comforted ourselves in the knowledge
that it really wasn't our fault.
Not really.
You cannot play god,then wash your hands
of the things that you've created.
Sooner or later, the day comes
when you can't hide from the things
that you've done anymore.
You are one surprising son of a bitch.
Corona-heavy-798, this is viper 7242.
My call sign is Apollo,
and I'll be your escort back to caprica.
Copy that, viper 7242.
Glad to have you with us, Apollo.
Viper 7242, raptor 312.
This is boomer.
I just wanted to say it was a honor
to fly with you, Apollo.
ladies and gentlemen,
we are now en route back to caprica.
If you look out the starboard window,
you might be able to see one of galactica's
old mark 2 vipers, which will
be escorting us back home.
we don't have any further information yet.
there are no remaining ships
able to leave caprica.
Uh, but no actual enemy has been sighted yet.
Officials are saying that it doesn't seem any..
What have I done?
What am I gonna do?
There's no way out.
-I know.
-Sure, you know.
That's your doing, isn't it?
Wait.
Wait, there has to be another way out of here.
I mean, I mean, you must have an escape plan.
You're not about to be destroyed
by your own bombs, are you?
How are you leaving?
Gaius, I can't die.
When this body is destroyed, my memory,
my consciousness,
will be transmitted to a new one.
I'll just wake up somewhere else
in an identical body.
-You mean there's more out there like you?
-There are 12 models.
-I'm number six.
-I don't wanna die.
-I don't..
-Get down.
CIC to commanding officer.
-Go ahead.
-I'm sorry to disturb you, sir,
but we have a priority one alert message
from fleet headquarters.
It was transmitted in the clear.
In the clear?
What does it say?
Attention, all colonial units,
cylon attack underway.
This is no drill.
I'll be right there.
Action stations,action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship.
This is not a drill.
Repeat, action stations,
action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship.
This is not a drill.
Repeat, action stations, action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship.
This is not a drill.
-Not a drill? They can't be serious.
-Sounds like it to me.
What are we gonna shoot with?
The ship's got no ammunition.
All right, people, let's go!
Let's get this hangar bay ready
for possible incoming!
What have we got?
Shipping accident?
Combat?
Understood.
Condition one is set.
All decks report ready for action, sir.
-Very well.
-This is a joke.
The fleet's playing a joke on you.
It's a retirement prank.
-Come on!
-I don't think so.
This is the commander.
Moments ago, this ship received word of a cylon attack
against our home worlds is underway.
We do not know the size or the disposition
or the strength of the enemy forces,
but all indications point
to a massive assault against colonial defenses.
Admiral Nagala has taken
personal command of the fleet
aboard the battlestar atlantia,
following the complete destruction of
picon fleet headquarters
in the first wave of the attacks.
How...why...doesn't really matter now.
What does matter is that, as of this moment,
we are at war.
You've trained for this.
You're ready for this.
Stand to your duties,
trust your fellow shipmates,
and we'll all get through this.
Further updates as we get them.
Thank you.
War with the cylons.
All right, people,
this is what we do.
We're the best.
So let's get the old girl ready to roll
and kick some cylon ass!
Come on! Let's go! Move!
This better be for real.
Tactical. Begin a plot of all military units
in the solar system,
-friendly or otherwise.
-Yes, sir.
-XO.
-Sir.
We're in a shooting war.
We need something to shoot.
I'll start checking munitions depots.
D.
Send a signal to our fighter squadron.
I want positions and tactical status immediately.
-Yes, sir.
-And get Kara thrace out of the brig.
Boomer, acknowledge galactica's signals.
Send them