Galactica 1980

25.000

Boomer, I'm hit:

I had a dream about a great warrior.

His name was Starbuck.

Okay, I've had it with you three. You're all on report.

I'm sick and tired of this silent treatment.

I do hereby give you life.

Now, Cy, don't get crazy.

Not friends:

The great ship, Galactica.

Our home for these many years

we've endured the wilderness of space:

And now we near the end of our journey:

We have at last found Earth:

Adama,

I had a dream.

You wish to tell me about it?

Do you believe dreams are significant?

Yes, I do. Not all of them, but some.

In my dream, I was not born aboard the Galactica,

nor any of the other ships in the fleet.

Is that true?

Yes. That is true.

Then who am I? Where do I come from?

Tell me about your dream.

It was not a dream about me.

It was a dream about a great warrior.

His name was Starbuck.

Please tell me your dream.

There was a great battle.

They're on our tail:

Then let's show them our nose:

They're running:

Not for long:

Starbuck, look out!

You've got one flying right up your tailpipe!

Yeah, no kidding:

Oh, frak: Boomer, I'm hit:

How bad?

Bad, two of my three thrusters are gone:

This guy's on me like wet on rain:

All right, let's see if I can give him a little surprise:

Come on, sweetheart, one last reverse on your old turbo:

Goodbye: Thought I was going to give up and die, huh?

Now, let's see how you like a little taste of your own medicine:

That was an unexpected move: He is a very good warrior:

That is a small consolation: We are going to crash:

Nice shooting, Starbuck: Can you limp back to the fleet?

Negative, Boomer:

I'll stay with you as long as I can, buddy:

The fleet can't afford to lose two pilots, two ships:

But you're fine:

All I have to do is keep track of you, send back help:

Yeah, after you warn the fleet to get out of here:

Hey, are you gonna: : :

You gonna drift or try to find land?

I better try to find some kind of hospitable atmosphere somewhere:

Starbuck:

Yeah:

Take care of yourself:

Hey, you know me, pal: I always look out for number one:

Give Cassiopeia my love, and Athena and: : :

Well, tell them not to sit around waiting:

I might like it where I'm going:

I got to go now, Boomer: My support vapors are running low:

Look, I'll be seeing you:

My friend, my dear, dear friend,

believe me, if I could change places with you, I would:

But, sir, we can't just leave him out there!

Boomer, don't you think I wanna go back for him?

Do you think I wanna leave someone I love like a son,

knowing we'll never see him again?

Take a look out there. We'll be lucky if we can save our fleet.

You mean we can never go back?

That is correct.

There is no going back.

Our enemy pushes us on and on and on.

And until we are strong enough,

or can find Earth and get help,

we can never stop or turn away or look back.

Thank you, sir.

I appreciate your honesty.

First enemy wave has been taken back.

They are running with our fighters in pursuit.

Order all fighters to regroup and let them run.

Fleet is to proceed ahead at flank speed.

Goodbye, Starbuck.

I love you.

We all love you.

Tractor gear down:

Maximum airfoil deflection:

Force field in effect to hold me against my favorite seat:

Oh, what a headache.

Headache.

That's wonderful.

Oh, pain, I love you.

At least I'm not dead

yet.

There was nothing left but my escape pod,

which fired automatically moments before my ship impacted:

That had saved my life: But to what end?

I set my automatic beacon to transmit a continuous signal

to those rescuers I knew would never come:

Now it was time to set out and explore the planet:

Who knows, I might discover an oasis,

a citadel of civilization,

thousands of primitive people who would worship me as some kind of winged God

who'd dropped in on them out of the heavens:

Yes, sir, no question about it:

This could be the best thing that ever happened to me:

I decided to call my new home Starbuck:

The planet Starbuck: Why not? I discovered it:

It was mine: All mine:

Starbuck the planet had not turned out to be any better off

than Starbuck the ill-fortuned warrior:

I had only enough food rations to last a few days,

no shelter and I was alone:

All alone:

I wasn't alone:

It was metallic, honed, shaped,

placed there by a living being:

My heart stopped, rose up into my throat and nearly gagged me:

What had I done?

What had so angered the Gods that they would do this to me?

It was Cylon:

It would be hard to imagine a Colonial warrior depending on the Cylons for survival,

but here I was:

The temperature was dropping rapidly as the planet orbited away from the suns:

The astral winds were increasing the bite of the cold:

I had been pretty close to death many times in my life,

but never closer than now:

The planet Starbuck was a nice place to visit:

But tourism and overpopulation would never become a problem:

At least I was still alive:

Or was I?

Perhaps this is the end man fears so much from birth,

the ultimate repayment for all of one's selfish acts:

A banishment to a place where there is no warmth, no love, no companionship,

only solitude and cold:

I closed my eyes to sleep,

wondering if I would ever wake up:

Awakening aboard the Galactica was usually a jarring experience:

The blare of a Klaxon,

the shouts of angry pilots

all being rudely mustered to meet the enemy:

These cold-blooded, metallic instruments of death

would not cease their warring ways until every human was destroyed:

Morning, fellas.

Thought I'd swing by and give you orders of the day.

We'll muster out in a few centons and begin policing the area.

I want the area whitewashed, boundaries manicured and...

Oh, yes, uniform of the day will be...

Oh, let's make it polished metallic.

We'll dine at dusk. Dress silvers,

and I'll expect some form of entertainment.

Don't ever do that again.

You speak only when spoken to.

You say "sir" and you speak to me directly.

No pairing off and no talking amongst yourselves.

Have I made myself clear?

Good.

Now, are there any questions?

Very well.

I'll be leaving for headquarters now.

You may continue with your duties.

They were definitely a loose group:

It'd take some time to whip them into shape:

ZEE: It was on the third day of Starbuck's great journey

that he reached his momentous decision:

Starbuck, you're a genius.

No wonder they named this planet after you.

A wizard before his time.

ZEE: Possibly driven by loneliness

or more ironically, some deep instinct for survival,

Starbuck poured over his dreaded enemy,

breathing life back into the shattered form

that had been created for one purpose,

the extinction of man:

In his weakened state, it was possible that Starbuck

did not even foresee the ominous implications of his work:

For if he succeeded in bringing life back to hulking Cylon form,

what would be the massive Centurion's first act?

He was born for no other purpose but to destroy humans:

His first act, therefore, would quite probably be to kill Starbuck:

As Lieutenant First Class of the Colonial Fleet,

I do hereby give you life.

It's hooked up out there, it's hooked up here.

All hooked up here.

Energizer on the ship seems to have a good charge.

All that work.

It's downright discouraging.

You're alive.

Well, this is a grand day.

Only been in charge of this planet for three days

and already I've doubled the population.

I do hereby declare me President Elect.

If that's all right with you?

Die, human:

Don't be ridiculous.

Think I'd save you and then let you shoot me?