FOREMAN: Terence Props (Professional Builder, Contractor, Electrical, Expert in Weird Imaginary Alien Tech What Glows and Stuff)
Yeah, look, this is Terry, Lead Project Builder out here on the Crucible. Look, I don't want to tell you Alliance fellas how to do your job, but me and the lads, we've got some concerns, and the regular chain of command these days seems about as useful as an Elcor ballet school. (...Yeah, sorry about that. Sully warned me that joke wouldn't work.)
The things is, you hired me not just to be some company yes man: my crew do good work (you saw the Capital building we knocked up before those big cuttlefish came and lasered it all to ash), and you know we don't stuff about doing half-assed work. We do things efficiently, and we do things right. That's why you hired us. (And not to talk out of school, but I saw the half baked job your Alliance crew did on that Normandy ship: half the consoles weren't installed but the fish tank in the Captain's room was a priority? Sometimes you have to wonder who these senior officers are sleeping with.)
I know this Crucible doohickie is a big deal. Enough of your Alliance big-wigs come around each day to strut (seriously, does that Hackett guy not have a real job or something?), so we get the picture: it's important. So then why is it that every time we put in for overtime, every time we ask for more funding, every time we make a suggestion about the way things are getting done, we get ignored? I've sent plenty of memos like this, and seen no reply at all.
And I'm telling you: we have some major issues up here. This place is a mess. And unless something's done about it, I reckon there's gonna be a big stink when someone actually flips this nonsense on and tries to make the idiot thing work:
First up: floor space. Now, I don't know who drew up your designs (sometimes I think you found them in a whole in the ground), but you should see the wasted floor space we have going on up here on the top level. Sure, there's the big laser water-fountain in the middle, but aside from that, and the one elevator (that no one seems to be able to get working) there's just two big long pathways that lead to nowhere and a boring old view out into space. It's big, it's gaudy, and it's almost impossible to heat. Seriously: the central air up here is ridiculous.
My wife, Sal, she's an interior designer, real professional (she's even worked with some of the Quarian fleets), and she will tell you, straight up: it's about using the surface area intelligently. Mirrors. Feng shui. You don't need to design the thing to fit into a football field. I get the whole lets-make-it-majestic-so-that-the-whole-span-of-creation-can-impress-itself-upon-the-viewer-compelling-them-to-consider-their-place-in-the-universe-thing, but it's a little on the nose, don't you think? And couldn't we be using that space a bit more effectively? Maybe have a gym or something? A day care? Three walkways on multiple levels that all lead to fixed points? That's ergonomically irresponsible is what it is.
Secondly (and maybe I should of started out with this, come to think of it): Health and Safety. Put simply: we need to get some – because this place is a bloody death trap.
I don't know how you lot usually built your freighters and your what-nots, but my teams like to do things safely, and a lot of what I've been seeing going on up here would make your hair stand up.
First things: I've been sending requisition orders about missing parts and unfinished flooring for weeks now, and I'm just not seeing any action. Over on the blue side of the room (don't even get me started on the ugly colour scheme) I've been requesting a panel for one console for weeks now. I hope you realise that's fully exposed electrical wiring there. That's actual arcing electricity shooting about all over the place – and no one is doing anything about it. I can't even get someone to bring us safety cones to wall it off. A bit of tape. A sign.
I mean, what if someone plunges their hands into there for some reason? What if some maniac stumbles along and grabs hold of the handles? (And why did they want handles? Who thought that was a good idea?) If someone did that, for whatever reason, you'd have a bloody lawsuit on your hands, quick smart. In fact, two of my lads have already gotten a little close and got singed by it. As we hosed them down and they were still convulsing they were talking all sorts of nonsense about ascending to the status of a god, leading an unstoppable armada of galactic monsters. And that's not fun! That's no good! Two fellas who now think they are the overlords of a horde of weaponised abominations? All that paperwork I have to fill out? Heck no.
And that's before I've even gotten to the Red side – which is just as bad. Did you know that's a main gas line? That's superheated fuel pumping through that console. I don't know which genius thought that was a good idea, but there's almost no insulation, and I'm pretty sure I smell a leak. If one of my guys decides to take a sneaky smoke break over there one time, the second they strike a match this whole damned place will go up. Your whole Crucible, all that eezo you keep shipping up here (still no one can tell me what that stuff is for), your whole protective armada, the lot of it: up in a puff of some very radioactive smoke. I wouldn't be surprised if it nuked the whole Relay system. It seems twitchy enough.
Oh, and by the way: you can stop sending all the EMSs. We've got enough damned Electro-Magnetic Seismographs to last us until the next Reaper cycle. I'm not sure whose bright idea it was to keep heading out into the galaxy to hunt for EMSs, but we don't need them, and it's just wasting time. You know what we could use? A freaking army. How about you go drum one of those up.
Also, there's this weird hologram that keeps floating about trying to get our boys to hurl themselves into the big green fountain of light. He wants them to remake the universe in one gloriously self-immolating eugenic purgation, he says. I think it's one of those joke A.I.s you buy on the Citadel (the Macauley Culkin one if I'm not mistaken), but the damned thing is running rampant in our filing, and it's really starting to creep out the lads. Gets all tetchy if you shoot it in the head too.
So if someone out there in the Alliance brass can pull their head out of their collective asses and maybe send us a little help, I would really appreciate it. So far the only one up here who talks any sense is that Kasumi woman – although I'm pretty sure she's nicking all of my pens.
Signed,
Terry Props
p.s. – And by the way – the Racchni may not be our enemies anymore, but can you at least have a talk to them about conduct in the workplace. I'm not sure what 'sexual harassment' means to a space bug, but they're all hands. ...Well, feelers.
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