Starbuck raises the turbo-plunger, "By popular acclimatioon, assent, and your surname being far too long, from now on you shall no longer be known on this BattleStar, the goode BattleStar Galactic, as Scurridae," Starbuck touches the turbo-plunger to my sore shoulder, "But for now and for ever after, be known by your rechristening name, Scurry."

Starbuck touched the turbo-plunger to one shoulder and spoke, "And now for formerly unregistered civilian known as Scurridae who after provideing his fellows with hearty feast and drink, and for providing said fellows with clean foot-gear, and passing the rigors of entering inter-stellar space, is by most hearty-agreement eligible to ride in the jumkp-sweat of a Viper when said jump-seat is available and no is the wiser. However be it observed, the mname Scurridae is far too lengthy for proper enunciation, so therefore Scurridae,"

Starbuck speaks, "Approach the High "Chair, unregistered civilian known as Scurridae,"  I approach the chair ginferly.  Starbuck continues, "Please kneel as you are about to receive this most generous boon."        Slowly I kneel on one knee and bow my head slightly, still confused.

Starbuck speaks, "Approach the High "Chair, unregistered civilian known as Scurridae,"  I approach the chair ginferly.  Starbuck continues, "Please kneel as you are about to receive this most generous boon."        Slowly I kneel on one knee and bow my head slightly, still confused.

All the real Warriors in the Lounge come to atention and face Starbuck.

Starbuck coughs. all eyes turn to him. He is seated in a large chair before the counter. He holds a turbo-plunger in one hand.   "But we have a difficulty," Starbuck announces, "If the lad is to be a proper jump-seat rider, he needs a proper name. Therefore it falls upon us to rechristen the lad."

"You are now qualified to ride in a Viper anytime one of us has the jump-seat pulled down," Jolley says expansively.     "Which, fortunately for us, is not too often," Boomer says almost to himself.

"Viper? Ride? Fly?" I stammer, "I flunked the eye-exam."

"He passed the test?" Rigel smiles.   "Congratulations, fellow Viper-Rider," Morgan slaps me on the back.

Rigel checks down the corrider, "all's clear," she says to the other Warriors who are now rebooting. Boomer looks over to Starbuck, "Do you realize that by now we have crossed over into interstellar space?"