I am inclined to agree with you CaseOrange that the dialogue they had at the beginning of the mini suggests that there was something they experienced together.
Or perhaps when Starbuck was in officer training and flight school, Adama may have been her flight instructor. There may have been an incident during training where Adama may have had to carry out some minor punitive action on Starbuck. (Perhaps something like what we saw in "An Officer and a Gentleman"). Starbuck may have been close to the breaking point during this punitive exercise, in the hard rain.
I can actually envision this.
The scene: Hard rain on the tarmac of a Colonial training ground on Caprica. Ensign Kara Thrace is being made to run more laps than she's been accustomed to for some disciplinary action. (She had been put in the brig previously for a drunk and disorderly incident.) Not content with just having her cool her heels in the brig, command wants her broken. So it falls upon Lieutenant Colonel William Adama, her flight instructor, to carry out the reinforcing punishment.
Thrace is tired. She is about to give in to her fatigue.
Lt.Col. Adama knows there is greatness to be had in this one, if she can just temper her flaws. He does not want to see Ensign Kara Thrace wash out.
Ensign Thrace shows signs of extreme fatigue, but her spirit forces her to drive on. Her body can only take so much more though. She almost stumbles, and she staggers to recover herself, and resume her pace, which is considerably slower than what she had started out with.
Adama feels that the punishment has gone on long enough. He takes a couple of breaths, and jogs to her side to pace her.
She is almost euphoric in her exhaustion. Her nerves are aflame.
After a moment of pacing the young ensign, Adama picks up his own pace, putting some distance between himself and her.
She's quite the little starbucker, Adama muses to himself, admiring her resolve which now threatens to fail.
"Starbuck!" he calls out.
Ens. Thrace does not realize that Adama is addressing her.
"Good morning, Starbuck!" Adama bellows out.
In a daze, Thrace shakes her head. She can see her flight instructor jogging ahead of her, but running backwards. He seems to be addressing her. His words are almost distant, as if from the bottom of a barrel, or from the far end of a dark tunnel.
"What do you hear?!" he shouts.
Thrace is barely able to form words as her breathing is much more rapid. Her lungs are filled with cold fire.
"Sir?" she asks, trying to maintain her voice of pride, although speaking seems to be a difficult task at this point.
Adama jogs back to her position, and again sets pace with her. He is practically in her ear as he repeats himself over the din of the thundershower.
"Good morning, Starbuck! What - do- you -hear?"
Kara Thrace is confounded by this particular question, and by this particular moniker that her flight instructor seems to have given her. She gives a weak chuckle as she contemplates what she wants to reply with. She can reply about the only thing that is physically registering with her, beyond her own pain right now.
"Nothin but the rain," she whispers feebly, maintaining an internal laugh known only to herself.
"What's that, Starbuck?!" Adama presses sternly. "What do you hear?!"
Unable to contain her mirth anymore, Thrace responds loudly, seeming to expend some hidden reserve of strength to make her reply loud and clear. "Nothin but the rain, sir!" Her eyes roll and she begins to laugh almost maniacally.
"Grab your gun, and bring in the cat." Adama tells her, again getting ahead of her.
Adama reaches the entrance to the gymnasium, and holds open the door. Kara Thrace is still a couple hundred meters away, and her body threatens to make her drop in her tracks.
"Come on, Starbuck! Grab your gun and bring in the cat! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! LET's GO!" he roars at her, pressing her on as if he were more a drill instructor than a flight instructor. "SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!"
Thrace shakes her head yet again. The door to the gymnasium, shelter from the driving rain, is open, and her superior officer is urging her to get inside, but quick! The welcoming sight of the open door seems to help her summon up one more last ounce of hidden inner strength. Taking as deep a breath as she can, closing her eyes hard, she screams a battle cry at the top of her lungs, and sprints toward the door. Her pace is astonishing, for someone so tired.
"Come on." Adama whispers to himself, silently urging the young officer to hustle it. "You can do it, Thrace!"
It seems like an eternity for the young Kara Thrace as she rushes for the waiting shelter. The hard rain seems to keep her marginally cool, although every single nerve in her body feels like it is about to explode.
Then, before she knows it, she is inside the warm gymnasium...the rain has stopped assailing her worn out body. She is about to collapse, but inexplicably does not hit the wooden floor. Something is holding her upright, and keeping her walking.
"You crash now and you'll go into shock," a distant, yet familiar voice quietly admonishes her. "Come on, keep walking. This is a cool down. Let's go."
She can barely keep her eyes open. The words she hears still have the reverberating, far end of the dark tunnel effect. When she does manage to clear her head some, and her nerves seem to tingle with overwhelming numbness, she looks up and sees that Lt. Col. William "Husker" Adama is supporting her, and assisting her with walking around the gym floor.
"Starbuck, sir?" she asks in a labored breath as they continue their cooldown pace.
"Congradulations, Lieutenant! You have been purified, and born again. Your new callsign is Starbuck."
Her clouded mind considers the sound of the nickname, and something triggers a rather pleasant acceptance.
She tries to speak, and ends up coughing. When she finally stops, she whispers: "So say we all."
Starbuck is born!
I don't know...that's what I envision.
Respectfully submitted for your consideration,
Martok2112 (Colonial Storyteller, and Ambassador of Goodwill between the fans)
SO SAY WE ALL!