wyrdwritere: (Default)
[personal profile] wyrdwritere

As a favor for [livejournal.com profile] millari , and anyone else who might benefit from it, here is a transcript of part two of the new BSG webisodes.  (Or Gaetasodes, as she calls them.)  

There are a couple of points at which I am not certain that I have transcribed the dialogue correctly, and I have underlined the text at that point to signal my uncertainty.  If I simply couldn't understand what was said well enough even to hazard a guess, I simply put [inaudible] and moved on.
 

[exterior shot of Raptor]

Shark: Any ship, Raptor 718, please respond—Any ship respond. 

[interior shot]

Shark: Any ship, Raptor 781, please respond.  Any ship respond.

ECO: I entered the coordinates right.

Gaeta: [adjusting prosthetic leg] Oh, godsdamn end cap.

Brooks:  Jump us back.  They’ll leave a raptor behind for a little while, right?

Pilot Eight: No, that depends, if they don’t want to give away our location.

Brooks: That true?

Girly Eight: Cavil’s base ships could be out there anywhere.

Pilot Eight: Exactly.

Gaeta: They know we didn’t make it.  They’d leave somebody.

Pilot Eight [off camera]: Maybe.

ECO: Jump drive’s not responding.

Brooks:  What?

Gaeta: What? What the frak?

Pilot Eight: Why not?

Shark: Gimme a sec.

[Brooks pulls out an amulet of Poseidon and begins mumbling a prayer.]

Pilot Eight: A Poseidon medal?  Hey, we’re a long way from water.

Brooks:  It’s a ship, isn’t it?

Shark: I know why the drive’s not responding.  We’ve jumped over the red line.

Gaeta: So now we can’t even jump back to where we started?  [Sighs heavily and shifts to jump console.]  Our calculations just got non-linear.

Pilot Eight: I knew I didn’t recognize these star patterns.

Brooks: You can recognize star patterns with the naked eye?

ECO: They’d never send us so far.  I must have frakked up the coordinates.

Gaeta: Or you didn’t.  If a high-energy charged subatomic particle hit us, it could have randomly flipped one bit of data in our jump coordinates.  It got entered correctly, but corrupted.

Brooks: So, something flips from one to zero, sends us to the bucket end of no place.

ECO:  So, we don’t know where the fleet is, and if we did, we couldn’t go there.

Pilot Eight: You know what?  Cavil’s enemy base ships could be out there anywhere.

Brooks: (talking over Pilot Eight) What do we do?  We can’t just sit here.

Shark: Quiet!  Let me think.  The calculations are non-linear.  They aren’t impossible.

ECO:  But we don’t know where we are.  Godsdamnit, there is still a chance I frakked it up.

Girly Eight (softly to Gaeta):  Don’t you recognize me, Felix?

[He stares at her.]

Shark: [off camera, background] Wait a minute, what he’s saying makes sense.  There’s a star cluster [inaudible].  I’ve heard of this.  It’s called a single event upset.

Girly Eight: It’s me.
 

[Scene Break: establishing shot of fleet, then switch to Galactica Interior]

Tigh: Pull yourself together, Lieutenant.  They know where the fleet is.

Hoshi: That’s my point, sir.  It was a false alarm.  Everyone has jumped back.  Over two days—they’re not here.  Just give me a raptor and a pilot.

Tigh: What would you do with that?  Jump randomly?

Hoshi: Sir, there is something in the Universe, something let us find Earth, dead as it is.  And I know, I know I can find Felix. 

Tigh: Lieutenant…

Hoshi: Me and Felix…

[Tigh’s expression changes as comprehension dawns.]

Hoshi: and there’s been too much loss already

Tigh: I’ll have to run it by the Old Man.

Hoshi: Thank you, sir.  Thank you.

 

[Cut back to raptor, adrift in space.  Then, interior shot.]

Shark: Enough food and water for two weeks if we aren’t fussy about waste recycling, so our limiting factor is air.  Twenty hours left…

[off camera] Of course, shuttle detail, we get the raptor with the clapped out CO2 scrubbers.  Frak you very much.

[on camera, turning to address the others] Every breath counts now, folks.  We gotta limit exertions, sleep as much as we can.

ECO: Twenty hours.  My gods.

Shark: That’s after I thinned the air, pulled it into the tanks; we’re at 68 percent of ship normal O2.

ECO: Sixty-eight?  At that level, you’re talking memory loss, irrational behavior, depression, dizziness. 

Shark: Better dizzy than dead.

[TO BE CONTINUED]


 

From:
Anonymous( )Anonymous This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID( )OpenID You can comment on this post while signed in with an account from many other sites, once you have confirmed your email address. Sign in using OpenID.
User
Account name:
Password:
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
Subject:
HTML doesn't work in the subject.

Message:

 
Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.

Profile

wyrdwritere: (Default)
wyrdwritere

April 2011

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
1718 1920212223
24252627282930

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 22nd, 2017 12:53 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios