‘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!
THE DILEMMAS OF TIGH AND TORY
It’s almost as if, when Laura takes her wig off, the kid gloves come with it. When Tory came bounding into Roslin’s office, the president greeted her with the harmless-sounding ”What is it about the Galactica that gives you such a glow?” Then, in a heartbeat, Laura exposed Tory’s fling with Baltar and directed her to find out who’s been supplying Gaius with the information for his pirate broadcast. ”I’ve just been informed,” Laura said, ”that you’ve been spotted down there enough times to be a charter member of his nymph squad.” After Tory confessed, Laura finished by saying: ”I don’t really care if you have to spend the night on your knees praying, or just on your knees, I want a name.”
I’d like to pause here for an oh, snap!
How quickly Tory’s credibility evaporated. Smacked down by Laura, she ran back to Baltar to find the secrets about those secrets. Which she did, because the good doctor never could resist a sexy Cylon.
As for Tigh, he’s one of the few people in on the details of the joint Cylon-human mission, which could expose him, Tyrol, Tory, and Anders. Despite his passionate urging to blow that resurrection hub all to frak and never mind the identities of the Final Five — and thus keep his secret — the plan stays on track.
WHAT THE HERA WAS THAT?
Me, personally, I would’ve loved to never have set foot (or eyes, I suppose) back in that opera house. That whole unified-dream thing between Roslin, Six, and Sharon — all chasing after the hybrid baby Hera — never sat too well with me. Just one of the plunges into deep-dish spirituality this show occasionally indulges in that pull me right out of the gritty reality.
Because of this Dream of the Opera House, this episode tumbled a little off the rails for me. Because of that dream, Athena thought her daughter was going to run off with Natalie Six (okay, Hera’s creepy 6 drawings and her cryptic ”bye-bye” didn’t help) — and shot Natalie down. Because of that dream, Laura and Baltar headed over to the baseship for an audience with the off-line Cylon hybrid. When they reconnected her, she jumped the basestar to parts unknown.
As much as that was a mind-blowing cliff-hanger — for my money, better than any of the recent two-parters — I didn’t dig the way they got there. Still, it was an episode that continued last week’s trend of delivering events that promise to have far-reaching implications.
What did you think? Did you feel as bad for poor Gaeta as I did? (Though Alessandro Juliani does have a beautiful voice, if that’s indeed his.) How come there wasn’t any fallout from the mutiny on the Demetrius? Did you buy Natalie Six’s speech about the rebel Cylons’ newfound desire for mortality — or was that just one more seduction, on a grand scale?