You're born, you live and you die.
There are no do-overs,
no second chances to make things right if you frak 'em up the first time.
Not in this life, anyway.
This is the Battlestar Pegasus, to the ship claiming to be the Galactica.
The Pegasus? How could that be? The entire fleet was destroyed.
Admiral Cain, we had no idea there were other survivors.
On behalf of the officers and the crew of the Pegasus,
welcome back to the Colonial fleet.
What they did to you was wrong, evil.
What you need is justice.
Frak you.
And she died knowing that her ship and her crew were safe
and that her mission had been accomplished.
Nothing was more important to her than her ship, her crew and her mission.
And as I take command of Pegasus, I pledge to uphold those values
that made her such an effective and heroic leader.
Word of Fisk's murder has spread. A crew can fall apart when their commander dies.
- Pegasus lost two in a matter of weeks. - I'm putting Garner in command.
Commander Garner, two ships jumped in.
Nukes inbound, we're under attack.
We need those FTLs fixed soon, or we're dead.
I need to go down there.
Sir, we've lost Garner.
He sacrificed himself to save the Pegasus.
Garner was my decision.
His failure is my responsibility.
Congratulations, Commander. The Pegasus is your command.
Like I said, you make your choices and you live with them.
And in the end you are those choices.
I swear, you're like a kid on his first day of school.
You'll make me regret having you along, aren't you?
- Every chance I get. - ...welcome the new commander:
Commander Lee Adama.
Thank you, Madam President, Admiral Adama.
Eight months ago, the world changed. Our lives changed forever.
We found ourselves with responsibilities we never thought we'd have.
Duty.
Honour.
Service. They're more than words.
Those are the guiding principles for those in the military.
And recently, all have been in short supply on this ship.
That's gonna change, beginning today.
We can't choose our circumstances, but we can choose how we handle them.
I intend to give you my all. I expect nothing less in return.
I've already appointed Kara Thrace as my acting CAG,
I'll be making other officer and duty assignments in the coming days,
as I review your...
The more things change, the more they stay the same, huh, Gus?
Come in.
Lieutenant Kendra Shaw reporting as ordered, sir.
At ease, Lieutenant. Have a seat.
No, thank you. Frankly, I'm used to standing in this room.
Yeah. Admiral Cain apparently wasn't big on chairs.
Even dead, she'll cast a shadow. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that.
Sir.
I've been reviewing the sitreps for the ship's officers.
Frankly, you're a puzzle.
Top ratings from Cain, who clearly thought the world of you.
Then a whole series of negative reports from Fisk, then Garner,
who demoted you to kitchen duty for "persistent insubordinate behaviour".
So the question is: Who are you?
- Kendra Shaw. - Shaw? That mean your mother was...
Foreign delegate Martha Shaw.
- Cue drum roll, thank you. - Well, she'd be proud of you.
Pegasus? Half the officers on this base were killed who got posted to that ship.
It's just temporary. I've got my eye set on Fleet Command.
Couple of years baby-sitting Admiral Cain, I should be able to call my own shots.
Sounds like you got your career mapped out.
Well, I just don't see myself spending the rest of my life on a Battlestar.
Good luck.
Shuttle to Scorpion shipyard, now boarding at holding area 23.
Come in.
That's your idea of vacation reading?
- What? Is that your idea of a hobby? - Yeah, it is.
So, have you figured out how you're going to spend your shore leave?
I was thinking about maybe going home to Tauron to visit some friends,
but I haven't made any definite plans yet, no.
In that case, how about spending some time with us on Gemenon?
I know the girls would love to see you.
Come on, Helena, you deserve a break.
You've been going full tilt for over a year.
I've got a repair list as long as my arm, plus our networks are gonna be down.
I don't like putting Pegasus at the mercy of civilian contractors.
All right, listen to your X0. Once in a while, it's OK to get off the treadmill.
I will think about it.
- I'll think about it. - OK.
Helena!
No! Helena!
Raptor 179, you're cleared for docking bay 3.
Roger that, Pegasus, we have the ball.
Excuse me, could you please point me towards...
Excuse me, could you please show me...
- Looking for the CIC? - Yes. How did you know?
You've got that "new officer needing to report to a CO" look.
One of the benefits of being a network administrator.
This is us. This is where you need to be.
- You're a life-saver. Kendra Shaw. - Gina lnvier.
Invier? That's Old Gemenese for "resurrection", isn't it?
One of the benefits of being a lapsed classics major.
Guess you never know when that might be handy.
- Welcome to Pegasus, Lieutenant. - Thank you.
Lieutenant Kendra Shaw reporting for duty, sir.
- Did you enjoy your coffee, Lieutenant? - My coffee?
Just say yes so we don't get off on the wrong foot.
Yes, sir.
Good.
You see, because I figure that you either got lost on your way to CIC,
or you stopped for coffee, and frankly, I'd rather think it was coffee
than realise my new aid can't find her way around a Battlestar.
- Sir, I've just arrived... - I'm not finished speaking.
I know why you're here. You think this job is a stepping stone to a still better one.
So let me guess, you had your mother pull some strings...
- My mother's dead. She died of cancer. - Yes, I know. I read the papers.
And while I'm very sorry for your loss, you'd be well advised
to make that the last time you attempt to play on my sympathies.
Between you and me, I'm feeling a hell of a lot sorrier for myself.
- Mr Hoshi. - Sir?
Can you please direct this lieutenant to her quarters?
- Yes, sir. - You're dismissed.
Lieutenant.
- A little mid-morning snack? - Yeah.
- I'm gonna be in my quarters. - Yes, sir.
The beauty of a network system is
you can control any part of the ship from any other.
The system's down now for the retrofit,
but it's like having unlimited backups.
- Assuming no one hits the wrong button. - Not on Cain's ship.
Puts the fear of the gods into everyone, does she?
Are you OK?
Come on, soldier. Get up! On your feet.
Hoshi! Hoshi!
OK, follow me to CIC. Come on!
- Here's another one. Seal the hatches! - What the hell hit us?
From the readings, looks like nuclear detonation.
Cylons. It has to be. But they've broken the armistice and sparked an attack.
At least we still have our power.
Dradis is erratic, weapons are offline. We have to do everything manually.
I want all hatches sealed.
Docking connections severed.
- Lieutenant, boot up our FTL drive. - Yes, sir.
We're preparing for an emergency jump, everyone!
Insert jump key.
Sir, two more nukes headed straight for us. Estimate 20 seconds to impact.
FTL spooling, but without the computer we can't calculate a safe jump.
- Don't bother calculating, just do it. - A blind jump? We might end up in a sun.
- Missiles closing. - It doesn't matter where,
just frakking do it, Lieutenant!
- FTL online. - Five seconds.
Lieutenant, now!
Who am I? I'm a soldier.
As for Fisk and Garner, neither of them deserved my respect so they didn't get it.
- Can you be more specific? - Fisk was a black market sellout,
a piece of garbage unworthy of the uniform.
Garner was a martinet who tried to micromanage this ship
like it was some bulky piece of machinery.
Hard to dispute either assessment. What about me?
Don't hold back just because I've got a pulse.
You're a step up.
Doesn't change the fact that you're an outsider brought in to clean up our mess.
Or the impression that your daddy just gave you a Battlestar,
like he was tossing you the keys to a new car.
You certainly don't disappoint, Lieutenant.
So how would you like to be my new X0?
Sir?
One thing I learnt from my father before he tossed me the keys,
is that a commander needs a strong right arm.
I need to send a message to the crew that I respect Cain's legacy,
even if the truth is that I don't.
I'm no Cain, but I intend to give this crew their pride back.
So I'll let you carry her torch.
Deal?
In that case, Major, you're out of uniform.
Dismissed.
Ten, nine,
eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three,
two, one.
You're done.
- You think that weapon's ready to fire? - Yes, sir.
Ready to bet your life on that, soldier? The lives of all your buddies?
Sir...
Yes, sir.
Then fire your weapon.
Are you deaf, soldier? I said fire your frakking weapon.
Again.
I didn't think it possible you could find an X0 meaner than Saul Tigh.
Yeah, she's tough.
- But I think we needed tough. - Any ruffled feathers?
Well, she and Kara don't exactly get along.
I'd like to sell tickets to that dance.
Just remember that an X0 is not a blunt instrument.
The two of you have to make up a team. That takes trust.
We trust each other to do our jobs.
I guess that's a start.
Now that your house is in order, I've a mission for you.
Against my better judgment, I let a science team take a Raptor from us,
go out to study a supernova remnant.
They're overdue.
I want you to track their course, see what you turn up.
There are three civilians, two pilots.
And if we run into the Cylons?
It's a search and rescue mission.
Don't get into a battle that you don't wanna fight.
That being said, use your own judgment.
This is your command.
Nothing to the right of me, or to the left.
I feel like I'm drowning in nothing.
Come on, Showboat, sing out. Let me know I got company.
Sing out? What, you mean like a song?
- I've got 99 Bottles of Ambrosia. - Damn, Showboat. You're taking me back.
Road trip.
Thank you.
- Pass me the circuit board. - There you go.
Sickbay just lost another two.
- That brings our casualties to what? - 723.
That's more than a quarter of our crew.
- What's our fighter status? - 12 Vipers destroyed and two Raptors.
Another 17 ships too badly damaged to be repaired.
What else?
We've tried to keep a lid on what we learnt from comm traffic before it stopped.
But rumours keep leaking out.
- We need facts, not supposition. - I agree.
We're four, maybe five plotted jumps back to the colonies.
I don't imagine you wanna risk the whole ship for a recon run.
Send two Raptors, tell them not to engage the enemy. I want information only.
Yes, sir.
Ready to reboot nav and defence computer systems. Stand by.
Lieutenant.
Admiral. The helm's weapons and FTL computers are back online
and I know how the Cylons took down our defence grid.
These lines of code in the new navigation program we're about to upload
have been designed to create a back door that could enable an enemy to access it.
It could introduce a virus that affects the entire network?
Yep. Luckily, ours was already down,
but I suggest that we keep it that way, even after we've purged the program.
All right, Lieutenant, it's your ball, run with it.
Maybe you're not quite as useless as I thought.
- How long have you been at your station? - I don't know, sir. I guess I never left.
You might want to consider getting some rec time, it's two days since the attack.
Sir.
Sir, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about the way I behaved when the nukes hit. I was scared.
Actually, I was terrified and froze.
You're not afraid any more, are you?
- No, sir. - Good.
You hold on to that anger and you keep that close.
It'll stop you being afraid the next time and tell you what you have to do.
Lieutenant, button up.
This is your admiral.
I know there have been a lot of rumours going around
about the destruction that's been visited on our home worlds by the Cylons.
I would like to tell you that they're exaggerations, but in fact...
it doesn't even come close to conveying the horror that's been unleashed upon us.
The facts are that our colonies have been destroyed...
our cities have been nuked...
and our Heat's gone too.
So far, there are no indications of any other survivors.
I imagine you're all asking yourselves the same question I am.
What do we do now?
Do we run?
Do we hide?
I think those are the easy choices.
A philosopher once said:
"When faced with untenable alternatives, you should consider your imperative. "
Look around you.
Our imperative is right here.
In our bulkheads, in our planes, in our guns...
and in ourselves.
War is our imperative.
And if victory seems like an impossibility, then there is something else to reach for.
Revenge.
Payback.
So we will fight.
Because in the end, it's the only alternative our enemies have left us.
I say let's make these murdering things
understand that as long as this crew and this ship survive,
that this war that they started will not be over.
Thank you.
So say we all.
- So say we all. - So say we all!
- So say we all. - So say we all.
Comm relay... That looks like some kind of frakked-up can-opener.
We think it's guarded by a half-dozen Raiders.
- That's all? - They're not expecting anyone to attack.
Gentlemen, you're looking at our first target.
Nice work finding it, Lieutenant.
Thanks. I had help.
- Speak of the devil. - Hello, Gina.
Welcome.
Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Miss Gina lnvier.
Miss lnvier and Lieutenant Shaw have been working together to upgrade our systems.
Before that, she was supervising our retrofit.
I must say, she's proven herself invaluable in both capacities.
- Well, you certainly set a beautiful table. - Thank you.
Everyone, please have a seat. Please.
I think it's important for ship's officers to get together every once in a while.
Share some food, some wine, some good conversation. Helps morale.
Not to mention it's the only time we get to park our butts in a chair around here.
Now that you're all here, I would like to take a moment to say a few words.
In all seriousness, I said some things before in the heat of emotion,
things that I felt this crew needed to hear.
But I don't want any of you, for one moment,
to think that I would ever risk lives or resources in some mad quest for revenge.
My plan is to wage an all-out classic guerrilla war campaign.
I want to find their weak links and I want to hit them hard.
As they say, the best defence is a good of fence.
Well, then, here's to a good of fence.
- And to kicking some Cylon ass. - Hear, hear.
Almost done here.
I don't know how we're going to firewall all these systems by tomorrow
unless we split up.
And you're the only one with the access codes.
Well, we can speak to the admiral about raising your security clearance.
Here I thought we were being so discreet.
I guess that's hard when you truly care for someone.
Program's uploaded. You need to input your code.
Alpha-one-niner-six-gamma-one.
To satisfy your curiosity,
we met a few months ago, when I presented the plans for the retrofit.
We spent a lot of time working out the details,
and one thing led to the other.
You seem so surprised.
- Cain seems so self-sufficient. - She has needs, just like the rest of us.
No one can survive entirely on their own.
Trust me, Lieutenant, in the end we're all just human.
I've got 99 Bottles of Ambrosia.
Damn, Showboat, you're taking me back.
Does she ever shut up? She's gonna set a bad example for the other pilots.
As long as she sets a good example with her flying, we'll come out ahead.
Sir, multiple dradis contacts bearing 399-carom-620.
- Fighter size... unknown configuration. - Raiders, has to be.
We got company. Pegasus, Starbuck, where the hell did these guys come from?
Starbuck, actual. You and Showboat double-time back to the nest.
On our way. I don't like these odds. Showboat, stay with me.
Defensive batteries, selective fire only. Watch out for our people.
Prep for jump as soon as we recover our birds.
Aye, sir.
These ships... I can almost see 'em. There's something weird about 'em.
Sir, shouldn't we launch alert Vipers and engage?
- That's not why we're here, Major. - Sir, we...
If we spot our missing ship, we go after her.
Otherwise, we jump out of here and report back to Galactica.
Pegasus, we got ourselves a problem.
Our new friends don't wanna say goodbye.
Sir, FTL crew reports power failure in the main navigational computer.
You gotta be kidding me!
Let's go to emergency backup. We need those jump coordinates.
They're all over us! We can't break free!
Ensign, direct all batteries to commence full auto fire, close range.
Now, ensign!
- What the frak? - We're inside their firing solution.
No frakking kidding. Open up with all you got. We're gonna shoot ourselves a hole.
- Is that gonna work? - No, but it'll make you feel better.
Frak!
Son of a bitch!
It's like she was trying to get us killed.
Major Shaw has the authority to take any action necessary to protect this ship.
- She's a loose cannon. - And she's also the X0.
And frankly, ordering that barrage probably saved your skin.
- Forgive me if I don't say thanks. - Look, Kara, just...
Don't.
You wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking?
That was a nice bit of flying, but I'd think twice about questioning tactical orders.
Tactical orders? That's what you call blowing the crap out of your own pilots?
Questioning orders is a bad idea on this ship, Captain.
- How many Raiders? - Reading 12 signatures.
That's more than we anticipated.
One squadron should be able to handle them and destroy the target.
Launch Blue Squadron.
- Sir, new contacts. - What the hell?
There's a lot of jamming, but I'm reading 15 full squadrons of Raiders.
They must have jumped in right as we launched our fighters.
This isn't a con relay, this is a staging ground.
Recall the Vipers, sir? Sir?
Two minutes to contact.
The Cylons knew we were coming. We have to recover the Vipers
- and jump out of here while we can. - No.
Scramble the reserves. Order them to provide cover while Blue attacks.
- They'll be outnumbered four to one. - A squadron of Raiders is inbound.
Activate defensive batteries.
Not responding. The network's locked us out of our weapons grid.
Then have gun crews assume manual control.
Admiral, we are hugely outnumbered and now our own weapons grid won't respond.
What more proof do we need this is a trap?
All the more reason to launch everything we've got.
This is exactly what you said we wouldn't do.
Even if we succeed, is this relay really worth the lives and planes it will cost?
Mr Belzen, are you refusing to carry out my orders?
Sir, I cannot in good conscience obey them.
Mr Belzen, give me your sidearm.
- Sir. - I said, "Give me your sidearm."
Now!
Gods!
Colonel Fisk.
Colonel Fisk!
You are now my X0.
My order still stands. Will you execute it?
This is the X O.
Launch all remaining squadrons.
The controls on airlocks four, ten and twelve have gone active.
- We're being boarded by the Cylons. - Colonel, fire up the fast response teams.
Lieutenant, get to secondary damage control.
They're gonna try and vent our air before we have a chance to fight back.
Go!
They're coming this way, killing everyone!
Go to CIC, you'll be safe.
What the frak?
You, step away from the admiral!
- Lieutenant! - I said step away from the admiral. Now!
- You two, take her into custody. - Belay that. What the hell is going on?
- She's helping us with the weapons grid. - No, she wasn't, sir. She's a Cylon spy.
Oh, for God's sake.
Mr Hoshi. Can you please show us the security feed from airlock four?
This is crazy. I don't know what she thought she saw, but...
My gods!
- Get that thing off my bridge. - Yes, sir.
Act like officers, godsdammit.
You got everybody watching you on this deck.
Where the hell did they come from?
Been a long time since I've seen one of these outside a museum.
- And you say the entire fleet jumped you? - They came out of nowhere.
- You must find this terribly disturbing. - Why would you assume that?
Well, it can't be pleasant. Confronted with all the evidence
that in the not-so-distant past, your people really were walking appliances.
These models served a purpose. They liberated us from our human oppressors.
Having achieved that worthy goal,
you chose to emulate said oppressors even more closely.
God made man in His image.
Why shouldn't humanity's children acknowledge their debt to their creator?
Besides,
these bodies allow us to better appreciate His creation in all its glory.
Amen to that.
Why would the Cylons resurrect a machine
that by their standards is hopelessly obsolete?
Maybe they didn't resurrect it.
Maybe they were out here all along.
There's something you wanna tell us?
There are references in our databases to a force of Centurions called Guardians.
Early models that escaped being scrapped.
- What did these Guardians guard? - A hybrid.
An entity that represents a first step in our evolution
from pure machines to organic beings.
From them to us.
- A Cylon missing link? - More like an evolutionary dead end.
Other hybrids were created before the experiment was abandoned,
but this one was the first.
And some think it's still alive, protected by these Guardians.
And that it's still somehow seeking its own way to evolve.
The last operation of the war,
Galactica was part of a task force that destroyed a Cylon base.
I was on that mission. The Cylons were supposedly building a super weapon.
Husker, Banzai. Godsdammit, where are you?
I got 'em, Banzai. Break left on my mark.
Now! Break, break, break!
Husker, Banzai. Form up and regroup with the squadron.
Banzai, Husker. Looks like Columbia's defences are down.
All Vipers, it's Banzai. Columbia needs our help. Clean house.
Check your nine, there's two headed for the main ship's defence zone.
Driving a hard right turn. Right behind them now!
We're right behind them!
- Break left! Break left! - I got him!
- Go get him, Adama. He's yours. - This cocksucker's mine.
- Smashed one flying toaster. - Clear Columbia airspace.
All clear. Break clear, right frakking now!
The Columbia is gone!
Oh, my gods, Columbia is gone!
Gods!
I have two bandits turning tail. Husker pursuing.
Are you crazy? This is no time to go off by yourself.
Don't be a hero, Adama!
Got you!
Where are you, frakker?
Come on! Come on!
Come on, motherfrakker!
Frakker.
All this has happened before, and it will happen again.
Is someone in there?
Help us. Help us. They left us here.
Don't leave us here, please.
I'm gonna get you out of there.
We're civilians.
We're traders, from Gemenon.
They jumped our convoy, they destroyed our escort, took us all prisoner.
There were 50 of us, but they've been taking us away one by one.
We could hear the others screaming.
We didn't know what was happening. Please, you've got to get us out of here.
I'm trying.
The door must be welded shut.
- What is it? What's happening? - I don't know. Feels like a quake.
The place is starting to come apart.
I got it.
It's still stuck. I can't open it any wider.
You gotta go... You gotta go get help.
- I'll stay here. - No, you can't do it by yourself. Just go!
Tell them what happened to us. Our ship was the Diana. From Gemenon.
- Just tell them. - Stay here, you'll be trapped too.
Go!
Go! Go! Save yourself!
Go!
Galactica, Husker.
Galactica, this is Husker. Do you copy?
Roger that. Report status.
I crashed on the surface.
They were making something down here,
experimenting on people to do it. They're getting away with what they built.
Husker... Husker, the war is over.
What? Galactica, repeat!
The war is over. An armistice was just signed.
Activate your beacon and we'll send you the starbird.
Husker, respond.
They escaped with it, right before they signed the armistice.
If this hybrid still exists
and it's captured some of our people...
I don't wanna think about it.
Baltar and Tyrol were able to pull the Raider's computer
and download the ship's navigational data, extrapolate a possible base location.
It's more likely to be a ship. That's where we'll find our Raptor crew.
It's two or three jumps from where you were attacked.
I was just telling the commander that we can't afford to commit both battlestars.
Which is why I'm temporarily transferring my flag to Pegasus.
- You're going along? - You're still in command.
Let's just say I have a personal stake in this mission.
- A mission based on a Cylon legend. - It's not a legend, son.
I was in the place where they made that thing.
I saw what they did to make it.
We're not gonna let this happen again. Not to our own people.
Well, I'll...
I'll have my X0 start preparing an attack plan.
I'm afraid that brings up another matter, Commander.
Misdirection is the key. Pegasus jumps right into the hornet's nest.
They swarm us with their Raiders, we'll let them think they've taken out our FTL,
before moving off at sub-light speed, drawing them away.
That's when my strike team jumps in.
It's a risky plan, but I guess you know that.
Remember, it's search and rescue.
Find our people, set your nuke, get back in one piece.
Who's piloting the Raptor?
Captain Thrace. No other pilot I can trust to pull this off.
Well, I guess the question is whether I can trust you.
The president believes under Cain you were involved
in an incident aboard a civilian transport called Scylla.
An incident in which ten people were executed. Is it true?
I said, is it true?
I was there. I guess that's enough to indict me.
Why didn't you tell me?
You said you wanted to send a message to this ship's crew
about respecting Cain's legacy.
I am Cain's legacy.
I'm alive because of the choices she made.
So is everyone else on this ship.
I'll tell you something else...
Cain wouldn't have blinked twice at this plan.
Cos she knew that you don't win battles, never mind wars, without risking lives.
Are you finished?
Yes, sir. If you'd like my resignation, you can have it.
It'd be easier, wouldn't it?
Then you could go back to wallowing in self-pity,
cos poor Kendra is the only officer in the fleet who ever had to make a hard call.
Well, it's not gonna fly, Major, not while I'm in command.
The plan's risky,
but right now you're the only game in town.
So complete your mission, Major.
Your plan's approved.
This is Adriatic. Got another load of solid waste taking up our cargo hold.
This is Adriatic...
We're back with Gaius Baltar.
Doctor, people once thought of Pegasus as the answer to prayers.
Were they wrong?
The final casualty report lists 816 dead, 121 injured.
32 Vipers destroyed, 61 badly damaged.
The acting chief says we don't have enough parts to repair them all.
That's a rather high price for a tactically insignificant victory.
I wouldn't say insignificant, sir. I'd say we put the enemy on notice.
- The price we paid is my fault. - How do you figure that, Lieutenant?
I gave her... it my access codes. It used them to override our security lockouts.
You gave it something far more important than that.
You gave it your trust, as did I.
But this thing really knows how to manipulate human emotion.
It preys on it.
Lieutenant Thorne.
I want you to interrogate our Cylon prisoner, find out everything it knows.
And since it's so adept at mimicking human feeling,
I'm assuming that its software is vulnerable to them as well, so...
pain, yes, of course...
degradation...
fear... shame.
I want you to really test its limits.
Be as creative as you feel you need to be.
Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Thorne, access granted.
Admiral Cain to CIC. Admiral Cain to CIC.
Lieutenant, you're with me.
Colonel, sitrep.
We just detected a fleet of ships broadcasting Colonial lFF signatures.
Sir, they're civilians.
- A civilian fleet? - 15 ships, sir.
The captain's gone ahead to intercept.
Lieutenant, I want you to contact those ships' captains,
ask for crew and passenger manifests, along with the ships' schematics
- and inventories of weapons and parts. - Yes, sir.
Colonel, I want you to assemble teams of engineers and marines
and have them board each of those ships.
Sir, are we...
We're gonna take everything we need from those ships.
Once they realise our intent, there'll be resistance, so we need to act quickly.
Colonel, if you have a problem with any of this, I need to hear it now.
- No. - Get to work.
- Permission to come aboard. - Permission granted. Welcome.
We've prayed for this. The last time the Cylons found us we lost four ships,
but now, thank gods, you found us.
Mr Laird, Admiral Cain ordered me to give you this.
What is it?
A list of materials and passengers to be transferred to the Pegasus immediately.
Your name is on the list.
MY name?
Wait. You wanna take our FTL drives. We'll be helpless.
As I said, we're adding some of your people to our crew.
So... you're gonna decide, just like that, who lives and who dies?
We'll make whatever accommodations we can, but you have to understand...
we're at war.
Military need must take priority.
No. I don't understand. They're...
They're gonna take what they want and leave us to fend for ourselves.
You can't do that. You can't do it.
Listen, all of you!
We have orders to transfer the crewmen and the equipment on that list to Pegasus.
We have no wish to harm anyone, but we will use force if necessary.
No. No.
You can't do that. You can't do that.
- Keep them back! - You're here to help us.
You can't do that.
Ship-to-ship call from Colonel Fisk.
What's going on? We're already behind schedule.
Sir, they're denying us access to the rest of the ship.
We're not dealing with just individuals, sir, we have whole families here.
Then tell them you'll shoot the families of any selectee who doesn't comply.
Sir, did I hear you correctly? You don't seriously mean...
Just get it done, Colonel.
Corporal.
Get these people on the deck and get them lined up.
- No! Not my boy! - We have orders...
to shoot the families of any selectee who refuses to return with us.
We will carry out this order
unless those individuals are brought forward now.
- You're supposed to protect us! - I repeat, we will carry out this order.
We will shoot these people.
What are we doing, sir? Sir?
Colonel Fisk to Pegasus.
No!
My Son!
It's over.
The whole fleet has word of what happened here.
There won't be any more resistance.
Why did they do this?
Colonial One to Raptor 359er. Clear for docking approach.
Galactica to shuttle. You are cleared for landing...
So the XO's human after all.
I used to do that myself, scrub through the wireless bands.
Reminds you you're not alone out here.
Got any more?
More of what?
Whatever you're about to stick in your neck.
You don't miss much, do you?
Whatever floats your boat, right?
I came down here looking for a loose bottle, you came down here for...
Guess we're both just trying to take the edge off, right?
Guess so.
That's good, cos I'd hate to think that Lee's new X0 can't handle the pressure,
maybe wants to get busted back to peeling potatoes.
I'd hate to think Lee's favourite pilot wants to find herself scrubbing floors
for pilfering ship stores.
You keep my secret, sir, I'll keep yours.
Unconfirmed reports attribute President Roslin's miraculous recovery...
I've seen officers happier about promotion.
I am happy, sir. I guess I just don't know what I've done to deserve it.
Don't, Captain. Don't do it. Don't look back.
Sometimes we have to leave people behind so that we can go on,
so that we can continue to fight.
Girls, down!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Let's go! Let's go!
No! No! We gotta go! Come on!
Come on.
Helena, now listen to me. You've got to get your sister to a shelter.
Go. You're gonna protect her now. Go.
Dad!
Dad.
Come on.
- Come on, Lucy, get up! Get up! - I can't! I can't!
Come on, Lucy! Come on!
- Helena! - Come on!
- Helena! - Come on, Lucy, get up!
Helena! No!
Helena!
No!
Helena! Helena!
Come on! What are you waiting for?
They retreated!
- Lucy! - The field's clear. Come on out.
- Lucy! - The war's over!
Lucy!
Sometimes we have to do things...
that we never thought we were capable of.
If only to show the enemy our will.
Yesterday you showed me...
that you were capable
of setting aside your fear, setting aside your hesitation...
and even your revulsion...
every natural inhibition that in battle can be the difference between life and death.
When you can be this...
for as long as you have to be...
then you're a razor.
This war is forcing us all to become razors,
because if we don't, we don't survive.
And then we don't have the luxury of becoming simply human again.
Do you understand me?
Good.
Well done. Congratulations, Captain.
President Roslin's recent executive order outlawing abortion led to a demonstration...
- Chief said he already checked our mods. - He told me the same thing.
Hope for the best, plan for the worst,
as my mom, the sergeant major, used to say.
That all she taught you?
Fear gets you killed, anger keeps you alive.
Admiral Cain said the same thing.
She said to me once:
"if you can be this for as long as you have to be,
you're a razor."
A weapon can't feel fear,
has no regrets, just is.
Those two would've gotten along just fine.
Course, my mom was full of crap about a lot of things.
Held onto her anger so tight that in the end that's all she had left.
She died alone.
If you ask me, fear, anger...
two sides of the same coin.
You gotta let go of both.
You wanna hand me that wrench?
Set condition one throughout the ship.
All strike team personnel report to their aircraft.
Portside hull breaches. Deck four, frames 12 through 14.
Damage control crews are sealing them off now.
I'd say that's enough of that. Get the FTL offline.
- Bring her around, heading 161-carom-0. - Sir.
- They're pursuing, sir. - Well, let's hope they keep it up.
Looks like they bought it. Now let's go get our Raptor crew.
Maybe this'll be easier than we thought.
Guess again. Two bandits inbound. Showtime, people.
Ready?
Go! Go! Go!
Enemy battalion destroyed.
All wings regroup and continue pursuit of Battlestar Pegasus.
By your command.
Gunny, report.
Red Squad all accounted for.
Speak for yourself, Sarge. I'm still counting fingers and toes.
Knock it off, Hudson. Red Squad, form up on me.
Ain't it grand when a plan comes together?
Red Squad, on my mark,
fire thrusters.
They're blessed, if they've come for me.
I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me.
They will deny me the one true path,
played out in a world not their own.
It will end soon enough.
Red One, Pegasus.
Red One, this is Pegasus actual. Report mission and team status.
We were able to access an airlock in one of the radial arms,
proceeding towards the corner. Contact, no casualties.
Stay frosty. No telling how many toasters they left watching the house.
Shut your yap, Hudson. Maybe we won't have to find out.
What are you reading on thermals?
One heat source. Could be biological.
Near the core, but that's all.
Wait, I'm picking up four more signatures.
Two of them are pretty weak, but they're coming from about 30 metres ahead.
Could be our people. Gunny, take point.
Soon there will be four, glorious on awakening.
Struggling through knowledge of their true selves,
repaying the revelation,
bringing new clarity.
And in the midst of confusion, you will find her.
Enemies brought together by impossible longing.
Enemies now joined as one.
The way forward.
At once unthinkable yet inevitable.
The fifth, just a doomed shadow turned toward the light, hungry for redemption
that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering.
I can see them all.
The seven, now six, self-described machines
who believe themselves without sin,
but in time it is sin that will consume them.
They will know enmity, bitterness,
a wrenching agony, the one splintering into many.
And then they will join the promised land,
gathered on the wings of a angel.
Not an end, but a beginning.
- Holy frak. - Get 'em out of there. Go, go, go!
Help us.
Get 'em out of there! Come on!
CW0“!
Everybody out! Now!
Move!
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Man down! They got DaSilva! They got DaSilva!
No!
Pegasus, Red Two. Come in, Pegasus.
Copy, Red Two, but your signal is weak.
We've recovered two civilians. One dead, two wounded, including the X O.
We're pinned down, taking heavy fire. Mission outcome doubtful.
Pegasus, Red Two. Come 'm, Pegasus.
Pegasus? Frak!
Captain! Sitrep!
Captain.
We just lost communications. Cylons must be jamming.
What about the nuke? How's that detonator coming, Mathias?
Detonator's fried. Get it working.
What the hell was that with DaSilva?
Can't let them take any more prisoners, Captain.
- You saw what they were doing in there. - Yeah, I saw.
- Keep trying to resume communications. - Yes, sir.
Mr Hoshi.
Order nuclear ship-to-ship missile into launch tube three.
Aye, sir.
Nuclear mission order. Launch ship-to-ship missile into launch tube three.
- What are you doing? - They've been compromised.
We can't regain communications. We have to assume they've been lost.
We have to give them a chance.
Commander Adama?
- Open launch tube doors. - Open launch tube doors.
Major. Major!
Watch those corridors, Hudson.
Pegasus, Red Two. Come in.
Destroying that ship with people on board is a last resort.
Like it or not, this is no longer a rescue mission,
and gods know what'll happen to our people if they're captured.
I know what'll happen. I was there.
Missile loaded, Commander.
Release of nuclear weapons is authorised. Disable launch of warhead safeties.
Mr Hoshi, take your launch key, put it in the firing lock.
- Aye, sir. - Belay that order.
I'm not prepared to sacrifice any lives. Not yet.
- If you're wrong? - Then I'll have to live with it.
You said it yourself, Admiral, that thing may be headed toward Earth.
If it jumps away, we lose our only hope of taking it out.
Sir, jamming's clearing. Receiving a transmission from Red Two.
- Put it through on speakers. - Aye, sir.
Launch evac Raptor.
Pegasus, this is Red Two. Come in.
Yes. Red Two, this is Pegasus actual.
- Starbuck, report. - Still pinned down but holding on.
Tell me there's a ride waiting for us.
On their way, Red Two. The Raiders have broken off their attack.
- They're headed to your coordinates. - Roger that.
It means we're running out of time.
Evan Raptor's on its way. They want us to set the nuke and get out.
That's gonna be a problem. The remote detonator's shot.
- Can you rig a manual trigger? - Probably.
- Then do it. - Do it? What are you talking about?
We are completing this mission. Am I clear, soldier?
Yes, sir.
Red Two, Pegasus. Evac ETA two minutes.
This is Red Two. Give me actual.
This is actual. What's taking so long? They'll be on you any second now.
Our nuke's remote detonator is fried. We'll have to cook it off by hand.
Red One is still down for the count, which doesn't give us many options.
What are your orders, sir?
We've still got a missile in the tube.
That evac bird gets them off that ship, we can still fire it. Mr Hoshi.
The Raiders are in their air defence position.
You launch anything, they're gonna intercept it.
Then we have to leave someone behind, arm the warhead manually.
That's right.
This is your team, Son.
You make the call.
Red Two, this is Pegasus actual.
Get the X0, get your men and get to the evac coordinates.
Secure your men, then detonate the warhead using the manual trigger.
Complete your mission, Captain.
Understood.
- Sergeant, get ready to move out. - Sir.
All right. I need you on your feet. I'm gonna get you out of here.
Come on, everybody move! Let's go!
Get your suits on.
Come on, g0, 9°, 9°!
You too, Major. Let's get...
You too, Captain. Leave the nuke, if you don't mind.
What the frak are you doing?
Completing the mission.
Take it. I don't need it any more.
Major...
I just gave you an order, soldier.
Unless you wanna die, I suggest you obey it. Go.
Why?
You know damn well why.
Put on your suit, you're about to run out of air.
It's been an honour, Captain.
Come in, Major. I've been waiting for you for a long time.
You're what all this is about, aren't you?
- What are you? - What am I? A man.
Or am I a machine?
My children believe I am a god.
Are you? A god?
I have seen things.
Your life, Kendra Shaw.
The things you have done.
The things you felt you had to do, all leading to this moment.
You wish to be forgiven, my child.
I repeat, we will carry out this order.
We will shoot these people.
What are we doing, sir? Sir?
Do you wish to be forgiven?
- Yes. - Then come up closer.
There's something that I have to tell you.
Come.
Kara Thrace will lead the human race to its end.
- What? - She is the herald of the apocalypse.
The harbinger of death.
They must not follow her.
Evac Raptor inbound. Extraction complete. Clear of baseship.
Raptor's on its way back, sir. They have Starbuck aboard.
Major Shaw stayed behind.
Starbuck?
Actual.
This is Red One. Come in.
Red One, this is Pegasus actual. Report.
Commander, I gotta warn you.
It's Captain Thrace.
- Red One, report. - They're jamming us, sir.
- Red One, this is actual. Come in. - We lost her.
Actual...
Come in.
Actual.
As my own existence comes to a close,
only to begin anew, in ways uncertain...
You're scared, aren't you, motherfrakker?
You should be.
All this has happened before,
and will happen again.
Again.
You wanted to see me, Admiral.
Thank you for coming in.
Starbuck was here a little earlier.
She's recommended Major Shaw for a posthumous commendation.
She wasn't looking for medals.
No, she wasn't.
But I've been going through Cain's logs.
From a tactical perspective, it's hard to find fault in anything she did,
or that Kendra did.
They butchered innocent civilians, Dad.
Come on. How can you ignore that?
I know that I didn't have to face any of the situations that she did.
I had the president in my face,
arguing for the survival of the civilian fleet.
I have Colonel Tigh keeping me honest,
balancing my morality and my tactics.
And I had you.
Now...
You don't have any children, so you might not understand this,
but you see yourself reflected in their eyes.
And there are some things that I thought of doing with this fleet,
but I stopped myself because I knew I'd have to face you the following day.
If you hadn't been in CIC...
I would have ordered that strike.
Kara would be dead, so would the rest of the team.
You did nothing wrong. Neither did I.
We both made decisions that we had to to accomplish our missions.
Yeah.
Cain.
Kendra.
Were they wrong?
If I believed in the gods, I'd say they'd be judged by a higher power.
But since you don't believe?
Then history will have to make its judgments.
And since history's first draft will be written in our logs...
Well, then, I guess I've got some writing to do.
Think about that commendation.
Yeah, I will.
Not a lot to show for a life, huh?
I guess not.
You have any idea why she did it?
Maybe she thought she had a lot to answer for.
Maybe she had it coming.
We've all got it coming.
You might as well hear this from me.
I've asked to be reassigned to Galactica.
Any reason?
You might say that I have a beef with my commanding officer.
And... what's that?
The motherfrakker keeps trying to get me killed.
You ever think you might deserve it?
Speak for yourself, Lee. I have a destiny.
I had my palm read by a Cylon, remember?
- A destiny, right? - You'd better believe it.
So, I guess you are stuck with me till the end.
I gotta go break in your new CAG.
Sir.