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Galactica, Starbuck. Tally. Weapons hot.
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Galactica, Starbuck. Took a hit. Still flying.
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APOLLO: Starbuck, are you nominal?
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STARBUCK: Got me under the chin. Everything's green.
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Where the hell is that Raider?
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Sir, Starbuck's dropping close to the planetary hard deck.
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If she stays on course, the atmospheric density
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will keep her from reaching orbit again.
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And then the pressure will crush her like a cheap soda can.
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APOLLO: Starbuck, you're getting too low. Break off and climb.
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I repeat. Starbuck, you're getting too low. Break off and climb.
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Starbuck.