Battlestar Galactica Page #4

- No base ships.|- You must be mistaken, Captain.

Fighters couldn't function|this far from Cylon without base ships.

- They don't carry enough fuel.|- Just fighters-- maybe a thousand.

How do you account|for that, Apollo?

I don't know. We picked up|an empty tanker on our scanner.

It's my guess the Cylons used it|to refuel for the attack...

after flying to that point|from wherever their base ships are.

Why operate this far from Cylon without|base ships when it isn't necessary?

They would have been|well out of our range at the old moon.

Unless it was necessary...

for them to be|somewhere else.

Get me the president!

Hey, Starbuck,|it's dangerous around here.

Mr. President, I request|permission to leave the fleet.

I have reason to suspect our|home planets may face imminent attack.

- [ Woman ] Atlantia to all battlestars.|- Maintain contact.

Fire's out of control.|Request Vipers.

[ Sobbing ] How could I|have been so completely wrong?

I have led the entire|human race to ruin.

Mr. President.

[ Screaming ]

Group three,|vectors 1-7 and 2-8.

Arm and attack Atlantia.

[ Screaming ]

- I got him on the left.|- I got him on the right.

Atlantia death squadron,|attack!

[ Man Chattering ]

- Negative field now.|- [ Woman ] Emergency power to guns eight through twelve.

- [ Woman ] My God, the ship--|- [ Man ] Get back to your post now.

Oh, my God.

Commander, our long-range scanners|have picked up Cylon base ships--

at grid 0-3-5,

1-2-6 and 2-5-8.

That puts them well within|striking range...

of the planets Virgon,|Sagittara and--

Yes, and Caprica.

By your command.

Speak, Centurian.

All base ships|are now in range...

to attack the colonies.

The final annihilation|of the life-form known as man.

Let the attack begin.

Helm, bring us around.

We're withdrawing.

- Flank speed for home.|- [ Woman ] Request shuttles too.

[ Laser Fire ]

Commander,|the long-range scanner...

picks up wave after wave of small ships|headed towards all inner planets.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ]|Let's get out of here!

- Get out! Come on!|- [ Chattering Continues ]

Boxey!

[ Screaming ]

Look out! Boxey!

[ Screams ]

[ Screaming,|Chattering Continue ]

Please, miss. The building's gonna|topple! Everybody, run for cover!

Run! Run! Hurry!|Find cover! Get out of here!

Stay down here!

Down! Down!

[ Barking ]

- My daggit! My daggit! Where is he?|- He's fine!

[ Yelps ]

It's gonna be all right.

[ TV Reporter ] Reaching on a broad|front from the lakes to the peninsula.

Thirty-one cities are known|to be under heavy attack.

- [ Continues, Indistinct ]|- [ Man ] I'm dying here!

People running on fire!

I can't tell you what it's like.|I'm all alone here.

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