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Visual, we've got our second bandit incoming.
Straight ahead. We're locked on!
Firing!
Where's that third Raider?
Visual, 3 o'clock.
Fire!
What's going on?
- We're fracked up! - What happened?
It's all good, we're all right.
Tow bandits, no missiles. Now I really don't like the math.
- Where the frak are you going? - Can't stay out in open space.
I though we couldn't outrun them?
- We can't. - Maybe I can slow them down.
- The frakked thing is jammed! - Let's go to plan B!
There's a plan B?
The fuselage is still largely intact, the jump drive will be too.
What the hell are you talking about?
We're gonna thread the needle. Let's see if the Toasters can file on.
One, two, three...
Husker? Are you counting?
One, two...
- One, two, three... - Don't try it!
No! Husker, no!
You're not gonna make it!
This is what we do!
Not bad, Husker.
Stupid,
but not bad.
Let's get our asses home.
No arguments there.
You okay?
- I'm all right. - Good.
Don't worry, we'll get you back to Galactica safe and sound, all right?
We can't go back.
Not yet, anyway.
I'm sorry, what?
I need you to send a simple hail on that frequency.
Pretty,
Our orders were to get you here, and that job is done.
Your orders are to do as I say so long as I'm aboard this ship
They are.
It's all right, they are.
Send the message.
Sure...
Let's just let every Toaster ship in the sector know exactly where we are.
Clever, I like it.
What the frak?
We got a response already?
It's like someone was camped out on that frequency.
Someone was.
What's the message?
They're coordinates.
And these are in Cylon space.
- Then that's where we're going. - No, it's not where we're going.
- Yes it is. - No, it's not where we're going.
I'm going home.
If you guys want to come with me, I'll take you. I'll give you a ride.
There are two month left on you tour. You're coming with us.
You want to spend the rest of your life in prison?
You're gonna get court martialed .
Do you really think you can talk to me in my...
I'm am the pilot of this ship!
You are a copilot!
Let me know when we're close.
I'm starting to like her even less than I like you.
Good.
Is that it?
Coordinates are on the far side of that big rock.
Still nothing on Dradis?
With all this radiation, Dradis ain't worth a damn.
You could hide a fleet of Base Stars in this system.
You better go wake up her holiness.
Dr. Kelly?
Beka, wake up.
Ezra...
It's you.
You were talking in your sleep.
- What did I say? - Nothing.
You called me Ezra.
Look, you don't have to explain who he is, if you don't want.
- You've heard of Ezra Barzel? - Of course I have.
Old Marine who took out an entire Cylon platoon single-handed.
A lot of the guys joined up at the Academy because of him.
It's an inspiring story.
He was an inspiring man...
and a good husband.
I hope you had a nice snooze.
We're about to find out what kind of funny game you got us into this time.
Approaching coordinates.
Dradis contact. Multiple readings.
It is a fleet.
Colonial transponders. It's one of ours.
There you go!
All right.
And, it looks like they're sending a greeting party.
Hello, people!
They're coming in hot!
Weapons locked on.
Unidentified Raptor,
answer password challenge "Spigot."
What the frak?
I don't know.
This is Raptor Niner-zero-niner, attached to the Battlestar Galactica.
We do not know of any password.
- We're here on a special mission. - Repeat.
Repeat, challenge is "Spigot." You have five seconds to respond
or we'll open fire.
- 5 sec to respond. - You have any password?
Two...
Three...
- You read the order? - I did.
- I don't know. - Coker we need that password.
- I'll think of something. - They're engaging us.
They'll open fire any minute. We're from Galactica!
Arrow!
Response is arrow!
Affirmative.
Niner-zero-niner,
follow me to the outer marker, then contact the LSO on frequency 134
for landing instructions.
Roger that.
You might have told us that bit of business
before we almost got our asses shot off?
Everything I tell you has to be on a need-to-know basis. That's the order.
Frak.
You see that Battlestar? Wait, is that Valkyrie?
- I don't know. - It is.
It's Valkyrie!
Valkyrie was destroyed at Canceron Prime.
No. It was reported destroyed.
You see that heavy cruiser over there?
That's the Loki.
She was reported lost. Presumed destroyed, too.
It's a fleet of ghost ships hiding out in Cylon space.
Get the Admiral on the horn
I'm coming aboard to brief him on a Priority 1 mission.
Fit *** out for a 12-league Jump, we need ten of his new Mark Threes
loaded for bear and prepped for an atmospheric insertion.
Oh, and detail a Raptor for Dr. Kelly here.
Commander.
- Commander on deck. - Ensign William Adama,
- As you were. - Squadron VA- 42, Galactica.
We brought Dr. Kelly here
and I'd like to volunteer our bird for this mission.
- How long you been flying, Junior? - This is my first op, Sir.
but my ECO and I have already taken out two Cylon SAMS and three Raiders.
Three bandits? In a Raptor? That true?
It's true enough.
Thanks, son, but I think we'll use one of our own birds on this one.
Commander!
Commander,
these men have gotten me this far in one piece.
I'd like to stick with them.
Have it your way.
Thank you, commander.
Make sure the other pilots are volunteers, too.
Did you just hear that? "Volunteers."
So?
So, congratulations, Husker.
You just signed us up for a one-way trip.
We're on course to Djerba, a former winter resort moon in Sector 12.
Cylons took it over early in the war as a strategic outpost...
Now it's so deep in their space that intel says it's mostly unguarded.
some ground forces with support ships visiting periodically, no Base Stars.
A spec ops Marine Recon team has already been inserted.
Our job is to deliver Dr. Kelly safely to the operators,
then bug out and let them take her the rest of the way to her objective.
I want all Vipers prepped by 1400, tactical jump to follow at 1500.
Let's get to work, gentlemen.
Is that Jim Kirby,
or are my eyes going along with the rest of me?
Coker, good to see you.
- How you doing, buddy? - All good.
That was a heck of a surprise, men. I read your name on the casualty list.
When Valkyrie, you know... supposedly bought it.
We almost did. Ship was shot to hell.
But when Command realized she could be salvaged, they saw an opportunity.
Assemble a fleet of "dead" ships and head where they're least expected.
- That's good. - Creepy.
They made us all witness our own death certificates.
Are you kidding me?
- "Give your all for the war," right? - Yeah, "us or them".
So, I'm guessing that...
you being "dead" and all, you haven't had a chance to talk to Janey.
I saw her.
I had a couple of days leave on Picon.
So what are you gonna tell me now? She's remarried?
Not that I'd blame her, just this frakking war.
She's on her own.
Well, she's...
She's got a kid.
A kid? What're you talking about?
She's got a boy.
He's got her hair, man, he's got her nose...
he's got your eyes.
What are you saying?
I've got a son? That's what you're telling me?
Yeah, you do. Anslem.
- That's his name. - That's my father's name.
I know.
Really, I got a son? You motherfrakker!
I've got a son.
I've got a frakking son.
This is the Commander. 30 min to combat jump.
Pilots to their planes. Action stations, set Condition One throughout the ship.
Jump!
Jump complete.
No dradis contacts.
Approaching launch window in ten,
nine,
eight,
seven...
Dradis contact.
Base Star bearing two-seven-five, carom four-one-two,
Range two thousand. Inbound.
Have they made us yet?
No.
They still haven't scrambled their Raiders.
But even in stealth mode, they're gonna pick us up soon,
and they'll see us if we try to launch.
We can still abort.
This is the commander.
We've encountered a Base Star.
We're going to engage.
We'll launching the raptor along with the vipers.
The objectif of the viper fleet
is to drag the fight away from the ice of Djerba.
Kirby, Elias, you accompany the Raptor down.
It is critical that Dr. Kelly reachs her objective
The fate of this world
hinges on the succes of this mission.
Activate all batteries and arm the nukes.
They've seen us.
They're launching Raiders.
Launch.
Launch all planes!
Viper 5-3-4, thrust positive and steady.
Go for launch.
Viper 9-0-9,
interval check thrust positive and steady.
You're go for launch.
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