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Scurry Knows too Much
Friday, 11 March 2011

A new shift was filing into the Rec Lounge as i filed out. I hoped that I could remember how to make it back to my cubicle. I had found the dark corrider and was halfways home when the red-haired young lady steps out of the shadows.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 11:05 AM EST
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   The regalia starts winding down. The primary entertainment apparently having run its course. Even the Pyramid-players shove their stacks to Starbuck and grumble about  might have as well have invested in Beyond Viper, then depart. Even though I am tired and that my arm is sore, I decide to stay around a centon or so to clean up some.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 11:00 AM EST
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With my hair wet and eyes stinging i note that the Christening Name had been selected by Warriors off duty and perhaps not entirely in sobriety.  I smile. Scurry. Not bat all. Especially with what else it could have ended up being.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 10:55 AM EST
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With my hair wet and eyes stinging i note that the Christening Name had been selected by Warriors off duty and perhaps not entirely in sobriety.  I smile. Scurry. Not bat all. Especially with what else it could have ended up being.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 10:55 AM EST
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Starbuck touches the turbo-plunger to my other shoulder. The cheer goes up, "To Scurry!" The Warriors raise a toast and I get a tankard of ambrosia poured over my head. (I am told that it is usually a full pitcher, but this was on my tab.)

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 10:46 AM EST
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Thursday, 10 March 2011

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."

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 7:50 PM EST
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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,"

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 7:47 PM EST
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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.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 7:45 PM EST
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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.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 7:42 PM EST
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All the real Warriors in the Lounge come to atention and face Starbuck.

Posted by cobrastrikeleader at 7:36 PM EST
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