"Frakkin Racetrack," cursed Hotdog as he bent down for the fifth time to try to reach all the trash in the pilots rec room. One drink of ambrosia too many and his mediocre triad skills had earned him a week of cleaning chores.
He was just about done with the room until he spotted a crumbled up piece of paper in the corner. Ready to throw it into the wastebasket like the others, he only paused when he saw the name 'Adama' scribbled inside it. His curiousity got the best of him as he unfolded the it.
'Mrs. Kara Adama'
Hotdog had heard rumors about Starbuck being involved with the commander's dead son but that had been years ago. If rumors were to be believed she hadn't let a dead fiance stop her from having fun. Why would she suddenly think of a future that could never happen?
As he read further down the paper the name was continued in different scripts and variations "Mrs. Kara Thrace Adama', 'Mrs. Kara "Starbuck" Thrace Adama'.
It was not until he came upon the last name that realization dawned on his face.
'Mrs. Kara Lee Adama.'
