dIRC v2 progress
The DRAGONMOUNT COMMANDER, MOFF PHEON, a tall, confident technocrat, strides
through the assembled troops to the base of the shuttle ramp. The troops snap to
attention; many are uneasy about the new arrival. But the Dragonmount commander
stands arrogantly tall.
The exit hatch of the shuttle opens with a WHOOSH, revealing only darkness.
Then, heavy FOOTSTEPS AND MECHANICAL BREATHING. From this black void appears
DARTH OKIDOKI, LORD OF THE SWEDES. Okidoki looks over the assemblage as he walks
down the ramp.
Pheon: Lord Okidoki, this is an unexpected
pleasure. We're honored by your presence.
Okidoki: You may dispense with the pleasantries,
Commander. I'm here to put you back on schedule. The commander turns ashen and
begins to shake.
Pheon: I assure you, Lord Okidoki, my men are
working as fast as they can.
Okidoki: Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate
Pheon: I tell you, dIRC version 2 will be
operational as planned.
Okidoki: The Swedes do not share your optimistic
appraisal of the situation.
Pheon: But they asks the impossible. I need more
Okidoki: Then perhaps you can tell them when
Pheon: (aghast) The Swedes are coming here?
Okidoki: That is correct, Commander. And they
are most displeased with your apparent lack of progress.
Pheon: We shall double our efforts.
Okidoki: I hope so, Commander, for your sake.
The Swedes are not as forgiving as I am.