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Title card: [ Botanical Cruiser ]
Title card: [ 5 hours from Caprica ]
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: Most of the passengers are from Geminon or Picon but we've got people from every colony.
Laura Roslin: Give Billy a copy of your passenger manifest and a list of all your emergency supplies.
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: All right. What about the power situation? Our batteries are running pretty low.
Laura Roslin: Captain Apollo will be making an engineering survey of all the ships this afternoon.
Billy: Uh, actually the Captain said it'll be more like this evening before he can coordinate the survey.
Laura Roslin: All right, this evening then. But you will get your needs tended to, Captain. You have my word on it.
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: Thank you, Madam President.
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Minority Report (2002) [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Dr. Iris Henimen: I call it a gift, for them it was more like a big cosmic joke.
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Director Burgess: Shh. Do you know what I hear? Nothing. No footsteps up the stairs, no hovercraft out the window, no clickety-click of little spiders. Do you know why I can't hear any of those things, Danny?
2003 television miniseries "Battlestar Galactica" DVD video:
01:53:23
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: Most of the passengers are from Geminon or Picon but we've got people from every colony.
Laura Roslin: Give Billy a copy of your passenger manifest and a list of all your emergency supplies.
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: All right. What about the power situation? Our batteries are running pretty low.
Laura Roslin: Captain Apollo will be making an engineering survey of all the ships this afternoon.
Billy: Uh, actually the Captain said it'll be more like this evening before he can coordinate the survey.
Laura Roslin: All right, this evening then. But you will get your needs tended to, Captain. You have my word on it.
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: Thank you, Madam President.
Laura Roslin: You're welcome. Hi. What's your name?
Cami: Cami.
Laura Roslin: Hi, Cami. I'm Laura. Are you alone?
Botanical Cruiser ship's captain Keikeya: She was traveling with her grandparents but grandmother's having some health problems since the announcement. Not to worry though, we're taking care of her.
Cami: My parents are going to meet me at the spaceport in Caprica City.
Laura Roslin: The spaceport. I see.
Cami: We're going out for dinner, and I'm having chicken pie
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Roslin: Is there something you wanted to say to me?
Billy: Well, I just thought you should know. That little girl you met earlier, Cammy - her ship can't make the jump.
Roslin: (looks at him for a moment) Thank you.
Pilot: Passengers, please take your seats and stand by to jump. Thank you. (He looks at the co-pilot and shakes his head.) Set ESB trajectory.
Man on radio: Colonial One, for god's sake, you can't just leave us here.
Apollo: Set.
(We see President Roslin sitting by herself, then Cammy playing with her doll.)
Voice on radio: Colonial One, this is Picon 36. I can't believe you want us to leave these people behind.
Apollo: Cycle.
Voice on radio: At least tell us where you're going. We'll follow at sublight.
Apollo: No. If they're captured, then the Cylons know too.
Voice on radio: Please!
Voice on radio: I've got fifty people on board. Colonial One, do you copy this?
Pilot: Spinning up FTL drive now.
Voice on radio: Don't leave us here. (Something) humanity, we don't have any weapons.
Apollo: All ships, prepare to jump on our mark. Five...
Voice on radio: Colonial One, please respond.
Apollo: Four...
Voice on radio: May the Lords of Kobol protect those souls we leave behind.
Apollo: Three...
(Cylon ships appear.)
Voice on radio: I've got DRADIS contact. Inbound targets, heading this way.
Apollo: Two...
Voice on radio: I see them too. Are they Colonials?
Apollo: One.
Voice on radio: Oh my god, they're Cylons.
Apollo: Mark.
Voice on radio: I hope you people rot in hell for this.
(Most of the Colonial ships jump. The Cylons fire. Cammy is still playing with her doll.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 2:55 AM Friday, July 22, 2011
The Ghost is out of the bag.
I wouldn't even make this kind of report normally and I have resisted for a few minutes the impulse to write about this but I just cannot shake the feeling that it is important to note. A short while after I made my last web log post, I had a brief moment of acid reflux from my lunch, which was some of those very cheap frozen chicken and beef pot pies you can get at the supermarket. I had the strongest sense that something dead was trying to get out of me. The experience was momentary and I quickly chewed a couple of peppermint flavored Tums that I have standing by at moments notice and the feeling has largely past. The reason I cannot shake the impulsive to write about such a detail is because I have the sense that is something to do with me being affected by whatever evil it is that permeates that region in Seattle Washington State. We all affected by it. I write this now because I thought about a few things, such as the girl on the agriculture ship that gets blown up by nuclear missiles from the "Cylons," and I only just now as I write this sentence associate in my mind a detail that I established hours ago in my next comprehensive report. I also think about "28 Weeks Later," and of how that message that is created itself by the people who are uncontrollably affected by the evil, represents the opposite of the truth. For me, it just means that I am completely cured of that effect of the evil presence that permeates Seattle Washington state and that I came here long ago to fight personally.
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RED STORM RISING [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Tom Clancy
PRINTING HISTORY
G.P. Putnam's Sons hardcover edition / August 1986
Berkley mass-market edition / August 1987
Page 227
Chapter 20
The Dance of the Vampires
USS Nimitz
Toland had been a busy fellow for the past twelve hours. The data on Iceland came in slowly, one confusing piece at a time, and even now he didn't have enough to call a clear picture. The group's orders had been changed, though only after too many hours of indecision. The mission to reinforce Iceland was a washout. For the past ten hours the battle group had been heading due east toward friendly air cover from England and France. Someone had decided that if the Marines could not go to Iceland, then they might find useful employment in Germany. Bob had expected them to be diverted to Norway, where a Marine Amphibious Brigade was already in place, but getting them there could prove difficult. A furious air battle had been raging over northern Norway for almost twenty hours, with losses heavy on both sides. The Norwegians had started the war with scarcely a hundred modern fighters. They were screaming for help, but there was no help for anyone as yet.
"They're not just chewing the Norwegians up," Toland observed. "They're driving them south. Most of the attacks are on the northern bases, and they're not giving them any breather at all."
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Voice on radio: I've got DRADIS contact. Inbound targets, heading this way.
Apollo: Two...
Voice on radio: I see them too. Are they Colonials?
Apollo: One.
Voice on radio: Oh my god, they're Cylons.
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Clancy Tom, Red Storm Rising [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
Tom Clancy
Red Storm Rising
"New radar contact. Designate Raid-2-"
"What?" snapped Baker. Next came a call from the fighters.
"Clipper Base, this is Slugger Lead. I have a visual on my target." The squadron commander was trying to examine the target on his long-range TV camera. When he spoke, the anguish in his voice was manifest. "Warning, warning, this is not a Badger. We've been shooting at Kelt missiles!"
"Raid-2 is seventy-three aircraft, bearing two-one-seven, range one-three-zero miles. We have a Big Bulge radar tracking the formation," said the CIC talker.
Toland cringed as the new contacts were plotted. "Admiral, we've been had."
The group tactical warfare officer was pale as he toggled his microphone. "Air Warning Red. Weapons free! Threat axis is two-one-seven. All ships turn as necessary to unmask batteries."
The Tomcats had all been drawn off, leaving the formation practically naked. The only armed fighters over the formation were Foch's eight Crusaders, long since retired from the American inventory. On a terse command from their carrier, they went to afterburner and rocketed southwest toward the Backfires. Too late.
The Bear already had a clear picture of the American formations. The Russians could not determine ship type, but they could tell large from small, and identify the missile cruiser Ticonderoga by her distinctive radar emissions. The carriers would be close to her. The Bear relayed the information to her consorts. A minute later, the seventy Backfire bombers launched their hundred forty AS-6 Kingfish missiles and turned north at full military power. The Kingfish was nothing like the Kelt. Powered by a liquid-fuel rocket engine, it accelerated to nine hundred knots and began its descent, its radar-homing head tracking on a preprogrammed target area ten miles wide. Every ship in the center of the formation had several missiles assigned.
"Vampire, Vampire!" the CIC talker said aboard Ticonderoga. "We have numerous incoming missiles. Weapons free."
The group antiair warfare officer ordered the cruiser's Aegis weapons system into full automatic mode. Tico had been built with this exact situation in mind. Her powerful radar/computer system immediately identified the incoming missiles as hostile and assigned each a priority of destruction. The computer was completely on its own, free to fire on its electronic will at anything diagnosed as a threat. Numbers, symbols, and vectors paraded across the master tactical display. The fore and aft twin missile launchers trained out at the first targets and awaited the orders to fire. Aegis was state-of-the-art, the best SAM system yet devised, but it had one major weakness: Tico carried only ninety-six SM2 surface-to-air missiles; there were one hundred forty incoming Kingfish. The computer had not been programmed to think about that.
