Lorne Greene: Commander Adama
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[under the personal command of Count Baltar, an enormous armada of Cylon raiders attacks the Colonial fleet]
Count Baltar : [from the command seat of a Cylon raider] This time, the Galactica hasn't a chance. Concentrate our fighters on the Galactica's landing bays! Her warriors won't be able to refuel, reload or land!
[Cylon raiders converge on the Galactica's Alpha flight bay and one breaks through the bay's force field and punches into the interior wall, exploding into a raging fire]
Flight Officer Omega : Fire in the bay.
Commander Adama : [expecting the worst] Damage report.
Flight Officer Omega : It's out of control. Alpha Bay is completely cut off.
[Cylon raiders blast away at the Galactica and the fleet's civilian ships as the Galactica's viper squadrons fight back]
Count Baltar : Continue leading her warriors away from the main fleet. They can't stay aloft using full battle thrusters for very long.
Cylon Centurion : A word of caution. We too are expending great amounts of fuel in a sustained attack.
[Baltar's raider joins a Cylon phalanx as it shoots down several vipers directly ahead]
Count Baltar : [smiling maliciously] Yes, but we have a place to land, they do not, or *will* not before long.
[the Galactica continues to take Cylon fire as the battlestar Pegasus, undetected by Cylon forces, is maneuvering into position]
Flight Officer Tolan : We are running parallel to the attacking Cylons on their rear flank, but the Galactica is reporting heavy damage to her landing bays.
[Commander Cain studies the main scanner]
Commander Cain : Bring her around sixty degrees. We're going in.
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Commander Cain : [over the intercom] Greetings, Adama, you old wardaggit. Might have known I'd find you and your fleet sitting dead on your astrums.
Commander Adama : [surprised] Cain... of all that's holy.
Commander Cain : [over the intercom] There's nothing holy about me, Adama. Except maybe what I'm doing to those golmonging Cylons.
Commander Adama : It's a miracle, Cain. A blessed miracle.
Commander Cain : [over the intercom] I make my own miracles. But have it your way. I'll be aboard in a few centons.
Commander Adama : I'll have some vintage Ambrosa for you.
Commander Cain : [over the intercom] I should think so.
Colonel Tigh : Commander, it's impossible. Cain perished along with the Fifth Fleet, two yahrens ago.
Commander Adama : Yes, Colonel, but that's the fabric of miracles - the impossible.
