Battlestar Galactica Page #5

But only on the condition|that you get your rest,

close your eyes,

eat all your primaries--

Shh.

and stop|chasing girls.

Thank you.

I was right.|You are good with kids.

You and your brother|must be very close.

We were.

Oh, I'm sorry, I--

- If you'd rather not be involved, I--|- Hey, don't be silly.

What's a warrior to do after he's lost|the big one? Win a few of the little ones.

That's not a little one|in there, Captain.

No.

- Genestress is a private accommodation...|- ...just once to step aside--

secured by Sire Uri|and his party.

I'm being paid|by Transtellar--

Now...

Hey, what's goin' on,|Boomer?

Oh, oh, nothing.

Just that the fella here didn't seem|to want to let us into the club area.

- [ Beeps ]|- Thank you.

[ Guests Laughing,|Chattering ]

[ Whispers ]|Thank you.

I trust you have an explanation|for this intrusion.

Would you like to make a statement|before I arrest you, Sire Uri?

[ Chuckles ]|I'm glad you know my name.

At least you'll know|from where the blade fell.

I'm gonna give you about a micron|to join me on my shuttle.

After that, I'll just turn the six|levels of starving passengers loose...

and let you take|your chances with them.

Captain, why don't you join us in our|prayer of gratitude for deliverance.

In case it eluded you,|Counselor,

some hundred people have died|since our deliverance from the Cylons,

and while hunger|hasn't yet taken a life,

it's only|a matter of time now.

Boomer, notify Core Command|that we have located some stores...

which we will distribute|as far as they go.

No, it's mine.

It belongs to me|and my guests.

Does your wife share your feelings|about denying your food to others?

- My wife?|- Siress Uri. I don't see her.

Unfortunately, she was not|in time to make the voyage.

My sympathies.|I share your bereavement.

Siress Uri|was an outstanding woman.

Yes.

I'm sure she'd be moved|by your period of mourning.

Boomer, have Jolly come up here with a crew|and distribute this food throughout the ship.

Without being critical,|Captain,

wouldn't you say|you overplayed our hand just a tad,

considering Sire Uri is a member|of the newly elected Council of the 12?

How do you overplay|starvation?

How's it feel?

[ Cassiopea ] It feels like|it's never even been broken.

The bone's|been fused whole.

It's stronger than before.

It's wonderful.

- [ Sighs ]|- [ Groaning ]

Look!|Look!

Look.|Look at my arm!

[ Laughs ]

You're waiting to take me back,|aren't you?

Well, it isn't easy|to find a ride around here.

Oh, I dread|returning to that ship.

Look, uh, maybe I can check around and|see if there's anyplace else you can go.

There are|better ships.

Would you be doing this|if I weren't a Socialator?

Hey, listen, uh, can we forget my|little jokes back on the shuttle, huh?

Look, I--|I just want to help you.

Really.

It was nothing personal.

- Nothing personal?|- No.

- Absolutely nothing.|- Really?

I swear.

[ Laughs ]|Okay. Okay.

But I think you're|making a terrible deal.

[ Laughing ]

The long range patrol's|reporting in.

Alta tech scanners show|no sign of Cylon pursuit.

All vectors|looking good.

- Commander.|- Yes, I heard.

That's, uh, good news.

Apparently|we've made good our escape.

Finding us now|would be almost impossible,

assuming we don't make|any mistakes.

Carillon|is too far away.

We will never make it|because of the food disaster.

There is|no other destination.

Ah, but there is.

We can stop here,

on Borallus.

[ Men Murmuring ]|Borallus?

We know that everything|we need is there--

food, fuel and water.

And, undoubtedly,|a Cylon task force.

It is the most logical place|for us to stop.

Precisely why|it would be fatal.

- H-H-Hey, where you goin'?|- [ Sire Uri ] Possibly fatal.

Is it not surely fatal|to continue towards Carillon?

There is another way, if I may have|a few moments of the Council's time.

I support Commander Adama's|rejection of Borallus.

Surprising.

It is a death trap as lethal|as the one we left behind,

and we haven't the armament|to fight our way in and out.

However, there is another|approach to Carillon.

Instead of using|the intended route,

which takes us|centons out of our way,

I suggest we take|the direct path here,

through the Nova of Madagon.

Not patrolled, and a savings|of centons in reaching Carillon.

Captain, I may not be|a military expert,

but I do know that the Cylons don't have|to patrol that particular area...

because they mine it.

They lay mines|to make passage impossible.

[ Council Members|Murmuring ]

A fleet of cumbersome ships|like ours,

to even attempt to go through|that narrow passage--

I agree. The fleet could not|traverse the channel...

unless it had been|cleared first.

And how would you propose|doing that?

Well, I suggest I find|one or two volunteers...

to join me in flying|ahead of the fleet...

to blow the minefield apart|with laser torpedoes.

- Good idea.|- Two, uh, "volunteers."

Out of the question.|Out of the question!

Brilliant, brilliant.

If we must go straight ahead, as you|insist, Adama, then this is the way.

- I say we support the captain.|- [ Anton ] Good for you.

My boy, as grave a plan as it is,|it appears to be our only hope.

You have the support and the blessing|of the Council of the 12.

Thank you.

You wanna guess who he's got|in mind to volunteer for that--

-Hey, hey, wait.|-[ Whispering ] I'm getting out of here.

Well, just the two fellas|I wanted to see.

Follow me, gentlemen.

[ Whispers ]|See? I told you.

Right.

He still won't eat.

I think we may have found something|that's going to interest him.

Tonight?|Shouldn't you be getting some rest?

I'll sleep better after|we solve Boxey's problem.

- That's a tall order.|- I'm a big boy.

Okay, Boxey.

You're gonna love this,|Boxey.

As you know,|we will soon be landing...

on various alien planets.

It's important|that we be safe.

Ordinarily, we'd use trained daggits|to stand watch at night...

while our warriors slept|in their encampments,

but we didn't have|any daggits...

so we just had to see|what we could come up with.

We'll call the first one|Muffit 2.

- [ Electronic Bark ]|- [ Gears Whirring ]

[ Electronic Barking ]

[ Barking Continues ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Purring ]

Naturally, the first one will have|to be very carefully looked after.

That's not Muffit.

He's not even|a real daggit.

No, but he can learn to be|like a real one.

He's very smart.

And if you would help us,|it will be even smarter.

- Stop that.|- [ Moans ]

We used the image of Boxey|you gave us...

to train the drone|to respond to him.

[ Bouncing Noise,|Gears Whirring ]

I owe you one, Doc.

Anytime.

[ Laughing ]

That's one I owe you.

Call it even.

[ Electronic Barking ]

It's somehow|beautiful.

- It's a perfect machine!|- [ Starbuck Chuckles ]

[ Cassiopea Laughs ]

[ Cassiopea ]|Born to dance amongst the stars.

[ Starbuck ] Yeah, it's bumping|into them that has me worried.

Why did you volunteer,|Starbuck?

Well, somebody|had to do it.

Did Apollo make you?

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