Athena counts the jump; Helo counts the jump. The Jumpin' Agathons. And of the two, you'd place more faith in a Raptor than a Basestar, even with Racetrack at the helm. But that's not what happens. They both blink out, but the Demetrius blinks back, the giant gorgeous Basestar a whole jump away. Alone, in the sky.
"Sir, we had a problem with the sync points and the jump coordinates," says Seelix. This is what happens when you fly with anybody but Kara Thrace. ...Or also with Kara Thrace, come to think of it. "It'll take a few minutes to spool up the FTL drive again..." Helo curses as the Baseship jumps, a billion miles away, into the middle of the Fleet.
Adama and Tigh do their usual: All hands to battle stations, Condition One throughout the Fleet, launch alert five, birds in the air, gun batteries on standby. Vipers scramble around the Basestar, which sits embarrassed in the middle of humanity; a spinster at the kids' table. Athena calls her husband, again and again. "Demetrius, Athena. Report. Demetrius, Athena. Report." Adama hoshis for an emergency jump, but the President's shuttle Raptor is still en route. It hits, bouncing a bit, in bay one, and the Fleet jumps away a ship at a time. And Athena calls home. "Galactica, Athena. Galactica, Athena... "
Under her panels in the Raptor, which is the heart and the mind of a Basestar now, the wireless is cooked. No comms. They're in the middle of the party and nobody can hear them. No Demetrius to explain, no STARBUCK painted on her giant hull. Just the face of death, smiling and floating, unmoving, in the land of dragons. The Fleet's almost gone; the battle can begin.
"Galactica's scrambling Vipers," Athena reads. "They're going to shoot us down." But on CIC, Saul's noticing something. His eye angles sharply and he speaks quietly to himself. They will not harm their own. ""Eight Vipers inbound," Athena calls, as the Colonies jump away. As the innocents make a lateral move. "Entering firing range..." The Demetrius is nowhere to be seen.
"Something isn't right," Saul says to himself, as the gunneries report: "Firing solution correct. Main battery standing by to fire on your command." Adama counts them down as they aim, and just before he speaks the word, Saul calls for a weapons hold. Bill stares at his oldest friend, just as the first Viper nears the Cylon ship; Demetrius jumps directly between them.
"Galactica, Demetrius. Do not fire. Baseship is disarmed and under Colonial command. Officers aboard." Dualla demands authentication, in a harder voice she's used lately. If we knew what kind of voice she'd been using lately... "Galactica, Demetrius." Helo authenticates both, Bravo Tango 8. "Do not fire. Starbuck and Athena have control of the Baseship." Bill and Saul stare at each other. How much of this is theatre? If the ties that bind us are stronger than those that would tear us apart, how far down do the lies go? It's been two months. Will they ever see those kids again? Are they seeing them now?