Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerilon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are...

The Hybrid: Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerilon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are burning. The plains of Leonis are burning. The jungles of Scorpia are burning. The pastures of Tauron are burning. The harbors of Picon are burning. The cities of Caprica are burning. The oceans of Aquaria are burning. The courthouses of Libran are burning. The forests of Virgon are burning. The Colonies of Man lie trampled at our feet.

Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerilon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are burning. The plains of Leonis are burning. The jungles of Scorpia are burning. The pastures of Tauron are burning. (SIREN WAILING) The harbors of Picon are burning. The cities of Caprica are burning. The oceans of Aquaria are burning. The courthouses of Libran are burning. The forests of Virgon are burning. The Colonies of Man lie trampled at our feet. What have we got? Shipping accident? (MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) Combat? Understood. Condition one is set. All decks report ready for action, sir. TIGH: This is a joke. The Fleet's playing a joke on you. It's a prank. Come on.