Second part of the picspam I started
a while ago, featuring every important character from the miniseries (oh, no, wait, there's no Six in here! :s). It's probably crappier than the first part, but right now I'm not that much interested in quality (yeah, I know how to sell anything).
What the hell was that...? I've lost power. Jolly, take over! Jolly...? Can you read me...?
To be honest with you, I'm kinda glad you're sticking around. Makes us all feel better just seeing you out there.
We're hit!
Really?
Preliminary reports indicate a thermo-nuclear device was detonated over Caprica City thirty minutes ago. Nuclear detonations have been reported on the planets Aerolon, Picon, Sagittaron and Geminon. No reports on casualties but they will be high. Mourn the dead later. Right now the best we can do is get this ship into the fight.
How many people on Caprica City alone?
Seven million.
Caprica and three other colonies. I guess I... I should make an announcement or something.
I'll do it. I'm a member of the political cabinet. It is my responsibility.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. My parents moved to Picon two months ago to be closer to my sisters and their families and their kids and...
Wait a minute. Who put you in charge?
That's a good question.
Where is the President, Jack? Is he alive?
I don't know. I think so.
Have the cylons made any demands? Do we know what they want?
No, no contact, I'm pretty sure about that.
Has anyone discussed... Has anyone discussed the possibility of surrender? Has it been considered?
After Picon was nuked the President offered a complete, unconditional surrender. The cylons didn't even respond!
Sharon, grab your sidearm.
Captain, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you.
Something wrong with your pilot?
No, just that he's not the one giving orders.
Thanks for the lift.
You should thank her.
Alright, alright! Children first.
Get me out of here!
Saul, take personal command of the DC units.
Me?
You're either the XO or you're not.
All hands, seal off all bulkheads 25 to 40. It's an order.
Venting complete. Fires out.
If they remembered their training, they had their suits on and they were braced for a possible vent action.
There's a lot of rooks in there.
No one is a rook anymore.
What are you doing?
I'm giving up my seat.
Like hell.
Look at those clouds, Sharon. Look at those clouds and tell me this isn't the end of everything. Whatever future is left, it's gonna depend on whoever survives.
This is an official Colonial Goverment broadcast. All ministers and oficials should now go to Case Orange.
I never really liked politics. I kept telling myself I was getting out but he had this way about him... You just couldn't say no.
I, Laura Roslin, do now avow and affirm that I *accept* the office of President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol... with every fibre of my being.
Sir. All I needed was 40 seconds. 85 of my people. I told... I told that son of a bitch.
He's the XO on the ship. Don't you dare forget that. He made a tough decision. If it had been me, I would have made the same one.
40 seconds, sir.
It's on you both, chief.
To all colonial units: I am taking comand of fleet. Adama.
Captain Apollo, send a message to Commander Adama informing him that we're engaged in rescue operations and require his assistance. Ask how many hospital beds they have available and how long it will take them to get here.
I, uh...
Yes?
I'm not sure he's going to respond very well to that request.
Then tell him this comes directly from the President of the Twelve Colonies and it's not a request.
Yes, sir. And, sir? Apollo's just my callsign. My name is Lee Adama.
I know who you are. But Captain Apollo has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Is your ship's FTL drive functioning?
That's affirmative.
Then you're ordered to bring your ship and its passengers to the rendezvous point. Acknowledge.
Acknowledge... receipt of message.
What the hell does that mean?
It means I heard you.
Colonial One, this is Galactica. Apollo, you've got inbound enemy fighters coming toward you. Get out of there! Apollo! Apollo! Lee! Get... Lee!
Lieutenant! What did you do to my viper?
I wondered why the engine gave out.
I don't know how you managed to fly this thing, much less land it.
It's not something I wanna think about right now. Where is Prosna? He has to get that frakking gymbal locked or I'll have his ass.
He's dead, sir, he died on the fire.
Captain Apollo?!
That was fun.
Lords of Kobol, hear my prayer. Take the souls of your sons and daughters of this day, specially that of Lee Adama, into your hands.
Go get me some bullets, chief.