"Now, let's talk about the surprise element. First wave of Vipers are gonna ride in engines cold. Dradis and comm off, 'mmmkay?" Towed by cables from the turkeys. Pike, for once not trying to be insubordinate, points out that when you're kissing a turkey's gashole ("so to speak") and they tap on the brakes, what happens is that you break your face en route to jamming it up said gashole. So to speak. Because Pike still doesn't get that the Cylons are robots, and incapable of fucking that part up. "They won't. It'll work, you guys. Really. When you're close enough, the cable's gonna disconnect. We're mounting small explosive charges to cut it." Which is dependent on the Colonials, right? The guys in back, that won't even be able to accelerate out of anything, they're the ones that decide when to cut and fly around them. Right? Nope: "Cylon pilots cut the cable. Then you sling out of their birds and you turn your power on. You're gonna be gunning directly at the Hub's FTL. Then it's an all-out fight until we can get in there with the nukes." Pike, still not trying to start shit, repeats the question: "Yeah, so if the Cylons don't lift up, then we're toast, right...?" There are murmurs and the deck's alive with the sound of mutiny and whatever, and Pike's like, "Seriously, this is a concern I have. I am not making a spectacle of myself. For once."
Twinset steps up; speaking of Athena. Speaking like Athena: "Hey. Hey! Pilots! You've flown with Cylons. You've flown with Athena, you put your life in her hands, and she hasn't betrayed you. Well, I am the same as her." Helo is... not loving that. "Now all of these Cylons here, all of these people? They're pilots like you, and they're gonna be out in the soup with you, taking out other Cylons, just like Athena does every time she's asked to." They're turning their skins inside out, and nobody knows what they'll look like. They are teaching their people, with blunt force, the last lesson Natalie ever learned, and the first one Sharon did. This isn't a love story. They're expected to be human. Filters. Control. We will be human -- we will be okay -- once we stop doing that which makes us most beautiful. Because nobody told us something better.
"And when that Hub is taken out, all of their lives will be at risk." A scared Eight; a scared Six. Hotdog gets it. Seelix and Pike, predictably less so. "Just like yours. So you might want to think about how you're gonna work together, because we're all dead if you don't." They chill out and Helo momma-dogs them some more. "Moving on..."