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Post by Norris on Feb 2, 2006 12:31:32 GMT -5
"Thorough maintenance on the generator to start with," answered Ximenex. "You'll find all the equipment you need in my cruiser. While you're attending to that, I'll begin supervising the expansion of prisoner accomodation."
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Feb 5, 2006 13:25:50 GMT -5
"Roit sir. Mind if I borrow a few a'yer engineers? We're a bit thin on tha gra'and 'ere."
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Post by Norris on Feb 6, 2006 9:41:56 GMT -5
"By all means," nodded Ximenex, and blew sharply on a whistle he had concealed in his pocket. Immediately, several technicians marched out of the cruiser like guardsmen, and halted in front of the two.
"You are to assist Sergeant Kvetch here on any task he asks of you. You will only take orders from either him or myself, understood?" asked Ximenex.
"YES, SIR!" the techs bellowed in a military chorus.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Feb 8, 2006 5:24:25 GMT -5
Kvetch smiled nastily.
"Eager li'ul bunnies, in't ya? Come wi' me. I'wl show y' where y'ul be workin'."
Kvetch walked out of the communication building and across the snow to the generator.
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Post by Norris on Feb 9, 2006 14:29:17 GMT -5
The techs all marched in a completely straight line, marching in time with one another. Not one of them was out of place even by a fraction of an inch.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Feb 10, 2006 4:42:37 GMT -5
Kvetch stamped his feet to warm them up, then walked over to the ground floor railing and waived down at the conscript-technicians.
"Oi! You three! Up 'ere!"
He turned to the door as Ximerax's engineers came in.
"Place is a bih of a mess. Don't 'ave tha staff, don't 'ave the equipmen'..."
He shrugged.
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Post by Norris on Feb 11, 2006 2:07:50 GMT -5
One of the leading technicians stepped forward one pace and looked over at Kvetch.
"What are your orders, sir?" he asked in a booming voice.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Feb 13, 2006 4:26:51 GMT -5
The three conscripts arrived at the ground floor by lift.
"Noht un expert meself. Spliht yerselves inta three work teams an' take a level each. Find stuff tha' needs donin' an' do it. Ya might need t' go back t' yer ship f'stuff. We're a biht undersupplied."
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Post by Norris on Feb 14, 2006 1:08:57 GMT -5
Being ten conscripts, they had to split into two groups of three and one of four. Once that was established, they seperated and began work. Most of them carried various tools in their pockets, so there was no need to return to the cruiser for anything.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Feb 14, 2006 17:47:10 GMT -5
Kvetch walked over to the local technicians.
"You three watch 'em work. See it y'can't learn someink. Y'might wanna look inta borrowing some spare parts from 'em."
The three split up and joined the work details.
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Post by Norris on Feb 15, 2006 0:48:39 GMT -5
The groups of technicians were too busy working to notice the conscripts arriving.
The first group were pulling out pieces of chewing gum and waste that had jammed the gears in one of the machines and siezed up the cogwheels.
Gang No. 2 were in the other part of the room, rewiring a control panel that looked like it had a crazy hairstyle with wires dangling from it.
The third, and final work detail, were making repairs to the main generator, particularly the internal crankshaft(s) and the secondary flywheel.
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Feb 16, 2006 5:46:47 GMT -5
OOC: I was imagining something a bit more sci-fi, but okay.
Kvetch walked to the railing at the edge of the platform around the edge of the room at ground level. He leaned on it. Now that he spent some time in here, the place did look a mess. The new guys seemed to know what they were doing, but what did the Admiral want him to do?
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Post by Norris on Feb 16, 2006 9:48:29 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Ximenex himself was making repairs to the control area. He had removed his uniform-jacket and his undershirt was soaked in sweat and motor-oil (courtesy of his mechanical arm) as he made repairs to the control unit with his own hands.
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