Into the tidal stresses and debris surrounding the Colony; the music is as wild as any other battle. When Galactica jumps in, their gun batteries go wild all over her, lighting her up, firing and firing, never letting up. She is scraped and bruised, coming apart. The CIC is wrecked, men and women falling over. Bill stands strong. She can't take much more, Saul cries out, as the barrage continues from all sides. It is terrible, and beautiful.
"It's time, Sam." Ellen plugs him in; eyes dart, and there's that sound again: like something spinning up, coming alive, putting itself back together. The Hybrids sing their constant song: God telling lullabies, singing stories only God is meant to hear. Sam sings along with them, and then he is there with them. Her blue and white goes red, and she stares up, at the laughing stars; he is with her. She sings to God and God sings back songs of war, but Sam's voice overpowers them all. (Next, the Galactica will ram itself into the Colony's soft places. I'm just saying.) The Hybrid was made to knit herself across the universe, touching everywhere at once; the Hybrid was made to hold the whole ship in her hand, touching all of them at once. The Hybrid has no interest in guns, but she never gets a vote. Aspiration, but no voice. I imagine you would call it relief, once Sam has calmed them again.
The guns stop; the Raiders prepare to launch. Saul sends the Vipers and Raptors out toward the Colony, and Bill runs Galactica into its side. Amid screams and groans, sparks and fires, Bill looks up at dradis: a mangled mess of red Raiders and green friendlies, and then just red-green static as they blend and jitter on the screen. Galactica groans, horribly, and the Raiders swarm.
Hotdog leads his wing into the breach as Lee's Marines find their way into the Colony, looking amazing and waving the Red Stripes ahead of the squad. Out in the black, Cartwheel dies; Athena and Helo make nervous conversation; Skulls arms their Raptor's nukes and begins to tell a funny story. Asteroid rock smashes through the screen, killing Racetrack and Skulls; their Raptor lists sickeningly. Athena's Raptor docks against the Colony's skin, and their strike team boards, stalking through the corridors taking down Centurions of many shapes, toward her daughter.