About a billion Raiders jump in and Gaeta says some Gaeta Talk: "Dradis. Here they come. Multiple targets. Bearing 371 carom 552. Cylon Raiders." I recognize, like, one noun and one adjective of all that. Tigh points out that the "bastards tracked us, all right." Why is he here? Adama launches the Vipers, and we get to see all the pilots running through the bay to their ships, all activated, which I always love to see in any show or movie. Apollo and Hotdog talk about how the Raiders are establishing and holding a formation pattern. A lovely Chippendale pattern, actually. Tiny lights in Harlequin diamonds. I think it's meant to work like a fence, or a net, to catch the fleet. It's very pretty. I like shiny stuff? Sharon cuts the base of her hand with Dualla's knife, meaning something totally gross is going to happen in a second. Tigh: "What the hell?" (6) Sharon's bleeding and it's awful. She explains, kind of: "Okay, this is how it's going to work. The Raiders are going to send a signal to activate the virus. It could take a few seconds. On my mark, initiate the computer wipe. Miss the window..." And Gaeta supplies the answer, which is: flesh peels, eyeballs run, everybody dead. Sharon: "Yeah. Sometimes you gotta roll the hard six. Right, Commander?" It's hardest watching her interact with her old shipmates, because she can't be expected to change her perspective as harshly as they have, so she relates like they don't viscerally hate her, and that's tough. She inserts the fiber-optic cable deep into her hand and up her arm. Tigh: "What the hell is she doing?" (7, douchebag.) The Raiders go all red with the exterminate lights of old, and Dualla and Gaeta explain that they've made contact with the system and that there's nothing they can do. Tigh: "We gotta stop this." (8) Adama and Gaeta are cool, though, all ready to execute the wipe when it's time. Boomer gives the mark, Adama gives the order, and we learn that it's still called "reformatting" even in a galaxy far away with octagon TVs. We cut to the Vipers, where Apollo is mystified by the great big nothing that the Raiders are doing.
Boomer continues to bleed and Tigh continues to bitch and moan about how they're all going to die.
Out in space, Hotdog and Apollo and Duck get ready to fight, noting how there are a billion Raiders there, about to kill them. Tigh screams on and on about how the continued attack means it was all a setup. Boomer's eyes roll back in her head, but not from sarcasm: it's because she's a freaky robot chick doing freaky computer stuff. Adama marshals a gun from a nearby Marine and holds it to her head, threatening, "If they're coming for you, they're gonna be very disappointed." Which is fine and I get it, although that would be quite a maneuver, getting in and out with Boomer in tow while this intense space battle massacre is going on, but she's eliminated the immediate threat to her personally, as far as Galactica going all HAL on them. Tigh, of course, screams "Do it!" because he is useless. Everybody stares and nobody moves. Tigh whines, "What are you waiting for?" "This," says Boomer, and it's very impressive, this moment, in a very old-school Claremont ass-kicking kind of way: all the Galactica systems come back online, Boomer collapses, and outside, all the Raiders start drifting and crashing into each other. Tigh: "What the hell?" (9) Gaeta reads off his panel that they've just transmitted a signal, and Apollo phones in that the Raiders are all going wacky. Tigh: "What the hell?" (That's 10. Pull your head out of your ass and proceed directly to outer space without a helmet.)