“How are the creatures progressing?” asked the Prime Commander in a high clipped, almost humorous accent.
“With devastation, Sire,” responded the Second-In-Command, tentacles flailing.
“Mmm. And the TPs?”
“Offering some resistance, but there are still enough tribesmen in the open to satisfy the drones.”
“I see. Well, this should be a show. How are the Stallions fighting back?”
“They’re not, Sire. Stallions are merely transportation vehicles, Sire – “
“Of course I know that, fool. I was testing you. And you passed; have a sticker.”
“Yes sir, Sire. Thank you, Sire.”
“Quite welcomed, Dærdge.”
“I’m Harding, Sire.”
“Yes, Dærdge, I know. Ready the second line of attack.”
Sigh. “Yes, Sire.”
“And get me a little clabber soup while you’re at it.”
Sigh. “Yes, Sire.”
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The Prime Commander Attacks
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