Mission Galactica: The Cylon Attack (1979) Movie Script
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(narrator) In the 7th millennium of time,
a tribe of humanoids engaged in a terrifying conflict
against a race of machines.
The humans lost.
Now, led by their last surviving warship,
the mighty Battlestar "Galactica",
a handful of survivors move slowly across the heavens
in search of their ancestral brothers -
a tribe of humans known through ancient records
to be located somewhere on a distant, shining planet...
A planet called Earth.
(man) We're down to the last,
Commander. I've checked every ship.
They're all down to life support now,
unless we come to dead stop.
Thank you for your report, Joly.
(sighs)
Well, that's just fine, just fine.
We come all this way and simply run out of fuel.
- That's not the worst of it.
- What does that mean?
We're picking up Cylon transmissions.
Good Lord. A Cylon base star?
It's not military. What we're hearing is civilian.
Civilian?
I just don't understand it. We're a full star
system away from any Cylon...
Commander, I can't explain it, but
somewhere out there, not too far away,
is a city, a Cylon city.
That could be why our recon patrol is overdue.
- Captain Apollo, Lieutenant Starbuck?
- Yes.
Transferring control to Silver Spar
Squadron. Launch when ready.
Starbuck?
I don't have a thing. There's nothing in front of us.
On rear scan - they're behind us.
Behind us? Oh, swell. How close?
That close? Apollo.
- It doesn't look good. I'm going right.
- I'll take left. Good luck, old buddy.
I'll pick him up on the right.
He's dead on the left. I'll be back in half a flash.
Cease-fire!
Cease-fire! That's an order!
Are you crazy? Cain will have us
for dinner if we let them get away.
- They're humans.
- (pilot) What?
I said they're humans.
That's impossible. We're the only ones
left alive in the star system.
I'm switching to uni com.
Attention, attention. This is Silver Spar group leader
commanding Viper pilots dead ahead to
slow to surrender. We are locked on kill.
- Apollo?
- It has to be a trick.
This is Captain Apollo, strike commander
of the Galactica. Who are you?
BOW?
I heard him. It's a trick. They're all dead.
Boj... Did he say Bojay?
- Bojay, is that you?
- Starbuck?
Apollo. It is! It's Bojay!
You remember. He was in our squadron until...
That's right. Until he was transferred to...
to the Fifth Fleet.
That perished in the Battle of Molecay.
Two yahrens ago. Apollo, either they're not dead or...
We are.
Bojay... If that's really you, tell us
what happened. How did you survive?
You will maintain silence
until we board the Battlestar Pegasus.
The Pegasus? But that's just not possible.
Apollo, do you know whose ship that was?
Cain, the greatest military commander ever. He was my idol.
Your idol will order you blasted out of the
sky if you don't shut off your transmitters.
In case you clowns don't know it,
we are in a quadrant controlled by Cylons.
Oh, my Lord.
It isn't a dream, and we're
certainly not dead. It is the Pegasus.
They won't shut up.
They act as if they've seen an apparition.
I'm still not sure I haven't.
It's so unbelievable seeing all you guys again.
How do you think we feel? We sailed
over two yahrens ago to save Molecay.
Since then, we haven't seen a human soul.
- The rest of the fleet?
- Destroyed.
If Cain hadn't pulled the most brilliant
decoy I have ever seen, we'd be gone too.
You must have headed away
from the colonies to be this far out.
That was another one of Cain's touches.
Now, he knew that they'd be lined up from
Molecay to the colonies waiting for us.
He turned us out to deep space and we kept going.
- We've been fighting ever since.
- Fighting? You mean running?
You forget who our skipper is.
He doesn't know the meaning of "run".
- We're on strikes around the clock.
- Uh, with what?
- Where do you get fuel and ammunition?
- From the Cylons.
Now, if you officers will excuse our guests,
Commander Cain would like
to see them in his quarters. This way.
Get them something to drink, Tolan, they look pale.
- (Apollo) It's a very great honour.
- A very great honour.
Yes, I should imagine it is.
That's just a little attempt at humour.
Well, I quite resigned myself
that I would never see another human,
other than my own people on the Pegasus, yet there you are.
The Galactica, sir. Under the flag
of Commander Adama, my father.
- Adama?
- Yes, sir.
Yes, yes. Yes, I see it.
Well, how is he? How is that old modocker?
Well, considering the load he's carried
since the destruction of our nation.
Yes, yes, I should imagine.
And the rest of the fleet?
Only the Galactica survived,
along with some 220-odd ships
carrying what's left of our people.
My God. And I thought we had it bad.
Only 220 ships left from all the colonies.
Yes, sir.
There's a certain young lady that I'm most anxious to find.
It's quite unlikely, I suppose, that
out of all those people from the colonies
she'd be one of the few survivors, but, uh...
Well, she always did seem
to know how to take care of herself.
Uh, what was her name?
Her name is Cassiopeia.
I'll never forget you, you old war daggit.
Hurry back.
Well, I can see she has the same
effect on you that she's always had on me.
Uh, speaking of lovely ladies, you've met my daughter.
Happy birthday, Father. I love you.
If I'd met that young lady, I'd know it.
You've met her.
She was the pilot that almost
blew you right out of your breeches.
Like father, like daughter.
Well, my friends, our troubles are over.
How do you mean, sir?
Tomorrow, we go on the offensive.
We'll show those gallmonging Cylons how to fight now.
Yes, by the Lords of Kobol,
the Cylon Empire is about to fall!
We're picking up something here, very odd.
- What is it?
- I don't know. Some sort of a visual echo.
I mean, the Galactica's image
must be bouncing off some ion field.
Feed it up to the bridge.
Omega, have this scan turret checked immediately.
Yes, Colonel.
Have Control switch to high band.
There's something wrong with this.
If that's an echo, it's the
cleanest transmission I've ever seen.
Nevertheless...
Commander, there's a signal
coming over fleet comm line alpha.
That's impossible.
The fleet comm line is a scrambled
communicator between warships.
Since we're the only surviving Battlestar,
there's no possibility of any signal like that existing.
Greetings, Adama, you old war daggit.
Might have known I'd find you and
your fleet sitting dead on your astrums.
Cain! Of all that's holy!
There's nothing holy about me, Adama.
Except maybe what I'm doing to those gallmonging Cylons.
It's a miracle, Cain. A blessed miracle.
I make my own miracles. But have it your way.
- Yes, yes. Yes, of course.
- I'll be aboard in a few centons.
- I'll have vintage ambrosia for you.
- I should think so.
Commander... it's impossible.
Cain perished along with the Fifth Fleet two yahrens ago.
Yes, Colonel, but... that's the fabric of miracles -
the impossible.
Commander Cain requesting
permission to board the "Galactica".
(cheering)
The Lords of Kobol bless you.
You have no idea how I feel at this moment.
Me too, Adama, me too.
I have a present for you...
Where are those space loiterers
we picked up? Front and center.
(all gasp)
My son.
I thought I'd seen the last of you.
You would have, if my daughter hadn't cut them off.
- They were heading into Gamoray.
- The Delphian Empire.
It was, before the Cylons
turned it into their outer capital.
It's now a model of machine efficiency.
That was a society of 50 million living beings.
Not any more.
When it was clear that the Fifth Fleet was destroyed,
I took every survivor I could aboard the Pegasus
and headed straight for Gamoray,
their most remote supply base.
We've been living off them ever since.
That's incredible. If they control Gamoray,
they wield power across half the universe.
The only thing I've been able to do
is to keep knocking that base down
so they can't get a full strike at me.
I never understood why they didn't send
out a force of base ships to finish us off.
- It's quite clear now why they didn't.
- Yes, the Galactica.
They were having trouble with some kind
of rebel fleet but I couldn't break the code.
I had no idea there were any other survivors.
Oh, nor did we. You've given
a tremendous lift to all our people.
And a deathblow to the Cylons.
We're gonna take them now, Adama. This is the turning point.
Oh, my old friend. The most we can
hope to get from the Cylons is some fuel.
- A military victory is out of the question.
- What are you talking about?
I've had them on their knees
in this quadrant with one Battlestar.
With two... Ha! I'll finish them!
- At least on Gamoray.
- And then what?
Oh. Then we'll have all the fuel we need,
and a base from which to attack.
We can't secure that planet.
And those base ships which hadn't been
bothering you were after me, en masse.
Our only hope is to just keep moving.
- You mean run?
- I mean escape.
But why? We can outfly them, we can outfight them, we...
In case you haven't noticed,
I'm protecting 220 civilian ships
which crawl along in space
at a pace which is perfect for target practice.
- There must be some way.
- I wish there were.
But your... your knowledge of the
Cylon supply lines will be invaluable.
If we could intercept several Cylon tankers...
Why bother with tankers?
Go straight for that fuel base at Gamoray.
I'm dead in space. I can't leave the ships
unprotected while we take some planet.
Hades' hole, Adama! Just give me
a couple of your best squadrons
and I'll take that fuel base myself.
You'll have enough fuel to take you any place in the stars.
I'll be satisfied with enough fuel
just to get us out of this quadrant.
Prepare battle plans for capturing
those Cylon tankers and I'll approve them.
Meanwhile, I want you to enjoy a few centons of hospitality
aboard the Galactica. You deserve it.
Well, if that's the way you want it.
(beep)
Enter.
Cassi!
I'd almost given up hope.
Oh, I've missed you so.
But I had to stop thinking about you too much.
I wouldn't expect you to, especially
with all those young warriors around.
They're all in love with you, I'm sure.
No.
What about Sheba?
She's one of the best warriors in the fleet.
She'll be unhappy that I've returned from the dead.
Children don't understand the needs that a
man can have at different times in his life.
You came into my life right after her mother died.
It may have been difficult for Sheba, but...
Well, if it weren't for you, I...
Did you ever think that maybe
Sheba wanted to fill that role?
Well, she's my daughter.
I could be your daughter as well.
You could be,
but you aren't.
Our basic strategy has... just been to keep
knocking down their base on Gamoray.
Every time they send one of their
leaders in to rededicate that base,
we go right in and turn it into scrap metal.
Hey, what about you guys?
I mean, you've got to be raising all kinds
of felgercarb with those tin heads.
We do our best.
In fact, we've just shot down a Cylon patrol ship.
- Mind if I join you?
- No, by all means.
Apollo, Strike Captain Apollo.
I believe you've spent a lot of time
on my tail? You are Sheba?
Yes. To both questions.
You can't be serious? You mean, you shot
down one Cylon patrol ship in a sec ton?
Very serious. When you're responsible
for the lives of hundreds of civilians
crammed aboard slow-moving barges, you keep a low profile.
- It sounds like we'll be incompatible.
- We all have to learn to adjust.
Even the legendary Cain
may have to alter his combat techniques.
And who's going to tell him that?
Being a student of your father's tactics,
I think he'll come to it on his own. If not...
(man) Ten hut!
Sit, sit. Relax, everybody, relax.
We're off prime. Ah, this is good.
Good, what you're doing, getting acquainted.
Since we're all going to be fighting together, side by side,
I'm buying the first round.
Ambrosia for everybody, for all my warriors!
Come, my sweet Cassiopeia.
If you'll excuse me, I think I've had enough combat for now.
- Nothing changes.
- Everything changes.
Not people.
Sheba.
- Can we talk?
- Not now. I am really not up to it.
We're going to have to work together, if we want to survive.
Working with you won't be the problem.
This is the route where the Cylons run their fuel ships.
Their convoy has already left Gamoray,
but if we use turbos all the way,
we can still catch them before they leave this quadrant.
Turbos all the way... We barely have
enough fuel to get there and back.
- We wouldn't need any more than that.
- Surely they'd provide fighter escort?
In a prolonged battle, you'd run out of reserves.
I don't fight prolonged battles with
Cylons. They're not that good, and we are.
(Adama) We'll send a single squadron each.
No offence, but I'd prefer to use
just my own wings on this manoeuvre.
Commander, I think for the purpose of morale,
it might be best if we started to integrate our squadrons,
give them a strong sense of teamwork.
Whatever you think. My warriors
will be glad to pass on their experience.
Let's get to it.
Is there anything he doesn't do better than everyone else?
Oh, that's just his way of talking, Apollo.
He's... he's one of the best.
I hope you know that this... adulation,
this absolute awe everybody feels for him,
in no way detracts from how we feel about you.
Oh, Apollo, we're not in a contest of popularity.
We're in a life and death struggle for survival.
We need heroes, men and women our
people look up to, gather strength from.
- We need people like him.
- They feel that way about you.
And I hope I never disappoint them. You've got to get going.
I don't want the Blue Squadron reaching
the tankers after Cain has flown the flag.
There's a matter of pride involved here.
- Yes, sir.
- Son...
Good luck.
What are you doing? They said you were going on the mission.
- It's just a routine strike.
- Then why go? We can't risk you.
We can't afford not to.
I'll explain later.
Transferring control to Silver Spar
Squadron. Launch when ready.
Strike wing, standing by to launch.
Blue Squadron launched and ready to
rendezvous with Silver Spar Squadron.
- Four centons to target.
- Captain, doesn't that sound like Cain?
Commander Cain. Don't speak unless spoken to. Boomer?
Uh, yes...
I know everyone's name in my command. Three centons.
I'm not picking up anything on
my scanner. If we're three centons...
- You won't find them on your scanner.
- Then how...?
I can feel them, Captain. I can feel them.
You're picking up an ionised cloud. That's
where our target convoy will be hiding.
- Split up.
- I thought we were a single strike force.
There are a dozen escort fighters ready to jump us.
We'll do this my way. Blue Squadron,
head straight in. Silver Spar, follow me.
He's flying evasive tactics. I...
I get the feeling he knows what he's doing.
We'll know in a micron.
Stand by to penetrate cloud layer.
There she is. A Cylon tanker.
Make that two Cylon tankers. But I don't see any sign of...
Here we go, Blue Squadron. Go to work.
The Lord's sake, don't hit any of those tankers.
There's an awful lot of them.
Look out, Joly, you got one on your tail.
Roll, Joly. He's on you.
I can't seem to lose him.
Let's go get 'em.
- Thank you, whoever that was!
- My pleasure.
Captain, on your left wing.
I've got him, Apollo.
There's two of them running.
Blue Squadron, pursue.
Well, that's all of 'em.
Let's go back and escort those tankers in.
(Apollo) Commander?
Yes. What is it, Captain?
Were you aiming at a fighter? I didn't see him.
You didn't, Captain?
He was as clear as the Nubian sun to me.
- Where are the two tankers?
- (Cain) Looks like we've come up empty.
Let's regroup with Blue Squadron and head for home.
Oh, I'm sorry, Adama.
With all those ships in the air fighting for
their lives in and around those tankers...
I guess maybe we should have sent just my squadron, sir.
I mean, we do have a little more
experience in hit-and-run tactics.
Yes, I suppose it was a mistake mixing
forces that had never fought together.
Commander, Blue Squadron was nowhere
in the vicinity when the tankers blew up.
Nothing personal, Apollo. You and your squadron
handled yourselves as well as any warriors I've seen.
It was an honour to have you along and
I wouldn't attack that base without you.
- We're going against the whole base?
- I don't think we have any choice now.
Do we?
Events seem to have left us very few alternatives.
I'll give you my decision in the morning.
We can't wait for a decision in the morning.
We have to work on my battle plan right now.
- In the morning.
- Adama, with all due...
Dismissed.
I'll be in the officers' club when you make up your mind.
Sheba.
Father, he...
Nothing.
Sheba.
- I'd like to talk to you.
- I was just about to join my father...
Oh, that's all right.
Cassiopeia and I will save you a place.
Look, I really don't feel that well. I think I...
What happened out there to those tankers?
They were hit my incidental fire.
You're telling me someone as good
as you are, as good as Silver Spar is,
blew this mission out of the stars by accident?
- Yes, that's what I'm saying.
- Then we have found a weakness or two.
A toast.
A toast...
to our victory over the Cylons.
(all cheer)
The data from the scanners aboard the Pegasus
make it clear that an attack would result
in the forfeiture of countless lives.
Those are losses unacceptable to me,
even if we were successful in boarding fuel from the depot.
Adama, we have no choice.
Your fleet is standing dead in the sky.
It's only a matter of time before their base ships attack.
There is a choice.
According to my data, the Pegasus
is carrying a maximum fuel load.
- I shall divide that load amongst the fleet.
- What?
Only a sufficient amount to get our people
out of this quadrant without loss of life.
With any luck, our scanners will be
able to locate a secondary fuel source
before we run out of it again.
Commander, with all due respect, we
cannot risk the lives of our people on luck.
All the fuel we need is right there at that base, Gamoray.
And we have two full battle stars to hit them with.
And what would happen if we left
our fleet of civilian ships unguarded
- while we conquered a planet?
- We can do it before they know it.
Commander, we've been dogged by Cylon
base ships since we left our star system.
They strike without warning.
They could be massing at this moment.
Anything is possible.
But I deal with the probable and I believe,
because of our combined strength now,
that we can achieve our first clean victory
since we lost the war.
I'm not interested in victories.
I'm interested in saving lives,
what few of them are left.
I'm sorry.
Colonel, carry out the task of distributing
the Pegasus' fuel throughout the fleet.
Commander...
I will not allow that.
- You have no choice.
- Oh, I think I do.
I think two yahrens of surviving the Cylons in this quadrant
without any help from you or the colonies
has earned my people, my crew,
the right to decide their own destiny.
In the same way you decided the destiny
of two Cylon tankers?
I did what I thought I had to do
to ensure the survival of our people.
How long do you suppose that fuel supply
from those two tankers would last?
We need enough fuel to sustain this fleet indefinitely.
We must take that base. We must take Gamoray!
That is one opinion, Commander.
It does not happen to be mine.
So I'm going to relieve you of any further responsibility
of making decisions contrary to orders.
You are relieved of your command.
Colonel Tigh, you will assume the bridge of the Pegasus.
Father?
I want you to know that the men and I will
follow you in whatever you decide to do.
Thank you, but you heard the man.
I don't decide anything any more.
- Sir, what we meant was...
- I know what you meant.
But what I did this morning was a tactical misjudgment.
What you're thinking of is mutiny.
I may be the most stubborn, egocentric
warrior in the history of the colonies,
but I'm also the best damn warrior,
and I don't intend to be remembered
as the one who left a lot of defenceless
civilians at the mercy of those...
tin-headed, gallmonging Cylons.
(Cylon) Rearm and refuel immediately.
I understand the scouts came back with exciting news.
I hope they have found the humans.
By your command.
Speak.
Our scouts have located
the trailing vessels of the colonial fleet.
They turned back before discovery, I presume?
By your order.
Very well done.
This is the final moment.
At long last I have overtaken Adama
with sufficient strength to blow him out of the sky.
- It should be quite a good battle.
- It will be no battle at all.
A single Battlestar is no match for three base ships.
Oh, no.
What we have here, my dear Lucifer,
is what is known as a rout,
a humiliation,
a massacre.
Then you do not wish support fighters
from Gamoray, our outer capital?
The only thing I want from Gamoray
is a welcoming parade,
a victory celebration,
a tribute from the people of Gamoray
for the greatest military leader Cylon has ever known.
I have decided that the city of Gamoray
will be my seat of power.
From it, I will decide how and where
I will extend my dominion...
throughout the star system.
Begging your pardon, Baltar, but don't you think
we should first go through
the formality of conquering the humans
before ordering our victory celebration?
That had the note of sarcasm, Lucifer. Watch yourself.
You're not the only IL-series Cylon
who dreams of standing beside
the greatest conqueror in all the universe.
- Forgive my impudence.
- Hm.
About that launch order...
Yes, yes. Let's get on with it.
Wait.
Wait. I have an even better idea.
I will accompany the strike force.
- You, go into b...?
- Yes, yes.
Think of the impression on Gamoray
when they learn that I personally
led the final assault on the humans.
Prepare a ship with two of your best pilots.
By your command.
Captain Apollo from "Galactica" shuttle
requests permission to board "Pegasus".
Fuelling shuttles are starting to come aboard.
Proceed with distribution of the fuel
to all ships in the fleet.
Yes?
Colonel, there is bad feeling festering aboard this ship.
I wonder if we shouldn't delay this order
until things settle down.
Adama wants the fleet
to get underway within a centare's notice.
We can't do that without fuel. Now carry out the order.
- Can we be of some help, Apollo?
- Not unless you assist in the fuel transfer.
- What transfer is that?
- We have a job to do. Stand aside.
- What are you doing?
- Fighting for our commander, our lives.
Your commander accepted the order. Show the same good sense.
Look, Captain, maybe you don't understand the situation.
Adama humiliated the greatest man that ever lived,
a man that can think circles around your father.
She's right, Apollo. He saved
every one of us from certain death.
Now it's our turn to help him.
Look, no one wants to see Cain hurt or disgraced.
- Isn't it a bit late to say that?
- Commander Adama had no choice.
There can only be one leader.
That's right. And we've got the wrong one.
I'm only going to say this one more time.
Adama is the fleet commander,
and he's determined we don't send
our defences off to some Cylon capital
while our fleet sits there helpless!
Now, I support that thinking, so you stand aside!
(alarm)
We're under attack. Let's get back to the ship.
- Large Cylon task force coming in.
- (woman) 50 microns and closing.
Get me the Galactica.
Sir, 45 microns and closing.
That's the largest force I've seen
since the destruction of Caprica.
What is it? What have they got?
We're not certain. But from the size
of that phalanx of attack bombers,
they have three base ships moving in on us.
Well, you were right, I was wrong.
The fleet would be defenceless if we'd attacked.
Well, right now I need you and your tactical wizardry.
They didn't use more than three base
ships when they wiped us out at Caprica.
Yes, but surprise was on their side at Caprica.
This time, it might be on our side.
- Pull out the Pegasus.
- Exactly.
It's on the far side of our fleet,
and I doubt if it's on their scanners yet.
I'll bring it around and squeeze them in between us.
Don't take too long.
If you don't mind my burning up
half my fuel, I'll bring it up to light speed.
- Do I have a choice?
- No.
- Be there when we need you.
- I'll be there.
Commander, 25 microns and closing.
(Cylon) Arm weapons. Stand by to attack.
This is going to be a classic defeat,
spoken of throughout the star system for a thousand yahrens.
Launch fighters.
Incoming communication from Commander Cain, sir.
Put it on the line.
I'm resuming command of the Pegasus.
So I've been informed by Adama.
Good. Now get that ship out of there.
Swing her around on a 180. Head out
on course 110. I'll rendezvous with you.
- What about the attack force coming in?
- Let me worry about that.
Bring all fighters to launch ready.
I'll be aboard in ten microns.
Yeah!
(cheering)
It's... it's nothing personal, sir. It's just that...
I quite understand.
Who can fight a living legend?
Goodbye, Galactica.
Goodbye, Adama.
You're finished.
Positive shield, now.
All batteries commence fire.
This time, the Galactica hasn't a chance.
Concentrate our fighters on its landing bays.
Her warriors won't be able to refuel, reload or land.
- Fire in the bay.
- Damage report.
It's out of control. Alpha bay is completely cut off.
Continue leading her warriors away from the main fleet.
They can't stay aloft using
full battle thrusters for very long.
(Cylon) Award of caution.
We too are expending large amounts
of fuel in a sustained attack.
Yes, but we have a place to land.
They do not. Or will not, before long.
You men, move to the communication center.
We're now running in parallel
to the attacking Cylons on their rear flank.
But the Galactica's reporting
heavy damage to her landing bays.
Bring her around 60 degrees.
We're going in.
Burn, Galactica!
You're finished, Adama!
(Cylon) Sir, if I may...
I don't want to miss a moment
of the last battle star's destruction.
I think you should take a look at the other Battlestar.
What are you babbling about? Other...
- It's impossible!
- No, it is a Battlestar.
Turn, you fool, turn!
He's coming right for us.
Sound the retreat. Return to our base ships.
But we have not finished off the Galactica.
We're half out of fuel and those Vipers are fresh.
Now do as I say before they blast us out of the stars!
(Cylon) Retreat, squadron, retreat.
They're retreating. Yeehah!
Retreat.
Commander Cain on the line, Father.
Thanks for the assist, Cain.
It didn't look any too good for a while.
It doesn't look any too good now.
What have you got cooking on that bridge?
Everything's under control now, but I'd
like to land my fighters on the Pegasus.
It'll take time to repair our landing bays.
My pleasure. I suggest we call
a council of war as quickly as possible.
Those gallmonging Cylons are in a state
of shock right now. That won't last long.
Ag reed.
We'll meet in 20 centons in my quarters.
I'll be there.
The Cylons have three base ships,
plus four squadrons from Gamoray.
We can't let them launch
that united assault. We'd never survive.
So, now is the time to knock out that base on Gamoray.
Go on the offensive when we're outgunned?
Yes. It would take them by surprise.
He's right. I don't see them expecting us
to go against their capital
with three base ships stalking us.
Losing lives in exchange for that base
goes against everything I believe in.
But we wouldn't lose any lives. Two
battle stars would overwhelm Gamoray.
Their anti-assault batteries are practically foolproof.
Yes. But as you know, Cylons have no independent initiative.
Their control circuits are centralised.
So, if we send in a small team to
neutralise their anti-assault batteries,
our squadrons can sweep over the city
and shut down the whole place.
And we go in and keep on fighting until Gamoray is ours.
I must say this again, we can't even
think of trying to capture that base.
All we can hope to gain from Gamoray
is the fuel we need to elude those ships.
As soon as they discover what we've
done, they'll send those base ships at us.
Our fuel landing teams will be vulnerable on the ground.
No question about it.
Once we secure the fuel base,
I propose that we withdraw one Battlestar
to delay those incoming base ships.
A single Battlestar... to fight off three Cylon base ships?
Not fight off, delay.
I'll give the impression we're leaving Gamoray,
that we're moving off. I'll lead them away.
You seem to have decided it's to be the Pegasus
that withdraws and tackles those base ships.
The Galactica is still under repair.
- I don't have a choice, do I?
- No.
- Is this where we check in?
- For what?
We've been assigned to the Galactica ground force.
- By whose orders?
- My father's.
We are the only people in this room
who are familiar with the target.
You've been there, on the ground?
No, but we've been over it many times.
Since we'll be making free-flight jumps,
it might be nice for you to know where you're going.
No reflection on your ability, but I'm a little
puzzled at your father risking you on a...
- One-way mission?
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
No offence, lady, but this kid
doesn't go on one-way missions.
And I don't take kindly to people who
start out planning on not coming back.
I'm sorry. I was just being a realist.
Realist?
If we were realists, we'd all be dead back on Caprica.
Where's the med tech? I'd like to start.
We're not taking one.
What?
We're not gonna have any time to stop for the wounded.
We have millicentons to get in and out of there as it is.
- Starbuck.
- Cassiopeia.
I have to talk to you.
You picked a great time. We're getting ready to launch.
That's what I want to talk about.
I know about the jump. Where are they sending Cain?
I'm getting ready to jump, and you want to talk about Cain?
- He isn't planning on coming back.
- Starbuck, let's move.
Yeah. Cassiopeia, I don't know what you heard about Cain,
but he's a survivor, he'll be back.
If that's what's worrying you.
Starbuck. If Cain was expecting to survive,
he would have taken me on the Pegasus.
- What are you talking about?
- We're all in the same fix.
The odds are against us, but we'll get through.
No, she's right. If he left her off the ship,
he's planning something crazy.
- I have to go back to the Pegasus.
- You're with us.
Father's orders, remember?
He doesn't know anything about this. It's my idea.
- I'll take her place.
- You can't point out the base. She can.
- Where's your med tech? I don't see one.
- We don't have one.
Well, you do now.
Shuttles standing by to launch to Gamoray.
Launch.
(Apollo) Let's recap the mission.
First, create a state of confusion.
Then destroy the control center
to neutralise the anti-assault batteries.
Last, secure the fuel depot.
What is the latest intelligence?
It is the consensus of the commanders
of the two supporting base ships
that we should ask for help from the planet Gamoray at once.
Somehow, I find the idea of some base commander on Gamoray
taking credit for destroying the Galactica
slightly annoying.
We did not do quite so well in battle this day.
We were taken by surprise,
thanks to your so-called "intelligence" reports.
How many squadrons are on Gamoray?
Four complete squadrons.
The equivalent of a base ship.
In other words...
we'd have the fire power of four base ships at our disposal?
- That is correct.
- Prepare for a new attack.
The Pegasus is underway, behind us.
They should be nearing their drop zone.
A drop right into the heart of a Cylon capital.
How did we ever become so desperate?
(man) Head for Gamoray's fuel depot. Maximum speed.
That's it. Let's go.
Sheba, Bojay,
we'll home in on you since you have
the best chance of spotting the base.
If anybody ever told me I'd jump out of
a ship into the middle of a Cylon empire...
Remember the three steps. Create confusion,
destroy the control center
to neutralise the anti-assault batteries,
secure the fuel depot.
Imperious leader, we are approaching the Gamoray air dome.
Excellent, excellent.
It is indeed an auspicious occasion.
How often does the imperious leader
himself journey all the way from Cylon?
Attention, attention.
His Eminence, the imperious leader, will be with us shortly.
His ship has landed at the air dome.
Presenting His Eminence, our imperious leader.
- Where's Bojay?
- We thought he was with you.
(electronic beeping)
(cylon) Halt.
The control center should be near here.
- But it'll stop the bleeding.
- Can't you give him anything for the pain?
If we do, he won't be able to walk.
- (groans)
- OK. Come on.
Come on, Bojay. It's your only chance.
Come on. That's it.
My fellow Cylons, it is indeed a great honour
to dedicate this southern center of Cylon culture
to the advance of, and perfection of, the Cylon race.
With this secure outpost deep
in the heart of the Carillon star system,
our supremacy is all but assured.
What, pray tell, was that?
Find out.
Put me down. I can't go any more. Argh! Jeez!
He's gotta stop this running. The pressure
on the sealed artery is enormous.
Here. I hope you won't have to use this.
Just worry about the Galactica... and the Pegasus.
Picking up sonic disturbances from the surface of Gamoray.
- We're closing to launch range.
- And well within their anti-assault range.
- Do we launch?
- Not until they've destroyed the batteries.
There's the control center. Shall we take it from here?
No.
Negative shield, now.
Long-range scanners are picking up
an intrusion in our... quadrant.
Scan for identification. Alert ground-to-air
stations and intercept aircraft.
- Find the control center?
- Yes.
- Where?
- There!
We are now within their scanner range.
They'll come up after us, with or without missile support.
Launch. Notify the Pegasus.
- The Galactica is launching.
- At last. Good, good.
It's almost too easy.
Are our ships ready to launch the final assault
against the Galactica and Pegasus?
- There is a problem.
- I don't want to hear about problems.
We have them where we want them. Now launch.
- But they aren't where we want them.
- What do you mean by that?
- They are at this moment over Gamoray.
- What?!
Blowing the pogees out of it,
if reports coming in are accurate.
The fact that Gamoray is being attacked is perfect.
It means the colonial fleet is completely unprotected.
Launch a killer force at once.
Did you hear me? I said destroy the fleet.
There's a special envoy on Gamoray.
It is headed by our imperious leader,
there to dedicate the new base.
The imperious leader is on Gamoray?
I wonder what he'll think when he
finds that the base on which he stands
is being destroyed by two ships you had
within your grasp only this morning.
- This is unbelievable.
- We must rush to our leader's defence.
Yes. Send everything we have
to destroy those two battle stars.
And let not a single ship return until that's accomplished.
- How's Bojay?
- We've got to get him to the life station.
The shuttle has already landed.
Boomer's at the landing area. Let's go.
Load all the fuel cylinders into the shuttle. Hurry.
Commander.
- Apollo says the fuel depot is secured.
- Oh, good.
We can send in tankers and recall fighters.
Have the fighters rearmed immediately.
Those base ships will throw everything they have at us.
Wait a centon. That's not the Galactica, that's the Pegasus.
- Orders.
- From whom?
From me.
It's a medical emergency,
and the Pegasus is the nearest ship.
- (Sheba) Clear to land. Shall I go in?
- Go in.
(woman) Report to life center.
Repeat, report to life center.
Sir, scanners pick up an unbelievable
number of enemy craft on their way.
- Prepare coordinates to intercept.
- Lead them off? Hit and run?
I mean intercept. I mean go through them.
- Through them?
- Yes.
Straight through the task force to Baltar's base ship.
Yes, sir.
When Baltar figures out that you're after
his hide, he'll recall all of his forces.
Good plan, sir, if it works.
My plans always work. Why are you aboard the Pegasus?
Yours was the closest Battlestar
I could return to with the wounded, sir.
- How bad was it?
- Bojay took a hit,
but your daughter and Cassiopeia are both fine.
My daughter and Cassiopeia?
They went with you on that mission?
Like father, like daughter, sir.
Anyway, congratulations. Your mission was a big success.
They couldn't get one ship off the ground
and we didn't lose anybody.
How is Bojay?
Well, that depends upon this plan of yours, sir.
I thought the idea was to divert
Baltar's forces, not attack them.
Strategy, Captain, strategy.
We've gotta move if we're to intercept Baltar's ships.
If you're leaving, this is your last chance.
With Galactica's deck incapacitated,
most of my squadron is on the Pegasus.
I just hope you realise how many
brave young warriors might not survive.
I'll put it to them on a voluntary basis.
My men are no different from yours.
They think of you as some kind of legend.
Well, I do know how to win a battle.
Tell me it isn't true. Three base ships head-on?
- It's true.
- Is he crazy?
A little. That's what gives him his advantage.
Who'd think of anything like this but Cain?
A report from our task force.
A single Battlestar has been sent out to intercept them.
Destroy it, then continue on. It should take no time at all.
By your command.
Cassiopeia.
Sheba.
Sheba?
Sheba, wait.
Sheba, wait.
I can't. We're launching.
I want you to take Bojay and shuttle him to the fleet.
(alarm)
Look, there's one more thing.
About that lady... the one
that seems to mean so much to you.
I watched her save a life today,
and she risked her own to do it.
So what do I know about people?
Oh, I love you, baby.
And I want to see you again.
(woman) Secure all wounded, secure all wounded.
- Cylon force closing. 20 microns.
- Launch defence force.
Fighters launched and taking up
a spearhead in front of the Pegasus.
They are heading directly for us.
Commence firing.
Our fighters blew a corridor through their forces.
Attention, all pilots. Disengage with the
Cylons and return to your home Battlestar.
(Tolan) Attention, attention.
Return to your home Battlestar.
Apollo, let's follow Cain. OK?
I get your meaning. But what you're
talking about is violating orders.
- Whose?
- Cain's.
How can we violate the orders of a man
who isn't following orders himself?
- Somehow, that makes sense to me.
- Good. Are you with me?
- Boomer?
- Yeah.
You're in command. Starbuck and I
want to check out our rear flank.
- How far to our rear?
- Don't ask too many questions.
That's what I thought. Good luck.
(Cylon) The Battlestar Pegasus is not stopping to engage us.
(Cylon #2) Impossible. That is
why she is here. Pursue and destroy.
Another report.
The lone Battlestar is destroyed and
our forces are on their way to Gamoray.
- Not exactly.
- What's happened?
The Pegasus and her warriors
did not stop to engage our fighters.
Did not engage? But that's...
Ah, of course. They're a decoy.
They intend to lead our fighters off,
make them pursue and burn off fuel,
while Gamoray remains under attack.
- A very clever plan.
- But I see right through it.
Break off the attack. Continue
our fighters on towards Gamoray.
We'll finish off the Galactica
and then return for the Pegasus,
after we've saved our imperious leader.
Telemetry coming through is confusing, sir.
According to our information, the Pegasus
is on a course towards the base ships.
He resumed a course towards them
when he couldn't lead their fighters away.
If he ever attempted to lead them away.
But that was the plan.
No. No, that was our plan.
It was never his.
Priority communication. High-scan scramble it.
Get me Commander Cain, please.
Pegasus coming in on communicator, sir.
- Yes, Adama?
- Cain, what is your present course?
You wouldn't be asking if you didn't already know.
Yes, I do know. And I want you
to reverse course immediately.
You're steering directly into the Cylon ships.
You'll kill every man and woman aboard.
It's all been arranged.
All nonessential personnel plus the
wounded are being transferred to the fleet.
They should arrive when you get back from Gamoray.
- That won't help you or your crew.
- If my plan works,
those Cylon fighters approaching you will soon turn back.
Hopefully, by the time they get here, there
won't be a ship left for them to land on.
Cain, listen to me. You can achieve the same thing
if you veer away from those base ships at the last centon.
Don't attempt to take them on.
No. Those fighters will refuel
and go after you and your fleet.
No. No, I'll get rid of those base ships somehow.
You realise I can relieve you of your command.
Adama, please.
Don't make my last battle an act of mutiny.
Send me in with your blessing.
My prayers go with you... and all who serve you.
Thank you, Adama. Thank you.
We can destroy the Pegasus.
By order of the imperious leader,
through his commander Baltar,
disengage attacking the "Pegasus".
Squadron one, proceed to Gamoray.
Squadron two, proceed to "Galactica".
(Tolan) 110 centons.
Moving down to 11 centons at full speed.
All right, Tolan, let's get there.
We've got a very important appointment
with a man named Baltar.
If the Pegasus did not head back towards the Galactica,
and she did not head off across the stars,
then where is she heading?!
Directly towards us, Your Eminence.
Towards... us?
But that's absurd!
He's allowing us to destroy the Galactica and the fleet.
Who in his right mind would do such a thing?
May I suggest the legendary Commander Cain?
Cain?
Oh, yes.
Cain. Of course. Cain!
What does he care about the fleet
or the Galactica? He wants...
Oh.
He wants...
He wants me!
Lucifer, recall our fighters at once.
I'm having difficulties communicating with the fighters.
- They're mounting a major attack.
- Launch all squadrons.
Colonel Tigh, prepare the Galactica for heavy attack.
Secure all compartments.
Follow the programmed mission. Ignore the colonial Vipers.
All squadrons engaged. But something's wrong.
We're outnumbered but blowing them out of the skies.
They don't seem to be fighting back.
Positive shield, now.
One micron to impact coordinates.
(Adama) They're going to ram!
Five microns to impact.
Commander!
Adama.
Get Doctor Salik, fast.
Adama.
Tigh... damage report.
I don't know yet, Commander.
Damage?
It's bad.
Those Cylon fighters must have been
packed with solenite. But we'll make it.
The boraton mist handled the fire.
Colonel Tigh!
Deep scan has been knocked out. Internal communications too.
We've lost deep scan.
We're setting up an emergency radio system right now.
See what can be done. I want those
scanners operational as soon as possible.
Colonel, the scanners have had it.
They're completely destroyed.
The Vipers will be our eyes.
- Inform the pilots.
- Yes, sir.
Fractures.
The man's taken a lot of fragments.
(device crackles)
Get the commander to life center at once.
How long before our fighters can return to defend us?
I'm afraid the Pegasus will reach us first.
Then drop back.
Let the other two base ships intercept the Pegasus.
I'm not sure the commanders will appreciate that.
It isn't a request, it's an order.
We are approaching one of Baltar's
minefields. Closing on blank range.
All right, Tolan, let's get there.
- (man) Work that boraton in over there.
- (man #2) It's spreading!
Don't let it get behind you!
Look out! Get back!
We're losing it here. We have to fall back.
Why don't you take a rest period?
- Go on. I'll watch him for a while.
- Thanks.
Two base stars coming up on range.
The third's fallen back behind them.
That will be Baltar's ship. Plot a course
between those two forward ships.
- It's going to get sticky.
- Arm air-to-air missiles.
Bring electronic defence shields to maximum power.
(Tolan) Two Vipers are approaching
us from behind at just sub-light speed.
Who is it? What are they up to? Identify.
(Tolan) Pegasus closing to target range.
Two base ships directly ahead.
There they are. It looks like he intends to go between them.
We can knock out their missile launchers.
- I'll take the ship on the right.
- I got the other one.
- (cylon) Vipers bearing omega 7.
- (cylon #2) Vipers?
(cylon) Confirmed. Scan for the Pegasus.
By your command.
Vipers are attempting strafing runs on base ships ahead.
- Vipers against base ships?
- They're aiming for the missile launchers.
They're clearing a path for us to get between the two ships.
It's nice in here. They can't fire at us
without hitting each other.
Trouble is, we can't stay in here.
We'd better make it count.
Scanner reports heavy damage to base ships.
Good, good. All right, all right.
Let's go right between them and finish them off.
Stand by all missiles for point-blank launch.
Even their shields won't help them.
Aft laser turrets report an attacking Battlestar.
Fire aft mega lasers.
The shield.
(alarm)
We're closing on blank range.
Ten, nine...
six, five...
two, one..
Fire missiles.
Did you see that?
I can't see anything but sparks.
I've never seen a flash like that.
Can you see the Pegasus?
No. There's too much smoke and debris.
- What do we do now?
- We go home... as fast as we can.
She's on fire.
Galactica bridge, this is Apollo.
Port landing bay destroyed. Request instructions.
Two squadrons will remain flying
at all times on a rotating basis.
Blue and Red Squadrons cleared for starboard landing bay.
Colonel, energiser number one destroyed.
Number two now operating at maximum capacity.
Boraton mist control center destroyed.
Fire out of control in alpha deck, beta and gamma sections.
Where is he?
Yes.
He's comfortable.
The Galactica...
We took some casualties. We took some damage.
But nothing that can't be repaired... including you.
Rest, Adama.
The life pod has him stabilised, but he's weak.
After this is over, I'll have to operate.
There's a fragment lodged near
the wall of his heart. It looks very bad.
Well, then, operate. Right now.
Now you listen to me, son. Unless I have no choice,
there is no way I'm going to open up his
or anyone else's chest in these conditions.
The fire has knocked out one energiser.
And if the other one goes, as well it may,
all of the equipment will go out.
I don't think you want me poking around your father's heart
with a laser scalpel at a time like that.
Now be brief, please.
Apollo.
- Can I do anything for you?
- You're doing it...
just by being here.
I'll be all right.
- I'll be fine.
- Come on.
It's all right, Apollo. I'll stay with him.
I'll be on the bridge.
If it gets to the solium cells...
(loud explosion)
Fall back! Fall back!
Put down the hose and fall back.
(man) Keep moving in.
That's the fourth power drop. It gets worse with each one.
- Prepare to operate.
- What about the power drops?
They're already killing him.
If we just let him lie in that life pod,
he doesn't have a chance in a centuron.
I'll notify Tigh. I'll be in ultrasonic scrub.
We've got to keep it away from the energiser.
Watch those supports. They've been weakened.
Adama?
I understand they're going to fix you up.
How bad is it, Tigh?
You'll come through fine, just fine.
- I know about the fire.
- It's bad, Adama.
We can't put the fire out.
There's a way...
Drastic way.
If there's nothing else, let the vacuum of space smother it.
Put explosive charges on the hull.
Blow... a hole...
Deprive the fire of its oxygen.
I'm sorry, Colonel. It's time.
Tigh.
Put your best people on the job. It may be our last chance.
Yes, sir.
(Tigh) Apollo and Starbuck are in the airlock. Ready, Sheba?
(Sheba) I am coming into position now.
- (Tigh) Can you see them yet?
- OK. I won't let them out of my sight.
(Tigh) Apollo, you and Starbuck can start now.
(Starbuck) We have 12 charges to set.
This weightlessness is really gonna slow us down.
- Let's get moving.
- (Apollo) I'm right with you.
The first one goes right over there.
According to Colonel Tigh, we're gonna have to work fast.
That's why I decided to forget our
tether lines. They'd just slow us down.
Don't get careless. Lose your grip once
and you'll be floating in space forever.
Yeah, thanks for reminding us, Sheba.
More hose! Give us some more hose!
Finite micro laser.
If that happens when you're near the heart wall...
I know.
Amplify the laser to operating mode.
- (man) Get him out of there! Hurry!
- (man #2) Watch your footing.
Colonel, the temperature in the energiser
compartment has reached critical level.
Solium storage is just as bad.
If we can just get those charges set and blow them in time.
- Apollo, we're running out of time.
- How about blowing the charges now?
Negative. Unless we blow them in the
calculated pattern, our gyros will go wild.
Five more centons, Colonel.
If I had a choice, I'd say no.
Apollo!
Somehow, "thank you" doesn't seem like enough.
Forget it. We have a lot of work to do.
Just another few centons.
Hurry, Apollo. An extra micron could make the difference.
We're setting the last one now.
This charge has a magnetic base.
I'll pull myself across with it.
There's a hand held just up on
the other side. I'll get back that way.
Don't worry about me. I'll see you inside.
The last one's set.
Apollo!
Starbuck, get inside!
Those explosives are gonna go off any centon. Get inside!
Colonel, I think our time has run out.
(Apollo) Starbuck, get inside. There's nothing you can do.
Stay down, everyone! Stay down!
It worked, Apollo. The fire is out.
Apollo? Starbuck?
Something's wrong.
Sheba.
I can't see them anywhere, Colonel.
Good Lord. The explosion must have gotten them.
I refuse to believe that.
I won't give up. I'm going to keep looking for them.
Colonel Tigh, I... I see them. I see them.
Apollo? Starbuck?
Hang on. We're sending a shuttle.
Colonel. My family?
They're all safe... including your father.
(sighs) So am I.
(Adama) Any news of Cain?
He just headed out into deep space,
the way he did the last time.
(Adama) Wherever he is,
I'm damn sure he's where he wants to be.
(narrator) In the 7th millennium of time,
a tribe of humanoids engaged in a terrifying conflict
against a race of machines.
The humans lost.
Now, led by their last surviving warship,
the mighty Battlestar "Galactica",
a handful of survivors move slowly across the heavens
in search of their ancestral brothers -
a tribe of humans known through ancient records
to be located somewhere on a distant, shining planet...
A planet called Earth.
(man) We're down to the last,
Commander. I've checked every ship.
They're all down to life support now,
unless we come to dead stop.
Thank you for your report, Joly.
(sighs)
Well, that's just fine, just fine.
We come all this way and simply run out of fuel.
- That's not the worst of it.
- What does that mean?
We're picking up Cylon transmissions.
Good Lord. A Cylon base star?
It's not military. What we're hearing is civilian.
Civilian?
I just don't understand it. We're a full star
system away from any Cylon...
Commander, I can't explain it, but
somewhere out there, not too far away,
is a city, a Cylon city.
That could be why our recon patrol is overdue.
- Captain Apollo, Lieutenant Starbuck?
- Yes.
Transferring control to Silver Spar
Squadron. Launch when ready.
Starbuck?
I don't have a thing. There's nothing in front of us.
On rear scan - they're behind us.
Behind us? Oh, swell. How close?
That close? Apollo.
- It doesn't look good. I'm going right.
- I'll take left. Good luck, old buddy.
I'll pick him up on the right.
He's dead on the left. I'll be back in half a flash.
Cease-fire!
Cease-fire! That's an order!
Are you crazy? Cain will have us
for dinner if we let them get away.
- They're humans.
- (pilot) What?
I said they're humans.
That's impossible. We're the only ones
left alive in the star system.
I'm switching to uni com.
Attention, attention. This is Silver Spar group leader
commanding Viper pilots dead ahead to
slow to surrender. We are locked on kill.
- Apollo?
- It has to be a trick.
This is Captain Apollo, strike commander
of the Galactica. Who are you?
BOW?
I heard him. It's a trick. They're all dead.
Boj... Did he say Bojay?
- Bojay, is that you?
- Starbuck?
Apollo. It is! It's Bojay!
You remember. He was in our squadron until...
That's right. Until he was transferred to...
to the Fifth Fleet.
That perished in the Battle of Molecay.
Two yahrens ago. Apollo, either they're not dead or...
We are.
Bojay... If that's really you, tell us
what happened. How did you survive?
You will maintain silence
until we board the Battlestar Pegasus.
The Pegasus? But that's just not possible.
Apollo, do you know whose ship that was?
Cain, the greatest military commander ever. He was my idol.
Your idol will order you blasted out of the
sky if you don't shut off your transmitters.
In case you clowns don't know it,
we are in a quadrant controlled by Cylons.
Oh, my Lord.
It isn't a dream, and we're
certainly not dead. It is the Pegasus.
They won't shut up.
They act as if they've seen an apparition.
I'm still not sure I haven't.
It's so unbelievable seeing all you guys again.
How do you think we feel? We sailed
over two yahrens ago to save Molecay.
Since then, we haven't seen a human soul.
- The rest of the fleet?
- Destroyed.
If Cain hadn't pulled the most brilliant
decoy I have ever seen, we'd be gone too.
You must have headed away
from the colonies to be this far out.
That was another one of Cain's touches.
Now, he knew that they'd be lined up from
Molecay to the colonies waiting for us.
He turned us out to deep space and we kept going.
- We've been fighting ever since.
- Fighting? You mean running?
You forget who our skipper is.
He doesn't know the meaning of "run".
- We're on strikes around the clock.
- Uh, with what?
- Where do you get fuel and ammunition?
- From the Cylons.
Now, if you officers will excuse our guests,
Commander Cain would like
to see them in his quarters. This way.
Get them something to drink, Tolan, they look pale.
- (Apollo) It's a very great honour.
- A very great honour.
Yes, I should imagine it is.
That's just a little attempt at humour.
Well, I quite resigned myself
that I would never see another human,
other than my own people on the Pegasus, yet there you are.
The Galactica, sir. Under the flag
of Commander Adama, my father.
- Adama?
- Yes, sir.
Yes, yes. Yes, I see it.
Well, how is he? How is that old modocker?
Well, considering the load he's carried
since the destruction of our nation.
Yes, yes, I should imagine.
And the rest of the fleet?
Only the Galactica survived,
along with some 220-odd ships
carrying what's left of our people.
My God. And I thought we had it bad.
Only 220 ships left from all the colonies.
Yes, sir.
There's a certain young lady that I'm most anxious to find.
It's quite unlikely, I suppose, that
out of all those people from the colonies
she'd be one of the few survivors, but, uh...
Well, she always did seem
to know how to take care of herself.
Uh, what was her name?
Her name is Cassiopeia.
I'll never forget you, you old war daggit.
Hurry back.
Well, I can see she has the same
effect on you that she's always had on me.
Uh, speaking of lovely ladies, you've met my daughter.
Happy birthday, Father. I love you.
If I'd met that young lady, I'd know it.
You've met her.
She was the pilot that almost
blew you right out of your breeches.
Like father, like daughter.
Well, my friends, our troubles are over.
How do you mean, sir?
Tomorrow, we go on the offensive.
We'll show those gallmonging Cylons how to fight now.
Yes, by the Lords of Kobol,
the Cylon Empire is about to fall!
We're picking up something here, very odd.
- What is it?
- I don't know. Some sort of a visual echo.
I mean, the Galactica's image
must be bouncing off some ion field.
Feed it up to the bridge.
Omega, have this scan turret checked immediately.
Yes, Colonel.
Have Control switch to high band.
There's something wrong with this.
If that's an echo, it's the
cleanest transmission I've ever seen.
Nevertheless...
Commander, there's a signal
coming over fleet comm line alpha.
That's impossible.
The fleet comm line is a scrambled
communicator between warships.
Since we're the only surviving Battlestar,
there's no possibility of any signal like that existing.
Greetings, Adama, you old war daggit.
Might have known I'd find you and
your fleet sitting dead on your astrums.
Cain! Of all that's holy!
There's nothing holy about me, Adama.
Except maybe what I'm doing to those gallmonging Cylons.
It's a miracle, Cain. A blessed miracle.
I make my own miracles. But have it your way.
- Yes, yes. Yes, of course.
- I'll be aboard in a few centons.
- I'll have vintage ambrosia for you.
- I should think so.
Commander... it's impossible.
Cain perished along with the Fifth Fleet two yahrens ago.
Yes, Colonel, but... that's the fabric of miracles -
the impossible.
Commander Cain requesting
permission to board the "Galactica".
(cheering)
The Lords of Kobol bless you.
You have no idea how I feel at this moment.
Me too, Adama, me too.
I have a present for you...
Where are those space loiterers
we picked up? Front and center.
(all gasp)
My son.
I thought I'd seen the last of you.
You would have, if my daughter hadn't cut them off.
- They were heading into Gamoray.
- The Delphian Empire.
It was, before the Cylons
turned it into their outer capital.
It's now a model of machine efficiency.
That was a society of 50 million living beings.
Not any more.
When it was clear that the Fifth Fleet was destroyed,
I took every survivor I could aboard the Pegasus
and headed straight for Gamoray,
their most remote supply base.
We've been living off them ever since.
That's incredible. If they control Gamoray,
they wield power across half the universe.
The only thing I've been able to do
is to keep knocking that base down
so they can't get a full strike at me.
I never understood why they didn't send
out a force of base ships to finish us off.
- It's quite clear now why they didn't.
- Yes, the Galactica.
They were having trouble with some kind
of rebel fleet but I couldn't break the code.
I had no idea there were any other survivors.
Oh, nor did we. You've given
a tremendous lift to all our people.
And a deathblow to the Cylons.
We're gonna take them now, Adama. This is the turning point.
Oh, my old friend. The most we can
hope to get from the Cylons is some fuel.
- A military victory is out of the question.
- What are you talking about?
I've had them on their knees
in this quadrant with one Battlestar.
With two... Ha! I'll finish them!
- At least on Gamoray.
- And then what?
Oh. Then we'll have all the fuel we need,
and a base from which to attack.
We can't secure that planet.
And those base ships which hadn't been
bothering you were after me, en masse.
Our only hope is to just keep moving.
- You mean run?
- I mean escape.
But why? We can outfly them, we can outfight them, we...
In case you haven't noticed,
I'm protecting 220 civilian ships
which crawl along in space
at a pace which is perfect for target practice.
- There must be some way.
- I wish there were.
But your... your knowledge of the
Cylon supply lines will be invaluable.
If we could intercept several Cylon tankers...
Why bother with tankers?
Go straight for that fuel base at Gamoray.
I'm dead in space. I can't leave the ships
unprotected while we take some planet.
Hades' hole, Adama! Just give me
a couple of your best squadrons
and I'll take that fuel base myself.
You'll have enough fuel to take you any place in the stars.
I'll be satisfied with enough fuel
just to get us out of this quadrant.
Prepare battle plans for capturing
those Cylon tankers and I'll approve them.
Meanwhile, I want you to enjoy a few centons of hospitality
aboard the Galactica. You deserve it.
Well, if that's the way you want it.
(beep)
Enter.
Cassi!
I'd almost given up hope.
Oh, I've missed you so.
But I had to stop thinking about you too much.
I wouldn't expect you to, especially
with all those young warriors around.
They're all in love with you, I'm sure.
No.
What about Sheba?
She's one of the best warriors in the fleet.
She'll be unhappy that I've returned from the dead.
Children don't understand the needs that a
man can have at different times in his life.
You came into my life right after her mother died.
It may have been difficult for Sheba, but...
Well, if it weren't for you, I...
Did you ever think that maybe
Sheba wanted to fill that role?
Well, she's my daughter.
I could be your daughter as well.
You could be,
but you aren't.
Our basic strategy has... just been to keep
knocking down their base on Gamoray.
Every time they send one of their
leaders in to rededicate that base,
we go right in and turn it into scrap metal.
Hey, what about you guys?
I mean, you've got to be raising all kinds
of felgercarb with those tin heads.
We do our best.
In fact, we've just shot down a Cylon patrol ship.
- Mind if I join you?
- No, by all means.
Apollo, Strike Captain Apollo.
I believe you've spent a lot of time
on my tail? You are Sheba?
Yes. To both questions.
You can't be serious? You mean, you shot
down one Cylon patrol ship in a sec ton?
Very serious. When you're responsible
for the lives of hundreds of civilians
crammed aboard slow-moving barges, you keep a low profile.
- It sounds like we'll be incompatible.
- We all have to learn to adjust.
Even the legendary Cain
may have to alter his combat techniques.
And who's going to tell him that?
Being a student of your father's tactics,
I think he'll come to it on his own. If not...
(man) Ten hut!
Sit, sit. Relax, everybody, relax.
We're off prime. Ah, this is good.
Good, what you're doing, getting acquainted.
Since we're all going to be fighting together, side by side,
I'm buying the first round.
Ambrosia for everybody, for all my warriors!
Come, my sweet Cassiopeia.
If you'll excuse me, I think I've had enough combat for now.
- Nothing changes.
- Everything changes.
Not people.
Sheba.
- Can we talk?
- Not now. I am really not up to it.
We're going to have to work together, if we want to survive.
Working with you won't be the problem.
This is the route where the Cylons run their fuel ships.
Their convoy has already left Gamoray,
but if we use turbos all the way,
we can still catch them before they leave this quadrant.
Turbos all the way... We barely have
enough fuel to get there and back.
- We wouldn't need any more than that.
- Surely they'd provide fighter escort?
In a prolonged battle, you'd run out of reserves.
I don't fight prolonged battles with
Cylons. They're not that good, and we are.
(Adama) We'll send a single squadron each.
No offence, but I'd prefer to use
just my own wings on this manoeuvre.
Commander, I think for the purpose of morale,
it might be best if we started to integrate our squadrons,
give them a strong sense of teamwork.
Whatever you think. My warriors
will be glad to pass on their experience.
Let's get to it.
Is there anything he doesn't do better than everyone else?
Oh, that's just his way of talking, Apollo.
He's... he's one of the best.
I hope you know that this... adulation,
this absolute awe everybody feels for him,
in no way detracts from how we feel about you.
Oh, Apollo, we're not in a contest of popularity.
We're in a life and death struggle for survival.
We need heroes, men and women our
people look up to, gather strength from.
- We need people like him.
- They feel that way about you.
And I hope I never disappoint them. You've got to get going.
I don't want the Blue Squadron reaching
the tankers after Cain has flown the flag.
There's a matter of pride involved here.
- Yes, sir.
- Son...
Good luck.
What are you doing? They said you were going on the mission.
- It's just a routine strike.
- Then why go? We can't risk you.
We can't afford not to.
I'll explain later.
Transferring control to Silver Spar
Squadron. Launch when ready.
Strike wing, standing by to launch.
Blue Squadron launched and ready to
rendezvous with Silver Spar Squadron.
- Four centons to target.
- Captain, doesn't that sound like Cain?
Commander Cain. Don't speak unless spoken to. Boomer?
Uh, yes...
I know everyone's name in my command. Three centons.
I'm not picking up anything on
my scanner. If we're three centons...
- You won't find them on your scanner.
- Then how...?
I can feel them, Captain. I can feel them.
You're picking up an ionised cloud. That's
where our target convoy will be hiding.
- Split up.
- I thought we were a single strike force.
There are a dozen escort fighters ready to jump us.
We'll do this my way. Blue Squadron,
head straight in. Silver Spar, follow me.
He's flying evasive tactics. I...
I get the feeling he knows what he's doing.
We'll know in a micron.
Stand by to penetrate cloud layer.
There she is. A Cylon tanker.
Make that two Cylon tankers. But I don't see any sign of...
Here we go, Blue Squadron. Go to work.
The Lord's sake, don't hit any of those tankers.
There's an awful lot of them.
Look out, Joly, you got one on your tail.
Roll, Joly. He's on you.
I can't seem to lose him.
Let's go get 'em.
- Thank you, whoever that was!
- My pleasure.
Captain, on your left wing.
I've got him, Apollo.
There's two of them running.
Blue Squadron, pursue.
Well, that's all of 'em.
Let's go back and escort those tankers in.
(Apollo) Commander?
Yes. What is it, Captain?
Were you aiming at a fighter? I didn't see him.
You didn't, Captain?
He was as clear as the Nubian sun to me.
- Where are the two tankers?
- (Cain) Looks like we've come up empty.
Let's regroup with Blue Squadron and head for home.
Oh, I'm sorry, Adama.
With all those ships in the air fighting for
their lives in and around those tankers...
I guess maybe we should have sent just my squadron, sir.
I mean, we do have a little more
experience in hit-and-run tactics.
Yes, I suppose it was a mistake mixing
forces that had never fought together.
Commander, Blue Squadron was nowhere
in the vicinity when the tankers blew up.
Nothing personal, Apollo. You and your squadron
handled yourselves as well as any warriors I've seen.
It was an honour to have you along and
I wouldn't attack that base without you.
- We're going against the whole base?
- I don't think we have any choice now.
Do we?
Events seem to have left us very few alternatives.
I'll give you my decision in the morning.
We can't wait for a decision in the morning.
We have to work on my battle plan right now.
- In the morning.
- Adama, with all due...
Dismissed.
I'll be in the officers' club when you make up your mind.
Sheba.
Father, he...
Nothing.
Sheba.
- I'd like to talk to you.
- I was just about to join my father...
Oh, that's all right.
Cassiopeia and I will save you a place.
Look, I really don't feel that well. I think I...
What happened out there to those tankers?
They were hit my incidental fire.
You're telling me someone as good
as you are, as good as Silver Spar is,
blew this mission out of the stars by accident?
- Yes, that's what I'm saying.
- Then we have found a weakness or two.
A toast.
A toast...
to our victory over the Cylons.
(all cheer)
The data from the scanners aboard the Pegasus
make it clear that an attack would result
in the forfeiture of countless lives.
Those are losses unacceptable to me,
even if we were successful in boarding fuel from the depot.
Adama, we have no choice.
Your fleet is standing dead in the sky.
It's only a matter of time before their base ships attack.
There is a choice.
According to my data, the Pegasus
is carrying a maximum fuel load.
- I shall divide that load amongst the fleet.
- What?
Only a sufficient amount to get our people
out of this quadrant without loss of life.
With any luck, our scanners will be
able to locate a secondary fuel source
before we run out of it again.
Commander, with all due respect, we
cannot risk the lives of our people on luck.
All the fuel we need is right there at that base, Gamoray.
And we have two full battle stars to hit them with.
And what would happen if we left
our fleet of civilian ships unguarded
- while we conquered a planet?
- We can do it before they know it.
Commander, we've been dogged by Cylon
base ships since we left our star system.
They strike without warning.
They could be massing at this moment.
Anything is possible.
But I deal with the probable and I believe,
because of our combined strength now,
that we can achieve our first clean victory
since we lost the war.
I'm not interested in victories.
I'm interested in saving lives,
what few of them are left.
I'm sorry.
Colonel, carry out the task of distributing
the Pegasus' fuel throughout the fleet.
Commander...
I will not allow that.
- You have no choice.
- Oh, I think I do.
I think two yahrens of surviving the Cylons in this quadrant
without any help from you or the colonies
has earned my people, my crew,
the right to decide their own destiny.
In the same way you decided the destiny
of two Cylon tankers?
I did what I thought I had to do
to ensure the survival of our people.
How long do you suppose that fuel supply
from those two tankers would last?
We need enough fuel to sustain this fleet indefinitely.
We must take that base. We must take Gamoray!
That is one opinion, Commander.
It does not happen to be mine.
So I'm going to relieve you of any further responsibility
of making decisions contrary to orders.
You are relieved of your command.
Colonel Tigh, you will assume the bridge of the Pegasus.
Father?
I want you to know that the men and I will
follow you in whatever you decide to do.
Thank you, but you heard the man.
I don't decide anything any more.
- Sir, what we meant was...
- I know what you meant.
But what I did this morning was a tactical misjudgment.
What you're thinking of is mutiny.
I may be the most stubborn, egocentric
warrior in the history of the colonies,
but I'm also the best damn warrior,
and I don't intend to be remembered
as the one who left a lot of defenceless
civilians at the mercy of those...
tin-headed, gallmonging Cylons.
(Cylon) Rearm and refuel immediately.
I understand the scouts came back with exciting news.
I hope they have found the humans.
By your command.
Speak.
Our scouts have located
the trailing vessels of the colonial fleet.
They turned back before discovery, I presume?
By your order.
Very well done.
This is the final moment.
At long last I have overtaken Adama
with sufficient strength to blow him out of the sky.
- It should be quite a good battle.
- It will be no battle at all.
A single Battlestar is no match for three base ships.
Oh, no.
What we have here, my dear Lucifer,
is what is known as a rout,
a humiliation,
a massacre.
Then you do not wish support fighters
from Gamoray, our outer capital?
The only thing I want from Gamoray
is a welcoming parade,
a victory celebration,
a tribute from the people of Gamoray
for the greatest military leader Cylon has ever known.
I have decided that the city of Gamoray
will be my seat of power.
From it, I will decide how and where
I will extend my dominion...
throughout the star system.
Begging your pardon, Baltar, but don't you think
we should first go through
the formality of conquering the humans
before ordering our victory celebration?
That had the note of sarcasm, Lucifer. Watch yourself.
You're not the only IL-series Cylon
who dreams of standing beside
the greatest conqueror in all the universe.
- Forgive my impudence.
- Hm.
About that launch order...
Yes, yes. Let's get on with it.
Wait.
Wait. I have an even better idea.
I will accompany the strike force.
- You, go into b...?
- Yes, yes.
Think of the impression on Gamoray
when they learn that I personally
led the final assault on the humans.
Prepare a ship with two of your best pilots.
By your command.
Captain Apollo from "Galactica" shuttle
requests permission to board "Pegasus".
Fuelling shuttles are starting to come aboard.
Proceed with distribution of the fuel
to all ships in the fleet.
Yes?
Colonel, there is bad feeling festering aboard this ship.
I wonder if we shouldn't delay this order
until things settle down.
Adama wants the fleet
to get underway within a centare's notice.
We can't do that without fuel. Now carry out the order.
- Can we be of some help, Apollo?
- Not unless you assist in the fuel transfer.
- What transfer is that?
- We have a job to do. Stand aside.
- What are you doing?
- Fighting for our commander, our lives.
Your commander accepted the order. Show the same good sense.
Look, Captain, maybe you don't understand the situation.
Adama humiliated the greatest man that ever lived,
a man that can think circles around your father.
She's right, Apollo. He saved
every one of us from certain death.
Now it's our turn to help him.
Look, no one wants to see Cain hurt or disgraced.
- Isn't it a bit late to say that?
- Commander Adama had no choice.
There can only be one leader.
That's right. And we've got the wrong one.
I'm only going to say this one more time.
Adama is the fleet commander,
and he's determined we don't send
our defences off to some Cylon capital
while our fleet sits there helpless!
Now, I support that thinking, so you stand aside!
(alarm)
We're under attack. Let's get back to the ship.
- Large Cylon task force coming in.
- (woman) 50 microns and closing.
Get me the Galactica.
Sir, 45 microns and closing.
That's the largest force I've seen
since the destruction of Caprica.
What is it? What have they got?
We're not certain. But from the size
of that phalanx of attack bombers,
they have three base ships moving in on us.
Well, you were right, I was wrong.
The fleet would be defenceless if we'd attacked.
Well, right now I need you and your tactical wizardry.
They didn't use more than three base
ships when they wiped us out at Caprica.
Yes, but surprise was on their side at Caprica.
This time, it might be on our side.
- Pull out the Pegasus.
- Exactly.
It's on the far side of our fleet,
and I doubt if it's on their scanners yet.
I'll bring it around and squeeze them in between us.
Don't take too long.
If you don't mind my burning up
half my fuel, I'll bring it up to light speed.
- Do I have a choice?
- No.
- Be there when we need you.
- I'll be there.
Commander, 25 microns and closing.
(Cylon) Arm weapons. Stand by to attack.
This is going to be a classic defeat,
spoken of throughout the star system for a thousand yahrens.
Launch fighters.
Incoming communication from Commander Cain, sir.
Put it on the line.
I'm resuming command of the Pegasus.
So I've been informed by Adama.
Good. Now get that ship out of there.
Swing her around on a 180. Head out
on course 110. I'll rendezvous with you.
- What about the attack force coming in?
- Let me worry about that.
Bring all fighters to launch ready.
I'll be aboard in ten microns.
Yeah!
(cheering)
It's... it's nothing personal, sir. It's just that...
I quite understand.
Who can fight a living legend?
Goodbye, Galactica.
Goodbye, Adama.
You're finished.
Positive shield, now.
All batteries commence fire.
This time, the Galactica hasn't a chance.
Concentrate our fighters on its landing bays.
Her warriors won't be able to refuel, reload or land.
- Fire in the bay.
- Damage report.
It's out of control. Alpha bay is completely cut off.
Continue leading her warriors away from the main fleet.
They can't stay aloft using
full battle thrusters for very long.
(Cylon) Award of caution.
We too are expending large amounts
of fuel in a sustained attack.
Yes, but we have a place to land.
They do not. Or will not, before long.
You men, move to the communication center.
We're now running in parallel
to the attacking Cylons on their rear flank.
But the Galactica's reporting
heavy damage to her landing bays.
Bring her around 60 degrees.
We're going in.
Burn, Galactica!
You're finished, Adama!
(Cylon) Sir, if I may...
I don't want to miss a moment
of the last battle star's destruction.
I think you should take a look at the other Battlestar.
What are you babbling about? Other...
- It's impossible!
- No, it is a Battlestar.
Turn, you fool, turn!
He's coming right for us.
Sound the retreat. Return to our base ships.
But we have not finished off the Galactica.
We're half out of fuel and those Vipers are fresh.
Now do as I say before they blast us out of the stars!
(Cylon) Retreat, squadron, retreat.
They're retreating. Yeehah!
Retreat.
Commander Cain on the line, Father.
Thanks for the assist, Cain.
It didn't look any too good for a while.
It doesn't look any too good now.
What have you got cooking on that bridge?
Everything's under control now, but I'd
like to land my fighters on the Pegasus.
It'll take time to repair our landing bays.
My pleasure. I suggest we call
a council of war as quickly as possible.
Those gallmonging Cylons are in a state
of shock right now. That won't last long.
Ag reed.
We'll meet in 20 centons in my quarters.
I'll be there.
The Cylons have three base ships,
plus four squadrons from Gamoray.
We can't let them launch
that united assault. We'd never survive.
So, now is the time to knock out that base on Gamoray.
Go on the offensive when we're outgunned?
Yes. It would take them by surprise.
He's right. I don't see them expecting us
to go against their capital
with three base ships stalking us.
Losing lives in exchange for that base
goes against everything I believe in.
But we wouldn't lose any lives. Two
battle stars would overwhelm Gamoray.
Their anti-assault batteries are practically foolproof.
Yes. But as you know, Cylons have no independent initiative.
Their control circuits are centralised.
So, if we send in a small team to
neutralise their anti-assault batteries,
our squadrons can sweep over the city
and shut down the whole place.
And we go in and keep on fighting until Gamoray is ours.
I must say this again, we can't even
think of trying to capture that base.
All we can hope to gain from Gamoray
is the fuel we need to elude those ships.
As soon as they discover what we've
done, they'll send those base ships at us.
Our fuel landing teams will be vulnerable on the ground.
No question about it.
Once we secure the fuel base,
I propose that we withdraw one Battlestar
to delay those incoming base ships.
A single Battlestar... to fight off three Cylon base ships?
Not fight off, delay.
I'll give the impression we're leaving Gamoray,
that we're moving off. I'll lead them away.
You seem to have decided it's to be the Pegasus
that withdraws and tackles those base ships.
The Galactica is still under repair.
- I don't have a choice, do I?
- No.
- Is this where we check in?
- For what?
We've been assigned to the Galactica ground force.
- By whose orders?
- My father's.
We are the only people in this room
who are familiar with the target.
You've been there, on the ground?
No, but we've been over it many times.
Since we'll be making free-flight jumps,
it might be nice for you to know where you're going.
No reflection on your ability, but I'm a little
puzzled at your father risking you on a...
- One-way mission?
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
No offence, lady, but this kid
doesn't go on one-way missions.
And I don't take kindly to people who
start out planning on not coming back.
I'm sorry. I was just being a realist.
Realist?
If we were realists, we'd all be dead back on Caprica.
Where's the med tech? I'd like to start.
We're not taking one.
What?
We're not gonna have any time to stop for the wounded.
We have millicentons to get in and out of there as it is.
- Starbuck.
- Cassiopeia.
I have to talk to you.
You picked a great time. We're getting ready to launch.
That's what I want to talk about.
I know about the jump. Where are they sending Cain?
I'm getting ready to jump, and you want to talk about Cain?
- He isn't planning on coming back.
- Starbuck, let's move.
Yeah. Cassiopeia, I don't know what you heard about Cain,
but he's a survivor, he'll be back.
If that's what's worrying you.
Starbuck. If Cain was expecting to survive,
he would have taken me on the Pegasus.
- What are you talking about?
- We're all in the same fix.
The odds are against us, but we'll get through.
No, she's right. If he left her off the ship,
he's planning something crazy.
- I have to go back to the Pegasus.
- You're with us.
Father's orders, remember?
He doesn't know anything about this. It's my idea.
- I'll take her place.
- You can't point out the base. She can.
- Where's your med tech? I don't see one.
- We don't have one.
Well, you do now.
Shuttles standing by to launch to Gamoray.
Launch.
(Apollo) Let's recap the mission.
First, create a state of confusion.
Then destroy the control center
to neutralise the anti-assault batteries.
Last, secure the fuel depot.
What is the latest intelligence?
It is the consensus of the commanders
of the two supporting base ships
that we should ask for help from the planet Gamoray at once.
Somehow, I find the idea of some base commander on Gamoray
taking credit for destroying the Galactica
slightly annoying.
We did not do quite so well in battle this day.
We were taken by surprise,
thanks to your so-called "intelligence" reports.
How many squadrons are on Gamoray?
Four complete squadrons.
The equivalent of a base ship.
In other words...
we'd have the fire power of four base ships at our disposal?
- That is correct.
- Prepare for a new attack.
The Pegasus is underway, behind us.
They should be nearing their drop zone.
A drop right into the heart of a Cylon capital.
How did we ever become so desperate?
(man) Head for Gamoray's fuel depot. Maximum speed.
That's it. Let's go.
Sheba, Bojay,
we'll home in on you since you have
the best chance of spotting the base.
If anybody ever told me I'd jump out of
a ship into the middle of a Cylon empire...
Remember the three steps. Create confusion,
destroy the control center
to neutralise the anti-assault batteries,
secure the fuel depot.
Imperious leader, we are approaching the Gamoray air dome.
Excellent, excellent.
It is indeed an auspicious occasion.
How often does the imperious leader
himself journey all the way from Cylon?
Attention, attention.
His Eminence, the imperious leader, will be with us shortly.
His ship has landed at the air dome.
Presenting His Eminence, our imperious leader.
- Where's Bojay?
- We thought he was with you.
(electronic beeping)
(cylon) Halt.
The control center should be near here.
- But it'll stop the bleeding.
- Can't you give him anything for the pain?
If we do, he won't be able to walk.
- (groans)
- OK. Come on.
Come on, Bojay. It's your only chance.
Come on. That's it.
My fellow Cylons, it is indeed a great honour
to dedicate this southern center of Cylon culture
to the advance of, and perfection of, the Cylon race.
With this secure outpost deep
in the heart of the Carillon star system,
our supremacy is all but assured.
What, pray tell, was that?
Find out.
Put me down. I can't go any more. Argh! Jeez!
He's gotta stop this running. The pressure
on the sealed artery is enormous.
Here. I hope you won't have to use this.
Just worry about the Galactica... and the Pegasus.
Picking up sonic disturbances from the surface of Gamoray.
- We're closing to launch range.
- And well within their anti-assault range.
- Do we launch?
- Not until they've destroyed the batteries.
There's the control center. Shall we take it from here?
No.
Negative shield, now.
Long-range scanners are picking up
an intrusion in our... quadrant.
Scan for identification. Alert ground-to-air
stations and intercept aircraft.
- Find the control center?
- Yes.
- Where?
- There!
We are now within their scanner range.
They'll come up after us, with or without missile support.
Launch. Notify the Pegasus.
- The Galactica is launching.
- At last. Good, good.
It's almost too easy.
Are our ships ready to launch the final assault
against the Galactica and Pegasus?
- There is a problem.
- I don't want to hear about problems.
We have them where we want them. Now launch.
- But they aren't where we want them.
- What do you mean by that?
- They are at this moment over Gamoray.
- What?!
Blowing the pogees out of it,
if reports coming in are accurate.
The fact that Gamoray is being attacked is perfect.
It means the colonial fleet is completely unprotected.
Launch a killer force at once.
Did you hear me? I said destroy the fleet.
There's a special envoy on Gamoray.
It is headed by our imperious leader,
there to dedicate the new base.
The imperious leader is on Gamoray?
I wonder what he'll think when he
finds that the base on which he stands
is being destroyed by two ships you had
within your grasp only this morning.
- This is unbelievable.
- We must rush to our leader's defence.
Yes. Send everything we have
to destroy those two battle stars.
And let not a single ship return until that's accomplished.
- How's Bojay?
- We've got to get him to the life station.
The shuttle has already landed.
Boomer's at the landing area. Let's go.
Load all the fuel cylinders into the shuttle. Hurry.
Commander.
- Apollo says the fuel depot is secured.
- Oh, good.
We can send in tankers and recall fighters.
Have the fighters rearmed immediately.
Those base ships will throw everything they have at us.
Wait a centon. That's not the Galactica, that's the Pegasus.
- Orders.
- From whom?
From me.
It's a medical emergency,
and the Pegasus is the nearest ship.
- (Sheba) Clear to land. Shall I go in?
- Go in.
(woman) Report to life center.
Repeat, report to life center.
Sir, scanners pick up an unbelievable
number of enemy craft on their way.
- Prepare coordinates to intercept.
- Lead them off? Hit and run?
I mean intercept. I mean go through them.
- Through them?
- Yes.
Straight through the task force to Baltar's base ship.
Yes, sir.
When Baltar figures out that you're after
his hide, he'll recall all of his forces.
Good plan, sir, if it works.
My plans always work. Why are you aboard the Pegasus?
Yours was the closest Battlestar
I could return to with the wounded, sir.
- How bad was it?
- Bojay took a hit,
but your daughter and Cassiopeia are both fine.
My daughter and Cassiopeia?
They went with you on that mission?
Like father, like daughter, sir.
Anyway, congratulations. Your mission was a big success.
They couldn't get one ship off the ground
and we didn't lose anybody.
How is Bojay?
Well, that depends upon this plan of yours, sir.
I thought the idea was to divert
Baltar's forces, not attack them.
Strategy, Captain, strategy.
We've gotta move if we're to intercept Baltar's ships.
If you're leaving, this is your last chance.
With Galactica's deck incapacitated,
most of my squadron is on the Pegasus.
I just hope you realise how many
brave young warriors might not survive.
I'll put it to them on a voluntary basis.
My men are no different from yours.
They think of you as some kind of legend.
Well, I do know how to win a battle.
Tell me it isn't true. Three base ships head-on?
- It's true.
- Is he crazy?
A little. That's what gives him his advantage.
Who'd think of anything like this but Cain?
A report from our task force.
A single Battlestar has been sent out to intercept them.
Destroy it, then continue on. It should take no time at all.
By your command.
Cassiopeia.
Sheba.
Sheba?
Sheba, wait.
Sheba, wait.
I can't. We're launching.
I want you to take Bojay and shuttle him to the fleet.
(alarm)
Look, there's one more thing.
About that lady... the one
that seems to mean so much to you.
I watched her save a life today,
and she risked her own to do it.
So what do I know about people?
Oh, I love you, baby.
And I want to see you again.
(woman) Secure all wounded, secure all wounded.
- Cylon force closing. 20 microns.
- Launch defence force.
Fighters launched and taking up
a spearhead in front of the Pegasus.
They are heading directly for us.
Commence firing.
Our fighters blew a corridor through their forces.
Attention, all pilots. Disengage with the
Cylons and return to your home Battlestar.
(Tolan) Attention, attention.
Return to your home Battlestar.
Apollo, let's follow Cain. OK?
I get your meaning. But what you're
talking about is violating orders.
- Whose?
- Cain's.
How can we violate the orders of a man
who isn't following orders himself?
- Somehow, that makes sense to me.
- Good. Are you with me?
- Boomer?
- Yeah.
You're in command. Starbuck and I
want to check out our rear flank.
- How far to our rear?
- Don't ask too many questions.
That's what I thought. Good luck.
(Cylon) The Battlestar Pegasus is not stopping to engage us.
(Cylon #2) Impossible. That is
why she is here. Pursue and destroy.
Another report.
The lone Battlestar is destroyed and
our forces are on their way to Gamoray.
- Not exactly.
- What's happened?
The Pegasus and her warriors
did not stop to engage our fighters.
Did not engage? But that's...
Ah, of course. They're a decoy.
They intend to lead our fighters off,
make them pursue and burn off fuel,
while Gamoray remains under attack.
- A very clever plan.
- But I see right through it.
Break off the attack. Continue
our fighters on towards Gamoray.
We'll finish off the Galactica
and then return for the Pegasus,
after we've saved our imperious leader.
Telemetry coming through is confusing, sir.
According to our information, the Pegasus
is on a course towards the base ships.
He resumed a course towards them
when he couldn't lead their fighters away.
If he ever attempted to lead them away.
But that was the plan.
No. No, that was our plan.
It was never his.
Priority communication. High-scan scramble it.
Get me Commander Cain, please.
Pegasus coming in on communicator, sir.
- Yes, Adama?
- Cain, what is your present course?
You wouldn't be asking if you didn't already know.
Yes, I do know. And I want you
to reverse course immediately.
You're steering directly into the Cylon ships.
You'll kill every man and woman aboard.
It's all been arranged.
All nonessential personnel plus the
wounded are being transferred to the fleet.
They should arrive when you get back from Gamoray.
- That won't help you or your crew.
- If my plan works,
those Cylon fighters approaching you will soon turn back.
Hopefully, by the time they get here, there
won't be a ship left for them to land on.
Cain, listen to me. You can achieve the same thing
if you veer away from those base ships at the last centon.
Don't attempt to take them on.
No. Those fighters will refuel
and go after you and your fleet.
No. No, I'll get rid of those base ships somehow.
You realise I can relieve you of your command.
Adama, please.
Don't make my last battle an act of mutiny.
Send me in with your blessing.
My prayers go with you... and all who serve you.
Thank you, Adama. Thank you.
We can destroy the Pegasus.
By order of the imperious leader,
through his commander Baltar,
disengage attacking the "Pegasus".
Squadron one, proceed to Gamoray.
Squadron two, proceed to "Galactica".
(Tolan) 110 centons.
Moving down to 11 centons at full speed.
All right, Tolan, let's get there.
We've got a very important appointment
with a man named Baltar.
If the Pegasus did not head back towards the Galactica,
and she did not head off across the stars,
then where is she heading?!
Directly towards us, Your Eminence.
Towards... us?
But that's absurd!
He's allowing us to destroy the Galactica and the fleet.
Who in his right mind would do such a thing?
May I suggest the legendary Commander Cain?
Cain?
Oh, yes.
Cain. Of course. Cain!
What does he care about the fleet
or the Galactica? He wants...
Oh.
He wants...
He wants me!
Lucifer, recall our fighters at once.
I'm having difficulties communicating with the fighters.
- They're mounting a major attack.
- Launch all squadrons.
Colonel Tigh, prepare the Galactica for heavy attack.
Secure all compartments.
Follow the programmed mission. Ignore the colonial Vipers.
All squadrons engaged. But something's wrong.
We're outnumbered but blowing them out of the skies.
They don't seem to be fighting back.
Positive shield, now.
One micron to impact coordinates.
(Adama) They're going to ram!
Five microns to impact.
Commander!
Adama.
Get Doctor Salik, fast.
Adama.
Tigh... damage report.
I don't know yet, Commander.
Damage?
It's bad.
Those Cylon fighters must have been
packed with solenite. But we'll make it.
The boraton mist handled the fire.
Colonel Tigh!
Deep scan has been knocked out. Internal communications too.
We've lost deep scan.
We're setting up an emergency radio system right now.
See what can be done. I want those
scanners operational as soon as possible.
Colonel, the scanners have had it.
They're completely destroyed.
The Vipers will be our eyes.
- Inform the pilots.
- Yes, sir.
Fractures.
The man's taken a lot of fragments.
(device crackles)
Get the commander to life center at once.
How long before our fighters can return to defend us?
I'm afraid the Pegasus will reach us first.
Then drop back.
Let the other two base ships intercept the Pegasus.
I'm not sure the commanders will appreciate that.
It isn't a request, it's an order.
We are approaching one of Baltar's
minefields. Closing on blank range.
All right, Tolan, let's get there.
- (man) Work that boraton in over there.
- (man #2) It's spreading!
Don't let it get behind you!
Look out! Get back!
We're losing it here. We have to fall back.
Why don't you take a rest period?
- Go on. I'll watch him for a while.
- Thanks.
Two base stars coming up on range.
The third's fallen back behind them.
That will be Baltar's ship. Plot a course
between those two forward ships.
- It's going to get sticky.
- Arm air-to-air missiles.
Bring electronic defence shields to maximum power.
(Tolan) Two Vipers are approaching
us from behind at just sub-light speed.
Who is it? What are they up to? Identify.
(Tolan) Pegasus closing to target range.
Two base ships directly ahead.
There they are. It looks like he intends to go between them.
We can knock out their missile launchers.
- I'll take the ship on the right.
- I got the other one.
- (cylon) Vipers bearing omega 7.
- (cylon #2) Vipers?
(cylon) Confirmed. Scan for the Pegasus.
By your command.
Vipers are attempting strafing runs on base ships ahead.
- Vipers against base ships?
- They're aiming for the missile launchers.
They're clearing a path for us to get between the two ships.
It's nice in here. They can't fire at us
without hitting each other.
Trouble is, we can't stay in here.
We'd better make it count.
Scanner reports heavy damage to base ships.
Good, good. All right, all right.
Let's go right between them and finish them off.
Stand by all missiles for point-blank launch.
Even their shields won't help them.
Aft laser turrets report an attacking Battlestar.
Fire aft mega lasers.
The shield.
(alarm)
We're closing on blank range.
Ten, nine...
six, five...
two, one..
Fire missiles.
Did you see that?
I can't see anything but sparks.
I've never seen a flash like that.
Can you see the Pegasus?
No. There's too much smoke and debris.
- What do we do now?
- We go home... as fast as we can.
She's on fire.
Galactica bridge, this is Apollo.
Port landing bay destroyed. Request instructions.
Two squadrons will remain flying
at all times on a rotating basis.
Blue and Red Squadrons cleared for starboard landing bay.
Colonel, energiser number one destroyed.
Number two now operating at maximum capacity.
Boraton mist control center destroyed.
Fire out of control in alpha deck, beta and gamma sections.
Where is he?
Yes.
He's comfortable.
The Galactica...
We took some casualties. We took some damage.
But nothing that can't be repaired... including you.
Rest, Adama.
The life pod has him stabilised, but he's weak.
After this is over, I'll have to operate.
There's a fragment lodged near
the wall of his heart. It looks very bad.
Well, then, operate. Right now.
Now you listen to me, son. Unless I have no choice,
there is no way I'm going to open up his
or anyone else's chest in these conditions.
The fire has knocked out one energiser.
And if the other one goes, as well it may,
all of the equipment will go out.
I don't think you want me poking around your father's heart
with a laser scalpel at a time like that.
Now be brief, please.
Apollo.
- Can I do anything for you?
- You're doing it...
just by being here.
I'll be all right.
- I'll be fine.
- Come on.
It's all right, Apollo. I'll stay with him.
I'll be on the bridge.
If it gets to the solium cells...
(loud explosion)
Fall back! Fall back!
Put down the hose and fall back.
(man) Keep moving in.
That's the fourth power drop. It gets worse with each one.
- Prepare to operate.
- What about the power drops?
They're already killing him.
If we just let him lie in that life pod,
he doesn't have a chance in a centuron.
I'll notify Tigh. I'll be in ultrasonic scrub.
We've got to keep it away from the energiser.
Watch those supports. They've been weakened.
Adama?
I understand they're going to fix you up.
How bad is it, Tigh?
You'll come through fine, just fine.
- I know about the fire.
- It's bad, Adama.
We can't put the fire out.
There's a way...
Drastic way.
If there's nothing else, let the vacuum of space smother it.
Put explosive charges on the hull.
Blow... a hole...
Deprive the fire of its oxygen.
I'm sorry, Colonel. It's time.
Tigh.
Put your best people on the job. It may be our last chance.
Yes, sir.
(Tigh) Apollo and Starbuck are in the airlock. Ready, Sheba?
(Sheba) I am coming into position now.
- (Tigh) Can you see them yet?
- OK. I won't let them out of my sight.
(Tigh) Apollo, you and Starbuck can start now.
(Starbuck) We have 12 charges to set.
This weightlessness is really gonna slow us down.
- Let's get moving.
- (Apollo) I'm right with you.
The first one goes right over there.
According to Colonel Tigh, we're gonna have to work fast.
That's why I decided to forget our
tether lines. They'd just slow us down.
Don't get careless. Lose your grip once
and you'll be floating in space forever.
Yeah, thanks for reminding us, Sheba.
More hose! Give us some more hose!
Finite micro laser.
If that happens when you're near the heart wall...
I know.
Amplify the laser to operating mode.
- (man) Get him out of there! Hurry!
- (man #2) Watch your footing.
Colonel, the temperature in the energiser
compartment has reached critical level.
Solium storage is just as bad.
If we can just get those charges set and blow them in time.
- Apollo, we're running out of time.
- How about blowing the charges now?
Negative. Unless we blow them in the
calculated pattern, our gyros will go wild.
Five more centons, Colonel.
If I had a choice, I'd say no.
Apollo!
Somehow, "thank you" doesn't seem like enough.
Forget it. We have a lot of work to do.
Just another few centons.
Hurry, Apollo. An extra micron could make the difference.
We're setting the last one now.
This charge has a magnetic base.
I'll pull myself across with it.
There's a hand held just up on
the other side. I'll get back that way.
Don't worry about me. I'll see you inside.
The last one's set.
Apollo!
Starbuck, get inside!
Those explosives are gonna go off any centon. Get inside!
Colonel, I think our time has run out.
(Apollo) Starbuck, get inside. There's nothing you can do.
Stay down, everyone! Stay down!
It worked, Apollo. The fire is out.
Apollo? Starbuck?
Something's wrong.
Sheba.
I can't see them anywhere, Colonel.
Good Lord. The explosion must have gotten them.
I refuse to believe that.
I won't give up. I'm going to keep looking for them.
Colonel Tigh, I... I see them. I see them.
Apollo? Starbuck?
Hang on. We're sending a shuttle.
Colonel. My family?
They're all safe... including your father.
(sighs) So am I.
(Adama) Any news of Cain?
He just headed out into deep space,
the way he did the last time.
(Adama) Wherever he is,
I'm damn sure he's where he wants to be.