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crawling around on the outside of|an old skybus looking for a solium leak.

Wonder how they missed us|for that detail.

- [ Starbuck ] Excuse me, but--|- Shh!

Would you mind telling us|what you're looking for?

Solium leaks!

- Bye!|- Halt!

Apollo--

Captain, that stuff|is dangerous.

These old ships|shouldn't even be flying.

There really wasn't|much choice, was there?

How many people did we leave behind|for lack of ships?

Now, unless you're willing to volunteer|permanent assignment on this tub,

you'll help survey each and every ship|in this fleet for damage,

or I just might be tempted|to loan you guys out to Beta company.

Just keep it up, old buddy.|You're gonna get us into real trouble.

Ten thousand light-years|from nowhere,

our planet's shot to pieces, people|starving, and I'm gonna get us in trouble?

- Look, all I'm saying--|- What is the matter with you?

I tell ya, may as well live for today.|We might not have many left.

[ People Groaning,|Murmuring ]

- [ Coughing ]|- [ Murmuring, Groaning Continue ]

[ Woman ]|What's going on?

[ Man ]|We want some food.

- [ Coughing Continues ]|- [ Woman Sobbing ]

Apollo.

Yeah. I see it.

- Where's the food?|- Everything's gonna be taken care of.

- Just be patient.|- But we haven't had water in two days.

- We will have food and water to you as soon as possible.|- But what's happening?

Just give us a little water!|Can't you bring us some water?

We just need|a little bit of water!

[ Man ]|Where's the food?

Why haven't we seen or heard|from anybody in two days?

Please tell us|what's going on.

- Have-- Have we been left behind?|- No, you haven't.

Just be patient.|Your needs will be attended to.

Just be glad you're alive.

[ Speaking Gemonese ]

[ Starbuck ]|What's she saying?

It's Gemonese.|Boomer can translate.

Boomer's tied up.|Anyone here can help?

Does anyone here|understand Gemonese?

-The woman said her husband is feverish.|-What's wrong with your arm?

There are others|with greater need than I.

Get her out of here.

She should be jettisoned|with the dead.

No place for refuse here.

Feed her to the daggits.

Dirty Socialator.

It's a sin|to starve us...

while the bureauticians luxuriate|in their private sanctuaries.

- No one is in luxury, I can promise you that.|- No, you're lying.

I saw it with my own eyes|aboard the Rising Star,

before I was cast out and put here|among the bories of humanity.

Come here.

Core Control|is aware of the problem.

Then I can tell them|food and water is on the way?

- They are aware of the problem.|- What are you saying?

There's something|you're not telling us.

Relief is on the way.|You have my word as a warrior.

[ Woman Shouts ]|Your word as a warrior?

[ Laughing ]

[ Apollo ]|I can't fault them for resenting us.

They lost everything.|They have to blame someone.

Core Command,|this is Alpha shuttle...

requesting clarification|and food dispersal.

Core Command, no information|available at this time.

What are you talking about? I just|left a ship filled with starving people.

What's going on?

I'm sorry,|Shuttle Alpha.

Core Command has no information|available at this time.

[ Beeping ]

Commander,|this is Colonel Tigh.

It's starting.

- [ Man Groaning, Shouting ]|- Something's wrong.

What'd they tell you|when you called in the food shortage?

Same thing they told you:|vague acknowledgement of the problem.

[ Sighs ]

[ Groaning,|Shouting Continue ]

Boomer, I'm getting|an awful uneasy feeling.

Why don't you just|give me your name, okay?

- [ Groaning Continues ]|- It's all right.

My name is Cassiopea.

Cassiopea.

- [ Beeping ]|- It's beautiful.

It means "fairy queen,"|doesn't it?

I think so.

And designation?

I'm designated|a Socialator.

It's an honorable|profession,

practiced with the blessings|of the elders for over 4,000 years.

I didn't say anything.

I was just curious about what all that|excitement was about back on the barge.

That woman--

That woman is a member of the Otori sect|amongst the Gemonese.

They don't believe in physical contact|between genders...

except when sanctified|by the priests...

during high worship|of the sun storm,

which comes once|only every seven years.

No wonder those little buggers|are such good card players.

Core Command,|this is Alpha Shuttle.

Changing course to rendezvous|starliner Rising Star.

Shuttle will proceed on to Galactica|with patients for life station.

Hey, what are you up to?|I-If you don't mind my asking, sir.

I want to see what's at the bottom|of this conspiracy of silence.

Passenger liner Rising Star, this is Sigma|Shuttle on fleet damage and supply survey.

Prepare to receive.

Contaminated?

Weren't the provisions checked|before they were boarded?

[ Jolly ]|For radiation, yes.

There wasn't time to check|for pluton poisoning.

Pluton breaks down|the structure of food.

- All of this is worthless?|- We don't know that yet.

Jolly, go through|every container.

Chances are some of it was shielded|enough from the bombs to be saved.

We went through three ships since|last night. It isn't looking good.

Salvage anything you can.|Even small scraps will help.

And what do we do|with the rest of it?

Jettison it.

Keep a lid|on the problem.

People find out we haven't any food,|we're gonna have a mutiny on our hands.

We're going up|to the second level.

- [ Beeps ]|- Captain!

- Yes?|- I heard that you'd come aboard.

I wonder if I might|borrow you for a moment.

- We're on an important survey for the commander right now.|- It won't take very long.

Boomer,|go up to elite class,

see if there's anything goin' on|we should be concerned about.

You won't like|what you find.

I'll be along|presently.

It's my son.

He hasn't moved|in two days.

He lost a little daggit|which meant everything to him.

I thought you might|be able to help.

If he won't eat for you,|I don't know what I can do.

He seemed to spark a little|when you picked him up on Caprica.

I got the feeling|you were good with children.

I grew up with a kid brother.|Where is he?

- There.|- Oh.

[ People Murmuring,|Groaning ]

Excuse me.

I'm in charge of finding young men|to try out as future fighter pilots.

- Your name is?|- Boxey.

Boxey.|Okay.

[ Beeping ]

Just what I thought.|You're right at the top of my list.

I've been looking for you. You should|have made contact with the commander.

- We're very short on fighter pilots.|- I'm too little to be a pilot.

Oh, sure, right now,

but how long do you think it takes|to become a full colonial warrior?

I don't know.

You have to start|when you're very small,

or you won't get these|until you have gray hair.

- You like them?|- I want Muffit.

Well, there's not much room|for a daggit in a fighter plane.

He's gone.|He ran away.

Oh.

Well, um,

well, maybe we can find|one of Muffit's friends.

I asked.|There are no daggits.

Well,|I'll tell you what.

As a colonial warrior,|first level,

you are entitled to the first daggit|that comes along.

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