[H2][centre][color=9e0b0f]Battlestar Warpite[/color][/centre][/h2]
[H3][centre][color=9e0b0f]Galatic Old Lady [/color][/centre][/h3]
[H3][centre][color=9e0b0f]Coruscant System[/color][/centre][/h3]


The alien projector made a strange light in the briefing room, it's light glittered against the glassware on the side and the flags in the room with the banners and signs of the Colonial Navy, the battlestars personal flag and others proudly displayed. 

It span rather slowly in the centre, automatically cycling between data Items previously shown. They lazily floated above the delegation in the room's centre. The long U shaped table was covered in a growing collection of data, printouts and their own forms of documents. A marine stood by the phone and spoke softly into the handset letting the CIC know the Commander would still be busy and to refer any requests to the Col for now. 

The Major nodded to the Admiral he worked out from the sheer complexity of his uniform and its quality. “I'll keep it short, we are busy. We here will need data on the planet's deep facilities, power and such infrastructure Admiral. Using that we can monitor somehow and prepare to mount a campaign of resource denial.” He was a Marine, he did not do all the fancy fleet talk and just said it was. Officer yes, but he did not waste time with bullshit. 

It was surprising to say the least when a woman turned into a humanoid bird, her whole body and skin colour changed! He had seen a lot but this was entirely Alien … From this alien. “I agree maam, if we are to execute this, we may only get one shot, a second attempt will be expected. it will be planned between all of us for maximum strategic effectiveness” He managed to hold her gaze despite being so alien. It was hard but he managed. 

He also followed the theme, a theme which he could propose. “A medium term proposal if you allow, We here” He gestured to the Officers, Marines and so. “Have various capacities and abilities in marine, troop deployment, special operations and more. We need to work out how best we can each aid this war effort. Ladies and Gentleman, we are the thin wall between the enemy and the rest of the galaxy. Major York, we and others if you agree, can find a ship we can gather on for that. Or an inter-service boxing tournament. For our exercise of course. " He finished swallowing his pride,  they may have to take leadership of others for the greater good and the wider campaign. He was a well read marine however, compared to his rather large stature. He probably could have used his books for a decent weight set. He however gave a very marine challenge, a Marine would never normally refuse a chance to test themselves.

Commander De Rio took the information from the build ships commander, he knew exactly what was needed of him, they Had warships but this plan needed builders, logistics and more to sustain the fight. She could appreciate the fact he could take a second line role and do it well. “Thankyou kindly, we will run these by the Engineers and see what my Senior officers think on the matter. But it sounds like a strong proposal and a force multiplier..” Being able to jump and take extended runs to gather material could be a useful role to fulfil. “We are a stronger sum of our parts Captain Hammond. we can always use your abilities and hope to work well with all of you.” She supported the position of the Manticore Navy and also aimed at the room. 

Lara was surprised by the fact they seemed to get on, they managed to get on and make…productive discussions and some rather loose but plans to face the danger. “I propose officers. We will leave you to work out how to decide what is appropriate candidate profiles, myself and my office is available if you need it.” She said to the woman who had turned into a bird, but wore a rather striking outfit. 

The Tall blonde woman stood, her red dress standing out brightly in the darker uniforms and rooms light. “Ladies, Gentlemen, and persons. We have a multiverse fleet, Ships that work together. I suggest that we have an officer exchange on ships we team together. We need to quickly integrate and we can help bring each other to closer alignments.” It was a longer term proposal but one she believed in. 

Getting a nod from her Commander who looked toward the woman and held a short non verbal conversation. “Battlestar Warspite will happily accommodate, and provide our VIP berthing to the allied officer or officers.” The ship had some…limited larger ones usually reserved for government figures and yet to be converted to other uses as the crew was too busy right now. “This ship is old, I know you're all thinking about it, The Galatic old lady needs some TLC yes, but do not doubt her proud crew, all 3500 of them. They will do their jobs well.” 

“Can we agree to meet again at an undetermined point, perhaps rotating among the larger ships… We need to land shuttles, and some of yours, are gonna be a tight fit on our smaller allies bays. Warspite is welcome to host larger delegations.”

Lana sat down with a small curtsey gesture and nodded to Commander Del Rio who was happy to let her diplomat take work off her too full plate.

…

As they had talked the Nav and Vipers had guided The Warspite out of the worst of the debris field moving to more open space where the far larger warship could operate. 500 metres wide, 1400m long. Moving her huge mass was a precise ballet of nail biting manoeuvres but they began to open up larger open space to move and fight, launching their vipers and more warning of ground to space threats. 

Seeing more space open up on the Dredas while also keeping the main battery online and angled to the threat, the planet and alert aircraft in tubes. The Warspite was not taking things lightly and knew they were shorter on tech, older and more worn. But they could fight smart and had been busy moving the Battestar to where her advantages could be brought to bear and reduce their prior troubles with Dredas being too clogged by wreckage and unable to forewarn of an attack.

Old sure. But they knew their ship. The Col knew the Commander did not mind, he was CIC. He was in command right now.