Chapter Two

(Present) 15 Days and 2 Hours After the Escape of Boomer and Jolly:

Galactica CIC

Commander Adama looks over at Colonel Tigh and asks, "is it?"

Tigh looks up, "yeah, it's definitely our bird."

Adama nods gravely, "bring her home, Colonel." He begins to walk away leaning heavily upon his cane, "I suppose I'll need to alert the President."

Tigh shakes his head, "may the gods preserve us."

(Present) 15 Days, 2 Hours And 15 Minutes After the Escape:

Open Space

A raptor and four vipers move into position to surround a raptor that appears to be disabled and floating in space. The Galactica's raptor shines a bright light on the damaged ship. The raptor has a large crack in it's windshield, the markings of taking rounds along her hull, dark stains that look like burn marks all over it's back side and several large dents. There is no one sitting in the cockpit.

From the Galactica's raptor the ECO, Hotwire, calls out, "Captain, it's engines are history. Life support is about the only thing running. We're picking up one faint life sign."

Apollo in his viper asks, "weapons systems?"

Hotwire replies, "negative."

Apollo follows up, "what about nukes?"

Hotwire responds, "she's clean."

Apollo instructs the raptor pilot, "ok Burnout, I want this thing towed back to Galactica. Everyone else spread out to form a standard defensive flight formation. If this is some sort of trap, I want to be ready for it."

The viper pilot, Rebel asks, "where's Starbuck? I can't believe she'd miss out on this?"

Apollo responds, "Starbuck is busy leading the CAP."

Burnout laughs, "you mean you sent her out on CAP so she wouldn't freak out and fry the raptor."

There is laughter from some of the pilots. Apollo replies, "that too." The mention of Jolly and Starbuck sends Apollo into a memory, not of the actual escape but of the events that transpired directly after.

(Flashback) 10 Minutes After The Escape:

Galactica Flight Deck

Apollo is forced to watch what he knows will be an ugly scene from the cockpit of his damaged viper as he waits impatiently for the raptor towing it to land and secure it to the flight deck. He has a ringside seat as Starbuck rips off her helmet in rage and literally jumps from her cockpit. She storms after the three pilots from the CAP as they walk towards the locker room.

She shouts, "what the frak happened out there! You just let two cylons walk away!"

The lead pilot, a bald man quite a few inches taller than Starbuck and twice as wide, called Saber calls out with out turning around, "look Starbuck, if we said that we didn't see them, we didn't see them."

Starbuck continues ranting, "just who's side are you on anyway?"

Saber stops, turns and replies angrily, "listen, I'm not about to fire on the guy that saved my ass that many times. Just a week ago, Jolly stayed in a battle even though he ran out of ammo. He intentionally let the raiders target him, so we could break out and get solid shots."

Starbuck replies, "maybe he knew they wouldn't really shoot one of their own?"

The new pilot, Whiplash calls out, "they sure tried hard enough from where I was sitting. Jolly and I pulled three rounds from the side of his ship."

As they argue, the collection of pilots and flight crew members that had been busy cleaning up the mess caused by the escape, quickly move closer to watch the conflict. Soon there are two groups of people in a stand off, the old Galactica pilots and flight crew, led by Starbuck, against the new pilots, led by Saber. Saber continues, "then we get to Galactica and hear about cylon agents posing as people. We don't know anything about that. We just know that Jolly had our backs. If he was going down, it wasn't going to be by us."

A Galactica pilot, named Burnout, gets involved. "Look, Boomer was a good friend to all of us, but when she was id'ed as a cylon…that was it. She had to go."

Saber counters, "yeah, I heard about that. But she was found out by shooting the Commander, Jolly didn't do anything to anybody."

Starbuck replies, "just helped the cylons try to annihilate our entire species, that's all."

Saber bends down just inches from Starbuck's face, "you think I didn't lose everything? I had family and friends just like everybody else. At least with Jolly, we were destroying the cylons, not running away every time they show up."

Starbuck doesn't flinch, "so you think we should abandon the last survivors to launch a suicide attack? That's a brilliant strategy."

Sensing trouble, Chief Tyrol begins pulling the flight crew members back away from the confrontation. Cally asks as he pulls her away by the arm, "what are you doing, Chief? This is just getting interesting."

The chief replies, "yeah, and I don't want my people anywhere near when they start throwing punches. They're officers, best to let them settle it amongst themselves."

Saber doesn't move away from Starbuck, "no, I think you should keep doing just what you have been doing…running. That's what the Galactica's best at…running away." Which happens to turn out to be the exact moment Starbuck reaches up and swings both fists down on to Saber's nose.

Apollo can see from his cockpit that the flight deck has broken into an all out brawl between the two groups of pilots. He jumps from his cockpit before it touches the deck and begins trying to break up the melee by shouting, but no one stops to listen to him. He gets between two pilots wrestling and is hit from behind and knocked to the ground. In anger, he immediately grabs the leg of the pilot that just knocked him down and pins the pilot beneath him. Apollo lifts his fist to throw a punch, but stops himself when he realizes its Slider.

Seeing that her assailant isn't punching, Slider grabs Apollo's support arm and quickly reverses the position so she is on top. Finally recognizing Apollo she smiles and says, "you know, I always imagined the first time you and I lay down together to go a little differently."

Apollo says without smiling, "cute. Nice lip." He says pointing at her bleeding lower lip.

They both stand up, but Apollo is immediately tackled by the new pilot, Whiplash. As soon as the young lean pilot with blond hair realizes he is on top of the CAG, he nervously apologizes, "I'm…really sorry, Apo…Captain." He salutes still laying on top of Apollo, but Apollo throws him off roughly.

Suddenly someone calls out, "ATTENTION!" Apollo looks up to see Colonel Tigh and a group of marines have come to the flight deck and have broken up the fight. Everyone on the deck is now standing at attention. Apollo walks over to Tigh and can't believe he's smiling. He seems to be actually enjoying the scene.

Apollo says to him, "Colonel, I will handle this."

Tigh looks at the pilots and replies with a smug smile, "we're just here to make sure they don't hurt anything actually valuable. But you are correct Captain; it's your responsibility to keep the pilots in line. Looks like you're doing a fine job of it too."

Apollo bristles and replies, "I guess I've been too busy trying to catch the cylons that just escaped from your brig."

Tigh continues to smile slightly, "besides, compared to the good old days, this wouldn't even qualify as a mild disagreement. Why your father could cause this much of a mess just because someone parked in his usual spot." Tigh turns to Apollo and pokes his chest, "get your pilots in line, captain. That comes straight from the old man."

Apollo nods gritting his teeth and still fuming, as Tigh walks out with the marines in tow. Apollo addresses the crowd, "well, I certainly hope that got any issues you have out of your system." He continues, "I want to make it perfectly clear that we are on the same team. There are not two squadrons on this ship. We don't even have enough pilots to make up one complete squadron. So I need you all to be at your best…every time, all the time. Anything less and we're all dead. It's that simple." He pauses for a moment, then calls out, "Saber, Whiplash and Pagan…front and center." The three pilots assemble in front of Apollo. Apollo charges, "maybe you think that you can play games to get out of obeying a direct order, but I have every right to throw all three of your asses into the brig forever." Apollo breathes, "but I'm not letting you off that easy. No vacations. Instead, you are stripped of all rank and privilege indefinitely. You are going to work under the direction of Chief Tyrol until all of the damage to this flight deck has been repaired and everything in it is as clean as the day she came off the line. Do you understand me?"

All three respond in unison, "yes sir!"

Apollo follows up, "that includes, the damaged viper I just brought in."

"Yes sir!"

Apollo takes a moment to smile ever so slightly, "and Lieutenant Thrace is going to help you."

Starbuck can't contain her surprise, "excuse me…sir?"

Apollo looks at her, "you did throw the first punch?"

Starbuck protests, "I was provoked."

Apollo replies, "well, then I guess this will anger management for all four of you." Apollo turns to Chief Tyrol, "Chief, these pilots are yours, until both you and I agree that they have repented fully for their sins. I want them to perform every dirty, nasty and disagreeable chore you have." Apollo says loudly so the entire deck can hear, "I want these four people to be the second most miserable group of people in the fleet."

Apollo pauses for drama, "The most miserable group of people in the fleet will be anyone caught helping them in any way. Am I completely clear?"

The Chief replies, "yes sir." Tyrol turns beaming at his crew. They all smile back.

Apollo says to the entire group, "dismissed. Everyone get back to your duties."

The Chief gestures to his newest crew members, "lady and gentlemen, this way please." And he begins showing them to their new assignments.

Slider walks up to Apollo still bleeding from her bottom lip. She comes to attention and salutes, "permission to speak with the CAG, sir?"

Apollo blushes and waves off her salute, "Slider, you can just talk to me, I don't really need the formalities."

She smiles, "maybe I enjoy the formalities. It makes the moment that we start discussing personal matters feel almost subversive."

Apollo smiles back at her, "what's on your mind?"

She responds, "dinner. Specifically whether you are still going to have time to have one?"

He looks around at the damage, "I'll make time. We're still on."

She nods, "great, I'll meet you later."

She says, "wow, Starbuck hits much harder than I imagined…and I actually imagined that she hit pretty hard."

Apollo replies, "yeah, I know."

Seeing Slider talking to Apollo, Starbuck breaks away from the work crew and comes over holding her side. She puts her arm around Slider, "when you threw that elbow…inspired genius is all I can say."

Before Apollo or Slider can respond the Chief calls out, "excuse me, Lieut…Miss Thrace? These rounds aren't going to dig themselves out of the walls."

Starbuck looks at Apollo expecting him to grant her a pardon, but he makes a dismissing motion with his hand, "you heard the Chief. Those bullets aren't going to dig themselves out."

Starbuck smiles sarcastically at Apollo and leaves giving him an obscene gesture on the way. Apollo yells out while exchanging smiles with Slider, "Chief, call her Kara."

Slider is about to turn when Apollo adds, "I'm glad to see that you and Starbuck patched up any animosity. I told you she wouldn't be jealous."

Slider laughs lightly, "you don't know much about women, do you?"

He smiles shyly, "well…no, I have to admit it's an area I haven't excelled at."

She explains, "Starbuck and I are probably ok as pilots…teammates. But as women…well, let's just say, that's not even on the table yet."

Suddenly over the intercom, "Captain Adama, report to CIC. Captain Adama, report to CIC."

Apollo gives Slider a mischievous grin, "well, I guess she's just going to have to get used to you." Slider returns his smile and then he rushes off towards the CIC.

Having watched Apollo and Slider talking and laughing together, Starbuck mutters while digging a round out of the wall with a screwdriver, "Jolly, you would have loved this wouldn't you? You had better hope that we never cross paths again."

(Present)15 Days, 2 Hours and 20 Minutes After the Escape:

Commander Adama's Quarters

Commander Adama limps to the phone at his desk. He goes to pick up the receiver, but pauses as he looks at his book case and notices the empty slot belonging to the book he had loaned to President Roslin. Little chance he was ever going to see it again. He remembers the last time he spoke with President Roslin. He allows himself a rare smile thinking about their last confrontation.

(Flashback) 17 Minutes After the Escape:

Commander Adama's Quarters

President Roslin marches in quickly and determinedly, as Adama and Tigh are consulting over reports at his table. Both look up curiously at Roslin as she looks like a bull ready to charge. She turns to Tigh, "Colonel, I need to discuss some urgent matters with Commander Adama, would you excuse us?"

Tigh looks at Adama for approval and once Adama has nodded the affirmative, steps past Roslin saluting quickly, "Madame President."

The moment he is gone, Roslin turns on Adama, "what the frak is going on Commander!"

Adama looks almost amused, "I told Tigh it would take you at least half an hour before you stormed in here. He said less than twenty minutes." He looks at his watch, "looks like I owe him dinner."

Roslin nods angrily, "I'm glad that you are enjoying this because I don't know if you've looked around lately, but things have gotten quite out of control."

Adama looks at her, "how so?"

She breathes for a moment, "can you please explain to me how two cylon agents managed to escape from the Galactica's brig? Or at least tell me how I am going to explain it to the fleet."

Adama thinks for a moment then says, "Madame President, please sit down." Not the response she was expecting and taken aback, she sits hesitantly on the couch. After another moment, Adama sighs, "I apologize that I wasn't able to consult with you, but we had to move quickly."

She looks baffled, "I don't understand…we had to move quickly?"

Adama continues, "since the initial attack, we have been so busy running that there hasn't been any opportunity to collect usable intelligence on the cylons. With the situation with Lieutenant Nevlin, I saw a small window of opportunity for us to extract some information. It's a long shot, but we really didn't have much to lose, but a lot to potentially gain."

Roslin smiles ever so slightly, "so you really believed that his test results were wrong?"

He looks directly at her, "I still do."

Roslin takes a turn to pause and think, "even after he destroyed the cylon detector, it's test results, roughed up the Vice President and shot one of your command crew in the back? To me it sounds like a pretty successful mission for a cylon agent."

Adama looks grave, "I intend to launch a full investigation as to the incident in the lab."

She counters, "so you think that maybe Doctor Baltar beat himself up and Lieutenant Gaeta backed into the bullet?"

He replies quickly, "the Vice President was holding the gun when the marines arrived. I don't understand what happened in that room, but I will get the answers, and if it was Jolly…then I'll track him down and shoot him out of a launch tube myself."

She asks, "so if Lieutenant Nevlin is human, won't the cylons execute him the moment they find him?"

Adama explains, "that's why we sent him with the cylon agent we knew as Lieutenant Valerii. We have some reason to believe that her programming to turn on humans is not completely stable. If Jolly can get close to her, there is a good chance that she will make some effort to protect him. Plus the cylons seem to have some interest in observing human behavior." He pauses for a moment, "examining Jolly could take years of their time."

She throws back, "her programming seemed stable enough when she shot you."

He continues ignoring her comment, "assuming Jolly is on our side, he will be looking for any opportunity to test her loyalties and find exploitable weaknesses in these cylon agents. Her model seems to be programmed to attach to humans, like what the other version did with Helo on Caprica."

She sighs and stands up to leave, "Commander, I understand your loyalty and attachment to your crew, but I can't allow this to become another situation like when Lieutenant Thrace crashed."

Adama corrects, "if you remember, Madame President, we were correct on that matter."

She turns before leaving, "yes, you were correct, while putting the entire fleet at risk. That's a big gamble. And I don't know if we can afford to keep making those kinds of bets…even when we're right." She hesitates before walking out, "Commander, eventually everyone's luck runs out."

(Present) 15 Days, 2 Hours and 22 Minutes After the Escape:

Commander Adama's Quarters

Adama picks up the receiver, "Mr. President, it appears our friends are back."

On the other end, Dr. Gaius Baltar replies from the President's office on Colonial One, "Commander, I trust you have dealt with them quickly and appropriately."

Adama replies, "we haven't done anything yet. But I guarantee to you that justice will be done."

Baltar smiles on the other end of the phone, "I have complete confidence in you, William."

Adama grimaces, "we're bringing their ship to the Galactica, I'll keep you updated."

Baltar smiles at Six, who is sitting on his lap playing with the collar of his shirt, and replies, "of course you will, William. Of course you will."

After Baltar hangs up the phone, Six says to him, "I'm impressed Gaius. I never thought I'd see the day that you talked to the Commander with such confidence. You never cease to surprise me."

Baltar smiles seductively at her, "well, my dear. Now that I have some say in the events that affect our life, I've felt a renewed sense of purpose. I feel absolutely invigorated. I feel…"

Six cuts him off by gripping his face, "you feel like creating a new cylon detector."

Baltar's smile fades, "well yes, of course that's a primary goal. Right up there on the list." Six looks at him sternly as he says becoming a little nervous, "it's the first thing I will get done…once I've consolidated executive power."

Six laughs, "executive power?" She gestures around the office, "this is all very temporary Gaius. Once you have created a working cylon detector, you can play your little games to your heart's content. But first things first." She reaches down and violently grabs his crotch, she says as he winces in pain, "right now, the only thing you need to do is set up a new lab right here on Colonial One."

He asks as her statement actually distracts him from the pain, "on Colonial One?"

She releases him and replies, "it only makes sense that you would have your lab near your quarters and office. After all, the President is far too busy to shuttle back and forth between the Galactica and Colonial One. Not to mention the security breaches that have taken place on the Galactica. Here you can have your own security staff watching out for you."

He smiles, "I'll have to evict some families from the necessary areas of the ship, but…yes, yes, having the lab close to me is an excellent idea. No more military goons looking over my shoulder. I can actually work…or not work as the case may be, away from William's prying eyes." He looks over her body, "you know sometimes I get the feeling that he doesn't completely trust me."

Six looks mischievous, "well, then maybe it's time for him to retire."

Baltar losses his swagger from before, "remove the Commander? After the assassination attempt, security would be impossible to get past. Not to mention the whisperings regarding President Roslin's fate. Although I think Tom Zarek will be picking up the tab for that one."

She gets up leading him to the sleeping area, "you're the President. Did you know that you can appoint an Admiral, or even a Rear Admiral. I don't think it's very practical to assume that the Commander will be in charge forever. I think the assassination attempt on Adama's life, not to mention the current condition of our dear former President, would be more than enough reason to take precautions that someone else can take over…if something horrible should happen to him. As President it's your patriotic duty to look to the future. Perhaps it's time to start grooming a replacement for dear…old…William."

He begins undressing as they leave the room, he asks, "all this talk of patriotic duty…would you like to help raise the flag this evening?" As Six begins unbuttoning his shirt and kissing down his chest, Baltar thinks about how many close calls he's had recently.

(Flashback) 45 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

The doctor, Major Cottle frustrated at his patient's nervous squirming, finally grabs Dr. Baltar's head in both of his hands. While inspecting Baltar's pupils, he says, "you took a pretty good beating."

He pauses for a moment, while concentrating on something he sees in Baltar's eyes, "that's odd?"

Baltar inhales nervously, "what's odd?"

The doctor lights a cigarette, "you have no green in your eyes. Most people with brown eyes have at least a little green in them." Baltar exhales in relief, but the doctor says, "better get some scans of your head just to make sure they didn't spill any of the gray matter."

Baltar smiles nervously, "I'm feeling quite fine actually, I appreciate your concern, but I can assure you that further tests won't be necessary."

The doctor insists, "all the same, I think it's essential that we make sure you didn't suffer a concussion or internal damage."

Six sitting on the bed behind him whispers in his ear while sliding her hand into his patient gown, "what's the matter Gaius, afraid they'll find my little gift floating around in there?"

Baltar blurts out, "NO...uh no. I'm quite certain that there's been no permanent damage."

The doctor shrugs, "look, if you aren't going to submit to tests, I'm going to have to hold you for observation for a couple of days…for your own good, certainly not for mine."

Six adds, "I wonder what they would do to a traitor found to have a cylon device planted in his brain? Probably take it out while he's still alive."

Baltar shrugs trying to ignore Six looking over at the bed next to him, "that's ok, I'd like to stay with Lieutenant Gaeta anyway."

The doctor nods, "that's very thoughtful, but there really isn't anything you can do for him."

Baltar almost smiles, "I can't help but feel a little responsible. I'm not leaving his side until I know for sure that we're out of danger."

The doctor shrugs, "suit yourself. But you're going to have to go get your own meals. This isn't the Vice Presidential Palace."

The doctor leaves and Baltar scans the sick bay for other people. An member of the medical crew examines some paperwork, but then after a moment, he leaves. Baltar looks over at Gaeta lying on the bed next to him. He frantically studies the equipment readings trying to decipher if they are signs that Gaeta's condition is improving or getting worse. From behind him a hand begins to stroke his bruised cheek.

Six says to him, "I think we should just finish him now. Come on, Gauis, put him out of our misery and we can move on to more important matters."

Baltar begins to shake as he watches Gaeta lay on his side. He says to Six, "I can't be expected to wait in this dreadfully dull sick bay until he dies. What if he survives?"

After a moment of working up his nerve Baltar lifts himself up off of his bed and moves towards Gaeta. He touches the tube supplying Gaeta with oxygen and after a moment clenches it in his hand cutting off the flow of oxygen.

Suddenly a voice calls out from behind him, "Mr. Vice President, what exactly are you doing?"

Six says with some humor, "uh oh."

Baltar turns still holding the tube, he replies quickly, "the tube was twisted. I was afraid he wasn't getting enough air."

Colonel Tigh standing in the doorway with two marines in tow looks unconvinced. Tigh says skeptically, "that's very considerate of you. But perhaps we should leave his care to the medical crew."

Baltar nods sitting back on his own bed, "why…why exactly are you here, Colonel?"

Tigh responds, "well, since the cylons seem to consider you a primary target, the Commander felt that you should have some security assigned to you."

Baltar shakes his head, "please tell the Commander how much I appreciate his thoughtfulness for my well being, but since the cylons managed to escape, I really won't need any protection."

Tigh replies, "this has nothing to do with your well being. You're the only one who can create a new cylon detector. And that makes you everyone's concern."

Baltar opens his mouth to say something but Tigh cuts him off, "and the President agrees completely with the Commander."

Baltar closes his mouth as that was obviously going to be his next point. Tigh instructs the marines, "the Vice President doesn't make a move with out you. Understand?"

The marines both reply, "yes sir."

Tigh smiles as he leaves, "get well soon, Mr. Vice President."

(Present) 15 Days and 4 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Flight Deck

The ECO, Freefall, talks to Chief Tyrol, Specialist Cally and a few other flight crew members on the flight deck. Cally asks, "so they really found the raptor the cylons escaped in?"

Freefall responds, "yeah, I hear it looks like it was hit with everything you can imagine."

The chief asks trying to sound unconcerned, "did they say anything about survivors?"

Freefall replies, "there's only one set of life signs, but they haven't had any communication from the ship."

Suddenly, a large group of marines file out on to the flight deck. They usher all of the pilots and flight crew from the landing area and everyone watches as the disabled raptor is towed onto the deck. The raptor hits the flight deck with a loud thud. The marines encircle the raptor and two approach the ship's hatch.

The marines wait for Colonel Tigh and Captain Apollo, who has just landed, to reach the damaged raptor. Tigh nods to the marines standing by the hatch. The marines manage to manually open the hatch and it lifts reluctantly with a large squeal. Four marines rush past to enter the ship. One of the marines waves Tigh and Apollo in. Upon entering the raptor, both appear somewhat surprised by what they find. After a moment, Tigh shouts out, "we need a medical team here now!"

Pilots and flight crew members struggle against the marines to get a better look at what is going on at the raptor. As Starbuck's viper lands from CAP duty, she rushes over excitedly to observe the scene. Soon a medical team arrives and enters the raptor. After a few moments, a body covered in bandages and blood is carried out on a gurney.

Everyone crowds around attempting to get closer to see who it is. Starbuck strains against the person next to her to get a glimpse of the body on the gurney. Starbuck turns to see it's Slider. Starbuck looks up and can see a small round scar on the exposed forearm of the person laying on the gurney.

The medics carry Jolly off quickly, and then the marines carry out the limp body of Boomer who is staring up with lifeless eyes. Her body is placed on another gurney and taken away. Chief Tyrol shakes his head, crosses his arms and walks off in the opposite direction. Cally calls out to him, but he just keeps walking.

After a few moments, a group of engineers come and pull the body of a cylon centurion out of the raptor. Everyone clamors to get a better look and immediately notice that the armor of this cylon is a bright but dented and scratched gold. The cylon has been shot several times and an engineer follows behind carrying the centurion's right arm.

Apollo walks beside the gurney carrying Jolly to sick bay. Jolly has several bandaged wounds and appears to enter in and out of consciousness, but it's apparent that Jolly doesn't know or understand where he is. He chokes out, "Sharon? What have you done…don't you understand? There's no fish in the pond."

Apollo tries to get through to him, "Jordan? Jordan, it's Lee. You're on the Galactica." Jolly makes eye contact with Apollo for the first time. Jolly looks like he is going to say something, then suddenly grabs Apollo's hand just as they get to sick bay and the size of the doorway forces Apollo to stop. Apollo looks down at his hand now stained with Jolly's blood, and sees what appears to be a small data disk. It looks like a disk that humans might use, but with slightly different dimensions.

Starbuck and Slider catch up with Apollo. Starbuck says angrily, "what's going on? Why are we saving that toaster? Why don't we just go to an airlock and save everyone the trouble?"

Slider, who has begun to cry, turns on Starbuck. She grabs Starbuck's flight suit in both fists, "shut the frak up Starbuck!"

Starbuck shrugs her off and turns to Apollo. But he doesn't really register that either woman is there, as he's lost in thought. Starbuck asks again, "Lee? What's happening here?"

Apollo clutches the disk in his hand and replies distantly, "I …I don't know." And he walks off quickly in the opposite direction. Starbuck watches Lee walk off as Slider tries to enter the sick bay, but is stopped by a guard at the door. She looks in to see the medical crew working frantically on Jolly.

Jolly's mind is captive to a slide show of scenes. He's delirious and the flashbacks come from every part of his life. He can't control or concentrate, only watch as a spectator while the moments of his life are spread out in completely random order. Each scene is broken by a flashing red light moving from one side of his mind to the other. As he tries to concentrate on each memory, it is soon swept away by red light that he seems powerless to control. With each movement of the red light there is a flash of excruciating pain and then a new memory. He can't seem to decide what's going on in reality versus what he sees in his head. One moment, he's fishing with his grandfather, then a flash of red and pain. Next he's looking into the eyes of a beautiful blonde woman who reaches down and crushes the ring finger of his left hand. Another flash of red, and he's in his viper cockpit watching cylon missiles streak towards the Galactica's vipers helpless to do anything to stop them. A flash of red, then he's running with Boomer down shadowy corridors. They're running frantically in fear, but from what? He can't remember, he only knows that they can't stop running. A flash of red, and suddenly, he's in a night club with Lee and Starbuck drinking. Starbuck is drunk and kisses him, while looking slyly for some sort of reaction from Lee. A flash of red and he's kissing Slider by her viper on the deck of the Nebula Chaser. A flash of red and he's a boy again at the pond. He's crying out for his grandfather. He's looking for him. He sees his grandfather's old rowboat tied to the small rickety dock and Boomer is there. She's standing on the dock, waving to him and smiling. He calls out to her, but she doesn't respond. She continues smiling. But then the flash of red sweeps her away. He can hear in the distance the sound of the medical crew trying to talk to him, asking him questions, but they don't seem real. The flashbacks seem far more real. Far more important. He forces himself to concentrate. What was the last moment he can truly remember..."

(Flashback) 2 Hours After the Escape:

Open Space

In the escaped raptor, Jolly and Boomer have changed from their stolen marine uniforms into flight suits. He winces as she finishes bandaging his arm and says, "so when we actually do run into cylons, what do we do? It's not like we can just go up to the front door and knock."

She replies while moving towards the back and viewing the scanner, "I have no idea."

He smiles while pulling his bandaged arm back into the flight suit, "then this is without a doubt the stupidest thing I've ever done."

She looks up and smiles back at him, "what we're doing is the stupidest thing anyone has ever done."

He looks back at her, "that's why it probably feels right. Just me in my natural element."

Suddenly she calls out, "I have multiple contacts. Looks like fifteen raiders coming up behind us."

Jolly grips the joystick, "about time. Ok, this is where the fun begins."

Boomer comes up, sits in the chair next to him and pulls the joystick to her.

He asks, "what are you doing?"

She replies, "the cylon transponder on board should keep them from shooting us on sight, but you fly too much like a viper pilot."

He asks, "what does that mean?"

She accuses, "too aggressive. We're joining them, not fighting them. They may take offense."

Jolly looks confused, "offense? A cylon raider might take offense to my flying? They're toasters…you can't offend a machine."

She looks over at him, "really? You just did."

After a few moments of silence, they both breathe deeply as the cylon raiders fly past them. Boomer moves the raptor into formation with the raiders. Jolly looks over at Boomer noticing the strange look that has come over her face, "uhm…Boomer? Are you ok, or should I get out now?"

She smiles at him, "remember how you felt when you landed on the Galactica again?" He nods, so she continues, "I don't understand why, but that's how I feel right now."

And as they come around a planet, lying directly in front of them appears a cylon base star. Jolly takes a deep nervous breath and says without turning away from the base star, "is there anything else about offending them that I should know about?" And they continue flying directly towards the base star.

(Present)15 Days, 4 Hours and 20 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Corridor Leading to Sick Bay

Starbuck chases Apollo down, as she calls out, "Lee, what is it? Why are you acting so…non-Lee like."

As he stops and turns to respond, she looks down and sees the blood on his hand and then the disk. She asks, "what's that?"

Apollo responds, "I don't know yet."

Starbuck tries to take it, "well, let's go find out."

Apollo pulls away, "what I need you to do, is to go keep the pilots occupied. Find something for them to do."

She looks at him incredulously, "find something for them to do?"

He nods, "yeah, after this…rumors will be flying around like raiders. I need you to keep their minds focused on their jobs. We can't afford any more rifts in the squadron."

She throws back, "isn't that really the CAGs responsibility? Do you want me to sleep with Slider too?"

He responds as if actually thinking about it, "well...no." Apollo asks sincerely, "Just do this for me. Ok, Kara? I was ordered to deal with this as my first priority. You can handle the troops."

Starbuck replies, "oh, I almost forgot about your all important investigation. What exactly are you investigating anyway? I still don't really understand."

Apollo replies, "that's a good thing. Trust me, if I could trade places with you, I would." And with that he turns and rushes off. Starbuck watches him leave and thinks about the conflicts among the pilots after Jolly and Boomer's escape.

(Flashback) 2 Hours and 15 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Flight Deck

Several pilots and flight crew members are talking on the flight deck. Saber, Starbuck and the other pilots under punishment are working on different projects around the deck. One of the new pilots says to Starbuck, "so I heard you couldn't catch Jolly."

Starbuck bristles while trying to dig a round out of a tool cart. Slider admonishes, "shut up Rebel."

But Rebel obviously likes that he's irritating Starbuck, he continues, "I was told that he out flew both you and Captain Apollo."

One of the Galactica's pilots corrects, "if the cylon cowards hadn't FTL'd with their tail between their legs, they would both be space dust."

Starbuck finally gets the round out and stands up to leave. Rebel says, "hey, you aren't going? I was just messing around."

Starbuck wheels on him, grabbing him by his shirt, "listen up. The only mistake I made was not shooting that imposter the moment he landed. Because of him, Gaeta's fighting for his life. He had better hope that we never see each other again. And if you have a problem with that or me, you can just frak off!" She lets the stunned pilot go and storms off.

Rebel turns to the Galactica pilots, "hey, we were fooled too. Hope everyone on the Galactica isn't so sensitive."

(Flashback) 2 Hours and 25 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

Starbuck enters as one of the marine guard's attempts to question her, but she shrugs him off. "I'm here to check on Lieutenant Gaeta."

Starbuck stops in her tracks as she comes around and sees Dr. Baltar sitting on the bed next to Gaeta. He seems as surprised to see her as she him. After a moment, he says, "Well Lieutenant Thrace, for what honor do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

Starbuck looks for a moment like she might spin around and leave, but instead she replies with a shrug, "I came to check on Lieutenant Gaeta."

Baltar nods looking sympathetically at Gaeta. "He's stable, but not out of the woods yet. We can only pray for the best possible outcome."

Starbuck looking like she might break down, comes over beside Gaeta, "it's probably my fault. Once again, everything is my fault."

Baltar tries to be comforting, "what is your fault?"

Starbuck gestures beginning to cry, "him getting shot…you getting beat up…Jolly getting away. I'm so sorry."

Baltar comes up next to her and puts his arm around her, "it's not your fault. Your friend will have to account for his own sins…as will we all. Now why would you think that you are responsible?"

Starbuck lets him continue to hold her, she says wiping away a tear, "I convinced the Commander to hold off Jolly's execution until a second test could be completed. If we had just trusted your results, none of this would have happened."

Six says while standing behind them, "I told you she would bring you nothing but trouble. She's like poison to you Gaius. Why can't you see that?"

Baltar ignores Six, "don't be silly. Lieutenant Nevlin was your friend. You were only trying to protect him. You're intentions were perhaps a bit misguided, but good. Sometimes bad things happen to those with the best of intentions."

Starbuck smiles, "thanks. You're a lot more understanding than maybe I gave you credit for."

Six shows her disapproval, "I can't believe you haven't learned your lesson. I can show you that there are far worse things in the galaxy than a broken heart. Like broken fingers, broken spleen, broken kidneys…"

Baltar smiles at Starbuck, "I'm sure if we all examined our actions or inactions, we all had some part to play in the tragic events that unfolded." He pauses for a moment, "even I, might have to share a small portion of the blame…if I think about it."

Starbuck leans into him, "thanks doc." And Baltar kisses the top of her head.

(Present) 15 Days, 4 Hours and 30 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica CIC

Apollo rushes in and approaches Commander Adama, who is talking to Petty Officer Dualla regarding the status of the fleet. Upon seeing Apollo enter, Adama excuses himself and waits for Apollo to speak. Apollo just lifts his hand slightly showing Adama the disk. Adama and Apollo both move towards the Commander's living quarters.

Upon entering his quarters Commander Adama asks, "what have we got?"

Apollo begins, "Jolly is in bad shape. The medical crew is working on him now. Boomer didn't make…"

Adama cuts him off, "I just got off the line with Tigh. He briefed me on their condition. What have we got?"

Apollo hands him the disk explaining how he got it. Adama looks at it and says, "this doesn't look like it's compatible with our computers, we are going to need someone to figure out how to get into it."

Apollo smiles sarcastically, "well, normally we would consult with Dr. Baltar. But with the current situation being what it is…"

Adama continues his thought, "and Lieutenant Gaeta isn't able to help us."

Apollo shakes his head, "we don't have a lot of options. What about Dualla?"

Adama thinks for a moment, "she's good. I certainly trust her, but I think she'd need help. We need someone else that knows their way around extracting information and can keep their mouth shut."

Apollo suggests, "I've seen her around a lot with the Presidential Advisor Billy Keikeya. I understand he's a pretty bright guy with these sorts of problems."

Adama asks, "can he be trusted?"

Apollo shrugs, "I know he hates working for Dr. Baltar. And I think Dualla might be able to convince him to keep quiet."

Adama replies, "that might have to be good enough. But we need to keep this top secret, particularly from our current President. No one is told until we know what it is."

Apollo nods, "I'll get them right on it."

Before Apollo can leave, Adama asks, "how's the rest of the investigation coming? With Jolly back, I'm going to need answers to the questions that are coming."

Apollo looks down for a moment, "it's impossible. Dr. Baltar has only changed his story about 12 times, Gaeta is still unconscious and in the end it will be Dr. Baltar's word against Jolly's. Whatever Jolly says when and if he pulls through. I know Dr. Baltar was somehow responsible, but I haven't been able to find any proof that will hold up."

Adama nods, "and President Roslin's incident? Any leads?"

Apollo shakes his head, "as far as anyone can determine it was either an accident or someone tampered with her medication. There are a few grumblings that Tom Zarek had something to do with it…but, no proof."

Adama sighs, "the entire fleet caught between a Baltar and a Zarek."

Apollo leaves Adama's quarters wondering how he went from viper pilot to detective. He remembers the moment his father placed him in charge of this mess.

(Flashback) 3 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica CIC

Apollo reports and is ushered into Commander Adama's quarters by Petty Officer Dualla. As he enters the room, Adama gestures for him to sit. Commander Adama says, "close call with Jolly today. I heard he threw some whistlers at you."

Apollo breathes deeply, "yes sir, he fired the raptor's counter measures while I was right on his tail. It was my fault for getting too close."

Adama asks looking at a new bruise on his lip, "I trust you weren't hurt? You don't need to be checked do you?"

Apollo blushes, "the only thing hurt was my ego…and my viper."

Adama nods, "I need to have a full investigation performed on what happened at the lab during the escape. I'm thinking of putting you on it."

Apollo looks confused, "investigation? I think it's pretty clear that Jorda…the cylon agent broke into the lab, beat up Doctor Baltar and then shot Gaeta. What more do we need to know?"

Adama responds, "a lot of things. But I need someone that I can trust explicitly and will report only to me."

Apollo thinks for a moment, "don't you want Starbuck for this sort of thing? She's better at beating the truth out of people than I am."

Adama shakes his head, "Starbuck's not the right person for this job. This needs someone that can be objective. I'm sure she'll be pretty bitter about being fooled by Jolly." He smiles, "I wouldn't exactly call her impartial or detached from this incident."

Apollo replies, "listen, dad. I'm not exactly detached either. He was my friend and he betrayed or was made to look like my friend to betray…to be honest this whole thing makes me sick."

Adama replies, "yes, I know, but you have the ability to put aside your personal feelings and get the job done. Most people can't do that. That's what I need you to do here. Investigate the incident that took place at the lab, and I want you to report what you find to me and me alone."

Apollo finally agrees, "fine, I'll do it."

Adama nods, "I want you to find out as much as you can on our Vice President. We need to get closer to him. Find out what he's up to."

Apollo responds, "I have a thought on that. I'll let you know how it goes."

As Apollo gets up to leave Adama says, "one more thing. I want you to pass along to our pilots that if Jolly does surface, I want him brought in alive. No one fires at him unless fired upon."

Apollo looks confused, so he adds, "tell them I want to rip out his throat myself."

Apollo stops at the door, "about the fight on the flight deck…"

Adama waves him off, "you're the CAG, I'm trusting you to deal with it. The pilots are your responsibility." Apollo nods and then Adama continues, "letting off a little steam might be good for them." Adama smiles and adds, "besides from what I hear it was nothing compared to the time a rookie pilot parked in my spot." Apollo smiles and leaves.

(Present) 15 Days and 6 Hours After the Escape:

Colonial One

The Acting President Doctor Gaius Baltar stands at the podium responding to questions from the press corps. A female reporter asks, "so it's true? The cylon agents that escaped from Galactica's brig were found?"

Baltar nods, "yes, it's true. The raptor was retrieved and one cylon agent was recovered still functioning while the other was…not."

A young male reporter asks, "has Commander Adama learned his lesson? Will the cylon be destroyed quickly?"

Baltar smiles slightly, "I think we are all learning as we go. I can assure you that the Commander and I are consulting very closely on all matters and justice will be done, both quickly and fairly."

The first female reporter asks, "is it true that you have begun replacing the Galactica's security forces with your own? Does this mean you've lost confidence in the military?"

Baltar replies smoothly, "Andrea, nothing could be further from the truth. The change in security personnel was simply a move to take some of the burden off the already overburdened Galactica marine force. It's not their job to act as police for the fleet. And in case any one is concerned, let me assure you that I have handpicked the security staff overlooking both myself and President Roslin."

Another reporter asks, "has there been any change in President Roslin's condition?"

Baltar replies quickly, "no…unfortunately, I must report that her catatonic state persists and we ask that everyone in the fleet to please keep her in your thoughts and prayers."

The same reporter follows up, "there are rumors that she was poisoned. Is there an investigation being performed? Are there any suspects?"

Baltar clears his throat, "we have no evidence that President Roslin's current condition is the result of foul play. Everything we know suggests that there was a mix up with her allergy medication."

Another reporter throws out, "has anyone questioned Tom Zarek?"

There is laughter scattered about the room. Baltar keeps a straight face and replies, "I want to be very clear that we have no reason to suspect Mr. Zarek of any wrong doing here. In spite of his reputation, I have not been presented with any convincing evidence that Mr. Zarek had anything to do with this incident."

So another male reporter asks, "is there any non-convincing evidence that Mr. Zarek had anything to do with it?"

Baltar replies, "I'm not at liberty, nor inclined to discuss rumors. No matter how persistent."

Another female reporter asks, "so will you be attending the execution of Lieutenant Nevlin?"

Baltar responds, "I'd have to check my schedule."

The reporter follows up, "well, he did rough you up. Not to mention shooting your lab assistant…Lieutenant Gatel."

Someone corrects him, "that's Lieutenant Gratel."

He replies, "oh sorry, Lieutenant Gratel."

Baltar replies solemnly, "actually, it's Lieutenant Gaeta and he is a very good friend. But to answer your question, I do intend to see that justice is administered to Lieutenant Nevlin personally."

(Flashback) 6 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

Baltar has had enough. Gaeta just won't die and Baltar has some sense of fear that if he leaves he will lose the opportunity to insure that Gaeta never recovers. He pulls the privacy curtain as tightly closed as it will go, while smiling sarcastically at his marine guards. He hasn't been able to do much of anything, since they watch him at all times.

And besides boredom, he has to deal with Six's constant complaints and demands. Since getting closer to Kara, Six has only gotten angrier and more violent. Escalating to the point that he's had to steal extra pain medication to accommodate her physical abuse. Unfortunately because of the guards, he has only been able to steal a single vial of pain killer and a syringe to administer it. And he just happens to have an intense dislike for needles. He smiles to himself, ironic for someone that spends as much time in a lab as he does, but he hasn't been able to work up the nerve to use any of his horde just yet. He places it carefully under his mattress and then goes to sleep.

Later that night, he is awoken roughly by Six. He turns and says angrily, "what the…"

She puts her hand over his mouth and says, "Quiet! It looks like God may just want to make something of you yet. I swear if it weren't for me, you would have slept right through the sound of opportunity knocking at your door."

Baltar can then hear two female medical crew members talking outside of his curtain. One asks, "what's this?"

The other one replies, "kamala extract."

The first one replies, "I didn't think the doctor believed in using kamala. Who's it for?"

The second one replies, "I'm not sure. Whenever Doctor Cottle can dig some up, he has it kept here. He never says who it's for."

The first one suggests, "well, let's lock it up and go get some food. I'm starving."

The second one replies angrily, "of frak! I left the keys with Sergeant Brimmel in the Starboard sick bay."

The first one replies, "Who cares? There are marine guards on the door and everyone's either in a coma or asleep. This is as safe as it can be. Let's go eat, and then we'll get the keys on our way back."

The second one isn't sure, "I don't know."

The first one reassures her, "listen, we are only going to be gone for a few minutes. This is just Kamala. It isn't worth anything. Let's just put it on this bed and close the curtain, no one will even know it's here." To entice her she adds, "I think this is when Ensign Trellis gets his meal."

The second one finally relents and Baltar can hear the two talking as they leave. Once they are gone, he whispers to Six, "I'm so glad you woke me up for that. Do make sure that you alert me if they need to urinate later."

Six pulls his head up by his hair, "Gaius, don't you ever put two and two together?"

He grimaces as he sits up and whispers his angry reply, "only when I actually have some need to count to four."

She explains, "Kamala extract is an herbal remedy that some of your people use to treat terminal illnesses."

Baltar whispers, "so I've heard. I am a scientist you know."

Six follows up, "then are you familiar with the side effects?"

He answers, "certainly, nausea, head aches, possible hallucination…" He turns to look at her, "you don't think?"

Six smiles cruelly, "I do. I think our dear President is taking Kamala and the good doctor is holding it for her."

Baltar thinks, "but what can I do about it?"

Six replies while running her hand up his back, "I think you should add the medication that you're hiding under the mattress to the kamala…just to help relieve the poor woman's suffering."

Baltar rises from the bed as quietly as possible and looks past the curtain to observe the guards. Only one guard is in the room and he appears to be trying to see anything going on outside the room. He whispers to Six, "you know they've been keeping their distance since last night."

She replies, "what do you expect, with your moaning by yourself inside the curtain?"

He says defensively, "that was your fault." He moves to the back area of the curtain and reaches over to the next bed and grabs the box laying on it. He pulls it into his own area and lifts the flaps of the box. Inside he finds a large vial of reddish liquid.

Six asks, "isn't Kamala usually taken as a pill?"

Baltar responds, "it can be taken as pills or injection. If someone were in bad shape, they would want the higher concentrations brought right to the blood stream." He quickly removes the stolen pain medication and syringe and moves the entire vial of pain killer into the syringe. He carefully inserts the needle into the bottle of Kamala and places his thumb on the syringe plunger. He hesitates whispering, "I don't know if I can do this."

Six turns on him, "what do you mean, you don't know? You didn't hesitate to shoot Gaeta and he actually seemed to like you."

Baltar tries to reply logically, "that was self defense. I acted rashly to protect myself. This is cold blooded murder."

Six slaps her hand down hard on top of his and the syringe injects the entire amount of pain medication into the kamala extract. Six responds, "you've already crossed the line, Gaius. There's no going back now."

Baltar quickly wipes the vial of Kamala, puts it back into the box and places the box back on the other bed. He nervously scans the sick bay for any witnesses, but finds everything quiet. He falls back on to his bed, closes his eyes and prays. He awakes the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, he opens the curtain and sees that the box on the other bed has gone.

(Present) 15 Days and 7 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

Jolly lays in sick bay only semi-conscious. He can feel someone holding his hand in theirs and somehow instinctively knows it's Slider. It takes all of his will to concentrate and feel her skin, but he can feel it. He knows he's alive, that his brain is working, but nothing else seems to be. He wonders if he's paralyzed from his wounds. He can hear a voice…a voice he recognizes…it's Apollo. He's sure of it.

Apollo asks, "any change?"

He can hear Slider respond, "no, I thought I could feel him gripping my hand just a moment ago, but that might have been just a reflex."

Apollo responds, "well, I'm going to go try and dig up some more answers. Are you going to stay here?"

Slider responds, "yes, I'm staying."

Apollo replies, "I want you to get something to eat though. You need some food and some rest."

Slider replies, "yes sir."

Apollo admonishes her, "I'm serious about this, Frankie."

Jolly thinks, did Apollo just call Slider by her first name? Yuck.

Slider says lightly, "I know. I'll get something later, Lee."

Jolly thinks, did she just call him, Lee? What's going on?

Apollo says lightly, "I can't let my pilots get weak. I might need you."

Jolly hears a muffled sound and he thinks, did Apollo and Slider just kiss? Ewww, this is just too much to take. Jolly can't quite believe it. But suddenly, his mind is overcome by a blinding flash of red that moves from one end of his mind to the other. He tries to banish it, he struggles to think of something else, anything else, but he can't. The light is like a wave and any thought he has is quickly wiped away. He concentrates and struggles. He can feel his muscles tightening, his head moving back and forth. A montage of images hit him. He sees faces, one after another. He can't control it, he can't…and then he hears Slider yelling, "get the doctor over here!" Then relief as his mind plunges into darkness. But it's not complete darkness…he's flying inside a tunnel. A tunnel illuminated only by an eerie red light.

(Flashback) 2 Hours and 30 Minutes After the Escape:

Cylon Base Star

Jolly and Boomer move their raptor through the dark tunnels and into the flight deck area. Jolly struggles to see in every direction, trying to take it all in. He gulps uncontrollably upon seeing the large number of raiders parked on the deck. He looks over at Boomer, "how do you know where you're going?"

She replies, "I've been on one of these before."

He asks, "I thought you couldn't remember anything about being a cylon?"

She looks angry, "when I blew the one orbiting Kobol to hell. That's when I was on one of these before."

Jolly shrugs, "sorry." He says after a moment, "it's dark…I pictured a lot more chrome and stainless steel. Like a really expensive kitchen or something."

Boomer gives him a stern look, "so you figured the toasters just came from a big kitchen, right?" She pauses, then explains, "this ship, it has organic parts. I think in a lot of ways cylons have a more organic connection to each other than humans do."

He looks at her, "is that a fact?"

She replies, "yes, we…they're connected to each other." Jolly just continues to look at her with a raised eyebrow. So she continues, "we operate on the same frequency, if that makes it easier for you to visualize."

Jolly replies, "uh huh…but you don't remember anything about being a cylon?"

She doesn't respond. The raptor touches down amongst a field of raiders and transport ships.

They sit there in silence for a moment, finally Jolly turns, "so…do we wait for them to come to us or do we go snooping around?"

Boomer shrugs, "I guess we should at least leave the ship. We did choose to come here."

Jolly moves to put his helmet on, but Boomer stops him, "you won't need that. There's plenty of oxygen."

Jolly replies, "let me guess, when you dropped the nuke, you left the ship to look up some old friends."

She replies, "no, the bomb release mechanism wouldn't work, so I had to do it by hand."

Boomer opens the hatch, while Jolly picks up one of the assault rifles. Boomer looks at him, "what do you think you are going to do with that? You are just going to provoke them."

Jolly puts down the weapon, "I provoke them…I offend them. Apparently, the cylons are nothing but an entire race of Starbucks."

Boomer decides to ignore the comment and begins investigating the membranes covering the wall area. He comes over to see what she is doing, "did you find something?"

She replies, "no…I'm just looking for a door."

He makes a disgusted face at the membranes, "if this thing sneezes, I suppose we're history."

They both hear a sound off in the darkness and turn to see three glowing red lights in the distance coming closer. Finding no cover and not enough time to get back into the ship, Jolly draws his pistol with his right hand and pushes Boomer behind him with his left.

Boomer protests, but they both stop as three cylon centurions emerge from the gloom. Jolly aims and fires, as Boomer yells, "NO!" and knocks his arm. Of the three cylons, the one on the furthest left is painted a bright and shiny gold color.

In spite of Boomer's interference, Jolly's round hits the gold centurion and ricochets off his chest. The two other centurions' hands almost instantly disappear to be replaced by menacing looking gun barrels. Jolly looks to fire again, but Boomer moves in front of him, so that neither Jolly nor the cylons can fire at the other without hitting her.

Jolly hesitates, but Boomer explains, "we chose to come here. Remember?" And she takes advantage of his indecision and reaches out slowly to take the pistol from him. She looks into his eyes, "it'll be ok. No matter what, you can trust me. Always remember that."

Jolly reluctantly nods and lets her have the gun. She smiles at him, and then with a blindingly fast move, hits him hard in the head with the butt of the gun. Jolly falls to the ground like a rock.

The two chrome centurion's gun barrels are removed to be replaced by hands. The gold centurion walks up to Boomer, "by your command."

(Present) 15 Days and 9 Hours After the Escape:

Colonial One

Advisor to the President, Billy Keikeya collects several folders from the President's office. He is hurried and appears a little nervous. He turns in surprise as President Baltar walks from the President's quarters, apparently wearing only a robe. Baltar is watching him with some amusement, "hello Billy."

Billy smiles hesitantly back, "hello Mr. President. I've come for some paperwork I need for a meeting. And I'm running late."

Baltar asks coyly, "really? Sounds like very important stuff, indeed. What do you need? Perhaps I could be of some assistance?"

Billy tries to reply coolly, "it's really nothing you would be interested in." Billy decides to bluff, "but if you are interested you could come to the meeting with me. It's a re-distribution of flour meeting."

Baltar replies suddenly very disinterested, "the re-distribution of flour? I believe I'll just leave that in your very capable hands, thank you."

Billy replies, "I assumed that is how you would feel, so I'm just taking care of the details."

Baltar replies, "that's very thoughtful of you."

Billy responds trying to make a joke, "that's what you pay me for."

Six replies coming into the room in revealing lingerie, "he's not trustworthy Gaius. He'll always be Roslin's man."

Baltar responds to both, "nonsense. You aren't getting paid. You do your job well because you are dedicated and a patriot. And as such you always unflinchingly do your duty."

Billy nods, "well yes, I'd like to think so."

Six says to Baltar, "ask him where his meeting is?"

So Baltar does, "so where is this re-distributing meeting taking place, perhaps I will drop in."

Billy hesitates a moment, then continues the lie, "it's on board the Agamemnon. They have the largest storage of flour in the fleet. Besides the Galactica of course."

Baltar responds, "of course."

Six whispers in Baltar's ear, "he's lying. He's going to Galactica. You do know who his girlfriend is?"

Just then there is a knock outside the entryway. Baltar calls out, "you may enter."

A tall woman with dark hair enters the room dressed in a brown uniform that Billy has never seen before. Baltar smiles at her, "come in, Colonel. Please come in. I'd like you to meet Billy Keikeya. He was one of President Roslin's most trusted advisors and now he's one of mine." He turns, "Billy, I'd like you to meet Colonel Hadrian. The very first officer in the newly formed Colonial Militia."

Billy shakes her hand, "I believe we've met. But you were Sergeant Hadrian, the Galactica's Weapon's Master."

The woman smiles, "Commander Adama and I decided that it would be best to discontinue my position."

Baltar adds, "so William's loss is our gain."

Billy looks confused, "I didn't know we were creating a militia."

Baltar explains, "well, it's been a very recent development. It started with the inspiration that we, in the fleet, needed to pick up the slack. So when I decided to create our own security force, I realized we needed to expand the idea. To pull our share of the weight. I'll be making a formal announcement later today."

Billy asks, "do you really think it's a good idea to have two military organizations in the fleet? Have you discussed this with Commander Adama?"

Baltar replies, "I think it only makes sense. I'm sure that William will be thrilled, since it is to assist him and take some of the load off of his shoulders that I'm doing it." Baltar continues, "not that he could stop me. You see Billy, there are many people in the fleet that have nothing to do. Their careers, homes and families are all gone. This will give them a chance to feel apart of something again. It's all perfectly legal, I've done some checking." He pulls a book from the desk and reads a passage from it, "In times of crisis the President may form security forces or militia, constituted of men and women of colonial citizenship." He hesitates, "war or crisis. Sounds like we have all the bases covered, does it not?" Baltar gives Billy a discerning look, "I believe you had a meeting to attend."

And Billy goes to leave, but Baltar says as he reaches the doorway, "tell William that I won't be pushed around as easily as Laura." And Billy rushes to his shuttle going to the Galactica.

(Present) 15 Days and 11 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Pilot's Briefing Room

Apollo is alone in the pilot's ready room reviewing different materials regarding the day of the escape. He hears someone come in and approach him, and he says without looking up, "forget it Kara. You'll find out when everyone else does."

Commander Adama asks, "what will Kara find out?"

Apollo looks up surprised, as Adama sits next to him. Apollo explains, "She saw the disk taken from Jolly, she'll be snooping around trying to find out what's on it."

Adama nods, "well, if she does, make sure she let's us know what the hell's going on. She'll be tough to live with until we do something about Jolly."

Apollo replies, "you think it's tough? Try being her CAG."

Adama smiles, "I know she's hard to handle sometimes, but overall, we're lucky to have her."

Apollo nods, "she's a great pilot."

Adama corrects him, "I wasn't just talking about her flying."

There's an awkward silence, finally Adama says, "I just talked to Billy, he has some distressing news regarding Colonial One. It appears that our Acting President is intending to act upon a hundred year old law to create a Colonial Militia."

Apollo asks, "a militia? What does he plan on doing with a militia?"

Adama shrugs, "he thinks he can negotiate if he has muscle."

Apollo asks, "negotiate what?"

Adama replies, "well, that will all probably depend on what you can find."

Apollo smiles, "that depends on whether there any more surprises that I should know about?"

(Flashback) 10 Hours After the Escape:

Commander Adama's Quarters

Apollo, wearing fatigues and a sidearm, storms in to find Adama and Tigh going over some reports at the table. Apollo charges Colonel Tigh, "why the frak did you change the CAP schedule?"

Tigh shakes his head, looks at Adama and replies, "Captain, I certainly don't know what you are talking about."

Apollo throws some paperwork on the table, "that's the schedule I created just days ago. I intentionally mixed each CAP to have a combination of new and old pilots to help integrate the squadron. I thought that Jolly and Boomer just happening to escape while three of Jolly's most loyal pilots were on CAP was some weird mix up or that they traded to be on CAP with each other."

Adama cuts him off, "where are you going with this?"

Apollo continues, "I asked the pilots, they didn't trade and a new schedule somehow mysteriously showed up just hours before the escape. So I asked the flight crew and Cally says that she saw you making changes to the board."

Tigh explains, "I'm around that board all the time. The cylon agent that helped them escape must have created a new schedule."

Apollo draws the pistol and points it at Tigh, "yeah, I guess the cylon agent must have done it. Colonel, you're under arrest."

Tigh looks at Adama, who raises his hand, "put the gun down, Lee."

Apollo continues, "I did some digging and just happened to find your order to have the raptor ready for reconnaissance at exactly the time of the escape. And then I did some more digging, and the CIC log indicates that you had the watch, but were not at CIC during the escape. So Colonel, where exactly were you just before and during the escape?"

Tigh looks at the pistol angrily, "that's twice you've pointed that thing at me…and Captain, pretty soon I'm going to start taking it personal."

Adama steps between the two, "Lee, put the gun down. There is an explanation for everything."

Apollo is clearly confused, but holsters the weapon, never taking his eyes off Tigh. Adama explains, "Tigh did all of those things…and more, only upon my orders. We were responsible for Jolly and Boomer's escape."

Apollo shakes his head, "wh…why would you allow…help two cylons get away?"

Adama tries to clarify, "we thought that perhaps if Jolly escaped he could use the cylon known as Boomer to infiltrate the cylons and get some intelligence on these human look alike agents."

Apollo can't believe it, "so you think Jolly is human?"

Adama nods, Tigh just shrugs. Apollo asks, "and Jolly agreed to this…suicide mission?"

Adama nods, "yes, he didn't see many options."

Apollo asks, "so why did you have me do this ridiculous investigation if you already know what happened?"

Adama explains, "we know how Jolly and Boomer escaped. We don't know what happened in the lab. That's what I charged you with getting to the bottom of."

Apollo asks, "and how many people know about this? And why wasn't I told?"

Tigh replies, "it wasn't your decision, Captain. And the only ones who know are those in this room, President Roslin and Jolly, of course."

Apollo replies, "I am the CAG and Jolly was one of my pilots. I should have been informed."

Adama responds, "that may be true, but we had to move quickly. What else have you found regarding the lab?"

Apollo nods, "well, I've found some strange evidence in the lab that now baffles me."

Adama asks, "what's that?"

Apollo explains, "when someone smashed the lab, they also destroyed most of the blood samples that had been collected. Between the blood and the broken glass spread everywhere, I tried to recreate the events that took place by the footprints." He continues after a moment, "now, I'm not a forensic expert and the marines trampled a portion of the area, but it appears that Jolly got there after the lab was attacked." Gesturing at Tigh, "I had thought that the cylon agent that helped them escape must have beat Jolly to the lab, but if there was no cylon…"

Tigh finishes, "then who destroyed the lab?"

Adama says to Apollo, "I want you to turn up the heat on our Vice President, he's not telling us something and we need to know what it is."

Petty officer Dualla comes marching quickly in. Adama asks, "what is it, D?"

She replies, "it's President Roslin. She just collapsed in sick bay. Apparently, she's unconscious and not responding to attempts to revive her."

(Present) 15 Days and 14 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Computer Lab

Working on a computer, Petty Officer Dualla teases Billy as he enters with two trays of food, "it's about time. Did you take a shuttle to the buffet on Cloud Nine?"

Billy smiles looking at the food as he places the trays down, "well, if it helps get this stuff down, then yes, let's pretend I got it from a cruise ship."

She smiles, "this isn't so bad. I've seen worse, the food workers must like you."

He replies, "I'd hate to see what people they don't like get served." He looks over the computer that she is working on and asks, "where are we so far?"

She shakes her head in frustration, "this thing is crazy. I've managed to load the data onto this computer, but it's either encrypted with something I've never seen or heard of, or it's just full of gibberish. I've seen cylon codes before, but nothing like this. Our computers barely register it."

Billy looks at the screen and sees a group of red wavy lines consisting of small nearly unidentifiable symbols, all intersecting and moving about the screen. Dualla tries to enter a couple of different things and then quits in frustration. "this just doesn't make sense."

Billy agrees, "if only Lieutenant Gaeta were here. He was always so good at figuring out these puzzles." He stops when he sees the hurt look on her face, "sorry."

She gets mad, "it's the fraking cylons! I hate them…"

He stops her, "that's it."

She asks, "what's it?"

He explains, "if this is cylon encrypting, what we need is a cylon."

She replies, "trust me, if Jolly were conscious, I'd have him chained to this computer with a gun to his head."

He smiles, "however, if I'm not mistaken, even without Jolly, I believe we still have one cylon on board the Galactica to spare."

(Present) 15 Days, 14 Hours and 20 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Outside of Captain Adama's Quarters

Slider and Apollo are standing just outside of his quarters. She says to him, "thanks for making me take a break."

He smiles back, "well, I have to admit that it was a selfish order. Since I get to see you." He gestures to his room, "Lieutenant Warrant would you like to come into the CAG's office for a debriefing."

He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls back. She tries to smile, but replies, "I…uh…better go check on Jordan." As she walks away she turns, "I'm really sorry. Maybe later, ok?" And she hurries off. Apollo turns and sees Starbuck standing there.

She laughs at him, "ouch! That must hurt. It sure looked like it hurt from where I was standing."

Apollo tries to smile it off, "she's just worried about Jordan."

Starbuck says bitterly, "so he's Jordan again. Not the cylon agent or the traitor that escaped or the fraker that shot Gaeta, but our old buddy Jordan. I guess I underestimated Slider's persuasive abilities. That cylon lover is really playing you."

Apollo says with menace, "she's not playing me. The only one playing anybody around here better be you on Doctor Cylon."

Starbuck breaks into a smile, "down boy. I was just testing you." Trying to change the subject, "I was just on my way to take the new pilot's money playing cards, did you want to come or are you all set on playing with yourself tonight?"

Apollo looks down the hallway Slider just left through and says, "yeah, let's play."

(Flashback) 1 Day After the Escape:

Captain Adama's Quarters

It's small, but he's the only pilot with his own room. They are laughing and talking while sitting on his rack. He says, "I had a little…just a little mind you, too much to drink. I passed out and Starbuck and Jolly tied me to my rack and placed me in the officer's mess. I was still there when Admiral Realen was dishing up his breakfast."

They both laugh and then there is an awkward pause, Apollo says, "I guess you don't really want to hear Starbuck and Jolly stories all night." She just kind of nods and then they both lean in and kiss. Slider places her hands on his face and Apollo wraps his hands around her waist.

They kiss for several seconds and then break. They smile briefly, but then Slider gets up and begins to walk out. Apollo confused asks, "did I do something wrong?"

She replies reluctantly, "no."

He asks, "then why are you leaving?"

She sighs, "look Lee. I know there's this weird vibe between you and Starbuck. All of your stories feature her prominently. But I would go ahead and let that go, except…"

He follows, "except what?"

She replies after a moments thought, "this may sound cocky, but I need the person I'm with to really want me. To really need me…to burn to be with me. That kiss was nice, but it was like there was something else going on in the back of your mind. Kissing me was in your thoughts somewhere above updating the CAP schedule and below figuring out the strange whining noise your Mark VII makes when using the vertical thrusters. I have this strange thing for needing the person I'm kissing to be thinking of me and only me."

He thinks for a moment, "you noticed the noise too?"

She pauses, "Lee, I think you just can't let go of yourself enough to satisfy me."

He replies, "I'm not sure what to say."

She nods, "that's what I figured."

As she moves towards the door, Apollo quickly closes the distance between them and turns her. He says taking her in his arms, "I'd like to request another approach at the landing."

She looks up at him and after a moment smiles slightly but cautiously, "request, granted."

He kisses her hard and passionately and she responds by reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. They press together as if attempting to compress every possible centimeter of their bodies together. Apollo quickly maneuvers her onto his rack and they continue to kiss while Slider rips Apollo's shirt off. She says breathlessly as he caresses her neck, "now…that…was a perfect landing."

They begin undressing each other between groping, when the door suddenly is thrown open. Starbuck enters wearing flight deck overalls, covered in oil and laughing to herself, "Lee, you are never going to believe what I found while cleaning out the flight deck's oil tank…." She stops dead in her tracks upon seeing Apollo half naked on top of Slider. Who both look up at her in surprise.

He says angrily while rolling off Slider, "did it ever occur to you to knock before entering the quarters of a superior officer?"

Starbuck crosses her arms still looking shocked, but she manages to reply, "well, I guess it all depends on your definition of superior."

Slider covers herself with the rack's blanket as Starbuck says sounding both angry and sad, "sorry, I'll remember my place from now on." And she turns and leaves quickly.

Slider looks up at Apollo, "I guess you had better go after he…" Apollo cuts her off with a long kiss.

As they break he says, "Starbuck can take care of herself." And they smile at each other and fall back onto the rack kissing.

(Present) 15 Days, 14 Hours and 45 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

Slider sits at what has become her station, beside Jolly's bed holding his hand in hers. She talks to him about the squadron and what's going on in the fleet. She turns alarmed when she hears a loud confrontation occurring just outside of sickbay.

She recognizes the voice of Rebel, one of the pilots from the Nebula Chaser, he says angrily, "the way I see it is that I'm an officer and you aren't. So you are going to shut up and let us pass."

One of the two marine guards stationed outside the door replies, "I'm sorry sir. But my orders are clear, that only one visitor is allowed at a time and absolutely no one armed is permitted into the sick bay. Those orders come straight from Colonel Tigh."

Slider comes out and asks Rebel, who is accompanied by five other pilots, "what's going on?"

He replies, "this meathead won't let us in to see Jolly." There are several angry murmurings from the group.

The marine says, "I tried to explain that my orders are cl…"

Slider interrupts him, "yeah, your orders are clear, I got that part." She turns to Rebel, "why don't you stow your sidearms?"

Rebel replies, "we're not here socially. We're here to make sure that there aren't any accidents involving air locks."

Slider explains, "that's why he has marine guards posted."

One of the new ECOs, Vandal calls out, "they're here to protect everyone but Jolly. He deserves a chance to tell his story, then a decision regarding his fate can be made."

Slider replies, "look, nothing is going to happen to Jolly. Anyone that wants to do something is going to have to go through these two marines and me."

A couple of the pilots smile and look ready to turn, but Rebel says, "I guess I forgot that you're the CAG's woman now. So I guess that makes you queen bee."

Even though she's a good few inches shorter, Slider steps right up to him, "you're lucky that I know you're stupid and don't mean half the crap that comes out of your mouth or my foot would already be up to it's shins in your ass. If you ever say anything like that to me again, you'll get all the time in sick bay you can handle. Get me?"

Rebel replies, "yeah, I get you. But there are two squadrons on this ship and pretty soon you are going to have to decide which one you're on."

The pilots turn and leave as Slider heads back to Jolly's side. She takes his hand and she hears him croak in a weak whisper, "I forgot how cute you look when you're all fired up."

Slider smiles broadly and begins to cry, "so you live. About time you stopped being so frakin lazy."

He tries to sit up, but can't quite manage more than repositioning himself because his hands are cuffed to the bed rails. He grimaces in pain, "I'm surprised they didn't just throw my body out of an airlock."

She laughs, "apparently, your head won't fit through any of them. So we decided to wait until we could make other arrangements."

He smiles weakly, "my head is killing me. It's only hurt this badly once before…but I can't really remember when that was."

Slider tells him that she is going to find the doctor. As she leaves, Jolly looks over and notices on the wall there is a sign that reads in large red letters, 'IF YOU SEE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE, CONTACT SECURITY IMMEDIATELY! DO NOT APPROACH!' Underneath the sign are pictures of all of the known cylon agents. There are two men that Jolly vaguely remembers, a blonde woman that he will never forget, Boomer and himself. He mutters looking at his own likeness, "the least Lee could have done is made them use a decent picture." He then finds himself studying Boomer's face…

(Flashback) 1 Day and 1 Hour After the Escape:

Cylon Base Star

The first thing Jolly notices upon waking is how much his head hurts. The throbbing is nearly unbearable. He has trouble opening his eyes as the brightness of the all white room is nearly blinding. He struggles to adjust his eyes and realizes that his head is resting upon an all white table and his hands are chained to a chair. He lifts his head and sees that the room has no apparent doors or windows, with no furnishings other than his chair and table.

He doesn't have much time to get his bearings before a section of wall moves forward revealing a door. Boomer enters, still wearing her flight suit. She has Jolly's sidearm and looks nervous. Jolly says, "well, look who it is…"

Boomer cuts him off while coming to him and unlocking his chains, "be quiet. You want every cylon on this deck to hear you."

He replies whispering while rubbing his sore wrists, "what in name of the Gods are you doing?"

She smiles, "what does it look like? I'm springing you…apparently it's my new hobby."

He asks, "and where do you think we are going to go? Back to the Galactica? Maybe you haven't noticed, but we don't have a lot of fans. And since the last thing I remember is you clocking me with my own gun." He says while softly touching the wound at his forehead, "I'm not really a fan of yours right now."

She replies quickly, "come on. We need to go. If I hadn't done something to you, they would have questioned my loyalty. Would you have preferred it if I had snapped your neck?" Jolly stands in silence, so she follows up, "well?"

He replies angrily, "I'm thinking."

She says, "we need to get out of here. The model that runs this ship hates us."

Jolly asks beginning to follow her out, "hates us?"

She clarifies, "my model. She doesn't think we're reliable. She questions my loyalty."

Jolly replies, "not that I'm complaining, but it seems she may have a point. I'll need my gun."

Boomer hesitates for a moment, then hands him his pistol, while drawing her own. As they reach the open doorway, Jolly pushes her against the wall and places the muzzle of his gun against her forehead. She asks terrified, "what are you doing? Jordan, it's me…Sharon…I'm trying to help you."

Jolly just says in a menacing voice, "drop the weapon." When she hesitates, he says louder, "now!"

Her sidearm falls to the floor. She tries to explain, "I'm sorry…I told you…I had to hit you or they would have killed both of us. We can get to another base star…maybe, one that is run by my model. They'll help us."

Jolly asks, "help us do what?"

She says while getting upset, "start over…somewhere. We can be together." Jolly doesn't reply, so she says earnestly, "Jordan, I love you."

Jolly studies her face, "the scar is wrong."

She reaches out her hand to touch him, "what are you talking about?"

He replies coldly, "the scar on Boomer's cheek…the wound from cleaning her gun…it had a bit of a hook at the end. Very subtle, but you don't have it. And you don't love me…you've never even met me."

Suddenly the look of terror on Boomer's face is replaced by anger and she lunges for him. Jolly fires the gun and Boomer flies backwards against the wall and then falls to the ground as a crimson trail of blood from the back of her head trails down the formerly all white wall.

Jolly says while he grabs her pistol from the ground, "only my friends call me Jordan and you were no friend of mine."

He turns to see three cylon centurions standing over him. The two steel finished ones have their barrels pointed at him, while a third painted gold stands aside. The one in gold still has the dent in his chest area from Jolly's earlier round. Jolly drops both guns and puts his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

The silence is broken by the sound of one person clapping in the darkness outside of the room. He hears a woman's voice, "well done, Lieutenant Nevlin. Very well done, indeed." Jolly watches one of the most beautiful blonde women he has ever seen appear from out of the darkness to approach him. She smiles, "Lieutenant Nevlin, welcome to my home."

(Present) 15 Days, 14 Hours and 50 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Pilot's Rec Room

Apollo and Starbuck enter to find a large group of pilots and ship's officers gathered around. Apollo asks Starbuck, "what's going on?"

She shrugs but moves closer. They see that a large congregation has collected to see the Acting President come to play cards, however it doesn't appear that much card playing is going on. Standing beside the group are several large men dressed like marines, but their uniforms are brown. Members of the press corps surround the group filming it all.

Upon seeing them approach, Baltar waves at them to come over, "Captain Apollo, Lieutenant Thrace…perfect timing as per usual. Please come join us."

Members of the press move in to film closer as the two greet Baltar, who smiles at the cameras, "just spending some quality time with the men and women that have saved the fleet so many, many times."

Baltar shakes Apollo's hand vigorously and then takes Starbuck's hand and kisses her on the cheek. There is some "oh"ing mostly coming from the press members present. Apollo asks, "Mr. President, what can we do for you?"

Baltar beams at him, so that the cameras will catch it, "Captain, we ask so much of you and your valiant crew, but today, I have come here to do something for you." Baltar gestures around the room, "for all of you."

Apollo smiles dubiously, "what would that be, Mr. President?"

Baltar replies while taking one of the microphones, "What better place than among the Galactica's crew to announce the official creation of the Colonial Militia." Baltar pauses for it to sink in, then continues, "the time has come for the men and women of the fleet to pitch in and do their share." He continues as the cameras roll and the press jockey for microphone position, "how many hats have we expected the crew of the Galactica to wear. Soldier, policeman, bodyguards…the list just goes on and on. With the creation of the new Colonial Militia, the Galactica can concentrate on doing what she does best. Protecting the fleet and destroying cylons, while the militia will take on the lighter duties of security within the fleet."

Baltar continues to talk about the many benefits the militia will bring, as the crowd of crew continues to grow. Apollo tries to duck away, but reporters keep taking pictures and asking how excited is he regarding the news.

Starbuck shakes her head and across the crowded room catches the eye of Baltar. He winks at her. She gives him a crooked humorless smile, and then turns and walks away ignoring questions from reporters. Starbuck has learned not to trust her perfect timing or that wink.

(Flashback) 1 Day and 2 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Pilot's Locker Room

Starbuck stomps into the pilot's locker room. She's glad to find herself alone and starts to rip off her oil covered clothing. She stops, seeing her face in her locker mirror. She studies it for a moment, but then anger and frustration take over as she grabs the mirror and throws it inside. She manages to get completely undressed except her the towel wrapped around her.

Suddenly she hears someone enter and immediately go, "oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize you were changing."

Starbuck looks to see Dr. Baltar standing there just inside the doorway. Starbuck smiles sarcastically, "yeah…changing clothes in a locker room, you'd have to be some sort of genius to see that coming." She waits for him to say something, but he just gawks at her, so she says, "so doc, what are you doing outside of sickbay?"

He replies, "President Roslin has come down with something terrible. She's comatose, they don't know if she will pull out of it. Apparently, observing me isn't a high priority for the moment."

Starbuck nods, "that's terrible. I'm sorry to hear it. But what do you want?"

Baltar says essentially to himself, "you…I mean, I was hoping to talk to you."

Starbuck just waits for him to talk so he begins to ramble nervously, "I think…I mean feel…it's not like I've spent lots of my time thinking about it, you understand…but I feel that perhaps we both got off to an awkward beginning…to our…relation…friendship. And I was thinking that perhaps if you…"

Starbuck cuts him off, "listen doc. You're a bit twitchy, but I like you. I'm probably doing this for all the wrong reasons, but in just a moment I'm going to be completely naked in that shower stall, and I wouldn't say no to some company."

She walks across the locker room and enters the shower saying, "just in case your interested…in starting over." Once in side, she reaches out and drops the towel to the ground.

Baltar begins undressing and heading towards the shower stall as he can hear that Starbuck has started the water running. Six standing between him and the shower says, "why are you incapable of learning? There's too many things happening. This is your moment, and mark my words, she will ruin you."

Baltar smiles while he finishes undressing and heading into the shower, "on the contrary, I don't see how things could be coming together any better."

(Present) 15 Days, 14 Hours and 50 Minutes After the Escape:

Galactica Pilot's Rec Room

Starbuck marches away from Baltar's media circus and towards the locker room. She thinks, so much for cards tonight. In her decision to make a hasty exit, she didn't see what happened to Lee. Someone calls out behind her. Thinking it's Apollo, she smiles while yelling back, "looks like you're back to playing with yourself tonight."

Baltar running to catch her replies, "that is a shame. I was so hoping for some company this evening."

Starbuck is surprised that it's him and replies, "hey doc. I thought you were Apollo."

Baltar replies in a sad tone, "well much to my sorrow, I am not."

Starbuck explains, "listen Gaius, Lee is my friend, my CAG and…well, he's a big part of my life. And if you want to spend time with me, you are just going to have to deal with that."

Baltar nods, "yes, I understand that sometimes we have to accept another person's baggage. We've discussed it." He smiles, "but to be fair, I'll agree to anything when I'm in that particular position."

She replies, "a pilot's gotta stay limber, doc."

He leans into her, "now what I was hoping you will agree to…is spending a little time with your Acting President. There is an election coming up and I promise to do whatever it takes to get your vote."

Starbuck smiles pulling away slightly, "so aren't you nervous?"

Baltar smiles acting naive, "nervous? Whatever about?"

Starbuck shrugs, "well, there's a lot going on. Finding Jolly, President Roslin's coma…a new militia. Someone finds out that the Acting President is attending to personal matters, instead of minding the store…well, he might not be acting for much longer."

Baltar smiles, "trust me, when I say that all is well in hand."

Starbuck replies suddenly looking serious, "I don't know how you can keep so in control with Jolly on board. After what he did to you…and Gaeta, I'd be screaming for his circuits to be ripped out."

Baltar's smile fades, "well yes, of course justice must be done. But I have complete confidence in Commander Adama…and of course Captain Adama's investigation."

It's Starbuck's turn to lose her smile, "Gaius, Lee is only looking for potential cylon agents that my have helped execute the escape. It's nothing personal, Lee just comes across…" She laughs, "no, I suppose he is a pain in the ass."

Baltar shrugs, "Kara, what I really want is to ask if you will agree to be my escort to a small little dinner party tomorrow night."

She asks, "dinner?" She thinks for a moment, "so where does the Acting President go for a good meal these days? Do you think we can get a reservation?"

He smiles, "I'm having a get together on Colonial One, and I'd like you to be there."

She replies with a mock bow, "I would be honored, Mr. President." Starbuck watches him leave and inwardly breathes a sight of relief and wonders how she gets into these situations.

(Flashback) 1 Day and 5 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Flight Deck

Apollo catches up to Starbuck on the flight deck on the way to her viper. He yells out, "Kara!"

Finally, she stops, turns and comes to attention, "SIR! What can this officer do for you, sir!"

Apollo waves off her salute, "knock it off, Kara. I need to talk to you."

She continues to stand at attention, "this officer has not been given permission to be at ease, sir!"

Apollo pauses for a moment in frustration, then says, "at ease, Lieutenant."

She relaxes, "thank you, sir."

Apollo gets irritated and pulls her aside so no one can hear them, "listen Kara. I need your help with something important."

She pulls away from him, "hey Captain…I wouldn't want your new girlfriend to see us, she might be the jealous type."

Apollo grabs her by the arms, "Kara, I need your help, this is serious."

Finally getting through to her, she says, "ok, ok. What's up?"

Apollo asks, "how are you getting along with Doctor Baltar these days?"

Starbuck expresses a look of guilt and fear and she replies reluctantly, "uh…fine, I guess. Why do you want to know?"

Apollo smiles, "because I want you to go out with him."

(Present) 15 Days and 16 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

The marine guards and Slider come to attention as Commander Adama enters the sick bay leaning heavily on his cane. He addresses Slider, "Lieutenant Warrant, would you excuse us?"

Slider salutes, gives Jolly one last sympathetic look and then leaves the sick bay. Adama takes her seat. Jolly looks over at him, "I'd salute too, but my handcuffs won't seem to let me move my arms that far."

Adama smiles at him, "I'll settle for all the intelligence you were able to collect and what ever code we need to get into the data you gave Lee."

Jolly looks confused, "I have to admit sir, it's all a crazy collage of images in my head, I can't remember details…I concentrate, but can only seem to capture details of individual moments…it's like I can't focus. I don't know about any code for the data either. Boomer secured that."

Adama responds, "that's unfortunate. Major Cottle says that your body has wounds consistent with torture, and your mind may have blocked certain memories to help you get past the pain. But we need everything you can give us, so I'm going to ask that you try to recount everything that happened. Unfortunately, your life depends on it."

Jolly struggles to smile, "well as long as there's no pressure."

(Flashback) 1 Day and 2 Hours After the Escape:

On Board the Cylon Base Star

The two centurions chain Jolly back to the chair behind the table while the blonde woman and gold centurion look on. The two chrome cylons leave dragging the body of the unit of Boomer Jolly shot. Jolly asks the blonde, "who are you? Where is the real Boomer?"

She smiles, "which 'real' Boomer do you mean? We have so many." Jolly doesn't reply, so she adds, "but I'm sure you mean the unit of Sharon that returned from the Galactica with you." She walks towards him, "she is currently being debriefed…and reprogrammed."

Jolly asks while looking down, "reprogrammed?"

The blonde replies, "yes, reprogrammed. She needs to be reminded who's side she's on. With her model it's become an unfortunate and far too common necessity. I can assure you it is a very unpleasant experience. They just don't seem to have the faith to do their jobs."

She strokes the wound on the side of his head that he received from Boomer, "but you don't need to be reminded who you fight for do you?" She smiles, "so did Commander Adama think we would welcome you with open arms? Perhaps make you an officer? Or maybe he thought we would give you access to a top secret weapon we plan to use against his insignificant little fleet?"

Jolly finally meets her eyes, "I came because I didn't have any options. I…"

She cuts him off, "yes of course, the ever trustworthy cylon detector declared you to be a cylon agent. They missed the mark by a few seats on that one."

Jolly says angrily, "you appear to have all the answers already, so why don't you tell me what's going on."

She leans into him, "all in good time, Jordan. All in good time." She begins moving her hands along his face, "this doesn't have to be an unpleasant experience. You might even like me if you just opened your mind…just a little."

Jolly remains silent, so she continues, "so tell me, Jordan, what kind of woman interests you? What kind of woman is your type?"

Jolly remains silent as she moves her finger across his lips, "on those long patrols, who fires your fantasies? Maybe Starbuck? She and you have so much in common." Seeing the disapproving look on his face, she says almost touching his cheek with her lips, "or perhaps the little brunette called Slider." She pauses, trying to measure his reaction. She continues, "Boomer? Don't tell me she got under your skin in so little time. I bet if you give me a chance I can make you forget all about Boomer and everyone else for that matter." She moves in and kisses him passionately. As they finish she smiles and in a quick motion Jolly thrusts forward and head butts her.

She falls backwards and looks up surprised. Jolly looking down at her says, "I said only my friends call me Jordan."

The gold centurion quickly closes the distance and grips his hand around Jolly's throat and begins to slowly squeeze. The woman holds up her hand, "wait!"

The centurion releases Jolly, who begins choking and gasping for air. The centurion backs away to stand in the corner. Six approaches Jolly, while a trickle of blood flows from her nose and the corner of her lip. She sensuously moves her fingers from her bloody lip to his, spreading the blood over his mouth. She then traces a line from his lips, down his neck, past his shoulders and to his left arm. She says menacingly, "perhaps you need a little reprogramming yourself. Remember, you had a chance to make this a pleasant experience." And with that, she stabs her finger into the bullet wound he suffered during the escape. Jolly grimaces and cries out in pain. She removes her finger, sucks his blood from it and turns, "you should thank me, I'm going to bring God into your life…Jordan."

As she walks away, he calls out, "I'm in chains. Why not take your pet with you?"

She smiles standing next to the gold centurion, "typical fool, you mistake silence for ignorance. My friend is as smart as either of us." She moves over and slides her hand down it's shiny chest, and coming to the dent made by Jolly's gun, she says "my friend wants to be close to you."

Jolly smiles sarcastically, "couldn't we just be pen pals?"

She replies, "you don't understand do you? This…before you, was the sign that showed us that it was God's will that we replace you."

Jolly laughs, "you paint a toaster yellow and think that it's a sign from a God? I suppose if it had come in blue, you'd be trying to walk on water?"

She gives Jolly a look of contempt, "this…toaster. Has an organic brain, far superior to yours."

Jolly replies, "that wouldn't be a huge accomplishment."

She slides her hand across the metal plate on it's head, "this was one of the first genetic creations that became the staple for what we now are. In fact, I'm surprised you don't recognize your old friend. Since one of the people closest to you is a model with a brain identical to the one that stands before you now."

Jolly is left to think about that as she leaves and the door closes behind her, leaving him and the gold centurion alone in the room. The lights go out and almost instantly each of the four walls begin showing images of destruction.

From every angle, Jolly is forced to watch the cylon elimination of the human race. There is no escape from the scenes of death and carnage. Nuclear explosions destroy entire cities. Men, women and children die from radiation poisoning. He is sure that one scene is actually of the Galactica's response force being blown up by cylon raiders. He can hear the pleading cries for help from colonial ships just before being destroyed by the cylons.

Jolly closes his eyes trying to block out the images, but somehow they continue even with his eyes closed. They become worse with his eyes closed. It's as if he's there, in the scene that is unfolding, but from the point of view of a cylon. This goes on and on. He begins to notice that some scenes are repeating themselves, the scenes that relate to him personally. His hometown, ships he's served on, ships his friends were stationed on all continue to be obliterated before his eyes over and over again. Even when he drifts to sleep, his dreams are made of death and suffering.

Eventually, Jolly doesn't know how long he's been forced to watch. Hours or days. Finally he begins to break down. He moves from crying to frustration to rage and back again. All the while, the gold centurion stands in the corner motionless.

Jolly begins to struggle against his chains, desperate to reach the cylon. To hurt…to kill…to make someone pay. Jolly screams in agony, fights to leave his seat, but the cylon remains motionless except for the flash of red moving right to left, then left to right. Finally Jolly collapses back into the chair and the images continue.

(Present) 15 Days and 17 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Sick Bay

Jolly tries to wipe away the tears, but can't because his hands are cuffed to the bed rails. He says to Commander Adama, "I'm sorry sir, that's the last I can seem to remember." After a few moments, Jolly says, "it's funny…the academy puts you through all the drill and grill about being captured. So I knew I'd break sooner or later…everyone does, but a part of me really thought I could take it. But I broke…I think a part of me will always be broken."

Adama nods, "just remember, your being here…functioning and continuing the fight is a victory the cylons can never take from you. Keep trying to remember. Dualla and one of the presidential advisors is working on the disk. I'd like for you to help them. Maybe it will help you remember."

Jolly replies, "yes sir. I'll do anything you ask."

Adama says, "I'm counting on that. I'm going to have Starbuck help supervise your rehabilitation and maybe she can help you get your memory back."

Jolly appears a little alarmed, "Starbuck? I understand that she can't wait to get me out an airlock."

Adama responds, "exactly. You haven't been cleared of being a cylon agent…not yet anyway. So I need someone skeptical of your story to help me decide if what you say is true." He gets up and adds, "if you can convince Starbuck, you can convince anyone."

(Present) 15 Days and 18 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica Commander Adama's Quarters

Apollo walks in to find Colonel Tigh at the table reviewing some paperwork. Apollo asks, "where's the Commander?"

Tigh replies, "debriefing Jolly in sick bay."

Apollo nods turning to leave, "that was my next stop anyway."

Tigh stops him, "Captain, may I speak with you a moment?"

Apollo responds coming back, "yes sir."

Tigh looks as if he has truly painful to say, "Captain, I need to ask a favor of you."

Apollo almost laughs, "a favor?" He stifles his smile, "what can I do for you, Colonel?"

Tigh replies, "talk your father out of attending the dinner on Colonial One. I've tried, but he won't listen to me."

Apollo nods, "I've already talked to him. But Doctor Baltar has invited the entire Council of Twelve, and he's afraid Baltar will gather even more support if he doesn't show."

Tigh blurts out, "that's just great. Exactly what the fleet needs, the Old Man trapped in a room with Doctor Gaius Baltar and Tom Zarek. Well, I'm sending over an entire marine unit to act as security detail."

Apollo shakes his head, "I already tried that tactic, but he doesn't want any friction between the marines and the new militia. However, we do have one ace in the hole."

Tigh asks, "what's that?"

Apollo smiles at him, "Starbuck is Doctor Baltar's date."

Tigh gasps, "oh gods. Starbuck? Just when I thought the scenario couldn't get any worse…I suppose the cylons are on the guest list too. What have we got on the doctor anyway?"

Apollo shrugs, "the most I can pin on him is changing his story. He insists that it's Jolly's fault that Gaeta was shot."

Tigh replies, "do you believe him?"

Apollo responds, "no. But Gaeta's vitals are improving. The doctor has hope that he'll come out of it. Maybe that will fill in some gaps."

Tigh looks down and then says, "Captain, I want to use this opportunity. While the Old Man's gone I want to perform a training exercise. The raid on Colonial One was sloppy. I want raptors and marines prepared to go with all available vipers flying escort. No such thing as over trained, right?"

"Yes sir." And Apollo leaves to make the arrangements thinking about Baltar.

(Flashback) 2 Days After the Escape:

Colonial One

Apollo enters the President's office aboard Colonial One. Doctor Baltar is pacing nervously while advisors, each holding multiple folders, try to keep his attention. Baltar stops and points to Billy Keikeya, "uhm…what was that you were asking about..."

Billy finishes for him, "the ship, Red Horizon is asking for help with their air flow system. They've been having trouble for some time."

Baltar nods, obviously unsure of what Billy's talking about, "well, we can't leave them gasping can we? Tell them someone will help them."

Billy asks, "who will help them, sir?"

Baltar shrugs, "who ever it is that does this sort of thing. Certainly, there must be someone around that can do…whatever it is that needs to be done." Baltar sees Apollo standing there and beckons him to come in. "Captain Adama, so nice to see you." Then turning to the advisors, "I…really need to discuss some very important security matters with Captain Adama here, so please…write up your recommendations and I will look them over…very soon."

The advisors all grumble but leave. Baltar says as Apollo comes in, "difficulties of state. Not exactly a well oiled machine…yet."

Apollo nods, "I'm sure you're doing fine, sir. How is President Roslin?"

Baltar looks sad, "no response to treatment as of yet. No change, I'm afraid."

Apollo responds, "Major Cottle told me that you had her moved here to Colonial One. And that you have a civilian doctor placed in charge of her care."

Baltar nods, "yes…well, you see…it only made sense to keep her close. And Major Cottle has so many pressing injuries to take care of. It seemed prudent to bring her here. That way it will be easier for me to keep tabs on her…her condition, I mean. But what can I do for you, Captain?"

Apollo pulls out a folder, "I was hoping to cover some of the details regarding the cylons destroying your lab and shooting Lieutenant Gaeta."

Baltar gets a little defensive, "I believe we've gone over this…multiple times. What more do you need to know?"

Apollo reads some notes for a moment, then says, "there is some evidence that Jolly entered the room after the lab was destroyed. Was it possible that someone else was there?"

Baltar hesitates, then replies nervously, "now that you mention it, when I was first hit…I didn't actually see the assailant…I was attacked from behind…you see…had my back to the door, so there could very well have been someone else there first. I just assumed it was Lieutenant Nevlin."

Apollo nods, "ok, you say that then Lieutenant Nevlin fought with Lieutenant Gaeta and shot him as he was going for help. Then you jumped Lieutenant Nevlin and managed to wrestle the pistol away. From the angles of everyone's footprints…it looks like you had to have been holding the gun when Lieutenant Gaeta was shot."

Baltar thinks for a moment, "actually, I think I may have jumped on Lieutenant Nevlin first and then the gun fired and hit Lieutenant Gaeta. You see we were struggling with it, so it would look like the shot came from where I was standing."

Apollo pauses, "so Jord…Lieutenant Nevlin didn't deliberately shoot Gaeta? It happened while you were fighting over the gun?"

Baltar thinks for a moment, but realizes he's cornered himself, "yes, I believe that is how it happened. However, if Lieutenant Nevlin had not been there, the shooting would never have occurred." Baltar gets up and replies nervously, "now, if you'll excuse me…I really do have some urgent matters of state to attend to." He walks towards his living area, but then realizing that it doesn't make any sense, turns an about face and leaves in the opposite direction, leaving a bewildered Apollo behind.

(Present) 16 Days After the Escape:

Galactica Computer Lab

In the computer lab, Dualla punches Jolly's wounded left arm hard in frustration, "you frakin' cylons are worthless! How can you smuggle data out and not know how to get into it!"

Jolly sitting in a wheel chair behind the computer jerks from the pain. He replies angrily, "if you think that hurting me will help pull information out of a vacuum, by all means keep trying."

Billy pulls a still angry Dualla away, he says to Jolly, "listen, didn't the cylon that gave you this disk at least give you some indication as to what was on it?"

Jolly replies looking down at the broken finger of his left hand, "I was nearly unconscious when it was slipped into my hand, if anything was said, I can't remember it."

Dualla asks, "so all that time aboard a cylon base star and you didn't get any idea at all of how their systems work?"

Jolly matches her anger, "sorry, I must have missed the cylon encryption class at camp. But I did learn how to make a necklace out of pasta, so it wasn't a total loss."

A voice from the doorway says, "I might be able to help you." They all look up to see Boomer standing in the doorway. She is wearing civilian clothes, chained and has two marines escorting her. Jolly can't stop himself from staring at her, and his eyes eventually move down to the swell in her stomach.

One of Jolly's marine guards moves his wheelchair away from the computer, as Jolly passes Boomer still staring, she touches his face, leans down, kisses him on the, "you've been given a very special gift."

Everyone seems a little shocked and is silent for a moment. Boomer takes a seat at the computer and then turns to Dualla and Billy. "I'll help you, but I expect something in return."

Jolly sits and watches her with great discomfort.

(Flashback) 5 Days After the Escape:

Onboard the Cylon Base Star

Jolly lies with his head down on the table. He can't seem to either fully awaken himself or get a deep refreshing sleep. He's in a blurry world of fear and pain. The images of destruction were just a warm up to soften his mind, to make his emotions raw and open like blood flowing from a wound.

Different cylon agents each take turns interrogating him. Sometimes it's the same model as the blonde he's met previously, but their clothes and mannerisms are distinct. Each cylon treats him differently, testing his response to their approach. The first was a not particularly tall man with dark hair. He seemed cordial, almost to the point of being apologetic. The next, a younger blonde man, wanted to know Jolly's thoughts on religion. When Jolly suggested that the Gods were not a major part of his life, the man flew into a tirade regarding Jolly's need to accept the one God, if he is to save his life.

There are countless different variations, all asking similar questions regarding Jolly's experiences, emotions and particularly his relationships with others. Even variations of Boomer come to question Jolly, though they make no indication that they recognize him. The first blonde that he met in particular seems determined to elicit a sexual response from him. He's met with several versions of the blonde model, but can always identify the first one, by her swagger and attitude.

But no matter the questions or attitude of the questioner, the interrogations always end with the same result. The human looking cylon asking questions would make a motion and then the golden centurion would perform some action to elicit pain. Choking and burns created from one his fingers seem to be the preferred instruments, but it uses a variety of techniques. These interrogations continue one after the other.

But there was one incident that stood out as markedly different. The first blonde he had met after destroying the fake Boomer was questioning him. She was very business like and didn't seem too interested in the responses, until she asked about Boomer. "What is your relationship with the cylon, you know as Boomer?"

Jolly says, unable to lift his head up, "I thought she was a pilot in my squadron…but, she's one of you…a cylon."

She becomes somewhat agitated, "you've known her…you were thrown into the brig with her…you've spent time with her…what is your relationship?"

Jolly shakes his head, "we don't have one…she helped me escape, that's it."

The woman raises an eyebrow, "if we terminated Boomer…your Boomer, would you care?"

Jolly replies in a whisper, "no."

She comes around the table and takes Jolly's head in her hands, "don't lie to me, Jordan." And as she says 'Jordan,' she jerks his head up, forcing him to look at her. She turns almost tender, "I know she has an affect on men. She has a way to get inside of you."

Jolly forces himself to keep eye contact, "not me."

She actually looks sad and begins to cry, "maybe…maybe if you got to know me. Things could be different."

Jolly doesn't have the energy to respond, so she continues touching his face softly, "I can save you…I can make this stop. Would you like that?"

Jolly drops eye contact and can only nod, "yes…make it stop."

She forces him to look into her eyes, "then you do care? You could love me?"

Jolly finds the resolve from deep within himself, the very last of his power to resist. He mutters, "no."

The blonde screams in rage and throws the table across the room. Jolly is sure that she will kill him now, but she stops and collects herself. Never unlocking her eyes from his, she reaches down and takes his left ring finger into his hand. She begins to apply pressure, "this is the finger that you would place a betrothal ring upon isn't it? The finger that represents love." Jolly doesn't respond as the pressure gets tighter and tighter. Soon he can feel the smallest bone in his finger snap in several places under the pressure. He grimaces as the next bone does the same. Popping noises accompany each snap on each bone. Finally the third and final bone is broken in several places.

After stepping back and wiping away her tears, she laughs, "I'd give up everything to trade places with you. Do you realize that true feeling is the rarest commodity in existence? And humans can never seem to resist squandering it." She then motions to the centurion, and leaves crying. The last thing Jolly remembers before passing out is the centurion's hand closing around his throat and staring directly into the red eye moving back and forth.

(Present) 16 Days and 4 Hours After the Escape:

Colonial One

Commander Adama pauses to allow Starbuck to enter the newly created dining room on board Colonial One. Upon Adama's urging, Starbuck is wearing her fancy dress, as opposed to her dress uniform. Adama didn't want any friction between military and militia members at the dinner. He follows her in limping on his cane. Starbuck whispers, "you know that Lee ordered me to make you behave this evening. So whatever I do, you need to take it out on him."

Adama replies, "I always behave my self." Starbuck laughs. Acting President Doctor Gaius Baltar stands at the end of the room talking to several members of the Council of Twelve, including Tom Zarek.

Upon seeing them enter, Baltar immediately excuses himself and approaches them loudly making sure that everyone can hear him, "ah…Commander Adama and Lieutenant Thrace. I am thrilled that you could make it."

Starbuck replies for both of them, "how could we miss the very first presidential dinner?"

Baltar smiles, "exactly." As they talk, Colonel Hadrian walks up beside them wearing a dress uniform similar to Adama's but brown in color. Baltar remarks, "Commander, you remember Colonel Hadrian?"

Starbuck looks the Colonel over in shock, but Adama shakes her hand without smiling, "of course."

Hadrian smiles smugly at Adama, "no hard feelings, Commander? We might have to work together and I would hate…"

Adama cuts her off, "I would never hold a person's making a life and career against them. It's just what you do with their life and career that matters."

There's a brief silence, until Baltar says to break the tension, "do you like the room? It was touch and go there for a moment, they barely finished in time."

Neither Adama nor Hadrian immediately respond, so Starbuck breaks the silence admiring all of the fine settings and decorations, "it's beautiful…very Presidential."

Baltar smiles, "just the theme I was hoping for." He admires Starbuck looking her over and replies, "however Lieutenant, I must say that no room could ever truly do you justice." Baltar holds his arm out to Starbuck, "my dear, shall we mingle with the best and brightest left of humanity."

Starbuck smiles, takes his arm and replies, "we shall." As they walk away, she gives Adama a quick wink. Hadrian excuses herself and begins chatting with other dinner guests. Adama appears uncomfortable and stands there almost defying anyone to approach him. Suddenly from behind a voice says, "Commander Adama, I've been looking forward to shaking your hand."

Adama turns to see Tom Zarek standing there with his hand out. Adama doesn't shake it, but says, "Mr. Zarek, I didn't think this sort of ritzy formal affair would be something you'd lower yourself to attend."

After pulling back his hand, Zarek replies, "that's funny, because I was thinking the same thing about you."

Adama almost smiles, so Zarek continues, "Commander, I think we're both here for the same reason. We, at least, have that in common."

Adama asks, "and Mr. Zarek, what would that be?"

Zarek responds as they both watch people around the room interact with feigned excitement and politeness, "we're both here to protect our interests and our position. You want to find out what our Acting President is up to. Particularly with his new militia. And that's why I'm here as well. I have no intention of allowing a trumped up Vice President to become an all powerful dictator."

Adama smirks, "all powerful? I think the cylons might be a little surprised to hear about that."

Zarek laughs, "exactly. We both want what's best for the fleet. If you think about it, you and I are really on the same side."

Adama scowls, "no we aren't." And he walks away.

Later as all of the parties are seated at the long table with expensive looking settings, Baltar stands at the head with Starbuck on his left and Adama on his right. He calls out, "please everyone, I'm hoping that you will forgive me if I take this opportunity to say a few words."

Most of the people seemed pleased at the thought, so Baltar begins, "I'm not really a politician, so please forgive me if I'm not as eloquent as many of the people here tonight. But I thought it was important to have this dinner, so that those of us entrusted to look after the affairs of our fellow travelers through space could come together in a spirit of camaraderie and celebrate our inherent…humanness. I know that many times it's easy to get bogged down in all of the things we don't have. The things that we miss…but tonight is about appreciating all that we have. We are the survivors of humanity and tonight I toast you…and those you represent."

Everyone takes a drink after his toast. Baltar continues, "now, I know there have been a lot of changes the past couple of weeks and I want us to get a chance to discuss and get comfortable with where we are. The first thing I would like to do is officially introduce, Colonel Hadrian, the first and ranking officer in the newly formed Colonial Militia."

Hadrian is standing aside, not eating with the other guests and she nods her head in a humble bow. Zarek watches Adama intently, who happens to be the only one not clapping at all. But then Adama jerks as Starbuck kicks him under the table and he begins to clap politely while giving Starbuck an evil look.

Baltar continues once the applause has stopped, "as I have stated. It simply has not been fair to the crew of the Galactica or to Commander Adama that the civilian government has had to call upon them so often. So the militia will be taking on all matters of internal fleet security." There is more applause, once finished Baltar continues, "but change can be hard, and some have whispered fears that the military won't be willing to give up power so easily." He pauses to let that sink in, "But I have worked with these valiant warriors many, many times and can tell you that the best interests of the entire fleet are the only thing that matters to them."

The applause is cut short as Adama throws out, "what about rebuilding and maintaining the cylon detector?"

A tense silence overtakes the room as everyone awaits Baltar's response. Baltar takes a breath and replies, "well…yes…of course, the recreation of the cylon detector will take a great deal of my time. So it only makes sense to me, that the cylon detector be rebuilt on board Colonial One, where I can attend to the affairs of state and work on the detector."

There is mixed murmuring along the table, some nod approval, some shake their heads. Tom Zarek calls out, "so am I to understand that all fleet security and cylon detection will be under the militia's charter? And that you, as Acting President will be directly supervising the militia?"

Baltar nods, "yes…quite right. What greater security issue than the detection and extermination of cylon agents does the fleet face?"

Adama replies, "may I have a word, Mr. President?"

Baltar looks down at him, "perhaps after dinner, William."

Adama replies coldly, "I think we need to have a word now, Mr. President."

Baltar smiles ever so slightly, and replies to the entire table, "anything that can be said, can be said here. I mean, these are the Council of Twelve. We all have a stake in this, I say that the militia will open up the opportunity for everyone to participate in their own survival."

Adama replies, "fascism is not a solution. President Roslin understood that."

Baltar replies, "well, she isn't available, is she…and I think between being thrown into your brig to being poisoned, we can see how her trust in you served her. So I'll tell you, William. I do have something that I need from you."

Adama grits his teeth, "and what would that be, Mr. President?"

Baltar says, "the cylons."

Adama is surprised, "what?"

Baltar shrugs, "the two cylon agents, Lieutenants Nevlin and Valerii, that you have in custody…yet, have somehow not gotten around to executing. Since cylon agents now fall under militia jurisdiction, I think we need to have them dealt with. Turning them over for execution can be a…good faith gesture on your part."

Adama says with venom, "A good faith gesture?"

Hadrian walks over to the Commander with a phone. Baltar says, "yes, Commander. I'd like you to make the call. Have them brought over to Colonial One, where they will be transferred to Colonel Hadrian and the Colonial Militia's custody."

Commander Adama stands up, "Mr. President, you can stick that phone up your ass." He turns to Starbuck, "I think it's time for us to go." Starbuck moves to get up.

Two large men in the brown uniforms of the militia take up station behind Adama. Baltar says to him, "Commander, if you aren't willing to obey a direct order from the President. Even the Acting President, then I'm afraid we will have to charge you with insubordination."

(Present) 16 Days and 6 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica CIC

Colonel Tigh is going over status reports, when a young female Petty Officer calls out from Dualla's usual station, "Colonel, President Baltar is on the line for you. He says it's urgent."

Tigh scowls, "what did I tell you about him?"

She replies, "I'm sorry sir. Acting President Baltar is on the line, sir."

"That's better." Tigh picks up the receiver, "Tigh."

On the other end, President Baltar replies, "Colonel Tigh, as of right now, you are in command of the Galactica."

Tigh replies definitively, "the Galactica already has a commanding officer."

Baltar responds, "Commander Adama is being held on charges of insubordination. So you are in command. And your first order is to have the cylon agents on board Galactica turned over to the shuttle that will be coming over for them."

Tigh almost laughs, "you're joking?"

Baltar replies, "Colonel, let me assure you that I am dead serious. If you do not comply, I will have Colonel Hadrian of the Colonial Militia placed in command of the Galactica."

Tigh nods, "yes, sir. But I think they should be transferred to Colonial One by raptor with a viper escort…for security purposes."

Baltar smiles, "of course, excellent idea. We shall await your ships."

As Baltar hangs up the phone from his office and begins walking back towards the dining area, Six says behind him, "very well played, Gaius. Do you think he has any idea what happens next."

Baltar smiles, "none, whatsoever."

(Present) 16 Days and 5 Hours After the Escape:

Galactica CIC

The young female Petty Officer calls out, "Sir! Chief Tyrol needs to speak to you immediately."

Tigh picks up the receiver and Tyrol says in an excited voice, "Colonel, do you know why raptor 3 took off without her marines? She's empty except for the pilot and ECO."

Tigh hangs up and calls out to the female Petty Officer, "who's in raptor 3?"

She looks down and replies, "Topper and Vandal. They're both new pilots from the Nebula Chaser."

Tigh picks up another receiver, "Apollo, raptor 3's flying empty. We need to find out what's going on."

From his viper, Apollo calls out, "Topper, what are you doing? Why don't you have your troops?"

Raptor 3 doesn't respond, instead it breaks away and flies at top speed away from the attack formation. It is quickly joined by 8 vipers from the assault force. Apollo calls out, "what the frak are you doing? Get back into formation!"

The ships take up position close to Colonial One and then turn to face Apollo's oncoming squadron. Finally, one of the renegade vipers responds, "this is Saber. Captain, I'm afraid that I have to inform you that several of us have decided to resign our commissions…as much as I will miss cleaning up the flight deck."

A large shadow comes across Apollo's force as the Nebula Chaser takes up position between them and Colonial One. It's four cannons are targeted at Apollo's vipers and raptors. Apollo yells, "Saber! You and your pilots are disobeying orders. This is your last chance, get your asses back into formation."

Saber responds, "and you are disobeying orders from the President himself. We are now the official attack group of the Colonial Militia. And have been charged with protecting the civilian government. So Captain, it's unfortunate, but I have to ask you to vacate your forces to a safe perimeter from Colonial One."

Slider calls out, "Saber, have you fried your brains! You'd fire on your own squadron?"

Saber replies, "they were never my squadron. We're fighting for the fleet now, not the Galactica. And we are prepared to do anything necessary to protect the civilian government."

End Chapter Two…