Monica continues, "Your family name is Scurridae, mid-level civil-servants from the planet Canceria. As a sub-archivist your purpose on this assignment is to provde a back up for the primary arch8ivist who is now presently berthed on the Rising Star."

"Small ship the young lady says with a straight-face, "Name's Monica." She motions for me to follow her down a passageway that I hadn't noticed. The pain moves to my neck.

I stop. Now my shoulder and my elbow are both hurting, "I've only had that nickname for a couple centons," was all I could think to say.

I stop. Now my shoulder and my elbow are both hurting, "I've only had that nickname for a couple centons," was all I could think to say.

"Scurry, may we talk?" she states.

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.

   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.

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.

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.

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.)