Chief pulls the levers back, at the head of the line, and the line stops. He hops up jauntily on a hatch ladder, swinging like Curious George, like a member of the Miserables chorus, like a perfect idiot, and calls out: "This plant is off-line! We're on strike!" A thousand dirty hands raise into the air, pound against the belt, against the line, and into the air again.
Back on Galactica , the deckhands are having a great old time, playing cards and giggling, as a grip of Pilots come storming down the stairs, ready for bullshit. At their point is Starbuck, making a face that can only be described as scary as shit. Pollux -- looking like Cally's white-trash aunt who's actually just a couple of years older than Cally, and they gossip about the family on their breaks, only probably their families are dead so the metaphor kind of falls apart, but you know they smoke cigarettes -- looks up from her game, all, "Need somethin', Captain?" Now, I can barely even remember who Kara is at this point, but I know you don't fucking talk to her like that. I was reading the old recaps the other day, and I was kind of horribly surprised by this whole speech about her during the Occupation, how she had to be in Leoben Stir because otherwise she would rock out so hardcore nobody would survive and the Occupation would never have happened. I can barely remember loving her that much. (This episode helps.) So she's like, "Fucking A?" And Pollux, not without grace, apologizes that they're on "vital missions only" and that they've sent the CAP out, so they've done it. Racetrack asks what the hell she means, and Pollux admits that Chief, via Cally, has put them on strike. And I know it's kind of lame and story-ordered, but damn if I didn't cheer right then too, thanks to little Danny Noon. He's like my new Billy, I might be bringing him up without warning for years now.
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