Which is where we go next, as everyone gathers around and examines the device. McCain orders them to cut the device down and take it to Baltar for analysis. At least, I think he does. The spinny-cam was back for this scene, so I actually spent most of it pounding Dramamine and puking into my garbage can. Memo to Ron Moore: There's a reason why Michael Rymer keeps getting stuck with crap like Queen of the Damned. I don't care what it costs, you need to get your pal Rodrigo Garcia for the series.
Out in the storm, Starbuck is navigating her Viper out for the recon mission. When she emerges from the cloud, she immediately sees a pair of Basestars and an entire wing of Cylon fighters. They don't seem to notice her at all, however, and I can only assume that's because they're stuck watching the same commercials that we're now seeing.
Galactica. Adama steps into yet another conference room for a meeting with President Mary. Enjoying her new powers as President, Mary makes him wait while Lackey Howser ticks off some potential future plot points for the series (a ship full of convicted felons, rapidly dwindling food and medical supplies). I'm still shocked that she would treat The Olmos like that. And so is he, by the way, as he fixes her with that patented Eddie death glare. Finally Lackey excuses himself, and the real meat of the scene can begin. Which is unfortunate, because it's still the same damn scene we've already watched at least ten times now. Adama wants to fight. She wants to rescue people. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. "I honestly don't know why I have to keep telling you this," says Mary in an unfortunate meta-statement, "but the war is over. We lost. If we are even going to survive as a species, we need to get the hell out of here and start having babies." Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Where do I sign up?
Back on the bridge, Starbuck reports her findings, and Adama gathers Apollo, Colonel McCain, and Commodore 64 for a tactical conference. They know the Cylons are just going to sit outside the storm and wait for them, and they also know they can't make an FTL jump with all the interference on the inside. Apollo still wants to save the civilians, but McCain wants to get back to the fight as quickly as possible. It's at this point that Adama notices Lackey Howser and Ensign Uhura flirting on the far side of the bridge, and he thoughtfully observes that "they better start having babies." And then the line of the night goes to Colonel McCain, with: "Is that an order?" Hee! It's all in the delivery, but still. And props to Lackey Howser for getting the girl, by the way. Commodore 64 may have nothing to look forward to in life but sexy 5.25 floppy and a raster-graphics game of Leisure Suit Larry, but it's still nice to see the nerds representing. Go Lackey, go Lackey, go!
The Seventh Law of Science Fiction: The nerd always gets laid. (See: Idoru, Cryptonomicon, Weird Science, Real Genius, Short Circuit.)