02x10 - Pegasus

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Previously on Battlestar Galactica:

Gives me the creeps, seeing him acting like that with her.

How could one of us get that roped-in by one of them?

Look, Chief, I know how she felt about you.

She loved you.

You know what?

I should probably be grateful to you, because that freak in her belly could have been mine.

Do you have actual memories of being with the Chief before the Cylon att*ck?

You're the father of my child.

You're the first in my heart.

And nothing is ever going to change that.

All right, here's the deal: we are going to build a new fighter.

Blackbird test flight cleared for launch.

Galactica, Apollo, I've lost her.

Of course you lost contact.

It's a damn stealth ship, remember?

Action stations, action stations.

Set condition one throughout the ship.

This is not a drill.

Repeat: action stations, action stations.

Well, Madam President, looks like you picked a hell of a day for a visit.

This is the Commander.

Sitrep.

Bogey just Jumped into dradis range CBDR.

From the size of it, it's probably a Cylon baseship.

CAP's on its way to intercept it.

Alert the fleet to an emergency Jump.

I'm on my way with the President.

Galactica, Apollo, I'm outbound on course to the base star, Kat alongside me.

I estimate one minute till intercept.

Roger that, Apollo.

Be advised, alert fighters have launched and will take station on your six in three minutes.

Sitrep.

Alert fighters have launched.

New dradis contact, they're launching raiders.

How long till we Jump?

Another two minutes.

Sir... sir, I'm getting Colonial transponders.

Colonial?

Hell, now they're using our own signals against us.

Maybe.

Weapons hold.

Hold the Jump too.

Something up your sleeve, I take it?

All ships, Galactica, hold Jump.

Say again, hold Jump.

Ship to ship, Colonial priority one channel.

Send hostile challenge and ID.

Then put your reply up on the speakers.

Attention, unknown vessel: this is the Battlestar Galactica.

Identify yourself, or we will fire upon you.

Range now 1,700, sir.

This is the Battlestar Pegasus to the ship claiming to be the Galactica.

Please respond.

Pegasus, how could that be?

The entire fleet was destroyed.

Give me direct contact.

Pegasus, this is Galactica Actual.

Authenticate identity with recognition codes immediately.

Sir, I'm receiving Colonial recognition codes.

They're authentic.

Galactica, this is Pegasus Actual.

Adama, is that you?

Admiral Cain.

What a pleasure to hear your voice.

Disengage.

Red Team, disengage.

Red Team, disengage.

Commander, I don't know what to say.

This is a miracle.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Step down to condition one throughout the fleet.

Galactica, Apollo, you are not going to believe what I'm looking at out here.

It's like a dream.

It is a dream.

PegasusRaptor 861, Galactica.

Skids down, mag secure.

Welcome aboard, Admiral.

Get into ranks, people!

Look sharp.

This isn't recess.

Come on, the landing party's here.

Dress and cover.

Nice of you to show up.

Couldn't get here too early.

Group!

Attention!

Admiral Cain, welcome aboard the Galactica.

Commander Adama, it's an honor.

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.

Captain Taylor. Kara Thrace.

Captain Taylor.

Admiral, I'm fairly burning with questions.

I hope you don't mind if I just dive in.

Please.

How did you find us?

Well, we were tracking a Cylon fleet.

We were trying to predict their movements, which seemed rather random, initially, until we realized that they were just Jumping to systems with natural resources.

So we began to scout those systems ourselves, hoping to carry out hit-and-run att*cks on their fleet.

But instead of finding the Cylons, we found you.

So you've been attacking their fleet?

Well, you know what they say about the best defense.

Hmm.

How did you avoid the initial Cylon att*ck on the Colonies?

I'll have another, if you don't mind.

Galactica's finest.

Ahh.

That beats the hell out of the nickel tour.

Thank you.

I figure if you've seen one old battlestar, you've seen them all.

Yeah, well, she's an old one.

I can't believe the Cylons didn't kick your ass up one side and down the other in this bucket.

Sorry.

And just for that...

you have to skip this round.

We were docking at Scorpion Fleet Shipyard.

We were getting ready to go in for a three-month overhaul.

Most of the crew was getting ready for extended shore leave and family reunions.

XO had the deck.

I was down in my quarters, wrapping up some paperwork, and getting ready to pack up and go home to Tauron.

And that's when the Cylons att*cked.

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 defenseless.

So I ordered a Jump.

To where?

Wherever.

Nowhere.

Just Jump.

Blind Jump.

You could've ended up anywhere.

Gutsy call.

Desperate move.

Didn't see any other choice.

Well, 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?

No.

I sometimes forget about the rules of m*llitary protocol.

Admiral Cain is my superior officer.

She will take complete command of the entire fleet.

I was wondering how to broach that topic.

Trust me when I say that while the chain of command is strict, it is not heartless, and neither am I.

This is your ship, and I have no desire to interfere with Galactica's internal affairs.

I appreciate it, Admiral.

Madam President, you look like I just sh*t your dog.

No, it's just... it's just the Commander and I, we've been through a lot.

Excuse me.

Madam President?

If you'll both excuse me.

Admiral, I can't tell you how grateful we are to have you here.

Thank you for finding us.

Madam President.

The Secretary of Education?

She's come a long way.

I'm sure.

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 att*ck.

Those two were real close.

He had 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'd she do?

She asked for his g*n, sh*t him in the head with it in front of the whole crew.

And then she turned to me.

What did you do?

Well, I ordered the frakkin' att*ck.

What do you think I did?

No, no, I'm just joking.

I'm just kidding, you know, huh?

It gives me no pleasure to have to take command, Bill.

I want you to know that.

Don't give it a moment's thought, Admiral.

I fly one of the Raptors.

Is this a scorecard?

You guys put scorecards on the side of your ships?

Like you don't keep score.

You don't see me painting them on the side like I'm bragging to the whole frakking universe.

That's 48 kills right there.

Special.

Do you have caps and T-shirts too?

Where's the Galactica CAG?

Right here.

Let's hear the run-down on this squadron of yours, Captain.

I see you don't keep track of your kills.

You should start... encourages morale, gets competition going, esprit de corps.

Well, that's one philosophy.

It's Admiral Cain's philosophy.

That means it's your philosophy now, Captain.

The name of my Commander is Adama, which should be pretty easy to remember, because 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.

And my main focus is on Cylon detection.

We have our own Cylon prisoner.

I'd like you to examine it as soon as possible.

See if you can glean anything from it.

I wonder who the Cylon will turn out to be.

Stranger, familiar face, trusted friend who suddenly turns out to be the enemy?

Did you hear what I just said?

Yes, yes. And I'd be really...

I'd be very happy to examine the prisoner.

Commander.

Admiral.

Admiral, I am so sorry.

That is one ugly baby.

Excuse me?

You mind if I take a look around?

I'm Laird, PegasusDeck Chief.

Oh, hey.

Yeah. Tyrol.

Thanks for sending over these parts.

Yeah, look at whatever you like.

DDG-62s.

I'll be.

I designed these engines.

I thought they phased them out over ten years ago.

You're an aeronautical engineer?

Yeah, I was.

Then the w*r happened and I got drafted into being Deck Chief on Pegasus.

So you're really a civilian?

How'd that happen?

I was on the Scylla, and we got picked up by the Pegasus.

Things happened.

Mind if I crawl around inside here?

I heard you designed this yourself.

I'd love to see how you did it.

Yeah, go ahead.

Pegasushas been resupplying Galactica from its own reserve, for m*llitary operations.

Which I completely support, but when will some of these supplies start getting out to the Fleet?

Well, Admiral Cain has assured me that those supplies are on their way.

Well, at least she's taking your phone calls.

I can't even get her to answer mine.

I'll bring it to her attention.

How are you doing with all this?

She outranks me.

It's as simple as that.

You know, if President Adar stepped off that Raptor, I'd be elated, grateful to have someone take over.

And yet...

I don't want to go to the "And yet" part.

I've been taking orders my entire career.

This is no different.

Well, then, Commander, thank you.

We would appreciate all the help you can give us.

You shall receive it.

Sounds like you were both drunk.

No question.

But he wasn't lying; I can tell you that right now.

Well, I hope you won't jump to conclusions.

Wait for all the facts.

Context matters.

Context?

That woman sh*t an officer right in front of the crew.

We sh*t down an entire civilian transport with over a thousand people on board.

Says so right there.

That was completely different.

And we don't know there were people on that ship.

Which is why I hope the Admiral reads the complete log and understands the context.

We should ask Admiral Cain for her logs, just so we can put her in context.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Don't get too close.

It k*lled seven of my crew.

Do you want my guards to come in with you?

Feeling scared, Gaius?

Want the big, bad soldiers to protect you from the mean old Cylon prisoner?

No, I think we'll be just fine.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

My God, Gaius, it's me.

Look what they've done to her.

Open the door, now, please.

She must have struggled.

She must have fought back.

That doesn't justify this.

Stop it.

Hello?

Hello, can you hear me?

She's obviously been abused, tortured.

Yes.

But there's no obvious sign of head trauma.

Voluntary eye movement suggests 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 patronize me.

I'm not patronizing you.

I'm trying to reason with you.

If I'm going to help her, I have to understand her first.

Will you help her, Gaius?

I will do everything I can.

After all, she is remarkably similar to someone I care about a great deal.

I think it would be best if you left us alone for a time.

It suffered no serious head injuries therefore no physical damage to its neural pathways or cognitive reasoning centers.

But it's quite clearly traumatized, which would suggest that its current condition is psychological in nature.

Had you thought of that?

No.

It shows that the Cylon consciousness is just as susceptible to the same pressures and cleavages as the human psyche.

It can be manipulated in the same fashion.

Simply put, Admiral, you have already used the stick.

It's time to use a carrot.

Please give the doctor whatever he needs.

Aye, sir.

Commander, having read your logs, it appears that you have been through quite an ordeal.

We've had our moments.

Well, you did yourselves proud.

Thank you, Admiral.

As I told you, we were tracking a Cylon Fleet when we found Galactica.

And now that I've had a chance to compare their route to your ship's logs, it's quite clear that they've been following you.

Our recon so far tells us that the fleet is composed of two base ships, about a dozen or so support ships and one large vessel that we are still unable to identify.

It's this large ship here that I'm interested in.

What's its function?

Is it a command and control ship?

A Raider factory?

Possibly.

Whatever it is, the Cylons are protecting it.

That's what I'd call a tempting target.

Hmm.

And here I was getting ready to do a whole song and dance about combining resources for a joint strike mission.

Any chance of hitting the Cylons where it hurts... my pleasure.

I'll have Apollo coordinate with your CAG.

Which leads me to the next subject, Commander.

I'm going to integrate the crews.

And I'm starting by reassigning Captain Adama to the Pegasusair wing.

I have a team that works very well together.

Let's just cut through it, shall we?

After reviewing your logs, it is my judgment that having your son as Galactica CAG has been a grave mistake.

He's been insubordinate, even mutinous, and these are direct quotes from your logs, by the way.

And I dare say he's not the only one with disciplinary problems.

There's a Kara Thrace who habitually strikes fellow officers and disobeys orders.

This Lieutenant Agathon has fraternized with and evidently impregnated an enemy agent.

Let's not even discuss your XO.

So...

There is a complete list of the transfers.

I thought you said you had no desire to interfere with my command.

I'm saving your command, Bill.

You're way too close to these officers, and it's blinding you to their weaknesses and to the damage that they're doing to unit cohesion and to morale.

I don't agree.

Well, that is certainly your right.

You have your orders.

Transfer to Pegasus?

Why the frak should we do that?

Because those are your orders.

We can't just let her come over here...

That's a load of crap!

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 PegasusCAG.

Dismissed.

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 they will be in this star system next.

We will hide behind this moon, which has an abnormally large magnetotail and will mask our dradis signatures.

We'll power down, hide near the surface, wait for the fleet to pass by.

Starbuck?

You have something to add?

Your plan sucks.

And the Cylons aren't stupid.

That moon's a blind spot.

They'll never go near it.

You really want to get close?

You got to use the stealth ship we constructed aboard Galactica.

The homemade tin can?

That's enough.

Starbuck, you're off this mission.

Whiplash, Thumper get your optical gear ready.

Apollo, you'll pilot the Raptor with me.

Your jacket says you qualified in one.

Remember how to fly it?

Yes, sir.

Good. Dismissed.

They expect us to take this lying down?

Now you're driving a frakking Raptor.

It's humiliating.

A surveillance package?

Go get the Blackbird.

Take some pretty pictures of our Cylon ship.

Copy that.

Cheers, everybody.

Chief, where's the Blackbird?

Oh, Lieutenant Thrace took it out.

She said Admiral Cain ordered a performance check-out.

What?

Hey, Chief.

Deserve a frakking medal.

We haven't seen booze for months.

This place is a frakking party.

I heard you guys even got yourselves a Cylon.

Heard she's a hot one too.

Like to get me some of that Cylon stuff, huh?

A little of the oh-yeah, oh-yeah.

That's enough, guys.

Just shut up.

Ohh, sensitive.

You got a soft spot for the little robot girl, do you?

Who the hell are you?

You remember when Thorne put that "Please disturb" sign up on the brig?

I got in line twice.

Oh, I hear that.

Remember she was just laying there, like, with that blank look on her face.

Do you mind?

Ooh, frisky.

That hurts.

What is the function of this ship?

I don't know.

Here, take a closer look.

What makes it so important?

Why would two basestars be tasked to protect it?

I don't...

I don't know.

Think Thorne'll give us a chance at this one too?

Nah, I heard him say he's going to have to break her in a little first.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not here, not here.

Who the hell's this Thorne?

Lieutenant Thorne, sir, Cylon interrogator.

Rides 'em hard and keeps 'em talkin'.

Your little robot girl is in for quite a ride.

Yee-ha!

No, no, no, no. No.

Think about it.

We need to go.

What the frak?

Okay... no!

Move; move; move; move.

Get out of the way!

Move; move; move; move.

Get out of the way!

No!

Get off her!

Freeze!

Freeze!

Don't either of you frakking move!

Don't move!

Don't either of you frakking move!

Don't move.

Get down. Get down!

On your knees, hands behind your head.

Now!

Hands behind your head.

Do it now.

Do it!

He's dead.

Pegasus, Raptor 923.

We've cleared Galactica and are en route with prisoners and the body of Lieutenant Thorne.

The as*ault happened here.

They should face court-martial on Galactica.

Commander, I am the senior convening authority present, and they will be tried onPegasus.

They're my men.

One of my men is dead.

Fine.

We both have strong feelings about the case that only underlines the need for an impartial trial.

Oh, you mean an independent tribunal?

Because according to your logs, Commander, you dissolved an independent tribunal when you didn't like the verdict.

And if I'm not mistaken, Chief Tyrol was on trial there as well.

That was a different time.

Yes, indeed it was.

I'll be in touch, Commander.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, get out.

The food is yours.

It's not a trick.

I'm not going to take it away at the last second.

You know, I... um... I'm just going to talk right now.

I don't expect you to say anything.

Back on Caprica, before the att*ck...

and sometimes I forget there was a world before the att*ck...

I knew someone... a woman unlike any other woman I'd ever known.

She was unique... beautiful, clever, intensely sensual.

When she wasn't in my bed, she was in my thoughts.

She was a Cylon.

And she changed my life in a very real, very fundamental way in that I have quite literally never stopped thinking about her, because I love her.

To this very day, I love her.

And she looks exactly like you.

My name is Gaius Baltar, and I'm here to help you.

Check me on these Jump coordinates.

Sorry.

Jump coordinates verified.

You seem a little distracted, Captain.

Something I should know about?

Two of my friends just got arrested and charged with treason.

I suggest you file that under, "Not your problem."

We have a recon mission to perform.

I need your head in the game.

Right.

Pegasus, Blue Team, Jump coordinates set and verified.

Ready to FTL.

We will Jump in ten minutes.

On my mark... mark.

Any word on the Chief, sir?

He's going to have to stand trial.

He's a good man, sir.

I know. I'll do everything...

Commander Adama, contact the CIC, ASAP.

Adama.

I just talked to Fisk.

Court-martial's over.

Over?

When did it start?

I don't know, but they've been found guilty on all counts.

She's going to execute them both for m*rder and treason.

I want a Marine strike team in a Raptor in five minutes.

Prepare to launch alert fighters.

You 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 a trial could they have possibly had?

I assure you I heard them out.

I weighed their statements against those of the guards, and I took into consideration their service records and commendations.

It was a difficult decision, Commander, but I dare say it was a fair one.

They have the right to have their case heard by a jury.

I am a flag officer on detached service during a time of w*r.

Regulations give me broad authority in this matter.

Launch the fighters.

You can quote me whatever regulation you'd like.

I'm not not going to let you execute my men.

I highly suggest you reconsider that statement, Commander.

Admiral, Galactica is launching Vipers and a Raptor.

Commander, why are you launching Vipers?

Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon to be handed over to my Marines as soon as they arrive.

I don't take orders from you.

Call it whatever you like.

I'm getting my men.

You are making such a mistake.

I'm getting my men.

Action stations.

Admiral, this will spiral out of control fast.

Launch the alert Vipers.

Adama has taken us over the line.

He's left me with no choice.

Launch the alert Vipers.

Here is the good one watch me What?

Football!