allergies.
You always keep me in front of you.
Military training, right?
Never turn your back on a stranger.
That kind of thing?
Suspicion and distrust,
that's, that's military life, right?
So you're a gun dealer philosopher,I take it, right?
I'm an observer of human nature.
When you get right down to it,
humanity is not a pretty race.
I mean, we're only one step away
from beating each other with clubs
like savages fighting over scraps of meat.
Maybe the cylons are god's
retribution for our many sins.
What if god decided he made a mistake
And he decided to give souls
to another creature...
like the cylons?
God didn't create the cylons.
Man did.
And I'm pretty sure we didn't
include a soul in the programming.
Let's go.
How about you go first for a while?
Copy that. Chief says we're looking at
three hours minimum
before we have all the warheads in our magazines.
-Book says there's also 50 tons of...
-Action stations! Action stations!
We have multiple contacts coming down
through the storm towards the anchorage.
-Looks like more than 50 ships.
-Cut us loose from the station.
Launch the alert fighters.
Set condition one throughout the ship.
-Prepare to laun..
-Wait!
-Wait, I'm getting colonial signals now.
-Confirm that.
Don't just accept friendly I.D.
Confirmed, sir.
Incoming ships are friendly.
Action stations stand down.
The lead ship is requesting permission
to come alongside, sir.
They say...
they say they have the president
of the colonies aboard.
Grant the request.
We are in the middle of repairing
and rearming this ship.
We can't afford to lose a single man
off the line to start caring for refugees.
We have 50,000 people out there.
Some of them are hurt.
-Our priority has to be caring for...
-My priority is preparing this ship for combat.
In case you haven't heard, there is a war on.
Colonel...
the war is over.
And we lost.
-We'll see about that.
-Oh, yes, we will.
In the meantime, however, as president of
the colonies, I'm giving you a direct order...
-You don't give orders on this ship!
-to provide men and equipment.
Hold on, colonel.
At least give us a couple of disaster pods, huh?
-Us?
-Sir...
we have 50,000 people out there.
50,000.
Some of them are sick, some are wounded.
Two disaster pods, colonel.
You can do that.
Because you're the old man's son
and because he's gonna be
so damned happy you're alive,
okay. Two pods.
But no personnel.
You get them yourselves and you
distribute them yourselves.
And you are all off this ship
before we jump back.
You report to the flight deck.
You're senior pilot now, captain.
Yes, sir.
I mean, this place is gonna be a museum.
They might've given us a map.
Oh, I think it's this way.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
As soon as you get the magazines loaded,
I want a status report of
-commander Adama's whereabouts.
-Okay.
Dualla.
Hi. Um...
we're kinda lost again.
We need to get to the CIC.Could you...
it's this way.
It's this way.
There's someone I want you to meet.
New crewmember.
And he's gonna need some quarters.
I think we can manage that.
Hey.
I thought you were dead.
Well, I thought you were in hack.
It's..it's good to be wrong.
Well, you should be used to it by now.
Everyone has a skill.
So how, how go the repairs?
On track.
Another hour and she'll be ready to launch.
-So I guess you're the new cag now.
-That's what they tell me.
That's good.It's the last thing I want.
I'm not a big enough dipstick for the job.
I'll be in the squadron...
Ready room.
Hey.
Does your father know you're still breathing?
I'll let him know.
What is it about this place?
What's it doing to me?
Must be your allergies.
-I don't have allergies.
-I didn't think so.
But you got a silica pathways to the brain,
or whatever it is you call that thing
you pretend to think with.
it's decomposing as we speak.
It's the storm, isn't it?
It puts out something.
something you discovered has
an effect on