Chief is escorted down a corridor by Marines, walking past lots of people: deck hands surely, maybe pilots, proud and beautiful Cally, holding their son. In the brig, soon enough, he's visited by the Admiral, and he stands, bummed to even be having this conversation. "Are you aware that your deck gang is participating in a work stoppage?" Chief corrects him: it's called a general strike. He's right. "It's a mutiny. And do you know what we do with mutineers? We shoot them, Chief." He's right too. Commercial.
Chief: "We're leaving people behind, Admiral. People are locked into their jobs, they have no control over their lives, they have no say. We're abandoning them to their fate." He compares it to Ajaxing them on some planet like Bulldog. Not the point. You know, it's funny, because I have had to do so many wild backbends but the end result is still this: no matter who the guys on top are, or the guys on the bottom, you don't put guns in the Temple. And what everybody but Chief -- but including Gaius -- is saying is that we're back there. Three and Cavil and Doral keeping order looks a lot like this; Cain is about to get a shoutout in a major way. "That is not the issue. The men and women on this ship are not allowed to disobey an order, especially in support of some kind of fracking labor dispute." Chief points out that they've launched CAP and nobody's abandoned their post, so technically nobody's in danger, assuming the Cylons don't show up after 49+ days, which is pretty much what happened after the Resurrection Ship. Adama defines this correctly as mutiny, and: "It stops now." Chief says all he's looking for is a sit-down with Roslin; Adama goes him one better and grabs the phone without speaking to Chief. "This is the Admiral. Arrest Cally Tyrol. Take her, under armed guard, directly to the starboard repair bay." He hangs up; Chief asks what the frack he's doing. "I'm gonna put her up against the bulkhead, and I'm gonna shoot her, as a mutineer." Tell me the difference.