Previously on Battlestar Galactica.
Gives me the creeps
seeing him acting like that with her...
How can one of us get that roped in by one of them?
Look, Chief,
I know how she felt about you. She loved you.
You know what, I should probably be grateful to you.
Because that freak in her belly could've been mine.
Do you have actual memories
of being with the Chief before the Cylon attack?
You're the father of my child. You're the first in my heart.
And nothing is ever gonna change that.
All right, here's the deal.
We are gonna build a new fighter.
Blackbird test flight, cleared for launch.
Galactica, Apollo. I've lost her.
Of course, you lost contact. It's a damn stealth ship, remember?
The resistance base camp is here.
Three hundred clicks north of the only Cylon airbase in the area.
We can drop seven Raptors straight down through the Martok Valley
and be in and out before the Cylons have a chance to launch their Raiders.
The Raptors return the Galactica
with the resistance fighters, we jump the hell out of there.
Simple.
Where's the Fleet?
The Fleet will remain here.
I've tasked seven Vipers and one Raptor to stay with them.
Seven Vipers?
And one Raptor.
Lieutenant,
how many jumps
will it take Galactica to reach Caprica?
241.
241?
That's conservative.
And you know it.
Once you jump the Red Line,
navigational error creeps into
every single jump calculation that you make.
It could take us twice that amount of time
to actually find Caprica, let alone land.
I understand the risks.
Do you really?
We have to try.
Lieutenant, I respect what you're trying to do here.
However...
We have a duty to the people we left behind.
I understand that.
We have to find a way to jump back to Caprica and go get the...
Kara.
Action stations, action stations. Set Condition One throughout the ship.
This is not a drill. Repeat. Action stations, action stations.
Set Condition One throughout the ship.
Well, Madam President,
looks like you picked a hell of a day for a visit.
This is the commander. Sitrep.
Bogey just jumped into dradis range, CBDR.
From the size of it, it's probably a Cylon base ship.
CAP's on its way to intercept.
Alert the Fleet to an emergency jump.
I'm on my way with the President.
Galactica, Apollo, I'm outbound on course to the Base Star.
Tag alongside me.
I estimate one minute till I intercept.
Roger that, Apollo.
Be advised, alert fighters have launched
and will take station on your six in three minutes.
Sitrep.
Alert fighters have launched.
New dradis contact, they're launching Raiders.
How long till we jump?
Another two minutes.
Sir?
Sir, I'm getting Colonial transponders.
Colonial?
Hell, now they're using our own signals against us.
Maybe.
Weapons hold. Hold the jump, too.
Something up your sleeve, I take it?
All ships, Galactica, hold jump.
Say again, hold jump.
Ship to ship, Colonial priority one channel.
Send hostile challenge and ID.
And put your reply up on the speakers.
Attention, unknown vessel.
This is the Battlestar Galactica.
Identify yourself or we will fire upon you.
Range now 1,700, sir.
This is the Battlestar Pegasus
to the ship claiming to be the Galactica. Please respond.
Pegasus? How could that be?
The entire fleet was destroyed.
Give me direct contact.
Pegasus, this is Galactica actual.
Authenticate identity with recognition codes immediately.
Sir.
I'm receiving Colonial recognition codes.
They're authentic.
Galactica, this is Pegasus actual.
Adama, is that you?
Admiral Cain.
What a pleasure to hear your voice.
Disengage.
Red Team, disengage. Red Team, disengage.
Commander,
I don't know what to say.
This is a miracle.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Step down to Condition One throughout the Fleet.
Galactica Apollo, you are not going to believe
what I'm looking at out here.
It's like a dream.
It is a dream.
Pegasus Raptor 861, Galactica.
Skids down, mag secure. Welcome aboard, Admiral.
This is a stroke of luck like you read about.
We could use a little luck right now.
Can't argue that.
You know this Admiral Cain?
Only heard about her.
But she's a very young officer on a very fast track.
She's very smart.
Very tough.
Very well-connected.
Fleet promoted her to rear admiral
over half the commanders on the list.
What the hell is this, a party?
Sorry, sir.
All clear the deck.
Oh, Colonel, let it go. It's a big moment. Come on.
Get into ranks, people!
Look sharp. This isn't recess!
Come on, the landing party is here. Dress and cover.
Nice of you to show up. Couldn't get here too early.
Group, attention!
Admiral Cain, welcome aboard the Galactica.
Commander Adama,
it's an honor.
Colonel, put your men at ease.
At ease.
Allow me to present to you the President of the Colonies, Laura Roslin.
It's a long story. Welcome.
Madam President, pleasure.
Dr. Baltar?
Yes.
It's good to see you.
On behalf of the officers and the crew of the Pegasus,
it's a pleasure to see all of you.
Welcome back to the Colonial Fleet.
Captain Taylor.
Kara Thrace. Captain Taylor.
Sorry about all of this.
No, it's so good to see you.
To the 12 Colonies.
It's good to have you aboard.
Good stuff.
One of my last bottles.
Admiral.
I'm fairly burning with questions.
I hope you don't mind if I just dive in.
Please. How did you find us?
Well, we were tracking a Cylon fleet.
We were trying to predict their movements,
which seemed rather random initially.
Until we realized that they were just jumping to systems with natural resources.
So, we began to scout those systems ourselves,
hoping to carry out hit-and-run attacks on their fleet.
But instead of finding the Cylons, we found you.
So, you've been attacking their fleet?
Well, you know what they say about the best defense.
Hmm.
How did you avoid the initial Cylon attack on the Colonies?
I'll have another if you don't mind.
Galactica's finest.
Beats the hell out of the nickel tour. Thank you.
I figured if you'd seen one old Battlestar, you'd seen them all.
Yeah, well, she's an old one.
I can't believe the Cylons didn't kick your ass
up one side and down the other in this bucket.
Sorry.
I'm sorry. No one gets to insult your ship except you.
You're Gods damn right.
And just for that
you have to skip this round.
We were docking at Scorpion Fleet Shipyard.
We were getting ready to go in for a three-month overhaul.
Most of the crew was getting ready for extended shore leave and family reunions.
XO had the deck.
I was down in my quarters, wrapping up some paperwork
and getting ready to pack up to go home to Tauron.
And that's when the Cylons attacked.
They hit the shipyard with three, maybe four nukes.
Five ships. Two of them Battlestars.
They were destroyed right there.
And luckily, very luckily,
the blast blinded the Cylon dradis.
So they were unable to determine that we were still intact.
But there were... There were explosions,
and fires in the launch bays,
and fuel and ordnance igniting,
people screaming.
And by the time I got back to CIC,
I discovered that I'd lost over 700 men.
My Gods.
We were completely defenseless, so I ordered a jump.
To where?
Wherever.
Nowhere. Just jump.
Blind jump.
Could've ended up anywhere. Gutsy call.
No. Desperate move.
Didn't see any other choice.
How'd you avoid the Cylons infiltrating your computer system?
Well, our networks were off-line in preparation for the overhaul.
Yes, Pegasus has always been a rather lucky ship.
To lucky ships.
I'm sure you have
quite a story to tell as well.
But I won't make you go through it right this very minute.
You can send up your logs when you get the chance.
Yes, sir.
Is something wrong?
No.
I sometimes forget about the rules of military protocol.
Admiral Cain is my superior officer.
She will take complete command of the entire Fleet.
I was wondering how to broach that topic.
Trust me when I say
that while the chain of command is strict, it is not heartless.
And neither am I.
This is your ship.
And I have no desire to interfere with Galactica's internal affairs.
I appreciate it, Admiral.
Madam President, you look like I just shot your dog.
No, I just...
Just the Commander and I, we've been through a lot.
Excuse me. Madam President?
If you'll both excuse me.
Admiral, I can't tell you how grateful we are to have you here.
Thank you for finding us.
Madam President.
The Secretary of Education?
She's come a long way.
I'm sure.
So tell me about Admiral Cain.
Officer's discretion.
Of course.
We were going after what we thought was a little Cylon comm relay.
Easy target, right?
Turns out it wasn't a comm relay at all. It was a staging area
full of 15 squadrons of Raiders.
Admiral Cain ordered our XO to attack.
Those two were real close.
He'd served with her for years.
But here's the thing.
He refused the order.
No frakking way.
There's one other matter.
We have a Cylon prisoner aboard this ship.
Really?
We have one on ours as well.
Ours has proven to be an excellent source of intelligence.
She's been very cooperative.
The Vice President, Dr. Baltar, has been working with her.
You're very lucky to have him onboard.
Very lucky.
What did she do?
She asked for his gun.
Shot him in the head with it in front of the whole crew.
And then she turned to me.
What did you do?
Then I ordered the frakking attack, what do you think I did?
No.
No, no. I'm just joking.
I'm just kidding, you know.
Huh?
No, no.
Hey.
Set us up again, will you?
We haven't been able to get anything useful out of our Cylon.
I'd like to set up an appointment with Dr. Baltar as soon as possible.
Yes, sir.
It gives me no pleasure to have to take command, Bill.
I want you to know that.
Don't give it a moment's thought, Admiral.
Is this a scorecard?
You guys put scorecards on the side of your ships?
Like you don't keep score.
You don't see me painting them on the side
like I'm bragging to the whole frakking universe.
That's 48 kills right there.
That's special. Do you have caps and T-shirts, too?
Where's the Galactica CAG?
Right here.
Let's hear the rundown on this squadron of yours, Captain.
I see you don't keep track of your kills. You should start.
Encourages morale, gets the competition going, esprit de corps.
Well, that's one philosophy.
It's Admiral Cain's philosophy.
That means it's your philosophy now, Captain.
The name of my commander is Adama.
It should be pretty easy to remember, 'cause it's my name.
Yeah.
I'll keep that in mind, daddy's boy.
Let's see your ordnance lists.
I can never get over how human they look.
Yes. It's uncanny, isn't it?
This model has been very useful, in fact.
It's given us key insights into
Cylon information systems, tactics, strategic plans.
I take it we've encountered another Colonial warship.
You've gotten all of this intel without coercion?
Oh, yes.
I find the application
of physical or coercive techniques to be counter-productive.
You're going to ignore me.
Pretend I can't speak.
We treat this model as if it's the human being it pretends to be.
That seems to make it more cooperative.
I haven't shown you the lab, have I?
So with the background in physics, and computer programming,
they made me head of the Cylon branch
and my main focus is on Cylon detection.
We have our own Cylon prisoner.
I'd like you to examine it as soon as possible.
See if you can glean anything from it.
I wonder who the Cylon will turn out to be?
A stranger, a familiar face,
a trusted friend who suddenly turns out to be the enemy?
Did you hear what I just said?
Yes, yes.
I'd be really... I'd be very happy to examine the prisoner.
Commander.
Admiral. Admiral. I am so sorry.
We haven't been able to get anything useful out of it.
Perhaps you'll have better luck.
She's a hard case, isn't she?
Just your type, Gaius.
You do have a thing for strong, powerful women.
Yes, I do.
I'll do my best, sir.
Sounds like you were both drunk.
No question.
But he wasn't lying. I can tell you that right now.
Well, I hope you won't jump to conclusions.
Wait for all the facts.
Context matters.
Context?
That woman shot an officer right in front of the crew.
We shot down an entire civilian transport
with over a thousand people onboard.
Says so right there.
That was completely different.
And we don't know there were people on that ship.
Which is why I hope
the Admiral reads the complete log
and understands the context.
We should ask Admiral Cain for her logs.
Just so we can put her in context.
Wouldn't that be nice.
Cally, get a wrench.
Thanks.
Chief. Chief, take a look at this.
Are these spare parts?
"For our fellow knuckledraggers on the Galactica.
"Courtesy of the Pegasus Deck Gang."
Cally, I'm starting to like that ship.
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Ferelli.
These are navigational updates,
software patches and systems upgrades.
And this is the complete Pegasus on-board digital library.
Everything from the Articles of Colonization
to Zarek's trial record.
You did have to erase your computer memory drives, correct?
Yes, we did.
Thank you.
Thank Admiral Cain.
Got any porn in there?
I've got ships on half-rations,
and others experiencing mechanical difficulties.
And so far Galactica is the only vessel having any of its needs met.
Pegasus has been resupplying Galactica from its own reserve
for military operations.
Which I completely support.
But when will some of these supplies start getting out to the Fleet?
Admiral Cain has assured me
that those supplies are on their way.
Well, at least she's taking your phone calls.
I can't even get her to answer mine.
I'll bring it to her attention.
How are you doing with all this?
She outranks me.
It's as simple as that.
You know, if President Adar stepped off that Raptor, I'd be elated.
Grateful to have someone take over. And yet...
I don't want to go to the "and yet" part.
I've been taking orders my entire career.
This is no different.
Well, then, Commander, thank you.
We would appreciate all the help you can give us.
You shall receive it.
Twenty-five opto-electronic transducers.
That's one ugly baby.
Excuse me?
Do you mind if I take a look around? I'm...
I'm Laird, Pegasus Deck Chief.
Oh, hey. Yeah. Tyrol.
Thanks for sending over these parts.
Yeah, look at whatever you like.
Specialist Cally. Hi.
DDG-62's. I'll be...
I designed these engines. I thought they phased them out over 10 years ago.
You're an aeronautical engineer?
Yeah, I was.
Then the war happened, and I got drafted to being the Deck Chief on Pegasus.
So you're really a civilian? How'd that happen?
I was on the Scylla, and we got picked up by the Pegasus.
Things happen.
Mind if I crawl around inside here? I heard you designed this yourself.
I'd love to see how you did it.
Sure, yeah. You'll get dirty.
People come to see my ship.
Don't get too close. It killed seven of my crew.
You want my guards to come in with you?
Feeling scared, Gaius?
Want the big, bad soldiers to protect you from the mean old Cylon prisoner?
No, I think we'll be just fine. Thank you.
Oh, my God.
My God, Gaius.
It's me.
Look what they've done to her.
Open the door. Now, please.
ID confirmed. Lieutenant Thorne.
She must've struggled.
She must have fought back.
That doesn't justify this. Stop it.
Hello.
Hello. Can you hear me?
She's obviously been abused.
Tortured. Yes.
But there's no obvious sign of head trauma.
Oh.
Voluntary eye movements suggest conscious thought.
Can't you stop being a scientist for one moment
and look at the abused woman lying there in front of you?
Now, listen up.
I know this must be very difficult for you.
Don't patronize me.
I'm not patronizing you. I'm trying to reason with you.
If I'm going to help her, I have to understand her first.
Will you help her, Gaius?
I will do everything I can.
After all
she is remarkably similar to someone I care about a great deal.
I think it would be best
if you left us alone for a time.
In order for my technique to work,
the technique I used so successfully
on the Cylon who called herself Sharon Valerii,
the prisoner must be allowed to bathe adequately
and eat.
If proper clothes could be provided and
other sundry comforts,
then that would be ideal.
The comfort of that thing is of no interest to me.
It killed over 800 members of my crew.
If you'll permit me, Admiral,
as I understand it, it allowed a group of centurions
to board your ship, but it itself did not commit...
Are you making excuses for it, Doctor?
Have you become too close to your subjects?
Lost perspective perhaps?
Quite the opposite.
The Cylons are a brutal and deadly opponent,
the universe would be a substantially better place
if they were exterminated entirely.
But my job is not extermination.
My job is investigation.
It doesn't sound like you're very good at it.
You haven't told me anything new.
It suffered no serious head injuries,
and therefore no physical damage
to its neural pathways or cognitive reasoning centers.
But it's quite clearly traumatized.
Which would suggest that its current condition is psychological in nature.
Had you thought of that? No.
It shows that the Cylon consciousness is just as susceptible
to the same pressures and cleavages as the human psyche
and can be manipulated in the same fashion.
Simply put, Admiral, you have already used the stick.
It's time to use a carrot.
Please give the doctor whatever he needs.
Aye, sir.
Mr. Vice President, if you'd follow me, please.
Sir.
Lovely ship. Thank you, sir.
Looks very new. Yes, sir.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Commander.
And that I can't offer you a place to sit.
I've always preferred to work standing up.
It's much easier on my back.
And I discovered meetings with my officers
go faster when they have to stand as well,
so, out went the chairs.
I'll have to remember that.
Did you get a chance to look around the ship?
A little.
It's been a while since I've been on a Mercury class.
To CIC.
Ship's nearly twice the size, needs half the crew.
Makes me feel the Galactica is a relic.
Galactica is not a relic. It's a classic.
And I, for one, happen to appreciate the classics.
I've noticed.
You have some beautiful weapons.
Commander, having reviewed your logs,
it appears that you've been through quite an ordeal.
We've had our moments.
You did yourselves proud.
Thank you, Admiral.
As I told you, we were tracking a Cylon Fleet when we found Galactica.
And now that I've had a chance to compare their route to your ship's logs,
it's quite clear that they've been following you.
Our recon so far tells us
that the fleet is composed of two Base Ships,
about a dozen or so support ships,
and one large vessel that we are still unable to identify.
It's this large ship here that I'm interested in.
What's its function? Is it a command and control ship?
A Raider factory?
Possibly. Whatever it is, the Cylons are protecting it.
This is what I'd call a tempting target.
And here I was getting ready to do a whole song and dance
about combining resources for a joint strike mission.
Any chance of hitting the Cylons where it hurts,
my pleasure.
I'll have Apollo coordinate with your CAG.
Which leads me to the next subject, Commander.
I'm going to integrate the crews.
And I'm starting by reassigning Captain Adama to the Pegasus air wing.
I have a team that works very well together.
Let's just cut through it, shall we?
After reviewing your logs, it is my judgment
that having your son as Galactica CAG has been a grave mistake.
He's been insubordinate, even mutinous.
And these are direct quotes from your logs, by the way.
And I dare say, he's not the only one with disciplinary problems.
There's a Kara Thrace who habitually strikes fellow officers and disobeys orders.
This Lieutenant Agathon has fraternized with
and evidently impregnated an enemy agent.
Let's not even discuss your XO.
So,
there is a complete list of the transfers.
I thought you said you had no desire to interfere with my command.
I'm saving your command, Bill.
You're way too close to these officers.
And it's blinding you to their weaknesses
and to the damage that they're doing to unit cohesion and to morale.
I don't agree.
Well, that is certainly your right.
You have your orders.
Transfer to Pegasus?
Why the frak should we do that?
Because those are your orders.
We can't just let her come over here That's a load of crap.
and change our entire roster She's trying to break up the team
on the eve before a major Cylon operation.
'cause their CAG has a stick up his ass... That's enough!
You're officers. Act like it.
She's given you an order. You will carry it out.
Permission to speak freely? You may not.
We've all gotten used to bending the rules, having our way,
letting things slide. Well, that's over.
You wear the uniform, you will accept the rules that go with it.
You've been transferred.
Pack your gear and report to the Pegasus CAG.
Starbuck.
Watch out for yourselves.
I think they're gunning for you both.
I think they're gunning for all of us.
Hey. Hey.
You know, that idea you had increased fuel efficiency by two percent.
I'm glad I could help out.
This is bullshit, Chief.
Why is everyone so pissed off?
Oh, we just heard
brass is bringing over some frakwit from the Pegasus to take over my deck.
That's... That's gotta burn.
Yeah.
I'm the frakwit. Sorry.
Office is back here.
This is a photo recon mission.
We're interested in one Cylon ship in particular
which is larger than anything we've encountered before.
Analysis to date suggests they will be in this star system next.
We will hide behind this moon
which has an abnormally large magnetotail
and will mask our dradis signatures.
We'll power down, hide near the surface,
wait for the fleet to pass by.
Starbuck? Yeah?
You've something to add?
Your plan sucks.
You're a heartbeat away from being in hack on your first day.
I like hack.
It's good to know.
And the Cylons aren't stupid.
That moon's a blind spot. They'll never go near it.
You really wanna get close,
you gotta use the stealth ship
we constructed aboard Galactica.
The homemade tin can?
That's enough.
Starbuck, you're off this mission.
Whiplash, Thumper, get your optical gear ready.
Apollo, you'll pilot the Raptor with me.
Your jacket says you qualified in one.
Remember how to fly it?
Yes, sir.
Good.
On your feet.
Dismissed.
They expect us to take this lying down?
Now you're flying a frakking Raptor? It's humiliating.
A surveillance package?
Go get the Blackbird. Take some pretty pictures of our Cylon ship.
Copy that.
Cheers, everybody. Cheers!
Where's the Blackbird? Lieutenant Thrace took it out.
She said Admiral Cain ordered a performance check out.
What? Hey, Chief.
You deserve a frakking medal. We haven't seen booze for months.
This place is a frakking party!
Oh, I heard you guys even got yourselves a Cylon.
Heard she's a hot one, too.
I'd like to get me some of that Cylon stuff, huh?
A little of the, "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah."
Hey, you know what, that's enough, guys. Just shut up.
Sensitive. You got a soft spot for the little robot girl, do you?
Hey. Chief said to shut up. Maybe you didn't hear him.
Hey. Sorry, sir.
Look, we're just here for a little fun, huh?
Cheers.
Come on. There we go.
Who the hell are you?
Remember, remember, when Thorne put
that "please disturb" sign up on the brig there?
I got in line twice. Oh, I hear that.
Remember she was just lying there with that blank look on her face, like...
Hey, do you mind?
Ooh, frisky.
That hurts.
What is the function of this ship?
I don't know. Here, take a closer look.
What makes it so important?
Why would two Base Stars be tasked to protect it?
I don't...
I don't know.
Do you think Thorne will give us a chance at this one, too?
No, I heard him say he's gonna have to break her in a little first.
Hey, whoa, whoa. I know, but not here.
Who the hell's this Thorne?
Lieutenant Thorne, sir. Cylon interrogator.
Rides them hard and keeps them talking.
Your little robot girl is in for quite a ride.
Hee-haw.
Think about it. We need to go.
What the frak?
Okay. No!
I'll tell you!
Move it! Get out of the way!
Move, move, move, move! Get... Get out of the way!
Move, move!
Help! Help!
Get off of her!
Get off of her, now!
Motherfrakker!
Freeze! Freeze!
Don't either of you frakking move! Don't move!
Don't either of you frakking move!
Don't move!
Get down! Get down!
On your knees.
Hands behind your head. Now!
Hands behind your head.
Do it now. Do it!
He's dead.
Pegasus, Raptor 923. We've cleared Galactica
and are en route with prisoners and the body of Lieutenant Thorne.
ETA to Pegasus, three minutes.
The assault happened here.
They should face a court martial on Galactica.
Commander, I am the senior convening authority present.
And they'll be tried on Pegasus.
They're my men. One of my men is dead.
Fine. We both have strong feelings about the case.
That only underlines the need for an impartial trial.
Oh, you mean an independent tribunal?
Because according to your logs, Commander,
you dissolved an independent tribunal when you didn't like the verdict.
And if I'm not mistaken, Chief Tyrol was on trial there as well.
That was a different time.
Yes, indeed it was.
I'll be in touch, Commander. Thank you.
Remove the restraints, please.
I'm here under Admiral Cain's authority.
Do it.
Thank you. Now, get out.
The food is yours.
It's not a trick.
I'm not gonna take it away at the last second.
You know, I...
I'm just going to talk right now.
I don't expect you to say anything.
Back on Caprica, before the attack...
And sometimes
I forget there was a world before the attack.
I knew someone, a woman,
unlike any other woman I'd ever known.
She was unique.
Beautiful. Clever.
Intensely sensual.
When she wasn't in my bed,
she was in my thoughts.
She was a Cylon.
And she changed my life in a very real, very fundamental way,
in that I have quite literally never stopped thinking about her.
Because I love her.
To this very day, I love her.
And she looks exactly like you.
My name is Gaius Baltar.
And I'm here to help you.
Check me on these jump coordinates.
Apollo.
Check me on these jump coordinates.
Sorry.
Jump coordinates verified.
You seem a little distracted, Captain.
Something I should know about?
Two of my friends just got arrested and charged with treason.
I suggest you file that under "not your problem."
We have a recon mission to perform. I need your head in the game.
Right.
Pegasus, Blue Team, jump coordinates set and verified.
Ready to FTL. We will jump in 10 minutes on my mark. Mark.
Any word on the Chief, sir?
He's gonna have to stand trial.
He's a good man, sir.
I know. I'll do every... Attention, Galactica.
...Commander Adama, contact the CIC ASAP.
Adama.
I just talked to Fisk. Court martial's over.
Over? When did it start?
I don't know, but they've been found guilty on all counts.
She's going to execute them both for murder and treason.
I want a Marine strike team in a Raptor in five minutes.
Prepare to launch alert fighters.
We have work to do. Sir.
Pegasus, Galactica. Please secure channel.
Commander Adama would like to speak to Admiral Cain.
Go ahead, sir.
You told me they'd get a fair trial.
What kind of a trial could they have possibly had?
I assure you, I heard them out.
I weighed their statements against those of the guards
and I took into consideration their service records and commendations.
It was a difficult decision, Commander, but I dare say, it was a fair one.
They have the right to have their case heard by a jury.
I am a flag officer on detached service during a time of war.
Regulations give me broad authority in this matter.
Launch the fighters.
You can quote me whatever regulation you'd like.
I'm not gonna let you execute my men.
I highly suggest you reconsider that statement, Commander.
Admiral, Galactica is launching Vipers and a Raptor.
Commander, why are you launching Vipers?
Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon
to be handed over to my Marines as soon as they arrive.
I don't take orders from you.
Call it whatever you like. I'm getting my men.
You are making such a mistake.
I'm getting my men.
Action stations. Action stations.
Admiral, this will spiral out of control fast.
Launch the alert Vipers.
Adama has taken us over the line.
He's left me with no choice. Launch the alert Vipers.
And target the main battery for Galactica.
And may the Gods have mercy on their souls.
Here's a good one.
Hut. Let's make...
Fumble!