I had entertained dubbing you all the Filthy Five, and doing this big production about Captain Deoan and I purchasing a Westland Nations Basketball Association franchise, The Tar Valon Builders, and how we had to pull you all up to the rank of Soldier because Recruits are ineligible for league play, but all the existing Gaidin and Soldiers were just too damn expensive, so along came you five; then going into great detail about which position each of you were drafted for. It would've been fun, but, alas.
Yes, I had almost finished the script when the producer (Marrow) pulled the carpet out from under it. Very touching, moving story. So sad that it could not be. Maybe I'll turn it into a novel, which can later become a movie again.