesn't

know all of our warriors on site.

He'll be counting uniforms,

not men.

He'll be counting uniforms?

Yes.

And I want you to collect

all the warrior uniforms you can possibly

lay your hands on and fill them

with whomever you can find.

Mechanics, kitchen personnel,

anyone.

And get them down to that party.

What do I tell them?

Tell them anything.

Tell them

they're on a secret mission,

which is the truth.

I'll do my best.

I'm depending

upon you, Ty.

And if I'm right,

Yuri won't be the only one

who'll be counting uniforms

at that party tonight.

I understand.

And I hope you are wrong.

We'll see.

We'll see.

What are you doing, Colonel?

Falker.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Can we give you a hand with...

If you ever do that again,

you're on report, Starbuck.

And you can tell

the rest of your playboy pilots this is not

the last flash inspection that I'm gonna make.

And if I ever

find uniforms in this

condition, you're in trouble.

When Commander Adama sees these,

he's gonna go

crazy.

It's gotta be the pressure.

You know, it's unfair. A lot of those bridge officers

never get a chance to go down to the surface.

Everybody else gets to go and have a good time.

Bridge officers don't get their tail

shot off flying around as skinny little fighters.

Still, I wouldn't mind trading with them.

I believe you, Boomer. I'll mention

it to the Colonel.

Wait a minute. I can't take over for him. I'm not a Colonel.

Neither am I.

So much for guilt. Let's go to the party.

Right.

Hello, Father.

Apollo.

Well...

Colonel Ty wants to be at the celebration.

So I...

I offered to relieve him for the night.

Simply as a favor.

I might have thought

you'd like to see your son getting a star cluster.

It's well-deserved, Apollo.

Well-deserved.

Precisely why I cannot accept it

as anything but another one of Counselor Yuri's

ploys. How can saluting

his greatest rival's son be a ploy?

I just have the feeling

that he'll propose destroying our arms

at the celebration.

Hoping that the cascade of emotion

will do all the damage

before anyone realizes what they've done.

But you can stop him.

I...

Not anymore.

Haven't you heard the talk?

I got us into this predicament.

No one believes that. And even if some do,

you have to speak out.

How can I say to you that you've been more than a father

to me? You've been someone

I could look up to with trust and respect.

My ideals rise and fall in your standards,

and this isn't you.

What's happening to you?

Will you help me to understand?

You'll understand,

my son.

In time, you'll understand.

I know that wasn't easy for you,

not telling him.

Perhaps you should have.

No.

No.

No, if I had told him,

I wouldn't have been able to keep him from my side.

This is my gamble.

If I win,

we all win.

But if you're wrong,

Yuri will destroy you.

I'm not wrong.

The Psybombs lured me

into their deception once.

Never again.

It's very strange.

What is?

That man's insignia is Blue Squadron.

I thought I knew everybody in it,

and look at the fit of that uniform.

Apollo.

Tonight is a night of thanksgiving,

and everyone's dressing up and making do

with whatever they have.

He probably hasn't worn that in years.

Besides,

the guest of honor

looks absolutely delicious.

How lovely you look

in your uniform.

Huh?

Oh.

Hey, isn't this something, Boxy?

Our hosts have been very generous.

I don't like them.

I told him the Ovians

wouldn't approve of him bringing Muffet to the celebrations.

Well, we put room around him,

didn't we, dear?

Except for your captain,

I deduced from the uniforms

that most of your warriors are here.

Yes, well, I'm always a big draw.

Woo-hoo!

Muffet, Muffet, come back here!

Can you dig it? Come back here.

Starbuck.

What is it? I'm talking to the great and your great.

Well, when you come down,

tell me who that is.

Those three guys right behind the dancer.

Aaron, if I know, I sure have lousy tailors.

Starbuck should know them.

Yeah, why should I know them?

Because they're wearing the insignia from our squadron.

Yeah, don't start without me.

Where is the lieutenant going?

Um,

to find the captain, sir.

Excellent.

What's going on?

Stop those guys!

What are you... Stop!

What are you doing, Starbuck?

Listen, something's going on around here.

Those three impostors, I just...

Listen, can we talk?

Yeah.

Will you excuse us? The lieutenant needs attention.

I'll take Boxing and get something to eat.

Where is Boxing?

He's probably in watching the acrobats. They're pretty good.

Well, don't be long.

You two don't want to miss your own coronation.

Hey.

What's this about impostors?

I don't know. I don't know.

I've been running into guys all night who aren't from our unit,

but they're wearing our unit's clothes.

That officer on the shuttle.

What, you spotted one of them?

Yeah, maybe.

I think we better check this out.

I suggest

that you find your two friends

and tell them if you're going to begin

with or without them.

Yes, sir.

Looks deserted.

Everyone's at the party.

Not everyone. There are three impostors down here someplace.

How many warriors?

Nearly their full complement of warriors.

See that the humans remain entertained

until the end.

Then they will be yours

in the lower chambers.

This night

we celebrate a most special event

in the annals

of human experience.

Starbuck, what'd you find?

They're not here. They must be at another level.

The other levels aren't accessible to humans.

I've been wondering about that.

Yeah, so have I.

I know where to fix that.

What's down there?

Do it again.

Pick a level.

What say we have a look

at what's furthest from the guest rooms?

Nice.

Shh.

You're the leader.

Against any living brother,

whether a former friend

or foe,

I tell you

that this night

will be remembered

in the ears

as the thought

of me and my big mouth.

Well, at least we know

the secret of Carillon.

Let's get out of here.

Wait! Hugo, what are you talking about?

We still don't know the connection

between the casino and this mining operation.

For all we know,

they could be supplying half the fuel

for the Cylon Empire.

We just can't leave it fully operational.

We've got our entire population up on top.

That includes women and children.

Now you get up there and warn them.

I won't do anything until you've had a chance to get away.

What can you do by yourself?

Look, this whole planet is loaded with Tylium.

If I can ignite it with my laser,

it'll blow the entire planet apart.

Starbuck, I can't leave you down here.

You'll never get out alive.

You don't have a choice.

Starbuck, I had to leave Zack behind.

I can't leave you, too.

You go up. I'll set fire to the Tylium.

Apollo, by the time we get to arguing about this...

Shh. Somebody's coming.

Buffett!

Run, Maxi, run!

I guess it's a little late

to try and talk to these fellas.

I think so.

Oh, my God.

Some of them are probably from our ships.

No wonder no one's ever left here

to tell about this resort.

The Ovians are living off of them.

They're probably selling the Tylium

they mined to the Cyans.

That's Buffett!

Hey, Foxy, come back here!

No!

Buffett!

Buffett!

Starbuck!

Let's go. Follow me.

Report, Centurion.

It is done, Imperius Leader.

Let the attack begin.

By your command, Imperius Leader.

We're doing fine.

We've got the Tylium.

Whoops.

This is too many of them.

Go for the ceiling.

Set fire to the Tylium.

That must be why you're a captain.

Call out the entire garrison.

Scanner's picking up a large body of objects

closing rapidly.

Scan for alien forms.

This way! This way!

Run, Boxy!

Captain, where you guys been?

We've been looking all over for you.

Come on!

Move!

Move!

When these fires reach hypercombustion,

the whole planet's gonna blow!

Let's get out of here!

Oh, frack!

Warm scan positive.

Multiple three-passenger vehicles.

Cylon attack craft.

So they spring their trap.

Enemy approaching.

Ninety microns.

An opportunity

to throw down our arms

and prove once and for all

that peace

begets peace

and love

begets love.

Attention! Everybody listen to me!

I want everybody to move quickly and orderly

towards the exits. That is an order!

Stay where you are! I'm in charge here!

Do what the man says! He's in charge!

Stay here, Muffet!

I'm gonna save you!

Enemy closing.

Seventy microns.

Enemy approaching.

Fifty-five microns.

Serena, take Boxy!

I'll be back.

Let's go! Move it out! Take it easy!

Muffet! Wait!

We can't leave without Muffet!

Let's go!

We can't leave without Muffet!

Let's go!

Do you have any idea

where these land rams are coming from?

I don't know.

Land rams courtesy of Commander Adama.

Muffet!

Thirty-five microns.

And closing.

Johnny, what are you doing in combat dress?

The rest of Blue Squadron didn't get to go to the party, sir!

I guess they had to let you go, though.

They've been wise. They didn't have all the military personnel there.

Well, if you didn't go to the party, who were those guys?

Anybody the Commander could find up and bring to fill the uniforms.

You should have been the one that got mine!

Enemy closing. Thirty microns.

Recall all warriors from service.

Stand by to attack.

Twenty-five microns.

And closing.

I want you ladies in that shuttlecraft!

Johnny, what's going on?

The whole squadron is waiting for orders from the Galactic Command.

Fifteen microns.

Silent attack force now closing to killer range.

They're taking the shuttle.

Let's go!

Why?

Take care of your mom.

I wish she could be my daddy.

Enemy closing in.

Ten microns.

We are not sending out interceptors.

We have taken them completely by surprise.

Closing in. Five microns.

Four.

Three. Two.

One.

Buzzer shield now.

Starbuck?

Revved and ready for takeoff.

He's coming right at us, sir.

Fire in the bay!

Damage control.

Your wing ready, Jolly?

Ready, sir.

Boomer?

Ready, Captain.

Let's go.

There's nothing to stop them.

Sir, incoming surface squadron

doesn't seem to match any known silent war machines.

Are they going to make it?

We're going to be surprised.

And we don't stop them.

We're going to have to go back and live on that rock.

That one's for the Atlantia.

And here's one for Zack.

Father, they're ours. All of them.

But how?

Looks to me like a lot of our boys violated orders and skipped the party.

Yes, make a note, Colonel, to discuss discipline in the ranks.

Yes, sir.

Starbuck?

Yo.

On your tail.

Ain't nothing to worry about.

Felgar carb.

Boomer, you give him a hand.

I'm on my way.

Don't take too long, Boomer.

Thanks, Boomer.

Thanks for the assist.

I'm on to three.

I'll make that two.

Let's go.

Press it home. Press it home.

I think we got him on the run.

Now let's see if we can find that Cylon base ship.

Ain't nothing on my scanner.

It's hidden someplace behind Carillon.

That's the only way it could have approached us without being picked up.

We're not going to let that base ship go.

They can follow us at a safe distance and plot our every move until the reinforcements arrive.

Let's go. Down on the deck beneath the scanners.

Warrior's requesting permission to locate and pursue Cylon base ship.

Colonel,

we must conserve our resources if we're to find a home for our people.

Bring the fleet home.

Get on a Cylon frequency.

What for?

They can't see us, but they'll be able to hear us.

Doing what? Praying?

No, you're going to be red and blue squadrons, and I'm going to be green and yellow.

I'll be red and blue squa... Oh, I get it.

Sir, two of our warriors are overdue and unaccounted for.

Who?

It's Captain Apollo, sir.

Who else?

And Starbuck.

I see.

Switching frequencies now.

This is Green Leader to Red.

All ships in formation and ready for attack. Come in.

Um, yeah.

Yeah, we're all ready.

Every one of us.

Speak, Centurion.

By your command,

Colonial Viper squadrons approaching in large numbers.

Surely our raiders are close enough to defend us.

Our raiders are still engaged against the Galactica.

Retreat base ship behind the protection of Carillon.

Their scanners will not be able to find us.

This is Yellow Leader. We have your squadron visual contact.

Uh, right.

Green Leader, I've got two more squadrons requesting permission to join us.

Purple and orange squadrons.

They're just dying for a good fight. Been on reconnaissance for centaurs.

Purple and orange?

Negative, Blue Leader. Let's not get carried away.

We've got all the manpower we need to knock out one base ship.

Mander, we're picking up some attack signals between purple and orange squadrons.

We don't have purple and orange squadrons.

Purple and orange?

Starbuck and Apollo?

I would help them both.

The warriors continue to advance. At least six squadrons.

Recall all raiders to defend base ship.

Our raiders are all destroyed.

All destroyed? How?

We took them by surprise.

Apparently it was not as big a surprise as we had hoped for.

Retreat closer to Carillon. Below their scanners.

There are reports of fires.

I said lower, or they will destroy us.

By your command.

Just ahead. There she is.

Lovely. What do we do, Rammer?

We are now picking up attacking warriors on the scanner.

We are too close to the surface.

Sir, telemetry reports surface of Carillon reaching vapor point.

There are only two ships. It is a deception.

Open fire and retreat from the planet.

Apollo?

Okay, Starbuck, let's get out of here.

Before that Trillium we set on fire blows the planet apart.

Negative field. Now.

She's going to explode.

Let's go home.

It's just plain nowhere.

At least until we find Earth.

I think we'll never really find it.

We'll find it. Someday.

Fleeing from the planet.

Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny.

The last battlestar, Galactica,

leads a ragtag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest.

A shining planet known as Earth.

You are Balta?

As if you don't remember, hmm?

My predecessor has left me with a difficult choice.

Your...

predecessor?

Was destroyed by your peers.

A foolish miscalculation of the will of your people.

I tried to warn him.

I could have helped. I could have prevented his...

Yes.

I have examined your epistles,

suggesting you would be able to locate the humans.

Oh, I can.

Oh, yes.

I... I think.

As they do. I... I... I... I...

I know where they will go, what they must do.

I find your reasoning logical.

Then...

I am to be...

spared.

To serve the Empire?

No.

To serve your people.

To help us extend a hand of truce.

Truce?

My predecessor was programmed at a time when our Empire was less capable of tolerance.

Now that we are omnipotent,

we can afford to be more charitable.

You will explain my policy of goodwill.

I have spared you.

I will spare them.

They are...

not likely to be receptive.

I will send with you a base star,

entirely under your command.

Lucifer.

To be continued...