'Previously on Battlestar Galactica.' Izak failed basic flight and I should've flunked him, but I didn't. The bottom line is that I killed him and - Walk out of this cabin while you still can. I don't get it - how does a military coded signal end up coming from in here? Fu! It's the Cylons. Starbuck's wireless and transponder cut out. Starbuck's gonna take 'em on and get herself killed. Galactica, Boomer. Hot Dog's aboard. Yeah, so's his lunch. Take it easy, Hot Dog. You're not the first to lose it in combat. You won't be the last. No sign of Starbuck. Says she was hit. We lost track of her. "Roger that, Boomer. Search and Rescue ops underway for Starbuck. Bring Hot Dog in, the old man wants to talk to him." This is where you found him? Yes, sir. He drifted quite a ways in the fight. Is she manoeuvring? I think so. Yes. Yes, sir. Sir, she survived the initial hits. She could still be alive. She is alive, Lieutenant, we'll find her. Yes, sir. Get this man to sickbay. Yes, sir. I think you earned those today. The auxiliary is a problem, but she'll fly. I want it crystal clear. Yes, sir. Find her. I will. (COUGHS) (THEME MUSIC) 1 1 1 1 1 1 Still no joy from the search team, sir. In the last four hours we've combed everywhere within a 200-click sphere of Starbuck's last known position - no ship, ejection seat, debris. We'll extend the radius another 50. We need more pilots. Everybody who can fly is up, sir. Starbuck's course computations? The combat manoeuvring variables make them almost meaningless, sir. Time to start guessing. Yes, sir. Since there's been no Dradus contact in the area, I would have to guess that her Viper was captured by the gravity of the planetary body. The only nearby gravity wells are the gas joint and this moon. If the gas joint pulled her in its radiation would fry her like an egg. What about the moon? The atmosphere is CO2, methane, some argon, clouds are mostly hydrocarbonates. It's cold as hell down there, but she could survive on the surface. With enough oxygen. How long? 46 hours and change, sir. A hell of a long time to stay in one place. What if the Cylons appear? They won't. Not for a while. What makes you say that? Sending a patrol instead of the base ship tells me they didn't even know we were here. So they're searching a lot of other places, places with potential supplies. Like staking out water-holes in the desert. Right. If we send eight fighters to search an entire star system for 60-odd ships, it would take us.... weeks. Assume they're better and faster. It'll take them days. A lot of assumptions you're making... Educated guess. Talk to me about searching the moon. It's gonna be slow going. Can't see squat through those clouds. Send the ships below the cloud cover. Tell the pilots to take a hard look the old-fashioned way. Mark-one eyeball, sir? Mark-one eyeball. Commander - call from Colonial 1. Adama. Commander, I don't wanna take much of your time, I just wanted to say how happy we all are that you found one of your pilots. "Thank you, Madam President." How is the search progressing for the other pilot? Nothing yet, but we've just begun. "I spoke with other captains in the fleet." They've agreed to give over their ships at your disposal if it'll increase the odds of finding her. "Track the odds - we're gonna find her." Excuse me. Thank you. Tell them... we could sure use the help. I'll co-ordinate their efforts with your CIC. Continued good luck. "Thank you." Oh, thank you. So, looks like we're gonna be staying here for a while. (CLEARS THROAT LOUDLY) You alright? Yeah, I'm fine, it's... just a... How long do you think it'll be before the Cylons wonder what happened to their missing patrol and send another one here to look for it? You have attacked us hundreds of times. We're still here. I think you'll find that we are more than adequately protected. Might be a little tricky with the fleet scattered over half this system, looking for the last pilot. How many days till the Cylons return? One? Two? Three at the most. Doctor? Your requisitions. Thank you. Madam President, I - I don't mean to be impertinent, really, but do you honestly think this is wise? You are compromising the security of the entire fleet while we search for one solitary pilot. It is a risk. But those pilots put their lives on the line for us every day. Yes. Yeah, I was just saying that to... I'm not insensitive to that is what I'm saying. I happen to know the missing pilot personally. Not as personally as you'd like. Guess you'll never get to find out if she's a real blonde. Which makes it all the harder for me, cos on the one hand I think of the pilot, on the other I think of the thousands of defenceless... women and children... and men throughout the fleet. I am sure Commander Adama has considered all of this. Thank you, Doctor. Yes, of course he has. Of course he has. Thank you. - Step up. - Step sideways ` - that little step before the big one... - ...into that new office,... - ...new career,... - ...new mindset,... - ...because you can do it. - Tautoko. - So make tracks. 1 1 It's OK. It's OK, it's OK, it's OK. OK. OK. Get to higher ground. There is here... and there is here. Galactica, Apollo, we are being passed around like beach balls down here. Visibility about two, best spectrum. "Copy." Whoa! Go vertical now! Now, now! (SLEEPY SIGH) Anything? No. I don't think anyone's left out there. Must be someone. Can't be the only two people left in the world. Well, good news is, my leg's much better. And we've got anti-radiation meds to last three months. I say we load up as much food as we can and - Move out. Try to find a Raptor or a transporter or something we can fly off Caprica. Unless you can think of a reason to stay. Not really looking forward to going back out there. Almost starting to think of this place as - Home. Uh-uh, sleep a little longer. Who knows when we'll find clean sheets again? I'll go make some breakfast. Breakfast... (WHISTLES) (SMASHING GLASS) Is breakfast ready? Sharon, get outta here! Go, go, go! Lord, it's Kara Thrace. I'm... running... running a little low on O2 and I could use a lucky break. No? OK, just thought I'd mention it. Frag me...! (LAUGHS) Not bad shooting, if I do say so myself. Lord, I owe you one. Looks like I found my ride outta here. If I can fix you up. (BEEPING) Galactica, Apollo. Bingo fuel. "Roger, Apollo. Return to base." We're not taking on in orbit?! "Negative, Apollo." "The tankers are refilling. You'll be dry before they can launch." Are these figures correct? Yes, sir. Atmospheric ops mean Viper and Raptor engines have to run continuously. It'll be a real problem if you keep it up. Any report from the civilian ships? Nothing. They're spread pretty far out. We'll have a hell of a time trying to cover them if the Cylons pop in. We should consider pulling the civvies into a defensible formation. No. Keep all the ships on the search. We've left enough people behind, I don't wanna leave Starbuck behind. I'm just saying, committing the fleet - I SAID NO! We're gonna find our missing pilot! And we're gonna bring her home. We leave no-one behind. Resume your duties. 1 1 Sharon?! Sharon, where are you? Dammit, Sharon, where are you?! Sharon! Sharon! (CLUNK) Frag me... Are you... alive? What the hell happened this time, Cap'n? I hit the road-busters to level off for set-down, but only the left one fired. Ach, it's that crap flying into down there, gums everything up. Get me another Viper. Love to, Cap'n, but there are 13 Vipers down plus your mark-7. I'm out! Dammit, I've got a pilot down and I need another Viper. I realise that, Captain, but you can push people a lot further than machines. Hey, you're the chief - make it happen. Commander? Clock has passed five hours, sir, for Starbuck's O2 supply. Noted. Here's the photo mosaic for the area we searched so far. We gotta do better than this. You can't see far, hugging the ground. You can't see anything at all from altitude, not to mention the crap in the air that keeps screwing up our ships. 13 Vipers down. We need more eyes. Where from? Polar cap. What? Redeploy the combat air patrol to the search. Bad idea, the cap is the fleet's only defence. If all our Vipers are cracking around on the moon when the Cylons come calling, we're maggot-meat. Well, bring the fleet closer to the moon. We can always scramble Vipers from the search to meet any attack. You gotta be kidding. We can double the area we can search in the time left. Starbuck would be first to tell you not to do this. Nothing would make you happier, would it?! Leave her behind. Get rid of the foul-mouthed, insubordinate pilot that keeps challenging your authority! You are outta line, Mister. I'm not the one confusing personal feelings with duty. Yeah?! What the hell does that mean?! That you are too close to this because she is your friend. Gentlemen! We have work to do. Captain. Get as many birds up in the air as you can and find our girl. You got it. Oh... my... God. You bite me and I'll bite you back. So I guess the only thing flying you is you. This must be your brain. I don't think you'll need it. Good thing... that I brought one of my own. Frag... Even cockroaches have to breathe. How the hell do you? Captain, call for you, sir. OK, someone finish this up for me. Where is it, that way? Yeah, Apollo. "Call from President Roslin." "How are you holding up?" Uh, better than my Viper. We're making one from pieces of others. I need your help. Do you know your father just redeployed the combat air patrol? Yes, Madam President, it was my idea. Your idea? We need every Viper we've got. Maybe I'm missing something about the tactics involved here, but isn't the fleet defenceless without the cap? Only for a short time. Cos after that - cos after that, Kara's... oxygen will be gone and she'll be dead. Are you very close with Lt Thrace? Close with all my pilots. And I assume the same is true for your father? The pilots mean a lot to him, to all of us. We don't leave anyone behind. But we have left people behind, you know that. Not this time. Your FTL drive should be ready. Just make sure that everyone is set to jump at the first sign of trouble. With all due respect, Captain, there are times when it is necessary for the safety of the fleet to put - Not... this time. Madam President,... ..we just haven't exhausted all the options and the safety of the fleet has not been compromised. I hope you find her. Thank you. Blue Flight reports bingo fuel, sir. Have them stay on the search. Send the tanker to them. Is there a problem? It's just that trying to tank in that turbulence, sir, will be extremely hairy. I suggest we wait until the clock has run down and then tank up on the way back to Galactica. Did someone call them back to Galactica? I just assumed - The search was over? That it was hopeless. That we should write Starbuck off as dead, is that what you're telling me? No, sir. Then what are you trying to tell me? (BEEPING) (ALARM SOUNDS) You have your orders. Yes, sir. Time's up. She's out of O2. The clock is a guess. We don't know for a fact Starbuck is out of air. Her tank only holds so much oxygen. She could have a reserve supply in her survival gear. Reserve? Yes. What? She just happened to pack an extra bottle today? It's possible. We are putting people at risk. We have pilots out there - We are not putting - pushing themselves and their ships too hard all for the sake - We are not quitting. And you are relieved, Colonel. I stand relieved. Sir. 1 1 Come on, you're part-biological, right? Which means that... you need oxygen. Right? So... it's gotta be here... somewhere. Commander? The President. Adama. Commander Adama, I just wanted to say how sorry I am about Lt Trace. Please give my condolences to your son and to the rest of the crew. Excuse me, ma'am, but I think you've been misinformed. How? We don't know if Starbuck's dead. I was told that her oxygen had run out about half an hour ago. That's an estimate. She may have a reserve supply. We'll continue the search as long as there's a chance she may be alive. And how long will that be? "Till I say stop." This is a military decision, Madam President. Thank you for your concern. First on the list, seal you up, figure out what controls what. (HISSING) One of us needs a bath. Ach...! Frag it... Now you're gonna teach me how to fly. Commander? Red Flight reports an area of highlands here, increased visibility out to 15 clicks maybe. It's the wrong side of the room. Excuse me, Commander. Almost - Sir, we have a signal from Colonial 1's shadow. They request permission to land. They have the President on board, sir. Why wasn't I told? There was no advance notice, sir. I didn't know she was coming. Let's go. Have Colonel Tigh meet her at the airlock, bring her to my quarters, please. Very well. Every flying machine has four basic controls - power, pitch, yaw and roll. Where are yours? Safety tip number one, don't touch that? Are you going to order us to stop the search? I came here to talk, not to give orders. It may take an order. Why? Colonel Tigh, do I need to know something? It's gone beyond military needs. It's personal - for the Commander and for Lee too. Because of Lt Thrace? Because of her... ..and because of Zack Adama. The Commander's dead son. It's complicated, it'd take about three weeks to explain. We've got about three minutes, talk fast. She's gonna press. I'm with you. President Roslin. Madam President. Skip the formalities, you know why I'm here. Termination of a pilot's rescue mission is a military decision. That's a bunch of crap. This isn't military, it's personal. Neither of you can let go of Kara Thrace because she's your last link to Zach. You don't know anything about my brother. Don't even begin, Captain. You've lost perspective. As have you. Under normal circumstances, it would just be sad that the two of you can't come to terms with Zach's death. You're putting your pilots at risk and exposing the entire fleet to possible attack every moment we stay here. We've been at risk of an attack since day one. The Cylons won't be missing the patrol for at least one more day. Colonel Tigh - how much aviation fuel has been expended in this operation? 43% of reserves. Almost half. It's unacceptable. And operations in the moon's atmosphere have put one third of your fighters out of action - that is also completely... unacceptable. Crap. Unacceptable - whatever it is you feel about this, the recovery of one pilot is a military matter. Alright. It's military. Fine. And you're both officers and you're both honourable men and you're both perfectly aware that you are putting the lives of over 45,000 people and the future of this civilisation at risk for your personal feelings. Now, if the two of you of all people can live with that,... ..then the human race doesn't stand a chance. Clear your heads. Combat. Stand by. This is the Commander. Terminate search operations. Bring everyone home. Prepare the fleet to make a jump into the next system. We're leaving. 1 OK, so it either works or it doesn't. OK, OK... It's power, roll, pitch and yaw. It's way out of control. Take me home. You stink, but you're one hell of a flying machine... I want you to know I think she's wrong. I think we have come to terms with what happened to Zach. I haven't. I need to know something. Why did you do this? Why did WE do this? Was it for Kara? For Zach? For what? Kara was family. You do whatever you have to do. Sometimes you break the rules. If it was me down there instead? You don't have to ask that. Are you sure? If it were you,... ..we'd never leave. Colonel. Commander. Resume your duties. Sir, fighters are aboard, sir. Civilian ships have begun their jumps to the next star system. You give the word, we'll start our clock. Start the clock. OK, start the clock. Madam President, would you like to return to your ship? Thank you, I'll stay here, I'd like to see how the pros do it. As you wish. Execute jump, Lieutenant. Aye, sir. Jump clock is running. Navigation? Yo! FTL? Go! Tactical? Go! Flight ops? (BEEPING) Contact! Contact, incoming. Bearing 060 cam 308 Hold count. Count held. Contact is... Well? A Cylon raider, sir. You're right. It's just a matter of time. He's on an intercept course, he'll be on us before we complete the jump, sir. Action stations, launch Vipers. "Action stations, action stations, launching alert fighters." "Cylon raider approaching." OK. Now, look before you shoot, please. Gun Captain. Support weapons manned and ready. Where the hell are the Vipers?! Most are being fuelled. Hot Dog and Apollo are in the tubes. "Viper 1. Clear forward. Green. Integral failure. Abort launch!" Frag! Frag, frag, frag! I guess I'm going solo. Why only one Cylon this time? Could be a lone recon mission. In the vanguard for a Cylon base ship about to jump on top of us. Either way, we have to take it out before we can jump. Galactica, Apollo. Target in sight. You idiot! Didn't anybody teach you air protocol?! OK. We're gonna have to do this the hard way, then. Oh, this bastard's good! They're closing fast. We have the firing solution. Very well. Hold still, ya little...! No cigarette for you. Just a little... bit... closer. Not that close! What the...? I've lost him! "I repeat, he is nowhere to be seen." Tradus. No help. The reports have merged. Launch-tube status? Still fouled. I'll have a Viper away in 45 seconds. It'll be over in 45 seconds. Holy...! "Galactica? The Cylon is now flying formation with me." "Right above my head." "This thing is... acting weird." Put me through. (YELLS WITH JOY) "It's Starbuck!" What?! Come again, Apollo. Uh, Galactica, the Cylon raider is marked "Starbuck." "It's written under the frackin' wing!" Bring it into the bay! If it does ANYTHING, take it out! "Wilco, Galactica, but I tell you what, it's got to be her. (LAUGHING) This thing is flying with some serious attitude." Now your ass belongs to me. Like my new toy? Boy, when you take a souvenir, you don't screw around. Oh my God, you smell like a latrine! Hm... You wanna give me a bath? How are you feeling? Been a hell of a lot worse. Don't have any ambrosia, but the doc can... fix you up with some really nice stuff. It's not bad, is it - the knee? Doc says it's too early to tell, but knowing you, you'll be fine. Kara? Yeah? You did good. Did real good. Need anything? A stogie would be nice. Had a feeling. It's my last one, so enjoy. Thank you. 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