As Starbuck drops down through the clouds, she sees a mighty storm, twisting around and around, never ending: the Eye of Jupiter, again. Her jaw drops; lightning plays across the storm below. It takes Lee's voice to wake her up, as usual: "Do you have visual?" She looks away from the Eye, and calls out the position to her CAG; she shoots and dives down toward the Raider, who shoots and scores. Alarms begin to sound, like a noise coming across the water, like a sonic boom for something that hasn't hit yet. "Took a hit. Still flying." She got her wings six years ago. Adama searches for the Raider; Gaeta notes Starbuck's velocity, her angle of approach, her descent: she's getting close to the planetary hard deck (sigh) and if she goes down too far, if she stays on course, the atmospheric density will keep her from reaching orbit again. The word is trajectory: if Boomer was always meant to die on the floor of Hera's nursery, if we did that to her, wasn't that just fate, opening like a flower? Isn't this the trajectory Kara's always been looking for: if she goes down too far, she'll be crushed, and Tigh grumbles that this will occur "like a cheap soda can," because apparently he drinks really expensive soda? Which is not a thing that I knew to exist?
Starbuck ignores Apollo as he screams, shooting down into the storm, into the Eye, and his voice climbs higher and higher. It's nothing he hasn't been saying to her since they met; nothing he doesn't scream every time they have a conversation: "Starbuck, you're getting too low. Break off and climb. I repeat, Starbuck, you're getting too low, break off and climb!" Out the Viper window as she drops into the Eye, there's a man, indistinct, in Elysium, in a white room, illuminated by lightning as it flashes and disappears again. "Starbuck, get out of there. Starbuck, come in. Can you read? Starbuck, you're getting too low. Break off and climb! Get up!" I mean to say that Lee Adama begs her to climb, and she willfully ignores him, drawn forward by music across the water. "Hotdog, do you have a visual on Starbuck? Starbuck, come in. Do you read? Starbuck, pull out! That is an order. Pull out!" (That's what she said!) Kara snaps out of it, and climbs briefly, dipping down once again as she sees the bogey, teasing her away, into the darkest parts of the storm, a will o' wisp, an angel. And still the breathing, and the rain, as she strives further, and pulls away.
"Where'd I take the hits, Chief?" Chief is sorry to admit that she took them nowhere at all: she heard the crash, felt the impact, sounded the alarm, took it on the chin. It was just the bugs jumping; it's fear that gets you killed. "What? I felt the impact. Damn Viper felt like I hit a brick wall!" He promises to keep checking, but the funny thing about getting shot at is that you can often tell just by looking with your eyeballs. In the "bonus" scene, which are hilarious in how much they piss people off with the whole being-worthless thing, and I swear it's gotta be a SciFi issue, like they think they'll somehow fool people into thinking they're getting some kind of special thing they'd be getting if they had the internet, or something. I don't know who's watching SciFi that doesn't have the internet and/or could possibly feel like they were winning something awesome with this strategy, but I also know that everybody hates the bonus scenes, and that's funny. So in the bonus scene, Kara wigs the frack out on Chief after discovering a little hydraulic fluid leak, because the seals are so old, just like on Daru Mozu, and she bitches at him about drinking "moonshine" in the Tool Room, and how meanwhile she'll be up in her "bird" and that if some gear "buckles" when she "traps," then something impenetrable and very, very masculine-sounding will happen. In a case of bonus scene mimicking art, we cut to footage of Weddle & Thompson as young men, doodling in their notebooks in elementary school, guns and bombs and a robot with guns for arms shooting a plane made out of guns that fires guns, because we get it, we get it, we get it! Wilco or whatever! Words!