I am Admiral William Adama, in command of the battlestar Galactica and the last Colonial Fleet. Not long ago, both my ship and I were slated for retirement, my crew for reassignment. Now we defend a pitifully small remnant of humanity from a foe that we created and which would destroy us all.

We do what we must. Failure is not an option.

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