Sit, Baltar. Do not pace.
I will not! And you cannot ever again force me to do anything. I know you! I remember that voice.
The voice of the Cylon Imperious Leader.
But the Cylons are machines.
Yes...now. But once they were a race of beings who allowed themselves to be overcome by their own technology.
And when did this happen?
A thousand yahrens ago. At the onset of the thousand yahren war against humans.
Then my voice would have to have been transcribed into a machine leader a thousand yahrens ago. I'd have to be a thousand yahrens old. Do not fear, my friend. All is not lost.
(Iblis leaves the warriors' chamber after threatening to arrest them for not launching amid the return of the ships of light)
(angrilly following Iblis) Iblis!! Who is attacking us? What are they? What are you?!
I have told you all you are capable of comprehending.
For a man of such remarkable powers, you show very grave concern for those light forces observing us so closely.
They, too, are from my dominion.
Then why do you fear them?
I fear no man, no creature.
(a sneer of growing disbelief in his voice) Not even God?
(clearly wounded by Adama's tone) What do you primitive children know of what you call God?!
Only that we have been given laws which cannot be broken by any man or creature.
Those laws do not apply to me.
[Captain Apollo enters Adama's quarters and is shocked to see him use his psychokinetic powers on a small object]
It's impolite not to make your presence known.
I think I've finally discovered how Count Iblis has been doing these miracles and then I see you do this.
This was not a miracle. This is a simple test of mind over matter, long a key study of our military institute. I remember I used to drive your mother mad by bending eating utensils until she made me stop the practice.
It was before you were born. It was in my early days at the institute, a special program, strictly a military study. Our life expectancy now, Cylons not withstanding, is about two hundred yahrens. We're just beginning to utilize some portion of our brains' incredible potential. Now imagine. Imagine if you will, a race of beings whose life expectancy is thousands of yahrens. A race of that kind would certainly have learned to do what we would consider to be miraculous things.
That's what you think we're dealing with here? With Count Iblis and these strange lights?
No, not lights. The ancient Lords, who first settled on Kobol, spoke of visitations from what they, in their primitive way, referred to as angels.
Think of them as custodians of the universe. Advanced beings, very highly advanced, whose mandate it is to make certain that their powers are never abused by anyone of their own kind.
And they're watching him. Meaning he's one of them.
Or was. Now the key, I believe, is to be found in that crashed ship where you discovered Iblis.
That's just what I thought.
Now you couldn't examine your ship because of radion levels.
But with special equipment...
All right. Now...I want you go to back there...alone. You mustn't tell anyone of this. And you must forget this conversation. Iblis will pick out your thoughts easily.
I hope so. This could be the most important mission of your life.
If you run into the Count, he'll know where I've gone.
I'll crowd my mind with other thoughts. That, too, was part of the institute's investigation into telepathy.
How is it after all this time I'm still learning things about my own father?
How is it after all this time I'm still learning things about my own son?
I left orders that I was not to be disturbed.
You have sent your son in search of my identity.
You told us your identity.
When a mortal breaks a bargain with me, there is a high price to be paid.
I don't believe in you, Count Iblis, as did those poor souls who were destroyed on your ship on the planet. They followed you and they paid the price.
There is a price that you will pay: a life more meaningful to you than your own.
I will give you one more chance before I strike her down.
(Apollo suddenly shoots Iblis, who glows a sickly bluish red and reveals his true, malevolent, form before reverting to human form)
(referring to Sheba) Death to her, Apollo. (gets ready to strike Sheba down) May her soul curse you through eternity! (Apollo suddenly rushes in between Sheba and Count Iblis and takes the full force of Iblis' power. Apollo falls down, dead)
[as the orbs of light appear overhead yet again]
What is it? What's wrong, Count?
Then why do you look so worried? Did you break some kind of rule?
Why? What happened? Was it within your dominion to strike down a follower? A soul given to you freely, but not an innocent? A spirit whose life you took against his will?!!
No one has dominion over me!!
I am not finished with you mortals. There will come another time, another place. And we will meet again.
