Battlestar Galactica

[Two centurions drag Baltar into the High Throne Chamber of the Imperious Leader]

The Imperious Leader:
You are Baltar?

Baltar:
[chuckles] It's as if you don't remember, hmm?

The Imperious Leader:
My predecessor has left me with a difficult choice.

Baltar:
Your...predecessor?

The Imperious Leader:
Was destroyed by your peers. A foolish miscalculation of the will of your people.

Baltar:
I...I tried to warn him! I...I could've helped! I could've prevented his...!

The Imperious Leader:
Yes. I have examined your epistle suggesting you would be able to locate the humans.

Baltar:
Why, yes. Oh, yes. I...I think as they do. I...I know where they will go, what they must do...

The Imperious Leader:
I find your reasoning logical.

Baltar:
Then...I am to be...

The Imperious Leader:
Spared.

Baltar:
To serve the Empire!

The Imperious Leader:
No. To serve your people. To help us extend the hand of truce.

Baltar:
Truce?

The Imperious Leader:
My predecessor was programmed at a time when our Empire was less capable of tolerance. Now that we are omnipotent, we can afford to be more charitable. You will explain my policy of good will. I have spared you. I will spare them.

Baltar:
They are...not likely to be receptive.

The Imperious Leader:
I will send with you a base star, entirely under your command. Lucifer!