The atmosphere of the Pinnacle home planet is shown again.WholGram reports in, "Mission is in the completion box, all of my Raider's are formed up and set to return to base."

"Resultants?" the Calliope inqires, her memory showing balancing blues and reds.

The left-side Forward Officer audibizes, "Immediate tabulations are calculated that seventy-one point two-three percentile of the Pinnacle Primary Infrastructure non-functional and/or disabled. Further audits indicate that second and third-level conduits of function have been taken out of line. Target:Pinnacle has been left deficent."

"Send Compliments to my esteemed colleague," the PreWrek is heard by all in the Simulation Hall, "Another culture left moribund, and anxious for admission into the Empire as a peripheral species."

WholGram rises and steps away from his control-console, "In which case, it appears that my work here is done, I shall be off to return to my assigned tasks."

The Calliope's memory cone swirls in the differing shades of blues, as she sits back into her console-throne and speaks, "Continue WholGram."