Athena reads the datastream in the Basestar CIC, confirms that they can do it. This part's important: "Okay, we can do this. We can give their ship jump capability again by slaving its drives to our Raptor's spin sync generator. Their Hybrid was damaged in the attack, so we're gonna have to pull her offline and execute jumps from the Raptor." Natalie is, of course, appalled, and starts bitching about Hybrid abuse, but back up with me a second. The Raptor will become basically a jump drive, in and of itself, and sync itself to the Basestar's jump capabilities. Which are intimately connected to the Hybrid, as we saw once a long time ago, emphasis on "intimately." But on the larger field, we're talking about Colonial technology and Cylon technology, truly meshing, for the first time, and using the energy from that connection to power a miracle. A miracle of synchronization; a new and joyful dance.
"Pull the Hybrid offline? Absolutely not. It's never been done on an operational ship. It would be like blinding her. It might even kill her." Kara reminds her again to stow it, citing Cavil again, and Natalie assents. Athena pulls Jean Barolay to open up and strip the jump cables, and she runs off to start. There's a platinum Six standing nearby, who jolts when she sees Jean's face; this Six is sent by Athena for data cabling for the Cylon side of the sync. Anders stands, unnoticed, with the waters of the datastream reflecting on his face, reaching out toward the waters, wondering if he also swims in the stream. What would happen, if he touched it? Where would he go? "We started the interface. Take me to this 'Hybrid.'" Kara calls Sam for backup, but he offers to stay behind: he knows more about the Raptor side of the sync. He stares back down at the stream, and Kara goes with Leoben and Natalie, to meet the Hybrid.
THEN SHALL THE MAIDENS REJOICE AT THE DANCE
(Take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.)
The Six shoves Jean's shoulder softly, as she passes, as they work. She eventually stops, leaning back against the hatch frame on the Raptor, and stares at Barolay, shaking. "What the hell are you looking at?" The Six isn't sure. Her breath stops in her throat; she remembers it like a scar.
"I know you. You were on New Caprica. You were part of the Resistance. You killed me. Watched me drown, kicking and thrashing like I was some kind of an insect."