Battlestar Galactica: Razor Page #2

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I still didn't finish.

I know because it is here.

It is here because it thinks this job is

a form of getting something better in the neighbor.

Therefore he/she lets to guess me: his/her mother

he/she collected some favors, and her...

My mother died, lady.

She died from cancer.

Yes, I know.

I read in the newspapers.

And even if I am feeling

a lot for his/her loss

it will be better for you if never again

to try to move me.

Between you and me, I feel much more

he/she grieves of me same.

- Mr. Hoshi?

- Mrs.?

He/she could show to lieutenant

where is her room?

- Yes, lady.

- It is released.

Lieutenant.

Our tidbit of the middle of the morning.

- I will be in my room.

- Yes, lady.

We have a net system that allows

to control each part of that ship

starting from any point,

you just need the password.

The system is turned off in this

moment because of the reform,

but in an emergency there would be

a limitless number of backups.

Since nobody presses the wrong button.

Yes, there he/she sees a flotation can.

There is always a weak point.

Are you well?

We go, soldier. Stand up!

Hoshi!

Hoshi!

Ok, follow me until C&C. Let us go!

There it is other!

Stamp the floodgates!

What devil did he/she reach us?

I am receiving data of explosions

nuclear. Multiple impacts.

They are the cylons, I am sure.

For the way they disrespected the armistice

and now they are executing

an attack of wide climbs.

Activate the generators auxiliaries.

This is the problem.

As we are in maintenance,

our radar is erratic, the

computers are turned off

we needed to work everything manually.

All want the stamped floodgates,

and connections with the dock undone.

- Lieutenant, see the state of the motor MRL.

- Yes, lady.

Everything prepared world

for an emergency escape.

Mrs., we have nuclear missiles the

I walk, they remain 20 seconds until the impact.

MRL is in order, however without the

computers cannot calculate the route.

Don't waste time making calculations, just do!

Mrs., a flight blindly can take

us inside of a sun!

Missiles approaching!

Remove us of here, just do,

now, lieutenant!

Motor MRL is linked...

Lieutenant, NOW!

Who am I? I am a soldier.

As for Fisk and Garner,

these men didn't deserve respect,

therefore I didn't respect them.

Could you be more specific?

Fisk operated in the black market, it was one

I sand that didn't deserve to use an uniform...

and Garner was a technician that treated all

as if they were just part of a machine.

It is difficult to disagree with both descriptions.

And as for me?

Why don't only be repressed am still alive.

You are an improvement...

but that doesn't change the fact that is one

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