A Momentary Accord

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Galactica - Briefing Room
Adama, Tigh and Starbuck go over a blueprint of the Astral Queen.

Starbuck: Three assault teams, Alpha, Bravo, Constellation. We jam their dradis, the Raptors cut through the hull here, here and here, without being seen. once we're inside, Alpha takes–

Tigh: What's this "we" crap?

Starbuck: I'm going, sir.

Tigh: Like hell.

Adama: We have a few marines left on Galactica, let them handle it, Starbuck.

Starbuck: They don't have a sniper. And, with all due respect, sir, I am the best shot in or out of the cockpit.

Tigh: She's right... for once.

Adama: (re: Tigh’s agreement with Starbuck) Wonders never cease. All right, you're goin' in. You get a clear shot at Zarek, you take it. And I want to control that ship immediately. And I want all the hostages alive.

Starbuck: Yes, sir.