2.10 - Pegasus

Cain: Galactica, this is Pegasus actual. Adama, is that you?
Adama: Admiral Cain. What a pleasure to hear your voice.

Roslin: How did you find us?
Cain: Well, we were tracking a cylon fleet. We were trying to predict their movements, which seemed rather random, initially, until we realized that they just jumping to systems with natural resources. So we began to scout those systems ourselves, hoping to carry out hit-and-attacks on their fleet. But instead of finding the cylons, we found you.

Cain: We were docking at Scorpion Fleet Shipyard. We were getting ready to go for a three-month overhaul. Most of the crew was getting ready for extended shore leave and family reunions. XO had the deck. I was down in my quarters, wrapping up some paperwork, and getting ready to pack up and go home to Tauron. And that's when the cylons attacked. They hit the shipyard with three, maybe four nukes. Five ships, two of them Battlestars, they were destroyed right there. And by the time I got back to CIC, I discovered that I'd lost over 700 men
Roslin: My gods.
Cain: We were completely defenseless. So I ordered a jump.
Roslin: To where?
Cain: Wherever. Nowhere. Just jump.
Adama: Blind jump. You could've ended up anywhere. Gutsy call.
Cain: Desperate move. Didn't see any other choice.

Cain: I'm going to integrate the crews. And I'm starting by reassigning Captain Adama to the Pegasus air wing.
Adama: I have a team that works very well together.
Cain: Let's just cut through it, shall we? After reviewing your logs, it is my judgment that having your son as Galactica CAG has been a grave mistake. He's been "insubordinate, even mutinous", and these are direct quotes from your logs, by the way. And I dare say he's not the only one with disciplinary problems. There's a Kara Thrace who "habitually strikes fellow officers and disobeys orders". This Lieutenant Agathon has "fraternized with and evidently impregnated an enemy agent". Let's not even discuss your XO. So... there is a complete list of the transfers.
Adama: I thought you said you had no desire to interfere with my command.
Cain: I'm saving your command, Bill. You're way too close to these officers, and it's blinding you to their weaknesses and to the damage that they're doing to unit cohesion and to morale.
Adama: I don't agree.
Cain: Well, that is certainly your right. You have your orders.

Adama: You told me they'd get a fair trial. What kind of a trial could have possibly had?
Cain: I assure you I heard them out. I weighed their statements against those of the guards and I took into consideration their service records and commendations. It was a difficult decision Commander, but I dare say it was a fair one.
Adama: They have the right to have their case heard by a jury.
Cain: I am a flag officer on detached service during a time of war. Regulations give me broad authority in this matter.
Adama: *to Tigh* Launch the fighters. *back on phone* You can quote me whatever regulation you'd like. I'm not not going to let you execute my men.
Cain: I highly suggest you reconsider that statement, Commander.
Fisk: Admiral, Galactica is launching vipers and a raptor.
Cain: Commander, why are you launching vipers.
Adama: Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon to be handed over to my marines as soon as they arrive.
Cain: I don't take orders from you.
Adama: Call it whatever you like. I'm getting my men.
Cain: You are making such a mistake.
Adama: I'm getting my men.
Cain: Action stations.
Fisk: Admiral, this will spiral out of control fast.
Cain: Launch the alert vipers. Adama has taken us over the line. He's left me with no choice.


2.11 - Resorection Ship (I)

Cain: That is the cylon fleet. Are these from our recon mission?
Fisk: No, sir. The recon mission was aborted. These are from blackbird.
Cain: Thrace. She took off and did the whole recon mission alone. My gods, look at these shots, Jack. She put her nose right up their backsides and they never even knew it.
Petty Officer: Admiral... we still have Commander Adama on the line and our fighters are stil requesting instructions. Should they resume the attack?
Cain: All right, joint recall. Both ships stand down to condition two. Then I want you to report to me directly, in person.

Roslin: Let's start this by admitting an ugly truth. What happened out there today was the result of failure in leadership of everyone in this room. We are the leaders of this fleet. As such, we need to set an example. We cannot continue to let the conflicts between--
Cain: Oh, let's just cut through the handholding, shall we. Two of his men murdered one of my officers while protecting a cylon. They're guilty, they admitted it. And under regulations, I have complete authority to try, convict, and sentence them. And you and I both know that the penalty for that crime is death. Admiral, surely...
Roslin: The spirit of the law requires something here more than summary executions.
Cain: Is this what the two of you have been doing for the past six months? Debating the finer points of colonial law? Well, guess what, we're at war! And we don't have the luxury of academic debate over these issues.
Roslin: You wanna cut through it, fine. You have Pegasus, he has Galactica. Two heavily armed, very powerful warships. Now, I am sure that Pegasus would prevail in any fight.
Adama: I wouldn't count on that.
Roslin: But certainly, there'd be heavy damage and you'd take significant casualties. So you can go out there a fight it out with Galactica or you can compromise. And those are the only two options on the table, period.
Cain: How the two of you have survived this long, I will never know. All right. Lieutenant Thrace has sent me detailed recon information on the cylon fleet. I want that fleet. And I need Galactica to get it. So I'm willing to go this far. I'll suspend the execution until after the attack.
Adama: And I want them back on Galactica.
Cain: I don't give a damn what you want. You frakking lucky you're staring at your own warrant.

Cain: Stand at ease, Lieutenant and come forward. Seems you've had quite a day. I'm promoting you to Captain I'm making you Commander of the Pegasus Air Group.
Starbuck: You're promoting me?
Cain: I need a CAG with guts and initiative to plan and lead the attack on this fleet. Now, I thought Stinger was that man. But he managed to let Captain Adama contact you and pull off that fly-by right under his nose, so, he's out.
Starbuck: And captain Adama, sir?
Cain: Truth be told, I came this close to throwing him in the brig. But I couldn't exactly charge him and not you, so I just revoked his flight status.
Starbuck: I want him on my team, sir.
Cain: And do you always get what you want?
Starbuck: Most of the time... sir.
Cain: Good. Me, too. All right, you can have him. I hear you want to return to Caprica.
Starbuck: Yes, sir. We have people back there still alive.
Cain: Yes, and they deserve to be saved. I absolutely agree. In fact, I will go one step further and I will say that our ultimate goal is that we should return to the 12 colonies and kick the cylons the frak out of our homes. What do you think of that, Captain?
Starbuck: I think that's the best idea I've heard all day, sir.

Cain: Well, I see that you got it to eat. That's progress, I suppose. Can you get it to roll over...beg? See what it can make of these. You know this thing used to sit in our mess and eat our food, and listen to our stories. Didn't you? You just sat there... listening to us, pretending to be our friend didn't you?!
*Cain kicks Gina in the ribs.*
Dr. Baltar: Admiral, please! Any...physical contact with the subject will only to set my efforts back at this point.
Cain: *she spits on Gina* Find out about that ship.

Cain: Jack, I want to transfer a detachment of marines to Galactica. And I want you to handpick them. Completely reliable. Completely loyal. Razors. ... I'm transferring you to Galactica, as well. I'll tell Adama that you're there to be my eyes and ears. He'll hate it. He'll think you're my spy and try to freeze you out of decision-making. But he'll accept it. Now I want you to stay in throughout the attack. Stay with Adama. ... Position marines in key positions throughout the ship and keep a squad posted just outside CIC. ... They'll be slapping each other o要 the back, celebrating the victory. ... Security will be lax. ... I will call you directly, and when I have you o要 the line and you hear me give the command, "execute case orange", ... You are to signal the marines to terminate Adama's command. Starting with Adama.


2.12 - Resorection Ship (II)

Cain: You drink, Thrace?
Starbuck: Only to excess, sir.
Cain: Only to excess? Learn that from Colonel Tigh, did you?
Starbuck: Not exactly.
Cain: I understand you belted him once.
Starbuck: That was something that I did without really thinking.
Cain: Don't apologize. Some people get exactly what they deserve. From what I read about your XO. Maybe he needs to get popped in the mouth every once in while.

Cain: I know you're very close with Adama.
Starbuck: Yes, sir.
Cain: And I know he's a good man. And I know he's had to make some very hard choices over the last few months. Lord knows I have.
Starbuck: Well then maybe you can understand why he did what he thought he had to do when you said you were going to execute Helo and Tyrol.
Cain: Let me tell you something. I've had to watch a lot of kids be put into body bags. They're covered with flags and they float out that airlock. You think I don't understand his feelings towards his men? Sometimes terrible things have to be done. Inevitably, each and every one of us will have to face a moment where we have to commit that horrible sin. And if we flinch in that moment, if we hesitate for one second, if we let our conscience get in the way, you know what happens? There are more kids in those body bags. More kids floating out that airlock. I don't know why... but I have a lot of faith in you. And I want you to promise me that when that moment comes you won't flinch. Do not flinch.

Gina: Tell me, admiral. Can you roll over? Beg?
Cain: Frakk you.
Gina: You're not my type.

Fisk: And she died knowing that her ship and her crew were safe and that her mission had been accomplished. Nothing was more important to her than her ship, her crew, and her mission. And as I take command of Pegasus I pledge to uphold those values that made her such an effective and heroic leader.

Starbuck: I, um, only knew Admiral Cain for a short time, so what I have to say about her will be short. She faced things. She looked them right in the eye and she didn't flinch. That's something that we do a lot around here. We second-guess. We worry. When I think about what she went through after the attack-- all alone, one ship, no help, no hope-- she didn't give up. She didn't worry. She didn't second-guess. She acted. She did what she thought needed to be done, and the Pegasus survived. Might be hard to admit, or hard to hear, but I think that we were safer with her... than we are without.


Razor

Lt. Shaw: Lieutenant Kendra Shaw reporting for duty, Sir.
Cain: Ah. Did you enjoy your coffee, Lieutenant?
Lt. Shaw: My coffee?
Cain: Just say yes, so we don't get off on the wrong foot.
Lt. Shaw: Yes, Sir.
Cain: Good! You see, because I figured that you either got lost on your way to CIC or you stopped for a cup of coffee and frankly, I'd rather think it was a cup of coffee than realize my new aid can't find her way around a Battlestar.
Lt. Shaw: Sir, I've just arrived--
Cain: I'm not finished speaking. I know why you're here. You're here because you think this job is a stepping stone to a still better one. So let me guess, you had your mother pull some strings. And she--
Lt. Shaw: My mother's dead, sir. She died of cancer.
Cain: Yes, I know. I read the papers. And while I'm very sorry for your loss, you'd be well advised to make that the last time you play on my sympathies. Between you and me, I'm feeling a hell of a lot sorrier for myself. Mister Hoshi.
Lt. Hoshi: Sir?
Cain: Can you please direct this lieutenant to her quarters?
Lt. Hoshi: Yes, sir.
Cain: You're dismissed.

Lt. Shaw: FTL spooling, sir. Without the computer, we can't calculate that jump.
Cain: Don't bother calculating. Just do it.
Lt. Shaw: We're gonna do it blind, sir. We might end up inside a star.
Belzen: Missile's closing in. Ten seconds.
Cain: It doesn't matter where we jump. Just frakking do it, Lieutenant!
Lt. Shaw: FTL o要line.
Belzen: Fire seconds.
Cain: Lieutenant, now!

Lt. Shaw: The helms, weapons and FTL computer are back on line and I think I know how the Cylons took down our defense grid. These lines of code in the new navigation program were about to upload. They've been designed to create a backdoor that could enable an enemy to wirelessly access the program.
Cain: That could introduce a virus that could affect the entire network, right?
Lt. Shaw: Yeah. Luckily, ours was already down but I suggest that we keep it that way even after we've purged the program.
Cain: All right, Lieutenant, it's your ball. Run with it. Maybe you're not quite as useless as I thought. How long have you been at your station?
Lt. Shaw: I don't know, Sir. I guess I just never left.
Cain: You should consider getting rack time. It's been two days since the attack.
Lt. Shaw: Sir. Sir, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the way I behaved when the nukes hit. I was scared. Actually, I was terrified, and I froze.
Cain: You're not afraid anymore, are you, Lieutenant?
Lt. Shaw: No, Sir.
Cain: Good. You hold on to that anger and you keep it close. It will stop you being afraid the next time. It'll tell you what to do. Lieutenant, button up.

Cain: This is your Admiral. I know there have been a lot of rumors going around about the destruction that's been visited on our homeworlds by the Cylons. I would like to tell you that they're exaggerations but in fact, they don't even come close to conveying the horror that's just been unleashed among us. The facts are that our Colonies have been destroyed, our cities have been nuked, and our Fleet's gone too. So far, there are no indications of any other survivors. I imagine you're all asking yourselves the same question I am. What do we do now? Do we run? Do we hide? I think those are the easy choices. A philosopher once said: "When face with untenable alternatives, you should consider your imperative." Look around you. Our imperative is right here. In our bulkheads, in our planes, in our guns, and in ourselves. War is our imperative. And if right now, victory seems like an impossibility, then there is something else to reach for. Revenge. Payback. And so, we will fight. Because in the end, it's the only alternative our enemies have left us. I say let's make these murdering things understand that as long as this crew and this ship survive that this war that they started will not be over. Thank you.

Fisk: Comm relay? That looks more like some kind of frakked up can opener.
Lt. Shaw: From what we can tell, it's guarded by a half thousand Raiders.
Fisk: So?
Cain: They don't expect anyone to attack it. Gentlemen, you're looking at our first target. Nice work finding it, Lieutenant.
Lt. Shaw: Thanks, I had help.
Cain: Speak of the devil. Hello, Gina, welcome.
Gina: Hello.
Cain: Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Miss Gina Inviere. Miss Inviere and Lieutenant Shaw are working very closely upgrading our systems and before that, she was supervising our retrofit and I must say she's proven herself invaluable in both capacities.

Cain: Thank you. Everyone, please have a seat. Please... I think it's quite important for our ship's officers to get together every once in a while. Share some food, some wine, some good conversation. Ups morale.
Fisk: Not to mention it's the only time we get to park our butts on a chair.
Cain: Now that you're all here, I would like to take a moment to say a few words. In all seriousness, I said some things before, in the heat of emotion. Things that I thought this crew needed to hear. But I don't want any of you for one moment to think that I would ever risk lives or resources in some mad quest for revenge. My plan is to wage an all-out classic guerilla war campaign. I want to find their weak links, and I want to hit them hard.
Gina: As they say, the best defense is a good offense.
Fisk: Well, then here's to a good offense! And to kicking some Cylon ass!
Belzen: Here, here.

Cain: Activate defensive batteries.
Lt. Shaw: They're not responding. The network's locked us out of our weapons grid.
Cain: Then have gun crews assume manual control.
Belzen: Admiral. We are hugely outnumbered, and now our own weapon's grid won't respond. What more proof do we need that this is a trap?
Cain: All the more reason to launch everything we've got.
Belzen: This is exactly what you said we wouldn't do. Even if we succeed, is this really worth the lives the plan would cost?
Cain: Mister Belzen, are you refusing to carry out my orders?
Belzen: Sir, I cannot in good conscience obey them.
Cain: Mr. Belzen, give me your sidearm.
Belzen: Sir?
Cain: I said, give me your sidearm. Now!
*He does so and she shoots him.*
Fisk: Gods!
Cain: Colonel Fisk! Colonel Fisk! You're now my XO. My order still stands. Would you execute it?
Fisk: *over PA* This is the XO. Launch all remaining squadrons.

Lt. Shaw: You! Step away from the Admiral.
Gina: Lieutenant!
Lt. Shaw: I said, step away from the Admiral. Now! *to the Marines* You two, take her into custody.
Cain: Belay that. Lieutenant, what the hell is going o要? She was helping us with our weapons grid.
Lt. Shaw: No she wasn't, Sir. She's a Cylon spy. They look like us.
Cain: Oh, for Gods' sake!
*Gina laughs.*
Lt. Shaw: Mister Hoshi, can you please show us the security feed from airlock 4?
Gina: This is crazy. I don't know what she thought she saw....
*the camera feed shows the dead Six model*
Cain: My Gods! Get that thing off my bridge.

Lt. Shaw: I wouldn't say it's insignificant, Sir. I'd say we've put the enemy o要 notice. The price we paid is my fault.
Cain: How do you figure that, Lieutenant?
Lt. Shaw: Well I gave her... it ... my access codes. It must have used them to override our security lockouts.
Cain: No, you gave it something far more important than that. You gave it your trust, as did I. But this thing really knows how to manipulate human emotions, preys on them.
*Thorne enters the room*
Cain: Lieutenant Thorne. I want you to interrogate our Cylon prisoner, find out everything it knows. And since it's so adept at mimicking human feeling, I'm assuming that its software is vulnerable to them as well, so... Pain, yes, of course. Degradation, fear... Shame... I want you to really test its limits. Be as creative as you need to be.
Lt. Thorne: Yes, sir.

Cain: A civilian fleet.
Fisk: 15 ships, Sir. The CAP has gone ahead to intercept.
Cain: Lieutenant, I want you to contact those ships' captains. Ask them to forward their crew and passenger manifest along with their ships' schematics and inventory of any weapons or spare parts.
Lt. Shaw: Yes, Sir. Leaves.
Cain: Colonel, I want you to assemble teams of engineers and marines and have them board each of those ships.
Fisk: Sir, are we...
Cain: We're gonna take everything we need from those ships. And once they'll realize our intent, it's bound to be resistance. *the entire CIC crew is not happy with this news* So we need to act quickly and decisively. Colonel, if you have a problem with any of this, I need to hear it now.
Fisk: No.
Cain: Get to work.

Cain: What's going on, Colonel? We're already behind schedule.
Fisk: Sir, they're denying us access to the rest of the ship. We're not dealing with just individuals, Sir. We have full families here.
Cain: Then tell them you'll shoot the families of any selectee who doesn't comply.
Fisk: Sir, did I hear you correctly? You don't seriously mean that we...
Cain: Just get it done, Colonel.

Cain: I've seen officers happier about a promotion.
Lt. Shaw: I am happy, sir. I am. I guess I just don't know what I've done to deserve it.
Cain: Don't, Captain. Don't do it. Don't look back. Sometimes, we have to leave people behind, so that we can go on. So that we can continue to fight. Sometimes, we have to do things that we never thought we were capable of, if o要ly to show the enemy our will. Yesterday, you showed me that you were capable of setting aside your fear, setting aside your hesitation, and even your revulsion -- every natural inhibition that during battle can mean the difference between life and death. When you can be this for as long as you have to be, then you're a razor. This war is forcing us all to become razors because if we don't, we don't survive. And then we don't have the luxury of becoming simply human again. Do you understand me? Good. Well done. Congratulations, Captain.



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