Grand Navy of the Imperium
Imperial Third Fleet, Ninth Squadron
Gunstar-Class Battlecruiser "Vengeance"
Plasma Cannon Technical Team VTT-10
CT2 Armin Shale
Technician's Log
SID 23109.21
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Snap audit today of the entire PC department; we found out, like, 30 minutes ahead of time. Sikes was freaking out, ordered Leeson and me to throw on some suits and do a quick EVA to make sure the GUN WAS CLEAN (seriously). As if it takes only 30 minutes to clean a Mark VII quad-chambered, multi-inductive plasma cannon, but, whatever- we suited up, did the walk, tried to hit the dirtiest parts of the gun. Got back inside just in time to greet Chief Belz and the black-helmets from Fleet. Chief and Sikes led the three auditors around the department, pointing out the metrics board (good thing we updated it last Monday) and the document library (fully compliant with Imperial SOPs, thanks to yours truly), the auditors muttering to one another behind their face-plates and tapping on their wrist-PADs all the while.
After the little tour was over, the three auditors split up and poked around for another hour- never asking questions, just observing, muttering, and tapping. We tried to get on with our morning duties, but it was kind of hard, what with the helmet-heads looking over our shoulders the whole time. I considered stepping out under the pretense of needing to visit the Gents', but quickly nixed that idea. I knew the auditors would bio-scan me on my way out, and I didn't want the helmets to catch me in a fib. I have anough demerits as it is. In the end, I just waited them out.
Around breaktime, the auditors left with Chief Belz and Sikes, so I ran to the lounge to get a couple of coffees for me and Leeson. On the way back, I bumped into Ignazipom, that gakko from Navigation. He was whining about climate control issues at the K-section terminals, and I had to remind him that I'm not with VTT-4 anymore. He said he was aware, but that he hadn't been able to get anyone from CC on the horn and he was desperate. "We're sweating our lobes off down there," he said, "and I've already had to send two guys to the infirmary to have theirs reattached." So, what could I do, turn the guy down? I dropped of Leeson's coffee, ran down to K-section, fixed the climate control (stuck co-processor, of course), then made it back to Plasma in time for the morning weapon test. It's called multi-tasking, people. Some of us can do it, and some can't walk and chew gum at the same time (Graeme?).
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