Battlestar Galactica Page #3

- [ Man ] Another time.|- No! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Hey, wait a minute!|Wait! Wait! Wait!

- [ Starbuck ] Hey, come back!|- Duty calls.

[ Alarm, Chattering Continue ]

[ Man ] Oh, come on!|Come on! Come on!

Sir, our long-range scanner...

shows a large number of ships|headed this way at high speed.

A single patrol craft|is approaching, Commander.

Get that pilot here as soon as he lands.|Get me the president.

- What's goin' on?|- Nothing to worry about.

Probably some kind of aerial salute for|the president while he signs the armistice.

It sure ruined|a good card game.

- Commander?|- Mr. President.

A wall of unidentified craft|is closing in on the fleet.

Possibly a Cylon|welcoming committee.

Sir, may I suggest we launch|a welcoming committee of our own?

Mr. President, there remain many|hostile feelings amongst our warriors.

The likelihood|of an unfortunate incident...

with all those pilots|in the sky at once?

Commander?

Sir, did Count Baltar suggest that our|forces sit here totally defenseless?

My friend,|we are on a peace mission--

the first peace man has known|in a thousand years.

[ Engine Sputtering ]

Stand by to attack.

Come on, baby.|Not much farther.

Blue Flag 2 in trouble.|Request emergency approach.

- Mr. President--|- Commander,

one of our patrol ships is under attack|from main force approaching the fleet.

Mr. President, your welcoming committee|is firing at our patrol.

Baltar.

Baltar?

[ Sighs ]|We made it.

[ Zac ] Patrol to fleet!|Patrol to fleet! I need help!

What was that?

That was my son,|Mr. President.

[ Crying ]|No. Oh, my God.

Positive shield now.|Launch fighters.

- All batteries commence fire.|- [ Man ] All fire control stations...

manned and operational.

[ Woman ]|Launch all remaining Vipers.

- Sir, they're off.|- Fighters launched, sir.

- Were the other ships able to launch their fighters?|- Negative, sir.

- [ Laser Fire ]|- Lord help us.

[ Man ] Engineering reports|laser hits on starboard 8-8-7.

Cylons. It was an ambush.|I had to leave Zac.

- He's disabled. I'd like to go back and lead him in.|- That won't be possible.

I didn't know what else to do. If I|don't go back, he doesn't stand a chance!

Atlantia to all battlestars, we are|under attack. Repeat, under attack.

- Zac?|- His ship was destroyed just short of the fleet.

Transferring target scanners|to deck seven.

Battlestar Atlantia|losing speed.

[ Man ] Must renew speed three points|to maintain position with Atlantia.

Hey, heads up, Boomer.|There's a pair on your tail.

Pull up, Boomer.|I'll try to get him off!

Nice shootin'!

Captain, we have to know how many|base ships we're dealing with.

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