Battlestar Galactica

[ Man's Voice ]|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--

that they may have been the great|architects of the great pyramids...

or the lost civilizations|of Lemuria...

or Atlantis.

Some believe that there may yet|be brothers of man...

who even now fight|to survive,

far, far away|amongst the stars.

Noble delegates,

I realize you are all anxious|to get back to your ships...

before our rendezvous|with the Cylons,

but I think it appropriate|to toast...

the most significant event|in the history of mankind.

I would like to raise|my chalice... to you--

not merely|as the quorum of 12,

representing|the 12 colonies of man,

but as my friends--

the greatest leaders|ever assembled.

As we approach|the seventh millennium of time,

the human race at last|will find peace, thanks to you.

[ All ]|Peace.

Starbuck, he's comin'.|What are you gonna say?

Zac, now just calm down.|Why are you so nervous?

- He still thinks of me as his little brother.|- Well, you're acting like one.

- It's just a routine patrol. Why is it so important to you?|- 'Cause it is.

Look, I'm a warrior. I earned that.|I wanna prove that to him.

I know, Zac, but this|may not be the best time.

Well, it's a peace envoy.|What possible trouble could there be?

- Well, that's not the point.|- Starbuck, you promised.

- I know.|- Starbuck, what are you doin'? We're goin' on patrol.

- Uh, uh, w--|- He can't make it.

- Starbuck's not feeling well.|- Oh?

Yeah, uh-- Well, it's, um--|I don't--

Well, that's, uh,|kinda short notice.

I mean, with everybody|not wanting to go on this patrol--

everybody wants to celebrate|the armistice, uh--

I wonder who I'm gonna|be able to find.

- Uh--|- Yes, uh, Zac. You have a suggestion?

I've studied the coordinates|from here to the Cylon capital.

My ship's ready to go.

Well, that's lucky.|Isn't it, Starbuck?

Yeah, that's a real|stroke of luck.

Well, I guess you're just gonna have|to pull Starbuck's patrol with me.

Wow!

[ Laughing ]

- Were we ever like that?|- I don't know. I can't remember that far back.

Listen, uh, maybe|I ought to go along.

No, he's gonna be just fine. I mean,|it's not as if we're at war, right?

- See ya later.|- Okay.

- Take care of the stomach.|- Yeah. I will.

Section 12, launch bay alpha.|Stand by to launch fighter probe.

Acknowledge input.|Recorded and functioning.

[ Woman ] Vector coordinates|coded and transferred.

- Acknowledge.|- Acknowledge. Ready to launch.

Core systems transferring control|to probe craft. Launch when ready.

- You forget how different it is out here.|- [ Apollo ] This is nothing.

When the war is officially over, we may be|able to get back to deep star exploration.

That's the challenge, Zac. Let's roll|over and take a look at the Lianus vector.

Baltar, my friend,

this armistice conference|would not have been possible...

without your tireless work.

You have secured for yourself|a place in the history books.

That the Cylons chose me as|their liaison to the quorum of the 12...

was an act of providence,|not skill.

[ Chuckling ]

I see the party is not a huge success|with all my children.

What awaits us out there|is what troubles me.

Oh, surely you don't cling|to your suspicions about the Cylons.

They asked|for this armistice.

- They want peace.|- Forgive me, Mr. President,

but they hate us with every|fiber of their existence.

We love freedom.|We love... independence--

to feel, to question,|to resist oppression.

To them, it's an alien way of existing|they will never accept.

But they have...

through Baltar.

They have sued for peace.

Yes.|Of course you're right.

Apollo, two targets on my scanner|just above the old moon Cimtar.

Could be a storm. The fleet|will be coming right through it.

You hold positions and cover me|while I take a look.

I'm kicking in my turbos.

- [ Apollo ] Well, look at that.|- [ Zac ] What is it?

Tell ya in a flash.

Warbook says a Cylon tanker.|Scanner reads it's empty.

I have a funny feeling|about this.

Well, we came to look.

There's the other ship,|tucked in nice and neat.

I wonder what she's doin'.

[ Beeping ]

I can't read anything inside.|She's jamming us.

-[ Zac ] Warbook says she's a freighter.|-My foot.

If she's jamming us, she's hiding|something. I'm going 'round her.

Nothing but a harmless mist.

Not heavy at all.

I don't see why they'd send up|all that electronic jamming.

- Let's get out of here.|- Why?

[ Apollo ]|I'll explain later.

Colonial Viper in quadrant.|Intercepting.

I see what you mean.

It's an ambush, and they've got enough|firepower to destroy the entire fleet.

They're jamming transmission. We're not|gonna make it giving them our backs.

- How many of 'em can you make out?|- Four.

When I hit three, you hit reverse|thrusters and maximum breaking flaps.

We'll give 'em a little surprise.|One, two, three!

Turbos firm forward thrust now.

Right here, you creeps!

Not bad,|little brother.

Okay. You go after the guys|on the right.

- Yahoo!|- Apollo, I'll get this one.

Zac, look out behind you!

- I can't lose him! He's right on my tail!|- Hang on. I'm coming.

- Steady.|- Hurry, Apollo!

Steady.

Nice shooting,|but they hit my high engine.

That's okay, little brother.|We got all of 'em.

No way those guys can outfight us|without a ten-to-one margin.

Apollo...|better look at your scanner.

No, but a thousand to one--|that's not fair.

- What's it mean?|- It means there isn't going to be any peace.

There may not be much of anything|if we don't warn the fleet.

Do it. I'm short an engine. You know|I won't be able to keep up with ya.

- Zac, I'm not gonna leave you.|- You have to.

I'm puttin' my foot in that turbo.|I'll make it back ahead of 'em.

Now go on. You gotta warn the fleet.|I'll be all right.

You can fly with me anytime,|little brother.

Good luck.

Galactica control, this is|Commander Adama returning from Atlantia.

- Request permission to land.|- [ Woman ] Permission granted.

Something's wrong.

- What is it?|- I don't know. They just put the ship on alert.

[ Woman ] Atlantia, this is Galactica|core control. Request assistance--

Colonel,|what's been happening?

Our patrol ran into trouble. We picked|up some signals, but they're being jammed.

Could be smugglers|or pirates or--

- [ Woman ] Standing by.|- Get me the president, please.

[ Adama ] Mr. President,|our patrol is under attack.

We don't know by whom.

As a precautionary measure, I would|like to launch intercept fighters.

I should think that's highly inadvisable,|in view of the delicacy of our situation.

You're quite right, Baltar.

Commander, as a precautionary measure,|I insist upon restraint.

If this turns out to be an encounter|with some outlaw traffic,

we could jeopardize|the whole cause of peace...

by displaying fighters when we|are so close to our rendezvous.

Mr. President, two of my starfighters|are under armed attack.

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