[lwl1.txt - Living with Legends]

     BATTLESTAR
     GALACTICA

     "Living with Legends, Part I"

  The shuttle had several stops to make; a couple freighters, _Colonial
Mover 2_, and the electronics ship.  Finally though, it was on its way to
the _Rising Star_ where many a warrior awaited to spend their furlon.  
  Two such warriors were Baden and Ren, both fresh out of the so-called
"Galactica Academy."  This was their first furlon since they became viper
pilots, and, not knowing anything, were a bit impatient to getting to the
entertainment.  Especially Baden.
  "By the Lords, can this take any long?!"
  Ren tried to calm down his loud and agitated friend.  "Keep it down will
ya man?  C'mon, we can't expect everything to go the way we want it to."
  "Oh yeah?  I signed up to be a warrior so that things would be the way I
want them to be in this Fleet!"  Baden threw his battle jacket onto Ren's
lap and stood up.  "I'm going to talk to those slow-atrum pilots and get us
to the _Rising Star_!"  Ren tried to pull his companion back into the seat
next to him, but the young warrior was already on his way to the front of
the shuttle.
  Baden fiercely slammed his hands onto the top of the two pilot chairs,
and began, "Okay you cadet-acting pilots, get this ship in..."  He paused
in mid-sentence as a good-size black man turned in his chair.  
  "Is there a problem," the dark-skinned warrior looked at Baden's shirt
pips, "Ensign?"
  Baden froze even more when he studied the pilots uniform.  "No...uh...no
Lieutenant...Lt. Boomer.  I was just wondering...uh...uh...what was taking
so...so long."  The Ensign could barely get the words out and felt even
worse when the co-pilot just laughed at him.
  "Well, Ensign, piloting a shuttle around two-hundred-and-twenty ships can
take quite a long time."  Boomer stood up; and even though he was a
half-head shorter than the teenage pilot, Baden was no less intimidated and
frightened.  "Now unless you think you can fly better than I can, I suggest
you go back their with your friends, _if you have any_, and be patient."
  Stumbling backwards, "Yes...yes, sir.  I'll go," Baden continued to
stifle on the metal deck, "go back there."  When he lost eye contact with
Lt. Boomer he began running towards Ren--until he ran into another
high-ranker.
  "Hey?  What do you think you're doing," a blonde-haired, cigar smoking
warrior said.
  Like Ensign Baden did with the piloting Lieutenant, he looked over the
officer's uniform finding that he was now dealing with a captain.
"Uh...um...sorry, sir...uh...Captain."
  Noticing the nervousness and fear in the young man's eyes, the Captain
merely patted him on the back.  "That's alright, uh, Ensign.  Name's Bojay,
head of Silver Spar Squadron.  You were just posted to it weren't you?"
  "Uh...yes, Capt. Bojay."
  "I saw your face on the new roster."  Taking the cigar out of his mouth
he leaned closer to Baden and said, "Hey.  That pilot up there's Lt.
Boomer.  Blue Squadron.  I haven't known him that long but, uh..."  Bojay
put the brown-wrapped weed back into his mouth, widened his eyes, pursed
his lips, and clasped his left hand onto his right bicep and moved his
forearm up and down.
  "I think I know what you mean, sir."  Although he didn't notice it with
the Lieutenant's battle uniform on, he was sure that Bojay wasn't lying
about the black man's muscular build--indicating great strength in the man.
 "Thanks, I'll stay out of his way."
  "No prob, Ensign."
  Capt. Bojay again patted Baden on the back, made a little puff out of his
cigar, and walked to the front of the shuttle.  "This is going to be a bad
day," Baden said under his breath as he headed back to where his friend Ren
was waiting. 

                     WHO WILL BADEN RUN IN TO NEXT?