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You will maintain silence
until we land aboard the Battlestar Pegasus.
The Pegasus?
But that’s just not possible.
You're talking about Starbuck?
I wasn't comparing you.
But you're going to have to give me time to think.
Think of the impression on the city of Gamoray
when they learn that I personally led
the final assault on the humans.
Commander, I’m not picking up anything on my scanner.
You won’t find them on your scanner, Captain.
Then how are we...
I can feel them, Captain. I can feel them.
We must take that base! We must take Gamoray!
That is one opinion, Commander.
It does not happen to be mine.
Starbuck?
I don’t have a thing. There's nothing in front of us at all.
I’m on rear scan, they’re behind us.
Behind us? Swell. How close?
That close? Apollo?
APOLLO: It doesn’t look good. I’m going right.
I’ll take left. Good luck, old buddy.
Dispatching automatic distress to the fleet.
Be seeing you.
I’ll pick him up on the right.
He’s dead on the left.
Be back in half a flash.
I can’t lose him, Apollo. I can’t shake him.
Cease fire.
Cease fire. That’s an order!
Are you crazy?
Cain will have us for dinner if we let these guys get away.
They’re human.
BOJAY: What?
SHEBA: I said, they're human.
That’s impossible. We ’re the only ones
left alive in the entire star system.
I’m switching to uni com.
Attention. Attention.
This is Silver Spar Group Leader,
commanding viper pilots dead ahead to slow to surrender.
We are locked on kill.
Apollo...
It has to be a trick.
This is Captain Apollo, Strike Commander
of the Battlestar Galactica. Who are you?
Bojay? I heard him.
It’s a trick of some kind. They’re all dead.
Bojay? Did he say Bojay?
Bojay, is that you?
Starbuck?
Apollo, it is. It’s Bojay!
You remember, he was in our squadron until...
That’s right, until he was transferred to the Fifth Fleet.
They perished in the Battle of Molecay. Two yahrens ago.
Apollo, either they’re not dead or...
We are.
Bojay, if that’s really you, tell us what happened. How did you survive?
You will maintain silence
until we land aboard the Battlestar Pegasus.
Pegasus?
But that’s just not possible.
Apollo, do you know whose ship that was?
Cain, the greatest military commander
that ever lived. He was my idol.
Your idol will order you blasted out of the sky
if you don’t shut off your transmitters.
In case you clowns don’t know it,
we are right in the middle of a Quadrant controlled by Cylons.
Oh, my Lord.
It isn’t a dream. And we’re certainly not dead.
It is the Pegasus.
They won’t shut up. They act as if they’ve seen an apparition.
I’m still not sure I haven’t.
Alert Commander Cain.
JOLLY: We’re down to the last of it, Commander.
I’ve checked every ship in the fleet.
They’re all down to life support now,
unless we come to dead stop.
Thank you for your report, Jolly.
MAN 1: Frequency intercept scrambled. Running a check on both ID systems...
MAN 2: 186 control on manual speed deductor...
Well, that's just fine.
Just fine.
We come all this way and simply run out of fuel.
That's not the worst of it.
What does that mean?
We're picking up some Cylon transmissions.
Good Lord, a Cylon base star?
It's not military. What we're hearing is civilian.
Civilian?
ADAMA: I just don't understand it.
We're a full star system away from any Cylon...
Commander, I can't explain it.
But somewhere out there, not too far away, is a city, a Cylon city.
That could be why our recon patrol is so long overdue.
Captain Apollo, Lieutenant Starbuck?
Yes, sir.
How long before they would've exhausted their fuel supply?
If they've been using their thrusters,
they'd be powered down right now.
Sir, if we launch a shuttle probe...
We must conserve every drop of fuel to support our life systems.
Bring the fleet to a dead stop, please.
Yes, Commander.
It's just so unbelievable, seeing all you guys again.
How do you think we feel?
We sailed more than two yahrens ago
to save Molecay and the satellites.
Since then we haven't seen a human soul.
And the rest of the Fifth Fleet?
Was destroyed.
And if Cain hadn't pulled the most
brilliant decoy I have ever seen,
we'd be gone, too.
But you must have headed away from the Colonies to be this far out.
That was another one of Cain's touches.
Now, he knew that
they'd be lined up all the way from Molecay
to the Colonies waiting for us,
so he turned us out to deep space
and we kept on going.
We've been fighting ever since.
Fighting? You mean running.
BOTH CHUCKLE
You forget who our skipper is.
I mean, he doesn't know the meaning of the word run.
We're on strikes round the clock.
With What?
Where do you get your fuel and your ammunition?
From the Cylons, of course.
Now, if you officers will excuse our guests,
Commander Cain would like to see them in his quarters.
This way.
CAIN: Get them something to drink, Tolan. They look pale.
APOLLO: It's a very great honor, sir.
A very great honor.
CAIN: Yes, I should imagine it is.
That's just a little attempt at humor.
Well, I'd quite resigned myself
that I would never see another human,
other than my own people on the Pegasus,
yet there you are.
The Galactica, sir.
Under the flag of Commander Adama, my father.
Adama?
Yes, sir.
Yes, yes. Yes, I see it.
Well, how is he? How is that old modocker?
Well.
Considering the load he's carried
since the destruction of our nation
Yes, yes, I should imagine.
And the rest of the fleet?
Only the Galactica survived, sir,
along with some 220 odd ships carrying what's left of our people.
My God. And I thought we had it bad.
Only 220 ships left from all the Colonies?
Yes, sir.
SIGHS
Well, my friends,
our troubles are over.
How do you mean, sir?
Tomorrow we go on the offensive.
We'll show those galmonging Cylons how to fight now!
Yes, by the Lords of Kobol,
the Cylon Empire is about to fall!
We're picking up something here, very odd.
What is it?
I don't know, it's some sort of a visual echo.
I mean, the Galactica’s image must be bouncing off some ion field.
Feed it up to the bridge.
Omega, have this scan turret checked immediately.
Yes, Colonel.
Have control switch to high band.
There's obviously something wrong with this.
If that's a visual echo, it's the cleanest transmission I've ever seen.
Nevertheless... OMEGA: Commander.
There's a signal coming over fleet comline Alpha.
But that's impossible.
The fleet comline is an automatic
scramble communicator between warships
and since we're the only surviving battlestar,
there's just no possibility of any signal like that existing.
Greetings, Adama, you old wardaggit.
Might’ve known I’d find you and your fleet sitting dead on your astrums.
Cain? Of all that's holy.
There's nothing holy about me, Adama.
Except maybe what I’m doing to those galmonging Cylons.
It's a miracle, Cain. A blessed miracle.
I make my own miracles.
But have it your way. I’ll be aboard in a few centons.
I'll have some vintage Ambrosia for you.
I should think so.
ALL CHEERING
Commander...
It's impossible.
Cain perished along with the Fifth Fleet two yahrens ago.
Yes, Colonel, but that's the fabric of miracles.
The impossible.
ON RADIO Commander Cain from the Pegasus
requesting permission to board the Galactica.
ALL CHEERING
The Lords of Kobol bless you.
You have no idea how I feel at this moment.
Me too, Adama, me too.
I have a present for you.
Where are those space loiterers we picked up?
Front and center!
ALL CHEERING
Son.
I thought I'd seen the last of you.
You would have, too, if my daughter hadn't cut them off.
They were heading straight into Gamoray.
The Delphian Empire?
It was.
Before the Cylons turned it into their outer capital.
It's now a model of machine efficiency.
That was a society of 50 million living beings.
Not anymore.
When it was clear
that the Fifth Fleet was destroyed,
I took every survivor I could aboard the Pegasus.
I headed straight for Gamoray,
their most remote supply base.
We've been living off them ever since.
It's incredible. If they control Gamoray,
they wield power across half the universe.
The only thing I've been able to do
is keep knocking that base down
so they can't get a good full strike at me.
What I've never understood
is why they didn't send out a force of base ships to finish us off.
It's quite clear now why they didn't.
Yes, the Galactica.
They were having trouble with some kind of rebel fleet,
but I couldn't break the code.
I had no idea that there were any other survivors.
Oh, nor did we.
You've given a tremendous lift to all our people.
And a death blow to the Cylons.
We're gonna take them now, Adama. This is the turning point.
No, my old friend, the most we can hope
to get from the Cylons is some fuel.
A military victory's out of the question.
What are you talking about?
I've had them on their knees in this quadrant with just one battlestar.
With two, ha! I'll finish them!
At least on Gamoray.
And then what?
Well, then we'll have all the fuel we need
and a base from which to attack.
We can't secure that planet.
And those base ships which haven't been bothering you
were after me, en masse.
No, our only hope is to just keep moving.
You mean run?
I mean escape.
But why?
We can out fly them, we can outfight them, we...
In case you haven't noticed,
I'm protecting 220 civilian ships
which crawl along in space at a pace
which is perfect for target practice.
There must be some way.
I wish there were.
But your knowledge of the Cylon supply lines will be invaluable.
If we could intercept several Cylon tankers...
Why bother with tankers?
Go straight for that fuel base at Gamoray.
I'm dead in space.
I can't leave those ships unprotected
while we go off to take some planet.
Hades' hole, Adama!
Just give me a couple of your best squadrons
and I'll take that fuel base myself.
You'll have enough fuel to take you any place in the stars.
I'll be satisfied with enough fuel just to get us out of this quadrant.
You prepare the battle plans for capturing
those Cylon tankers and I'll approve them.
Meanwhile, I want you to enjoy a few centons
of hospitality aboard the Galactica.
You deserve it.
Well, if that's the way you want it.
There's a certain young lady that I’m most anxious to find.
It's quite unlikely, I suppose,
that out of all those people from the Colonies
she'd be one of the few survivors,
but, well, she always did seem to know how to take care of herself.
Well, what was her name?
Her name is Cassiopeia.
I’ll never forget you, you old wardaggit.
Hurry back.
Well, I can see she has the same effect on you
that she's always had on me.
And apparently you've never seen her before.
Uh, speaking of lovely ladies, you met my daughter.
Happy birthday, Father. I love you.
I'm sorry, if I'd met that young lady, I'd know it.
You met her.
She was the pilot that almost flew you right out of your britches.
Like father, like daughter.
What are you gonna do?
Find a way to let him down easy.
You don't just jump on a hero.
You're assuming, of course,
Cassiopeia isn't gonna be as excited
as everybody else in the fleet that he's back.
Apollo...
Oh, sorry, I forgot. I mean, once they experience the aura of Starbuck...
I never said that. It's true, but I never said it.
Let's face it, Apollo, he is an older man.
You're on your own.
BREATHES DEEPLY
Cassiopeia?
Come in.
Hi.
Hiya, Starbuck. Is my father back?
Uh... Yeah, yeah, kid. He is.
What's the matter? He's not hurt?
Oh, no. No, no, no. It's nothing like that.
Come on, Muffy. We're gonna find my dad.
BOTH CHUCKLE
Starbuck...
What is it?
Something is wrong, isn't there?
I've... I've got some news for you.
It's about an old friend of yours.
Someone you may have been involved with or just liked.
I don't know which, but...
He's been found, alive.
Who?
Look, I know it's over between you
but he's such a legend, we'll have to let him down easy.
If you wanna do it, it's fine.
But I'll be glad to handle it for you
if it's going to be too awkward.
Starbuck, who are we talking about?
Uh... Commander Cain.
Cassiopeia!
DOOR CHIMES
Enter.
Cassie.
SIGHS
I'd almost given up hope.
Oh, I missed you so.
But I had to stop thinking about you too much.
I wouldn't expect you to,
especially with all those
young warriors around.
They're all in love with you, I'm sure.
No. Only one.
Starbuck. Starbuck?
He's a great warrior.
Oh, he is?
I wasn't comparing you.
But you're going to have to give me time to think.
We may not have much time.
I know.
Well, how'd she take the news?
Worse than I thought. She...
She wanted to be alone, so...
Starbuck, are you in a little pain?
No. What are you talking about?
Hey, hey, it's me, Apollo, remember? We talk about things.
Yeah, well, I, uh...
I guess I never did like to admit that I form...
Attachments.
You don't even like to admit it to yourself.
You know, I've never understood that about you.
You were always part of a very big family. I never had that.
So I just grew up keeping the number of people around me
as large as I could.
So you couldn't be hurt by any particular one?
Look, I don't care if Cassiopeia
feels something for this Cain.
I just don't understand the combination.
I mean he's... He's...
Yeah. Too old?
Starbuck, I think you'd better read up
on your Book Of The Word.
Some of the Elders of Kobol
were married to some very young wives.
Wives?
Aren't we getting a little
ahead of ourselves here?
She wouldn't marry him.
Anyway...
Who cares?
Not me!
Poor Starbuck.
Oh, well.
He still has Athena
and Miriam and Noday and...
Would you stop?
And who told you to listen, anyway?
SIGHS
What about Sheba?
She's developed into one of the best warriors in the fleet.
She's gonna be very unhappy that I've returned from the dead.
Children don't understand the needs that a man can have
at different times in his life.
You came into my life right after her mother died.
It may have been difficult for Sheba,
but, well, if it weren't for you, I...
Did you ever stop to think that
maybe Sheba wanted to fill that role?
She's my daughter.
I could be your daughter as well.
You could be, but you aren't.
Our basic strategy has just been to keep
knocking down their base on Gamoray.
Every time they send one of their scramble headed leaders in to rededicate that base,
we go right in and turn it into scrap metal.
ALL LAUGHING
Hey, what about you guys?
I mean, you've got to be raising all kinds of feldergarb
with those tin heads.
We do our best.
As a matter of fact, we just shot down a Cylon patrol ship.
Mind if I join you?
No, by all means.
Apollo, Strike Captain Apollo.
I believe you've spent a lot of time on my tail?
You are Sheba?
Yes, to both questions.
BOJAY: You can't be serious.
You mean, you shot down
one Cylon patrol ship in a secton?
Very serious.
When you're responsible for the lives
of hundreds of civilians
crammed aboard slow moving barges,
you have to learn to keep a low profile.
Sounds like we're going to be incompatible.
We all have to learn to adjust.
Even the legendary Commander Cain
may have to alter his combat techniques.
And who's going to tell him that?
Being somewhat a student of your father's battle tactics,
I think he'll come to it on his own.
If not...
MAN: Ten-hut!
Sit, sit. Relax everybody, relax. We're off prime!
Ah, this is good.
Good, what you're doing, getting acquainted like this.
Since we're all going to be fighting together, side by side,
I'm buying the first round.
ALL CHEER
Ambrosia for everyone. For all my warriors!
Come, my sweet Cassiopeia.
SIGHS
If you'll excuse me,
I think I've had enough combat for now.
SIGHS
Nothing changes.
Everything changes.
Not people.
Sheba?
Can we talk?
Not now. I'm really not up to it.
We're gonna have to work together
if we want to survive.
Working with you won't be the problem.
This is the route where the Cylons run their fuel ships.
Their convoy has already left Gamoray.
But If we use turbos all the way,
we can still catch them before they leave this quadrant.
Turbos all the way.
We barely have enough fuel to get there and back.
We wouldn't need any more than that.
Well, surely they'd provide fighter escort for the fuel tankers.
In case of prolonged battle you'd run out of reserves.
I don't fight prolonged battles with Cylons.
They're not that good. And we are.
ADAMA: Then we'll send a single squadron from each battlestar.
No offense but...
I'd prefer to use just my own wings on this maneuver.
Commander, I think for the purpose of morale,
it might be best If we started to integrate our squadrons,
give them a strong sense of teamwork.
Whatever you say, Commander.
I'm sure my warriors will be glad to pass on their experience.
Let's get to it.
Is there anything he doesn't do better than everyone else?
Oh, that's just his way of talking, Apollo. He's one of the best.
I've never seen anyone so treated like a god in my life.
Tigh, we must remember that he's kept his people alive
in a heart of this Cylon territory for close to two yahrens.
His men would do anything for him.
Rightfully so.
I hope you know that this adulation,
this absolute awe everybody feels for him,
in no way detracts from how the men feel about you.
Oh, Apollo.
We're not in a contest of popularity,
we're in the midst of a life and death struggle for survival.
We need heroes, men and women that our people can look up to,
gather strength from. Now, we need people like him.
They feel that way about you.
And I hope I never disappoint them.
Now, come on, now. You've got to get going, too.
I don't want the Blue Squadron reaching those tankers
after commander Cain has flown the Colonial flag.
There's a matter of pride involved here.
Yes, sir. Son...
Good luck.
Father, what are you doing? They told me you're going on the mission.
It's just a routine strike, nothing to it.
Then why go? We can't afford risking you.
We can't afford not to. I'll explain later.
Transferring control to Silver Spar Squadron.
Launch when ready.
Strike wing, standing by to launch.
Blue Squadron launched and ready to rendezvous with Silver Spar Squadron.
Four centons to target.
Captain, doesn’t that sound like Cain?
Commander Cain. And don’t speak unless spoken to,
Lieutenant Boomer, isn’t it?
Yes, but...
I make it a point to know everyone’s name on my command.
Three centons to target.
Commander, I’m not picking up anything on my scanner.
If we’re only three centons to target...
You won’t find them on your scanner, Captain.
Then how are we...
I can feel them, Captain. I can feel them.
CAIN: Just ahead you’re picking up an ionized cloud level.
That’s where our target convoy will be hiding. This is where we split up.
I thought we were going in as single strike force.
Right now, there are at least a dozen escort fighters
ready to jump us.
We do this my way, Captain.
Blue Squadron, head straight in. Silver Spar, follow me.
He ’s flying evasive tactics and I haven’t even seen...
I get the feeling he knows what he’s doing.
Anyway, we ’ll know in a micron.
Stand by to penetrate cloud layer.
There she is, a Cylon tanker.
I got two Cylon tankers. I don't see any sign of...
Okay, here we go,
Blue Squadron, go to work.
For Lord’s sake, don’t hit any of those tankers.
There ’s an awful lot of them, Skipper.
Look out, Jolly, you got one on your tail!
Roll, Jolly. He’s on you!
I can’t seem to lose him!
Let’s go get ’em.
Thank you, whoever that was.
My pleasure.
Captain, on your left wing.
I’ve got him, Apollo.
There's two of ’em running.
Blue Squadron. Pursue.
Well, that’s all of them.
Let’s go back and escort those tankers in.
APOLLO: Commander?
Yes, what is it, Captain ?
Were you aiming at a fighter?
I didn’t see him.
You didn’t, Captain?
He was as clear as the Nubian Sun to me.
Where are the two tankers?
CAIN: I don't know, Captain.
Looks like we ’ve come up empty.
Let’s regroup with Blue Squadron and head for home.
I'm sorry, Adama, but with all those ships in the air
fighting for their lives in and around those tankers,
I guess maybe we should've sent just my squadrons.
I mean, we do have a little more experience in hit-and-run tactics.
Yes, I suppose it was a mistake
mixing forces that never fought together.
Commander, with all due respect,
Blue Squadron was nowhere in the vicinity when those tankers blew up!
Nothing personal, Apollo.
You and your squadron handled yourselves
as well as any warriors I've ever seen.
It was an honor to have you along
and I wouldn't dream of attacking that Cylon base without you.
We're going against the whole base?
I don't think we have any choice now. Do we?
Events seem to have left us very few alternatives.
I'll give you my decision in the morning.
We can't wait for a decision in the morning.
We have to work on my battle plan right now.
In the morning.
Adama, with all due...
Dismissed.
I'll be in the Officers' Club when you make up your mind.
Sheba.
Father, he...
Nothing.
APOLLO: Sheba!
I'd like to talk to you.
I was about to join my father...
That's all right.
Cassiopeia and I will save you a place.
Look, I really don't feel that well. I think...
What happened out there to those tankers?
You heard the report, they were hit by incidental fire.
You're telling me that someone as good as you are,
as good as Silver Spar Squadron is,
blew the whole purpose of this mission
out of the stars by accident?
Yes, that's what I'm saying.
Well, then we have found a witness or two,
haven't we, Lieutenant?
A toast to our victory over the Cylons!
ALL: Hail!
Hail! Hail!
Now, the data from the scanners aboard the Pegasus
make it clear that an attack would result
in the forfeiture of countless lives.
Those are losses unacceptable to me,
even if we were successful in boarding fuel from the Cylon depot.
Adama, we have no choice.
Your fleet is standing dead in the sky.
It's only a matter of time before their base ships attack.
There is a choice.
According to my data, the Pegasus is carrying a maximum fuel load.
I intend to divide part of that load amongst the fleet.
What?
Only a sufficient amount to get our people
out of this quadrant without loss of life.
With any luck, our scanners will be able
to locate a secondary fuel source
before we run out of it again.
Commander, with all due respect,
we cannot risk the lives of our people on luck.
All the fuel we need is right there at that base, Gamoray.
And we have two full battlestars to hit them with.
And what do you think would happen
If we left our fleet of civilian ships unguarded
while we went off to conquer a planet?
We can be in and out before they know what's hit them.
Commander, we have been dogged by Cylon base ships
ever since we left our star system.
They strike without warning.
They could be massing for a strike
even as we talk at this moment.
Anything is possible. But I prefer to deal with the probable.
And the probabilities are, because of our combined strength now,
that we can achieve our first clean victory since we lost the war.
I'm not interested in victories.
I'm interested in saving lives, what few of them are left.
I'm sorry.
Colonel, carry out the task of distributing
the Pegasus fuel throughout the fleet.
Commander.
I will not allow that.
You have no choice.
Oh, I think I do. I think two yahrens of surviving the Cylons
in this quadrant without any help from you or the Colonies
has earned my people, my crew, the right to decide their own destiny.
In the same way you decided the destiny of two Cylon tankers?
I did what I thought I had to do
to assure the survival of our people.
How long do you suppose that fuel supply
from those two tankers would last?
We need enough fuel to sustain this fleet indefinitely.
We must take that base! We must take Gamoray!
That is one opinion, Commander.
It does not happen to be mine.
So I'm going to relieve you of any further responsibility
of making decisions contrary to orders.
You are relieved of your command.
Colonel Tigh, you will assume the bridge of the Pegasus.
Father?
I want you to know
that the men and I will follow you
in whatever you decide to do.
Thank you, Sheba, but you heard the man,
I don't decide anything anymore.
Sir, what we meant was...
I know what you meant.
But what I did this morning was a matter of tactical misjudgment.
What you're thinking of is mutiny.
I may be the most stubborn,
egocentric warrior in the history of the Colonies,
but I'm also the best damn warrior
in the history of the Colonies
and I don't intend to be remembered
as the one who pulled out
and left a lot of defenseless civilians
at the mercy of those
tin-headed, galmonging Cylons.
By your command.
Speak.
Our scouts have located the trailing vessels of the Colonial fleet.
They turned back before discovery, I presume.
By your order.
Very well done.
This is the final moment.
At long last, I've overtaken Adama
with sufficient strength to blow him out of the sky.
It should be quite a good battle.
It will be no battle at all.
A single battlestar is no match for three base ships.
Oh, no, what we have here, my dear, Lucifer,
is what is known as a rout, a humiliation,
a massacre.
Then you do not wish support fighters
from Gamoray, our outer capital?
The only thing I want from Gamoray
is a welcoming parade,
a victory celebration,
a tribute from the people of Gamoray
for the greatest military leader Cylon has ever known.
I've decided that the city of Gamoray will be my seat of power.
From it, I will decide how and where I will extend my dominion
throughout the star system.
LUCIFER: Begging your pardon, Baltar,
but don’t you think we should
first go through the formality
of conquering the humans before ordering our victory celebration ?
That had the note of sarcasm, Lucifer. Watch yourself.
You're not the only IL-series Cylon
who dreams of standing beside the greatest conqueror in all the universe.
Forgive my impudence. Hmm.
About that launch order...
Yes, yes, let's get on with it.
Wait.
Well, I have an even better idea.
I will accompany the strike force.
You, go into...
Yes, yes.
Think of the impression on the city of Gamoray
when they learn that I personally led
the final assault on the humans.
Prepare a ship with two of your best pilots.
By your command.
ON RADIO Captain Apollo from the Galactica shuttle
requesting permission to board the Pegasus.
Colonel, fuelling shuttles
are starting to come aboard.
Proceed with distribution of the fuel to all ships in the fleet.
Yes.
Colonel, there's bad feeling festering aboard this ship.
I wonder if we shouldn't delay this order
until things settle down a little?
Commander Adama wants the fleet able
to get underway within a centar's notice.
We can't do that without fuel.
Now, carry out the order.
Can we be of some help, Apollo?
Not unless you want to assist in the transfer of fuel.
What transfer is that?
We have a job to do. Stand aside.
What do you think you're doing?
Fighting for our commander. And our lives.
The Commander has accepted the order.
Now, why don't you show the same good sense?
Look, Captain, maybe you don't understand the situation.
Adama humiliated the greatest man that ever lived
a man that can think and fight circles around your father.
She's right, Apollo. He saved every one of us from certain death.
Now, it's our turn to help him.
Look, no one wants to see Cain hurt or disgraced.
Isn't it a bit late to say that?
Don't you understand? Commander Adama had no choice.
For better or worse, there can only be one leader.
That's right. And we've got the wrong one.
That's why you're not taking our fuel.
I'm only going to say this one more time.
Adama is the fleet commander,
and he's determined that we don't dare
send our defenses off to some Cylon capital
while our fleet sits here helpless!
Now, I happen to support that thinking, so you stand aside!
Well, now, what's it gonna be?
ALARM RINGING
Just what Adama was afraid of.
We're under attack. Let's get back to the ship.
Large Cylon task force coming in.
WOMAN: Fifty microns and closing.
Get me the Galactica.
Sir, 45 microns and closing.
That's the largest task force I've seen
since the destruction of Caprica.
What is it? What have they got?
We're not certain.
But from the size of that phalanx of attack bombers,
they have three base ships moving in on us.
You were right, I was wrong.
The fleet would've been defenseless now
if we had attacked their base.
Well, right now I need you and your tactical wizardry.
They didn't use more than three base ships
when they wiped out our entire fleet at Caprica.
Yes, but surprise was on their side at Caprica.
This time, it might be on our side.
Pull out the Pegasus.
Exactly. It's on the far side of our fleet.
I doubt if it's on their scanners yet.
I'll bring it around and squeeze them in-between us.
Don't take too long to be in position.
Well, if you don't mind my burning up half my fuel,
I’ll see if I can bring it up to light speed
Do I have a choice?
Be there when we need you.
I'll be there.
Commander, 25 microns and closing.
Arm weapons. Stand by to attack.
This is going to be a classic defeat,
spoken of throughout the star system for 1,000 yahrens.
Launch fighters.
Incoming communication from Commander Cain, sir.
Put it on the line.
Colonel, I’m resuming command of the Pegasus.
So I've been informed by Commander Adama.
Good. Now, get that ship out of there.
Swing around on a 180 and head out on a course of 1-1-0.
I’ll rendezvous with you.
What about the attack force coming in?
You let me worry about that.
Bring all fighters to launch-ready. I’ll be aboard in 10 microns.
ALL: Yeah!
It's nothing personal, sir.
It's just that...
I quite understand.
Who can fight a living legend?
BALTAR: Goodbye, Galactica.
Goodbye, Adama.
You're finished.
Positive shield, now.
All batteries commence fire.
STARBUCK: Let’s go get ’em.
This time, the Galactica hasn't a chance.
Concentrate our fighters on the Galactica’s landing bays.
Her warriors won't be able to refuel, reload or land.
Fire in the bay.
Damage report.
It's out of control. Alpha bay is completely cutoff.
Continue leading her warriors away from the main fleet.
They can't stay aloft using full battle thrusters for very long.
A word of caution.
We too, are expending great amounts of fuel
in a sustained attack.
Yes, but we have a place to land.
They do not.
Or, will not, before long.
We are now running parallel to the attacking Cylons on their rear flank.
The Galactica is reporting heavy damage to her landing bays.
Bring her around 60 degrees. We're going in.
Burn, Galactica.
You're finished, Adama!
Sir, if I may.
I don't want to miss a moment
of the last battlestar's destruction.
I really think you should take a look at the other battlestar.
What are you babbling about...
It's impossible.
No, it is a battlestar.
Turn, you fool! Turn!
He's coming right for us!