WholGram's Raiders thunder in hard accross the gray plain-surface as they close in on the Target:Pinnacle. Closing on the target, the squadrons to the rear drop back slightly, and higher.

"WholGram does that so the forward squadron shall time to deliver the attack, and clear before the flow-on squadrons go in, as my previous experience reveiws" PreWrek  translates  for the Regional Commander. A micron's pause, as the translating-unit observes the Simulation Wall and the  brightly orange, red, yellow and white structures of Target:Pinnacle appraching, "It doth appear that somebody left the lights on," the PreWrek puts in.

"Priority-marking, to aid the Training of the Raider-crews," Calliope reminds PreRequisite.

In the quartering microns it takes WholGram's Raiders to close in on Pinnacle, over closed-circuit, the PreWrek makes another observation, "How convenient of this culture to concentrate all their vital installations in one location for our Raiders to dispatch."

   Calliope doesn't bother to point out the training-exercise, but sends this over the closed-circuit, "Centralized Concentration of critical infrastructure, a trait shared by species besides the Cylon."

"Your strategy becomes apparent," the PreWrek advances, "Disrupt the Pinnacle fuctions to a degree such that  cooperation becomes more amenable."

"Diplomacey on the two-cubit plan," Calliope is intent on the exercise progress such that she overlooks her repeating of a phrasing brought back by flights in her own Command.

"You are showing a demonstration of what the Empire can do," PreWrek postulates.

"No," Calliope corrects the PreWrek, "I am doing what the Cylon Empire does."