"LOST PLANET OF THE GODS PART I"
Your own sister's a pilot and a warrior.
She's my sister, not my wife-to-be!
Felgercarb!
This disease has swept through every fighter pilot.
Remember, you're flying a Viper.
Thinking what you want it to do is enough to make it happen.
They send out patrols, do they not?
Capture one!
NARRATOR: There are those who believe that life here began out there,
far across the universe,
with tribes of humans
who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians
or the Toltecs or the Mayans.
Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man
who even now fight to survive
somewhere beyond the heavens.
Serina, I just can't remember
when I had such a wonderful repast.
You outdid yourself.
I didn't do anything. In fact, I'm all thumbs.
If it hadn't been for Athena...
Oh. You should see her.
Well, believe me, I am an expert in the art of culinary graces.
And you're a find, Serina. You're a genuine find.
APOLLO: Yes, she is. She's certainly...
And if I were 100 yahrens younger...
But some young man will soon fall into the lap of early glory.
I was told in an instructional period
that some people are just naturally slow.
That doesn't mean they're actually stupid.
They're just slow.
ADAMA COUGHS
Well, you know, Commander, the real problem with cooking like this?
Couple of meals a day,
a fellow wouldn't be able to climb into a cockpit.
Exactly. Now, that is exactly the trouble.
You two are the next on patrol, aren't you?
I don't wish to bring this momentous evening to an end,
but we have been gorging ourselves on this delicious food
for nigh on three millicentons, waiting...
All right. All right.
Serina and I have decided
that is, if Boxey is willing and supportive,
we would like very much to be married.
Oh, I'm so happy for you.
LAUGHS Thank you.
| just didn't think you'd get around to it.
Neither did I.
I hope we have your blessing, Commander.
SIGHS My dear, you not only have my blessing,
you have the blessings of the Lords of Kobol.
Congratulations, my son.
Thank you, Father.
You've made a father very happy.
ALL LAUGHING
Uh, well, as best man,
I've got to see to the groom's send-off preparations.
Going to be a real bash.
Uh, thanks for the food. I hate to run.
STAMMERING Pleasure dining with you, Commander.
Apollo, don't forget our patrol.
Congratulations, Serina. Uh...
Athena...
Uh,bye.
All I did was smile.
Athena, Starbuck has such a well-defined sense of what lies in waiting.
That's what makes him such a good advance scout.
Section 12, launch bay Alpha, stand by to launch.
Fighter Patrol 2, acknowledge when ready.
Stand by to launch Fighter Patrol 1...
So many times I couldn't count 'em.
Starbuck, you sound like it's all coming to an end.
This is nothing but a routine patrol.
We have to find out what's out in front of the fleet.
That's what I mean. See, this patrol, it's... It's, uh...
Well, it's kind of the last one we'll ever have as...
Well, you know.
The way we are. Starbuck, are you jealous?
SIGHS
Yeah, I guess in a way I am. Don't tell anyone else, huh?
No, I won't tell anybody else.
SIGHS
You know something?
I think what you're trying to say is pretty nice.
We've had a lot of good times.
Transferring launch control to Viper fighters.
Patrol 2, launch when ready.
Launch Viper Fighter Patrol 1. Launch when ready.
IMPERIOUS LEADER: I have examined your epistle
suggesting you will be able to locate the humans.
SOFTLY Why, yes.
Oh, yes.
I... I think as they do!
STAMMERING |... |...
I know where they will go, what they must do.
| find your reasoning logical.
Then,
I am to be... IMPERIOUS LEADER: Spared.
To serve the Empire!
IMPERIAL LEADER: Lucifer.
I'm sending you a base ship
entirely under your command.
It will be my pleasure, Baltar.
I think I can assure you, with some sense of pride,
you will inherit the most capable Centurions in all the Empire.
STARBUCK: So many good times together.
Starbuck, I'm not dying.
No... Not exactly.
I've thought a lot about what I'm doing...
SIGHS
...and I've never been happier about anything in my whole life.
BEEPING
Starbuck... I got it.
My panel's lighting up like a meteor fire.
BEEPING
Uh, Apollo. Dead ahead.
It's almost black out there.
Like a dead sea. I've never seen anything like it.
Neither have the instruments.
There's nothing out there for them to lock onto.
The navigational sensors are lost.
This is no place to bring the fleet.
As long as we're here, I’d better see
how far we can go without getting lost.
Maybe I can edge out a little further
and see what’s on the other side of this void.
Once out there, you may not find your way back.
Let me do it. You’ve got somebody waiting for you...
Apollo!
Now, don't get too far from me.
I'm barely holding a fix on the way back as it is.
Apollo!
SIGHS Felgercarb.
APOLLO: Incredible. It’s an ocean of darkness.
Nothing as far as the eye can see.
No stars, moons, planets, nothing.
STARBUCK: Apollo, I can barely read you. Turn around.
Keep talking, Starbuck, I'm using your voice as a navigational fix.
STARBUCK: Apollo, I can't...
Changing wavelengths. Can you read me, Apollo? Over.
Starbuck?
Apollo, are you there? Is anything wrong? RADIO STATIC
Look, I'm as far out as I can go
without losing my fix on our return.
Should I come out to find you? Do you read me, Apollo?
Apollo?
SIGHS Oh, frak.
Lords of Kobol, is this what I think it is?
Huh? Oh!
This is gonna be the best bachelor send-off any warrior ever got.
Greenbean, where did you get this?
Not here. Not here.
You wanna get us stripped and moduled?
PILOT: Hey, security's coming! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Here.
Hurry. BOTTLES CLINKING
Stand alert!
Well, it looks as if we're having a festivity.
Has this been approved?
Where are you getting your victuals?
Who is responsible for this?
lam.
What is it you want, Lieutenant?
CHUCKLES Colonel Tigh.
Uh, excuse me. I...
STAMMERING I mean, we were just doing our duty.
Some ale and Ambrosa has disappeared
from the officers' ration and... Well, uh...
Yes, Lieutenant?
Well, obviously, if Galactica’s
executive officer is in charge here,
there's no reason for any further questions.
By your leave? Dismissed.
There's only one thing worse than lifting rations from the officers' mess.
Do you know what that is, Flight Sergeant?
No, sir.
It's getting caught lifting rations from the officers' mess.
Do | make myself clear?
Good. Yes, sir.
Captain Apollo and Starbuck should be returning
from patrol anytime now.
Let's see to it that things are in full swing.
ALL LAUGHING
Whoo-hoo!
MAN: All right!
Omega, patrol status, please.
Captain Apollo's patrol is still beyond scanning range.
That's odd.
Probe 1 to Galactica. Do you read?
Come in, Starbuck. RADIO STATIC
Apollo, do you read? Do you read?
Okay, Captain, I'm about to disobey orders,
so, uh, if you want to stop me, I'll give you one millicenton.
Then I'm going to barrel ahead at full turbo, firing my lasers.
|'|| either find you or, uh, we'll both be lost. SIGHS
If I do find you, I'm going to execute a perfect 180-degree turn
and head out the way I came in.
So, uh, just follow me and we'll have a pretty good chance.
Any objections? Good. I knew you'd approve.
SIGHS Here goes nothing.
Probe 1 to Galactica, do you read?
Come in, Starbuck.
Probe... Galactica... Do you read?
Come in, Starbuck.
Probe 1, this is Probe 2 heading your way.
Starbuck? I'm on my way.
How? You're gonna be as lost as I am.
As soon as you see me, fire off a laser volley.
|'|| pull up to you,
swing around and head straight back out on one line.
APOLLO: I got you!
What are you using as a fix?
The end of my nose.
| used to be pretty good at this at the academy, so don't disorient me.
Just break off the chatter and stay tucked in.
We're going home.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
APOLLO: How far in was I?
Don't talk. Six, five,
four, three, two, one,
zero.
And you owe me a fumarello.
LAUGHS
Whoo!
STARBUCK: Let’s go home, buddy.
BOOMER: Picking up some crazy readings off that asteroid down there.
Let’s take a look.
Pods.
I don't make 'em.
They're there.
Look at the hairline aperture
running from the rock face to the floor of the valley.
SIGHS I would have missed it.
Jolly, if we miss just one of these Cylon outposts,
we'll never know what hit us.
You think it's operational? It looks deserted.
SIGHS Think of it as a crawlon in its web.
Nothing moves until some hapless creature flies into its orbit
and then it's all over.
Should we take a closer look?
See how many ships are in those pods?
It doesn't matter.
It only takes one to notify the Cylon capital. Let's get the...
It looks like their ships have turned away from the fleet.
Oh, that's good. At least we'll have time to warn the Galactica.
Now, let's get out of here without getting spotted.
LUCIFER: By your command.
Speak. I bring good news.
We believe we have located the Battlestar Galactica.
Oh?
A scouting expedition of Colonial Vipers
has landed on a listening post in the Quadrant Otarsis.
They were permitted to escape, as you instructed.
How far is this outpost from us?
1.5 hectares.
Since the Galactica is kept to a minimum speed
by the slower vehicles under her protection,
at light speed we can easily catch her within a centon.
Is she aware that she's been detected?
Our fighters will take her by complete surprise.
As they did at Carillon? Hmm?
CHUCKLES
One base star is not sufficient
to assure victory over the Galactica.
Find her, but follow just beyond her scanner range.
Until we can call for reinforcements?
Such a call would surely be picked up by the Galactica.
She would be alerted and escape.
Logical. Yes.
Now perhaps you see why the Imperious Leader put me in command.
But if we cannot call for assistance, and you will not attack,
is not the end result the same?
The Galactica escapes.
LAUGHS
Have faith, Lucifer. Have faith.
I have a plan.
All I need is the opportunity to present it.
And that will come.
By your command.
Commander, Patrol 1 reporting in.
They're about a centon out from the fleet.
They're late. Have them report to me on the bridge.
What about Patrol 2?
Lieutenant Boomer is holding with his wingmen on the outer marker.
Holding? I want him in. We're flying blind.
Alpha patrol, you're clear to land.
Thank you. Let's put 'em in, Jolly.
Jolly, do you hear me? Jolly? Jolly, are you all right? Jolly?
Hey, Jolly, get your nose up.
That cadet made a better approach than you're making.
JOLLY: What?
I said get your nose up and steady up.
You all right?
I don't know.
I've got a buzzing in my ears.
STAMMERING | feel woozy.
Better get your breathing gear checked with the lab.
Probably leaking carbide.
That is, if you land. Now get that nose up.
ADAMA: A Cylon outpost?
It’s well hidden but there, sir.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
By your leave, sir.
SIGHS
Hmm.
Colonel, notify helm and plotting
that we'll change course to this quadrant.
Without waiting for Captain Apollo's report on that sector?
Well, we know we can't go back.
We know what's in this sector.
Let's hope that Captain Apollo's report is more optimistic.
Commander, Captain Apollo's probe approaching Galactica.
Oh, excellent.
Have him report to the bridge on the double.
Yes, sir.
Hey! All right!
PILOT: Boomer, you okay?
Hey, Boomer. What's wrong?
Boomer?
Oh, come on, Boomer. The Colonel's watching us on the monitor.
Now, will you quit clowning around?
CAPTAIN TIGH: With Captain Apollo returning late from patrol,
l was calling to extend the curfew.
But if you men are going to get falling down drunk...
I am not drunk, sir. I just got a little dizzy.
Any more dizziness and I'll send everyone back to quarters.
Understood? Understood.
Hey, look, it's not my fault. I, uh...
Hey, Boomer! Sit down. Just sit down here.
Relax, man, relax.
We all know those deep patrols are too long.
I don't understand it. I was feeling fine and then...
EXHALES
What were the symptoms when he reported to the life station?
Dizziness, rapid pulse, escalating internal temperature.
It's risen two points since I called you, Doctor.
He was on deep probe and skipped decontamination.
He what?
There's a party going on for Apollo, a send-off.
He didn't want to miss it.
That's just splendid. SIGHS
Don't these warriors realize what one errant virus or bacteria,
for which we have no immunity, could do to our people?
Get this man in a support chamber, quickly.
Quickly!
Thanks a lot, Starbuck.
Ah, what's a buddy for,
if not to make a guy comfortable during his last few hours?
Listen.
Right after decontamination, there's a little something I want to show you.
Every man, woman and child in the fleet could die.
I don't know what got into them.
It's must have been the excitement of the party.
Excitement of the party?
Come on, Colonel.
Security! I want everyone who's been in contact
with Flight Sergeant Jolly and Lieutenant Boomer
under strict quarantine!
This better be good. I'm delaying an awful sweet reunion.
Apollo, I promise you a night you will long remember.
DR. SALIK: Don't touch that door!
The three of you, back in that room!
Guard, send for my staff.
Tell them to get isolation chambers down here as fast as they can!
What is it? What happened?
Maybe the end of us all.
Doctor, the new patient just went critical.
Lower his Cryo-tube temp to minus 72.
And increase his Isoldin intravenous feed six units per centon.
SIGHS
Of all the incredibly stupid blunders!
Well, the important thing now is to recover.
We've ordered course to avoid the Cylon outpost,
which means we'll be going along the route explored by you and Starbuck.
Negative We can't go that way. We can't?
There's something potentially more dangerous than a Cylon outpost,
a magnetic sea as endless as anything I've ever encountered.
CAPTAIN TIGH: What do you mean "magnetic sea?"
APOLLO: A void so far across we couldn't scan the other side.
You should have seen what it did to my sensors.
If Starbuck hadn't flown in after me, by the seat of his pants,
I couldn't have made it back.
Well, we can't go that way.
What if we were to skirt around the void, follow its perimeter?
Commander?
I'll be in my quarters. Maintain this course until further orders.
But we're heading straight for the void, sir. If I may suggest...
ADAMA: You have your orders, Colonel.
Zap,zap!
Come on, Muffit. Up, Muffit.
Apollo! Hey, Boxey, how are you?
Fine. Hey, your mom here? Sorry, Muffit.
Your mom here?
She's in there putting, uh...
What's this, secrets?
I bet I know.
She's trying on her new gown for the wedding ceremony.
I'm not supposed to see it, right?
Sort of. Sort of.
SERINA: Apollo? I'll be right out.
Don't worry, I don't think it's bad luck
to see the bride before her wedding day.
Flight Cadet Serina reporting for duty, Captain.
LAUGHS
What is this, a joke?
I just wanted to surprise you.
I've been in training ever since Adama opened up the program
to replace the pilots we lost. Training?
You've been in training to... A shuttle cadet,
who has just finished her first solo.
Would you excuse us for a centon, Boxey?
Okay.
Come on, Muffit. They're gonna argue.
We are not going to argue.
Yes, they are. Yes, we are.
You didn't even tell me.
No one told me. Does my father know?
No, he doesn't get a report on every cadet in the fleet.
It's too dangerous. I won't let you do it.
You don't have any choice.
Serina, we're about to be married!
SIGHS What does that have to do with it?
Your own sister's a pilot and a warrior.
She's my sister, not my wife-to-be!
Oh, if that's what it's all about,
we can take care of that.
Serina
Senna, don't you understand?
I love you.
I don't want anything to happen to you, ever.
Don't you think I love you, too?
You go flying off on missions in your Viper, into combat.
All I'm becoming is a shuttle pilot.
Do you know how many shuttle pilots we lost on Carillon?
Do you know how many civilians?
Apollo, there is no safe place or function anywhere in the fleet.
Everybody's being trained in every capacity.
It's the only way, if we're gonna survive.
SIGHS
CLICKS TONGUE
SIGHS
Are you any good?
Top of the class.
Well, you'd better be.
You're gonna be married to a squadron commander.
Yes, sir.
Get this man on the line right away. He's critical.
Excuse me, Cassiopeia.
Doctor. This disease has swept through every fighter pilot
and half the bridge officers.
Everyone who had been in contact with anyone at that party.
I can't isolate it.
Cryogen tubes.
I had no choice.
Jolly and Boomer would both be dead
if l hadn't put them in cryogenic suspension.
And that's only a delay of the inevitable,
unless I can isolate the source of that infection, and soon.
Doctor, you understand the significance of these men?
They are not just individuals.
They're our only means of defense.
I understand all that, Commander.
And that's your problem.
Mine is keeping them alive.
SIGHS
ADAMA: READING "After their home planet Kobol was known to be doomed,
"the people set forth across a great void which seemed endless,
"until a bright shining star appeared and guided them to safety. "
Enter.
SIGHS You sent for me, Father?
Yes, Apollo.
I've had Colonel Tigh prepare a roster
of everyone in the fleet who's had any flight experience
and basically, it comes down to a few old-time warriors
with various disabilities
and the group at the bottom of the list. SIGHS
Oh, no.
I'm afraid so.
I want you to get them combat-ready as quickly as possible.
You're not serious?
I'm deadly serious.
Father, the Viper's the most advanced
flying machine ever designed by man.
You don't just turn one over to a shuttle pilot.
Would you prefer to turn the Galactica
over to the Cylons without even a fight?
I don't know when we're gonna get our fighter pilots back,
if we ever get them back.
Is it that serious? It's that serious.
I don't mean to be brusque, but I have many things to do.
You have your orders, Captain. Yes, sir.
But...
Yes, sir.
I don't believe you read all the names on that roster, Commander.
Oh, Lord.
Now, I know you, uh, shuttle pilots
have never had a pressure suit on before.
But a Viper isn't a shuttle.
Without this suit under your uniform,
you can't survive the g-forces you'll pull under combat.
Now, as soon as you're into your uniforms,
I want you to move through that hatch to the simulators.
Captain.
Oh, yes, Cadet Serina?
CLEARS THROAT
WHISPERING I love you.
ALL GIGGLING
Um, yes, uh, that's very good.
Uh, Starbuck? Yo.
SIGHS
Number 18 just went critical.
SIGHS
Same procedure.
I'm not going to find the answer here.
Long-range scanners indicate the void is infinite.
Not infinite, Colonel,
just beyond our scanner's ability to probe the other side.
CLEARS THROAT Excuse me. Oh, Doctor. Uh...
Is there any possibility...
How soon can some of our pilots be returned to duty?
Commander, I told you, it's not a matter
of how soon they will return to duty,
it's a matter of how soon they will die.
I want permission to return to wherever the two warriors landed.
| feel that if I can isolate the source of the infection...
Doctor, that asteroid is a parsec behind us
and has a Cylon sentinal post.
We can't go back.
Not with only two Vipers to provide cover. That would be suicide.
My health team and l are willing to take that chance.
I appreciate that, Doctor,
but I'm afraid I must agree with Colonel Tigh.
I can't grant permission, not without the proper escort.
Commander, going back there is the only hope those boys have.
The only hope? The only hope, sir.
SIGHS
What is the status of Blue Squadron?
Still in simulators, sir.
Doctor, prepare your team and report back to me.
Very good, sir.
Well, let's hope and pray our shuttle pilots can fly those Vipers.
STARBUCK: Stick on my tail, Athena. I’m on him.
Right behind you, Starbuck.
My laser pump ’3 jammed. You have to take him.
RAPID BEEPING
I got him.
I got him! I did it!
STARBUCK: You sure did. You got the Cylon.
And me. What?
Look, after blasting him, you crossed my tail, still firing. I'm dead.
I'm sorry. You're sorry?
All right, girls, I'll explain it one more time.
RIGEL: Captain Apollo, report to the bridge.
Captain Apollo, report to the bridge.
Run the next one through, Starbuck.
And,uh,try not to get killed this time, huh? Yeah, right.
Commander.
Well, Captain, how are your shuttle pilots doing?
Fine, considering the closest they've been to a Viper
was probably at an Armament Day display.
LAUGHS
Dr. Salik wants to send a medical team
back to the asteroid where Jolly and Boomer contracted the disease.
It's the only way to find the root cause of it.
The only way to find a cure.
It's liable to be a one-way mission.
There's a Cylon listening post there.
I suppose we'd have to send at least one squadron as escort.
At least. And since there's only two of us, there's...
Father, there's no way those shuttle pilots can do it.
They haven't even launched in a real Viper yet.
Oh, didn't you just say they were doing fine?
Considering their experience, but they're along way
from being able to fly a real mission. It's too risky.
Well, everything we do has an element of risk, Apollo.
They're shuttle pilots.
They're warriors.
And all warriors, the centon they enlist,
know they may have to sacrifice their lives.
But not throw them away.
What do you estimate the losses might be?
If l run into Cylons, I could lose the entire squadron.
Or you could leave the lesser-qualified pilots behind.
I appreciate what you're saying, Father,
but If l hold one of them back,
I should hold them all back.
In my opinion,
not one of them is qualified for this mission!
CLEARS THROAT
Thank you, Captain. It will be so logged.
Medical shuttle taking off from flight deck one.
We ’ll rendezvous with Blue Squadron at coordinates Alpha 37.
Coordinates Alpha 37 confirmed.
Transferring launch control to Viper fighters.
Launch when ready.
All right, girls, just like we did it in the simulators.
Remember, these controls are as sensitive as a schoolgirl's, um... Lips.
Blue Squadron, let's show the fleet how a launch is done.
Blue Squadron leader launching.
Brie, what’s wrong? You’re losing it. Get control!
Brie, back on the power.
BEEPING RAPIDLY
Back on the power!
BEEPING CONTINUES
Brie, hit your auto-control! Brie, hit your auto-control.
You did it, Brie. You did it!
Blue Squadron launched.
ALL CHEERING
Easy, Deitra, easy. You're coming up too fast.
That's better. Watch your spacing, Serina.
Wingmen, stick tight to your leaders.
By your command.
We have overtaken the Galactica
and are trailing just beyond her scanner range.
Excellent
She has veered away from the outpost.
Quite logical. On the contrary, quite illogical.
Their course is taking them into the Epsilon Quadrant,
towards a magnetic abyss.
A magnetic abyss?
A void.
A navigational inferno. Possibly endless.
Logically, they should engage our small outpost,
rather than enter such a dangerous area.
Unless they know we're following.
Anything is possible, but the odds are astronomically against it.
Shall we launch our fighters against the Galactica now?
Have they sent out reconnaissance patrols?
Occasionally.
We dropped back beyond their scanner range.
Give top priority to capturing one of those patrol pilots.
If I am right, Adama will turn the Galactica over to me
without firing a shot.
By your command.
Isn't he wonderfully devious?
We can learn much from him.
BEEPING
Starbuck, asteroid on my scanner.
Sector Delta 5.
Got it.
SIGHS Hold the squadron out of scanning range at Omega 4.
I'm gonna try a low-level approach from the other side.
If I can catch them by surprise,
I might be able to take out the sentinel
before they can scramble fighters.
If I get lucky, we won't have to risk the squadron.
You'll have a better chance, Captain, if we all go down at once.
We are capable offhand.
Deitra, you can demonstrate your capabilities by following orders.
Yes, sir. Here | go.
Good luck, Captain.
BEEPING
Starbuck. Brie.
I'm picking up a blip on the scanner.
Rear Quadrant Tau.
That would be the shuttle, Brie. It's ours.
I don't think it's a shuttle, sir. It's closing in on us.
I told them to hold position.
BEEPING
Oh, frak!
Deitra, take command of the squadron.
We’ve got a Cylon on our tail.
Form on me. Let's go, girls.
BEEPING
Athena, what do you think you're doing? I'm your wingman.
Apollo said a wingman should stick to a leader at all times.
Okay, okay. Just, uh, hold back a little.
And for Sagan's sake, don't shoot me.
Keep it up, Starbuck. Keep it up.
Colonial Vipers. Warn the base.
FIRING EXPLOSION
STARBUCK: Hit your turbo!
Hit your reverse thrusters!
Fire, Starbuck, fire.
BEEPING
Beautiful.
Save it for later.
They've warned the outpost. Apollo's going to need help.
Frak!
EXPLOSION
STARBUCK: Blue Squadron, Apollo. They’re launching.
By the time they get here the air will be full of Cylons!
Return to Galactica! Return to Galactica!
After this run, Captain.
I got him.
FIRING
Felgercarb!
Easy,Bﬂe, I got him.
That's two.
Stay on 'em. I'm going for the launch bay.
Nice shooting, Captain.
LAUGHS Thank you, Lieutenant. Serina?
Right here, Apollo.
Uh, where's Starbuck?
SERINA: Starbuck turned back on a Cylon fighter.
He left me in command.
I thought you might need some close support.
You thought right, Lieutenant. Good job.
Medical shuttle, the asteroid is secure. Make preparations to land.
Commander, Blue Squadron reports
mission successful, no casualties.
Good. As soon as the squadron has landed,
order all ships in the fleet to close on the Galactica
and slow down to probe speed.
We're not going into the void?
Tigh, the Cylon outpost, I'm sure, has alerted every nearby base.
At least the darkness of the void may give us some cover.
If there are any of us left to find.
We're going in.
His reaction to the news will be interesting to observe.
By your command.
Speak.
Vipers from the Galactica have attacked and destroyed our outpost.
Then the Galactica is on her way over the outpost now?
No.
She is instead entering the void.
But why bother risking detection by destroying the outpost
if they had no intention of moving in that direction?
Unless...
Unless Adama needs something from the asteroid.
Food, fuel?
There are no such supplies there.
There is one other curious matter to report.
What is it?
The Colonial Viper craft reportedly flew
in a peculiarly erratic fashion.
Evidently they flew well enough to destroy your base.
It was a small outpost, caught by surprise,
since you determined the Galactica would not strike there.
LAUGHING
Do not fence with me, my friend.
Everything is still proceeding according to my plan,
except you have not captured one of their pilots as I ordered.
To assure such a capture, we would have to risk being discovered.
You ordered us out of the Galactica scanner range.
They send out patrols, do they not?
Capture one!