‘Battlestar Galactica’: The Cylons’ new plan
Finally, the band’s back together. No more suffering in the sweatbox called Demetrius with Starbuck and the Mutineers while Galactica deals with Gaius Baltar’s Hawt Love Cult (and, yes, I’m gonna keep calling it that, unless I switch to the Concubine Compound — jury’s out) and the Final Cylons ”find themselves.” Everyone’s back in the same quadrant of space, and boy, was it ever crowded. After all, there’s nothing like a Cylon baseship to give you a sense of scale, to remind you how puny the ships of the Colonial fleet really are.
Now, on to the strands that wove together for another mostly fine episode of Battlestar Galactica, in which the best-laid plans of (computer) mice and men go astray.
REQUIEM FOR A FIGHTER JOCK
Once again, Lee was up in Laura’s face, this time about one of Baltar’s pirate broadcasts, which claimed that she’d been sharing prophetic visions with Sharon Agathon and the captured Six. Lee was trying to browbeat her into coming clean, publicly, with the truth of the matter. He was trying to lecture her about responsibility to the fleet. And I didn’t blame her for coming down on him like a ton of bricks (with the corners shaved off, natch). The burden of the fleet’s welfare has been weighing her down from the get-go.
I wish we got to see more colors to Mr. Adama, because there he just looked like an angry bulldog. As I mentioned a few weeks back, Lee had failed to live up to the promise that executive producer Ronald D. Moore claimed he had, out of the flight suit. Until now, he remained the Quorum of Twelve’s handsome hall monitor. But later, when Lee found Laura in her hospital bed, we got our first real glimpse of the role he could fulfill. I would say he can be the mediator, but that’s not quite right, because he’s not necessarily looking to settle arguments. He’s not neutral ground, since he does have an opinion. Nor is he anyone’s conscience. It’s more like he might be a petri dish, or a combustion chamber that can combine elements. After all, Lee has been straddling disparate worlds since he got to Galactica — he hated/respected his father, loved/hated Kara, served as the CAG/disliked what the military was doing — and he managed to forge something new for himself every time.
And he persuaded Roslin to talk to the Quorum and explain precisely why she’s doing what she’s doing. Or, rather, let Natalie Six do the explaining for her. After all, the Cylons do have a plan.
YOU SAY YOU DON’T WANT A RESURRECTION?
After jumping into the midst of the fleet — with Athena and Starbuck aboard and without the Demetrius to run interference — the Cylon baseship barely avoided destruction, thanks to a last-minute reprieve from Tigh. (Though I must say that I found it odd that his countermanding of Adama’s order to open fire didn’t earn Tigh more than just a few looks and a ”thank you” from the Old Man.)
The big guns holstered, Natalie Six made her way to Galactica and told Adama, Roslin, and Tigh what the rebel Cylons were offering — the coordinates of the Cylon resurrection hub, and with it the capacity to destroy the means through which every Cylon could download — and what they wanted in return: assistance in unboxing the D’Annas and, once that model identifies the Final Five, permission to leave the fleet with their hidden brethren.
Heck of a deal, one that each side decided to alter in its own way, unbeknownst to the other. The Colonials planned to see the operation through — by doing so, making their mortal enemies truly mortal — but refuse to turn over the discovered Final Five until they find Earth. As for the rebel Cylons, since part of the plan was to stage the attack from the baseship using Colonial Vipers, they were going to wait until they unboxed D’Anna and then take the humans hostage until they get the Five.
NEXT: Tory’s secret love bared!