Battlestar Galactica: The Plan Page #3

out there.

No!

I can't leave them

out there!

They're coming back.

We are all gonna die

if we don't move.

- Let's go!

- Go!

Move!

Move!

Move, move, move.

Everybody back.

Let's go. Move out,

move out, move out.

Yes, but Fives in general

haven't been that

impressive thus far.

One of your counterparts

managed to get himself

outed back on Ragnar Station.

I can't understand

how he was discovered.

I heard it was Dr. Baltar.

Well, no. I'm not

talking about that, exactly.

I'm talking about the fact

that you're walking

around this fleet

wearing that jacket,

and, more importantly,

that face.

You're recognizable.

His jacket was burgundy.

This is teal.

Well, I have something else

for you to wear, Five. Yes.

They call this

a suicide vest,

but I think that undersells

all the homicide that goes

along with it, don't you?

T.

Are you okay?

You know,

even robots take their dead.

There was nothing...

I don't know

what I'm doing!

We need you. Please.

Starbuck, Galactica. You

have three enemy contacts

identified as fighters.

Copy that, Galactica.

All right, listen up.

Stay with your wingmen,

keep your interval and

remember your training.

On my mark,

kick in your burners.

Three, two, one, mark.

All right, here they come.

Ready, break.

Keep it together.

All right, that's two down.

Where's their buddy?

Hey. This is a chapel,

not a bus station.

You can't sleep here.

Hey, whoa. You're gonna

kill yourself. Here, let me,

let me. I got it, I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Thanks. I'm swapping out

the oxygen cylinders

on Raptor 702.

I checked 702 yesterday.

Life support's fine.

Until two weeks ago,

I used to inspect

the aircraft for Sun Airways.

If I found cylinders

in that condition, you'd

be looking at a shutdown.

All right. Well,

grab the spares.

There are no spares.

Welcome to the Galactica.

Uh...

Lieutenant Valerii,

this is Giana O'Neill.

A new knuckle dragger.

Great, we could use the help.

Yes. You could.

Do you need to see me

for something, Lieutenant?

No, I'm...

Carry on, Chief.

So how long have you two

been seeing each other?

Excuse me?

I've seen office romances

before. My old job was

full of them. Believe me.

Like you and your husband?

No. He's a medic

in the Colonial Fleet.

At least he used to be.

Our romance had

different obstacles.

There's always something.

Well, I wouldn't know

anything about that.

You're gonna do fine.

I know it.

Well, I'm glad you do,

because I feel like

I'm gonna die or something.

Well, in a way, you are.

But when you wake up,

you're gonna begin

a whole new life.

A human life

with a human name.

Sharon Valerii.

Water?

Trust me,

it'll disable the Fleet.

Someone just has to

get in there and attach

explosives to the tank.

All right. Do it

as soon as possible.

And after you download,

remember to report

the position of the Fleet.

Wait, wait,

I'm not sure that I'm...

My cover.

It's stronger than expected,

and there are some people

onboard Galactica

that have a hold on me.

Chief Tyrol loves me.

Chief Tyrol?

That's an interesting

human to choose

among all humans.

You're a machine, Eight.

Go get some explosives,

blow up the tank,

and then have

a fatal accident.

Right now,

I'm late for dinner.

Let's thank the Gods.

Yes. Yes,

let's thank the Gods.

Thank you, Lords of

Kobol, for uniting our family

in the midst of great tragedy.

We pray.

Well, so it is you.

I thought I recognized you

from the other day.

How come you

didn't stop by?

Hello. I'm Brother Cavil.

Hello.

Honey, Brother Cavil

was my childhood priest.

Is this your family?

Hmm?

I'm Giana O'Neill,

Simon's wife.

This is Jemmy,

from my first marriage.

I don't think I've ever met

anyone from Simon's childhood.

Please, sit down.

Oh, I'm sure we'd have

loads to talk about,

but I'm so busy right now,

you can't imagine.

Stop by sometime.

And remember,

I know where you live.

I didn't think

it would be so hot

and dirty. The smell is...

I know.

The Centurions should

be doing this.

They're all alike.

T, they've gotta be Cylons.

Frakkers look like us now.

Listen to me. We have

to get out of here, okay?

You need to be very quiet.

Okay? All right.

Just follow me out.

Here we go.

Come on, come on, come on.

I was underwater

and I started to lose it.

And to lose who I am.

I didn't know where I was

and... I started to panic

and I tried to breathe.

We shouldn't need

to breathe.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure if we should

detonate the charges.

I mean, these humans,

there are so few of them.

They're no threat.

They are manifestly

a threat.

They're a threat

because of the power they

have to make you do this.

Of all Cylons,

you should see that.

Now,

you really ought to get

out of those wet clothes.

Fine. Be a prude.

Someone's obviously

setting you up to take

the fall for something.

That's what it is.

You wake up somewhere,

you don't know how

you got there or anything.

You're drugged,

or manipulated,

or who knows what. Something.

What do we do?

Because if I report

what's happened, they're gonna

think I'm a Cylon agent.

No, they're not. No, no,

they're not. Why would

they think that? That's crazy.

People are

getting crazy, okay?

You heard the rumors.

Cylons who look like humans,

sleeper agents

hiding in the Fleet.

Decompression alarm!

Motherfrakkers!

There's one more!

Help! Somebody help me!

We got a survivor.

Security, XO.

Send an armed

detail to meet me

in the midpoint promenade

deck causeway, C level.

Approach from aft.

Repeat, approach from aft.

Doral!

...tell us if

you've seen anybody who

matches this description?

Does he look

familiar to you?

Have you seen this man?

Yeah, just saw him.

You sure?

Yeah.

Let's go.

Roger.

Good job.

You know,

there are those who think

this current devastation

is punishment

for man's sins.

Is that what you believe,

Brother?

I don't believe

it's punishment

from the Gods, no.

But perhaps...

Perhaps the Cylons

have assumed the role

that the Gods once had.

That's a pretty

trippy thought.

Yeah, well,

they're smiting us

pretty well,

and there's certainly

an abundance of sins

to judge.

Do you, you know,

hear confessions?

I can, of course.

Yes, I can.

Good. We'll talk later.

All right.

All right.

Doc, this is Brother Cavil.

This is our team doctor.

Welcome, Brother.

I'm very glad to

see you. Very glad.

Glad to see you, too.

Maybe a man of the Gods

will bring us some luck

around here, eh?

Yeah. After you.

Four, you're late.

It was hard to get away.

Oh.

Yes, I found a Three

with a similar problem.

I let her pursue her path.

But you...

Oh, did you happen to hear

about the courageous Five

that wore an explosive vest

into the corridors

of Galactica recently?

I'm a medic.

There are other things

that I can do.

Oh, yes.

The serial-killer option.

That's a fine, fine option.

But, tell me,

are you reluctant to do

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