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Battlestar Galactica Page #10
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- 1978
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- 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.
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?
Muffit! Wait!|We can't leave without Muffit!
- We can't leave without Muffit.|- Let's go!
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.
- Fire in the bay!|- Damage control.
- Your wing ready, Jolly?|- Ready, sir.
- Boomer?|- Ready, Captain.
Let's go.
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.
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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