Episode Fifteen: Thievery (Part I)
May 30, 2016 18:02:10 GMT 10
Post by Atharv on May 30, 2016 18:02:10 GMT 10
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Factory Control Tower
Factory Control Tower
From the watch tower high above the Asuran warship depot, a lone officer studied the workflow of those working away on the machines of war, analysing their progress as his role required. Just like any other officer in the Asuran logistic corps would be trying to find a way to make things work better, the supervisor was reprioritising men, changing supply orders, and signing off on progress reports. This particular officer however, was doing these things to create an unexpected outcome - he was trying to slow down production of the cruisers.< Tag Robert "Bobby" Oxford Jr , Nick Harper , Blake Warren , Steve Hamrick , Stephanie Martin , Javan Huntley & Isabelle Cooper
It was worrying how easy it was to be a traitor in his current role. By pulling an experienced work crew off a project they'd almost finished and bringing in a fresh crew straight out of boot camp, he increased the chances of an engineering error by 41%. Not a bad result for a simple roster change. Sometimes the errors were simple - a poor weld, an overlooked safety rail - and were easily fixed at a later date. But sometimes the hastily rotated crew missed something big, like installing a heat exchange that was not powerful enough for the task (Atharv had amended the order for the part so the wrong one arrived), which put the cruiser a mouth behind schedule. Some would argue that they were minor hurdles, but one after the other they added up, slowing the resupply of the Asuran war effort in this sector considerably.
A second officer joined Atharv in the control tower - his fool of a supervisor. He was easy enough to control - his vanity was an easy instrument for Atharv to play, allowing him more freedom than he should have been granted. His previous boss hadn't been so easy, leaving Atharv not choice but to remove him - the man's love of illicit drugs had been his downfall. After providing him with his vice through a third party, Atharv had placed an anonymous tip-off to the garrison commander. He'd felt pity for the whole of ten seconds before he'd moved on.
"How we looking down there today?" the supervisor asked, unaware of his subordinates ongoing efforts to undermine all his hard work. "Some minor setbacks but nothing we can overcome by the grace of Tarakasur," he replied, the name of the false-god bitter in his mouth. He would have to redouble his efforts - this was taking too long.
Little did he know, however, that at that very moment the missing piece to all his schemes against the Asurans was about to arrive through the unguarded Stargate.
