Battlestar Galactica Page #10

- And so I--|- Everybody, listen to me!

I want everybody to move quickly|towards the exits! That is an order!

- Stay where you are! I'm in charge!|- [ People Screaming ]

Do what the man says!|He's in charge!

Over here, Muffit.|I'm gonna save you.

[ Shouting, Screaming ]

Enemy closing, 70 microns.

[ Shouting Continues ]

Enemy approaching,|55 microns.

Serina, take Boxey!

I'll be back. Let's go!|Move it out! Take it easy!

[ Serina ]|Boxey, where are you?

[ Shouting Continues ]

Muffit! Wait!|We can't leave without Muffit!

- We can't leave without Muffit.|- Let's go!

[ Woman Sobbing ]

[ Shouting Continues ]

Do you have any idea where|these Landrams are coming from?

- I don't know.|- Landrams courtesy of Commander Adama.

Thirty-five microns|and closing.

What are you doing|in combat dress?

The rest of Blue Squadron|didn't get to go to the party.

They had to let you go, though, or they'd been|wise they didn't have all the military there.

Well, if you didn't go,|who were those guys?

Anybody the commander could find|in fleet to fill the uniforms.

You should've seen the one|that got mine.

Enemy closing, 30 microns.

Recall all warriors|from surface.

- Stand by to attack.|- Twenty-five microns...

and closing.

I want you ladies|in that shuttle craft.

- Jolly, what's going on?|- The whole squadron's waiting for orders from the Galactica.

- Yahoo!|- Fifteen microns.

Cylon attack force|now closing to killer range.

They'll take you|in the shuttle.

- Let's go.|- Bye.

Take care of your mom.

I wish he could be my daddy.

Enemy closing in,|ten microns.

They are not sending out|interceptors.

We have taken them|completely by surprise.

Closing in, five microns.

[ Computer Voice ]|Four, three, two, one.

Positive shield now!

- [ Apollo ] Starbuck?|- Revved and ready for takeoff.

It's coming right at us.

- Fire in the bay!|- Damage control.

- Your wing ready, Jolly?|- Ready, sir.

- Boomer?|- Ready, Captain.

Let's go.

[ Engines Starting ]

There's nothing|to stop them!

Incoming surface squadron doesn't seem|to match any known Cylon war machines.

Are they gonna be surprised.

If we don't stop 'em, we're gonna|have to go back and live on that rock.

On target.

That one's|for the Atlantia.

Here's one for Zac.

Father, they're ours!|All of them! But how?

Looks to me like a lot of our boys|violated orders and skipped the party.

- Make a note to discuss discipline in the ranks.|- Yes, sir.

- [ Apollo ] Starbuck?|- Yo.

- On your tail.|- Nothin' to worry about.

Felgercarb!

- Boomer, you give him a hand.|- I'm on my way.

[ Starbuck ]|Don't take too long, Boomer.

Thanks for the assist.

[ Starbuck ]|Squadron Vector Alpha. I'm onto three.

Uh, make that two.

Let's go!|Press it home!

[ Apollo ]|I think we got 'em on the run.

- Now let's see if we can find that Cylon base ship.|- Nothing on my scanner.

It's hidden someplace|behind Carillon.

That's the only way|it could have approached us.

We're not gonna let|that base ship go.

It can follow us at a safe distance and plot|our every move until the reinforcements arrive.

Let's go down on the deck|beneath the scanners.

Warriors requesting permission|to locate and pursue Cylon base ship.

No. Colonel, we must|conserve our resources...

if we're to find a home|for our people.

Bring the fleet home.

- [ Apollo ] Go onto Cylon frequency.|- [ Starbuck ] What for?

They can't see us,|but they'll be able to hear us.

Doing what? Praying?

You're gonna be Red and Blue Squadrons,|and I'm gonna be Green and Yellow.

I'll be Red and Blue--

Oh, I get it!|No, I don't.

Sir, two of our warriors|are overdue and unaccounted for.

Who?

It's Captain Apollo, sir.

[ Sighs ]|Who else?

- And Starbuck.|- I see.

Switching frequencies now.

[ Apollo ] This is Green Leader to Red.|All ships ready for attack.

Um, yeah. Yeah, we're all ready.|Every one of us.

- Speak, Centurian.|- By your command.

Colonial Viper squadrons|approaching in large numbers.

Surely our Raiders|are close enough to defend us.

Our Raiders are still engaged|against the Galactica.

Retreat base ship|behind the protection of Carillon.

Their scanners will not|be able to find us.

[ Apollo ] Yellow Leader,|we have your squadron in visual contact.

[ Starbuck ]|Uh, right. Green Leader.

I've got two more squadrons|requesting permission to join us.

Purple and Orange squadrons.

They're just dyin' for a good fight.|Been on reconnaissance.

Purple and Orange?

Uh, negative, Blue Leader.|Let's not get carried away.

We've got all the manpower|we need to knock out one base ship.

We're picking up some attack signals|between Purple and Orange squadrons.

We don't have|Purple and Orange squadrons.

Purple and Orange?

Starbuck and Apollo?

Lord help 'em both.

The warriors continue to advance.|At least six squadrons.

Recall all Raiders|to defend base ship.

All Raiders|are all destroyed.

All destroyed? How?|We took them by surprise.

Apparently, it was not as big a surprise|as we had hoped for.

Retreat closer to Carillon,|below their scanners.

There are reports of fires.

- I said lower, or they will destroy us.|- By your command.

Just ahead.|There she is.

[ Starbuck ]|Lovely. What'll we do? Ram her?

We are now picking up|attacking warriors on the scanner.

We are too close|to the surface.

Sir, telemetry reports surface|of Carillon reaching vapor point.

There are only two ships.|It is a deception.

Open fire|and retreat from the planet.

- Uh, Apollo--|- Okay, Starbuck.

Let's get outta here before that tylium|we set on fire blows the planet apart.

[ Adama ]|Negative field now.

She's going to explode.

Let's go home.

Some home-- a piece of metal|in the middle of nowhere.

Beats just plain nowhere,|at least until we find Earth.

Think we'll ever|really find it?

We'll find it, someday.

Let's go in.

[ Adama ]|Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,

the last battlestar,|Galactica,

leads a ragtag fugitive fleet|on a lonely quest:

a shining planet...|known as Earth.

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