to you.
-You don't just barge in here.
-Here.
BLAIR: 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.
[Marshall moans]
FORBES: Come on, Maniac.
Fire it up one more time.
MARSHALL: No, no, no, no.
I think the big Maniac
needs time to refuel.
FORBES:
Don't I take care of you?
That's a big "yes, sir."
FORBES: So what about my needs?
Well, I'm all about
your needs, sir.
FORBES: Really?
MARSHALL: 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.
OFFICER: Attention,
all Baker wing pilots...
report to the flight deck.
Repeat, all Baker wing pilots
report to the flight deck.
MARSHALL: Oh, shit.
This war is really starting
to piss me off.
Big time.
MARSHALL: 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.
BLAIR: Just keep your mind
on the Kilrathi, Maniac.
DEVEREAUX:
Let's make them bleed.
Mount up.
Blair,
you'll take Hunter's wing.
MARSHALL: Watch your back.
HUNTER: Ma'am, I'd as soon
you assign me another wingman.
DEVEREAUX: You have a problem
I should be aware of?
HUNTER: Yes, ma'am, I do.
I don't fly with Pilgrims.
DEVEREAUX: You'll fly my wing.
BLAIR: Are you sure?
DEVEREAUX: Did I give
a suggestion or an order?
BLAIR: I got your wing, ma'am.
DEVEREAUX: Picking up
any com traffic, Baker Seven?
No.
Must be observing
radio silence...
except for
short range frequencies.
Baker Two, Three, and Four--
anything?
BLAIR: Negative, chief.
FORBES:
Nothing happening, boss.
HUNTER: Scope's clear, boss.
[Alarm sounds]
COMPUTER:
Possible hostile contacts...
bearing three-zero-nine,
local vector norton.
MARSHALL: All right, you losers,
listen up.
I got three confirmed targets...
bugging that big Brown Dwarf
down there.
FORBES: Confirm that.
The middle one has a massive
electromagnetic signature.
DEVERAUX: All right, ladies,
it's the concom.
Deploy for attack.
TAGGART:
That's no concom. Abort!
DEVEREAUX: Baker Seven,
you have no authority...
over this mission
or its personnel.
Forget it, Baker One.
These are supply ships
left behind...
by the Kilrathi battle group.
The Tiger Claw is in danger.
You are a civilian scout.
Commander, I'm not a civilian.
I hold the rank of Commodore
in naval intelligence...
reporting directly
to Admiral Tolwyn.
My call sign is Paladin.
My security verification code is
Charlie-six-alpha-zebra-niner.
Try it, commander, now.
COMPUTER: Accessing.
Commodore James Taggart,
naval intelligence.
Call sign: Paladin.
TAGGART: Listen to