Topic: FanFiction -Battlestar Galactica
WholGram pivots to veiw the Calliope, "How is this? You choose to override my task of trouble-shooting."
"I have a further function for you to perform," Calliope's memory cone is showing the balancing of bluus and reds, "There are further updates being performed accross the lines and facilities of this Empire, amongst the units undergoing further maintenance are to be found your Raider's, plus units suitable to provide the equivalent of three additional Squadrons of Raiders. Your task will be to take these candidates and bring them up to levels as optimized as can be reached. Special emphasis will be placed upon coordinating in a surface attack, coordinating through forward controllers such as in the Exercise Target:Pinnacle just completed."
"And you have the authority to override my trouble-shooting protocol?" WholGram stands before the Calliope.
"I have all the authority I need," Calliope says in a tone of steel, her memory showing shades of tungston and carbide, "The two Officers who served as your crew in the Pinnacle simulation will be detailed to assist you in your effort; facilities shall be provided."
At this, a panel slides back revealing a way to an ante-control center. The two Officers dismount their simulator consoles which slide back into the Hall's Main Control Panel, and step over to line up with the WholGram.
WholGram stands tall, and accepts his orders, "By your Command," he answers the Calliope, and pivots and stride the ante-control with the Officers trailing, one behind each shoulder.