"Glad to be of servce," Starbuck says as he releives me of my moneybelt, he nods and then strides off down the corrider. I swear that I could hear him whistling.

Starbuck smiles, "Well, there you go, just be my backer and float me a small loan and there will be no problems whatsoever."   "Gee thanks," I said, still bewildered as I handed my money-belt to Starbuck.

I keep a straight face and pull out a sheath of paperwork and hand it to the Colonial Warrior, "Actually not," I say, "as you will find, most of this has been drawn from the ships stores," I nod towards the paperwork, "I hope everything is filled out properly. I wouldn't want to be the source of Unneccessary Confusion."

Uhh yeah," Starbuck agrees, nods like he is really concentrating, "That might be a hitch," then raises an arm, and snaps his fingers, "I know, how many cubits do you have on you?"   I pat my money-belt, "Uhm, I think about ten, it's been awhile since last pay."

Starbuck smiles, "By the way, we're getting together to celebrate the cease-fire over at the Recreation Lounge later, maybe you'd like to sit  in on a couple hankds of Pyramid."    I start out, "That's Service Territory, wouldn't the Internal Registrations thing get in the way?"

Starbuck smiles, "By the way, we're getting together to celebrate the cease-fire over at the Recreation Lounge later, maybe you'd like to sit  in on a couple hankds of Pyramid."    I start out, "That's Service Territory, wouldn't the Internal Registrations thing get in the way?"

I am reshuffling the paperwork sheath and am surprised, "Ah-Um, Family-name Scurridae, sub-Archivist, Internal Registrations Cartography Department."    "The Scurridae family of Canceria perhaps?" Starbuck asks.   That really throws me. all I can do is agree.

The Colonial Warrior shuffles through the paperwork, nods, and mutters, "yeah, yeah, and yeah," Frowns when he gets to the sections that Colonel tigh had initialed and signed in big red letters.   "Uhm yeah," the Warrior says, "Everything seems to be in order here, hands back the sheath, "Name's Starbuck, Blue Squadron," smiles,"And you are?"

I keep a straight face and pull out a sheath of paperwork and hand it to the Colonial Warrior, "Actually not," I say, "as you will find, most of this has been drawn from the ships stores," I nod towards the paperwork, "I hope everything is filled out properly. I wouldn't want to be the source of Unneccessary Confusion."

   The Colonial Warrior seemed az bit annoyed that here was a cubicle full of cargo and someone was baby-sitting, "This all yours?" he then asks brightly.