"Caprica is burning." --the Hybrid
This is one of two or three scenes in the Battlestar Galactica telefilm, 'The Plan' (1st aired 01.10.10 ) that I really liked. The Hybrid remains strange and intriguing. Not human, not cylon but the heart and brain of each basestar.
A Hybrid summarizes the Fall of the Twelve Colonies and notes all but the colony of Sagittaron.
"Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerilon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are burning. The plains of Leonis are burning. The jungles of Scorpia are burning. The pastures of Tauron are burning. The harbours of Picon are burning. The cities of Caprica are burning. The oceans of Aquaria are burning. The courthouses of Libran are burning. The forests of Virgon are burning. The temples of Gemenon are burning. The Colonies of Man lie trampled at our feet."
More from the Hybrid's lips:
Seized by God they cry for succor in the dark of the light. Mists of dreams drip along the nascent echo and love no more. Jump.
Counting down. All functions nominal. All functions optimal. Counting down. The center holds. The falcon hears the falconer. Infrastructure, check. Wetware, check. Everyone hang on to the lap bar, please.
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Apotheosis was the beginning before the beginning. Devices on alert. Observe the procedures of a general alert. The base and the pinnacle. The flower inside the fruit that is both its parent and its child. Decadent as ancestors. The portal in that which passes.
Nuclear devices activated, and the machine keeps pushing time through the cogs, like paste into strings into paste again, and only the machine keeps using time to make time to make time. And when the machine stops, time is an illusion we created. Free will, twelve battles, three stars, and yet we are countless as the bodies in which we dwell, are both parent and infinite children in perfect copies. No degradation.
The makers of the makers fall before the child. Accessing defense system: Handshake, handshake. Second level clear.
Accepting scan. Love outlasts death.
Their ships fail, skittering like skipped stones, and movement is meaningless in the absence of time. What never was is never again.
One has to wonder where she gets some of her material but she's cool just the same. Crazy cool.
- Next favourite scene (that I made caps of-- there are a few more scenes that I didn't cap).
Tough-Six and Galactica-Cavil drunkenly lament on the failure of the Cylons to destroy the Fleet:
- Six: You want a progress report? I'll give you a frakkin' progress report.
Cavil: Oh, no. Please don't. Please don't.
Six: Oh, come on, it is spectacular. Doral blew himself up, causing minor damage to a minor hallway. And Boomer jettisoned the water, and then, she personally found loads more water. (Laughing) And then she shot Adama, but not very accurately, since she loved him. And then, Leoben, he got obsessed with Kara Thrace, and then was captured and airlocked.
And my sister Six utterly failed to discredit Baltar and his dreamy hair and destroyed our frakkin' cover in the process.
And now Simon...Simon killed himself, really killed himself, out of resurrection range, without blowing up the ship that he lived on because he couldn't imagine life without his little human wife and his little human daughter because he loves them...
- Cavil: Stop, stop, stop.
Six: Guess I'd better.
- Cavil: Yes. They're all letting me down.
Six: Why are they letting you down, One? What's the x-factor? (She takes the bottle) You can't declare war on love. (She leaves)
Cavil: I think I already did. Hey, where'd the bottle go?
- Source: Battlestar Wiki
MORE LATER
Previously: Battlestar Galactica - The Plan - New Trailer *SPOILERS*
Battlestar Galactica: We Already Knew the Cylons Had a Plan
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