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 them.

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 men.

Okidoki: Then perhaps you can tell them when they arrive.

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.