The mutiny seemed obligatory, in a way, like "of course this had to happen at some point and FRAK EARTH is definitely the right place for it in the story"; but it's a wicked irony, and genius, that it led to so many more and worse outrages than simply upgrading the FTL drives. Gaius only mentions it once, at the end of the episode, but you should know right now that the administration is actually considering using Centurions to police the dirt towns and lower decks of Galactica, now that there's nobody left to watch them. And if this is even happening on Galactica, these autonomous little pockets of hell, the Ares turf wars and that stuff, imagine what the rest of the Fleet is like. I bet Lee's got more girlfriends than he can deal with! But mostly: the self-indicting, exhausted humor in giving this Heavy Raider the callsign "Turkey"? That's some Galen Tyrol shit right there.)
Starbuck radios Adama that the Six under her command has identified the strange lost Raptor's voice as "a Sharon," and Bill thinks for a moment, musing aloud as Hoshi watches: "An Eight..." He stares up, at the ceiling. He will watch and be silent, but he knows what it means. The entire point of the civil war, the Rebels, the 268s, was that there aren't any Eights left, out there. There's only one left: the first betrayal, the suicidal saboteur, the daughter that shot him in the gut, at the moment of his greatest pride and her greatest triumph. Humanity's children are coming home today. She glides into the hangar bay, surrounded by serpents.
Bill beats it down to the hangar deck as Kara's climbing down off her Viper, looking none too happy. Laura and Lee stand with him for this homecoming, and the Raptor door finally opens, on the shapely gams of a Calfornia blonde. Boomer steps out onto the wing as a Raptor escort does, and Ellen steps out beside her. Laura's jaw drops, and Ellen smiles sweetly at Bill, calling his name warily and lovingly, the way Caprica used to say Felix's name. "How many dead chicks are out there?" asks Hotdog, hilariously. Boomer hops down to look up at her mother and savior and temptress, down from the wing and onto steel earth: that's how many.