BSG opens at the abode of our favorite (or only) hybrid couple & baby: Helo, Athena and Hera. Helo has insomnia or something because he's pacing back and forth, opening and closing paperwork, counting sheep... what, they don't have super-strength, non-addictive sleep aids in the future? Maybe there's a shortage... but I'm starting to understand why there are so many Helo fans out there... damn...Club Galactica's still the place to be in the galaxy™ (it sounded like it should be trademarked). Everyone's all jokey-jokey and lovey, so apparently some time must have passed since last week when everyone hated each other and loved the wrong person, etc. Good to see -- at least we know we won't have the dreaded Starbuck/Apollo storyline this episode.

Meanwhile we have the Sagittarons boarding Galactica. Nice! These guys are optimistic, fun-loving, a little impatient, born between November 21 and December 21... oh wait, little mix-up, these Sagittarons are different: they don't take medicine and HATE doctors, but they're still a good time! They're not looking too good - they may want to rethink that religious creed. Man, these BSG writers LOVE religious storylines. This future sect of Christian Scientists aren't too keen on the idea of being holed up on Galactica, and I'm not sure where they even came from?

And where did this new doctor come from?? I'm used to the cranky, chain-smoking, old Doc we've all grown to love. Anyway, Helo's by his side and we enter the first phases of a very Helo-centric episode. As long as they keep his shirt off, I'm fine with it. Hey guys - you have Six, wearing next to nothing, every other episode, throw the ladies a bone here... hee, hee... I said bone.

After dramatic coughing and people collapsing, the very astute Doctor and Helo deem these people "sick". Hmmmm, very observant. I'm sure glad this new doc is in town. Crew of Galactica: Rest easy, this doctor KNOWS when you're sick.

The new Doc tells Col. Tigh & others (our trusty doc is present), that the Sags have come down with "Mellorak Sickness". It starts in the kidneys, and then spreads everywhere. Booooo. BUT, it's not airborne disease, it's only transmitted by saliva, sexual intercourse, etc... uh, oh, there goes Starbuck. But it's treatable. Yay! But if you're not treated within the first 48 hours, you die within 3-5 days. Another booooo. I just hope these Sags aren't horny. Since they don't believe in medicine, I find it hard to believe they use other prophylactics. I just hope their belief against medicine equals a belief about not fracking around.

Back in the Sags' sick quarters, they all refuse medication to treat their ailments. Or as Col. Tigh eloquently puts it, they're a "bunch of stubborn, root-sucking jackasses holding onto traditions that are a thousand years old." I guess that means Col. Tigh doesn't agree with them.

On top of not taking medication, they STINK too. Helo and Dr. New wince at the smell and I'm kinda bored now. Oh wait...

To my great delight, President Roslin and Zarek are talking about the fate of our futuristic Benedict Arnold, Gaius Baltar, and the trial of the century. Zarek seems to think that if Baltar gets a trial, anarchy will ensue. Civil unrest! Assassination plots! Disruption of Order! Cats chasing dogs! Starbuck being nice! Algae fights in the cafeteria! Bar clearing brawls at Club Galactica! Cylon infiltration! Machines turning on man - wait - that already happened. Anyway, we get it... Baltar trial=bad.

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