WHERE EYES ARE USELESS
Tigh hangs up on CIC and comes to Bill, moping at the tactical board. "Recon Raptor just reported back. The Resurrection Hub's gone. No sign of the Baseship carrying the President, assuming that's where they were headed." Bill reminds us that they were looking for Three; to us it means we get to see her again, she'll stand and walk and love again. To Saul, it means his life ends. "We find it, we'll find them," gruffs Bill, and turns away. By "them," he means "her," of course; Saul coughs. "Starbuck's having trouble fielding enough planes to fly a standard CAP. Wants us to consider having the Fleet bunch up tighter, so it's easier to defend." Gather the wagons; bring the family closer. It means nothing. "It means counting on a bunch of civvies flying close formation... Organize it." He stares and goes off. He's already gone.
On Colonial One, Zarek's having the obligatory fit on Lee's tiny ass. This isn't about power, it's about how this all happened before and will happen again. He stayed close, stayed sharp and stayed strong; he organized the Circle, he fought for his people. It's not id and it's not ego: "I got you appointed to this job. Pulled strings, called in favors, all because I thought you might do some good. Now you're advising me to step aside from a position that by law is mine. A position I was elected to." Lee points out that he wasn't elected President, and Tom reminds him that of all the Presidents since the Exodus, exactly one was elected, and he landed everybody in hell. "But I was! Elected! To office! Which is more! Than Roslin! Can claim! Why do you think she kept me on in the first place? To thank me for rolling over? No. No, to help legitimize her coup." So that's the story he's telling himself now. It's not wrong, but it's not the most expansive either.
"In the military, we used to talk about facts on the ground. Well, the facts on the ground are these: Right or wrong, Adama will never recognize you as President, and we need someone he will. Now, the Quorum has a legal authority to appoint an interim President in a time of crisis." Zarek shakes his head, wanting to get to it. Wanting to just get there already. Because I'll tell you this: Lee was heading for this the second he said goodbye to Kara in the brig, before Demetrius. He's been heading for this since the very second Laura Roslin reached out and blessed his head like Esau, and told him one day he'd weigh their lives in his hand. The word is trajectory.