Battlestar Galactica Page #6

Yes, uh,|you certainly have a way...

of cutting through|the felgercarb.

Do you ever take that smoldering weed|out of your mouth?

[ Chuckles ] And I had this|wonderful speech all prepared.

About this being|your last night here,

about possibly not seeing another night|as beautiful as this one...

or another girl as beautiful as I am|ever again.

Yeah, well, that speech|is a little better than the one I had.

Would you mind if I borrowed it|on some future occasion?

Do you mind if we don't spend too much|more time in the launching bay?

Can you think of anyplace|more private?

Come to think of it, I can't think of|anyplace private in the whole damn fleet.

Oh.

- What's in there?|- That's the launching tube.

You don't wanna go in there.|It's dark and cold and, uh--

[ Sighs ] Oh, Lord,|I'll do anything you ask tomorrow.

Colonel, have you seen|Lieutenant Starbuck, by any chance?

No, I don't think I-- Wait, I did|see him on one of the monitors earlier.

Before we shut down the flight deck,|I think he was checking out a ship.

That would|seem to make sense.

I'm sure he's long gone by now, getting|a good night's sleep for the mission.

Why don't you do the same.|You are going to be working.

That little snake.

[ Yelling ]

[ Steam Hissing ]

[ Yelling Continues ]

The Nova of Madagon|is not a nova at all,

but a star field so bright our cockpits|will be sealed to prevent blindness.

We'll navigate by scanner and sweep|everything out of our path with turbo lasers.

[ Clears Throat ]

You feeling all right? You're fidgeting|around like a daggit on a sunspot.

It's my bio-pulse line,|sir.

It's a bad time for me|to be cooped up in a cockpit.

Starbuck's|being polite.

Seems he got|a steam burn.

I don't wanna ask you how you got it,|because I need you on this mission.

I didn't choose you to help lead us|through without a great deal of anguish.

If it'll do any good, let me assure you|that should we fail, no one will survive.

The rest of our friends must sit|in anticipation of our skill.

Or lack thereof.

- Ready?|- Ready.

- [ Apollo ] Starbuck?|- Uh, I'm not ready, but let's get it over with.

Nova star field ahead.

[ Man On Radio ]|On three, two, one. We've got it.

Radiation shield|positive.

Launch fighters...|now!

[ Computer ] Skin temperature|readout: 1-0-0 and rising.

I may not be able to see anything,|but it's sure getting hot.

Anybody picking up the field?

Negative.|My scanner's burning up.

- [ Boomer ] Mine's gone.|- [ Apollo ] It's too bright for the scanner.

Core systems transferring control|from probe craft to Galactica.

We will guide you through|using scanners.

- What if we miss a mine?|- One of us will be the first to know.

Let's go.

[ Woman ]|We'll talk you through.

[ Computer ] Countdown to fire--|five, four, three--

[ Computer ]|Three degrees right.

- [ Computer ] Target destroyed.|- [ Sizzling ]

- One target coming up.|- It's burning through my canopy!

- Four, three, two, one, fire.|- [ Apollo ] Just keep firing.

[ Computer ]|And fire.

[ Computer ] Heartbeat,|Lieutenant Boomer, readout: 1-0-0.

Other functions normal.

It's working, Commander.

They're clearing a path|a hundred maxims wide.

Now, that|is precision flying.

- I can't see a blessed thing. Are we hitting anything?|- Hanged if I know.

[ Computer ]|Two, one, fire.

[ Computer ] Heartbeat,|Captain Apollo, readout: 9-9.

Skin temperature:|1-2-0 and still rising.

Skin temperature:|1-3-0 and rising.

- Five, four, three,|- It's getting hot.

two, one, fire.

Fire.

Fire.

[ Computer ] Heartbeat,|Captain Apollo, readout: 9-9.

Skin temperature:|1-3-5 and slowly leveling off.

[ Apollo ]|It's cooling off.

- Heartbeat, Captain Apollo--|- Let's take a look at where we are.

Negative shield now.

There it is.

Carillon.

- I think we're gonna make it.|- Yee-haah!

[ Voices Murmuring,|Chattering ]

[ Cheering, Yelling ]

[ Woman ]|We did it! Yes!

[ Cheering Continues ]

Recall the flight crews.

[ Adama ]|The planet Carillon.

Landing operations|will begin at once.

Prepare to land the mineral ships|and the Landram parties.

Our mineral scanners|have located...

what we believe is the approximate site|of the old mining expedition.

Blue Squadron will vector in|the ground search teams.

Welcome, Baltar.

I have grave news.

A handful of colonials prevail,

but we will soon find them.

What of our bargain?|My colony was to be spared.

I now alter the bargain.

How can you change|one side of a bargain?

When there|is no other side.

You have missed|the entire point of the war.

But I-I have no ambitions|against you.

Could you think me so foolish|as to trust a man...

who would see|his own race destroyed?

Not destroyed.|Subjugated under me.

There can be no survivors.

So long as one human|remains alive,

the alliance|is threatened.

[ Chuckles ]

S-S-Surely you--|y-you don't mean me.

We thank you|for your help, Baltar.

- Your time is at an end.|- No!

You can't!

You still need me--|Aaaah!

Victor 6-3-0-3-8|to Ground Expedition 2.

My scanners read life-forms|beyond these coordinates.

Either it's some|high energy-yielding substance,

or they left some kind of caretaker operation|behind when they abandoned this place.

[ Boomer ]|We've got it, 0-3-8.

I wonder what this|looks like in the daytime.

Hey.|This is the daytime.

Oh. Lovely.

Landram 1|to Skywatch 0-3-8.

Can you assist|in locating tylium mine?

You got it, Captain.

My scanner indicates that you are|vectored to intersect the mine area...

in 24 millicentons.

- [ Apollo ] Affirmative, 0-3-8.|- Everyone sync chronometers.

Captain would like a check-in every four|millicentons on the emergency frequency.

- Understood?|- Affirmative, Jolly.

You are in time sync now.

0-3-8 returning to base.|See you guys in a while. Good luck.

Boomer.

Yeah, yeah,|what is it now?

You're not gonna|believe this.

[ Engine Stops ]

I don't believe it.

- What is it?|- I don't know.

All right.

[ Whispers ]|Okay, come on.

- Boy, sure is pretty.|- [ Voices Chattering ]

Sounds friendly.

[ Laughing,|Chattering Continues ]

Aaah! Don't shoot me!|What do you want?

W-W-Wait.|Don't be afraid.

Listen, uh--|Hey, you're from Taura.

- I'm a Taurus. How do you know that?|- The, uh, dialect.

Listen, uh,|what is this place?

- What are you doing here?|- What are you doing here?

Colonial warriors sneaking around a|resort like this with your weapons drawn.

- Oh, uh, sorry.|- This is legal!

Isn't it?

Well, uh,|how did you get here?

-Oh! I came in a skybus.|-She must have been smoking plant vapor.

- [ Laughing, Chattering Continue ]|- Hey, wait, wait, listen.

Could you, uh, tell us|something about this bus?

My travelator took care of all of it.|Isn't it fabulous here?

All this|for so little money.

Oh, and I just won a thousand--|over a thousand cubits.

- Isn't that amazing?|- You won those cubits here?

Oh, in here|everybody's doing it.

It's incredible.

You know, if it's illegal you're gonna|have to fight the whole star system.

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