But you're fine:
All I have to do is
keep track of you,
send back help:
Yeah, after you warn
the fleet to get out
of here:
(SIGHING)
Hey, are you gonna: : :
You gonna drift
or try to find land?
I better try to find
some kind of hospitable
atmosphere somewhere:
Starbuck:
Yeah:
Take care of yourself:
Hey, you know me, pal:
I always look out
for number one:
Give Cassiopeia my love,
and Athena and: : :
Well, tell them
not to sit around waiting:
I might like it
where I'm going:
I got to go now, Boomer:
My support vapors
are running low:
Look, I'll be seeing you:
My friend,
my dear, dear friend,
believe me, if I could change
places with you, I would:
But, sir, we can't just
leave him out there!
Boomer, don't you think
I wanna go back for him?
Do you think I wanna leave
someone I love like a son,
knowing we'll never
see him again?
Take a look out there.
We'll be lucky
if we can save our fleet.
You mean
we can never go back?
That is correct.
There is no going back.
Our enemy pushes
us on and on and on.
And until we are
strong enough,
or can find Earth
and get help,
we can never stop
or turn away or look back.
Thank you, sir.
I appreciate your honesty.
First enemy wave
has been taken back.
They are running
with our fighters
in pursuit.
Order all fighters to regroup
and let them run.
Fleet is to proceed
ahead at flank speed.
Goodbye, Starbuck.
I love you.
We all love you.
Tractor gear down:
Maximum airfoil deflection:
Force field in effect
to hold me against
my favorite seat:
(GROANING)
Oh, what a headache.
Headache.
That's wonderful.
Oh, pain, I love you.
At least I'm not dead
yet.
STARBUCK: There was nothing
left but my escape pod,
which fired automatically
moments before my ship
impacted:
That had saved my life:
But to what end?
I set my automatic beacon
to transmit a continuous
signal
to those rescuers
I knew would never come:
Now it was time to set out
and explore the planet:
Who knows,
I might discover an oasis,
a citadel of civilization,
thousands of primitive people
who would worship me
as some kind of winged God
who'd dropped in on them
out of the heavens:
Yes, sir,
no question about it:
This could be the best thing
that ever happened to me:
I decided to call
my new home Starbuck:
The planet Starbuck:
Why not? I discovered it:
It was mine: All mine:
Starbuck the planet
had not turned out
to be any better off
than Starbuck
the ill-fortuned warrior:
I had only enough food rations
to last a few days,
no shelter and I was alone:
All alone:
I wasn't alone:
It was metallic,
honed, shaped,
placed there
by a living being:
My heart stopped,
rose up into my throat
and nearly gagged me:
What had I done?
What had so angered the Gods
that they would do this to me?
It was Cylon:
It would be hard to imagine
a Colonial warrior depending
on the Cylons for survival,
but here I was:
The temperature was dropping
rapidly as the planet orbited
away from the suns:
The astral winds
were increasing
the bite of the cold:
I had been pretty close
to death many times
in my life,
but never closer than now:
The planet Starbuck
was a nice place to visit:
But tourism
and overpopulation
would never become a problem:
At least I was still alive:
Or was I?
Perhaps this is the end
man fears so much from birth,
the ultimate repayment
for all of one's selfish acts:
A banishment to a place
where there is no warmth,
no love, no companionship,
only solitude and cold:
I closed my eyes to sleep,
wondering if I would
ever wake up:
Awakening aboard the Galactica
was usually a jarring
experience:
The blare of a Klaxon,
the shouts of angry pilots
all being rudely mustered
to meet the enemy:
These cold-blooded,
metallic instruments of death
would not cease
their warring ways until
every human was destroyed:
Morning, fellas.
Thought I'd swing by
and give you orders
of the day.
We'll muster out in a