..
Lieutenant Commander
Deveraux's heat signature.
Really?
Angel, how sure are you...
that the Kilrathi
had you targeted?
Given the Lieutenant's
background...
are you really that certain?
Excuse me?
It's well documented
that Pilgrim saboteurs...
have been responsible...
for much of the Confed's
problems in this war.
Did they have me targeted,
Lieutenant?
Now, come on.
This is sterile conjecture.
The Kilrathi are well aware...
that rapiers
don't just fly around...
in deep space
without a carrier close by.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
That is all.
-Sir--
-Dismissed, Lieutenant.
Your assessment, Mr. Gerald?
That concom
is running point...
for the battle group.
Their fleet won't be far behind.
So I say we send them a message.
I can have my fighters up
in thirty minutes.
No, no. That's a mistake.
Without her fighters...
the Tiger Claw's vulnerable.
You are a civilian scout,
Mr. Taggart...
not a naval officer.
Tactical operations
are our concern.
We are the Earth's only hope.
We need to buy our fleet
two hours.
And you're willing
to risk all that...
chasing after
a communications ship?
I'm sorry, Mr. Taggart.
Destroying the concom
with its escorts...
will slow the Kilrathi.
Deveraux will lead
a strike force.
And as you have charted
the area before...
you will accompany her.
If you say so, Captain.
I do say so, Mr. Taggart.
-Carry on.
-Yes, sir.
Mr. Obutu. Plot a course...
for the rings
of planet four-fifteen.
Four-fifteen. Aye, aye, sir.
I need to talk to you.
-You don't just barge in here.
-Here.
I wear it for luck.
Is your luck at odds
with our mission?
You think he's right?
Gerald?
In his mind, I started
selling out the Tiger Claw...
the moment I stepped onboard!
I don't see
how you can be a Pilgrim...
and fight on our side.
I'm not a Pilgrim!
My mother was.
My father
fought for the Confederation.
And they both died
before I was five.
He was killed
trying to save her...
in the Peron massacre.
That cross is all I have.
Sit down, Lieutenant.
Why do you think
they call me Angel?
I grew up in an orphanage.
Yeah, my parents died
in the same war as yours.
My sisters told me they
were angels gone to heaven...
so I prayed for them.
They weren't angels.
They were dead, gone.
They never existed.
Like Bossman?
Emotion gets in the way.
Commander, emotion
is what separates us...
from the Pilgrims
and from the Kilrathi.
Lieutenant Commander
Chen was--was...
Bossman and I got close.
In fact, we got too close.
Then he got himself killed.
I better suit up.
We're square, you and l.
You saved my hide today.
Come on, Maniac.
Fire it up one more time.
No, no, no, no.
I think the big Maniac
needs time to refuel.
Don't I take care of you?
That's a big "yes, sir."
So what about my needs?
Well, I'm all about
your needs, sir.
Really?
Yeah,
and right now you need...
to shut up
and go to sleep, woman.
to shut up
and go to sleep, woman.
You know,
you make it all worth it.
Make what worth it?
Coming way out here to fight.
Leaving everything I love
back at home.
Remember the briefing.
By the time you return...
everyone you know
will be dead and buried.
Yeah, well...
you know what?
I don't care about any of that.
Attention,
all Baker wing pilots...
report to the flight deck.
Repeat, all Baker wing pilots
report to the flight deck.
Oh, shit.
This war is really starting
to piss me off.
Big time.
Ha. Let's go.
All right, ladies, listen up.
We have a concom with escorts.
That means two,
possibly three destroyers...
fighters, and support ships.
Primary target is the concom.
Everything else is gravy.
Just keep your mind
on the Kilrathi, Maniac.
Let's make them bleed.
Mount up.
Blair,
you'll take Hunter's wing.
Watch your back.
Ma'am, I'd as soon
you assign me another wingman.
You have a problem
I should be aware of?
Yes, ma'am, I do.
I don't fly with Pilgrims.
You'll fly my wing.
Are you sure?