Six Fugue! Chip Six sits on his desk in a very clean and happy office. "There's nothing you can do, Gaius. It'll be okay." He's like happy to see her; I don't know if it's because he thinks she's Caprica Six or because she is Caprica Six or if he's just happy to see Chip Six or what. All the above. "Help me." She explains, back in her usual role of pointing out to him the things he can't actually admit for himself, that he has to sign it, or else they are going to kill him. Not some other time but right this second. "I can't. I won't! You can't force... " She leans in sweetly. "Sometimes you have to do things you hate, so you can survive to fight another day." He looks down at the page, back in his office. But he's already signed it. The Cylons all stare down at him. Three takes it brightly and leaves; he begins to cry. Boomer's eyes are full and she swallows deeply as she looks at him and waits for Caprica to come back.
"I, Sharon Agathon, do now pledge my faith and my loyalty to the protection of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, and will carry out the lawful orders of my superiors as an officer in the Colonial Fleet."
WHAT? That's AWESOME! Adama congratulates Sharon on her commission. He is so far ahead of the curve with this shit: the Cylons have been trying everything they can to swallow humanity whole since before the Armistice; it's about time he started biting back. Become the enemy, make them into your image, until nobody knows the difference anymore.
Sharon and Helo stand alone, holding each other, in their matching uniforms. She's still kind of agog. "You know what this means to me?" Helo tells her how one of the first things you learn in the Academy is that symbols matter: uniforms, flags, banners, even mascots. "They're like pieces of your heart you can look at." He looks her in the eye and tells her the uniform means a lot to him. "I know it does, Helo. It means a lot to me too. I won't betray it." Aww.
They kiss, but you have to fill in the blanks, which goes something like, "... Until I find out they stole our baby and told us it was dead -- moments after I narrowly missed a forced abortion -- and the deposed president has been living off our baby's blood ever since like some fracked-up vampire. Because at that point I will kill each and every one of you bitches." And she'll be right, too, and I will cheer her on.
As the crew clears her Raptor for flight, she asks permission to ask Adama another intense question: "How do you really know that you can trust me?" He looks at her evenly: "I don't. That's what trust is. Good hunting, Lieutenant." She salutes' Bill and Helo salute back, the two men that love her best in the world. I am so, so scared about this baby thing now! I can't stop thinking about it!