Zarek gets on the horn immediately, demanding that they jam the signal, telling Gage to get "that little frak" Hoshi back on CIC. Bill just stares, and stares, and looks up at Felix. On the Basestar, Leoben strokes his makeshift transmitter happily, proudly. Machines and machines. Laura smiles in wonder.
Kara, exhausted and bloody, finally leans back against the bulkhead near a junction, holding Sam in her arms. He's not even moving anymore. She hears someone coming, and stares into space, unmoving, like a rabbit. A guard, escorting Romo to his death, screams at her. She closes her eyes, heartbroken, and aims her gun one last time. When she fires, the clip is empty. Luckily, Klepto Romo has a pen he stole from the trial, and stabs the Marine all to hell before he can gun down Kara. He grabs his shades back immediately, and Kara -- I guess tired after all the badassery, in both this episode and her lifetime -- mews pathetically for his help. He says no, pointing out that the mutiny has gotten so out of control that some of them attempts on him and his "penpal" were from his own side, and heads away. She grunts to herself, heartbroken and losing strength with every breath, and at the last second Romo... Dramatically decides to help. Wow, I guess.
1435 and we're reporting ten ships that followed Roslin's orders to kill their FTL drives. (So again, one-third of the Fleet is still with her. All this has happened before...) Narcho starts to bitch about her, but Felix makes lemonade: "No, she did us a favor. Now we're clear who's with us and who's trouble. Gage, give the jump coordinates only to those ships that kept their FTLs online. Order them to jump immediately." Wow, dude. You really are just going to blind-jump into nowhere, aren't you?
"You six people who are left, that went along with our mutiny? You six people are awesome. Rapists, racists, murderers, insane bomber terrorists, good to see ya. Conner and Seelix? Good people, I'm proud to have you with me. Who needs Earth with a Douche Patrol like we got going here? Yeah! Now, I know many of you had loved ones on those ten ships, and all our food was there, but trust me: this next part is going to be great. ...Hmm? What's that? Oh, no. No plan of any sort. Sorry if I wasn't clear about that: we have no frakking clue what we're supposed to do now. I was just really pissed off. See, my leg got shot in this other mutiny -- not a great, awesome one like this, but a tiny, bitchy one -- and then my BFF shot herself in the head, and Gaius stopped returning my calls, and I became a heroin addict, then my bisexual college robot fling from New Caprica turned out to be a serial killer, and it turned out I knew that? Sort of."