The 'relaxation session' was well under way by the time I entered the Rec Lounge. The aroma of various elixirs and stale smoke hit me the moment I stepped in. I coughed.

So I close my office, er cubicle. I got things back inorder as best I coulod. I did take a moment to straighten up my blanket on what passes for my cot. It wasn't much of a cubicle, but it was my cubicle.   I tried to lock things down as close to standards as I could. After I had lent my moneybelt to Starbuck and sent the paperwork bearing Colonel Tigh's signature to secure locations, there was very little left in my cubicle that wasn't second-hand ships stores.

   "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?"