Battlestar Galactica Page #3

Is anyone on this channel?

Is this channel operative?|Do any of these channels work?

- [ Crying ]|- [ TV Reporters Continue, Indistinct ]

Oh, Zac!|And all the others!

They trusted us to protect them,|and we-- Oh!

There really wasn't|any choice.

Commander, Cylon base ships|on long-range scanner...

launching|to all outer planets.

No hope, Commander.

What about Sagittara?

Planet's in flames,|Commander.

Have my shuttle craft|prepared, please.

Shuttle craft?

I'm going down|on the surface of Caprica.

That is out of the question. If|the Cylon scanners should pick you up--

You will continue to rendezvous|with the survivors of the fleet.

I'll take you in my fighter. You're the|last surviving member of the council.

If we should run into a Cylon attack|ship, at least you'll have a chance.

I insist on that,|Commander.

Very well.

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

Ships are coming in|on both decks, sir.

[ Tigh ]|What's the count?

67 fighters in all, sir.|25 of our own.

How many battlestars?

- None.|- What?

We're the only surviving|battlestar.

My God.

Red Leader One in trouble.|Repeat, in trouble.

We read you, Red Leader.|How can we assist you?

I'm battle-damaged. Power control|circuits shot away in my landing gear.

I'm on the line, Starbuck.|What's your condition?

This is no time|for trainees, Athena.

I'm in trouble.|I mean, I'm in real trouble.

You will be if you keep|talking like that.

- [ Athena ] How's your fuel?|- Dry.

All right.|Run the check with me.

Alpha circuit. Close and alternate|to left servo circuit.

Alpha circuit closed.|Alternating to left servo circuit.

No response.|My throttles are still full open.

[ Keyboard Clicking ]

Omega C circuit. Close and alternate|to servo support circuit.

Alternating|to servo support circuit.

Does not respond.

Bring him in full throttle with shutdown|at the outer marker. There's no choice.

I heard him.

Get everyone out of the way.|I'm comin' in hot!

[ Man ]|You're cleared to land.

Roger. I hope you guys aren't|countin' off for neatness.

He'll be coming in|like a missile.

Stay back!|He could lose it!

I told you to stay back!

- [ Athena ] Starbuck!|- [ Man ] Get out fast! The ship might blow any minute!

- Are you all right?|- Fine. Fine. No thanks to your father.

Here.|Give it a good wash, fellas.

Get under that wing.|Blow that out! Get that fire there!

What are you saying|about my father?

- Do you realize what we've just been through?|- Oh, yeah?

You should have seen|how we spent our day.

I managed to single-handedly keep the Cylons|off your neck while you took a little cruise!

- Don't you realize what's happened?|- Oh, yeah. Sure.

You should see this baby from the air|when it takes off across the sky.

It's a beautiful sight,|unless it happens to be your base ship.

Starbuck, listen to me!

The colonies are gone.

- All of them.|- What are you talking about, gone?

I'm sorry, lla.

I was never there|when it mattered.

Never.

- [ Chattering ]|- [ Man ] Wait a minute.

- [ Chattering Continues ]|- [ Man ] This way.

- [ Man ] There must be food somewhere.|- [ Man ] I'm hungry.

[ Apollo ]|Father?

There are crowds coming.|They probably saw our ship land.

I was just g-gathering|a few things here.

- This likeness of you and Zac--|- Father, we can't stay.

Maybe Mother wasn't here.

No.

No, she was here.

She was here.

[ Chattering Continues ]

Where were they?

[ All ]|Yeah!

Where were they? Where were the rest|of you fancy flyers?

Where were you when they killed the rest|of us? What were you doin', boy?

Wait! Wait!|Let him talk.

I want to know where you were as well.|All of you.

We waited.

We watched and prayed,|and you never came.

Most of us are dead.

- The fleet is all but destroyed.|- But you're here.

- From the battlestar Galactica.|- It survives?

Yes.

What of the president|and the Council of 12...

and all the other colonies?

[ Adama ]|All destroyed.

- Commander Adama.|- Yes, Serina.

It's true then.|We are defeated, doomed.

Can I ride|in your ship, sir?

Fighter planes|are no place for little boys.

They're going to have to be|if our people are going to survive.

We must fight back.

Yes, we are|going to fight back.

But not here. Not now.|Not in the colonies.

Not even|in this star system.

Let the word go forth to every man, woman|and child who survived this holocaust.

Tell them to set sail at once in every|assorted vehicle that will carry them.

[ Adama ] And the word went forth|to every outpost of human existence.

And they came--|the Aires, the Gemins,

the Virgos, the Scorpios,

the Piceans|and the Sagittarians.

In all, 220 ships,

representing every colony,|color and creed in the star system.

[ Adama ] The human race|might have one more chance,

but first it would have to survive|the alliance, the elements...

and the unknown dark and sinister|threats that would lie ahead.

Their destruction is complete.

[ Centurian ] Our forces have taken|prisoners near the spacedrome.

They tell of survivors|who escaped in ships.

What ships?

Hmph!|How far can they go?

If a handful of survivors|did indeed escape,

they would have neither fuel|nor food for a prolonged voyage.

The information|is not complete.

It is offered|in exchange for life.

And what is the standing order|for humans from your imperious leader?

Extermination.

Then carry out your orders,|and if they exist,

they're doomed.

[ Adama ] We gather here as|representatives of each ship in our fleet...

to answer|that single question:

Where will we go?

Our recorded history tells|us that we descended...

from a mother civilization,

a race that went out into space|to establish colonies.

Those of us here|assembled now...

represent the only known|surviving colonies, save one.

A sister world,|far out in the universe,

remembered to us only|through ancient writings.

It is my intention to seek out|that remaining colony,

that last outpost of humanity|in the whole universe.

[ Serina ]|Commander Adama.

This 13th colony,|this other world--

Where is it,|and what is it called?

I wish I could tell you|that I know precisely where it is,

but I can't.

However, I do know that it lies|beyond our star system...

in a galaxy|very much like our own,

on a planet called...

Earth.

- Earth!|- [ All Murmuring ]

Flight Leader 17|by your command.

Report, Centurian,|on the final assault.

On each of the 12 planets|a similar story is told...

of a handful of ships|who escaped destruction...

to rendezvous|with a warship.

- What kind of warship?|- A battlestar called Galactica.

Then go and seek out Baltar.|Tell him I am displeased.

Tell him|I offer a choice.

Deliver|the battlestar Galactica,

or deliver his head.

[ Starbuck ] This is Alpha shuttle|approaching freighter Gemini...

for fleet damage|and supply survey.

Please prepare to receive.

It isn't the worst duty in the fleet,|asking a lot of questions.

I hear they're sending some poor guys|from Beta section...

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