Commander Adama quotes from Battlestar Galactica (1978)

Commander Adama

And the word went forth to every outpost of humanity, and they came – the Aries, the Gemons, the Virgos, the Scorpios, the Pisceans and the Sagitarrans. In all, two hundred and twenty ships, representing every colony, color and creed in the star system. The human race might have one more chance, but first it would have to survive the alliance, the elements and the unknown dark and sinister threats that would lie ahead.

Commander Adama

We've come so far, so quickly. There's been little time for reason. What is the secret behind the existence of this outpost on the outer rim of our star system? There are many such oases for intergalactic travelers, but none so far off the arteries of trade, and none so curiously close a tylium mine. Fuel has begun to arrive from the Ovion mines, but in curiously small quantities. Now I feel the growing need for extraordinary measures of precaution. The ships continue to hover over the planet, supported by maintenance crews whose spirits are depleted as their numbers. Everyone seems to have forgotten our flight from the Cylons. The beauty and wiles of Carillon hold our people spellbound.

Commander Adama

Equally important to our quest for food seed, the planet, our advanced scouts located, supports a small band of human inhabitants. Perhaps they're the remnants of pioneers who set our yahrens ago from our own Colonies. Or even more hopefully, they might be descendants of the Thirteenth Tribe, those elusive brothers of man whose trail might lead us to the planet Earth.

Commander Adama

Word of the mysterious stranger has swept through the fleet. His promises are giving our people their first real hope. And yet his presence, his unwillingness to submit to routine medical procedures, leaves me with grave doubts about his integrity or his ability to fulfill his bold promises. However, another major disappointment in the lives of our beleaguered survivors might spell the end of our journey or my ability to maintain order. The possibility of hope must be sustained.

Commander Adama

Though our pilots have been missing for a secton, spirits throughout the fleet remain inordinately high due to the presence of Count Iblis and his nightly feats of magic and promise. Is he our deliverer? Or...I don't know which way to turn.

Commander Adama

This is an event unlike any we've experienced since the destruction of our civilization. Baltar's ship has reached our quadrant and is being intercepted by an elite squadron which will escort the treasonous instrument of our holocaust directly into our hands. Word is spreading like sunbursts through every corner of the fleet. It is a jubilation unprecedented as Baltar is brought before the Council of Twelve. It is just as Count Iblis promised. Our enemy has been delivered.

Commander Adama

It has been twelve sectons since Baltar's surrender and our encounter with the advanced race, the mysterious ones who gave us coordinates which presumably would guide us to the planet Earth. No reference of time seems apparent in the curious directions so it's impossible to know whether we can expect to find Earth tomorrow or many yahrens from now. But our scouts have located increased signs of the trail taken by our ancestors, the Thirteenth Tribe. In my heart, I feel we are getting close. Celebrations are everywhere. Our people's expectations grow with every passing centar. We've given our weary combat pilots time for leisure and rejuvenation. Food, water and hope.

Commander Adama

Our scouts have sent back word of yet another planet among the coordinates given to us by our mysterious super race. More and more often, the planets we come across bear signs of the lost Thirteenth Tribe. We are getting closer to Earth. And once we have plotted her precise location, we will carefully formulate a plan for observing and sampling her culture. Too sudden an appearance from their relations in space could send our sister world into a wave of culture shock from which she might never recover. And are the inhabitants of Earth far in advance of us in their development or merely primitive animals fallen from a greater time? I feel we will soon know.

Commander Adama

By the good graces of the Lords of Kobol, the Galactica continues to lead her flock of survivors towards the coordinates, given us by those great white lights that vanished as mysteriously as they first appeared. There are those who speculate that those lights, advanced ships really, might have come from Earth, giving us great hope that they have a highly developed technology. Even now, our long range scouts patrol the quadrants, watching for signs that indicate we are drawing close.

Commander Adama

The ships have been gone for almost a secton now, and still no word. The Council has asked me to appear before them for an inquiry.

Commander Adama

Since the return of our warriors with prisoners from the Alliance of the planet Terra, the fleet has been in a state of constant confusion. If this Terra is the planet Earth it is we seek, our flight across the universe may have been in vain. For we will have eluded the Cylons only to be faced by an equally oppressive human enemy. As usual, of late, the Council, led by Sire Domra, is in total opposition to me. They wish to release the prisoners and have an unarmed peace envoy return with them to their outpost on Lunar Seven. I am afraid that the Council is bent on repeating the mistakes that led to the destruction of our Colonies at the hands of the Cylons. I am determined that shall not happen again so long as I am in command. In the meantime, I have ordered the fleet to full alert while I shuttle to the prison barge to interrogate personally those Eastern Alliance enforcers.

Commander Adama

It is now seven sectars since the escape of our captives, numbering amongst them, a group of Nomen and the dangerous soldiers from the Eastern Alliance, whose ominous destroyers apparently cruise these skies in search of any opposition to their political will. I have a recon patrol launched to track the escaping destroyer to its base on Lunar Seven. Once located, we can assess the strength of the Alliance on the outpost and determine our next step.

Commander Adama

Morale continues to rise, due in part of the number of habitable planets we encounter and the reintroduction of amenities we enjoyed before the destruction of the Colonies. Once again, although on a limited scale, we are able to partake of music and the theater and when the occasion warrants, even indulge in ceremony.

Commander Adama

And only a short while after we gathered to honor Commander Kronus in duty, so must we now gather again to honor him in death. Let us remember him not only as a warrior who died heroically in conflict, but as a man who lived in pursuit of excellence. Now we return this warrior to the cradle of space.

President Adar

I see the party is not a huge success with all my children.

Commander Adama

What awaits us out there is what troubles me.

President Adar

But surely you don't cling to your suspicions about the Cylons. They asked for this armistice. They want peace.

Commander Adama

Forgive me, Mr. President, but they hate us with every fiber of their existence. We love freedom. We love independence to feel, to question, to resist oppression. But...to them, it's an alien way of existing they will never accept.

President Adar

But they have, through Baltar. They have sued for peace.

Commander Adama

Yes. Of course, you're right.