"GUN ON ICE PLANET PART I"
What's the matter? Something serious?
Oh, no. We’re just handing the safety of the entire Fleet
over to a bunch of murderers and cutthroats.
Two, one, zero!
There's not all that much difference between
you and your fellow convicts and us.
We're all living for the promise of freedom,
and we're all threatened by a similar death.
Muffit, Muffit! Come back!
MUFFIT BARKS
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.
RIGEL: OVER RADIO Launch bay Alpha, stand by to launch fighter probe.
ENGINE ROARING
Hey, loosen it up, Boomer.
That man next to you is about to fly up your tailpipe.
Cadet Cree?
CREE: Yes, sir?
You come any closer, you’ll melt your front end off.
CREE: Our instructor ordered us to keep tight.
BOOMER: Your instructor is back at the base playing 7-11.
You are on a deep space probe. It's not like failing a simulation.
Overheat and you evaporate.
Yes, sir.
It was too easy. Too easy.
What was too easy?
Our victory, the defeat of the Cylon attack force.
Their sudden retreat was much too easy.
The Galactica was bearing down on them.
Yes, so it appeared, didn't it?
But what's the truth?
I just have the feeling that we're being carefully maneuvered.
We're being herded into this safe passage ahead.
Blue Leader to base.
We're coming up on a small moon dead ahead.
Can you give us a quick scan?
Base to Blue Leader. Scanner readout coming up.
Commander?
Yes?
An object in Sector Sigma.
What's the structure?
Crystalline elements, table M-1.
Surface?
Frozen seas, fields of ice.
Blizzard conditions, marked by di-ethene storms.
Environment hostile.
Nice place. Want us to orbit the equator?
TIGH: Stay out of its gravitational pull.
Will do.
Move up ahead and lock in a holding pattern.
Boomer and I will pick up a closer scan of the surface.
Cadet Bow, you’re in command.
Okay, Boomer, let’s go.
Long-range scan indicates unknown craft approaching.
Alert the gun crews.
ALARM BLARING
Lens system aligned.
Pump system to speed.
Pulsar ready to fire.
Fire as targets bear.
By your command.
Look on target. Locked.
Shields, Cree, keep visual contact. Don't cross to the dayside.
I'm picking up a flare, a brilliant bead of light, like an eclipse.
I'm going to check it out.
Fire.
ELECTRICITY CRACKLES
STARBUCK: Bow, get out of there! Bow!
EXPLOSION
Cree, Shields, back off! We're coming up.
What happened?
CREE: He was picked off, some kind of energy beam.
Like a pulsar, only bigger. Much bigger.
It can't be, we're way out of range.
STARBUCK: Blue Leader to base, we’re under attack.
We’ve lost a ship. We’re coming in.
Battle stations!
ALARM BLARING
All ships, full stop!
Fighter control reporting. All squadrons standing by.
Starbuck's probe ran into something, he's lost a ship.
STARBUCK: Cree, come in. Shields, where are you?
I got them. Just inside critical gravitational pull.
Cree, Shields, come back. You can't go down there.
I saw where it came from. I'm going after it.
Turn back. Do not enter the atmosphere.
That's an order. Both of you, turn back.
SHIELDS: I’ve looked on target.
Right behind you.
Two fighter craft, Colonial. Entering defense perimeter.
I want one of them alive.
Boomer, we can't let them go down alone.
The clouds, we’ll never get a visual on them.
Record their short-range telemetry.
We can at least see what they're after.
I got their visual.
BOOMER: What is it?
Fire.
Shields!
Too late. He's gone.
I've lost Cree's signal, too.
No, it's there, but it's being jammed.
In vaders, release control of your ship.
Starbuck, they're forcing me down.
Hang on, kid, we're coming.
ENGINE POWERS DOWN
Two more fighter craft entering.
Destroy them as they come into range.
WHIRRING
Fire as targets bear.
BOOMER: We don’t stand a chance against that thing.
We have to get back and warn the Galactica.
Besides, we’ll never spot them with all this jamming.
Starbuck!
Frack!
POWER SURGE
Fighter craft retreating.
WIND HOWLING
Thank you, Lieutenant. Put up the video scan, please.
KEYS CLAC KING
Good Lord.
I have a fix on the scale. The ramparts are 14 metrons high.
Destructive power infinite with two hectons.
It's incredible.
It could destroy the Galactica in a single pulse.
Tell that to Cadet Cree!
Sir.
You did the only correct thing.
You returned to the Galactica with these scans.
We now know why the Cylons have squeezed us into this course.
How long until their pursuit force catches up to us?
We have too much firepower for them. They'll hang back.
You can wager, it won't be long
before they bring up their Baseship.
Commander, Blue Squadron can take out that gun.
It would be mass suicide to send out a squadron of fighters.
You've seen what that weapon can do.
And we cannot turn back.
No, we cannot.
What's left?
Well, we can send out a small, highly specialized task force
down to the surface,
probe for some weakness in their defense, destroy the weapon.
Colonel? Program a computer research for qualified personnel
Experienced in Arctic survival, expert in mountaineering,
highly specialized in heavy demolition.
Yes, sir.
What's your name?
Corporal Komma, sir.
Well, uh, relax, Komma.
Incredible. You really understand this felgercarb?
From Alpha input to Omega readout.
But you're a Viper pilot, you must understand some of it.
Well, when I was at the Academy,
if it didn't have a control stick, I didn't bother.
Is there something you want, Lieutenant?
Oh, no. Captain Apollo and I were touring
the tech levels with the new Viper pilots.
I just thought I'd take a look in here.
The female Viper pilots?
I’ve heard they are females, yes.
Look, if you'd like to meet them,
I think they're in the armament room.
I'll keep an eye on the equipment for a few centons.
I mean, I don't know what to do,
but if something flashed red, I could just yell.
Nothing can go wrong.
Right now, it's doing an automatic search
for the task force to go down to the planet.
Sure. Go on.
That's an order.
Well, since you put it that way.
BEEPING
Four specialists and three support.
Look it in.
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
Commander?
Starbuck, you and Boomer get them
and take them to the briefing room.
Aye-aye, Captain. Sir.
Commander!
There must be some mistake.
Most of these people are criminals.
They're aboard the prison barge. Are you...
You have your orders, Lieutenant.
Aye-aye, sir.
What the matter? Something serious?
Oh, no. We’re just handing the safety of the entire Fleet
over to a bunch of murderers and cutthroats.
As long as it's nothing serious.
Croft, commander of the Snow Garrison on the ice planet Kalpa.
Four of them raided a Cylon outpost.
Oh, there's nothing illegal about that.
Not a military operation. Armed robbery.
They plundered a Cylon platinum mine.
Wouldn't surrender the bounty to the Colonial commander.
He didn't go in under Cylon guns,
so he didn't deserve any part of it.
Who are you?
I like to know who I'm dealing with
when I'm traveling with bilge rats.
Viper pilots. Blue Squadron.
Commander Adama's strike wing.
What's the drill? You'll find out soon enough.
CHAINS RATTLING
That computer sure knows how to pick them.
Holy frack.
Hey, hey.
Wolfe, demolitions expert,
Snow Garrison. A one-man task force.
Not real talkative.
Thane, an expert in alien environments.
When people talk about me, I like to see their eyes.
I work with breathing gear,
rare gases, chemical blends.
I can take you through land, air, fire and water.
Says here you're in for murder.
Mmm.
That, too.
WHISPERS She looks like she could take us all on,
with or without chains.
Leda, medic, first-class.
An expert in laser wounds and Arctic experienced.
What's the mission?
Commander will brief you.
To have Croft and myself
in the same place at the same time,
invites disaster.
You don't like him?
I'm married to him.
CHUCKLES
And no, I don't like him.
Wheel
A cozy little group.
Well, this is one mission I know
that you are not going to volunteer for.
There's not all that much difference between
you and your fellow convicts and us.
We are all living for the promise of freedom,
and we're all threatened by a similar death.
Perhaps it was the chains that made the difference.
Am I in full command?
Of the demolition unit, yes. Of the expedition, no.
Three warriors will command you.
The officer in full command will be Captain Apollo,
supported by two of our finest officers,
Lieutenants Boomer and Starbuck.
Now, we've picked up Cylon Battlestars
approaching on the long-range scan.
They should reach our position in 800 or 900 centons.
Whether the pulsar is destroyed or not,
this fleet will move in exactly 700 centons.
Good luck, to all of us.
I just don't understand how that computer picked you for this mission.
I pulled a tour on Ice Station Thula,
it makes sense that I got chosen.
But you,
you get dizzy when your drink's too cold, my friend.
I wish you'd have told the Commander that.
I'd like to think of some way to get out of...
Hey, Giles, what are you doing?
Giles, what are you doing?
Colonel's orders, told me to pack up
all of Cree's personal effects.
Wait, wait, wait. He's not dead.
You don't stow a man's gear until he's dead! And he's not dead!
Okay. Okay, he's not dead.
Giles, I'm sorry.
Just forget it, Starbuck. I know how you feel.
Hey.
Why don't you just tell the Commander
that you're not qualified for this mission?
Boomer!
You talk like I programmed that computer myself.
WIND HOWLING
CLICKS
CYLON: Take him to Vulpa.
Wave. Wave. Wave.
Wave.
Wave. Wave. Wave.
You got him trained.
Muffit's very intelligent for a daggit.
Come here, you little monster. Come here!
LAUGHING
Hey, Muffit, you wanna see Boxey do a trick?
BARKING Let me up! Let me up! Let me up!
What do you mean, let you up?
I won’t let you up! What a baby. What a baby!
Come here, I have to talk to you. I'm going away for a while.
We don't want you to leave us.
It won't be for long, I promise.
Where are you going?
I'm going down to an ice planet with Starbuck and Boomer.
An ice planet!
Can Muffit and I come with you?
We've never seen real snow.
Well, not this time.
This is a very important mission for the Galactica.
But I'm a warrior!
Yes, you are.
And as one of our best,
we need you right here to protect the ship.
Now, your orders are to do everything
Commander Adama tells you to do.
And say my prayers?
And say your prayers.
Listen, I have a very special mission for you.
You see this medallion?
My father gave this to me when I Graduated from the Academy.
It's very important to me.
Do you think you could hold onto it for me?
Yes, sir! Yes, sir.
Okay, upsy-daisy. I'll see you later, Okay?
MUFFIT BARKS
Too bad we can't go on the ice planet, Muffit.
Watch who you're stepping on!
Get out of my way here, I'm coming through.
Not through here!
Hey! Take your hands off!
APOLLO: Wolfe, break it up! Haals! Wolfe!
Wolfe!
Back off.
How is he?
He's all right. It's a temporary paralysis.
What did you use on him?
Look at this.
THANE: Don't touch the switch! It's a hand mine.
You don't use this on your own troops.
We're not barge lice.
Or grid rats.
Yes, we are.
We were picked for this drop Because we're expendable.
Nobody's expendable.
You're here to do a job on the Cylons, not each other.
Stow your gear and fasten your harness, we're on countdown.
RIGEL: Section 12. Launch bay Alpha, stand by to launch probe.
STARBUCK: Acknowledged. Ready to launch.
RIGEL: Core systems transferring Control to probe craft.
Launch when ready.
Entry tracks.
How many?
Two.
Order the patrol to intercept.
Engage the pulsar.
ALARM BLARING
Pulsar ready to fire.
Fire as target is there.
Get a navigational fix before we Penetrate the cloud cover,
we don't know what to expect,
and the surface could be pitch black, snow powder, pack ice.
Cylons!
Dive for the cloud cover!
They'll outrun us. I'll block for you.
Starbuck, this isn't a fighter. You'll overload the turbines.
Tell that to the Cylons.
Fire.
Put on your breathing gear!
We're going down!
Visibility zero! Surface coming up on the instruments!
Counting down! Four, three,
two, one, zero!
TIGH: We've lost signals from both ships.
No reception? None?
Not on the Viper channel. It's dead.
No lights. Telemetry indicates total destruct.
Who was it? Killian.
And the shuttle?
The emergency channel kicked in.
All reds. Telemetry indicates heavy structural damage.
We could reach for them on high band.
No, maintain silence.
We cannot reveal our position.
One ship destroyed. One probable.
Contact patrol leader.
Garrison command to patrol leader.
Patrol leader.
This is Vulpa.
Tracking reports one invader destroyed, one probable.
The probable dropped into cloud cover, Sector Hekla.
Search for wreckage. Leave no survivors.
No survivors.
GROANS
Boomer, you okay? Yeah.
Hit the emergency lights.
Starbuck, your head.
It's nothing. Let's get out of here.
WIND HOWLING
You did a really great job, Starbuck.
It's the kind of landing you always dreamed of,
no engine, no instruments, no field.
Grab a light!
You're one fine pilot.
How is he? Just a rap on the head.
He'll be around in a minute.
Look, don't feel so bad. Anybody else would've lost it all.
Apollo, can you get me the medical analyzer?
Yeah.
What's it look like?
Broken arm, couple of ribs.
LEDA: Some internal bleeding.
Anybody else hurt?
Yeah, lam.
What's the matter? I'm lonely.
Stay out of my way,
and out of my light. I have work to do.
Don't waste your time on him.
We're just gonna have to leave him behind to die anyway.
We're not leaving anybody behind!
We'll see, Captain.
We'll see.
It doesn't look good. She'll never fly again.
Worse, she can't sustain life inside. All her systems are purged.
Looking on the brighter side, Captain,
I think the snowram is operable.
Let's get her out fast, so we can Move the wounded into her.
He'll be back. Get everybody out of the shuttle.
I'll get the snowram.
Everybody, out! Cylon patrol overhead.
I might have expected you to trample me on your way out.
I didn't see you there in the dark.
You never did.
I'll take Voight. Starbuck, give me a hand!
I'm trying to remove the communicator, we're gonna need it.
You don't have time. He's spotted us.
You got about 10 microns before he makes another pass.
BOXEY: Muffit. Shh! MUFFIT BARKS
Boxey.
Muffit wanted to see snow.
Here he comes!
LASER FIRE
Get down!
Starbuck! Get up on top!
LASER FIRE
Yee-haw!
Great shooting, Starbuck!
Hey.
Patrol leader was destroyed.
Send out foot patrols. Hunt the survivors down.
What are the coordinates of the Battlestar Galactica?
I'm from the Columbia.
The Columbia was destroyed at the peace conference.
Peace conference!
You have a nervous system that carries impulses.
lmpulses from your brain that can be tapped.
What is the exact position of the Galactica?
Go rust yourself.
Connect his cortex to the brain probe.
Begin the probe.
Starbuck, light the other snow lamp. Keep it shielded. Let's go.
Come on, Wolfe.
You're not gonna guide them across the mountain?
We'll make it.
It's our chance to make a break.
To where? We're stuck on this wall of ice.
We can hunt, build shelter. We've been in a lot worse.
Look, maybe we can hijack a Cylon transport,
make run for a sun system.
We're not running anywhere.
We signed on to blow up that pulsar cannon.
You're saying you'd crawl up that Mountain to get your rank back.
They broke you, Croft.
You used to have bite, but now you're toothless.
Well, you stay and wear their choke chain.
We're cutting loose the first chance we get.
Let's go. We have a lot of loading to do.
All right!
How are they?
They'll survive if we can get them to shelter.
Get them into the ram. We'll rotate riding on top.
Haals and Wolfe go first!
I'm not riding on top, I'II freeze to death!
I said, you ride on top. That's an order!
Let's go!
Get over!
It's frozen on that side!
Get over before I push you over!
Take it easy, Wolfe!
Aah!
We've just lost power.
APOLLO: Leda!
Haals, are you okay?
LEDA: He'll be all right.
What happened?
That clumsy warrior of yours shorted out the power cells.
I'll bet he did.
Hey, stop it! We got enough trouble.
Ah!
We're gonna have more trouble if we don't go on breathers.
There's a di-ethene wave building in this storm.
COUGHING
MUFFIT MOANS
Are you all right?
Just a little cold.
What are our chances?
Depends on how long this storm lasts.
If the di-ethene reaches death point...
What's death point?
The airturns to liquid.
Muffit! Muffit, come back!
He'll be all right.
Muffit isn't like us, he can survive di-ethene.
Will he be back?
He'll be back.
I just hope he doesn't bring a Cylon patrol back with him.
Galactica.
They are heading toward the plateau.
BARKING
PANTING
BREATHLESSLY The Galactica will be moving forward soon.
Muffit will find help.
At least the storm will cover his tracks.
MOANS
What do you think they're doing to Cree about now?
We've got 220 ships up there.
You're worried about one pilot?
It's not just one pilot.
It's a pilot I was responsible for.
It's not your fault, Starbuck.
SCOFFS
Tell that to Cree.
WIND HOWLING
BARKING
ALL GROANING
THANE: Where are we?
What is this place?
WOLFE: I don't know. I've never seen anything like it.
Muffit, you came back!
Boxey?
You okay, Dad?
Yeah, I'm okay.
You are fortunate your daggit found our hunting party.
You were on Deathpoint Plateau.
Nothing survives there for long.
We're very grateful.
Who are you? Simple hunters.
Then I assume you'll return our packs
And weapons and that we're free to go?
Go? Where would you go? The storm continues.
The di-ethene has left you dehydrated.
I will see that you receive liquids.
Then we will talk of your going.
I don’t like the way he said that.
Hey. How'd he get over there?
Water, could we have some water?
Silence.
Look, our boy and the wounded need water. You said...
I said silence!
Here is the liquid I promised and some food.
Didn't we just talk to that guy?
They're clones.
We prefer the name Theta class life-forms.
We found the wreckage.
And the humans?
They escaped in a snowram.
We found it abandoned on the plateau.
You hunted them down?
No. Humanoids cannot survive the plateau.
You came to destroy the Ravashol pulsar.
Ravashol?
Dr. Ravashol. He is human.
A human created that monster up there for the Cylons?
If it were not for Ravashol, we would not exist.
He is the Father Creator.
Is Ravashol God? I'd like to meet him.
No, he's not God, not if he's with the Cylons.
Why does he work for the Cylons?
They let him live to experiment, to create.
To create a weapon that destroys other humans.
The mountain is filled with Cylons.
And even if you could get by them,
the pulsar is constructed of magna,
Practically indestructible.
We have solenite.
Solenite?
The injured members of your party will stay here.
They will be tended to.
We will guide the rest of your party to the village.
And then?
You will see when you get there.
When are we going to make the break?
Wolfe, don't push it.
I just want you to let you know that I'm ready.
Where'd you get that?
It doesn't matter where I got it.
I can use it on the Cylons or anyone Else who gets in our way.
Are you okay? Yes. Listen.
Have you seen any others like us?
You mean humans?
Yes, warriors. Uniformed, you know?
No, you're the first we've encountered.
Where would the Cylons take a warrior prisoner if they had one?
I thought you were concerned about the gun.
Yeah, I am. Just curious.
CLONE 1: This is the edge of the ice field.
We will have to follow the ravines from here.
You are now close to the village.
The entrance hatch is at the end of this ravine.
Wait here. Tenna, come.
You think they'll turn us in to the Cylons?
I don't know why but no.
Warn the others.
Starbuck. Shh! Cylon patrol. Pass the word.
Cylon patrol.
Everybody down.
GROWLS Shh.
GROWLS
By your command.
We have news from our outpost on Arcta.
They have encountered probe fighter Craft from the Galactica.
Yes. But how did you know?
Why do you suppose I have been gently herding them to this quadrant?
Put out a call for additional Baseships.
Resume pursuits at flank speed.
We have lost many fighter craft in our recent encounters.
We do not have enough to overwhelm the Galactica.
Adama does not know that.
In any case, he cannot retreat in our direction
with additional Baseships coming up.
You are correct, of course.
Yes.
You have your orders.
By your command.
Soon, Adama.
Soon.