“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.”