'Previously on Battlestar Galactica...' Gives me the creeps, seeing him acting like that with her. How come one of us got that roped in by one of them? Chief, you know how she felt about you. She loves you. I should be grateful. That freak in her belly could've been mine. "Do you have memories of being with the chief before the attack?" "You are the father of my child. You are the first in my heart." "Nothing is ever gonna change that." All right. Here's the deal. We are gonna build a new flyer. Blackbird test flight, cleared for launch. Galactica, Apollo! I've lost her! Of course you lost contact. It's a damn stealth ship, remember? Action stations. Set condition one. This is not a drill. Repeat, action stations. Action stations. Well, Madam President, you picked a hell of a day for a visit. This is the commander. Sitrep. Bogey jumped into DRADIS range. From the size of it, it's a Cylon base ship. Cap's on his way to intercept. Alert the fleet to emergency jump. I'm on my way with the President. Galactica, Apollo. I'm outbound on course to the base star, Kat alongside me. One minute till intercept. "Roger that, Apollo." Fighters have launched and will be on your six in three minutes. Sitrep. Alert fighters have launched. New DRADIS contact! They're launching raiders! How long till we jump? Another two minutes. Sir... Sir, I'm getting Colonial transponders. Colonial? They're using our own signals against us. Maybe. Weapons hold. Hold the jump, too. Something up your sleeve, I take it? All ships, Galactica. Hold jump. Say again, hold jump. Ship to ship, Colonial priority-one channel. Send hostile challenge and ID. Push the reply up on speakers. Attention unknown vessel, this is the Battlestar Galactica. Identify yourself or we will fire on you. Range now 1,700, sir. "This is the Battlestar Pegasus to the ship claiming to be Galactica." "Please respond." Pegasus... How could that be? The entire fleet was destroyed. Gimme direct contact. Pegasus, this is Galactica actual. Authenticate identity with recognition codes immediately. Sir,... I'm receiving Colonial recognition codes. They're authentic. "Galactica, this is Pegasus actual." "Adama, is that you?" Admiral Cain. What a pleasure to hear your voice. Disengage. Red team, disengage. Red team, disengage. Commander,... I don't know what to say. This is a miracle. You took the words right out of my mouth. Step down to condition one throughout the fleet. "Galactic, you are not gonna believe what I'm looking at out here!" It's like a dream. (LAUGHS) It is a dream. "Pegasus Raptor 861, Galactica. Skids down, mag secure." "Welcome aboard, Admiral." (EXCITED CHATTERING / SHOUTING) Get into ranks, people! Look sharp! This isn't recess! The landing party's here! Dress and cover. Nice of you to show up. Couldn't get here too early. Group! Atten-hut! Admiral Cain. Welcome aboard the Galactica. Commander Adama. It's an honour. Allow me to present to you... the President of the Colonies, Laura Roslin. It's a long story. Welcome. Madam President. Pleasure. On behalf of the officers and the crew of the Pegasus, it's a pleasure to see all of you. Welcome back to the Colonial Fleet. (ALL CHEER) Captain Taylor. Kara Thrace. Captain Taylor. Admiral,... I'm fairly brimming with questions. May I just dive in? Please. How did you find us? We were tracking a Cylon fleet, trying to predict their movements, which seemed random until we realised they were just jumping to systems with natural resources. So we began to scout those systems, hoping to carry out hit-and-attacks on their fleet. But instead of finding the Cylons, we found you. You've been attacking their fleet? You know what they say about the best defence. How did you avoid the initial Cylon attack on the colonies? I'll have another, if you don't mind. Galactica's finest. (SIGHS) (CHUCKLES) Beats the hell out of the nickel tour. See one old battlestar, you've seen 'em all. She's an old one. I can't believe the Cylons didn't kick your ass in this bucket. Sorry. And just for that,... ..you have to skip this round. (SNORTS) (CACKLES) (CHUCKLES) We were docking at Scorpion Fleet shipyard. We were getting ready to go in for a three-month overhaul. Most of the crew was getting ready for extended shore leave, family reunions. XO had the deck. I was down in my quarters wrapping up some paperwork, getting ready to pack up and go home to Tauron. And that's when the Cylons attacked. They hit the shipyard with three, maybe four nukes. Five ships, two of them battlestars. They were destroyed right there. By the time I got back to CIC,... ..I discovered that I'd lost over 700 men. My Gods. We were completely defenceless, so I ordered a jump. To where? Wherever. Nowhere. Just jump. A blind jump? You could've ended up anywhere. Gutsy call. No. Desperate move. Didn't see any other choice. I'm sure you have quite a story to tell yourself, but I won't make you go through it right this very minute. You can send over your logs when you get the chance. Yes, sir. Something wrong? Something wrong? No. I sometimes forget about the rules of military protocol. Admiral Cain is my superior officer. She will take complete command of the entire fleet. I was wondering how to broach that topic. Trust me - the chain of command is strict, but it is not heartless, and neither am I. This is your ship, and I have no desire to interfere with Galactica's internal affairs. I appreciate it, Admiral. Madam President, you look like I just shot your dog. No. It's just, er, the commander and I have been through a lot. Excuse me. Madam President? If you'll both excuse me. Admiral, I can't tell you how grateful we are to have you here. Thank you for finding us. Madam President. The secretary of education?! She's come a long way. I'm sure. Tell me about Admiral Cain. Officer's discretion? Of course. We were going after what we thought was a little... Cylon comm relay. Easy target, right? Turns out it wasn't a comm relay at all. It was a staging area full of 15 squadrons of raiders. Whoa... Admiral Cain ordered our XO to attack. Those two were real close. He'd served with her for years. But... here's the thing. He refused the order. Admiral Cain, we have a Cylon prisoner aboard this ship. Really? We have one on ours, as well. Ours has proven to be an excellent source of intelligence. She's been very cooperative. Vice President Dr Baltar has been working with her. 'What did she do?' She asked for his gun and shot him in the head with it in front of the whole crew. And then she turned to me. What did you do? I ordered the frakkin' attack. What do you think I did? (CACKLES) Nah, nah, I'm just joking! I'm just kidding, you know? Huh? (LAUGHS) It gives me no pleasure to have to take command, Bill. I want you to know that. Don't give it a moment's thought. (BOTH TALK QUIETLY) Is this a scorecard? You guys put scorecards on your ships? Like you don't keep score! I don't paint 'em on the side, bragging to the whole frakkin' universe. That's 48 kills there. Special(!) Do you have caps and t-shirts too? (CACKLING) (LAUGHS) Where's the Galactica CAG? Right here. Let's hear the rundown on this squadron of yours, Captain. I see you don't keep track of your kills. You should start. It encourages morale, gets competition going and esprit de corps. Well, that's one philosophy. It's Admiral Cain's philosophy. That means it's your philosophy now, Captain. The name of my commander is Adama, which should be easy to remember, cos it's my name. Yeah. I'll keep that in mind, daddy's boy. Let's see your ordnance lists. They made me head of the Cylon branch, in charge of detection. We have our own Cylon prisoner. I'd like you to examine it and see if you can glean anything. I wonder who it will turn out to be - a stranger, familiar face, trusted friend who turns out to be the enemy... Did you hear what I just said? Yes. I really... I'd be very happy to examine the prisoner. Commander. Admiral. Admiral. I am so sorry. That is one ugly baby. Excuse me? Mind if I take a look around? I'm Laird, Pegasus deck chief. Oh, hey! Yeah. Tyrol. Thanks for sending over these parts. Look at whatever you like. DDG-62s... I'll be. I designed these. I thought they phased them out ten years ago. You're an aeronautical engineer? Yeah, I was. Then the war happened and I got drafted into being deck chief. So you're really a civilian? How'd that happen? I was on the Scylla and we got picked up by the Pegasus. Things happened. Mind if I crawl around inside? I heard you designed this. I'd love to see how you did it. Go ahead. Pegasus has been resupplying Galactica from its own reserve for military operations. Which I completely support, but when will supplies get out to the fleet? Admiral Cain has assured me that those supplies are on their way. Well, at least she's taking your phone calls. I can't get her to answer mine. I'll bring it to her attention. How are you doing with all this? She outranks me. As simple as that. If President Adar stepped off that Raptor, I'd be elated, grateful to have someone take over, and yet... I don't wanna go to the "and yet" part. I've been taking orders my entire career. This is no different. Well, then, Commander, thank you. We would appreciate all the help you can give us. You shall receive it. It sounds like you were both drunk. No question. But he wasn't lying, I can tell you that. I hope you won't jump to conclusions. Wait for the facts. Context matters. Context? That woman shot an officer right in front of the crew. We shot down an entire civilian transport with over a thousand people on board. It says so right there. That was completely different. And we don't know there were people on that ship. Which is why I hope the admiral reads the complete log, understands the context. We should ask Admiral Cain for her logs, just so we can put her in context. (CHUCKLES) Wouldn't that be nice? Don't get too close. It killed seven of my crew. You want my guards to come in with you? Scared, Gaius? Want the big, bad soldiers to protect you from the mean old Cylon prisoner? No. I think we'll be just fine. Oh, my God... My God, Gaius! It's me! Look what they've done to her. Open the door - now, please. (GASPS) She must have struggled. She must have fought back. That doesn't justify this! Stop. Hello? Hello. Can you hear me? She's obviously been abused,... tortured. Yes. But there's no... obvious sign of head trauma. Voluntary eye movements suggest conscious thought. Can't you stop being a scientist for one moment... ..and look at the abused woman lying there in front of you? Now, listen. I know this must be very difficult for you. Don't patronise me. I'm not. I'm trying to reason with you. If I'm going to help her, I need to understand her first. Will you help her, Gaius? I will do everything I can. After all, she is remarkably similar to someone I care about a great deal. I think it would be best if... ..you left us alone for a time. It's suffered no serious head injuries, so no damage to its neural pathways or cognitive reason centres. But it's quite clearly traumatised, which would suggest that its current condition is psychological. Had you thought of that? No. It shows the the Cylon consciousness is susceptible to the same pressures as the human psyche. It can be manipulated in the same fashion. Simply put, Admiral,... you have already used the stick. It's time to use the carrot. Please give the doctor whatever he needs. Aye, sir. Commander, having read your logs, it appears you've had quite an ordeal. We've had our moments. Well, you did yourselves proud. Thank you, Admiral. As I told you, we were tracking the Cylon fleet when we found Galactica, and now that I've compared their route to your ship's logs, it's clear that they've been following you. Our recon so far tells us... that the fleet is composed of two bay ships, a dozen support ships and one large vessel that we're still unable to identify. It's this large ship here I'm interested in. What's its function? Is it a command and control ship? A raider factory? Possibly. Whatever it is, the Cylons are protecting it. That's what I call a tempting target. Hm! And here I was getting ready to do a whole song and dance about combining resources for a joint strike mission. Any chance of hitting the Cylons where it hurts... My pleasure. I'll have Apollo coordinate with your CAG. Which leads me to the next subject, Commander. I'm going to integrate the crews. I'm starting by reassigning Captain Adama to the Pegasus air wing. I have a team that works very well together. Let's just cut through it. After reviewing the logs, I conclude that having your son as Galactica CAG was a grave mistake. He's been insubordinate - even mutinous, and these are direct quotes from your logs. And I daresay he's not the only one with disciplinary problems. There's a Kara Thrace who habitually strikes fellow officers and disobeys orders. Lieutenant Agathon has fraternised with and evidently impregnated an enemy agent. Let's not even discuss your XO. So... ..there is a complete list of the transfers. I thought you said you had no desire to interfere with my command. I'm saving your command, Bill. You are way too close to these officers. It blinds you to their weaknesses and the damage they're doing to unit cohesion and to morale. I don't agree. Well, that is certainly your right. You have your orders. Transfer to Pegasus?! Why the frak should we do that? Because those are your orders. That's a load of crap. (BOTH SHOUT) That's enough! You're officers. Act like it. She's given you an order. You will carry it out. Permission to speak freely? You may not. We've all gotten used to bending the rules, having our way, letting things slide. Well, that's over. You wear the uniform. You will accept the rules that go with it. You've been transferred. Pack your gear and report to the Pegasus CAG. Dismissed. (MURMUR OF CONVERSATION) (BANGS ON DESK) (ALL FALL SILENT) This is a photo recon mission. We are interested in one Cylon ship in particular, which is larger than anything we've encountered before. Analysis to date suggests that it will be in this star system next. We will hide behind this moon which has a large magnetotail and will hide our DRADIS signature. We power down, hide near the surface, wait for the fleet to pass. Starbuck, you have something to add? Your plan sucks. And the Cylons aren't stupid. That moon's a blind spot. They won't go near it. You really wanna get close? Use the stealth ship we constructed aboard Galactica. A home-made tin can? That's enough. Now, Starbuck, you're off this mission. Whiplash, Thumper, get your gear ready. Apollo, pilot the Raptor with me. You qualified in one. Remember how to fly it? Remember how to fly it? Yes, sir. Good. Dismissed. They expect us to take this lying down? Now you're flying a Raptor? It's humiliating! A surveillance package? Go get the Blackbird. Take some pretty pictures of our Cylon ship. Copy that. (RAUCOUS SHOUTING) Cheers, everybody. Chief,... where's the blackbird? Oh, Lieutenant Thrace took it out. She said Admiral Cain ordered a performance check. What?! Hey, Chief? You deserve a frakking medal. We haven't seen booze for months. This place is a frakkin' party! Heard you guys even got yourselves a Cylon. Heard she's a hot one, too! Get me some of that Cylon stuff. A little of the "oh, yeah, oh, yeah"! That's enough, guys. Just... shut up. Sensitive! You got a soft spot for the little robot girl, do you? Who the hell are you? Remember when Thorne put that "please disturb" sign up on the brig there? I got in line twice! Oh, I hear that. She was just laying there, that blank look on her face, like... Do you mind?! Ooh! Frisky! That hurts. What is the function of this ship? I don't know. Take a closer look. What makes it so important? Why would two base stars protect it? I... (CHOKES) (COUGHS) I don't know. Think Thorne'll give us a chance at this one, too? I heard him say he has to break her in a little first. Who the hell's this Thorne? Lieutenant Thorne, sir. Cylon interrogator. Rides 'em hard and keeps 'em talking. Your little robot girl is in for quite a ride. Yee-hah! Think about it! We need to go. What the frak...?! No! Move! Move! Get out of the way! Move! (YELLS IN TERROR AND RAGE) Aaagh! Get off of her! Get off of her! (ROARS) Motherfrakker! Freeze! Freeze! Don't either of you frakkin' move! Don't move! (GUN CLICKS) Don't either of you frakkin' move! Don't move! (SOBS) Get down! Get down! On your knees. Hands behind your head. (SOBS) Now! Hands behind your head. Do it now. Do it! (SOBS) He's dead. (SOBS) VOICEOVER: Staying connected matters when you're here... ..and over here, and all the way out here. When it comes to staying connected, trust the people who've been connecting New Zealanders for generations. Pegasus, Raptor 923. We've cleared Galactica and are en route with the prisoners and the body of Lieutenant Thorne. Our ETA to Pegasus, three minutes. 'The assault happened here.' They should face court martial on Galactica. I am the senior convening authority present, and they will be tried on Pegasus. They're my men. One of my men is dead. Fine. We both have strong feelings about the case. It underlines the need for an impartial trial. You mean an independent tribunal? According to your logs, Commander, you dissolved one when you didn't like the verdict. If I'm not mistaken, Tyrol was on trial there, as well. That was a different time. Yes, indeed it was. I'll be in touch, Commander. Thank you. Thank you. Now, get out. The food is yours. It's not a trick. I'm not gonna take it away at the last second. You know, I... I'm just gonna talk right now. I don't expect you to say anything. Back on Caprica, before the attack,... ..and sometimes I forget there was a world before the attack,... ..I knew someone - a woman, unlike any woman I've ever known. She was unique,... ..beautiful, clever... ..intensely sensual. When she wasn't in my bed, she was in my thoughts. She was a Cylon. And she changed my life in a very real, very fundamental way, in that I have quite literally never stopped thinking about her. Because I love her. To this very day, I love her. And she looks exactly like you. My name is Gaius Baltar,... and I'm here to help you. (SOBS) Check me on these jump coordinates. Sorry. Jump coordinates verified. You seem a little distracted. Something I should know about? Two of my friends just got arrested and charged with treason. I suggest you file that under "not your problem". We have a mission to perform. I need your head in the game. Right. Pegasus? Blue team? Jump coordinates set and verified. Ready to FTL. We will jump in ten minutes, on my mark. Mark. 'Any word on the chief, sir?' He's gonna have to stand trial. He's a good man, sir. I know. I'll do every-... "Commander Adama, please call CIC ASAP." Adama. I just talked to Fisk. Court martial's over. Over?! When did it start? I dunno, but they've been found guilty on all counts. She's gonna execute them for murder and treason. I want a marine strike team in a Raptor in five minutes. Prepare to launch alert fighters. We have work to do. Sir. Pegasus, Galactica. Please secure a channel. Commander Adama would like to speak to Admiral Cain. "Go ahead, sir." You told me they'd get a fair trial. What kind of trial could they have possibly had? "I assure you, I heard them out." I weighed their statements against those of the guards and took into consideration their records and commendations. It was a difficult decision, but it was a fair one. They have the right to have their case heard by a jury. "I am a flag officer on detached service during a time of war." Regulations give me broad authority in this matter. Launch the fighters. You can quote me whatever regulation you'd like. I'm not gonna let you execute my men. I suggest you reconsider that statement, Commander. Admiral, Galactica's launching Vipers and a Raptor. Commander...? Why are you launching Vipers? Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon to be handed over to my marines as soon as they arrive. I don't take orders from you. Call it whatever you like. I'm getting my men. You are making such a mistake. I'm getting... my men. Action stations. Action stations. This will spiral out of control. Launch the alert Vipers. Adama has taken us over the line. He's left me with no choice. 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