Mission Galactica: The Cylon Attack

[under the personal command of Count Baltar, an enormous armada of Cylon raiders attacks the Colonial fleet]

Count Baltar:
[from the command seat of a Cylon raider] This time, the Galactica hasn't a chance. Concentrate our fighters on the Galactica's landing bays! Her warriors won't be able to refuel, reload or land!

[Cylon raiders converge on the Galactica's Alpha flight bay and one breaks through the bay's force field and punches into the interior wall, exploding into a raging fire]

Flight Cpl. Omega:
Fire in the bay.

Cmdr. Adama:
[expecting the worst] Damage report.

Flight Cpl. Omega:
It's out of control. Alpha Bay is completely cut off.

[Cylon raiders blast away at the Galactica and the fleet's civilian ships as the Galactica's viper squadrons fight back]

Count Baltar:
Continue leading her warriors away from the main fleet. They can't stay aloft using full battle thrusters for very long.

Cylon Centurion:
A word of caution. We too are expending great amounts of fuel in a sustained attack.

[Baltar's raider joins a Cylon phalanx as it shoots down several vipers directly ahead]

Count Baltar:
Yes, but we have a place to land, they do not, or *will* not before long.

[the Galactica continues to take Cylon fire as the battlestar Pegasus, undetected by Cylon forces, is maneuvering into position]

Col. Tolan:
We are running parallel to the attacking Cylons on their rear flank, but the Galactica's reporting heavy damage to her landing bays.

[Commander Cain studies the main scanner]

Cmdr. Cain:
Bring her around sixty degrees. We're going in.

Count Baltar:
Burn, Galactica! You're finished, Adama!

Cylon Centurion:
[looking out to port] Sir, if I may...

Count Baltar:
I don't want to miss a moment of the last battlestar's destruction!

Cylon Centurion:
I really think you should take a look at the other battlestar.

Count Baltar:
What are you babbling about? It's impossible!

Cylon Centurion:
No. It is a battlestar.

Count Baltar:
Turn, you fool, turn! He's coming right for us! Sound the retreat, return to our baseships!

Cylon Centurion:
But, we have not finished off the Galactica.

Count Baltar:
We're half out of fuel and those Vipers are coming in fresh! Now do as I say before they blast us out of the stars!

Cylon Centurion:
Retreat. Squadron, retreat.

Count Baltar:
I've decided that the city of Gamoray would my seat of power. From it, I will decide how and where I will extend my dominion throughout the star system.

Lucifer:
Begging you pardon, Baltar, but don't you think we should first go though the formality of conquering the humans before ordering our victory celebration?

Count Baltar:
That had the note of sarcasm, Lucifer. Watch yourself. You're not the only IL-series Cylon who dreams of standing beside the greatest conqueror in all the universe.

Lucifer:
Forgive my impudence.

Count Baltar:
Hmm...

Lucifer:
About that launch order.

Count Baltar:
Yes, yes, let's get on with it.

Col. Tolan:
Sir, long-range scanners pick up an unbelievable number of enemy craft on their way.

Cmdr. Cain:
Prepare coordinates to intercept.

Col. Tolan:
You mean lead them off, hit and run.

Cmdr. Cain:
I mean intercept. Go through them.

Cmdr. Cain:
[over the intercom] Greetings, Adama, you old wardaggit. Might've known I'd find you and your fleet sitting dead on your astrums.

Cmdr. Adama:
[surprised] Cain... of all that's holy.

Cmdr. Cain:
[over the intercom] There's nothing holy about me, Adama. Except maybe what I'm doing to those golmonging Cylons.

Cmdr. Adama:
It's a miracle, Cain. A blessed miracle.

Cmdr. Cain:
[over the intercom] I make my own miracles. But have it your way. I'll be aboard in a few centons.

Cmdr. Adama:
I'll have some vintage Ambrosa for you.

Cmdr. Cain:
[over the intercom] I should think so.

Col. Tigh:
Commander, it's impossible. Cain perished along with the Fifth Fleet, two yahrens ago.

Cmdr. Adama:
Yes, Colonel, but that's the fabric of miracles - the impossible.

Count Baltar:
How long before our fighters can return to defend us?

Lucifer:
I'm afraid the Pegasus will reach us first.

Count Baltar:
Then drop back. Let the other two base ships intercept the Pegasus.

Lucifer:
I'm not sure the other base commanders will appreciate that.

Count Baltar:
It isn't a request, it's an order.

[Baltar's base ship drops back while the battlestar Pegasus approaches the other two base ships]

Col. Tolan:
Two basestars coming up on range, sir. The third has fallen back behind them.

Cmdr. Cain:
That will be Baltar's ship! Plot a course between those two forward ships!

Col. Tolan:
It's getting a little sticky in there, sir.

Cmdr. Cain:
Arm all air-to-head missiles and bring electronic defense shields to maximum power!

[while on patrol, Apollo and Starbuck have been intercepted by vipers from the lost battlestar Pegasus]

Lt. Sheba:
You will maintain silence until we land aboard the battlestar Pegasus.

Capt. Apollo:
The Pegasus? But that's just not possible.

Lt. Starbuck:
Apollo, do you know who's ship that was?

Capt. Apollo:
Cain, the greatest military commander that ever lived! He was my idol!

Lt. Sheba:
Your *idol* will order you blasted out of the skies if you don't shut off your transmitters! In case you clowns don't know it, we're right in the middle of a quadrant controlled by Cylons!

Capt. Apollo:
[spotting something ahead of him] Oh, my lord. This isn't a dream, and we're certainly not dead. That *is* the Pegasus!

Lt. Sheba:
[to Bojay] He won't shut up! He's acting as if he's seen an apparition!

Capt. Apollo:
I'm still not sure I haven't!

Cmdr. Cain:
[referring to Commander Adama] Well, how is he? How is that old Modocker?

Capt. Apollo:
Well, considering a load he's carried since the destruction of our nation.

Cmdr. Cain:
Yes, yes, I should imagine. And the rest of the fleet?

Capt. Apollo:
Only the Galactica survives, sir. Along with some 220 odd ships carrying what's left of our people.

Cmdr. Cain:
My God, and I thought we had it bad. Only 220 ships left from all the Colonies?

Capt. Apollo:
Yes, sir.

Count Baltar:
What is the latest intelligence?

Lucifer:
It is the consensus of the commanders of the two supporting baseships that we should ask for help from the planet Gamoray at once.

Count Baltar:
Somehow, I find the idea of some base commander on Gamoray taking credit for destroying the Galactica slightly annoying.

Lucifer:
We did not do quite so well in battle this day.

Count Baltar:
We were taken by surprise! Thanks to your so-called intelligence report! How many squadrons based on Gamoray?

Lucifer:
Four complete squadrons - the equivalent of a base ship.

Count Baltar:
In other words, we have the firepower of four base ships at our disposal?

Lucifer:
That is correct.

Count Baltar:
Prepare for a new attack.

Cmdr. Adama:
You realise I can relieve you of your command.

Cmdr. Cain:
[over the intercom] Adama, please. Don't make my last battle an act of mutiny. Send me in with your blessing.

Cmdr. Adama:
[reluctantly] My prayers go with you... and always serve you.

Cmdr. Cain:
[over the intercom] Thank you, Adama. Thank you.