A List With Nothing On It
Fifteen months ago, Felix Gaeta was a high-placed human administrator on Cylon-occupied New Caprica. He would meet with Sweet Eight, and hand over lists of names. He was doing the right thing.
Brooks can't quite get his fingers inside the panel to fix the loose connection; Hard Eight offers to take over and he gives her his pliers. She reaches the connection, and adjusts it, and then before anyone can move, she's shaking, jerking, struck by lightning. Esrin kicks her free, and Gaeta checks for her pulse, but she's gone. Brooks begins to scream in fear, about how it could have been him, but Sweet Eight distracts him, pointing to the pliers: the rubber insulation on the grips has all been stripped away. Shark figures they just wore off, but Sweet Eight suggests it was a human, trying to kill a Cylon, "someone didn't like the idea of a machine breathing their air."
Brooks points out that they were his, and a more slender hand on his part would have resulted in his death, but she calls him out: how could he, a deckhand, not have noticed the bare metal? Tempers flare, craziness abounds, oxygen depletes; Gaeta tells them all to shut up, issues the word that it was an accident, and wonders what to do about the corpse. Sweet Eight makes the hard call: her sister's mortal body will soon begin to decay, release methane and hydrogen sulfide, and corrupt their air. She talks the five who are left into putting on flight suits, and spacing her dead sister in the unknown black. While they're putting on their flight suits, she tells Gaeta she has an idea; she'll tell him about how they can get home when everyone's asleep, but he has to trust her.
On New Caprica, Gaeta wrote down names for her, and numbers. "This list... Some of these people I haven't seen in a long time. They may already be... Gods." Sweet Eight assured him that the Ones kept excellent records, as machines were meant to do, and that, as per their agreement, she would free the prisoners on the list. She swore they could do it; she promised.
Fifteen months later, Racetrack and Hoshi launch Raptor 1029 from Galactica. Because if you're looking for something at random, Racetrack will always be your best bet.
Hard Eight floats among unfamiliar stars; the makeshift crew of 718 beds down for their last night of sleep. Gaeta's leg begins to ache, and he guiltily injects himself with morpha. Sweet Eight pretends to be asleep, but she sees it. She sees it all: his weakness and his needs, his hungers; the way he'd give his other leg, for a better world. How he will trust anyone that promises to lead him home again. A list you could love anyone for. A fire inside.