Topic: FanFiction -Battlestar Galactica
"Such things do occur over the Millenia," PreWrek puts in.
"But we do need to retain a striking core if we are to withstand the Colonials," the Calliope notes, with shades of red swirling.
"It does seem that the Scrumm is keeping such a core in your Region," the PreWrek circuits back.
"In my obscure Region, " Calliope cancels.
"I might concur as such," unexpectedly the Skwib confirms.
"The Skwib? On the priority-circuit?" PreWrek questions.
"He does the interface with with the Scrumm," Calliope counters, "And he helped pull your brass-plated helmet out of the run-in with the Confeiture."
"Yes, the Skwib will do," Prewrek notes, "Continue."
"I will only note that a core of capable units are being kept together until our Striking Fleets can be rebuilt and bought to strength," the Skwib advances.
"If our resources are not squandered prematurely," Calliope adds.
"I am impressed," the PreWrek puts in, "Cetainly yourself and your staff would merit such priority, and the WholGram's record speaks for itself, but this humble unit, I am quite impressed with the Scrumm's discerning analysis."
"It also could be," the Calliope asserts, "The Scrumm could pull a mid-level mid-series from the Outer Sectors, at a more favorable rate of exchange than usual."
"Do you wish me to confirm that?" the Skwib proffers.
"No thank you Skwib," PreWrek circuits, "Your offer is all the too generous."
"But your are in my Region," Calliope notes, "And your capacities are of noted."