Battlestar Galactica Page #2

By forces unknown.

You are not to launch until|the situation is more clear.

Sir, may I at least urge you|to bring the fleet to a state of alert?

I will consider that.|Thank you, Commander.

He'll consider it.|He'll consider it?

- It's all right.|- I'm sorry, Commander. It's just that--

- Well what?|- The patrol is under the command of Captain Apollo.

Well, if I can't have confidence|in my firstborn son,

whom can I depend upon?

Commander,|Zac is with him.

It's his first patrol.

Thank you.

[ Engine Sputtering ]

- [ Engine Continues Sputtering ]|- Come on, baby. Give me all you got.

Still no word|from our fighters, sir.

Their transmission is being deliberately|jammed. If we don't launch--

We cannot launch.|It's been expressly forbidden.

However,

this might be a very good time|for battle stations drill.

- Sound the alert, Colonel.|- Yes, sir.

You may never see|another one, fellas.

- A perfect pyramid.|- [ Whistling, Chattering ]

Unless there's a better hand,|the pot's mine.

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

- [ Alarm Sounds ]|- Unfortunately, we'll have to finish later!

- [ Man ] Another time.|- No! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Hey, wait a minute!|Wait! Wait! Wait!

- [ Starbuck ] Hey, come back!|- Duty calls.

[ Alarm, Chattering Continue ]

[ Man ] Oh, come on!|Come on! Come on!

Sir, our long-range scanner...

shows a large number of ships|headed this way at high speed.

A single patrol craft|is approaching, Commander.

Get that pilot here as soon as he lands.|Get me the president.

- What's goin' on?|- Nothing to worry about.

Probably some kind of aerial salute for|the president while he signs the armistice.

It sure ruined|a good card game.

- Commander?|- Mr. President.

A wall of unidentified craft|is closing in on the fleet.

Possibly a Cylon|welcoming committee.

Sir, may I suggest we launch|a welcoming committee of our own?

Mr. President, there remain many|hostile feelings amongst our warriors.

The likelihood|of an unfortunate incident...

with all those pilots|in the sky at once?

Commander?

Sir, did Count Baltar suggest that our|forces sit here totally defenseless?

My friend,|we are on a peace mission--

the first peace man has known|in a thousand years.

[ Engine Sputtering ]

Stand by to attack.

Come on, baby.|Not much farther.

Blue Flag 2 in trouble.|Request emergency approach.

- Mr. President--|- Commander,

one of our patrol ships is under attack|from main force approaching the fleet.

Mr. President, your welcoming committee|is firing at our patrol.

Baltar.

Baltar?

[ Sighs ]|We made it.

[ Zac ] Patrol to fleet!|Patrol to fleet! I need help!

What was that?

That was my son,|Mr. President.

[ Crying ]|No. Oh, my God.

Positive shield now.|Launch fighters.

- All batteries commence fire.|- [ Man ] All fire control stations...

manned and operational.

[ Woman ]|Launch all remaining Vipers.

- Sir, they're off.|- Fighters launched, sir.

- Were the other ships able to launch their fighters?|- Negative, sir.

- [ Laser Fire ]|- Lord help us.

[ Man ] Engineering reports|laser hits on starboard 8-8-7.

Cylons. It was an ambush.|I had to leave Zac.

- He's disabled. I'd like to go back and lead him in.|- That won't be possible.

I didn't know what else to do. If I|don't go back, he doesn't stand a chance!

Atlantia to all battlestars, we are|under attack. Repeat, under attack.

- Zac?|- His ship was destroyed just short of the fleet.

Transferring target scanners|to deck seven.

Battlestar Atlantia|losing speed.

[ Man ] Must renew speed three points|to maintain position with Atlantia.

Hey, heads up, Boomer.|There's a pair on your tail.

Pull up, Boomer.|I'll try to get him off!

Nice shootin'!

Captain, we have to know how many|base ships we're dealing with.

- No base ships.|- You must be mistaken, Captain.

Fighters couldn't function|this far from Cylon without base ships.

- They don't carry enough fuel.|- Just fighters-- maybe a thousand.

How do you account|for that, Apollo?

I don't know. We picked up|an empty tanker on our scanner.

It's my guess the Cylons used it|to refuel for the attack...

after flying to that point|from wherever their base ships are.

Why operate this far from Cylon without|base ships when it isn't necessary?

They would have been|well out of our range at the old moon.

Unless it was necessary...

for them to be|somewhere else.

Get me the president!

Hey, Starbuck,|it's dangerous around here.

Mr. President, I request|permission to leave the fleet.

I have reason to suspect our|home planets may face imminent attack.

- [ Woman ] Atlantia to all battlestars.|- Maintain contact.

Fire's out of control.|Request Vipers.

[ Sobbing ] How could I|have been so completely wrong?

I have led the entire|human race to ruin.

Mr. President.

[ Screaming ]

Group three,|vectors 1-7 and 2-8.

Arm and attack Atlantia.

[ Screaming ]

- I got him on the left.|- I got him on the right.

Atlantia death squadron,|attack!

[ Man Chattering ]

- Negative field now.|- [ Woman ] Emergency power to guns eight through twelve.

- [ Woman ] My God, the ship--|- [ Man ] Get back to your post now.

Oh, my God.

Commander, our long-range scanners|have picked up Cylon base ships--

at grid 0-3-5,

1-2-6 and 2-5-8.

That puts them well within|striking range...

of the planets Virgon,|Sagittara and--

Yes, and Caprica.

By your command.

Speak, Centurian.

All base ships|are now in range...

to attack the colonies.

The final annihilation|of the life-form known as man.

Let the attack begin.

Helm, bring us around.

We're withdrawing.

- Flank speed for home.|- [ Woman ] Request shuttles too.

[ Laser Fire ]

Commander,|the long-range scanner...

picks up wave after wave of small ships|headed towards all inner planets.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ]|Let's get out of here!

- Get out! Come on!|- [ Chattering Continues ]

Boxey!

[ Screaming ]

Look out! Boxey!

[ Screams ]

[ Screaming,|Chattering Continue ]

Please, miss. The building's gonna|topple! Everybody, run for cover!

Run! Run! Hurry!|Find cover! Get out of here!

Stay down here!

Down! Down!

[ Barking ]

- My daggit! My daggit! Where is he?|- He's fine!

[ Yelps ]

It's gonna be all right.

[ TV Reporter ] Reaching on a broad|front from the lakes to the peninsula.

Thirty-one cities are known|to be under heavy attack.

- [ Continues, Indistinct ]|- [ Man ] I'm dying here!

People running on fire!

I can't tell you what it's like.|I'm all alone here.

- I can't reach anyone.|- ...reports devastation throughout the mainland.

Call X-B-31-91.

[ Man ] This is the most terrible thing|I've ever witnessed.

[ Man ] Red one-three-niner,|we're on fire!

Emergency!|Fire in red 1-3.

[ Woman ] There are hundreds of fires.|A sea of fire.

The water supply is cut off.|There is no water!

I'm told the death toll|is in the hundreds--

[ Man ] No, sir, I cannot!|My orders are to cover the relay.

[ Woman ]|The central area is under attack.

A second wave is coming in!|We have no defenses!

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