I don't often say this, because it's generally not as true as it could be, but Gaius Baltar looks gorgeous, meeting with Roslin and the aides in Adama's quarters. Just luminous and stunning and righteously angry. Adama: "Well, the important thing is, the error was discovered and corrected. You've been elected President. Congratulations." Baltar thanks him snippily, but keeps going: "Now, about this error. Exactly what kind of a tabulating error could have occurred on your ship that could've swung several thousand votes away from me in favor of your preferred candidate, Admiral? As soon as I have the time, there will be an investigation." Adama, without his glare-proofing glasses, speaks, deadly and without rising: "I suggest that you take your victory and you leave it at that, Doctor." Gaius twitches as they trade steely looks: "I think you'll find I can be...magnanimous in victory, Admiral. And I believe the correct honorific at this time is Mr. President-Elect." Once more, his feelings are hurt. Like Adama was going to roll over for him, like he did Cain. Like Gaius has earned anything but the Presidency. Like he was going to get not only Roslin's office, but all her awesome friends. Like there's anyone he could ever trust. Anyone that would ever respect him. "Set course for New Caprica," he clips out, and turns on his heel. Bill looks down, so tired.

The Fleet jumps into New Caprica's orbit, Gaeta calling their location, Dualla accounting for the ships of the Fleet. Adama duallas to the Pegasus to launch her initial ground team. She does it, but she sighs first. Speaking of the collusioneers, Tigh watches Adama through this, drops his chin. "Let's get a good look at our new home,"says Adama. He meets Tigh's eyes, and intones -- though Olmos was resistant, because he feels Adama is entirely atheist -- "Gods help us all." Not even them, bitches. You froze them out the second you decided to settle. Cavil was right. You're on your own.

Cloud 9. Gaius sits on Gina's couch; across the coffee table, she sits, bare feet beneath her. He's got a super-sleazy but not unattractive butterfly-collar swinger thing happening. She arranges her DEMAND PEACE papers and he breathes nervously, clearly about to say something awful.