But Roslin, recovering from her momentary headache, is sure that it's a Cylon trick; more sure than Adama. Remember what happened last time her death got close? Forced abortions, airlockings galore. She doesn't have the wiggle room that Bill has, to wait and wonder and see if it's Kara after all. She knows the Fleet doesn't have that time either. And the thing that has always made her scarier than Bill is that she is able to turn off that thing, and make the call. Not a Razor, she's not like that. Just...the Olympic Carrier is always with us. And Laura keeps their names written on a piece of paper, and carries it close to her heart, and that's how she makes the pieces fit.
Felix Gaeta -- and don't think I've forgiven you yet, missy -- notes the more than two hundred Raiders that are suddenly inbound, and Adama gives his CAG Helo the order to take them out. Helo sets up the Raiders as a back defense, and Vipers jump for battle. The ones out on CAP, and Lee's old Viper, and now Kara's shiny new one, head in.
"Don't lose me this time, Apollo," she laughs. It's a joke to her. To her, it's a joke. She doesn't know yet.
"Splash one!" Starbuck gets blood on her Viper, and laughs aloud, back in the fight. She doesn't remember a time she wasn't in love with flight, and with fighting; she doesn't remember the storm.
"Take that, you frakkin' toasters!" she screams, while they listen on the bridge. Laura repeats for the third or fourth time that it's a Cylon trick, and Saul stares at his friend Bill, who stares at nothing, and listens to the voice of his dead daughter. Her joyful warrior's laugh.
The battle continues, and the Vipers manage to stop the main Raider thrust from the Basestars, but the reserve get through, and head for the civilian Fleet. The Admiral calls for full commitment, now that his people are in direct danger, but Saul can't hear him. He's a million miles away. "Saul. Saul! What the hell is wrong with you?"