[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Silvia Adenias[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The MOR[/center][hr][hr]

	[color=a187be]"Glad to be of help, and thank you. I will,"[/color] Silvia said before leaning back in her seat and going over the notes she had taken while talking to the various staff members in the MOR; Perking a brow at some of the note and nodding slightly as Craig relayed the message of thanks from the docks. As Tom left she rose from her place and wandered over to Craig; tearing off a corner of the paper she had been writing on and handing it over to him. 

	[color=a187be]"These people need to be relieved as soon as possible. They have been on shift more than eighteen hours. Now these here haven't had any reasonable amount of time off in the last year. Please arrange for them to be able to take at least a week off within the next thirty days. The ones who had have time off in the last twelve months, make sure they get some down time within the next sixty days. A worn out crew is no good in a Tower,"[/color] she said as she stood there tapping her pencil against what was left of the paper. 

	[color=a187be]"Now there are a number of people wishing for a transfer but I have asked them to wait another thirty days before putting in any requests. Let's see what we can do about making this place a bit more tolerable before we start jetting folks out of here."[/color]

	"You mean other than have Tristan transferred off world?" he said flatly before his eyes widened a bit as he realized what he had just said. Silvia chuckled a bit and he let out a sigh of relief that he wasn't being chucked into deep space right then. Craig took the paper and looked over it before looking back at Silvia; actually looking a bit confused. This was not how he was used to T1's acting in a Tower; not that he was complaining. Seemed she was just trying to take care of the staff but why? After years with Tristan, and before that years with other T1's he wasn't exactly sure he could trust her. Maybe she had motive behind the supposed kindness but he took it for what he could at the time; an excuse to let some of his staff actually get a break. 

	"Alright, I will see what I can do."

	[color=a187be]"What about you? And Fisher? When was the last time either of you had a breather?"[/color]

	"Um... it's been a while."

	[color=a187be]"Let's see what we can do about that okay? And check with the rest of the leads about their crews okay? It may take a bit to get through everyone but it needs to be addressed."[/color]

	"What about Tristan?"

	[color=a187be]"I'll deal with him. As per regulation code 4-32-1-B, A T1 Tower Lead In Training has all the authority that a Tower Lead does and is in charge of personnel when in Tower. So if he says anything, just point him my way."[/color]

	"Will do," he said before Silvia walked back over to her seat and started going over the shift duties for the next few hours. Craig turned back to his work and started contacting each of the Division Leaders to get a run down of what Silvia wanted about who needed down time, who needed to be off shift right away to get some rest, who wanted transfers and who was willing to give it another thirty days to give Silvia a chance.

[hr][hr][center][h2][i][b]The Pilot[/b][/i][/h2][/center][hr][hr] 

	"That is utter bullshit! I shouldn't be in here! And I am not working for that asshole! I want off this world! She is the reason I did those things! Filling me head with ideas! You put her in here and let me the fuck go!" Ragari snapped towards Tom as he kicked the wall of his cell before sitting himself down in a bit of a huff and cracking his knuckles. 

	"How it always goes isn't it? Some T1 says something and suddenly some other bastard is in a cell. Better watch yourself, you might be in here next right beside me. Then you will see what I am talking about and you will have wished you listened to me when you had the chance. But hey, you are just another Lead Lackey aren't you?"

[hr][hr][center][h2][i][b]The Docks[/b][/i][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

	Once the crew got done what they could the ship was transported from the post to the repair docks for now and put under guard just in case Ragari some how was able to get out. Not that that was a likely option, the man was only a T-8. They weren't exactly known for their teleport abilities. It wasn't like they were locking up a T1. 

	Craig commed down to Tryke to relay the message from Silvia. "Hey, Tryke, listen when you get a minute can you do me a favor? Actually, can you do the new T1 a favor? She wants me to get a list from all the department heads on your staff. Things like how long they have been on shift currently, how long since their last leave was granted, if they would like a transfer off the planet to another tower. Those that do, she is asking if they would be willing to wait thirty days before putting in a request. I think she wants time to see if she can get this place in order a bit. I dunno," he said into the com as he tapped the paper in his hand that Silvia had given him. 

	"Oh and it seems that our little pilot has a new assignment. Tristan's private pilot. Could you see that the ship is outfitted with Tristan's things and such? Move them over from the current ship to Ragari's. Make sure they both will feel right at home," he said, having to bite his tongue to try to hide the slight chuckle coming from his lips. He doubted Tristan would put up with the man for long but it would be funny as hell to watch while it lasted.