May 26, 2008 05:30
[The mic clicks on in the middle of a conversation.]
-Aft stations, they won't be needed. Automation, that's what I'm saying. Bloody thing's half automatic as is.
[Tinny buzzing and rhythmic clicking. An alien is speaking to him in its language over the comm.]
I thought your people were supposed to be experts at this sort of thing. I need those floors cleared. Reroute engineering control to the command deck. I can monitor levels there.
[More buzzing.]
Yes well no doubt, but I'd think I'm paying you enough to not need any overseers! My requests have been for defense and monitoring subsystems only. Everyone else will be cleared.
[...Bzz.]
And the array? How far have you got?
[More buzzing and clicking.]
Right, well my projections have your progress set at forty-two percent right now. This is what I was promised, now if that hasn't been met...
[Angry buzzing.]
Well I don't care what 'conditions in orbit' are! I've made this simple as possible, and if I have to come down and explain it once more-
[More angry buzzing.]
NO YOU LISTEN! This has to be finished perfectly and on-time, or I'll come up there and do it myself - and believe me, my calculations aren't nearly so kind. You don't want that to happen, do you?
[...Kli-klik.]
No. I didn't think so. I'll arrive in a month for further instruction. Meet my specifications or I'm pulling the plug. End transmission.
[Beep.]
Ohhh... a master's work is never done.
[Click, end.]
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