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Battlestar Galactica 2x9 – “Flight of the Phoenix”

SAME SHIT, DIFFERENT DAY

John: These last couple of Galactica episodes have been super sweet for me because I’ve been getting what I wanted. Everything is back to normal the way I like it. Roslin and Adama are in charge, everyone is together on the ship, Apollo is the CAG, Starbuck is playing cards and smoking cigars. While all this makes me happy, it’s too bad things continue to suck for the Galactica crew. Deteriorating conditions and the endless grind of running from the Cylons have taken their toll. Everyone’s on edge all the time.

Starbuck: I know! Gods! When I’m not the most difficult person to have a conversation with around here, you know things are frakked up.

John: Helo’s been having a tough time readjusting to life on the Galactica. A lot of his old friends are dead and the newer pilots don’t like or trust him because of his relationship with Sharon the Cylon. Racetrack, who I thought was Kat because she looks a lot like her, mouthed off to Starbuck after the pilots gave Helo the cold shoulder and got her face rammed into a table for her insolence.

Starbuck: I don’t care who or what he fraks, Helo saved my ass on Caprica. When I fell asleep in my old apartment with a lit cigar, Helo put it out before I burned the whole place down and us in it. And he shot Simon when I was escaping the farm. Or maybe it was Anders who did that? Whatever, Helo’s all right with me.

Rob: Is Helo back on duty? He's wearing the uniform and hanging out in the crew lounge, but I can't imagine anyone trusts him enough to let him take off in a Raptor.

Helo: Why not? Just let Sharon out of her cell and we can re-form our old crew. It'll be just like old times.

Rob: I wouldn't hold your breath on that one.

SHIP SHAPE

John: Chief Tyrol’s life is all fucked up. All the ships he and his crew are trying to maintain are falling apart. He still misses his Sharon the Cylon, even though there’s one in the brig, but that one is pregnant with Helo’s robot baby. Poor Tyrol was planning on quitting the service with his copy of Sharon the Cylon and starting a family with her. Now, all he’s got left is a life of trying to fix broken vehicles with no parts. Tyrol picked a fight with Helo that has been building for a while, then he channeled his energy into building a new fighter.

Colonel Tigh: What the hell is he doing? There’s no way that frakking thing’s gonna fly!

John: Despite all the pessimism from Tigh and even his own maintenance crew, Tyrol’s efforts at building a new fighter impressed Adama and soon, half the ship was helping out in its construction, including Duala and Starbuck. Tigh went looking for Tyrol and found him making booze to trade for parts from the fleet. Maybe it was Tyrol’s sad story about not having anything else but his work in his life, or maybe it was the warm feeling in Tigh’s heart when he found a new supplier of hooch, but he helped out Tyrol by leading him towards some spare engine parts on another ship.

Rob: Tyrol building the new Viper reminds me of the story about stone soup, where you come into down with nothing, and then everyone adds a piece. I guess it takes a village to build a space ship. I don't understand everyone's negativity about the fighter.

Chief Tyrol: It's all I have!

Rob: That's one way to put it. Another way to put it is that you don't have anything better to do. In all likelihood, they're all going to get annihilated by the Cylons anyway, so let the Chief have his fun for now.

DROP THE BOMB

John: A Cylon logic bomb that infiltrated the ship from when Gaeta tried his firewall gambit has been causing systems to malfunction throughout the ship. Dee got her first dose of what it’d been like if she worked on Star Trek when her console exploded in her face. When Tigh yelled at Gaeta to fix the problem, Gaeta yelled right back at him, something he’s been bottling up for months now.

Colonel Tigh: What the hell is his problem?!

John: You should see the tattoo he got on his chest. There’s a lot more to Felix Gaeta than meets the eye. Soon after, Starbuck, Apollo and Hot Dog were in the firing range shooting at pictures of Sharon the Cylon when the Cylon logic bomb struck, dropping the oxygen levels to kill them. Starbuck managed to save all their asses by shooting the glass of the door out. Adama gave the order for Helo to consult with Sharon the Cylon about the logic bomb and Helo had his priorities in order.

Helo: You don’t still love the Chief, do you? Oh, and there was something else I was supposed to ask you. Something about a Cylon logic bomb… so, do you have memories of when the other Sharon and the Chief had sex? Was he better than me?

Rob: Thankfully, the logic bomb works pretty slowly.

Sharon the Cylon: It integrates into your system and takes over. It'll start by just dicking around and doing piddling shit like blowing up consoles and dimming the lights for a half a second. But eventually it'll kill everyone.

Rob: Including you and your miracle from God baby?

Sharon the Cylon: I'm not sure. I'm not in the loop on The Plan anymore.

Rob: How is that baby doing anyway? What was going on last episode anyway? One minute you were in the emergency room with a camera shoved in your face in and the next you were back in your cell. What was that all about?

THE BAD NEWS IS THERE ISN’T ANY GOOD NEWS

John: The outlook for President Roslin has worsened. She has less than a month until she dies from breast cancer. I’m really gonna miss Roslin when she’s gone. Roslin didn’t confide the bad news to anyone and that’s a smart move. The last thing anyone needs is for people like Baltar and Tom Zarek to start making power plays knowing that Roslin’s time is limited. As if Roslin didn’t have enough bad news that day, Adama tells her about the Cylon logic bomb that’s about to disable Galactica as a prelude to an all-out Cylon attack.

President Roslin: Oh Gods! Is that all?

Commander Adama: My son and Lieutenant Thrace were almost suffocated today by the Cylon logic bomb.

President Roslin: Do you have any good news? Anything at all!

Commander Adama: Maintenance crewmember Cally, the one who shot the Cylon who shot me, is out of the brig today. She’s back on duty at the flight deck.

President Roslin: That’s terrific. Let’s give her a medal.

John: Adama did ask her advice as to whether he can trust the plan Sharon the Cylon came up with to deal with the logic bomb.

Commander Adama: It took everything I had not to wrap my hands around her throat.

John: Adama’s not the forgive and forget type when someone puts two slugs in his chest.

Rob: Adama was really running out of options though. Sure, Sharon the Cylon could've turned on them and screwed them over, but at that point it was basically about picking which Cylon will kill you. And Adama's already had experience with this model fucking him over. I guess it's kind of a "the devil you know" thing.

APOLLO HORNY

John: Poor Apollo can’t catch a break in the romance department. I’m not sure if Starbuck ever told Apollo about her boyfriend Anders on Caprica, but Apollo got the drift that he won’t be romancing Starbuck any time soon when he told her he loved her and she made fun of him. Now Apollo’s got a little crush on Dee, grabbing her in the gym during sparring practice and pulling her on top of him. Billy didn’t seem too bothered by it when he walked in on sparring practice.

Apollo: It was just an innocent game of grab-ass. That’s how we unwind on the Galactica.

John: Apollo’s best bet for some frakkin’ now might be if Roslin asks him to take her for a last spin before she croaks. Or he could ask Cally out. She’s pretty cute.

Apollo: Cally, huh? She did kill the toaster that shot my father. Yeah. Why not?

John: Dude, go for it. It’s ridiculous a good-looking guy like you can’t get a woman.

Rob: Especially with those abs. I can't get over those. You'd need one of those explosive shells they were using to kill the invading Cylons to get through Apollo's stomach if you want to gut shoot him.

Sharon the Cylon: I'll keep that in mind, thanks.

Rob: You wouldn't think Billy would be much competition for Apollo, but with Roslin about to die, he could end up holding a whole bunch of cards. Of course, he'll have to watch out for a certain unstable fellow with a conniving blonde whispering in his ear.

Colonel Tigh: Hey, why would I want to mess with Billy.

Rob: Sorry, Colonel, I meant the other one.

CYLON ON THE BRIDGE

John: Gaeta and Baltar came up with a crazy gambit to wipe all of Galactica’s memory banks and cold start the entire system with their pre-war startups.

Baltar: I must warn you, you will lose all your pre-stored passwords, cookies, email addresses and preferences, but it’s the only way to eliminate this logic bomb.

John: Just as hundreds of Cylon raiders arrived en masse to attack Galactica, Sharon the Cylon was lead in chains to CIC, where she cut her hand open with Dee’s father’s pocket knife and inserted a fiber optic cable into her hand. I think I remember Viki from Small Wonder doing something similar when the house she lived in lost electricity. Anyway, Tigh was freaking out, the Viper pilots staring at hundreds of Cylon raiders were freaking out, and Adama put a gun to her head, but Sharon the Cylon not only cold started Galactica’s systems and erased the logic bomb, she sent a signal back to the Cylon fleet, disabling it. As the Vipers had fun blowing the helpless Cylon raiders to smithereens, Adama and Sharon the Cylon came to an understanding.

Commander Adama: I still want you dead. I hate you. Thanks for saving my ship.

Rob: Was Helo on the bridge to see that performance from his girlfriend? That would kind of gross me out. But then again, it's another input. Talk about a hand job there. Anyway, it's good that one human-model Cylon can just disable an entire fleet like that. They should just keep Sharon the Cylon up on the bridge and have her wipe out any Cylon opposition they encounter, since it's so easy.

THIS BIRD’S GONNA FLY

John: With no metal to build a shell, Helo came up with the idea to use carbon composite for Tyrol’s newly-dubbed Blackbird, making it a stealth fighter. Starbuck piloted the Blackbird on its maiden test run and freaked Apollo out by pretending she disappeared. So now the humans have a stealth fighter that neither Galactica’s not the Cylons’ dradis can detect.

Racetrack: Good call using carbon composites.

Helo: Thanks, it was my Cylon girlfriend’s idea.

John: The crew invited Roslin to the flight deck to Christen the Blackbird, which the deck crew all signed and named “Laura” after the President. Roslin freaked them out when she went to smash the champagne bottle on the Blackbird’s nose. That’s what I would’ve done too. Aren’t you supposed to smash the bottle on the ship when you Christen it? Anyway, with the victory over the Cylons and everyone pitching into build a working Blackbird, morale is up and people are happy. It’s a good time for Chief Tyrol to have a heart to heart talk with Sharon the Cylon. Too bad we couldn’t listen in on that conversation.

Rob: I don't think they're making too many more bottles of champagne, so you probably don't want to waste perfectly good ones, even in the name of tradition. This way, you can refill the bottle with the Chief's hooch. The "Laura" looks pretty neat though. Maybe if there had been more Lauras before the Cylons attacked, humanity wouldn't be sitting on the brink of extinction.

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