cononization?
Ms. Roslin, my primary objective at the present time
is to repair the galactica and continue to fight.
What we do know at this moment is that
there are 50,000 civilian refugees out there
who don't stand a chance
without your ship to protect them.
We're aware of the tactical situation,
and I'm sure that you'll all
be safe here on Ragnar after we leave.
After you leave.
-Where are you going?
-To find the enemy. We're at war,
and that's my mission.
I honestly don't know why I have
to keep telling you this.
But the war is over.
It hasn't begun yet.
That's insane.
-You would rather that we run?
-Yes.  Absolutely.
That is the only sane thing to do here.
Exactly that, run.
We leave this solar system
and we don't look back.
-And we go where?
-I don't know.
Another star system, another planet,
somewhere where the cylons won't find us.
You can run if you'd like.
-This ship will stand and it will fight.
-I oughta be straight with you here.
The human race is about to be wiped out.
We have 50,000 people left, and that's it.
Now, if we are even going to survive as a species,
then we need to get the hell out of here
and we need to start having babies.
Excuse me.
I didn't get an accurate account,
but it looks like two base stars
with ten fighter squadrons
and two recon drone detachments
patrolling the area.
-Starbuck, were you followed?
-Negative.  No sign of pursuit.
By the way the were deployed,
I'd say they're waitingfor us to come to them.
-Bring her home.
-Thank you, Starbuck.
Continue present course, return to visual contact,
and stand by for instruction.
-Copy that, galactica.
-captain.
This is starbuck, out.
Lieutenant Gaeta, stay, please.
How the hell did they find us?
Doesn't really matter.They've got us.
-Why aren't they coming in after us, sir?-Why should they?
They can just sit out thereand wait us out.
What difference does it make
to them, they're machines.
We're the ones that need food, medicine, fuel.
I'm not gonna play their game.
I'm not gonna go out here
and try to fight them.
Can we plot a jump from inside the storm?
With all this E.M. Interference
mucking up the F.T.L. Fix?
I tend to agree, sir.
I don't think we should even attempt a jump
-until we've cleared the storm threshold.
-Have to be quick about it, though.
They'll launch everything they have,
first glimpse they get.
Stick our nose out just far enough
to get a good F.T.L. Fix, then jump.
Hi.
Hi.
I..I'm getting ready to head
back to the transport.
Oh.
And what about the civilians?
Ah, they're probably safe for the time being.
You mean leave them here?
The cylons may not even know
they're here in the first place.
-They're probably only after us.
-Now, that's one hell of an assumption.
well, we can't very well cram 50,000 men,
women, and children aboard this ship.
I know this is awkward and all,
but what happened in the passageway was...
Yeah. I don't know why I did that.
-Sorry.
-I'm not suggesting that, sir.
I'm just saying we can't leave them behind.
They should jump with us.
I just don't see how we can manage that
without jeopardizing our...
we pick a jump spot far enough
outside the combat zone for...
What the hell is outside
the combat zone at this point?
They better start having babies.
-Is that an order?
-It may be, before too long.
Okay, we're gonna take the civilians with us.
We're gonna leave this solar system.
We're not gonna come back.
-We're running.
-This war is over.
We lost.
My father's right.
It's time for us to get out of here.
-So, where are we going, commander?
-The prolmar sector.
-That's way past the red line.
-Can you plot that jump?
-I've never plotted a jump that far, sir.
-No one has. Can you plot that jump?
-Yes, sir.
-Do it by yourself.
This is a bad tactical position.
We'll pull the galactica out five klicks.
The civilians will come out behind us,
cross the threshold, and make the jump.
While we