DR. BLOODORY is assisted by a small REPAIR DROID as he works feverishly on the damaged control console. A housing panel has been removed from the massive machine, and only BLOODORY’S lower half is visible as he struggles to repair the tangled mess of melted wires and charred components inside the contraption.
BLOODORY: (muffled) Confounded wires... I hate wires!
A communications signal unexpectedly SOUNDS. The startled BLOODORY jumps, and there is a loud BANG as he hits his head.
BLOODORY: Ow! What?! WHAT?!
The DOCTOR disentangles himself from his work and activates a view screen. KANE’S image appears.
KANE: I’ll soon be arriving at Ondos, Doctor. What is the status of the control console?
BLOODORY: (exasperated) It’s nearly fixed. Everything will be operational here very shortly, Commander. ...Barring any further interruptions, that is!
KANE: Excellent. Carry on, then.
The image on the view screen flickers off. BLOODORY glares at the DROID and throws one of his TOOLS across the room, rubbing his sore head in frustration.