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First part of the miniseries picspam I'm doing while waiting for season 4.5 to start. There are around 30 pictures here so it'll probably load a bit slow. I wanted to capture every important moment of the episode so there's a bit of everyone.
Un picspam para pasar el rato hasta el 2009. La letra son citas de cada momento.
The cylons were created by man. They were the product of a desire to make life easier on the planet Kobol. At first, they were simple robots. Toys. Conversation pieces at parties for the rich and trendy. The cylons became more advanced. Began to work the mines. Do the hard and dangerous work Man no longer wished to do. And when the people of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol decided to war against each other, the Cylons began to do their fighting and killing for them too. The Cylons were the greatest soldiers the planet had ever seen. Smart. Fast. Deadly. They made decisions without waiting for orders. And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters. The Twelve Colonies rallied together for the first time in centuries. Betrayed by their own technology, they fought the Cylons with weapons that didn't rely on computers. After a long and bloody struggle, the war finally ended. An armistice was declared. The Cylons left Kobol for another world to call their own. A remote space station was built where Cylon and Human could meet and mantain diplomatic relations. Every month, the Colonials send and officer.
The Cylons send no one. No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years.
Are you alive?
The Cylon War is long over, yet we cannot forget the reasons why...
If the commander will take a closer look... at the tail numbering.
Nebula 7242 Constellation. Oh, my God. Where did you find her?
"Starbuck." Now there's a callsign. Starbuck. Starbuck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck.
How's the wife?
I'm afraid the tests are positive. The mass is malignant.
Miss me?
Do you love me, Gaius?
It's a real pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm sure you've heard this before. I'm a great admirer of your father's. The service is gonna miss him when he retires.
Well, I'm sure someone will. Is your auto-landing system down? I was hands-on for the whole approach.
(Here we go.)
I've got ten years experience breaking down and stripping every component in every system that's ever been installed in every spacecraft on my hangar deck.
That gimbal is broken.
Shut up. Sir.
Let me explain something to you. Many good men and women lost their lives aboard this ship because someone wanted a faster computer to make life easier. I'm sorry that I'm inconveniencing you or the teachers, but I will not allow a network computerised system to be placed on this ship while I'm in command.
So, how long's it been?
Two years.
Two years. We must be getting old.
Seems like the funeral was just a couple months ago.
Get out. Spare me your feigned self-awareness and remorse. I came here because I have something to tell you.
"A man isn't a man until he wears the wings of a viper pilot." Doesn't that sound at all familiar to you?
That's not fair, son.
So now you're telling me you're a machine.
I've said it three times now.
[...]
What are you doing?
Phoning my attorney. He'll know what to do. He's the best in the business.
That won't be necessary because in a few hours no one will be left to charge you with anything.
[...]
Humanity's children are returning home... Today.
Next is a ceremonial fly-by by the last Galactica squadron.
The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but... Sometimes is too high. You know, when we fought the cylons... We did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answer the question, why? Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed, spite, jealousy. And we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsability for anything that we've done. Like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God. Create life. [...] You cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.
What have I done? What am I going to do?
I don't want to die.
Attention all colonial units. Cylon attack underway. This is no drill.
Action stations, action stations. Set conditionn one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
All right, people, let's go. Let's get this hangar bay ready for possible incoming.
This is a joke. The fleet's playing a joke on you. It's a retirement prank. Come on.
I don't think so.
Pilots you got but fighters...
I think I seem to remember an entire squadron of fighters down on the starboard hangar deck yesterday.
Un picspam para pasar el rato hasta el 2009. La letra son citas de cada momento.
The Cylons send no one. No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years.
Are you alive?
The Cylon War is long over, yet we cannot forget the reasons why...
If the commander will take a closer look... at the tail numbering.
Nebula 7242 Constellation. Oh, my God. Where did you find her?
"Starbuck." Now there's a callsign. Starbuck. Starbuck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck.
How's the wife?
I'm afraid the tests are positive. The mass is malignant.
Miss me?
Do you love me, Gaius?
It's a real pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm sure you've heard this before. I'm a great admirer of your father's. The service is gonna miss him when he retires.
Well, I'm sure someone will. Is your auto-landing system down? I was hands-on for the whole approach.
(Here we go.)
I've got ten years experience breaking down and stripping every component in every system that's ever been installed in every spacecraft on my hangar deck.
That gimbal is broken.
Shut up. Sir.
Let me explain something to you. Many good men and women lost their lives aboard this ship because someone wanted a faster computer to make life easier. I'm sorry that I'm inconveniencing you or the teachers, but I will not allow a network computerised system to be placed on this ship while I'm in command.
So, how long's it been?
Two years.
Two years. We must be getting old.
Seems like the funeral was just a couple months ago.
Get out. Spare me your feigned self-awareness and remorse. I came here because I have something to tell you.
"A man isn't a man until he wears the wings of a viper pilot." Doesn't that sound at all familiar to you?
That's not fair, son.
So now you're telling me you're a machine.
I've said it three times now.
[...]
What are you doing?
Phoning my attorney. He'll know what to do. He's the best in the business.
That won't be necessary because in a few hours no one will be left to charge you with anything.
[...]
Humanity's children are returning home... Today.
Next is a ceremonial fly-by by the last Galactica squadron.
The cost of wearing the uniform can be high, but... Sometimes is too high. You know, when we fought the cylons... We did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answer the question, why? Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed, spite, jealousy. And we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsability for anything that we've done. Like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God. Create life. [...] You cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.
What have I done? What am I going to do?
I don't want to die.
Attention all colonial units. Cylon attack underway. This is no drill.
Action stations, action stations. Set conditionn one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
All right, people, let's go. Let's get this hangar bay ready for possible incoming.
This is a joke. The fleet's playing a joke on you. It's a retirement prank. Come on.
I don't think so.
Pilots you got but fighters...
I think I seem to remember an entire squadron of fighters down on the starboard hangar deck yesterday.
