Hotdog's dradis starts beeping: inbound bogey, bearing 149er. Helo spools up, gaetas for condition one. This is not a drill. And because it's not a drill, you know damn well what she sees next: "Demetrius, Hotdog. I've got visual. Cylon Heavy Raider..."
"Son of a bitch, I knew it," she grits, almost joyous. This is the proof she's the dove, and nobody can see it. Nobody knows that this is the next step, the olive branch, the proof. I always thought of the singularity as an abomination, too different and strange to be anything but scary. If the whole point is that everything changes at once, it can look like the end. Kara sees to the other side. And as Hotdog's noting the terrific damage all over the thing, and begs for her input, all she do is speak to it, ping across the black to that angel, coming closer, in a form she barely recognizes anymore. "Come on. Talk to me, shoot me, do something..." It cartwheels, sickening, end-over-end, flotsam of a civil war, and she can't even hear him as Hotdog remembers the mission, and asks for her orders again, meaning it desperately this time.
"Kara. I'm alone. It's not an attack. I knew I'd find you. Knew you'd be out here searching..."
She says his name, almost silently, afraid to break the spell.
"I'm here for you. To offer a truce between Cylon and human. And a chance for you to complete your journey."
But what her eyes are looking at, we'll never know for sure.
THE ANIMAL PART THAT CONTROLS IT
(Machines offer succor and temptation to Machines.)
39,676 souls in the Fleet. Something was born, between last week and just now.
Gaeta comes rushing into CIC, shouting out his brief: "Heavy Raider's docked at the aft airlock. The animal part that controls it looks dead. We only found the one Leoben aboard... Starbuck's still taking one hell of a chance." Helo points out that Leoben is, as we know, a very clever Cylon: "If he wanted to kill us, we'd all be dead by now." Which only means that he wants something else, mutters Athena, implying that it's something horrible. Which: probably it is. But we could at least try a little home court noblesse oblige, considering you used to play for them.
The Marines and Sharon cock their guns as the Leoben's brought in, but he's not looking at them. "Kara," he says as she enters. His skin, his flesh and bones, awake as she enters. "Thank you for this. We were praying for a miracle." She nods curtly. "It wasn't a miracle. It's like I knew you were out there." Mathias reports that the Heavy Raider's not emitting anything; it's not nuclear or anything, and Helo tells her to keep checking it for tracking bugs. Leoben smiles at Kara, and she shakes it off: "Don't look at me like that." But he knows.