I was watching the DVD, and well, what the hell.
As with the last couple, we see the set up, not the kill.

First Contact 36:
The Excalibur Test

"I've got to get a fracking life." Starbuck lamented as she placed her glass of Ambrosia on top of the beat up old arcade machine that sat in one dark corner of Joe's Bar. No one was really sure where it had come from, but it work, and had proven popular with the off-duty officers and crew, so it stayed.

"Greetings, Starfighter!" The machine started, the bright lights and noise attracting a few other pilots, who wondered over to see just how well the former CAG would do, "You have been recruited by the Star League to defend the Frontier against Xur and the Kodan armada!"

The very basically animated spaceship lifted from its launch cradle and the view changed to a heads-up display. Using one of the joysticks to control her direction, and the other the targeting radical, Starbuck dispatched the first few Kodan fighters with ease, but progressive waves grew harder and harder. Relying on pure instinct, she blasted dozens of ships into exploding clouds of pixels.

"Hey, check out the score!" Helo pointed at the climbing number at the bottom of the screen, "You've almost got the record." He turn round and addressed the rest of the room, "Hey, guys, Starbuck's going for the record!"

More and more of the bar's patrons filed over, all trying to get a better view as Starbuck took out the last few fighters, and held her breath as the massive command ship came into view. The essential communications turret flashed brightly, and she snapped off her last pair of missiles and a blast from all of her laser cannons. Point defences took out one of the missiles, but the lasers struck home, taking down the warships defensive energy screen moments before the remaining missile hit, obliterating the turret in a bright flash. Secondary explosions enveloped the ship from stem to stern, before the entire ship was vaporised.

"YOU DID IT!" Helo screamed, throwing his arms around Starbuck and lifting her off her feet, "No one's ever beaten the record before."

"It's like I always say: it's all in the reflexes." Starbuck laughed, the strong drink and excitement going to her head.

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Two days later, and Starbuck's victor was already becoming a distant memory as a massive Cylon attack force bore down on the fleet, trying to destroy the essential agro-ships without which they couldn't hope to feed everyone. Vipers and their pilots died violent deaths as the Galactica did her best to cover the entire fleet.

Suddenly a Cylon Baseship exploded, followed closely by another as a dozen lightning fast ships appeared as if by magic and began tearing through their lines. Raiders turned away from their intended targets, but were mercilessly cut down by bright flashes of light.

"Starbuck, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Apollo asked.

"If you're seeing what I'm seeing, then we've both gone crazy." Starbuck blinked a few times, trying to make the sight before her change, "Those look almost like Gunstar's..."

"There has to be a rational explanation for this." The CAG responded, trying to reassure himself as much as anyone, "I mean, that's just not possible."

"Well, then explain to me why something from an old arcade machine just pulled up alongside my port wing, and the pilot saluted me." Starbuck's eyes were now wide open in amazement, "Something really strange is going on here..."

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Half an hour later, and the last Cylon ship was sent running home with it's tail between its legs, and the lead Gunstar seemed to indicate that it wanted to land on the Galactica. Given that all attempts to raise them on wireless had failed, Adama decided that it was just too bizarre to be a Cylon trap, and agreed. The massive fighters came in in perfect formation, touching down almost gracefully compared to the Vipers, and the lifts pulled them down into the hanger deck.

Starbuck was half out of her cockpit before her fighter had even been wheeled into the maintenance bay, and she slid down the nose and ran over to where the Gunstars sat. Three figurers stepped down from the lead craft and removed their helmets. The apparent leader looked like a man in his mid to late thirties, with an unruly mass of black hair, and a faint scar running down the left-hand side of his face. Despite that, he looked friendly enough.

"I'm Captain Alex Rogan, Starfighter Command." He held out his hand as the suited figure to his right removed his helmet to reveal what looked like a six-foot iguana, "I guess you've got a lot of questions. Well, so do we: like, what are humans doing this far from Earth? And in ships that look like nothing I've ever seen?"

"All that can wait for later, Alex my boy." A second man, who looked and sounded like a used-car salesman, stepped forward, "Are you the young woman who beat the record on the Starfighter game?" He asked, and when Starbuck nodded, he put his arm around her should and started to lead her down the line of waiting Gunstars, "Stick with me kid, and this time next year, we'll be millionaires! Trust Centauri; Centauri knows what he's talking about."

The End
(Battlestar Galactica/The Last Starfighter)